- Location
- Hampden Park
Edward Clariss is believed -with some justification- to be dead.
With This Ring (Young Justice SI) (Thread Twelve)
- Thread starter Mr Zoat
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- texas
But then again Clariss is one of those people who seems to believe that being dead is a lazy person's excuse for inactivity.
In the comics, his version of the speed formula wasn't permanent, so I imagine he was accepting soviet money to perfect his formula, in return to making superfast supersoldiers for Russia.
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Massgamer
Advance toward the Future
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- The Future
Course believed to be dead and actually dead are two different things in most fictional universes.
- Location
- Argentina
Zoat is DC, no one stays dead unless they aren't a superhero or supervillain.
- Location
- texas
This is DC, dead and gone is not the same as just dead.
The only reason the Gay Ghost isn't out and about is because he's rather upset with the linguistic shift that results in people making some incorrect assumptions about him.
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- Argentina
-As the old saying goes, "Nobody stays dead except Bucky, Uncle Ben, and Jason Todd." Of course, since that saying was coined, all three characters found themselves resurrected (though for Uncle Ben it wasn't permanent). -
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From TV Tropes
- Location
- California
- Pronouns
- He/Him
I myself am looking forward to the long awaited leather jacket wearing, chain smoking, antihero Uncle Ben comic.
- Location
- Argentina
There is a version of Spiderman who is actually Uncle Ben.
Hey Zoat, what if you had made a fic were Paul got booted into Marvel instead? What he would get instead of a power ring? Mad science?
Hey Zoat, what if you had made a fic were Paul got booted into Marvel instead? What he would get instead of a power ring? Mad science?
- Location
- Hampden Park
Pretty sure there was an Earth's Mightiest Heroes omake or two somewhere or other. I actually don't like mad science as a power set, since science is a process and there's no reason why something built once couldn't be built again. And... Power rings are kind of my thing now.
- Location
- Australia
Makes perfect sense.
- Location
- Australia
- Location
- UK
With what was said before with Russia/The USSR not wanting to give their people a power they can't turn off or take away, I think they would be very interested in a temporary speed formula.
- Location
- United Kingdom
I've heard they're... awesome.
- Location
- San Francisco Bay Area, California, USA
Mandarin's Rings? Joining the Nova Corps?
I dunno. The reality gem comes in orange if that's your thing.
Zigzag (part 7)
- Location
- Hampden Park
4th May
21:27 GMT +11
The greatcoat-wearing sentries raise their rifles as we step out of the Boom Tube, before a spotlight illuminates Sergeant Pushkin. That causes the rifles to go back down and right arms to snap upwards in a salute.
"No, my friends!" Sergeant Pushkin steps towards them, both arms making a lowering motion. "I am a sergeant, not an officer! You don't need to salute whenever I break wind!"
This is a bit more like the Russia I was expecting. There's still snow on the ground and the temperature is below zero. Khabarovsk was positively balmy! Wallace clearly doesn't appreciate it, visibly wincing in the chill wind. His costume has heating elements but the top of his head and the lower part of his face are bare. Neither Richard, Canis nor Brut seem particularly bothered by the drop in temperature.
"Ah… Yes, sergeant." A corporal takes a few steps forwards. "I am sorry, but this is a restricted area. I will need to see your authorisation, and…" He leans a little to his right, getting a clear look at the rest of us. "Your friends..?"
"Well done, corporal!" Sergeant Pushkin walks towards him, reaching into one of his storage pouches. "Too many people would say, 'he is a famous hero, I will just wave him through'."
"Ah…"
"I respect a man who does his job diligently. You are a contract soldier?" The corporal shakes his head as he reaches out to take Sergeant Pushkin's written orders. "Why not?"
He looks over the first page, then flips through to the second. "I was conscripted out of school. Then the army sent me to Siberia. I always thought that a man needed to commit a crime to get sent out here."
"Bah! You have it easy! I am posted on the North Pacific coast!" He holds up his right gauntlet. "I am lucky they didn't need to make this with only two fingers!"
The corporal nods with a chuckle, then hands back the orders. "This seems to be in order. But I will need to check with my commanding officer."
