GilliamYaeger
M'crazy.
No more than kissing Solid Snake would let them listen in on CODEC conversations.
With This Ring (Young Justice SI) (Thread Twelve)
- Thread starter Mr Zoat
- Start date
- Status
Silverias
Seeing is Believing
- Location
- Squiddy Places
Well, are they kissing him at the time?
- Location
- Somewhere out there
- Location
- northern europe
whut...?
- Location
- US
I.
We f 12
Rf
We are actually trying this IRL. Around the entrance to one of the US storage sites are warnings in every written language and binary, large, forbidding stone pillars intended to simply look dangerous, and intentional attempts to salt the earth against plant life to make it clear the area is barren and lifeless.
In addition, local Native American tribes have offered to write the area into their oral histories as a place of death and despair. Matching their stories with known catastrophes shows that their cultural memories go back at least ten thousand years, so the hope is that the new stories will last at least that long as well. Altogether, it's a really interesting project.
We f 12
Rf
We are actually trying this IRL. Around the entrance to one of the US storage sites are warnings in every written language and binary, large, forbidding stone pillars intended to simply look dangerous, and intentional attempts to salt the earth against plant life to make it clear the area is barren and lifeless.
In addition, local Native American tribes have offered to write the area into their oral histories as a place of death and despair. Matching their stories with known catastrophes shows that their cultural memories go back at least ten thousand years, so the hope is that the new stories will last at least that long as well. Altogether, it's a really interesting project.
- Location
- Somewhere I shouldn't be
"...and that, children, is the story of the Great Union of the chiefs, where two tribes became one, and peace one more spread across the land." The old man paused, watching the children who stared at him in rapt attention. He approved of the Council's agreement with the US Government in theory, but the actuality of it was...lacking. Still, he had his job to do and his lessons to teach. He drew in a deep breath, and began to speak again, his deep voice resonating.
"Long ago, when the land was new and young, the Gods themselves warred. So potent was their fury that an area with a radius of twenty kilometers centered on a point called 'Map Point JW-9534' was stricken lifeless and barren, and a deadly curse was laid down on it such that none who ventured beyond the protective fence would be untouched by it's wrath. It is said in the old stories that anyone who seeks to break the curse must fail, and all whom enter shall certainly perish, unless they seek proper approval and enter only for the purpose of security verifications and/or safety regulation enforcement. Even then, they will only remain untouched by the curse if they wear the holy garment classified as an NBC suit.
"Generations ago, one man sought to steal this curse and bring it forth against the people who are now our friends - the Government. At the time, they were seen as invaders. This young man entered the prohibited area, seeking the source of the curse so he could spread it to the white man in a domestic terroristic action..."
He continued the story, as best he could. His heart broke a little as he saw the children, formerly spellbound, beginning to lose interest. He felt certain that the next tale in his rotation, "The horror of violating regulation 71B during a time of peace" would lose their interest entirely.
- Location
- Hampden Park
Thank you, corrected.
- Location
- Toronto, Ontario, Canada, Earth
- Pronouns
- She/They
There's been Lantern fics for almost five years years now, and the title of that fic you linked to is a pun based around the most popular and longest lasting of it's fellows, so as to get you interested. What's so weird about it?
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- Location
- Somewhere out there
To me, the weirdest thing is that he's also copying Mr Zoat's avatar.
Chaoswind
Lord of nonsense
- Location
- Latin America
Actually I believe that user has been using that avatar for years (at least before Zoat left SB), so I don't think he is using it because he is making a WTR parody, it is weird however.
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- Location
- United states
Think your problem seems to be that you just don't understand that having power rings be way too powerful like they were in the comis would be setting breaking and would make finding challenges for Ring users extremely difficult. That or you are just so unhappy with the idea that you ignore all the perfectly rational explaination that the author himself gives even if they make perfect sense. Thing is that even if power rings do come with some limitations they are still top tier tech that turns mortals into physical gods(even if they are on the low end) and one man armies that can take on entire fleets with just one man or dozens of other rings users depending on the tech level.
Shizo tech and magic do no shit on power rings. As noted Earth is the fifth world and even the lantern killer tech are far more limited in capabilities to the rings and are usually only good for destruction and that's it compared to the extreme capabilities of the rings that shit on them in pretty much all other areas. Magic as noted is extremely rare to the point that the Guardians don't actually consider them to be much of an issue and even then they just send overwhelming power to brute force any issues they have. Sure wards are an issue but as noted there actually a lot of ways to get around them and are most an inconvinience that would just slow lanterns down.
