Chojin Patriarch
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Thank goodness for that. Hopefully, things work out without violence..."Recognized, Orange Lantern, B zero six."
No civil war today, at least.
So the Amazon gets its own super-powered guardians.The Accala weren't exactly impressed by the government's first offer, but they didn't dismiss it out of hand either. Diana was hopeful that they'd eventually be able to reach some kind of settlement and I could see how much Hugo wanted one. I hadn't realised exactly how poor the soil in the Amazon was until he delivered an off the cuff lecture on the subject. The Accala themselves aren't experts on jungle management; they may have been a few generations ago but they haven't been able to use those skills since the putsch and they've sort of fallen out of the collective consciousness. But some of the tribes they've had dealings with do and they're willing to learn if that's what it takes.
And isn't that an amusing image. Perhaps they can work out a deputisation program, allowing the Tribes to enforce the laws within the jungle and its borders, with minimal oversight.I walk across the hangar -no bioship yet- and head up the steps to the kitchen. Of course, the best thing to do would be to recruit the entire tribe into the.. jungle rangers, or whatever the Brazilians call them. Make them part of a federal law enforcement body so that they can enforce the current laws, and pass a piece of legislation recognising the tribal lands as actually belonging to the tribes. But I doubt that the Accala want to be bound to an institution that they hate and I doubt that the government want to invite in people who just metaphorically cattle prodded them in the genitals.
Not every mission can be a knee-slapping, leg-breaking good time. Fellow's got to learn that."…complain about, but I had thought there would be more fighting."
I can hear Garth through the door, and I suppose that's a fair observation. He was stuck at the logging camp trying magic he didn't know and waiting for something to happen.
I'm not entirely sure Garth's Atlantean strength would be up to the former...As I walk through the door I see Beryl flash him a grin.
"You could always go and visit the Accala if you wanted. They'd probably be happy to spar with you. Or the Brazilians. Their soldiers need lots experience fighting metahumans."
And he is not happy. Certainly, less happy than he usually is."Reports all done?"
Garth nods while Beryl shrugs.
"Sure, but I'm pretty sure that Batman's already getting on top of this one."
Hopefully. If it all goes ploin-shaped, we know who the League is going to be looking at first."…rises at four o'clock…"
Angelika enters the kitchen area from the other side, Wallace helping her with the bags. He nods as he sees me.
"Hey, Oh El. South America still in one piece?"
"For now."
Ah, some German-style cuisine. I suppose anything works to get the bad taste out of their mouth.He and Angelika put their bags on the table and Angelika starts rooting through them. She notices me watching and smiles.
"Kid Flash said that Central City had good German food stores and I was inspired. I thought that I would cook today?"
How domestic of her.I shrug. "Fine with me. Should be an interesting change of pace."
She smiles and pulls out a bag of.. some sort of pasta balls. "Ideally, this would all be made from scratch, but this is all good quality. Perhaps, tomorrow, I could do something more involved?"
Yeah, I doubt anyone will object to missing out on his 'cooking'.Ah… Is..? I don't think there's anyone on the team who would point blank refuse to eat something she cooked, and.. she.. hasn't refused to have anything to do with the non-Caucasian members of the team. I had planned on us visiting a high crime city and making it a low crime city, but I suppose that we can settle for medium crime.
"I'm sure that-" Whose turn-? Oh.. gosh yes. "-Canis won't mind skipping his turn."
Given that in his childhood, cold gruel would have been a treat, I can see that.Apokoliptian food culture doesn't do much to recommend the place. Though he has backed away from his initial idea of having an elimination tournament for would-be diners to prove that they are worthy of being fed, his… Ideas about flavour and texture combinations would make Heston Blumenthal say 'that's a bit out there'.
Scott Free said that it's better than Barda's efforts, but he has fairly low standards.
Not dealing well with her preconceptions getting shaken up, eh?I look around as Angelika begins to pull out roasting tins.
"Raquel not here?"
"No." Wallace flops down on the settee. "She wanted to talk to Icon about the whole 'natives versus settlers' thing."
Uh-oh. that's never a good sing...I nod. I suppose he was around while that was still a significant political issue in America.
"How was Russia?"
"I… Don't know..?" I frown, and he shakes his head. "I mean, the mission went… Fine. We found Christina, she'd joined this… Cult…"
Very bad. Very, very bad.I walk through the kitchen and sit down across from him.
"What sort of cult?"
"They.. kinda.. worship this guy called Savitar."
Seriously, does OL not remember Savitar from the comics? Not a fan of Flash back in the day?I nod. "The Hindu deity?"
"No, a metahuman with superspeed who named himself after the god. Or wants to be the god. But I think we might have got played by the Russians."
Well. So much for avoiding a super-speed arms race."How?"
He shuffles in his seat slightly. "We found Savitar's cult-. One of his cults, and the leader could use full on superspeed. I think he was the guy from that Russian army base, the one who got away." I nod. "They had some kind of mystic energy transfer thing. They put it on Christina to give their guys enhanced speed. Not full superspeed, but they did a number on the soldiers the Russians sent with us."
Fight fire with fire, no matter the damage dealt to the surroundings, eh?"Did they get away?"
"No, once I talked Christina down their speed vanished right away. But the problem is that we found out there's a whole bunch more places like that and some of the cultists have super speed. So now the Russians want to make more speedsters."
Refer back to Zig-Zag if you don't remember how that went..."Which they could do anyway." He looks dubious. "Couldn't they?"
"Yeeeeeaaaagh… They could, but they never got the full formula from Jay Garrick and they haven't done much testing to try and fix what they did get."
Well, they're going to be disappointed, aren't they?I take a moment to remember my own early experiments with it. Also, poor Speedy.
"So they want the full formula?"
Tolerable, but...He nods. "And any work we've done with it since. And, yeah, they say they're not gunna use it to make a super speed army, and… They probably won't, because they didn't do that when Stalin was running the place and he wasn't exactly averse to human experimentation. But if we give it to the Russians… Why aren't we giving it to anyone else?"
"How about just agreeing to give a dose to a certain number of applicants?"
Huh, pertinent input from Overgirl?"Yeah, but they could probably reverse engineer it from their blood."
"Why not give them the Blitzen formula instead?"
We both look around, Wallace craning his neck slightly to look over the back of the settee. "Huh?"
Hmm... Workable. But the problem is still reverse-engineering.Angelika keeps putting mustard on some raw meat.
"Aunty Geri's.. friend, Blitzen. She developed a formula which give enhanced speed to the person who takes it. It does not make her so fast as the Flash, but it makes her faster than a normal person. If these cultists do not have the same level of speed as the Flash, then the Russians do not need the same level of speed."
That's the local Blitzen, of course. I doubt Angelika knows the Earth 10 variant's formula form memory."Huh." Wallace frowns. "Could they reverse engineer it from their blood?"
"I do not think so. You could ask her."
Oh god, he's making Mongoose Juice, isn't he? As long as it isn't as addictive as some versions of Earth-14's speed formulae..."Yeah, I will."
"Shame there isn't a short term version of the formula, really."
"Yeeeeahh…" Wallace looks thoughtful. "Ac.. tually…" He gets off the settee. "I.. think I know how to make one."
And again, the focus on OL's perspective makes the other squads' missions into amusing noodle incidents. I suppose someone could write Omakes about them based on what's mentioned in-story. Not it!
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