ThrawnCA
Carbon-based biped
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With a power ring ready to fix body and mind as needed - why?
With This Ring (Young Justice SI) (Thread Twelve)
- Thread starter Mr Zoat
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- Ashtabula
Because even with a power ring it wrecked up the Renegades body. Took away most of his sense of touch, which only got fixed with father box's help.
Also the whole giant Grey Rock monster looking dude. With a power ring it's not like Venom Buster is super needed. So you have some breathing room to find an even better solution. Honestly it was just yet another, or should I say the first, of the Renegades really dumb personal decisions.
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- Hampden Park
Thank you, corrected.
Not all of Arcane's creations were intelligent or conventionally sexed.
Grayven remembers it in the comics as generally granting crap powers at random, and has no idea where to find one. The one Truggs brought back from the future is a write off.
Adom is still in the same room with no one to talk to. The legal process to get him out has started but law covering this sort of thing is... Not well tested.
Circe went home and started utilising every arcane technique at her disposal to study Grayven.
So Adom is unlikely to be at the meeting.
If nothing else than because finding a translator is going to really complicate the legal process.
Greyven says there will be seven other people. So…
Lex
Circe
Mister Swift
Queen Clea
Presumably Scandal is on the list once he tracks her down.
Could have been including Cranius in the count I guess.
Possibly one of the people working on cleansing Britain. Not really their type of work though.
A Genomorph?
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Chaoswind
Lord of nonsense
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- Latin America
Actually more than half of his super team of friends are remembered as overpowered tyrants and villains. Shazam had plenty of reasons to suspect Adom was going to fuck everything up and at that point he WAS a widower so no priestess of Isis to tell him he is hanging out with team discount evil tyrant.
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- Ashtabula
Another dead link I believe. Got the whole 'this page can not be displayed' thing.
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- Somewhere out there
I don't get the reference.
Is this original material or is it a comics reference that I can't find?
Empiricist2
Let's play doctor!
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- Baton Rouge
A few questions:
WH40K exists in WTR. Did Games Workshop happen to hit upon a physiological modification in their stories that is also a good design choice as seen by Cranius?
Why start with the kidney and seemingly only the kidney? If I was going to revamp the human body while still keeping it looking human, I would start by replacing mammalian lungs with bird lungs. More efficient at getting oxygen from the air, which allows longer periods of intense exercise. I suppose an improved kidney would be necessary then, but I'm not seeing much benefit in only an improved kidney.
Also, in the vein of improving humans, with a focus on combat: make the jugular vein/arteries more central in the neck, reinforce the larynx with something sturdier than cartilage, and rework the spine to make sense for supporting vertical weight.
I think the idea here is that this is being sold as a way to keep people healthy, which is an easier sell than straight-up performance-based transhumanism. It came up during one of Grayven and Cranius's talks as a way to deal with antibiotic resistant bacteria as the easiest possible sell for Un-Man-based research, and Grayven probably suggested the name due to being still a fanboy at heart.
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- Somewhere out there
I imagine kidneys are a reasonably safe thing to experiment with. You've got two of them so you can afford to have one of them being experimental. Meanwhile, you might have two lungs but you only have one diaphragm. (Also, bird lungs use a completely different mechanism to pump air, so you'd be diverging further from the original body plan.)
It also seems like a better bang-for-your-buck thing: An improved kidney would provide a meaningful health benefit in normal life, while normal mammalian lungs are sufficiently good for most uses and it's only in extreme circumstances where more efficient oxygen exchange would make enough of a difference to be noteworthy.
It also seems like a better bang-for-your-buck thing: An improved kidney would provide a meaningful health benefit in normal life, while normal mammalian lungs are sufficiently good for most uses and it's only in extreme circumstances where more efficient oxygen exchange would make enough of a difference to be noteworthy.
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- texas
Safer as in you can take the powers away, you mean?
That's not foolproof.
