Sounds like Medphyll doesn't need much more convincing that this place is due for some Righteous Face Punching.
It works very well.
With This Ring (Young Justice SI) (Thread Twelve)
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ThrawnCA
Carbon-based biped
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- Australia
governor pulls his neck in
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- Hampden Park
Yes, I'm going to have to find time to go back over a lot image links and fix things. Thanks, photobucket.
Thank you, corrected.
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- Canada
Oh shit, I just realized.
Medphyll said he plans on retiring.
Instant Death Flag. That poor plant man.
He actually made that joke himself I think.
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- Earth Prime
The Doctor didn't even have to. The guy wasn't a particularly clever crony mercantilist. Hardly "captain of industry" material. "Robber Baron" works, though. The two, despite popular conflation, are not the same thing.
Oh, I wasn't suggesting you should take your moral lessons from the good Doctor. I just was amused by the reminder of one of my own villainous character's takes on things. If he decided lives were worth sacrificing for something, of course he'd use lives other than his own. His own is more valuable to him because it's his.
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Bit of a older one here...
Should probably fix that. I think it's technically grammatically correct, in much the same way that if a derailed train crashes into the station it technically isn't late.
But it's still a train wreck.
Should probably fix that. I think it's technically grammatically correct, in much the same way that if a derailed train crashes into the station it technically isn't late.
But it's still a train wreck.
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- Hampden Park
Modified. Better now?
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- madison
he means if paul would simply walk away if there were experiments but not the person he wanted to recruit he would try and convince/force him to stick around. Likely less with mind control and more along the lines of sicking the dominators on him as a distraction if he tries to leave. But fortunately paul is not a douche so it's a non issue.
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Yeah, though personally it still feels slightly awkward. If it was me I'd probably re-write the sentence/paragraph entirely, since it still seems a little... wordy. Then again, I'm a bit of a perfectionist when it comes to writing.
For instance, it's been about 10 minutes since I've started writing this response, and I've gone back and look and the old and new wording of that chapter several times, moved around several sentences including the robot sentence, put this sentence into a new line right now because its getting a bit long, and now I'm debating whether or not this is too rambly- wait, this isn't a new paragraph, it's just a new line, and I used move twice so lets change it to put, and i should probably add "and that chapter" to clarify what i'm referring to, and oh god this is a fucking massive sentence fuck it I'm just going to stop...
Also, are you a robot? You saw my post, fixed it, and responded within 6 minutes in the middle... oh, it's eight in Britain.
edit: also, you put out a page a day, I can forgive you for not spellchecking everything.
Unless you're a robot. Then you really should stop putting off the latest update, I heard it fixes the spellcheck module.
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Oh, I spell check. But real words don't get picked up, even if they're in the wrong places. And novel words that I don't necessarily want in my custom dictionary confuse matters and after a certain number of those Word just gives up on checking as you type.
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Good point, I should've said something like proofread. But then I also have to reword the robot thing a bit, and it also seems a little too blunt anyway, and...
SO, yeah, I can definitely believe that Word has just given up at this point. Now that I think about that, since you're posting on a forum that actually removes a lot of the need for proofreading. People are really diligent about posting corrections.
ThrawnCA
Carbon-based biped
- Location
- Australia
I appreciate that you appreciate crowd-sourced spellchecking
.I follow quite a few different stories, but I only take the time to submit corrections when a) I'm invested enough in the story for it to matter to me; and b) I'm confident that the author is invested enough to use them. So, please consider it a compliment.
ThrawnCA
Carbon-based biped
- Location
- Australia
This is an interesting choice of idiom, because it's misquoted. The actual phrase from the Bible is "strait [strict/restricted] and narrow". So, power ring translation is advanced enough to include popular mistakes when they convey the desired meaning?
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- Hampden Park
Well, the SI heard a translation spoken and then parsed it as he thinks it is spelled.
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- US
After all, this is the fetch quest episode.
Jamie Roberts
Hávamál 127
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Third time's the charm!
"I can't believe that I missed him by just four months! .. Alright, I need someone who can help me track down Brainiac 2. Someone who knows the underside of the galaxy, someone who travels enough to have seen some places that Vril might gravitate towards. And, preferably, someone who's got a Power Ring.. Whaw, that's probably asking a bit much."
(I am legitimately surprised by how long we've gone without that getting completely nixed.)
