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

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Does anyone else feel that Grayven's lighthearted-shoot-from-the hip idea to get Apokolips involved and start a war just like that seems incredibly dumb and hasty?

Like...he just decided that. Just like that. And is only backup for going there is supposed to be Shayera?

Like, what?
 
Ngamer11 said:
Should be why.
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thebishop8 said:
*like an
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Thank you, corrected.
*the most
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No, that's right.
Mquz said:
This may be ignorance: but aren't all the non-elf genomorphs?
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None of the actual genomorphs have a biological sex. In the Renegade timeline, only g-goblins have a gendered appearance. There aren't really enough of them to say that their behaviour is gendered and they're all doing more or less the same job.
Handlewithcare said:
Does anyone else feel that Grayven's lighthearted-shoot-from-the hip idea to get Apokolips involved and start a war just like that seems incredibly dumb and hasty?

Like...he just decided that. Just like that. And is only backup for going there is supposed to be Shayera?

Like, what?
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No, his backup is Shayera, John, Diana, drones and a legion of g-elves.
 
Mr Zoat said:
It should be set to start in the correct place. Granny Weatherwax uses magic to remove all self-deceit from the duchess, and she shrugs it off. It's near the end.
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in a way, it was legitimately badass-
she got the totality of WHO and WHAT she was thrown in her face with her ability to rationalize/repress removed, and she completely threw it off because she was entirely fine with being a monster- i think its the ONLY Time's Esme -ever- got no-selled. period!
 
Wait. Wont Darksied just resseruct eventually. Wasn't it just one of his Avatars. True Darksied could just remake it at anytime. Or did this fic drastically change NewGods and make them unique to each universe rather than existing outside the universes and using avatars.
 
alid610 said:
Wait. Wont Darksied just resseruct eventually. Wasn't it just one of his Avatars. True Darksied could just remake it at anytime. Or did this fic drastically change NewGods and make them unique to each universe rather than existing outside the universes and using avatars.
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I am pretty sure Zoat mentioned that New Gods in his story aren't just Avatars, but the actual local versions of themselves.
 
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zerofarad said:
There's a couple occurrences of but I remember this being spelled as g-gnome?
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Thank you, corrected.
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Wait. Won't Darksied just resurrect eventually?
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No.
Wasn't it just one of his Avatars? True Darksied could just remake it at anytime. Or did this fic drastically change NewGods and make them unique to each universe rather than existing outside the universes and using avatars?
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'Avatars' are up there with 'Doombots' as stupid ways to allow characters to deny their failures.
 
Mr Zoat - I tried starting your story at the beginning, and found that there are many chapters on the story only thread that have not been threadmarked. It jumps from the MC finding himself in space to talking with M'gann about clothes.
EDIT:Sorry, just realized you just threadmarked the beginning of each section/book/arc instead of each chapter.

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'Avatars' are up there with 'Doombots' as stupid ways to allow characters to deny their failures.
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Meh, can be done well. I remember this one HP/Stargate story that had HP making several clones of himself then spread his soul and magic across all the clones, and all the clones shared memories to create a semi-hive mind. So to kill him you would have to find and kill every one of his clones. He still failed at things, but it was hard to really kill him. Also it allowed him to live a few lives at the same time. Yeah, it was an overpower story, but it built up to it.
 
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Wait. Wont Darksied just resseruct eventually. Wasn't it just one of his Avatars. True Darksied could just remake it at anytime. Or did this fic drastically change NewGods and make them unique to each universe rather than existing outside the universes and using avatars.
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No, because even though DC did this 'Oh that's just one of Darkseid's avatars, not the real him," DC failed to give the "true omnipotent Darkseid" the ability to resurrect his avatars.

So if you kill Darkseid, he's dead. "True so called omnipotent Darkseid" as shown in DC can do jack and shit about it, but the more accurate "true impotent Darkseid" doesn't hype up Darkseid to excuse DC making the New Gods a franchise zombie.

Yes, that's immensely stupid and defeats the entire purpose of something being an avatar, and makes the avatar thing moronic frippery.
 
