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

1st January 2013
20:42 GMT
Wow... You would really think The Reach would be better at information gathering... But nope... Somehow they know absolutely nothing about Earth... Even though it has multiple lanterns... And LePaul has been anything but circumspect about where he's from in his travels around the Galaxy...
 
1st January 2013
20:42 GMT


The stars… Move, the universe 'above' and 'below' the system's orbital plane emptying of light sources while the rim becomes far brighter. I… Don't even want to think about the sort of gravity manipulation they've had to do to make that happen.

"Very pretty."
Oh, holy crap. That's not a simple space-time wedgie... They're going full Atomic wedgie, right down to hooking space-time's underwear over its head. The slightest mistake and they could splatter the whole system like a pancake. Their technicians are either overconfident, suicidal or just stupid. Or any combination of the three.

On the off-chance, I try warping space. I can mange a little, but the feedback I'm getting from my ring makes space-time feel unusually… Sticky. Which means that my second favourite form of faster than light travel is effectively unavailable unless I feel like trying to override their generator… Which could actually be outside of the system.

"I look forward to the day when we can do this to your home system."
And I'm picturing the gravitational silhouette of the place looking less like a funnel around the planet... And more like a Klein bottle...

"My home system?"

"Yes. Why, did you think we would grant it clemency?"
Bitch, please. You try anything against Earth, and it'll kick your ass.

I try transitioning a test object, and… It works, but that system is dramatically slower than warping. Flying in normal space would make me deal with relativity and relativity is no fun at all. Honestly, when I imagine trying to get around Universe Prime with FTL probably being impossible I actually shudder.

"Tell you what. If you abandon your attack here, I'll take you there right now. I'll even escort your troops to the surface and do absolutely nothing to them."
Heh. Dump them into the middle of the Anti-Life broadcast, see how they handle it.

"So you are a deviant even amongst your own kind."

A sternguard element of their fleet… Rotates with impressive speed to face me. They don't actually move in my direction, but their heaviest armour and main weapons are now pointing in my general direction while their existing momentum carries them along towards Karrakan.
Because in space, you don't need to be pointing in the direction you're moving. A fact so much space sci-fi forgets in favour of dogfights. :rolleyes:

"Oh, Earth. Did you know that we gained powered flight technology a hundred and ten years ago? Sixty six years later we had rockets capable of taking us to our moon. Giant moon. Whenever I stand on another planet and someone describes the moonrise as 'beautiful' I always end up squinting. 'That tiny thing?'"

Ring, cold gun.
And the Nemesis probably thinks he's exaggerating, or making it up whole-cloth. After all, no rational society could advance technology so quickly without cutting so many corners...

Compliance.

Big cold gun.

Compliance.
No, Bigger.
Compliance.

"We've got hundreds of gods no one even worships because they're so common, humans with bodies made of mud, AIs that run on electromagnetic tape reels… A few weeks ago I had to fly through a pocket universe made of fragments of dreams. I call it 'hard mode' sometimes because I know of exactly no other planets that have the same range of madness that we have to deal with."

"Fascinating. Please, keep talking. This is helping me build a far more accurate psychological profile."
Admittedly, their own cultural bias will probably lead them to get it entirely wrong.

"And about ten years ago, a man with no higher education invented a gun that can reduce anything its beam hits to zero-"

Fire.
Sadly, the cold gun in space doesn't really have the giant beam of doom this scene deserves...

Compliance.

"-degrees Kelvin. Completely arrests molecular vibrations. How good's the thermal insulation on those ships?"
...Not nearly good enough. :sneaky:

Okay, so don't point it at the star, unless it's a star no one's using and Leonard needs an ego boost. We're all in the inner part of the system but the beam won't hit anything for five minutes or so-

Realistic space combat sucks.
Ah, right. Slower-than-light weapon. Much slower, given most depictions. The joy of shooting at things almost a full Astronomical Unit away. Space combats tend to be more like long-range target shooting than firefights......
(Edited for word-of-Zoat concerning Cold Gun beam speeds.)

