Beryl fails to hide her disgust. "You were eating intelligent beings?"
"Oh, don't worry: we are biologically dissimilar enough that there was little change of disease transmission."
Ah, so it's not cannabilism, merely predation.
She regards me, then twists her right hand in a 'see what sort of person you're working with' gesture.
"And not often. The scavenger creatures were far easier to catch. The humanoid ones seldom left the cities except in armed patrol groups."
So he wasn't often eating
people. Just imps and pixies.
"And the local butterflies contain sheeda genetic markers?"
"Yes. It's not entirely unique. Certain breeds around Slaughter Swamp show similar signs, but that place has a unique magical background which might have drawn sheeda attention in the past. This town has nothing. And yet, here they are. Sheeda-modified butterflies."
Slaughter Swamp, if no-one remembers, is one access to Witch-world (Melmoth's little demense) and the birthplace of Solomon Grundy.
"Butterflies. That's it?"
"A great many of the sheeda's weaponised creatures have insectoid traits. Perhaps Melmoth was testing the local creatures to see how compatible they are? Or perhaps they ate something. I really don't know yet."
Linda twists her fiery wings to match our direction as she reaches us, sparing Dr Sivana only a brief look. "Tempest has consulted with a local flower merchant. The scrublands near the old mine are popular with butterflies during the summer months, though they can be seen all over town."
So now they have an epicenter. Time to catch some bugs.
"Doctor, would you mind collecting the remaining Mind Destroyers while we investigate that area?"
"And deny myself the opportunity to gather more specimens? I don't think so."
"Time enough for that later. New samples are more important for fresh data!"
"You're interested in butterflies?"
"I can hardly engineer a plague to exterminate the sheeda if I can't examine every creature containing their genetic material. Besides, I've already learned everything I can from the Mind Destroyers. The others won't have anything else interesting in them that that one didn't."
Ha, of course. Be interesting if he could engineer a virus that infused all life on Earth, so that Sheeda died as soon as they come through their portals, no matter when.
"Doctor, one of two things are going to happen when we get there. Either we'll find a lot of dormant butterflies, or we'll get into a fight with something sheeda. If it's butterflies, there will be plenty for you. If it's sheeda, you're frail for a normal human. It would make far more sense for you to let us handle the fighting and for you to analyse whatever's left."
"While I'm not adverse to creating autonomous weapons to do my fighting for me, I'm certainly not about to let a group of superheroes blunder about the place without my supervision. And if you think I haven't taken my own physical frailty into account then you're sorely underestimating me."
No offer of Dannering, of course. He is technically a criminal, even if he's working with OL on this.
"Doctor, you're our leading expert on the sheeda. Deploying you to the front lines-."
Something 'pings' in his cockpit.
"Mm?" he pokes at it. "Oh. My social analytics program thinks that you're being honest."
Helpful. Because of course he has a program to analyze social cues.
"Did Georgia get that from Dox?"
"Georgia and Junior built it for me as a Father's Dad present. But even if you are being honest, I can tell perfectly well that your colleagues don't have your attitude towards me."
Aw, he really does love them. Explains why he'd wipe an entire species out of existence to protect them.
"Was your first clue when I called you a murderer?"
"No, I just thought that was a statement of fact. I am a murderer, and an entirely unrepentant one. It was the way you kept using an accusatory tone of voice when you spoke to Orange Lantern. You don't approve of him working with me, even though you don't have anyone who knows as much about the sheeda as I do. It's a very heroic attitude. Very stupid."
Too used to punching people in the face, not enough time spent thinking about correcting problems.
"Doctor-."
"And here we are."
The ground below us is noticeably rockier than it was around town, and I can see the general outline of the mine workings. There hasn't been any serious mining in this area for decades, and the area is thoroughly overgrown.
Prime ground for an ambush, naturally.
Ring, scan for butterflies.
Now there's an instruction that I never thoughts I'd give.
Basic scan reveals no butterflies. Sonic and electromagnetic imagines of butterflies being added-
Because
of course they're scan-warded. Good thing the Ring has orders for getting around that.
A huge number of tiny wire frame butterflies appear in my visual field.
-to your view.
Dr Sivana's ship drops down to just above the level of the ground and then… Spins around so that the exhaust is facing towards the ground. Inside the dome, the interior control system spins around so that the doctor is now facing outwards. And then… Panels at the side of the ship fold aside, arm mounted manipulators and particle beams deploying as, the exhaust section opens up and.. four.. stubby legs deploy. The mech suit then lands, the main flight system shutting down as a force field shimmers into being to protect the whole unit.
Ah, battlesuits. Good way of protecting a squishy ally outside of Power rings.
Correction: That comma seems a little oddly placed.
"I'm fragile. It's not."
Beryl lands next to a small bush and holds up her personal computer's probe to scan a butterfly. The doctor spots her, then pulls some levers inside his control module to deploy a suction hose. I imagine that he'll want to analyse those later. Linda-.
Linda's eyes are burning pits of fire as she floats above us.
Let's not go scorched earth until after the team has the information it needs, hmm?
"I will burn these unnatural abominations-."
"Glass houses and stones, Supergirl."
Her eyes narrow at me, still burning.
( ! ) Supergirl will remember that.
"This is an intelligence gathering exercise. We need to understand what the sheeda are doing and how to fight them. You can burn the place after we have all of the samples we need."
She descends, her fiery wings extinguishing as she lands. Then she bends slightly and picks up a cocoon.
Then she frowns.
"These abominations are of earthly origin, correct?"
...Sort of, yes.
"The sheeda are, as far as we know. The butterflies are local."
"There is something… Their spirits are malformed. A creature of the Earth should not be able to feel this way."
"I'll hand some examples to Sephtian, see what he makes of it."
I hope he's lightened his workload a little, then.
She nods a little uncertainly. I suppose that it wouldn't hurt to take a detailed scan myself, if only so that I can recognise the modifications that have occurred to them. If I crush one then whatever's throwing off my scans should stop working.
I use a construct jar to grab a cocoon of my own and pull it over to me. Detailed scans show…
And no doubt...
That's curious. Why-?
The Spine Rider slices its way out of the cocoon and slashes its way through my construct!
...These things have programmed responses to interference.