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With This Ring (Young Justice SI) (Thread Fourteen)

So is the Alpha effect a thing here? I know it's supposed to be the opposite of the Omega effect but I don't think we have seen in yet, if we ever will. Does Highfather have the Alpha effect because I figured that is what he might be using to undo assimilation.
 
OL has seen people restored from assimilation twice; first by Finality Man using omega beams and then by Highfather. So New God bullshit in both cases. Still, that doesn't mean that New God bullshit is the only way of doing it.

If the Guardians follow through on getting that assimilated Guardian who got turned into a ring restored, a front row view might let them figure out the trick themselves. Malthusians are the Light experts after all.

I suspect doing it with Light abilities would require Indigo light, which is the color that OL has had the hardest time getting his hands on. (He even had to use the Medusa Mask as a substitute for the White Light antilife cleansing since he failed to get his hands on a ring.) The logic is that while Orange is the color of avarice, taking ownership, Indigo/Compassion is the mirror image; the desire to give back to other people. It seems logical enough, especially as Indigo specifically plays well with other portions of the spectrum. So yeah, I figure Indigo light is what is needed to unassimilate people.
I like the logic, but I feel the need to mention that the assimilated Guardian has already been fixed by Highfather, we got to see a ceremony thing for it. Or by 'follow through' did you mean do the research after already having seen it happen? Because yeah, maybe they will figure it out.
 
OL has seen people restored from assimilation twice; first by Finality Man using omega beams and then by Highfather. So New God bullshit in both cases. Still, that doesn't mean that New God bullshit is the only way of doing it.

If the Guardians follow through on getting that assimilated Guardian who got turned into a ring restored, a front row view might let them figure out the trick themselves. Malthusians are the Light experts after all.

I suspect doing it with Light abilities would require Indigo light, which is the color that OL has had the hardest time getting his hands on. (He even had to use the Medusa Mask as a substitute for the White Light antilife cleansing since he failed to get his hands on a ring.) The logic is that while Orange is the color of avarice, taking ownership, Indigo/Compassion is the mirror image; the desire to give back to other people. It seems logical enough, especially as Indigo specifically plays well with other portions of the spectrum. So yeah, I figure Indigo light is what is needed to unassimilate people.
I mean, we saw Highfather turn the one Guardian back into himself from being a ring construct. This was in the aftermath of the actual Old God waking up.
 
Replanting (part 14) New
7th September 2013
23:34 GMT

The first thing I notice about the bridge is that there isn't a convenient meat person control system added on to the existing plant-based system. The second is… The Shipmaster has… Dropped six objects which look like miniature gamma gongs on the floor next to Andar Pul. Pul himself looks… Rough. Unkempt. He hasn't shaved recently, his feathers are misaligned and his clothes are well lived in.

And there's a glowing orange sigil embedded in his chest.

Jade crouches down to examine the mini-gongs. "Do you know what these are?"

"Aside from the obvious, no. A personal weapon, perhaps? The ability to paralyse the entire world seems a bit… Excessive for most purposes, but perhaps they can manage finer control if properly configured?"

She stands, turning to Andar Pul. "Can he talk?"

"Can you?"

"Yes, certainly. It's marvellously liberating."

"Did you try to assassinate me?"

"Yes."

"And Bleez and Jade?"

"Your presence was really the only thing I factored in. The other two were largely irrelevant to my purpose."

"Which was?"

"Freeing myself and preventing Thanagar being manipulated by my domitor."

"Domitor? You were being controlled?"

"Yes. I am now, aren't I? I think I prefer being able to talk about this as opposed to being a puppet to another's will."

I glance down at the mini-gongs. "Those things?"

"Yes. I think everyone just thought they were jewellery."

"Right." I hold out my left hand and pull the brand off him, prompting him to breathe in deeply and his right hand to feel around for a concealed weapon that he's not carrying. "Start from the beginning."

"This is a conversation I should have with the High Mor first."

"Thanagar just shot me with its planetary defence system. And let me explain something to you that Lantern Dul might have skipped over. I am a member of the NEMO council. That means that I am one of the seven controlling votes on the actions of the largest military alliance in this galaxy. When we make a decision, more people than there have ever been thanagarians in existence go into action. And I know for a fact that at least three of my fellow council members prefer expedient decisions. Do you know what the expedient decision is in this case?"

"Install Hyathis as our ruler."

I half-smile under my helmet. "That's certainly a thought, isn't it? Your objective, therefore, is not to ensure that your actions are in line with the High Mor's policy preferences. It's to ensure that I remain at worst neutral. And while I've removed the brand and you can lie, do I need to point out how bad an idea-."

