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With This Ring (Young Justice SI) (Thread Fourteen)

Just pointing out, Paul will need more then oxygen masks and even purple healing rays to deal with the effects of long-term breathing the ash. Volcanic ash isn't normal ash, it's made of shattered bits of stone and rock. Not only can it potentially scar the insides of your lungs, but worst-case scenario results in it combining with the moisture in your lungs and becoming a sort-of cement-based mixture. He needs to get the ash out of the lungs to fully heal the inflicted.
It was established back when Kara threatened to crush and breath in the black kryptonite if Paul didn't fuck her that getting dust out of someone's lungs was one of OL's few limits.
 
Quite a lot, but it's awkward to put something that diffuse into storage.

Throwing the ash into space would actually be fairly difficult. It wouldn't stay in orbit, for a start.
I thought Paul is using some technology-based construct to filter matter out of the air. I'd be surprised if those kinds of devices never came with some kind if matter compactor or compressor, since whoever invented them would most likely not just want whatever he was collecting to all be blown out of a tube into a random direction. Hell, just mix it with moisture and freeze it, if you've got no better idea.

After that it's just a question of transitioning into high orbit (Paul transitions all the time) and shooting the compact ash pellets hard enough to achieve at least orbital speed. And if some of it rains down in the future, well a bit of ash is not a problem. All of the ash is the problem.

Though I'm not sure why this shouldn't also be possible when the ash is still in dust form. With all the many exotic matter guns he has available, making something that carries a dust payload should not need some kind of complicated invention. And I also don't get why storing and unstoring ash would be a problem. Just "want" to have all ash touched by his construct filter to be in storage (which is easy because he wants it to not be in the atmosphere and storage is not in the atmosphere and enlightenment takes care of the in between issues of want alignment), then fly into orbit and "want" to get rid of any and all ash in storage (which is easy because he doesn't want ash everywhere the next time someone manages to disrupt his storage space).

Edit: I honestly don't see why this is more complicated than filtering microplastic out of the Earth's oceans and I remember him having started that before enlightenment.

where's the Kal?"

"What's a-? What?"

"The ash. It comes from a volcano. And it will keep coming for several days. I need information, and the Kal
Dal, two times.
 
Paul wants to get the Red Lantern project going more than he wants to repair the ash-apocalypse.
Once the Butcher's Blood is retrieves, Orion will be securely in the uncaring hands of the Controllers for his Red Light Forging session, and Paul's desire to fix the ash-apocalypse will be free to rise to the top of the list, as he is otherwise waiting for Controllers to finish their part.
 
...assuming, of course, that the 'off-world arms merchants' weren't playing the warring Dals against each other on Atrocitius' behalf, considering the GL:TAS backstory...
 
Shouldn't he be active? Paul's arrival interrupted what would have been the death of Razer's wife, and her death triggered a potent enough rage to summon a red ring and get him recruited by Atrocitus.
 
Butcher's Blood (supplementary, Renegade Option)
21st January 2013
10:37 GMT


I close my eyes and tilt my head back slightly as the bar room toughs form a semi-circle around me.

"This is such a cliché."

"This is a private party."

I open my eyes, eyebrows raised. It was the bloke with the horns. "Better."

"And we're going to need to see some ID."

Ah, okay? I shrug, then take my Denver driving license out of subspace and hold it out.

The chap with the horns blinks with two sets of eyelids, then snarls.

"That wasn't what I meant."

"What, I can't use a driver's licence as ID on this planet? I know the age is a question mark, but with one thing and another I genuinely don't know-."

"Member ID."

I put the licence into my equipment harness. "I'm not a member. Look, I just-."

"Then you can leave. You're not the right type."

I look down, and then back up. "These are dress shoes. What's the problem?"

A few more patrons are paying us attention, and most of them have their primary manipulator appendage close to their preferred weapon. I decided to come in here without a disguise, and as such am considerably taller than the bouncers. That might be why they're hesitating, but between the inverse square rule and their guns they might think that they've got it handled. Nothing about my appearance screams super strength.

