Beatriz woke with a start."Where the hell am I?" she thought. She sat up and, slowly, her memories of last night came back to her. As she started to stand up, she realized she was on a cot in some sort of medical room. She got up and suddenly remembered Tora was with her.
"Tora?" she said as she walked around the room. On the other side of the room, Tora was lying in a cot as well. She read her heart rate. "Oh no," she thought, "Tora's heart rate is low, she's probably too cold! I need to wake her up." She shook her friend for a full minute before Tora woke up.
"Where am I?" Tora asked with a panicked look in her eye.
"I was gonna ask you the same thing." Beatriz replied.
The two girls wandered the mysteriously large ship until they found a room full of people in chairs that looked like they could have been on a roller coster.
"Ah, girls. It's good to see you awake," the man in the tan coat said in a British accent.
Tora moved closer to Beatriz so as to whisper in her ear, "Isn't that the guy who stunned us?" Bea nodded her head but refused to talk as the British guy continued his rant.
"Now, as you have not properly met any of us, let us introduce ourselves. My name is Rip Hunter, former Time Master and Captain of this ship." he pointed to a man sitting next to him.
"I'm Professor Martin Stein, nuclear physicist and one half of Firestorm." The man sitting next to Stein went next.
"I'm Jefferson Jackson and I am the other half of Firestorm." There were two empty seats after them.
"I'm Raymond Palmer, scientist and The Atom."
"I'm Sara Lance, the White Canary."
"I'm Snart: Captain Cold, criminal, and all around bad guy."
"Mick Rory, Heat Wave, Criminal."
"Now, why don't you girls introduce yourselves and then take your seats." Rip gestured toward the two empty seats in between Jax and Ray.
Tora leaned toward Beatriz and whispered shyly, "Can you do the talking?" Bea, quickly understanding her friend, did as she asked.
"The names are Beatriz de Costa and Tora Olafsdotter. But before we go anywhere, we'd like to know where the BLOODY HELL are we?!" Tora smiled at her friend, trying desperately to keep back laughter.
"This is-" Rip started to explain, but was cut off by Snart. "the Waverider. She's a time ship. With guns. Enough said." He was clearly trying to be humorous, but neither Bea nor Tora understood the reference. Actually, by the looks on their faces no one else did either. Well, other than Sara and a loud, creepy robotic voice coming from out of nowhere.
"My apologies, Captain. I just couldn't think of a better time to introduce myself."
"Right you are, Gideon. Take it away."
"My name is Gideon," the robotic voice continued. "I am this ship's computer system. I am also the one who has full access to views of the time-stream and maps that tell us the best routes to take." Tora turned to look at Bea, wondering if they were both in the same amount of utter astonishment.
"Ok, so now that you know who we are, we know where we are, may I ask why we are even here?"
"Ah, yes. I was just getting to that. You see, you two have some very... special abilities," Rip paused for a moment as he watched Tora and Beatriz quickly confer about how he knew this stuff. "we currently have a very important mission to complete and we figured we could some people with the abilities you posses."
"Hang on," Tora blurted. "I've heard of Captain Cold and Heat Wave. Don't they have pretty much the exact same abilities as us, except ours come from Amazon and Nordic Gods and theirs come from stolen guns."
"That's the thing, Miss Olafsdotter. You see, Mr. Snart and Mr. Rory here have learned to use their guns for various villainous purposes. You and your friend, however, have probably learned to use your powers for justice." Rip stood up and walked over to the screen where Gideon operated from.
Beatriz took over talking again, "Actually, sir, we haven't learned to use our powers at all."