shepsquared
Erratic Aussie
- Location
- Melbourne, Australia
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With This Ring (Young Justice SI) (Thread Twelve)
- Thread starter Mr Zoat
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Cat in a washing machine in space?
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- Here
And you may find yourself in a simple thread.
And you may find yourself quoted in a completely different thread.
With a different canon, and a different subject.
And you may ask yourself, "Why am I quoted here?"
Letting the threads flow by
Letting the inanity hold me
Letting the threads flow by
Inanity flowing under...
Thanks
Luc "Sorry, Couldn't Resist The Obvious Temptation" French
There's a difference between getting away with it, and being accepted. If you take over the country first, it gives you a veneer of legitimacy.
Authority (part 17)
- Location
- Hampden Park
22nd August
14:48 GMT
There's a good deal less competition for space next to the balcony on this level, though that may be because no one wants to get too close to the small Q'ardajin… You know what, Qwardian is easier to say. The small Qwardian contingent watching their comrade in arms. Their officer actually looks at me curiously as I intrude on the invisible bubble around them in order to watch Ragnar…
Ah. I wouldn't say that he's winning, but he is doing okay. It seems that he learned to avoid the qwa-blade the hard way: there are rents in his bracers and I think that I can see a little dried blood as well. A few angry red-purple burns have appeared on his face, though those are from near misses. If the Thunderer had hit then he wouldn't have a head any more.
In return, the Thunderer's shield is mildly scored in a few places.
"Impressed?"
Aaand the Thunderer officer appears to have decided to slum it with an alien. Marvellous. "Mildly impressed that he isn't dead yet."
He pauses for a moment. "The challenger is a friend of yours?"
"Recent employee. His death would be… Awkward in some ways. Convenient in others."
"His armour and sword are unequal to the task." I nod without turning away and Ragnar weaves around a series of stabs, preventing his opponent pressing with a series of high and low swings aimed around the Thunderer's shield. "But his skill does not shame him."
"I'm sure that he'd appreciate the compliment, sir."
"He'll not live to hear it." He leans forward. "Duran, press!"
A moment's distraction, Thunderer Duran's eyes move to his boss for a instant. Ragnar takes advantage immediately, ducking slightly and moving around to the Thunderer's shield-side so that the man can't see him clearly. He then brings his sword around in a two handed swing directly at the shield. It hits home and is deflected right back by the interaction of its own force field and the nature of whatever the shield is made of. The Thunderer turns instinctively in that direction at the same time as Ragnar swings wide in the other direction, his buzz sword striking the armour covering the Thunderer's upper sword arm. There's a momentary flare of purple energy as the buzz sword's force fields go a little crazy at finally getting something solid to bite into-
"Gyagh!"
-then the Thunderer reacts, slicing awkwardly at Ragnar's extended arms with his qwa-blade.
"Agh!"
The blade passes through Ragnar's armour, but I don't think that he got anything critical. Ragnar backs off, smiling viciously as the Thunderer takes a moment to check his wound. Yep, that went through the armour and drew blood.
My neighbour seems somewhat less than impressed, breath hissing through his teeth. Yes, slumming it like this only works if you don't lose, doesn't it?
"Will you take a turn in the pit yourself?"
"I don't think so. Public exhibitions aren't really my thing."
The Thunderer moves his shield to the side, giving himself more room to move his sword. He also switches from a stabbing stance to a slicing one, advancing more rapidly as blood drips from his wound. That looks like it hurts a lot, but Qwardian upbringing leaves its survivors well equipped to endure pain. And Ragnar… He's clearly loving this. He tries to take advantage of his opponent's opening, but rather than interpose his shield the Thunderer uses his sword's lighter weight to parry-.
That's not a parry. Ragnar realises his mistake too late as the qwa-sword severs the tip of his buzz sword, the area around the slice going dull and grey. Ragnar at least doesn't repeat his error, making probing swings but making sure not to let his sword contact his opponent's.
"Better."
He doesn't sound happy about it. Reminds me of EA: anything less than total victory starts to look like a failure. Even if Duran ran Ragnar through now this fight has demonstrated that Thunderers aren't actually all that skilful and that alien weapons can stand up to Qwardian weapons. Even when you win, you lose.
