Justice Segue (part 4)
Mr Zoat
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17th November 2017
11:42 GMT +5
My jaw shatters, my head is wrenched around and I feel my vertebrae strain to keep my neck from snapping!
And for some reason I'm thinking about Kara.
I'm knocked aside, falling backwards as… Subjekt-17 flies past me. Horrifying scars and… Nineteenth century stitching aside, his body and arms are standard issue humanoid, three-fingered hands notwithstanding. His face… His nose is barely there, short and almost flat against his face. His eyes are red and wide apart, and his nostrils are only slightly below them. He's completely hairless, and his head projects forwards from his shoulders on a long, thick and highly flexible neck. For clothing, bracers and a pair of cycle shorts appear to have been… Stapled? To him?
**HURT!**
And he's telepathic, apparently. I… Didn't know that.
Construct armour, healing ray. Pacify the Belligerent
I wince slightly at the uncomfortable feeling of Sinestro pinning my chin together prior to healing, watching as Subjekt-17 keeps his face pointed at me even as his body… Struggles to turn in flight, wallowing in the air, legs sort of flicking out as he turns for another lunge.
"A'm 'ot 'ere to-." Ah, yes, thank you for spot-welding my mandible, Sinestro.
Your preparation was inadequate, Lantern Grayven.
"I'm not here to fight you. We can-."
**HURT!**
He finally gets himself sorted out in the air and flies down. He's faster than me, but I've had plenty of practice coping with that.
And now I'm thinking about Kara again.
A second's notice is all I need to dodge and grab his torso. He realises that he's missed immediately and tries to slow, but that just makes it easier for me to slam him face-first into the ground.
"Listen to m-!"
He twists with his flying ability, pulling out of my hold and catching my construct armour a glancing blow-. Which shatters it effortlessly. I float back and restore it. Just lucky he doesn't have heat vision.
"Listen to me!" Rebuke the Disorderly
**HURT ME! HURT YOU!**
"I didn't hurt you!"
Ugh, I could try talking in his species' language but he was never taught it. I could use a gas, but there aren't that many things that affect his species under these conditions.
**HUUUUUUUUUURT!**
Egh. My vision swims for about a second, and then it clears. Alright, his brain blast has raw power but no subtlety. He's using it instinctively. He hasn't gotten any training with it. Manageable, given how uncoordinated he is.
Kinetic barrier.
It will overload.
I don't need it to stop him, just to slow him down.
Very well.
The construct emitter appears just as he lunges again. He hasn't gotten up to full speed so the energy in his impact isn't enough to overload it. It flickers into existence, his own redirected force stopping him dead.
Message to Dr. Llewellyn. 'What did they dose him with, exactly?' Send.
Glaring at the barrier, Subjekt-17 snarls and slaps it. It does that… Shimmer thing it does when it's actually being stressed more than the system can withstand, but it survives that one hit.
Healing him might help his mental state, but it doesn't make poisons vanish. Anything that was altering his mood would keep doing so. Take him somewhere by boom tube and let him burn it out? Heat his body to burn it out myself?
He jumps and flies, twisting as he does so to slap the barrier-.
My construct emitter fractures as it gets hit with far more force than it was designed to withstand. But this time I don't dodge. Instead I duck slightly and punch up with both fists. He mostly misses: a light kick to the stomach where his legs flick out as he folds up around my fists.
"O-uh."
They didn't take his tongue at least. I grab his right foot and pull, pulling him down and pressing him into the ground where I try to fold his.. arms behind his back, and I can just about move them, but he's resisting and I'm not strong enough to just force them into place. Mechanical enhancement please.
Bulky construct mechanical power armour arms and shoulders appear around me, granting me the extra strength I need to fold his arms behind his back in what should be a submission position. Unfortunately, he's far too frenzied to respond to pain like that. Injection sites, injection sites…
There! Analysis-.
Agh! I didn't take his neck into account! He just swung his head back and head butted me right in the still-healing jaw! Agh-! He pushed off the ground and we're flying upwards, spinning around-. Yeah, that's not going to work, and if I bind your arms with New God restraints-.