"No, I understand. I.. understand. Right, fine. Part of my area of responsibility is monitoring Hyathis, and Antares in general. And to do that I need local informants. That's not hard when there are three other stellar nations in the Antares system who hate her. I just have to make sure that my sources agree with one another and aren't collaborating to present a shared false picture."

He exhales sharply through his nose.

"Which is more of a problem now that Hyathis is on the verge of winning and they're actually collaborating on military matters. I was meeting with one of my agents…"

"You met with them yourself?"

"In a job like this, personal relationships are everything. They know what I want and that they can trust me to relate to them in a dependable way. But this time… It's hard to read alien body language, but they were more stressed than normal. I thought that their own government might be putting pressure on them, or they were worried about their navy being destroyed…" He shakes his head. "I was mobbed, and had-" He glances down. "-those things attached to me."

"And then you were on remote control?"

"I know what a gamma gong is. Instead of that, I was only allowed to take physical actions that advanced their cause."

"Their cause being?"

"War with Hyathis. They didn't say, but it's fairly clear that the Dhorians don't think they can hold her off, and that they don't think we're going to join in without prompting."

"And now you are."

"We've been reallocating resources to prepare for that war for a while. Even with the new supply of Nth metal, Hyathis is outproducing us. The only question was whether we wait until she's being forced to occupy the worlds of her rivals or assault her as soon as we were ready."

"You're going to occupy Alstair? Is that why so many auxiliaries have been recruited?"

"'Occupy Alstair'? When every grain of pollen would be against us? No, Alstair will burn. The occupation force is for the system's other planets."

"If you're in favour of it-."

"My preferred strategy is to wait. Occupying the other worlds will be easier once they've endured Alstairian occupation for a while. And I certainly will not do the will of people who took control of me."

"You melted an airbase."

"Unfortunate as that is, having an agent with my access privileges under enemy control risks far more."

"This ship?"

"The Antares stellar nations capture damaged ships from one another all the time. Getting it here wasn't all that hard. I just marked it as 'research materials' and then moved it using its own drive. I had access; I could classify the sensor scans." He looks around. "I doubt that we'll learn anything, but I'll suggest to my successor that they take it apart. It will be a good training exercise, if nothing else."

"So what happens now?"

"We may be a martial people, but a wartime level of preparedness isn't something we can sustain indefinitely. I'll need to review the situation in Antares-. Or rather, my successor will, and then advise the High Mor."

"Dhoria?"

"We'll have to kill the people who attacked me, but otherwise? I can't fault them for trying to survive. Not that it will be my decision."

I nod. As false flags go, not a bad setup. Persuading someone to do something they were inclined to do anyway-.

"And what about us?"

"If I'm asked, I will suggest that the High Mor give you some of our older aero-shuttles as compensation. I'm sure that they'd be useful to you given your world's current difficulties. Now, if you wouldn't mind calling in the Crows? I doubt that their interrogation will be as gentle as yours and I'd rather get it done as quickly as possible."
 
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23:34 GMT


The first thing I notice about the bridge is that there isn't a convenient meat person control system added on to the existing plant-based system. The second is… The Shipmaster has… Dropped six objects which look like miniature gamma gongs on the floor next to Andar Pul. Pul himself looks… Rough. Unkempt. He hasn't shaved recently, his feathers are misaligned and his clothes are well lived in.
So he may have been here several days at the bare minimum? A dishevelled state like this would have been noticed on duty. Or he was off-world and arrived here without stopping at home for a well-deserved rest...

And there's a glowing orange sigil embedded in his chest.

Jade crouches down to examine the mini-gongs. "Do you know what these are?"
The sigil being the shipmaster's work, of course. The little gongs, though, that's a worthy question.

"Aside from the obvious, no. A personal weapon, perhaps? The ability to paralyse the entire world seems a bit… Excessive for most purposes, but perhaps they can manage finer control if properly configured?"

She stands, turning to Andar Pul. "Can he talk?"
Given the Gongs seem to influence muscle control, that's not an unreasonable suspicion.

"Can you?"

"Yes, certainly. It's marvellously liberating."
Good, not impaired in any way other than the Brand.

"Did you try to assassinate me?"

"Yes."
Well, that's answered. The real question is 'why?' though.

"And Bleez and Jade?"

"Your presence was really the only thing I factored in. The other two were largely irrelevant to my purpose."
Okay, good to know Bleez isn't under threat. From this little conspiracy at least.

"Which was?"

"Freeing myself and preventing Thanagar being manipulated by my domitor."
Interesting.

"Domitor? You were being controlled?"

"Yes. I am now, aren't I? I think I prefer being able to talk about this as opposed to being a puppet to another's will."
I see he has opinions about his personal freedom.