Robbie Reed's dial leaves imprints on the user, allowing them to trigger during flight or fight moments like the metagene.
Robbie Reed when he left prison probably had enough powers to make Sylar jealous. It's only a fraction of each power, but fractions add up.
The Wizard made hero dials leak, both Chris and Vicki gained the power to transform without dials, unless that was just their metagene trigger.
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- Hampden Park
I love Big Brother.
Thank you, corrected.
Sportsmater, after removing his crossbow.
Thank you, corrected.
Glad you like it.The song is priceless BTW
No, there were two people called Flinders. Baran and Selinda.
Thank you, corrected.
No, new sentence.
Thank you, corrected.
There was a brief orange glow, then he realised what he was doing and stopped it.
The 'you' in 'you're' is Richard.
Thank you, corrected.
Not sure what it went to, so I'll link it to one of the Queen's wiki pages.
Bilderberg Group.
His name isn't mentioned in the comic. The rest is canon.
"The rib cage is fused? How do zhey breathe?"
It's not really a kidney. Grayven just liked the name.
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ThrawnCA
Carbon-based biped
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- Australia
Yeah, but it doesn't quite match up. By emphasising that, he's contrasting Richard with someone super-strong - but then he talks about Richard being on the receiving end of a strike, whereas the real difference is when someone super-strong is on the giving end.
If he's contrasting "Batman trains Richard" with "Batman trains Kon", then it's Batman, not Richard, in danger. If he's contrasting "Batman trains Richard" with "Wonder Woman trains Richard," then Richard is common to both scenarios and it doesn't make sense to emphasize his name the first time.
Hmm, I don't remember him feeling threatened by Sportsmaster after that point. After sub-spacing the crossbow, his reaction to Sportsmaster's continued assault was "I just tanked exploding javelins, you're just going to bruise your fists."
Aww, I never had one. Lucky you!
...OTOH I've wondered sometimes whether, if I had a brother, we might have half-killed each other growing up. My dad has some interesting stories of him and his four brothers...
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- Hampden Park
The 'you' in this bit is Richard.Me said:
The 'you' in this bit is 'a person'.Me said:
Modified.
Empiricist2
Let's play doctor!
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- Baton Rouge
People who have hesitations about putting cool bird lungs in their bodies or reworking their skeleton have no place in putting other SCIENCE! organs in their bodies.
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- Somewhere out there
But that's Grayven's entire point here. They're specifically trying to make a gradual introduction of SCIENCE! organs into the world in a way that doesn't trigger immediate resistance from the average person, getting a foot in the door so to speak.
There's also the question of how much it affected his judgement. Yes, he did tell the ring to negate radical shifts in neurochemistry; but there's a lot of room for personality alterations before you reach the level of "radical change". Look how bad tempered he became compared to Paragon for example; a bad temper isn't pathological, and is likely not something the ring would have stopped the Venom Buster from imposing.
Plus of course he didn't test it. Recall how it turned out how a double application of the Garrick Formula made rats explode? You really want to test those super-serums before just injecting them into yourself and hoping for the best.
ThrawnCA
Carbon-based biped
- Location
- Australia
What level of testing does he need here? He's seen it used successfully on someone else, and took steps to alleviate the difficulties that became apparent from that. It probably would have been sensible to test it on samples of his own blood first; but, he had a limited window of opportunity, and would very likely have had sufficient desire for self-preservation to restore himself from pretty much any immediate disaster.
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- madison
yes. he saw one guy who used it and got his brain messed with, then told his ring to counter that kind of damage. he did not check for stuff like elevated hormone levels, or other more subtle things that mess with ones judgment. He knew that the ring could counter gross changes, but not more subtle ones. Which would likely not interact in a beneficial way with the orange light.
an an aside, why didn't the renegade every go orange light crazy? I get that fatherbox build him a soul that would resist that, but that was a ways in. Well after pauls own episode of losing it for a bit. was he going low to mid level crazy by the time he started having desads father box build him the god of conquests soul out of orange light?