"Take the hint. Go get a drink somewhere else."

"Oh, I don't drink. I'm here to do business. See, I got-" I left my case up and pop the lid. "-fungible goods to trade."

Hands close around hilts and grips.

"I wasn't sure exactly what you people take for stuff like this, but I thought that a few kilos of rare earth metals would probably do?"

"Heh." A slovenly-looking… Individual of indeterminate reproductive capacity gets off their stool, hand gun pointed at my face. "And what'd'you think the chance of you walking out with that is?"

It's a great feed line, and I know that the correct response is: brandish weapon and say 'better than average'. But Jordan made it clear that he doesn't want to make it harder for local police to monitor these people, which means not painting the walls with their digestive enzymes.

"I don't want to walk out with it. I'm here to trade it."

"Gaan." The horned chap makes a calming gesture, and I can see the added tension in him. "We've got this. Head back to your table."

"I think the payday's worth the heat." Gaan looks around as the crowd encroaches. "And I think that's the majority opinion."

I nod. "He's right." I reach into the case, take out a small bar of neodymium and toss it across the room. "Fetch."

There's a clunk as it hits the ground, and three people turn and take a step towards it. Gaan turns to glare as soon as he hears their boots stand down. "He's got a case full of that and you're chasing one?"

I nod approvingly as they retake their place in the wilding mob. "You're surprisingly well disciplined for pirates. You've completely defied my expectations." I look at the one with horns. "And you're on MP duty?"

"Security. And we're not on your side."

"Understood."

I take a gun out of subspace, a popular local plasma-based squad support weapon. Eyes widen slightly as I hold it casually in my right hand.

I then point the barrel at my left palm and pull the trigger down. Florescent purple plasma lances out and strikes my flesh… And does nothing. Once I've got enough of them staring I release the trigger and send the gun back into subspace, flexing my left hand as a thin film of smoke rises from it.

Slowly, their attention moves back to my face, and I give them all a nice friendly smile.

"So..?"

"Get over here."

A shadowy figure in a shadowy corner raises his voice slightly, prompting the security chief to look around. A certain amount of the wind leaves the sails of the rest now that the boss has expressed an opinion, but Gaan doesn't seem to want to let it go.

"But-."

The security chief takes a step closer to them. "Let it go, Gaan. Come on. He just took a whole fuel cell like it was a joke. What's your plan, here?"

Gaan looks decidedly sour, but shakes their head, holsters their gun and returns to their seat.

I smile politely. "Right, thank you, I'll be with your boss. Excuse me."

I accelerate the parting of the crowd with both hands, creating a path for myself towards where this crew's leader sits. He looks up at me through the sub-par lighting of the venue, his expression studiously blank.

"Grayven."

Did Original Grayven ever have any dealings with him? I don't remember doing so, but it's quite possible that his people encountered the Black Circle at some point.

"Amon Sur." I generate a construct chair and sit, facing him. "Pleased to meet you."

I place my case on the table and push it towards him.

He shrugs. "Who do you want dead?"

"Nah. If I wanted someone killed, I'd just do it myself. I'm here for information. Personal information."

He snorts contemptuously. "Anything I knew about my father's missions is years out of date. Not that he told me much."

"It's about your sister."

He frowns, but he's paying attention.

"I've been trying to find out what happened to Iroque, but after she was apprehended she appears to have disappeared. Your father definitely took her alive, but I haven't been able to find any record of her being incarcerated anywhere in the Sector. Or executed."

"His ring wouldn't let him do it himself."

I nod. "Yes. Do you remember the period?"

"Yes. I remember when he visited home, afterwards."

"Did he seem different at all?"

"No." He shakes his head. "I don't know. He wasn't home enough for me to have something to compare it to. He-." His eyes narrow. "He seemed… Calm. Weirdly calm. I thought he just… Didn't care…" He shrugs. "I guess shock affects people differently."

"Or something else."