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Mr Zoat - I tried starting your story at the beginning, and found that there are many chapters on the story only thread that have not been threadmarked. It jumps from the MC finding himself in space to talking with M'gann about clothes.
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Try the Archive thread.
 
alid610 said:
Wait. Wont Darksied just resseruct eventually. Wasn't it just one of his Avatars. True Darksied could just remake it at anytime. Or did this fic drastically change NewGods and make them unique to each universe rather than existing outside the universes and using avatars.
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'Avatars' are up there with 'Doombots' as stupid ways to allow characters to deny their failures.
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That, and since this is Justice Lords Earth and thus a DCAU branch timeline, canonically the only way Darkseid comes back if if Lex goes trying to resurrect Brainiac and gets sabotaged by Tala. I don't think Lex is still around to do that...
 
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Aren't lowlies mass produced or something?
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Darkseid mass produces warriors, Big Barda's mother Big Breeda is a high tech broodmare for Darkseid.

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Parademons are also mass produced in hives like insects, Orion and Kyle once crashed into one and got swarmed by parademon babies for their trouble.

I don't know about lowlies specifically though, but it's certainly possible.
 
Conqueror's Moon (part 11)
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    • 27th December 2004
    01:58 GMT -6

    Boom!

    I look up as I stroll through the boom tube out onto the surface of Apokolips. The map I have of Apokolips 16 doesn't quite match-. Doesn't match at all, really. I.. think that's the Tower of Rage over there, but they don't appear to have ever fully rebuilt it from when the upper levels were destroyed during Superman's climactic fight with Darkseid 50. And the vast plaza around it where armies once marched to display Darkseid's power has been torn up by the treads of thousands of dragon tanks and blasted by the fire of a million weapon blasts.

    "Intruders!"

    A… Hunger Dog armed with some sort of primitive power axe leads a charge by a rabble of militiamen.

    "For Granny Goodness!"

    Shayera takes to the air beside me. "I feel almost bad for them."

    "Actually… Yeah."

    I hold up my right hand and lift them off the ground with a series of yellow bonds. Plenty of fear on Apokolips. A couple make a token effort at struggling, but the rest drop their weapons and cower as much as their restricted movement will allow them.

    "Fighting these bottom-feeders would be an almost-embarrassing waste of our time." I fold my arms behind my back and take a few steps forward. "Scum of the Armagetto! I am Grayven, son of Darkseid. You have until the count of ten to find me someone worth killing or I throw you at the walls in the hope that someone important investigates." Heed My Commands!

    I release my hold and watch for a moment as they scurry away.

    "One!"

    "I better get a good fight out of this, Grayven."

    "Two! Why? You got to fight those Thanagarian soldiers."

    "Exact-"

    "Three!"

    "-ly. They were other Thanagarians."

    "Four! So fighting your evil countrymen isn't fun, but fighting mine is?"

    "Fun for me."

    "Five!"

    A piercing, shrieking… Growl, pierces the air, prompting both Shayera and myself to look upward as a flight of stub-winged parademons launch themselves from a nearby defunct chimney and take to the Apokoliptian sky. Some have.. some sort of halberd, while the rest are contented with just their claws. The swarm of them flies up into the sky, circles around-

    I generate a pair of anti-aircraft autocannon constructs. "I'll take the five hundred on the right. You take the five hundred on the left."

    "I want five hundred and one."

    -and dives for us, shots from the few with the wherewithal to aim their haft-mounted blasters pattering off the ground around me. Shayera flaps her wings and surges into the air as I generate a construct gun shield and I open fire, yellow bolts flying into the oncoming flock. My first target is hit, my shot punching through his abdominal armour and into the engineered flesh beneath in a spray of purple blood. The flock responds at once, those stubby wings which don't provide much in the way of speed apparently granting them surprising aerial agility. I calculate an angle to maximise my odds and then change the angle of my guns, firing through the space where the parademons are the thickest as-

    "HhhhhhhhhAYAH!"

