16th September 2012
19:26 GMT
Back on Earth Prime, there once was a deal between Marvel and Detective Comics wherein they gave each other the opportunity to use near-copies of each other's characters.
DC took Doctor Octopus, Magneto and Doctor Doom and made
Gorgon,
Doctor Diehard and
Lord Havok. I never read any of the original comics, but they were brought back briefly when the Captain Atom version of Monarch went on a rampage in a fairly pointless crossover event that didn't go anywhere.
Marvel took the Justice League and made Squadron Supreme, which I didn't read either. But years later they brought them back in Supreme Power, which started strong and then sort of
stopped. I bought the first couple of collections because I liked…
I glance awkwardly at Overman and Angelika as they survey the devastation below us.
Because I liked that take on Superman's origin. Obviously if his pod came to Earth in the modern era it would be detected by deep space monitoring equipment, to say nothing of the radar stations in the United States. So their Superman -eventually going by the name Hyperion- is found by farmers in Kansas, and then an hour or so later their home gets raided by a black operations assault team and the child is forcibly removed. He then gets brought up in…
That's not really relevant. But looking down at the mud plane that appears to have been created by the destruction of the Three Gorges Dam, I
do remember a later issue where a scientist who studied him tries to accurately describe what would happen if he decided that he wanted to kill as many people as possible and quickly as possible.
Target infrastructure. Destroy a detached house in the country and you might get one family. Pull down a skyscraper in the middle of the working day and you'll get thousands of people. Target dams and cause floods and disrupt power generation, which kills…
I can recognise the demonic rune for 'greed' which someone cut into the world's largest oil producing regions. They're big enough to be visible from space with the naked human eye.
"Lantern." Overman doesn't look at me, but I see his eyes jumping from place to place as he takes in the devastation. "How many people are left?"
"Okay, so I'm trying to calculate when this happened based on the completion dates of infrastructure projects common to Earth Sixteen. I
think-.
"
"I do not
care about the infrastructure. Tell me about the
people."
"But if you don't know how many people they
were, you don't-.
"
"We can't save the
dead. Understanding-. We do not need to understand at this moment."
Ring?
"Ah, well my rings are struggling with some things due to the magic, but something in the region of one point five billion.
"
"My Earth had that many people in eighteen sixty."
"If he targeted cities, it-. Pre-Industrial Revolution. They'll have to have adapted to the… Break down in infrastructure. Products not being transported from place to place. No fuel means that colder places aren't habitable, at least not by the same number. Damaged water infrastructure-.
"
"Yes, I
know. It-."
His head snaps around, Superman's following an instant later.
"He knows we're here."
My rings aren't giving me a clear picture of Metropolis, but… That's the direction they're both looking in.
"How do you know?
"
"He's talking to us."
I look down at the ground. I don't think we have to worry about conventional attacks. The sort of military weapons that could affect us require far more infrastructure than the survivors have.
I glance at Angelika, but she just shakes her head. Must require super duper hearing.
There aren't
that many metahumans capable of flight in the world, perhaps a thousand at most. There won't be any Lanterns here because the Guardians aren't
that stupid-.
"Ring, contact Lantern Tomar-Re.
"
"Not found."
Of course, if they tried fighting and
lost, it would be Lanterns in neighbouring Sectors who are most likely to have been killed.
"Contact Lantern Green Man.
"
"Compliance."
Nothing happens for a moment, then his face appears over my ring.
"You're in a restricted area, Lantern. Leave now."
"I'm an Orange Lantern from a parallel universe. Please send whatever records you have relating to Earth, and ping the Guardians for the secure stuff.
"
"I am highly sceptical of your claims."
"You can check whether or not I'm a Green Lantern easily enough and you already know my location. If I'm already
on Earth, there's no further downside to giving me information.
"
"It is a deathworld ruled by monsters."
"Yes, that's why we're here. Anything you can do to help would be appreciated. Thank you, goodbye.
"
I hang up as Angelika watches my ring thoughtfully.
"We do not have a great deal of contact with the Green Lantern Corps. I only met Tomar-Re once, during negotiations on jurisdiction."
"You're internally unified and strong enough to hold off most external threats. There isn't any cause for them to have regular contact.
"
"They would have seen the worst of the mass murders."
"I don't think that they would hold that against subsequ-.
"
Superman
blurs and I'm shoved-. Why did-?
Two thick beams of red
burn through the air, hitting-
"Agh!" / "Ah!"
-Superman and Overman, while Angelika and I are out of their path. Idiot! Yes, I'm not
quite as tough as him, but in a high magic environment-.
I generate a construct shield inscribed with demonic runes for nullification and entropy between us and the direction that shot came from as Angelika flies to check on them. Their uniforms are singed and their flesh is reddened, but they're still in the air. Just a bit groggy. I take a purple healing ray out of subspace-.
And frantically throw myself to the side as a harpy shimmers into being out of nowhere and dives for me, talons extended!