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With This Ring (Young Justice SI) (Thread Twelve)
- Thread starter Mr Zoat
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>.> i was afraid my knowledge was dated
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Fixed. Also, you are a horrible, horrible person.
They would be Martians who have this fascination with fire, and could even set themselves on fire. And it's not like the old Burning Martian called themselves Burning Martians, since calling the planet Ma'ars (or whatever) only happened since the Guardians interfered. Burning Martians is fine.
NeoDarklight
Lord of Mind
You know, there's a country in South America (though I forgot which one) that has an unofficial caste system based on the color of one's skin, with individuals with pale skin tones being at the top of the hierarchy and dark-skinned individuals being at the bottom. It's absolutely disgusting, yes, I know, but I could see some of the Green Martians and many Red Martians who learn of this to use it as some sort of justification. ...Which is now making me think of accidentally Nazi Martians.
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They need a bit more genocide for that reference.
Stsword's line about "What do you mean thanks but no thanks?" made me think of Renegade!Megan offering to help out with their social reform, only for the civil rights group to have mixed feelings about Megan because they want to achieve equality through the efforts of Whites and Greens, and NOT because a Red* swooped in to save the day. It'd be like how many versions of Lex Luthor resent Superman because he thinks the Kryptonian makes it look as if regular humans can't do anything themselves and need a god-like babysitter to take care of them.
*What'd be a good slur for a White martian who was transformed into a Red? As in, "it doesn't matter how Red you are on the outside, you'll always be White on the inside". The only food that's red on the outside and white on the inside is an apple (or a red velvet cupcake), but calling Megan an "apple" doesn't sound racist enough.
Quote from an actual comic:
Timetravel!Beast:
"The m-word? Is saying 'mutant' considered vulgar?"Timetravel!Icemen: "Any word can sound offensive if you say it right. (condescending) Pepperoni. (normal voice) See?"
Timetravel!Angel: "Bobby's making sense, the world truly has gone mad!"
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Simmr001
Aquaman 2018 Fan Club President. I prefer Bob.
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Mestizaje? in which case mexico or brazil?
Stsword's line about "What do you mean thanks but no thanks?" made me think of Renegade!Megan offering to help out with their social reform, only for the civil rights group to have mixed feelings about Megan because they want to achieve equality through the efforts of Whites and Greens, and NOT because a Red* swooped in to save the day. It'd be like how many versions of Lex Luthor resent Superman because he thinks the Kryptonian makes it look as if regular humans can't do anything themselves and need a god-like babysitter to take care of them.
*What'd be a good slur for a White martian who was transformed into a Red? As in, "it doesn't matter how Red you are on the outside, you'll always be White on the inside". The only food that's red on the outside and white on the inside is an apple (or a red velvet cupcake), but calling Megan an "apple" doesn't sound racist enough.
Quote from an actual comic:
Timetravel!Beast:
Timetravel!Icemen: "Any word can sound it offensive if you say it right. (condescending) Pepperoni. (normal voice) See?"
Timetravel!Angel: "Bobby's making sense, the world truly has gone mad!"
...you do realise 'fruit' is a slur right?
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Yes, but "apple" isn't.
At least I don't think it is...
Quick, someone check Urban Dictionary!
Simmr001
Aquaman 2018 Fan Club President. I prefer Bob.
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Yes, but "apple" isn't.
At least I don't think it is...
...i blame you for this
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Red on the outside, white on the inside. A pejorative term used by Native Americans towards other Native Americans accused of "acting white," Similar to the use of Oreo by African Americans.
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edmantgoog
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i only find this funny cus i had an argument with sombody who called me an oreo
Did they then attempt to rip you in half, eat your insides, then dunk your remains in coffee?
Simmr001
Aquaman 2018 Fan Club President. I prefer Bob.
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...that sounds metal as hell.
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- Windy City
Never said they should all be threadmarked. I was just trying to understand.
