Oh boy, Chapter 9! I've been waiting to do this arc: An old west setting! Featuring Rory Regan, the newest addition to the Legends!
Sorry this is so late, working on two stories at once gets confusing haha.
Chapter 9: The Eleven Who Saved Time
"Who the hell are you?" Rory asked abruptly, not removing the Ragman mask.
"You were one of Oliver Queen's closest companions in the war with Prometheus," Rip said. "Unfortunately, that nuclear blast in Russia did a number on your rags a few months ago."
Rory gasped... he knew everything. This man knew all about his past as Ragman.
It would be much cooler, though, if this man was a time traveler. And it would make more sense too.
But wait, Rip IS a time traveler!
"Regardless, what do you want from me?" Rory asked.
"I would like you to join me in my efforts to stop an immortal time tyrant," said Rip. "His name is Vandal Savage. Ever heard of him?"
"Green Arrow faced off against him a while ago," Rory said. "Before this whole Tobias Church, Prometheus, and Vigilante bullshit."
"Yes, well, we need your assistance," Rip said. "Fancy a time travel or two?"
"Time travel?!" Rory said.
"Yes. Quite shocking, is it not?"
"Well, I'm sorry, but this is a bit much for me," said Rory, grasping his forehead. "Maybe gimme a day or two."
"And I am also sorry," replied Rip.
A loud punch could be heard across Star City, and when Rory fell to the ground, one Sara Lance was standing behind him.
"I kinda wish it was the other Rory under my fist," said Sara, picking the unconscious Ragman up under her shoulders. "This is gonna get confusing."
"Not really, so long as this one isn't an idiot," Rip commented.
Rory woke up about ten minutes later, strapped down in the empty seat next to Floyd.
"Where am I?" Rory said, now starting to come to.
"On a time ship, headed for the town of Salvation. The year is 1871," Rip said from the captain's chair.
"WHAT?!"
"If you start speaking Latin or something, it's only temporary," said Amaya, from her dual seat with Mick.
"Little bastard stole my name," Mick muttered. "I'ma make sure he suffers for it..."
"What?" Rory asked yet again.
"We don't have the time," Rip said abruptly. "The Old West is coming up in a mere half a minute, so get prepared."
"THE OLD WEST?!" Rory screamed.
"We've been to worst," said Leonard. "We just got back from the Dark Ages."
"Wow," Rory muttered. "Okay, okay, okay..."
"You'll be safe, sweetie," Sara said.
Rory, meanwhile, was still trying to wrap his head around the fact that he was on a time ship.
"Ah, here we are," Rip said, unbuckling himself. "How do you feel Mr. Regan?"
"Feel okay I," Rory said. He immediately covered his mouth in shock.
"Ah. Linguistic disorder," Rip said. "That will pass momentarily."
"It I does hope," Rory said. He shook his head.
"That's what you get for stealing my name, you rat," Mick said. Rory looked at the pyromaniac in confusion.
"His last name is Rory," Amaya said. "And he just loves stereotyping."
"Now see I," Rory said. "It damn!"
Sara giggled lightly into her boyfriend's side, and Ray felt himself about to laugh only because of his girlfriend.
"It's gonna be a long day Regan," said Floyd, smirking and clapping him on the back.
Rory sighed.
Lawton was right (damn, the flashbacks... WHY COULDN'T THIS MAN HAVE BEEN VIGILANTE).
This would be a long day.
"Hey guys!" Ray said, once they had all gotten changed. "Check this out!"
Sara then bent down on her knees to the point where she was only as tall as Ray's waist. "I can't swim."
Her childish voice caused a few giggles to echo from Kendra and Amaya, whilst Leonard and Floyd smirked. Mick looked like he had just seen a clown: horrified.
"How old are you?" Ray asked, bearing a deep, strong baritone voice.
"Six."
Ray then picked his girlfriend up, and pretended to sling her halfway across the changing room. She laughed loudly, and got back down on her feet to see the other Legends laughing along with her.
"Do you guys always have this much fun?" Amaya asked.
"Pretty much," Jax chuckled.
