10th February
08:19 GMT -7
"So this pattern is… Another 'you'?"
Sunset scurries along behind me as I stride in the direction of my 'reinterpretation' of the portal generator Mr Wayne 50 used to break me out of gaol last year. It hasn't been a high priority. My work here and on Tamaran keeps me more than busy enough without worrying about parallel universes as well. I only really
built the thing in case… Lynne ever wanted to go back. Some day. Perhaps to visit her grandparents, or… Other relatives? I'll have to look into it when I'm there.
"Probably."
"Didn't you say there was another version of you in
this universe?"
"Yes. But I don't know that he's from here originally. He could be Grayven Fifty. Heck, I'm not
sure that
this universe is really the one I originally came from, so he could be Sixteen and I could be… Something else."
"So your god-power can go from one universe to another without a portal. That's… Fascinating."
"Don't get too excited; I think that's to do with how we're linked to the Source. I doubt that alicorns work in the same way." I stop as the Apokoliptian technology built into the bulkhead confirms my identity. "Though… It
could be because Scott came here, and… Our souls touched…"
"Do you think he'd mind if I scanned him?"
"You can
ask."
Though… Huh. Okay, Scott and Barda know I was faking. Faking
ish. But the rest of their team probably
don't. So I either need to get a message to him that the others won't pick up on, or link up with the remaining Lords again and get an update from
them. That.. sounds more sensible, actually. And it will be nice to see them again, see how they're getting on.
There's a chime from the bulkhead
and I demand its obeisance.
"Could this take me to Equestria?"
"Theoretically,
yes." I lead the way through as the door opens. "In practice, you should probably avoid it. Scouting out destinations using this technology is highly inefficient, and it wouldn't transform you back into a pony. Plus, it's purely technological, with none of that useful 'sympathetic resonance targeting'-"
"That's not what it's called."
"-that magic transportation systems tend to have. And we don't have Equestria's coordinates."
The bulkhead seals itself behind us, and a half-dozen types of defensive and obscurative fields reactivate. I
really don't want relatively casual parallel universe travel being a thing. I remember in… Ex Machina, where a man from a parallel universe tries to warn the cast of the dangers of immigration and they all write him off as a deranged Republican. But I remembered an
episode in series one of Sliders, in which a parallel universe version of Quinn Mallory slides the entire population of his Earth to another Earth. Going from six billion people to twelve billion people in an instant causes total social collapse and mass starvation. It's not that the Earth
can't support twelve billion people; it certainly
can. But Human civilisation can't, not without a lot of time to build up.
Plus… Well. I might need an edge at some point.
My version of the device -which is even now going through its warm-up sequence- is a highly modified boom tube. I didn't realise until I tried building one for myself, but the one Batman 50 built uses a
stupid amount of power and has to be activated very slowly. The main reason they had to make do with me is that they literally
couldn't open it again. Of course, that wasn't a problem when his word was
law and he could take whatever he wanted from the US power grid… Anyway, using a boom tube makes it work better with all of my other New God technology and cuts down the power requirements to something a little more manageable.
I'm
also planning to use this to give myself the ability to re-enter Equestria as a biped if the pony thing doesn't work out.
Ping.
Alright, whereabouts to go-. W
ait.
"Sunset, are you planning on coming with me?"
"Yes?" She shrugs. "I need to get a look at other New Gods, and find out what happened with you and the other Mister Miracle."
"Fine, but I don't know what conditions are like on the far side, I'm a known would-be alien conqueror and you're not properly equipped."
She frowns. "What do you mean, 'would-be alien conqueror'? You said that you'd met them before."
I regard her in puzzlement. "Did you actually read the mission report?"
"No?" She shrugs. "Wasn't that where you picked up Lynne?"
A-ah-h. "Okay, I'm happy to have you along, but you need to read the file and you need to get some armour. I helped their new global-tier super team gain acclaim by going full alien hamlord conqueror, so we can't expect a positive reception."
"Aren't you going straight to your brother?
Their version, I mean."
"No, I need to get the lay of the land, first. For all I know my alter-ego has already invaded their Earth. And he probably can't let anyone know that my attempt to take control of America was less than authentic without damaging his credibility."
"Okay." She nods. "I've got.. protective spells on my lab coat. But… Yeah, I suppose it's not a good idea." She frowns at me. "Are you going to go like that?"
"Of course not." I
take a charm out of subspace and put it on, my appearance shifting to that of an unremarkable human man. Won't fool another New God, but should work against most mundane forms of detection. "Now, off you trot. I'll contact you once I'm prepared."
She nods and takes a step back as the-
BOOM!
-boom tube opens up. Now, that..
should open up in the Chihuahuan Desert, so there's not much chance of me being spotted. Still, need to move
quick. I jog through the portal as Sunset tries to work out how to magically hack the bulkhead door that can only be opened by a New God.
Be interesting to see what she comes up with.
And… Out again, the boom tube shutting off behind me. No local response… Yet. Well, if Grayven 50
is invading, he isn't invading
here. I strongly suspect that a planet that has been attacked by Apokoliptians repeatedly over the past decade will have boom tube detection equipment, so I should relocate reasonably quickly.
Sinestro?
Under my illusion, my armour
glows yellow.
Lantern Grayven. I see that we have returned.
We have indeed.
Nearest settlement of any size is… Las Cruces. Can't use hush tubes from here, boom tubes would risk drawing attention. Low level flight it is, then. I rise a short distance off the ground and begin flying north.
Sinestro, while you were active around here, did you have any contact with my alter-ego?
No, though from what I heard he would have made a reasonable yellow ring user. He supposedly shares your virtues without your moderating influences.
Hm. Begin
passive interception of local communications. Is Grayven Fifty here already?
It appears not.
Good show. Give me the status of the Lords and Stormwatch.
Nothing recent about the Justice Lords is being openly discussed. Stormwatch are still active, and while I cannot determine how representative a sample I am receiving they appear to be reasonably well regarded.
A detailed examination will have to wait until we reach Las Cruces. Internet cafes are still a thing, aren't they?