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With This Ring (Young Justice SI) (Thread Twelve)
- Thread starter Mr Zoat
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Empiricist2
Let's play doctor!
- Location
- Baton Rouge
You know, normally I would make a joke about you using then vs. than, but in this case it honestly work either way.
Jamie Roberts
Hávamál 127
- Location
- N/A
- Pronouns
- she/her
I told you: entertainment value.
Since when do I care?
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Also, lets be frank: anybody who stole my identity would have to deal with suddenly having no friends, countless enemies, the well earned distrust of everyone around them, and suddenly being on a whole bunch of watchlists.
- Location
- london
I've been lurking over on SB since Gude-willie waught and it's very odd to see thread marks on a With This Ring thread
Silverias
Seeing is Believing
- Location
- Squiddy Places
We all know that's not true, Jamie. The gibbering voices in your head are friends, by some definitions.
Jamie Roberts
Hávamál 127
- Location
- N/A
- Pronouns
- she/her
In order to be a friend, one must first be friendly.
Cherico
Machine
..........
You mean were not friends? Wow... I kind of feel like crap now.
Jamie Roberts
Hávamál 127
- Location
- N/A
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- she/her
Stop trying to make me feel uncomfortable!
Anyway, I tend to define friendship rather more strictly than other people do. Its nothing personal; we just use different definitions of the word.
Stars, Crossed (part 25)
- Location
- Hampden Park
7th January 2004
16:42 GMT
"Hello, Commander Talak."
He barely reacts, scowl deepening slightly. "He's off the bridge." He turns to Lieutenant Kragger. "Anti-boarding protocol sixteen."
Kragger bows his head in acknowledgement. "I'll get right on it, Commander."
Thanagarian armour plating means that if I want to forcibly connect myself to the system by power ring I would usually have to maintain either a filament or construct link, but a few seconds' fabrication work bypasses that requirement nicely. I put the plate back after I implanted my bug so unless their internal sensors are a lot better than I think they are they'd have to pull apart the entire ship to work out how I'm doing it. Of course, if I actually get into the primary computer core their arses are mine anyway.
I stop for a moment, wincing as a new wave of pain spreads through my abdomen. It… I think that the pain is decreasing, but it could just be that I'm getting used to it. "Commander, is there any chance I can talk you out of this? I saw what you are building in Libya. You have to realise that the attack is never going to work if we've seen it coming."
"I have nothing to say to you, monster."
"I'm a monster? I saw your plan of attack, Commander. How many are going to die even if it works perfectly?" Come on, say something incriminating.
"The Gordanian homeworld will be razed to the ground and the war will be over."
Two marines jog into view at the intersection just ahead of me. I'm getting the impression that they're a little short staffed. They get half a second to stare at me in shock before my eyebeams pierce their spines. Protocol sixteen means they're using health monitors to guide others to my location, but they only trigger if the wearer dies. Paralysis won't set them off. This is what they get for not using proper power armour.
"Don't be absurd. The original Gordanian homeworld is a slave-operated agricultural planet in the Vega Systems called Karna, and it's controlled by the Citadel Empire. You're threatening my Throne World of New Gordane."
"Whatever it is called, soon it will be ash."
"And then what? You know full well the fleet has already left and is heading to Thanagar. You've got… Days at most. Even if you carry out your objective you won't be able to stop it." This is the problem with soldiers; if someone with the fancy hat tells them that a plan will work they just put their heads down and push on. He doesn't have the authority to call the whole thing off so he probably won't even consider what I'm saying. Fortunately for me, the bridge computers had access to records on the state of the war. My alter ego hasn't exactly been Geneva Convention compliant but then neither have the Thanagarians. I can't say exactly what his motives were… "At each step of the campaign I have offered your people honourable terms. I would do so aga-."
"Terms you knew we would not accept."
"Terms you could have accepted with a minimal loss of face. I want to conquer your people and integrate them into my Empire, not eradicate them entirely."
"We remember what your people did on New Andar."
"A perfectly predictable result if you site your ground based defence systems in the middle of inhabited areas. And have a population almost entirely under arms."