-unless… I focus on our desire and the desire of all within N.E.M.O. to strike at the Reach… No, let us draw upon the desires of species long since extinguished as well and add that to out force!

"I suppose that we'll find out in five minutes."
Ah, giving space-time, relativity and their negative space wedgie the middle finger through the power of WANT. Classic OL.

"Maybe."

Space wobbles like a rubber sheet, snapping back almost immediately. But the distortion carries with it a beam of max-strength cold ray, partially concealed by the ongoing beam I'm firing in the direction of those ships. No beam attenuation makes this a far better weapon for long-ranged sniping than a laser.
If anything, the beam getting wider would be worse for them, because it'll hit more of their hull at once.

I watch as the Reach fleet manoeuvres, using gravity manipulation to shift a little at right angles to their main angle of thrust. Plenty to make sure that they're not on the same trajectory five minutes from now that they were when I fired. The sternguard do something-

My pulse hits the largest ship in the sternguard.
Too little, too late. To quote Kenshiro: "Omoi wa mou shindeiru."

-similar, manoeuvring but not moving as far due to their lower speed.

Not that it matters.
After all, they're not part of the fleet any more. Heck, they might make a good comet.

The ship I hit tremors, but it keeps moving and manoeuvring. Maybe it-.

The hull cracks, a dozen rents appearing in the frontal armour and atmosphere venting from all of them. Usually there would be emergency force field or -given that this is the reach- reactive armour automatically patching small holes. But it looks like those systems also just got wrecked by absolute zero and can't function. The ship isn't dead-dead, but it's severely-
Ah, not totally effective, then. But the frozen bits are suddenly finding themselves having trouble maintaining their structural integrity, eh?

"That's interesting."

-impaired in its functioning. I think I got about half of its frontal weapons, though the dorsal, ventral and side weapons are completely fine.
And I bet the Reach scientists take one look at the sensor readings and visual footage and scream about it 'being physically impossible!' or 'in complete violation of all known laws of thermodynamics!'

"Glad that you liked it."

"But can you do it again?"
Oh, would you like some more ice for your drinks? Pity it'll have a metallic tang to it.

"No, that's completely impossible."

We do it again, aiming at the next ship in line, predicting based on observed to-target time and manoeuvring pattern.
Nemesis: "I don't appreciate the disingenuous tone, sir."

"Excuse me."

Ring, drop channel and try contacting the Ascendants in charge of those ships.
Right, that's a thing. And they're rather worrying potential combatants. At least they're likely to fight alongside OL.

Compliance. Channel open.

"This is the Illustres of the Orange Lantern Corps. Please respond."
Hopefully they'll be polite about this.

"Illustres! It is good to hear from you."

"Ascendant Thiva. Well done for still being alive. Any idea why the Reach are coming here?"
Well, there's a familiar face. At least that smooths any diplomatic issues quite nicely.

"This is the Reach? Their ships are different from out records."

"This is one of their inner sphere fleets. They use them to defend their core systems. People don't usually see them. Considers yourself honoured."
Or unlucky. Mostly because they're here because of OL. And Grayven.

"It is an honour I would gladly pass. As to why they are here, we are evacuating the remains of Grandmother Rhea to be interred in New Orthys. We were going to finally abandon the system after that."

"Do you have them on board?"
Ooh. Better not let the Reach get their hands on her. Who knows what they'd do with the material remains of a terrestrial Titan.

"Yes."

"Can you make it to the edge of the system? Without being overhauled?"
Definitely a concern, if the Reach fleet is faster than their ships at sublight.

"Perhaps."

"Try it. I don't think we're got the force here to defeat them in conventional fleet combat. Did you send an alert out?"
At least, before the Reach folded the system into a nasty little knot of space-time origami...

"Yes but… The system… Can they get in?"

Given how boom tubes work, probably not using those.

"We'll have to assume that we're it for now. What can the Ascendants you have on board do?"
So, make for an edge, see if you can slice it open, and hope for the best? Not a great plan...