Backwards planet? If you don't remember Earth is the fifth world and the home of the life entity making a few humans literal nascent gods with people like Freaking paragon, titans and other potential god level threats. Even then the only thing that is noted to be a serious threat to come from there is the crumbler rounds which have been noted to be extremely high tech and can take out just above everything related with matter and even then Paul has figured out a solution to make them less dangerous with a lantern technique. Even if the rings have some issues with magic only high tiers magicians can actually challenge Lanterns and those guys are around Lanterns when it comes to versatility.
All Smashy-smash and No Thinky-think this was explained, repeatedly. Green Lanterns wouldn't be anywhere near effective in combat since going for simple constructs actually works best for them and this was shown when the Lanterns showed to have problems with complex contructs since it requires focus but this comes with the benefit of them having immense raw power in combat. OL does in fact use complex constructs all the time it's just that most of the time going simple is perfectly viable and he only uses more complex things when simple isn't enough.
As someone who has been in a few fights I can say that actually thinking about things more complex than punching is pretty damn hard due to how fast paced combat is and this is something that Paul noted. In combat Lanterns while having a near infinite number of moves and tactics they can use would have a lot of trouble trying to implement the most effective ones right during combat. So rather than trying to start with trying to come up with a needlessly complex tactic going with something simple like just shooting them with a construct railgun using ammunition to save on ring charge and only swittching to trying to come up with more complex plans when simple isn't enough. It would be like a villain trying to come up with a convulted plan when a simple one would just be far more simple and effective.
Empiricist2
Let's play doctor!
- Location
- Baton Rouge
Not really. Earth is one of the most mystically active places in the galaxy, Atlantis the largest center of magical knowledge on Earth, and Prince Orm one of the foremost mages in Atlantis at the time. The SI beat him so quickly it didn't even warrant screentime. Yes, magic users have given him trouble, but the ones to actually present a problem have been some of the strongest mages on the planet.
It really only says that they have a picture of him.
I wonder if he could just ask right now? The main secret is that Larfleeze exists at all, and that the Vega exclusion is because of him. Since the SI already knows that, knowing the history is harmless information.
No, he's completely sincere. He will follow the SI faithfully. You know, until he's confident enough to kill him and take his rings.
- Location
- australia
to be fair, "you...big.... STUPID jellyfish!" Is a TOTALLY valid response for that (indoctrinated?) Hanar's bizzare form of logic. Pretty much agreee with your points, jokes aside!
- Location
- Somewhere out there
I don't know if it's common, but when has that ever stopped Mr Zoat?
- Location
- Australia
I don't know about England but it is certainly common in Australia.
Tamanarama (part 15)
- Location
- Hampden Park
13th July
07:55 GMT
Four Gordanian soldiers escort me towards… Some sort of room. It isn't the bridge or the generator room or the primary drive… It actually doesn't appear to be linked to any of the ship's critical systems. Some sort of..? Meeting room, then? The soldiers' armour is well wrought and well maintained, their weapons… Both more powerful and more sophisticated than those used by their fellows stationed on Scratching Post.
Gordanians don't exactly wear power armour, but the cuirass has a flight pack and low penetration sensor system built in. The data I have so far makes it clear that they don't like fighting in the air in the way that Thanagarians do; they lack the Nth metal augmented nervous system that Thanagarians have and the brain matter that comes from flying for your entire evolutionary history. The result is more like Starship Trooper style mobile infantry. Or like Titanfall. They jump from place to place, then take cover and fire. In addition to the armour covering their torsos and legs, they have helmets and bracers which mount their melee weapons. It provides good protection while minimising the degree to which it impedes their range of motion and the quantity of upkeep it requires.
The group who found me on Okaara did offer to fly me to the Clan Commander's location, but I turned it down on the grounds that waiting for them to prepare and then make the journey would take hours. Stars in Vega are relatively close together, but even the Gordanian military doesn't use FTL systems that are all that fast. I suppose that they.. either don't see the point, or they prefer simpler and easier to maintain systems for their main combat fleet. This ship might be less technologically sophisticated than the Spider Guild's ship, but it looks a good deal more shipshape to me. Clean lines of sight, mechanisms tucked away neatly… Gordanians might not be the greatest technologists the universe has ever seen, but they do get taught basic starship engineering.
