"I've already told your Lex, but I've concluded that your attempts at uplift are… Passable."
"Be still my beating heart."
Well, compared to the Paragon, you
are taking a harder road. Not that you know that. Then again, the Paragon doesn't have a Space Fleet on Earth yet,
and he got hit harder by the Sheeda because of it...
"I've outlined a few areas for improvement-."
"Please tell me you didn't say that to Lex."
I do hope there wasn't
too much shouting...
He sits up slightly and gives me a marginally larger portion of his attention.
"Why ever not?"
"Because as much as he's doing better these days, we've still got a considerable distance to go before he'll be capable of responding rationally to criticism like that."
No doubt I!Lex knows how to handle himself around himself...
I generate a construct chair and sit down.
"And speaking of that-."
"I became aware of my own irrationality a few months ago. I was exposed to a variant of phobaline hydrochorate twice in my life, but only found out about it relatively recently."
The central conceit of the Fanfic he came from, in fact. Let's just say his response to it was..
Impressive.
I frown. "Fear toxin? The effects of short term exposure end… At most after a month. Unless the dosage was… Near-lethal-."
"A variant, designed to cause long term paranoid tendencies."
Far more subtle than the
sledgehammer Crane has been using, really. I believe the not-so-good Professor was
upset when he found his work had been misappropriated...
Lantern Grayven, that could be a useful addition to your arsenal.
"Right. Excuse me a moment, my ring's talking to me."
Thankfully, I!Lex should be well familiar with that, given his creation of a will-based Lantern Corps of his own.
"Concerning what?"
I raise my right hand and create a construct of Sinestro, mentally granting my AI full control of it. Other Lex looks at the man, clearly recognising him.
Dressed in the rather odd tights of his earlier renegade days, or a full Sinestro Corps uniform, I wonder? Not that there's too much difference besides colours.
"Sinestro."
"Technically, an AI based on Sinestro 14's memories and intuitions. He had it imprinted on his ring so that in the event of his death it would seek out someone who could continue his work. I've been calling it 'Sinestro', but that Sinestro was killed years ago."

Yay for the Justice Lords...
There's a tale to tell both Lexes. What happens when you push
too far.
"Sinestro, what was your creator's aim?"
"I was programmed to aid in the establishment of an orderly civilisation through fear; fear of my wearer personally and fear of retribution generally. However, reviewing my database makes it fairly clear that despite how he programmed me, Thaal Sinestro himself valued revenge against the Green Lantern Corps above society-building."
Yes, well, he
was in a somewhat more Red headspace when he had the Yellow ring crafted. Not so much that it impaired his capabilities, though, evidently.
Other Lex nods.
"I assume that you've met your Sinestro?"
He exhales sharply through his nose and raises his right hand, showing his ring.
Oh, boy
howdy has he ever. Didn't he make an appearance during '
Repetition/
Duplication'? During the team-up of Raul, OL and Zaul on their little trans-universal road-trip? Or am I being a little fuzzy-headed on the details again?
"When I left, our Sinestro was the Field Commander of the Gold Lantern Corps. The Guardians…" His expression darkens slightly. "Our Guardians were mostly interested in increasing their power, prestige and control. They struck out at civilizations that threatened their hegemony, using Earth as the storage site for potentially useful individuals. Here… Mars is still alive, and every piece of information I've been able to gather shows no sign that they were the hidden hand behind other extermination events."
Ah, yes. A characterisation of them much more in line with their
later incarnations. Not quite as bad as the
New 52 versions with their creation of a 'perfect' soldier, the 'Third Army'.
"Those reports aren't necessarily conclusive. They're mostly what other people think, not necessarily hard facts."
"I've been checking. Your Guardians are down to a handfuls of individuals, and their influence covers a far smaller area. The Guardians of my home universe couldn't tolerate that."
Well, yours are all dead now anyway, so it's not really a problem.
"Did they use the Corpse, or modified Manhunters?"
"Manhunters. Your Guardians used them as guards for secure sites and personal 'avatars' when their Lanterns require their support. I haven't been able to find a single infiltrator, and I've been looking hard."
