maskormenacelogs | am I sitting in a tin can far above the world?

Damn him.

[ One less pair of hands they could have used. ]

Nearly the whole month. I'm still playing catch up.

[ But that can come later. This shuttle business takes precedence over the Porter until they've smoothed the situation. She looks away from Beetle, slowing herself down as to not get too far ahead of him when he's the one paving the way. ]

Remind me to fill you in once we've rescued the crew.

[That's when, not if, and that's how he prefers to keep it. What's the point of an entire community of superpowered so-called heroes if they can't save people when they're in trouble?

Eventually, Jaime turns the corner into the very back of the building, and at the very end of the hallway there's a door clearly marked as being for authorized personnel only.

Well, they're just going to be good enough.] Here we go, [he says, swinging the door open.]

Beetles first.

[ She motions for him to go through. She doubts they're about to run into any trouble down here, but she's right behind him and faster if she needs to cover him for whatever reason.

While she's good with computer and programming security systems and fail-safes, Peej hasn't an idea how to work a shuttle's programming from inside or on the the ground. She could probably learn if she cared to, but there's no time for that. ]

Is this where the signal's being received?

[It's not a problem for them to simply stroll into the room when all's been said and done, but Jaime himself has even less experience with technology than Peej, let alone technology powerful enough to launch a rocket into space.]

Yeah, you got it, [he says, though the monitor banks are covered solely in an endless array of stats he can't even hope to comprehend. There are plenty of people here who do understand, however, still staring at them inquiringly as if expecting the flashily dressed imPorts to have something to say about the matter.]

Scarab, keep me updated, [he says quietly, just in case the Scarab is getting anything out of this, but in the meantime, he approaches the monitors to see what the workers have got to say about the state of the shuttle beyond what they saw fit to tell the larger population.]

[ Why can't she just solve this problem by punching it? She needs a vacation ― a real one. Not the sort where a sentient machine goes mad with power and kidnaps people possibly for its own agenda.

She lowers herself onto the ground, no longer wanting to flit around in a room packed with sensitive and delicate technology, not when she doesn't have the JSA's funding. She glances from one monitor to another and though she doesn't fully understand, she figures the current readings indicate a major issue.

The workers are surprised when two costumed heroes enter the room without warning. She raises a hand, placating. ]

We're here to help. What can you tell us about the shuttle?

[Jaime lands beside her, and waits as the workers talk, listening attentively. Some of the details here and there are beyond him, but this isn't quite like the movies; these guys know they're not fellow NASA workers, and they know how to phrase things.

The essence of the problem as Jaime understands it goes something like this: the technicians both in the air and down below know how to deal with the problem but whoever sabotaged them had been smart, smart enough to keep the programming constantly rewriting itself to keep the necessary components offline.

It's not good news, but it's what they've got.]

It couldn't just be easy, [Jaime murmurs to himself, shaking his head, but that's not helping matters much.] What I'm getting out of this is that we can't count on their tech to keep them up there, [he says, clearly concerned.]

We need a back-up, or something.

[ Only more bad news. She grimaces, looking from Beetle to the monitors. ]

Maybe we can buy them time? [ They've got to act now. ] The longer we sit here wondering, the more likely that shuttle's about to come down.

[ She folds her arms over her chest, leveling Beetle a firm stare. ]

I can hold the shuttle up while they try to solve the problem from down here and inside, but we need to know if they can fix it from inside or out. [ She looks toward the workers. ] Their communications aren't down, are they? We've got to relay them a message, let them know help's on the way and have them tell us what else they need.

[Jaime follows Peej's gaze over to the workers as they let them know that yes, their communications are indeed down, meaning that everything that could have gone wrong, has gone wrong.]

I'll be able to get reception from space and talk to everyone down below, [he says, thinking as quickly as he can.] So that's one branch done. If there's anything I can plug into, or any tech I can talk to on the shuttle, chances are I can talk to the people trapped inside the spaceship too. It'll be a heck of a lot slower, but it's better than nothing.

[But if they're going to go, now's the time. Jaime nods once, having determined the best approach that they've got, when a certain arrogant sounding someone comes striding through the doors, offering her specific expertise.]

[ At first she's skeptical and a bit annoyed by the sudden appearance of yet another imPort, but finding out she's got the perfect skill set to help out in the situation has that minor irritation drop fast. Maybe luck is on their side today after all. ]

Never liked having a telepath in my head, but now's not the time for nitpicking.

[ She hoists herself back into the air, heading out the way they came in. ]

Can you keep up?

This is my first telepath, [Jaime mutters back, almost as unnerved by the telepathic connection as he is by going back into space. Can everyone hear everything he's thinking? Even the stuff he doesn't want them to think? Oh god, can they hear the Scarab?

But they do have a mission to do, and whether Jaime likes it or not, the communication is a much needed boon. He follows Power Girl out the window, and in one smooth motion, his wings disappear back into his suit only to be replaced with a large jetpack.]

Yeah, I can keep up, [he says, though it's more of an educated guess than anything else. There's a quiet whirr from his suit as he revs up, ready to blast off at a moment's notice.] Let's do this!

[ Being susceptible to mental invasions and attacks makes Peej less than enthusiastic about having a telepath in her her specifically, though she should probably stop focusing on that in the case Emma takes offense to it. ]

Good; let's go save that shuttle.

[ A Blue Beetle and Power Girl, oh it's been ages.

As soon as they zip through the window they had entered previously, Peej picks up the pace, cutting through the air in true superheroine fashion. ]

am I sitting in a tin can far above the world?

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