I glance down at the mini-gongs. "Those things?"

"Yes. I think everyone just thought they were jewellery."
So he was wearing them around other people? Surprising.

"Right." I hold out my left hand and pull the brand off him, prompting him to breathe in deeply and his right hand to feel around for a concealed weapon that he's not carrying. "Start from the beginning."

"This is a conversation I should have with the High Mor first."
He's not here. OL is. And questions will be asked. Answering would be in your best interest.

"Thanagar just shot me with its planetary defence system. And let me explain something to you that Lantern Dul might have skipped over. I am a member of the NEMO council. That means that I am one of the seven controlling votes on the actions of the largest military alliance in this galaxy. When we make a decision, more people than there have ever been thanagarians in existence go into action. And I know for a fact that at least three of my fellow council members prefer expedient decisions. Do you know what the expedient decision is in this case?"
Hint: It does not end with Thanagar remaining an independent state.

"Install Hyathis as our ruler."

I half-smile under my helmet. "That's certainly a thought, isn't it? Your objective, therefore, is not to ensure that your actions are in line with the High Mor's policy preferences. It's to ensure that I remain at worst neutral. And while I've removed the brand and you can lie, do I need to point out how bad an idea-."
Another option is simply stomping the government flat and NEMO ruling via a puppet dictator.

"No, I understand. I.. understand. Right, fine. Part of my area of responsibility is monitoring Hyathis, and Antares in general. And to do that I need local informants. That's not hard when there are three other stellar nations in the Antares system who hate her. I just have to make sure that my sources agree with one another and aren't collaborating to present a shared false picture."
So he basically also needs to keep them wanting to fight each other to encourage a lack of coordination. No alliances allowed unless they help to maintain the status quo...

He exhales sharply through his nose.

"Which is more of a problem now that Hyathis is on the verge of winning and they're actually collaborating on military matters. I was meeting with one of my agents…"

"You met with them yourself?"
I doubt he would trust an agent to do exactly what he needs done.

"In a job like this, personal relationships are everything. They know what I want and that they can trust me to relate to them in a dependable way. But this time… It's hard to read alien body language, but they were more stressed than normal. I thought that their own government might be putting pressure on them, or they were worried about their navy being destroyed…" He shakes his head. "I was mobbed, and had-" He glances down. "-those things attached to me."
Which might mean someone ordered them to do so. But who?

"And then you were on remote control?"

"I know what a gamma gong is. Instead of that, I was only allowed to take physical actions that advanced their cause."
Which suggests this is either a new variant of the 'technology' involved or a previously unseen application..

"Their cause being?"

"War with Hyathis. They didn't say, but it's fairly clear that the Dhorians don't think they can hold her off, and that they don't think we're going to join in without prompting."
...But what happens after? Did they expect Thanagar to just leave?

"And now you are."

"We've been reallocating resources to prepare for that war for a while. Even with the new supply of Nth metal, Hyathis is outproducing us. The only question was whether we wait until she's being forced to occupy the worlds of her rivals or assault her as soon as we were ready."
Doing the former means her forces would be weaker, but she'd have the forces of the Antares system available. The latter, they might be able to gain an alliance with the other worlds of Antares.

"You're going to occupy Alstair? Is that why so many auxiliaries have been recruited?"

"'Occupy Alstair'? When every grain of pollen would be against us? No, Alstair will burn. The occupation force is for the system's other planets."
Ah, I bet the Dhorians and their friends got upset when they realised that.

"If you're in favour of it-."

"My preferred strategy is to wait. Occupying the other worlds will be easier once they've endured Alstairian occupation for a while. And I certainly will not do the will of people who took control of me."
The trick being the timing of their attack. Too soon and Alstair won't be worn down by an occupation. Too late and the occupied forces will serve under Alstair...

"You melted an airbase."

"Unfortunate as that is, having an agent with my access privileges under enemy control risks far more."
True, same reason he couldn't trust agents to make contact, I suppose.

"This ship?"

"The Antares stellar nations capture damaged ships from one another all the time. Getting it here wasn't all that hard. I just marked it as 'research materials' and then moved it using its own drive. I had access; I could classify the sensors scans." He looks around. "I doubt that we'll learn anything, but I'll suggest to my successor that they take it apart. It will be a good training exercise, if nothing else."
That explains all that, at least.

"So what happens now?"

"We may be a martial people, but a wartime level of preparedness isn't something we can sustain indefinitely. I'll need to review the situation in Antares-. Or rather, my successor will, and then advise the High Mor."
He's assuming he'll be 'retired' before long, isn't he? To be fair, he did get mind-controlled by an enemy power. He's lost all credibility and trustworthiness.

