"I just worked it out. But I don't think that I can get better than this."
"Could Lantern Gardner do the same thing?"
So, all that
orange last chapter was kind of an off-the-cuff idea? Maybe you should do the 'flying by the seat of your pants' thing more often, if it works out this well.
"Maybe. I don't know. I think that the mental process involved might be antithetical to the green light, but I could be wrong. I've never tried to work out what a strong-willing plant would be like. Or what would motivate one to become strong-willed."
"Adversity, I think."
...So, turning plants into scrabbly things that survive no matter what you do to root them out. Pretty sure there's
already a few plants like that.
"The fungoids seemed a bit too fatalistic for it to work for them. What have I missed?"
"We heff… A plan. It is not a plan which makes me… I do not like it. But it is all we heff."
So, that bad, huh? Still, if it saves humanity from utter domination at the hands of Darkseid's agent, then needs must, whatever the cost to their personal beliefs...
"Okay? What don't you like about it?"
"The Anti-Life encourages people affected by it to behave according to certain patterns. Scott Free spoke to us of the Lowlies of Apokolips."
So, what, you're going to have him counter-broadcast
Freedom? How...
American.
I nod.
"It seems that if a person acts as a New God, the Lowlies will instinctively treat that person as one. Even if they are not the source of the Anti-Life broadcast."
Huh...

Oh, I see where this is going. And no wonder Doctor 'Non-interference' Mist is so against it...
"Even if they're not a New God?"
"So it appears."
Then again, Lowlies probably have a
severe penalty to opposing Bluff checks.
I can't help but smile. "So the League are going to act like New Gods. In order to stabilise their home cities."
"It will turn the Earth into a war zone, as those enslaved to Mannheim fight against the people ruling everywhere else. This… Pattern has already begun to emerge as strong-willed brutes dominate those around them." He shakes his head in frustration. "Because why not?"
At least with the League doing it, you know the people they're commanding will be better protected. Because there are some real
monsters out there who are probably capable of managing it...
"Because.. the things that usually stop people doing things like that are suppressed by the Anti-Life. Morals aren't important. Righteousness and piety are… Lies. Lies, before the unmeetable stare of Mannheim."
"Yes."
And that's what's got Balewa grumbling? That they're
having to take advantage of it?
"Can they cope?"
"I don't know. I don't know." He shakes his head. "We think thet the robot will need some time to repair itself. Members of 'Task Force X' are being sent to hunt and destroy the helmets where they are stored and made. We can hold. If they are not reinforced from Apokolips, we can hold. And… I heff no better answer."
Though much of it is contingent on Apokalips sitting back and
waiting...
"I've still got a few hours left. Is there anything else I can do?"
"Betman wants you to gather information. To see what the rest of the world is like. There are… Only so many people who can risk taking part in this mission. And there are people whom we wish you to bring to a place of safety, and to relay messages."
People like members of the League's families, eh? Understandable, and if they know their loved ones are safe, they'll be more focused about rescuing everyone else.
"There aren't enough Justice League members… Even if you include the entire trainee team, there aren't enough to righteously dominate more than a tiny portion of Earth. Are people being nominated?"
He nods sadly. "There is a list of superhumans whom we think can do what is necessary. Not all will be protected… Outside what is offered by their new role."
On the other hands, those who have already succumbed might switch sides, especially if they aren't running around with Justifier helmets on...
"If that's the best you can come up with, then it's probably the best option that there is."
"It is a failure on my part."
Blame the one responsible for forcing this situation to come about in the first place, Doctor. Just picture the dumbfounded look on Mannheim's face when his control collapses... And maybe picture yourself punching that face afterwards.
"But think how much worse it would be-"
We step through the green portal in the air leading back into the Green, and Dr. Balewa closes it behind us once we're through.
Well, halfway back to the real world.We'll soon see what happened there...
"-if you hadn't joined the Justice League."
The area around the portal is a maze of thorns, thick and dangerous. They look like the wall outside of Brasília, but in an even more elemental place I'm going to assume that they're even less constrained by mundane matter.
Up to and including moving with unnatural haste and grace?
We stop and wait for a moment, then the thorns shift aside to give us access to the rest of the Green.
It's… Better?
There's grass, and t-. Ah.
It's a start, I guess?
The didn't try rebuilding the Green from scratch. They shifted Brasília here. Yes, if they put all the Green energy they could into the city, then shifting in here would be the best way to restore the locus. There's a haze of mist in the air, but now it's regular water vapour in the manner of a damp jungle during summer and not doom spores.
And in the distance, outside the limits of the city, I can see my tree, now by far the tallest structure here.
And in the process, leaving the city a barren wasteland of concrete and bare earth? I suppose it's even
more inhospitable now, then.
It's… A sound decision, and Euanthe appears to have demilitarised the place enough that the plants look leafy and fruitful. My only concern is where Swamp Thing is and where the Parliament ended up, because either could form a back door, and… I don't think this is something that we could repeat.
"I will see to the wards."
Yes, where
are the proper defenders of the Green? They seem to be derelicting their duty, if they allowed this to happen...
"I'll find Euanthe."
I rise into the air, then freeze as plants shift into a defensive posture, flowers and leaves vanishing and hardened seedpods emerging. I raise my hands.
Whoops. Looks like their IFF recognition still needs a little work.
"Friends, plants. Friends."
I wait, uncertain if they're… Considering it, or if they're reporting to Euanthe for review, or… Something along those lines. After a few moments they relax slightly, leaves still in a defensive posture. But the offensive parts return to their 'at rest' mode, and I take that as a sign that I can move. I go up, trying to-.
I half picture one making the 'I'm watching you' gesture, even though they don't have eyes. Or
hands.
Ah. There she is.
I fly at speed towards the grass field outside the city limits that Euanthe is walking through. She's in her combat body, antediluvian thorn armour on display and blades at the ready. Where she walks, plants of various kinds emerge from her footsteps, a wave of growth which spreads in all directions.
So, more or less in full
Kurnothi mode? Interesting to see the
fertile feet on display, though.
"Euanthe?"
She ignores me, walking… In the direction marked by my tree.
I suppose it's as good a landmark as any. Wonder if it's going to grow orange flowers...
I drift after her, watching the plants springing up in her wake.
"The souls of trees, ancient and primal. And now… They are gone. Mortality, even in the eternal Green."
Casualties of an unexpected, unwanted war, sadly.
"I'm sorry."
"I would not weep for a single tree, a single bush, but this… I don't have words, I don't have… Thoughts!" She shakes her head in anguish. "I don't know if I can make it again, if I can bring the souls of plantkind here and make them home. Dryads are near-meat, near-Red. It shouldn't be me who has to-!"
Well, until someone higher-ranked shows up, you're elected.
"What happened to the Parliament?"
"I don't know. They didn't come to me, didn't stay to die with their charges. The Great Champion is in the world somewhere and I don't know where."
Huh. Could be that the Anti-Life hit them hard... Could be that they fled in the face of it...
"Things don't go the way they should. They go the way they go. And if you're here, and they're not… If you're doing the job and they're not… Hail Queen Euanthe of the Green."
At that she stops, turning back to me with her hard wooden head staring at me.
Yeah, OL
does sound a little crazy, doesn't he?
"Queen. Eldest sister. I have grown much since we first met, and I wish with all my heartwood that I had never left Grandmother's glades. I wish I could run carefree through field and glen, troubled only by faun or woodman. I wish I could be so simple once more. But if there is no one else, then I must."
"Well…" I look over to the tree, where Dr. Isley is checking its health. "You don't need to do it on your own."
OL, you inveterate troll. Quit matchmaking, and let them find each other naturally.