Whiteeyes
Crazy Pacifist Genius v3.9
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"...you know, some apples are green or yellow-"
"Not helping Graven."
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Calling them sociopathic is anthropomorphizing the Burning Martians.
Burning martians reproduce by mass murder through torture.
If a burning martian wants to reproduce, and most beings have an urge to reproduce, because beings that aren't interested in reproducing tend to die out, they don't seek out partners but victims.
So in the Burning Martian lifecycle, other people are victims waiting to happen, that's not insanity, that's just a fact.
Since that was a fact, that means that Burning Martians were also aware that their fellow Burning Martians also saw them as victims waiting to happen as soon as they felt their biological clocks kicking.
Humans and the martians engineered by the Guardians are social creatures. If they want to reproduce, they seek out partners. In fact if they want to do pretty much anything, they seek out partners, because, again, social animals.
Calling a lone predator insane for not acting like a social animal is like calling a shark crazy for not acting like a dolphin, both act in accordance with their own nature.
Now Renegade Burning Megan grew up and exists in a society in which not every one she meets sees her as a victim waiting to happen and she knows it.
That doesn't mean that if she and Kon decide to have kids that they wont have to discuss adoption or Megan finding some people to BBQ, because if Zoat said that Megan still reproduces sexually I never saw it.
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M'gann isn't genetically modified from a modern Martian. Her reproductive capacity and methodology are exceedingly unlikely to have been altered, although she may have difficulty finding Martian mates that will accept her.
EDIT: A question that's been bugging me... I've not watched Young Justice. How is the ' in Martian phonology pronounced? My mental voice has been treating it as a glottal stop like in Hawaiian, but "T'ronn" has thrown me off because a glottal stop after a T and before an r isn't particularly sonorous.
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I thought that Paul used crumbled rounds on a phased Bozo, when he first showed up? Am I remembering that wrong, or is phasing done through technological means different than when it's achieved by biology?
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It does help (it means I MIGHT be right) although the typed-out description is ambiguous. Does the airflow stop in the back of the throat like when you say "bottle" or "kitten"?
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Different phasing techniques are apparently affected differently, given Hawkwoman's comment on the matter. And even with Bozo the effects were very uneven:
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Pink, as that's pretty much what happens in the Renegade timeline.
No, I just forgot.
Demeanour (supplementary, Renegade option)
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21st April
08:23 GMT -5
"…sound like a race of total psychotics, Mister Grayven." Congressman-. Um, Representative Visclosky leans forward slightly, looking a little alarmed. "I hope you're not just better at hiding it."
There's a smile there, but it's brittle, as is the laughter which follows it. He asked me -on behalf of the United States House Appropriations Subcommittee on Defense- to introduce myself and explain why I was worth listening to on the subject of defence procurement. Then followed a short description of Apokolips.
Understandably, they were somewhat perturbed by that.
For a moment I hide my smile behind a glass of water. "Not at all, Mister Chairman. Many Apokoliptians are far better at hiding their nature than I am."
He holds my gaze for a moment as I affect an expression of honest helpfulness. Then he gives me a polite near-laugh and returns his attention to his notes.
"If I may, Mister Chairman?" Representative Visclosky looks up as Representative McKeon raises his right forefinger, and gives him a nod.
I'm not expecting anyone here to give me a hard time. Visclosky's a Democrat and an ally of the President. McKeon's Republican and the ranking minority member. He also was one of several people here who sent me a thank you note after I killed Klarion. One he wrote himself by hand. Good penmanship, I thought.
"Mister Grayven, should we.. Earthlings, be worried about Apokolips?"
"Hmm. Not to the extent that it disrupts your daily lives. To the best of my knowledge, Darkseid has next to no interest in this world. But… Strategic planners such as yourselves need to be aware that it's there, and tend to your armaments appropriately. If you ever get around to expanding off your homeworld you will run into them eventually. Oh, and, um… No one actually calls you 'Earthlings'… I don't know how that whole thing got started, but it was nothing to do with us." Another polite laugh around the room. "Apokolips is the number one military power in this galaxy. It doesn't hold that much territory compared with some, but that's because Darkseid doesn't want to hold territory. It has massive production facilities, a sizeable fleet and almost total social unity."
