What… Happened..?
"Are you you, or do I gotta shoot you again?"
Ouch, I'm not sure what was worse for the Renegade: The arrow shooting or her abuse of the English language.
'Do I got'-?
My face creases up. "Please don't use grammar like that around my children. I want them to-."
And it looks like the Renegade is in the driver's seat right now. Assuming they did merge as some of us surmised.
I feel pressure on my broken-. No, not broken? Arm, as Artemis pulls me up. I Am Sworn To Carry Your Burdens, Apparently.
"I'm sure it woulda been real clever, but you need to pretend to be the other guy when Sinthia gets back with the queen."
That won't be
too hard. Just channel your inner
Chuunibyou. Sneer haughtily, scowl at any backtalk and swagger about like you own all you survey.
I regain my feet and focus my eyes… Yes, eyes working, body… Not in any sort of pain and I should be. I feel a momentary impulse to check my wounds and face, but suppress it. The other Grayven wouldn't-.
"Can you make a fake body, really fast?"
Yeah, going to be
suspicious if one or the other isn't around to be paraded in defeat...
"Why are there arrows sticking out of my-?"
Clean The Carcass.
I frown as the arrows sticking painlessly in my body in various places vanish. "You know I hear that, right?"
Well, at least it didn't
hurt. Not for him, anyway. I'm sure
Grayven hated it.
"Focus, Grayven."
"You know that's not actually my name? I just faked it to steal stuff from the Forever People, and then this all happened."

...Holy crap, he really
is out of it if he just casually
admitted it like that. Then again, she and Lynne are possibly the two
closest people to him, and if he can't trust
them with it, who
can he trust?
"What?!" She blinks in astonishment, but recovers. "No. No, not-. Not urgent, but you're going to be explaining that later."
"Sure thing, Artemis." I smile at her. I'm really lucky to have her. "I'm happy to share anything with you."

...Is the
Honesty arrow still stuck in there somewhere?
Might want to double-check. Or maybe this is just the post-
Harm
ony high.
Her face falls. "I think I might of shot you too hard."
"Have shot-."
"Body!"
Ah, right, covering up the fact that Grayven-16 is no longer amongst the
corporeal. Not sure why they can't just reveal that, but I suspect Sinthia, at least,
might object. And The Renegade is in
no shape for a Ringslinging battle.
Ah… Right. Ring, I need a reasonable facsimile.
By your command.
Well, at least the Orange Ring is talking to him. We'll see what Ringnestro thinks
later, I guess.
Light strobes out of my ring, building up a fake body on a section of the floor. It's not biological and it won't pass any sort of investigation and… It's taking longer to do this than it used to.
Wait, I-.
Probably so full of
good vibes, it's hard to be focused in
wanting things. Besides
munchies, ya know what I mean,
maaaan?
"What?"
"I remember arriving here. Ah, and activating the Orrery. And-. Artemis, what happened?"
To be fair, I'm not sure
anyone knows exactly what did go on, barring the Cosmic Author himself.
"I'm-. Not.. sure. Either you merged together and I made sure that you won, or you got erased by the Omega Effect and I shot the other Grayven until he turned into you."
"Oh." That's… Bad.
So... Can we look forwards to
occasional backsliding into Grayven-16? Perhaps when he's pretending just a bit
too hard?
"Do you still remember you? I mean, Earth Grayven?"
"I live in a mountain near Rifle, Colorado, and have adopted nine…"
Better than a mansion and a yacht, for sure.
I suddenly get a flash of Grayven's actual interactions with Mortalla. Of her talking to him after one of the walks he took with Father-. Darkseid-. I think she was actually trying to mother him, though… Yes, I feel his feelings. He didn't even notice.
"Nine children. And-. I think it's going to be easier for me to take control of Grayven's military… I don't think you're going to like this."
Upside, pretending to be Grayven will be
easier, once he gets it all sorted out in his head. Maybe set it up so that Grayven and Renegade memories are compartmentalised, though? Something to work out with Manchester Black, perhaps.
"If I surrender to you. 'You'."
"And probably if Lynne does as well. The Queen is going to be trickier, and then I've got to decide what we're actually going to do with the fleet."
Since I don't expect ordering them to fly into the nearest sun will work... No matter
how hard they're whammied, I don't you'd overcome their self-preservation instincts
that easily.
"You're not just gunna kill them all?"
"We didn't kill all the Sheeda."
"We needed the Sheeda."
True. At least they
tried to leave the Sheeda better than they found them, too.
"I don't feel like slaughtering an entire people. Even if they kind of deserve it."
"Again."
There's that post-
Harm
ony high for you.
"I don't feel like slaughtering an entire people, even if they kind of-"
She chuckles quietly.
"-deserve it. Mother Box, boom tube to Lynne."
I mean, it'd be, what, the
third time you did so?

