The Lord-Protector's botoxed face doesn't give anything away, and his wards mean that his empathic network doesn't either.
"Your seal upon his forehead. Does it mean have broken him to your will, as we do the grundymen?"
Heh, easy assumption to make, even if it might not feel the same to the Columbians. As for the Lord-Protector (and isn't that a familiar title...) I have to wonder if he's not so locked down, physically and emotionally, as some kind of Geas to rule fairly and as impartially as possible...
"No. That's a sign that I've changed his desires. He's still free to make decisions within his new framework."
Melmoth nods as best he can with the collar and chains.
Which is still worrying. I mean, OL
can shut off any potentially harmful urge as soon as he feels it even if it's completely logical to Melmoth in his altered state. But there's still that niggling hint of concern that he might pull
something...
"I see it clearly now; I was so painfully short sighted. I can never make amends to your forebears, but please let me help you. I know things about your magic and physiology that you have yet to discover; you have access to only a small part of your full magic potent-."
"Cease your prattling, Sheeda-man." Judah turns to Diana. "What is your intent?"
Yeah, nattering on about potential is probably just going to piss off the Columbians. What with their whole opposition to using their in-born talents. Plus, he's just got such a punchable face.
"The Earth will soon face the fury of the full Harrowing fleet. Every piece of information we can learn and every artefact of theirs that we can study improves our ability to fight against them. We would like to bring people here to study this harvest ships-."
"'Harvester Dreadnought'. Though obviously this one has been substantially reconfigured."
It does fit with what we've seen of previous Sheeda craft... Castle
Revolting Revolving being something of an outlier in its' design.
"And Melmoth's magic. This is a unique opportunity for us."
"You would have us tolerate his presence."
Well, you can just drop him into a dark hole whenever you don't need to talk to him. It's not like starving will
kill him.
"You may, or you may place him in our custody and you need never see him again."
"And the vessel?"
"We have no need for the vessel itself. We merely need to learn how to fight others of its class."
Eh... Putting a technologically advanced craft in the hands of, for want of a better term, primitive people like the Columbians (and I mean that in terms of scientific knowledge, nothing more.) That could go so wrong in so many ways. What if some overzealous Witch-Hunter decides the Warlock-breed need to be exterminated
utterly, and hijacks it to do so?
"I mean: will you take this blight from our skies?"
"We…" Diana glances at me. "Can do that, if you wish."
It
would be a bad reminder of their history. I'm sure tales of such things, hanging in the sky like swords of Damocles, still persist centuries after their abduction.
"Lord-Protector, I would urge you not to throw this opportunity away. Do you not use the grundymen and grundywomen created from criminals?"
"Those of mundane criminals who may seek forgiveness from God Almighty, aye. From such as him, I would see them burned, not raised. We have no desire for this… Chalice of poison."
Understandable. I suspect Burning is treated as the ultimate punishment. Imagine it: Being seen as so worthless or so dangerous, that your people would rather see you reduced to
ash rather than allow you to serve as a Grundy?
Well… Okay. We offered and he didn't want it. No idea how we're going to ship it, but I suppose that we can just cut it up and shove it through the witch-path in pieces. Or throw it into the local primary.
Or I could take it as a replacement for my old Ice Fortress. I'm sure that I can learn how it works-.
Not the time.
No, OL. Not without getting it deeply checked over by a Maltusian technician. Who knows what hidden traps still lay within, even after Melmoth got flipped. Plus the whole issue of the Timey-wimey lime juice...
Diana nods. "And Melmoth?"
"Is the binding permanent?"
Not as much as you'd
like, certainly...
"Technically, no, merely indefinite. Another Orange Lantern or a magic user who knew what they were doing could remove it, and he would revert back to his actual personality."
"Can you make it permanent?"
Oh, yes, but whether he would
want to? That's a whole other kettle of fish.
"Yes… But that would effectively make him a new person. If you want to try him for what he did to your forebears, it wouldn't be reasonable to do that to a new person who happened to share the old him's body."
"Do not presume to tell me what is 'reasonable'."
Surprised there wasn't even a hint of anger showing through. I doubt Judah has
that good a temper... Maybe he's emotionally throttled for just that reason...