So, another tense situation. Hopefully OL's little 'fuck you' to the laws of thermodynamics has them chewing their fingernail equivalents in worry, slowing down their response. And let's hope that some of the Ascendants have useful powers for this fight. I'm sure we'll find out soon enough. At least they'll have a morale advantage, defending their founder's corpse from alien attackers...

People don't usually see them. Considers yourself honoured.
People don't usually see them. Consider yourself honoured.
 
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It occurs to me that because orange light is associated with greed and disgust, the greed side of it has techniques like assimilation and the feed me trick, but Paul isn't likely to create any orange-unique disgust-driven techniques because he prefers using weapons, munitions, and construct-guns that produce physics effects, over destructive orange light blasts or direct-contact destructive constructs.
Maybe something for another lantern in his Corps to be the first to figure that out? As it'd be a blindspot for Paul.
 
Earth isn't Hard Mode

it the dev own personal test room, everything is in there

the poor lab rat that is humanity just learn to live with it everytime a new update need to be tested
 
It occurs to me that because orange light is associated with greed and disgust, the greed side of it has techniques like assimilation and the feed me trick, but Paul isn't likely to create any orange-unique disgust-driven techniques because he prefers using weapons, munitions, and construct-guns that produce physics effects, over destructive orange light blasts or direct-contact destructive constructs.
Maybe something for another lantern in his Corps to be the first to figure that out? As it'd be a blindspot for Paul.
You're focused on the way Paul originally could not handle traditional currency when you say disgust? Or the extreme urges he accepted while gaining enlightenment? Listen, the Yellow light technically does not include courage and the Orange light technically does not include disgust like you're imagining it. Avarice is flexible enough ("I want this to cease," "I want this to be ruined and useless…") that an Orange Lantern is not "lesser" for lacking disgust-based constructs.
 
wouldn't disgust be more Red base then orange
 
So the Reach are going for the Malthusian weapon Cache. Hope whatever's inside doesn't eat them.
Wrong planet. The Ascended are refugees from a ruined world. This is the ruined world, not the Maltusian warehouse with a black hole acting as guard dog.


"How would you lads like a job this summer?"
I realize Renegade!Paul updates are rare, but does anyone remember if anything came of this? Hawk and Dove have potential.
 
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That should say 'Reach'.
That should say 'our'.
Thank you, corrected.
DON'T GO TOWARDS THE LIGHT!
People don't usually see them. Consider yourself honoured.
Thank you, corrected.
Because in space, you don't need to be pointing in the direction you're moving. A fact so much space sci-fi forgets in favour of dogfights. :rolleyes:
BABYLON 5!
Ah, right. Slower-than-light weapon. Much slower, given most depictions.
No. That's a light speed weapon. The speed of light is just really slow.
 
I focus on our desire and the desire of all within N.E.M.O. to strike at the Reach… No, let us draw upon the desires of species long since extinguished as well and add that to out force!

"But can you do it again?"

"No, that's completely impossible."

We do it again,


my goodness. i haven't been this aroused since that time you teased me with Lobo.

one of the things i love about this fic is the focus on examining and developing all of these exotic power sources and tailoring them to the characters. the development/expansion on the Emotional Spectrum, the Green, and the Hellenistic Pantheon have been my favorite ongoing subplots.
 
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Honestly, when I imagine trying to get around Universe Prime with FTL probably being impossible I actually shudder.

It'd probably take you years to just leave the solar system.

"Tell you what. If you abandon your attack here, I'll take you there right now. I'll even escort your troops to the surface and do absolutely nothing to them

Nice to see you offering them a ride.

"So you are a deviant even amongst your own kind

Yep.

Seeing the Ascendant again is making me wonder what happened to the new Titans.

Are they still in comas, or are they awake, and what happened to their Seeds?

What's Sparta up to?

And what's New Othrys?
 
