You're forgetting the Star Trek/Legion of Super-Heroes crossover, which used original Trek.
With This Ring (Young Justice SI) (Thread Twelve)
- Thread starter Mr Zoat
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You're forgetting the Star Trek/Legion of Super-Heroes crossover, which used original Trek.
It doesn't. He's tried it before on things and been informed by his ring that the target lacked the "emotional substance" to be branded or assimilated.
- Location
- Hampden Park
Thank you, corrected.
- Location
- Earth, 3rd rock from the Sun
If there is enough there to brand, it should work, probably by substituting the highest authority in its command hierarchy (the one it wants to obey) with the brand user. We know from the Manhunters an AI can be subordinate to it's directives (badly programmed they may be) and still use the spectrum. And Krypton tech is comparable enough to Malthusian tech they could apparently make a "no lanterns allowed without permission" edict stick.
- Location
- Tulsa, Oklahoma
Paul looks at the Eradicator and saw spiritual shallowness to where he can't brand it due to a lack of connection to the Orange Light.
You don't have to be that technologically advanced to have Green Lanterns stay out. You just have to be able to keep pirates out, be peaceful(-ish), and negotiate with the GLC.
Edit: MrZoat, Is Lor-Zod going to be in this story at all? I'd love a SI-explanation of how being born in the Phantom Zone somehow makes you a physical in the real universe.
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look at that. That's adorable.
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- Location
- Hampden Park
shepsquared
Erratic Aussie
- Location
- Melbourne, Australia
Presumably the target needs to have an arcane presence - a soul that is connected to the Honden.
On an unrelated note. Irish Dreamer has just up the stakes on hijinx for you Zoat... Seeing as he had swamp thing and the rot team up to send zombies to rescue Starro controlled children, while buying time for Constantine to accidently red ring humanity while breaking Starros control....
Think Paul may have competition in WUT hijinks in fics now
Think Paul may have competition in WUT hijinks in fics now
ThrawnCA
Carbon-based biped
- Location
- Australia
Ah, poor Grayven...
...He has a real potty mouth when he's badly hurt, doesn't he?
...He has a real potty mouth when he's badly hurt, doesn't he?
Tell you what:
Thanagarian
about yea
Central Power Battery
Father Box
say."
unit of marines charges
first thing they see in the combat zone is
and/or
. Construct
with the
a few seconds' fabrication
there we are:
slowly and purposefully
Nth metal
the scar tissue and the skin... dissolve
Clyemne's interjection
worse orichalcum than
looking forward to
for him to get
Clyemne breaks
is unlikely;
have a big enough bed
and holds them out
- Location
- 'Murica
Now you can't just drop a reference like that without a link. It's uncivilized.
zhuull
SB still lying to protect Racists what else is new
Not that it was a bad thing to forget in this case at least, as that was a mind bogglingly stupid plot line to begin with.
*Sigh*
And I just realized that our two comments here can be applied to far too many plots in both Marvel and DC..
Converse (part 7)
- Location
- Hampden Park
14th September
20:58 GMT
"Black-" The Eradicator surges forward, punching Kon in the face with its left arm and sending him flying across Xenon's surface! "-Zero-" Completely ignoring me, it flies after him and fires its eye lasers again as he bounces off the moon's surface. "-insurgent."
Fuck me Kryptonian robots are fast! "Kon!" Construct armour up power armour on construct railgun-.
Destroyed by Eradicator laser vision the moment I created it. Though at least being forced to turn its head around means that Kon has a chance to get his hurtling under control. His armour looks intact, but his kinetic belt should have blocked the punch with no knock back. Why didn't-?
I open fire at the Eradicator with six laser cannon constructs, burning through its cape and doing no obvious damage to the black material covering its 'skin'. And this is the slight problem with relying on projectiles.
There's a barely visible silver shimmer around its fists. Of course, if one civilisation finds a way of reliably negating kinetic attacks, it shouldn't be surprising that others found a way to negate their defence.
"I'm-" Kon stabilises, spins so that he's lying facing the oncoming Eradicator and extends his fists as he accelerates. "-fine."
