"Were these images shown to you by the parasites?"
"No, I recorded them in person on Earth -or as I like to call it, 'Hard Mode'- while… Well, that one of Scott Free-"
The joy of being such a
provincial being. No conception of the
greater world. Sparta and her ilk are sitting at the bottom of a well, and pretending they know
all there is.
I make the image pulse.
"-and Big Barda was taken not long after we first met, and that one of Canis was when he broke into an art gallery with a hostage because he couldn't resist the opportunity to study alien art, and… That's the guy they sent to assassinate him. Did you find an example of their technology somewhere and innovate based on it?"
Ooh, nice attempt to gain a retry, eh? Alas, I doubt her mood will improve
any.
Almost certainly not, as the machinery that would be required to do that is significantly more advanced than any of the non-New God stuff I've seen either Karrakanian faction use. But I want to give her a face-saving out, just in case she's amenable to negotiat-.
"Lies."
Okay,
Negotiation looks to be off the table. Hopefully this can still be resolved without
violence, though.
Of course.
"If you don't believe me, we can just pay them a visit. You have a boom tube generator, I have the spatial coordinates. Or you could restore my ring's long-range communications and I can get one of Earth's many Lanterns to put them on? Look, I can understand if you want to keep it quiet, but one way or another your conflict is getting resolved here. The local team aren't in any condition to-"
OL,
enough. Your Diplomacy modifier is so far in the negative right now, it can't even
see zero from where it is... It's not going to magically wrap back around to plus-infinity.
Stupefied By My Splendour.
A blue and black aura spikes around Sparta's head and her bodyguards stumble backwards, their eyes growing vacant. Athyns stumbles and half-collapses backwards.
**Fall.**
Ah, resorting to the age old 'Shut up!', backed by psychic attacks. The clear sign of someone
losing the argument.
"-take advantage…"
**Fall.**
I can feel her, the mental pressure she's… Bringing to bear. I'm not staggering because my armour's motive control isn't letting me.
Careful, though, you might end up dying standing up...
Ugh.
Sparta… Closer. Floating… Balls…
...No, I'm pretty sure she's
female, OL.

Or are you just
swearing?
"You shouldn't be able to resist, alien. Is there a god in your ancestry as well?"
Balls. Last time… Neural chaff. This time… Ball.
Ah, go for the sneaky 'yoink!' while she's distracted, eh? No god, certainly, though. Just the heart of a primal force that even your ancestors
respected.
"I will simply have to risk making an enemy of the Orange Lanterns. I cannot have anyone knowing that I'm depending on another."
Recording?
Whoopsie. Too bad she put everyone under. At least he got it on tape, though I suspect some of her followers will deny the
truth of it...
Confirmed.
Sparta raises right hand, bright glow.
"I will ensure that you receive the proper rites."
Yeah,
right. You'll say something over the pile of ash?
I can feel the balls.
My balls. Our balls.
Unleash the Orange Light! Because if I read that right, he's having a little
Ba-BUM moment with the Ophidian...
"Whu-?"
Strands of orange leap from my spear, binding themselves to each of the Seeds. Sparta slashes at a strand with her claw of solar plasma and… Ah, I cause it to cool and dissipate as an act of will.
Best feeling, subverting the enemy's own power against them...
"I'm a thaumovore with an orange power ring. I've been feeding on the energies of your Ascendants ever since this fight started."
Let's see… That one belongs to Crius. And remove the mental paralysis from Athyns-
Preferably while leaving Sparta's troops napping. Two against one sounds fair.
"Ah!"
"I've been adding your magic to my soul. Effectively, I'm-"
Separate!
The deck buckles as Sparta draws on the power of Themis to reshape the rock of New Cronus, and then quietens as I use that same power to resist.
Sparta may have the edge in
skill, but OL's got
power to burn...

Until he runs out of charge.
"-you. Any chance we could settle this like civilised beings?"
"Guards!" "Awaken!"
Well, spit. Athyns might have to play Tank while OL runs Crowd Control on Sparta... Or maybe the other way around...
Her somewhat stunned bodyguards blink, eyes widening as they see their leader and some orange rando in combat.
She's not going to take the gracious way out. And I can't put her guards back to sleep now that she's trying to keep them awake. We're got about a half-share of the orbs each.
So it's basically a tug-of-war for the power.
Great.
But I'm piggybacking on her access, and she wasn't designed to use the Seeds.
I swing the butt of my spear to strike the Ascendant closest to me on my left, and Athyns doesn't bother drawing a weapon as he tackles the not-quite-with-it Ascendant with the axe to my right.
If OL can get at least one of the Titans up, maybe
they can tilt the balance.
"Kill them!" "Die!"
I feel… Whatever she just tried to do pass over me with no effect, but Athyns loses his grip and his target manages to strike a glancing blow to his head, forcing him off them.
Whoops, debuffs!
Ring, play the recording, loudly.
Compliance.
Just be sure to be ready to heal any
friendly ear damage...
"Look, I can understand if you want to keep it quiet, but one way or another your conflict…"
The Ascendants snap from planning to rush us to a cautious guard, watching the image for an attack. But that makes them see when Sparta stunned them, and-
I wonder how many doubted her
before seeing that...
"I will simply have to risk making an enemy of the Orange Lanterns. I cannot have anyone knowing that I'm depending on another."
-there's the confession. They know that they felt weird there, and Sparta can't edit their memories further with me in partial control.
...Because I suspect that number has grown
considerably now.
"Who are you depending on, Sparta? You may as well tell us."
"It's just an illusion!" Your Queen Commands!
Uh-
uh, honey. No mind-whammying them into subservience
now.
I feel the pressure of her spiritual force, stabbing the 'bloke wearing a lab coat and a stethoscope wandering around a hospital is fine' buttons in my brain. No, that's not how logic works!
Argument From Authority Fallacy.
That's one way to resist outside control, I suppose. And how very
OL of OL to phrase his Godspeech that way...
Athyns' opponent shoves him back but doesn't follow up, staring with concern at the hologram. I set it to play on loop.
"You know things got a bit strange there for a moment. That's what happened. Sparta is lying to you; maybe not about everything, but definitely about where the weapons and armour you're using come from. You're supposed to be her chief agents, the next step down in the feudal pyramid. And she's keeping something like that from you, and trying to wipe your minds when I tell you."
I can't imagine
that makes any of them happy. It's a good bet many of them were on the fence
already, given she seems to have press-ganged and indoctrinated many of her fellow demigods into this crusade...
"I don't really care who wins this internal Karrakanian religious dispute, but it seems to me that it's hard to make good decisions without accurate information, whatever your inclinations."
"Sparta?" The Ascendant physician who followed us in turns his head slightly towards her, while still keeping me in their visual field. "What is this?"
Ah, the first dissenter. Let's hope she doesn't respond how
most children do when having a
temper tantrum...
"I kept this from you because there are things it best that you not know! And now this alien-."
"NO!" The Ascendant tears his helmet off and throws it at her feet. He's… Not very old. "I have killed thirty four Karrakanians today, and a dozen aliens! Our world was ruined by the Ascendant just.. fighting for their own interest! I follow you because you said that you had a better way, and now you tell me that you were lying too?!"
Ah, the voice of
rebellion. And with every voice raised against her, her self-proclaimed authority
crumbles further.
The other Ascendants shift slightly. They are deeply unhappy, and if Sparta's got any sense-.
BOOM!
Now, is Sparta
running, or could that be her
sponsor coming to step in?