- Location
- United states
No, Paul mentioned he just wasn't willing to wait for that to happen. Even if Nabu did seem actually interested in the idea.
With This Ring (Young Justice SI) (Thread Twelve)
- Thread starter Mr Zoat
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No, Paul mentioned he just wasn't willing to wait for that to happen. Even if Nabu did seem actually interested in the idea.
- Location
- texas
Considering trapping an emotional entity is a feat that beings far less powerful than Maltusians have achieved on a regular basis in the DC franchise?
Probably not.
Zoat seems to be using the "Ophidian was stuffed in the orange central battery like a genie in a bottle" bit of history.
So either Larfleeze, a lantern, trapped the Ophidian, or someone else did. There's no real reason to believe the feat impossible for him, since in the DC franchise other lanterns have trapped other emotional embodiments, although of course Zoat could make the feat more impressive here than in the DC franchise if he so desired.
If Larfleeze didn't do it, than the most likely suspects are the Maltusians. Krona wrote a map to the temple of greed that the central orange battery was kept, and he kept all the emotional embodiments as pets back on Maltus- No wonder Krona had issues, he was two entities short of winning Pokemon forever.
Although I suppose we won't know if Zoat is using that bit of DC lore until Krona shows up and starts talking baby talk to the Ophidian "Who's a good girl, yes you are," while rubbing her belly.
Paul will be depending on the Controllers to mass produce orange lanterns for him. Each one of those lanterns a potential trap for the Ophidian.
Zoat has said words to the effect that he isn't going to have different universe rings act differently- green is green, blue is blue, red is red. So Justice Lord GL's ring was capable of the exact same stuff as YJ GL's ring, etc.
I presume that keeping track of what different reality rings can do was seen by him as a waste of time he could be spent writing this story instead.
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Evil Plan
Not nearly so nefarious as my name signifies
- Location
- Eastern United States
- Pronouns
- They/Them
Playing catch-up again.
Should there be a comma after "Admiral Dakyn"? I feel like this clause should mean "having shown it to Admiral Dakyn means that just having it drift in as it was would have been a give-away", but that's not what I'm getting from what's actually written. If that's not it then I'm not sure what you're going for.
Empiricist2
Let's play doctor!
- Location
- Baton Rouge
The rings Atrocitus made were imbued with magic. Remember the bit about how if Blackfire took off Raul's ring it would turn to dust? So the red ring Raul started with may have been been the normal type and Atrocitus replaced it with the DRM version.
Hestia&theCourt
Turns out we're plural too.
- Location
- In transition
- Pronouns
- She/Her
Travisplo
The Necromonsieur
Wonder when his red ring from his GO universe counterpart will start homing in on this universe.
Tamanarama (part 18)
- Location
- Hampden Park
13th July
10:24 GMT
"…precise chemical mix to ensure that the optimal…"
The facility may be shielded against power rings from the outside, but the inside is wide open.
"…pseudo-telepathic induction, but with future generations we can simply use…"
A passing touch on one of the 'new-type' Citadelians tells me that they're genetically identical to the old type. They haven't made improvements to the genome. The brain structure looked more or less the same, but I don't have a wide variety of samples to compare him to.
"…education. At this point that's really all they're good for, beyond our recreational..."
More.. implanted Tamaranians. They're not doing menial work. That's all been automated. Rather, they're demonstrating particular points of knowledge. An older, heavily scarred Tamaranian man delivers a lecture on strategy while another with two skeletal cybernetic arms gives one on battlefield medicine. Mostly male, I note. I'm not sure whether the Citadelians are really chauvinistic or not, but… If they're increasing the size of their local population and.. want more.. entertainment...
"…pods, but there is still a hard limit on how rapidly they can be grown. Once we move into the open…"
I didn't see any evidence that they'd dumped the bodies outside. If.. Tamaranians built this place then there should be a far larger number than in evidence so far. I risk a general area scan and note their positions.
"…particularly proud of."
The Admiral waits while the control system for a large vault confirms his identity, then the huge and heavily reinforced doors slide open and he leads the way through. The… Vast, aircraft hangar like chamber beyond… It reminds me a little of the room in which Kon and I found Match. Row upon row of liquid-filled tanks piled up at least twelve high, techno-organic tubes feeding into the partially developed Citadelians within.
"More sophisticated even than the gestation units in the Citadel Complex itself."
I affect an expression of polite interest. "Tamaranian work?"
"Yes, but not their design." He plays with the orange ring in his right hand, appearing momentarily hypnotised by it. For a fleeting moment I notice the same double desire set I saw from his fellow Admiral back on Rashashoon. "We originally tried to copy as near as possible the design the Psions used during the First's creation, but they themselves had improved it since then."