Well, there's a good chance the Ascended will be drawn into fighting the Reach. (Or they may provide the solution for the Anti-Life issue)

Well, this might interest the Reach in the same way the missing 16 hours did in canon. (I forget if that played the same way in this fic or not). Though they would again have to do the subtle approach given it has so many GLs and is protected. (...hopefully Jaime Reyes survived the Anti-Life. And Sheeda. And everything else)
 
So I think I got linked to a superman fic where he sells off his labor as advised by a foundation, stuff like rescuing planes going down and putting stuff into orbit. Luthor was an advisor can anyone link me to it?
 
Earth is still having an anti life problem and right now their best bet is people taking on the roles of new gods to manage the victims that have become lowlies. Here are a bunch more suitable people you could supplement those efforts with.
 
Fleet Traction (part 7)
1st January 2013
20:46 GMT


"It's… This is the last of our people in this system. The very young and old. They.. cannot really… Help."

Their ships begin moving away from the larger asteroid base, accelerating hard. A moment later their secondary weapon systems activate, tearing the base apart.

At the same time I see tiny mushroom clouds erupt from the surface of Karrakan.

And as ever, everything about the Reach just aggravates us. We distort space once more and fire the cold gun. The time to target is even smaller this time, and the ship on the edge of the sternguard formation actually cracks. The whole frozen and brittle front quarter of the outer armour splits off from the rest, numerous systems struggling to remain functional.

"The planet. Is there anyone still there?"

"We tried to evacuate, but… Sparta's way was the only successful attempt at instilling any sort of unity. They would not hear us."

Darn. Looks like… Kinetic harpoon? Or I suppose it could have been one of Rhea's descendants throwing their weight around; I never found out what sort of power level they topped out at. I mean, the Reach could have shot them from where their ships are now using a graviton accelerator, but...

But you don't need a fleet this big to destroy a planet no one is defending. So… Capture? The Reach are good at mind control. New Gods are resistant to chemical and exotic manipulation… A Scarab? Occupation or destruction?

Okay, the Reach dreadnoughts will… Based on my estimate of their primary armament's effectiveness, be in a position to meaningfully bombard the planet in… Six minutes. Although given the sheer number of guns here they could start firing sooner, it would just be inefficient. The sternguard… Aren't moving towards me. If anything they appear to be accelerating away from me. More slowly than the rest of the fleet, but it's a change in behaviour. I suppose now that they know that I can shoot them there's no longer any reason to poke me.

That flotilla is pulling away from the main fleet, diverting towards the Ascendants' ships.

"I assume that your boom tubes are out."

"Yes. They use hyper-inflated-."

"Gravitons, yes, I know. I thought that New God technology could be enhanced by you putting your spiritual effort into it."

"It.. can, but that is most effective when the Ascendant has some skill, and… Most of the Ship Masters remained near Minosyss. Those of us here, we… We cannot push through."

Their small flotilla of six ships… Three aren't warships. They're heading for the asteroid belt around the system's first gas giant. At current speeds… The Reach ships pursuing them will get in probable weapon range before they arrive. And… Honestly, a standard gas giant won't do much to disrupt Reach sensors.

"What are your guns like?"

"Inadequate."

Of course I've got a spare orange ring, but she's an Ascendant and she's needed to keep the ship functioning. And to keep the mortal Karrakanians calm. And she hasn't studied Lantern combat. Against some fleets I'd just grab some likely looking local and give them a ring anyway, but the Reach are well-used to fighting Lanterns and an untrained Lantern would simply be killed out of hand.

"One moment. Ring, switch channel to Mister Unnamed Assimilation Specialist."

"Compliance."

"So what exactly are you planning to do, here?"

"Spread the Writ of the Reach to all parts of the universe."

Space bends with our need and the back tenth of a battleship in the middle of their formation suddenly experienced extreme thermal shock. Doesn't look like any of the vital systems are destroyed, but the crew in that part of the ship will be looking at severe frostbite.

"I mean, specifically. We're in a three way war here and if Grayven's really giving you that much trouble I'm fine with just letting you arm up on anti-New God weapons. I just want to help their ships evacuate."

"The ships are one of the things I want from this system."

