- Location
- Somewhere out there
No, he's correct. The "Titanomachy" is the name given to the war that ended the Titans' rule -- that is, the fall of the Titanocracy. It's nonstandard but it's not wrong.
With This Ring (Young Justice SI) (Thread Twelve)
- Thread starter Mr Zoat
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- United States
In fact, "The Fall of the Titanomachy" refers to the modern practice to using "The Fall of the Titanomachy" in place of "Titanomachy", lowering the word "Titanomachy" from its rightful place among the pantheon of Götterdämmerungs.
I don't particularly see the point of this? Beyond their connection to Kon (which is largely ignorable, since Kon seems to have embraced his mother's heritage completely, and pretty much ignored Clark's contribution), they are largely unremarkable people. Sure, they raised the man that would become Superman, but they're just regular, salt of the Earth, largely moral humans. There are thousands of other people like them.
Jonathan and Martha Kent are remarkable in their unremarkableness, and I don't think that they're inclusion would help the narrative. It wouldn't hurt it, either, but it wouldn't really do anything besides pad an update's word count.
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- Hampden Park
No. The Titanomachy was the ten year war which saw the Olympians overthrow the Titans.
Thank you, corrected.
Undermined (part 21)
- Location
- Hampden Park
18th June
13:22 GMT -3
At sea level, the pressure of the air on the Human body is 14 1/2 pounds per square inch. Where we are it's more like 300 times that. My colleagues are tough enough to take that, and even they are going to have to be careful about going back up again. My armour can take that, as can my environmental shield. Times like this really bring home exactly how tough we are compared to the most advanced conventional technology. We can be here, even fight here without too much difficulty. Anyone else would need a very expensive submarine to just exist here.
I think that in the fraction of a second between realising that a pressure bomb is about to hit me and it actually doing so.
Oh, I'm accelerating myself. Heh.
Of course, part of the reason why we can exist here is that the pressure is all around us. The water will try to compress the much lower pressure areas of our bodies such as our lungs -if my environmental shield failed I wouldn't be able to breathe, though with my chest reduced to mush I doubt that would be my primary concern- but does far less to solid structures like bones and muscles. Even if a projectile impacting at 4200 pounds per square inch could easily penetrate soft tissue, a ship sinking to the bottom of the sea can remain more or less intact for centuries. The point being, it's the variation in pressure that causes the damage.
Five pressure bombs detonate in close proximity to me.
The impacts are heavy, but I've had heavier. The nasty part -the part that's causing visible cracks to appear on my construct armour- is where the pressure waves interact with each other, creating focused channels of even higher pressure or areas of normal pressure between areas of much higher pressure. I reinforce the armour, pouring orange light into it and I really wish that I'd had time to recharge before I came out. A simple sonic scan shows… More bombs heading my way, though nothing like the overwhelming number I'm sure that they could throw out.
Possible reasons..? My accelerated speed leaves my eyes locked in place as my mind whirs. They don't know who we are and don't think we're a threat. They're absurdly powerful and we actually aren't a threat. They're playing for time and this is working well enough that they don't need to exert themselves. They're focusing on something else and can't afford to exert themselves.
Neither Mister Kent nor Mister Freeman were wearing Spell Eaters. Ring, analyse the difference in performance between the pressure bombs, Spell Eaters versus non-Spell Eaters.
No appreciable difference detected.
Fair enough. The compression is magic but the water itself isn't. All my Spell Eater is doing is detonating them a fraction of a second early.
My construct armour is starting to fracture in earnest. Unlike my super-tough colleagues, I'm not really feeling the violence of the Water Wraith's attacks. I'm getting… I'm getting numbers relayed by the rings, a sense of my relative position and mental images of what the assault is doing to the zombies. But as a Lantern… Combat isn't a kinetic experience for me until things go very wrong. It's a little unreal, slightly removed… I'm a drone operator rather than a fighter pilot.
