Post by Stranger on Nov 17, 2015 7:33:28 GMT -5
Monitor Duty is not one of the more glamorous perks of being in the Justice League. Chuck knew this when they invited him to be a member in his guise of Hawkman. The job was an important, yet mostly boring one. However Chuck came to enjoy the solitude. It allowed him to get up-to-speed on JLA procedures and mission archives, and maybe watch the Grand National Surfing Tournament every year. Hawkman took the job seriously when it was his rotation. This particular night, he would get a surprise.
The JLA monitored all transmissions within the solar system. While sifting through Earth transmissions, Hawkman heard a very faint signal that he couldn’t quite pinpoint. Reducing the strength of the normal comm traffic, he realized the transmission was coming from his helmet, which was sitting on the console next to him, and not the JLA equipment. He pulled on his helmet and listened closely. It was a very faint signal, but the language was unmistakable, the message was a Thanagarian dialect! Hawkman recorded the transmission to his helmet software, it was a set of coordinates. He would investigate when his shift was over. Hawkman decided he would not inform the JLA immediately because he felt he should check it out first. A few hours went by and an alert appeared on the screen that his relief had just teleported in. A tall female in a dark uniform appeared.
“Batwoman, I stand relieved,” Hawkman said. “I hope Gotham can spare you for the rest of the night.”
“Don’t worry, Hawkman,” she replied, “I always know what’s happening in my city.”
“I’m sure you do,” Hawkman replied sarcastically.
Even with a full face mask, he could tell Batwoman smiled at the little joke.
Hawkman went to the teleporter and set the destination for the coordinates he intercepted on his helmet communicator. The coordinates sent him to an alley in St. Roch, Louisiana. Carter Hall had lived in St. Roch for many years. In fact, Chuck kept an apartment here as well. Hawkman decided to fly to his apartment and grab some more gear. As he flew off, a lone figure in a black robe stepped out of a nearby doorway. When Hawkman was far enough away, black wings unfolded from underneath the robe as the mystery figure effortlessly lifted into the air.
Hawkman kept a leisurely pace, as St, Roch was a beautiful city. He banked right to turn down the Rue de L'épervier (Street of the Hawk). At that moment, the attack came from above. Sharp metal blades stabbed into Hawkman’s shoulder blades. He spun around to see the black winged form diving toward him. Hawkman barely dodged another attack, this time from the bladed boots of his attacker. The pain had clouded Hawkman’s reaction time. He lost control and crashed into a small park below. His attacker landed and removed his robe. The male figure was dressed in a black uniform. He had sharp blades attached to his gloves and boots, a belt held several knives as did his harness, which also supported black birdlike wings. The helmet was feathered with a sharp straight beak. Hawkman recognized the uniform of a Raven, the assassin of the Highest Levels of Thanagarian society.
"Well, I must have attracted some high level attention, » Hawkman stated. « Who on Thanagar would want to bother with little old me."
His attacker responded, " All you need to know, is you must die."
With that the Raven leapt towards Hawkman ferociously. Hawkman countered the lunge with a kick to the stomach and flipped the Raven onto its back. Hawkman jumped up and pulled the katar he strapped between his wings and assumed a defensive posture. The Raven rose quickly and launched a series of darts from his gauntlets. Hawkman deflected all but one dart. The dart penetrated the muscle in his right thigh. Now angered, Hawkman attacked. He thrust forward with his katar and succeeded in slicing his opponent’s ribs. The Raven made no indication that he felt any pain. The two men atatcked and countered each other’s moves for quite a while. After a successful block, Hawkman began to feel naseous, his head began to spin. The dart that got through had poisoned him. He fell backward, his vision blurred, his muscles felt like jelly. The Raven unstrapped a large blade from his belt and casually walked towards Hawkman. The Raven was about to deal the final blow, when a golden light appeared next to Hawkman. A figure emerged. The figure was dressed in a long dark blue tunic with golden gauntlets, belt and collar. The most striking feature of this new arrival, was his distinct golden helmet.
The mysterious man spoke, "I give you one chance to surrender, assassin. If you do not, you will face the wrath of Doctor Fate."
The Raven chuckled and lunged at Fate. Fate murmured an incantation as the Raven was enveloped with eldritch energies. The Raven tried to break free, but to no avail. The Raven screamed ass the spell seemed to pull him apart. The Raven vanished as the energies seemed to collapse upon themselves. With the Raven gone, Fate reached out for Hawkman’s belt and activated his JLA signal device. Fate placed Hawkman in stasis until his teammates could arrive.