step out
and appear short distance from him within his field of view. Lord-. No, King Cyprian is moving his hands, water rippling around them to unleash a destructive pressure blast before he's even consciously aware of who it is that just appeared. I raise my hands as his not-much-slower-off-the-mark bodyguards begin preparing their attacks as well.
I might be forgetting my Atlantean politics. Wasn't this the guy fighting Queen Clea, over in the Renegade's timeline?
"I'm sorry, but-"
He moves to conceal his hands as he dismisses the spell, consciously relaxing his posture to indicate that his guard should stand at ease. He's hoping that I didn't notice his preparedness, or the situation with the rest of Atlantis that caused it.
Honestly, I would casually ignore that moment of panicked spellwork. Act like he didn't just pull a loaded gun on someone seemingly popping out of nowhere. Really, OL, you need to arrange some kind of warning system for the greediport.
"-I urgently need-"
Spell dismissed, he raises his right hand to stand down the guard and straightens his posture.
"-to talk to you."
I suppose if he's in a hurry, it's one way to skip the queues.
"Illustres Paul. You can simply make an appointment. Since we're working together I've put you on the 'priority approval' list."
"Too slow. I urgently need to hire as many archmages as you can spare."
Buh-wah? Okay, what the
hell did OL get into now?
He conceals his concern well, but whatever protections he routinely uses aren't blocking my empathy. I'll warn him about that after this meeting.
"What for?"
"Magic users are uncommon is the galaxy at large. A world under NEMO's protection is being threatened by a magic-based intelligence and it doesn't have a native magic tradition. NEMO doesn't have good access to magic users inside its territories and.. those it could get generally aren't as well educated as Atlanteans."
I expect there'll be a short bit of teething trouble as they adjust to each other anyway. Hope it's not a desperate rush, 'world ending as we speak' matter. Otherwise he'd have gone to John-Fate.
"What sort of intelligence?"
"Thousands of eyeballs floated into the sky, came together in blobs and started accusing the locals of 'breaking the covenant'."
...Wait, is this the 'puts out the eyeballs of pubescent females' planet? I'm guessing the priests didn't mention the divine covenant angle...
"Ah. Yes, that does sound like magic."
I see a little spark of interest, swiftly doused.
Interesting. I suppose sending his best mages away will weaken his position...
"Do you know the nature of the covenant? If it's just a matter of making a votive offering-."
"No."
Unless you can get a hold of a talented necromancer...
"I realise that it's concerning, but as king I make a number of ritual offerings and sacrifices each year to gods whom Venturia no longer worships. These-."
"I can't find out because my colleagues and I killed all of the priests."
...It will be hard to get any info from them.
"Oh. Yes, that.. would make things rather difficult."
"I don't want to negotiate. I want to kill it. I'm confident that the local Orange Lanterns and I can kill it, but I want to check that there won't be any blowback and that it isn't doing anything actively against the civilian population other than being really disturbing."
Like, you know, managing the ecosystem or something...
King Cyprian nods slowly. "We can help with that. Do you have any other requirements?"
"Everyone you select must be able to survive exposure to magic-based planes of reality, because that's how we'll be travelling."
...You're not going to greediport them, are you? Because Hinon noted that was a
bad idea...
"That cuts it down considerably. But I'm certain that we can-" He looks over to a courtier. "-draw up a list."
The courtier nods and activates a scrying pool.
Good to see him taking it seriously, anyway. I suspect most people wouldn't take OL at his word so quickly...
"Given.. the.. international situation, I'm afraid that I can't simply release our archmages without getting something in return. I assume you're offering something in exchange?"
"Yes. A LEGION defence contract."
Ah, Dox did make use of the acronym after all.
While I doubt that he'd offer something like this Dox is rather interested in recruiting magic users on an ongoing basis. We didn't even know that Tillettit was mystically active, and if there's one thing Dox hates it's intelligence oversights.
I bet he got a single red letter in his thoughts and everything.
"Is.. that..?"
"Licensed Extra-Governmental Interstellar Operations Network. NEMO's space fleet and marine corps. If you accept the pact, your security becomes our concern. Please note that this will only cover defensive operations. If you start a fight you can't finish, we don't care."
How... sensible of them. I suppose Dox has a system for gauging the probability of success for these things.
"I don't intend to. You're.. aware then that relations with Atlantis…"
"I know that you were crowned king and declared independence. I don't know enough about Atlantean law to know how problematic that is."
Considering most countries react to that sort of thing with military action when possible...
"Generally speaking, when part of your country decides that it doesn't want to be part of your country any longer, that means war."
"Is King Orin going to take that option?"
To be honest, ol' Arthur might be understanding of matters. American history and all that...
"I'm not sure that I've given him much choice. What do you know about the political situation?"
"Not much. And to be honest, it's not my problem."
"This agreement will make it your problem."
No, it'll make it Dox's Problem. OL is the field leader, not the supreme commander of the joint operations.
"No, it won't. I don't care who was right or wrong… Does this go back to Princess Diana's fight with Queen Clea?"
"No, before that."
I think for a moment, then shrug. "I still don't care. Your city has been disconnected for long enough that hardly anyone in Atlantis is going to be meaningfully effected. If the royal family had decades to fix the problem and didn't, then they don't have any cause for complaint. I would however respectfully suggest that it might be politically advantageous to hold a ballot on the subject, but otherwise it isn't my concern."
I doubt Atlantean society works much like Hellenic Greece or Antiquarian Rome...
He regards me curiously. "A ballot?"
"King Orin grew up in America, a democracy. He's used to the idea that the will of the majority of the citizens should set the direction of policy. I assume that you have an up to date census?"
Ha, walking the king through the process of taking a referendum...
A mild frown. "Of course we do."
"Then invite a few observers from other city states in and get your citizens to record their preference: independence or reunification. If you get a decent majority in favour of your position then he'll feel that he's in the wrong, and you could probably get him to agree to postpone things indefinitely."
Will of the people, and all that. Which most Atlanteans aren't used to...
"I hadn't.. considered… I assume that the observers are to demonstrate that we aren't strong-arming our citizens." I nod. "A curious way of doing things, but I take your point. Have you told him what you're offering us?"
"No. I'd rather that he didn't need to find out. But feel free to inform him if he threatens to invade."
Giving them a big stick to lean on while they speak softly. Clever.
"Can your LEGION fight in the ocean?"
"The guns we use? We don't really need to."
Also, I bet a few Lanterns would be deployed. It could serve as a joint training exercise. Hopefully they can do it without an orbital bombardment or similar... People might take offence at that.