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With This Ring (Young Justice SI) (Thread Fourteen)

Ripples (supplementary, Renegade option) New
23rd July 2013
20:23 GMT -7

Sunburst, as it turns out, is a yellow-pelted stallion with a white stripe down his nose, an orange mane, tail and… What do you even call that? Chin strip? Long thin weird beard thing. He's wearing glasses and -unusually- a blue cape speckled with turquoise stars.

He keeps looking at me nervously, but… That's to be expected. I am pretty intimidating.

Starlight on the other hand is besides herself with joy. She's actually prancing ahead of us as we head towards her laboratory.

I smile at the small stallion. "I don't think I've ever seen Starlight this excited before."

"Ah… Yeah. Me neither."

"I thought the two of you went back a long way."

"Oh, we do, but we haven't spoken since I.. went to Princess Celestia's school. I.. wrote a few times…" His eyes flick to me for an instant before averting themselves. "I kinda just thought she'd moved away or something."

"As.. I understand it, you going to the School while she had to stay behind caused her to develop a lifelong hatred of the whole special talent system which she's been constantly working to unmake ever since."

"Oh! Um. Whaw."

"She didn't mention that?"

"No. No, we were just.. catching up. She said she was doing revolutionary work and.. wanted me involved, so…" He risks looking at me again for a moment. "The… Whole.. special talent system?"

"Yes. So, ah… Try to keep her focused on finding a way to share talents, rather than expunge them. She's a very clever pony, but sometimes she can get a bit… Off-kilter."

He glances at me again. "Ah, yeah. 'Off-kilter'."

"Sunburst, have I done something to intimidate you? I assure you, despite my size, I'm actually…" He stops, blinking at me in incomprehension. "Ah. Something on my face?"

"On.. your back."

"My b-?" I twist my head around. On my back, Twilight snores quietly. "Oh, my back! I'd honestly forgot that she was there."

"Is she okay?"

"She's sleeping off a panic attack, panic exhaustion and ketamine injection. She'll be fine."

"She's a.. princess. What could make her panic?"

"I… Pointed out that she technically never graduated, and she went on a bit of a tear about getting her diploma sorted out."

"Isn't that completely redundant when she's a national heroine who's also an alicorn?"

"Yeees, but she's rather highly strung and gets… Upset, when things aren't as she thinks they should to be."

"I…" He looks towards Starlight's workshop, where the mare has disappeared. "Think I know what you mean."

"Okay, look. If you don't think you'll be comfortable working here, you can just say that. I'm not trying to twist your… Uh… Tail?"

"If you're looking for a phrase meaning 'use threats or force to gain compliance' then 'bite your ears' is the way it's usually phrased. And it's really more… I wasn't expecting to see Starlight ever again. It was just a bit of a shock when she turned up out of the blue like that."

"Was she not being entirely honest about how you two used to work together?"

"No, no! We did. She.. struggled with the theory and I.. could barely hold the matrix together. I-. Uh. Look, Starlight-. I think she got the impression that because I went to the Royal School that I had it made." He shakes his head. "Getting a cutie mark didn't suddenly mean that practical ability matched my theoretical understanding. I-. I spent years wishing that Starlight had come with me, hoping that she'd get her mark and turn up a little later. And when she didn't, I-. I focused on the part of my studies that I could handle… There's not a lot of call for a thaumaturgist who can't even teach because he can't demonstrate the spells."

"It sounds like your wish has been answered. A little late, yes, but you shouldn't look a gift horse… In the mouth."

"Huh?"

Right. Earth-horses are a mindbender for another day. "You should not examine a gift too closely. You got it for free, it's a pure benefit to you and it's insulting to the person who gave it to you if you're fussy about it."

He blinks. "Ah, the closest equivalent Equestrian phrase… If I'm parsing what you said right, it has the opposite meaning. I mean, even if someone gave you a bridge for free you should still check it before trying to use it to cross a ravine."

"Not all trite phrases really stand up to rational analysis. The point is, it sounds like you're getting an opportunity that you really want. If I'm making you uncomfortable, don't worry, I'm hardly ever around."