"Alright, but-"

We bend a larger area, getting a better feel for their efforts to stop us. The desires of untold numbers of physicists whisper their dreams to us, and we increasingly make them reality. This time our attack envelops the same battleship, causing cracks to appear all over the hull. Its size makes it unlikely that a attack like this could kill it quickly, but with the majority of its weapons compromised it is more or less 'mission killed'.

"-how badly do you need all of them? Ah, were you on that ship?"

"I see no reason to compromise. As much as you're straining our ships' self-repair systems, the data we're gathering on your weapon is far more valuable. And, no."

"End. Signal… That dreadnought."

The one in the middle of the formation. Reach commanding officers we've encountered to date have been utilitarian in their positioning, neither eager for combat or afraid for their own safety. The most logical place for the senior officer to be therefore is in the largest class of ship in the centre of the formation, where they're best able to direct the response to attacks from any vector without unduly exposing themselves.

"Hello hello?"

An acknowledging 'ping', but that's all. It's not actually possible for most Lanterns to identity theft someone via a com signal, but the Reach don't like taking chances with that. Because…

Hm.

I don't think I can, but I could probably use it to home in on someone through the Honden.

"Don't know how much of that you heard, or how much strategic decision making authority you have. But I'd like to take the Ascendant's ships and go, and you can have the rest. How about it?"

"That is uncharacteristically-."

I roll my eyes.

"Really? A little girl voice? I'm entirely too psychotic for that to work."

"That's useful information too! But your offer is uncharacteristically generous, implying that there is something of value here that we don't know about."

"No-. Well, sort of. I'm trying to be a bit less kill-happy. In order to improve my relationship with my colleagues on my homeworld. They're not involved in the war, though you are welcome to travel to my homeworld to confirm that for yourself."

"Do you really expect us to believe that you'd make a deal with us to make your friends happy?"

"I gotta try, you know? I mean, I don't want to kill that Scarab Warrior who thinks I can't see it because they're phased… No, not phased, something else. Jumped out of your sternguard when I started shooting them? They've made good time. But when I kill it all I'll get is mild satisfaction. Having Alan or Kal-El tell me that they like the way I've altered my approach would make me feel far better. And it's not as if I have any sort of good feelings for Grayven and Company."

"That's a good point! But we're gunna kill you anyway!"

"We're going to make Scarabs an endangered species like this." I cut communications. "Alright, clever bug. Let's see what you've got."
 
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"We're going to make Scarabs an endangered species like this." I cut communications. "Alright, clever bug. Let's see what you've got.
He really should be asking why The Reach keeps sending Scarabs at him one at a time instead of sending a hundred or a thousand to just bury him.

Because there's probably a dangerous reason for that.
 
1st January 2013
20:46 GMT


"It's… This is the last of our people in this system. The very young and old. They.. cannot really… Help."

Their ships begin moving away from the larger asteroid base, accelerating hard. A moment later their secondary weapon systems activate, tearing the base apart.
No turning back, after all. Their world is burnt, their people fled to another. Nothing holds them to this world anymore, now they have their goddess' remains. A total cutting of the last threads, a symbolic shedding of childhood. ...Or I'm just reading too much into it. :oops:

At the same time I see tiny mushroom clouds erupt from the surface of Karrakan.

And as ever, everything about the Reach just aggravates us. We distort space once more and fire the cold gun. The time to target is even smaller this time, and the ship on the edge of the sternguard formation actually cracks. The whole frozen and brittle front quarter of the outer armour splits off from the rest, numerous systems struggling to remain functional.
Crunchy. I wonder if the Reach will think the spatial warping is part of the Cold Gun's effect, or realise it's him doing it...

"The planet. Is there anyone still there?"

"We tried to evacuate, but… Sparta's way was the only successful attempt at instilling any sort of unity. They would not hear us."
They've made their choice, then. I suspect there weren't that many left anyway.

