Stratagemini
Totally a Fire Ferret.
- Location
- Central Park
- Pronouns
- He/Him/They/Them
We really need to institute a one steve limit.
With This Ring (Young Justice SI) (Thread Twelve)
- Thread starter Mr Zoat
- Start date
- Status
What's the current temp of a supernova?
- Location
- Just hanging
Kind of hard when you have at least three types of 'John'; Constantine, the Green Lantern, Martian Manhunter.
- Location
- Somewhere out there
Historical:
Current:
skyscrapers
I thought it was in 2828, or is Paul lying?
downhearted
complement
Current:
Desaad
Looks like. this part wasn't listed as a 'Supplementary, Renegade option' and the Episode Title is in red, so it certainly looks to be a Renegade focused episode.
It even works with the title, 'Do Over', we've seen how the Paragon handled Vega, now we get to see how the Renegade does it.
nope, Earth is in Sector 2814.
- Location
- Somewhere out there
Yes, but Starlag is in the Vega systems, which puts it in 2828.
Whoops, guess that's what I get for assuming I knew what you were referring to.
That's likely a case of Mr Zoat automatically typing the sector number he uses most instead of the one he meant
- Location
- Parts Unknown
I feel like we're about to watch the Donquixote Family march into Dressrosa, only its Grayven.
- Location
- Hampden Park
Thank you, corrected.
1287, actually. Thank you, corrected.
Nearly.
Thank you, corrected.
Nope.
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- Location
- Somewhere out there
No, I'm right. (Contrast)
EDIT: Oh, I went and looked at the correction you did make, and that works too.
Then you have a bunch of historical corrections to make.
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- Somewhere out there
Recent enough that I probably ought not label it "historical":
Now... This binge didn't start on chapter one. XD Time to start over at the beginning, bwahaha.
soft-pedaling (or possibly pedalling if that's how you spell it over there)
choose
free rein (you fixed it before but the revised chapter missed it)
Don't think she knows it was the Citadel.
Gozzi
so fast
Corps
American, so "organization"
Antenna, there's just one
supercooling
Semicolon instead of the first comma.
Now... This binge didn't start on chapter one. XD Time to start over at the beginning, bwahaha.
What? I'm not 100 percent sure what you were going for here. "They may turn out to be?"
- Location
- Hampden Park
Thank you, corrected.
The name was sufficiently generic that the SI used it anyway. Not like she's ever been anywhere near to Vega.
Thank you, corrected.
Grayven actually holds considerable affection for the people who live with him, far beyond the momentary irritation they cause him. Sinestro doesn't get that.
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- Earth Prime
"Frustrating as they may by turns be" might benefit from commas around "by turns," - "Frustrating as they may, by turns, be," but they're not strictly necessary. What Mr. Zoat is expressing there is that the people in question are each, at times, individually or in groups, frustrating. "By turns" in this context means they are not constantly frustrating, and that they are not all frustrating at the same time. They each have their turn(s) at being frustrating.
- Location
- Somewhere out there
"by turns" means "sometimes".
- Location
- West Coast
historical correction, since I'm doing a full thread read...
journalists, I think?
Uhmmm, didn't he die? Or am I getting the two realities mixed up again?
- Location
- Somewhere out there
I don't think Grayven ever met Michael Siskin. This is Michael Tawny.
- Location
- texas
In paragon, he's probably still being a tortured fragment of a fear elemental in renegade.
- Location
- Zambia
- Pronouns
- He/Him
Why would you do that? Grayvern is awesome
- Location
- Hampden Park
Thank you, corrected.
The mission to Minions still happened, but Grayven wasn't involved. In the Renegade timeline, Mister Zatara was called in for support and he opted for containment over obliteration.
Do-Over (part 2)
- Location
- Hampden Park
13th August
09:11 GMT -6
Michael looks through the hush tube just in front of us. "Our target?"
I nod. "The Gizzard Spiker clan were the first clan to sell out to the Citadel. It was that alliance which resulted in the progressive, unified, Karnan-dominated society that used to control the planet being violently overthrown and replaced with the current morass. Even most other Gordanian clans don't like them."
Ghia'ta frowns. "If they find them so abhorrent, why did they follow their example?"
"They were winning." I shrug. "It's amazing how popular that makes an idea."