"I just don't feel like a guy like me who basically dropped out after the Princess took a chance on me-."

"Whah?" Twilight twitches on my back. "Not drop out? N' magic kindergarten. 'm good. 'm study hard."

Sunburst stares up at the recumbent being he is culturally conditioned to see as a living goddess.

He keeps staring as she starts drooling again.

I half-turn so that she's partially obscured. "Have you had a chance to read up on Sunset Shimmers new thaumaturgical notation?"

"I ordered a copy of her primer the moment I heard it existed. That won't be a problem." His eyes widen slightly. "Is she here? I'm a huge fan."

"She drops in every so often, but she's not based here."

He exhales in relief. "Ooh. Okay. That should give me time to make some headway so I've actually got something to talk about before I meet her. I-."

Poof!

Starlight appears next to Sunburst in a puff of turquoise, grinning in a way which very nearly looks natural. "Come on! I want to show you the lab!"

"Ah-. Sure. Prince Grayven, thank you-" Starlight starts walking again, this time wrapping her thaumokinesis around Sunburst's hunches. "-for taking a chance on me. I won't disappoint you."

I nod, smiling fondly. "I'm sure that you won't."

Right. Mother Box, hush tube back to Twilight's home, and we can drop her off in her bed.

Ping.

I step through the portal into her entrance hall. Good. With any luck-.

"Um. Mister Grayven?" Fluttershy approaches cautiously, Spike in tow. "Can I speak to you for a moment? If that's not too much trouble."

"Certainly. How can I help?"

"Well… I'm a little worried about Discord. I haven't seen him for a while, and I don't know what's happened to him." She sags slightly. "Unless he's just decided that he doesn't want to talk to me any more. And you were the last person who saw him. Um. It was-."

"Yes, no, I remember. Ah…" I should really have said something, but I thought that he'd have resolved his issue by now. "I gave him an idea and he was fighting himself over what to do about it. I sort of assumed that he'd have finished by now."

She looks at me… Like she's trying to be stern. "I don't think we should leave Discord on his own like that. I need your help to find him." She droops slightly again. "If that's not too much trouble, I mean."

"No, no problem. Any idea where he might have gone?"
 
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23rd July 2013
20:23 GMT -7


Sunburst, as it turns out, is a yellow-pelted stallion with a white stripe down his nose, an orange mane, tail and… What do you even call that? Chin strip? Long thin weird beard thing. He's wearing glasses and -unusually- a blue cape speckled with turquoise stars.

He keeps looking at me nervously, but… That's to be expected. I am pretty intimidating.
Ah, a trait of mythical unicorns often not seen on Equestrian Unicorns: The beard. I can see him being nervous, though. The Renegade is a very large Alicorn, and Unicorns typically aren't that large or sturdily built.

Starlight on the other hand is besides herself with joy. She's actually prancing ahead of us as we head towards her laboratory.

I smile at the small stallion. "I don't think I've ever seen Starlight this excited before."
Well, at least the reunion went well. No hard feelings on either side...

"Ah… Yeah. Me neither."

"I thought the two of you went back a long way."
About as far back as it's possible to go, really. Childhood friends and everything.

"Oh, we do, but we haven't spoken since I.. went to Princess Celestia's school. I.. wrote a few times…" His eyes flick to me for an instant before averting themselves. "I kinda just thought she'd been adopted or something."

"As.. I understand it, you going to the School while she had to stay behind caused her to develop a lifelong hatred of the whole special talent system which she's been constantly working to unmake ever since."
I'm guessing she binned them without reading. Angry at the time and all that.

"Oh! Um. Whaw."

"She didn't mention that?"
She might not have been completely clear about it back in the day, I suppose.

"No. No, we were just.. catching up. She said she was doing revolutionary work and.. wanted me involved, so…" He risks looking at me again for a moment. "The… Whole.. special talent system?"

