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

Possibly? I still haven't seen anything official for that and the biggest reason Meat Cube went ahead was just how Root was utterly unresponsive to inquiries from the actual editors.

Anyways, I guess it's neither here nor there. There is an editable iterations running off of the most up to date backup they had while the original site is non-responsive and the mirror is non-editable.


Edit: My bad, I think I see the confusion. Root did have 1d4chan delisted from google so it wouldn't populate in the search results but that was years ago. If he intended to offline it permanently since he went MIA, then that's his prerogative but no one's heard from him in 4+ months.

Regardless, there's a functional iteration that is being maintained, can be edited and doesn't have certification problems that make browsers freak out.

So… the site is just down? That's a shame; I didn't go on 4chan per se, but I loved their wiki.

Is 2chan some way of accessing it? Because it's not working for me.

When I click the link I get a warning that the connection isn't private.

Huh. For me, it just doesn't load, period.

Edit:
You can force it to go to 2d4chan, the issue is that it's a mirror that's flagging with 1d4chan's credentials. Root is unfortunately still MIA and at this point I don't think it matters even if he does come back.

That being said, Meat Cube was a success so 1d6chan is now operational and editable.

Games Workshop on 1d6.

Missed this the first time around. 1d6 works!

Thank you for the explanation link.
 
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Mighty Morphin' Lantern Rangers (part 9)
1st April 1995
21:55 GMT +1


My giant drill construct bores into the rock, cutting a hole big enough for one of the medium-yield nuclear devices.

"What is this?"

To be fair, Goldar didn't complain about carrying the crates, but it's clear that patiently working through a plan isn't really his thing.

"What do you know about tsunamis?"

"Great waves. I've seen them triggered by ships falling from orbit and striking an ocean. Do you mean to trigger one with your bomb?"

"No. This is a multi-stage trigger. You see…" I turn in a circle, right arm extended. "This entire coastline is poised to fall into the sea. When it does, it will trigger a tsunami that will spread across the Atlantic Ocean-."

Squatt tilts his head to the side in confusion.

I point to the ocean. "That one."

"Errr…" He looks at it, then back to me and Goldar. "I knew that."

"Seriously, how long have you people been here? Which of you is responsible for intelligence analysis?"

Squatt shakes his head. "Not me!"

"Our Mistress can see anywhere on Earth with a wave of her staff. What more do we need?"

"Do you think that Ms. Repulsa might be willing to make more potion? My fiancée specialised in the field. It's helpful to be able to know where the points of vulnerability are before you attack them. For example, the Power Rangers have launched their zords from the same hangar for years now. Do you know where the hangars are?"

"No. Fine. You've made your point." He strikes a pose, clenching his right fist. "It would be nice to confront them at the source of their strength and watch them fall powerless to the ground before ending them once and for all."

I dismiss the drill and replace it with a construct crane, gently lowering the crate into the hole.

"Uh." Goldar and I make momentary eye contact as we brace for incoming stupid. "Isn't this a long way away from where the Power Rangers live?"

"Yes. In fact, this won't directly affect Angel Grove at all, as there's a continent in the way. It will however ruin all of the cities on the east coast of North America if it's allowed to detonate."

"So are we gunna turn it off?"

"No. The Rangers will."

Goldar smiles. "You will lure them here with a threat to North America, and then detonate the bombs when they try to retrieve them? Magnificent!"

"No. If I detonate the bomb, the coast will be destroyed, and that will significantly reduce the economic capacity of the planet. I want Ms. Repulsa to take possession of a planet that is as pristine as possible. The bomb is a lure, and it could serve as a contingency, but the primary purpose is to force the Rangers to split up. Once that is done, I will take the Red Ranger, you will take the Blue and Squatt and the putties will take the Yellow."

"What about the other two?"

I shrug. "Who cares? All of their most powerful weapons and zord combinations require all five of them to be active. They could conceivably draft one replacement, but three-." I pointedly look at Squatt. "Or two, would be harder. And the replacements would have no experience."

"Why those three?"

"Black and Pink have heavier ranged weapons: the bow and the axe's gun mode. Red, Blue and Yellow have to either engage at short range or use their weaker sidearms, and we can all take those."

"Mm." He nods. "A sound decision. But why are you so confident of your ability to take their leader?"

"I'm not. But I know that I'm joining the team late in the day and I want to prove my value. I have a lot riding on this."

The crate reaches the bottom of the shaft, so I dismiss the crane construct and use a bulldozer construct to push soil back into the hole. Wouldn't want anyone tripping and falling down the hole. Workplace health and safety is important.