"Fun won't stop Savage!" Rip said, entering in. "And I am currently wondering if any of you should possess weapons."
"Relax captain," Floyd said, brandishing a revolver. "We got this."
"Oh bloody hell, I doubt it," Rip whispered. "Also, don't get too attached!"
"Why are you so concerned about this, captain?" Sara asked.
Rip just looked away, not responding.
"Answer taken, let's move," Mick said.
The small town of Salvation had never seen a more badass sight.
Mick (and the other Legends are also present.) walked down the street, not giving a damn about who or what was slightly offed.
Rip led the charge, Leonard and Kendra following right behind. Amaya was escorted by Mick, who looked eagerly at every saloon they passed. Ray and Sara were a little too close for a normal friendship, and Floyd had explained to Rory that they were dating. Jax and Stein, as always, followed each other closely, wondering if Firestorm would ever be needed.
When they finally entered a saloon, Mick dashed for the bar.
"I'll make sure he'll be okay," Amaya said.
"He knows how to handle his liquor," Leonard said.
"I'll be playing poker, anyone wanna join?" Floyd offered.
"I'm always up for a round," Stein said.
With that, all of the Legends dispersed around the bar. Rory was mostly following Mick around, even though Mick wasn't open to it.
"What are you doing?" Mick asked.
"Following you, by the looks of it," Rory said. "Why exactly did you call me a thief back on the... Waverider?"
"No reason," Mick said. "You stole my name. I'm Rory, you ain't."
Rory took a cautious step back.
"Uh... okay then."
Mick nodded, and turned back to the shot glass in front of him.
"He's like that all the time," Amaya whispered. "Don't worry, I'll dig under that rough rider skin one day."
Rory gave a small nod to Amaya, but gasped and turned around when a loud punch was heard. Sara was standing over someone who she presumably knocked out.
"I'm a hoofer, not a hooker," Sara hissed.
And then, a full on bar fight broke out. Amaya smirked, before running and jump-kicking some dude into the wall. Mick and Rory were punching people back to back, and Floyd was half tempted to scare some people by ripping off his eye patch.
"ENOUGH!"
A gunshot followed this shout, and a man stood up from his table.
"Anyone got a problem with it? You answer to me."
The man then revealed the right side of his face, and burns were everywhere.
"You..." Rip whispered, walking up to him. "Jonah Hex. If my eyes don't deceive me."
"Rip Hunter," Jonah responded. "I see you got a posse here."
Then, they saw somebody run out of the bar, looking scared for his life.
"What's he on?" Jax asked.
"We can talk aboard the Waverider," Jonah said. "Always wanted to see the thing."
Jonah Hex. On the Waverider.
No one would have thought it possible.
Except for Mick, maybe. We don't know what the heck goes on inside his head.
Anyway, Ray, Jonah, Rory, and Floyd had gone back to the Waverider.
"Those fellas your filly was tossing hands with were members of the Stillwater gang," Jonah said. "They've been shootin' this town up for months now."
"And I'm guessing we only stirred them up further?" Ray asked.
"Yep," Jonah replied. "And in three hours, they'll draw a man into the streets, and Jeb Stillwater will challenge him to a showdown."
Jonah then lowered his head.
"And I'm guessing they all get killed," Rory said.
"Yes," Jonah said. "I'll be lucky if they don't draw me out. Reminds you of Calvert, doesn't it Rip?"
"Kind of, I don't like to think about it," Rip said.
"Well, would you have stayed had you known?" Jonah asked.
"That's the thing Jonah," Rip said. "I did know."
Jonah punched Rip clean across the face.
"I deserved that," Rip said, shaking his face.
"YOU DESERVE TO DIE, YOU SON OF A BITCH!" Jonah screamed.
"Yes, yes I do," Rip said. "But I know how to pay for my sin. High noon is in about three hours, yes?"
So, Rip now stood in the middle of the street, ready to face Stillwater. Jonah, the town, and the rest of the Legends stood behind him. However, Floyd wasn't present.
"He's gonna get himself killed," Kendra whispered to Leonard.
