9th November
10:09 GMT -6
"Uuuuuuuuugh."
Ms Thal wheezes, her right hand grasping spasmodically for the Nth metal mace I've sensibly moved out of arm's reach. Since I regard this whole thing as stupid, I haven't been using the sort of high-lethality ordnance which Thanagarian duelling custom would allow me to. I've -I sigh as I think it- been using… Giant… Orange… Boxing gloves. Of course, at this point they're pretty powerful boxing gloves, because… While she isn't the only Justice League member to severely irritate me where Nabu is concerned, at least the others were prepared to discuss the matter without challenging me to a duel.
But… This is a bit much.
I look over towards Mr Hol. "Is that it? Can you call it now?"
He makes eye contact with me, then gives his head a small shake.
"Oh, for goodness-." Ms Thal staggers to her feet, using her wide spread wings to maintain her balance. "You're clearly in no condition to fight and I don't like you well enough to heal you. Why don't you stay down this time?"
"Nrgh."
She.. either weaves, or narrowly avoids collapsing, then begins a staggering run towards me. I shoot her in the face with a construct bean bag round, forcing her to stop, staggering back to maintain her balance. A construct circular saw cuts through her helmet's strap and a construct hand hurls her battered helmet aside. It appears to have protected her face reasonably well, but the lower part of her face is already swelling from bruises and I can see a dozen cuts from where I slammed her into the desert.
"Please. Give up."
Out of the corner of my eye I see Alan say something to Mr Hol, who waves him off.
Another stagger, then she squares up to me again.
"Okay, can I yield? I literally-" I create a flimsy boxing glove construct, then let it evaporate. "-don't want to hurt you sufficiently strongly to make a construct. You win, well done. Honour is uphel-."
"No." She takes a step closer. "Fight me."
I fall back slightly. "Alright, you've convinced me that you'd have fought against Nabu. I doubt it would have been much more one sided than this."
"Not… Not convincing you."
"Look, if you're willing to get your face beaten in pointlessly-" She takes three hurried steps closer and swings her right fist. I turn it aside with my right hand and punch her hard in the face. She takes it.. pretty well. Stupid extra tough skeletal structure. "-I'm sure-" She tries to hit me with her left wing, but I counter with a construct shield. "-that you'd do it where it-" I step right as she pulls her wing back and swing a fist at the unprotected underside. That gets a wince. "-it actually mattered."
"I'm not-" She manages a clumsy hit on my faceplate. "-doing this for you!"
"Fine." I create a construct covering her mouth and nose, then start replacing her air with Thanagarian-safe-ish knock out gas. Another pair of constructs bind her arms and wings. "I hope you've impressed yourself, then."
She struggles, but Thanagar knows its people and this stuff is designed to weaken them fast. As her eyes roll back I remove the construct feeding her the stuff and create a stretcher construct for her. Then I wheel toward Mr Hol. "Is that enough?! Or do I need to hit her a few more times?"
He flaps his wings once to leave the ground and a second time to enter the combat area, gliding towards his wife. I move the stretcher towards him as he lands, his helmet staring at her as he uses the sensors to check her condition. "She is unable to continue. You are victorious."
"Wooowh. Is she going to try this again when she gets up? Am I going to need to give her a power ring just so I don't feel so-?"
Alan follows Mr Hol, and I pass Ms Thal to him. There aren't any medical facilities around here… There isn't anything around here, that's why we started doing this here. The Hawks' ship has basic medical equipment… Ugh.
"Why did you offer to surrender?"
"Because it was pointless! She's going to be recovering for… Two weeks?"
"I doubt that I'll be able to make her stay still for that long."
"Which means that no one gains anything from this. If it meant I didn't have to beat her unconscious, why wouldn't I surrender?"
"Pride in your abilities as a warrior?"
"I'm not doing this to win a flipping contest! I wear this ring to make the universe a better place. That did nothing!" I grimace. "The last Thanagarians I met weren't this mental. At least I don't think they were, maybe they were just hiding it better."
"Some.. parts of the military take.. certain parts of Thanagar's military traditions more seriously than wider society. Were these Thanagarians civilians?"
"No. Mercenaries. Nice bunch. Met them in Vega. Had a few drinks, helped them with a riot and got them a job training the Tamaranian military up while they rebuild."
"I'm not aware of any Thanagarians being in that region of space. What is the company called?"
"The Blades of Alstair." Who-. Oh.
"I see." I can't tell whether Mr Hol's frowning or not, but I suspect that he is. "No. They wouldn't have adopted that tradition unless Hyathis ordered them to. Excuse me." A downbeat of his wings and he's flying back towards his ship.
Yeah, probably shouldn't have mentioned that I was on good terms with them to an agent of the Thanagarian government.
Lantern Jordan drifts down. "Well. That was a… Thing."
"And let's hope that really is it."
He looks mildly curious. "What, you never felt like challenging someone to a fight?"
"Not for honour-related reasons. But while we're all taking five, and you're actually on Earth, do you?"
"With Guy once or twice, sure."
"No, not-. Batman's got me talking to every League member about Nabu."
He shrugs. "Why? You got a way to bring him back you're not sharing?"
"No."
"Then what's the point? However I feel about it, you did it, it happened."
"That's what I said. But are you sure? Nothing you want to ask, nothing you want to get off your chest?"
"I still don't think you should have killed him."
"Okay, what should I have done?"
"Kept working at it until you had a way to take him down without killing him."
I shrug. "Diana took the chains off at New Year. Given how powerful and skilled Lords of Order are, I would have to have been very lucky to get another opening like that."
He raises his eyebrows. "You're saying you couldn't do it?"
"I'm saying I don't know how to do it and I don't know if it could be done."
"Because if Zatara was alive after eight months, he wasn't in danger of dying. Look, I wanted to fly for the US Air Force. And if.. things had gone differently, I'd probably have killed plenty of people by now. But I'm not. I'm a space cop with a fancy ring. Superheroes aren't military, they're police. The Justice League isn't a military."
"The Orange Lantern Corps is a military."
"Maybe that's the problem. The US military doesn't do policing outside of disaster zones, because that's not what it's for. The rules of engagement are different, for good reasons. I don't have a problem with you wanting to be a soldier. But if that's what you want?" He drifts back slightly. "Then this is the wrong organisation for you."