Anyway, I came right here and was floating in space for a little while before an appreciable chunk of clan Tearing Bite's military dropped out of FTL and sent a welcome message. The Clan Commander wasn't going to greet me at the airlock, but he does want to talk to me in person. And judging by the fact that the ship hasn't gone back to FTL yet, he wants to do so before Admiral Drolyk gets the chance to talk to me. Makes sense. I doubt that the Citadel are eager for their principal supporter to suddenly supersede them.
The lead Gordanian strikes the door release with his right fist. "The Lantern's here, Clan Commander."
There's a pause, then a clank as the door mechanism releases. The next room is… Richly decorated. I see Trogaar himself first. He's wearing a slightly more ornate version of the armour that the others wear, though it only covers the same amount of his body. His helmet on the other hand… I'm going to assume that it's ceremonial. It looks a bit like something a samurai might have worn, a segmented shawl to cover the back and sides of the head with a solid face covering and four upturned metal spines for decoration. It's currently sitting on the table next to him. The man himself is slouched in an armchair. The back of the chair is curious in that it only goes halfway across. Gordanian tails are far too thick to do what Felicity does and curl them around themselves, and I suppose that cutting a tail hole out of the back would make sitting down in the first place rather awkward.
Off to the side there's a transparent map of the Vega systems broken into three… Approximately accurate planes, one sheet per plane. If you look at it from straight on you get a two-dimensional map, then if you look from an angle you get something a little more accurate. Across from Trogaar there are three less ornate seats which… Heh, they're designed for someone of Gordanian stature but to also be just a little too low. Their occupants will almost always be shorter than him when everyone is sitting down. The walls are decorated with weapons, though rather than the cutting edge pieces I was expecting they're all… Broken. Not completely, but there's a plasma pulse gun that's clearly had a critical overload, a disruption blade that's had two of its tines broken off…
"Do you like the weapons?" I turn my gaze back to the Commander. "I haven't managed to keep hold of every weapon I have personally worked to death, but this is most of them. Each one met its end in glorious combat. Most of my people would have tossed them aside or salvaged what they could from them, but to me they are simply too much a part of my life to discard."
"My species often keep mementoes in the same way. Though my own colleagues were more inclined to take trophies from their enemies rather than their own expended equipment."
"No. I considered it when I was much younger, but rotting heads aren't hygienic. And skulls just start to look… Samey." The other Gordanians don't bother following me in as the door slams shut. "But these? I could tell you the cause of every scratch."
"But.. that's.. not what we're meeting to talk about today." I gesture to the chairs opposite him with my left hand. "May I sit down?"
"Probably."
I nod and walk over to the middle of the three, then turn and sit. "So… Where are we going?"
"Right now? Nowhere."
"I was under the impression that there was a degree of urgency..?"
"Not for me." He flares his nostrils. "It's a Citadelian facility. Some sort of secret project."
"That makes me curious."
"I just provide security and workers."
"Workers?"
"They're not keeping the Tamaranians down there for entertainment. Not all of them, anyway. They won't tell me exactly why they want them, but since those are what my clan has, they're what we provide." Another snort. "Your species looks a lot like them. If I didn't know better, I'd think you were one!"
"I'm afraid not. Do you know how many Tamaranians there are at… Wherever it is we're talking about?"
"Maybe… Two thousand? Most of them were taken during the war. The Citadel want people who know machinery. Heh, because they're too stupid to do things like that themselves!"
Hm. I can't tell when someone is lying to me all of the time, but… No, empathic vision isn't showing me anything helpful. "You really don't know what they're building?"
"They've been working on it since the end of the war. Maybe it's another shipyard or something, I don't know." He leans slightly forwards. "I see you've already got two rings."
"Yes, but I can't give any away until after the Beast is dealt with."
"You're hiding yourself, like the Psions are the base?"
"Better. But don't tell them that."
He leans back slightly. "You do know that now everyone knows what he is, that he's a Lantern… People will go to Okaara to kill him. They'll go properly equipped to kill Lanterns. And I don't think that the first few teams will get him, but after a while… People with serious resources will try it. You don't have all that long while the thing you can do is so special."
"Feel like taking a swing at him yourself?"
