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

[Mr Zoat]

Full
Start

I raise my right hand in greeting as Artemis and Buddug return to the reading room.

"Good trip?"

Artemis nods, and I note that her quiver is fully restocked with quill arrows.

"All of the zombie children are back where they should be. And your gene analyser is being set up in the lab."

"Thanks. Did you get to see much of Caergwaed while you were there..?"

She drops into a nearby chair and starts loading up the next batch of research files.

"Not really. Things got a bit… Tense, when I told them the Queen wouldn't be coming back." Behind her, Buddug heads in the direction of the archive kitchens. "Thought I should probably keep my head down."

"Probably wise. The last thing we need is the Sheeda cities going to war with one another."

"Yeah. Anything new on your end?"

"I'm pretty sure that the Vampire Sun isn't Mageddon, which is a bit of a relief."

"Really?"

"Yes. Mageddon has about four thousand times the mass of Sol. Aside from how aggressive it is, there's no way the Earth could survive close to it for any length of time. And the images Mother Box and the archivists have been able to piece together of whatever it was that killed the Justice Legion don't show a star or star-like object."

Artemis watches me for a moment.

I watch back.

…

"Grayven, what's Mageddon?"

"Oh, an ancient.. sun.. weapon system.. thing. It's supposed to have been made by the people… The people before the New Gods who manifested Source attributes. We usually call them 'Old Gods', for… Obvious reasons, though that term also gets used for gods who emerge from the Dream."

"And that's… Around in our time?"

"Yes, but it's anchored outside of our galactic cluster and extremely well guarded. Last time Darkseid tried taking a fleet there to study it, he was one of sixteen survivors out of a total crew of two million. No recoverable ships. I'm led to believe that one of the defenders was mildly bruised." I shrug. "Anyway, that was the only thing I could think of that came under the category of 'evil sun'."

"So if it wasn't a sun, what was it?"

I shake my head.

"Humanoid. It appeared to either have dark skin or prefer dark clothing." I shrug. "Either it killed everything that got a good look at it, or it was so long ago that all the records have degraded to near-uselessness. Or more likely both."

"Just… One guy?"

"Or possibly girl, or other or none. I couldn't even tell you whether or not it was conventionally humanoid. I've still got a lot of reading to do, but the outline appears to be confirmed from enough sources that I'm prepared to accept it. A single immensely powerful being comes out of nowhere and gradually starts destroying everything in its path. Fleets are sent and fleets are destroyed. The 'Justice Legion' are called in. They fight, lose, rally… Until eventually they run out of time and decide to go all-in. There aren't any mentions of the organisation as a going concern after that final battle, so I assume that was about it for them."

"So what was that stuff about trying to understand it?"

"Ah, that is interesting. It's not entirely clear, but it looks like someone collected samples of biological material from the site. And sent those samples to various places, including to the forebears of our friends in Caergwaed."

"And they used it to make the Sheeda?" She shakes her head. "Why?"

"Maybe the same reason why Lex Luthor commissioned Kon: use the strength of the one you hate to beat them."

"And that's where they got the Highborn? Yeah, they're.. strong, but they're not 'kill the galaxy's greatest heroes' strong."

"No, I don't think it was that. Remember, Earth went through multiple alien occupations. It isn't the centre of human civilisation in the future-past. There's no obvious reason why a laboratory here would be given vital work when there would be better expertise in other places."

"Maybe they were specialised."

"Maybe. Magic-rich worlds are unusual, and unlike modern… You know what I mean, humans, they all use magic."

"So they needed magic to beat him."

"What makes you think they won?"

"The planet's still here. The.. Sheeda are still here."

"And we haven't seen a single baseline human since we got here." I shrug. "A lot of things are possible."

She nods slowly. "So what's the next step?"

"Full genetic work-ups of every Sheeda creature we can get. And while that's going on, the local Vat Masters and I have been trying to work out how to create an organic Bleed membrane instability generator. Because even if the rest of the universe stopped existing, the Bleed should still be there."

"The Bleed. That's the thing between parallel universes, right?"

"Indeed." I nod. "Because if we can generate electrical power, then even if we have to immediately funnel it into some sort of organic system, all of our problems become a lot more manageable. And even if the sun somehow eats it, then at least we'll learn more about what it can-"

"Grayven?"

"-do-. Yes?"

"How long have we been here?"

I smile. "Less than a day."

She huffs, closing her eyes and bowing her head. Then she lifts it back up and looks me right in the eyes.

"How long, Grayven? And don't tell me it doesn't matter because if we get a time machine we can go back to whenever. I've eaten meals, I've slept, and… Everything outside is the same. There aren't any days here and my computer's busted so I've got no idea how much time has passed. How long?"

"What makes you think I kn-"

"Don't dodge the qu-"

"-ow-? I'm sorry."

"-estion!"

"I'm sorry, I… Genuinely don't know either. Humans tend to default to a twenty five hour day cycle if they can't see the sun, but neither of us are human."

She considers that for a moment.

"What about your mother box?"

"She's struggling to operate, and I've got more important things for her to do than use her connection to the Source to measure time."

"Can you build a clock?"

"Um. Probably? But I've got nothing to peg it to."

"Yeah, I… Think I need something. Not being able to schedule things is… Really confusing."

I nod. "Alright. I'll add it to the slate."

 

[Mr Zoat]

Bullish
Start

Lord Caeryg has actually turned out for this one in person. Quite why he decided to turn it into a social event rather than keep it top secret eludes me, but there are Highborn representatives from several other Sheeda cities along with their escorts. Servants are moving around the demonstration area with platters of edible beetles, and a small cluster of flesh shapers are making final checks on the booster beetle.

They've even put out some glow flies, though it's still dingy as heck here. I suppose that explains the full face helms the Sheeda who were part of the Harrowing fleet wore: our bright light must be blinding to them. Caeryg hasn't been quite daring enough to grow back his severed limb, but this is effectively him 'coming out' as a Queen-doubter. I imagine that Sheeda politics are about to get very interesting.

I take a moment to check the etchings on the booster beetle. Since it's a reasonable assumption that the 'vampiric' effect will get stronger as we get closer, this beetle will effectively be integrated into my armour's soul circuitry. Not fully; the Sheeda don't have the ability to make the materials I need for that. But a close enough resemblance mixed with a little magic make something which sort of works.

All looks fine to me…

I pat the carapace, though I know full well that it's far too insensitive to feel it, and far too simple-minded to understand the concept of familiarity. And since it's almost certainly going to die in the next few hours that's just as well, really.
Flawless Posture.
On the launch pad, Artemis stretches, eye stalk arrows ready to be plucked from their unfortunate donor. Telepathy is unknown to the Sheeda, but psychometry clearly isn't.

I nod to the flesh crafters, and they ignite their sigils and lead the booster beetle towards the launch platform.

"Ladies and gentlemen, Highborn of the Sheeda, scholars and warriors, today I and my faithful steed take the first glimpse at the universe beyond the mist shrouding the Earth."

I make a circuit of the viewing area, making sure to make eye contact with at least the leaders of the delegations.

"I wish to take in the state of the rest of the universe! And I wish to share that knowledge with all of you, so that you will have less reason to doubt my intentions. Each of you has had the opportunity to check the equipment; each of you knows that what you see will be what I see. What is actually there. And perhaps it will go some way to solving the mystery of your situation."

Or if I'm really lucky, get me to somewhere from which I can boom tube away, recharge my rings and build up a decent production centre. If I'm less lucky, then whatever's keeping the red giant away only extends as far as the edge of the mist and I'm about to get horribly burned. Or the beetle could blow up and I'll get horribly burned from that.

My tested level of resilience is why Artemis is staying on the ground rather than taking her chances on the beetle.
Fortify.
I head towards the beetle, smiling to myself as a couple of magic-focused Highborn get their fingers burned by the sigils they were using to covertly monitor the magics in my body. Could be they think I'm a novel Highborn created in Caernouid at Caeryg's instruction. If he's bringing people in at this stage I assume that he's got his story and approach sorted out for bringing them around to his point of view.
Fortify.
I walk down the short series of steps that lead underneath the booster beetle and pull my armour's goggles and seldom-used face covering into place. Then I take a firm hold on the carapace's handholds.
Fortify.
"Artemis, ready?"
Fortify.
"Whenever you are."
Fortify.
The idea of using the beetle to get off the surface was a non-starter. A beetle acting as a rocket would have to be the size and composition of a rocket, and survive having me hanging off it as it powered up to escape velocity. And if something went wrong or if the Vampire Sun doesn't act in the way we tentatively think it does, we'd be rogered.
Fortify.
Ping.
Fortify.
I activate my aero-discs and rise, slowly lifting the beetle off the launch pad. Learning to keep the aero-discs functioning under ground-level disruption took… A while, as measured by Artemis's beetle clock. But I took it up to the upper levels of the miasma and with a map memorised I'm confident that I can avoid falling on anything too important.
Fortify.
Once I reach eye level with Artemis I nod. She draws, and looses the first shot.
Fortify.
She can only bridge to places she knows, but she can fire an arrow pretty much any distance. If she fires an arrow with an eye on the end? We're back in bridge-business.
Fortify.
The rainbow explosion goes off just above me and I rise. It's not fast, not compared to ring-based flight and even compared to what I managed with aero-discs back in the past. But as Artemis sends an arrow through the bridge ahead of us the booster beetle and I are accelerating at a slow but steady rate.
Fortify.
And then space gets peculiar for a moment and we're… Not all that high up, actually. With a quick glance I can still just about make out the lights of the city below. But we're about as far up as fly-mounts can take their riders.
Fortify.
Then the bridge behind me closes and a new one opens in front of me. Keep going.
Fortify.
This one opens further up. The ground is fully shrouded and the sky above me similarly obscured. I can see my hand where it's gripping the beetle, but not much further than that. I don't see the arrow that creates the next rainbow bridge, but fortunately the bridge itself is bright enough that I can still aim at it.
Fortify.
I feel a momentary kinship with the early hot air balloon aviators getting caught in a cloud. At least the beetle's carapace is surviving having its entire weight pressing on my hands.
Fortify.
Up again, and this time while I can't see anything at least the clouds above me are bright enough to let me know that I'm going in the right direction. They don't shine white, of course; it's red light all the way and really does put me in mind of the fire pits, when the fug from the forges gets really bad and the overseers have to move their lowlies into shelters or lose the whole lot of them.
Fortify.
Up again, and this time there's a shape to the redness. I can see the outline of the sun, the baleful glare strong enough to trigger my goggles.
Fortify.
And up again. The clouds are wisps, the sun disturbingly large in the sky, and… Ugh. I can't see stars, but I can see that there's enough dust in the system that they could well be blotted out. The sun itself… I'm no expert in solar dynamics, but it looks like an early stage red giant in the growing phase. What I'd expected from the illumination but not from the chronology. Red giants don't grow particularly fast, but they grow faster than this. Once things get hot enough to evaporate all surface water… But again, the surface of the Earth isn't all that hot.
Fortify.
And now I'm standing in what passes for its full glare I'm not that hot, either. Oh, at this distance a red giant wouldn't do me measurable harm, but I would feel the distance. Light without heat? I'm not feeling as if I'm being drained at an accelerated rate, and my armour feels just as functional as it did at ground level.
Fortify.
I can't see the moon…
Fortify.
Wait. Don't I remember that in the comics the Dominators blew it up? But Earth was the centre of human civilisation in that comic, whereas I've had it confirmed that it isn't here. Won't be, here. Then again, there is a lot of dust. Maybe they do?
Fortify.
Mother Box?
Fortify.
Ping.
Fortify.
Good show. I turn away from the sun and trigger the booster beetle. And after a brief delay, its internal gas bladders undulate and release the thrust plume that propels us forward.
Fortify.
Ahead is… The dull glow of light from the sun reflecting off a billion billion particles of dust. I can't see any object of any size, which makes sense. This beetle is an organic booster rocket. It doesn't have a faster than light drive, if only because there are very few organic non-arcane faster than light drives and they all require substances we don't have. But the thrust is constant, my armour is replenishing my air and I'm not being harmed. I could pretty much just go to sleep here and wake up when we've gone far-
Fortify.
Ping.
Fortify.
-enough… Really? Already? And you're sure that it's New God?
Fortify.
Ping.
Fortify.
That's lucky. I switch the setting of my goggles to pick up anything that touches the Source.
Fortify.
Let me know when we're close…
Fortify.
Enough…
Fortify.
Oh.
Fortify.
Dimly through the dusty miasma I look left and right, up and down, at the outlines of the titans whose imprisoned forms make up the Source Wall.

 

[Mr Zoat]

Bullshit
Start

Turns out? It's a small universe.

I haven't toured the whole star system-. 'Star system'! A quick bit of mental arithmetic shows it's not even as large as the orbit of Jupiter, so either we're in some sort of New God Dyson sphere-. No, no, even Darkseid wouldn't make a Dyson sphere decorated to look like the Source Wall. It would be too much like waving his own failure in his face. And Izaya certainly wouldn't.

That is actually the Source Wall. The universe has shrunk until Earth and the sun are all that's left. If Mercury or Mars survived whatever the hell did that, they didn't survive the expansion of the sun. It's just Earth, and the sun, and the Source Wall, and the dust.

I got close enough that it should have pulled me closer. That's what happened last time. Does the Source Wall here not work like the one in Universe 50? I'd sort of assumed it was, you know, the Source, but I suppose that physical laws could be different enough for it to interact with its environment differently from one parallel to the next.

The universe is smaller than a star system.

Okay. Okay. I know that it's possible to escape. The Sheeda did that repeatedly with the Castle Revolving. I don't know if the… Size of the universe-.

THIS IS RIDICULOUS! THIS SITUATION IS RIDICULOUS! AND I'M RIDICULOUS FOR BEING HERE!

Haaaa. Ugh. Haa.

I need to stop thinking about it. Just get back down to Earth, tell people, then grab a few Low Born and teach them how to play frisbee or something.

I need to stop thinking about it because my thoughts are looping around in a decidedly unhelpful manner.

And… At least I know why the Bleed membrane instability generator didn't work. The Bleed is still there, but the physical laws which allow us access to it have changed. We can probably adapt-.

A red.. beam… Flashes past me. Not close by, but light scatter in the dust cloud makes it clearly visible.

What? This is… This is not a good time for something stupid to be happening.

I pull my handholds slightly, and the booster beetle farts out a cloud of burning rocket fuel. We designed it to contain more than I'd need for the journey they thought I had planned, and I didn't even get that far. I'm heading back to Earth-.

There are more red beams WHY ARE THERE MORE RED BEAMS!

I mean, they're not aiming them at me, at least not with any accuracy, but they're punching through the clouds…

Mother Box, am I seeing things, or..?

Ping.

I can feel… An etheric… Motion. Something's… Rising from the planet, and… Drifting, towards the sun. Did I not notice before? Or… Was it not happening? It's-.

I gasp for breath as my armour dims!
Fortify!
The beetle's flying as fast as it can, but I add a little extra oomph with my aero-discs as we head into the uppermost clouds. I'm not sure exactly where we're landing OR WHY THERE'RE SO MANY RED BEAMS IN THE ATMOSPHERE but with the mood I'm in I'm not going to worry about it. The booster beetle isn't going to explode if I can make a controlled landing, and it's not going to have that much fuel left anyway.
Fortify.
My kingdom for a radio. One that actually works here. I try feeling for Artemis but get absolutely nothing.
Fortify.
It's hard to tell exactly what's going on. I'm not used to these precise weapons and the light-scatter that this environment generates. But it looks like THEY'RE SHOOTING EACH OTHER WHY ARE THEY SHOOTING EACHguuuh!
Fortify.
Right. When I panic, it gets worse. If I didn't just fail to see it, the planet started getting drained when the shooting started. Assuming that the mechanism is the same, that means that with people fighting for their lives down there the whole place is being drained faster.
Fortify.
I wish Luna was here. This sounds like a pony problem.
Fortify.
Only with more killing, obviously.
Fortify.
Ah. Okay. Whatever's feeding on the world's suffering doesn't like love. Definitely a pony problem.
Fortify.
Lights over there, lights over there. I can't really steer the booster beetle directly, but if I angle my aero-discs slightly I can aim away from both of them. Ambush is my best bet. Find someone, grab them and find out what just happened.
Fortify.
I know that time's gotten sort of fuzzy without clocks or days, but I can't have been away that long.
Fortify.
Can I?
Fortify.
I never bothered trying to understand the effect of gravity on time as experienced at the personal level. I don't think anyone… Perhaps outside some of the more fanatical Source-focus religions who build their monasteries and prayer halls around the Source Wall back in the twenty first century, knows how the Source Wall affects time, if at all.
Fortify.
Alright, we're low enough. I twist my hands and the booster beetle chokes off its fart exhaust. Apply upward thrust with the aero-discs, angle so that we get a little lift from this ungainly thing… It's definitely lighter coming back than it was taking off. Shame it won't live all that long; I'd love to show it off to my children. But it'll probably be recycled once the biomechanists have given it a once-over to see how well it fared. They're still that human, at least.
Fortify.
Beams and a sense of conflict from a direction I'll call west. Ideally I'd like to come down near the edge of that, but though Sheeda air cavalry only make up a minority of their forces they are perfectly competent in using them. Without the rocket plume the booster beetle isn't that visible, and without the glow of my rings neither am I… But Sheeda can scry through this murk reasonably well. If they're keeping an eye out and want to shoot me, then they'll shoot me.
Fortify.
And of course the beam goes right through the booster beetle's head.
Fortify.
For goodness' sake.
Fortify.
Pushing off my aero-discs I hurl the beetle in the approximate direction that shot came from and then drop. Even a terminal velocity fall won't do me any damage and given everything that's happened I think that a bit of the old ultra-violence is just what Desaad ordered.
Fortify.
I draw my daiklave and start switching between optical modes until I find one which-. There we are.
Strike Them Down.
I'm not as powerful when fighting on an ally's behalf as when I'm fighting on my own, even less so when the alliance is as uncertain as the one between Artemis and myself on one side and Lord Caeryg on the other.
Strike Them All Down.
And there are the fly-riders and I'm coming for you, you miserable bondage-elves!
Leave None Alive.
I don't use my sword on the first. Like an ironic bug on the windshield she and her mount splat across my armour, their remains falling to the ground where I can already see the zombherds directing their charges to recycle the fallen.
Well Maybe One.
"I need one of you alive."

I charge, because while those flies are pretty agile their speed is a bit rubbish.

"The first to surrender-"

The closest comes close to bringing their pivot-mounted gun to bear before I cleave through him and his gun and his mount.

"-gets to live."

I grab the part of the gun with the fuel cell analogue and throw it at the fly trying to manoeuvre behind me for a shot. It detonates in the rider's face and he fails to correct his course before slamming into the remains of the fly I just bisected. They don't explode but their fly does lose a wing and they begin to tumble towards the ground.

The zombie children don't have to wait until things are dead to eat them.

I grin as I look at the survivors.

"How about it?"

 

[Mr Zoat]

Bull's
Start

"…and they're actually following through on their obligations?"

Heledd, the highest ranking of the surviving Highborn of the city of Caeremyr, nods politely.

"Yes, my lord. It seems that even slow learners understood your intent after you fed seventeen slower learners to zombies in front of them."

We're somewhere near where the Earth's south pole used to be. No idea whether or not the pole is still here or if the Earth's rotational axis has shifted. Though even if it hasn't, the fact that magnetic poles shift every so often means this could be the north pole now.

Since my brief chat with actual Grayven, I've been covertly reading up on him. His equipment, his techniques and ways of thinking, his allies… Everything I could get. And I find his decisions so completely natural that I can generally work out what he'll do, because… It's what I'd do. He conquered a down on its luck gordanian clan and built them up as the foundation of his empire, and I've conquered a Sheeda city that was mostly trying to sit this… Thousandth World War out, and built them up.

"Good. And no more arguments about incorporating New God designs into our armour?"

Heledd glances down at his own symbiotic insect armour with New God detailing.

"Not since the last skirmish. The superiority in the quality of protection it provides is inarguable."

Sheeda warfare is very economical. Very… Real Time Strategy. Everything is biological. Biomatter and time are the only resources and flesh vats the only construction centre. Powerful beasts cost relatively small amounts of time but large amounts of biomatter, once you have the genetic design for them. Highborn cost little more biomatter than regular Sheeda but require far longer to sculpt and train. And so cities focus around their core competencies, eking out percentage decimal points in efficiency while they try to be the ones dragging their enemies' corpses into their digesters. Or hunker down and focus on using Deep Crawlers to slowly harvest the residual bounty beneath the Earth.

"Good."

I stride towards the doors which lead to the inner keep's boardroom. Deputations of Highborn from allied, 'allied' and potential ally cities are on the other side. Not a huge gathering, but better unified and better at sharing ideas than most of this war's… I can barely dignify them with the word 'alliance'.

The Sheeda on either side of the doors pull them open and I stride inside, the Highborn within already lined up at each side of the table. Most Sheeda don't give me backchat when we're having face to face meetings, and I get the impression that's due to me fitting into a Queen-shaped hole in their psyches. They're certainly not this agreeable when I can't see them.

I take my place at the head of the table and sit, Heledd taking position behind me. And I wait exactly two seconds before gesturing with my right hand.

"Please, be seated."

And they sit, a simple courtesy permitted by me. Most of them haven't been in a room with this many Highborn from other cities since the Queen's muster prior to the Harrowing.

"Ladies and gentlemen, this war is the height of stupidity, a pointless waste of biomass we can't spare from the task of ensuring Sheedakind's long term survival. You are here-" Because you know that I'd kill you otherwise. "-because you share my belief, and you know that unlike any other would-be king or queen I'll vanish the moment it becomes possible for me to return to my own era. I'm a compromise candidate, but while I'm here I expect obedience."

"Now…" Heledd reaches past me and plugs a small chitin disk in a slot in the desk. "If you would..?"

