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Not the first time Paul has seen a people who regard meeting aliens as equivalent to death.
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With This Ring (Young Justice SI) (Thread Fourteen)
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Honestly the strangest part is how willing they were to cooperate.
You would think that s species that has their diplomats volunteer to kill themselves because they are tainted by aliens, would be harder to convince.
Instead they were like 'yeah, sure. But you have to stay out of sight and deliver the supplies in our own boxes so we don't freak out.'
You would think that s species that has their diplomats volunteer to kill themselves because they are tainted by aliens, would be harder to convince.
Instead they were like 'yeah, sure. But you have to stay out of sight and deliver the supplies in our own boxes so we don't freak out.'
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They might not like to interact with aliens, but they may be smart enough to know that complete isolation isn't practical since the aliens may just come to them, so best to have some limited interaction with them, if only to get info about the more belligerent races, like the Thanagarians.
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So the world's plants above water would be limited to bushes, tubers, vines like grapes on boulders, sunflowers, and moss at best? No trees? That sounds unfortunate to look at.
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There's probably something filling the tree niche, but it wouldn't look like one of our trees. It would probably be more like a surface coral plant, building up a mound of material it extracted from the water but couldn't use.
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@Mr Zoat random question. Since sandman II/Sandy made that deal with Morpheus he gets prophetic dreams of bad things happening and maybe (kind of unclear) the ability to make the knockout dream sand, did he just go comatose during the anti-life equation arc since he explicitly had to suffer through the visions? Is he trying to be a superhero now that civilization collapsed? Is he less uptight about the more explicit fashion in the modern era? Did he ever try and go steady with one of those nice girls from his church?
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Yeah, I don't think even the telepathic link alternative is going to happen for the sthuounoo.
I guess Paul is going to tell the polarans, "Suck it up, buttercup." They'll have to figure out a way to make it work.
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So, when are we going to see the Red Lantern Thanagarians start showing up?
Because watching Orange Lantern stomp around space unopposed is getting boring.
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While he did receive dreams relating to that, he didn't really appreciate how wide scale it would be.
No, he is being a superhero.
He's gotten a little more used to it, but wouldn't wear that sort of thing himself.
After he explained what that was, yes.
Since they're not really integrating with them and half the benefit comes from the Thanagarians thinking that they're in an alliance, they'll be fine with that.
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No, I meant during the broadcast, he still got visions of bad things happening to people, but a part of worst thing possible was happening to almost everyone around the world, did the visions he had to live through about that happening drive him crazy or something?
Also, thank you, and Im glad he's alive
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No, it was still one vision relating to one problem at a time, though it didn't make him much more resistant to the Anti-Life broadcast than most people and he had to work through that.
It's what I'm here for.
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Wow, haven't seen one of those since Old Man's War.
Meetings Squared (part 20)
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19th May 2284
19:20 GMT -7
"Remember! They run, you press EXPLODE button!" The super mutant gaoler grins broadly, and it's nice to see that the weird leather mouth guard some super mutants wear never made it as far as Seattle. "BOOOOOOM!"
I nod as the selected slaves cringe. "Thank you-." My eyes dip to his polished name badge. "Dennis."
"Hah! Stupid smooth skin, I am not Dennis!" He points to the badge with his thumb. "I took this from Dennis the Dead Man! Smooth skins keep thinking it's my name!"
"You… Sure showed me." I point to the exit. "May I go? I need to deliver these slaves."
"Yeah…" Not-Dennis looks at the slaves with something approaching regret. "You not in for good time. Never become handsome super mutant like me. Very sad." … "Go away now!"
I heft the detonator box and point towards the exit, as the slaves pull their coats tightly around themselves and begin moving. "Everyone out. We're going for a walk."
They're not moving enthusiastically, but they are moving. Not-Dennis, his job done, heads back towards the pens and the oil barrel fires.
Just in case they think to try jumping the one person holding the detonator, I make a point of keeping some distance between us as we reach the Seattle street. There's an auxiliary unit of normal humans trying hard to stay warm across the street. Not knights… Local gangers? They're just wearing regular clothes with a winged sword emblem painted onto the cloth or scavenged armour plates.
Right. **[Where do they fear going?]**
**[I feel the steps of hundreds of other slaves trudging to their dooms, a path worn not in the snow but in the psyche of the world.]**
And I turn north, and lead the way from the side of the column.
