"It was an accident."
"I didn't even know New Gods could bleach their hair."
Safe to assume they work like humans do, unless otherwise noted. So things like colouring are probably guided by their divine nature... Consider guys like Sleez...
"I've been bleaching it since forever. But you must have known that. Why did you think my hair stayed blonde after you 'awoke' me?"
"I thought that your divine nature might have included being blonde." I shrug. "The phenomena isn't well studied in humans."
Considering there's like half a dozen Earthborn New Gods, that is a
monumental understatement.
"
No, still dyeing it. Which I couldn't do
here, because Sheeda don't have hair. One of my-" She glances backwards at our escort. "-attendants looked at my two-tone hair and asked if there was a
problem. Only they didn't know what bleaching agents humans use and gave me something that turned it white
instead."
"Is it permanent?"
Unless it somehow modified her DNA (and I wouldn't put it past Sheeda science,) that's unlikely. Worst case, she cuts her hair short and grows it back.
"Ask me in another two hundred years."
I nod. "Will do."
And you know he
will ask that, if Artemis is still around. And she'll be like, "What?
Oh! Fuck you, Grayven."
We emerge onto a balcony which grants a good view across the city, if mist-shrouded military base is your idea of a good view like it is mine.
"Nice place you got here."
I doubt it's better than any other city, given the utilitarian nature of Sheeda habitation, amongst the lower ranks at least...
Artemis steps forward, indicating a complex over to our right with her right hand.
"That stuff's new. We had to fortify our long-range communications, and since even when it got really bad no one wanted to risk destroying Caergwaed's vats this was the best place to put it."
The joy of holding the keys to making new troops. You're too valuable to attack without risk of destroying that production capability. Makes for a safe home base, unless someone feels up to committing a major atrocity.
I nod. Local experts are copying the really quite clever system to the cities on my side of our renewed alliance as we speak, and inscribing New God designs on them for superior effectiveness.
"So what happened?"
Ah, the best part of meeting old friends: Catching up.
"After you left, two of the 'observers' turned out to be assassins. After they got killed we found out that a bunch of other cities were attacking the cities who sent representatives to the launch." She turns around to face me, leaning back on the railing. "Caeryg died right away-" Unfortunate. "-and so I had to try and get everyone to work together."
"Looks like you did a pretty good job. Yours was the second largest alliance on the planet."
And since they've naturally teamed up, the rest will choose to fold for fear of being eradicated. Nice.
The only other one worth talking about. Once the unaligned cities found out that our war had suddenly stopped they began making representations. More to Artemis' side than mine, but since what's mine is hers I'm not going to complain.
"This…" She shakes her head. "Isn't my thing. It's like herding cats! I spent like ninety percent of my time just trying to get them to even talk to each other!"
Feh, even cats are smart enough to work together to gain something. The Highborn seem to be hardwired with chronic backstabbing instincts. Probably at the Queen's behest, so they would focus on getting ahead of each other for her favour rather than eyeing up her throne...
"I just killed anyone who disobeyed me. Saved a lot of time…"
"I wanna say that's bad… But I know how many people died every time one of the Highborn on my side decided to act up."
No doubt quite a lot. Still probably less than Grayven's bodycount. And, honestly, Sheeda tend to be kind of easily replaceable. The only issue is knowledge and skillsets. If they're anything like Dark Eldar, there's probably a mechanic to stripmine neural data from their brains.
"That's politics at the national level. People die whatever you do. I like the way I do things but I can't tell you I'm objectively right. Your way might have been better."
"Or it might not have worked."
Ultimately, you made it work, more or less. That's what counts, in the end. Don't get bogged down looking back. That's never good for the soul.
I nod. "And you won't ever know for sure because you can't do both." I smile. "And this is the difference between Earth, and Apokolips and New Genesis. You encouraged cooperation and I compelled obedience, and rather than fight to the death we're talking about it like rational people and combining our power bases to do something more important."
"Did you kill a lot of people?"
"Like a lawnmower, when necessary." Seriously, while headhunting might have worked, there would probably
still be holdouts who ignore the way the wind's blowing. Even if that wind is the breeze of Grayven's sword passing by their head.