I vaguely remember from the comics that Kryptonians did have super strength martial arts, but unfortunately I haven't been able to find out much about them. Kon's studied wrestling, but I'm not sure how useful that will be against something without normal organic vulnerabilities. On the other hand-
The Eradicator attempts to punch with its left hand, and misses completely as Kon's Nth metal armour allows him to change vector just a little faster than a Kryptonian's flight ordinarily would. It attempts a laser beam, but Kon's thick chest plate is the only thing it can hit as Kon gets in behind it and wraps himself around its legs. The sudden extra mass causes it to spin as Kon gets to work on a knee-snapper.
-the Eradicator hasn't ever fought anyone like Kon before. Kryptonian marines did not learn Greco-Roman Wrestling. The Eradicator turns, giving me a perfect shot at its eyes as it fires down at Kon. Its shot strikes his left arm and shoulder, causing a minute change in the colour of the metal which vanishes a moment later. My shot causes its beam to wink out and makes the glowing yellow lights of its eyes flicker and fail. That doesn't necessarily mean that it's blind; it almost certainly has other sensors. But no more eye lasers: progress.
"Grug."
Kon squeezes as the Eradicator directs their shared spinning mass into Xenon's surface. Between the kryptonite dust and the dust thrown up by their impact it's a little hard to see what the result is, and the Eradicator doesn't really need its leg. I send a wide construct through the dust, shoving it away to give myself a clear shot while the two of them struggle inelegantly in near-Xenon space. I send a flexible construct at the Eradicator's right arm, but a flicker of silver destroys it before it can touch the black material.
Anti-construct as well. Suddenly starting to feel slightly bad about badmouthing Tomar-Re. Can't risk a shot without either a hold… Cold gun would be a bit of a risk since I don't know how the Eradicator copes with heat…
"Kon, can you-" I see the Eradicator's leg bend, dull grey and green material visible through the breaks in its exterior. "-cope? I think-" The leg no longer supporting his hold, Kon slips slightly as the Eradicator spins and it manages to grab his left wrist with its right hand. "-I should check-" Kon grabs its wrist in turn and twists his hands in opposite directions. "-to see if there's a-."
Kon turns his head to face the Eradicator's chest, then fires his heat vision. The blast lasts a second at most but the Eradicator evaporates. And the kryptonitefuckfuckfuck!
I transition and erect a bubble field around us just as the radiation wave passes over us and the blast wave ripples through the dust surrounding us. I can see Kon's surprised face through his helmet.
"Kryptonite generates-."
"An explosion and.. intense.. radiation…" His eyes dart around his field of vision. "Yeah. Ah, thanks."
"Well done with the Eradicator. Now, unless you want to watch the blast wave go all the way around Krypton's orbital plane, I think we should probably get inside the outpost."
"Uh-huh." We both turn and fly back towards the opening in the crystal. "Why d'you think it attacked me? Who are.. Black Zero?"
"Some sort of terrorist group. No idea why it thought you were a member. There wasn't much on John's ring about Kryptonian society and… Only person I met while I was away who might know wants…" We float down the crystal tube, lights glimmering inside the crystal as we do so. "He… Sort of wants to kill you."
Kon frowns. "Why? What did I do to him?"
"Not you specifically. All surviving Kryptonians. When General Zod attempted his coup, he had Amalak's world bombarded from orbit first. I'm not really sure why."
"But the Science Council had Zod sent to the Phantom Zone. He was just as much a criminal on Krypton as he was on wherever Amalak was from."
"Amalak's people would have executed him and all of his supporters. Possibly after torturing them. Which the Science Council did not do."
"I'm not sure that permanent imprisonment without being able to feel anything is much better."
"That wasn't the point. Amalak's homeworld… It's called Timaron. It used to be a Possession World, sort of.. in Krypton's sphere of influence. Whether it wanted to be or not."
"And that would have been-" We reach the bottom of the shaft, and Kon waves his hand over a crystalline pedestal to our left. The crystal making up the shaft responds by closing up. "-when the Military Council were still in charge. Then the Science Council took over… I guess the groups closest to Krypton didn't do too well."