"If I did, I wouldn't bother talking to you. I know power rings. I know what they let their wielders do. If Psions could beat Lanterns so easily, they'd be out there fighting them… No, they'd be having people like me do it for them. So it's probably going to be brave idiots carrying weapons for the people who'll get all the benefit. Now, I know the Citadel are going to make you an offer. Heh, because there's no other way they're getting a look in. Psions probably will as well. But I will tell you with no word of a lie: the Citadel Emperor will not follow you. He'll backstab you the first chance he gets. He wants to rule everything more than he wants anything else."
"And the Psions? They sound like useful people to know."
"They're smart. And they'll cut you up for parts the first chance they get. That's what they do whenever someone starts trying to copy their technology, and if they get a pile of power rings? Same thing. Heck, they'll probably want to analyse you to see if there's anything special that lets you do it. What do you think your chances of avoiding ending up on a slab in one of their laboratories are?"
"Better than average. But… There's always room for improvement."
"I want to fight. I don't care about ruling. I don't even rule my own clan now, and I probably could. There are thousands of Green Lanterns, and I am sure that they will try to stand against any power arising from Vega. You want dependable help? You want an army? A fleet? You won't find one in Vega better than what I can offer." He stands and walks towards the door. "Consider that when the others make their pitches."
07:55 GMT
Four Gordanian soldiers escort me towards… Some sort of room. It isn't the bridge or the generator room or the primary drive… It actually doesn't appear to be linked to any of the ship's critical systems. Some sort of..? Meeting room, then? The soldiers' armour is well wrought and well maintained, their weapons… Both more powerful and more sophisticated than those used by their fellows stationed on Scratching Post.
Gordanians don't exactly wear power armour, but the cuirass has a flight pack and low penetration sensor system built in. The data I have so far makes it clear that they don't like fighting in the air in the way that Thanagarians do; they lack the Nth metal augmented nervous system that Thanagarians have and the brain matter that comes from flying for your entire evolutionary history. The result is more like Starship Trooper style mobile infantry. Or like Titanfall. They jump from place to place, then take cover and fire. In addition to the armour covering their torsos and legs, they have helmets and bracers which mount their melee weapons. It provides good protection while minimising the degree to which it impedes their range of motion and the quantity of upkeep it requires.
The group who found me on Okaara did offer to fly me to the Clan Commander's location, but I turned it down on the grounds that waiting for them to prepare and then make the journey would take hours. Stars in Vega are relatively close together, but even the Gordanian military doesn't use FTL systems that are all that fast. I suppose that they.. either don't see the point, or they prefer simpler and easier to maintain systems for their main combat fleet. This ship might be less technologically sophisticated than the Spider Guild's ship, but it looks a good deal more shipshape to me. Clean lines of sight, mechanisms tucked away neatly… Gordanians might not be the greatest technologists the universe has ever seen, but they do get taught basic starship engineering.
Anyway, I came right here and was floating in space for a little while before an appreciable chunk of clan Tearing Bite's military dropped out of FTL and sent a welcome message. The Clan Commander wasn't going to greet me at the airlock, but he does want to talk to me in person. And judging by the fact that the ship hasn't gone back to FTL yet, he wants to do so before Admiral Drolyk gets the chance to talk to me. Makes sense. I doubt that the Citadel are eager for their principal supporter to suddenly supersede them.
The lead Gordanian strikes the door release with his right fist. "The Lantern's here, Clan Commander."
There's a pause, then a clank as the door mechanism releases. The next room is… Richly decorated. I see Trogaar himself first. He's wearing a slightly more ornate version of the armour that the others wear, though it only covers the same amount of his body. His helmet on the other hand… I'm going to assume that it's ceremonial. It looks a bit like something a samurai might have worn, a segmented shawl to cover the back and sides of the head with a solid face covering and four upturned metal spines for decoration. It's currently sitting on the table next to him. The man himself is slouched in an armchair. The back of the chair is curious in that it only goes halfway across. Gordanian tails are far too thick to do what Felicity does and curl them around themselves, and I suppose that cutting a tail hole out of the back would make sitting down in the first place rather awkward.
