Jamie Roberts
Hávamál 127
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Slightly late Zig, sorry, but I'm not sure if anyone's answered your question yet. Just in case, you should know that Paul was referring to the real life Iraq.
With This Ring (Young Justice SI) (Thread Twelve)
- Thread starter Mr Zoat
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Slightly late Zig, sorry, but I'm not sure if anyone's answered your question yet. Just in case, you should know that Paul was referring to the real life Iraq.
*nods* That's part of why Paul was so upset with the League, that they had apparently opted to sacrifice Zatarra in favour of Fate, even though at least in season one, Fate wasn't a big improvement in power. It seems so out of character for them that he half suspected they were being mentally influenced by Nabu.
What is the Age of Ultron reference?
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- Hampden Park
It's a supervillain thing. I wouldn't expect you to understand.
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Actually, I'd rather glad that you don't.
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- texas
Good to know, and actually, looking forward to Sayd showing up sometime.
That does make me curious though.
You've mentioned before that one of the choke points for the GLC is that there aren't more Guardians to go around.
I had just assumed that you were going with the "they're all blue little men who forgot what sex was billions of years ago"approach, but with female guardians that just doesn't fly.
So what is the issue stopping Guardians from increasing their numbers?
Marvel had the pro-registration side be pro-torture, murder, treason, slavery, and kidnapping, with a literal nazi war criminal being on their side, and yet they thought that "the pro-registration side is morally right" would be a popular opinion among their readership, the Sally Floyd stupidity, as immensely stupid as that was, is really the least of the problems with that storyline.
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Simple: they left. The original Maltusians are people for whom spacecraft are at most a convenience, like a bicycle; not something necessary for space travel. And they don't seem to breed much anymore. So over time they probably just wandered off for one reason or another and never came back; and over millions of years that adds up.
In other words, it's rather like how Africa isn't home to billions of humans, with only a scatter of us elsewhere. It wasn't all that hard for us to leave, so many did; if we lived as long and bred as slowly as Maltusians it would probably be pretty much deserted too.
Xavier Bronze
The Avatar
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- Metropolis
"Yes, this is what I want; all of you against all of me."
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- texas
Certainly possible.
But for that to matter the Guardians, who are supposedly the most technologically advanced race in the universe, can't grow people in tanks like Cadmus can.
Or use members of some other species as surrogates, or create hybrids like their cousins the Zamarons did.
I mean, I can tell you why the guardians of Oa don't have more kids?
The guardians have a 'no emotions but will, and everyone knows that that isn't really an emotion, but we need to use emotions to power our stuff because it is vastly superior even to our other tech' thing going on. They simply removed there capacity for love and lust.
In the comics, Larfleeze is the only person with an orange attunement for a long period of time (eventually Sayd, but same arguments mostly apply). Larfleeze just no longer understands social concepts, and would just assimilate anything he liked.
The Zamorans do have a substantial number of kids, because love attunement, but male Malthusians...
The controllers have less of an excuse.
The guardians have a 'no emotions but will, and everyone knows that that isn't really an emotion, but we need to use emotions to power our stuff because it is vastly superior even to our other tech' thing going on. They simply removed there capacity for love and lust.
In the comics, Larfleeze is the only person with an orange attunement for a long period of time (eventually Sayd, but same arguments mostly apply). Larfleeze just no longer understands social concepts, and would just assimilate anything he liked.
The Zamorans do have a substantial number of kids, because love attunement, but male Malthusians...
The controllers have less of an excuse.
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- texas
The same is true of the Zamarons, which in no way stopped them from reproducing to increase their numbers.
As someone pointed out a thread or two ago, it's to be expected Larfleeze wouldn't have children. He's not going to give sperm to anyone else after all.
"You can't have that sperm! It's mine!!"
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I am actually somewhat unsure if the emotional electromagnetic spectrum attunement is in any way passed down, I think that it is reasonably possible that Zamorans expose there children to the violet light in large quantities with safeguards (such as the staff system) to prevent them from going nuts, eventually leading to the mindset appropriate for a star sapphire corps member.
Yes, that is kinda mind control, but there is also an empathy component, and there is no actual imposed morality or anything.
Also, I remember when Paul was talking to everyone about his super invasive scan borne information, Kaldur mentioned that he wished for him to talk to him about that after a mission. Did that happen on screen?
Yes, that is kinda mind control, but there is also an empathy component, and there is no actual imposed morality or anything.
Also, I remember when Paul was talking to everyone about his super invasive scan borne information, Kaldur mentioned that he wished for him to talk to him about that after a mission. Did that happen on screen?
