Getting Down to Business (Closed)

[Jack Darby]

Once he had returned to Coruscant after an unsuccessful trip to the Nexus to take his mind off of things,  Matthew paused to consider. What was his problem? Why did he keep missing the target every time he shot the bow and arrow? Each time he shot it he was calm. Maybe that was it. Maybe what he needed was not calm, but adrenaline. Adrenaline like perhaps hunting down some of the criminals on the lower tiers, and bringing them to justice. Of course at some point he was going to have to align with the Empire so that he could gain some help down there. It beat the cops shooting at him later, anyway. In any case he had made his way back to the elevator that led to the lower tiers, selected Tier Five, and proceeded down there. 

Once more the very familiar, and yet unwelcome signs of the lower Tier greeted him. Buildings that had been spray-painted, and tagged with graffiti. Houses that had been ruined, by people blowing up parts of them. Dead bodies, in the case of some that had been mugged improperly. Really, someone had to be the hero down here, but he was not sure he fit the bill, at least not yet anyway. 

Heading to the area he called home, the old mansion that was little more than a disguise for his true home Matthew sighed. What he needed were more pieces of home, like the bow and arrow he had relieved some of the thugs of. There had to be more pieces of home in the Omniverse that he could use for his own purposes and perhaps even use to his advantage.

[Jack Darby]

As he continued his trek towards the area he had as his 'home' but was more of a base of operations,  Matthew noticed something that was curious. A vendor that was set up on the street near his home. Upon approaching the colorful booth that the vendor occupied he began to browse the wares of the individual, only to notice something about the items that were possessed by the individual. Each and every last one of these items were pieces from his home, or skillfully made replicas that he couldn't tell apart. One item in particular caught his eye, one that could prove invaluable if it did what it was supposed to do. The item in question was a black gauntlet that had once been part of the costume of the "Insider" and if Matthew was right about it, could discharge blasts of willpower out of it. It was certainly something that he wanted added to his equipment. 

Examining the object, he looked it over. It certainly seemed like it had the same capabilities of the Insider's Will Blaster. 

"Is this the genuine article?"  Matthew asked the lady that was running the stand today. 

"Why yes. A kind old man donated it to us, though his name escapes me presently. Why, are you interested?"  She asked. 

"It's something from where I was taken from, a piece of home. Of course I'm interested." 

Given he needed the equipment anyway, he planned on paying the price to acquire the item for himself. A piece of equipment such as that could be useful and more importantly could lead to him eventually being able to create a Green Lantern Ring, or similar device for himself. After all they used the same energy source, so how hard could it be for him to accomplish that task with it? Not very, if he worked at it hard.

[Jack Darby]

Sliding off one of his gloves in preparation for what he was about to do,  Matthew knew the suit's glove needed testing. If it worked, he'd have found a valuable piece of home. Of course by the same virtue, if it didn't work, he'd need to find the one who was counterfeiting pieces of his home and talk, or rather smack some sense into the individual for doing so. There were many, many reasons that he needed the equipment operational. One of these was the crime rate of the Tier he lived on. It seemed every day he witnessed crimes, but the patrol by the local branch of the EPD was inefficient, to say the least. What he needed was a real game changer if he was going to be able to continue trying to be a hero. Sure, this wasn't it. It was however, a step in the right direction. 


Upon testing it, and finding out that it fired a green beam, he looked at her. 

"I'll take it. How much do you want for it?" 


She looked at him for a moment, appraising the young would be-hero.   "Consider it a gift. Just do your best down here, 'Kay?"   Matthew nodded. That he planned on doing as soon as he was ready. Equipment like this was not that of a Green Lantern, but it was a start in the correct path towards recreating it. Maybe with enough time he could even create a way to provide himself the abilities of Superman, or Flash. Either one could come in handy here, for a lot of reasons.

[Jack Darby]

Once he had made his way home, and was once more sitting down in the cave underneath his house, Matthew began to consider his options. Option one was that he could burn this place he was in to the ground, and find somewhere else to stay, and leave the crime fighting to the professionals. It was not an appealing option because this tier he lived in needed all the help it could get, and was neglected by law enforcement. The neglect it had was that of a criminal level, because of how many muggings, and murders, and other such crimes the young Mcginnis had seen. Truthfully though he couldn't go out like this. Even with the Will Blaster he had recently discovered, it was not enough if a fight was to truly be serious out there. Matthew was not suicidal after all, and knew there were a great many individuals who were more powerful than he was, and would probably stay that way unless he did something big, but what?