"I can't believe that I missed him by just four months! .. Alright, I need someone who can help me track down Brainiac 2. Someone who knows the underside of the galaxy, someone who travels enough to have seen some places that Vril might gravitate towards. And, preferably, someone who's got a Power Ring.. Whaw, that's probably asking a bit much."
(I am legitimately surprised by how long we've gone without that getting completely nixed.)
Headhunted (part 16)
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- Hampden Park
10th August
17:02 GMT
The Dominator medical facilities are extensive, far more than would ordinarily be required for a garrison of this size. Even one that was trying to prepare itself for the possibility of an armed prisoner revolt. The general layout reminds me of what Tront had on Hny'xx. Efficient. Tidy. Clean.
Suspicious.
Medphyll raises his ring to scan one of the devices, a medium sized tank with complex computer systems attached. "An ultra definition flesh lathe?"
The governor hasn't been entirely at ease since we got here. I don't think he needs to worry about his superiors, though. They've been about five decks down since they received his request. He also doesn't need to worry about us detecting any residue. It was painfully apparent to me that the whole place has been aggressively sterilised. I don't even think they did this for us. I think that Dominator ritual purity just requires it as the default.
"I am not a physician."
"I am a little surprised to find one in a prison medical facility."
"It is not my place to question the high caste's decisions. In the event that I am so injured as to require it, I will be grateful."
Inasmuch as I can read him, I think he's being honest. While ultra definition flesh lathes can be used medicinally, they only really make sense for reconstructing a portion of someone's brain, and that's only if you have an ultra definition scan to base it on. Otherwise, more mundane, cheaper and more reliable techniques are used instead just about everywhere. Flesh knitted together by a lathe doesn't have the sort of automatic correction as 'naturally grown' tissue. Lathes usually have quite a high error rate, which isn't much help if someone is waiting for a transplant. I suppose… If someone was willing to throw money at a place, having a hundred or so of them working on the same thing would guarantee getting a useable component… But this lab only has one.
Which means that it's almost certainly being used for destructive analysis. Taking things apart and recording exactly what went where. There have been enough notable cases of the leaders of crime syndicates using them to dissect failed rivals that a lot of civilised worlds restrict their sale and use. Similarly, all of this analytical equipment has legitimate uses. In a major research hospital or university that dealt with dangerous diseases afflicting hundreds of species. Seeing it in a facility attached to a prison…
Still no smoking gun. Or bloody scalpel. Still, there are a few other things for us to try.
I've spent not a little time trying to work out what the best way to convince Vril Dox II to go along with my idea might be. I know that after breaking out in the comics he started the Licensed Extra-Governmental Interstellar Operatives Network, and I think I remember him being involved in removing the Computer Tyrants afterwards. I know that he hates his father with a fiery passion he displays in no other aspect of his life. So I've been assuming that offering him the resources he needs in order to make those things easier would be sufficient. But the core aspect is the revenge against his father for lowering his intelligence and treating him as a lab rat.
"What's down this way?"
I point to a corridor leading off the main laboratory towards the outer hull.
"A store room and an analytics computer. You are welcome to examine it if you wish."
I nod and amble off down the indicated corridor. The Dominators might not have standard humanoid body language, but I'd be a fool to think that they haven't learned to interpret it. I don't particularly want him to call in a squad of soldiers before we actually get anything concrete.
Oh, listen to the man who dropped the Citadel Complex on a cloning factory being all diplomatic.
The door on my right opens, revealing a computer system different to but recognisable as being related to the ones now being examined by the inhabitants of J. There are comfortable seats, work stations and a holotank for the high caste Dominators who work in here.
And there's a glowing orange shape filled with dying robots on the other side of that wall.
I wave my ring around the room, scanning for any other incongruities. Nothing. I hold out my right hand and generate a model of Starlag, blowing up the area I'm standing in… No, this should be the last room before the hull. And this image is generated based on my own observations, not on the 'official' schematics. I didn't see anyone stuck outside of the station either.
Curious.
I turn my head towards the door. "Lantern Medphyll! Governor! Do you have a moment?!"
Medphyll flies around the corner, not at an unseemly speed but with reasonable haste. "Have you found something?"
"I believe that I've found what I'm looking for."
He takes a moment to look around the room. "Where?"
I shake my head. "Use your… Exotic detection."
His ring shimmers for a moment, and he looks in the direction I was looking in a moment ago. "I see. You're certain?"