Assume that the bombardment is maintained, my construct armour will fail in five real seconds. I think my power armour could take the attack for long enough that I could recreate it, but finding out in combat doesn't sound like a good idea. I can't perform a test transition under these conditions. Invisibility is pointless as they can almost certainly sense me by the motion I create in the water. One choice remaining.
I phase, construct armour fading away as I head upwards. I see silt carried by the violent pressure differentials shoot past -and through- my eyes. Unlike when I do this in air, the armour will struggle to rematerialise under water. At some point I'll have to actually either push a volume of water aside by ring power or find an air pocket at surface pressure.
Ugh, that was someone's liver!
How do they even make zombies with water magic? I rise a little further before reorientating myself to follow Diana. I suppose that if the zombies were Atlantean in life there might be enough of a water-based connection… No, that would just animate the flesh. Head injuries wouldn't be fatal-. Wouldn't be destructive. Traditional Vodun zombies with partial soul separation only rot if the living flesh is damaged and infected. They aren't affected by pain, but they get weaker in the same way a normal person would. Demon possessed corpses? Hm. I think that's more like it. Minor bound spirits controlled by greater spirits? Plausible, but testing the theory will probably be impossible. Oh well.
Diana's making definite progress. A combination of her flight ability, raw strength and agility and the defensive enchantments on her armour prevent glancing blows slowing her while her bracers block direct strikes. There's a gap in the bombardment as the water around her solidifies once more, but with a little effort I'm able to repeat what I did to the last piece.
The Wraiths' pressure blasts have torn all of the zombies to pieces, and my other colleagues… Aren't looking too healthy. I can see thin trails of blood leaking from their ears. Mister Kent is squinting at his surroundings and making a little progress towards our enemies while Mister Freeman has been knocked out of contention. Severe bruising and he's lost consciousness. Fortunately for him, his augmentations mean that he heals quite a bit faster than most people.
There's a ripple of motion from the Water Wraiths as Diana gets close enough that they stop trying to use pressure bombs on her. I see the water around her body ripple as it heats up to just below boiling point… That sort of spell takes a great deal of energy. By now I'm not far behind her, and I don't.. think I'm doing anything they can detect. I'm not displacing water, my scry wards should prevent direct detection…
I draw the Sword of the Fallen as I get closer to the nearest Water Wraith. Now, what part of their 'body' is actually them? The water, or is that just a convenience they use to mark their place in the world and maintain a connection to their preferred element? The stones, or are those just held in place by their internal currents? I mean, the only warning they're going to get is when I start stabbing. I'd hate to hit something unimportant.
Ah, it doesn't matter. Just have to stab everything.
Six metre things are really big close up. Like this I can see that the edge of their 'skin' I can see isn't a result of the water bending, it's caused by silt particles creating an effect a little like the black border around a cartoon character. Diana's only a little way behind me and they're still not paying her a fat lot of attention. Not as far as I can see. They don't have eyes, those holes in their head stone look completely decorat-.
What?
The Water Wraiths just collapsed, the stones which indicate the presence of their body just flowing away like flotsam caught in a powerful current. The only thing it reminds me of is the water spell that enabled the Saremites to escape Themyscira. I shove water aside and rematerialise, strands lashing out in the faint hope of being able to-. No. Too slow.
Diana comes to a stop, relief clear on her face as she glances my way. "Wonder Woman to Aquaman. Respond."
I turn away, running a quick scan over the zombie remains as I head towards Mister Kent. Oh, nasty. He's bleeding slightly from the puncta as well as the ears, having to blink repeatedly in order to keep his vision clear. "Sir?"
"Did you..? Uh." He shakes his head. "Did you get them?"
"No sir, but they appear to have left the combat zone. Sir, there's not much I can do about your injuries without first draining your solar reserves completely. Are you alright to continue?"
He nods, smiling as he does so. "I've had worse. Icon?"
I send out strands to pull him our way. "Down, I'm afraid sir. He'll be alright, but if you intend for us to push on to Poseidonis we'll need to put him out of the way somewhere." He nods, blinking again. "Sir, I don't know if it will help, but I can replicate sunlight well enough to recharge a Kryptonian. I don't think it will heal you, but-."