With brief glances at each other which I commit to memory, other representatives mirror my action with their own disks, which are absorbed by the table. What happens next is a fast digestion-read, funnelling our intelligence reports through the table's brain, filtering the more egregious claims and displaying the most reliable data. The output is… Tiny. With no surface water on the planet the Earth's habitable surface area has increased massively.

With no reliable intercity communication in war time we have little to no idea what the other cities are doing. I'm on the wrong side of the gosh darn planet to help Artemis. I doubt that the other Sheeda would have flat-out destroyed Caernouid. Too much biological matter would be lost, and inefficiency is the Sheeda's one taboo. But with that many Highborn in one place, a lot of things could have happened, and me dashing across the planet at full speed isn't going to help. No one can spend time or biomatter on solving the core problem of our tiny universe, which means that I've got to beat them into order.

What a waste.

The table makes its decision, and an illusion of the Earth appears. Cities are marked by size, alliances in areas of colour whose intensity is determined by the reliability of the information and strength of the bond. Approximate numbers and dispositions of their forces.

Several things become clear at once.

We don't know much about the groups not immediately abutting us.

Anyone who has the resources to fight, is.

Alliances are primarily defensive and made by groups who've taken significant losses.

No one is in charge of anything and that offends me.

I don't have a rival. No one has control of a significant area, and the largest alliances are the most uncertain. There's no one I can crush and then expect everyone else to fall in line.

These people can't overcome their instincts enough to fight effectively. They need me.

"This…" I look around the room as they try to commit every inch of the illusion to memory in case I decide to give them an erroneous copy to take away. "Is how civilisation ends. How a people dies. I will not allow that."

I point, and an alliance cluster near to us expands to fill the illusion area.

"This will be our next target. The leading city of this group. I will lead the vanguard myself. There will be no quarter given. Every living creature will be slain and portioned out, the city stripped of all of value. Then the other members of the group will be offered the opportunity to join us."

I'm painfully aware that I'm channelling Caesar here. And not Julius Caesar. I'm channelling Edward Sallow. But… What else can I do? I need these people to build a solution, and no one has what I need. I can't just bunker up.

"Participation is mandatory. Rewards will be apportioned according to the degree of involvement each city has. Severe punishments will be meted out to any who try sitting a fight out, or not providing resources they have promised. I will notice."

Because I'm becoming dominant. Giving full rein to my conquer-and-rule instincts. I'm not working off half of my nature any more. The New God insignias on the equipment of those directly sworn to me help me buff them, but all here are connected to me sufficiently that I can feel it when they resist.

I don't think they all know that yet.

I wonder who will be the first example? I'm looking forward to it.

"But now: old news. I was in space when this whole mess started. Why are the Sheeda city-states fighting each other?"

No one speaks. I pick one at random and point.

"You. Why are you fighting?"

She looks very briefly around to see if anyone else wants to jump in. No one does.

"There are many reasons. Fighting in the Queen's absence is unwise, for she is harsh in her vengeance upon the profligate and disobedient. But we had all heard your claims of her death and the Harrowing fleet's defeat. If there was no new food to come… The gift of survival would go to the strongest. But it was not until you revealed what lay beyond the clouds that the boldest cities were shocked into action. To think that the universe is so small."

"It wasn't always like that. Once this war is over I will be finding out 'why' and either fixing it or evacuating you all via the Bleed to a new universe. Resisting this sort of fait accompli is fundamental to my nature." I look around. "Were they the reason for the rest of you?"

Some nervous looking around, then a brave soul speaks up.

"For my city it was… Defensive. We were struck at first, and needed to retaliate lest we fall behind. We would… Prefer, a return to order."

I nod. "Sensible. But as I see it, this mess will last until I'm in control of it."

 

[Mr Zoat]

Bull's
Stop

Shield-beetle on my left arm I leap from the latest generation rocket-beetle and dive towards our soon-to-be latest conquest.

At this point, I should probably be able to say that I've lost count of how many Sheeda cities I've conquered. But I haven't. I know exactly how many. I can recall each with perfect clarity. Every fight. Every wall taken. Every keep fallen. Every skirmish. Every battle. And every one has made me feel more complete. I've.. never wanted to give full rein to this part of my character back in the past, but here? Every Sheeda I kill brings me closer to my objective. Every nation I overrun. Every oath of submission I gain-.
Indefatigable!
The lightning towers shielding the city against fly fliers give vent to their electrical charges, brilliant white flashing across the sky as the rocket beetle mark 2 begins its uncontrolled descent into the city suburbs. But my escort are Highborn, their armour warded against attack by their magic and by the strength of my soul. And I've been getting stronger.
Unstoppable!
No one reports injuries as we pass through their effective range, and… Ah! They're using acid golems to counter our attack! Figures shaped like a poorly-coordinated child's first effort to sculpt a person in clay, vacant eyes glowing faintly with the magic their controllers are using to direct them and the green gel making up their bodies bubbling and churning as they prepare to assail us.
Incomparable!
No actual Huntsman, but those are ridiculously energy-intensive and even my growing alliance can't really spare it. The biliferous creatures are moving to defend their inner keep's walls because their masters have heard from those who fled before my advance how I usually deploy my forces. Decapitate the leader of the defence or capture their production facilities and the battle is over. They can't let that happen.
In Your Face!
My Highborn activate their wing bugs, living hang gliders clamped to their armour and turning their downward movement into lateral movement almost immediately. They rocket away from the keep towards the spinward walls, ready to seize the defences for my army. I on the other hand keep falling, tossing my shield beetle away and hitting the upper level of the keep-
Onslaught!
-and smashing right through the coral that makes up the roof and sending grey fragments exploding outwards in all directions! The second surface my feet hit fails as well, though this time the collapse is much less explosive.
Heeeeeeere's Conquest!
Dust rains down on me, and a chunk of coral finishes cracking off and falls to the ground just behind me.

I give myself an eight. Maybe an eight point five.

Their controllers will send the acid golems down after me once they've overcome their surprise. I need to get going. Daiklave in hand I charge further into the structure the feeling on the edge of my soul allowing me to feel it as my soldiers engage the enemy.

I hear the hiss behind me as the first of the acid golems splashes down and begins eating through the broken coral as it tries to reassemble itself into a shape that will allow it to follow me. The drawback of psychometric control: the controller can only direct it when it and they are roughly the same shape. But when they are they can fight with surprising agility and speed and, frankly, I'd rather not.

A wrath spider scurries around the corner on the ceiling, a shot of venom squirted at me a second before it leaps at my face. The venom I sidestep, blade raised to bisect it as I turn to avoid both halves of its body as they fly past me. Wrath spiders have become a pretty common form of first responder because they're awkward to fight and biomass-cheap. What they're not good at is stopping rampaging New Gods.

Another spider on the wall to the left, three more on the ground. I jump, slashing left as I do so. My daiklave slices through the spider and the wall it's standing on while the spiders beneath me miss their shots, too slow to traverse to keep up with me. Large doorway coming up, and the two Highborn on guard duty are releasing their defensive spells. Ghostly strands anchored in the strength of this edifice grasp at my armour, trying to bind my body and tear apart my soul.
Tear Through Their Lines!
I'm slowed slightly, and then I'm upon them, daiklave slicing through the space the Highborn on the right was occupying before she forward-flipped out of the way. I use my left gauntlet to parry the flat of her spear, sending the point scratching across the floor as she completes her dive and forward-rolls into a defensive crouch. Turning to keep her in sight I spot the acid golem coming up behind us, parrying a sword thrust from her partner and head butting the owner in the helmet as I do so. Small stagger, both our swords out of position as the spear-wielder darts left and stabs at me, hoping to use my larger size against me.
KNEEL
I catch the shaft in my left hand just below the head and pull, the Highborn shaking slightly as her anti-disarming wards cook off and she has a split-second to choose between losing her weapon and being pulled into grappling range of someone monstrously stronger than her. She chooses to let go, and I twist my wrist and narrowly fail to impale the sword fighter as he hurriedly shuffles back.
KNEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEL!
I shift my grip, letting the spear slide through my hand and gripping the shaft near to the butt while lunging forward to slash with my daiklave. He blocks with his shield, my swing being slowed as the ridiculously oversized sword overpowers its defensive spells. He sidesteps and cuts at my extended forearm only to be smacked across the cuirass by his partner's spear.

And then cut from shoulder to sternum by a heavy downward swing from my daiklave. He staggers back… Into the first acid golem, his flesh steaming away inside his armour as the acid gets to work. I swing my new spear back to ward off its former owner, then thrust my daiklave's tip into the golem's forehead.
You Are Dismissed
Its eyes flicker as its controller's binding is disrupted, then I jump and trigger my aero-discs as it collapses in a wave of acid slime. Sword-fighter has dropped his weapon and collapsed on the floor, his wounds and exposed flesh smoking from the acid. A downward stab trepans his skull and then I swing back towards the surviving Highborn.

"Kneel."

Her hands are in a guard position and her left holds a long knife shimmering with runes. Some of her armour flickers, but between my goggles and the fact that I own most of this planet Highborn invisibility doesn't really work on me. She lunges, and I drop her spear to half-hand my daiklave and smash the broad side into her knife hand. She keeps the knife but her hand twitches, clearly injured.

"Kneel."

I swing the blade back, striking her in the chest and slamming her back into the doors, then charging forward, stabbing my daiklave into the ground and grabbing her head in both hands.

"Kneel." Accept Your Defeat

The wards on her armour burn out, then she drops from my hands and falls into a kneeling position. I glance back at the corridor and see two more acid golems stumbling after me.

"Pick up your spear and follow."

I grab my daiklave out of the floor and savagely kick the doors in. They explode across the room and-.

Arrows pincushion my cuirass, biting into my armour! No penetrations, but that's more power than I'm comfortable being hit with. I charge-.

"Artemis?"

The figure with the bow straightens slightly, not completely relaxing their hold on their bowstring. It took me a moment; the bow is familiar but the arrows and armour are different and her hair is white, but…

"Wait… Gray… Ven?"

I lower my sword. She lowers her bow.

"Hi."

"I… Thought you were-. Wait, it's you?"

"Ah…"

"The guy who's been rampaging around and conquering every-."

I take a few steps closer, shrugging as I do so.

"Well… Yeah, that's what I do." Hang on. "Are you the one who's been organising the resistance against my campaign? I thought they'd been more unified lately."

She walks slowly towards me, bow hanging from one hand as she pulls off her Sheeda-issue facemask. Aside from the hair she looks the same.

"I thought you died."

"No. Landed on the wrong side of the planet and had to fight my way back. Thought I'd end the war by force on my way."

"So… We can just tell them to stop?"

"Yes. Prob.. ably. Assuming your side are sufficiently unified." Um. "How have you-?"

She jumps up, hands bracing on my shoulders, and kisses me.

 

[Mr Zoat]

Bull
Stands

"Like the hair."

Artemis rolls her eyes at me as we walk down a corridor in Caergwaed. Finally, things are settling down. Finally, we can return to the task at hand. I miss the fight already.

"It was an accident."

"I didn't even know New Gods could bleach their hair."

"I've been bleaching it since forever. But you must have known that. Why did you think my hair stayed blonde after you 'awoke' me?"

"I thought that your divine nature might have included being blonde." I shrug. "The phenomenon isn't well studied in humans."

"No, still dyeing it. Which I couldn't do here, because Sheeda don't have hair. One of my-" She glances backwards at our escort. "-attendants looked at my two-tone hair and asked if there was a problem. Only they didn't know what bleaching agents humans use and gave me something that turned it white instead."

"Is it permanent?"

"Ask me in another two hundred years."

I nod. "Will do."

We emerge onto a balcony which grants a good view across the city, if mist-shrouded military base is your idea of a good view like it is mine.

"Nice place you got here."

Artemis steps forward, indicating a complex over to our right with her right hand.

"That stuff's new. We had to fortify our long-range communications, and since even when it got really bad no one wanted to risk destroying Caergwaed's vats this was the best place to put it."

I nod. Local experts are copying the really quite clever system to the cities on my side of our renewed alliance as we speak, and inscribing New God designs on them for superior effectiveness.

"So what happened?"

"After you left, two of the 'observers' turned out to be assassins. After they got killed we found out that a bunch of other cities were attacking the cities who sent representatives to the launch." She turns around to face me, leaning back on the railing. "Caeryg died right away-" Unfortunate. "-and so I had to try and get everyone to work together."

"Looks like you did a pretty good job. Yours was the second largest alliance on the planet."

The only other one worth talking about. Once the unaligned cities found out that our war had suddenly stopped they began making representations. More to Artemis' side than mine, but since what's mine is hers I'm not going to complain.

"This…" She shakes her head. "Isn't my thing. It's like herding cats! I spent like ninety percent of my time just trying to get them to even talk to each other!"

"I just killed anyone who disobeyed me. Saved a lot of time…"

"I wanna say that's bad… But I know how many people died every time one of the Highborn on my side decided to act up."

"That's politics at the national level. People die whatever you do. I like the way I do things but I can't tell you I'm objectively right. Your way might have been better."

"Or it might not have worked."

I nod. "And you won't ever know for sure because you can't do both." I smile. "And this is the difference between Earth, and Apokolips and New Genesis. You encouraged cooperation and I compelled obedience, and rather than fight to the death we're talking about it like rational people and combining our power bases to do something more important."

"Did you kill a lot of people?"

"The total Sheeda population is far less than the population of Earth in our era. Do you mean as a proportion, or in absolute numbers?"

"I-." She gives a tired snort. "I suppose it doesn't matter." She shrugs. "So what's next?"

"Bleed torsion generator."

That gets her attention.

"You know how to make it work?"

"Think so." I huff, shaking my head. "I've had to have Mother Box working on war-related things, but between what she already knows and what she learned in space, it should be possible. And…" How to approach this? "When did the picture cut off?"

"A little bit after you started your tour of the Source Wall. The universe is really small now, huh?"

"That's my conclusion, though I don't plan on touching it to check."

"Yeah."

"I… Saw something, when I was coming back. An etheric tide flowing from the Earth to the sun. I'm not sure.. exactly what was happening, but once things are stable here I want to go up again and get a closer look at the sun."

She nods. "That's the only other place to look."

"Technically, we could look underground." She smiles faintly. "And I know that we knew that the sun is continuing to.. feed, but it became noticeably more intense when the fighting started. And when I began to despair, it was able to drain me."

She shrugs. "I don't think the Sheeda are going to start another war."

"No, but once the generators are up and running, I think it might be worth putting resources into light entertainment."

She nods. "To keep people happy, and make it harder for the sun to feed on them."

"Or just to add circuses to the bread. Anything new on your end?"

She nods. "We found records of the tissue sample. The one-"

"The one they got from the Justice Legion." / "-they picked up from whoever it was-. Yeah."

"And… Were you able to learn anything about it?"

"I.. got the local Vat Masters to look at it, but the record's really old and… Weird. The Vat Lord said that he thought the problem was their ancestors making a copy of a copy of a copy without really understanding what they were looking at."

I nod. "To be expected, really. Unless they find the original I doubt it will help. But… I am pleased that you kept looking."

She nods with a smile, stepping away from the railing.

"We should go talk to the Highborn. Let them know what we want them doing now that the war's over."

I nod. "Maybe I could bring more people up with me next time. See if going above the mists affects Sheeda differently."

"That-."

"My lady? My lord?"

A Highborn I don't recognise walks around Artemis's attendants and hesitantly halts before us. Since this is Artemis's city I wait for her to reply.

"What is it, Edwyn?"

"You asked about a particular tissue sample collected by our ancestors?"

"What about it?"

"With the help of Lord Grayven's arcanists, we… We believe that we may have found it."

She frowns. "A better record?"

"No. The original sample. It has… It appears to have somehow survived. We.. initially misidentified it, but… With a more thorough review-."

"Take us to it right now."

 

[Mr Zoat]

Where We
Stand

The Vat Lord of Caergwaed puts a block of chitin into a reader device and then places his hands on the work station, sigils lighting up as he uses magic to read the contents.

"It's in the block?"

The Vat Lord nods at Artemis's inquiry.

"It's a standard sample container. It's designed to exclude external contaminants, but given the age of the sample it should have long since spoiled. But in fact…"

An illusion image appears… That's not human DNA. I… Don't even think that's DNA. I'm… Passingly familiar with genetic encoding which uses other chemicals, but nothing like to the level I'd need to be for what I'm seeing to actually make sense to me.

"As you can see, this sample is undamaged. Pure. Even after all this time."

Artemis looks at it, then looks at me. I shrug, and she peers at the image instead.

"Do you know what sort of… Thing this molecule would create?"

"No. I could begin work on a specialist vat to grow it, if that is your wish."

"This… Thing killed the most powerful superheroes in the galaxy when the galaxy was full-sized. Let's not create another one."

I take a closer look, but…

Ping.

Really?

"Vat Lord, my Mother Box recognises parts of this."

"Well, yes, my lord. These segments here and here-" Several parts are illuminated. "-exist in every creature on Earth. In myself, other Highborn, Lowborn, our beasts, even the material of the ground. All of us."

The work station glows and a series of example cell structures appear, each showing the segments in their own structures in the cell. Other parts of the cell vary greatly; this is a cross section of Sheeda-life.

"Our every cell contains structures specifically designed to grow and maintain it. This discovery implies that either this… Creature is a more developed form of Sheeda, or that we were created as derivatives of it."

Artemis regards him levelly. "Meaning?"

"It's not my personal specialty, but there are wards which can be created from the blood of one's foe which will function perfectly against the donor's spells. It is known amongst Vat Masters that creatures without this component will fail to develop correctly, but the component itself is generally regarded as being purely inert. And… Biologically, it is. But perhaps there is some magic unknown to us where having this… Shields us."

I nod. "Like the visovoric effect which drains everything which is unprotected."

"Perhaps. Certainly, I cannot think of anything else that could explain this state of affairs."

"Design a small creature without it. I will shield it with my New God abilities so that we can study the precise effect."

"Very well, that is simple to achieve."

Artemis points at the illusion. "Could those work in a human body?"

"Yes, certainly. Though not without… Problems. You have met our recycling units?"

The zombie children. But if they are as… Human as they can be… "And if you wanted to create…" Artemis and I share a glance. "Something… Intelligent, as similar to a human as possible, that could contain that genetic sample and still be alive?"

"I have never seen unaltered human flesh. The Harvest Dreadnoughts convert it into a more useable format before returning to the Land of Summer's End."

Artemis slightly raises her right hand. "Grayven, do I have human DNA?"

"Sort of. If you're planning on offering it for analysis it probably wouldn't work. Don't worry, you can still get pregnant and donate blood without it killing anyone." Huh. "Uh. Actually, don't donate blood."

"What?"

"It won't hurt anyone, but it might give them temporary New God powers or something, and that would be confusing. But, yeah, we can't provide material for human comparative testing."

She nods, then frowns. "'We'?"

"My mother's from Earth. We don't know where, or what her name was, but this is her planet of origin. Did you think I didn't have any human biological traits?"

"Oh. Yeah, okay. Vat Lord, is this material in the mists as well?"

"Most certainly. Microbes in the water droplets contain the exact same segments."

"So-."

"My lady, you are not Sheeda. I am not… Sure you understand what a significant finding this is?"

I raise my eyebrows.

"I'm not sure you do, either. I'll wager you a pint of my blood that Sheeda were created by the final generation of humans specifically to be able to survive the draining effect of the Vampire Sun."

He shakes his head. "I will not take that bet. It sounds all too likely."

"That doesn't… Bother you?"

"Not really. I think everyone who would have been bothered by it either left with the Queen or died in the war. For myself… I have reached the pinnacle of my career, and I have nothing to look forward to but a gradual reduction in my capacity to create novel forms of life. But if you are successful… I will be unbound, free to create as I will. Purely from a self-interested point of view, the choice is an easy one."

Hm…

"When we're finished here, I may have a role for you. I know some people involved in the 'novel life form' business." I shake my head. "Can you use this sample to create a better ward?"

"Certainly. I would first have to find a way to reproduce a pure sample. And then there would be… Limitations. The creature sustaining it would effectively only exist to sustain the sample, though that would be quite sufficient for sorcerous purposes. For a sojourn to the Vampire Sun… Additional design work would be needed. A great deal of design work."

I nod. "You have the resources of the Sheeda civilisation." I smile at Artemis. "Chances that the thing that killed the Justice Legion is having a kip in the sun because the only thing left that it can feed on is warded against it?"

"Would the ward work if it just flew here?" Artemis makes eye contact with both of us. "I mean, it's a sun. If the tissue was blocking its draining spell, why wouldn't it just come here in person?"

The Vat Lord gestures to the room. "For much the same reason that we Harrow the past. There is nothing here. If the Vampire Sun can sustain itself upon us, then it will do so for as long as it can. It has no alternative."

"So that's not the sun-sun?"

I shrug. "Could be. Might not be. Might be… I mean, it was originally humanoid. It might have flown into the sun for fuel, and be draining Earth as a bonus. Either way, we need a creature that can survive the sun and this thing's draining. And an organic bleed torsion generator. Probably easiest if I have my people work on the generator while yours work on the rest."

Artemis nods. "I agree. With the Vat Lord having oversight of everything?"

I nod. "He's the best on the planet. Meanwhile… You and I have about a thousand and one meetings to sit in on."

Artemis nods, and we both step away as the Vat Lord deactivates the station and peers longingly at the sample container.

 

[Mr Zoat]

Where We
Stood

If I close my eyes and listen, I can hear it.

Not the generators themselves. Those are near-silent, and even with my ability to feel exotic effects I only really notice them when they're close by. Not the greater illumination. Even those poor unfortunates with electrosensitivity wouldn't feel anything from the super-efficiently shielded living lights parasitising on the city's blood network. Not the giant aerial box jellyfish who lift the mists up from ground level so that the lines of sight are a little more sensible, nor the growing planetary nervous system we're building to improve data transmission.

No. What I hear is civilisation. Growing civilisation. Strong civilisation. Growing, vibrant, peaceful civilisation. One that doesn't need my constant input to remain so. In a universe burned down to nothing, Artemis and I have surpassed Red Son Superman.