"You have Psions working here? Isn't that a bit of a risk?"
"Only two. They considered-" Two levels above us a Psion is checking a display. He looks down at us, then turns away and heads towards a lift. "-it worth labouring for us in secret in exchange for as many Tamaranian subjects as they could get. Naturally, they can't leave until we are ready to reveal ourselves."
"And then?"
"The Psions are allies. We will stick to the terms of our agreement. Besides, if we kept them here they might decide to try recreating X'Hal. And we could hardly have that." The lift platform descends from the upper level, prompting the Admiral to look around. "Ah, Fon, we were just talking about you."
"Yes, I heard." He looks at me, apparently fascinated. "And an.. Orange Lantern. It seems that I owe Tront a small sum of money."
"You've done some impressive work here." Work I can't let you continue somewhere else. At least there -probably- won't be off-site backups.
"Fon, I'm afraid that I'm going to be ordering the transfer of those two females you wanted to play with."
I see a momentary puff of orange. Frustrated desire, and… Some sort of machine? "That is… Quite inconvenient. The Tamaranians who work here don't have the solar exposure we need for our studies. This could set us back quite considerably."
"Oh, come now! In a few thousand neegaths' time you can go back to the Wombworld with more than enough credit to set up your own research centre and buy your own subjects."
Fon returns his attention to me. "What do you want with them, anyway?"
Admiral Drolyk throws back his head. "HAHAHAHAHA!"
"Admiral?"
"Is it not obvious?" The Admiral calms down a little. "I realise that you are a creature of pure intellect, but some of us relish the functionality of our genitals!"
Fon's mouth falls open in a Psion expression of distaste. "Really? I am to lose valuable research subjects in order to-? What has he offered you?"
The Admiral strides past him, right hand out flat to the side with the Ceebis ring sat on his palm.
Dismay. "Ahh. That.. does make sense."
"The Admiral agreed to throw in the rest as a bonus, but I will admit to a particular interest in these two." I shrug. "Sorry."
"Frustrating, but… Very well." We're getting closer to the armoured doors on the other side of the chamber. Fon picks up his pace, jogging out ahead and triggering the door mechanism. "We haven't gotten around to.. tidying them up yet, but it you're prepared to accept them 'as they are', you may as well take them now."
"Thank you."
There's a short passageway between the two rooms, and I wouldn't need a power ring to tell that there are automated defence systems embedded in it. Their teleportation system is probably through here as well. I wonder how they disguise it? The Admiral has to be intelligent enough to know that he can't completely trust them. Then… The whole reason why he's working with the Psions is their technical and scientific brilliance. What sort of monitoring could he use that they couldn't bypass?
The far door opens at Fon's order, opening out onto a clean and sterile laboratory. Actually, it's… Almost featureless. I frown as I have the ring scan-.
"The laboratory is programmable. Everything we need folds away. That way we don't trip over equipment we don't need for whatever experiment we're conducting." Fon heads over to a computer terminal. "Hm. I'll have the drones bring up your… New toys for you."
I think… Yes, I think Alan will let me off on this one.
Fon looks at a piece of machinery that looks like… A quidditch goal, maybe? "I may as well pack some of this for transport if I'm not going to get the chance to use it."
"What's that supposed to do?"
"Make them explode, probably. But we'd learn from exactly when and why they exploded. Ah well." He presses a button and the device powers down. "Perhaps some other time."
A door opens in the side of the room and…
And the Universe 16 versions of Komand'r and Koriand'r. They're barely conscious as the drone-platforms they're strapped to float into the main laboratory, though I can see Komand'r's eyes fluttering as she tries to focus. They're both naked, and I can see dried blood-. Some of their wounds are neat, possibly from the Psions' 'investigations'. The rest, a little older, look like blunt object impacts and.. weapon burns. And some-.
"Well, no matter." The Admiral grins at me. "We can float them up to the surface for you and-"
"I had wondered, given the size difference, how you and your men derived 'entertainment' from them."
"Hah! As the saying goes, 'if brute force doesn't work, you're not using enough!'"
I nod. "Yes. So I see. Admiral, thank you. As far as I'm concerned you may now put on that ring."
"Excellent!" He grasps it with his left hand and holds out his right. "For the Citadel and the First!"
He slides it onto his middle right finger, orange light flowing over him and his uniform growing an orange sigil on the chest. He holds out his arms to look at the effect, his eyes glowing with orange sigils embedded in his irises.
"The… The power!" He rises into the air, orange lights flickering around his body. "I am equal to the Green Lanterns! The might of the Citadel will cover the universe with me as its greatest warrior, commander and Emperor! I shall be unstoppable!"
