You can't prove Jamie isn't an amnesiatic, plane hopping version of Darkseid.
With This Ring (Young Justice SI) (Thread Twelve)
- Thread starter Mr Zoat
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Jamie Roberts
Hávamál 127
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Not true; I have a lovely little summer home there. A bit out of the way but the view is outstanding.
Oh, now that's very not true. Whenever I sneak into a friend's house for fun without their knowledge, can you guess where I plant myself?
Empiricist2
Let's play doctor!
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Some of that stuff Zoat has said is above OL's current avarice levels right now. Like how constructs can auto-assimilate stuff when they kill it but OL hasn't shown the ability to do that in this fic.
The 100,000% thing is probably to do with Larfleeze having the central power battery for his corps.
Confidential sources tell me anywhere from "many" to "a lot".I was wondering why I wasn't getting any more updates to this thread.Pleasantly surprised to have a a few chapters to read at once now. I wonder how many new accounts SV is getting from this. Thanks for your great work.
Stars, Crossed (part 28)
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- Hampden Park
7th January 2004
16:55 GMT
Don't let them see you bleed.
Yellow construct manacles around his arms, wings and legs hold Kragger in front of me as a Thanagarian shield as I walk slowly and purposefully out of the communications room. With my construct armour at full strength, my injuries are neatly concealed. Plus, it lets me move my body as if I were fully intact inside. Muscles in my arm damaged? No problem, just relax it and move the armour around it. Facial tremors are a bit more of a problem. The open helm construct only partially obscures it, so I'm settling for biting my teeth together and using my ring to actually make sounds when I 'speak'..
Marines ready their weapons, but no one shoots. Kragger's just about conscious but the man dangling by the throat from my left hand isn't. Talak's chest is a sack of crushed ribs and with his helmet off his battered face is a good deal less intimidating. I make a point of making eye contact with each of the marines, making note of which ones flinch.
"Who is in charge now?" A few look at each other, but mostly their attention remains fixed on me. "No one? Well then, let me make this simple. You are leaving. Your vile attempt to destroy an inhabited world not a party to our conflict has failed. You've lost. But since I have no particular hunger for slaughter I will permit you to leave in good order so long as you do so now." I step heavily on the remains of a charred marine who was too close to the FOOF and my construct boot crushes through to the deck. I make my eyes glow as if reconsidering. "Go."
They don't move immediately. There are definitely a few seconds where I'm worried that I'm going to have to start this whole messy business all over again. Then a couple of the marines closest to me -the least yellow ones- lower their guns slightly. I dim my eyes to show willing, then roughly shove Kragger into the arms of the nearest. He checks Kragger over and then girds his mental loins to speak to me. "The… Commander…"
"Will stay with me until I've persuaded your fighter pilots to disengage. Then I will put him on the last shuttle myself." He tries and fails to match my gaze, just nodding and backing away. Despite everything I've done, they're still not fleeing. This is an ordered withdrawal. Is this what having the divine ruler of your wartime enemies turn up in person and beat your strongest fighters does? Was it Talak and I undermining their righteousness? Simple fear generated by my bloodletting while appearing uninjured? I don't shake my head, but I redouble my effort to remain focused. The pain snaps me back every few minutes but I'm definitely getting woozy.
They're pulling back. Okay, with Kragger and Talak down, who is actually in charge? Oh. That Thanagarian in white armour at the construction site was actually someone important. She's probably still down there. Talak still held up in my left hand I fold my right arm behind my back, turn and walk back into the communications room. Every step… Eeerah. Okay. The Nth metal discharge from the grenades is still in the corner I swept it to. I'd collect it up if it weren't such a pain to manipulate with constructs. I generate a construct vault door, scan the room just in case I've missed someone… Then deposit Talak on the ground, generate a construct armchair for myself and collapse into it. A-ahhhhh! Take over the world tomorrow.
"John, good work with the hyperdrive. The Thanagarians are abandoning ship. I'm going to talk the fighter craft into evacuating as well."
"You might want to hurry. Kara, Rayner and Marvel just arrived on site and they're cleaning up."
"Lethally or non-lethally?"
"Rayner and Marvel are pulling their punches, finding out how much force the Thanagarians' shields can take. Kara's just trying to take them down as fast as she can."
"Right. Any chance you could get inside the launch bay and keep an eye on things? I'm a bit of a wreck at the moment."
"Yeah, I can handle that. You sure you don't need anything?"
"Just time. Grayven out." I flop back for a moment. Okay.
…
Eeeerr. Um. Think I… Think I spaced out a bit there. Ring. Link to the communications computer.