[Jack Darby]

There were many who had super powers in his universe that could be replicated through science in the Omniverse. Of course with Omnilium you could "make anything" a claim that was doubted by the young Mcginnis very strongly because he had yet to see much proof of it in that regard. Sure he had made a place to call his own, namely the cave that he now was inside of. However, the cave needed a lot of work and so he knew he was going to need more of the substance. Of course on it's own, the substance was not enough if he was going to create anything truly worth it. What he needed was a plan, a thing to do with the substance. There was something he had lacked for his own personal use before, an actual strategy. Yet, what should his plan be in this case? One of the things he could do perhaps was add some trick arrows to his bag of tricks. If Green Arrow used a wide variety of them, which he did even though Matthew couldn't remember any of the actual types of arrows, perhaps Matthew could do something similar with his own technology here in the Omniverse. Dadshot's Wrist Guns were just one example of the technology he could create with the Omnilium. Still, even with that information at his disposal Matthew was not sure he was up to the task. 

What Coruscant needed was a hero, not something like him. Matthew was not a hero, in any sense of the word. What he was, was the one that was called in when heroes failed to do a job, to take out the threat. 

"Apparently this substance can create anything, at least according to what I was told. I don't believe it though." said Matthew, as he looked at the rainbow colored sphere that swirled in his hand. This was the Omnilium, but Matthew didn't believe it was capable of doing what it was advertised of doing. Perhaps he could do some experiments in order to see what the substance could do, later on. Before he was going to perform any experiments, what he needed to do was become able to be a hero for himself, here in the Omniverse. His older brother would be proud of him, even if Matthew didn't remember the reason why he would. He knew his brother was a hero, but he didn't know which one his brother actually happened to be.

[Jack Darby]

Green Lanterns had the Power Rings they could rely on. The rings channeled the emotion of will, and were one of the most versatile pieces of equipment in his universe. Sure Matthew had never met a Green Lantern before in his life, but he knew the rings were capable of a lot. The videos he had watched had showed the ones who were heroes and used that technology being capable of quite a lot of stuff. While he couldn't exactly remember everything they had done, Matthew knew he was jealous of the advantages they had. Here in the Omniverse such a piece of technology probably was not likely to function like it should, yet he knew he wanted such equipment for his own personal use. There were other tools that could also be of use to him, should he somehow remember how they worked and learn how to create them with the mysterious substance. One of these was the Batarangs that Batman wielded. While he didn't know what all they did, Matthew assumed there were a lot of ones with various capabilities that could be used. All in all, having some of those in his bag of tricks was not a half bad idea.

[Jack Darby]

Arrows were more the tool of the "Green Arrow" or the "Hood" as he had been called originally,  when Matthew had looked up the history files as part of an assignment for a woman he couldn't exactly remember right now off the top of his head. Yet, he had a replica of the bow and arrow of the Green Arrow at his disposal even if he didn't have the trick arrows that the individual had at his disposal. The bow and arrow was a weapon that required serious amounts of practice and skill if one was to wield it correctly, and Matthew hoped he could one day be able to claim being able to do so. Unfortunately, his every shot with the bow and arrow, every bit of practice he had attempted with it had been a complete and total flop. Every single shot had been a miss, and he knew he needed more practice against more powerful opponents if he was to master the bow and arrow. Training dummies weren't useful in helping him perfect the bow and arrow. Perhaps he needed someone who could teach him more about it, and how to use the bow and arrow for himself.  Knives were a tool he had some familiarity with using in the kitchen, but he didn't recall how to use them as projectiles, or for much melee purposes. Those skills were going to need to be relearned as well. Since the crime rate of this Tier continued to grow, and grow, and increase,  Matthew knew he was going to need a gang, or perhaps a team of his own, or a guild, or some sort of alliance in order to clean up the mess down here. On his own, he couldn't do much, and that was saying something about the crime rate down there. It kept skyrocketing like a rocket, a rocket that had an unlimited supply of fuel. 

No matter what he did down here, it wasn't going to matter if he didn't have a team to back him up. Still, his initial attempts to put together a squad of his own were problematic. When he had tried to recruit some secondaries, they had ended up murdered. Sure he could reconstitute them with Omnilium, but it didn't work like he had wanted, so he'd turned the two ex criminals loose on a higher tier, with no memories of their criminal activity, and memories programmed to make them believe they were normal citizens of the verse Coruscant, upstanding ones at that. It had been an "apology" for what he had done to them,  by trying to drag them into something that should be his own problem to deal with. If he ever did make use of Secondaries again, they were going to be different from the ones he had "persuaded" to join with him. They were going to be ones who could handle battle, and who he wouldn't have to augment much if at all.

[Jack Darby]

As he trekked through the cave that he called his home,  well more of his lair actually, Matthew sighed. What he needed was something he didn't possess, an actual chance to succeed where he had so far managed to do just the one thing he had hoped he wouldn't, fail. His gear was not the problem, but his skills were the problem. With a bow and arrow in his hands, he was useless, and his shots with the Wrist Guns, or even the Energy Blast Attachment were likely to miss the area where he was aiming unless he got himself some serious training. In short, Matthew had to rebuild himself, and redesign his skills from the ground up so he could better protect the streets of this Tier from the many criminals that plagued the place. His walk through the cave continued, until he found a room he hadn't known existed, a room that had a katana on a casing of some sort. Picking up the blade. he'd examine it for several moments. If memory served, the blade was one from his home, one that he knew very well from the historical databanks he had read about it on. This sword had belonged to the hero "Katana" before she had retired or died, and was a very good blade. Probably it was just a reconstruction, but it was still a very useful piece of equipment for himself. 

