Myst in DC part 22 (Patreon)

Megan waited until the ship leveled off then turned to look at Tara and extended her hand and arm five feet toward the new girl. “We didn’t get introduced, I’m Megan.”

Tara blinked as she looked at Megan’s arm. “Tara Maclay. Are you a shape changer or just stretchy?” she asked as she shook Megan’s hand.

“I’m a Martian,” Megan said, as it that explained everything.

“Which means she has telepathy and telekinesis and can phase and change her shape and probably a number of other powers I’m forgetting,” Myst offered.

Tara turned to look at Cyborg. “Sorry, I didn’t get your name either.”

“Cyborg or Victor out of costume,” Victor answered with a smile. “Not that I’m ever really out of costume anymore.”

“We can probably cover your cyberware with an illusion,” Myst offered.

Cyborg smiled as he thought about walking down the street without having to cover up. “It’s something to look into.”

“If it’s not a secret, what happened the last time you were in Santa Prisca?” Tara asked.

“We ran into a group of villains and they escaped after knocking us around more than they should have,” Megan admitted.

Myst absently listened to Megan tell Tara about the team’s last mission to Santa Prisca while he read over his gacha options, he wasn’t sure if this version of the team was just more competent than the version he remembered from the show or if Megan was just whitewashing the story but they’d done better than he remembered from the show. He selected the Box wheel for 8,000 mana then glanced over at Cyborg. “What happens if someone like Lex is already there?”

Cyborg glanced away from the lights he could see in the distance and looked at Myst. “Legally? We’d have to let him have the ship assuming he’d already acquired the property where the ship crashed, unofficially, we’d have to destroy the ship without being seen.”

Megan shook her head. “It’s more likely that Bane has some thugs guarding the area considering Lex shouldn’t have a clue about the ship.”

Tara shifted uncomfortably. “There might be survivors.”

“If there are survivors, we’ll just have to help them fix the ship and get them on their way. Do we have a plan for dealing with Bane when he shows up?” Myst asked, fairly sure killing the villain wouldn’t be on the approved list, even if his drug empire had resulted in multiple deaths.

“If we can’t secure the ship, we’re going to have to destroy it,” Cyborg said, less than thrilled with the idea of destroying an alien ship before he could study it.

Myst bit back his initial response of, ‘Fuck that!’ and caught the ornate wooden box that dropped as his gacha wheel stopped. “I’d rather just hide the ship with magic. Earth needs a defense force, which means we need ships.”

“We have the Justice League,” Megan pointed out.

‘Maybe Lex has a point,’ Myst grumbled mentally as he bought the Trinket wheel for 2,000 mana. “The League can’t be everywhere and most of them can’t operate in space,” he explained as he checked the box. “Weird.”

“What does the box do?” Tara asked, curious about the box humming with magic.

“It permanently imbues a chisel with the ability to let you use cryokinesis while you’re holding it,” Myst replied as he spent mana to increase the type of tools that the box could imbue, causing Megan and Tara to giggle from the mana wave. “Okay, that should let me create wands of cryokinesis.”

“How much cryokinesis are we talking?” Cyborg asked. “Enough to keep your soda cold or enough to refreeze the ice caps?”

Myst snorted. “Freezing the caps would be a nice trick.” He caught the four inch silvery metal pyramid with a golf ball sized purple crystal sphere when it dropped from his wheel with a CD case. He glanced between the USB port on the bottom of the pyramid then at the CD case. “Weird…” he trailed off as he looked at the device with his upgrade ability. “It creates a small four inch portal to other worlds.”

“And the CD?” Cyborg asked.

“Considering it says control software on the case, I’m guessing the portal device needs to interface with a computer.” Myst placed the case and the pyramid into his inventory then grabbed the Mirror wheel.

Megan shook her head. “How is a dimensional gate a trinket?”

Myst shrugged. “Probably because the gate is only four inches wide.”

“Joking about Myst’s gacha ability aside, do we have a plan?” Cyborg asked as he glanced between Megan and Myst then looked at Karen and Starfire when they appeared near Myst. “Can you bring up the image of the ship that crashed?”

Megan brought the image of the Gordanian ship. “Do you recognize the ship?”

Karen shook her head. “Sorry, I don’t.”

Starfire glared at the image on the screen. “That’s a Gordanian slave ship!”

“Slaves?” Karen scowled as she studied the ship. “How strong are they?”