And so my unrest grows as progress slows.

And from the way Artemis is looking at me, she knows where my thoughts are heading.

"We can go whenever you want."

I nod slowly. "What can I say? I'm a completionist."

With improved lines of sight, our ability to travel via rainbow bridge has expanded hugely. And with clear vision granted by the eyes of new generations of space-dwelling Sheeda creatures, getting into space is easy.

If only there were somewhere to go. If only it was this simple back in the past.

But she's right and she knows it and she's already heading for the balcony and notching an arrow. It could be because our souls are responding to one another, but equally we've been together for a… Long time in the ongoing 'now' of Sheeda civilisation. A burst of rainbow light, then she stows her bow and… Offers me her right hand with a mock-condescending smirk.

I roll my eyes, and take it.

Even reducing military expenditure to next to nothing, we don't have anything like enough biological material to support a space elevator. We could just about make one by devoting almost all Sheeda biomass into it -including the humanoid Sheeda population- but that would rather defeat the object.

It would also weaken me, and since I'm the point man in this exercise that rather takes precedence.

I take Artemis's proffered hand and we walk across the rainbow bridge into the sky, emerging in the space-based vat station which has been creating our solar probes and has nearly completed our sun diver. Vat Masters and functionaries turn and bow in our direction, and we give them a polite nod of dismissal to return them to their duties.

"I guess…"

I raise my eyebrows. "What?"

"We're nearly done, aren't we?"

"It was just a matter of time once the war finished."

She tilts her head back slightly, staring at nothing.

"Gotham Academy."

"I can lend you the g-gnomes if you need to swot up on things."

"No… It's not that. I'm not.. sure… How to go back to it." She shakes her head and then looks up to me, shrugging. "School. And.. not-."

I smile, nodding. "Not being queen."

"It's not that being queen's been.. super-great, but I've kinda gotten used to it."

"You don't have to go back. Depending on what sort of time machine we end up using, you might be able to commute. Or-."

"You told your followers you wouldn't stay."

"Sure, but you didn't tell yours that. You could oversee the change from autocracy to oligarchy, and become a mere constitutional monarch."

She looks away again.

"I used to really look forward to it. I wanted to get the mission over with, and see Mom and… Tao, again. And it's not like I don't want to… I'm just… Not who I was when I left."

"That's growing up for you. Some change is inevitable. And this probably isn't the most extreme thing that could happen to you, given our careers." Hm. "Speaking of careers -and certainly not speaking of the fact that you mentioned your mother and boyfriend and not your sister- can I-?"

"I hadn't seen Jade since she started working for you. And I saw her, like, twice? Since she left home." Something occurs to her. "Did you tell her about your new girlfriend yet?"

"No. I don't really think she's a pony person."

"Actually, Dad did take us riding a couple of times."

"In Gotham? Were you riding sewer crocodiles?"

"No, the mutant sewer guppies ate all of those." She takes a deep breath. "But that all depends on what sort of time machine we get a hold of."

"True." I look around at the staff. "Vat Lord, are we in position to launch solar probes?"

The woman stops pointedly ignoring our conversation and approaches, giving us a deferential nod as she does so.

"We can, now that you are here. My lord, you will need to reinforce the protective spells. My lady, if you assist us with the launch we will have the results far more swiftly."

Artemis nods. "Show us where we need to be."

The Vat Lord turns aside and beckons. Two Vat Masters approach, one bowing to me and the other to Artemis. I follow my guide over to a fairly standard looking Sheeda organic console with New God additions. Some parts of this station were salvaged from the Sheeda's last group of New God visitors, the ones who gave them the Castle Revolving in the first place. As a result it's far easier for both Artemis and I to connect to it than Sheeda organisms with ersatz rune work.

"Here, Lord."

The Vat Master steps aside and I feel all of the ways this device is a part of the civilisation Artemis and I have built. All of the people who have worked on this, and prepared the raw materials and who harvest the food that sustains them.

I lay my hands on the console as I extend my purpose through the mechanism.

"All ready here. What's the spread on what we're going to find?"

"I'm afraid that 'malevolent super powered human' is far in the lead, lord."

"You think that the progenitor of the Sheeda was human?"

"Super powers sometimes manifest with physiological oddities, lord. And humans have shown a tendency to develop unusual abilities of tremendous power."

"No super Sheeda?"

"None save those which were deliberately designed, lord."

"Anyone betting that it's me?"

"There…" She looks away. "May be some, lord."

"A Sheeda using a time loop?"

"I believe that the former king Melmoth's name was mentioned in that capacity. Of course, this is all purely speculative. It is more likely to be something none of us have considered."

 

[Mr Zoat]

Where You
Stood

By New God standards, it's not much. A simple spear. But shot from a New God bow by an archery-focused New God it has a little more kick to it. Artemis looses in the direction of the sun, her aim guided by the probe array.

And then we wait.

I kicked myself after I spotted it, but given everything else that's been going on, noticing the fact that despite its level of illumination the sun was far smaller than it should be wasn't all that far up my list of weird things. The Earth is habitable despite that due to being a great deal closer. What happened to the extra mass? No idea.

Artemis nods. "I hit it, but-."

A translucent figure appears just in front of us. Pale red skin, short black hair with a noticeably receding hairline, skin tight black body stocking with a black cape and a collar which must obscure his vision if he turns his head left or right. Red boots which extend to the tops of his calves, red gloves which extend to near his elbows, a white belt and a white starburst on his chest which reminds me of the logo of the Japanese version of Dr. Light. His ears are slightly pointed and his eyes.. glow the colour of the sun which serves as his backdrop.

He looks… Tired. His eyes aren't fully open and he doesn't appear to be focusing well. His clothing isn't as tight as I thought at first glance; it's flopping in places, as if it stretched in the wash. Either that or the wearer shrunk. Though it's possible that the spear sticking out of his chest has something to do with that.

I have no idea who he is.

"Hello there."

The figure… Blinks, looks in my direction and then closes its eyes for several seconds.

"You look rough."

"How I look-" He opens his eyes and the glow is a little brighter. "-is but a tiny fraction of how I feel."

"Good show. That's what you get for killing the universe."

"True as that may be, I'm still more than strong enough to add another godling to my tally." He raises his right hand to the spear impaling him and.. it vaporises, the material simply vanishing. "Do you have something you wish to say, or are you simply offering yourself to me?"

"Before I do that, I'd like to know what happened. We've had to piece things together from very little, and I'm sure that we've missed some things. And I doubt that you've been overwhelmed with conversational partners recently."

"True again. And yet I find that I do not care for it. In short: I won. But I misjudged the nature of the game. I absorbed all of the energy in the universe and it was glorious. Briefly. All too briefly."

"Because once all of the energy is gone, what do you eat next?"

"Yes. Originally, I ate slowly enough that it wasn't a problem, feeding on the fear and pain of worlds before throwing them into their sun. But when I came to this region, the United Planets fought… Better than anyone I'd fought before. They did… Something to me which exacerbated my hunger. Whereas before I ate to please myself, now I was constantly ravenous. I was forced to drain more and more systems to sustain myself, long after everyone had stopped resisting. I was reduced to draining power from the spatial dimensions themselves!"

"And it amounted to nothing. As the universe shrunk and shrunk around me, I was forced to hide in the last remaining system. The only place I couldn't drain directly because my powers have been deluded into treating it as part of my body."

"Okay, but why couldn't you just smash it to pieces manually?"

"What makes you think I couldn't?" He manages a small smile. "The material is useless to me, but the emotions they radiate give me some relief. Those I can feed upon."

"Did any of them contact you?"

"Melmoth did, him and Aurakles. When I told him the story, he seemed quite taken with my lifestyle. I believe that I inspired him. He offered me a tithe of pain and suffering in exchange for a trivial amount of help in overcoming the New Gods and guaranteeing that I would maintain this sun. I assume that you do not intend to continue that deal."

"Couldn't if I wanted to. The time machine left this era and ended up being destroyed in our relative past. Unless an earlier version of it jumps forward, you're out of luck."

"Unfortunate. Still, I imagine that the Sheeda will feel at least a little despair if I kill you."

I nod. "Probably. For a while. But that's all temporary, isn't it? A microcosm of your foolish overindulgence in the rest of the universe. Once you've eaten all they can provide, what do you do next?"

...

He watches me for a moment.

"Do you have a better idea?"

"Of course I do. Otherwise I'd have tried to kill you with the opening bombardment. Though it does rely on you being rationally self-interested and not just a total maniac. I've been disappointed before on that score."

"Tell me."

I carefully draw the Sword of the Fallen from its scabbard.

"This blade was created to kill things that can't die. It does this by nullifying their exotic energies and causing them to reincarnate as mortals. If you allowed me to use it on you, you would survive and be freed of the need to feed on the huge amounts of energy you do now. Though you would obviously be weaker, you could then seek ways to re-empower yourself that didn't come with the same drawback."

"And what would stop you killing me once I gave up my power?"

"We need you to repair the universe. I assume that you know what you did to shrink it?"

"Yes. But there isn't enough power to undo something on that scale."

"On the contrary: there is a way to get more power from the Bleed. But there isn't enough material to build enough generators to satiate the being who ate the universe."

"So you expect me to let you stab me."

"Or you could go and join the titans on the Source Wall. They can't be destroyed. If eternity staring into space is what you actually want, that option has been available to you since you got here. Or you could keep going as you are, and eventually the Sheeda will die, and then you will too. So my question is:-"

I smile and fan out my right hand.

"-how rational are you?"

"Killing you sounds more appealing."

"Lots of people say that. And I'd make a fight of it, but against a being who killed the universe I think I'd probably lose. But… Then what?" I shrug. "Killing me might give you a short term boost, but it doesn't fix the core problem. You're still stuck here, in a dead universe."

"There are other universes."

"Sure, but you're not stuck here because you can get to one. You're stuck here because you can't. And I can't build a portal because I can't adjust what I know about portals to the altered physical laws your actions have produced. And frankly, I'm not eager to unleash you onto anyone else."

"And what will you do if I choose the status quo?"

"Try to work out how to kill you. Kill you or die trying. And in either case, you don't get what you want. Would you like some time to think about it? We've got a clock based on beetles."

 

[Mr Zoat]

Where They
Stood

The Ender of Days reappears on the platform where I'm waiting.

"I've thought about it."

I raise my eyebrows as-.

"Sorry, none of the files I read had your name."

"You didn't tell me yours, either."

I didn't, did I?

"I apologise. My name is Grayven. I'm from Apokolips, but you probably already know that."

"No. All Source-bound creatures taste too similar to me for the difference to be worth mentioning. Apokolips was memorable, but its inhabitants? Hardly."

"Lots of tasty misery? Father considered himself something of an expert."

"He was a virtuoso in a single note. I've played entire orchestras. He defined himself by the lives of others while I define myself."

"And what name do you define yourself as?"

"I have been called many things. 'Starbreaker' was the name the Justice Legion used for me. It serves as well as any other."

"Alright, Starbreaker. Got to say, you're sounding more and more like a high-end New God. Godly powers, a God Name-."

"I am not so pathetic."

"You never met my grandfather. There was always a wide range of power levels amongst my kind. You're not that out there."

His lip curls.

"I didn't come here to be insulted."

"Alright, alright. So what's your answer?"

"My answer is 'no'." He smiles faintly. "I can still live a very long time. You seem like the cautious type. I think you will try everything you can to survive without risking yourself. And I think that you're a good deal more imaginative than the near-human refuse that litters the Earth today. I think there's a good chance that you'll be able to work something out before I'm dangerously weakened-."

He frowns.

"Where's your knife?"

"By now?" I raise my eyebrows. "About six inches into your primary body's right ear."

I step up to him and grab him around the head! He counters by extending claws and stabbing at my forearms. He's strong enough to go through my armour but between my resilience and the regeneration he can't do enough damage to break my hold.

"You really shouldn't have told me that your powers don't work on things with your genetic template."

I hook my fingers together and squeeze.

"Though if it's any consolation at all-"

Ruby beams blast from his eyes, biting into the flesh of my forehead as I duck my head slightly but swiftly cutting out as I move my thumbs to crush his -argh!- eyes. I feel the flesh being stripped from my thumbs and the disconcerting feeling of my own bones falling off, but the beams cut out and his head… Is… Compressing…

"-you achieved far more than any other New God."

His head-. Doesn't exactly burst so much as come apart, his body decaying into grey vapour a moment later.

I step back from the platform where I'd been waiting for his response… No real pain from my thumbs, and though the stumps are a little disconcerting I can already see them starting to regrow. No need for mana infusions when I'm in full conquering and ruling mode, I take it. No, irrelevant. I turn away and walk back into the station proper.

"Anything from Artemis?"

A shimmer of rainbow light, and the woman herself strides back into the command centre, along with her retinue.

I grin. "Dead?"

"He kinda turned to dust. Yours?"

"Dusted." I smile. "When did you get this sneaky?"

"Ah, some time between Dad dropping me in a forest at night next to a pack of wolves with a rucksack full of bacon, and working as a superhero in Gotham."

"Right, but I thought you were learning Tao's abilities."

"Tao's… Kinda the God of Warrior Heroes who Happen to use Bows. I'm more like the God of Bow-Ninjas."

"Great, so-" Outside of the station, the sun goes out. "-now there's literally nothing in the universe that can stop us."

"Unless he kills himself as a mortal."

"Yeah, someone who was prepared to endure torture through starvation for this long isn't going to kill himself just to spit in our eyes. Mother Box?"

"Ping!"

"Glad to hear it. Glad to hear it."

"Ah…" The Vat Lord hesitantly approaches. "My lady? My lord? The sun is… Gone."

"To be expected, really. That wasn't the sun; that was a synthetic sun generated by Starbreaker using his stored power. But without him around draining everything, we can build artificial gravity generators strong enough to stop the Earth crashing into the Source Wall. With a little longer we can build an energy to matter converter and use that to build a proper sun. And once the spine riders have finished with Starbreaker's mortal form we can get busy expanding the universe and rebuild the star system."

Artemis looks mildly concerned. "And… How long do we have until the planet crashes?"

"Well, the Earth was barely moving, and while the universe is small compared to its old size it's not small in absolute terms. We should have plenty of… Time…"

"What?"

For the first time in a while I take my rings out of their pouch in my armour. No glow, but… That's probably just as well. If Starbreaker had released all of his stored energy in one go there probably wouldn't be much left.

"If we can find a way to give my rings even the smallest spark of charge, I can bring my personal lanterns out of subspace. At that point things become simplified to the point of absurdity. Do you know any Sheeda who specialise in emotional magic?"

"Yeah, I've got… One city where they do that. They're kinda weird, though."

"Sounds like just the ticket. The time machine thing is still at the speculative stage, but-."

One of the Sheeda manning the consoles jerks in surprise.

"My lord and lady… A Harvest Dreadnought has returned from the past, directly over the old capital!"

I frown.

That… Can't be right. Sivana… Checked. The Dreadnoughts don't have their own time drives.

Artemis walks over to the console as its operator calls up an illusory image of the Dreadnought.

"Just one?"

"Yes, my lady. And no sign of the Castle Revolving."

"Does the Dreadnought have any kind of identification? Do you know which one it is?"

"Not… From the last Harrowing fleet. I don't… Know."

Artemis looks at the image for a few moments, then turns to face me.

"We need to get down there."

I nod. "Indeed we do."

 

[Mr Zoat]

Where They
Stop

"Ah!"

A grinning, human-looking figure on one of the lower gantries grins broadly as Artemis and I approach, carried through the air on our aero-discs. We're a little way away from Caereglwys, the city that used to be the Sheeda capital before the war… Well, the place sent the largest proportion of its populations with the Harrowing fleet and then its rulers tried to lord it over the other cities…

It didn't go well.

"Hello! You must be the caretaker-management!"

He… Does actually look familiar-. Ah! Yes.

"And you must be ex-king Melmoth. I hear that you're immortal."

"Indeed I am. And I hear that you disposed of that blight in the middle of our sun."

Artemis's eyes narrow slightly. "And exactly how did you hear about that?"

"I didn't rule this world for centuries by being second with the news. I had beacons set in place to transmit that information to me whenever I was whenever it happened. You're…" He looks at me with condescending curiosity. "Grayven, aren't you?"

"Guilty as charged."

"And… A female archer with the powers of a goddess..?" He raises his eyebrows. "Artemis?"

Artemis looks away. "I need a new name."

"If it's any consolation, Donna's isn't much better." I look back up at Melmoth. "Look… What do you want? We've just gotten this place working properly. We were just about to grab Starbreaker and put him to work rebuilding the universe."

"Do you like this era so much that you no longer wish to leave it?"

Artemis and I glance at each other. I incline my head slightly, prompting her to field the question.

"No, we want to leave."

"Then I have just the thing. A small quantity of the liquid which the Castle Revolving uses to travel through time. And unlike my ex-wife, I actually understand how to use it. Would you like to return to your own era? A little before? A little later? The very instant you left? I-."

"Sorry." I raise my right hand. "Sorry to interrupt. What year is it?"

"I have no idea. And given that we don't have a sun, and that the Earth never exactly 'orbited' the Vampire Sun, I don't see the relevance."

Artemis throws her hands up. "Oh, come on! How can you be a time traveller if you don't know what the time is!?"

"By aligning my chronal sensors to known temporal events. I don't need a calendar to follow a beacon. Though if it's troubling you this much, we're approximately one billion years from the Last Harrowing. Does knowing that make you happier?"

"Actually-" Artemis nods. "-yeah. Yeah, it does."

"Then I'm happy to be of service. But as I was saying, I can send you home. That's what you want, isn't it?"

"Yeah." She nods again. "We do, and thanks for telling us there's a time machine on your ship. And I'm guessing you want us to hand over Earth-now to you?"

"It would help. But in all honesty, both of you leaving would be quite adequate. I'm more than confident in my own ability to rise to the top of whatever civilisation you've built here."

Hm. We have created a House of Lords analogue, but Artemis and I have a firm grasp on executive authority and we haven't… Put in place a system for Sheeda civilisation to govern itself fully after we leave. That was something we were planning on doing, obviously, but it wasn't urgent enough to prioritise just yet.

Of course. He can't let us entrench a new planetary ruling elite. Taking over is easiest when there isn't anyone with a vested interest in keeping the job themselves. They served us and they can serve him. They might be mildly peeved not to get the power Artemis and I implied that they would, but they won't be losing out. Nothing would be taken away. The moment they get their new power, the moment one of them gets it and the system is there for others to peacefully receive it in turn… Suddenly, they aren't inclined to let anyone take it away from them permanently.

Artemis nods. "And what happens if we say 'no'?"

"Then… I… Simply take it from you. My Harvest Dreadnought has been extensively converted, and I picked up a few willing assistants before I returned to the present. Unlike the people who serve you, they're used to fighting in an environment where they're not having to carefully avoid being drained of all life. Their raw power is really rather impressive."

I'm… Not sure whether that's an actual risk or not.

"I know we haven't been focusing on our military force recently, but we did fight a world-spanning war not all that long ago. Not only do we still have all of the weapons and warcraft of that era, but we've got plenty of veterans who think well of us. And big as this ship is, I… Don't think you've got the resources to carry out a coup de force."

"And I don't want to carry out a coup de force. I'm afraid.. that.. I don't understand your hesitation. You've achieved something wonderful here. You've freed Sheeda civilisation from the need to feed upon the past. You've given it a chance to build a new future, a chance that it didn't have before. A chance I've never had before. And I'm grateful; we're all grateful. And I'm offering you a chance to go home."

"How exactly are we supposed to trust you not to just dump us back with the dinosaurs?"

"Well, that wouldn't kill you, and would put you in the perfect position to disrupt our Harrowing of the sauriods. And since I don't remember you being there and since I don't want to risk erasing myself, I can't risk it. If you want to ask about another era, I can open a portal -briefly- and you can send through such probes or use such magics as will satisfy you as to its authenticity. Really…" He chuckles darkly. "It would be far more effort for me to produce a convincing fake than it would be to just send you away, when I know that doing so will result in your death… As.. evidenced by the fact that you're not here now. Some time in the next billion years the universe takes care of things for me, so whether it happens a mere million years one way or the other makes no difference to me at all."

He tries an earnest smile, and even if he's genuine it comes off as completely dishonest.

"I honestly just want you gone. Tell me what I can do to convince you, and I'll gladly do it."

…

I think I've been here too long. I'm feeling… Possessive, in a way I wasn't when I let Myand'r continue ruling Tamaran. I didn't feel this way when Armstrong gave me orders. I didn't feel this way when Jon asked me to do things or when Batman used to… It could be the… Time that's passed, or the closeness of the Source Wall, or… Just how dominant I am here. Or how attached I've become. I could hand over to Artemis without a moment's hesitation, but… This man…

Artemis comes to a conclusion while I'm still mulling it over.

"What exactly do you want to do with the place?"

"While I've been away I've discovered new techniques, which can sustain us without needing to raid the past!"

"And those are..?"

"Dreams. We can raid the dreams lingering from more prosperous times and manifest them into reality. With this universe so stripped down there'll be no interference as we bring entire worlds from the unreal to the real."

He might be onto something. Deep Dreaming manipulation hasn't really been an Apokoliptian thing. Which is a little surprising, now that I think about it.

"Entire peoples, entire civilisations, ours to hunt and despoil, then return to unreality so that we can do it all again tomorrow! I almost wish we'd never bothered raiding the past, but alas, I didn't know this was possible. Such a glorious pleasure it will be!"

I sigh, and look at Artemis who is in turn looking at me expectantly.

"Yeah. Okay."

I raise my left hand, orange power ring shining brilliantly, and brand him.

 

[Mr Zoat]

AND WE'RE FINALLY
OUT OF HERE!

The leaders of Melmoth's… 'Guests' watch as their ancestor and would-be overlord works the console that controls the temporal displacement system. It's only got enough… 'Time juice' for one journey, though we can keep the portal open for a few minutes to check things. Then… That's it. The Sheeda are stuck in the future and we're stuck coming after them the slow way.