Ragnar holds his sword out towards his opponent, then glances back as he realises how close he is to the pit's wall. He lunges, aiming the severed tip of his sword at the Thunderer's chest. The Thunderer steps back and swings, cutting another chunk of Ragnar's sword off-. Ragnar keeps coming, dropping the remains of his sword and slamming bodily into the Thunderer, left hand grabbing at his sword's hilt while his right-
"GAH!"
-hand stabs into the wound his prior attack made. The Thunderer's shield is sheared in half as the Thunderer loses control of his sword, the shock causing him to drop it to the pit's floor. Ragnar grins, then swings his right fist into his opponent's unarmoured chin.
"Yah!"
The Thunderer officer's hands crush the balcony railing.
Ragnar swings his left arm outwards, knocking what's left of the shield out of the Thunderer's hand as the qwa-sword falls to the ground. The Thunderer strikes Ragnar's bare head with his left elbow but Ragnar just absorbs the hit with a bloody smile and grabs his opponent's helmet, stabbing his thumbs through the eye slits.
"Nruh!"
Ragnar lifts, the Thunderer's helmet coming free and revealing his shattered cybernetic eyes beneath. Ragnar swings, striking Duran in the face with his own helmet and knocking him back before tossing it aside and slamming his fist into his enemy's forehead.
The Thunderer falls, stumbling backwards before collapsing. Ragnar looks around for a moment, grins, then bends down to pick up no why are you doing that! He picks up the qwa-blade and raises it above his head in a salute to the crowd who are watching in silence.
"Victory!"
I look at the commander. The man might have accepted one of his losing a fight, but touching a qwa-energy based weapon?
"Hold him."
The other Thunderers draw their own blades and level them at me. I raise my hands, showing myself to be unarmed. "Commander-."
The commander vaults over the balcony, Ragnar turning to face him as he lands. "Another challenger? I'm hardly fresh, but I'll face you tomorrow-."
The Commander lunges, and as Ragnar moves to counter he twists his wrist and slashes sideways-. Ragnar's sword and forearm go flying-
"Phrah."
-and then the Commander's left gauntlet smashes into his face, breaking his nose and stunning him.
"Thunderers, ascend! Bring them!"
One of the Thunderers facing me sheathes his sword and tosses g-huh. An electrified bolas-thing. It wraps itself around me, paralysing my body. Still nothing I can't fight my way out of, and 'bring them' suggests that they're not planning to kill me immediately.
The Thunderer who bound me hoiks me onto his shoulder and then activates his armour's flight system. There's an explosion as we shoot upwards, bits of ceiling raining down and I get a half-second view of Guy being entangled in the same way I am. Another has Ragnar, his severed stump thoroughly cauterised.
And then the Commander flies out through the roof, flies high and draws a qwa-bolt from his quiver. He looks down at the pit beneath us and the streets surrounding them.
Then he throws the bolt, a yellow smear briefly connecting it to the ground.
And then the area evaporates in a wave of yellow energy.
14:48 GMT
There's a good deal less competition for space next to the balcony on this level, though that may be because no one wants to get too close to the small Q'ardajin… You know what, Qwardian is easier to say. The small Qwardian contingent watching their comrade in arms. Their officer actually looks at me curiously as I intrude on the invisible bubble around them in order to watch Ragnar…
Ah. I wouldn't say that he's winning, but he is doing okay. It seems that he learned to avoid the qwa-blade the hard way: there are rents in his bracers and I think that I can see a little dried blood as well. A few angry red-purple burns have appeared on his face, though those are from near misses. If the Thunderer had hit then he wouldn't have a head any more.
In return, the Thunderer's shield is mildly scored in a few places.
"Impressed?"
Aaand the Thunderer officer appears to have decided to slum it with an alien. Marvellous. "Mildly impressed that he isn't dead yet."
He pauses for a moment. "The challenger is a friend of yours?"
"Recent employee. His death would be… Awkward in some ways. Convenient in others."
"His armour and sword are unequal to the task." I nod without turning away and Ragnar weaves around a series of stabs, preventing his opponent pressing with a series of high and low swings aimed around the Thunderer's shield. "But his skill does not shame him."
"I'm sure that he'd appreciate the compliment, sir."
"He'll not live to hear it." He leans forward. "Duran, press!"