"Okay, that should do for now. Goldar, would you please trigger the teleportation system? Our next destination is Yellowstone Park."

He looks blank-.

I generate a construct globe and make it with a targetting reticle.

"Here."

"That's not on a coast."

"No, it's over the magma chamber of a supervolcano."

"A supervolcano?!" Squatt.. sort of hornpipes, waving his arms excitedly. "That sounds super! Ah… What do they do?"

Goldar smiles. "They explode, devastating the land for miles around with molten rock and cover the atmosphere of the entire world in choking dust and ash."

"There are four that could be activated with these devices. But I don't want to repeat myself too often. Two should be fine. The teleporter?"

Ring, scan.

Compliance.

The putties go first, drawn upwards for a moment and then vanishing. Then Squatt, then Goldar and then… The space around me blurs for a moment before the universe reasserts itself.

1st April 1995
14:59 GMT -6


I watch as the putties caper off to form a perimeter.

Data?

Partial analysis available.

Hm.

I didn't detect any mundane power source when I was on the moon base. As far as I could tell, everything runs on magic. And I can't see Rita Repulsa having a super-powerful magic artefact somewhere where she can't get hold of it. Which means that her staff is it. It's powering everything, including the teleporter.

The crystal on my pendant has dimmed. Not a lot, but it's noticeable. Everything I know about my ring and magic energy says that I should be able to siphon it… But everything I know could just be wrong.

Goldar looks at me. "Well?"

"Just considering the best site. It's not every day one plants a fission bomb on a supervolcano. Something to tell the grandchildren about."

Of course, I took medium sized fission bombs. We don't exactly need to place it right in the geyser field. Which is good, because I don't want to encounter any tourists. Given that the civilian deaths so far have been zero somehow it doesn't seem as if Rita's followers actively want to inflict collateral damage, but… Let's not push things.

"Ah, I've got it." I nod. "This way."
 
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Does PR!OL remember the Zeo crystal, specifically its location?

In MMPR S1 and 2, the Zords were launched from different locations each. After that, most of the remaining seasons were based in a single hangar or location each. Of course, the SI might know that and be testing Goldar...

Also, @Zoat, I don't think it was ever mentioned in PR, but in the Sentai Goldar and Scorpina were a couple and by the end of the series they'd had a kid. Just in case that becomes relevant later.
 
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Does PR!OL remember the Zeo crystal, specifically its location?

Also, @Zoat, I don't think it was ever mentioned in PR, but in the Sentai Goldar and Scorpina were a couple and by the end of the series they'd had a kid. Just in case that becomes relevant later.
They weren't in MMPR, they got along, but Scorpina kind of went fully rogue for a while and left when Rita got dumpstered by Zedd to return far later on in the comics
 
1st April 1995
21:55 GMT +1


My giant drill construct bored into the rock, cutting a hole big enough for one of the medium-yield nuclear devices.

"What is this?"
I see PR-OL has been busy. Plotting the best locations to set up his little packages, ready to ambush the Rangers? Certainly, once they learn about this little plan, they'll be racing off to track them down.

To be fair, Goldar didn't complain about carrying the crates, but it's clear that patiently working through a plan isn't really his thing.

"What do you know about tsunamis?"
He's a fighter, not a planner. Usually, they just throw Putties at logistical matters.

"Great waves. I've seen them triggered by ships falling from orbit and striking an ocean. Do you mean to trigger one with your bomb?"

"No. This is a multi-stage trigger. You see…" I turn in a circle, right arm extended. "This entire coastline is poised to fall into the sea. When it does, it will trigger a tsunami that will spread across the Atlantic Ocean-."
Ooh, nasty. The Rangers would have to respond to a threat like that.

Squatt tilts his head to the side in confusion.

I point to the ocean. "That one."
To be fair, do any of Team Evil know anything about Earth beyond 'It's there, let's conquer it.'?

"Errr…" He looks at it, then back to me and Goldar. "I knew that."

"Seriously, how long have you people been here? Which of you is responsible for intelligence analysis?"
...Please don't say Squatt. I doubt he could spell the word.

Squatt shakes his head. "Not me!"

"Our Mistress can see anywhere on Earth with a wave of her staff. What more do we need?"
...Thank goodness. And honestly, this is entirely what you'd expect.

"Do you think that Ms. Repulsa might be willing to make more potion? My fiancée specialised in the field. It's helpful to be able to know where the points of vulnerability are before you attack them. For example, the Power Rangers have launched their zords from the same hangar for years now. Do you know where the hangars are?"
Already thinking of the future, eh?