"Dhoria?"

"We'll have to kill the people who attacked me, but otherwise? I can't fault them for trying to survive. Not that it will be my decision."
And for all we know,his replacement will be much more of a warhawk.

I nod. As false flags go, not a bad setup. Persuading someone to do something they were inclined to do anyway-.

"And what about us?"
It just took the right move in the right place. Not the first time we've seen that in human history either.

"If I'm asked, I will suggest that the High Mor give you some of our older aero-shuttles as compensation. I'm sure that they'd be useful to you given your world's current difficulties. Now, if you wouldn't mind calling in the Crows? I doubt that their interrogation will be as gentle as yours and I'd rather get it done as quickly as possible."
At least he's sanguine about the incoming torture.

Well, this is a frustrating little situation. Thanagar and Alstair will be going to war, it seems. Just a matter of who throws the first punch, and who gets hit by the splash damage. Thanagar's war machine is already spinning up to speed, so there's no real way to stop it, only slow its advance or nudge its aim...
 
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"The Antares stellar nations capture damaged ships from one another all the time. Getting it here wasn't all that hard. I just marked it as 'research materials' and then moved it using its own drive. I had access; I could classify the sensors scans." He looks around. "I doubt that we'll learn anything, but I'll suggest to my successor that they take it apart. It will be a good training exercise, if nothing else."
'sensor'?
or
'sensors''?

Pretty cool plot the Dhorians came up with. And these controlling gongs are also quite impressive. I wonder how they can tell that an action advances the plot. Clearly they aren't perfect if Andar was able to trick it like he did.
 
Orange Lantern really needs to take a moment to clean up the Hyathis mess he made.
Eh, by that metric he'd have to keep tab on every world hes done anything on.
Right now, the only reason im seeing to not let Thanagar get run over is because some chats by the water fountain will get a bit mace-swingy.

What he has done 'wrong' is politely allow the pretense of neutrality to hold. Compare that to some of the groups hes been friendly with and it won't even be blip on the radar.

Personally, I'd really just like for there to be no more Thanagar, the entire place is such a bore that even political intrigue doesn't do it for me.
 
Its hyathis genocidal? Her previous interaction with Paul and the fact she has meat subjects that aren't slaves points towards a fairly benevolent force in the Galaxy.

Also I thought the advantage Alistair got thanks to the computer technology Paul traded with them was offset by the damage "the green" overall took thanks to Darkseids meat puppet? Was the attack on the universal green something that had unintended consequences on the three known plant based civilizations? Are they more genocidal after Darkseid attempted to subvert the entire green? I wonder if the contact has made them more predisposed to violence or tyranical conquest.
 
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preventing Thanagar being manipulated by my domitor."

"from being"

Its hyathis genocidal? Her previous interaction with Paul and the fact she has meat subjects that aren't slaves points towards a fairly benevolent force in the Galaxy.

Also I thought the advantage Alistair got thanks to the computer technology Paul traded with them was offset by the damage "the green" overall took thanks to Darkseids meat puppet? Was the attack on the universal green something that had unintended consequences on the three known plant based civilizations? Are they more genocidal after Darkseid attempted to subvert the entire green? I wonder if the contact has made them more predisposed to violence or tyranical conquest.
I think only Earth's Green was attacked.

Heck, Alistair may not have an equivalent in this universe.
 
let me explain something to you that Lantern Dul might have skipped over. I am a member of the NEMO council. That means that I am one of the seven controlling votes on the actions of the largest military alliance in this galaxy.

Technically I think he agreed to give up his seat on the Council in response to the complaint that it's basically letting Dox have two votes. But no reason to tell this guy that.

"'Occupy Alstair'? When every grain of pollen would be against us? No, Alstair will burn. The occupation force is for the system's other planets."

Oof, announcing an intent to commit planetary genocide was probably not great on the "convince OL to remain neutral" front.

Hyathis wants to conquer Thangar, but she's not going to burn the planet and kill everyone. Paragon has maintained a pretty consistent line that he's not out to police every militaristic conqueror in the galaxy. There's too many of them to make his priority list. Where he does draw the line is extermination of planetary populations. That's a major part of the justification for NEMO, that the Reach isn't out to conquer the galaxy they're out to exterminate all non-Reach sapient life.

Might be worth a word in the High Mor's ear about what sort of things will and won't provide a response from the Lanterns of the galaxy. If they want to bottle up Alstair and not leave them leave the planet, that might be acceptable. But no burning.
 
Technically I think he agreed to give up his seat on the Council in response to the complaint that it's basically letting Dox have two votes. But no reason to tell this guy that.


