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With This Ring (Young Justice SI) (Thread Fourteen)
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V01D
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Any particular reason why only the first letter of Worried is yellow?
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M'gann: **You fucking morons!**
Mr Zoat
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Good self discipline.
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Yeah, you can see something similar with Dox; he always maintains stringent self-control, so when he's angry the only hint of it is that the first letter is red like so.
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Essentially, you're absolutely dominated by that color for all of half a second before you clamp down on it.
You know, I wanna see what happens when Dox finally explodes from bottling up all that rage. It will be legendary in scale, I'm sure.
You know, I wanna see what happens when Dox finally explodes from bottling up all that rage. It will be legendary in scale, I'm sure.
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Seems unlikely. You only explode if you are controlling it ineffectively.
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Clamping down on your emotions because you aren't allowing yourself to feel them is a temporary solution at best, and you do have to pay the Piper eventually.
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I'd wager that the cybernetically enhanced genius, and the telepathic alien with extensive expertise with the inner workings of the mind, both know a few ways to make it a viable permanent solution.
The rules we think govern the mind, emotions, etc, are not absolute laws. To say that no mind can ever surpass the limitations we face, is the same as saying that no sword could ever be stronger, sharper, and lighter than copper.
To latter, grade 5 titanium-aluminum-vanadium alloys rather change the game. To the former, the aggregated telepathic knowledge of a entire race, or the greatest biomods and cybernetics developed by one of the most intelligent beings in the universe.
Field Trip (part 18)
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9th January
06:33 GMT
I'm not sure whether I should feel proud or insulted.
…
Ah, who am I trying to kid? It's pride all the way.
Standard complement for a patrol boat is twenty. Standard rules of engagement require four to stay on board. Ships have two main guns, so there are at least six shooting at me right now.
Main guns that have surprisingly limited arcs of fire, which is why Komand'r just tore through another without being shot.
Another blur descends through the ceiling and starts shooting at me. Shield's fading a little. I can't take this indefinitely.
So there are around a hundred Manhunters taking positions in an urban environment, quite possibly in constant telepathic contact with one another. Armed and trained, but probably not that experienced in actual warfare because Mars has been at peace since unification.
And M'gann is good at what she does, and she's got more relevant experience than they do. But she isn't up to taking on a hundred of them. Frankly I'm a little surprised-.
There's a concerted push against my mental shields. Nothing that I can't hold off. Yet, at least. J'onn specifically noted that M'gann was unusually powerful and I can hold her off. But a hundred, and at least a few of those are probably specialists. Need more help.
**Hu-?**
Ring, contact Circe.
By your command.
"Hello, Grayven. How is the peace conference?"
"Under attack. By troops with magic defences. Are you available?"
"I'm not really dressed for war-" There's a small explosion in the general direction of where M'gann went, and I… Think I see bodies. "-but if it's urgent..?"
"I've got a giant shield up. You just need to counter their invisibility spells. And I know you can don your armour with a word."
Komand'r starts to come under fire from the Martian infantry, and-. Her constructs are fading a little as she weaves through the air.
"Komand'r, fall back."
"I can manage."
"… little more fragile since I returned most of my power to Hecate."
"Komand'r, you've done enough damage and now they're focusing on you. I've got magic users and telepaths who can support you, but they're not here yet. Circe, you don't work for me, and if you're really concerned I can have the G-Trolls bring in mobile force field generators." Which I would be doing next anyway, because the Apokoliptian in me is demanding that I find the prat running this show and rearrange their face hard enough that they won't be able to shapeshift it back. Now, with Jean accompanying the children, Mortalla will be on Challenger Mountain's desk. "Mother, please arrange a group of G-Gnomes for telepathic defence work and get a pack of G-Elves to bring though a building-scale reactive shield system."
"At once, Grayven."
I'd wince at her instinctive obedience, but in a situation like this it really helps things along. Circe.
"And please see if you can get hold of J'onn J'onzz, and get him to visit the Manhunter Marshal."
"I will.. ask."
BOOM!
Four boom tubes open at ground level beneath me, G-Trolls lumbering through with equipment strapped to their backs and glowing faintly blue from the aura of the environmental shield emitters they're wearing. Next come the G-Elves, snatching the emitters and sensors from the backs of their larger kin and-
Komand'r retreats back behind my barrier, blind firing behind her as she goes.