    -Shayera viffs around an outstretched halberd blade and batters a parademon around the jaw with her mace. It jerks in the air, dropping its weapon in shock as the mace's energy discharge pulps flesh and pulverises bone. It's a testament to their resilience that his entire head isn't obliterated, but as it wallows stunned in the air she performs a small swoop and slams her mace up into the-. Not the jaw so much as the exposed palate, then brings it down on the top of its head.

    Yeah, looks pretty dead to me. Only five hundred to go.

    I draw my daiklave-

    "ReeeEEEegh!"

    -and swing it through a parademon who dives at me, claws extended. He attempts to parry my swing with his claws, and has them sliced off as a result. He lands, dumbly staring at the bleeding stubs of his severed digits for a moment before I create a fusion cannon construct on my right forearm and shoot him in the head.

    My flak cannons are doing reasonable work, wounded and maimed parademons dropping out of the flock as they focus on evading rather than closing the distance. I see they've got some self-preservation instinct, then. Which is making Shayera's job easier as they stop focusing on her and she starts striking at their wings. Three parademons dive for me from different angles and I sidestep, bringing my daiklave around in an arc that neatly intersects with their flight paths. The wonderful thing about a blade like this is that I barely have to aim; there's no need to aim for the weak spots in their armour when neither their armour nor their flesh provides significant resistance. So long as I can move my arm I can kill-

    Make Me Happy

    -any…

    As one, the parademons turn to face me and then dive at me. Ah, someone's paying attention, then. Mother Box, boom tube to a mile away.

    Ping.

    That's at once frustrating and mildly pleasing. Alright, fighting. Need momentum. With so many parademons coming right at me my flak cannons are killing them far faster but-.

    I swing my daiklave through a parademon and turn aside to try and deflect its corpse's momentum. Partially successful, but the speed and mass of its torso still impede my-.

    A parademon grabs my sword arm. Another endures a slice through its shoulder well enough to grab my legs. I fire my fusion cannon through the flock but one of the quicker parademons manages to sink its claws into my construct and destroy it. Another attaches itself limpet-like to my face, roaring at me in an attempt to distract me. The world around me darkens as more and more parademons pile onto the heap above me, until my vision is reduced to the snapping snarling fangs in front of me.

    Heh.

    Parademons are far stronger than normal humans, but they're still… Augmented strength, rather than super strength. Spider-Man strong rather than Thor strong. Or Venom-Buster strong rather than… Well, me strong. Awkward as this position is, it's really no more awkward than normal humans doing it to Superman, or trying to tie up a normal human with a reel of liquorice. But my hope is that if I look like I've been bested that Granny will stick her head out in order to make a start on my 're-education'.

    I take a moment to relax and then go limp. The only risky part here is that Apokoliptians probably have forms of aura-reading that I'm not familiar with. A defeated God of Conquest would feel rather different to one biding his time… But maybe they'll chalk that up to arrogance. As long as I avoid actual god-speech-.

    There's a shift in the mass above me, the parademons getting orders and moving in a more controlled way than what their usual instincts instruct. The area around my face gradually becomes lighter as the height of the pile decreases, though the number surrounding me remains more or less the same.

    "So who do we have-" The last parademon moves aside, and a face covered by a black and silver mask looks down at me. "-here?"

    I smile. "Lashina. Is it my birthday already?"

    "Grayven?" She smiles back in what looks like genuine pleasure. "I didn't know you were back on Apokolips."

    "Are the parademons yours? I don't mind being tied up, but they're a bit more butch than-."

    "Outa the way. Granny wants him now."

    Lashina shrugs, and her position above me is taken by Stompa, who raises her right boot.

    I may have misjudge-.

    Stomp!
     
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    I definitely understand why Brainwashed Superman got with her, she's hot. My first thought is that Grayven's going to let himself get captured so that he can easily get to Granny, but then what about Shayera? Plus, I can't buy that he would get knocked out by a simple kick to the face, nothing has happened to his God Powers or his ring to let him be that vulnerable.
     