The Sphere warbles.
"No, one of their few universal cultural prohibitions absolutely forbids using orbital weapons against targets on the surface of Karna. Anyone breaks it, all of the other clans would unify to destroy them. It's actually happened a couple of times." Gordanian data security isn't particularly good, but then neither is their record keeping. Took a while to get corroboration, but it was there. "Plus, a hush tube to safety will be a button-push away."
Michael grunts in satisfaction. "I will see you again with Gordanian blood on my lips and victory in my jaws."
"Go get 'em, Tiger."
He swivels his head my way to sniff at my phrasing, then sprints full tilt into the hush tube. **Hunt!** Hunt!
The G-Elves and their G-Gnome passengers stream through after him, and for a moment I dare to hope that Ghia'ta or Sphere might be going to go with them... After a moment I turn my head towards Ghia'ta and then tilt it in the direction of the hush tube entrance.
"Not… Going to go with him?"
"Though participating in a campaign of liberation in which a negotiated settlement is possible is far more appealing to me than helping you with… What it is that you intend to do, I was sent here to ensure that helping you was not unleashing a great evil upon the universe. As such, I feel that it is my duty to stay with you."
Ah. Well.
"If you insist." The hush tube shuts down and another opens, this time leading to the Psions' planet of residence. Not actually their homeworld; I don't remember where the Guardians originally found them, but they don't have a sufficiently close genetic relationship to anything on it for it to be that place. "Just remember that Psions almost certainly have all kinds of anti-Lantern weaponry and I don't want to have to explain your death to your aunt."
Ghia'ta strikes what looks worryingly like a Sailor Moon pose, showing off her pink crystalline armour to best advantage. "You do not need to worry."
"No." I smile and pat her on the right shoulder with my left hand. "But I like to."
She smiles. Stupid… Morality.. pet.. freeloading people. Mellowing my harsh.
"Okay." I step away from the Warrior of Love and Justice, moving closer to the far more reliable Miss Amane. "Your job is simple. Find where they're keeping test subjects, slaves, vital pieces of infrastructure, things like that. Engage if you have to, take a hush tube out if you're in danger of being overwhelmed. A lot of the Psions you'll be running into won't be soldiers but that doesn't mean that they haven't done enough truly revolting things that they thoroughly deserve being killed. If you're in doubt, use a G-Gnome."
Miss Amane grins that creepy grin of hers. "Do not worry, Master. If you say that it is right to kill them then that is what I will do!"
She spins her scythe and then does a sort of.. back flip cartwheel thing whose effect is such that if I were a male anime protagonist the sight of it would leave me unconscious due to olfactory blood loss. As it is… All it does is worry me. No, no, she's super fast and reasonably intelligent. She should be able to handle herself.
"Give me three minutes, then start your reconnaissance."
Ghia'ta nods while Miss Amane does a bow-curtsey thing. I stride forward-.
And the Sphere zips in front of me and beeps.
"Really? Okay, fine, go on then."
The Sphere unfolds into a configuration I can actually sit in. A bit pointless now, given that I've got two power rings and integrated aero-discs for flying… Maybe I should encourage her to spend time with Lynne instead? None of the girls have flight after all… Problem for another day. I throw my right leg over her saddle and take a grip on the handlebars. "Hi ho Sphere, away!"
My environmental shield intensifies as we shoot out through the hush tube and into the skies of the Psions'… Ugh, 'Wombworld'. I have no idea why they call it that. I'd have left the name in the Psions' own language but the ring translated it the first time I heard it and now I can't unhear it. I had a few test drones fly through a few days ago so I've got a rough idea on the Psion military's response times. In fact… Three, two-
Jam teleportation.
By your command.
-one.
There are three flares of pink in the air about a hundred metres above me, then it briefly rains mashed machinery. The Psion military has a combat drone focus so those were all non-sentient… Eh, Psions, probably non-sentient. I don't have any records of Psions using machine intelligences but they do have the capacity if they really wanted to. Teleportation assault having failed their next step is launching drone transports from gravitic accelerators from the nearest settlement complex, pooosibly with an oversight barge containing actual Psions. Ship-based assault is possible but unlikely; the Psions are far more happy to fire on their world than the Gordanians are but they wouldn't do that for a curious but limited incursion.
Transport detected.