"Yes. So, ah… Try to keep her focused on finding a way to share talents, rather than expunge them. She's a very clever pony, but sometimes she can get a bit… Off-kilter."
...That's putting it mildly.

He glances at me again. "Ah, yeah. 'Off-kilter'."

"Sunburst, have I done something to intimidate you? I assure you, despite my size, I'm actually…" He stops, blinking at me in incomprehension. "Ah. Something on my face?"

"On.. your back."
...Wait, does he still have Twilight...

"My b-?" I twist my head around. On my back, Twilight snores quietly. "Oh, my back! I'd honestly forgot that she was there."

"Is she okay?"
...Of course he does. Evidently her weight is so insignificant he didn't even notice it.

"She's sleeping off a panic attack, panic exhaustion and ketamine injection. She'll be fine."

"She's a.. princess. What could make her panic?"
Easy to think of them as invulnerable and unflappable, eh? Celestia is certainly so, most of the time...

"I… Pointed out that she technically never graduated, and she went on a bit of a tear about getting her diploma sorted out."

"Isn't that completely redundant when she's a national heroine who's also an alicorn?"
She's an academic. It's all about qualifications and paperwork, you know... If she's not properly accredited, who's going to take her seriously (in her mind, anyway.)

"Yeees, but she's rather highly strung and gets… Upset, when things aren't as she thinks they should to be."

"I…" He looks towards Starlight's workshop, where the mare has disappeared. "Think I know what you mean."
Heh. Those two are a lot more similar than they seem sometimes.

"Okay, look. If you don't think you'll be comfortable working here, you can just say that. I'm not trying to twist your… Uh… Tail?"

"If you're looking for a phrase meaning 'use threats or force to gain compliance' then 'bite your ears' is the way it's usually phrased. And it's really more… I wasn't expecting to see Starlight ever again. It was just a bit of a shock when she turned up out of the blue like that."
I get the feeling 'Twisting your tail' is something a little more... Intimate than it sounds.

"Was she not being entirely honest about how you two used to work together?"

"No, no! We did. She.. struggled with the theory and I.. could barely hold the matrix together. I-. Uh. Look, Starlight-. I think she got the impression that because I went to the Royal School that I had it made." He shakes his head. "Getting a cutie mark didn't suddenly mean that practical ability matched my theoretical understanding. I-. I spent years wishing that Starlight had come with me, hoping that she'd get her mark and turn up a little later. And when she didn't, I-. I focused on the part of my studies that I could handle… There's not a lot of call for a thaumaturgist who can't even teach because he can't demonstrate the spells."
Ah, interesting. He's gifted as a purely theoretical thaumatologist? A master of the intellectual aspects, but hardly talented in the practical...

"It sounds like you wish has been answered. A little late, yes, but you shouldn't look a gift horse… In the mouth."

"Huh?"
...Oooh, that sounds all kinds of problematic to Equestrian ears, I bet.

Right. Earth-horses are a mindbender for another day. "You should not examine a gift too closely. You got it for free, it's a pure benefit to you and it's insulting to the person who gave it to you if you're fussy about it."

He blinks. "Ah, the closest equivalent Equestrian phrase… If I'm parsing what you said right, it has the opposite meaning. I mean, even if someone gave you a bridge for free you should still check it before trying to use it to cross a ravine."
A reasonable precaution. But a good demonstration of how some things don't translate.

"Not all trite phrases really stand up to rational analysis. The point is, it sounds like you're getting an opportunity that you really want. If I'm making you uncomfortable, don't worry, I'm hardly ever around."

"I just don't feel like a guy like me who basically dropped out after the Princess took a chance on me-."
You'd be in good company. And I'm sure projects like this will let you get a diploma as a benefit...

"Whah?" Twilight twitches on my back. "Not drop out? N' magic kindergarten. 'm good. 'm study hard."

Sunburst stares up at the recumbent being he is culturally conditioned to see as a living goddess.

He keeps staring as she starts drooling again.
Hey, even Celestia was young once. I bet she moistened a pillow or two back in her foalhood.