A moment's distraction, Thunderer Duran's eyes move to his boss for a instant. Ragnar takes advantage immediately, ducking slightly and moving around to the Thunderer's shield-side so that the man can't see him clearly. He then brings his sword around in a two handed swing directly at the shield. It hits home and is deflected right back by the interaction of its own force field and the nature of whatever the shield is made of. The Thunderer turns instinctively in that direction at the same time as Ragnar swings wide in the other direction, his buzz sword striking the armour covering the Thunderer's upper sword arm. There's a momentary flare of purple energy as the buzz sword's force fields go a little crazy at finally getting something solid to bite into-
"Gyagh!"
-then the Thunderer reacts, slicing awkwardly at Ragnar's extended arms with his qwa-blade.
"Agh!"
The blade passes through Ragnar's armour, but I don't think that he got anything critical. Ragnar backs off, smiling viciously as the Thunderer takes a moment to check his wound. Yep, that went through the armour and drew blood.
My neighbour seems somewhat less than impressed, breath hissing through his teeth. Yes, slumming it like this only works if you don't lose, doesn't it?
"Will you take a turn in the pit yourself?"
"I don't think so. Public exhibitions aren't really my thing."
The Thunderer moves his shield to the side, giving himself more room to move his sword. He also switches from a stabbing stance to a slicing one, advancing more rapidly as blood drips from his wound. That looks like it hurts a lot, but Qwardian upbringing leaves its survivors well equipped to endure pain. And Ragnar… He's clearly loving this. He tries to take advantage of his opponent's opening, but rather than interpose his shield the Thunderer uses his sword's lighter weight to parry-.
That's not a parry. Ragnar realises his mistake too late as the qwa-sword severs the tip of his buzz sword, the area around the slice going dull and grey. Ragnar at least doesn't repeat his error, making probing swings but making sure not to let his sword contact his opponent's.
"Better."
He doesn't sound happy about it. Reminds me of EA: anything less than total victory starts to look like a failure. Even if Duran ran Ragnar through now this fight has demonstrated that Thunderers aren't actually all that skilful and that alien weapons can stand up to Qwardian weapons. Even when you win, you lose.
Ragnar holds his sword out towards his opponent, then glances back as he realises how close he is to the pit's wall. He lunges, aiming the severed tip of his sword at the Thunderer's chest. The Thunderer steps back and swings, cutting another chunk of Ragnar's sword off-. Ragnar keeps coming, dropping the remains of his sword and slamming bodily into the Thunderer, left hand grabbing at his sword's hilt while his right-
"GAH!"
-hand stabs into the wound his prior attack made. The Thunderer's shield is sheared in half as the Thunderer loses control of his sword, the shock causing him to drop it to the pit's floor. Ragnar grins, then swings his right fist into his opponent's unarmoured chin.
"Yah!"
The Thunderer officer's hands crush the balcony railing.
Ragnar swings his left arm outwards, knocking what's left of the shield out of the Thunderer's hand as the qwa-sword falls to the ground. The Thunderer strikes Ragnar's bare head with his left elbow but Ragnar just absorbs the hit with a bloody smile and grabs his opponent's helmet, stabbing his thumbs through the eye slits.
"Nruh!"
Ragnar lifts, the Thunderer's helmet coming free and revealing his shattered cybernetic eyes beneath. Ragnar swings, striking Duran in the face with his own helmet and knocking him back before tossing it aside and slamming his fist into his enemy's forehead.
The Thunderer falls, stumbling backwards before collapsing. Ragnar looks around for a moment, grins, then bends down to pick up no why are you doing that! He picks up the qwa-blade and raises it above his head in a salute to the crowd who are watching in silence.
"Victory!"
I look at the commander. The man might have accepted one of his losing a fight, but touching a qwa-energy based weapon?
"Hold him."
The other Thunderers draw their own blades and level them at me. I raise my hands, showing myself to be unarmed. "Commander-."
The commander vaults over the balcony, Ragnar turning to face him as he lands. "Another challenger? I'm hardly fresh, but I'll face you tomorrow-."
The Commander lunges, and as Ragnar moves to counter he twists his wrist and slashes sideways-. Ragnar's sword and forearm go flying-
"Phrah."
-and then the Commander's left gauntlet smashes into his face, breaking his nose and stunning him.
"Thunderers, ascend! Bring them!"