Best hurry up, then. I float the techno-seed out in front of me. Double check.
All systems as per specification.
Mother Box?
Ping!
Excellent. And now the one thing my artificially intelligent accomplices can't check… I pour my soul into the network of enchanted metal which makes up Sunset's contribution. I still can't cast spells worth a damn, but after that mess with Mister Doom I've had Sunset's help training my arcane senses. This… Feels right. I angle the techno-seed so that the solar siphon is pointing directly at the Wombworld's star, then in a single fluid motion remove the suppression charm and throw the techno-seed into the air. The solar siphon attached to it begins shining blindingly at once as it forms a sympathetic link to the star.
Sunset had wanted to become an Alicorn since she was old enough to understand what one was. And with nothing written on the subject of ascension in any book she could get access to and with the one Pony who might have information on the subject constantly trying to get her interested in 'friendship' rather than giving her a straight answer, she decided to try studying Celestia herself to see if she could learn something. I suppose her next step was pretty logical; the sun is a very powerful thing, maybe Celestia used it to trigger her own ascension? So Sunset studied everything she could find on the legends concerning pre-Unification Unicorn mages raising and lowering the sun and moon collectively and then used a bunch of spells whenever Celestia raised or lowered the sun in an attempt to understand the link.
It didn't turn her into an Alicorn -and rather implied that Celestia didn't get any power from the sun- but it did teach her a great deal about arcane solar manipulation.
Solar plasma blasts out of the siphon and begins clouding out the sky as the Brimstone begins to form. Not only will it continue to grow constantly, but it will also shrug off electromagnetic effects like the one I used to shut it down last year. The Psions can probably take it -you don't become the premier mad science race in a region like this if you can't think on your feet- but it will do a decent amount of damage in the meantime and certainly keep their attention focused.
I tug lightly on the Sphere's handlebars, turning her towards the closest Psion city.
Let's make sure he knows which way to rampage.
09:11 GMT -6
Michael looks through the hush tube just in front of us. "Our target?"
I nod. "The Gizzard Spiker clan were the first clan to sell out to the Citadel. It was that alliance which resulted in the progressive, unified, Karnan-dominated society that used to control the planet being violently overthrown and replaced with the current morass. Even most other Gordanian clans don't like them."
Ghia'ta frowns. "If they find them so abhorrent, why did they follow their example?"
"They were winning." I shrug. "It's amazing how popular that makes an idea."
The Sphere warbles.
"No, one of their few universal cultural prohibitions absolutely forbids using orbital weapons against targets on the surface of Karna. Anyone breaks it, all of the other clans would unify to destroy them. It's actually happened a couple of times." Gordanian data security isn't particularly good, but then neither is their record keeping. Took a while to get corroboration, but it was there. "Plus, a hush tube to safety will be a button-push away."
Michael grunts in satisfaction. "I will see you again with Gordanian blood on my lips and victory in my jaws."
"Go get 'em, Tiger."
He swivels his head my way to sniff at my phrasing, then sprints full tilt into the hush tube. **Hunt!** Hunt!
The G-Elves and their G-Gnome passengers stream through after him, and for a moment I dare to hope that Ghia'ta or Sphere might be going to go with them... After a moment I turn my head towards Ghia'ta and then tilt it in the direction of the hush tube entrance.
"Not… Going to go with him?"
"Though participating in a campaign of liberation in which a negotiated settlement is possible is far more appealing to me than helping you with… What it is that you intend to do, I was sent here to ensure that helping you was not unleashing a great evil upon the universe. As such, I feel that it is my duty to stay with you."
Ah. Well.
"If you insist." The hush tube shuts down and another opens, this time leading to the Psions' planet of residence. Not actually their homeworld; I don't remember where the Guardians originally found them, but they don't have a sufficiently close genetic relationship to anything on it for it to be that place. "Just remember that Psions almost certainly have all kinds of anti-Lantern weaponry and I don't want to have to explain your death to your aunt."
Ghia'ta strikes what looks worryingly like a Sailor Moon pose, showing off her pink crystalline armour to best advantage. "You do not need to worry."
"No." I smile and pat her on the right shoulder with my left hand. "But I like to."
She smiles. Stupid… Morality.. pet.. freeloading people. Mellowing my harsh.