"The Gordanians are slavers and raiders. Your promises mean nothing."
"I haven't broken my word at any point during this conflict. No, this is about-"
He bares his teeth as he turns to his subordinate. "Can we not get him out of the system?"
Kragger cringes slightly. "We're.. trying, sir."
"-your rulers' pride." No, this isn't working. Not too far from my objective, now. Another approach. "I was talking to Shayera about it earlier-" He goes rigid. "-and-."
"Sir,-" Kragger sidles up to him. "-he probably just got her name from our database."
"Why would her name be in your database? She's not part of your crew. No, I had a chat with her on the Watchtower… Her intelligence reports mentioned that, didn't they? We went over the plan, and she agreed that not only was it unworkable, but would almost certainly doom your species. I mean, my control over the Gordanians only goes so far. If you do this, they will hunt down every last Thanagarian in the Universe. You've seen the statistics. You know the strength of our fleet, or you would not be attempting this act of desperation. Commander, this will not result in your victory."
Ring, play recording.
"It… I didn't want to believe it, but that's what a hyperspatial bypass of that size should look like. I didn't know the war with the Gordanians was going that badly."
"Sir, that could easily be falsified."
"…the only way I can help my people.. is to help the Gordanians win the war."
"Aaaaaah!" He grabs Kragger around the upper arms. "Find him!"
Can't use rage. "She and her lover, the former Green Lantern John Stewart, are friends of mine." There's something in his response, a slight change in posture. That hurt. "Surprised? You shouldn't be. Five years apart and you show up trying to kill… How many people? All her new friends... How many are you willing to kill rather than capitulate? How many must die before Thanagar has its fill of blood?"
"Six and a half billion on Earth. Two billion on Gratan. One billion on Sesyus. AND FOUR BILLION GORDANIANS! FOR THANAGAR I WILL DESTROY EVERY ONE OF YOU!"
Thank you. "Stewart, did you get that?"
"I got it alright. Relaying now."
"Let me know when it kicks off."
Talak snaps out of it. "What? Who was that?"
"Another man. A better man than you. And you should include in your count the five billion Thanagarians on Thanagar. And the three billion Lizarkons. Not that I imagine you care about them. Hmm, or maybe they'll take my offer? Maybe they're a little less mental than you bird types."
Ah, there we are: the communications room. Better guarded than when Batman snuck in. No way I can take all that without letting someone know what I'm up to.
"All will burn. All will die. Not for the glory of Thanagar. Not even for its survival. For your pride, Commander."
I hang up. I don't know exactly what the nations of the world will do when they hear him openly saying he intends to destroy the Earth, but I do know that this ship is perfectly capable of jamming worldwide communications. At present, at least.
I fly at full speed-
"Grayven! He's here!"
-eyes glowing as beams burn through the chests of the first two guards. Immediately the other marines fire back, energy beams slamming into my construct armour. And I can't afford to let the armour go down and it's cracking already. Another two fall as I get inside melee range. The closest drops his gun and charges me barehanded while the others grab their melee weapons. Eyebeams take two more as I punch my attacker in the ribs hard enough to cave them in. No time for flashiness as the rest lunge in from all directions. I grab an arm to turn aside a mace strike and fly sideways to get outside the reach of an axe. Can't concentrate long enough for a construct. Grab, crunch-
"Huuuuuuh!"
-micro transition, shoot, agh! Two marines shot me from the far end of the corridor. I take a second to form a minigun construct, forcing them back into RAAAAAGH! AH! FUCKING FUCK FUCK! An Nth metal spear just, uhh, just hit me in the chestplate. The construct's down. EEEEagh! Trans… Transition into the communications room, eyebeam the technicians and point a fucking minigun at the door.
Ring, take their communications.
Done, Corpsman.
16:42 GMT
"Hello, Commander Talak."
He barely reacts, scowl deepening slightly. "He's off the bridge." He turns to Lieutenant Kragger. "Anti-boarding protocol sixteen."
Kragger bows his head in acknowledgement. "I'll get right on it, Commander."