My-. My skin is humming, he's-. Some sort of sonic attack, but I can deal with that. I think he's trying to hit a frequency rather than using raw-.
Oof! No, raw power was-. Not sure why he waited, but-. Ow. Construct armour's gone, armour's cratered and my ribs don't feel too good. Fix that and broadcast this fight and related information nationwide. I need the fear boost.
Done, Lantern Grayven. But why not worldwide?
Because they'll just treat it like light entertainment. And Batman might see it. Now isn't the time.
Understood. Message from Doctor Llewellyn. That's a potent cocktail.
Ugh. It is, and it's a brutish combination too. Not so much a tailored combat drug as a mix of methamphetamines and whatever they had in the drug cabinet. But I can deal with it.
My armour glows brighter as people imagine Metropolis happening to their town or city. I don't like doing things like that, but needs must when Darkseid drives.
And then he's on me, chunks of the manacles I put on him spraying out across the wasteland around us. He's-. Fast and his flying is improving and I'm just about fending him off and my arms are going to be solid bruise in a few hours time. But the hodgepodge of chemicals they used to do this to him-. They actually implanted the dispenser. I can't get at it without cutting him open and I'm not sure I can cut him open. I've got records on the medicines that his species usually use, but there isn't anything-.
I fly down as he tries another long-necked headbutt. Blood chemistry, counteragents and-. His people use calming sounds? Alright. Broadcast and synthesise.
He hear it and slows, not pressing his attack. I use the opportunity to pull back slightly-.
The air between us ripples as he fires a sonic blast at me, but my own sonic cannons neutralise it. Construct gas mask behind the shield, wait for the sonic attack to end and throw the shield forward as if it's an attack. He braces to block it, the shield shatters and the gas mask clamps on his face and doses him.
"G-uah?"
"Sorry, but you're not in your right mind right now-."
"Yes. They put.. a machine in me. It.. does this?"
"That gas should counter it until it runs out… I think. It's not too healthy, but-."
"Take it out!"
"I… Can do that, but not without a lot of pain."
He… Is that a smile? "I know pain. Do it."
I fabricate a scalpel, x-ionise it and then float closer.
"Brace yourself."
11:42 GMT +5
My jaw shatters, my head is wrenched around and I feel my vertebrae strain to keep my neck from snapping!
And for some reason I'm thinking about Kara.
I'm knocked aside, falling backwards as… Subjekt-17 flies past me. Horrifying scars and… Nineteenth century stitching aside, his body and arms are standard issue humanoid, three-fingered hands notwithstanding. His face… His nose is barely there, short and almost flat against his face. His eyes are red and wide apart, and his nostrils are only slightly below them. He's completely hairless, and his head projects forwards from his shoulders on a long, thick and highly flexible neck. For clothing, bracers and a pair of cycle shorts appear to have been… Stapled? To him?
**HURT!**
And he's telepathic, apparently. I… Didn't know that.
Construct armour, healing ray. Pacify the Belligerent
I wince slightly at the uncomfortable feeling of Sinestro pinning my chin together prior to healing, watching as Subjekt-17 keeps his face pointed at me even as his body… Struggles to turn in flight, wallowing in the air, legs sort of flicking out as he turns for another lunge.
"A'm 'ot 'ere to-." Ah, yes, thank you for spot-welding my mandible, Sinestro.
Your preparation was inadequate, Lantern Grayven.
"I'm not here to fight you. We can-."
**HURT!**
He finally gets himself sorted out in the air and flies down. He's faster than me, but I've had plenty of practice coping with that.
And now I'm thinking about Kara again.
A second's notice is all I need to dodge and grab his torso. He realises that he's missed immediately and tries to slow, but that just makes it easier for me to slam him face-first into the ground.
"Listen to m-!"
He twists with his flying ability, pulling out of my hold and catching my construct armour a glancing blow-. Which shatters it effortlessly. I float back and restore it. Just lucky he doesn't have heat vision.
"Listen to me!" Rebuke the Disorderly
**HURT ME! HURT YOU!**
"I didn't hurt you!"
Ugh, I could try talking in his species' language but he was never taught it. I could use a gas, but there aren't that many things that affect his species under these conditions.