"No, but the balance of probability-" The governor walks into the room at a sedate pace. "-is in my favour. Governor, what's through that wall?"
He raises his right arm and presses a button on his wrist-mounted personal computer with his left forefinger. "The wall itself has numerous protective layers. Some wiring. Then the external armour layer. The original plan incorporated a weapon module at that location, but that was not included when this station was assigned for use as a prison."
"Are there any work crews outside there at the moment?"
Another button press. "No."
"I see." Orange filaments launch from my body and latch themselves to the wall in an oval. "So if I ripped a hole through here..?"
"You would be forcibly ejected from this prison. The prison would be unharmed as the hull is designed to withstand such damage."
I shift the end of the filaments into crumbler constructs. "Good-oh."
An oval of the wall dissolves, the centre section collapsing inwards a moment later. And through the gap…
Another room.
A man sits in a chair, naked but for the machinery I assume is designed to deal with his waste products and the cybernetic.. thing attached to his head. His skin is Coluan green while what I can see of his head is shaved bare. Wires from the cybernetic headpiece are collected into a single cable which runs into the floor, and from there my ring is now telling me they connect into the data analysis engine in the room with us.
"I was unaware of that."
Medphyll walks into the newly revealed room, visibly scanning the man with his ring. "Coluan. Locked in some sort of mental interface device." He turns back to the governor. "Explain his presence."
"Perhaps the high caste are.. working on some project with this.. volunteer. I will-."
"You are aware that the planet Colu recently underwent a violent change of government?"
"It is not the Dominion's concern which alien rules over their civilisations."
"Perhaps." Hah. "But it is the Guardians', and you know full well that they have ordered Colu isolated. If you have had any dealings with them then you have violated that order. An Honour Guard taskforce is already being prepared. It can easily stop here first on its way to Colu."
The governor regards Medphyll levelly for a moment, then taps a device on his right wrist with his left hand.
Teleportation detected.
Could jam it -the governor dissolves into a series of shimmering dots- but killing him could be an escalation and this might end up coming before the Guardians for judgement.
The moment passes and he disappears completely. Medphyll and I turn to look at one another.
"You free him and I will disrupt the computers." / "I'll free him, you disrupt the computers."
17:02 GMT
The Dominator medical facilities are extensive, far more than would ordinarily be required for a garrison of this size. Even one that was trying to prepare itself for the possibility of an armed prisoner revolt. The general layout reminds me of what Tront had on Hny'xx. Efficient. Tidy. Clean.
Suspicious.
Medphyll raises his ring to scan one of the devices, a medium sized tank with complex computer systems attached. "An ultra definition flesh lathe?"
The governor hasn't been entirely at ease since we got here. I don't think he needs to worry about his superiors, though. They've been about five decks down since they received his request. He also doesn't need to worry about us detecting any residue. It was painfully apparent to me that the whole place has been aggressively sterilised. I don't even think they did this for us. I think that Dominator ritual purity just requires it as the default.
"I am not a physician."
"I am a little surprised to find one in a prison medical facility."
"It is not my place to question the high caste's decisions. In the event that I am so injured as to require it, I will be grateful."
Inasmuch as I can read him, I think he's being honest. While ultra definition flesh lathes can be used medicinally, they only really make sense for reconstructing a portion of someone's brain, and that's only if you have an ultra definition scan to base it on. Otherwise, more mundane, cheaper and more reliable techniques are used instead just about everywhere. Flesh knitted together by a lathe doesn't have the sort of automatic correction as 'naturally grown' tissue. Lathes usually have quite a high error rate, which isn't much help if someone is waiting for a transplant. I suppose… If someone was willing to throw money at a place, having a hundred or so of them working on the same thing would guarantee getting a useable component… But this lab only has one.
Which means that it's almost certainly being used for destructive analysis. Taking things apart and recording exactly what went where. There have been enough notable cases of the leaders of crime syndicates using them to dissect failed rivals that a lot of civilised worlds restrict their sale and use. Similarly, all of this analytical equipment has legitimate uses. In a major research hospital or university that dealt with dangerous diseases afflicting hundreds of species. Seeing it in a facility attached to a prison…
Still no smoking gun. Or bloody scalpel. Still, there are a few other things for us to try.