They're from some parallel not-quite Earth Melmoth was planning on using as a fallback position after Gloriana backstabbed him. They weren't keen, overthrew him when he was at his weakest, then followed through on their puritanical instincts and cast out anyone who didn't conform, thus creating a 'natural' following for him to lead into the promised land. He was originally going to take them to post-Harrowing Earth, but with the Harrowing falling at the first hurdle and Starbreaker suffering an existence-failure he changed his destination. They sided with him on the grounds that it was better than being burned to death and none of them seem all that bothered with me controlling him.

A couple of the less-mutated ones look a little like Klarion, but I suppose that's a fairly generic look.

I don't know if Melmoth was right about us being doomed. His systems don't record exactly when the fall of civilisation happens, and I haven't wanted to risk being marooned in the future by using the chronal viewer to check. I'm going to have to actually have one of my rare meetings with the Controllers to make sure that they're keeping an eye out for 'Starbreaker'. And… One of my rarer meetings with the Guardians.

Melmoth jerks, and I apply a little more orange light to render him obedient. Puppetting someone like this isn't something I've found easy, but since I've sworn off assimilation I've been trying to use it to futz around with the target's desires. Make them pliable. I haven't quite… Got it, yet, but it's a work-in-progress.

"It's… Ready… On… Your command…"

I glance at Artemis. She takes a moment to confirm her desires on the subject, then nods to me. Back we go, then.

"The command is given."

Melmoth presses a button and green-glowing liquid burbles through the system. A moment later a portion of the Harvest Dreadnought's bridge disappears as the space within is subject to a temporal overlay. Artemis draws and looses a volley of eye-arrows, but it's a formality. The monitoring technicians confirm the target a few seconds later.

It feels… So long. Not in a… I've been off work for a few weeks and it takes me a moment to remember the processes. Not, 'I've been on holiday for two months and school starts in September' long. I… Haven't forgotten as much as I expected to. Details… I'm going to need to relearn some of the paperwork requirements for my role in the Department of Metahuman Affairs and some names… I think they've slipped away. What I was doing in the days before the start of the Harrowing attempt. But my family? I remember them as clearly as when the attack started and I ordered them into the Challenger Mountain facility. With… I was with… What'shisname, the… Piper! The piper fellow! I don't know if that's something to do with how memories are encoded, something to do with being a New God… Something to do with the 'we stop ageing at thirty' thing.

Or maybe the time I've been here is nothing like as long as I suspect that it is. Artemis is in much the same position; I get the impression that she'd be a lot less enthusiastic about returning if something wasn't happening which weighted her life prior to her arrival in the future differently to the life she's lived here. But then I was thirty while she was seventeen. Even if my theory's true, that's thirteen years of being moulded by the Land of Summer's End.

The Lord President Anarawd steps forward to wish us a good journey. He was appointed by Artemis and I due to being on a relatively even moral keel and having the charisma to bring Sheeda civilisation with him in its new direction. Melmoth's novel methodology has thrown a few new wrinkles in that plan, but he appears to be coping so far. Which is good: he can be removed by the collective will of the Witam and will have to be careful to maintain their support.

"Lady Artemis, Lord Grayven. I don't have time to fully describe your impact on our civilisation, but to be brief: we owe you everything we've become and everything we will build in the future. Thank you both."

He bows, and the Sheeda all across the bridge mirror the action. Artemis looks around and then dips her eyes, looking away slightly and trying to avoid eye contact.

I smile for the crowd.

"Our pleasure." I raise my left hand and disintegrate Melmoth. "Just be on the watch for Starbreaker. Artemis?"

"Oh, ah, yeah." She draws an arrow. "Anywhere in particular?"

"The Hall of Justice?"

She blinks. "In, ah… Washington?"

"Unless they've moved it."

"Rrrright." She draws and looses, a rainbow smear linking the future with the past. "Let's get out of here before the time juice runs out."

I offer her my right hand with a faint smile, and she slings her bow and takes it.

5th May
09:12 GMT -5

"This is a restricted-."

The American army lieutenant whose men are pointing guns at us cuts himself off.

"Agent Grayven? Ah, sir?"

"Lieutenant. Status of the Sheeda?"

"Ah-. The Castle ship got destroyed yesterday, and… Luthor's fleet got all but one of the harvest-ships." The soldiers mostly return to guard duty, with a few flashing curious glances at Artemis and me. I suppose that she's not all that well known-.

Ugh. Just lost my connection to the Land of Summer's End. All that… Wonderful conquered territory.

"We think they made it invisible, somehow. These-" He holds up his rifle a little and I see the underslung spell-breaker unit Clea is lending to the United States. That was a fun surprise for the Sheeda who assumed that their armour would adapt to attacks from regular soldiers. "-came in real handy, but HQ reckons that there are a whole bunch of the bastards still out there. You… want us to call in..?"

Right, Artemis's radio got eaten by Starbreaker.

"No, we're good. Shout if they notify you of active combat."

He nods. "Sir."

Sinestro… No. Ring, show me Venus. Was Sivana successful?

Images of acid hurricanes and barren rock flicker through my mind.

Not found.

"Grayven to Jean. Send a team to secure Doctor Magnificus Sivana. He will be staying at Challenger Mountain for the foreseeable future."

"Yes, Mister Grayven."

"Please inform my children that I'm alive and well and that I'll be with them within the hour."

"Of course."

I fabricate a League personal computer for Artemis and pass it over to her. She looks at it blankly for a moment, then straps it to her left arm.

"Ah…" A couple of mis-presses, then she finds the communication function. "Artemis to Justice League. I'm at the Hall of Justice. Grayven and I got off the Castle before Sivana destroyed it."

"Are you hurt?"

Who-? Batman. Bruce Wayne. I haven't… Forgotten who he is, but the slight distortion in his voice meant that it took me a moment to link it to him.

"No, I'm… Fine." From her expression, Artemis is having a little-. Ah, she's remembered. "But-. Some things happened, and I… Unless you really need me I'd like some downtime."

"I'll inform Aqualad. Debrief tomorrow."

"Sure." She closes the channel and then turns to me. "Grayven, can you… Take me home? I… Can't remember how to get there."

 

[Mr Zoat]

5th May
16:23 GMT -7

I sit on the floor in the middle of the living…

I sit on the floor in the middle of my living room, television on and showing the highlights of a meeting between the UN Security Council, the Justice League, and Lex Luthor and a few other EDF officers. My… Small people who live in my house. My children, are clustered around me, drawing reassurance from my presence as I… I try and get back into father-mode after so long in cruel tyrant mode.

It's… Not as bad as when I got anti-lifed. So there's that.

I note that in the establishing shots they show the Pax Lex guarding the sky over New York and EDF marines in light armour looking considerably more dangerous than the US army personnel standing guard outside. If the few shots that show his face in any detail are anything to go by I'd say that Lex looks pleased, and… As my God senses readjust to being back in this era I think I'm getting feedback from him.

It's so weak.

"Daddy?"

The youngest -Sarah, her name's Sarah, don't forget it- hasn't really stopped looking at me since we all sat down. She keeps touching me, reassuring herself that I'm still here. I'm not entirely sure why. I… Don't remember her being this clingy.

I smile down at her beneficently. "Yes, honeybun?"

"Why were you gone so long?"

"Didn't Jean explain who the Sheeda are?"

Sarah nods, stroking my left side with her right hand and looking away.

"Then you know what I was doing. I was fighting them. And now they're nearly beaten."

She's not looking at me. That's… Bad..? With Sheeda that's a sign of deference, but with human… Humanish, children, I don't… Think it's a good sign.

I reach around and pick her up, an action which causes her to jerk her head upwards in surprise as I deposit her in my lap and wrap my… Well, my hands around her.

"What's the matter?"

She has to tip her head all of the way back to look up at my face.

"You feel different, Daddy. We can…" She looks around at her natural brothers and sisters for support, and they're all watching me too. "We can all feel it. Do you need the ponies?"

"No, not -hah!- right now." I lean down, remember I'm too big for that, then lift her up so that I can kiss her forehead. "I was sent to the future, and I was there for a very long time until I could come back. I'm a little out of sorts, but I'll be fine in a little while."

I stretch out my arms, and the rest of my brood squeeze in closer so that I can hug them all at once. Except Lynne, who's…

I look around at where she's sitting on the settee. "Lynne?"

I feel her mental probe and **I try to arrange my experiences in the far future into some sort of coherent narrative for her perusal.** She frowns very faintly, her eyes becoming a little vacant as she focuses on her internal slideshow.

"Do you want us to call Artemis?"

"Yes."

I blink in surprise. I hadn't.. meant to say that. My children need me around and Lex needs me out of the spotlight. Artemis…

Needs to talk to the friends she hasn't seen in… Decades, at least.

Lynne's already offering me the phone, Artemis's home number already ringing. I smile faintly as I take it from her and hold it against my right ear.

"Thank you."

It's… Ringing. I still haven't entirely gotten used to American ring tones. Land line ring tones, I-

"Hello?"

-mean.

"Paula, good afternoon. Is-"

"Grayven?"

"-Artemis with you?"

"Yes, she-. Hold on."

"Hey… Grayven."

"Not exactly a grand palace, is it?"

"It's… Home… Apparently."

"Is it all coming back to you, or..?"

"Kinda? I remember where stuff is, but… It's.. not… Home, anymore. Y'know?"

"I thought you said that your apartment made you feel like you stepped out of an Edgar Allan Poe poem?"

"Ye-ah, but at least the poem was about me. I keep-. Looking around for servants."

"Only to be expected."

"I think I've lived like that most of my life now." I hear her exhale. "I took a look at my wardrobe and I don't understand any of it."

"Do you want a g-goblin? I'm sure the genomorphs can spare one."

"I don't think Mom's got.. room. Hey…"

"Yes, it feels weird for me t-. You know what? Mother Box, hush tube."

"Ping!"

"OhthankGod."

I barely have time to toss the phone back to Lynne before Artemis strolls in and-.
Embrace my Other Half.
"Oh." She stops. "Is.. this..? Ah, hi!"

She smiles at the children who are now all staring up at her like a pack of meerkats.

"My children? Yes."

"No, I meant-. It felt like… We were back in the future."

"Apokoliptian technology runs throughout my mountain. It helps me project my power, anchors it… It's not quite like having-. Children, move over and let Artemis sit down."

There's a shuffling around as they make space for her to my right, and she plonks herself down, not quite leaning against me but being about as close as she can without doing that.

"It's not quite like having an entire civilisation at my beck and call, but it's the closest thing I've got. You can feel it?"

"Mm-hm." She nods, looking around. "It's not.. the same, but it's… Familiar. Better."

"Well, feel free to drop by any time you want."

On the screen in front of us, Lex climbs up to a podium.

"So is this where Luthor takes over the world?"

"No, this is where he makes mildly smug remarks about the fleet's performance relative to the Justice League but otherwise sounds like a public servant. He needs to create-."

"Capitalise on the good will to get everyone invested in the fleet, so that no one tries to stop him."

I smile and nod. "Correct. Mass participation defence of the planet."

"Which we both… Know is better than a small… Group of Highborn. Ah, super… Heroes." She thinks for a moment. "I didn't… Use to think like this."

"Life changes us." I should probably shift the topic. "So are you going to keep your hair like that, or dye it back to blonde?"

 

[Mr Zoat]

Late Summer, IC 687

"Shit."

"Prince Diabo, the dragon may have-"

"Shit."

"-an understanding of language and it-"

"Shit."

"-genuinely wants to comply-"

"Shit."

"-with your instructions, but you do need to actually-"

"Shit."

"-express them coherently."

Diabo merely clutches the hastily converted saddle's reins and stares straight ahead as the dragon he's sitting on flaps towards Alnus Hill. As I suspected, he found it far easier to force it to do what he wanted it to than he would have to beat it down, and right now it's got a glowing Orange Lantern sigil shining out of its forehead. We interrupted it in the middle of 'burninating' an elven village, where the locals were ineffectually trying to kill it with what appeared to be longbows. Fortunately for the locals, Diabo drew its attention almost immediately, and now we have a way to make an epic entrance.

"Shit."

If he can regain sufficient control of himself to actually use this ring.

"I can't really see from here, but from the sounds we were hearing earlier I suspect that the people we are flying towards have a large number of weapons which can accurately hit flying targets. If you can't get a hold of yourself, they will shoot you dead. If you want to live, I can only suggest that you grow some testicles."

"Yes, yes I want to live, but this is insane!"

"I know. You beat a dragon in a fight. Who knew you had it in you?"

"I don't-."

"Oh that's right! Me. I did. And while you're not exactly impressing me right now, I have faith that you can handle this."

"R-really?"

"I could have chosen anyone in the Empire. I chose you. Now, can you work with me?"

"What range do their air weapons have?"

"Want to know, and the orange light will show you."

It takes him a moment, but glowing orange reins appear around the dragon's muzzle and pull it into a circling pattern while Diabo's eyes glow orange. Interestingly, I can see what he's showing himself as the ring picks out infantry fighting vehicles, tanks and gun emplacements owned by the people who now hold the area around the gate. Looks like… NATO standard equipment… Late twentieth century. High rate of fire explosive-driven kinetics for the most part. They don't appear to have any dedicated anti-air, though that may be because they saw that diving wyverns died perfectly easily to automatic rifles. The flag is… Post World War 2/Pre Great Awakening Japanese, though oddly I'm not seeing anyone from America.

The ring also shows him ranges and arcs of fire, and while he twitches he doesn't let his fear of getting shot distract him. I metaphorically nod approvingly as he bards his mount and armours himself in glowing plates instead.

"What should I do?"

"That depends on a number of factors. Meeting up with the commanders of the Empire's armies will firmly establish your authority with them, and allow you to halt any foolish attacks against the Japanese position. Attacking the Japanese directly will allow you to utterly destroy them. You could then use this ring to shut down the gate, or bury it in a hole. You could even use this ring to mentally dominate the Japanese and learn their secrets."

"That sounds risky."

"I'm afraid that there is nothing that can be done here that is entirely without risk. Another option would be to attempt to negotiate with the Japanese. This ring will allow you to understand any language and be understood in any language."

"And they won't attack me?"

"There are no guarantees. But there are ways to indicate that you wish to parley that it would be surprising for them to ignore."

"A.. white flag. We use something similar."

"Though to be honest, establishing yourself as powerful and then attempting to negotiate might be a better idea. Are there any wounded Empire soldiers down there?"

"They-."

And now he sees what heavy machine gun ammunition and canister tank rounds do to people in lamellar armour. Ah… Well, the Empire's army has only just arrived, so those are almost certainly the reserves for the original attack…

"No."

"In that case, I'm going to suggest flying down and landing just ahead of the Imperial army."

"Those are actually.. vassal armies. The Imperial army hasn't arrived yet. Which… Is almost certainly my father's intention."

"They die, he has some spies watching and learns what the Japanese can do without risking any further Empire soldiers and doesn't have to worry about the vassals siding with the Japanese. What a depressingly short term thinker." Hm. "Do you have a personal standard?"

"Yes? I don't.. use it very often…"

"Prince Diabo, you're hesitant. And I understand why. But I'm sorry to say that the only way to overcome these obstacles is to rise to them. To confront them. The only way to stop feeling the constant fear that you feel is to throw yourself into it. If you were now the man you ideally want to be, what would you do?"

He breathes in.

He breathes out.

Then we're diving towards the centre of the battlefield, construct wyvern riders bearing the standards of the Empire and the Imperial family and blowing battle horns. Through his ring-granted sight I see the moment the Japanese soldiers spot us. They're well-disciplined; there's no panic or shouting, just people rapidly talking on their radio. And I see one man… A lieutenant, mouths the words 'raid boss', and I see the tanks and IFVs aim their primary armaments in our direction.

And then we land, the dragon-.

The air in front of us lights up, rifle rounds, depleted uranium anti-armour rounds and heavy machine gun rounds slamming into a construct barrier just in front of us! I see that Diabo has reinforced his own armour. Not to better protect him, but to keep his limbs from trembling as he endures that assault. The wyvern construct escort fall in close by our dragon's sides and are dismissed.

Then Diabo rises off the dragon's saddle, floats over its head and stops just this side of the construct barrier he's using to keep the firepower of the Japanese assault force off him. He stays there for thirty seconds, until an order goes out on the Japanese side and the fire slackens off somewhat. They're still shooting, but it looks like they know that the weapons they're using aren't going to brute force their way through.

Then Diabo lands, creates a construct table and chairs and sits down. Behind him, a construct standard appears with the flags of the Empire, the Imperial family and a third which I assume is his personal device. Next to it, he transmutes a white flag and attaches it to a wooden pole.

As the fire from the Japanese army stops he puts his feet up on the table to wait.

"You were right."

"Oh?"

"Yes. It is very hygienic."

 

[Mr Zoat]

Cold Iron

25th June 2012
11:25 GMT

John and I simultaneously generate construct barriers to shield the population of the park, and I rise a short distance into the air as I use my ring to scan the area. Patchy return from the Sheeda units, and it looks like they're dropping off infantry in the town.

"Orders, Captain?"

More proof that the Justice League needs a better-. An actual command structure. Diana has command of the mission, but everyone else who went along only has the authority she chose to give them. I'm asking Major Adams for orders because he has seniority… Literally, a higher number, not because he's actually supposed to be in charge of anything. But if a man who fought in the Vietnam War is shy about ordering us to kill people…

I glance down and I see him reason through the issues associated with using League power in a situation like this. He isn't ignorant by any means, and I see my own face from multiple angles, his recollections of points I raised giving direction to his own-

"Military order. Stop the attack."

-intuitions.

"Good-"

Thin strands of orange light leap from my shield constructs, each one terminating in-. Okay, they dissolve into orange mist just before hitting the Sheeda. Fine, since the Sheeda seem to be members of the 'no helmet' club, I generate pulse laser constructs and open fire with those instead. Three, four drop, flies wallow in the air as their wings begin to burn-.

"-show."

The horde vanishes. I continue shooting at their predicted last locations, careful to aim upwards so that I don't risk hitting the town I'm trying to protect. Next, armour from subspace and-

The first entropic rays burn lines across the sky, but with my armour still optimised to withstand them I'm not all that worried.

-switch to sensor-based targeting. Visible light lasers aren't going to work on people using invisibility, so I switch to masers.

Below me, Beulah has her jezzail out and I hear a boom as she opens fire. Abednego is sheltering the theonomist who is clutching a cluster of small sigils and chanting quickly. Hopefully, some sort of mass-countermagic. Major Adams is receiving a frantic briefing from a British Army captain someone found him. Without any sort of augmented vision his ability to kill our attackers will be severely compromised.

There's a flash of light-. A tent I hadn't noted before is marked with the sword on a shield design of the Congregation glows brilliantly for a moment, then a group of five Congregationalists run out. They're not wearing their usual loose red clothes with white detailing any more; they're in light body armour with a runic design which.. a momentary review suggests is there to improve their energy discharges. Further flashes follow as more of them teleport in.

Whoever's firing those entropic rays has gotten their eye in. A series of beams strikes my cuirass, a flicker of light at first and then a continual beam. The origin point appears to be an empty space and if they're not worried about focused electromagnetic energy at all… Yes, the beams don't cut out when I point my masers their way.

But guess who's not the only one who can create entropic rays?

The maser constructs grow slightly but maintain their outlines, then the maser beams vanish and red beams flick out. I can't see the Sheeda, but I know their shape and can judge their approximate loc-.

Yes, there we go. Beams cut out and there, the gunfly and its passengers flicker back into visibility with chunks of their bodies missing. Fragile, then.

A cluster of Congregationalists are gathered at the south side of the park, glowing as they build up power. About half of the army contingent is forming up in a line behind them, all either wearing goggles or obviously shielding their eyes in preparation for the eventual discharge.

It's been a while since I've been to Ipswich, but the place looks reasonably intact. I don't think this area has seen sustained fighting-.

A crisp packet vanishes and I fire again, hitting a Sheeda soldier who had been too confident in his invisibility. Spraying fire at that area gets me another two kills and a dozen potholes. I've got no idea whether the Sheeda can see each other or what their drill is, so I don't know if there will be others close together like that… But the streets look relatively empty. I-.

The light flares and my world briefly goes dark. The town is blindingly illuminated, and-. I'm getting returns from the Sheeda. I stick with entropic beams, shooting out the heads of the flies with support weapons. There… Don't appear to be as many as I registered coming in. Pulled back? Teleported?

"You best with the soldiers or staying here?"

John might not be able to kill people without specific Guardian authorisation, but he can shield other people while they do it. And he can beat someone nearly to death and then leave them for someone else to finish off. And… If the Sheeda start using mass entropic ray fire on the refugees, he… Probably couldn't stop that. I could.

"Staying here. I've got the shields."

His constructs vanish and he heads to the front lines as the soldiers storm forwards, medics checking the collapsed Congregationalists and directing stretcher-bearers to move them back out of the way. Radio detection shows John relaying the positions of the Sheeda to the officers directing the attack while I continue my fly cull. Red beams flash out of a house in the path of the advance, but John's command of ablative barriers and his sheer bloody-mindedness allow him to keep his shield up for long enough to swing a wrecking ball construct into the wall next to them. Soldiers just behind him… Don't bother taking cover, which… Yes, with guns like these there wouldn't be much point. Instead they crouch to minimise their profile and open fire, shredding the interior of the upper floor of the house.

Not a lot of flies left. I'm leaving a few to try and tempt the Sheeda soldiers to cluster around them to try and escape, as well as shooting Sheeda in the path of the soldiers' advance to thin their numbers and reduce their ability to resist. I don't think they're taking it-.

Across the town, Sheeda soldiers fix shields in place while others move to whatever flat surfaces they can and trace out symbols-.

I begin sniping the ones doing the tracing, shifting guns around-.

