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Well I'm sure Hinon would love to... study... such a change brought about by Alan being a Hope elemental.
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Well I'm sure Hinon would love to... study... such a change brought about by Alan being a Hope elemental.
No, he's an alien turned lord of order.Also is the Nabu of this fic a child of Vandal Savage like in canon?
EDIT: On a side note, like everyone else, I've been playing a lot of Elden Ring. How would a Orange Lantern Paul variant make that situation work?
No, they got superbombs, but they were only able to make two. One destroyed Hamburg and the second was shot down in transit.Man, turtledove really had it out for the Brits. No explosive metal bombs, no superbombs, and allying wirh the csa.
Southern Victory x Worldwar.That's the Worldwar series, innit? But I don't remember America and the rest becoming evil? Did you mix it with something else?
Is this Future Paul, or another alternate version?
Alternate version. Note the lack of coloured speech marks.
And Rhadon was still put down by the MC Tarnished, so what's that point?He doesn't. Rhadon, assuming a universe that operates like ours, was holding stars that were up to 16,000 light years away still while being eaten alive and driven insane by a virus.
And if it's a alt, how does he recharge? I've never read Turtledove, but I doubt that these aliens had a Emotional Spectrum compatible technology lying about. Still possible, of course.
And Rhadon was still put down by the MC Tarnished, so what's that point.
Seconded. Can we at least get the cliff notes on what happened to this version of Paul for him to have the resources of an alien species he's already eradicated?And if it's a alt, how does he recharge? I've never read Turtledove, but I doubt that these aliens had a Emotional Spectrum compatible technology lying about. Still possible, of course.
Btw, I've been living the recent chapters. Thanks again!
Interesting. A pretty major sidestep from regular history. And one written by the more-or-less acknowledged master of alternate history fiction? Good taste. It'd be interesting to see if there are any superheroes developing in this world...
Maybe the people responsible went into different fields in this timeline? Nearly a century of variant history can make for some Mothra-sized butterflies.Far below me, the broken remains of the Royal Navy limp back towards their home ports. I suspect that the older vessels will be broken up for parts. The rest might be as well, depending on how the final treaty negotiations go. I still don't really understand how this version of Britain ended up so far behind in radar technology given that we were leaders in the field in my timeline, but from what I've heard they genuinely had no idea how the vessels of the United States navy were finding their ships for months.
Sounds like they all need a sensible kick in the pants.Though compared to all of the other things wrong with this world, who has better radar doesn't really rate.
The Confederates States of America existed until last year, and went from enslaving their black people to gassing them en masse. The Russian Empire's government is in a state of flux, France is semi-officially a puppet of the German Empire, which is frankly better than they deserve for what they did to their minorities.
So, hows this Paul charging his ring? Did a certain Lantern happen to be still sitting undiscovered in China, perhaps?If Britain had joined them in that behaviour I'd be heading to Australia to help them against the Japanese instead. As it is, I was forced to intervene to stop the German Empire dropping nuclear bombs on London and Brighton until even the characteristically bullish Winston Churchill was forced to acknowledge the international situation and sue for peace.
I am not happy with their choice of allies, but when you get right down to it… It's still my country.
And if this world has no superheroes, this will seem more like a divine visitation than anything.My burden and I transition downwards, well inside the security cordon around Chequers and into the immediate presence of most of the British Cabinet.
"Gentlemen."
Bullets. How primitive.I give them a moment to stop soiling themselves, ignore the exclamations of surprise and profanity, and after a few seconds the demands of the bodyguards and soldiers that I lay on the ground.
I glare at Detective Inspector Thompson over the barrel of his revolver.
Well, that's a fine escalation compared to the Battle of Britain."I just demonstrated the ability to teleport. What exactly do you think your potato gun is going to do?"
"Good-! God!" One of the more intelligent apparatchiks is staring at the large metal ovoids I brought with me. "Those are-!" He turns to look at Prime Minister Horace Wilson. "Those are German superbombs!"