I half-turn so that she's partially obscured. "Have you had a chance to read up on Sunset Shimmers new thaumaturgical notation?"

"I ordered a copy of her primer the moment I heard it existed. That won't be a problem." His eyes widen slightly. "Is she here? I'm a huge fan."
Oh-ho. I bet he's become a bit of a fanboy. Just the idea of standardised notation for thaumic analysis...

"She drops in every so often, but she's not based here."

He exhales in relief. "Ooh. Okay. That should give me time to make some headway so I've actually got something to talk about before I meet her. I-."
...He's totally gonna explode into spaghetti if he ever meets her, isn't he?

Poof!

Starlight appears next to Sunburst in a puff of turquoise, grinning in a way which very nearly looks natural. "Come on! I want to show you the lab!"
I can picture the grin, and it is not reassuring. 😨

"Ah-. Sure. Prince Grayven, thank you-" Starlight starts walking again, this time wrapping her thaumokinesis around Sunburst's hunches. "-for taking a chance on me. I won't disappoint you."

I nod, smiling fondly. "I'm sure that you won't."

Right. Mother Box, hush tube back to Twilight's home, and we can drop her off in her bed.

Ping.

I step through the portal into her entrance hall. Good. With any luck-.
"Certainly, dear. It's been quite the day for her, she'll need the rest..." Good plan with the hush tube. Any other method might well have been a rude awakening.

"Um. Mister Grayven?" Fluttershy approaches cautiously, Spike in tow. "Can I speak to you for a moment? If that's not too much trouble."

"Certainly. How can I help?"
Uh-oh. Fluttershy being proactive means trouble...

"Well… I'm a little worried about Discord. I haven't seen him for a while, and I don't know what's happened to him." She sags slightly. "Unless he's just decided that he doesn't want to talk to me any more. And you were the last person who saw him. Um. It was-."

"Yes, no, I remember. Ah…" I should really have said something, but I thought that he'd have resolved his issue by now. "I gave him an idea and he was fighting himself over what to do about it. I sort of assumed that he'd have finished by now."
Oh dear... I shudder to imagine what he's gone and created... An alternate universe of Ponies, perhaps? :eek:

She looks at me… Like she's trying to be stern. "I don't think we should leave Discord on his own like that. I need your help to find him." She droops slightly again. "If that's not too much trouble, I mean."

"No, no problem. Any idea where he might have gone?"
It may be wrapped in cotton wool and silk, but that tone means there's no telling her 'no'. Definitely get in and help her with this, Renegade.

An unsupervised Discord is almost guaranteed to result in trouble for someone. Let's hope whatever he's been doing has been relatively innocent. 😏 I mean, for all we know, he's been running around pretending to be an entire 'continuum' of god-like beings somewhere... Amusingly, there were DC Star Trek comics for a while. Maybe he's been there? 😄
 
You know, it just occurred to me.

Both the Paragon segment and the Green Knight segment are about an ancient mythological entity being woken up and causing trouble.
 
An unsupervised Discord is almost guaranteed to result in trouble for someone. Let's hope whatever he's been doing has been relatively innocent. 😏 I mean, for all we know, he's been running around pretending to be an entire 'continuum' of god-like beings somewhere... Amusingly, there were DC Star Trek comics for a while. Maybe he's been there? 😄

If Discord is having a serious internal conflict/crisis of faith type problem? Then why not visit his old Friend Mon Capitan who looks just like a certain professor that runs a school for the gifted?
 
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Ripples (part 15) New
23rd July 2013
12:06 GMT

"…helped Highfather, but it's a lot weaker this far from Earth."

I nod, one eye on Donna's construct head and the other on the ship below me.

"Could you ask him if he knows anything about any fishmen that might be on New Genesis? One of whom has wings?"

She nods and vanishes from my ring, Arisia replacing her.

"Any luck with the blood samples?"

She shakes her head. "I can't make medical analysis constructs like that. I'm not good enough yet."

"Graxos Four is space-aged, isn't it?" She nods. "Then when you get a moment, see about picking up some equipment from home. If you're worried about subspace volume, consider wearing an equipment harness."