Quite possibly a long conversation. OL would be interested in getting his side of the story, and Sinestro wouldn't have any particular bone to pick with Orange Lanterns initially.
Paul would likely attempt non-lethal combat with him, becuase at this point, unless Sinestro has obtained his gimmicks, even skilled lanterns would probably fail to him.
Sinestro is fairly logical, and I think someone that Paul would try to rehabilitate. His aims are reasonable, and he isn't super stuck on 'supervillain methodology'.
Actually, Sinestro is the kind of person who I think wouldn't attack him unprovoked, so it is... possible that they would just talk.
Sinestro is fairly logical, and I think someone that Paul would try to rehabilitate. His aims are reasonable, and he isn't super stuck on 'supervillain methodology'.
Actually, Sinestro is the kind of person who I think wouldn't attack him unprovoked, so it is... possible that they would just talk.
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Fluffy
Destroyer of.......most worlds
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- High Earth Orbit
so its the planetary equivalent of a dog house? or a hamster cage maybe?
- Location
- United states
Think you are reading too much into it. Other people may leave on Maltus but there are only a few hundred Maltusians on it. Not enough to justify a city. Especially since a lot of them seem to be doing their own thing.
Control (part 8)
- Location
- Hampden Park
17th July
03:11 GMT
"You want..?" She glances at the airlock door and then back at me. "The Controllers are ancient, powerful and from what I've heard not the easiest people to get along with. Do you really think just turning up is the right approach?"
"I've got a creature more ancient and powerful than them inside my personal lantern. I want to establish a very particular dynamic in my relationship with the Controllers and… We have a saying on my world: start as you mean to go on." I fully focus on her, eyes glowing orange. "Why is it that you work for them?"
"My people's homeworld was taken over by the Reach centuries ago. The descendants of the refugees they helped get away live on a world they made for us. I owe them, and I owe the Reach."
"I don't owe them anything, as far as I know. I want to suggest something… Help them do something that's far more in their interests than mine. I'm not approaching them as a supplicant."
"I don't know what you could offer people who can build planets-."
"A Central Power Battery. An object that would let them stand as equals of their Guardian cousins. Not to-."
"More Lanterns! The exo-mantle's powerful, but it's nothing compared to a power ring!"
"Just so. So I'm going to be a little pushy." Rings settling on my ring fingers I wave my right forefinger at the airlock door. "So, would you mind?"
She nods and starts pressing buttons. "I'll let the defence systems know that you're coming."
I smile. "Appreciated. Being shot would rather put a dampener on things."
The inner door fades to nothing and I step through. Hm. What else could I do to make my point..? Ah, of course. My armour and robes vanish into subspace, the cloth which emerges to replace them pulling itself tight around me to create a uniform obviously designed to match what the Green Lanterns wear. A bright orange patch front and back, a little like a female one piece swimming costume. Dark grey for the arms and legs, then orange boots and… White gloves, I think. And… Okay, and a tiny mask. I'm labouring a point, not dressing in a way that makes any sense at all.
I open and close my hands, getting used to the pull of the fabric. I look like a… A superhero. Oh well, it had to happen eventually. At least there's next to no chance of me seeing combat around here.
"Good luck!"
"Thank you." The door behind me fades back into existence, then the atmosphere begins being sucked out. I float off the ground, drifting towards the outer door. So close. I hold out my right hand and call my personal lantern out of subspace, taking a firm grip on its handle. Having the lantern on hand should further reinforce the parallel.
You ready in there, Ophidian?
We will get many you now? And then squash the Gnat?
I like to think that it will take you a little while to find someone as good as-
You will always be my favourite.
-me… Um, thank you. It will probably still be a little while before there are any other Orange Lanterns, but dealing with Larfleeze should probably happen a little sooner. Hopefully days at most.
I will be patient.
You should also remember that-
The outer door fades away, giving me a clear view of the planet below. Sto-Maltus is shining brightly today, making the greys and pale browns of the inhabited areas blend into the surrounding countryside. At night I imagine that the density of inhabitation means that the cities are brightly illuminated while the other areas are pitch black.
-the people we're going to meet are the Guardians' cousins. They'll probably look fairly similar to you.
They will be mine?
In the sense that they'll be working to establish the Orange Lantern Corps, I hope so. Please don't try eating them.
I will not eat them.
Okay then.
I float out of the ship, immediately altering my velocity relative to the ship so that it pulls away. Right, mapping? Orange lines appear in my vision, marking out cities, busy areas of sky and my eventual destination. I begin flying towards the planet… Nah.
Ophidian.
Yes, my Agent?