"Aquaman here."
I note the blue glow from both Diana and Mister Kent as I give Mister Freeman a scan. Transformed Terminans are a good deal easier to fix up than Kryptonians. No force fields being projected from every living cell. The fact that he's not mine means that I can't fix him completely in the time available for our next move, but he'll be a lot less miserable when he wakes up now.
"I'm here with Superman and Orange Lantern. We encountered a group of water-based Titanspawn and what appeared to be zombies."
"Titanspaw-?" There's a slight pause. "Understood. Most of the attackers are pulling back now, but we've still got undead in the civilian areas of the city. Move in and link up with the officers on the ground."
"We'll be there in a few moments. Wonder Woman out."
She looks at me expectantly, and I recreate the waterplough construct.
13:22 GMT -3
At sea level, the pressure of the air on the Human body is 14 1/2 pounds per square inch. Where we are it's more like 300 times that. My colleagues are tough enough to take that, and even they are going to have to be careful about going back up again. My armour can take that, as can my environmental shield. Times like this really bring home exactly how tough we are compared to the most advanced conventional technology. We can be here, even fight here without too much difficulty. Anyone else would need a very expensive submarine to just exist here.
I think that in the fraction of a second between realising that a pressure bomb is about to hit me and it actually doing so.
Oh, I'm accelerating myself. Heh.
Of course, part of the reason why we can exist here is that the pressure is all around us. The water will try to compress the much lower pressure areas of our bodies such as our lungs -if my environmental shield failed I wouldn't be able to breathe, though with my chest reduced to mush I doubt that would be my primary concern- but does far less to solid structures like bones and muscles. Even if a projectile impacting at 4200 pounds per square inch could easily penetrate soft tissue, a ship sinking to the bottom of the sea can remain more or less intact for centuries. The point being, it's the variation in pressure that causes the damage.
Five pressure bombs detonate in close proximity to me.
The impacts are heavy, but I've had heavier. The nasty part -the part that's causing visible cracks to appear on my construct armour- is where the pressure waves interact with each other, creating focused channels of even higher pressure or areas of normal pressure between areas of much higher pressure. I reinforce the armour, pouring orange light into it and I really wish that I'd had time to recharge before I came out. A simple sonic scan shows… More bombs heading my way, though nothing like the overwhelming number I'm sure that they could throw out.
Possible reasons..? My accelerated speed leaves my eyes locked in place as my mind whirs. They don't know who we are and don't think we're a threat. They're absurdly powerful and we actually aren't a threat. They're playing for time and this is working well enough that they don't need to exert themselves. They're focusing on something else and can't afford to exert themselves.
Neither Mister Kent nor Mister Freeman were wearing Spell Eaters. Ring, analyse the difference in performance between the pressure bombs, Spell Eaters versus non-Spell Eaters.
No appreciable difference detected.
Fair enough. The compression is magic but the water itself isn't. All my Spell Eater is doing is detonating them a fraction of a second early.
My construct armour is starting to fracture in earnest. Unlike my super-tough colleagues, I'm not really feeling the violence of the Water Wraith's attacks. I'm getting… I'm getting numbers relayed by the rings, a sense of my relative position and mental images of what the assault is doing to the zombies. But as a Lantern… Combat isn't a kinetic experience for me until things go very wrong. It's a little unreal, slightly removed… I'm a drone operator rather than a fighter pilot.
Assume that the bombardment is maintained, my construct armour will fail in five real seconds. I think my power armour could take the attack for long enough that I could recreate it, but finding out in combat doesn't sound like a good idea. I can't perform a test transition under these conditions. Invisibility is pointless as they can almost certainly sense me by the motion I create in the water. One choice remaining.
I phase, construct armour fading away as I head upwards. I see silt carried by the violent pressure differentials shoot past -and through- my eyes. Unlike when I do this in air, the armour will struggle to rematerialise under water. At some point I'll have to actually either push a volume of water aside by ring power or find an air pocket at surface pressure.
Ugh, that was someone's liver!
