~*League Transporter Room*~

[SailorSilvanesti]

All League Members will use this room at some point or another...

This Room is Primarily used to beam Justice League Members from all over the Globe, and on occasion, from nearby planets/Space.

It can also be used to put singular heroes, or teams of heroes in places they are most needed; anywhere in the World!

There is also an 'emergency beam-out' policy that allows immediate and instantaneous transport of any and all heroes aboard the WatchTower to a safe facility on Earth.

To activate this requires three Authorised Members to use their passcodes, and should only EVER be used In EXTREEME EMERGENCIES, as it drains most of the Watchtower's power.

It is also slightly dangerous...

Such Emergencies include:
~Imminent Destruction of Tower
~Fire Hazard
~Collision Course
~etc

Severe Penalty for Misuse of Button.  

[SailorSilvanesti]

~*"Recognised: The Kestrel, Authorisation Code: Alpha-001
Designation: Hero/Justice League Founding Member.."

Intoned the Automated Watchtower Computer as the Dark Clad hero rematerialised inside the Tower she had personally funded, stepping off the platform, she turned with silent efficiency to await her younger partner appear...*~  

[SailorSilvanesti]

~*"Recognised: Nightingale, Authorisation Code Designation: Beta-001.
Designation: Junior Member/Side-kick."

Stated the cold, metallic voice that sounded in the small room, Nightingale scowled at it, she hated being reffered to by the 's-word', ever since she grew old enough to stop wearing the black and gold leotard of her child-hood costume...

Now that was a fashion disaster to behold...

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She looked to her mentor, head tilting slightly at the other...eyebrow raising behind the yellow-gold mask...*~  

[SailorSilvanesti]

~*The Kestrel raised her own eyebrow at her side- uh, partner's reaction...but knew it was a sensitive issue and made a mental note to change the announcement settings.

"Come," she said in her authorative tone that would normally have wrong-doers pissing thier pants and begging for mercy...Nightingale merely smiled and bounded along, thus proving the little girl who had once worn the black and gold leotard whilst fighting crime by her side, was still in the teen hero somewhere...

She turned and moved up the hallway, the pair flittering in and out of shadows...like they were made from them...*~  

[SailorSilvanesti]

~*Upon entering the Transporter Room only moments after leaving WatchTower Control, The Kestrel saw exactly what she expected, Nightingale was behind the console.

Although the system was automated, the girl still seemed to want a measure of control over her friend's transportation...and she allowed it. If it brought comfort, it should not be denied...

The pad began to shimmer as a form took shape from nothing...thousands of miles from where it began...*~