They talked about it, but no formal step down ceremony took place, nothing happened really, so i would say Paul is still a voting member of the council.


Edit: Also I think the solution is for Paul to delegate his vote to the senior ranking Orange Lantern when he isn't available. That would mean that when Paul isn't around to vote then his vote is transfered to the super soldier guy and when neither of them are around it goes to the other guy that made it to the Ilustres rank and so on and so fort. Same with Dox vote being transfered down the ranks when he is unavailable.

The entire point of the council organization is that the Orange Lanterns get two votes, the only thing required to fix the problem is for the votes to be transferable to the next senior lantern in the organization and to make it official that a single orange lantern can't hold both votes.
 
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They talked about it, but no formal step down ceremony took place, nothing happened really, so i would say Paul is still a voting member of the council.
He is.
Edit: Also I think the solution is for Paul to delegate his vote to the senior ranking Orange Lantern when he isn't available. That would mean that when Paul isn't around to vote then his vote is transfered to the super soldier guy and when neither of them are around it goes to the other guy that made it to the Ilustres rank and so on and so fort. Same with Dox vote being transfered down the ranks when he is unavailable.

The entire point of the council organization is that the Orange Lanterns get two votes, the only thing required to fix the problem is for the votes to be transferable to the next senior lantern in the organization and to make it official that a single orange lantern can't hold both votes.
Currently he delegates it to his immediate superior, Vril Dox. There's nothing stopping him delegating it to Lantern Xor instead. Part of the problem is that what he's doing now gives Dox three votes; Supreme Commander of LEGION, Clarissi of the Orange Lantern Corps, and the SI's delegated vote.
 
That would only be possible if they can even perceive such a thing, as they lack any form of magical tradition.

No, I mean, if Mother of Mercy was chowing down on Reach corpses in addition to friendly ones, Reach souls from said corpses would end up in Erebus since OL installed a tiny dolmen gate on her just for that purpose, and the reach are nothing if not flexible and opportunistic.

There's a place filled with nothing they've ever seen, but their loyalty to the Writ should stay in place to they might tried to take over
 
No, I mean, if Mother of Mercy was chowing down on Reach corpses in addition to friendly ones, Reach souls from said corpses would end up in Erebus since OL installed a tiny dolmen gate on her just for that purpose, and the reach are nothing if not flexible and opportunistic.

There's a place filled with nothing they've ever seen, but their loyalty to the Writ should stay in place to they might tried to take over
I mean, as a shade they'll be pretty helpless until Hades links them to Erebus, and there is (or was) a rather long line.
And if they act up, Hades just severs the link.


@Mr Zoat any update on Hades and Persephone's memory courtship? Still going on? Have they given any thought as to regaining their memory (and ending the experiment?)
 
Meetings Squared (part 8) New
13th March 2284
10:02 GMT -6


I smile at the grizzled, ill-shaven man who greets me at the door of 400 East 8th Avenue, Denver, Colorado. A moment later his dog, a healthy looking mongrel of uncertain ancestry, trots out to give me a sniff.

We all try to ignore the heavily armed C-27 androids all around us.

"Good morning." I offer him my right hand. "Krono, political functionary at large."

"John Bryne. Retired caravan master." He shakes my hand as his dog whips his leg with its tail. "And this is Rex."

"Hello Re-"

"Ruwr!"

"-x." I lean down slightly and offer him my hand to sniff. He does, then gives it a quick lick before turning around and trotting back inside. "Governor-."

"Oh, no. Not yet." He looks around and gestures to the closest C-27 with his right hand. "Warden's got me picked out to be the candidate for the election scheduled in twenty-two eighty-six, and in the mean time I've been getting an education on what the job actually involves."

The C-27 orientates on us as WARDEN takes slightly more direct control of it. "I'm afraid that as a politically neutral policing A.I., I cannot support any candidate. However, as a politically neutral policing A.I., I am obliged to give advice and assistance to any citizen who asks for it."

Mr. Bryne nods. "Not his fault if no one else asks for it."

"And puts you up in the former governor's official residence."

"Only place in the whole city with a…" He glances back inside the house for a moment. "Stair… Chair… Thing. Like, on rails?"

"Stair lift?"

"Yeah." He taps his walking stick against the ground. "Been shot a bit too often. Got nerve damage the stimpaks can't fix. I can walk, but not quick enough to run caravans. Plus, I am getting older. Which means I got first refusal on a home where I can get upstairs inside an hour. Hey, howsabout we carry this on inside where it's warm?"

I nod. "Thank you."