How do they even make zombies with water magic? I rise a little further before reorientating myself to follow Diana. I suppose that if the zombies were Atlantean in life there might be enough of a water-based connection… No, that would just animate the flesh. Head injuries wouldn't be fatal-. Wouldn't be destructive. Traditional Vodun zombies with partial soul separation only rot if the living flesh is damaged and infected. They aren't affected by pain, but they get weaker in the same way a normal person would. Demon possessed corpses? Hm. I think that's more like it. Minor bound spirits controlled by greater spirits? Plausible, but testing the theory will probably be impossible. Oh well.
Diana's making definite progress. A combination of her flight ability, raw strength and agility and the defensive enchantments on her armour prevent glancing blows slowing her while her bracers block direct strikes. There's a gap in the bombardment as the water around her solidifies once more, but with a little effort I'm able to repeat what I did to the last piece.
The Wraiths' pressure blasts have torn all of the zombies to pieces, and my other colleagues… Aren't looking too healthy. I can see thin trails of blood leaking from their ears. Mister Kent is squinting at his surroundings and making a little progress towards our enemies while Mister Freeman has been knocked out of contention. Severe bruising and he's lost consciousness. Fortunately for him, his augmentations mean that he heals quite a bit faster than most people.
There's a ripple of motion from the Water Wraiths as Diana gets close enough that they stop trying to use pressure bombs on her. I see the water around her body ripple as it heats up to just below boiling point… That sort of spell takes a great deal of energy. By now I'm not far behind her, and I don't.. think I'm doing anything they can detect. I'm not displacing water, my scry wards should prevent direct detection…
I draw the Sword of the Fallen as I get closer to the nearest Water Wraith. Now, what part of their 'body' is actually them? The water, or is that just a convenience they use to mark their place in the world and maintain a connection to their preferred element? The stones, or are those just held in place by their internal currents? I mean, the only warning they're going to get is when I start stabbing. I'd hate to hit something unimportant.
Ah, it doesn't matter. Just have to stab everything.
Six metre things are really big close up. Like this I can see that the edge of their 'skin' I can see isn't a result of the water bending, it's caused by silt particles creating an effect a little like the black border around a cartoon character. Diana's only a little way behind me and they're still not paying her a fat lot of attention. Not as far as I can see. They don't have eyes, those holes in their head stone look completely decorat-.
What?
The Water Wraiths just collapsed, the stones which indicate the presence of their body just flowing away like flotsam caught in a powerful current. The only thing it reminds me of is the water spell that enabled the Saremites to escape Themyscira. I shove water aside and rematerialise, strands lashing out in the faint hope of being able to-. No. Too slow.
Diana comes to a stop, relief clear on her face as she glances my way. "Wonder Woman to Aquaman. Respond."
I turn away, running a quick scan over the zombie remains as I head towards Mister Kent. Oh, nasty. He's bleeding slightly from the puncta as well as the ears, having to blink repeatedly in order to keep his vision clear. "Sir?"
"Did you..? Uh." He shakes his head. "Did you get them?"
"No sir, but they appear to have left the combat zone. Sir, there's not much I can do about your injuries without first draining your solar reserves completely. Are you alright to continue?"
He nods, smiling as he does so. "I've had worse. Icon?"
I send out strands to pull him our way. "Down, I'm afraid sir. He'll be alright, but if you intend for us to push on to Poseidonis we'll need to put him out of the way somewhere." He nods, blinking again. "Sir, I don't know if it will help, but I can replicate sunlight well enough to recharge a Kryptonian. I don't think it will heal you, but-."
"Aquaman here."
I note the blue glow from both Diana and Mister Kent as I give Mister Freeman a scan. Transformed Terminans are a good deal easier to fix up than Kryptonians. No force fields being projected from every living cell. The fact that he's not mine means that I can't fix him completely in the time available for our next move, but he'll be a lot less miserable when he wakes up now.
"I'm here with Superman and Orange Lantern. We encountered a group of water-based Titanspawn and what appeared to be zombies."