Out you come.
Yes, my Agent! The Green Cousins will quake at my magnificence!
The core of my lantern erupts with orange light as the Ophidian pulls herself outward and into the material universe. She starts small, her head easily fitting through the aperture as she undulates into space. The ring starts sending me 'weapon lock detected' messages immediately… But if they had anything that could stop an Embodiment I doubt that the Reach would be giving them such trouble. The Ophidian continues to grow as she pulls more and more body free. Her head is now as wide as my shoulders and her body is now broad enough that it can't come directly out of my lantern. Rather, it emerges from the orange glow just in front of the core.
The Ophidian coils upwards into the space 'above' me, her face constantly pointing towards the planet. It is a fascinating sight when looked upon with empathic vision; more dots than I can casually count paired with areas where the colours just cut out. I'm not surprised that the Controllers have ways of blocking it. In fact, it's reassuring that they haven't abandoned emotional spectrum technology completely. That means that it's a virtual certainty that they can make rings. I wasn't significantly worried about that, but it's nice to know that I don't need to.
My lantern has one last blast of orange light as the Ophidian pulls the tip of her tail free, then drops down to its usual levels of illumination. Doesn't.. look.. any the worse for wear. Good. I tighten my hold and accelerate upwards, generating a construct saddle just behind the Ophidian's head.
"You wish to ride me, my Agent?"
"It would probably make a stronger impression."
She bends, her head descending underneath me. Then she stops. "Let them never forget our arrival."
"Tally-ho, then."
The planet's surface wheels past as she dips her head again, then we're shooting forwards in a way which would have utterly terrified me a little over a year ago. The Ophidian wants to go somewhere and we're going there. It takes seconds before the atmosphere is being shoved aside by a faintly glowing orange barrier, then a handful more for the closer two hive cities to shoot by as we head towards our destination. More weapon locks every second and I'm fairly confident that the Ophidian doesn't have my scry immunity. I can see our target growing larger ahead and the Ophidian dips again, aiming herself between the largest rows of buildings. The Controllers' building is in the exact centre of the city now flashing past us, showing that they haven't completely abandoned the Guardians' ideas on order and structure.
We're moving too fast for my eyes to really pick up on individual things. The air cars are clearing the skies, but the Ophidian casually flows around any that haven't got the message. I see… Oh, those are the click click-click scrape clicks. They look a bit like armoured caterpillars, their forelegs and mandibles acting as manipulator appendages. Interesting.
Up ahead I see our ultimate destination, and… A single individual stands before the front entrance, arms folded behind his back. I'm assuming his based on the lack of breasts; my scan isn't showing me a thing. His robes are blue and red and show a courageous amount of thigh. His eyes seem to be blank white spaces while the glow from the talisman around his neck is matched by the glow from the centre of his forehead.
Finally. A Controller.
03:11 GMT
"You want..?" She glances at the airlock door and then back at me. "The Controllers are ancient, powerful and from what I've heard not the easiest people to get along with. Do you really think just turning up is the right approach?"
"I've got a creature more ancient and powerful than them inside my personal lantern. I want to establish a very particular dynamic in my relationship with the Controllers and… We have a saying on my world: start as you mean to go on." I fully focus on her, eyes glowing orange. "Why is it that you work for them?"
"My people's homeworld was taken over by the Reach centuries ago. The descendants of the refugees they helped get away live on a world they made for us. I owe them, and I owe the Reach."
"I don't owe them anything, as far as I know. I want to suggest something… Help them do something that's far more in their interests than mine. I'm not approaching them as a supplicant."
"I don't know what you could offer people who can build planets-."
"A Central Power Battery. An object that would let them stand as equals of their Guardian cousins. Not to-."
"More Lanterns! The exo-mantle's powerful, but it's nothing compared to a power ring!"
"Just so. So I'm going to be a little pushy." Rings settling on my ring fingers I wave my right forefinger at the airlock door. "So, would you mind?"
She nods and starts pressing buttons. "I'll let the defence systems know that you're coming."
I smile. "Appreciated. Being shot would rather put a dampener on things."
The inner door fades to nothing and I step through. Hm. What else could I do to make my point..? Ah, of course. My armour and robes vanish into subspace, the cloth which emerges to replace them pulling itself tight around me to create a uniform obviously designed to match what the Green Lanterns wear. A bright orange patch front and back, a little like a female one piece swimming costume. Dark grey for the arms and legs, then orange boots and… White gloves, I think. And… Okay, and a tiny mask. I'm labouring a point, not dressing in a way that makes any sense at all.