"No. Fine. You've made your point." He strikes a pose, clenching his right fist. "It would be nice to confront them at the source of their strength and watch them fall powerless to the ground before ending them once and for all."

I dismiss the drill and replace it with a construct crane, gently lowering the crate into the hole.
Sadly, I get the feeling Goldar prefers to think with his sword-arm...

"Uh." Goldar and I make momentary eye contact as we brace for incoming stupid. "Isn't this a long way away from where the Power Rangers live?"

"Yes. In fact, this won't directly affect Angel Grove at all, as there's a continent in the way. It will however ruin all of the cities on the east coast of North America if it's allowed to detonate."
And do a bit of a number on every other country nearby too.

"So are we gunna turn it off?"

"No. The Rangers will."

Goldar smiles. "You will lure them here with a threat to North America, and then detonate the bombs when they try to retrieve them? Magnificent!"
...Where's the fun in that? Weren't you just saying something about beating their asses and gloating over them?

"No. If I detonate the bomb, the coast will be destroyed, and that will significantly reduce the economic capacity of the planet. I want Ms. Repulsa to take possession of a planet that is as pristine as possible. The bomb is a lure, and it could serve as a contingency, but the primary purpose is to force the Rangers to split up. Once that is done, I will take the Red Ranger, you will take the Blue and Squatt and the putties will take the Yellow."
To be honest, I wouldn't even set them up with live detonators. I doubt the bad guys would even know the difference.

"What about the other two?"

I shrug. "Who cares? All of their most powerful weapons and zord combinations require all five of them to be active. They could conceivably draft one replacement, but three-." I pointedly look at Squatt. "Or two, would be harder. And the replacements would have no experience."
Amusingly, they had no trouble doing that when they ended up needing to. :p And true, the rookies did take a little while to settle into their powers...

"Why those three?"

"Black and Pink have heavier ranged weapons: the bow and the axe's gun mode. Red, Blue and Yellow have to either engage at short range or use their weaker sidearms, and we can all take those."
Not that OL would deign to engage in melee. Unless he's being very judicious about construct usage.

"Mm." He nods. "A sound decision. But why are you so confident of your ability to take their leader?"

"I'm not. But I know that I'm joining the team late in the day and I want to prove my value. I have a lot riding on this."
Plus, they can have a nice conversation while hoo'ing and ha'ing about the field.

The crate reaches the bottom of the shaft, so I dismiss the crane construct and use a bulldozer construct to push soil back into the hole. Wouldn't want anyone tripping and falling down the hole. Workplace health and safety is important.

"Okay, that should do for now. Goldar, would you please trigger the teleportation system? Our next destination is Yellowstone Park."
And making the Rangers have to dig a hole to find it probably delays them a bit.

He looks blank-.

I generate a construct globe and make it with a targetting reticle.
...I'm amazed these guys even know where Angel Grove is. I suppose the Ranger's energy signature allows that much.

"Here."

"That's not on a coast."
Gee, good observational skills there. :p I'm guessing he never bothered to learn about plate tectonics.

"No, it's over the magma chamber of a supervolcano."

"A supervolcano?!" Squatt.. sort of hornpipes, waving his arms excitedly. "That sounds super! Ah… What do they do?"
Ah, the inevitable overacting of the facial-animation-limited. :rolleyes:

Goldar smiles. "They explode, devastating the land for miles around with molten rock and cover the atmosphere of the entire world in choking dust and ash."

"There are four that could be activated with these devices. But I don't want to repeat myself too often. Two should be fine. The teleporter?"
Ah, good, you do know more than sword-fighting.

Ring, scan.

Compliance.

The putties go first, drawn upwards for a moment and then vanishing. Then Squatt, then Goldar and then… The space around me blurs for a moment before the universe reasserts itself.
Interesting. Scanning the teleportation effect every chance he gets. Know your enemy, and all that.

1st April 1995
14:59 GMT -6


I watch as the putties caper off to form a perimeter.
They may not be impressive, but they do work hard.

Data?

Partial analysis available.

Hm.
Better than his real counterpart would manage against magic, I see.

I didn't detect any mundane power source when I was on the moon base. As far as I could tell, everything runs on magic. And since I can't see Rita Repulsa having a super-powerful magic artefact somewhere where she can't get hold of it. Which means that her staff is it. It's powering everything, including the teleporter.

The crystal on my pendant has dimmed. Not a lot, but it's noticeable. Everything I know about my ring and magic energy says that I should be able to siphon it… But everything I know could just be wrong.
Ah, planning his inevitable rebellion, I see. I suspect his ring is operating on 'believe it, and it will happen.' rules.