Because different terminaology makes it feel like a different world. And to be fair, 'Tanks' are only called that because of a wartime security protocol.For some reason, rather than the snappy name 'nuclear bomb' or the technically accurate name 'fusion bomb', here they're called 'superbombs'. And 'tanks' are called 'barrels', which sort of makes sense, and jet engines are called turbo engines, which doesn't.
"Those are the German superbombs that were heading for London and Brighton. Look grateful."
And if they're smart, they can use the samples to make their own... Though getting fissile material might be tricky.I retract the flight aura around them, causing them to fall to the ground and embed themselves in the lawn.
"I disarmed them, but they're otherwise quite functional."
Ooof, talk about dark moods. Something the real life man did suffer from...A number of the men around me start to edge away, though I'm not sure exactly how they're planning on getting to the minimum safe distance. Soldiers start getting closer, though it looks like whoever's supposed to be organising them isn't physically present.
"Hm." Winston Churchill walks up to one and raps the knuckles of his right hand against the metal. "Thought they'd be bigger."
Heh. Better living through chemistry. Presumably once he's got some in his system, we'd see some actual colour in that soul."If you'd been fighting the Kaiser's father, it probably would have been." My right hand shimmers as I take a small bottle of pills out of subspace. "A present for you." I toss it to him, and he catches it with the assurance of a man who spent a good deal of his youth playing cricket. "One a month should be enough to kill your black dog, though you shouldn't drive or operate heavy machinery for a few hours after taking one."
He looks into the bottle for a moment, then returns his attention to me, actually walking closer and sizing me up.
And I'm guessing you have ideas, Paul?"Do you want something, young man?"
"Britain lost its empire -and Ireland- at the end of the first War. In a vainglorious attempt to get it back, you sided with people who thought that gassing sizeable parts of their own population was… Something other than totally monstrous. And now the country has no friends and an awful lot of dead young men. So what next?"
Also, nice flex on the actual Prime Minister. Just ignoring him in favour of, what I presume is, the leader of the opposition, if that?I transition next to him and put my right arm around his shoulders.
"Smile. I'm here to help."
I'm not sure if he's taking it in his stride or just too depressed to care. "Myes? How so?"
...So, going to haul them into the Space Age by the scruffs of their necks, whether they like it or not, eh? Bold. I like it!"I've managed to lay my hands on samples of technology about… Let's call it a hundred and fifty years, in advance of anything on Earth. Quite a lot of samples. And I'm willing to… Not so much 'share' as 'hand it over'. You don't have any oil any more? Don't worry, it all runs on hydrogen. Short of raw materials? Don't worry, I have spaceships. It is my desire and intent to use the opportunity caused by this destruction to build the country into something better than it's been before. Better than anything on the planet, in point of fact."
At this point, you could ask one of the more handsome gents to give you a blowjob, and they'd do it... Mostly out of fear, but hey."Did you acquire this from some sort of space men?"
"Four foot tall lizard space men, to be precise." I release him and approach the Prime Minister, then look over to a comparatively open area to his right and raise my left hand. "If you gentlemen could make a space?"
In other words: Show me you can do it yourself, and I'll give you a boost to the next step up.The space is made with alacrity.
"This is one of their tanks. Note the general shape of the armour. You can keep it; I've got hundreds of thousands of the things. This is one of their fighters. Note the exterior radar and missiles. You can keep it; I've got hundreds of thousands of the things. I've put about half of the ships I acquired in orbit around Jupiter, the other half will get here in a few decades. I'll take a team of researchers there once you've assembled one."
...Nothing pleasant, I imagine.Mr. Wilson tries to keep his face calm.
"What happened to their owners?"
Ooh, showing a bit of classic Orange Lantern mood there, Paul? Your planet. And given a Power Ring, you could make that true easily enough."They tried to invade my planet and got their just deserts."
"Their government?"
Oh, he's not asking you to start a war. Why worry about one patch of Earth when you can own the rest of the solar system?"They tried to have their army invade my planet and got their just deserts. If their species reorganised their government immediately and started rebuilding their military infrastructure immediately after that then they might be able to get another fleet here in eighty years. They won't." He doesn't look reassured. "Have you ever met a lizard you liked?"