He straightens up in his chair. "I don't usually ask about other people's business, but that was my sister. What's going on?"

"I think he moved her to an off-the-books facility. Do you know if he ever kept any sort of… Journal? On paper, not on his ring."

"I might. And I want to know where the bitch who killed my sister is right now."

I smile and nod. "How would you feel about looking into it together?"
 
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So anyone placing bets on which Paul gets the rainbow first?

With Grayven having Talbot around for Red he's ahead a red ring, with Paragon having Alan's Blue. Both sides can nominally ask for aid of a Green from one of their local lanterns with Grayven having asked about a blue prototype that the guardians are working on. They both have a local violet to ask, but Grayven does have his own yellow while OL's got a tentative agreement for one on loan. With OL's hunt for red there, it looked like Grayven's pulling ahead on the hunt for The Tribe.
 
21st January 2013
10:37 GMT


I close my eyes and tilt my head back slightly as the bar room toughs form a semi-circle around me.

"This is such a cliché."
...Not something you see too often these days with the Renegade. Guess that's what comes from being eight feet tall, built like a brick shithouse and wearing armour with clearly advanced systems. And yet...

"This is a private party."

I open my eyes, eyebrows raised. It was the bloke with the horns. "Better."
To be honest, this doesn't seem the kind of party you get invited to without at least one murder on your record...

"And we're going to need to see some ID."

Ah, okay? I shrug, then take my Denver driving license out of subspace and hold it out.
Hey, they did ask.

The chap with the horns blinks with two sets of eyelids, then snarls.

"That wasn't what I meant."
Now, see, I hear that, and I can't be sure if that means he's just got two strange eyes, or four regular ones. :D

"What, I can't use a driver's licence as ID on this planet? I know the age is a question mark, but with one thing and another I genuinely don't know-."

"Member ID."
To be fair, who around your local town is going to try to card you?

I put the licence into my equipment harness. "I'm not a member. Look, I just-."

"Then you can leave. You're not the right type."
Ooh, rude. Anyone else, that'd earn you a punch in the jaw. but the Renegade is trying to be nice here...

I look down, and then back up. "These are dress shoes. What's the problem?"

A few more patrons are paying us attention, and most of them have their primary manipulator appendage close to their preferred weapon. I decided to come in here without a disguise, and as such am considerably taller than the bouncers. That might be why they're hesitating, but between the inverse square rule and their guns they might think that they've got it handled. Nothing about my appearance screams super strength.
Especially if you have your shirt on. I wonder how they'd respond in the face of an eight-pack that looks like chiselled stone slabs? :p

"Take the hint. Go get a drink somewhere else."

"Oh, I don't drink. I'm here to do business. See, I got-" I left my case up and pop the lid. "-fungible goods to trade."
...I really hope that term translated well. Don't want them thinking you're selling mushrooms. :V

Hands close around hilts and grips.

"I wasn't sure exactly what you people take for stuff like this, but I thought that a few kilos of rare earth metals would probably do?"
...Assuming they're as valuable here as they are on Earth. A fun note: 'Rare Earth' doesn't refer to actual rarity... It's more to do with the scarcity due to difficulty of extraction and consolidation of the specific materials.

"Heh." A slovenly-looking… Individual of indeterminate reproductive capacity gets off their stool, hand gun pointed at my face. "And what'd'you think the chance of you walking out with that is?"

It's a great feed line, and I know that the correct response is: brandish weapon and say 'better than average'. But Jordan made it clear that he doesn't want to make it harder for local police to monitor these people, which means not painting the walls with their digestive enzymes.
"...Always some mutha-fudda trying to ice-skate uphill..."

"I don't want to walk out with it. I'm here to trade it."

"Gaan." The horned chap makes a calming gesture, and I can see the added tension in him. "We've got this. Head back to your table."
Gaan may be a greedy asshole, but it's nice to see they don't want him getting his head twisted off. :p

"I think the payday's worth the heat." Gaan looks around as the crowd encroaches. "And I think that's the majority opinion."

