"Right weld a building together. Umm, how do I do that?" he responds, not being particularly used to using finesse.
Shale takes his own path to the site of the earthquake, preferring to both trust his own feet, and to be able to assess the area on his way in. He keeps an eye out for where the damage begins, and makes a mental note about how far out from the epicentre the destruction extends.
"Victor! Can you give us the exact location of this event's epicenter? Please relay the information and cross reference with local events calendars to identify any locations such as concerts or sporting events that may represent a concentration of endangered civilians and represent potential mass casualty clusters."
"Whipporwill; request acknowledged. I will attempt to assess the severity of ground instability and survey the area of impact in order to report on both casualties and hazards."
"Shale, the epicenter is 2 miles Northeast of the city center. There is currently a music festival in progress at the Coast Bowl with approximately 20,000 in attendance. There is also a professional football game underway between the Coast City Freebooters and the Fawcett City Tigers. Estimated 80,000 in attendance."
Superman has his hands on the building in the blink of an eye, first catching it and then beginning to push it back into place.
"Sinter, I'm realigning the supporting structure. Weld the beams back together. Like this..."
Beams of energy lance from his eyes to the steel structure of the building.
"Roger. "
Sinter does his best to moderate his output and replicate the heat beams to weld the supports together.
Since he's in front of his idol, he will spend a hero point to not make a fool of himself.
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'Alright, guys, while Supes'n'his sidekick break the building more, lets just go and just save the people, eh?'
The five members of 1st squad rocket toward the gap where an entire office of people are falling toward, the crack in the wall meets the sharply sloping floor where open air and a rapid plummet begin. The five soldiers, instead of saving them one at a time, grab on to each other and anchor themselves. People start thudding in to them, the Lex-Sec forming a metal-clad web as office workers slam against them, forming an ever-growing pile of human beings, a mesh of LexCorp technology the only thing between them and the far-below concrete.
2nd squad shoots under the building's cracked floor and rips out a now-useless girder of long steel. The five troopers angle it up, ready to make it a stabilizing pillar--as soon as the floor is level.
'Alright, I just going to, uh, pick up this building's floor far enough so 2nd squad can brace it. Oooooo this is gonna suck.....'
Kara squeezes her eyes and applies MAXIMUM! EFFORT! as she telekinetically raises the floor back to a semblance of level so 2nd squad can brace it safely.
Whippoorwill flies around the building, helping people back inside if the building is looking more stable, or grabbing hold of them and lowering them down to the ground level.
As she does that, her communicator buzzes. "Little busy, Whet," she says as she cracks her whip around a desk that had just about slid out of the gap in the building and was threatening to fall to the streets below.
"Bree? Are you in Coast City? With the earthquake?"
She gives her whip a tug as she flaps her wings hard, managing to upend the desk and causing its slide to halt. "Yeah. Courtesy of the JL teleporter."
"That's incredible! What did it feel like?"
"Later! Did you have a point to this call?" she asks as she circles the building once more to make sure it's secure.
"Oh, it's just that there's two major events going on -- a concert and a sports event. It's all over the news."
"Great," she mutters as she flaps hard to gain altitude to survey the city.
Finding that he is not where he is supposed to be, Clayten decides to push out and see what he can do to help. Flowing out of the warehouse door, the sudden sight of miles of coastal water sends a primal fear through the very core of the mud man's being. Precious sends go by as our hero scans the area to see where he is needed most.
The first sounds to grace his hearing was the noise as the ocean surged in the face of the after shocks, the second was screaming. Civilians on a school field trip, unprepared for what nature would be throwing at them today, and the few naval personnel giving them the guided tour of a ship in dock. The vessel in question, having been cut off by the fracturing of the pier and the subsequent waves, was in danger of sinking with all on board.
Knowing that he must act fast, Clay rushes forward, ignoring the impending drop to the murky depths. A hero must act.
Superman and Sinter weld the building back together enough that it should hold long enough to evacuate while Imagine and company stabilize things from below. Whippoorwill catches falling innocents and aids in the evacuation of the building before launching skyward to survey the situation.
If she had the eyes to see it, she would see in the distance Clayten rushing down a dock toward the ship.
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School children are crowded at the bow of the ship, well beyond the safety cordons, like some terrifying parody of that scene in Titanic. Not that Clayten has probably seen the movie.
Sailors and teachers alike are looking for a solution, but there is no way to move from the ship to the dock, and the mooring lines have been snapped.
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In the distance, Whippoorwill sees the earth ripple beneath the grounds of the Coast Bowl. The concrete half dome over the stage cracks and crazes, threatening to tumble onto the performers and audience.
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Imagine smiles as she sees a job well done. The LexSec are disentangling themselves from the great sphere of humanity that built up on top of them.
Once Attero is free he hovers up and cocks his head, apparently listening to the radio. After a brief moment he tells Kara, "I'm afraid the SCP site was hit."
'Oh? Nothing got out did it?'
Aterro pauses, checking his radio, before he nods. "Just one."
"Well that shouldn't be so bad. We can just recover--"
"Number six-"
"No."
"Eight."
"No! No no no no no no no no no--"
"Two."
'NO! Not that one. Not that one!'
"Affirmative. It's acid bath spilled out into the surrounding area and it escaped."
'SUPERMAN! You have to help us! An earthquake is NOTHING compared to what this thing can do!'
Imagine quickly gives him the location to SCP-682's current whereabouts. After all, tracking the thing isn't hard. Capturing or killing it is.
Oh no. I'm going to need help with this, Whippoorwill realizes as she puts her all into her wings, speeding toward the arena.
she shouts, hoping the speedster can hear her wherever he may be.
Chiding herself for not demanding that she receive one of the JL's communicators, she dives toward the cracked dome. Blast blast blast. I have nothing that can repair this mess! I can only do more damage! she thinks in frustration until she sees, just as she's coming into range, a large chunk of concrete break loose from the rebar and fall toward the crowd below.
Without thinking any more than a silent prayer that Whetstone's explosive is strong enough to do the trick but contained enough to not do further collateral damage, she flings one of her explosive quills at the block.
Roughly forty feet in the air, the chunk of concrete explodes, raining down hot but otherwise harmless pebbles on the crowd below. "Sorry," she breathes as her hand flies to her whip when she sees the exposed rebar forming the skeleton of the dome. The crack forming between the two major panels of the half dome begins widening.
With a supersonic crack of her whip, she lashes it to one exposed metal strut. Angling her flight, she dives between the jagged teeth of the rebar, wrapping the whip around another section. The high-strength polymer material of the whip strains against the separating weight of the collapsing dome, but Whetstone made her whip with the thought of containing some of the strongest beings in the universe. It may not hold forever, but it might hold long enough.
She drops away from the precarious dome and circles over the crowd pushing toward the exits. She shouts orders, directing people and guiding them to safety.
"What now boss? " he's in utter fanboy mode now, perfectly happy to led the big blue boy scout come up with the plan.