Goldar looks at me. "Well?"

"Just considering the best site. It's not every day one plants a fission bomb on a supervolcano. Something to tell the grandchildren about."
If you get that far, anyway.

Of course, I took medium sized fission bombs. We don't exactly need to place it right in the geyser field. Which is good, because I don't want to encounter any tourists. Given that the civilian deaths so far have been zero somehow it doesn't seem as if Rita's followers actively want to inflict collateral damage, but… Let's not push things.

"Ah, I've got it." I nod. "This way."
...And even pre-social media, there'd be talk of it which might reach Zordon's ears...

Amazing what you can get up to right in front of your enemies, if they don't understand what you do. I expect OL will betray Rita at the most dramatic moment possible. Perhaps he'll trick her into making him giant size, only for him to catch her staff and drain it. Funny that the Rangers never tried that sort of thing, though. :confused: Or did they? It's been a long time.
 
He strikes a pose, clenching his right fist. "It would be nice to confront them at the source of their strength and watch them fall powerless to the ground before ending them once and for all."
I'm remembering when The Team's mountain was attacked by Red Tornado's siblings. Good times…
 
The old PR was such camp, it's kinda refreshing to see someone take a competent look at things. I imagine that the relevant government authorities are spitting out their coffee in realization that the enemy suddenly knows what they're doing. Goldar being reasonably intelligent makes him the perfect straight man. I almost want to see him win.
 
Does PR!OL remember the Zeo crystal, specifically its location?

In MMPR S1 and 2, the Zords were launched from different locations each. After that, most of the remaining seasons were based in a single hangar or location each. Of course, the SI might know that and be testing Goldar...

Also, @Zoat, I don't think it was ever mentioned in PR, but in the Sentai Goldar and Scorpina were a couple and by the end of the series they'd had a kid. Just in case that becomes relevant later.
Oh yeah, I keep forgetting about Scorpia. Also you need a Mr to make that hyperlink work.
 
Someday the SI is going to end up in Half Life and go on a thousand-year long crusade against the Combine specifically because he felt cheated he never got half life three.

And accidentally completely forget about Chell
 
Someday the SI is going to end up in Half Life and go on a thousand-year long crusade against the Combine specifically because he felt cheated he never got half life three.

And accidentally completely forget about Chell
Never really been into Half Life. I know Freeman's Mind better than the actual game.
 
Further thoughts:
Billy is familiar with the comic, so a) any chance of a copy making it to Ambush Bug at some point, if it hasn't already, and b) does that mean he also knows about the renegade and other timelines?

Or alternatively, is Billy only familiar with, say, the Earth 12 (Peter Wynne) and similar versions with timelines that roughly match when MMPR was airing, so he'd be most familiar with the time OL curbstomped six-sevenths of the Earth 12 league, but maybe not much else?
 
Justice Segue (part 10)
17th November 2017
15:48 GMT +8


I shield the monk praying by the mandala, then walk forward calmly as the soldiers guarding him turn and raise their… Guns. Don't recognise them, but-. Eh. Some sort of plasma gun, but the confinement shield looks like… Like something that could be made on early 21st century Earth. So, crap. I might feel it if they walked right up to me and fired but that's about it.

"Gentlemen. Kindly sod off and you'll live to see tomorrow."

"Heh." The squad leader… Not seeing any unit patch, so presumably these are deniable operation soldiers too. "No, we will not."

"I… can offer sanctuary for you and your families if you're concerned about-."

"We do not fear reprisal. We gladly sacrifice ourselves for China."

"Your loyalty is commendable, if sadly misplaced. Die with honour, then."

They fire as one, the plasma… Yeah, I can just about feel it. And I mean, I could probably disable them, but they're Chinese 'special' forces in Tibet who have almost certainly been up to no good prior to being told to force an elderly and somewhat bruised monk to hijack a sutra. But I told Mr. Tenzin I'd try, so-.

Huh. No fear. Oh well.

I tether their guns and send them to subspace, the room dimming now that the plasma is no longer being refreshed. Replace the shield around Mr. Tenzin senior before one of-

Bang!

-one of them noticed that it dropped and shoots him with their sidearm.

"Okay, you gave it the old college try. How about-?"

They run at me, drawing knives from their equipment harnesses. Alright, fun time-.

The one at the rear draws a vial of something-.

Orange manacles manifest around each of them, locking their limbs in place to their obvious frustration. I walk past the struggling soldiers… Who seem to be appreciably stronger than their musculature suggests that they should be. Toward the unit leader with the vial in his-.