You'd think you'd have plenty of
practice at it, by now.
Ping.
"I take your point, but these aren't the-"
"Nice to have
you back. I didn't like the other fellow at
all."
BOOM!
"-citadelians or the psions. They're chancers in a violent universe. If wouldn't be right to exterminate them without at least giving them a chance to get onboard."
I suppose that's
one way to look at it, but their less savoury cultural practices are
pretty baked in by now. It'd take
some doing.
She regards me curiously for a moment. Then something occurs to her. "And the Justice League's here."
"And the Justice League's here. So, are you alright swearing allegiance?"
Oh, boy. That's going to take some
explaining to head off any Righteous Face-Punching coming 'Grayven's way.
She shrugs. "I basically have anyway."
"Thank you. I-."
Yeah, spending centuries together in the future have
that basically locked in. It'd take acting like
Darkseid to lower her opinion of you by this point.
Sinthia and the two surviving Zamarons escort a blood-splattered Queen Clryssa out of an adjacent corridor and bring her before me. I pause for a moment, then focus on.. Grayven's memories of how he dealt with these people.
I turn slightly away, letting them bring the queen closer before I acknowledge-.
There we go. Play the aloof arsehole. You're a
natural at that.
Lynne steps through the boom tube.
**Poppet, play along.**
**Daddy?**
At least with Lynne, it's easier to explain.
**Probably. [Images of my fight and what Artemis said.] I'll need you to clue the queen in without the others picking up on it.**
**Yes, Daddy.**
Been a
while since we've seen the Renegade be so
open telepathically. Guess he's got some work to do rebuilding his mental fortress, eh?
Lynne walks towards me, stopping exactly the same distance away as Artemis is standing. I don't hear any telepathic traffic between them, but they both kneel at the same time. Now, if there was another New God here this would be a problem. This sort of pledge involved deliberately binding one soul as subject to the other. But since there's no one here who can pick up on it, I settle for stepping forward and touching each on the head.
Yeah, playing at the benediction of a gracious tyrant... I doubt Grayven-16 would have been quite so
gentle about it, though...
"Rise, my servants."
"Lord Grayven." / "Lord Grayven." **I've told her.**
Probably got a sarcastic **Yeah, I
figured.** in return.
Then I turn to the queen. I don't see anything in her manner that suggests that she's in any way reassured, but she's a reasonable politician and can probably control her own features to a degree.
"Queen Clryssa. I have won. I can send the worlds of the Vega Systems crashing into one another at will and your throneworld lays under my guns. You will offer me your surrender, and then we will draft the peace treaty. Hopefully, no occupation will be necessary."
Not that he
would anyway. Grayven
might have let his gordanians loose on the Crown Imperium as a reward, but the Renegade has no truck with such
unpleasantness.
"And if I refuse?"
"If all of the suns of Vega were to go nova, you would have roughly a century to evacuate your entire empire before the radiation wave hit and this region was scoured of life. And then there are the casualties that the Crown Imperium would suffer as my fleet eliminated its military capacity. Surrender really is for the best."
And thus the Renegade expands his sphere of influence. Not quite as
nicely as he might have done it, but what's done is
done. Barring a last-minute show of defiance from the Queen.