I open and close my hands, getting used to the pull of the fabric. I look like a… A superhero. Oh well, it had to happen eventually. At least there's next to no chance of me seeing combat around here.
"Good luck!"
"Thank you." The door behind me fades back into existence, then the atmosphere begins being sucked out. I float off the ground, drifting towards the outer door. So close. I hold out my right hand and call my personal lantern out of subspace, taking a firm grip on its handle. Having the lantern on hand should further reinforce the parallel.
You ready in there, Ophidian?
We will get many you now? And then squash the Gnat?
I like to think that it will take you a little while to find someone as good as-
You will always be my favourite.
-me… Um, thank you. It will probably still be a little while before there are any other Orange Lanterns, but dealing with Larfleeze should probably happen a little sooner. Hopefully days at most.
I will be patient.
You should also remember that-
The outer door fades away, giving me a clear view of the planet below. Sto-Maltus is shining brightly today, making the greys and pale browns of the inhabited areas blend into the surrounding countryside. At night I imagine that the density of inhabitation means that the cities are brightly illuminated while the other areas are pitch black.
-the people we're going to meet are the Guardians' cousins. They'll probably look fairly similar to you.
They will be mine?
In the sense that they'll be working to establish the Orange Lantern Corps, I hope so. Please don't try eating them.
I will not eat them.
Okay then.
I float out of the ship, immediately altering my velocity relative to the ship so that it pulls away. Right, mapping? Orange lines appear in my vision, marking out cities, busy areas of sky and my eventual destination. I begin flying towards the planet… Nah.
Ophidian.
Yes, my Agent?
Out you come.
Yes, my Agent! The Green Cousins will quake at my magnificence!
The core of my lantern erupts with orange light as the Ophidian pulls herself outward and into the material universe. She starts small, her head easily fitting through the aperture as she undulates into space. The ring starts sending me 'weapon lock detected' messages immediately… But if they had anything that could stop an Embodiment I doubt that the Reach would be giving them such trouble. The Ophidian continues to grow as she pulls more and more body free. Her head is now as wide as my shoulders and her body is now broad enough that it can't come directly out of my lantern. Rather, it emerges from the orange glow just in front of the core.
The Ophidian coils upwards into the space 'above' me, her face constantly pointing towards the planet. It is a fascinating sight when looked upon with empathic vision; more dots than I can casually count paired with areas where the colours just cut out. I'm not surprised that the Controllers have ways of blocking it. In fact, it's reassuring that they haven't abandoned emotional spectrum technology completely. That means that it's a virtual certainty that they can make rings. I wasn't significantly worried about that, but it's nice to know that I don't need to.
My lantern has one last blast of orange light as the Ophidian pulls the tip of her tail free, then drops down to its usual levels of illumination. Doesn't.. look.. any the worse for wear. Good. I tighten my hold and accelerate upwards, generating a construct saddle just behind the Ophidian's head.
"You wish to ride me, my Agent?"
"It would probably make a stronger impression."
She bends, her head descending underneath me. Then she stops. "Let them never forget our arrival."
"Tally-ho, then."
The planet's surface wheels past as she dips her head again, then we're shooting forwards in a way which would have utterly terrified me a little over a year ago. The Ophidian wants to go somewhere and we're going there. It takes seconds before the atmosphere is being shoved aside by a faintly glowing orange barrier, then a handful more for the closer two hive cities to shoot by as we head towards our destination. More weapon locks every second and I'm fairly confident that the Ophidian doesn't have my scry immunity. I can see our target growing larger ahead and the Ophidian dips again, aiming herself between the largest rows of buildings. The Controllers' building is in the exact centre of the city now flashing past us, showing that they haven't completely abandoned the Guardians' ideas on order and structure.
We're moving too fast for my eyes to really pick up on individual things. The air cars are clearing the skies, but the Ophidian casually flows around any that haven't got the message. I see… Oh, those are the click click-click scrape clicks. They look a bit like armoured caterpillars, their forelegs and mandibles acting as manipulator appendages. Interesting.
Up ahead I see our ultimate destination, and… A single individual stands before the front entrance, arms folded behind his back. I'm assuming his based on the lack of breasts; my scan isn't showing me a thing. His robes are blue and red and show a courageous amount of thigh. His eyes seem to be blank white spaces while the glow from the talisman around his neck is matched by the glow from the centre of his forehead.
Finally. A Controller.
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It begins.
RichardWhereat
Feanor did nothing wrong.
- Location
- Australia
IT'S HAPPENING!
Let's not start that again. We got a mod warning last time.
"If you know what I mean."
Orbital
Cyberpsycho
Such delightful phrasing.
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