"Britain is in no condition to start a war."
And suddenly, I'm having images of Dan Dare flashing through my head."Good. Don't. I don't want Britain expanding at the expense of its neighbours, I want human civilisation in space to be British. You will have multiple new industries to send the demobbed men into, and the asteroid belts have material resources aplenty. There is no practical benefit from picking fights with Germany or America, though you'll find that kinetic harpoons fired from spacecraft are a reasonable strategic counter to enemy nuc-." I wince inwardly. "'Super bombs'."
Screw the rules, I have asteroids made of money!"We have yet to conclude negotiations with the German Empire concerning reparations."
"Offer whatever cash and demilitarisation they want and refuse anything else. Make sure that you have the option of paying ahead; I'll cover it in gold the moment the ink is dry. Don't worry about territory: you don't need the Channel Islands when you're getting Mars."
Ah, see, there's a clever fellow. Go along and you could be remembered as the greatest PM ever.He looks like I'm going to fast for him, which is entirely deliberate. But you don't get this far in politics by being a complete dullard.
"And, what do you want?"
Smart man. Whether he can be held to that, will be seen in time..."I want you all to buck your ideas up. I can accept that you didn't know exactly what your allies were doing but that sort of thing stops now. Strategic partnerships with evildoers are useful in the sort term but always come back to bite you in the arse. If you couldn't explain it to St. Peter then don't do it."
He nods, slowly. "I think that we can reach an agreement. Would you like to come inside so that we can discuss your proposal in more detail?"
He looks like I'm going too fast for him, which is entirely deliberate.He looks like I'm going to fast for him, which is entirely deliberate.
Strategic partnerships with evildoers are useful in the short term...Strategic partnerships with evildoers are useful in the sort term...
Good chance that this timeline still has some DC chunks floating around, maybe, and that this Orange Lantern had the idea to go looking for a Maltusian power source on Earth?And if it's a alt, how does he recharge? I've never read Turtledove, but I doubt that these aliens had a Emotional Spectrum compatible technology lying about. Still possible, of course.
...You've been sprinting through an imaginary dreamworld that wants to eat you too? What kind of life are you living?
"too"
For some reason, rather than the snappy name 'nuclear bomb' or the technically accurate name 'fusion bomb', here they're called 'superbombs
But you don't get this far in politics by being a complete dullard.
A jet engine is basically a turbocharger without the cylinders.And 'tanks' are called 'barrels', which sort of makes sense, and jet engines are called turbo engines, which doesn't.
Who are you, who do not know your history?.
Yes.Seconded. Can we at least get the cliff notes on what happened to this version of Paul for him to have the resources of an alien species he's already eradicated?
Something like that.So, hows this Paul charging his ring? Did a certain Lantern happen to be still sitting undiscovered in China, perhaps?
They already know how to do that.And if they're smart, they can use the samples to make their own... Though getting fissile material might be tricky.
No. In the war, Britain had a unity government with members of all parties taking part. Talking to the head of the Opposition would just mean talking to a Minister. And in any case the new Prime Minister is a Conservative.Also, nice flex on the actual Prime Minister. Just ignoring him in favour of, what I presume is, the leader of the opposition, if that?
Probably more Ministry of Space.And suddenly, I'm having images of Dan Dare flashing through my head.
Thank you, corrected.He looks like I'm going too fast for him, which is entirely deliberate.
Strategic partnerships with evildoers are useful in the short term...
I don't know. People's mental abilities usually decline as they get older and of course some people are born into positions of power, but actually getting there? I think it is.
Earth.
Technically, yes. Just psycociblin based rather than the more common in modern days stuff.
Bad take imo.And Rhadon was still put down by the MC Tarnished, so what's that point?
Personally for a power ring Paul, Ranni's Age of Stars ending speaks to me because it turns away from twisting back into centering around a new Order or the Erdtree. Plus offering Ranni a new power ring built body or somehow reaching Rennala through some kind of avarice desire adjustment maybe could be something.