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What are the effects on soulless people? What are the long term effects? Can it be undone with a power ring?
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- Somewhere out there
The answer to that one is observed to be "yes" but I don't remember which timeline we saw that in.
Paragon. Notably Renegade didn't try to do so before using the Venom Buster on himself.
Also note that the Garrick and Danner formulas can't be undone with a power ring, so it's not a given.
Kkutlord
Prince of Breath
- Location
- Indianapolis, Indiana
If I remember correctly, the only people to be purged of Venom Buster were those who hadn't been that way for long. Makes more sense that way, as the body would still be adjusting to the transformation. I've always found it weird how you could fully depower someone who had their genetic powers for months or even years.
Rapprochement (supplementary, SI option)
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- Hampden Park
3rd September
17:22 GMT
I take a moment to look around Dox's new office. Not a lot of effort gone into decoration as yet, though I do rather like the view out of the windows. "I'm a little surprised that you moved up here."
Dox doesn't look around from his monitors. "We're no more exposed here than on the surface."
I walk towards the closest window and look out towards Maltus. "Still. You're in a building entirely controlled by another intelligence, rather than one whose construction you controlled."
"You rather took the decision out of my hands when you recruited Lantern Ranx. His core programming requires the presence of a commanding officer in order to be satisfied. Our officer corps consists of precisely two individuals. Do you intend to remain here?"
"I'd… Rather not. But a senior Darkstar-."
"I ran the schematic calculations myself. The Darkstars are reconnaissance. Ranx was a battle station. His loyalty is reasonably secured with a Lantern, but is better secured using a fleet officer. His multiprocessing abilities are sufficiently good that I find him to be an adequate source of labour. This is… Acceptable."
I nod, watching as an engineering detail begin attaching the first parts of what will eventually be Ranx's first shipyard. "Alright. What next?"
"Next, I want you to look over the second level of potential Orange Lantern recruits." I turn back towards him, frowning slightly. "Now that the first class have been taught your self-focusing techniques, they can instruct others in turn. Your time is more profitably spent testing exactly what degree of psychological divergence from our baselines can use rings satisfactorily."
"Without going on an insane rampage."
"Without going on an insane rampage against anyone other than the Reach." He tears his eyes away from his monitors for a split second. "We are building a military force."
"Insane Orange Lanterns will be powerful but stupid. The Reach will beat them."
"I'm not planning to defeat them through a series of duels."
I don't see him press a button, but a copy of the Darkstar's map of the Reach interior appears in the middle of the room. Thousands of dots for inhabited worlds in the nebulous 'periphery zone'. I could look up which ones are only just coming into Reach 'influence' and which are actually being settled, but it isn't all that important. Thousands more dots lie outside that zone, marked in accordance with our expectations of how the Reach are prioritising them. Small silver star shapes for Reach Periphery Fleets maintained in the periphery zone and larger silver stars for the Reserve Fleets lurking back in what is firmly Reach territory. We've got a pretty good idea of their locations and composition, as well as their maximum speed and range. The Darkstars may not have the force necessary to stop the tide, but they are good at what they do.
"A group of vengeful Orange Lanterns powerful enough to disintegrate a periphery fleet would be an extremely useful strategic tool. They could be recovered by a more stable comrade after the action is concluded. Planets on the periphery are far more able to support our ongoing campaign than worlds further in, and worlds still outside the Reach sphere of influence will be more likely to support us once they observe our ability to hurt the Reach significantly. Time is an issue."
"If the Reach didn't recover them and take their rings in the meantime."
"Do you have an alternate idea?"
"We have a phrase on my homeworld. 'With blackjack and hookers'."
"I'm… Not sure..?"
"It means, 'I'm going to do what you do, but better'. Without all the mistakes you made. We're not the Green Lantern Corps -we're not going to lose to the Reach- but ultimately I want their structure. The respect they get. And I want future generations of Orange Lanterns to look back at their forebears with pride, not thinking 'those guys were really fucked up'. And I want our allies to be able to do the same thing."