Darn. Looks like… Kinetic harpoon? Or I suppose it could have been one of Rhea's descendants throwing their weight around; I never found out what sort of power level they topped out at. I mean, the Reach could have shot them from where their ships are now using a graviton accelerator, but...

But you don't need a fleet this big to destroy a planet no one is defending. So… Capture? The Reach are good at mind control. New Gods are resistant to chemical and exotic manipulation… A Scarab? Occupation or destruction?
Ooh, there's a nasty thought. A Scarabed-up Ascendant, fully indoctrinated into the Way. Not a pleasant idea, especially if they send them after him.

Okay, the Reach dreadnoughts will… Based on my estimate of their primary armament's effectiveness, be in a position to meaningfully bombard the planet in… Six minutes. Although given the sheer number of guns here they could start firing sooner, it would just be inefficient. The sternguard… Aren't moving towards me. If anything they appear to be accelerating away from me. More slowly than the rest of the fleet, but it's a change in behaviour. I suppose now that they know that I can shoot them there's no longer any reason to poke me.
Yeah, not such a fun idea when the target can shoot back, isn't it? Let's hope the word spreads and others are reluctant to attack him... :rolleyes:

That flotilla is pulling away from the main fleet, diverting towards the Ascendants' ships.

"I assume that your boom tubes are out."
I doubt they'd still be here if they could just jump away.

"Yes. They use hyper-inflated-."

"Gravitons, yes, I know. I thought that New God technology could be enhanced by you putting your spiritual effort into it."
There are limits, OL. Their force of will, their metaphysical oomph... Probably not enough to overcome this obstacle.

"It.. can, but that is most effective when the Ascendant has some skill, and… Most of Ship Masters remained near Minosyss. Those of us here, we… We cannot push through."

Their small flotilla of six ships… Three aren't warships. They're heading for the asteroid belt around the system's first gas giant. At current speeds… The Reach ships pursuing them will get in probable weapon range before they arrive. And… Honestly, a standard gas giant won't do much to disrupt Reach sensors.
So unless someone aboard can literally throw rocks at the Reach, they're hosed.

"What are your guns like?"

"Inadequate."
Of course.

Of course I've got a spare orange ring, but she's an Ascendant and she's needed to keep the ship functioning. And to keep the mortal Karrakanians calm. And she hasn't studied Lantern combat. Against some fleets I'd just grab some likely looking local and give them a ring anyway, but the Reach are well-used to fighting Lanterns and an untrained Lantern would simply be killed out of hand.

"One moment. Ring, switch channel to Mister Unnamed Assimilation Specialist."
So the recruitment option is out. Deception? Diplomacy? Intimidation?

"Compliance."

"So what exactly are you planning to do, here?"
I mean, besides being arrogant conquering assholes?

"Spread the Writ of the Reach to all parts of the universe."

Space bends with our need and the back tenth of a battleship in the middle of their formation suddenly experienced extreme thermal shock. Doesn't look like any of the vital systems are destroyed, but the crew in that part of the ship will be looking at severe frostbite.
Surprisingly weak effect. Though Cold Guns aren't really that much of an area weapon, are they? Short of arraying an entire battery and trying multiple warps at once, he's not going to do a lot of damage to the bigger ships.

"I mean, specifically. We're in a three way war here and if Grayven's really giving you that much trouble I'm fine with just letting you arm up on anti-New God weapons. I just want to help their ships evacuate."

"The ships are one of the things I want from this system."
Well, then. There's one theory confirmed, more or less. They want the Ascendants, and/or their divine-empowerment systems.

"Alright, but-"

We bend a larger area, getting a better feel for their efforts to stop us. The desires of untold numbers of physicists whisper their dreams to us, and we increasingly make them reality. This time our attack envelops the same battleship, causing cracks to appear all over the hull. Its size makes it unlikely that a attack like this could kill it quickly, but with the majority of its weapons compromised it is more or less 'mission killed'.
Unless they want to try and ram something. Even as brittle as it is now, that much mass will hurt if it hits something.

"-how badly do you need all of them? Ah, were you on that ship?"

