I shrug. "Why..? Would I?"
Somewhere in the distance there's an explosion as the
Red Guard open fire on… Something or other. From the state Mr Logan I'm going to assume that it's the rest of the Teen Titans.
A concept from the Green Lantern animated series, eh? I suppose they needed faceless grunt troops for the heroes to beat without ticking off broadcast standards boards... Living up to the grand tradition of Faceless Mooks everywhere!
Komand'r nods, raising her eyebrows as she chews on a slice of pizza. The rest of the restaurant-goers are looking rather nervously in the directing of a plume of smoke…
"Because they're trying to kill a guy!"
Well, clearly he's a
bad guy. Otherwise they wouldn't be trying to kill him, would they?
"A.. guy who took part in mengelese biological experiments and
thoroughly deserves it, yes. And.. anyway, I don't have the authority to give
Senior Lantern Abysmus orders even if I
wanted to."
Yep, really bad guy. I'm presuming he's a Psion?
"They're wrecking the city!"
"Then get out of their way. It's not going to take them more than a few minutes to kill him if your team don't interfere. Much less collateral damage." That doesn't seem to satisfy him. "Alright, tell you what." I take my-.
Typical teenagers. Leaping in without asking who's who. And this group is especially prone to that.
"ERRRRRwrrrrrrrrrrrrrahhHHH."
I sigh as my ring incinerates my personal computer. That's-.
"Ring hate puny smartphone! Ring is superior device!"
"Here." Komand'r reaching into her purse and passes me her phone. "Try not to set it on fire as well."
I smile at her. "Thank you, oh light of my heavens." Okay, access file and-.
Heheh... Not above a little teasing, eh?
Komand'r looks around in a mild panic. "Not in public!"
"Oh, you love it, snookums." And the file is there. "Now, 'Beast Boy', I have the files on-"
A pillar of fire leaps into the sky a street away, and a couple of patrons throw money at their table as they sprint for the exit.
Honestly, I'm amazed they waited that long. Typical DC bystanders.
…
Looks like we're getting excellent service this evening.
Oh, I
like this Paul. He has
no fucks to give, except where his lady is involved. Then he has
lots to give..
"-the whole process. If you can watch the videos all the way through without throwing up, I'll talk to Senior Lantern Abysmus about pursuing their vengeance in a way that causes less collateral damage. Does that sound reason-"
He
grabs the phone and taps the screen to play the first video. Ah, I know it well. A
splendid aid to building up enough rage to incinerate someone who was '
just following orders'.
Vomit in five... Four...
"-able?"
"No it doesn't, but if all I gotta do is watch some stupid-."
Three...
I hear a very quiet sawing sound from the phone's speaker.
"-video, then I-"
Two...
He catches sight of the screen and is instantly entranced.
"-can-."
Incoming!
I lean forwards and grab the phone from his hands just before the wave of gastric juices erupts from his mouth and splashes all over the restaurant floor. I wait for him to finish, then look over towards the counter, make eye contact with one of the servers and smile at him.
"Would you be so good as to clean that up? I'll be sure to tip appropriately."
You better. That's nasty shit...
The server I'm looking at checks his immediate surroundings in case I could possibly have been looking at anyone else, then nods Excellent! I pass the phone back to Komand'r, who snatches it out of my hand and checks it for vomit before checking Mr Logan's progress.
"How far did he get?"
"He pressed play."
"Vivisecting the guy with the sticking out spine. They just stuck the third hook in."
I frowns and lean forward as Mr Logan starts to pick himself up.
"Why are there bits of carrot? I didn't even
eat carrot today..."
"Are you sure you're in the right line of work?"
"Why do you even have that on your phone?"
Not his phone, his girlfriend's. Unless he accessed a cloud server...
"To remind me why what I do is... If not 'justice' then at least 'just-ish'."
Mr Logan looks blank while Komand'r roller eyes and picks up another slice of pizza.
Ah, no patience for the idiots her sister hangs out with, eh? Good to see she hasn't mellowed out at all.
"'Just-ish'-? No, never-"
There's a bang from just outside, and a spray of gravel and dust billows past the window.
"-mind."
Sounds like things are wrapping up out there. Hopefully not
too many bruises involved...
Komand'r leaps into the air, fists balled and glowing purple-.
"Not inside the pizzeria, honey-bun."
Yeah, the cleanup bonus is
already bad enough...
Her fist-flames gutter and she glances at me with a cringe I nearly miss before she regains her focus. "Stop. Saying things like that!"
"Oh stop pretending, love-kitten. I know what public displays of affection do to you." I lean forward slightly and point to my back with my right forefinger. "I've still got the burns on-."
Okay, too much information!
She flies out of the pizzeria. But through the door rather than through the window. And her thighs are pressed together. Hopefully, the Red Guard outside last long enough that she works out her aggression but not so long that her arousal winds down. Keeping up with a tamaranean requires intense stamina-training, but it's well worth the effort.
You
bad man, you...

I bet you drink
plenty of fluids...
I get to my feet and offer Mr Logan a hand up, which he accepts.
"It looks like the Red Guard are about to make it justifiable self-defence. And getting between me and my hot-to-trot fiancé is something I cannot abide."
See,
now he gives a fuck... Well, maybe later...
My ring drips red light as I stalk after Komand'r. I suspect that this is going to hurt. My armour's back at home, and red rings are rubbish at defensive constructs. The Red Guard know that I'm nominally on their side, but their training erred very much on the 'no pulling punches' side of things. On the other hand I'm wearing a personal force field and… Heck, Grayson's no tougher than me and he's still alive. I'll see if I can talk some sense into those algebators and then…
I... hope that's their species name and not a typo? Or some tamaranean insult?
That's… Not a Red Guard.
It's even
less of a Red Guard after a rictus-grinning Komand'r
slams it into the ground and then shoves her burning right hand into its eyes while he left wraps around its throat, but my puzzlement causes my aura to flicker.
"Huh. Since when did the guardians start giving their 'bots tits?'"
"Mister Logan, what is that?"
Hands on his stomach, he walks out of the restaurant behind me, taking in the scene and then looking towards the last known location of his comrades.
Like he has any idea either? He's what, fifteen?
"I dunno dude, but I gotta go." He morphs into a bird form, flapping for all he's worth towards the most recent explosion.
Komand'r's right hand finally burns through the facial armour, so she hooks her fingers around and-
"That's so hot,
cuddle-bunny..."
"HaaaAAAARRRH!"
-rips it free before flying over to me, frowning at it.
You'd think she'd know to check for life-signs after ripping something's faceplate off... Never leave a living enemy behind you, and all that.
"Do the Red Guard use robots?"
"They have scout automata. They don't use them in combat, through. Who was that?"
Heh, loving the confusion. Ame-Comi was not something you knew about before you started this, was it?
"She said she was looking for you, so I thought-."
The woman Komand'r just defaced activates some sort of thrusters in her… Armour? And staggers upright, crippled face staring at me.
"Red Lantern located. No man escapes the Manhunters."
And that name has never seemed more appropriate... Wait... 'Defaced'? ouch, 5 points of Pun damage!