Thanagarian armour plating means that if I want to forcibly connect myself to the system by power ring I would usually have to maintain either a filament or construct link, but a few seconds' fabrication work bypasses that requirement nicely. I put the plate back after I implanted my bug so unless their internal sensors are a lot better than I think they are they'd have to pull apart the entire ship to work out how I'm doing it. Of course, if I actually get into the primary computer core their arses are mine anyway.
I stop for a moment, wincing as a new wave of pain spreads through my abdomen. It… I think that the pain is decreasing, but it could just be that I'm getting used to it. "Commander, is there any chance I can talk you out of this? I saw what you are building in Libya. You have to realise that the attack is never going to work if we've seen it coming."
"I have nothing to say to you, monster."
"I'm a monster? I saw your plan of attack, Commander. How many are going to die even if it works perfectly?" Come on, say something incriminating.
"The Gordanian homeworld will be razed to the ground and the war will be over."
Two marines jog into view at the intersection just ahead of me. I'm getting the impression that they're a little short staffed. They get half a second to stare at me in shock before my eyebeams pierce their spines. Protocol sixteen means they're using health monitors to guide others to my location, but they only trigger if the wearer dies. Paralysis won't set them off. This is what they get for not using proper power armour.
"Don't be absurd. The original Gordanian homeworld is a slave-operated agricultural planet in the Vega Systems called Karna, and it's controlled by the Citadel Empire. You're threatening my Throne World of New Gordane."
"Whatever it is called, soon it will be ash."
"And then what? You know full well the fleet has already left and is heading to Thanagar. You've got… Days at most. Even if you carry out your objective you won't be able to stop it." This is the problem with soldiers; if someone with the fancy hat tells them that a plan will work they just put their heads down and push on. He doesn't have the authority to call the whole thing off so he probably won't even consider what I'm saying. Fortunately for me, the bridge computers had access to records on the state of the war. My alter ego hasn't exactly been Geneva Convention compliant but then neither have the Thanagarians. I can't say exactly what his motives were… "At each step of the campaign I have offered your people honourable terms. I would do so aga-."
"Terms you knew we would not accept."
"Terms you could have accepted with a minimal loss of face. I want to conquer your people and integrate them into my Empire, not eradicate them entirely."
"We remember what your people did on New Andar."
"A perfectly predictable result if you site your ground based defence systems in the middle of inhabited areas. And have a population almost entirely under arms."
"The Gordanians are slavers and raiders. Your promises mean nothing."
"I haven't broken my word at any point during this conflict. No, this is about-"
He bares his teeth as he turns to his subordinate. "Can we not get him out of the system?"
Kragger cringes slightly. "We're.. trying, sir."
"-your rulers' pride." No, this isn't working. Not too far from my objective, now. Another approach. "I was talking to Shayera about it earlier-" He goes rigid. "-and-."
"Sir,-" Kragger sidles up to him. "-he probably just got her name from our database."
"Why would her name be in your database? She's not part of your crew. No, I had a chat with her on the Watchtower… Her intelligence reports mentioned that, didn't they? We went over the plan, and she agreed that not only was it unworkable, but would almost certainly doom your species. I mean, my control over the Gordanians only goes so far. If you do this, they will hunt down every last Thanagarian in the Universe. You've seen the statistics. You know the strength of our fleet, or you would not be attempting this act of desperation. Commander, this will not result in your victory."
Ring, play recording.
"It… I didn't want to believe it, but that's what a hyperspatial bypass of that size should look like. I didn't know the war with the Gordanians was going that badly."
"Sir, that could easily be falsified."
"…the only way I can help my people.. is to help the Gordanians win the war."
"Aaaaaah!" He grabs Kragger around the upper arms. "Find him!"
Can't use rage. "She and her lover, the former Green Lantern John Stewart, are friends of mine." There's something in his response, a slight change in posture. That hurt. "Surprised? You shouldn't be. Five years apart and you show up trying to kill… How many people? All her new friends... How many are you willing to kill rather than capitulate? How many must die before Thanagar has its fill of blood?"
"Six and a half billion on Earth. Two billion on Gratan. One billion on Sesyus. AND FOUR BILLION GORDANIANS! FOR THANAGAR I WILL DESTROY EVERY ONE OF YOU!"