"Of course, corporal. Lead on."
The corporal waves at the other guards and they grudgingly resume their patrol while he leads us in the direction of the guard station at the side of the road leading into the Khonuu facility. It isn't some sort of hut designed to keep the wind off; it's a genuine concrete bunker. What little glass there is in the slit windows is extremely tough and reinforced with wire.
Wallace leans towards Richard. "Anyone else feel like we're in some kind of spy thriller?"
Richard thinks for a moment, then shakes his head. "Don't think you're a spy if they've got orders to let you look at their documents."
Canis peers out through the dark. "What is this place?"
"This was where a lot of the Soviet Union's metahuman research was done. These days-" As I learned through long and painful analysis of their receipts. "-it's more of a storage facility."
"I know what it is. I want to know why it is. Why does it still exist? And why did those warriors it produced not overturn your world?"
"Why is because it's in an unpleasant location. I doubt they keep anything really top secret in the archive back in Khabarovsk. Piles of receipts, sure. Actual blood samples of someone with super speed that someone might be able to use to reconstruct the Formula from, no. They needed somewhere to put that and they already had this place up and running. Easier to just run it down than build somewhere new."
"And it works for p-p-punishment duty." Wallace shivers. "Shoulda brought a scarf." I attach a filament to him and grant him an environmental shield. "And my gratitude is only slightly tempered by the fact that you could have done that two minutes ago."
"Punishment duty?"
Wallace nods. "Yeah, you know: some guys screw up but not badly enough to get them kicked out completely… You stick 'em somewhere where you need someone but where it's not worth putting your good troops. What, you don't do that on Apokolips?"
"No. Anyone who had failed that badly would be killed or tortured. Or possibly both. It would depend on who their overseer was." He thinks for a moment. "Of course, the truly devout would torture and kill themselves without the need for further intervention. Alas, few have that level of devotion."
Wallace slowly nods, then takes a step away from Canis. "Riiiiight."
"But what of their lack of success?"
Richard frowns. "Maybe they were worried about Jay handing out the Formula to the US military?"
Wallace tilts his head to the left for a moment. "Super speed mutually assured destruction. Glad that never happened."
"What do you mean, mutually assured destruction? Surely the side with most people capable of super speed would emerge victorious?"
Wallace shakes his head. "Super speed doesn't let you do everything. If someone got nuclear weapons in the air on planes or missiles there wouldn't be much that anyone could do to stop it. Plus… We had to rebuild three city blocks when the Flash and Reverse Flash fought each other. Even if nukes didn't get launched I don't know how much world there would be left afterwards."
"And?"
"What do y'mean, 'and'?"
"The two nations hated each other, were rivals of each other for supremacy over your world with near equal power. On Apokolips…" He shakes his head. "Were they gods rather than nations, there could be no peace between them. Such a weapon as these Trinities represent would be used. And your Jay Garrick would certainly not be given the opportunity to keep his discovery to himself."
Wallace holds up his hands at his sides, palms upwards. "Did you not hear how that would have destroyed the world?"
"Planets are hardy things. With reasonable preparation, some of the population of one side would be able to survive and rebuild later."
"They'd be rebuilding from nothing. Billions of people would die, including almost everyone from their own side."
Canis frowns uncomprehendingly. "But they would have won?"
Wallace waves dismissively at Canis, earning a low growl from Brut. "Apokolips is messed up."
"Okay!" Sergeant Pushkin waves goodbye to the corporal as he heads back towards us. "My orders have been checked and verified. We may enter. Again, there will be places we cannot go, but they will be polite when they let you know."
"Are they here?" Wallace sounds excited by the prospect. "Blue Trinity?"
"Ahh… He did not know."
Richard frowns. "How could he not know?"
"Operational security in places like this is very tight. If they are here, only the scientists directly working on them would know of it."
"Just them?"
"And the Director of Future Weapon Development."
Wallace shrugs. "Could we just ask him?"
Sergeant Pushkin turns to walk into the facility. "He is a very busy man. Besides, you will see for yourselves in a few minutes."