Red beams from my right, outside of the cone affected by the Congregationalists! I shift focus, retraining my guns on the place the beams appear to come from and reinforcing-

"AAAAH!"

-the barrier protecting the panicking civilians below me. Major Adams takes a shot and the burned remains of a gunfly and its crew collapse and fall to the ground. Since the ground on that side is open fields I switch to railguns, loading Columbian-enchanted mageslayers and opening fire. I miss twice as the fly riders learn how to shoot and scoot, but clipping a single wing is all it takes to break the invisibility effect. Beulah hits my target with an incineration round a moment later and immolates them.

The rapidly-traced circles shimmer into… They look like Dolmen gates. I… No, Major Adams is in charge and my primary responsibility is to defend the civilian population.

I abandon my gun constructs, generate a large fly swatter construct and swing it through the area occupied by the distraction attack. Tiny disruptions mark where flies are struck and I extrude cables to assimilate them. As predicted, the local Sheeda are under the same onus as those in Columbia and decay the moment I get solid contact.

"Orange Lantern!" I look around to Major Adams. "Try and take some alive!"

I stop the swatter construct on its next hit and change it into a net, which wraps around something I can't see and binds it. Then… Drain.

There's a weight on the bottom of the construct as the fly and its passengers collapse, shimmering back into visibility as the enchantments on their chitin and armour are consumed. Looking back at Ipswich I see that all of the Sheeda who were rendered visible have retreated. Those still alive, anyway; rushed Dolmen gates appear to have a failure rate.

"Orange Lantern, stay on overwatch but keep listening. Green Lantern, stay with the soldiers as they sweep and clear. I need to find out what the hell is going on."

 

[Mr Zoat]

25th June 2012
11:44 GMT

"Oh El?"

"Good morning, Kid Flash."

"So was the other dimension full of really hot girls or something?"

I take a moment to consider my answer as I continue fabricating barricades around the perimeter of the park. No, humour probably isn't the way to go.

"No, it looks like time moves at different rates. For us, it was a few days."

"Really? 'cause you kinda missed World War Three."

I look over to where army engineers are checking which structures are safe for people to re-enter.

"Doesn't look like I've missed it. What happened?"

"Lots'a things. Not a lot happened for a few weeks, then they started trying to kill us. The team just had to fight some weird monsters, but the League had actual super-Sheeda coming after them."

"Did anyone die?"

"No one on the team. But… Civilians. People who were just around when we were on missions. They-. We couldn't always get everyone away in time."

I nod.

"I understand. We had a few fights with creatures like that as well."

"I got a pretty cool-looking acid burn out of it. I think everyone on the League got injured at some point. Flash got both his shins shattered. He had to get Angelica to fix them or he wouldn't have been able to run again."

"When did they escalate?"

"Back in May. A big.. space ship got sighted in a bunch of different places at once, then… A lot of people just… Disappeared. We found out later that they were dropping invisible commando teams into places they didn't think anyone was defending and then… They were…"

"'Harvesting' them."

"Yeah. We actually… I mean, the League managed to get on board one of their harvesting ships. I… I kinda wish I hadn't watched the recording."

"So what's the state of play now?"

"They've got more ships, and they've got all kinds'a ways to hide them. Every so often they attack someplace they think is undefended, and… Drag a load of people away. I don't even know how many attacks we're just not hearing about."

"How are governments responding?"

"Jd-I… I'm not really the guy to ask. We've got a whole lot more surveillance satellites than we used to, and they put up that magic detection network you wanted. But the Atlanteans say that the way the Sheeda use magic means they can't track them easily. You didn't… I dunno-."

"Come across an expert in Sheeda magic? Yes, yes we did."

"R-really?"

"The Columbians learned magic from Melmoth. And I captured both him and one of the Harvest fleet's scouts."

"Dude."

"Orange Lantern Corps. When only hearing the lamentations of their women will do."

"Where are you?"

"Ipswich."

…

"Where are you?"

"It's a large town in England. We arrived just in time for a Sheeda attack. Some prisoners taken. I… See that the Sheeda got Dolmen gates."

"Not… Exactly? It's more a time.. manipulation… Thing. Batman's got Rip Hunter and Jason Goldstein working on trying to block it. So far, no luck."

That's probably at least in part because we can't trust either of them with a working time machine.

"How is daily life being affected? Are you still going to school?"

"Yeah, I.. am. It's kinda weird? When the attacks first started a lotta places went into total lockdown. But that mostly stopped, because it didn't really help and it was wrecking the economy and making it harder to actually fight them. The Sheeda don't really care whether you're in your house or not, and they only attack a few places at once. So we've got the army and the national guard out on the streets almost all the time now, and… Some people are still living in their basements… But mostly we're trying to live normally."

"And since the Sheeda have burrowing worms living in the basement just means that when they take you no one will know about it."

"I was thinking more about a metaphorical basement? Oh, hey, Oh El? Didn't you say something about a fleet heading this way?"

"There should be a L.E.G.I.O.N. fleet coming here from Maltus, yes."

"Any chance they could get here faster? I'm not super-eager to see a whole lot of guns in space, but we could really use a whole lot of guns in space right now."

"I'll give them a bell. See you when I return to America."

"Catch you later."

I drop the call, then generate an actual holosuit construct before transmitting to the L.E.G.I.O.N. command ship. I wonder how Dox meant for me to take the fact that there aren't any Lanterns coming? It could be because the last one didn't work out and he doesn't want to irritate me by sending someone else who doesn't meet my standards. Or it could be because he doesn't want the senior captain to think that I'm in his chain of command.

"Illustres to L.E.G.I.O.N. theatre command."

A grey-skinned humanoid who looks a little like a yautja who had a run-in with a disc sander appears on in the holoprojector in front of me.

"Illustres."

"Earth is presently under attack by time-travelling magic-using harvesters. I am requesting that you make best possible time to Earth. We need your sensors and strike-weaponry."

"My orders make no mention of this. My flotilla is simply coming to protect one small city."

"That's Earth for you, I'm afraid. The bizarre doesn't stop." I sigh. "I'm not in your chain of command, so I can't issue you orders. If you think that your ships can't meaningfully assist, or that your orders don't give you the authority to make that decision yourself, I can't gainsay them. However, if that's the case, then I'm going to suggest that you turn around and fly back to Maltus, because you clearly aren't up to being in this system. Time travellers, psychics and weapons far more advanced than the locals should have just happen here. What's it going to be?"

"We will require additional information."

"I'll relay it to you as I receive it. I'll look forward to your arrival, captain."

 

[Mr Zoat]

6 013 937.M41

"I… Do not understand."

I shrug as Bo'ohk and I walk side by side through the Fire Caste medical facility. Not.. 'Fire Caste exclusive', it's just that this hospital specialises in treating the sort of traumatic injuries that come from combat. It's increasingly tau practice to stabilise the seriously wounded, then stick them in suspended animation and ship them back to places like this if they can't make them fighting fit where they are. The particulars of tau technology and especially their form of warp travel mean that it's not as inefficient as it sounds like it should be.

"How may I illuminate your path, honoured Prince?"

I'm getting a few looks, but for the most part the Earth Caste physicians and cybernetic engineers around us appear to be assuming that if I made it past the guards then I'm supposed to be here, a wonderfully human response which brings a smile to my face.

Bo'ohk-. I stop and turn around when I realise that he's not next to me any longer. He's pinching the lower part of his nasal cleft slightly, an expression which I think indicates that he's having a realisation of some kind. Though to be honest it could just mean 'some sort of emotional response' and the pinch happens because he's emitting a pheromone that other tau can pick up on but I can't.

"That was intended as a witticism. You choose not to speak as you normally speak, but instead quote the words of the tau you have heard back, implying that the context is the same."

He's learning. Whether he's learning quickly or slowly, in absolute terms or for a member of a caste which mostly just deals with other tau, I can't say.

"That's the surface level meaning, certainly."

Another pinch, then he nods. An Earth Caste nurse walking past him widens her eyes in shock and takes a step away from him before hurrying on.

"A minimisation of criticism, or a sign of camaraderie. I have revealed ignorance, a weakness. You use humour to show that you are not annoyed, and that you appreciate my honesty. And to avoid appearing excessively emotional about our friendship, because in your culture certain displays of emotion amongst males are considered inappropriate."

…

Maybe I should have been a bit less honest when I was explaining this stuff to him and Tsua'm.

He walks up to me, raises his right hand in benediction, and then lays his palm on my forehead.

"I too value our friendship."

He then pats my forehead, then lowers his hand and walks past me.

I chuckle, then turn around and stride to catch up with him.

"I can't tell if you did that because you don't understand human body language, or to make a point."

"Can it not be both?"

"Hah!"

"Ah. That was not intentionally a witticism."

"No, no. I think you've started to understand me on such an intimate level that you make human witticisms instinctively. I like it, but you might want to watch it around other Ethereals."

"I doubt that will matter. I suspect that you will be a lifetime assignment. One way or the other." I no-. "You see? A minor insult; the implication that I do not like the idea that I am assigned to work with you until one of us dies. A minor insult to increase feelings of-."

"It-. Doesn't work well if you explain it all the time."

"'Killing the joke'." He nods again as we move into the psychological ward. "I understand."

Here there are members of both the Water Caste and Ethereal Caste. Even tau suffering from post traumatic stress disorder will instinctively calm themselves in the presence of an Ethereal. Even most extreme psychological disorders tend to be moderated by their presence. Of course, the Tau Empire being what it is, they're not focusing their resources on healing the afflicted so much as trying to engineer out the flaws in their society and physiology which allow those breakdowns to happen in the first place. But if it were me, I'd rather have people use me as a case study while I was being cared for than have them turn me into a servitor.

That's pretty much the Tau Empire all over, really. Not great, just… Better.

"But if we may return to productive." He turns his head towards me and slowly winks, forcing another chuckle out of me. It's so bad. "Discussion, I do not understand why you are reluctant to be around other humans."

"What would I have in common with them?"

"Almost every part of your biology?"

"Yes, but apart from that. I came to the Tau Empire because I have more in common with you socially than I do the humans who are part of the Imperium."

"There are humans in the Tau Empire for whom the Imperium is a distant memory."

"And they're not much less crazy. Look, if you want me to try sharing my mindset with some… If you really think that's the best use of my time, then… Fine. I'll do it, for the Greater Good. But socially? I prefer being around you and Tsua'm and Shor than I would any human you're likely to find."

Shor's assignment to our group is proof that whoever runs the Lar'shi Fio'ar'tol either has a sense of humour or has been replaced by a drone. She's intelligent, mentally flexible, phlegmatic, and also has a personal name that literally means 'lantern', and was thus naturally the best fit when the Empire called for someone to research the power ring.

"Would you be willing to visit human worlds within the Empire? I would be interested to hear your insight."

"Certainly." We walk through a door into a secure ward. "I-."

"…approved this-."

Two pulse carbines are immediately pointed in my face as the bodyguard of the Shas'o who is remonstrating with the Fio'vre overseeing this patient's care decide that I'm not invited. This… Would be Shas'o T'au Lusha. I'm a little surprised that he's here, but since the whole mess on Dolumar IV was relatively recent I suppose that it's perfectly possible that he's waiting for a new assignment. The fact that I've clearly made a bad impression is unfortunate; given what I know about him he's my second pick if this doesn't work.

The Shas'o approaches, and while the Fire Caste aren't specifically trained in human psychology he appears to have picked up enough from watching human officers to attempt to intimidate me.

"What do you want with Shas'ui T'au Kais?"

"The Empire wants me to train someone to use this ring-" I hold my left hand out slightly, a solid orange gauntlet forming around it as I do so, then dissipating. "-in case I die. I agreed, on the condition I chose the candidate. Shas'ui T'au Kais has the psychological characteristics which I believe make him a good choice."

Bo'ohk lays his right hand on my left shoulder.

"Orange Lantern is being honest. Even though he did not know Shas'ui T'au Kais's identification code, he described his actions on Dolumar IV in detail. He spoke well of him."

"He's in a coma."

I nod, my eyes flaring as I take a closer look at the patient. Ugh, his sheer fear at becoming the barbarian warrior some of his fellows accused him of being combined with the stress of his first Trial by Fire is causing him to keep himself unconscious in order to protect other tau from him.

This is a man who single-handedly killed a possessed Warlord Titan. Who destroyed a daemon prince in close quarters.

"And I believe that I can fix that." I shrug, a gesture that he probably won't understand. "You can always shoot me after he wakes up."

Shas'o Lusha steps aside but doesn't give his escort new orders, their guns remaining firmly pointed at my head as I walk towards the bed. Kais looks like rubbish. His muscles are wasted, and tubes run into him from the life support machines on either side of him. The only decoration is a small shard of glass on the sideboard with 'With pride' written on it.

I fabricate a small knife with 'PRIDE' written down the fuller and then clamp his right hand around the hilt. Then I lean in a little closer.

Ring, in Gothic.

Ave.

"What a disappointment, Fire Warrior. After I heard of your fearsome deeds, I though that it would please mighty Khorne if I were to test myself against you. And yet, here I find you abed, weak and vulnerable. But in memory of your past valour I will give you a chance. Rise, and fight me. If you do not, I will drag every tau on this planet into this room and sacrifice them as a testament to your coward-."

And there's a knife in my neck and his eyes are open and staring as he tries to wrench it to sever my carotid arteries and I transition backwards and heal myself as he tries to crawl after me, blood-coated knife in hand.

"He's awake!"

 

[Mr Zoat]

25th June 2012
09:17 GMT -5

People… In Gotham have adapted to me living here. Even criminals who were prepared to operate in a city with an honest police force and a Batman had the sense not to make noise around a man who could spin the moon around. But just regular social contacts? People stopped having the 'rabbit in headlights' response after a few encounters.

Now, things have changed. I can see the fear as I walk towards Jade's apartment, the miasma of socially transmitted unease all too apparent. People look out of a window and see me and it crystallises. I don't make them braver or make them feel safer. I just make them think that I'm the only thing protecting them.

That's the last thing I want.

I push open the door and the phone's already ringing. There are… A few messages on the answering machine, and a thin film of dust on the surfaces. The air smells fine, because the filtration system I set up in case of gas attacks maintains the air content, but…

I miss Jade.

I stride in, orange strobes cleaning everything that went uncleaned in my absence, and pick up the phone just before it rings off.

"Hello?"

"…keep try-. Paul!"

"Good morning, Holly."

"See, I told you it was him."

"What was me?"

"The fight with the Sheeda in England."

"I was one of the people there, yes. Just got back from one mission and suddenly there're a few hundred invisible Sheeda in front of us."

"But you handled it?"

"Ah… Sorry, but since the fighting's ongoing, I can't discuss specifics."

"Uh? Oh. Oh! Right, yeah. But… You handled it, right?"

"If that particular confrontation was still ongoing, I wouldn't be here." I pull Beulah's modified rune stone out of my armour's pouch and wave it around the living area. No reaction, and my scans aren't finding anything out of place either. Give Sephtian's a wave just in case the Sheeda are using local magic rather than their own… "But if you're looking for general reassurance, the Sheeda left it too long. They could kill a lot of people, but as a species we've passed the point where they can carry out their usual invasion. This ends when most of them are dead and the last few surrender."

"You sure?"

"Yes. Completely."

"Okay." I hear her exhale. "It's.. just… I get that superheroes, and… The government and whatever were doing a bunch of stuff to.. stop them, but it's… It's a relief to hear you say it, you know?"

Kitchen's clear. Bedroom, then armoury.

"Glad I could help. Have they tried attacking Gotham?"

The fact that I shoved Batman's case summary form into my brain under an hour ago means that I know they haven't, but I imagine that letting Holly talk about her fears will be helpful.

"I dunno. I mean, it's… Gotham. People disappear sometimes, y'know? People are.. jumpy. Some kid I know kicked a can against a wall in the wrong street and the next thing he knows he's got fifteen different guns pointed at his face."

"Did any of them shoot?"

"No..?"

"Sounds like Gotham's come a long way. It wasn't too long ago a gang wouldn't have needed the Sheeda around to shoot someone."

"Hah! Whaw, that's… Ah. Well, yeah, some guys were like that."

Bedroom's clear.

"A unified, organised, technologically sophisticated people are the Sheeda's worst enemy. Unified. The Sheeda can't win, but if we lose our heads they can make us suffer more. Do you understand?"

"Yeah. Yeah, I got it."

Armoury clear. Almost disappointing. I'd love a lead right now. Not like the fact that I live here is a secret.

"Okay, I've got to get back to work now. But I'm back in Gotham, and I can probably pop around this evening if you want more reassurance."

"Y-yeah, if you're not busy, y'know, killing Sheeda or anything?"

"I'll see you this evening, then."

I turn off the phone and send out filaments, shifting stored ammunition into subspace. Fully armed once more. Hope I won't need it, fully expect that I will. Armour… Yes, leave it in anti-Sheeda mode.

I put it on, then

step out

and reappear in a carefully painted circle in one of the workshops controlled by the Sivanas.

25th June 2012
14:17 GMT

"Doctor."

An alarm sounds, gun turrets deploy and I add glowing orange panels to my body armour.

"Put those back."

A patch of air to my right shimmers, and Doctor Thaddeus Bodog Sivana appears, control box in one hand, and… Sheeda-style armour covering his body under his lab coat.

"Mm, the target identification systems aren't completely reliable yet. A sufficiently capable Sheeda doppelgänger could make it this far."

"Yes, about the Sheeda. I-."

"Everything's going splendidly. Though the Queen's being a lot more creative than she was when I was in her era." He frowns. "Do you think she was palming me off on a subordinate? That would be insulting."

"Splendidly? Doctor, the Sheeda-"

I raise my right arm, point it at the closest turret, cause the palm to glow and then step out of the circle.

"-are in the process of Harrowing the Earth. They're not doing all that well so far, but my understanding was that you were planning on slaughtering them. Not to put too fine a point on it, that was why I've been cooperating with you."

"That sounds like something you should have gotten in writing, young man. I only said that I wanted someone new and challenging to fight."

"And… Why are you not doing that?"

"Oh, I am. Would you like a list of Mind Destroyers intercepted? Well-placed spine riders eliminated? Arcane lifeforms captured for analysis? But as for actually eliminating the Sheeda, that's simply not in my interests. Not until I've seen every trick they can pull off, and countered them."

…

Irritating as that is, I doubt that he's lying. And he certainly didn't directly promise me anything.

"Alright, but is there anything I could do that might convince you to take a more active role? I'm sure that you could produce designs for an army of automatons which could fight Sheeda infantry relatively easily without taking your attention away from more interesting subjects."

"That-." He frowns, looking away from me. "I'm-. Hm. This is interesting. I'm actually of two minds about it." He returns his full attention to me. "There is… One thing."

 

[Mr Zoat]

25th June 2012
10:33 GMT -5

I haven't really met President Jonathan Horne before.

Oh, we spoke very briefly at the ceremony marking the signing into law of the Sophoncy Recognition Act, but… I can't vote in American elections, I can't be arrested and I work at a job that's been treated as being 'outside' of the law for the past seventy years. I know his Republican challenger Senator Henry Knight rather better, and… Friendly as he's being, empathic vision shows exactly how little he actually cares about any of the causes he claims to champion moment to moment. Jonathan Horne is a good deal more genuine, but…

If I was American? I'd be voting Ron.

Still, despite the country being in the middle of a low-intensity war on its home territory, he was willing to meet with Crazy-Orange-Snake Man and Dresses-Like-a-Bat Man at very short notice. Which is just as well, because I'm going to have to arrange a lot of these meetings-

"Batman? Orange Lantern? The President will see you now."

-today.

We follow the presidential aide into one of the bunker's meeting rooms, and I note with approval that in addition to the Secret Service agents on duty there are also a couple of Atlantean wizards and… Lance Corporal Reid, staff in hand. I suppose that's about as covered as they can get, though to be honest 'Specialist Lance' isn't all that threatening without his god-tier upgrade.

President Horne is sitting at a table with… Father Time, General Lane and a few politicians whose names and faces flicker through my mind as my rings fill me in. I'm… Having trouble reading Father Time, but the emotions of everyone else appear to be in line with what I'd expect from serious, disciplined professionals.

Batman walks to the end of the table opposite the president and remains standing, so I follow his lead and fall in next to him. Horne nods politely.

"Gentlemen. I'm sorry if things are a little rushed, but I'm sure we're all very busy right now. You said this was urgent?"

Batman glances at me, and I take that as my cue.

"Yes, Mister President. As quickly as I can, last year I was invited by Doctor Beautia Sivana to her annual family gathering. While there I met Doctor Thaddeus Bodog Sivana-"

A couple of Cabinet Secretaries twitch. I think he once tried to use one of them as a nuclear suicide bomber.

"-and heard him decide to redirect his efforts from fighting superheroes to fighting the Sheeda. I've been keeping tabs on him since, and he's done more or less what he said he was going to. His younger children Thaddeus Sivana Junior and Georgia Sivana have been doing the same. He's given me records of the actions he's taken in this regard and I've…"

I take paper copies of the summaries out of subspace and deposit them in front of them.

"Confirmed these as best I can. He's been clear with me, however, that he's not trying to beat the Sheeda so much as see how much of an intellectual challenge they can present him with. When I remonstrated with him on that point he said that he was willing to go on the offensive, but that he'd want something in return."

General Lane's eyes narrow.

"And what might that be?"

"A pardon, for him and his two younger children."

Lane actually gapes for a moment.

"Are you serious?"

"I'm reporting what he told me. If you mean, 'is he serious', yes, I believe so. The only thing he wants more than he wants to continue to practise mad science on the innocent people of the world is to get back together with his ex-wife."

"He's a mass murderer."

"Yes, General. In addition, every country on the planet has to pardon him for it to 'count'."

The Director of National Intelligence shuffles in his seat, takes a deep breath in and out and raises and lowers his eyebrows.

"That's… A lot. And… What exactly would we get in return?"