"I just feel like I should do it with my ring. You manage it."

"Yes, but it's way easier to do with an orange ring than with a green one. You would need to accurately picture every part of the analytical tool-." Hm. I remember the comics where a Sun Eater tried to eat Sol. As part of working out what was happening they send Kyle Rayner into the sun, having J'onn J'onnz telepathically communicate the design of a form of ultra heat resistant armour to him. "Or you could get a telepath to implant a macro in your mind which would cause the image to unfold when you triggered it. We'll have to-"

"Um."

"-talk to Miss Martian about it when we get back to Earth."

"I'll talk to Hal about it."

"Just point out how it would give him the edge over Lantern Gardner. That should be enough to convince him."

"Convince him, yes." She looks at me winsomely. "Can I just bring you a sample? Please?"

"You shouldn't leave while things are still crazy up there, and I can't come to Supertown. And if it's anything like is happening down here I'm not going to be able to do anything with it anyway."

She shakes her head. "Okay-." She glances aside, then her face disappears and is replaced by Donna's.

"New Genesis doesn't have fishmen, but Apokolips has a group called the Deep Six. There's six of them-" I snort. "-and one of them has wings."

"Sounds plausible. What do the rest-?"

One eye-.

I dodge, a… Laser beam? Slashing through the sky! A moment later an electrical discharge leaps along the ionised air molecules.

"Call you back."

That level of electricity wouldn't do much to my Faraday shielded power armour, but I raise non-conductive construct armour just in case.

"Lantern!"

"I'm fine, Arsenal. What happened?"

"Some kinda bug stuck its nose out of the ground and fired a laser out of it."

"Did you shoot it?"

"I was trying not to get eaten."

Scan… Disrupted. I can detect normal New Genesis animal life, but nothing nearby looks big enough to try eating Roy. Still, no-

I viff to the side as something green rushes past me.

-fishmen.

Classic Creature From The Blue Lagoon appearance, if the Creature had been hitting the gym religiously. Yellow gloves, boots and… I'm going to call that a tunic. And a rocket surfboard… Thing to fly with and a grey trident to try stabbing me with.

I'm underwhelmed.

"One contact." I could shoot him out of the sky relatively easily, but we need information. "Engaging."

The rocket board thing must have some sort of inertia nullification system, because he spins it on its axis with minimal loss of speed and blasts back towards me.

Too obvious. And I already know that something's interfering with my scans.

I dodge well before he reaches me, forming minigun constructs and peppering the skies around me with dashes of-

"Urg."

-orange. A hole is torn in the sky-. No, it's some sort of chameleon-skinned flying manta creature, bleeding from the hole I just shot in its body.

Dodge.

The winged fishman flies through his cover's body, slashing at me with his-

Dodge.

-wings as the laser creatures takes another shot with the electrolaser. Rocket-boarder shoots past me, while Wings actually needs to slow to turn.

Railgun, track and fire.

Compliance.

Solid slugs hit, and his flying appears to be essentially normal resulting in him being pushed through the sky. He's too tough for that to hurt him, though, and he grins at me as he realises it.

"Two fliers, and trained animals."

"Guy with an axe and trained animals."

"Military order." I switch to crumbler rounds. "We only need one to question."

"Easier said than done."

Track and fire-.

It hit the board-. I think I do, anyway, but the world's sort of… Swimming, like a… High fever. Ring?

Working.

I'd like something a little more definite. Fine, bypass physical senses and work off optic scans.

The view from my suddenly-unreliable eyes is replaced by a true colour image from my rings-.

Dodge!

"Paul, you okay?"

"Not sure-."

Ugh!

I got rammed by the board, and my inertia system isn't working-.

OOF!

"Got you!"

My body twists-
 
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Paul's gonna have to bribe Arsenal to not tattle on how he's getting his shit rocked by the normal surfer and barely above a thanagarian-man. Talk about lame…

She looks at me winsomely. "Can I just bring you a sample? Please?"
How cute. I imagine Jordan is weak to childish begging and she picked up the habit?
 
