7th April
17:48 GMT +2
I look around at the surprisingly green scenery of South Kahndaq.
"Not that I want to come across as a total doomsayer, but is this self-sustaining?"
Adrianna nods confidently. "It will survive. The plants are evolved for the desert. The roots of larger plants stabilise the soil and store water, while the smaller plants can survive under their protection."
"I heard about the goat ban."
Slightly before Adom put it into practice.
"Goats ravage marginal land. If they were allowed to graze here then they would undo my work in a generation."
"I don't recognise all of the plants. Have you been talking to Swamp Thing or Doctor Isley?"
"I spoke briefly with Swamp Thing. But these plants are merely… Old. They are not my creations." She pointedly looks out across the verdant scrubland and towards the gleaming metal structure that wasn't there yesterday. "Why is that here?"
"It's a trade post-."
"Yes, I know. I -and everyone else in Kahndaq- heard the mental broadcast. Why is it here?"
"Because -as I understand it, technically- this territory isn't part of anyone's country. Unless you're saying that you've de facto annexed it with your plants."
"No. I am not limiting the blessings of Isis to helping only the people of my nation. But isn't this part of Zambesia?"
"It's-. Whatever the opposite of 'disputed' is. Before Adom took over, Kahndaq and Zambesia couldn't agree on exactly where the border was and they both said that this was part of the other country. Adom's been clear that he isn't planning on expanding Kahndaq's territory -and I'm grateful about that- but… Because of that and because he's had better things to do, who owns the southern border area hasn't been settled."
"Oh." She frowns. "So I could have done whatever I wanted without creating a diplomatic incident."
"Maybe, but doing that might have been seen as the Kahndaqi government accepting the Zambesian government's preferred interpretation of the border, and you should probably talk to a few people before doing that."
"And you should talk to the one who built that."
"I don't think I should. I don't think I should. Just because the leader has an orange power ring, that doesn't mean that it's my job to find some sort of magical solution that makes everyone happy."
She doesn't look impressed. "Would it be my job if he didn't have an orange power ring? Because I haven't seen him use it yet."
She considers for a moment.
"You know more about interstellar economics than anyone else on Earth."
"No, I… Don't think-" I frown. Who… Would..? "-I do."
Wait. Arnus would. I mean, I.. think he was more a corporate lawyer than a criminal lawyer anyway. Sure, he'd be a little out of date, but the broad principles should be the same. And Ploutos should be able to fill in the gaps. Yes, I can dump it on the pair of them.
"Ring, contact Icon."
"'Icon' not on Earth."
…
Oh.
"Ring, contact Rocket."
"In progress."
I raise my left hand to the side of my head as it rings.
"Yeah?"
"Rocket, Orange Lantern h-."
"Are you why Nazigirl's been followin' me around?"
"Only indirectly. You're-. Um."
"Yeah? You wanna finish that sentence?"
"The most admirable black person she's met, and she thinks that you alone can break decades of racist cultural programming?"
I hear her huff.
"Okay, yeah, great, but the economy in Dakota City ain't so great and most a' the criminals I arrest are black too. It's not.. like, the best image she could get."
"Okay, but every criminal she's ever arrested before was white, so I doubt that she'll draw a conclusion based on that."
"Fine. What were you callin' for?"
"It occurred to me that Arnus' experience with interstellar relations would make him the man to take a lead on this whole business with ClusterCorp. Do you have any way to contact him?"
"Ah… No."
"Raquel, I don't like to call a team mate a-."
"I'm not supposed to contact him. Ah. Especially if you're asking."
"Why?"
"I ain't suppose to tell you unless the world's ending. Is it?"
"No, this isn't even-. Do you know if he's coming back soon?"
"Paul…"
"Okay, I-. Clearly don't know what's going on here. If you get in contact with him please mention the ClusterCorp situation?"
"Sure. But-."
"Yeah. Talk to you later."
End.
Well… Darn. Don't know what's going on there, but I don't-.
A jet plane with.. the LexAir logo on the side flies over the Red Sea and.. uses its directional jets to perform a near-vertical landing on the trade post's landing platform. A group of armoured figures move out to greet…
Lex is here. Of course he is. The only surprise is that he's come in person and without a camera crew.
"Alright, fine, I'll meet with him. But I'm doing this under protest, and if anyone complains afterwards I'm going to take great pleasure in reminding them that I wanted nearly anyone else to handle this."