"I didn't ask, but that sounds logical. Plus, the general break down in law and order…"
"Kryptonians would be pretty unpopular anyway." He nods as we make our way along the corridor. "And given how xenophobic the Science Council was… Would they even have bothered telling anyone else Zod hurt what they did with him?"
"I doubt it. They certainly didn't offer the survivors any sort of help."
"Huh?"
"After an orbital strike from Kryptonian warships? The planet wasn't habitable. Amalak told me he was concerned there wasn't enough genetic variety left in his species for them to have a future. Zod did far more harm to them than he did to Krypton."
"Oh."
We emerge into a small circular room with a pedestal in the centre. Kon looks at me and I shrug as best my armour allows me. "I'm not saying that I can't interface with it, but that Eradicator had construct disruption technology. And it wouldn't be easy anyway."
Kon nods, steps up to the pedestal and holds his right hand over it. A hologram appears showing the face of an elderly man.
"Hello. I was High Councillor Har-Zod. To whom am I speaking?"
"My name is Kon-El. Ah, son of-."
The hologram frowns. "An unfortunate name. You're a clone, then?"
"Kind of. I have two genetic parents, but I was made in a tank. What's unfortunate about it?"
"The syllable 'kon' can have several meanings, but the most simple is 'abomination'. It was commonly used as a term of abuse for clones. Not that I myself bear such prejudices, but it is curious to me that you identify yourself in such a way."
What?
"Oh. I… Just… It sounds like a name from Earth. That's.. the planet I grew up on. I didn't even know that it meant anything." He turns towards me.
I raise my hands. "I don't speak Kryptonian."
He looks at the ground for a moment, then appears to accept it. He turns back to the holohead. "So… What are you? Are you wired up to the machine somewhere?"
"No. What you are speaking to is a computer representation of my responses based on my most recent neural imprint. Given the conditions outside I think it likely that the original Har-Zod has been dead for some time. But: you are Kryptonian, and given what has befallen our people I suppose that I should make my archive available to you. What would you like to know?"
20:58 GMT
"Black-" The Eradicator surges forward, punching Kon in the face with its left arm and sending him flying across Xenon's surface! "-Zero-" Completely ignoring me, it flies after him and fires its eye lasers again as he bounces off the moon's surface. "-insurgent."
Fuck me Kryptonian robots are fast! "Kon!" Construct armour up power armour on construct railgun-.
Destroyed by Eradicator laser vision the moment I created it. Though at least being forced to turn its head around means that Kon has a chance to get his hurtling under control. His armour looks intact, but his kinetic belt should have blocked the punch with no knock back. Why didn't-?
I open fire at the Eradicator with six laser cannon constructs, burning through its cape and doing no obvious damage to the black material covering its 'skin'. And this is the slight problem with relying on projectiles.
There's a barely visible silver shimmer around its fists. Of course, if one civilisation finds a way of reliably negating kinetic attacks, it shouldn't be surprising that others found a way to negate their defence.
"I'm-" Kon stabilises, spins so that he's lying facing the oncoming Eradicator and extends his fists as he accelerates. "-fine."
I vaguely remember from the comics that Kryptonians did have super strength martial arts, but unfortunately I haven't been able to find out much about them. Kon's studied wrestling, but I'm not sure how useful that will be against something without normal organic vulnerabilities. On the other hand-
The Eradicator attempts to punch with its left hand, and misses completely as Kon's Nth metal armour allows him to change vector just a little faster than a Kryptonian's flight ordinarily would. It attempts a laser beam, but Kon's thick chest plate is the only thing it can hit as Kon gets in behind it and wraps himself around its legs. The sudden extra mass causes it to spin as Kon gets to work on a knee-snapper.
-the Eradicator hasn't ever fought anyone like Kon before. Kryptonian marines did not learn Greco-Roman Wrestling. The Eradicator turns, giving me a perfect shot at its eyes as it fires down at Kon. Its shot strikes his left arm and shoulder, causing a minute change in the colour of the metal which vanishes a moment later. My shot causes its beam to wink out and makes the glowing yellow lights of its eyes flicker and fail. That doesn't necessarily mean that it's blind; it almost certainly has other sensors. But no more eye lasers: progress.