He smiles, and drops it and I catch it before it can hit the ground. What is-?

"Durlan? You were going to drop a Durlan-. Are you insane?"

I mean, it might have been confined to the building, depending on what the internal airflow is like, but if even a single microbot reached the town… I've only seen random transmutation weapons deployed twice, and I'd like to keep it that way. Durlan pseudo-bioweapons bypass the usual heat build-up problems that nanotech weapons have by melding with local materials and dumping heat into their surroundings, which means that they're a pain to stop once they get going and even more to clear from an area completely.

"I am doing what is right. My only regret is that I have failed."

"Well, try again tomorrow with-" His jaw clenches. "-someone else."

I move the soldiers aside and motion for Mr. Tenzin to enter. He hurries in, moving immediately to check on his father. Let's see… No other soldiers in the immediate area… I drop the barrier so that they can embrace.

"My son, how are you free?"

Mr. Tenzin glances at me. "This is Grayven. He freed me, and everyone else at the prison."

His father's eyes widen slightly as he properly takes me in. "Thank you."

"Wasn't an act of generosity, but you're welcome. How quickly can you perform the ritual?"

"It-. It should be completed after a week of fasting and meditation."

I raise my left eyebrow and look at his malnourished son who was stuck in a small room for months.

"Father, I am ready. I wished to be prepared in case I somehow became free."

"Very well." He gestures to the mandala. "Sit, and free your spirit."

Mr. Tenzin obeys as I take another look around. The soldiers aren't trying to fight, which is-. I take a closer look, then drop the bodies. Fast acting poison in their teeth. I might be able to bring them back, but they weren't afraid and I don't want to. Still, it's a surprising reaction. Few soldiers would do something like that with so little provocation.

"I was surprised to find you at large." I look at the old monk as he mutters a prayer for the departed. "What were they having you do?"

"They wanted me to grant the memories of the Accomplished Perfect Physician to someone of their choosing. I told them that it could not be made to work like that, and-. And I have stained my soul by making the attempt. I have driven five men mad, and they still do not believe me. They have brought in their… Tame monks to try to learn the ritual. Pah."

He begins muttering prayers as his son takes position. And I start thinking. I can't assume that China is using xeno-teams at this point in their timeline, but if they are then these people aren't dressed for the role. Having durlan technology suggests xeno-team, but working on a magic-based project suggests something else. Xeno-teams weren't the soldiers of the Standing Committee on Metahuman Affairs, their reporting chain was considerably more convoluted.

Scan.

H.. uh.

Their bodies are at once young and old. Telomeres are short but the damage their cells should have taken from solar radiation alone just isn't there. I'd guess they'd either been in a poorly functioning suspended animation unit or that they were clones grown to adulthood. That latter might explain the simple-minded devotion, but… That sort of cloning is about thirty-forty years more advanced than the medical technology this planet actually has. And that's if they don't mind a very high failure rate. And from the way their bodies are aging -that guy has early stage arthritis, for goodness sake- I don't think that could be it. China isn't exactly short on patriots. Being able to grow a handful at tremendous cost wouldn't be worth it.

So that leaves-.

Walls, corridors with different levels of illumination and then out into the air, a pain in the left side of my head and left shoulder! I reach around to grab at whatever hit me but it's already gone, and-.

I twist, activating my aero-discs before I hit the next mountain over. Ow. What was that, Superman? No, he wouldn't let go and then get out of visual range. He might hang back once we got clear of bystanders, but-.

"All hail the jewel in the lotus."

For a moment it feels like the world is rejecting my presence. Scents suddenly become sharp and wrong, colours discordant and my own skin at once too tight and too loose. It lasts a fraction of a second because I'm a god. My soul is always aligned to the spiritual energies around me and it'll take more than an office drone with delusions of grandeur to stop me, Thundermind.

A gold, purple and white flash, but this time I'm ready and facing him. I slap his outstretched fist aside and slam my forehead into his nose!

"Uh."

He pulls back, his nose unbroken but his surprise at my response clear on his face.

"Alien invader."

"School history teacher who thinks that having magic pottery means that he deserves consideration. A thief of power he has not earned and does not deserve."

"You murdered six men."

"No, I just disarmed them. They killed themselves. Apparently they thought that was better than living with failure. I make no judgement."

"I am already arresting the criminals you freed from prison. I will-."

There's a crash as… The other Thundermind body goes flying out of the temple, Subjekt-17 hot on his heels.

"Yeah, I'm not an idiot. So are we fighting, or-?"

He punches me in the face.
 
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Few soldiers would do something like that with so little provocation.