"I'm using it in the legal sense."
"By the laws of Columbia he is an outlaw, a pestilence from our grandsire's time who should have long since been keeping company with Satan in eternal hellfire."
I think even The First of the Fallen would go "
He's too dangerous. Flay his soul for fuel and be rid of him." After all, even Hell has
some standards.
"And by the laws of the Orange Lantern Corps-" I lay my left hand on the glowing sigil on my body armour's chest. "-I can't hand him over under these conditions. I can't hand over someone I know for a fact not to be guilty in a jurisdiction where I do not believe that they will receive a fair hearing."
Which is a legitimate interpretation of the actual rule, but I don't think calling Lord-Protector Judah 'technically incompetent' is going to win any friends here.
No
oo... probably not. Best not to piss off your host any further than he already is. Don't want to burn what little goodwill you've earned dealing with this crisis (which you had a hand in causing, no less...)
Judah stares at me for a moment, then turns his face towards Diana.
"And your view on the matter?"
"I'm not comfortable with permanently altering a person's nature in that way, and I will not authorise it."
Makes sense, she is a spirit of Truth, and all that. That kind of alteration... Would mean fundamentally altering someone's true self...
I shrug. "I'm fine with that. I just want to make sure that you're fully informed."
"While he is like this, could you order him to list his sins in full?"
...You got a couple of years? He
has been busy. Very, very busy. And lived a long, long life.
"Um. He probably doesn't precisely share your definition of 'sin' and so might struggle. And I'm not sure whether or not his memory is perfect. He's very old and has committed a great many crimes. But I could make him want to recount as many as he can remember to the best of his ability."
"You must take this vessel, and may take a share of the fallen beasts. I will consult with parliament on the matter of Melmoth himself." Diana and I nod. "Now. What of the witch-breed, and the accursed warlocks?"
What about them? I mean, the warlocks, yes, they might need dealing with, especially if any are as bad as Klarion. But the warlock-breed aren't really.. Are you
really considering them tainted by the sins of their forefathers?

...Oh, right...
Diana shakes her head. "This doesn't change anything. We're still willing to offer them sanctuary if they want it. Though with the attacks by the Sheeda beasts coming to an end it is possible that they would prefer to remain here."
"Or we could offer them Melmoth's knowledge to turn them into normal humans. Or.. Columbian humans. I mean, I understand why you hate warlocks, but if the worst they've done is have a warlock parent or grandparent, well… That ancestor won't be as bad as Melmoth and you're all descended from him."
Oh, that would just drive people nuts with paranoia. Imagine not knowing if someone new to town were a 'true and just' Columbian who hews to their rules, or some warlock-breed wearing the mask of pureness and good? Even if the warlock-breed were willing to agree to be bound as the Columbians are, and many did seem to be, that whole 'sins of the father' thing would follow them...
"They are not citizens of Columbia. We have agreed a truce, and I have no cause to forbid them from seeking his aid. But they will not be citizens for as long as I draw breath."
"Lord-Protector-."
Save it, Diana, the man's made his mind up. And he does not seem the sort to change it for anything. Even if The Presence itself came down with a host of angels and told him to, he'd probably refuse.
"No, no, I get it. It's a catch twenty-two. If they're showing Sheeda modifications then they're tainted, and if they use Sheeda technology to remove those modifications then they're tainted."
"Verily."
Wow, asshole. Stubborn to a fault, and proud to admit it...
"Would you let them become citizens if they removed their alterations by some other means?"
"Which part of 'draw breath' escapes your comprehensions?"
I don't know, how long...
Diana gives me a short glare as she somehow hears me thinking 'how long do witch-men live, asking for a friend?'.
"As you will. Let me know when I can be of further service."
Damn, you got there first.
I walk away, heading for one of the launch bays. Melmoth told me that he didn't know if anything could be done for Aurakos, but he's more than happy to try. And I want him to try soon just in case Judah decides to give him the thumbs down.
Let's hope he goes for the 'out of sight, out of mind' angle, and not 'hung, drawn, quartered and
then burnt.' Not that the latter would likely keep Melmoth down, given his immortality.