"Grug."
Kon squeezes as the Eradicator directs their shared spinning mass into Xenon's surface. Between the kryptonite dust and the dust thrown up by their impact it's a little hard to see what the result is, and the Eradicator doesn't really need its leg. I send a wide construct through the dust, shoving it away to give myself a clear shot while the two of them struggle inelegantly in near-Xenon space. I send a flexible construct at the Eradicator's right arm, but a flicker of silver destroys it before it can touch the black material.
Anti-construct as well. Suddenly starting to feel slightly bad about badmouthing Tomar-Re. Can't risk a shot without either a hold… Cold gun would be a bit of a risk since I don't know how the Eradicator copes with heat…
"Kon, can you-" I see the Eradicator's leg bend, dull grey and green material visible through the breaks in its exterior. "-cope? I think-" The leg no longer supporting his hold, Kon slips slightly as the Eradicator spins and it manages to grab his left wrist with its right hand. "-I should check-" Kon grabs its wrist in turn and twists his hands in opposite directions. "-to see if there's a-."
Kon turns his head to face the Eradicator's chest, then fires his heat vision. The blast lasts a second at most but the Eradicator evaporates. And the kryptonitefuckfuckfuck!
I transition and erect a bubble field around us just as the radiation wave passes over us and the blast wave ripples through the dust surrounding us. I can see Kon's surprised face through his helmet.
"Kryptonite generates-."
"An explosion and.. intense.. radiation…" His eyes dart around his field of vision. "Yeah. Ah, thanks."
"Well done with the Eradicator. Now, unless you want to watch the blast wave go all the way around Krypton's orbital plane, I think we should probably get inside the outpost."
"Uh-huh." We both turn and fly back towards the opening in the crystal. "Why d'you think it attacked me? Who are.. Black Zero?"
"Some sort of terrorist group. No idea why it thought you were a member. There wasn't much on John's ring about Kryptonian society and… Only person I met while I was away who might know wants…" We float down the crystal tube, lights glimmering inside the crystal as we do so. "He… Sort of wants to kill you."
Kon frowns. "Why? What did I do to him?"
"Not you specifically. All surviving Kryptonians. When General Zod attempted his coup, he had Amalak's world bombarded from orbit first. I'm not really sure why."
"But the Science Council had Zod sent to the Phantom Zone. He was just as much a criminal on Krypton as he was on wherever Amalak was from."
"Amalak's people would have executed him and all of his supporters. Possibly after torturing them. Which the Science Council did not do."
"I'm not sure that permanent imprisonment without being able to feel anything is much better."
"That wasn't the point. Amalak's homeworld… It's called Timaron. It used to be a Possession World, sort of.. in Krypton's sphere of influence. Whether it wanted to be or not."
"And that would have been-" We reach the bottom of the shaft, and Kon waves his hand over a crystalline pedestal to our left. The crystal making up the shaft responds by closing up. "-when the Military Council were still in charge. Then the Science Council took over… I guess the groups closest to Krypton didn't do too well."
"I didn't ask, but that sounds logical. Plus, the general break down in law and order…"
"Kryptonians would be pretty unpopular anyway." He nods as we make our way along the corridor. "And given how xenophobic the Science Council was… Would they even have bothered telling anyone else Zod hurt what they did with him?"
"I doubt it. They certainly didn't offer the survivors any sort of help."
"Huh?"
"After an orbital strike from Kryptonian warships? The planet wasn't habitable. Amalak told me he was concerned there wasn't enough genetic variety left in his species for them to have a future. Zod did far more harm to them than he did to Krypton."
"Oh."
We emerge into a small circular room with a pedestal in the centre. Kon looks at me and I shrug as best my armour allows me. "I'm not saying that I can't interface with it, but that Eradicator had construct disruption technology. And it wouldn't be easy anyway."
Kon nods, steps up to the pedestal and holds his right hand over it. A hologram appears showing the face of an elderly man.
"Hello. I was High Councillor Har-Zod. To whom am I speaking?"
"My name is Kon-El. Ah, son of-."
