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Weapon of Choice
As it waited for the signal, the weapon analyzed it's final task: the Team's destruction.
The weapon knew who to select as primary targets. First came the immediate physical treat: Aqualad. Physically, he was the most like the weapon and he doubled as the team leader. The loss would confuse and disorganize the targets.
Next he would make a quick attempt at Kid Flash. The suddenness of the first attack might freeze him long enough for the weapon to strike. The weapon would either succeed or fail on this ground; no middle ground. If failure occurred he would have to assume the Flash's protégé would survive until the final confrontation.
Miss Martian. Initial assumptions would have placed her as a menial treat. Her hold on the physical world was strong, but the weapon had defenses against such techniques. His programming had prepared him. Recent developments, however, suggested the alien held a power much stronger than anticipated. The weapon's mind was at risk. It was against her own personal code of ethics to take hold of another's mind. To her, to her society of telepaths, to be in control of one's own thoughts was everything.
Still, the weapon knew she would do what she must to protect her team. Physically, the weapon knew, she was not invulnerable. The weapon could disable her, destroy her, easily. All it had to do was distract her. The weapon was sure that would not prove to be difficult.
That left the final three.
It was sure Robin would survive until then, Kid Flash at his side. Artemis would be present only because she posed so little a treat to the weapon. Human weaknesses and exploding arrows were not going to injure the weapon's form. She as almost an afterthought, a mere witness of his activities to be silenced.
It knew Robin would organize the final battle. The weapon ran over the probable scene. Artemis would take the high ground, covering the remaining members of the team and providing distractions while Kid Flash went in for the attack. He would strike first, running by the weapon at incredible speeds. Perhaps Kid Flash would plant an explosive on him. The ensuing explosion would disorientate him, maybe long enough to let Robin come in and disable him.
Their last real confrontation had not gone well for the boy. He knew the electric toys he had used against it had not worked before. The child had not impressed it then, but after many months of true observation the weapon had come to fully realize his cleverness in combat. The weapon was almost impatient to see what Robin would come up with this time.
Robin.
Disable Robin before the other two and it all falls apart. Kid Flash would become reckless; Artemis would close in on herself. It was the quickest route if the weapon could manage it. But somehow it knew Robin would be aware of this completely. He would not sacrifice himself uselessly. The boy was pragmatic. Robin knew he must remain alive to organize and utilize the remaining heroes. Human and weak as he was, he still stood a threat.
Analyze. Fight. Destroy. Escape. Deliver.
Time to come home.
It's time among the enemy had drawn to a close. The weapon's masters awaited it and the invaluable information it now possessed.
Their commands filed through it's mind in organized trails. An endless to-do lists of requests, retrievals, and questions for the weapon to answer.
DNA from Kid Flash. Hair, skin, blood.
Mental images of Robin. Body, face. No mask. DNA sample.
Sample of Miss Martians Bio-material uniform.
Skin from Aqualad. Tattoo and the surrounding area.
DNA sample from Artemis.
The requests trailed on, weapons and data chips. The request for Artemis's DNA struck the weapon as useless until it caught the underlining tone of the Light member who had issued it. The air was feminine and suspicious. One other member became irritated at the request. The collective indistinct murmurs of directed thoughts and suspicions washed through it. The weapon could only hear what they wished it to, but it could still analyze the tones that traveled through them.
"Hey Supey!" Kid Flash called, "Training room in five, okay?"
"Alright." The weapon answered.
It was time.
Although I intended for this to be a one-shot, this is going to be about two or three chapters-ish. What can I say? The weapon's pov was just so much fun I couldn't stop…
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-KydChyme