23rd July 2013
12:06 GMT


"…helped Highfather, but it's a lot weaker this far from Earth."

I nod, one eye on Donna's construct head and the other on the ship below me.

"Could you ask him if he knows anything about any fishmen that might be on New Genesis? One of whom has wings?"
Yeah, Supertown would almost certainly recognise the Deep Six, even from limited descriptions. I see he's checking in on Arisia and Donna. Hope things have settled down a bit, probably aided by Highfather being stabilised.

She nods and vanishes from my ring, Arisia replacing her.

"Any luck with the blood samples?"
I get the feeling she's not gonna have an easy time with analytical forensics, more so than any other Greenie.

She shakes her head. "I can't make medical analysis constructs like that. I'm not good enough yet."

"
Graxos Four is space-aged, isn't it?" She nods. "Then when you get a moment, see about picking up some equipment from home. If you're worried about subspace volume, consider wearing an equipment harness."

"I just feel like I should do it with my ring. You manage it."
And perhaps get her some proper protective gear. I don't know if she's wearing the ISO-standard rookie Green Lantern outfit or her strapless mini-dress thing, but neither one is gonna be much use if your Ring gets disabled...

"Yes, but it's way easier to do with an orange ring than with a green one. You would need to accurately picture every part of the analytical tool-." Hm. I remember the comics where a Sun Eater tried to eat Sol. As part of working out what was happening they send Kyle Rayner into the sun, having J'onn J'onnz telepathically communicate the design of a form of ultra heat resistant armour to him. "Or you could get a telepath to implant a macro in your mind which would cause the image to unfold when you triggered it. We'll have to-"
Ah, rookies underestimating just what their Ring is capable of. Especially when they compare themselves to another colour. Does she also feel bad that she can't heal people as easily as Alan, I wonder?

"Um."

"
-talk to Miss Martian about it when we get back to Earth."

"I'll talk to Hal about it."
Maybe J'onn would be a better option. M'Gann can get a little carried away sometimes. And Arisia might be a bit leery of telepaths anyway.

"Just point out how it would give him the edge over Lantern Gardner. That should be enough to convince him."

"Convince him, yes."
She looks at me winsomely. "Can I just bring you a sample? Please?"
A pointed reminder that she's not really as mature as her numerical age would suggest. She is still basically a teenager, after all.

"You shouldn't leave while things are still crazy up there, and I can't come to Supertown. And if it's anything like is happening down here I'm not going to be able to do anything with it anyway."

She shakes her head. "Okay-." She glances aside, then her face disappears and is replaced by Donna's.
While the chance of spreading the 'virus' the primitives is suffering from is slim, apparently being water-borne, best not to risk it.

"New Genesis doesn't have fishmen, but Apokolips has a group called the Deep Six. There's six of them-" I snort. "-and one of them has wings."

"
Sounds plausible. What do the rest-?"
Have to wonder if they recruit new members when they suffer losses to maintain the pun or what. Also whether it even works as a pun in their languages.

One eye-.

I dodge, a… Laser beam? Slashing through the sky! A moment later an electrical discharge leaps along the ionised air molecules.
Huh, a rare case of actual physics in a comics universe. That's actually one way to do an actual lightning gun.

"Call you back."

That level of electricity wouldn't do much to my Faraday shielded power armour, but I raise non-conductive construct armour just in case.
Some manner of absorptive capacitor wouldn't go astray either. Save the power and toss it back at them...

"Lantern!"

"I'm fine, Arsenal. What happened?"

"Some kinda bug stuck its nose out of the ground and fired a laser out of it."
Hmm... 'Bug' as in the locals, or an actual insectoid creature? I suppose he would have mentioned if it looked anthropoid.

"Did you shoot it?"

"I was trying not to get eaten."
Sounds like they're on to him.

Scan… Disrupted. I can detect normal New Genesis animal life, but nothing nearby looks big enough to try eating Roy. Still, no-

I viff to the side as something green rushes past me.