"The total Sheeda population is far less than the population of Earth in our era. Do you mean as a proportion, or in absolute numbers?"
"I-." She gives a tired snort. "I suppose it doesn't matter." She shrugs. "So what's next?"
Now you look into A: evacuating the Universe and B: identifying the cause of the Vampire Sun effect.
"Bleed torsion generator."
That gets her attention.
"You know how to make it work?"
No, but Mother Box might have some ideas to try. He's the muscle, he leaves the science to other people.
"Think so." I huff, shaking my head. "I've had to have Mother Box working on war-related things, but between when she already knows and what she learned in space, it should be possible. And…" How to approach this? "When did the picture cut off?"
"A little bit after you started your tour of the Source Wall. The universe is really small now, huh?"
Like the song says, 'It's a small world after all...'

And no, I will not apologise for any Earworms I may have just triggered.
"That's my conclusion, though I don't plan on touching it to check."
"Yeah."
Yes, let's not poke the demonstrably
grabby giga-structure with anything less than a ten-million-foot pole. Especially since it might be the only thing between you and the Big Crunch.
"I… Saw something, when I was coming back. An etheric tide flowing from the Earth to the sun. I'm not sure.. exactly what was happening, but once things are stable here I want to go up again and get a closer look at the sun."
She nods. "That's the only other place to look."
...There
are two celestial bodies left... What if the Sun's been catching a bad rap?
"Technically, we could look underground." She smiles faintly. "And I know that we knew that the sun is continuing to.. feed, but it became noticeably more intense when the fighting started. And when I began to despair, it was able to drain me."
She shrugs. "I don't think the Sheeda are going to start another war."
I still find it fascinating that when he felt a little Black, it took a firm hold... Oh,
Hells... It's
Nekron, isn't it? He and the
Life Entity are the only two sources of emotional light left in the universe, trapped in a constant cycle of
growth and
draining, until they finally end up forced together as the Source Wall contracts... At which point, they act like the ultimate combo of matter and anti-matter, triggering the death of one universe and the birth of the next in a Big Bang.
And boy, I wish QQ had a[glow=orange] Glow[/glow] BBcode like SB does
"No, but once the generators are up and running, I think it might be worth putting resources into light entertainment."
She nods. "To keep people happy, and make it harder for the sun to feed on them."
Pfft. Do the Sheeda even have any forms of entertainment these days that don't involve pain, sadism and death? No heroic fiction or romantic legends?
"Or just to add circuses to the bread. Anything new on your end?"
She nods. "We round records of the tissue sample. The one-"
Oh-ho, that's informative. Do tell...
"The one they got from the Justice Legion." / "-they picked up from whoever it was-. Yeah."
"And… Where you able to learn anything about it?"
Come on, make with the exposition! We've been jonesing for this all episode.
"I.. got the local Vat Masters to look at it, but the record's really old and… Weird. The Vat Lord said that he thought the problem was their ancestors making a copy of a copy of a copy without really understanding what they were looking at."
I nod. "To be expected, really. Unless they find the original I doubt it will help. But… I am pleased that you keep looking."
So, they can barely identify that it was organic in the first place. Yay.
She nods with a smile, stepping away from the railing.
"We should go talk to the Highborn. Let them know what we want them doing now that the war's over."
And make sure no-one's died in the time they've been chatting. Seriously, itchy stabbing hands...
I nod. "Maybe I could bring more people up with me next time. See if going above the mists affects Sheeda differently."
"That-."
"My lady? My lord?"
Oh, what's gone wrong now? because at this point, I doubt anything good could happen.
A Highborn I don't recognise walks around Artemis's attendants and hesitantly halts before us. Since this is Artemis's city I wait for her to reply.
"What is it, Edwyn?"
Heh, subtle hint that the Highborn can't have missed. that will raise interesting discussions around the dinner table for them later.
"You asked about a particular tissue sample collected by our ancestors?"
"What about it?"
This better be good...
"With the help of Lord Grayven's arcanists, we… We believe that we may have found it."
She frowns. "A better record?"
Oh, it is good...
"No. The original sample. It has… It appears to have somehow survived. We.. initially misidentified it, but… With a more thorough review-."
"Take us to it right now."
Very very good! Finally some answers!