Ordinary soldiers, yes, but these guys may be more cult-like in their loyalty.

Having durlan technology suggests xeno-team, but working on a magic-based project suggests something else.

Unless in this universe their responsibilities are more broad.

Their bodies are at once young and old. Telomeres are short but the damage their cells should have taken from solar radiation alone just isn't there

I'm guessing their the kids of Mother of Champions.
 
Seems Mother of Champion's kids are less impressive here.

In the comics they are superhuman (innately as her kids, they will also inherit the powers of their father, if he has any), the kind of thing one would expect a ring scan to pick up.

Often Socialist Red Guardsman is the father, she being able to metabolize radiation (or at least that would be my assumption- She is immune to radiation and she doesn't need to eat) and he leaks lethal amounts of radiation.
 
17th November 2017
15:48 GMT +8


I shield the monk praying by the mandala, then walk forward calmly as the soldiers guarding him turn and raise their… Guns. Don't recognise them, but-. Eh. Some sort of plasma gun, but the confinement shield looks like… Like something that could be made on early 21st century Earth. So, crap. I might feel it if they walked right up to me and fired but that's about it.

"Gentlemen. Kindly sod off and you'll live to see tomorrow."
Gracious, but Tenzin did ask him to be merciful. I am impressed at their reaction, though. Most people, no matter how indoctrinated, might pause when they see someone far larger than a human should be walk out of a tear in mid-air...

"Heh." The squad leader… Not seeing any unit patch, so presumably these are deniable operation soldiers too. "No, we will not."

"I… can offer sanctuary for you and your families if you're concerned about-."
Somehow, I don't think they care about that anymore.

"We do not fear reprisal. We gladly sacrifice ourselves for China."

"Your loyalty is commendable, if sadly misplaced. Die with honour, then."
Though, again, let's not spill blood in a holy place. :sneaky: But there are plenty of ways to hurt someone without shedding blood...

They fire as one, the plasma… Yeah, I can just about feel it. And I mean, I could probably disable them, but they're Chinese 'special' forces in Tibet who have almost certainly been up to no good prior to being told to force an elderly and somewhat bruised monk to hijack a sutra. But I told Mr. Tenzin I'd try, so-.

Huh. No fear. Oh well.
Impressive. And a clear sign they are not normal people. I'm with the others, these are sons of Mother of Champions.

I tether their guns and send them to subspace, the room dimming now that the plasma is no longer being refreshed. Replace the shield around Mr. Tenzin senior before one of-

Bang!
Since he'd have had to switch Rings, and thus states of mind, so of course the Yellow Construct collapsed.

-one of them noticed that it dropped and shoots him with their sidearm.

"Okay, you gave it the old college try. How about-?"
Certainly a quick reaction, at least.

The run at me, drawing knives from their equipment harnesses. Alright, fun time-.

The one at the rear draws a vial of something-.
...Well, that doesn't bode well. Thankfully, they're stupid enough to think you can't do more than one thing at a time with your constructs.

Orange manacles manifest around each of them, locking their limbs in place to their obvious frustration. I walk past the struggling soldiers… Who seem to be appreciably stronger than their musculature suggests that they should be. Toward the unit leader with the vial in his-.

He smiles, and drops it and I catch it before it can hit the ground. What is-?

"Durlan? You were going to drop a Durlan-. Are you insane?"
Ooh, nasty. And this definitely confirms that they're not conventional soldiers.

I mean, it might have been confined to the building, depending on what the internal airflow is like, but if even a single microbot reached the town… I've only seen random transmutation weapons deployed twice, and I'd like to keep it that way. Durlan pseudo-bioweapons bypass the usual heat build-up problems that nanotech weapons have by melding with local materials and dumping heat into their surroundings, which means that they're a pain to stop once they get going and even more to clear from an area completely.
Ooh, nasty. No wonder you didn't want it deployed.

"I am doing what is right. My only regret is that I have failed."

"Well, try again tomorrow with-" His jaw clenches. "-someone else."
...Yeah, that's not crushing a suicide tooth at all, no sir. Not like the Renegade cares, though.

I move the soldiers aside and motion for Mr. Tenzin to enter. He hurries in, moving immediately to check on his father. Let's see… No other soldiers in the immediate area… I drop the barrier so that they can embrace.

"My son, how are you free?"
The giant grey man didn't clue you in? :p

Mr. Tenzin glances at me. "This is Grayven. He freed me, and everyone else at the prison."

His father's eyes widen slightly as he properly takes me in. "Thank you."
Certainly, it racked up some good karma. Again, not something the Renegade is concerned with, but it still counts!