"Weapons that can destroy every Sheeda creature and abomination we've seen so far. Technology to block their portals, detect and board their ships and a type of energy shield that nullified their preferred range weapons. Use of robotic soldiers that come with all of that built in, plus access to his entire back catalogue of weapons and equipment if there's something you think might be helpful."

Lane leans forward, his eyes wide and focused on me.

"And you know where this guy is?"

"Yes, General."

"For how long?"

"Since early last year."

"Are there any other mass murderers you've been talking to?"

"None pertinent to the ongoing Harrowing, though my personal kill count is in at least six figures."

That causes a few flashes of unease, and I.. consider that I don't actually send reports to either the US government or the Security Council. Or the Themysciran senate or Queen Hippolyta. I've.. never checked what the League passes on about team activities or the activities of team members. Given that Batman has used us as a Charter bypass on more than one occasion, probably not that much.

Horne leafs through the dossier, breathing slowly but deeply. He looks… Shrivelled, frankly. "I… See the Sheeda had agents in the Security Council."

"There have been spine riders on Earth for at least the last century. Probably longer. Airport security doesn't include magic scans."

"How..?" He pushes the dossier away slightly. "How.. long would it take Doctor Sivana to get his technology into the field?"

"He already field-tested the robots in New Zealand. Two platoons and a long-range teleporter are ready to go now. Most of the technology is ready to go now; he builds it, tests it, then sticks it on a shelf while he works on the next thing."

Horne looks me in the eyes. He… Looks genuinely sad.

"Do you know how many people he's killed? Or tried to kill?"

"Yes."

"Do you think we should take this deal?"

I could say that his kill count -while significant- is less than seven billion. I could say that after years of everyone failing to take one mad scientist off the table he's offering to take himself off. I… Know that now I could say it to the families of his victims, and I know that they'd never accept that rationale.

"Yes."

"Thank you for bringing this to my attention." His eyes dip back to the dossier. "You're going to be talking to other heads of state?" I nod. "I'll need to discuss this with people before making a decision. You'll know before the end of the day."

I nod.

"Thank you, Mister President."

 

[Mr Zoat]

25th June 2012
23:53 GMT +7

The Director regards me impassively.

"And if he were granted this pardon, what would he do after the Sheeda were defeated?"

"Attempt to woo Venus. He relaxed his empathic shielding enough for me to confirm that his desires were genuine."

"Do you think that he could have fooled your abilities?"

I nod. "It's quite possible. Certainly, if anyone could, it would be him. However, based on what I've observed of his behaviour, this offer fits. If nothing else, his total lack of remorse combined with his ability to elude law enforcement for this long means that I don't see a more likely reason for him to ask for a pardon. And… His… Mental processes are… Disturbing. It wasn't the obvious choice to reassure me."

I now know that Dr. Sivana would make an excellent Orange Lantern. I also know that I'll never give him a ring to prove it. I think I remember feeling a little like that for a few moments prior to achieving enlightenment. And he's been like that for nearly two decades, if not longer.

"I am concerned that his own manias will lead to him returning to his criminal habits."

"He has faster than light travel. It really wouldn't be that hard for him to go somewhere else in the galaxy if the mood took him, and Venus originally divorced him due to his criminal activity on Earth."

"And the aliens he targeted, they would not seek revenge here?"

"Humans aren't all that well known, and he's managed to evade human law enforcement when they only had a single planet to search rather than the entire universe."

"You do not have your colleague's reservations on the use of lethal force. Is your relationship with his elder daughter the only reason why you have not killed him?"

"No. Killing him seemed wasteful, and I knew that the Sheeda were coming at some point."

"Sivana has committed few crimes in the Russian Federation. While we do not know precisely how many Russian citizens the Sheeda have killed, it is large. Only the President can authorise the pardon which Doctor Sivana wants. I will recommend that he sign it, and I will recommend that he request that Russia's allies also comply. They should not be difficult to convince; they are far more vulnerable than the Russian Federation to Sheeda raids."

"Than-."

"I will also recommend that an open death warrant be issued should Sivana return to criminality after the Sheeda are defeated, and he will never be granted a visa to visit Russia under any circumstances. Please pass on to the relevant American officials that we expect the United States to ensure that its super criminal population is either controlled or contained."

"I… Don't have much sway with the American government, but I will pass that along. Thank you for your cooperation, Director."

26th June 2012
01:46 GMT +8

In stark contrast to the Director's ever-flawless appearance, Chairman Jiang looks severely sleep-deprived. China's wonky development means that they're even worse defended than Russia is and his team is intended to deal with small area high intensity combat, not widespread raids where they can't prevent their enemies from disengaging. I haven't checked -because he might have someone who can detect it and that would make things worse- but I rather imagine that his phone is ringing off the hook with requests for aid that he literally can't provide. And I'm sure that after this is over he's going to be removed from office for not doing the impossible.

"The People's Republic of China is not aware of the American Doctor Thaddeus Bodog Sivana committing any criminal acts within our territory. As such, I cannot issue him a pardon, even with these…"

He picks up the Chinese part of Sivana's confession and slaps it against his desk.

"Claims. I can announce that as chairman of the committee responsible for oversight of such… Activities, that we are not seeking to arrest or extradite either Thaddeus Sivana Senior, Georgia Sivana or Thaddeus Sivana Junior. Will that be sufficient?"

These 'activities' include killing the board of a prominent Chinese investment corporation who turned down his initial business proposal. While he's never actually been convicted and I.. don't.. think he publically boasted about it, I think that's only because he immediately left, Thundermind was out of the city at the time and Sivana doesn't speak Chinese. Does Jiang see this as a way of avoiding the circular firing squad after the crisis is over? It wouldn't surprise me, but I am glad that I'm not having to burn my favour to get this approved. If that would even be enough.

"I don't know for sure, but I suspect so. I'll pass it on and report back to you if the answer is 'no'." I perform a short bow. "Thank you for your time."

26th June 2012
15:24 GMT -3

I look down at… What's left of Brasília. The Sheeda like high population density targets, and places like Brazil… Have a combination of being advanced enough to support high-density housing and being insufficiently good at fighting Sheeda forces to attract them. There was a Harvest Dreadnought parked over the city for… Probably a month, with a terrified population cowering in their homes and never knowing when they would be stolen away by people they couldn't see.

That Harvest Dreadnought is still here, impaled on a colossal thorn which erupted from out of Lake Paranoá when the counterattack started. Guess they weren't paranoid enough.

A squad of Accala warriors wait for me as I descend, and given the way two of them are drawing a response from the local plant life I suspect that they're shamen. Certainly, the armour of antediluvian wood they're all wearing is a marked contrast to the relative state of undress they seemed to prefer when I visited one of their villages. Unlike most places that have managed a victory over the Sheeda, they aren't bothering to loot their weapons at all.

Hugo Danner waves his right hand in greeting. He's dressed in the same armour as his escort, though his armour has brightly coloured fronds extending from the helmet as an organic headdress.

"Orange Lantern. You wanted to talk to me?"

"I… Understand that you've been made Paramount Chief?"

"It's a ceremonial thing." He looks around as a tower block's cladding crumbles away, a forest of vines growing through the building's skeleton. "We're going to have a proper tribal council once the war's over. The power's mostly in the hands of the chiefs, anyway."

More cracks, and more trees erupt through tarmac and concrete at unrealistic speeds. Perhaps I should be more surprised, but both the Accala and Euanthe have been open in their distaste for technocratic civilisation.

"Do you have the authority to pardon criminals?"

"Probably? Why?"

"An American mad scientist thinks he can defeat the Sheeda, but he wants a pardon for his old crimes first. He said 'from every nation', but I suspect that as long as I get most of them he'll accept it. And… With the collapse of the Brazilian state, it looks like you're in charge around here."

"What's he done?"

"Quite a lot of murder, though only three of his victims were Brazilian citizens."

"As long you're sure that he's on the up-and-up, that should be fine." His eyes shift to the fallen Harvest Dreadnought for a moment. "I've got a… Shipment of Sheeda equipment you can take, if you want it. We don't really have much in the way of research and development here but I imagine that the US or the Justice League could use it."

I nod. "Thanks. Where's Euanthe?"

"She's… Everywhere. If it wasn't for her, we wouldn't have done much better than the army did. A lot of the Accala… Well, I suppose I should be glad that they're not worshipping me any more."

"And what are you planning on doing once the war is over?"

"We'll… See."

 

[Mr Zoat]

6 232 937.M41

I float just outside the fortified factory complex, frustration steadily growing.

"Tsua'm, what's the hold up?"

"Standard rules of engagement indicate that individuals with warp-based abilities should not be employed in situations like this. As such, Fio'o Dy'aketh Shi'ra is reluctant to authorise your use."

"And the Fio'o can't read? Because at this point your reports are fairly conclusive."

"My reports have not yet undergone peer review, and as such have not been widely distributed. Or accepted, in the face of personal experience."

Dy'aketh is a low level industrial world the tau captured during one of their more recent wars with the Imperium. It's… Not in compliance with the dictates of the Greater Good, and the population is too dense for the tau to be hands-off about it. They were managing… Mostly, but with the local branch of the Imperial Cult not willing to cooperate with the foul xenos they pretty much had to purge the whole thing. And while the newly formed Church of Divine Unity is… Sort of managing to prevent a religious uprising amongst the more impassioned imperialists, there isn't anyone-.

Maleficent detected.

S-hit. There isn't anyone keeping tabs on the planet's wyrds and cultists. Which means that people are 'hearing the voices' with increasing frequency.

"The ring's picking up summonings."

"I will-. Relay the increased urgency."

"Please do. Lantern to Kais-" I smile very faintly. "-the Barbarian."

"That is not the correct translation for Monat." There's a faint crackle as he speaks, then a louder one as he fires his rifle. "And it is also not my name."

"How's it looking?"

Scans are not reliable when someone's messing around with the warp, and I'm too far away from the conflict zone to make use of the more primitive detection systems built into my armour.

"Cultist tactical infantry and mutant mob assault units. No y'he sighted. Fire Warrior lines are holding and my squad-."

A series of loud bangs cut him off, followed by the buzz-crack of burst cannons and the screech of fusion blasters.

"Are you-?"

"Target destroyed. My squad are making flanking attacks of opportunity."

"Chaos or random lunatics?"

"Their icon is a circle and two crescents connected by a line."

"Slaanesh."

Which is either a good match up for me or means that I'm about to hear the voices myself. Slaanesh worshippers are all about unleashing their desires and I strongly suspect that daemons are the same only more so.

"I remember. I-. Wait. Report coming in. The mutants appear to have become dramatically more resilient. Our lines are-"

"Regional command to Exotic Asset Orange Lantern."

"-being overwhelmed."

"Stay safe." I switch channels. "Orange Lantern reporting."

"Your deployment is authorised." I don't immediately recognise the voice. Not someone on my team. Files say… Shas'o Dy'aketh Eant'ra. Who really should be in charge here, but the Fire Caste head of police got assassinated when this mess started so the local head of industrial development has political oversight. "You will-"

Construct ion engines appear on my back as I fly at speed in the direction of Kais' signal. And I begin to feed, orange light illuminating the fortified manufactoria around me.

Capacitors at sixty seven percent and rising.

I've tried recharging like this around the warp engines of captured Imperial Navy wrecks, and according to reports by the salvage crews the instances of 'reality deviations' noticeably decreased after each visit. But I've never done this somewhere where someone who knew what they were doing -a sorcerer or a daemon- was actively resisting me. Even the hybrid cultists limited themselves to drawing on warp power rather than futzing around with the warp directly. Everything I think I know about warp power and everything the tau have been willing to share strongly implies that this should work.

But if the tau knew much about the warp they wouldn't need me.

"-advance to Industrial District forty seven-."

"Miss Tsua'm, would you please explain to the Shas'o how this works? Thank you."

I close the channel and ping Kais. Ah, the wonders of the tau command structure. Normally, the field Shas'o commands ground units, the field Kor'o commands air and space units and the local Aun'o mediates any disputes between them. But as an auxiliary I'm not by default under the authority of either. With vespid or kroot their Strain Leaders or Shapers would have a pact with the Sept's overseers which defined the command relationship, but I've just sort of picked up a few members of each caste (mostly but not exclusively from Lar'shi) and I haven't got a formal operating agreement with Lar'shi oversight yet. The Dy'aketh oversight committee can decide to bar me from operating here, but once I get the okay that's the end of their involvement in the matter.

Kais pings back as I start seeing weapon damage and eldritch lightning crackling off the upper levels of the manufactorium. I connect myself to the markerlight network.

"Light up a target for me."

A ping of acknowledgement and then there and I accelerate, construct armour forming around me as I smash through a wall, orange battering ram slamming into… A chaos spawn? That was about to leap onto a prone Fire Warrior. I pound it into a support column as chain constructs dart out, wrapping themselves around the… Six of the things I can actually see.

There's a certain uniformity here. Extended and broadened forearms, bone plates extending down the spine as natural armour and flattened noses. If that was all they had I'd define them as abhumans, as they're clearly breeding true.

But it isn't. As they shrivel I can clearly see that one has tentacles in place of its left hand. Another has a set of smaller arms with… Three fingers, attached somehow to its ribs. A third has multiple sets of eyes, running down the front of its face and the back of its head. The fourth has no legs, its spine continuing back as a tail. The fifth has some sort of exoskeleton while the sixth has gone in the other direction, probably able to pass as human in bad light. And with the aid of the psykers who sent them out here, they're all shimmering with pink fire. It's not hurting my constructs, so I'm just going to ignore it for now.

Feed.

"NGRAAAAAAH!"

I wince as they all scream, construct chains shining brilliantly as-

Capacitors at seventy two percent and rising.

-the ring turns warp power into orange light. The fires billow and die, the mutants' bodies shrivelling as the unholy magic enhancing them vanishes. Was it an enhancement spell or are they actually possessed? I could probably check, but I don't think I want to see that.

"Independent fire! Kill them!"

The Shas'ui in command of the squad rallies a fire team and they open fire, shots… Acceptably accurate, considering the circumstances. Most hit the bodies of the mutants, pulses of plasma punching through warp-altered flesh. No blood, though that could be due to cauterisation as easily as their daemonic passengers not needing it. Quick check… Dead, dead, dead, dead, dead and dead. I smash their heads to be sure just as Kais pings me again.

On I go.

 

[Mr Zoat]

6 233 937.M41

Too late, the possessed mutants are already savaging a Fire Warrior squad who had pushed forward, glowing claws parting tau carapace armour with ease. And… Once they penetrate their victims they stop attacking and their victim stops resisting, the arcane glow surrounding them getting stronger as they soak up the suffering.

Until my construct hooks sink into them and they shrivel and shrink. As they lose their grip I pull them off their victims and patch the wounds of the fallen. If they were human I'd have to worry about some sort of lingering taint, but since tau have little warp presence I'll just send a message to the local Aun'ar'tol about keeping an eye on them. Tau might not do daemon worship, but narcotic abuse and self harm still happen.

What were-? Oh. Those aren't pulse rifles, they're electro-pulse rifles. The riot control model Fire Caste police units use. They're designed to give the target a disabling but not usually fatal electric shock, sort of like how 2nd Edition power mauls were Strength 5 but were treated as not killing things. Against frenzied mutant mobs protected by daemonic aura I doubt that they'd do much.

I look around for the Shas'ui, but it looks like she was one of the early victims. Her body's been torn in three, and it looks like her head has been partially consumed. Fatalities… Five survivors from a team of twelve, and I can see bonding knives. These weren't trainees, these soldiers have been together long enough to formalise their relationship. They're not going to be much use in this fight.

I take five pulse carbines out of subspace and thrust them in to the dazed taus' chests.

"Take these and fall back. Get somewhere safe."

The policetau who was furthest back and managed to be only lightly injured has the wherewithal to grip the gun, but directs her helmet my way.

"Who-? What are you?"

"Exotic Asset Orange Lantern. Now move."

I can't read people's minds, but a shell-shocked person getting clear instructions in a forceful way from someone wearing the right uniform should respond-.

"Yes. Yes."

She looks away as the other tau take the offered guns in a zombified… Reflexive sort of way. If they're attacked I can only hope that their instincts are stronger than their fugue. Several check their wounds or move to check their clearly-dead bondmates.

"Squad! We are leaving. We will return in greater strength later."

They.. react, their grips hardening and their movements becoming more purposive-.

Kais pings me again twice.

"Responding."

"Ritual space located. Cultists are fighting other humans. Covert approach impossible."

"Guess we're doing overt then. Try to avoid the attacking humans until we know what they're doing." Ring? "I have your location."

"Standing-"

I move again, past machinery that is a strange mix of Imperial and tau technology. Bulky Imperial factory machinery with out of place high-tech tau additions, I should say. An effort to win hearts and minds by improving the lives of the planet's workers that hasn't been entirely successful. I flash past the bodies of fallen humans, labourers by the looks of them, and past work stations and huge metal-shaping machines.

"-by."

The sharp crack of lasgun fire is easily audible now, as is the sound of evil chanting and screaming. The exterior of the… Fortified warehouse? Has been strengthened and painted with sloppily-painted screaming faces and icons of Slaanesh. I'm already drawing fire, but lasguns are essentially a non-issue for me and they'd have a devil of a time getting hold of anything heavier. The tau have been policing old PDF and Imperial Guard munitions stores hard, and nowhere on planet is producing the ammunition for Imperial projectile weapons.

Ah, I see. It's a volatile materials storage warehouse. At least that explains why it's built like a fortress.

I send out cables which connect me to the door… No, they've wrecked the mechanism. Fortunately, the tau have the perfect counter for thick Imperial armour. I generate four railgun constructs and fire, solid metal slugs punching through the ersatz ablative outer plating and into the actual decent armour underneath, ripping the whole assemblage out of its mooring and sending it flying backwards into the corridor beyond.

Then my jets light up again and I'm moving, dull grey corridors daubed with diabolic inscriptions flashing past as I-

There's a brief moment of resistance as I fly into a squad of the defenders, who splash off my construct armour before they can really react to me.

-head for the ritual area. There's a fortified checkpoint and… They've set up some sort of Gatling lasgun support weapon. Orange energy pulses destroy both those and their operators, but the armoured shutter they're protecting is shimmering with some sort of protective spell.

Feed.

Capacitors at eighty three percent and rising.

There's some sort of.. discharge as the spell fails. It passes over me… Harmlessly, as far as I can tell, though one of the surviving cult guards goes into spasms. This door hasn't been sabotaged, so a little work with construct cables and it begins clunking open.

The noise of firing lasguns gets louder immediately, flickers of light causing sudden shifts in the pattern of shadows under the floor. Probe construct.

Looks like the cult has dug some sort of… Sheltered pit for their ritual, while the attackers have come up through a supply tunnel. Bodies of surprisingly well disciplined cultists litter one side of the room, where it looks like the attackers caught them in the open. However, the access tunnel has plenty of dead within it as well, because there's no cover on the way out. No obvious mutations or mutilations on them, so they're probably not a rival chaos cult or genestealers.

Positions marked.

The door finally opens enough for me to fit so I dart under, energy pulses hitting the guards on the inside before I switch my focus to those trading fire with the-.

A plume of pink fire erupts from the ritual pit! It then spreads, roiling across the floor like vapour from a fog machine. It doesn't seem to be burning the rockcrete, but-. The cultists who see it dive into it with a cheer! The space around the pit shimmers, and…

Oh. So that's what daemonettes look like. I… Knew intellectually that most of their appeal was magical, but I can't help but feel... Underwhelmed. Which I suppose is my shield against their blandishments?

"YaaaaGH!"

One of the more adventurous human attackers stepped into the pink warpflame, and while he isn't-. Oh, he seized up and fell, and I can just about see him writhing in pain. A taller man is directing the others into the available cover while the man next to him armed with a meltagun -how did they miss that?- is taking aim. Nice that they're not shooting at me-.

"…any luck they'll fight each other. In my experience, the dark gods don't like each other much more than we do."

I make momentary eye contact with him as the daemonettes charge.

Harsh.

Assimilate.

Beams of orange light connect me to each daemonette, and-. They don't slow or trip but rather sort of shudder, like a tape that skips or… A glitch in the matrix, shimmering back and forth between two points.

Identity theft in progress. No resistance detected.

The daemonettes reappear, their bodies now comprised of orange light. They're no longer charging, and… If anything, they look a little confused. I direct three back into the pit to kill any surviving cult leaders and direct the others away from the attacking humans while I drift towards them.

"We should talk."

 

[Mr Zoat]

6 234 937.M41

The tall man straightens slightly-. He's at least a head taller than me. Engineered or a minor mutation, I wonder? Unless he's confirmed as 'hostile' it would be a bit off to scan him.

"I'm afraid that my soul is spoken for."

Of course, if he is a cultist, I can have a go at trying to convert him. The tau… I don't think they understand human psychology well enough to do that.

"Oh? Who's the lucky deity?"

There's a flicker of something on his face. Obviously, if he thinks that I'm a daemon then that wouldn't be the expected response. Do I look that much like a daemon? I'd have thought that the inorganic nature of my constructs combined with the obvious symmetry would clue him in, but I suppose there isn't much else he could compare me to.

"The God-Emperor of Mankind, in whose righteous-" The fellow with the meltagun is trying to creep closer. "-name we will smite you back to the nether hell from which you crawled!"

An imperial loyalist. Wonderful. Nice that he was prepared to stop his work as an agent provocateur for long enough to focus on the daemon cult, but still not someone I want on-planet. Not sure what to do next, but I should probably clear up the demon thing.

"To be clear? I'm not a daemon. This-" I extend my right hand and wave at myself. "-is an archeotech force field generator. It's not even warp-based, as far as I can tell."

His eyes dart to meltagun man, who stops behind a blast shield out of my line of sight. A meltagun isn't a completely reliable anti-daemon weapon. Most daemons have roughly a 1 in 3 chance of completely disregarding a hit from a mundane weapon, but that still leaves a 2 in 3 chance of the anti-tank gun hitting me. That would kill most daemons.

"So you've betrayed mankind to the tau rather than the dark gods?"