"Not exactly," the cold crook whispered, pointing to a building. There was movement on the top floor.
Suddenly, Jeb Stillwater walked into town, revolver brandished.
"Let's make it quick," Jeb said. "DRAW!"
One second passed.
Then another.
Then another.
Finally, both drew their guns.
One second passed.
Then another.
And finally, Jeb Stillwater fell to the ground.
He was dead.
Rip looked up to the roof, nodded, and Floyd Lawton could barely be seen walking away.
"Well, seeing as how the past two missions went well for you all, I thought we should celebrate," said Rory, once the team (minus Rip) had gathered in the kitchen.
"Whatcha got there?" Floyd asked, pointing to the pitcher of brew Rory was carrying.
"Regan family Schnapps recipe," Rory said. "Strong, and a little sweet. Like Miss Lance."
Sara muttered a small "Aw", and the rest of the team chuckled.
"So, hold up those glasses, and we shall toast," said Rory. He went around, one by one, pouring everyone some of the homemade brew.
"Cheers," said Kendra, holding up her glass with everyone else. Everyone held up their glass, and took a big swig.
In a matter of seconds, the entire team was loopy. Except for Rory Regan himself.
"The hell's in this stuff?" Amaya asked, giggling lightly at the buzz.
"Secret," Rory replied, smiling.
"Holy hell," Mick muttered, downing the rest in a big gulp. "This shit's gooooood."
"We need more, and like, now!" Ray said, slurring a bit.
"Why don't you all go get some sleep?" Rory said. "We just met Jonah Hex, and killed Jeb Stillwater. You all need rest. I, however, do not."
The team, albeit reluctantly, headed for their quarters, Ray leaving with Sara's hand in his. In five minutes, Mick said goodbye to the remaining members (The Schnapps really must have taken their toll.), and that left only Rory, Kendra, and Leonard.
"Well, I don't know about you two, but I am going to get some shuteye," said Kendra. "You two going to bed anytime soon?"
"I'ma be up for a while," responded Rory. "What about you Len?"
"Same here," said Leonard. "See you tomorrow Kendra."
"G'night Len," she said, smiling sweetly at him. "Sleep tight Rory. Congrats on joining the team."
"Thanks Kendra," said Rory gratefully.
As Kendra walked off to her quarters, Rory noticed how Leonard was eyeing her.
"You two got something going on?" Rory asked. Leonard quickly retracted his gaze from Kendra's ever-gorgeous form and instead focused on the rag-bearer.
"No," Leonard said abruptly.
"C'mon man, Oliver looked at Felicity like that all the time when she was with Billy," Rory said. Leonard raised an eyebrow ever so slightly.
And then, he remembered Leonard was associated with The Flash, not Green Arrow.
"Never mind," Rory said. He then grabbed his jacket and slipped it on.
"I'm gonna take a little stroll around the Waverider," said Rory. "Wanna come with?"
"Not really," replied Leonard. "But you have fun with that. And scream if some ghost appears in front of you."
"Don't know why that would happen," Rory said, chuckling lightly, "but thanks for the friendly warning."
Leonard raised his glass, and Rory only smiled before walking off down the hallway.
He felt at home here.
Whilst Havenrock would never leave his memories, and the Arrowcave would be ever present as well, the Waverider seemed like a nice place.
But then...
Something made him wonder if he had truly put the right amount of sugar in the Schnapps.
Because there was a man standing on the other side of the hallway in front of him, his back turned to the newest Legend.
"Floyd?" he asked. It was who it looked the most similar to, judging by the hair.
"Actually, sorry to disappoint, but it ain't him," the man said.
Rory shuddered.
That voice...
It couldn't be...
And then, the man turned around to face him. The entire right side of his face had been burned, and he had a scab that looked to be covering a bullet wound on the same side.
"Hello Rory. Been a damn long time, Ragman."
Rory couldn't believe his eyes.
Standing right in front of him...
Was Adrian Chase.
OOH SNAP! IS IT REAL?! IS ADRIAN CHASE TRULY BACK?!
WE SHALL SEE NEXT CHAPTER! :D