And I **[feel the prisoners, looking for-.]**
Yes, that one. **[I can feel the chains of command upon him, and the places where the needle inscribed the cog on his skin.]**
I don't look at him.
**Keep walking.**
He flinches, but it's barely noticeable as he keeps his reactions to an absolute minimum.
**My name is Krono. I'm a telepath, and I'm currently holding your detonator.**
**So that's what the experiments are for.**
**I wouldn't know. I'm here to-. Well, technically not to rescue you, but I'm going to do that while I'm here. In return-.**
**You want to know what the Immortal's doing.**
**Indeed.**
**Why should I trust you?**
**Ad Victorium, brother.**
Another flinch, and he can't quite keep his eyes from flicking to me.
**Prove it.**
The thugs down the road are watching, but they're not really paying close attention. They've seen this too many times before for it to be interesting.
I fish High Elder Törni's letter of introduction out of my robe, and march over towards him. "Hey, slave!"
He tries to look nervous as he turns his head my way. "Uuh. Uh, me?"
I grin maniacally. "Can you read, slave?"
"Yes?"
I thrust the letter into his face, making sure that my name and the signature are in front of his eyes.
"Does it help! Does it make your chains disappear?!"
He takes a moment, then stands a little straighter. "No sir, the chains are still there."
"Yeah!" I roll the letter back up and return it to my robe. "Good! And don't your forget it!"
**Paladin Abel reporting for duty, sir.**
**How many of these poor souls are yours?**
**Two are Brotherhood. Five are from a local outfit called The Wardens of the White. The rest are local people.**
**Reliable?**
**They hate the Bastards in Black just as much as I do. Sir, what kind of support can we expect?**
**Immediately? I'm it.**
**You a miracle worker?**
**How many telepaths do you know?**
**Two. Which isn't a lot, but it's more than most people. But seriously. Anyone?**
**I've got the stealth attack aircraft that brought me here, and there's a spaceship above us which can provide me with aerial images. But as far as soldiers go, the closest force that might offer to help is Heaven's Gate.**
**Fuck.**
**I'm not sure if their priestesses swear oaths of celibacy, so, maybe? Do you know what sort of forces the Immortal's got in Seattle?**
**No. I... Haven't seen any Black Paladins lately.**
**'Black Paladins'?**
**What they were going to do to us. Maybe. They take warriors into the forge complex, and they come out… Different. They don't get tired or feel pain, and they're psychotically aggressive but completely loyal.**
**Cybernetics? F.E.V.? Chems?**
**I don't know exactly. Can't say I was looking forward to finding out.**
**Any regular Paladins?**
**Some of the officers, maybe. I haven't seen any others since I got out with everyone who saw the Immortal for what he is. The rest of his army's mostly just raider scum, all following the toughest psycho in the city. Hey, how come you're here now?**
**The Immortal's people managed to grab a short-ranged strategic nuke and use it as a giant E.M.P. bomb. Managed to fry every active vacuum tube in California.**
**Strategic-? God!**
**Chinese remnants don't appear to have done anything yet, but we don't want to risk him doing it again. I need to know where he is and what his plans are. Would there be someone in this 'foundry' place who could answer my questions?**
**Yeah. His Head Scribe, a son of a bitch called Torland. He'll be there even if no one else is.**
**Good. Do these people know how to pilot power armour?**
**No, just the Brotherhood members. We didn't have suits to spare for anyone who wasn't already trained.**
**Fine. You'll go in as cowed prisoners. I'll deactivate your bombs and work out how to get you weapons. I'll interrogate and kill Torland, and you'll all walk out dressed like Paladins or militia.**
**Sounds like the outline of a plan. Ad Victorium, sir.**
19:20 GMT -7
"Remember! They run, you press EXPLODE button!" The super mutant gaoler grins broadly, and it's nice to see that the weird leather mouth guard some super mutants wear never made it as far as Seattle. "BOOOOOOM!"
I nod as the selected slaves cringe. "Thank you-." My eyes dip to his polished name badge. "Dennis."
"Hah! Stupid smooth skin, I am not Dennis!" He points to the badge with his thumb. "I took this from Dennis the Dead Man! Smooth skins keep thinking it's my name!"
"You… Sure showed me." I point to the exit. "May I go? I need to deliver these slaves."
"Yeah…" Not-Dennis looks at the slaves with something approaching regret. "You not in for good time. Never become handsome super mutant like me. Very sad." … "Go away now!"