“Maybe twice as strong as a human on average.” Starfire glanced at Megan. “They also have some nasty staff weapons that are powerful enough to kill most species other than a Tamaranean or Kryptonian in one shot.” She looked at Megan. “They might need two shots to kill you but I wouldn’t count on it.”

“In other words, don’t get shot,” Myst muttered. “Are they advanced enough to have teleport jamming technology?” He reached up and caught the plastic pink hand mirror that dropped when the wheel stopped. 

Starfire shook her head. “Not unless the psions loaned them personal teleport jammers which is possible if unlikely.”

“What is it with pink and your gacha?” Megan asked with amusement.

“No idea,” Myst muttered as he checked the mirror with his upgrade ability. “Yeah, that can’t end well,” he muttered sarcastically.

“Oh?” Cyborg asked, curious what was wrong with the mirror.

Myst put the mirror in his inventory. “It basically accesses a twisted mirror world every time you use it.” He focused on his precog ability and using the mirror then blinked as he found himself on another version of the bioship with twisted reflections of his team. This version of Cyborg looked far more Mad Max than his Cyborg. Megan was an inhuman red monster or at least he was assuming the monster was Megan as she was in the pilot’s chair. “Interesting.”

Myst had an instant before he was pinned to a chair by a red eyed version of Karen in a black and white suit that looked damned good on her. “Hi?”

“Can I break him?” Tara’s twisted angelic copy asked as she caressed her whip.

“Not until I’ve had my wicked way with him,” Karen’s glowing eyed copy purred as she reached out and stole the mirror before he could blink. “None of that.”

“Sorry man, you’re on your own,” a miniature silver dragon said with amusement from where he was curled around Zatanna’s shoulders.

Myst smiled at the evil version of Karen. “Sounds fun-” whatever else he was going to say was cut off as the vision ended. ‘Yeah, I think I can table using the mirror until I have better defenses.’

“That sounds like something to keep locked away,” Cyborg agreed.

“Probably for the best,” Myst admitted as he looked out the window at the lights he could see in the distance. “Do we have an actual plan of attack beyond just showing up and shooting the Gordanians as soon as we’re in range?” He winced when he noticed Megan’s frown. “What kind of armament does this ship have?”

“The ship doesn’t have any weapons, it’s a civilian model,” Megan admitted.

Myst sighed as he remembered that she was basically a teenager which made it somewhat more reasonable that her ship didn’t have any weapons. “We should probably look into fixing that.”

“The ship is adaptable,” Megan said cheerfully.

Karen looked at Starfire. “Can telepaths read Gordanians?”

Starfire nodded. “Our language acquisition ability is telepathic and it works on them.”

“In that case, we should have some idea where the aliens are once we get closer, assuming they survived the crash.” Karen turned to look at Tara. “Do you have any spells that would hide a building?”

“In theory, I’ve never hid anything larger than a truck before but it wasn’t that much harder than hiding a bike,” Tara offered.

“Let’s assume that one of the mages can hide the ship, how many Gordanians should we expect?” Cyborg asked.

Starfire turned to look at Cyborg. “Gordanians typically have three crew for a slave ship, maybe four depending on how many slaves they have. They typically don’t haul more than a dozen slaves but they could fit up to two dozen without too much trouble with the life support systems.”

“We should be able to hand the Gordanians off to one of the Green Lanterns when we catch them,” Cyborg asked. He turned to look at Tara. “How much combat experience do you have?”

Tara shook her head. “None, I was planning on jumping into Myst’s pocket dimension before we landed.”

“We’ll have to work on that.” Cyborg turned to look at Karen. “Do you think you and Kara can transport the ship without ripping it in half?”

“As long as it’s not critically damaged,” Karen said, thinking about some of the things she’d accidentally damaged over the years. “Where do you want it moved?”

“Somewhere with enough space to work on it,” Cyborg replied as Robin appeared on the view screen. “You have something?”

Robin nodded, not feeling in the mood to joke after seeing the destruction. “Yeah, pull up the satellite image I sent, the ship hit the prison.”

Megan directed her ship to split the screen and pull up the image of the obliterated prison that showed a mostly intact alien ship in the middle of the destruction. “Oh…”

“At least the walls managed to contain most of the destruction,” Karen offered, feeling more than a little green at the thought of the people that had died in the crash.

Myst was just glad that the ship hadn’t hit the city. “The ship looks mostly intact which means they probably had shields. Is it just me or does that hole look like it was punched from the inside of the ship?”