"Oh El, can you just scan the place?"
Oh dear. "Doesn't look like it. Sergeant, when was this place warded?"
"When it was built. They had gypsy witches brought here to protect it from enemy magic. American parapsychics did not spend all of their time staring at Goats."
Oh thank goodness.
"There are also.. other measures… Automated defences. Things to stop the volunteers leaving without authorisation."
Wallace looks uncomfortable. "Automated defenses?"
"Do not worry. They will all be deactivated for our visit."
21:27 GMT +11
The greatcoat-wearing sentries raise their rifles as we step out of the Boom Tube, before a spotlight illuminates Sergeant Pushkin. That causes the rifles to go back down and right arms to snap upwards in a salute.
"No, my friends!" Sergeant Pushkin steps towards them, both arms making a lowering motion. "I am a sergeant, not an officer! You don't need to salute whenever I break wind!"
This is a bit more like the Russia I was expecting. There's still snow on the ground and the temperature is below zero. Khabarovsk was positively balmy! Wallace clearly doesn't appreciate it, visibly wincing in the chill wind. His costume has heating elements but the top of his head and the lower part of his face are bare. Neither Richard, Canis nor Brut seem particularly bothered by the drop in temperature.
"Ah… Yes, sergeant." A corporal takes a few steps forwards. "I am sorry, but this is a restricted area. I will need to see your authorisation, and…" He leans a little to his right, getting a clear look at the rest of us. "Your friends..?"
"Well done, corporal!" Sergeant Pushkin walks towards him, reaching into one of his storage pouches. "Too many people would say, 'he is a famous hero, I will just wave him through'."
"Ah…"
"I respect a man who does his job diligently. You are a contract soldier?" The corporal shakes his head as he reaches out to take Sergeant Pushkin's written orders. "Why not?"
He looks over the first page, then flips through to the second. "I was conscripted out of school. Then the army sent me to Siberia. I always thought that a man needed to commit a crime to get sent out here."
"Bah! You have it easy! I am posted on the North Pacific coast!" He holds up his right gauntlet. "I am lucky they didn't need to make this with only two fingers!"
The corporal nods with a chuckle, then hands back the orders. "This seems to be in order. But I will need to check with my commanding officer."
"Of course, corporal. Lead on."
The corporal waves at the other guards and they grudgingly resume their patrol while he leads us in the direction of the guard station at the side of the road leading into the Khonuu facility. It isn't some sort of hut designed to keep the wind off; it's a genuine concrete bunker. What little glass there is in the slit windows is extremely tough and reinforced with wire.
Wallace leans towards Richard. "Anyone else feel like we're in some kind of spy thriller?"
Richard thinks for a moment, then shakes his head. "Don't think you're a spy if they've got orders to let you look at their documents."
Canis peers out through the dark. "What is this place?"
"This was where a lot of the Soviet Union's metahuman research was done. These days-" As I learned through long and painful analysis of their receipts. "-it's more of a storage facility."
"I know what it is. I want to know why it is. Why does it still exist? And why did those warriors it produced not overturn your world?"
"Why is because it's in an unpleasant location. I doubt they keep anything really top secret in the archive back in Khabarovsk. Piles of receipts, sure. Actual blood samples of someone with super speed that someone might be able to use to reconstruct the Formula from, no. They needed somewhere to put that and they already had this place up and running. Easier to just run it down than build somewhere new."
"And it works for p-p-punishment duty." Wallace shivers. "Shoulda brought a scarf." I attach a filament to him and grant him an environmental shield. "And my gratitude is only slightly tempered by the fact that you could have done that two minutes ago."
"Punishment duty?"
Wallace nods. "Yeah, you know: some guys screw up but not badly enough to get them kicked out completely… You stick 'em somewhere where you need someone but where it's not worth putting your good troops. What, you don't do that on Apokolips?"
"No. Anyone who had failed that badly would be killed or tortured. Or possibly both. It would depend on who their overseer was." He thinks for a moment. "Of course, the truly devout would torture and kill themselves without the need for further intervention. Alas, few have that level of devotion."
Wallace slowly nods, then takes a step away from Canis. "Riiiiight."