And yes, he does mean the Corpse, as
Someguy Somewhere linked. The Guardian's secret Black Ops unit, complete with capsules that turn their Will's luminosity
down to the point of being
almost black. So they don't have that
telltale glow.
"That's a bit of a relief."
"Our Sinestro turned on the Guardians because they performed biological experiments upon his species." He looks at the construct. "What was your creator's motive?"
Boy, some universe get hit with the 'different for the sake of being different' brush, didn't they? Not
quite on the 'Just Imagine' level of 'well-known name, all-new character', though...
"He took over his homeworld and created what he considered to be a perfectly orderly society. Since that was a clear abuse of his ring's power, the Guardians banished him to the anti-matter universe. Unfortunately for them, the experience neither killed him nor convinced him that he was in the wrong."
I nod. "Something similar happened here, except that as far as I can tell he had a far better justification for his putsch. He still has supporters today."
I wonder how Korugar
is doing in the Renegade timeline? Clearly he's looked into it, but dismissed it as not a priority...
"With whom you stubbornly refuse to make contact. Even if you insist on building your support base in Vega or on Earth, an educated and loyal population could make themselves indispensable."
"Loyal to Sinestro, who I'll remind you is still out there somewhere."
Which is still a shoe tumbling up there, just
waiting to drop when Grayven least wants it to...

And that's
not taunting Murphy, that's just recognising a solid bit of foreshadowing...
Other Lex gives me a mild frown.
"You're ignoring him?"
Best not to poke the somewhat vexed former Green Lantern, who may or may not be watching the Orange Lantern Corps' rise very carefully. And getting ideas. Awful,
terrific ideas.
"I see no profit in confronting him. I'm not wearing a green ring, and I'm not doing anything he'd disapprove of. Given the skills that he's demonstrated to date, engaging with him in any way would probably result in us trying to kill each other. I don't need another yellow ring at all, and I'm certainly not going to risk either my life or my existing plans to get one."
Other Lex nods approvingly. "Commendably rational. But do you think he will be willing to ignore you?"
Let's not cross that bridge until you come to it. Still wouldn't hurt to have some plans in place. Maybe you could get on that, Lex?
"He has so far."
"His concern is justified. You are correct that Sinestro has no reason to target you, but given his existing antipathy to Earth's Green Lanterns it's hardly unthinkable that he might return to Earth at some point. If he does, he will investigate a second yellow ring."
Indeed. And I doubt Sinestro-16 would pass up the chance to collect a second ring, whatever benefit it might provide.
I shake my head.
"That's true of any number of interested parties. I'm not going to write up a huge list of everyone in the universe who might decide to take an interest and try to make plans for all of them. That way lies madness."
Or, you know, being Batman. Or Lex Luthor... Oh,
wait.
Other Lex isn't looking at me.
Heh.
Yes, he saw what you were doing there, and
he will remember that.
"Though I could-."
Sinestro's head jerks slightly.
Interesting that the AI is programmed to emulate such detailed body language, such as glancing away as if hearing a second call ringing.
"Lantern, I'm receiving an emergency request-." YOUR REALM IS UNDER ATTACK.
I come to my feet, dismissing the construct as I do so.
Memories of numerous RTS games flashed through my mind at that bit of Godspeech...
"Mother Box, boom tube!" "I Defend My People!"
BOOM!
And Grayven's responding much as any player would, I see.
I sprint forwards, my heavy footfalls denting the floor as I run out onto the…
12th July 2012
12:56 GMT -8
The streets of Aberrance, screams guiding me in the direction of the former site of the Metamorphodrome, now Uncorp's primary chirurgical centre.
Now, if my calculation is right, this would have been
right in the middle of that emergency appointment Cranius had scheduled. Well, I guess he and the Wizards found
something...
Ring, find Cranius!
By your command.
Got a location. Communication channel.
One of the prime assets in this arrangement, of course.
"Cranius, I'm here, what's going-"
A colossal arc of lightning scythes through the tops of the surrounding buildings!
"-on?"
Ah, the good old 'all hell breaking loose' cliffhanger. It's been a while since Grayven felt
that little narrative convention, hasn't it?