Link established, Corpsman.
I focus on the shape of the chair, turning it into something a little more professional looking. I also remove most of the helmet, making the rest look like an armoured collar. They need to be able to see me, but I'm still shivering inside my armour and can't risk them seeing my jaw shake.
Ring, open communications with all Thanagarian vessels and personal communication units.
They can both hear and see you now, Corpsman.
"Thanagarian vessels and personnel. I am Prince Grayven of Apokolips, and I am speaking to you from the communications suite of your own command carrier. It has fallen to me. Your commander-" I hoist Talak up using chain constructs. "-has been removed from office. Your scheme to bypass my world's defences has failed, and you are now confronted by a force your fighters cannot withstand: your mothership's own weapon systems. If you wish to avoid that fate, return to the construction site, evacuate your remaining personnel and rendezvous with the ship's shuttles at Lagrange Point two for the trip back to Thanagar. There's no deadline, but if I don't see movement in the next two minutes I'm going to start shooting the slowest of you dead." End.
Communications off, Corpsman.
That it? I was waiting for you to give me marks out of ten.
You're not home free just yet, Corpsman. Impressive as it is that you've retained consciousness there's still the little matter of ensuring that the fighters don't just come up here and destroy the ship with you on it.
It would be inconvenient, but by the time it's suffered enough structural damage to be 'destroyed' I could easily have escaped. Once I get back out into space I can just boom tube around a bit, hole up in the Watchtower until my wound knits back together… Three members of my new League just worked together without me having to lock them in a room… Nightwing can clue them in about the President. Shame Eliza didn't turn up, but I suppose it's not a big deal. And the fight took place in the air after all. The Flash can't fly.
And… I'm on the floor. Aaagh. Okay. Quick check, and the Thanagarian fighters appear to be behaving themselves. I take a look at Talak. Yep, that's some nasty internal bleeding. Before I lose consciousness I should probably fix that up a bit. Ring, do the thing.
What for? He tried to kill you and billions of others.
Because his death would hurt Shayera, and I've put too much effort into her to be willing to alienate her. And it's not like the Gordanians and.. me won't kill him anyway. Killing huge numbers of people for a plan that won't work offends me on an intellectual level… But he's no threat like this and he isn't worth killing. Let him know for the brief remainder of his life that he owes it all to me.
Yellow light flickers over his body as blood is drained from internal cavities, holes and leaks are plugged and some ribs are put back into place. I'm not stupid enough to make him fighting fit again.
…
Ugh. I need to get a watch. I think I lost more time there, but I'm not-.
"Grayven." I blearily look around as Shayera flies in. Her eyes dart to Talak for a second, giving his state of health a quick assessment. "John said you were injured. We should get you to the ship's medical bay."
"The evacuation?"
"They're clearing out. Earth's militaries are letting them go." Her eyes linger on her ex, presumably making sure he's not about to become ex.
Heh.
"You heard what he said, right?"
"He wasn't always like that. I don't know what changed-."
"You hadn't seen him at his worst. It's easy to be nice when everything's going well." I float to my feet. "I can't afford to let the ship's crew see me weak. Dump Talak on a shuttle, then come back for me. I doubt medicine will do much for me, and I can lie on the floor here as easily as I can in the ship's sick bay."
She nods, and the last thing I see before my eyelids betray me again is her lifting Talak into a fireman's carry.
16:55 GMT
Don't let them see you bleed.
Yellow construct manacles around his arms, wings and legs hold Kragger in front of me as a Thanagarian shield as I walk slowly and purposefully out of the communications room. With my construct armour at full strength, my injuries are neatly concealed. Plus, it lets me move my body as if I were fully intact inside. Muscles in my arm damaged? No problem, just relax it and move the armour around it. Facial tremors are a bit more of a problem. The open helm construct only partially obscures it, so I'm settling for biting my teeth together and using my ring to actually make sounds when I 'speak'..
Marines ready their weapons, but no one shoots. Kragger's just about conscious but the man dangling by the throat from my left hand isn't. Talak's chest is a sack of crushed ribs and with his helmet off his battered face is a good deal less intimidating. I make a point of making eye contact with each of the marines, making note of which ones flinch.
"Who is in charge now?" A few look at each other, but mostly their attention remains fixed on me. "No one? Well then, let me make this simple. You are leaving. Your vile attempt to destroy an inhabited world not a party to our conflict has failed. You've lost. But since I have no particular hunger for slaughter I will permit you to leave in good order so long as you do so now." I step heavily on the remains of a charred marine who was too close to the FOOF and my construct boot crushes through to the deck. I make my eyes glow as if reconsidering. "Go."