I've spent not a little time trying to work out what the best way to convince Vril Dox II to go along with my idea might be. I know that after breaking out in the comics he started the Licensed Extra-Governmental Interstellar Operatives Network, and I think I remember him being involved in removing the Computer Tyrants afterwards. I know that he hates his father with a fiery passion he displays in no other aspect of his life. So I've been assuming that offering him the resources he needs in order to make those things easier would be sufficient. But the core aspect is the revenge against his father for lowering his intelligence and treating him as a lab rat.
"What's down this way?"
I point to a corridor leading off the main laboratory towards the outer hull.
"A store room and an analytics computer. You are welcome to examine it if you wish."
I nod and amble off down the indicated corridor. The Dominators might not have standard humanoid body language, but I'd be a fool to think that they haven't learned to interpret it. I don't particularly want him to call in a squad of soldiers before we actually get anything concrete.
Oh, listen to the man who dropped the Citadel Complex on a cloning factory being all diplomatic.
The door on my right opens, revealing a computer system different to but recognisable as being related to the ones now being examined by the inhabitants of J. There are comfortable seats, work stations and a holotank for the high caste Dominators who work in here.
And there's a glowing orange shape filled with dying robots on the other side of that wall.
I wave my ring around the room, scanning for any other incongruities. Nothing. I hold out my right hand and generate a model of Starlag, blowing up the area I'm standing in… No, this should be the last room before the hull. And this image is generated based on my own observations, not on the 'official' schematics. I didn't see anyone stuck outside of the station either.
Curious.
I turn my head towards the door. "Lantern Medphyll! Governor! Do you have a moment?!"
Medphyll flies around the corner, not at an unseemly speed but with reasonable haste. "Have you found something?"
"I believe that I've found what I'm looking for."
He takes a moment to look around the room. "Where?"
I shake my head. "Use your… Exotic detection."
His ring shimmers for a moment, and he looks in the direction I was looking in a moment ago. "I see. You're certain?"
"No, but the balance of probability-" The governor walks into the room at a sedate pace. "-is in my favour. Governor, what's through that wall?"
He raises his right arm and presses a button on his wrist-mounted personal computer with his left forefinger. "The wall itself has numerous protective layers. Some wiring. Then the external armour layer. The original plan incorporated a weapon module at that location, but that was not included when this station was assigned for use as a prison."
"Are there any work crews outside there at the moment?"
Another button press. "No."
"I see." Orange filaments launch from my body and latch themselves to the wall in an oval. "So if I ripped a hole through here..?"
"You would be forcibly ejected from this prison. The prison would be unharmed as the hull is designed to withstand such damage."
I shift the end of the filaments into crumbler constructs. "Good-oh."
An oval of the wall dissolves, the centre section collapsing inwards a moment later. And through the gap…
Another room.
A man sits in a chair, naked but for the machinery I assume is designed to deal with his waste products and the cybernetic.. thing attached to his head. His skin is Coluan green while what I can see of his head is shaved bare. Wires from the cybernetic headpiece are collected into a single cable which runs into the floor, and from there my ring is now telling me they connect into the data analysis engine in the room with us.
"I was unaware of that."
Medphyll walks into the newly revealed room, visibly scanning the man with his ring. "Coluan. Locked in some sort of mental interface device." He turns back to the governor. "Explain his presence."
"Perhaps the high caste are.. working on some project with this.. volunteer. I will-."
"You are aware that the planet Colu recently underwent a violent change of government?"
"It is not the Dominion's concern which alien rules over their civilisations."
"Perhaps." Hah. "But it is the Guardians', and you know full well that they have ordered Colu isolated. If you have had any dealings with them then you have violated that order. An Honour Guard taskforce is already being prepared. It can easily stop here first on its way to Colu."
The governor regards Medphyll levelly for a moment, then taps a device on his right wrist with his left hand.
Teleportation detected.
Could jam it -the governor dissolves into a series of shimmering dots- but killing him could be an escalation and this might end up coming before the Guardians for judgement.
The moment passes and he disappears completely. Medphyll and I turn to look at one another.
"You free him and I will disrupt the computers." / "I'll free him, you disrupt the computers."
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1:18am here, I usually only see it when I wake up in the morning, but I'm pulling an all-nighter. I needed to look at something interesting before my brain fried itself lol
Good chapter, I like how they came to a similar conclusion, even if they have different methodologies and thought processes.
Good chapter, I like how they came to a similar conclusion, even if they have different methodologies and thought processes.
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