I nod. "He's right." I reach into the case, take out a small bar of neodynium and toss it across the room. "Fetch."
...And every pair of eyes is torn between watching it tumble through the air, and watching the Renegade...

There's a clunk as it hits the ground, and three people turn and take a step towards it. Gaan turns to glare as soon as he hears their boots stand down. "He's got a case full of that and you're chasing one?"

I nod approvingly as they retake their place in the wilding mob. "You're surprisingly well disciplined for pirates. You've completely defied my expectations." I look at the one with horns. "And you're on MP duty?"
I bet if they don't stay in line, they get to be an example of why you do. A particularly messy example, at that...

"Security. And we're not on your side."

"Understood."
Just trying to not have to clean up the inevitable mess, eh?

I take a gun out of subspace, a popular local plasma-based squad support weapon. Eyes widen slightly as I hold it casually in my right hand.

I then point the barrel at my left palm and pull the trigger down. Florescent purple plasma lances out and strikes my flesh… And does nothing. Once I've got enough of them staring I release the trigger and send the gun back into subspace, flexing my left hand as a thin film of smoke rises from it.
...And you idiots were going to try to shank that? :rolleyes: Should have let them, goat-man. Clean out the dumb ones.

Slowly, their attention moves back to my face, and I give them all a nice friendly smile.

"So..?"
What's the bet one or two are now wishing they'd worn their brown trousers today?

"Get over here."

A shadowy figure in a shadowy corner raises his voice slightly, prompting the security chief to look around. A certain amount of the wind leaves the sales of the rest now that the boss has expressed an opinion, but Gaan doesn't seem to want to let it go.
Well, the master has spoken. Will the dogs listen?

"But-."

The security chief takes a step closer to them. "Let it go, Gaan. Come on. He just took a whole fuel cell like it was a joke. What's your plan, here?"
Yeah, unless you can burn hotter than plasma, you're not walking out of a fight with him.

Gaan looks decidedly sour, but shakes their head, holsters their gun and returns to their seat.

I smile politely. "Right, thank you, I'll be with your boss. Excuse me."
So, now the customary dick-waving contest is out of the way...

I accelerate the parting of the crowd with both hands, creating a path for myself towards where this crew's leader sits. He looks up at me through the sub-par lighting of the venue, his expression studiously blank.

"Grayven."
...Time to get down to business.

Did Original Grayven ever have any dealings with him? I don't remember doing so, but it's quite possible that his people encountered the Black Circle at some point.

"Amon Sur." I generate a construct chair and sit, facing him. "Pleased to meet you."
Ah, the nephew of Sinestro. And one of his most iconic recruits. Perhaps there's a chance to poach him...

I place my case on the table and push it towards him.

He shrugs. "Who do you want dead?"
...You look at a man like the Renegade, and assume he needs someone else to kill a person he wants dead?

"Nah. If I wanted someone killed, I'd just do it myself. I'm here for information. Personal information."

He snorts contemptuously. "Anything I knew about my father's missions is years out of date. Not that he told me much."
Sadly true. Not every Green Lantern's family was close to their Lantern member...

"It's about your sister."

He frowns, but he's paying attention.
Boy, Abin sure got busy for someone who was hardly ever home, didn't he?

"I've been trying to find out what happened to Trankelle, but after she was apprehended she appears to have disappeared. Your father definitely took her alive, but I haven't been able to find any record of her being incarcerated anywhere in the Sector. Or executed."

"His ring wouldn't let him do it himself."
Some would call that a sad oversight, but the Guardians do it for a reason...

I nod. "Yes. Do you remember the period?"

"Yes. I remember when he visited home, afterwards."
I'm betting Amon was very interested in knowing if his sister was avenged, after all.

"Did he seem different at all?"

"No." He shakes his head. "I don't know. He wasn't home enough for me to have something to compare it to. He-." His eyes narrow. "He seemed… Calm. Weirdly calm. I thought he just… Didn't care…" He shrugs. "I guess shock affects people differently."
And given how strong his Willpower was, I doubt he'd have let himself feel anything else until he had to...