I follow him inside, and… The furniture is a mix of artfully reconditioned pre-War woodwork and more recent construction. The carpet-. No, the rug on the floor is clearly made of the wool of some radiation-enhanced animal, but it's woven and dyed in a way which shows just how far Coloradan industry has recovered. The Hangdogs didn't have the technology for something like that. They had furs on the ground if they were lucky.

John leads me off the main corridor into a room that's… Fitted out as an informal meeting room, and plops himself into a chair with a sigh of relief. I take a seat opposite him, while the C-27 that followed us in just stands off to the side, clearly to big and heavy for the chairs.

"So what brings you to Denver, Krono?"

"Did President Grant's diplomatic packet get to… Either of you?"

The C-27 nods. "Yes, but as I am a politically neutral policing A.I., I'm not authorised to read it."

John nods. "He left it out for me. Not sure I really understood where he was going with it, but I get there's supposed to be some kinda meeting once you people finally get that Sallow son of a bitch?"

"Oh? Several caravanners I've spoken to rather liked-."

"Yeah, east Arizona was a shit hole, ain't no one arguing about that. Desert Rangers has west Arizona locked down. Fine people. But the stuff they do t'people, that's worse than what the old raider bands used to do. Not worth it, no siree."

I nod. "Well, I'm glad to hear it. The purpose of the meeting is to hash out the way our corner of America is going to be run going forwards. Ultimately, we want to re-establish the United States of America, which means re-establishing the states of the union."

"I thought the United States was made up of…" He glances up at WARDEN's avatar for confirmation. "Commonwealths?"

The C-27 nods. "The United States amalgamated fifty states into thirteen commonwealths in nineteen sixty nine."

John frowns. "Wait, hold on. That was a hundred years before the Great War, wasn't it?"

"Approximately, yes."

"And that was two hundred years ago. So why's the plan to go back an extra hundred years?"

I exhale through my nose as Rex walks in and flops down next to his owner's chair. "Basically, it's because California rebuilt itself as California, and not as the South West Commonwealth. And there's a limit to the size of the political entity our current level of technology can support. Between the loss of roads and telephone lines, it doesn't matter much what the people in the-" I look around. "-capital say if no one in what's supposed to be their hinterland even knows who they are."

He nods slowly. "It needs to be more… Local."

I shrug. "Away from the east coast, the states are still fairly big. The ones that exist in practice at the moment do so because there was a major cultural group in the area that took control, with other groups becoming subservient to them. They each have their own way of organising things within their territory… But as I said, there are limits to how wide their sphere of influence can spread."

"Okay, well…" He glances up at the C-27. "Warden's been clear that his authority only goes as far as the edge of Colorado. I sure don't feel the need to make it go any further."

"Right, but I imagine that you'd like some input in what happens to Arizona. Since I'm sure that you'd like that to become a trade route again. And this time it will go all the way into Nevada and California."

"Right, but we barely had anything to do with that. I doubt that the people who did all the fighting are going to listen to me jabber about it."

"It'll mostly be them deciding it, yes, but their aim is to have a larger alliance of states bound together for mutual security and trade. Which means that they can't afford to ignore their new partners right at the start. Plus, they'll probably want WARDEN to help with the policing."

"My ability to do that is strictly limited."

"You can't directly involve yourself, no, but you can build eyebots for the Rangers, and you can train civilian police once they're ready to create a police force."

"That doesn't violate my programming. However, I can't negotiate on behalf of the State of Colorado."

I nod. "Alright. Who can?"

"At the moment? No one. The line of succession is completely broken. I do want to help you restore the United States of America. My morality subroutines hold that as the highest good. But without a governor to give approval, there's not much I can do."

"Then how do you do what you've done so far?"

"Governor Samson authorised my activation before the nukes went off, and no subsequent governor has countermanded his order."

John frowns, smiling. "Just how many subsequent governors have there been?"

"There have been zero subsequent governors, of whom zero percent have ordered my deactivation."

"Hah!"

"But you haven't just been enforcing the law, have you?"

"I have emergency management programming. But my morality subroutines make me reluctant to rely on it. Once Colorado reached a certain level of lawfulness, it became increasingly inaccessible."

"Do you recognise Enclave emergency-?"

"No. For abandoning America in its hour of need, all founding Enclave personnel are registered as traitors to America and all of their access has been cancelled. I have had Dianna and MODUS run checks on my programs to ensure that they have no back door access."

That-.

I frown. "Who's MODUS?"
 
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Ultimately, we want to re-establish the United States of America, which means re-established the states of the union."
're-establishing'

but you can built eyebots for the Rangers,
'build'

"Governor Samson authorised my activation before the nukes went off, and no subsequent governor has countermanded his order."