Dox give me something approaching his full attention. "You still haven't given me an actual proposal."
"We don't need people with lots of desire. We need people with… Stable.. desire-structures."
"Which only you can see."
"Which at the moment only I can see. But if I'm getting higher quality recruits, why would that matter? I go to them, offer them training and a ring."
"Using this… Apparently universe-wide teleportation ability you recently developed."
Hinon was pretty clear that taking other people with me wasn't a good idea, but getting to them? That would work. "To reach them, yes. I wouldn't know who I was going to, just how stable their avarice network was."
"You are welcome to try. I am interested in learning to better model your exotic abilities."
"Sensors online, Commander!"
Dox nods. I stare at him. He notices, the skin around his eyes tightening slightly as he tries to work out why. I flick my eyes up. There's a confused moment where he pays no attention to his monitors at all.
Then he gets it. "Thank you, Lantern Ranx."
I smile as I float into the air and raise my hands out to the sides, palms upwards.
And the universe fades out. Dox is there, and the other people working on Ranx… And of course the neatly contained and nearly totally satisfied desires of Ranx himself… I pull back further and further.
And I listen. I listen for… Harmonies. Great symphonies played out in orange light. Patterns within patterns, perfectly balanced and-.
There!
I move-
"…doing to him!"
A cave, a forest, a.. desire set that I've felt before. Soldiers in blue and white armour, humanoid, an officer in familiar-looking robes… A near-humanoid with a slightly pointed oval head. The boy has black sclera, an unusual trait, but one which-
"Another one! Shoot him!"
"No!"
-is relatively common amongst Daxamites! Orange armour shimmers into being around me and construct filaments lash out at the soldiers. I thought I recognised the style. This is Daxam! And if they're using-
My filament burns through the robe and is turned aside by the crystalline armour underneath.
-relic weapons then someone has really made them angry.
The boy I heard grabs the other alien's hand and pulls him away as the soldiers turn towards me.
That shouldn't be completely modern armour; the Daxamites went their own way long before Krypton died. And I don't think that they're-.
There's a yellow flare from the officer's hand as he activates a white solar flare.
And now they are.
17:22 GMT
I take a moment to look around Dox's new office. Not a lot of effort gone into decoration as yet, though I do rather like the view out of the windows. "I'm a little surprised that you moved up here."
Dox doesn't look around from his monitors. "We're no more exposed here than on the surface."
I walk towards the closest window and look out towards Maltus. "Still. You're in a building entirely controlled by another intelligence, rather than one whose construction you controlled."
"You rather took the decision out of my hands when you recruited Lantern Ranx. His core programming requires the presence of a commanding officer in order to be satisfied. Our officer corps consists of precisely two individuals. Do you intend to remain here?"
"I'd… Rather not. But a senior Darkstar-."
"I ran the schematic calculations myself. The Darkstars are reconnaissance. Ranx was a battle station. His loyalty is reasonably secured with a Lantern, but is better secured using a fleet officer. His multiprocessing abilities are sufficiently good that I find him to be an adequate source of labour. This is… Acceptable."
I nod, watching as an engineering detail begin attaching the first parts of what will eventually be Ranx's first shipyard. "Alright. What next?"
"Next, I want you to look over the second level of potential Orange Lantern recruits." I turn back towards him, frowning slightly. "Now that the first class have been taught your self-focusing techniques, they can instruct others in turn. Your time is more profitably spent testing exactly what degree of psychological divergence from our baselines can use rings satisfactorily."
"Without going on an insane rampage."
"Without going on an insane rampage against anyone other than the Reach." He tears his eyes away from his monitors for a split second. "We are building a military force."
"Insane Orange Lanterns will be powerful but stupid. The Reach will beat them."
"I'm not planning to defeat them through a series of duels."
