"I'm getting nothing."
"Hm?"
"Tried calling Oa, then Guy. I think I'm being jammed."
Hmm...Likelihood of this being Malvolio's little space-time bubble rising. Presumably the Castle made its way in here sometime, somehow. Dragged in by Mallie himself, perhaps?
I come to a relative stop and raise my left hand slightly.
"Illustres to Clarissi. Come in Dox."
No response. But that could just be Dox.
You'd at least get a return ping, even if he was marked as offline.
"Illustres to Lantern Ragnar. Illustres to Lantern Mother of Mercy."
Nothing there either.
Yep, warped space with no outgoing communications... This is Malvolio's prison, all right.
"Illustres to Lantern Jordan."
Jordan's ring glows. At least that works. I could try calling-.
At least they can keep in touch if they split up.
"Let's not try calling Malvolio."
"If he was a rogue Lantern, wouldn't his ring's AI have been shredded like the one in Alan's ring was? I checked, and that's standard practice when a Lantern goes totally off the rails."
If the Guardians catch them in time. It's not always obvious.
"What about Sinestro?"
"They didn't know how far he'd gone until he was already in custody."
Case in point. The Guardians didn't even realise he'd conquered his homeworld until Hal visited...
I strain to try to remember any of the specifics of Malvolio's back story, but I'm not coming up with much. I never actually read the comic he was in, just a summary I looked up when his name was raised as a possible explanation for whole Parallax incident after Jordan took his ring after Malvolio destroyed his original one. Physically, he resembled Alan if he'd be taking steroids, and he died after being shot through the chest with part of his own space station's hull, the yellow weakness being a thing back then.
I don't think that would work here.
No comic book logic here, for one thing. And honestly, would poking him be worth the risk? What benefit would there be in trying to interact with him?
There was also something about the whole system being a construct, but now that I'm outside of the ship I can scan the planet and that doesn't appear to be the case. And I was wrong about its level of technological sophistication: the patches of city are post-industrial, the white-skinned and flat-faced inhabitants clearly comfortable in a technologically sophisticated environment. The patchy layout of settlements definitely suggests 'colony world', though I've got no idea where they came from.
Assuming that it wasn't Malvolio's imagination.
It would have to be one detailed construct. Or he manually built
everything using transmutation and let it run from there.
The complete lack of stars in any direction does lend some credibility to that possibility.
I could try to get out via the Honden. I'm sure I can find Diana or Jordan again. But Malvolio -or whoever that was- doesn't appear to like me doing that and he isn't the target here.
So no greedy-porting, huh? No easy way out for you, never mind the risks of taking the other along. And no Scry-and-die tactic to locate the Queen and bypass the dungeon.
"Might as well get on with this."
"You take the port, I'll take the starboard."
Oh, hell no. Boys, play the song!
"No, I think we should stick together just in case."
He flashes me a small smile.
"Worried, 'Earth's Most Powerful Lantern'?"
This is no time to be cocky, you yahoo. If the Queen has any more Anti-Lantern troops handy, you
will die, given that you lack OL's more esoteric techniques for resisting them.
"Yes."
A direct affirmative appears to put him off his stride a little. But he nods anyway.
OL ain't main-ling
Will. Of course he's not going to be as stubborn as Hal is.
"I guess that's fair. You taking point?"
"Until you start wearing better armour."
No time to rectify that now, alas. Not the best time to break in new gear. Especially powered armour with its long calibration time.
I sight a hangar about a third of the way along the hull. There should be an alert going out, but the Sheeda aren't scrambling to meet us outside. Which probably means that they're preparing to meet us inside.
So assuming standards dimensions…
IE, hope you don't hit an intervening wall. No telling how thick they are between rooms touching the outer hull.
My crumbler construct slams into the hull about forty metres from the entrance hole, punching clear through. My follow up is a low-yield antimatter device, the antiiron and iron in the core annihilating each other is a colossal blast! Light explodes through my hole, the exit, and several other patches of hull-
"…the hell..?"
OL, bringing the big booms. Pity Hal has to worry about restrictions like 'possibility of collateral damage' or 'mass casualties.'
-evaporate, burned through from the inside.
"Breaching charge."
Subtle. No need to worry about the guys inside if they're spread across the walls.
I rocket into the hangar, four rotating beams of orange light scything around and slicing through two Sheeda magic users who managed to get a shield up in time to survive the blast, as well as the walls and a cluster of large armoured insects whose armoured chitin is glowing cherry red from the heat and radiation they just absorbed.
And then gravity spikes and I'm thrown towards the wall, stabilising myself a second before I would have impacted, a crushing weight focused in the centre of my chest fighting against my environmental shield!
Oh, hell. We all know what that means...
"YOU'VE LEARNED, LANTERN."
A Huntsman walks slowly out of the smoke, spear in hand.
But this time, OL's prepared and loaded for bear. Spangly,
cosmic bear...
"BUT WITHOUT YOUR PET SCIENTISTS-"
I generate a gravity converter construct and fire it, a pure spite move on my part but hopefully one which will keep his attention off Jordan, who has just flown inside and-. Oh Eris, not a boxing glove you idiot!
<facepalm> And I'm now reminded of that Justice League animated movie involving the formation of the New 52 League... Where glowy green douchebag guy Hal forms a big fist and slooooowly flies over to Darkseid, who just pimpslaps him into a wall...
The Huntesman crushes my construct-
"-YOU ARE WITHOUT WEAPONS TO-."
-as the boxing glove hits him from behind and… Actually staggers him. I… Okay then?
...It caught him by surprise, maybe?
The Huntsman spins, spear waving as the universe bends. I see Jordan's right arm and the ribs on the right side of his body snap, but the Huntsman's attention is off me.
And the Sivanas gave me the design of their anti-Huntsman gun. The improved version, rather than the one they cobbled together on Venus.
Muhahahahaa! Bye-bye, bad guy.
I aim as Jordan's second boxing glove is crushed, and then fire.
The Huntsman's outline shimmers, whatever it is that makes up his body visibly flaking off.
I'll give Hal props for not passing out from pain, but I have to dock them for trying the boxing glove
again.
"WHAT?"
He expands slightly, becoming thinner, less substantial.
"THIS ISN'T…"
And dammit, now I have TF'86 Unicron's death scene playing in my head... An elderly Orson Welles trying to sound pained as a giant robot pulls its own leg of then explodes...
Shred desires.
His face goes blank, his body collapsing to his knees as he gradually fades away to nothing.
Easy kill, no XP for you. And no loot, either? lame.
"Easy when you know how, huh?"
"You alright?"
Thanks for tanking, Hal. Next time, try
not getting hit. Or we'll have to start calling you Green Distraction.
Jordan nods, construct-splinting his arn and pulling out his own purple ray device.
"I'm good."
"Then let's hit the next one."
Sweep and clear. I have the feeling the Queen's going to have a lot less troops when this is done.