John frowns, smiling. "Just how many subsequent governors have there been?"

"There have been zero subsequent governors, of whom zero percent have ordered my deactivation."

"Hah!"
WARDEN is technically correct, which, as we all know, is the best kind of correct.

"Do you recognise Enclave emergency-?"

"No.
...it's interesting that the AI feels strongly enough about this to ping with Rage. Have we seen any of the other characters in the Fallout altverse show colored text?

I have had Dianna and MODUS run checks on my programs to ensure that they have no back door access."

That-.

I frown. "Who's MODUS?"
...oh dear.
 
13th March 2284
10:02 GMT -6


I smile at the grizzled, ill-shaven man who greets me at the door of 400 East 8th Avenue, Denver, Colorado. A moment later his dog, a healthy looking mongrel of uncertain ancestry, trots out to give me a sniff.

We all try to ignore the heavily armed C-27 androids all around us.
Nothing says peacekeeping like combat-equipped mechs. And whoever commands the mechs has a big say in how things are run, naturally. Even if they claim they're not political, well...

"Good morning." I offer him my right hand. "Krono, political functionary at large."

"John Bryne. Retired caravan master." He shakes my hand as his dog whips his leg with its tail. "And this is Rex."
Ah, good boys are such good judges of character. I bet if Rex had been hesitant...

"Hello Re-"

"Ruwr!"

"-x." I lean down slightly and offer him my hand to sniff. He does, then gives it a quick lick before turning around and trotting back inside. "Governor-."
...Things would be going quite differently. And I get the feeling he's smarter than he lets on.

"Oh, no. Not yet." He looks around and gestures to the closest C-27 with his right hand. "Warden's got me picked out to be the candidate for the election scheduled in twenty-two eighty-six, and in the mean time I've been getting an education on what the job actually involves."
Since going in blind isn't really the best idea when you have to lead a nation. Although in this case, the nation can generally manage local affairs by itself.

The C-27 orientates on us as WARDEN takes slightly more direct control of it. "I'm afraid that as a politically neutral policing A.I., I cannot support any candidate. However, as a politically neutral policing A.I., I am obliged to give advice and assistance to any citizen who asks for it."
Naturally that advice and education is also politically neutral.

Mr. Bryne nods. "Not his fault if no one else asks for it."

"And puts you up in the former governor's official residence."
It's quite secure. Probably the best place to keep potential candidates safe.

"Only place in the whole city with a…" He glances back inside the house for a moment. "Stair… Chair… Thing. Like, on rails?"

"Stair lift?"
Quite useful, I suppose.

"Yeah." He taps his walking stick against the ground. "Been shot a bit too often. Got nerve damage the stimpaks can't fix. I can walk, but not quick enough to run caravans. Plus, I am getting older. Which means I got first refusal on a home where I can get upstairs inside an hour. Hey, howsabout we carry this on inside where it's warm?"
Heh. Legacy of a hard life in the wasteland, eh?

I nod. "Thank you."

I follow him inside, and… The furniture is a mix of artfully reconditioned pre-War woodwork and more recent construction. The carpet-. No, the rug on the floor is clearly made of the wool of some radiation-enhanced animal, but it's woven and dyed in a way which shows just how far Coloradan industry has recovered. The Hang Dogs didn't have the technology for something like that. They had furs on the ground if they were lucky.
Be sure to wipe your feet properly, Krono. Make a good impression! 😏

John leads me off the main corridor into a room that's… Fitted out as an informal meeting room, and plops himself into a chair with a sigh of relief. I take a seat opposite him, while the C-27 that followed us in just stands off to the side, clearly too big and heavy for the chairs.
Sadly, I doubt he has any available human-equivalent frames to use as a major-domo avatar.

"So what brings you to Denver, Krono?"

"Did President Grant's diplomatic packet get to… Either of you?"
It's close enough they should have. The question is have they read it?

The C-27 nods. "Yes, but as I am a politically neutral policing A.I., I'm not authorised to read it."

John nods. "He left it out for me. Not sure I really understood where he was going with it, but I get there's supposed to be some kinda meeting once you people finally get that Sallow son of a bitch?"
Among other things, I suppose. Extant threats to life and Liberty would need some coordination to attend to.

"Oh? Several caravanners I've spoken to rather liked-."

"Yeah, east Arizona was a shit hole, ain't no one arguing about that. Desert Rangers has west Arizona locked down. Fine people. But the stuff they do t'people, that's worse than what the old raider bands used to do. Not worth it, no siree."
Ah, they have a clear preference for sending a clear message to everyone else about lawbreaking, eh?

