These clearly aren't Reach ships, just small fleets they hire to 'provide security' in the areas they're observing. Mostly to make sure that external parties don't get a better look at the Reach's true fleet capacity. And also to indulge in a little raiding here and there against targets who are reluctant to accept Reach 'protection'.
They're basically privateers, then. Private citizens given limited capacity to roam and raid anyone not flying Reach colours... Something that wouldn't fly on Earth, under modern rules of engagement.
My construct sheer snips through the shielding around the frigate's dorsal turret and slices it clean off the hull.
Still, on the off-chance that they're a reasonably upstanding private security firm, I'd rather not slaughter them out of hand. Heck, Dox would probably hire them on in a slightly modified version of their current role if he thought they'd keep to the terms of the contract.
Probably dependant on how
willing they'd be to change their ways, I suppose? I suspect they've grown quite accustomed to raiding, and just declaring 'Oh, they weren't Reach, so it's fine.'
Probably need to stick their ships back together a bit, first.
"I'm still perfectly willing to accept your surrender."
Nice guy OL. After all, killing them is a waste of useful resources. Whether it be any information they can provide, or their future service.
The cruiser that still has guns fires another volley… In my general direction. I'm close enough that sensor lag shouldn't be a problem, so I… Guess that their gunnery just isn't accurate against small targets?
"May I ask why you're do insistent about this?"
Wait, do they think he'll kill them if they surrender? Has the Reach been telling tall tales about Orange Lanterns?
I'm not transmitting to their communications array. I'm broadcasting to every communications device on each of the ships, which means that the entire crew can hear that I'm saying that not interested in fighting them.
"Because you're enslaving people's minds and forcing them to serve you!"
Hey now, he's only done that
once. To a
large group, anyway.
I frown, scoffing as the sheers snip through the hull, severing a main power conduit and causing the ship's safeties to shut down most of the ship's systems.
"You work for the Reach."
Honestly, what did they
think they were doing? Did no-one on the crew stop and ask "Are... Are
we the bad guys here?"
"We do not work for the Reach!"
"You're a Security Fleet in the Reach Periphery. Who do you think you work for?"
Probably a shell company, funded by another company and another, in a chain reaching back to the Reach themselves. Plausible Deniability, and all that...
"It's a development zone!"
"That's technically an accurate statement, yes."
As long as the 'development' is Reach space expanding. At the cost of local populations...
I grab the now-disabled frigate and reduce its relative momentum to zero before shoving it into a cluster with the other crippled ships.
"In the same sense that I 'develop' a forest when I cut it down so I can build a mine. Look, you're running out of functioning ships. Once they all stop working the option for parole rather evaporates."
In simpler terms: Come along quietly, or there will be
trouble. ...Well,
more trouble.
"I won't be-!"
There's a… Humming round.
Sounds like the crew is taking matters into their own hands... Or
whatever manipulation extremities they might have. No guarantee they're anthropomorphs.
"Commodore?"
The still-mobile ships kill their acceleration and close what still-functioning gun ports they have.
Yeah, that's a pretty clear sign of surrender. Or some bizarre form of 'just kill us now, then.'
"This is Captain Graan. The commodore-."
"Say no more. Do you have the authority to negotiate with me?"
Given he just shot his boss in the back? I'd say he's claiming it whether he does or not.
"At the moment, yes. What are your intentions?"
"I'm going to check your crew for Reach plants or mental tampering. After that, you'll have a choice between leaving the region or remaining. I will warn you now that if you opt to remain, we will take a significantly closer look at what you've been doing in this region."
And you don't want that. It might prove to be.. terminal...
"And what else?"
"The Orange Lantern Corps doesn't hold naked self-interest against people. If your company made a deal with the Reach to keep yourselves alive… Heck, I'd probably have done the same in your position. But we're going to be working with the people of this region and expelling the Reach with extreme violence. If you or particular members of your company have gained too much notoriety, then I'm afraid that we'll give you a show trial and then kill you because we're not offering you a chance to live because we're nice but more because you're not worth the bother."
Rather reasonable, really. It all comes down to how
nice a group of privateers they were...
"I'm not-. We just do patrols."
"Then you probably won't have anything to worry about. And of course if you accept parole and come back while the war is still ongoing then we'll automatically kill you, so that's not a safe option."
Because that will imply collaboration, and the next orange Lantern they face might not be so reserved as OL.
Quick scan…
"I'm afraid that I'm going to need to rush you. My presence is required elsewhere."
Ah, the shooting's started elsewhere? I see Dox is wasting no time at all.
"Is that something we can assist with?"
"Possibly. I'm willing to suspend judgement and offer payment relative to the level of aid you are actually able to provide. "
So be
very clear: Just how
useful can you be to him?
I begin jamming communication out from the fleet. They can talk to each other, but they can't warn anyone else.
"We're liberating the Reach-held world of Callallan. Any data you can provide on Reach operations there would be appreciated."
So, that's the world they're hitting, the lightly-touched annexed planet. Anyone recognise the name? The DC Wiki finds nothing.
"We have.. maps-?"
"We have maps. I was really more talking about-."
Anything
more than something even the most basic ring-user can manage to learn? Because they aren't really showing their best cards here.
And there's the emergency transponder squawk Reach plants use.
"Excuse me a moment."
Because of course the Reach had infiltrators in the fleet. They're such control freaks, why would they allow
anything to operate independently without being monitored?
I step out
and reappear next to… Oh, that's a bit obvious. They weren't even trying to keep their mind-state anything like it's original shape. I grasp the purple flesh of the plant's bald head and brand. Are they-?
Not subtle, then. I wonder if the guy was a member of the crew before they started under the Reach, or if he joined after?
The sigil shimmers into existence and the Reach-programmed 'security' operative drops their communicator.
No suicide device. Low priority, or a long term asset, I wonder?
Easily replaced tool, probably. About as valuable as a surveillance bug... in a Bond movie.
"Sorry, one of your crew just tried sending a message out. Looks like a class two neural overlay. Might I suggest vetting people in future?"
"You're-? On board?"
I bet they thought they were
safe when he flickered out of sight. Bet there were spikes of
Hope...
"Not on your ship. I felt that having a conversation remotely might make things easier. Make me a little less intimidating. So I'm afraid that I'm going to have to take this gentleman off your hands until we can get it removed. Can I ask-?"
"We will accompany you and offer you any and all aid. Some.. of our ships will need repairs-."
Pfft,
no. As if OL would allow you a gun to shoot him in the back, or a horse to run away on?
"No no, I'll just drag them with us. You're far too slow anyway. Please bare in mind that I'm going to be really upset if you try and backstab me."
"I will not forget."
Basically dismantling his fleet's ships with about as much concern as, say, buttering a slice of bread, probably goes a long way into convincing him to play nice.
"Good show."
I
step
back outside the ship and drag the more distant vessels together.
"Warp in two, one, now."
Now, let's see what Dox and the NEMO fleet have been getting up to, eh?