16th September 2012
14:57 GMT -5
Overman frowns.
"I do not have one of those."
We're approaching Peru from the south, so as to better avoid the gaze of the Demon Superman. Frankly… Yes, he could hit us from here. He can probably track us by sound even assuming that he
doesn't have the ability to extend his awareness using the planet's thaumosphere, which he probably does.
Superman raises his eyebrows.
"You don't? Jor-El included the seed crystal in my pod."
"Mine may have been destroyed during the early attempts by the Reich's scientists to understand Kryptonian technology."
Superman nods. "I could have my Fortress make another one, if you want it."
"In my society, showing clearly my allegiance to an alien culture would not be wise."
"In mine, people keep their traditions of their homelands at the same time as taking on new ones."
Overman gives his head a small shake. "I do not live in yours. And… While I would prefer it if the Reich did things in that manner…" He pauses. "I do not like to speak positively of it, but I have had the opportunity to compare nations similar to yours with my own. There are benefits to uniformity. They are simply not worth the evil we did to gain them."
We can see the South American Fortress from here, and it… Seems to be relatively intact. We're too far away for my rune stone to pick up anything more than the background magic level, but there's something… Odd about the surrounding forest. There are towns in the general vicinity of the Fortress, but I've yet to see anything that shouts 'demonic superhero' or Wolf Krieger himself.
"So I can level the site from here, if that's what we're considering.
"
Superman shakes his head. "Any of us could do that. But we're trying to save these people."
Overman shrugs. "I would rather not kill them, but until we see a portal of my Earth we do not truly
know that this is the true site."
I alter my mouth and eyes to resemble those of the local Marked, including the 'S' tattoo on my forehead.
"I can go and take a closer look. Unless they open the portal in the open we're not going to see it from here.
"
Angelika looks sceptical. "Do they
have an Orange Lantern?"
"How would
they know?
" I shrug.
"I can't make it much more realistic than this. Last time I metabolised demonic magic I.. became someone I didn't like.
"
Now she's concerned. "What did you do?"
"I broke up with Jade on the grounds that our relationship didn't provide a benefit to me proportional to the time I was investing.
" I shrug.
"She shot me until I got better.
"
Overman looks me over. "Do you think that you can pretend to be as deranged as they are?"
Superman clears his throat and looks away.
"I'm not going to be completely au fait with the local patois, but I'm confident of my ability to perform reconnaissance.
"
Overman considers the idea. "What race are the people of Peru on this Earth? Could we all fit in?"
"Everyone speak Spanish?
" All three of my companions nod.
"Then maybe. I can't reshape your faces, but if you pretend to be cultists, that might work. You'll need to change your clothes, obviously.
"
Overman nods. "Superman?"
"I'd rather we stay together on a world like this."
"Right then. Dishevelled Peruvian peasant it is.
"
Take a few pictures from ring records, adjust for size and… And opaque construct modesty screens and change. Lastly, 'S' stickers for their foreheads…
Eh. They're all too good looking and healthy to really sell it, and blonde hair's not exactly
common in Peru, but… It should work for a little while.
I generate a construct topographical map, and we all examine it.
"Here." / "Here."
Overman and Superman point to the same position, out of sight of the settlements with enough high ground to cover us as we approach from the air. Angelika nods.
"Should I go somewhere else? We don't know what the relationship between the superhumans and Marked cultists is.
"
Angelika nods, rolling her eyes. "You want to land in the middle, don't you?"
"Seems quickest. Overman, how much caution did the superhumans who attacked you show?
"
"None. The Marked cultists, a little more."
"There we go. If they're all violent Demon Superman-fixated crazies, I should be able to fit right in.
"
Superman nods. "We'll come in low, but we'll be listening for your voice. You can assume that we'll hear everything you say."
I flash him a slasher-smile and a mock-salute and then rocket away. I see them drop down to start their approach, then flare my corona into a burning orange fireball. I don't know if drawing attention to myself will actually
achieve anything here, but I don't see how it can
hurt.
Let's see… How was their voice altered?
"I bear the-.
" Hm.
"I bear the mark. Tell me his commands!"
Yes, that'll do it. Right, no sense mucking about. I'll head right for the Fortress at maximum flight speed. It'll attract attention, if nothing else.
Alert! Will detected!
I frown as
a green glow rises from the Fortress. A Lantern? That might explain why the Corps were so concerned, but assuming they remote destructed the ring's AI they shouldn't have to worry about them getting off the planet. The figure heads my way and I… Don't
recognise them. They have the signature wide mouth and a green-burning 'S' on their forehead, but I have no idea of their character.
I don't alter course and react to them coming my way at all, even as they
fly towards me. Looks like he's slower than me.
"Who are you? Why are you-"
I fly past him, and he
reverses direction to keep up with me. His legs… Huh. They're actually constructs. Curious.
"-here?"
"I hear his commands and I obey! There is no other purpose!"
He gives me a too-broad smile.
"Excellent! We are all his dutiful servants. I will guide you to his prophet, who will lead us to spread his word!"
I grin back.
"Take me there!"