-spreading them out facing the incoming attack, scrambling up the front of the building to get them in position.
"Their telepathy was weak. I've endured far worse. Where are your telepaths?"
I point down to where a G-Troll is carrying more than the standard load of G-Gnomes. "They're not physically resilient, but if you extend your construct armour around them-."
"Fine."
Circe precipitates out of the air next to me. "It isn't fun to tease you when you're actually focused like this. You ignore half of it."
Komand'r frowns at her for a half-second, then dives towards the G-Gnomes.
"You can tease me later. The spells-."
"I'm not sure that orange Amazon would like that." Her eyes unfocus slightly. "Yes, I see. Invisibility and scry wards bound up into a spell which looks like it's supposed to-."
"Yes, you're very clever. Can you end it?"
"Oh please. A simple twist and the caster-"
Three wrecked patrol ships appear, crashed into buildings across this cavern. Five more are still in the air above us, holding fire for the moment. And the Manhunters…
"-becomes the only one befuddled by their work."
Fire teams have formed, groups of three moving through the city with their guns trying to cover every angle while another hangs back with eyes glowing. Then I see M'gann rise up behind a support and grab him around the head.
"KKGGGHHAAAARRR!"
She tosses him aside and flies at his squad as they turn, bending around or phasing through their shots. One lowers his gun and a lump of debris flies at her from her right only for her to turn, grab it and push off it into the one telekinetically throwing it at her. She stabs him in the chest with her claws before phasing underground as the two remaining members of the squad try to draw a bead on her. When she doesn't reappear one starts to go to check on the optimistic telekine, only to stop and look back at the squad's other member. A moment later they both fly upward to deny her an angle of attack with cover…
And I watch as she makes a pop out attack against another squad a city block away. She doesn't appear to be exactly going for kill-shots, but I can see where there are bodies on the ground and they're not all moving. I've got no idea what's going on telepathically… Shouldn't they be able to co-ordinate better than this?
"Thank you, Circe."
There's a faint hum as the shield generators go live, and I allow my construct barrier to drop. That provokes a round of focused fire, the force fields… Well, they handle it. They're not constructs, and we'll probably need to scrap most of them once this is over, but the sudden hope of our attackers has been dashed. What next? I see the Manhunter lines shift, abandoning ground level and turning to focus on M'gann's last known position.
"G-Gnomes, project fire." Drones, fire to disable.
A wave of small grey heads come up, focusing on the Manhunters as their horns light up. The Manhunters… Don't collapse, they're almost certainly trained to resist telepathic attack, but there's a definite unease in their ranks. Purple beams flash out from my drones, those Manhunters hit staggering and slumping.
Komand'r returns to my level, a G-Gnome on each shoulder. "Komand'r, would you be so good as to transmute the air around their position to methane?"
"If you insist." She holds out her left hand, orange light strobing through their ranks. Another flicker of unease, but methane is odourless. "Are we accepting their surrender?"
"If they all surrender. We don't have the facilities for prisoners like them." That should do it. "Ignite, if you please."
06:33 GMT
I'm not sure whether I should feel proud or insulted.
…
Ah, who am I trying to kid? It's pride all the way.
Standard complement for a patrol boat is twenty. Standard rules of engagement require four to stay on board. Ships have two main guns, so there are at least six shooting at me right now.
Main guns that have surprisingly limited arcs of fire, which is why Komand'r just tore through another without being shot.
Another blur descends through the ceiling and starts shooting at me. Shield's fading a little. I can't take this indefinitely.
So there are around a hundred Manhunters taking positions in an urban environment, quite possibly in constant telepathic contact with one another. Armed and trained, but probably not that experienced in actual warfare because Mars has been at peace since unification.
And M'gann is good at what she does, and she's got more relevant experience than they do. But she isn't up to taking on a hundred of them. Frankly I'm a little surprised-.
There's a concerted push against my mental shields. Nothing that I can't hold off. Yet, at least. J'onn specifically noted that M'gann was unusually powerful and I can hold her off. But a hundred, and at least a few of those are probably specialists. Need more help.
**Hu-?**
Ring, contact Circe.
By your command.
"Hello, Grayven. How is the peace conference?"
"Under attack. By troops with magic defences. Are you available?"
"I'm not really dressed for war-" There's a small explosion in the general direction of where M'gann went, and I… Think I see bodies. "-but if it's urgent..?"