I heft the detonator box and point towards the exit, as the slaves pull their coats tightly around themselves and begin moving. "Everyone out. We're going for a walk."
They're not moving enthusiastically, but they are moving. Not-Dennis, his job done, heads back towards the pens and the oil barrel fires.
Just in case they think to try jumping the one person holding the detonator, I make a point of keeping some distance between us as we reach the Seattle street. There's an auxiliary unit of normal humans trying hard to stay warm across the street. Not knights… Local gangers? They're just wearing regular clothes with a winged sword emblem painted onto the cloth or scavenged armour plates.
Right. **[Where do they fear going?]**
**[I feel the steps of hundreds of other slaves trudging to their dooms, a path worn not in the snow but in the psyche of the world.]**
And I turn north, and lead the way from the side of the column.
And I **[feel the prisoners, looking for-.]**
Yes, that one. **[I can feel the chains of command upon him, and the places where the needle inscribed the cog on his skin.]**
I don't look at him.
**Keep walking.**
He flinches, but it's barely noticeable as he keeps his reactions to an absolute minimum.
**My name is Krono. I'm a telepath, and I'm currently holding your detonator.**
**So that's what the experiments are for.**
**I wouldn't know. I'm here to-. Well, technically not to rescue you, but I'm going to do that while I'm here. In return-.**
**You want to know what the Immortal's doing.**
**Indeed.**
**Why should I trust you?**
**Ad Victorium, brother.**
Another flinch, and he can't quite keep his eyes from flicking to me.
**Prove it.**
The thugs down the road are watching, but they're not really paying close attention. They've seen this too many times before for it to be interesting.
I fish High Elder Törni's letter of introduction out of my robe, and march over towards him. "Hey, slave!"
He tries to look nervous as he turns his head my way. "Uuh. Uh, me?"
I grin maniacally. "Can you read, slave?"
"Yes?"
I thrust the letter into his face, making sure that my name and the signature are in front of his eyes.
"Does it help! Does it make your chains disappear?!"
He takes a moment, then stands a little straighter. "No sir, the chains are still there."
"Yeah!" I roll the letter back up and return it to my robe. "Good! And don't your forget it!"
**Paladin Abel reporting for duty, sir.**
**How many of these poor souls are yours?**
**Two are Brotherhood. Five are from a local outfit called The Wardens of the White. The rest are local people.**
**Reliable?**
**They hate the Bastards in Black just as much as I do. Sir, what kind of support can we expect?**
**Immediately? I'm it.**
**You a miracle worker?**
**How many telepaths do you know?**
**Two. Which isn't a lot, but it's more than most people. But seriously. Anyone?**
**I've got the stealth attack aircraft that brought me here, and there's a spaceship above us which can provide me with aerial images. But as far as soldiers go, the closest force that might offer to help is Heaven's Gate.**
**Fuck.**
**I'm not sure if their priestesses swear oaths of celibacy, so, maybe? Do you know what sort of forces the Immortal's got in Seattle?**
**No. I... Haven't seen any Black Paladins lately.**
**'Black Paladins'?**
**What they were going to do to us. Maybe. They take warriors into the forge complex, and they come out… Different. They don't get tired or feel pain, and they're psychotically aggressive but completely loyal.**
**Cybernetics? F.E.V.? Chems?**
**I don't know exactly. Can't say I was looking forward to finding out.**
**Any regular Paladins?**
**Some of the officers, maybe. I haven't seen any others since I got out with everyone who saw the Immortal for what he is. The rest of his army's mostly just raider scum, all following the toughest psycho in the city. Hey, how come you're here now?**
**The Immortal's people managed to grab a short-ranged strategic nuke and use it as a giant E.M.P. bomb. Managed to fry every active vacuum tube in California.**
**Strategic-? God!**
**Chinese remnants don't appear to have done anything yet, but we don't want to risk him doing it again. I need to know where he is and what his plans are. Would there be someone in this 'foundry' place who could answer my questions?**
**Yeah. His Head Scribe, a son of a bitch called Torland. He'll be there even if no one else is.**
**Good. Do these people know how to pilot power armour?**
**No, just the Brotherhood members. We didn't have suits to spare for anyone who wasn't already trained.**
**Fine. You'll go in as cowed prisoners. I'll deactivate your bombs and work out how to get you weapons. I'll interrogate and kill Torland, and you'll all walk out dressed like Paladins or militia.**
**Sounds like the outline of a plan. Ad Victorium, sir.**