[X] Martian Manhunter
...Martian Manhunter!
The tall, bald, green-skinned, red-eyed man stands before you, arms crossed as he regards you. You think he's probably studying you. If you still had a mammalian libido, you'd probably find him attractive, to be honest.
"You may call me Martian Manhunter. I take it you are the young lady Green Lantern found floating over Coast City?"
"Well, to be specific, I'm not a lady," you explain, hooking your arms behind your back.
The Martian Manhunter cocks a brow at you.
"My species, the Phytognosts, are sapient plants, and have both pistils and stamens. We're monogendered."
"So... he? They?"
"She is fine. We're a pretty feminine race. Plus, I've got these babies." You heft your faux-breasts up for emphasis. Due to being largely composed of plant matter and sap, they're actually much more pliant, soft, and bouncy than human mammaries.
To your confusion, the Martian Manhunter looks away. "How old are you, exactly?" he asks, sound slightly uncomfortable. Right, right... You may have been in your twenties at death, but you look like a teenager now. Even if you don't have a mammalian libido anymore, better watch that mental perversion.
"About seven and a half," you chirp.
He turns back to look at you and cocks another eyebrow.
"Uh... my species ages faster than Humans." You shrug. "I'm a teenager by my race's standards." Hopefully, as a race having the opposite problem, he'd understand that.
Martian Manhunter sighs. "Why did they send me?" he mutters. "So, what level of technology is your race?"
"Information age! We have telescopes, but nothing beyond moon trips. I have to say, it's weird, seeing tech made of metal, plastics, and ceramics instead of wood, but our technology seems pretty similar. I even hooked into the Internet with my ring!"
"The Green Lantern informed us that your ring and staff just showed up on your home planet, and led you here to Earth?"
"Pretty much, sir! Gotta say, I think I like this planet! Lot livelier than Phyton B! All we have to worry about is herbivorous beasts and parasitic fungi! Also, nice to see I'm not the only green alien around here!"
Martian Manhunter sighs again. "My, you're exuberant."
"Hey, galaxy needs more enthusiasm!" you chirp.
"So... your a species of sapient plants. The Phytognosts from Phyton B? Did you have any plans for-"
"Dude, my race doesn't have space travel! And we're pretty peaceful. No major wars. We have weapons, but we just use them for hunting herbivorous animals so they don't eat us. I don't think my people would even know where to begin, invading Earth. Though I guess it'd be nice to establish some kinda communication! Ya know, trade info, maybe get a shared Internet going?"
Martian Manhunter brings his hand to his chin, letting out a low, dignified "hmmm.." "That's... actually an interesting idea. I wonder if Earth and Mars could..." He shakes his head. "Focus, J'onn... So, you said you wanted to be a hero?"
"Yuppers! Not much crime or danger on my home planet. Maybe that's why my ring and staff led me here?"
He nods. "And what can you do?"
You shrug. "Teleportation. Flight. Energy blasts. Limited healing. I regrow lost pieces, I don't eat or sleep. I can release an anti-insect chemical."
"Hm... May I... read your mind?"
You blink, a little surprised. "Are you... asking permission?"
He nods. "Of course. It would be rude to do so otherwise."
Hm... If he reads your mind, chances are he'll find out you're not from this universe. But can he even read your mind? You don't have a brain, just a distributed intelligence. But what if it's a test, and he's just asking to make sure you're not hiding something, and has no intention of actually doing it?
Do you agree?
Reader Choice
[ ] Yes.
[ ] No.