"I've got a giant shield up. You just need to counter their invisibility spells. And I know you can don your armour with a word."
Komand'r starts to come under fire from the Martian infantry, and-. Her constructs are fading a little as she weaves through the air.
"Komand'r, fall back."
"I can manage."
"… little more fragile since I returned most of my power to Hecate."
"Komand'r, you've done enough damage and now they're focusing on you. I've got magic users and telepaths who can support you, but they're not here yet. Circe, you don't work for me, and if you're really concerned I can have the G-Trolls bring in mobile force field generators." Which I would be doing next anyway, because the Apokoliptian in me is demanding that I find the prat running this show and rearrange their face hard enough that they won't be able to shapeshift it back. Now, with Jean accompanying the children, Mortalla will be on Challenger Mountain's desk. "Mother, please arrange a group of G-Gnomes for telepathic defence work and get a pack of G-Elves to bring though a building-scale reactive shield system."
"At once, Grayven."
I'd wince at her instinctive obedience, but in a situation like this it really helps things along. Circe.
"And please see if you can get hold of J'onn J'onzz, and get him to visit the Manhunter Marshal."
"I will.. ask."
BOOM!
Four boom tubes open at ground level beneath me, G-Trolls lumbering through with equipment strapped to their backs and glowing faintly blue from the aura of the environmental shield emitters they're wearing. Next come the G-Elves, snatching the emitters and sensors from the backs of their larger kin and-
Komand'r retreats back behind my barrier, blind firing behind her as she goes.
-spreading them out facing the incoming attack, scrambling up the front of the building to get them in position.
"Their telepathy was weak. I've endured far worse. Where are your telepaths?"
I point down to where a G-Troll is carrying more than the standard load of G-Gnomes. "They're not physically resilient, but if you extend your construct armour around them-."
"Fine."
Circe precipitates out of the air next to me. "It isn't fun to tease you when you're actually focused like this. You ignore half of it."
Komand'r frowns at her for a half-second, then dives towards the G-Gnomes.
"You can tease me later. The spells-."
"I'm not sure that orange Amazon would like that." Her eyes unfocus slightly. "Yes, I see. Invisibility and scry wards bound up into a spell which looks like it's supposed to-."
"Yes, you're very clever. Can you end it?"
"Oh please. A simple twist and the caster-"
Three wrecked patrol ships appear, crashed into buildings across this cavern. Five more are still in the air above us, holding fire for the moment. And the Manhunters…
"-becomes the only one befuddled by their work."
Fire teams have formed, groups of three moving through the city with their guns trying to cover every angle while another hangs back with eyes glowing. Then I see M'gann rise up behind a support and grab him around the head.
"KKGGGHHAAAARRR!"
She tosses him aside and flies at his squad as they turn, bending around or phasing through their shots. One lowers his gun and a lump of debris flies at her from her right only for her to turn, grab it and push off it into the one telekinetically throwing it at her. She stabs him in the chest with her claws before phasing underground as the two remaining members of the squad try to draw a bead on her. When she doesn't reappear one starts to go to check on the optimistic telekine, only to stop and look back at the squad's other member. A moment later they both fly upward to deny her an angle of attack with cover…
And I watch as she makes a pop out attack against another squad a city block away. She doesn't appear to be exactly going for kill-shots, but I can see where there are bodies on the ground and they're not all moving. I've got no idea what's going on telepathically… Shouldn't they be able to co-ordinate better than this?
"Thank you, Circe."
There's a faint hum as the shield generators go live, and I allow my construct barrier to drop. That provokes a round of focused fire, the force fields… Well, they handle it. They're not constructs, and we'll probably need to scrap most of them once this is over, but the sudden hope of our attackers has been dashed. What next? I see the Manhunter lines shift, abandoning ground level and turning to focus on M'gann's last known position.
"G-Gnomes, project fire." Drones, fire to disable.
A wave of small grey heads come up, focusing on the Manhunters as their horns light up. The Manhunters… Don't collapse, they're almost certainly trained to resist telepathic attack, but there's a definite unease in their ranks. Purple beams flash out from my drones, those Manhunters hit staggering and slumping.
Komand'r returns to my level, a G-Gnome on each shoulder. "Komand'r, would you be so good as to transmute the air around their position to methane?"
"If you insist." She holds out her left hand, orange light strobing through their ranks. Another flicker of unease, but methane is odourless. "Are we accepting their surrender?"
