12th July
20:21 GMT
A
tiny flicker of yellow from Myand'r, and I see…
Months. I mean, if he knew back in January… Or longer?
I don't remember how long they held her in the comics… Or the exact circumstances… The
daughters I see in him are young women, certainly older than the -ugh- Teen Titans animated series versions. And that's the version I know best, isn't it? Flying around for a bit with Animal 'remember that you're married' Man didn't make anything like as much of an impression.
"Nonsense. My daughters -and my son- are on Okaara, learning the-."
"Your majesty, lying to an empath is a very bad idea. I can clearly see the shape of your fears.
"
Karras sits up slightly, frowning. "Myand'r? Is that true?"
The king's fists clench, breath hissing in through his teeth. "
Yes."
"You told me-."
"I had
hoped that it was simply another attempt to belittle us." He looks at me, then flicks his right hand in the direction of my seat and he paces. I sit. "Another attempt to remind us how helpless we are. Time dragged on, until finally Emperor Damyn sent a message explaining what had happened to me. It seems that
Ryand'r… Has abandoned his studies.. in order to join with the Omega Men."
Karras' face falls. "They punish his sisters because they cannot capture him?"
I bow my head.
"Ah, collective punishment.
" Karras' eyes narrow slightly as he looks at me.
"Can't let a planet you've subjugated send people off to join a resistance movement. It makes it look like you're not really in control, particularly if it's someone from the ruling class. And if he's at least somewhat successful it would positively
encourage that world's citizens to sign up.
" Karras' face clears as he nods in understanding.
"I mean, the Omega Men would
love to operate out of a place with a friendly population that can provide them with resources and personnel.
"
Myand'r nods. "My
hope was that his
dalliance with them was the result of youthful exuberance, that would swiftly wear off when he discovered that the Citadel Empire did not
collapse in response. It might have been possible to parlay that into something the Citadel would accept…" He looks at me. "That is not the case."
"I'm impressed that you still resisted the ring.
"
"I have an unenviable job, and know full well that people -or rings- who claim to be able to solve them with a single simple action are almost certainly lying, and will cost me far more than I can afford. So, alien: what is it that
you want from me?"
"I want to solve all your problems with a simple series of actions.
"
He nods. "I see."
"I wasn't going to put it
quite like that-.
"
"And what would those be?"
"I… When I started planning this, I didn't know where the princesses were being kept. I thought it might be… The space station.
"
"It is not impossible, but I strongly doubt it."
"Well… The first step would be creating interdiction field generators capable of blocking any form of faster than light travel the Citadel or their allies could use.
"
"And what of the forces already in local space? Or those Tamaranians already enslaved to the Citadel?"
"The first, I believe that I could deal with relatively swiftly. As.. for.. the slaves… I'm not sure. I…
Think I could recover most of them before any… Revenge attacks could take place. If the Citadel even decided to handle the situation in that way.
"
He makes what is either a quiet snort or a normal exhalation. "And what else?"
"There are a company of Thanagarian mercenaries on Rashashoon now, looking for work. I could bring them here to assist you in rebuilding your military. I'm not sure what tributes the Gordanians have been demanding, but I'm sure that professional soldiers for hire would both be cheaper and provide better value.
"
I pause for a moment, but he doesn't respond.
"The… Ah, the aim would be to get you to a point where you could become too great a force for the Gordanians to casually raid, even if they
could get here-.
"
"Not to conquer Vega completely?"
Um.
"No? I don't think that's… Really feasible. I mean, you certainly don't have enough
people to occupy it, you don't have the social structures to create a structure for rulership… Maybe…
Eventually… You might be in a position to establish hegemony, but you're a long way-.
"
Myand'r turns to Karras. "Karras, why did you bring this man to me?"
"He.. did not mention the mercenaries. If he had-."
"You don't…
Have to use them. It just seems… That it would
help.
"
Myand'r stares at me in irritation. "And where exactly do you propose to get these 'interdiction fields', hm?"
"I.. can build them myself. I have a copy of the Green Lantern Corps' database. The Green Man… Ah, the local Green Lantern… Monitors the technology the various pirate groups use fairly closely. There are ways to block just about every form of-.
"
He stands, turning away. "Karras, I wish that you had not found out like this. I will contact your parents-"
"Excuse me?
"
"-with suggestions for-."
Nullify sound, Praexis Demons.
Orange monster babies flicker into existence around the edge of the room, prompting the servants to
take a few steps towards the exits.
"Now, I can understand why you'd be sceptical. However, the first part of my… Plan, involves me doing something which has no risks for you. Even if I fail, there isn't anything to link my actions to you. Heck, I got enough scans of Gordanian weapons on Rashashoon that I could probably make it look like it was another clan that did it. Similarly, having interdiction field generators built here doesn't require you to take any risks yourself. I can leave them 'off' until they're ready to be activated. And once they are, it's unlikely they'll cause you a problem for the next three hundred years.
"
Sound nullification off.
"After that, there are things that I would like to
help you doing. I hadn't realised that the princesses were elsewhere, so I imagine that I'll be spending some time recovering them.. and… Whatever other Tamaranians I can find.
"
Karras tears his attention away from the Praexis Demons. "But… Your interdiction fields?"
"I won't build one to block power rings. Green Lanterns won't enter Vega, Larfleeze-. The
Beast, isn't looking this way and… Neither Sinestro nor the Qwardians have any history of working with any element in Vega. Obviously, I can't guarantee success, but until the interdiction fields go up there's nothing to implicate your government. So?
"
Myand'r takes a
deep breath as he forces himself to ignore the Praexis. "Why? What do you profit from this?"
"Self-actualisation. I think about myself in a certain way, as being a certain sort of person. And the sort of person I think I am would do this. And.. after the debatable 'goodness' of what I did on Rashashoon, I'd quite like to do something unarguably
correct.
"
"What..
debatable-?"
"I helped a group of pirates negotiate a peace treaty. Hopefully, that will result in the normalisation of near-Vega space… In the longer term. But now, whatever they may become,
they're still pirates. Murderers, slavers and slave traders… Thieves, at best.
" I shrug.
"I want to help, because what is happening to you isn't just at any level. Nothing is gained by allowing the Gordanians to carry on as they are.
"
Myand'r looks at me for several moments. "I still do not-."
"Perhaps… If I explained it in the medium of
song..?
"