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    I look up as I stroll through the boom tube out onto the surface of Apokolips. The map I have of Apokolips 16 doesn't quite match-. Doesn't match at all, really. I.. think that's the Tower of Rage over there, but they don't appear to have ever fully rebuilt it from when the upper levels were destroyed during Superman's climactic fight with Darkseid 50. And the vast plaza around it where armies once marched to display Darkseid's power has been torn up by the treads of thousands of dragon tanks and blasted by the fire of a million weapon blasts.
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    So, looking a little better than usual.

    I hold up my right hand and lift them off the ground with a series of yellow bonds. Plenty of fear on Apokolips. A couple make a token effort at struggling, but the rest drop their weapons and cower as much as their restricted movement will allow them.
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    Yes, you recognise the Nobility, don't you?

    "Fighting these bottom-feeders would be an almost-embarrassing waste of our time." I fold my arms behind my back and take a few steps forward. "Scum of the Armagetto! I am Grayven, son of Darkseid. You have until the count of ten to find me someone worth killing or I throw you at the walls in the home that someone important investigates." Heed My Commands!
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    Should be 'hope'

    "Two! Why? You got to fight those Thanagarian soldiers.
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    "Fun for me."
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    Watch the flirting, kids...

    A piercing, shrieking… Growl, pierces the air, prompting both Shayera and myself to look upward as a flight of stub-winged parademons launch themselves from a nearby defunct chimney and take to the Apokoliptian sky. Some have.. some sort of halberd, while the rest are contented with just their claws. The swarm of them flies up into the sky, circles around-
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    Ah, fodder.

    -Shayera viffs around an outstretched halberd blade and batters a parademon around the jaw with her mace. It jerks in the air, dropping its weapon in shock as the mace's energy discharge pulps flesh and pulverises bone. It's a testament to their resilience that his entire head isn't obliterated, but as it wallows stunned in the air she performs a small swoop and slams her mace up into the-. Not the jaw so much as the exposed palate, then brings it down on the top of its head.
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    Nice technique, but kind of slow...

    -and swing it through a parademon who dives at me, claws extended. He attempts to parry my swing with his claws, and has them sliced off as a result, He lands, dumbly staring at the bleeding stubs of his severed digits for a moment before I create a fusion cannon construct on my right forearm and shoot him in the head.
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    Almost pitiable how outclassed they are.

    Make Me Happy
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    Oh-ho, Granny's looking this way!

    That's at once frustrating and mildly pleasing. Alright, fighting. Need momentum. With so many parademons coming right at me my flak cannons are killing them far faster but-.

    I swing my daiklave through a parademon and turn aside to try and deflect its corpse's momentum. Partially successful, but the speed and mass of its torso still impede my-.
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    Give him time to think, would you? How rude.

    A parademon grabs my sword arm. Another endures a slice through its shoulder well enough to grab my legs. I fire my fusion cannon through the flock but one of the quicker parademons manages to sink its claws into my construct and destroy it. Another attaches itself limpet-like to my face, roaring at me in an attempt to distract me. The world around me darkens as more and more parademons pile onto the heap above me, until my vision is reduced to the snapping snarling fangs in front of me.
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    I suppose 'drowning the enemy in your corpses' is a common tactic for them...

    I take a moment to relax and then go limp. The only risky part here is that Apokoliptians probably have forms of aura-reading that I'm not familiar with. A defeated God of Conquest would feel rather different to one biding his time… But maybe they'll chalk that up to arrogance. As long as I avoid actual god-speech-.
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    I doubt they're buying, no.

    "Grayven?" She smiles back in what looks like genuine pleasure. "I didn't know you were back on Apokolips."
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    Good to see he looks enough like the local version to pass for him. At least, to someone who isn't a complete idiot, like the Forever People.

    Well, let's hope things go as planned.


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    "Fighting these bottom-feeders would be an almost-embarrassing waste of our time." I fold my arms behind my back and take a few steps forward. "Scum of the Armagetto! I am Grayven, son of Darkseid. You have until the count of ten to find me someone worth killing or I throw you at the walls in the home that someone important investigates." Heed My Commands!
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    So long as I can move my arm I can kill-

    Make Me Happy

    -any…
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    I may have misjudge-.

    Stomp!
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