One of the Thunderers facing me sheathes his sword and tosses g-huh. An electrified bolas-thing. It wraps itself around me, paralysing my body. Still nothing I can't fight my way out of, and 'bring them' suggests that they're not planning to kill me immediately.
The Thunderer who bound me hoiks me onto his shoulder and then activates his armour's flight system. There's an explosion as we shoot upwards, bits of ceiling raining down and I get a half-second view of Guy being entangled in the same way I am. Another has Ragnar, his severed stump thoroughly cauterised.
And then the Commander flies out through the roof, flies high and draws a qwa-bolt from his quiver. He looks down at the pit beneath us and the streets surrounding them.
Then he throws the bolt, a yellow smear briefly connecting it to the ground.
And then the area evaporates in a wave of yellow energy.
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Evil M. Lurker
What Lurks at Midnight
- Location
- The City, USA
Memories hell, I was their neighbor. (Lived on the same street as the real house used for external shots, while the show was airing.)Now *that* brought back memories... most of you are surely too young.
Chaoswind
Lord of nonsense
- Location
- Latin America
No witness.
And no real lost has happened yet and they have a direct in with the thunderers.
- Location
- madison
If you don't want aliens to touch your weapons or beat up your dudes, stay the hell out of the area in my opinion. Though I notice they left the guy who lost in the arena before vaporizing it.
Chaoswind
Lord of nonsense
- Location
- Latin America
StitchLips
Cannot be killed in any way that matters
- Location
- Around
Good plan Ragnar. Great plan, truely... but ah I hope your ambidextrous you idiot!
- Location
- madison
looking at this again, I suspect this may be more about the commander than anything. The commander is the guy who got embarrassed, I suspect this is entirely damage control intended to limit the fallout for his career.
Chaoswind
Lord of nonsense
- Location
- Latin America
Power ring.
All he needs to do is want his hand back... Of course they need to get out of this first, but both Paul and Guy have enough raw power on focus to get out of it whenever they want to... They both are just seeing if this situation ends up working to their advantage.
@Mr Zoat Shouldn't paul have a planar shift on his database when he had that friendly visit from hope paul? Couldn't he use that to return home?
Typo. Should just say "he"
- Location
- Hampden Park
Thank you, corrected.
No. Technically, he's still in Universe 16. He hasn't passed through the Bleed.
- Location
- Adelaide, Australia
Not really. The commander probably took them with him because he wants Ragnar and associates to suffer for Ragnar's actions after defeating his opponent and he killed everyone else because they witnessed Ragnar wielding a Qwa weapon.
Don't forget. In Qward society acts of evil are considered lawful and acts of good are criminal. The commander would probably get in trouble if he didn't torture them to death.
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- Location
- madison
I have a number of question about how that would work.
- Location
- Australia
shepsquared
Erratic Aussie
- Location
- Melbourne, Australia
Wasn't Guy still in the audience?
Blazinghand
O cursèd spite
- Location
- California
The Bushranger
In the Danger Zone
- Location
- TSAB Asura
The antimatter universe isn't a true mirror universe (Person X in the positive universe doesn't have Counterpart Xgoatee in the anti one), but it does hew close to being a moral inversion universe.
ThrawnCA
Carbon-based biped
- Location
- Australia
that may be
if you don't
as the qwa-sword severs
face him as he lands
Ragnar
And from page 44, very few corrections this time. I promise it's not because I've been taken over by a Star Conqueror - or is it?
combat practice
practising with them
Principal Personal Secretary
This is valid, but perhaps "honest counselors" was intended?
Then she
tissue samples
as the beam passes
Green Lantern Corps
- Location
- Hampden Park
- Location
- Earth: Universe Meta - 1
The problem is if you can't trust someone's word you stop dealing with them. It's not about morals it's about having a working society in general. Without society, you're stuck as hunter gatherers.
Heck, if this incident ever escapes their information control. Quardians end up looking like sore loosers. At best people knew what that pit was for, so they now know to avoid those fights. It's going to be horribly bad for business.
Morals are rarely the program. It's more you can't expect a society that encourages stupid to last long.
Edit:
Ragnar may have just dealt a massive blow to Quard's entertainment industry by accident. Even if everyone left right now, I imagine that people are going to be rather upset.
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