-fishmen.
Speak of the sea devil. ...Eh, those heroes would dislike these fellows, I suspect.

Classic Creature From The Blue Lagoon appearance, if the Creature had been hitting the gym religiously. Yellow gloves, boots and… I'm going to call that a tunic. And a rocket surfboard… Thing to fly with and a grey trident to try stabbing me with.

I'm underwhelmed.
Ah, lesser artists trying to imitate Kirby's aesthetics. Still, just because something looks silly doesn't mean it's not dangerous.

"One contact." I could shoot him out of the sky relatively easily, but we need information. "Engaging."

The rocket board thing must have some sort of inertia nullification system, because he spins it on its axis with minimal loss of speed and blasts back towards me.
Heh. Kinda reminds me of the skysurfers from the Judge Dredd universe.

Too obvious. And I already know that something's interfering with my scans.

I dodge well before he reaches me, forming minigun constructs and peppering the skies around me with dashes of-
Ah, predicting someone playing silly buggers with scan disruptions?

"Urg."

-orange. A hole is torn in the sky-. No, it's some sort of chameleon-skinned flying manta creature, bleeding from the hole I just shot in its body.
Fascinating. Presumably a pet or similar.

Dodge.

The winged fishman flies through his cover's body, slashing at me with his-
Ah, the flying-fish-man. Though those wings are apparently razor-sharp. Potentially a threat... If OL was asleep and unshielded.

Dodge.

-wings as the laser creatures takes another shot with the electrolaser. Rocket-boarder shoots past me, while Wings actually needs to slow to turn.
Bet the guy wishes he could fly as agilely as his teammate.

Railgun, track and fire.

Compliance.

Solid slugs hit, and his flying appears to be essentially normal resulting in him being pushed through the sky. He's too tough for that to hurt him, though, and he grins at me as he realises it.
Too tough for a railgun slug. Might have to get a bit heavier, then. Though that makes a fatal injury more likely.

"Two fliers, and trained animals."

"Guy with an axe and trained animals."
So it's more 'Deep Six and their attack pets.' No hope of a fair fight here...

"Military order." I switch to crumbler rounds. "We only need one to question."

"Easier said than done."
Yeah, Roy has a lot less low-lethality options against Apokoliptians than OL does.

Track and fire-.

It hit the board-. I think I do, anyway, but the world's sort of… Swimming, like a… High fever. Ring?
Someone throwing out debuffs? Rude.

Working.

I'd like something a little more definite. Fine, bypass physical senses and work off optic scans.
And since it seems to have bypassed his usual protections, it's New God Narrative Combat in nature.

The view from my suddenly-unreliable eyes is replaced by a true colour image from my rings-.

Dodge!
Right, just because he takes a moment to bring up his status menu, doesn't mean the rest of the world stops...

"Paul, you okay?"

"Not sure-."

Ugh!
Whatever's going on, it's clearly enough to lower his evasion to the point where they can tag him.

I got rammed by the board, and my inertia system isn't working-.

OOF!
Okay, once is bad enough, but twice? Time to get serious and kick some fins.

"Got you!"

My body twists-
That doesn't sound good. Either super-strength or spacial-warping...

I had a feeling they'd use double- and triple-team tactics, ripping into single targets like a pack of sharks. But I'm surprised by how effective they're being against OL. It looks like they have enough conceptual Narrative power to be an actual threat to him. Now, are all of them here, or did they split their party? And if they did, what are the rest up to?
 
I don't know if she's wearing the ISO-standard rookie Green Lantern outfit or her strapless mini-dress thing, but neither one is gonna be much use if your Ring gets disabled...
She was wearing teh standard unitard when she first arrived. She's wearing the minidress now.
Have to wonder if they recruit new members when they suffer losses to maintain the pun or what. Also whether it even works as a pun in their languages.
It comes up later, but basically they respawn.
 
Sounds like Paul is rapidly approaching the point of becoming whelmed, possibly even overwhelmed, but let's not get ahead of ourselves.
 

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