User blog comment:Guildmaster Grovyle/JLE Role Play, Winter 2016-2017/@comment-5837525-20170425155518

(Star-Lord kicks over an empty oil drum in defeat as Kick regroups with him.)

Star-Lord: Pffft. Just as well. This place is as barren as Ronan's sense of humor. ...So. Which way's Old Town?

(Once Cold Cash ceases communication, Orbit turns on his heels and makes his way to Goldenheart and Spider-Mane's location.)

[click]

Orbit: This is Orbit. That won't be necessary, Goldenheart. Power Ponies, switch to private comm frequency J-L-E-0-9-4 immediately.

(Taking out his comm, Spider-Mane tweaks the frequency settings.)

[click]

Spidey: Okay, now what?

[click]

Orbit: I triangulated Decibelle's position. She's somewhere within a quarter-mile radius of where we are.

(Decibelle trembles as she feels dozens, perhaps hundreds, of eyes on her. Everything she'd learned about defending herself was suddenly forgotten, replaced only by crippling fear. She listened as the price for possession of her continued to climb. What would her purchaser do with her? House servant? Trophy wife? Or something more... violating?

She lowers her head as tears trickle down her cheeks. She thought of her family. Her friends. Her old hospital coworkers. What they would think if they saw her now. How a member of the Justice League could fall so far so quickly.)