"Or something else."

He straightens up in his chair. "I don't usually ask about other people's business, but that was my sister. What's going on?"
"You had my attention. Now you have my interest."

"I think he moved her to an off-the-books facility. Do you know if he ever kept any sort of… Journal? On paper, not on his ring."

"I might. And I want to know where the bitch who killed my sister is right now."

I smile and nod. "How would you feel about looking into it together?"
Huh. That could be an awkward meeting between the Indigo Tribe and Amon...

Well, this promises to set loose all manner of butterflies. Wonder if Amon Sur will still end up joining the Sinestro Corps after this plays out... Or if he'll end up with a different coloured Ring. I mean, he is a prime candidate for Indigo, given their usual selection criteria. And at least the Renegade isn't getting bogged down in sidequests for this mission. Joy of being willing to skip the 'playing nice' roles. ;)


A certain amount of the wind leaves the sales of the rest...
A certain amount of the wind leaves the sails of the rest...
 
So anyone placing bets on which Paul gets the rainbow first?

With Grayven having Talbot around for Red he's ahead a red ring, with Paragon having Alan's Blue. Both sides can nominally ask for aid of a Green from one of their local lanterns with Grayven having asked about a blue prototype that the guardians are working on. They both have a local violet to ask, but Grayven does have his own yellow while OL's got a tentative agreement for one on loan. With OL's hunt for red there, it looked like Grayven's pulling ahead on the hunt for The Tribe.
I don't see the Guardians actually giving Grayven a Blue ring.

Not the least because Ganthet wasn't supposed to be making a Blue Ring and Lantern in the first place. So Grayven informing the other Guardians about it should have gotten the project shut down.

And even if it somehow didn't. They would want the ring to find someone on its own. Not whoever Grayven selected.
 
I don't see the Guardians actually giving Grayven a Blue ring.

Not the least because Ganthet wasn't supposed to be making a Blue Ring and Lantern in the first place. So Grayven informing the other Guardians about it should have gotten the project shut down.

And even if it somehow didn't. They would want the ring to find someone on its own. Not whoever Grayven selected.
Grayven already asked one of the Green Lanterns to go directly to Ganthet about his Blue Ring Prototype. That ship has sailed.
 
Curious why she keeps being referred to as Trankelle. I thought the character that killed Abin Sur's daughter was named Iroque?
Because I couldn't find her canon name when I searched for it. Changed.
In the n52 that's true, but in the pre-flashpoint comics she didn't seem to have a name.
Yeah, but the Green Lantern comics sort of ignored Nu52 for a while after it happened, so I'll give it a pass. If for no other reason than that they had the good sense to ignore it.
A certain amount of the wind leaves the sails of the rest...
Thank you, corrected.
 
Yeah, but the Green Lantern comics sort of ignored Nu52 for a while after it happened, so I'll give it a pass. If for no other reason than that they had the good sense to ignore it.
It wasn't "good sense" the writer for the Green Lantern book at the time is the main writer for the New 52. So it was less ignoring the huge status-quo change across the DCU and more everything I wrote is unaffected and will continue on like normal cause I said so.
 
It wasn't "good sense" the writer for the Green Lantern book at the time is the main writer for the New 52. So it was less ignoring the huge status-quo change across the DCU and more everything I wrote is unaffected and will continue on like normal cause I said so.

Essentially, he flipped everyone else's table and threw everyone else's toys, but for himself he said "Nah, I'm good!"

From what I gathered, however, it kinda trickled in eventually, so it kinda got Nu52'd at the end as well.
 
Essentially, he flipped everyone else's table and threw everyone else's toys, but for himself he said "Nah, I'm good!"

From what I gathered, however, it kinda trickled in eventually, so it kinda got Nu52'd at the end as well.

To be fair, Green Lantern also skipped over post-Crisis. They haven't actually rebooted since the original in the Silver Age.
 

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