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Worry permeated Felicity’s face, “Oliver! I’m seeing reports of a ship incoming just outside the city, from the satellite feed… it looks like the Waverider.”
“The Waverider?” Oliver looked confused. “Can you-“ he started.
“Sending the location through to your phones now!” Felicity said as Oliver, Rene, Curtis and Rory suited up.
By the time Oliver and team arrived on the scene, at least half of the ship’s remains were engulfed in red hot flames that licked the nearby grasses, threatening to spread at any moment.
“Oliver be careful!” Felicity warned over the comms, “the A.R.G.U.S. satellite is picking it up as over 900 degrees!” (500 degrees celsius)
Oliver took a step back from the raging flames and was instantaneously showered in a spray of high-pressure water from a fireman’s hose.
“Sorry, man!” a fireman yelled, regaining control of the hose and pointing it back at the fire.
“Oh, wow, I would have paid to see that,” Rene laughed from behind the mask.
“The real question is where are your friends if their ship is here?” Curtis added urgently.
This prompted Rory, “And are they-“
“Shh,” Oliver said sharply, interrupting their banter as he spotted something. “See, over there.” He pointed just past the ship at figures that seemed to hide in the shadows behind the half of the ship the was not burning. “Felicity, can you see any people on the far side of the ship?”
“Sorry, no can do, the fire is interfering with the readings,” she responded. “But it should be safe for you to go check out, provided you circle around and stay on the side that isn’t, well, on fire.”
“Thanks.”
“No problem,” Felicity said, smiling as Oliver and the team snuck around the flames.
The sun started to beat down on the group as they took in more of their surroundings; a ship —if you could still call it that — so beaten up that Oliver could not be sure that it was, in fact, the Waverider, and that was not including the layers of grime and dirt that had layered itself around it making it impossible to discern any markings or distinguishing features on the vessel.
“Stay behind me,” Oliver instructed the team as the walked around the bow of the ship. “We don’t know why the ship came down, or where it came from, so stay alerted to your surroundings.”
Suddenly, the figures started to run, the team now only about ten paces behind them, the gap between the figures and the team closing, they realised that these weren’t figures and the people in front of them most certainly were not the Legends.These were children and young adults. The two parties stopped, standing, facing each other, frozen in the field.
There was a young woman with baby blue eyes and long brown hair up in a ponytail, clutching a little boy with sandy hair, a laptop squashed between them; a young man, older than the others, standing in front of them protectively and sharing a look with the young woman, his soft brown eyes locking with her’s knowingly.
“Oliver?” Felicity questioned quietly, snapping Oliver out his trance-like state.
“Who are you?” he addressed the question to the young man at the front of the group.
The man still looked startled. As if he had seen a ghost many times over.
“JJ,” he held his hand out and Oliver shook it.
“Well, JJ, can you please explain where you and your group came from.”
“Ah, well that’s funny, I think we need your help,” the young woman spoke, putting the boy down and stepping forward to stand beside JJ. “I’m Robin.”
“And who are these guys? coz you sure as hell can’t ‘ave kids in your team,” Rene spoke up.
“This is Jamie,” Robin pointed at a tall teen with her curly hair back in a ponytail. “The kids; and they most certainly aren’t on the team,” she gestured towards a group of four including the young boy from before.
“I wish you would stop calling us that,” one of them snapped back.
“No chance,” JJ said.
“Noël,” Robin continued. Another teen, this time with chestnut hair and blue-green eyes waved at team Arrow. “And, the team.” she finished. Five teens, four girls, one boy, stood still with weapons at their ready. The boy, Michael, had a gun; and the girls had a vast array ranging from a suit to a bow and arrow, another two guns, and a long stick with a sharp end.
“Wait- but why are you here then?” Curtis asked.
“Well, that’s actually a pretty funny story… Well… NOT funny totally. not. funny. but strange! strange. yes. it was very strange,” Robin trailed off.
“It was an accident,” Jamie said. “I configured the ship’s navigation incorrectly and…”
“It’s not your fault couz,” A blonde from the team said reassuringly.
“What my friends mean, is that we need somewhere to stay until we can find a way to repair the ship,” JJ cut them all off. “Oliver, can we stay in the bunker?”
“How do you know about the bunker?” Oliver said, becoming on edge. “How?!”
“Please, Mr. Queen we just need your help,” Noel responded urgently.
“Errm, guys, you should probably duck for cover, like now!” Felicity yelled over the comms. “Run! there’s a missile incoming!!”
“Run! missile incoming,” Oliver instructed the band in front of him. “Run!”
Both teams and the kids sprinted as fast as they could away from the ship, someone scooping up the little boy as they went. Screams of terror emanated from the confused boy as he also clutched a small teddy beneath his fingers. “Mommy!!” he screamed in terror from the arms of his sister, Connie, as the ship exploded behind them. “Mommy, Mommy!!!!!!”