"But what of their lack of success?"
Richard frowns. "Maybe they were worried about Jay handing out the Formula to the US military?"
Wallace tilts his head to the left for a moment. "Super speed mutually assured destruction. Glad that never happened."
"What do you mean, mutually assured destruction? Surely the side with most people capable of super speed would emerge victorious?"
Wallace shakes his head. "Super speed doesn't let you do everything. If someone got nuclear weapons in the air on planes or missiles there wouldn't be much that anyone could do to stop it. Plus… We had to rebuild three city blocks when the Flash and Reverse Flash fought each other. Even if nukes didn't get launched I don't know how much world there would be left afterwards."
"And?"
"What do y'mean, 'and'?"
"The two nations hated each other, were rivals of each other for supremacy over your world with near equal power. On Apokolips…" He shakes his head. "Were they gods rather than nations, there could be no peace between them. Such a weapon as these Trinities represent would be used. And your Jay Garrick would certainly not be given the opportunity to keep his discovery to himself."
Wallace holds up his hands at his sides, palms upwards. "Did you not hear how that would have destroyed the world?"
"Planets are hardy things. With reasonable preparation, some of the population of one side would be able to survive and rebuild later."
"They'd be rebuilding from nothing. Billions of people would die, including almost everyone from their own side."
Canis frowns uncomprehendingly. "But they would have won?"
Wallace waves dismissively at Canis, earning a low growl from Brut. "Apokolips is messed up."
"Okay!" Sergeant Pushkin waves goodbye to the corporal as he heads back towards us. "My orders have been checked and verified. We may enter. Again, there will be places we cannot go, but they will be polite when they let you know."
"Are they here?" Wallace sounds excited by the prospect. "Blue Trinity?"
"Ahh… He did not know."
Richard frowns. "How could he not know?"
"Operational security in places like this is very tight. If they are here, only the scientists directly working on them would know of it."
"Just them?"
"And the Director of Future Weapon Development."
Wallace shrugs. "Could we just ask him?"
Sergeant Pushkin turns to walk into the facility. "He is a very busy man. Besides, you will see for yourselves in a few minutes."
"Oh El, can you just scan the place?"
Oh dear. "Doesn't look like it. Sergeant, when was this place warded?"
"When it was built. They had gypsy witches brought here to protect it from enemy magic. American parapsychics did not spend all of their time staring at Goats."
Oh thank goodness.
"There are also.. other measures… Automated defences. Things to stop the volunteers leaving without authorisation."
Wallace looks uncomfortable. "Automated defenses?"
"Do not worry. They will all be deactivated for our visit."
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Dakkan Sall
Random Encounter
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- On the world map
Apokolips: Where Pyrrhic Victory is Glorious Victory!
Finagle007
[Verified Great Old One]
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- He/Him/His
Right...
GhostKing 666
Bringing Nightmares to life evey minute
See this is why Darkseid is in charge.
He's the only one that understands that a pyrrhic victory isn't a victory.
- Location
- Australia
Oh, great. Warded and the defenses are down. This is going to turn ugly very quickly.
Akatsunami
The Bonetatoist
- Location
- Brazil
Half of Russia is going to get destroyed isn't it? Dammit! I wanted to live there!
Finagle007
[Verified Great Old One]
- Pronouns
- He/Him/His
Those defenses won't be down for long, methinks.
On an unrelated note, does the mountain have a couch?
- Location
- texas
There are several artifacts that could work in the theme that exist in the Marvel universe- The most on the nose would be the Freedom Ring- a piece of a cosmic cube shaped into a ring, which can manipulate reality in a 15 foot radius.
But marvel decided to kill the guy in like his second appearance, which was a bit of a shame in my opinion, then the freedom ring went to his skrull buddy/mentor figure, but he was either killed or disappeared during the Skrull invasion. He decided staying in the closet was the best thing during his people's invasion of Earth, unfortunately for him he ran into someone who can see skrulls for what they are no matter what shape they are in.
So it's not being used currently and since there have been several cosmic cubes nothing is stopping a second freedom ring from being made.
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