**HUUUUUUUUUURT!**
Egh. My vision swims for about a second, and then it clears. Alright, his brain blast has raw power but no subtlety. He's using it instinctively. He hasn't gotten any training with it. Manageable, given how uncoordinated he is.
Kinetic barrier.
It will overload.
I don't need it to stop him, just to slow him down.
Very well.
The construct emitter appears just as he lunges again. He hasn't gotten up to full speed so the energy in his impact isn't enough to overload it. It flickers into existence, his own redirected force stopping him dead.
Message to Dr. Llewellyn. 'What did they dose him with, exactly?' Send.
Glaring at the barrier, Subjekt-17 snarls and slaps it. It does that… Shimmer thing it does when it's actually being stressed more than the system can withstand, but it survives that one hit.
Healing him might help his mental state, but it doesn't make poisons vanish. Anything that was altering his mood would keep doing so. Take him somewhere by boom tube and let him burn it out? Heat his body to burn it out myself?
He jumps and flies, twisting as he does so to slap the barrier-.
My construct emitter fractures as it gets hit with far more force than it was designed to withstand. But this time I don't dodge. Instead I duck slightly and punch up with both fists. He mostly misses: a light kick to the stomach where his legs flick out as he folds up around my fists.
"O-uh."
They didn't take his tongue at least. I grab his right foot and pull, pulling him down and pressing him into the ground where I try to fold his.. arms behind his back, and I can just about move them, but he's resisting and I'm not strong enough to just force them into place. Mechanical enhancement please.
Bulky construct mechanical power armour arms and shoulders appear around me, granting me the extra strength I need to fold his arms behind his back in what should be a submission position. Unfortunately, he's far too frenzied to respond to pain like that. Injection sites, injection sites…
There! Analysis-.
Agh! I didn't take his neck into account! He just swung his head back and head butted me right in the still-healing jaw! Agh-! He pushed off the ground and we're flying upwards, spinning around-. Yeah, that's not going to work, and if I bind your arms with New God restraints-.
My-. My skin is humming, he's-. Some sort of sonic attack, but I can deal with that. I think he's trying to hit a frequency rather than using raw-.
Oof! No, raw power was-. Not sure why he waited, but-. Ow. Construct armour's gone, armour's cratered and my ribs don't feel too good. Fix that and broadcast this fight and related information nationwide. I need the fear boost.
Done, Lantern Grayven. But why not worldwide?
Because they'll just treat it like light entertainment. And Batman might see it. Now isn't the time.
Understood. Message from Doctor Llewellyn. That's a potent cocktail.
Ugh. It is, and it's a brutish combination too. Not so much a tailored combat drug as a mix of methamphetamines and whatever they had in the drug cabinet. But I can deal with it.
My armour glows brighter as people imagine Metropolis happening to their town or city. I don't like doing things like that, but needs must when Darkseid drives.
And then he's on me, chunks of the manacles I put on him spraying out across the wasteland around us. He's-. Fast and his flying is improving and I'm just about fending him off and my arms are going to be solid bruise in a few hours time. But the hodgepodge of chemicals they used to do this to him-. They actually implanted the dispenser. I can't get at it without cutting him open and I'm not sure I can cut him open. I've got records on the medicines that his species usually use, but there isn't anything-.
I fly down as he tries another long-necked headbutt. Blood chemistry, counteragents and-. His people use calming sounds? Alright. Broadcast and synthesise.
He hear it and slows, not pressing his attack. I use the opportunity to pull back slightly-.
The air between us ripples as he fires a sonic blast at me, but my own sonic cannons neutralise it. Construct gas mask behind the shield, wait for the sonic attack to end and throw the shield forward as if it's an attack. He braces to block it, the shield shatters and the gas mask clamps on his face and doses him.
"G-uah?"
"Sorry, but you're not in your right mind right now-."
"Yes. They put.. a machine in me. It.. does this?"
"That gas should counter it until it runs out… I think. It's not too healthy, but-."
"Take it out!"
"I… Can do that, but not without a lot of pain."
He… Is that a smile? "I know pain. Do it."
I fabricate a scalpel, x-ionise it and then float closer.
"Brace yourself."
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