"Titanspaw-?" There's a slight pause. "Understood. Most of the attackers are pulling back now, but we've still got undead in the civilian areas of the city. Move in and link up with the officers on the ground."
"We'll be there in a few moments. Wonder Woman out."
She looks at me expectantly, and I recreate the waterplough construct.
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- Location
- Oblivion
So they were a distraction.
I am guessing Truggs was after some forgotten superweapon they had in their Treasury.
- Location
- Purple Mountain Majesty
Is this a motherly look? I could totally see Wonder Woman giving mom looks.
Well, there was that key from a pre-human hyper-advanced civilization that got pillaged from Themiscyra earlier.
- Location
- Somewhere out there
breathe
And here I was hoping Mr Zoat had written half a chapter just to settle the argument, but nope, it's someone ELSE'S pressure bombs.
Orbital
Cyberpsycho
I think you meant 'by', here.
Wrong word again, I think.
- Location
- madison
so that retreat spell was the same one circie used. I wonder if the light brought her on in a more permanent fashion?
dhasenan
always lowercase
- Pronouns
- She/Her
Breathe, not breath.
- Location
- Hampden Park
Thank you, corrected.
- Location
- Courthouse
Okay, how the hell does one "crack" or "fracture" energy shields with water pressure? Too much comic book logic here. The construct armor should either be there or be destroyed, but projected energy shield being "cracked" is just silly. Unless OL has ring simulate "cracks" for visual representation of the armor's integrity.
simulating it sounds like a good idea. It makes sense too. After all I would want some kind of warning if my shields were about to fail it was the only thing keeping me alive.
- Location
- australia
*nods* yeah, the mass driver again. i prefer DEW's myself.
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im currently considering a kickstarter to fund the Launch of the North atlantic Orbital Photon Emitter.
Evil Plan
Not nearly so nefarious as my name signifies
- Location
- Eastern United States
- Pronouns
- They/Them
You've got "escape" in here twice. They're sort of grammatically incompatible. You're on your own for reworking it, though.
It's just how constructs work; they act like solid objects, not energy fields. It's quite common for his shields to crack under stress.
- Location
- Hampden Park
Thank you, reworked.
- Location
- Hampden Park
You're surprised that he didn't try cold guns underwater?
- Location
- Sector 2814
I don't recall the SI reading Worm, let alone its extensive fanfic, but there is a Worm fanfic, "...Who Needs Enemies," where Leviathan (a massively hydrokinetic kaiju) creates water zombies. Directly shaped the water to look like people, filled them with blood and other bits repurposed from local marine life, and controlled them via hydrokinesis. Mostly just to freak people out, and he did have the help of his siblings to replicate the more exotic powers. Still, the basic zombie bits? Just an inefficient application of massively powerful hydrokinesis.
- Location
- texas
Better than the "booga booga I'm a zombie I'm going to kill you" plan others are proposing.
This plan, though, still requires Nekron doing extra work.
These hypothetical kryptonian superzombies aren't going to know that Superman is in a relationship with Lois, now are they? They aren't going to know shit about what triggers anyone on Earth.
So then Nekron is going to have to make black lanterns who actually be relevant, and the kryptonian superzombies are support.
Or Nekron could spend his efforts producing black lanterns that can get the job done without a babysitter. Something that a psychic race like the martians would be capable of, of course.
Something I think some people might be forgetting here is that Nekron needed a grand total of 10,000 hearts to manifest. And if fear of death was all it took, well, Prof Zoom can move at 7.5 million mph. At 7.5 million mph I doubt it would have taken him even a minute to kill 10,000 people.
So again, why waste time making an army when a single speedster could do the job?
Obviously it was about quality, not quantity.
The mass zombifications Nekron did like all of the Orange Lantern Corps and everyone in the Oan crypts? Those were to keep the seven other corps, who have thousands and thousands of members, busy.
So unless Paul escalates by calling in Mars/Daxam/Cooperative/Thanagar/the Reach/Colu/New Genesis/whatever to act as the cavalry, Nekron, rightly, would not waste the effort.
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