"I see no reason to compromise. As much as you're straining our ships' self-repair systems, the data we're gathering on your weapon is far more valuable. And, no."
No doubt they hope to develop a countermeasure before long. Probably not in time to be useful right now, but in a few weeks, the next Lantern to try a Cold Gun might get a nasty surprise?

"End. Single… That dreadnought."

The one in the middle of the formation. Reach commanding officers we've encountered to date have been utilitarian in their positioning, neither eager for combat or afraid for their own safety. The most logical place for the senior officer to be therefore is in the largest class of ship in the centre of the formation, where they're best able to direct the response to attacks from any vector without unduly exposing themselves.
Logical enough. But no doubt the Nemesis is also aboard, in the safest place aboard the ship.

"Hello hello?"

An acknowledging 'ping', but that's all. It's not actually possible for most Lanterns to identity theft someone via a com signal, but the Reach don't like taking chances with that. Because…
Heh. Brings a new meaning to 'reaching out and touching someone', eh?

Hm.

I don't think I can, but I could probably use it to home in on someone through the Honden.
Oh, I'm sure you Nemesis thinks they're protected against tricks like that. Perhaps that can be a nasty little surprise for them someday.

"Don't know how much of that you heard, or how much strategic decision making authority you have. But I'd like to take the Ascendant's ships and go, and you can have the rest. How about it?"

"That is uncharacteristically-."
Like I said, there's probably not that many left on-planet, and they'll likely not take well to any attempt to conquer them. But good luck to you, Reach assholes.

I roll my eyes.

"Really? A little girl voice? I'm entirely too psychotic for that to work."
Also, what little girl would use a word like 'uncharacteristically'? :confused: ...Besides someone like Hermoine Granger?

"That's useful information too! But your offer is uncharacteristically generous, implying that there is something of value here that we don't know about."

"No-. Well, sort of. I'm trying to be a bit less kill-happy. In order to improve my relationship with my colleagues on my homeworld. They're not involved in the war, though you are welcome to travel to my homeworld to confirm that for yourself."
Of course, the fact that OL will happily kill them if he sees them in Earth space doesn't need to be mentioned...

"Do you really expect us to believe that you'd make a deal with us to make your friends happy?"

"I gotta try, you know? I mean, I don't want to kill that Scarab Warrior who thinks I can't see it because they're phased… No, not phased, something else. Jumped out of your sternguard when I started shooting them? They've made good time. But when I kill it all I'll get is mild satisfaction. Having Alan or Kal-El tell me that they like the way I've altered my approach would make me feel far better. And it's not as if I have any sort good feelings for Grayven and Company."
Oh, look, another bug to bait into self-destructing...

"That's a good point! But we're gunna kill you anyway!"

"We're going to make Scarabs an endangered species like this." I cut communications. "Alright, clever bug. Let's see what you've got."
My guess: Not nearly enough. Of anything.

I do like that OL and his Nemesis are being so civil to one another in their conversations. Just because you're at war and likely to try and kill one another is no excuse to let standards of polite behaviour slip, you know. :D A pity you can't subvert said Nemesis, but I'm sure they're quite happy as they are. Now, to see how long this Scarab lasts. Can OL set a new speed record, I wonder? :p
 
I get the not really being worried and knowing he can take them, but seriously, what's with the constant gifting of information, Illustres? Did they need to know Alan or Kal-El's names?

And I'm a bit curious, can the Reach's ships block his orange sight? Because if they can't, could he not use it to try and identify the Unnamed Assimilation Specialist? Not by name, obviously, but by emotional make up or something like that. Do a bit of the scry and die that unfortunately on Earth is no longer possible.
 
I get the not really being worried and knowing he can take them, but seriously, what's with the constant gifting of information, Illustres? Did they need to know Alan or Kal-El's names?

He's goading them. At this point he low-key wants them to go to Earth with angry intent.

Either they all get Anti-Lifed and that solves that, or they run head-on into Home Of The Life Entity Bullcrap and die screaming.

Either way, NEMO wins.
 

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