The hologram frowns. "An unfortunate name. You're a clone, then?"
"Kind of. I have two genetic parents, but I was made in a tank. What's unfortunate about it?"
"The syllable 'kon' can have several meanings, but the most simple is 'abomination'. It was commonly used as a term of abuse for clones. Not that I myself bear such prejudices, but it is curious to me that you identify yourself in such a way."
What?
"Oh. I… Just… It sounds like a name from Earth. That's.. the planet I grew up on. I didn't even know that it meant anything." He turns towards me.
I raise my hands. "I don't speak Kryptonian."
He looks at the ground for a moment, then appears to accept it. He turns back to the holohead. "So… What are you? Are you wired up to the machine somewhere?"
"No. What you are speaking to is a computer representation of my responses based on my most recent neural imprint. Given the conditions outside I think it likely that the original Har-Zod has been dead for some time. But: you are Kryptonian, and given what has befallen our people I suppose that I should make my archive available to you. What would you like to know?"
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zhuull
SB still lying to protect Racists what else is new
"But first, please feel free to to take a seat. There is a kneeling cushion here before me if you'd like."
- Location
- Sector 2814, Sol-3 (Earth), United States
Is this a megamatt09 reference, or is there actually a Har-Zod somewhere in the extended DC mythos?
Three periods?
Looks like Kon might get his own Fortress of Solitude.
Because OL might be able to simply rip the outpost out of the moon and move it to Earth.
If they think of it.
Because OL might be able to simply rip the outpost out of the moon and move it to Earth.
They have Blue Lantern Alan for that.
If they think of it.
Obloquy
CrossMyHeart And HopeToDie, StickANeedleInMyEye
- Location
- the Physical Realm
Well, he's being polite at least.
Glad to see that Kon bit is now known to both versions. Good installment in what's shaping up as a solid arc. I like to see Paul interacting with the Team again, I wish we'd see Grayven doing the same.
Glad to see that Kon bit is now known to both versions. Good installment in what's shaping up as a solid arc. I like to see Paul interacting with the Team again, I wish we'd see Grayven doing the same.
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I really hope that Zoat has better taste in written porn than THAT guy.
- Location
- Ashtabula
I'm assuming a kneebar, unless Kon was working for an ankle, heel hook, or something of that nature. Not posting as a correction.
Hilariously, most people who wrestle in school and/or college don't know the first thing about most submission holds. The "Sport" has pretty much completely devoured the "Martial art" aspect. Shoot wrestling is about all that keeps it alive and let me tell you...Shooters haaaaaaaaaaaate the Japanese/BJJ domination of grappling in pop culture.
Not....too sure on if the ancient Greeks were as advanced in their holds as current days. I only remember Herakles using bear hugs and over the shoulders back breakers. But I'm going to assume that after a the few thousand years that they've had, the Amazons got their tech up to snuff.
Too bad "Ur" doesn't mean like...Fist in Kryptonian. Then he could Kon'Ur El "The Abominable fist of house El."
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- Location
- Hampden Park
There is actually a Har-Zod in DC mythos. Also, who is megamatt09?
I refer you to the FAQ.
- Location
- Tromso, Norway.
A crappy porn writer who writes a lot of Harry Potter/DC/Marvel crossovers, Harry usually ends up being some kind of godlike being who is at least partly Kryptonian.
IIRC anyway, it's been a while since I read his stuff.
- Location
- Sector 2814, Sol-3 (Earth), United States
He's a fanfiction writer whose written a whole slew of fanfics that are basically poorly written excuses to see Harry Potter (mostly, the Har-Zod thing is the typical "let's make Harry actually Kryptonian" excuse), Spiderman, or Superman screw literally every eligible female in whatever universe the story is set in.
And... ninja'd.
- Location
- Tulsa, Oklahoma
"Insufficient avaliable data on general Kryptonian physiology, Alan. Continued attempts may cause skin irritation, massive internal bleeding, brain hemorrhage, sterilization, indegestion, and excruciatingly painful death. Would you like to continue?"
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- Location
- Sector 2814, Sol-3 (Earth), United States
Ah, sorry. Never actually saw that.
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