They don't move immediately. There are definitely a few seconds where I'm worried that I'm going to have to start this whole messy business all over again. Then a couple of the marines closest to me -the least yellow ones- lower their guns slightly. I dim my eyes to show willing, then roughly shove Kragger into the arms of the nearest. He checks Kragger over and then girds his mental loins to speak to me. "The… Commander…"
"Will stay with me until I've persuaded your fighter pilots to disengage. Then I will put him on the last shuttle myself." He tries and fails to match my gaze, just nodding and backing away. Despite everything I've done, they're still not fleeing. This is an ordered withdrawal. Is this what having the divine ruler of your wartime enemies turn up in person and beat your strongest fighters does? Was it Talak and I undermining their righteousness? Simple fear generated by my bloodletting while appearing uninjured? I don't shake my head, but I redouble my effort to remain focused. The pain snaps me back every few minutes but I'm definitely getting woozy.
They're pulling back. Okay, with Kragger and Talak down, who is actually in charge? Oh. That Thanagarian in white armour at the construction site was actually someone important. She's probably still down there. Talak still held up in my left hand I fold my right arm behind my back, turn and walk back into the communications room. Every step… Eeerah. Okay. The Nth metal discharge from the grenades is still in the corner I swept it to. I'd collect it up if it weren't such a pain to manipulate with constructs. I generate a construct vault door, scan the room just in case I've missed someone… Then deposit Talak on the ground, generate a construct armchair for myself and collapse into it. A-ahhhhh! Take over the world tomorrow.
"John, good work with the hyperdrive. The Thanagarians are abandoning ship. I'm going to talk the fighter craft into evacuating as well."
"You might want to hurry. Kara, Rayner and Marvel just arrived on site and they're cleaning up."
"Lethally or non-lethally?"
"Rayner and Marvel are pulling their punches, finding out how much force the Thanagarians' shields can take. Kara's just trying to take them down as fast as she can."
"Right. Any chance you could get inside the launch bay and keep an eye on things? I'm a bit of a wreck at the moment."
"Yeah, I can handle that. You sure you don't need anything?"
"Just time. Grayven out." I flop back for a moment. Okay.
…
Eeeerr. Um. Think I… Think I spaced out a bit there. Ring. Link to the communications computer.
Link established, Corpsman.
I focus on the shape of the chair, turning it into something a little more professional looking. I also remove most of the helmet, making the rest look like an armoured collar. They need to be able to see me, but I'm still shivering inside my armour and can't risk them seeing my jaw shake.
Ring, open communications with all Thanagarian vessels and personal communication units.
They can both hear and see you now, Corpsman.
"Thanagarian vessels and personnel. I am Prince Grayven of Apokolips, and I am speaking to you from the communications suite of your own command carrier. It has fallen to me. Your commander-" I hoist Talak up using chain constructs. "-has been removed from office. Your scheme to bypass my world's defences has failed, and you are now confronted by a force your fighters cannot withstand: your mothership's own weapon systems. If you wish to avoid that fate, return to the construction site, evacuate your remaining personnel and rendezvous with the ship's shuttles at Lagrange Point two for the trip back to Thanagar. There's no deadline, but if I don't see movement in the next two minutes I'm going to start shooting the slowest of you dead." End.
Communications off, Corpsman.
That it? I was waiting for you to give me marks out of ten.
You're not home free just yet, Corpsman. Impressive as it is that you've retained consciousness there's still the little matter of ensuring that the fighters don't just come up here and destroy the ship with you on it.
It would be inconvenient, but by the time it's suffered enough structural damage to be 'destroyed' I could easily have escaped. Once I get back out into space I can just boom tube around a bit, hole up in the Watchtower until my wound knits back together… Three members of my new League just worked together without me having to lock them in a room… Nightwing can clue them in about the President. Shame Eliza didn't turn up, but I suppose it's not a big deal. And the fight took place in the air after all. The Flash can't fly.
And… I'm on the floor. Aaagh. Okay. Quick check, and the Thanagarian fighters appear to be behaving themselves. I take a look at Talak. Yep, that's some nasty internal bleeding. Before I lose consciousness I should probably fix that up a bit. Ring, do the thing.
What for? He tried to kill you and billions of others.
Because his death would hurt Shayera, and I've put too much effort into her to be willing to alienate her. And it's not like the Gordanians and.. me won't kill him anyway. Killing huge numbers of people for a plan that won't work offends me on an intellectual level… But he's no threat like this and he isn't worth killing. Let him know for the brief remainder of his life that he owes it all to me.