Starfire studied the image. “That is near the prisoner quarters.”

“Either something exploded and ripped a hole in the hull or someone ripped through starship grade hull plating,” Robin agreed.

Batman stepped in front of the camera. “Which means you need to be careful. Anything that can rip through a starship can rip through most of your team. To make matters more complicated, at least two of the local warlords are sending a number of trucks toward the prison.”

“The Gordanians have advanced armor, they’re going to get slaughtered unless the soldiers get extremely lucky,” Starfire said.

Myst knew it wasn’t very heroic but he was fine with the aliens killing as many drug cartel members as they could considering the crap they’d put the locals through. “We’ll stop them when we get there.”

“Do you have a plan?” Robin asked.

Cyborg glanced at Starfire. “Starfire recognized the type of ship, it’s a Gordanian slave ship. Once we’ve captured the slavers, we lock them in their cells until we can call one of the Green Lanterns to collect them and arrange transport for the prisoners.”

“All of the Green Lanterns are out of the system or dealing with other problems, it might be a few days,” Batman warned them.

“That’s fine, it gives us a chance to quietly capture some of the warlords,” Karen said.

“Just remember that Santa Prisca isn’t part of the United Nations and the League has no official jurisdiction,” Batman warned the group.

“I’m aware,” Karen said as she swapped her uniform to a dark grey almost black suit with a mask and hood.

“Good, do the best you can.” Batman ended the call.

Cyborg turned to look at Myst. “Will the rings’ shields stand up to assault weapons?”

Myst frowned as he looked at his ring with his upgrade ability. “I wouldn’t stand there and let someone shoot you but between the armor and the shield, you’d probably survive, why?”

“I’m just trying to figure out what we have to work with, Artemis and the magic users don’t have enhanced durability.” Cyborg glanced at Tara. “Not to mention the upcoming fight is going to be a chaotic mess.”

“Not to mention whatever ripped through the hull isn’t a joke,” Karen said.

Myst turned to look at Cyborg. “On that note, I should probably introduce Tara to the magic users and you can explain the plan to Connor and Artemis. Before I forget, I can hand out temporary strength boosting Coke and chocolate bars that boost resistance to heat and electricity along with some other nice boosts.”

“Nice.” Cyborg gave Myst a fist bump. “Let’s do this, I want to have a decent plan by the time we get there.”

Tara glanced at Megan. “Can we take our seatbelt off?”

“You’re free to move around the cabin,” Megan teased, having wanted to say that ever since she’d seen it on television.

“I’ll stay keep Megan company,” Karen offered, fairly sure the team would get a touch distracted when they saw the twins.

“Cool.” Myst put his hand on the globe.

“Hogwarts?” Tara asked as she took her seatbelt off.

“Yeah, Hogwarts.” He smiled as he found himself just outside of the gates to the castle. He opened his upgrade menu then selected his pedometer and poured all of the mana from his pendant into decreasing the number of steps needed to regenerate mana. He dropped most of the rest of his mana into the pedometer, dropping the required number of feet down to a single step. 

“Three percent of my total mana every step,” he took a step and laughed when his mana jumped by three thousand.

Tara blinked as she appeared next to Myst and found him laughing like a lunatic. “Do I want to know?”

Myst couldn’t help the smile on his face as he took another step toward the castle. “I upgraded my mana regeneration trinket, I get 3% of my total mana every step.” He took another step as Cyborg appeared. “This is going to be awesome!”

Cyborg stared at the castle for a couple of seconds then looked around, amazed at how vibrant everything looked and how fresh the air smelled. “Can I talk you into making a workshop for me?”

“Probably. This way,” Myst said as he headed into the castle. He sent a mental message to Zatanna as he headed for the stairs, ‘How much did Azar tell you?’

Zatanna continued playing with Hermione’s breasts as she replied, ‘Just that we have a mission to capture or destroy an alien ship on Santa Prisca. What were you upgrading?” she asked, having felt the two large pulses.

‘I upgraded my pedometer which means I’m getting 3% of my total mana every step,’ Myst replied as he ran up the stairs, ecstatic at his progress. He dropped the 82,100 mana in his mana pool into boosting his maximum mana capacity by 821 mana.

Tara staggered and grabbed the rail at the bottom of the stairs as what felt like a thousand warm wet tongues caressed her at once, in all of them in the right places to make her nearly melt. “Oh Goddess!”

