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Sometimes, even when you have all the resources available in the world, the need stretches those resources just a little but more than there is for them to go. Such it is when defending the entire world from an alien invasion. Even when you have the entire world's population of superheroes at your disposal, sometimes you still end up with a shortage of people for all the jobs at hand.

Hal thinks it was his idea. Dinah thinks she's humouring him by letting him think that.

Anyway, the door to the bar opens with a flash of green light, through which the noise of battle can just be heard, and into the bar step Green Lantern and Black Canary, fully costumed and in full hero mode.

"Attention Milliways," Canary says loudly. "We need volunteers for a save-the-world mission and we need them now!"

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"No," Hal replies. "Take them down however you have to, but killing is out."

"They might have our backs to a wall, but we're going to do this right."

"Stay alive first priority," Canary adds, giving her implicit endorsement to 'well, if you have to.' "We have a containment facility, we're aiming for that.

"Green Lantern, this is X-23. Healing factor, indestructable claws, speed and a skilled fighter. She's a friend of mine."

:D?

There's a clanking on the stairs; Ellen's been getting into the power armor as fast as she could. It's more complicated than one might think.

Okay, looking at that suit, maybe not more complicated than that.

"I think I'm ready," she announces, her voice muffled by the helmet's filters. "Did I hear right? Should I leave my plasma rifle here?"

Hal nods to Ellen and X, impressed. "Glad to have you both."

"Depends on what settings it has. These things can take a lot of damage before they're knocked out."

"... settings?" Ellen says blankly. "It... gets five shots to one microfusion power cell, that's all I know. I haven't even figured out what makes some of the targets disintegrate into piles of goo and some not."

Max heard the announcement, of course, but he had to finish his drink before he was going to volunteer.

And then the follow-up drink.

But then he wandered over, his attention most certainly on the female requester-of-assistance. "Are you going to be wearing that?" he asked, giving her a very unsubtle once over. And then a twice-over.

That's Max for 'sure, I'll give you a hand'.

Of course then his eyes travel across the other two women gathered, and his grin widens noticeably.

Even when he recognizes one of them as X.

If it gets him fighting: "Keep it sheathed until we're on the battlefield, hot shot."

The problem of the non-lethal weaponry is a different matter. "Let me check with the bar. I bet we could get something that'll keep them restrained."

X gives Max a dubious look.

"I do not think he should unsheathe it there, either. It is not a very effective weapon."

Max smirks and sloooooowly quirks an eyebrow at X.

"I think it might surprise you."

"OK, well while you guys decide whether you want to work that out on the aliens or each other, I'm going to see about getting non letahl weaponry."

Dinah shrugs helplessly at Hal and departs for the bar, where she proceeds to have an argument with a napkin.

"Hey!" Max objects. "I haven't killed anyone with it!"

Yet.

".... I'll go put the rifle upstairs."

Seems like the safest course of action.

Meanwhile, and after much deliberation, Black Canary is returning while carrying two large firearm-like devices, either one of which is too big for a woman of her stature.

"I figured you might need one as well," to Max, "as I don't know your powerset."

Take it, take it!

To Hal: "I split it on both our tabs and we're still short. I hope our mysterious funder will accept receipts from the End of the Universe."

"He better. The Guardians of the Universe don't cut checks. Not that I know anyway."

"I'll take one of those," Ellen says, and reaches for the ... whatever it is. "This is the trigger, right?"

Dinah uses her new free hand to untuck a napkin from her scoop neck. There's a diagram drawn on it and the following helpful instructions:

point this end at the bad guys --->
<--- pull this trigger.

"Yes," she says "that's the trigger. Could you take this, Mr...?"

Max, that's to you.

Max blinks. "I think I'll just grab something from my room." You know, something he's comfortable with.

"And Max." He grins.

Oh, well, at least she can put this back.

"Great. We'll be waiting for you, Max."

"You might want to take the extra time to prepare yourself."

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