"A very interesting blade,"  said Matthew, as he swung the sword experimentally. While a katana was not his first choice, as he preferred non-lethal it was a valuable addition to his arsenal because he lacked the gear to deal with problems right now. A weapon was as good as the one who wielded it though, and right now he was not very good at policing the streets, at least not as he was now. If he was going to do any good out there, if he was to save his current home from the amount of crime that plagued it, he needed to change. What Matthew needed to do was to become something else, to become someone else. Yet by the same logic he couldn't go it alone down here, he needed a team to back him up. Secondaries were out of the question, as he was unwilling to put them at risk.

[Jack Darby]

There were heroes who had a definite "style" of a sort to them, and Matthew knew he needed to figure out what his style was. Style was how the heroes used the equipment, and what gear they chose to use. Here in the Omniverse there were a lot of possibilities that he didn't have when he was back home in his home town of Gotham when Amanda Waller didn't have him running missions, or doing jobs to further the agenda of preventing super villain problems. As a result of this, Matt had no knowledge of what style was his own, really. Usually he worked with the gear he was given, and nothing more, nothing less. Yet here in the Omniverse any equipment he needed he could simply create for himself. Just what gear did he want to wield for himself? What was the perfect equipment for the youngest of the Mcginnis Family, and why did he feel so awkward trying to pick out gear for himself?

[Jack Darby]

The style of the hero "Katana" whose blade he had copied was one Matthew had never personally been fond of, because of the nature of it. Her style had been to get up close and personal with her opponent, and use the blade. Granted she had a lot of skill with the sword, but he preferred to not solely rely on melee combat, because swords could be broken if someone put forth enough effort to do so on their part. There was also the other problems with swords, namely the unspoken problem of being pumped full of lead when you try to swing a sword at someone's head. While he was not sure how guns in the Omniverse worked fully, as he hadn't had much experience, Matthew knew they probably were going to hurt just as much as they did back home.  The style of Dead Shot was to engage his opponents from a distance. Explosives, traps and simply shooting them was his style. While the style was closer to the one preferred by Matthew, it was not exactly one he could say he like to rely on either. For guns could be jammed, or you could be dealing with Metahumans with abilities to control energy or metal at their disposal. Either way, they were a problem he didn't want to have to worry about. Choosing his personal style was absolutely going to be one of the most difficult things he had done,  Matthew knew this much for certain as he thought about it. Green Arrow's style involved a mixture, and the use of arrows instead of a gun, a style that Matthew was not sure he could imitate if he tried his hardest. After all, he hadn't had any formal training with a bow and arrow before that he remembered anyway, given that all of his shots earlier had went wide of the target he had been aiming for.

[Jack Darby]

Explosives were out of the question because Matthew didn't know how to make them. Well, it was more than that. In addition to not knowing how to make explosives at present, he didn't know how to use them properly, or rather he didn't remember how to use them. There was a problem Matthew had to correct by making himself remember the skills he had in the past. Just why had he forgotten those skills? Someone had probably messed with his memories. Most likely the individual known as "Omni" had erased certain parts of his brain that had represented the skills he had previously. Gaining those skills back was going to be essential in the long run to his survival in the Omniverse. Even if Amanda Waller was not here to give him his marching orders, Matthew knew he needed some practice and lessons in what he had been capable of before his arrival here in the Omniverse. 

"Alright. So I seem to have forgotten the bulk of my skills that I possessed initially before I came here to the Omniverse. I also seem to have headaches when I attempt to remember how to use those skills."  

"Logical conclusion, I must learn them anew."  said Matthew, as he looked at the cave. This place was not home, but was more of a base if it could be called anything. It was not anywhere he wanted to live, and yet it was the best place for him as well. His skills truly needed to go up like a rocket if he was to survive here because of the amount of crime in his home. If Law Enforcement could not be relied on to do their job, then he was truly on his own, and needed to play dirty, and to improvise when it came down to it. What he truly needed was something that could be all of his pieces of equipment in one, so he didn't have to carry as much out there on the battlefield.

[Jack Darby]

His skills needed to grow, there was no sugarcoating the situation. At present he was simply too weak to go out there in the Mean Streets of Tier Five and make a difference. Honestly, the chances of him getting killed out there were higher than he would like, if he were to go out there as he was now. They were about 90% compared to the regular amount it should be, if he were to be honest with himself. The odds were not ones that were liked by the youngest of the Mcginnis Family. Even with the training he had received in the past, but couldn't remember the chances of his defeat were too high for his personal tastes, at present. What he really needed was some sort of advantage that he didn't have. A new skill, perhaps. Or a new weapon. Or maybe some new allies. In any case he needed something he didn't have, at present, but what could it possibly be that he could gain for himself?