"Unity enforced by physical abuse and mind control."
"Yes." The faintest twinges of fear around the room. "There's a reason why I-" I place both hands on my chest. "-live here instead of there."
Representative McKeon's smile looks a little more genuine at that. "Welcome to the land of the free."
"Thank you. Good to be here."
"While we're on the subject…" Representative Calvert gives it a moment to see if anyone wants to stop him. "What exactly is your immigration status?"
Representative McKeon winces. "Ken."
"Hey, I signed off on the Bill naturalising Superman. If Mister Grayven hasn't made arrangements yet, we should get the ball rolling."
Ekh. "I'm afraid that -though I thank you for your generous offer- I can't accept. I am essentially Apokolips' ambassador to Earth, so taking citizenship from an Earth polity isn't.. really… Something I can do."
"Oh, ah, no offence intended." Representative Calvert looks down the bench, but it looks like the others are happy to allow him to continue talking. "I don't believe that the US has officially recognised your status yet-."
"And you shouldn't. My Apokoliptian title isn't ambassador, it's suzerain. Darkseid may well take offence if someone of my rank is asked to present themselves to… Another official, for recognition."
"Must make diplomacy a bit tricky for your people. What exactly do they mean by 'suzerain'?"
Ah… Telling a group of American congressional representatives that I own not merely their country but their planet probably isn't such a great idea. "Please understand, the rulers of Apokolips regard themselves as gods and are powerful enough to back that up. As far as Darkseid is concerned, Earth is.. my territory. So long as I'm around, no other Apokoliptian will attack the planet… Though they might come after me personally."
He blinks. "They think you own the Earth?"
"Technically. It really won't make any difference to anything until your species develops the capacity for interstellar travel. And… The downside of making an effort to repudiate it is that Darkseid might take offence, and…"
Representative Visclosky nods. "We might have the greatest military power in the galaxy knocking on our door."
I shake my head. "I'm sorry about that. I really never intended to regain my memories of Apokolips. But, the problem with erasing your memories.. is that you forget that you're not supposed to remember."
He nods again. "I think that covers the introduction. Though I can see State wanting to talk to you before too long." I nod. "Now, on to the actual subject of our hearing. Mister Grayven, you've had a chance to review the documentation on the F Thirty Five." I nod again. "We've already heard from a lot of witnesses about how it compares to our existing aircraft, and the aircraft of our allies and rivals. What we're interested in hearing today is how an alien sees it."
I take a deep breath.
"It's crap."
A blink. "Pardon me?"
"I've spent a lot of time thinking about it. Leaving aside the cost overruns -that's an organisational thing, it doesn't affect the effectiveness of the weapon- and generously assuming that all of the technical issues can be ironed out, you end up with an aerofighter."
"Not a fan of airplanes?"
"Advanced militaries don't use them. There's just no point. Too easy for ground based weapons to destroy without the advantages that come with being in orbit. Some places make.. cheap aerial drone weapons for anti-insurgent duties. I use infantry support drones… But the F Thirty Five is a machine which can barely go supersonic, can't operate outside of an atmosphere, has a distinctly finite supply of fuel, has no force fields and doesn't carry any light speed weapons. I don't see the benefit of having it."
"I'm sorry we don't live up to Apokolips' standards, but Earth technology isn't quite advanced enough to make space-fighters."
"Really?"
"I'm afraid not."