"I'm happy to talk about my philosophical convictions at length if you like, but I imagine that you'd rather I didn't. One moment, if you please?"

Internal only.

"Orange Lantern to Kais. Tactical overview?"

"Reinforcements in theatre. Remaining mutants are being destroyed."

"Good show. Whereabouts are you?"

"Working through the tunnels. We can take them from behind shortly."

"Hold position. They're imperialists, so I'm going to offer them terms."

"This world is part of the Tau Empire. They're not here as part of an official embassy."

"No, but they were fighting daemon cultists. We both know that the Tau Empire isn't as effective at fighting those as it needs to be."

"That decision should be referred to Aun'la Bo'ohk."

"And I will refer it to him. But in the absence of a direct order, we should not escalate against people not demonstrated to be hostile."

…

"We're holding position."

"Thank you."

External.

"So here's what I'm going to suggest. While I'm probably supposed to apprehend you, I'm jolly glad that you fought these daemon-worshippers and as such I'm prepared to offer you parole."

"Just as long as we bow down to your alien overlords first."

"Your choice. I can either take you to a human-controlled world in Tau Empire territory-" One of the 'in compliance' ones, obviously. "-or to the closest Imperial world or naval patrol."

"And what do you want in return?"

"No, nothing. It's a 'thank you' for fighting these cultists. It's nice to meet someone with his priorities in order. Though I really do suggest that you consider the Empire. The Imperium can get a bit 'summary executiony' with people who've been this close to a daemonic incursion, and I'd feel that I'd wasted my time here if that happened to you and yours."

"Fighting against the cultists of the dark gods is not grounds for summary execution. I truly pity humans like you who are raised by the tau to believe such lies." But he lowers his laspistol, and the others appear to take it as a general sign that they're standing down. "Still, I was here for the cult, and the cult is dead. My men and I will accept passage to an Imperial world."

"Good show." I don't dismiss my armour, but I do shrink it a little. "I'm afraid that the last rogue trader vessel left several weeks ago-"

Which clearly explains how they got here. Someone is going to find that their Warrant of Trade suddenly has a more limited remit.

"-but you can travel with the next Water Caste convoy, or I can…"

Three fingers on his right hand are cybernetic. He's about two metres tall. And the chap with the meltagun looks… Pretty normal, actually? But it might just be his pariah abilities that make people think he's messy in the novels.

Ring, access files on Gravalax. Confirm his appearance.

Confirmed.

"Do I have the pleasure of addressing Commissar Ciaphas Cain?"

He doesn't raise his pistol, but his hand definitely twitches.

"You do indeed."

I float towards him, my armour strengthening.

"You're the reason why I had to spend eight months chasing down genestealer cultists." People around us… I don't know whether they're Valhallans in disguise or local imperialists. They fan out, guns at the ready. "So now you get a lecture on why what you did was really stupid. And then you can go home and repeat it to Ms Vail."

"Tyranid fleets-" He said it as 'Tie-ran-id'! Victory! "-are drawn towards the cults. I'm sure that you'd rather they preyed upon Imperial worlds than tau worlds. Why would you expect me to care about the reverse?"

"Because you clearly don't understand how far that beacon extends."

I hold up my right hand and generate a map of the region, with the locations of local hive fleets highlighted.

"These fleets have turned slightly towards the areas where the cults were operating. Mission achieved? No." I pull out a considerable distance, still marking the region's hive fleets. "Because these tyranids are now altering course just a little to fly a little more this way than they were before. And quite a few of those are going to hit Imperial worlds." I pull out again. "And so are these-" And out further, showing the tyranid fleets still approaching the galaxy. "-and so are these, and they're coming just a little bit faster, because they got a slightly stronger broadcast. Extra-galactic hive fleets are coming to this galaxy just a little bit faster… Because of what you did. And while that's bad for the Tau Empire… The Tau Empire only covers a little bit of the galaxy. Humans are everywhere. So the fleets over here-" I point. "-and over here and over here and over here, are flying into Imperium space, they're going to attack Imperial worlds, and they're not going to come anywhere near the tau because there aren't any tau over there, and because of what you did they're going to come just a little bit quicker. Do you understand… Why that's a bad thing?"

He regards my image with disquiet. "I'll… Take it under advisement."

"Then take this under advisement too. Tyranids are drawn to psychic beacons. Like living worlds. Tau have minimal warp presence so tend not to draw them as much as humans, and far less than eldar. But do you know what the biggest psychic beacon in this galaxy is? I'll give you a clue: it's the one your ship's navigator used to guide the ship which brought you here."

His face whitens.

"So I'll give you that lift home now, and you can pass this on to Ms Vail, and I don't want anything like that to ever happen again. Do you understand?"

He nods.

"Good show. Now let's be off."

 

[Mr Zoat]

26th June 2012
18:43 GMT

As I fly towards London I feel a momentary twinge of guilt that I'm not… Hunting the Sheeda holdouts down myself. Intellectually, I know that if Sivana's already got all of the answers then this is a far more effective use of my time. But orange is not the colour of the intellect. It's the colour of the stomach, and my stomach is hungry for the destruction of the people trying to take a wrecking ball to my uplift project.

With the provisional agreement of Russia and China and with America thinking about it, I need to work out what other countries I need to speak to directly and which will simply fall in line. Sivana made actual field test attacks in Britain on two occasions, has killed British nationals and caused significant amounts of financial damage, and…

I don't know. I'm pretty sure that Boris would take my advice if the threat here were a little more imminent, but the Sheeda appear to have avoided London. Probably due to Mr Ondaatie's prescience. I'm not sure what his brute force is like, but the Sheeda have been working by utilising their advantages to avoid risky fights. Having him shut down their magic once they're far enough inside the city to trap would doom any attacking force. Not sure what would happen if they parked a Harvest Dreadnought over Downing Street and tried bombarding the place. There are jet fighters over the capital constantly, but as far as I know Britain doesn't have air-to-air nuclear missiles.

Alright, the Prime Minister is expecting-.

"Huuuuman."

I stop in the air, frowning at my rings. Then I check that I'm not too close to a densely populated area, because I suspect that someone-.

A bolt of orange strikes my environmental shield, knocking me back slightly in the air. I frown-.

Another bolt, and this time I get an impression of the desire which created it. The firer wanted.. to.. remove an aggressor, a frustratingly militant distraction-.

That's my desire. How I felt during the fight in Ipswich.

Strange, but… Okay. The third bolt strikes, but this time I absorb it, fitting it neatly into my own desire network.

Charge increased. Eighty eight percent charge available.

Normally I'm not a huge fan of being shot, but this appears to be net harmless.

"Is that it?"

"Huuuuman. I'm n-."

"Well done, you've successfully identified my species."

I vaguely remember from the comics that orange light is weak against attacks from orange light, and that… Appears to hold somewhat true, based on Dox's reports on Orange Lantern training. If my Corps ever fights the Sinestro Corps or the Green Lantern Corps my people are going to be astonished by how well their constructs hold up. But that's due to how clashing desires undermine each other. Using my own drives against me isn't going to work. They're a part of me. And no one knows my desires quite like I do.

"Is there a point to this?"

I look around, empathic vision turned up a little to see if it lets me bypass whatever invisibility system my trying-to-be assailant is using. No such luck. London's only a short hop away if I feel like running for it.

I don't feel like running for it.

I can't really adopt a cross-legged pose while wearing my armour, but I draw my legs in slightly and… Unfocus, trying to reach into the Honden and feel the flows of desire around me.

"You know the bald man. Sivana." The voice is echoing, not really coming from any one place. But it's a form of communication, a desire to send a message from one mind to another. That… Narrows it down ever so slightly. "Where is he, human?"

"One step ahead of you. And I really hope that you've got a better weapon than my own desires to use against me."

Plenty of people want to confront me; a handful of people who have heard about my attempts to get Sivana pardoned and who want to stop me, to explain and share the hurt they've experienced at his hands. Some people still haven't gotten over the eyes. Some people want to know why I -mostly as a representative of the superhero community in general- haven't dealt with this so they can get back to their lives, get back to safety.

"You can't meaningfully threaten me, you can't meaningfully threaten anyone I care about, you can't offer me anything I want and you certainly won't convince me of the righteousness of your cause. What do you want?"

The air a short distance away undulates green, then a female Sheeda is vomited forth. The outline of the armour is… Mostly the same as what Anarawd wore, but I can see patterns of minute runic inscriptions along the edges and over the head. It also has a decidedly female cast to it; the hips are emphasised, the dragonfly wings attached to the back are slender and shimmer with rainbow light and the cuirass is moulded to display her breasts. Reminds me a little of the second Forager, but with iridescent green armour rather than white.

Internal only.

"Orange Lantern to Batman. Have encountered Sheeda just outside of London. Will attempt diplomacy, then desire control."

I get an acknowledgement 'blip', so I turn up my empathic vision while continuing to reach for her in the Honden.

"Do you have a name?"

"I am Lady Aeres, Highborn of the Sheeda."

"I'm the Illustres of the Orange Lantern Corps, and you're intruding. If you surrender, I will see that you are treated in accordance with the Geneva Convention rules on the treatment of prisoners of war."

"If you kneel to the Queen, she will offer you dominion over this-."

"This world? Really? The only reason I don't rule this world now is that I don't want to. Why would Queen Gloriana offering it to me after she's levelled it make the prospect more appealing?"

I shake my head inside my armour.

"Did you think this through?"

"Yes. My Queen ordered me to make the offer, and I did. Now I may kill you without disobeying her."

Add in 'wants to kill me'-. Really? That's petty. But it narrows it down.

"Nice rules lawyering. But I really don't understand why you'd want to. I mean, given all of the destruction the Sheeda will carry out before they're killed off, I'd much prefer to just offer you a new planet to settle. Then you wouldn't need to Harrow the past any longer. You could just build your own civilisation in peace."

"Why would I want peace? I am built for war, bred for it! A billion years of evolution and artifice tell me that I am your superior!"

She thrusts her right hand in my direction, and in a flicker of runes a spear appears in it.

"I am the perfect creature designed to kill you, Harold Jordan!"

…

"I'm going to pretend that you didn't say that."

"Do you fear me? Does the knowledge that none of your vaunted skills will matter against me threaten to unman you lest you block it from your mind?"

"No, it's just this thing where people from the future have no idea who I am. It's getting a bit annoying."

"Because we Sheeda have superior intelligence and know your most closely-guarded secrets!"

"Because I'm not Harold Jordan. I am, however, mildly annoyed."

 

[Mr Zoat]

26th June 2012
18:47 GMT

"Do not lie to me, human scum!"

"Former test pilot Harold Jordan is older than me-" By roughly six years. "-and American. I'm of British origin. You can tell the difference by comparing our accents. What colour Lantern do you think Harold Jordan is?"

"Colour-? He's a Lantern."

"Until a little under two years ago the only Lanterns operating on Earth were green. I -obviously- am orange. If you believe Harold Jordan to be a Lantern then presumably you know which colour."

There's a very definite pause.

"Our records show that Harold Jordan is Earth's greatest Lantern during this era. You are this era's greatest Lantern, therefore-"

"Thank you."

"-you are Harold Jordan."

I let out a quiet chuck-

"Do not dare to laugh at me!"

-le.

"No, no… These things happen." I exhale quietly. "Do you want me to… Get another Lantern? I'd hate for you to have wasted your-"

There's a spear in my chest.

"-time..."

That looks bad. I extend filaments to assimilate it, only for it to vanish in a swirl of green.

The spear Aeres is holding hasn't left her hand. She didn't move to throw it or lunge with it. Another Sheeda under some sort of invisibility ward? Possible, but my ring is monitoring local air currents which should give me warning if someone tries that. My spell eater is still at zero usage. Not sure, but a small hole in my chest isn't much of a problem these days.

The only unfortunate thing is that I can't see any focused 'spear Orange Lantern' desire in the Honden. Or any duty-related impulse that appears to have that as an obvious consequence. Some members of the League of Shadows have desires that feel a little like that, but the spear wasn't their usual weapon of choice.

"Do you fear me now?"

"Six months ago an angel shoved a burning sword through my skull, while I was in hell and defended by an army of demons. I'm sorry, but no matter what you do you're not going to get the emotional reaction you're looking for."

"Through your skull?"

"I got better. Look, if you can't identify me correctly, does it not logically follow that you might-?"

I blink and she's lunging, forcing me to transition aside! Her weapon glows green for a moment and then vanishes as she raises her hands, runes flicking into being-.

I fire an energy pulse just to check-. Yes, immune to constructs, but my railgun construct has formed and I fire a mage slayer-.

Her spear reappears in a green flicker and she cuts my round in half-.

Temporal manipulation. She can stab backwards in time. The colour matches the goo Melmoth was using. Presumably she has a limited quantity with her, which means that any stab that doesn't kill me is a wasted shot. A hit to my brain might kill me, but I just told her that it didn't keep me dead. The only way for her to disable me would be to cut off all three of my rings and if she wanted to kill me then she'd have to follow up immediately.

Alright then.

I manipulate light without creating a laser construct, sending rays of orange light at her. Her spear blurs -darn, no green glow- as she turns them aside, the relatively weak rays heading towards the sky above or the ground below. I don't think she's actually moving at super speed, she's just got some sort of super-enhanced reflexes and accuracy. Fine. This time I create lasers, moving them to surround-.

Three of my filaments are severed by a green glowing spear while her weapon remains in her hands. I generate more lasers to replace them in an attempt to force her future self to leave it in the past for longer while I fire the ones she's not disrupting at her. She twists, spear turning aside some shots while she physically evades others, future-spear ensuring that she always has an escape.

Remove oxygen.

A wave of orange passes through the air, oxygen molecules vanishing as they pass. Aeres doesn't react to my action, instead lunging at me once again. No obvious supply of air in her armour, and I don't know Sheeda runes well enough to know which ones are doing the job. Alright, lack of air's clearly not a problem and there goes the spear.

I send out a wave of orange, transmuting nitrogen gas into phosphorus. With no oxygen present it doesn't ignite immediately, and she appears to ignore my effort in favour of manoeuvring to get into position to send her spear into the past. Is she only capable of sending it back for a limited amount of time? What happens if she doesn't? I'll monit-

Warning! Spell eater temperature increasing.

-or.

I throw out a network of orange strands and return the oxygen. Flame engulfs me to no effect: hot as burning phosphorus is, my construct armour and my power armour are designed to take much hotter attacks than this. I momentarily can't see what's happened to her, though-. That gives me an idea. It's a bit primitive, but given that my tattoos should be obscuring-

The spear hits me in the left thigh, and it's gone before I can grab it.

-me from her magic, just-. Heal, using hologram decoys might work.

I take three projector drones out of subspace as the phosphorus burns out, my outline shuddering as three of me go in different directions. Actual me goes invisible, the orange strands linking the three of them happening to pass through the volume of space containing me.

Aeres doesn't seem to have been unduly bothered by the heat, parrying a hopeful volley of laser beams before flying-. The spear disappears and she fades from view.

But I'm still watching the air currents in minute detail, and monitoring where she'll have to go to make her temporal thrusts. This time the construct laser is broad enough that she shouldn't be able to parry it. Not if her parry ability works like I think it does.

And there and fire!

A flash of green and-. I hit her while her spear was in the past. She flickers back into visibility, a few very slight signs of damage visible on her armour.

And electrolaser.

Lightning flashes and… Arcs around her as her spear reappears. Alright, I suppose that electricity is something she would probably be warded against.

Left hologram gets a time travelling spear through the head, and the decoy correctly displays what would happen if that happened to me. It stills in the air, and I stop projecting orange light to allow all four of us to play possum.

So that's a 'no' to electricity, heat, oxygen deprivation and light. Next are cold, kinetic damage and gravity.

Drone 2 goes into contingency mode, creating a hologram orange spear and charging while I remove a stealthed cold gun from my equipment harness. Aeres moves her spear to a 'guard' position while the distraction swipes at her head, the third drone switches to light-chaff generation and I take a shot-.

Which a spear appears from the future to parry.

Okay, next thing.

 

[Mr Zoat]

26th June 2012
18:49 GMT

A wave of orange sprays vapour across the volume of our fight area as Aeres moves to fulfil her spear-prophecy and my possum-playing doppelgänger reactivates. Then I back up, firing out a dozen cold beams set to wide beam, the vapour flash-freezing into ultra-hard crystal. A combination of Truggs' work and Mr Jesse's as well as a little of my own, it's strong enough to give someone with super strength a little trouble and resistant to exotic bypasses. She's falling, but I doubt that the impact will actually trouble her. I'm more interested in seeing how she escapes.

And searching for falling or escaping-relating desires. Are Sheeda desires just… Genuinely muted? The Honden bypasses every sort of ward I've been able to test it on, but it doesn't help if they don't have desires in the first place.

Just in case the universe is feeling generous, I target her position with a particle cannon and use a construct paintbrush to draw sigils on the hardened upper and lower surfaces of the crystal block. Then I switch spell eaters, transport the used one to the uppermost drawing and crush it.

I may struggle with magic myself, but you don't need to be an electrician to make a circuit live.

A column of crystal appears in the air in a woosh of green, neatly temporally displaced from the area of the main block around Aeres. I use a construct hand to shove it down but she's already flitting free, lightning flashing from her hands and-.

The construct vanishes where the lightning hits even as I manipulate the crystal column back into place and move to dodge. Another tine of lightning hits my armour, shields either bypassed or failed, and the armour flakes, which is what it's supposed to do… Temporal manipulation? That wouldn't work; I don't age, and my armour wouldn't decay fast enough for a thousand extra years to do much to it. Is she testing me as I'm testing her?

Another network of her armour's runes glow, but this time I dodge further and interpose a steel wall when she tries to redirect. It oxidises and dissolves into flakes, but there's no penetration. The construct I used to return the crystal column to its housing moves, supporting the falling platform and bringing it back up towards us.

Let's try self-validation instead. Is that why she's… Aah. Getting somewhere. Follow that thread…

I raise my hands and warp space, immense gravity shear ripping the physical universe to shreds before me. The glow on her armour changes, her body rippling as it flickers from place to place, inches ahead of my ability. Magic this time I think, rather than temporal manipulation, but without a wide area magic disruption ability there's not much I can do about it.

I create construct railguns and fire up from below, but my own efforts are spoiling my shots and she hasn't got less evasive.

Found you. But let's leave this for last. I wouldn't want-

The crystal platform is only just below us, and the runes are shimmering.

-to be rude to an invited guest.

A huge, thin-fingered hand, red-skinned and long-nailed, reaches out through the portal and grabs her. No dodging, no spells, no temporal manipulation. A second hand reaches upwards, gripping the edge of the platform and pulling as the owner drags himself into the material world.

Mammon rests his elbows comfortably on the rim of the platform, the upper parts of his body…

"Have you been working out?"

"Ah! There you are, m'boy." He smiles. "I was having trouble seeing you."

"Not having any trouble holding her?"

He regards the panicking Sheeda in his right hand.

"No. Her magic isn't bad, but I've got more power than I know what to do with these days." He chuckles with menacingly false bonhomie. "Nearly."

"What's with the muscles?"

"It's expected of the position, you know?" He fans out his left hand in a gesture of helpless disinterest. "Corpulence is fine for the Lord of Avarice, but the President of Hell needs a little obvious force to him."

"But the loin cloth stays?"

"You caught me in the bath." He leans his neck a little closer to me. "You're lucky I like you. But that only goes so far. Is this little morsel for me, or are you asking for a favour?"

Handing a person over to a demon is clearly not a morally praiseworthy act, but she is here to kill the entire world. And while she can block my ability to see her emotions, Mammon is an open book. He isn't going to kill her. He isn't even going to torture her beyond what he finds necessary to get her to talk. He wants to learn everything she knows, and he won't risk damaging her ability to keep him informed.

"How up to date are you?"

"I knew that we were getting some novel guests." He holds her up to his face. "Sheeedaaah. A curious choice of name when they're so clearly not."

"And you aren't literally a pile of coins. Tell you what: you take her armour and spear. I mean, she's probably going to end up with you anyway."

"And what will I do with a spear?"

"Trade it with Mister Simpson, same as the armour. He's the only one with any realistic prospect of overthrowing you. Keeping him busy is in your interests."

"Not a terrible idea, but I can hardly afford to be second with the news."

I hold out my right hand, a book with a summary of everything I've learned about the Sheeda written on the pages.

"Would this make the bargain more palatable? It's not everything she knows on the subject, but it's everything I know."

He delicately plucks it from my grip.

"Why does this one matter to you?"

"Are you amused by the moral foibles of humanity?"

"Am I-?" He smiles incredulously. "You have realised that I'm a demon, haven't you?"

"I'm likewise amused by the manner in which people pursue their desires. I enjoy trying to understand the thought processes behind their follies. She attacked me, but beyond a moment by moment aim to bring me down I have no idea why. But once you strip her of her arcane protection it's open season on her most intimate memories. And I'll know."

"But I won't. Hmm."

His hand dips back into the portal, and comes out with a small amulet on a chain hanging off his fingertips.

"But that's easily solved. Here." He holds his hand out to me, and I generate a construct hand roughly equal in size to his real one and take it from him. "Keep this with you when you interrogate her. I'm sure that I'll find it suitably illuminating."

"Agreed. A pleasure doing business with you, Mister President."

"Indeed it is." He takes a closer look at Aeres. "Now I'll take my due."

He pulls, his hand moving through her and taking her armour with it, leaving her dressed in chitinous underwear. She immediately starts falling, and I create a construct rack to catch and bind her.

"Give it about half an hour. I've just warmed up the loofah."

Mammon smiles beneficently, then lowers himself back through the portal before closing it.

Well. I can manage half an hour. I've got a meeting to get to anyway.

 

[Mr Zoat]

26th June 2012
15:27 GMT -5

Jordan smiles incredulously.

"She thought I was you?"