I nod. "Well, I'm glad to hear it. The purpose of the meeting is to hash out the way our corner of America is going to be run going forwards. Ultimately, we want to re-establish the United States of America, which means re-established the states of the union."

"I thought the United States was made up of…" He glances up at WARDEN's avatar for confirmation. "Commonwealths?"
A major divergence compared to our timeline, I see.

The C-27 nods. "The United States amalgamated fifty states into thirteen commonwealths in nineteen sixty nine."

John frowns. "Wait, hold on. That was a hundred years before the Great War, wasn't it?"
Explains how they were able to expand so far before getting blasted into the stone age. I'm guessing individual commonwealths had limited powers to grow their borders outwards.

"Approximately, yes."

"And that was two hundred years ago. So why's the plan to go back an extra hundred years?"
Presumably because it's easier to work with. I doubt some of the present states would like to be part of a group with neighbours they don't really like.

I exhale through my nose as Rex walks in and flops down next to his owner's chair. "Basically, it's because California rebuilt itself as California, and not as the South West Commonwealth. And there's a limit to the size of the political entity our current level of technology can support. Between the loss of roads and telephone lines, it doesn't matter much what the people in the-" I look around. "-capital say if no one in what's supposed to be their hinterland even knows who they are."
You're well-travelled, but how many people consider anything more than a couple of days from their home town?

He nods slowly. "It needs to be more… Local."

I shrug. "Away from the east coast, the states are still fairly big. The ones that exist in practice at the moment do so because there was a major cultural group in the area that took control, with other groups becoming subservient to them. They each have their own way of organising things within their territory… But as I said, there are limits to how wide their sphere of influence can spread."
And as long as sufficient territory within the old borders is controlled, that's enough to manage?

"Okay, well…" He glances up at the C-27. "Warden's been clear that his authority only goes as far as the edge of Colorado. I sure don't feel the need to make it go any further."

"Right, but I imagine that you'd like some input in what happens to Arizona. Since I'm sure that you'd like that to become a trade route again. And this time it will go all the way into Nevada and California."
And all the way to Canada, eh?

"Right, but we barely had anything to do with that. I doubt that the people who did all the fighting are going to listen to me jabber about it."

"It'll mostly be them deciding it, yes, but their aim is to have a larger alliance of states bound together for mutual security and trade. Which means that they can't afford to ignore their new partners right at the start. Plus, they'll probably want WARDEN to help with the policing."
Someone who doesn't get tired while travelling long distances would be useful.

"My ability to do that is strictly limited."

"You can't directly involve yourself, no, but you can built eyebots for the Rangers, and you can train civilian police once they're ready to create a police force."
And if he's training them, you know they'll be trained right.

"That doesn't violate my programming. However, I can't negotiate on behalf of the State of Colorado."

I nod. "Alright. Who can?"
So, it's a case of hunting for an acceptable representative.

"At the moment? No one. The line of succession is completely broken. I do want to help you restore the United States of America. My morality subroutines hold that as the highest good. But without a governor to give approval, there's not much I can do."

"Then how do you do what you've done so far?"
Good question, especially since he was designed more for prison management than cultural reclamation of civilisation.

"Governor Samson authorised my activation before the nukes went off, and no subsequent governor has countermanded his order."

John frowns, smiling. "Just how many subsequent governors have there been?"

"There have been zero subsequent governors, of whom zero percent have ordered my deactivation."
Ah, logic.

"Hah!"

"But you haven't just been enforcing the law, have you?"
After all, who decides what the law is in the absence of legitimate government?

"I have emergency management programming. But my morality subroutines make me reluctant to rely on it. Once Colorado reached a certain level of lawfulness, it became increasingly inaccessible."

"Do you recognise Enclave emergency-?"
Bit of a worry, that angle.

"No. For abandoning America in its hour of need, all founding Enclave personnel are registered as traitors to America and all of their access has been cancelled. I have had Dianna and MODUS run checks on my programs to ensure that they have no back door access."

That-.

I frown. "Who's MODUS?"
From a quick glance... Nothing good?

We can only hope MODUS isn't aligned with present Enclave factions' goals and that they don't recognise those emergency powers and protocols. Otherwise this situation is going to become a lot more complex and troublesome. Let's at least hope they can find a suitable Colorado gubernatorial candidate before the conference.
 
He frowns while smiling?
You can't see, but I'm making that expression right now.
're-establishing'
'build'
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The Hang Dogs didn't have the
Thank you, corrected.
To be fair, in his one brief appearence in Old World Blues, MODUS gives WARDEN some technology while commenting on how curious it is that he's gone beyond his programming. Fallout 76 was a while ago in-universe, the player characters being released in 2102.
 
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