Off to the side there's a transparent map of the Vega systems broken into three… Approximately accurate planes, one sheet per plane. If you look at it from straight on you get a two-dimensional map, then if you look from an angle you get something a little more accurate. Across from Trogaar there are three less ornate seats which… Heh, they're designed for someone of Gordanian stature but to also be just a little too low. Their occupants will almost always be shorter than him when everyone is sitting down. The walls are decorated with weapons, though rather than the cutting edge pieces I was expecting they're all… Broken. Not completely, but there's a plasma pulse gun that's clearly had a critical overload, a disruption blade that's had two of its tines broken off…
"Do you like the weapons?" I turn my gaze back to the Commander. "I haven't managed to keep hold of every weapon I have personally worked to death, but this is most of them. Each one met its end in glorious combat. Most of my people would have tossed them aside or salvaged what they could from them, but to me they are simply too much a part of my life to discard."
"My species often keep mementoes in the same way. Though my own colleagues were more inclined to take trophies from their enemies rather than their own expended equipment."
"No. I considered it when I was much younger, but rotting heads aren't hygienic. And skulls just start to look… Samey." The other Gordanians don't bother following me in as the door slams shut. "But these? I could tell you the cause of every scratch."
"But.. that's.. not what we're meeting to talk about today." I gesture to the chairs opposite him with my left hand. "May I sit down?"
"Probably."
I nod and walk over to the middle of the three, then turn and sit. "So… Where are we going?"
"Right now? Nowhere."
"I was under the impression that there was a degree of urgency..?"
"Not for me." He flares his nostrils. "It's a Citadelian facility. Some sort of secret project."
"That makes me curious."
"I just provide security and workers."
"Workers?"
"They're not keeping the Tamaranians down there for entertainment. Not all of them, anyway. They won't tell me exactly why they want them, but since those are what my clan has, they're what we provide." Another snort. "Your species looks a lot like them. If I didn't know better, I'd think you were one!"
"I'm afraid not. Do you know how many Tamaranians there are at… Wherever it is we're talking about?"
"Maybe… Two thousand? Most of them were taken during the war. The Citadel want people who know machinery. Heh, because they're too stupid to do things like that themselves!"
Hm. I can't tell when someone is lying to me all of the time, but… No, empathic vision isn't showing me anything helpful. "You really don't know what they're building?"
"They've been working on it since the end of the war. Maybe it's another shipyard or something, I don't know." He leans slightly forwards. "I see you've already got two rings."
"Yes, but I can't give any away until after the Beast is dealt with."
"You're hiding yourself, like the Psions are the base?"
"Better. But don't tell them that."
He leans back slightly. "You do know that now everyone knows what he is, that he's a Lantern… People will go to Okaara to kill him. They'll go properly equipped to kill Lanterns. And I don't think that the first few teams will get him, but after a while… People with serious resources will try it. You don't have all that long while the thing you can do is so special."
"Feel like taking a swing at him yourself?"
"If I did, I wouldn't bother talking to you. I know power rings. I know what they let their wielders do. If Psions could beat Lanterns so easily, they'd be out there fighting them… No, they'd be having people like me do it for them. So it's probably going to be brave idiots carrying weapons for the people who'll get all the benefit. Now, I know the Citadel are going to make you an offer. Heh, because there's no other way they're getting a look in. Psions probably will as well. But I will tell you with no word of a lie: the Citadel Emperor will not follow you. He'll backstab you the first chance he gets. He wants to rule everything more than he wants anything else."
"And the Psions? They sound like useful people to know."
"They're smart. And they'll cut you up for parts the first chance they get. That's what they do whenever someone starts trying to copy their technology, and if they get a pile of power rings? Same thing. Heck, they'll probably want to analyse you to see if there's anything special that lets you do it. What do you think your chances of avoiding ending up on a slab in one of their laboratories are?"
"Better than average. But… There's always room for improvement."
"I want to fight. I don't care about ruling. I don't even rule my own clan now, and I probably could. There are thousands of Green Lanterns, and I am sure that they will try to stand against any power arising from Vega. You want dependable help? You want an army? A fleet? You won't find one in Vega better than what I can offer." He stands and walks towards the door. "Consider that when the others make their pitches."
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- Location
- Hampden Park
Someone want to check how Kon says it?
I think you mean principal supporter.
- Location
- U.S.A.
Seems like an interesting guy. I probably wouldn't give him a ring though. He seems much more suited for red or even green than orange in any case.
- Pronouns
- she/her
I find myself liking this guy.
Gordanians
principal
an
I don't get what this line means. Maybe it should be "at the base"?
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