Aeres is currently dressed in prison clothing and bound by metal clamps, Dr. Balewa's magic and the Lasso of Truth, and is giving Batman and Mr J'onzz everything that they want. For some reason it doesn't appear to have occurred to the Justice League to try summoning demons during their fights with the Highborn.

Can't imagine why.

"According to her, their records name you as Earth's most powerful Lantern. And since as far as she could tell that's the position I hold, I had to be you."

"You know, a few years ago I'd have argued that." He glances away for a moment. "Why don't time travellers know about you? Was it something to do with your fight with Krona?"

"It could be? It could be that the future they're coming back from isn't our future any more, with… Something about my arrival being the point of differentiation? Though whether that's because of Krona or because of whatever it was that brought me here in the first place, I don't know."

He nods. "You ever find out what that was?"

I shake my head. "No, but I haven't really been looking into it lately. Maybe if Sivana gets pardoned I'll ask him to take a look. It should keep him entertained for a little while."

"Did-?" He takes a sharp breath before giving me his full attention. "Did Batman know about that?"

"I don't know. I didn't keep in touch with Sivana because Batman asked me to, and other than a report on what happened with the Huntsman I didn't tell him, but that doesn't mean-."

He nods. "Doesn't mean he didn't know." He exhales slowly. "I feel like I should be tearing you a new one over that, but it might end up being the best thing that could have happened."

"How did the Guardians take the news about the psions?"

"I was there when Green Man reported in. They didn't sound surprised. Disappointed, maybe."

"In the actions of the people of Vega? In the psions? In themselves?"

"I don't know. I'd guess all three." He shakes his head. "I mean, on the face of it, their plan made a lot of sense. The only thing in Vega at the time was Larfleeze. Stick the psions out of the way, keep an eye on them, no one gets hurt. They'd been self-isolating on the Guardians' old homeworld for their entire history. It must have seemed like a safe bet."

I frown. "I sort of assumed that the psions came from Maltus."

"I did too. Maybe I'm reading too much into it, but from what the Guardians were saying it didn't sound like that was the case. Was Maltus ever uninhabited?"

"Do you know, I haven't asked."

He shrugs. "I used to think that Oa was the Guardians' homeworld." He turns to face the monitor, watching as Aeres struggles and fails to hide information from the Lasso. "What do you think I did?"

"I'm sorry?"

"What makes them think I'm the greatest? Was.. something supposed to happen that didn't because of you?"

"I'm wary of the word 'supposed'. It always makes me want to ask 'according to who?'. But if I had to guess: without my input Guy stayed in obnoxious jock mode and didn't improve as much as he has."

Jordan snorts with amusement. "So it's not so much that I was better as everyone else was worse."

"You might have been worse, too. If it wasn't for Guy, would you have gone for the M'eelam Na'aquall?"

"Not for a while. It's weird; Guy's almost tolerable now. And I'm not sure whether that's because he's changed or because I have."

"I think it's mostly him."

Jordan smiles faintly. "Yeah, probably. But… I've changed too. I'm less… I don't need to obsess over a construct to keep it strong. And I don't forget about things that aren't right in front of me any more."

"How is Ms. Ferris?"

"How's Mz. Cheshire?"

"Doing well, thanks for asking. She's mostly doing counter-intelligence work, and since she's up against the Reach she's doing a lot of good."

"Are the two of you actually spending any time together-?"

"Yes." I roll my eyes. "Now that her training and orientation are over, yes, we are. I didn't want to make her appointment look cronyistic so I gave her space to find her feet. But now she's got a few successes under her belt that's not an issue."

His eyes dip, and he looks a little sad. "That's… Not something I ever managed to make work. I used to think I had it hard when the Corps could call me away at a moment's notice, but you have Cheshire… How often do you see her?"

"Every few days. Not now, obviously, not if one of us is on a mission, and she lives in a fortified barracks and can't visit me." I shrug. "It's not great, but we manage." I frown. "It wasn't a secret identity thing, was it? I thought that Ms. Ferris and her father knew?"

"Not… Right at the start. And that was a big deal. I was eating crow for…" He shifts awkwardly. "Ah, a while. And it didn't help that she knew, because I still wasn't around. As.. her boyfriend, and… One of her employees. She needs a boyfriend and a test pilot she could rely on to be there. And I… Wasn't."

"If something's important enough, you make time for it."

"That Orange Lantern Corps philosophy?"

"No. Star Trek: Generations. If it was Orange Lantern Corps philosophy, it would be: 'if you want something enough'." I frown. "That's a point. I never asked: after Legion was defeated, why did you keep your ring?"

He jerks his head in my direction, frowning.

"If it was a second job that kept you away from your girlfriend, your job and flying planes… What made you stay on?"

That prompts a slow exhalation, and his gaze returning to the screen.

"I don't quit." A quiet snort. "Even when I should. If it was a choice between being a pilot or a Lantern…" He raises his right hand slightly, clenching his fist. "You know what I picked. But I didn't see it as a choice, not until Carol made it one. I just thought that if I worked a bit harder I could have it all. And… After I got fired and dumped, it was the only thing I had left. If I had my time again, I'd have come clean with Carol right at the start, quit Ferris Air as soon as we could find someone to take the job. That could have worked. Wouldn't have been easy…"

I nod. "No chance of patching things up now?"

That prompts a smile. "I don't think my current girlfriend would like that too much."

…

"But at least Carol and I are friends again. I missed talking to her."

"Ah, who's-?"

"Batman to Lanterns. Prepare to move out."

 

[Mr Zoat]

26th June 2012
15:39 GMT -5

"What?"

Angelica finally returns Mammon's stare. It could be a demon dominance display thing, but… I think he's just interested. His current body is a good deal smaller than the one he used earlier; he's actually a little shorter than me like this. His general shape -adjusted for mass- is about the same, despite his workout program. He's still fleshy, but the mass that was once rolls of fat is now in such a shape as to suggest that there's muscle underneath. He's also wearing a suit, though it looks like it died in the seventies and went to the appropriate location.

"What does it feel like? I've been trying-" He reaches over his left shoulder with his right hand, lightly touching the point on his upper back where her left wing is attached on hers. "-to imagine it, and I simply… Can't."

"I could try to talk Zauriel into getting us another pomegranate if you want."

"I said I'm curious, not fixated. But even knowing that it's possible… Demons will do a lot for power, but this… You must hate yourself."

"President Mammon." Batman strides in, orichalcum-armoured Diana following shortly behind him. "You were invited here as a courtesy. If you interrupt the spell you will be made to leave."

Mammon glances at where John and the Columbian theonomist -Doctor Jeremiah Smith- are drawing out the symbols required for this ritual.

"I suppose that now isn't the time to indulge my curiosity."

The design is extremely complex, and even with the library of arcane knowledge I've got squirreled away I have only a vague understanding of how a lot of it works. The basic idea is simple: the Sheeda are operating with the Castle Revolving as their headquarters. If we destroy that, their ability to manipulate time is gone, hopefully along with their high command and whatever portion of their army we catch on the hop. It's… Somewhat telling that Batman has only called in League members and affiliates who will have absolutely no problem killing the people we meet on the other side.

Aeres' underwear sits in a series of relatively easy to understand symbols over to one side, because when they started they were the only items other than Aeres herself that have actually been inside the Castle Revolving. Batman was not pleased that I hadn't kept something from her in my pact with Mammon, but…

I can only push Mammon so far. He is a very old, very powerful and very experienced demon. I caught him at a low ebb, and that was lucky. If he suspects that he's being anything other than rationally pragmatic, he's perfectly capable of getting my work undone. The rehabilitation of hell will stop and millions of human souls will suffer for it.

"I didn't hate myself. I still… Don't. I hate who I was, but it's.. clear to me that I'm not that person any longer."

Mammon tilts his head to the right a little, then looks away, chuckling quietly.

"What I'm feeling, now. I wonder if this is how angels feel about us? As if a part of their personal universe stopped working as it did, and they can't comprehend why? And what's most fascinating is how much of what's happening around me I was missing before my encounter with your brother."

Angelica steps towards him, wings slightly extended.

"I'm doing this because I want to protect the Earth and the Celestial Order. The Sheeda must be defeated and their violation of causality ended. Why are you helping?"

"I'm a businessdemon. The Sheeda's misfortune is my domain's gain. They are… Atheists, are they not? And all so morally bankrupt that no god or angel will step in to speak on their behalf? Why make it harder? Why let good men die early when I can ensure the highest proportion of damnable fatalities, and so shore up my support base with delightful novelties?"

"I suppose that is all that I can expect."

"God is free to take me to task on my conduct at any time." Mammon smiles magnanimously. "My door is always open."

"Mister President, do you actually intend to accompany us?"

"Yes, I think I will. It will give me a chance to establish my bona fides. And pick up a few trinkets."

Batman scowls as the magicians make their final preparations and the rest of the assault force enters the chamber. The Sheeda assault may have been blunted, but if League members are visibly absent from Earth for too long the raids pick up.

"Your presence is not required."

Mammon shrugs.

"If you prefer. But… As a demon, I have an affinity for human vice." He looks at the assembled League members. "Diana Olympos, you're not a part of my mythos, but you've sent many souls to my domain. And many elsewhere. Nate, if you ever want to see a few of your old friends-" He makes a phone symbol with his right hand. "-give me a call. Vietnam was a fruitful recruiting ground. And John! Nearly as interesting as the original. How are you getting on?"

"Well enough."

"Arnus. A rifle, really? Who were you trying to fool? Shayera, alien souls are enough of a novelty that I've made a point of collecting every thanagarian available, and strangely, most of them came to me by your hand. And Bruce. Bruce. A veritable titan of wrath." Mammon raises his eyebrows. "It seems to me that I fit in with this group far better than your absent colleagues do."

John snorts. "'Not so different'? That line's older than this helmet."

"Oh, no John. We're very different. I could kill all these Sheeda and not feel bad about it. Other than for missing the opportunity to use them in some way. Whereas most of you…" His eyes flick to me. "Will feel just dreadful that things came to this. You don't get points for that, by the by."

Major Adams shakes his head. "Can't say it really bothers-."

"Do not speak with the demon!"

Dr. Smith hisses the word, his contempt and hatred palpable enough to make John take a step back. He's not a particularly large man, and he was taking most of the ungodliness of our civilisation in his stride. But I suppose that demons are a reasonable sticking point.

"He exists to tempt men from the path of God."

Mammon nods. "He's not wrong."

"We'd be doing this with or without you." Batman looks over the rune network. "Are you ready?"

John has a last look around and carefully walks out of the diagram.

"Ready to activate it, yeah. A lot of this is done manually. It has to be. We still don't know enough about the Castle Revolving's defences to put it on automatic."

"Recognized, Flash-"

Mr Allen appears, standing a short distance from Batman, his usual red costume replaced by a black one.

"-zero four."

"You're not leaving me out, Batman."

"Flash, this operation-."

"Yeah, I saw who you picked. But I was on that Dreadnought too. I'm coming."

Batman regards him for a few moments.

"Very well. Final checks. Doctor Fate, Doctor Mist, Angelica, begin opening the portal."

Rather than stand equidistant around the diagram the three magicians cluster together, very slowly feeding power into the system. There probably are ways for me to help with that, but since we haven't studied my use of the Ophidian's power in situations like that I imagine that my attempts would just be a distraction.

Instead, I triple check my armour's systems and wait for their work to be completed.

 

[Mr Zoat]

26th June 2012
15:47 GMT -5

This is the first time I've seen Batman in power armour.

I saw suits like this in the comics from time to time, when he absolutely had to fight someone out of his weight class directly. But it wasn't how he generally liked to handle things. He and Nightwing fought an early Amazo without anything beyond their standard loadouts by outthinking it and covering it with C4 rather than splitting up, running, and coming back with specialised equipment. I even remember one comic where he used a 'Bat-boat' and reflected that he didn't want to get distracted with weaponry, perfect being the enemy of good enough.

And I suppose there's only so much he can misappropriate from Wayne Enterprise's research and development division without an auditor noticing.

Looks like… Looks like a rip off of one of LexCorp's designs, actually. With added bat detailing and I strongly suspect an entirely new computer system.

Major Adams is wearing a helmet the same colour as his skin, with a built in air scrubber. Diana's faceplate has a similar function, though in its case the purification system is magical rather than technological. Arnus has a smaller Terminan device which serves a similar purpose, and he's been kind enough to hand Mr. Allen a spare.

It all looks just a little more rational, a little more standardised, than a normal superhero outing. I'm not entirely sure how I feel about that.

Dr. Balewa takes a deep, slow breath. He… Doesn't look… Entirely there, as if he's partially transubstantiated, so much magic being channelled through his body that his flesh just wasn't sufficient to contain it.

"We are… Ready. They are almost certainly aware thet someone is probing them, and they will try to shut down the portal as soon as it opens. I cannot promise thet it will still exist when you wish to return."

Major Adams nods. "Won't be a problem. When we win, we can just take out the jammer. Or fly the ship back."

"We may not be able to sustain the portal long enough to send all of you. We will try, but we do not know what skills the magicians amongst the Sheeda possess. Should it close, we will of course try to reopen it."

Batman nods. "Understood. Orange Lantern, you're on point. Go through the second Doctor Mist gives you the signal."

I nod. I'm probably the most resilient person taking part. And least likely to hold back. I float slightly off the ground, construct armour manifesting around me as I mirror Dr. Balewa's partial etherealisation. We're not trying to take prisoners here, so I'm going to be shredding the desire-systems of any Sheeda I encounter just as hard as I try to shred their bodies.

Angelica spreads her wings and…

And… Sings.

Oh. Um.

The-. The air in the designated space ripples in green and purple as the magic of the League's most skilled magicians clashes with the defensive spells bound to the Castle Revol-.

"GO!"

Accelerate.

For an instant the portal appears to stabilise and I dart through, appearing-. Wall. Scan and get out of the way. Pinging humanoid shapes. Not Sheeda. Undead? Armed and armoured. Mageslayers and shred.

The… Wights? Barely have time to move before being torn apart.

Black blur, then Mister Allen stops in front of a wall closest to the portal, arms buried up to the elbows and vibrating. I get a fraction of a second of the wall shaking and then it explodes, wards gone, targets located. Construct ropes fire x-ionised kunai into Sheeda soldiers, down. Slice, decapitate, confirm deaths.

Pool.

Green pool. Time goo. Hold up rune stone find conduits fire.

"This is what they use, huh?"

Jordan's construct armour looks like a steam punk take on a medieval knight, but it covers his entire body and from the faint irregularity it looks like he's layering it properly. No power armour, but at least his costume is armoured.

"Not any more."

"Can you destroy it?"

"Don't kn-."

The portal behind us flickers, Diana stepping through an instant before it fails.

"Don't know. Better to destroy the Sheeda."

Mister Allen appears. "We even trying to take this thing intact?"

Diana nods. "We don't know what destroying it would do to whatever era it's moored in. Or to time itself."

"Shouldn't there be more guards?"

I generate a temporal flux monitor. Not entirely reliable, but…

"I think we're in our time."

Jordan frowns. "I thought they couldn't leave Earth."

"They haven't wanted to. There's no obvious reason why they couldn't. Maybe the Queen left the Harvest Dreadnoughts as a distraction while she established a colony?"

He generates a satellite dish construct, then shakes his head. "Can't scan through the walls. Sivana tell you anything about the layout?"

"No. Pick a wall, tear it down."

Diana points her sword at the doorway. "Tear down a door. We all know that the Sheeda take prisoners, but we don't know where they're keeping them."

A heartbeat later the door is gone, and so is Mr. Allen. I generate a crumbler construct, set it for large area and low depth and press it against the side wall. Various runic arrays around the room begin to glitch as their feed lines are severed, and I feel the moment I get all the way through. My construct splits, eating the wall in both directions without risking anyone on the-.

Some sort of acid hits my construct armour and my response is automatic: a sheet of ultra-tough ceramics appears just under my construct armour and shoots forward, throwing the acid off even as it's destroyed. I surge after it, construct blades swinging at the Sheeda soldiers and-. A wizard, and what looks like a sacrificial victim. Diana comes through next, crossing the room in the blink of an eye and stabbing the wizard through the head. Jordan's beams shoot out the soldiers' guns, rendering them useless as my follow up sees them dead.

I take out a purple healing ray as Diana checks the victim, a human female… Adolescent? I've had half an eye out for Ystin since this whole thing started, and… Maybe? She doesn't have the musculature that I'd think a knight would have, but I seem to remember that Ystin worked as a scribe before her last-minute elevation and she's got the physique for that.

"She appears unwounded. I-."

The young woman's eyes flutter open and Diana makes an effort to smiles reassuringly at her.

"We are the Justice League. We're here to rescue you. Do you know where the other prisoners are?"

"N-no. They just-. I don't even-."

Body language is good, but the fear isn't there. So either she's covering up for us, which seems unlikely, or she's-.

As Diana steps closer the woman shifts, flesh rippling as she dives for Diana, claws shimmering-!

Jordan and I put ring-bolts through her head as Diana stabs her through the chest, her claws failing to penetrate Diana's armour.

"Changelings. We'll have to check all prisoners."

Jordan raises his ring. "Barry, come in."

"Guys, get here now."

 

[Mr Zoat]

26th June 2012
15:50 GMT -5

Mister Allen has already cleared this flight deck, flies and their riders and ground crews torn open by a combination of supersonic fists and thrown projectiles. Blood has been splashed across Mr. Allen's costume, and I notice that he keeps clenching and unclenching his fists.

"Look."

He points out through the magic barrier covering the opening to the outside of the Castle, and as we follow his gesture…

There's a planet. Looks like it's Earth-equivalent, and… Ring? Yes, some signs of primitive civilisation. Some simple roads, slightly higher levels of illumination in some places than would be expected, signs of deforestation… But not lots of straight roads, not widespread light, no visible…

One visible satellite, big and yellow. But no smaller ones. Which… Could still mean that the world below is primitive, or at least non-industrial. The… Obvious alternative is that it's some sort of resort world and the reasons they don't have roads is a combination of readily-accessible air travel and a desire to get away from that sort of thing.

"That doesn't look Sheeda."

Ring?

"Nothing in my files on either the precise design or the general appearance."

Custom built? That suggests high-end resort, as low-end places will generally just buy a standard build, or… Use a ship. But I… Can't see any docking arms. Teleportation, perhaps? Could it just be an observation post? Someone watching the planet below? The alternative is that the planet's civilisation are fuel-trapped and trade with the more advanced civilisation who made the satellite…

"Mine either."

Doesn't matter. In any case…

"It doesn't look like the civilisation down there is populous enough for it to be worth the Sheeda harrowing it."

Mr. Allen rubs his hands together, inadvertently spreading Sheeda gore around. "Do you think that matters? You already offered them a new planet to settle."

Diana's eyes narrow slightly behind her visor. "Could it be a Sheeda outpost? Could they have left it here during one of their previous attacks?"

"Sheeda technology tends to look a certain way, but there's nothing stopping them making something a different way."

"It's a space station. We need to focus on the ship."

He might know something that I don't, but I'm only ninety seven percent confident that it's a station. Macro-teleportation is possible, so there's no particular reason why a mobile object would need an external thruster, or… Otherwise have an external element to its movement system. It's just that the vast majority do. Even amongst those few civilisations that can build them… Well, just look at how long it's taking me to convince the Justice League to build a global magic detection network. They could have built one a decade ago. Heck, the Justice Society could have built one if they'd been patient.

"Orange Lantern?"

"Wards are still up. I can fly out and have a look, but if the station's warded it's barely worth my while."

Physical directions don't mean much in the Honden, but by searching for desires relating to the planet below, I-.

Out, wyrmling, and dare you not darken my door again.

Gah! A green aura surrounds me and hurls me across the hangar and into the wall!

"I'm okay!" I float upright and take a moment to check myself over. "I'm okay."

Diana looks alarmed. "What happened?"

"I tried finding the Sheeda's desire networks in the Honden. Something felt me do it."

Jordan's holding his ring out in the place I was standing, green light strobing through the area as it scans.

"That was… Green Lantern energy."

I dart back to the exit portal, looking around… Haven't got a good angle but I can't see any stars. There's light, so presumably there's a local star somewhere, but that's it. That's not necessarily strange. Plenty of systems towards the galactic rim have a section of the night sky that's empty, and there are more than a few systems that have them obscured.

But.

A sparsely inhabited planet. A yellow space station. And a powerful Green Lantern.

"Jordan, can you reach the Guardians?"

"Probably, but they're not sending reinforcements."

"Ask for all information on a human man named Lord Malvolio of the Green Flame. If they say that they don't know who that is, scream at them until they decide to be helpful."

"If you already know-."

"If I knew enough to fight him, do you think I'd have been thrown across the hangar?"

Jordan manages a small smile. "I guess not."

"The Guardians and the Controllers barely exchange information about regular operations. They certainly don't talk about their mistakes. Wonder Woman, I strongly suggest that we clear the ship first. Whatever's going on here, disabling the ship denies the Sheeda a lot of tactical options. Destroying it flat out stops them."

"What have you heard of this 'Malvolio'?"

"Supposedly -and this isn't confirmed- he killed one of our Sector's former Green Lanterns, took his ring and kept it."

Mister Allen glances at Jordan.

"That… Does happen, sometimes. We don't just take people with clean scorecards. But if the Guardians let him keep a ring, they must have thought that he'd do an okay job. Why would the Sheeda be talking to-? You think they're making him the same offer they meant to make me?"

"If he's the ruling planets sort of Lantern… Like Sinestro, he might go for it. Or he might not. It might not even be him, but Guy can't do what someone just did to me."

Mister Allen nods. "So where next?"

Diana gives a small shrug. "We don't have a layout."

"Paul and I can fly outside, attack the other launch bays that way. There won't be any prisoners there, and I'm pretty sure we can handle any fighter defenses."

"It's that, or tear the ship apart from the inside. Faster but riskier for any prisoners."

"Attack from the outside. Flash and I will follow the corridors and attempt to find either the holding cells or the bridge."

I nod inside my armour, then Jordan and I jump through the exit and into space.