Yellow light flickers over his body as blood is drained from internal cavities, holes and leaks are plugged and some ribs are put back into place. I'm not stupid enough to make him fighting fit again.
…
Ugh. I need to get a watch. I think I lost more time there, but I'm not-.
"Grayven." I blearily look around as Shayera flies in. Her eyes dart to Talak for a second, giving his state of health a quick assessment. "John said you were injured. We should get you to the ship's medical bay."
"The evacuation?"
"They're clearing out. Earth's militaries are letting them go." Her eyes linger on her ex, presumably making sure he's not about to become ex.
Heh.
"You heard what he said, right?"
"He wasn't always like that. I don't know what changed-."
"You hadn't seen him at his worst. It's easy to be nice when everything's going well." I float to my feet. "I can't afford to let the ship's crew see me weak. Dump Talak on a shuttle, then come back for me. I doubt medicine will do much for me, and I can lie on the floor here as easily as I can in the ship's sick bay."
She nods, and the last thing I see before my eyelids betray me again is her lifting Talak into a fireman's carry.
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Oh I am slain!
Wynaut?
- Location
- Tatooine
Don't let them in, don't let them see
Be the good Grayven you always have to be
Conceal, don't feel, don't let them know~
Ganurath
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So that they go~
Let them go.
Let them go!
Not killing them anymore.
Let them go,
Let them go!
Just gonna lie here on the floor!
I don't care about making them pay.
Let their war rage on,
The real Grayven will slaughter them anyway.
Ouch he's having it rough.
Then again most New God's straight up die when penetrated by Radion.
How did the Thanagardian's figure out a New God's kryptonite?
I would have thought that such information would be heavily restricted to New Genesis and Apokolips.
Not leaked to lesser races. (Unless someone else figured it out and disseminated the info?)
Is Radion just a radioactive element that can be synthesized? The picture on the wiki makes it look like it's an actual living organism.
Wonder what Radion does for it to react so lethally to beings empowered by the Source.
Somthing metaphysically connected to Death?
Then again most New God's straight up die when penetrated by Radion.
How did the Thanagardian's figure out a New God's kryptonite?
I would have thought that such information would be heavily restricted to New Genesis and Apokolips.
Not leaked to lesser races. (Unless someone else figured it out and disseminated the info?)
Is Radion just a radioactive element that can be synthesized? The picture on the wiki makes it look like it's an actual living organism.
Wonder what Radion does for it to react so lethally to beings empowered by the Source.
Somthing metaphysically connected to Death?
Cherico
Machine
2 more weeks of Star crossed tomorrow is a Paul day
its been an interesting ride, Graven killed our favorite psycho, and saved a world from destruction. Paul introduced some new toys and is working to uplift earth which is vital because the worlds hard screwed if it doesn't get its act together.
After that we can look forward to Paul taking down his psycho, hopefully finally talking to the controlers, and march.
its been an interesting ride, Graven killed our favorite psycho, and saved a world from destruction. Paul introduced some new toys and is working to uplift earth which is vital because the worlds hard screwed if it doesn't get its act together.
After that we can look forward to Paul taking down his psycho, hopefully finally talking to the controlers, and march.
thatwandercat
the cat that is wandering
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- Northridge, CA
one hand, I commend Grayven for showing mercy. on the other hand, I can't help feel that this will bite him in the ass since they're is a part two to this.
To show I'm willing?
Ganurath
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Jamie!
Mizu
Software Developer
- Location
- Victoria, Australia
I lose consciousness
Heh, Flash flying. Was he doing that via really fast hand flapping or something?
gunghoun
The Hero of Man (v2.0)
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- America
lose consciousness
- Location
- Hampden Park
They made some deals with people they probably shouldn't have done in order to carry out a hit on Grayven 50. It didn't work.
Thank you, corrected.
Nah, the Thanagarians most likely won't figure much into part 2. Their ship, on the other hand...
Britishism.
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then
willingness? to show I'm willing?
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"They", "Then", "willingness"
"can't"
Cherico
Machine
yeah I totally did that, so next time you welps want to fuck with me remember that.
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They might have just gotten lucky. If Grayven leads from the front, they could've tried throwing everything they had at him, and happened to have Radion on board.
Ganurath
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Apokalyptans who realized that Grayven was building up an army to claim his father's world from whoever won the civil war between Granny Goodness and Vaguely British Ponce?
Whaw. That's a weird one.
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