User blog comment:Guildmaster Grovyle/JLE Role Play, Winter 2014-2015/@comment-5837525-20150222183616

Orbit: Understood. Lead the way.

(Shielding her ears from the blast of sound, Matter-Horn opens her eyes to the sight of numerous inmates in varying states of consciousness lying on the ground and a multitude of symbiotes slithering beside them. Gale Sentry outstretches a mass of tentacles to latch onto each symbiote and absorb them into his form.)

Matter-Horn: Whew... Job well done, Mask.

Gale: Yeah... Though I probably coulda done without the tango.

Matter-Horn: Firefly, are you all right?

(The Milano reaches HQ and comes to a landing next to the JLE's own Power Plane. As Star-Lord steps out, Decibelle catches up.)

Star-Lord: Beat ya.

Decibelle: It wasn't a race...!

Star-Lord:

Agent 1: Hey! Stop where you are, Folderol!

(The lead agent's eyes shift between Folderol and the Omnispell's apparent meltdown.)

Agent 1: All agents, withdraw from the tower! Your orders, Lady Justice? Do we pursue Folderol?