And then he explodes.
10:24 GMT
"…precise chemical mix to ensure that the optimal…"
The facility may be shielded against power rings from the outside, but the inside is wide open.
"…pseudo-telepathic induction, but with future generations we can simply use…"
A passing touch on one of the 'new-type' Citadelians tells me that they're genetically identical to the old type. They haven't made improvements to the genome. The brain structure looked more or less the same, but I don't have a wide variety of samples to compare him to.
"…education. At this point that's really all they're good for, beyond our recreational..."
More.. implanted Tamaranians. They're not doing menial work. That's all been automated. Rather, they're demonstrating particular points of knowledge. An older, heavily scarred Tamaranian man delivers a lecture on strategy while another with two skeletal cybernetic arms gives one on battlefield medicine. Mostly male, I note. I'm not sure whether the Citadelians are really chauvinistic or not, but… If they're increasing the size of their local population and.. want more.. entertainment...
"…pods, but there is still a hard limit on how rapidly they can be grown. Once we move into the open…"
I didn't see any evidence that they'd dumped the bodies outside. If.. Tamaranians built this place then there should be a far larger number than in evidence so far. I risk a general area scan and note their positions.
"…particularly proud of."
The Admiral waits while the control system for a large vault confirms his identity, then the huge and heavily reinforced doors slide open and he leads the way through. The… Vast, aircraft hangar like chamber beyond… It reminds me a little of the room in which Kon and I found Match. Row upon row of liquid-filled tanks piled up at least twelve high, techno-organic tubes feeding into the partially developed Citadelians within.
"More sophisticated even than the gestation units in the Citadel Complex itself."
I affect an expression of polite interest. "Tamaranian work?"
"Yes, but not their design." He plays with the orange ring in his right hand, appearing momentarily hypnotised by it. For a fleeting moment I notice the same double desire set I saw from his fellow Admiral back on Rashashoon. "We originally tried to copy as near as possible the design the Psions used during the First's creation, but they themselves had improved it since then."
"You have Psions working here? Isn't that a bit of a risk?"
"Only two. They considered-" Two levels above us a Psion is checking a display. He looks down at us, then turns away and heads towards a lift. "-it worth labouring for us in secret in exchange for as many Tamaranian subjects as they could get. Naturally, they can't leave until we are ready to reveal ourselves."
"And then?"
"The Psions are allies. We will stick to the terms of our agreement. Besides, if we kept them here they might decide to try recreating X'Hal. And we could hardly have that." The lift platform descends from the upper level, prompting the Admiral to look around. "Ah, Fon, we were just talking about you."
"Yes, I heard." He looks at me, apparently fascinated. "And an.. Orange Lantern. It seems that I owe Tront a small sum of money."
"You've done some impressive work here." Work I can't let you continue somewhere else. At least there -probably- won't be off-site backups.
"Fon, I'm afraid that I'm going to be ordering the transfer of those two females you wanted to play with."
I see a momentary puff of orange. Frustrated desire, and… Some sort of machine? "That is… Quite inconvenient. The Tamaranians who work here don't have the solar exposure we need for our studies. This could set us back quite considerably."
"Oh, come now! In a few thousand neegaths' time you can go back to the Wombworld with more than enough credit to set up your own research centre and buy your own subjects."
Fon returns his attention to me. "What do you want with them, anyway?"
Admiral Drolyk throws back his head. "HAHAHAHAHA!"
"Admiral?"
"Is it not obvious?" The Admiral calms down a little. "I realise that you are a creature of pure intellect, but some of us relish the functionality of our genitals!"
Fon's mouth falls open in a Psion expression of distaste. "Really? I am to lose valuable research subjects in order to-? What has he offered you?"
The Admiral strides past him, right hand out flat to the side with the Ceebis ring sat on his palm.
Dismay. "Ahh. That.. does make sense."
"The Admiral agreed to throw in the rest as a bonus, but I will admit to a particular interest in these two." I shrug. "Sorry."
"Frustrating, but… Very well." We're getting closer to the armoured doors on the other side of the chamber. Fon picks up his pace, jogging out ahead and triggering the door mechanism. "We haven't gotten around to.. tidying them up yet, but it you're prepared to accept them 'as they are', you may as well take them now."
"Thank you."
There's a short passageway between the two rooms, and I wouldn't need a power ring to tell that there are automated defence systems embedded in it. Their teleportation system is probably through here as well. I wonder how they disguise it? The Admiral has to be intelligent enough to know that he can't completely trust them. Then… The whole reason why he's working with the Psions is their technical and scientific brilliance. What sort of monitoring could he use that they couldn't bypass?