"I ask because I picked this-" I take a cold gun out of subspace. "-up in Central City yesterday." I hold it up. "It's called a 'Cold Gun'. It works by arresting molecular vibration in the target area. The beam moves at light speed and at maximum intensity stops molecular vibration completely. By my estimation a strike anywhere on an airborne F Thirty Five would kill it. It was designed by a Human with no higher education.. while he was in prison." I return it to subspace before taking out a purple death ray. "The forerunner of this gun was built in the nineteen forties. It nullifies life. A normal Human can only take the beam for a second or two before their body completely ceases functioning. Again, a light speed weapon." I make eye contact with each committee member in turn. "Ladies and Gentlemen, I use these guns. They are superior to their nearest Apokoliptian equivalents. Why aren't you using them?"
"As for the rest?" I put the death ray back into subspace. "The superhero Red Tornado was built in the nineteen thirties and hasn't been recharged once since. In the forties the first Starman built a device that could generate decent force fields, and it was the size of a signal baton. That contained its own power source as well. All Earth technology."
Jack Knight hanging up on me nearly made me regret my break with the League.
"And while it's true that the jet engine comes from the same era, there's really no comparison in terms of effectiveness. Why do you insist on using these substandard technologies when you have better ones available?"
08:23 GMT -5
"…sound like a race of total psychotics, Mister Grayven." Congressman-. Um, Representative Visclosky leans forward slightly, looking a little alarmed. "I hope you're not just better at hiding it."
There's a smile there, but it's brittle, as is the laughter which follows it. He asked me -on behalf of the United States House Appropriations Subcommittee on Defense- to introduce myself and explain why I was worth listening to on the subject of defence procurement. Then followed a short description of Apokolips.
Understandably, they were somewhat perturbed by that.
For a moment I hide my smile behind a glass of water. "Not at all, Mister Chairman. Many Apokoliptians are far better at hiding their nature than I am."
He holds my gaze for a moment as I affect an expression of honest helpfulness. Then he gives me a polite near-laugh and returns his attention to his notes.
"If I may, Mister Chairman?" Representative Visclosky looks up as Representative McKeon raises his right forefinger, and gives him a nod.
I'm not expecting anyone here to give me a hard time. Visclosky's a Democrat and an ally of the President. McKeon's Republican and the ranking minority member. He also was one of several people here who sent me a thank you note after I killed Klarion. One he wrote himself by hand. Good penmanship, I thought.
"Mister Grayven, should we.. Earthlings, be worried about Apokolips?"
"Hmm. Not to the extent that it disrupts your daily lives. To the best of my knowledge, Darkseid has next to no interest in this world. But… Strategic planners such as yourselves need to be aware that it's there, and tend to your armaments appropriately. If you ever get around to expanding off your homeworld you will run into them eventually. Oh, and, um… No one actually calls you 'Earthlings'… I don't know how that whole thing got started, but it was nothing to do with us." Another polite laugh around the room. "Apokolips is the number one military power in this galaxy. It doesn't hold that much territory compared with some, but that's because Darkseid doesn't want to hold territory. It has massive production facilities, a sizeable fleet and almost total social unity."
"Unity enforced by physical abuse and mind control."
"Yes." The faintest twinges of fear around the room. "There's a reason why I-" I place both hands on my chest. "-live here instead of there."
Representative McKeon's smile looks a little more genuine at that. "Welcome to the land of the free."
"Thank you. Good to be here."
"While we're on the subject…" Representative Calvert gives it a moment to see if anyone wants to stop him. "What exactly is your immigration status?"
Representative McKeon winces. "Ken."
"Hey, I signed off on the Bill naturalising Superman. If Mister Grayven hasn't made arrangements yet, we should get the ball rolling."
Ekh. "I'm afraid that -though I thank you for your generous offer- I can't accept. I am essentially Apokolips' ambassador to Earth, so taking citizenship from an Earth polity isn't.. really… Something I can do."
"Oh, ah, no offence intended." Representative Calvert looks down the bench, but it looks like the others are happy to allow him to continue talking. "I don't believe that the US has officially recognised your status yet-."
"And you shouldn't. My Apokoliptian title isn't ambassador, it's suzerain. Darkseid may well take offence if someone of my rank is asked to present themselves to… Another official, for recognition."
