The League could honestly say it was generally confused. Every member was dealing with some sort of Descendant, who seemed to be causing nothing but trouble (except for Skinner, who seemed quite taken with the idea of a legacy). So far what they had gathered was, they were in the future, and surrounded by their families. The families worked for M16, forming some kind of makeshift league by masquerading as musicians to distract people from their real mission. The League had no idea what the real mission was, and doubted that even god herself knew. At the current moment the Nemorians were having it out with each other over the new name of the ship.

“You christen it after a fictional character’s time traveling device?!?” Trinity screeched.

“YES! Yes I did, You know why? I’m sick and tired of my Ex-girlfriend being tied to the ship’s name, it would be like you naming your motorcycle Jason.” Bryce Yelled back.

“DON’T YOU EVER MENTION HIM AGAIN YOU HEAR ME!” Trinity screamed.

“ENOUGH!” Alan Quartermain let out.

The Nemorian argument fell silent.

“You both are acting like senseless children, and we want answers.” He proclaimed.

Lita scowled, and leaned over to Sam.

“Haven’t we already done this?” She whispered to her curly headed maternal-figure.

Sam shook her head and replied with a simple, “I don’t remember.”

Jax sighed.

“We don’t know how you got here, we don’t know why you’re here, and we are getting our mission when we step into the office.” He stated in a bored tone.

“And why are we not going to the office?” Tom inquired.

Jax shrugged and motioned to the other members if the makeshift league.

“Ask them.”