Cyborg shook his head as he felt the wave of mana wash over him. “Are you all right?”

“Working on it,” Tara said after taking a couple seconds to pull herself together. “Don’t do that when I’m on the stairs.”

“Sorry,” Myst said as he walked over to the top of the stairs. “I’m just a bit giddy.”

“Yeah, I noticed,” Tara teased as she walked up the stairs, keeping her hand on the rail as her legs were still a bit shaky. “Can you wait until I have a bed to sprawl on or at least a wall to lean against?”

“Which do you prefer?” Myst asked.

“At this point? A bed and a cute girl tongue fucking me,” Tara said, wishing she had an attractive girl running their hands over her while the mana pulses tickled her. ‘Hell, at this point, I’d take anyone’s hands massaging my back.’

“In that case, I can wait,” Myst assured her.

“We’re on the clock,” Cyborg reminded them.

“Right, sorry,” Myst said as he turned and headed for the Tower, doing his best to ignore the fact that his mana pool was full and he was ‘wasting’ his mana regeneration.

Cyborg blinked as he glanced back and noticed that the door he’d just walked past was gone. “Did that door just move?”

“Or you’re seeing things,” Myst replied as he turned to look at the blank hallway where the door they’d just walked past had been a couple of seconds ago. “I’m sure it will turn up eventually,” he said as he continued walking toward the Tower.

Cyborg shook his head then followed Myst. “You’re enjoying this way too much?”

“Which part?” Myst asked with amusement as they rounded the corner and he saw the entrance to the Tower was already open.

“The part where physics is hiding in the corner crying.”

“Probably,” Myst agreed as he walked into the Gryffindor common room. He smiled as he looked over the naked girls sprawled around the common room on various couches and chairs or dancing on tables. His attention jumped to where Hermione or maybe her twin was sprawled across Zatanna’s lap then over at where Hermione’s twin was grinding her ass against Willow’s crotch while a girl he didn’t recognize played with that Willow’s breasts. 

Tara grinned as she walked into the room and saw the naked girls. “This is more like it.”

Cyborg blinked as he noticed the six naked green skinned girls dancing on various tables. “Where did the extra people come from?”

A Megan copy smiled at Cyborg as she played with a purple haired girl’s breasts. “Magic!”

Zatanna rolled her eyes. “Artemis got a bit carried away with the twin spell.”

“You’re the one that used it on Willow,” Artemis argued as she playfully spanked Zatanna’s twin on her bottom.

“Hey, I was already created, you can’t blame that on me,” the twin that had gotten spanked pouted, knowing that she would have done it if they hadn’t been running out of room.

“Do we have a plan for taking out the aliens?” Harry asked as he continued fucking Raven’s twin from behind while she ate out a scqurming and giggling Kara.

“I was planning on sneaking in and talking the nice magic users in the group into cloaking the alien’s ship so we can steal it,” Myst said as he glanced between Xander’s duplicate that was fucking Buffy and the three solidly built young men that were screwing versions of Megan while floating in the air. His gaze jumped to where a Starfire twin was tongue fucking a Kara twin with a rather long and dexterous tongue. ‘Right, prehensile tongue.’

Sabrina smiled at Tara as she continued finger fucking a Kara clone. “Would you like to join us?”

“Yes,” Tara said as she started stripping out of her clothes.

Myst looked at the Starfire copy with his upgrade ability, frowning when he didn’t see any conjuration effect. ‘Starfire?’ He glanced at her bare breasts to make sure she wasn’t wearing her pendant then looked at the other Starfire with his upgrade ability. ‘So much for the copies vanishing.’ He turned his attention toward Tara, enjoying watching her strip.

Zatanna playfully swatted Hermione’s bottom. “Do you want to get fucked by a slime beast?”

Hermione turned to look at Myst then looked over at Harry who gave her a thumbs up but didn’t stop fucking Raven’s twin. “Yes, spend some mana,” she said as she pushed herself up so that Myst could fuck her.

Myst ignored the tiny voice in his head urging him to be responsible and consider the mission as he swapped to one of his empty costume slots, spent his mana improving his maximum mana pool and walked over to Hermione and Zatanna as the mana wave washed over everyone. ‘To hell with planning, we’ve got the basics, forty minutes, a gaggle of witches and half a dozen Kryptonians.” He smiled as he reached out and lightly ran his fingers down her back. ‘And I’ve got a naked Hermione in front of me.’