R. J. Brande: You three were strangers to one another. Hell, two of you come from warring worlds. And yet, when the need arose, you put your differences aside and worked together. You were a team. With my financial backing -- and with the cooperation of the U.P. -- you can stay a team. At the spaceport, you took a chance. Take another. Use your special abilities to help others, and soon others like you will rally around. You'll found a legion of heroes. Super-heroes.
Triad Purple: I don't know. Since we don't have three times the common sense between us...
Triad Neutral: ...Let's go check it out!
Cosmic Boy: Look at the stars.
Cosmic Boy: I said look.
Leviathan: Thousands and thousands...
Cosmic Boy: That's right. Every one of them marks a turning point... a step along the path that, hopefully, will take the Legion from dream to destiny. And every one of them marks a mistake we're going to make as we go.
Leviathan: That many, huh?
Cosmic Boy: Well... let's hope not quite. But if we're going to fulfill that destiny, we have to find the courage to learn from those mistakes... and be better because of them. Don't run out on us. Don't let James's death be in vain. And don't forget it. Make it our first and most important lesson. The Legion is a team. And teams stick together.
Micro: I had to try something, damn it! God, I was desperate! I'm tired of being a runner-up! I'm tired of always being a loser! Do you know what it's like -- to be second best? [Violet kicks him in the face] UFFF!
Shrinking Violet: No.
Shrinking Violet: I liked Ion. A lot. What you did to her, and why... that was so very small.
Invisible Kid: And so the Legion membership stands pat -- for a while, at least. Eight girls to five guys.
Kinetix: Grife. Grife. Grife. Computer, if I gradually slow to a stop, will I return to normal space?
Starship Computer: Theoretically. However--
Kinetix: Just do it. And don't tell me my chances of survival.
Starship Computer: Request denied.
Starship Computer: This unit cannot conceal that which does not exist.
Above the heavens of Trom, twelve cold smiles underline two dozen pairs of red-hot eyes. The eyes blaze with hatred and fire, dimming the sun... reddening the sky... blackening the forests... churning the waters... charring the flesh...
...burning the world.
The red rays stab the surface like spikes, then spread out like a wall... then advance, a crimson tidal wave of flame... an unnatural disaster, powered by will, tracking its victims.
Some see it coming. They pray and plan and erect desperate barriers... but nothing can shield them from the cruel eyes above... not any element, nor courage, nor faith, nor love...
...for today belongs to hate.
R. J. Brande has seen many horrors in his long life... but none match these embers consuming the hallowed ground, this cook-smoke fouling the gentle breezes... this hell that was heaven.
Just hours before, he heard them praying. Now, in his memory, the people of Trom pray again.
R. J. Brande: "Convictions are more dangerous enemies of truth than lies." An unknown philosopher said that more than a thousand years ago... And just by looking out our windows today, we can see that he was right. The invaders and their pawns were driven by the terrible conviction that they mattered more than we... simply through the accident of their birth. In showing us their "superiority," they leveled hospitals, they toppled churches, they brought down schools. But these invaders broke more than plastic and steel and mortar... they broke our hearts. And so we gather, we of the Legion, we of the Workforce, we of the United Planets, we citizens of the civilized galaxy -- to bury two young women: brave Andromeda, who learned the truth -- that all who live are equal... and gentle Apparition, who never learned the lies.
Live Wire: Well, let's see... 1) Imra and I are perfect together. 2) We should talk. 3) If we weren't such inertron-heads, we'd have talked ages ago. And 4) if I don't talk with Imra, you -- my very own twin sister -- will never speak to me again. Does that cover it?
Spark: Close enough.
Chameleon: Gates, wait up! I'd like to formally introduce you to Jeka Wynzzor of Orando.
Gates: Chameleon, as far as I'm concerned, your girlfriend is just another vertebrate! And a royalist, at that!
Chameleon: Sorry, princess.
Sensor: He's unique... I've been called many things in my travels, but never "just another vertebrate." Not even close.
Dyrk Magz: The day I became a Legionnaire was the proudest day of my life. When I lost my powers, I thought I'd lost everything. I felt lost. But you folks didn't let me stay lost. You kept me connected. It took a while, but I finally realized that with friends like you, I still have everything that really matters. Only if I leave will I lose everything... and I'm not leaving! Like Chuck said, it's an honor to work here.
Brainiac 5: Yes. I was about to call in the Amazers.
Karate Kid: Karate Kid to Invisible. Empress is down.
Invisible Kid: What--? That's great, Val! How'd you beat that murder machine so fast?
Karate Kid: Her anticipation for the kill was so intense... I could hear her heart beat from a kilometer away.
Gates: Now this is a struggle worthy of Lenin! One little drone -- me, representing the proletariat, natch -- vs the ultimate individualist power! I feint right, teleport left -- always left -- and pow! I consign you to the dustbin of history! Gates to Element Lad. I did it. The imperialist is in position.
Vin Kolkin: We had a saying on my world: "Don't eat the yellow snow."
Dyrk Magz: Says a whole lot about your world, Kolkin.
Dyrk Magz: Snow tastes of metal here. I missed it.
Cosmic Boy: I wanted to help, to make a difference. The galaxy's a bad place these days. Braal's a mess, Dyrk. You must have seen that. Drugs everywhere... gang-rule, law-breaking...
Dyrk Magz: Vigilantism carries a mandatory three. You can add another two for abuse of post-human abilities. You know that's going to get you sent to Takron-Galtos automatically? You'll stand trial there, not on Braal! Was it worth it, Rokk?
Cosmic Boy: I hoped it was. I couldn't stand by and watch everything go to hell. The Legion used to count for something. We were able to use our powers to make the United Planets dream real. But there isn't a Legion any more. That dream died, and the best of us died with it. And for the survivors, what? An "honorable discharge"? What is that?
Cosmic Boy: Don't you remember what it felt like? We mattered. We really did.
Dyrk Magz: I remember, Rokk. That's why I put on this uniform.
Cosmic Boy: We're out of time, Dyrk. I know it's asking a lot... but you could make our cover story complete.
Dyrk Magz: But why the subterfuge, Rokk? Why the deceit?
Cosmic Boy: Dyrk, these are bad times. There are dangers you can't even see. The only people we can trust are ourselves.
R. J. Brande: This is R. J. Brande, contacting you from Legion World. Sorry for the bumps -- we're not used to maneuvering a planet-sized mass into an orbital hold to counter-balance the moon. But by damn, you never know you can do something until you try, right?