"If they all surrender. We don't have the facilities for prisoners like them." That should do it. "Ignite, if you please."
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BR549
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'Ignite', 'Smite', they rhyme, it's close enough!
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Careful there, Grayven. Save the back-patting for the after-action phase.
Ships have two main guns, so there are at least six shooting at me right now.
Not sure if the color cutting out there was intentional. Lack of concern on his part, perhaps?
...and get a pack of G-Elves to bring though a building-scale reactive shield system."
-spreading them out facing the incoming attack, scrambling up the front of the building to get them in position.
Komand'r frowns at her for a half-second, then dives towards the G-Gnomes.
"Yes, I see. Invisibility and scry wards bound up into a spell which looks like it's supposed to-."
"You know what they call flying soldiers?"
"Air Support?"
"Skeet. Get on the ground."
(Schlock Mercenary FTW.)
Something here causing a new line to appear in the regular post as I wrote this. Possibly an unnoticed line break?
Invisitext:
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DAT_NOOB
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man-hunter number 1: you can't beat me with fire I'm no longer afraid of it.
Grayven: really
man-hunter 1: yes
Grayeven *ignites manhunter 1*
man-hunter 1: mistakes where made
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The thought of Grayven establishing a fear of fire in deprogrammed Martians amuses me.
On the plus side, ninjas can't catch any of these guys now.
On the plus side, ninjas can't catch any of these guys now.
Mr Zoat
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His physical dimensions make it quite hard for Grayven to pat himself on the back.
Thank you, corrected.
Orange is the colour of avarice. He certainly doesn't want it to fade.
E-Elves! Is two better!
Thank you, corrected.
I prefer the Second Dalek Empire version.
If I fix it before you post, then it doesn't count. You know that.
Phrexia Unbound
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Does the Genomorph hive mind display enough desire to qualify for being an Orange Lantern?
CTrees
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Methane also requires oxygen to burn. I can't remember what sort of atmosphere the Martian caves have, but even so... If it's all been transmuted to methane, it won't burn.
9adam4
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The exchange rate varies. Manhunters are off the gold standard.
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Assume that the caverns have sufficient oxygen.
Soul Shocker
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Should transmute FOOF.
If you hadn't had the fear of fire, NOW you do.
Mr Zoat
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The Renegade doesn't actually want to kill them.
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Zoat established that the laws are whatever the Prelates say they are, so I'd say they have no concept of illegal orders because they have no rule of law, but rule by decree.
Which means Karmang has his work cut out for him, because making a law of color equality won't do any good in the long run if the next people in charge are allowed to make whatever decrees they want, so he not only has to make a law, but he has to make a new form of governance where that law will be worth anything.
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Well now, M'gann just did Grayven proud. Even I'm a little teary eyed seeing how brutal she is, fully applying 3D methods of attacking a larger force. Phasing and pop up stabbing enemies is always amazing to read.
....She has to be better than J'onn by now right?
I kinda want to boost her with Divinity, and make her a New God of Martians.
....She has to be better than J'onn by now right?
I kinda want to boost her with Divinity, and make her a New God of Martians.
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Not anymore they don't; Komand'r just transmuted it into methane!
Unless, I suppose, if you WANT to temporarily suffocate the soldiers by depriving them of air, and then surround them with a rapidly collapsing bubble of flame on the methane-air boundary. Given that Grayven doesn't WANT to kill them, this might actually be a good way to go about it because that would be an inefficient form of combustion -- instead of the kill-everyone-including-the-good-guys collapse-the-cavern explosion that you would get if you ignited that volume of a methane/oxygen mixture. (To tell you how much power that reaction can have, SpaceX is researching a methane/oxygen rocket engine.)
Siskulous
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I'd guess 2 at most. Aren't they good enough to give M'Gann a run for her money? And we know she's amazingly powerful by Martian standards.
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Grayven doesn't want them dead just stopped.
so general Pummeling and Mental trauma will be sufficient.
now the idiot who ordered the attack on the other hand might get an express boomtube to Desaad if they keep pissing him off.
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The most plausible process here, assuming Earth-like composition, is that the nitrogen making up most of the air will be split into carbon and hydrogen, and extra hydrogen would be borrowed from any water vapor in the air.
If so, the result would be marginally MORE oxygen, not less. This would be a heck of a lot less energy-intensive than transmuting the smaller amounts of oxygen.