I don't see him press a button, but a copy of the Darkstar's map of the Reach interior appears in the middle of the room. Thousands of dots for inhabited worlds in the nebulous 'periphery zone'. I could look up which ones are only just coming into Reach 'influence' and which are actually being settled, but it isn't all that important. Thousands more dots lie outside that zone, marked in accordance with our expectations of how the Reach are prioritising them. Small silver star shapes for Reach Periphery Fleets maintained in the periphery zone and larger silver stars for the Reserve Fleets lurking back in what is firmly Reach territory. We've got a pretty good idea of their locations and composition, as well as their maximum speed and range. The Darkstars may not have the force necessary to stop the tide, but they are good at what they do.
"A group of vengeful Orange Lanterns powerful enough to disintegrate a periphery fleet would be an extremely useful strategic tool. They could be recovered by a more stable comrade after the action is concluded. Planets on the periphery are far more able to support our ongoing campaign than worlds further in, and worlds still outside the Reach sphere of influence will be more likely to support us once they observe our ability to hurt the Reach significantly. Time is an issue."
"If the Reach didn't recover them and take their rings in the meantime."
"Do you have an alternate idea?"
"We have a phrase on my homeworld. 'With blackjack and hookers'."
"I'm… Not sure..?"
"It means, 'I'm going to do what you do, but better'. Without all the mistakes you made. We're not the Green Lantern Corps -we're not going to lose to the Reach- but ultimately I want their structure. The respect they get. And I want future generations of Orange Lanterns to look back at their forebears with pride, not thinking 'those guys were really fucked up'. And I want our allies to be able to do the same thing."
Dox give me something approaching his full attention. "You still haven't given me an actual proposal."
"We don't need people with lots of desire. We need people with… Stable.. desire-structures."
"Which only you can see."
"Which at the moment only I can see. But if I'm getting higher quality recruits, why would that matter? I go to them, offer them training and a ring."
"Using this… Apparently universe-wide teleportation ability you recently developed."
Hinon was pretty clear that taking other people with me wasn't a good idea, but getting to them? That would work. "To reach them, yes. I wouldn't know who I was going to, just how stable their avarice network was."
"You are welcome to try. I am interested in learning to better model your exotic abilities."
"Sensors online, Commander!"
Dox nods. I stare at him. He notices, the skin around his eyes tightening slightly as he tries to work out why. I flick my eyes up. There's a confused moment where he pays no attention to his monitors at all.
Then he gets it. "Thank you, Lantern Ranx."
I smile as I float into the air and raise my hands out to the sides, palms upwards.
And the universe fades out. Dox is there, and the other people working on Ranx… And of course the neatly contained and nearly totally satisfied desires of Ranx himself… I pull back further and further.
And I listen. I listen for… Harmonies. Great symphonies played out in orange light. Patterns within patterns, perfectly balanced and-.
There!
I move-
"…doing to him!"
A cave, a forest, a.. desire set that I've felt before. Soldiers in blue and white armour, humanoid, an officer in familiar-looking robes… A near-humanoid with a slightly pointed oval head. The boy has black sclera, an unusual trait, but one which-
"Another one! Shoot him!"
"No!"
-is relatively common amongst Daxamites! Orange armour shimmers into being around me and construct filaments lash out at the soldiers. I thought I recognised the style. This is Daxam! And if they're using-
My filament burns through the robe and is turned aside by the crystalline armour underneath.
-relic weapons then someone has really made them angry.
The boy I heard grabs the other alien's hand and pulls him away as the soldiers turn towards me.
That shouldn't be completely modern armour; the Daxamites went their own way long before Krypton died. And I don't think that they're-.
There's a yellow flare from the officer's hand as he activates a white solar flare.
And now they are.
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understanding is that he has so far been
And I've finally caught up with reading the discussion thread (with an unfortunate detour through a hugely disappointing other discussion thread started by someone who apparently just wanted to make himself feel more important by making up flaws in the story or the writing - as if there aren't enough real ones to be getting on with...)
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