"Wasn't an act of generosity, but you're welcome. How quickly can you perform the ritual?"

"It-. It should be completed after a week of fasting and meditation."
Yeah, I think Tenzin has that covered...

I raise my left eyebrow and look at his malnourished son who was stuck in a small room for months.

"Father, I am ready. I wished to be prepared in case I somehow became free."
Living in hope, even in the midst of an unavoidable situation, eh?

"Very well." He gestures to the mandala. "Sit, and free your spirit."

Mr. Tenzin obeys as I take another look around. The soldiers aren't trying to fight, which is-. I take a closer look, then drop the bodies. Fast acting poison in their teeth. I might be able to bring them back, but they weren't afraid and I don't want to. Still, it's a surprising reaction. Few soldiers would do something like that with so little provocation.
Hopefully that won't disrupt the feng shui of the temple.

"I was surprised to find you at large." I look at the old monk as he mutters a prayer for the departed. "What were they having you do?"

"They wanted me to grant the memories of the Accomplished Perfect Physician to someone of their choosing. I told them that it could not be made to work like that, and-. And I have stained my soul by making the attempt. I have driven five men mad, and they still do not believe me. They have brought in their… Tame monks to try to learn the ritual. Pah."
Well, no need to ask if he wasn't happy with them.

He begins muttering prayers as his son takes position. And I start thinking. I can't assume that China is using xeno-teams at this point in their timeline, but if they are then these people aren't dressed for the role. Having durlan technology suggests xeno-team, but working on a magic-based project suggests something else. Xeno-teams weren't the soldiers of the Standing Committee on Metahuman Affairs, their reporting chain was considerably more convoluted.
Most likely they operate in conventional gear when working in areas likely to be frequented by those not in the know. I mean, the plasma guns could be explained as acquired kryptonian technology.

Unusually similar genetics, I bet.

Their bodies are at once young and old. Telomeres are short but the damage their cells should have taken from solar radiation alone just isn't there. I'd guess they'd either been in a poorly functioning suspended animation unit or that they were clones grown to adulthood. That latter might explain the simple-minded devotion, but… That sort of cloning is about thirty-forty years more advanced than the medical technology this planet actually has. And that's if they don't mind a very high failure rate. And from the way their bodies are aging -that guy has early stage arthritis, for goodness sake- I don't think that could be it. China isn't exactly short on patriots. Being able to grow a handful at tremendous cost wouldn't be worth it.
But, if they happen to have a certain, very bountiful superhuman...

So that leaves-.

Walls, corridors with different levels of illumination and then out into the air, a pain in the left side of my head and left shoulder! I reach around to grab at whatever hit me but it's already gone, and-.
Whoops, now that is what you call an interruption!

I twist, activating my aero-discs before I hit the next mountain over. Ow. What was that, Superman? No, he wouldn't let go and then get out of visual range. He might hang back once we got clear of bystanders, but-.

"All hail the jewel in the lotus."
Also, he's kind of mostly-dead right now. Kryptonite poisoning and all that.

For a moment it feels like the world is rejecting my presence. Scents suddenly become sharp and wrong, colours discordant and my own skin at once too tight and too loose. It lasts a fraction of a second because I'm a god. My soul is always aligned to the spiritual energies around me and it'll take more than an office drone with delusions of grandeur to stop me, Thundermind.
A reminder: Thundermind. A sort-of Captain Marvel-alike, empowered by Buddhist mantras rather than deities. With one or two useful abilities above the typical flying brick skillset. Including telepathy.

A gold, purple and white flash, but this time I'm ready and facing him. I slap his outstretched fist aside and slam my forehead into his nose!

"Uh."
Which would feel like hitting a steel plate at that speed. Not that either of them would be particularly bothered by that kind of force.

He pulls back, his nose unbroken but his surprise at my response clear on his face.

"Alien invader."
Only technically. He's just invading first to protect the planet from his evil dad.

"School history teacher who thinks that having magic pottery means that he deserves consideration. A thief of power he has not earned and does not deserve."

"You murdered six men."
...Can you really call MoC's offspring 'men'? Also, not his doing...

"No, I just disarmed them. They killed themselves. Apparently they thought that was better than living with failure. I make no judgement."

"I am already arresting the criminals you freed from prison. I will-."
I find that unlikely. Especially if Nate was properly directing them to safety through the Boom Tube.

There's a crash as… The other Thundermind body goes flying out of the temple, Subjeky-17 hot on his heels.

"Yeah, I'm not an idiot. So are we fighting, or-?"