Thank you. "Stewart, did you get that?"
"I got it alright. Relaying now."
"Let me know when it kicks off."
Talak snaps out of it. "What? Who was that?"
"Another man. A better man than you. And you should include in your count the five billion Thanagarians on Thanagar. And the three billion Lizarkons. Not that I imagine you care about them. Hmm, or maybe they'll take my offer? Maybe they're a little less mental than you bird types."
Ah, there we are: the communications room. Better guarded than when Batman snuck in. No way I can take all that without letting someone know what I'm up to.
"All will burn. All will die. Not for the glory of Thanagar. Not even for its survival. For your pride, Commander."
I hang up. I don't know exactly what the nations of the world will do when they hear him openly saying he intends to destroy the Earth, but I do know that this ship is perfectly capable of jamming worldwide communications. At present, at least.
I fly at full speed-
"Grayven! He's here!"
-eyes glowing as beams burn through the chests of the first two guards. Immediately the other marines fire back, energy beams slamming into my construct armour. And I can't afford to let the armour go down and it's cracking already. Another two fall as I get inside melee range. The closest drops his gun and charges me barehanded while the others grab their melee weapons. Eyebeams take two more as I punch my attacker in the ribs hard enough to cave them in. No time for flashiness as the rest lunge in from all directions. I grab an arm to turn aside a mace strike and fly sideways to get outside the reach of an axe. Can't concentrate long enough for a construct. Grab, crunch-
"Huuuuuuh!"
-micro transition, shoot, agh! Two marines shot me from the far end of the corridor. I take a second to form a minigun construct, forcing them back into RAAAAAGH! AH! FUCKING FUCK FUCK! An Nth metal spear just, uhh, just hit me in the chestplate. The construct's down. EEEEagh! Trans… Transition into the communications room, eyebeam the technicians and point a fucking minigun at the door.
Ring, take their communications.
Done, Corpsman.
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thatwandercat
the cat that is wandering
- Location
- Northridge, CA
I was just thinking, "Did Mr Zoat post or did I miss it?"
It's like you have powers.
It's like you have powers.
HanEmpire
Delicious
hance1986
The One Above All.
' so '
should be ' "All will burn ' with a quotation mark.
Clearly, it's like D&D, and humanity's secret power is the ability to breed endlessly with anything.
Ah, taping the enemy's confession of their plan to you. A perennial favorite of mine in Tabletop RPGs in the right settings.
EDIT: The best one is when the Big Bad called us out of the blue to gloat... on a cell phone we knew he'd bugged of one of our party members to record their calls. Queue just hacking it and recording a handily recorded for us confession.
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The Bushranger
In the Danger Zone
- Location
- TSAB Asura
Typo Patrol reporting for duty, Ser Zoat.
"so he probably won't"
Billion
"at the door"
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Typos:
"so"
"rulers' "
"BILLION"
"of"
"at"
- Location
- madison
so this plan of theirs will kill about 20.5 billion peopel. Maybe a little less since a good chunk of the 8 billion on thangar are already going to die, but this is an act of genocide that is quite literally beyond comprehension.
I think most of the other inhabited systems are colonies rather than homeworlds, and the ability to ship out excess population probably brings down the population of an empire's homeworld. I wonder if those two other inhabited systems are thanagarian or not.
I think most of the other inhabited systems are colonies rather than homeworlds, and the ability to ship out excess population probably brings down the population of an empire's homeworld. I wonder if those two other inhabited systems are thanagarian or not.
- Location
- Hampden Park
Thank you, corrected.
No, that's intentional. The actual Lizarkon page is a stub.
Avalon Aurora
Eldritch Horror
- Location
- Unspecified Quantum Location
Note that Earth, at least in some continuities, is the place where the White Entity is hidden. That could easily explain supporting and encouraging greater population than other planets.
- Location
- Alabama
I think Zoat has said this isn't true here, but the point still stands.
- Location
- Hampden Park
Thank you, corrected.
I hopes he ends it by yelling the Sinestro corps oath.
Guardians gonna go WTF???0_0
Guardians gonna go WTF???0_0
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