"Must make diplomacy a bit tricky for your people. What exactly do they mean by 'suzerain'?"
Ah… Telling a group of American congressional representatives that I own not merely their country but their planet probably isn't such a great idea. "Please understand, the rulers of Apokolips regard themselves as gods and are powerful enough to back that up. As far as Darkseid is concerned, Earth is.. my territory. So long as I'm around, no other Apokoliptian will attack the planet… Though they might come after me personally."
He blinks. "They think you own the Earth?"
"Technically. It really won't make any difference to anything until your species develops the capacity for interstellar travel. And… The downside of making an effort to repudiate it is that Darkseid might take offence, and…"
Representative Visclosky nods. "We might have the greatest military power in the galaxy knocking on our door."
I shake my head. "I'm sorry about that. I really never intended to regain my memories of Apokolips. But, the problem with erasing your memories.. is that you forget that you're not supposed to remember."
He nods again. "I think that covers the introduction. Though I can see State wanting to talk to you before too long." I nod. "Now, on to the actual subject of our hearing. Mister Grayven, you've had a chance to review the documentation on the F Thirty Five." I nod again. "We've already heard from a lot of witnesses about how it compares to our existing aircraft, and the aircraft of our allies and rivals. What we're interested in hearing today is how an alien sees it."
I take a deep breath.
"It's crap."
A blink. "Pardon me?"
"I've spent a lot of time thinking about it. Leaving aside the cost overruns -that's an organisational thing, it doesn't affect the effectiveness of the weapon- and generously assuming that all of the technical issues can be ironed out, you end up with an aerofighter."
"Not a fan of airplanes?"
"Advanced militaries don't use them. There's just no point. Too easy for ground based weapons to destroy without the advantages that come with being in orbit. Some places make.. cheap aerial drone weapons for anti-insurgent duties. I use infantry support drones… But the F Thirty Five is a machine which can barely go supersonic, can't operate outside of an atmosphere, has a distinctly finite supply of fuel, has no force fields and doesn't carry any light speed weapons. I don't see the benefit of having it."
"I'm sorry we don't live up to Apokolips' standards, but Earth technology isn't quite advanced enough to make space-fighters."
"Really?"
"I'm afraid not."
"I ask because I picked this-" I take a cold gun out of subspace. "-up in Central City yesterday." I hold it up. "It's called a 'Cold Gun'. It works by arresting molecular vibration in the target area. The beam moves at light speed and at maximum intensity stops molecular vibration completely. By my estimation a strike anywhere on an airborne F Thirty Five would kill it. It was designed by a Human with no higher education.. while he was in prison." I return it to subspace before taking out a purple death ray. "The forerunner of this gun was built in the nineteen forties. It nullifies life. A normal Human can only take the beam for a second or two before their body completely ceases functioning. Again, a light speed weapon." I make eye contact with each committee member in turn. "Ladies and Gentlemen, I use these guns. They are superior to their nearest Apokoliptian equivalents. Why aren't you using them?"
"As for the rest?" I put the death ray back into subspace. "The superhero Red Tornado was built in the nineteen thirties and hasn't been recharged once since. In the forties the first Starman built a device that could generate decent force fields, and it was the size of a signal baton. That contained its own power source as well. All Earth technology."
Jack Knight hanging up on me nearly made me regret my break with the League.
"And while it's true that the jet engine comes from the same era, there's really no comparison in terms of effectiveness. Why do you insist on using these substandard technologies when you have better ones available?"
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Thank you, corrected.
Grayven? Righteous?
There was a complaint during Aberration that Grayven did something that was supposed to the the SI's specialty (diplomacy) better than the SI did. Here's an example of him doing it less well.
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Not strictly a correction but I'm not personally familiar with "State" being used in this context. Do you mean "the Secretary of State"? "the State department" / "Department of State"? Or is this actually an attested usage and I just don't know about it?
I dunno. Paul was certainly more charismatic about it, but Grayven may have had a bigger impact.
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