He punches me in the face.
Now, which if them is more righteous? :D

Ah, super face-punching time. One thing the Snyderverse has rather proven itself good at. Hopefully, you can convince the so-called 'conscience' of the Great Ten that you're in the right, and persuade him to stand down. If not... There's always forcing him to detransform by uttering his mantra again. Let's just hope no-one else butts in on the Physician's ritual...


The run at me, drawing knives from their equipment harnesses.
They run at me, drawing knives from their equipment harnesses.
 
Oh man… they were the children of the Mother of Champions. It's surprising how fucked up China is in DC universe.
Is it? Is it really?
Seems Mother of Champion's kids are less impressive here.

In the comics they are superhuman (innately as her kids, they will also inherit the powers of their father, if he has any), the kind of thing one would expect a ring scan to pick up.

Often Socialist Red Guardsman is the father, she being able to metabolize radiation (or at least that would be my assumption- She is immune to radiation and she doesn't need to eat) and he leaks lethal amounts of radiation.
My recollection is that all her superpowered team mates sire children on her. Which is... Ah, a thing, when you consider that Chang Tzu is on the team. I doubt that Guardsman is the father often, as his children would have the same problem that he does.

These ones had a regular father.
They run at me, drawing knives from their equipment harnesses.
Thank you, corrected.
 
Gracious, but Tenzin did ask him to be merciful. I am impressed at their reaction, though. Most people, no matter how indoctrinated, might pause when they see someone far larger than a human should be walk out of a tear in mid-air...

These guys are involved in some weird stuff, so it's not that weird.

Though, again, let's not spill blood in a holy place

The Renegade is technically a holy being, so it may be okay.

The giant grey man didn't clue you in? :p

Leave the guy alone.

He's probably in shock.

Can you really call MoC's offspring 'men'?

Well they're biologically male and probably consider themselves that mentally.

Granted, they may also consider themselves to just be tools.

Also, not his doing...

Though his actions did lead to it.

My recollection is that all her superpowered team mates sire children on her. Which is... Ah, a thing, when you consider that Chang Tzu is on the team

They may not necessarily have sex.

They could artificially inseminate her.
 
I sense some hostility in the writing... It's because that random chinese diplomat gave the Brits that reality check that is getting memed on in social media?

Edit: Then again it may be even a Canon reference in the movies, it's not like I have wasted my time watching any of them to actually know.
 
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I sense some hostility in the writing... It's because that random chinese diplomat gave the Brits that reality check that is getting memed on in social media?
Um, is it really a good idea to ask questions here which are very hard to answer without breaking Rule 8?
 
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These ones had a regular father.

All her children have superpowers. The Great 10 #9 "Their metahuman talents manifested shortly after. By day 3, my oldest brothers and sisters had shattered Olympic records in strength, speed, endurance, and agility."

Having a superhuman father is not to give them superpowers, it's to give them MORE superpowers.
 
I sense some hostility in the writing... It's because that random chinese diplomat gave the Brits that reality check that is getting memed on in social media?
I wasn't even aware anything like that had happened, so no. I don't do social media.

Though if I did, I would probably say something along the lines of 'if people like the neighbourhood drug dealers better than the government, it's not because the drug dealer is doing something wrong'.
All her children have superpowers. The Great 10 #9 "Their metahuman talents manifested shortly after. By day 3, my oldest brothers and sisters had shattered Olympic records in strength, speed, endurance, and agility."

Having a superhuman father is not to give them superpowers, it's to give them MORE superpowers.
Yes? That's why Grayven noted their unusual strength.
 
Wasn't mother of champions drafted by the Chinese government In DC comics, so the use of her power would that constitute abuse prolonged abuse on top of the psychological harm of turning her children into shortlived child soldiers?

I'm hoping Graven offers her sanctuary and she takes him up on his offer. On top of that if she does give birth could the child survive being given the danner formula kinda like a vaccine. And if that doesn't work then a godly awakening could extend the life of any children she has and allow her to raise them.
 
Wasn't mother of champions drafted by the Chinese government In DC comics, so the use of her power would that constitute abuse prolonged abuse on top of the psychological harm of turning her children into shortlived child soldiers?

I'm hoping Graven offers her sanctuary and she takes him up on his offer. On top of that if she does give birth could the child survive being given the danner formula kinda like a vaccine. And if that doesn't work then a godly awakening could extend the life of any children she has and allow her to raise them.
In the comics she believed that selfless service to the state was the correct thing for anyone to do and was perfectly fine with her children being soldiers. They might have drafted her if she didn't volunteer, but it never came up.
 

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