The far door opens at Fon's order, opening out onto a clean and sterile laboratory. Actually, it's… Almost featureless. I frown as I have the ring scan-.
"The laboratory is programmable. Everything we need folds away. That way we don't trip over equipment we don't need for whatever experiment we're conducting." Fon heads over to a computer terminal. "Hm. I'll have the drones bring up your… New toys for you."
I think… Yes, I think Alan will let me off on this one.
Fon looks at a piece of machinery that looks like… A quidditch goal, maybe? "I may as well pack some of this for transport if I'm not going to get the chance to use it."
"What's that supposed to do?"
"Make them explode, probably. But we'd learn from exactly when and why they exploded. Ah well." He presses a button and the device powers down. "Perhaps some other time."
A door opens in the side of the room and…
And the Universe 16 versions of Komand'r and Koriand'r. They're barely conscious as the drone-platforms they're strapped to float into the main laboratory, though I can see Komand'r's eyes fluttering as she tries to focus. They're both naked, and I can see dried blood-. Some of their wounds are neat, possibly from the Psions' 'investigations'. The rest, a little older, look like blunt object impacts and.. weapon burns. And some-.
"Well, no matter." The Admiral grins at me. "We can float them up to the surface for you and-"
"I had wondered, given the size difference, how you and your men derived 'entertainment' from them."
"Hah! As the saying goes, 'if brute force doesn't work, you're not using enough!'"
I nod. "Yes. So I see. Admiral, thank you. As far as I'm concerned you may now put on that ring."
"Excellent!" He grasps it with his left hand and holds out his right. "For the Citadel and the First!"
He slides it onto his middle right finger, orange light flowing over him and his uniform growing an orange sigil on the chest. He holds out his arms to look at the effect, his eyes glowing with orange sigils embedded in his irises.
"The… The power!" He rises into the air, orange lights flickering around his body. "I am equal to the Green Lanterns! The might of the Citadel will cover the universe with me as its greatest warrior, commander and Emperor! I shall be unstoppable!"
And then he explodes.
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- Location
- madison
Paul is a cold motherfucker when he's angry. Though I think he maybe should have been farther away before pulling the pin out of that grenade.
Cause Paul wanted him to.
Or because Ceebis the Cheeto Colored Construct suddenly appeared in the space the dude was occupying.
Could be Larfleeze manifesting through a construct, just as he did last time Paul fought one of Larfleeze's constructs.
And then Larfleeze blew the guy up because he took a ring.
On the plus side: The clamor to get access to an Orange Power Ring may die down a little bit, now that they've seen someone start going crazy and then explode when they put one on...
And then Larfleeze blew the guy up because he took a ring.
On the plus side: The clamor to get access to an Orange Power Ring may die down a little bit, now that they've seen someone start going crazy and then explode when they put one on...
Lubaf
Cat in a washing machine in space?
- Location
- Here
Well, that was certainly a punchline.
Thanks
Luc "Wondering How Paul Will Talk His Way Out Of This" French
- Location
- Hampden Park
Thank you, corrected.
I couldn't find a better picture. That's from a time in the comics where Larfleeze branded Stel and sent him to the Guardians to tell them that he considered the Controller's entry to Vega to be a violation of his treaty with them.
Finagle007
[Verified Great Old One]
- Pronouns
- He/Him/His
Incoming Larfleeze in three... two... one...
If Larfleeze shows up, won't he sort of notice Paul being like, right there.
Empiricist2
Let's play doctor!
- Location
- Baton Rouge
IRL, I'm against the death penalty. I generally try to empathize with other people's points of view. A while back, I mentioned that I think in a society with enough resources that criminals should merely be stopped from doing the same crime again but otherwise receive no punishment.
But this... No, fuck em. Scan the place, then burn it to the fucking ground around the ears of everyone who ever had a free hand in making it. Rip their smug grins from their faces then smother them with it. Wipe every record of their existence from the galaxy. Utterly unmake everything they are and strive for. If the rest of the Citadel is like this, make historians question why an unknown civilization fell leaving no records at all and no surviving infrastructure.
They aren't that much worse than OTL sex traffickers or Da'esh members. Just on a larger scale due to being an interstellar empire.
- Location
- Hampden Park
Thank you. I don't suppose that the website shows the panels right before that as well, does it?
lancelot
Completely worth it
So Starfire and her sister don't have the powers that they're known for in Canon?
Hmm. Pretty sure this means Starfire and Blackfire won't have their comic book powers, since the Psions have't tried to make them explode yet.
Replied in a PM. Anyone else can PM me if they'd like the same link.
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