"Okay." I step away from the Warrior of Love and Justice, moving closer to the far more reliable Miss Amane. "Your job is simple. Find where they're keeping test subjects, slaves, vital pieces of infrastructure, things like that. Engage if you have to, take a hush tube out if you're in danger of being overwhelmed. A lot of the Psions you'll be running into won't be soldiers but that doesn't mean that they haven't done enough truly revolting things that they thoroughly deserve being killed. If you're in doubt, use a G-Gnome."
Miss Amane grins that creepy grin of hers. "Do not worry, Master. If you say that it is right to kill them then that is what I will do!"
She spins her scythe and then does a sort of.. back flip cartwheel thing whose effect is such that if I were a male anime protagonist the sight of it would leave me unconscious due to olfactory blood loss. As it is… All it does is worry me. No, no, she's super fast and reasonably intelligent. She should be able to handle herself.
"Give me three minutes, then start your reconnaissance."
Ghia'ta nods while Miss Amane does a bow-curtsey thing. I stride forward-.
And the Sphere zips in front of me and beeps.
"Really? Okay, fine, go on then."
The Sphere unfolds into a configuration I can actually sit in. A bit pointless now, given that I've got two power rings and integrated aero-discs for flying… Maybe I should encourage her to spend time with Lynne instead? None of the girls have flight after all… Problem for another day. I throw my right leg over her saddle and take a grip on the handlebars. "Hi ho Sphere, away!"
My environmental shield intensifies as we shoot out through the hush tube and into the skies of the Psions'… Ugh, 'Wombworld'. I have no idea why they call it that. I'd have left the name in the Psions' own language but the ring translated it the first time I heard it and now I can't unhear it. I had a few test drones fly through a few days ago so I've got a rough idea on the Psion military's response times. In fact… Three, two-
Jam teleportation.
By your command.
-one.
There are three flares of pink in the air about a hundred metres above me, then it briefly rains mashed machinery. The Psion military has a combat drone focus so those were all non-sentient… Eh, Psions, probably non-sentient. I don't have any records of Psions using machine intelligences but they do have the capacity if they really wanted to. Teleportation assault having failed their next step is launching drone transports from gravitic accelerators from the nearest settlement complex, pooosibly with an oversight barge containing actual Psions. Ship-based assault is possible but unlikely; the Psions are far more happy to fire on their world than the Gordanians are but they wouldn't do that for a curious but limited incursion.
Transport detected.
Best hurry up, then. I float the techno-seed out in front of me. Double check.
All systems as per specification.
Mother Box?
Ping!
Excellent. And now the one thing my artificially intelligent accomplices can't check… I pour my soul into the network of enchanted metal which makes up Sunset's contribution. I still can't cast spells worth a damn, but after that mess with Mister Doom I've had Sunset's help training my arcane senses. This… Feels right. I angle the techno-seed so that the solar siphon is pointing directly at the Wombworld's star, then in a single fluid motion remove the suppression charm and throw the techno-seed into the air. The solar siphon attached to it begins shining blindingly at once as it forms a sympathetic link to the star.
Sunset had wanted to become an Alicorn since she was old enough to understand what one was. And with nothing written on the subject of ascension in any book she could get access to and with the one Pony who might have information on the subject constantly trying to get her interested in 'friendship' rather than giving her a straight answer, she decided to try studying Celestia herself to see if she could learn something. I suppose her next step was pretty logical; the sun is a very powerful thing, maybe Celestia used it to trigger her own ascension? So Sunset studied everything she could find on the legends concerning pre-Unification Unicorn mages raising and lowering the sun and moon collectively and then used a bunch of spells whenever Celestia raised or lowered the sun in an attempt to understand the link.
It didn't turn her into an Alicorn -and rather implied that Celestia didn't get any power from the sun- but it did teach her a great deal about arcane solar manipulation.
Solar plasma blasts out of the siphon and begins clouding out the sky as the Brimstone begins to form. Not only will it continue to grow constantly, but it will also shrug off electromagnetic effects like the one I used to shut it down last year. The Psions can probably take it -you don't become the premier mad science race in a region like this if you can't think on your feet- but it will do a decent amount of damage in the meantime and certainly keep their attention focused.
I tug lightly on the Sphere's handlebars, turning her towards the closest Psion city.
Let's make sure he knows which way to rampage.
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