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

That's honestly even better. Zerox is free!

I'd love it if Paul tripped over it. The details of Magic in Zoat's worldbuilding tend to be loads of fun, so I'll be over the moon if we get to see more of the Planet of the Sorcerers - in Paragon or Renegade timelines.
Paul mentioned Zerox when talking to Queen Artemis. The only reason he didn't go there was because Lantern Hieronymous recommended his own homeworld over it, Mars or any other planet with a confirmed magic tradition.
 
"Alright. Um, it depends how you count it. I've got about five million dollars in cash, but in addition to that I'm the only person currently mining this star system's asteroid belts. If I fully realised that asset..." Ring? Oh. "Which I couldn't because that much money doesn't exist. Um... About five times richer than the Earth."

Are there not intragalactic banking guilds, or businesses? Maybe he could mine them, keep a stockpile for earth use, and onsell the rest so that earth has assets and can act in the interest of the planet?
 
Since Amalek knows about this and is expecting him… I wonder what Amalek will do
Are there not intragalactic banking guilds, or businesses? Maybe he could mine them, keep a stockpile for earth use, and onsell the rest so that earth has assets and can act in the interest of the planet?

No banking guilds that deal with earth, no. We're kind of in the middle of nowhere in a nowhere sector that was near wiped out by the crazy guy with the anti-monitor-inspired suit
 
Supnautica (part 22) New
7th May 2013
04:30 GMT -1

RIGHT THROUGH-!

AND CAN'T NULLIFY THE PAIN! SOMETIMES I WONDER WHY I BOTHER with-.

Okay, drain the-. Daaaaaah! Residual magic, and an-anything else that appears when he finishes eating me and establishes a conceptual link, because those are drainable and might even be back-hackable. And he's almost certainly going to scarf the leg down to make the link permanent because that's part of what they do and because he's going to remember our last fight and refuse anything other than his strongest possible approach.

The others can s-see. I generate a construct spelling out 'KEEP GOING' at the same time as I generate a impeller construct and ascend.

The master blood mage can clearly detect us through Zatanna's illusions, which… Is most likely a result of us not having trained against a form of magic that's only used in a sophisticated way in one isolationist underwater city, but it means that I need to keep his attention on me.

Can I regrow the leg yet?

No. No I can't.

Recreate the armour. Not out of the black yet so I've got no idea if the others even noticed my order-.

**Miss Martian, respond if you hear me.**

**^@#\&?**

Marvellous. Now, based on past experience of using this construct-.

And I'm out, the city of Nanauve laid out beneath me apart from the black blob directly beneath me. Keep the word-construct pointing in their direction and keep monitoring-. Yep, the black patch is rising up around me.

Let's try… X-ionised knives on construct chains.

Long orange chains materialise around me, flowing and generally defying physics in a way that real metal chains don't, even in space. The small silver flecks of my knives dot the whole mess, and since blood mages usually fortify their bodies rather than using arcane barriers they should bite through whatever defences the blood mage can bind to himself.

I send the chains spinning out and down. I don't really think this will work, but area denial and resistance bypassing are good places to start until I get a better feel for-.

I feel a pull in my blood-.

FEED ME!

The pull cuts out immediately, which wasn't exactly what I was going for. I feel-. Uh, a little hungry and my mouth feels wrong. Normally that would result in it automatically being reformed by my rings but since I'm not exactly myself at the moment anyway-.

Oof!

A blast of compressed water just hit my armour, which held out just fine. If it had been glowing I'd have assumed that the blood mage also knew a little regular Atlantean magic, but it just looked like normal water to me.

Guess he's been eating pistol shrimps or something. But that's not a problem because even if the force is increased in proportion to his size, my armour is more then tough enough to take it. And if he's given up using the conceptual link.

Regrow.

Ah, that's a little better. I don't.. seem to be able to stop it bleeding around the bite line, but the pain is reduced and I can feel it again. Chains aren't biting anything yet, so I keep a few loops around me so that he can't teleport or… However what he does works. It wouldn't surprise me if it works as some sort of quantum uncertainty thing, where he's anywhere in the cloud until he chooses to be somewhere in the cloud. I don't know why or how it could work like that, but I'm hoping that if I get enough chains in there then the fact that there physically isn't enough space-.

AGGGGGGGGGGGGH!

I just built that leg..!

FUCK!!

Not torn off this time, but that would be better. It's… Mush, force-. He bypassed my armour with another pistol shrimp blast, centred on the wound. The blast itself is just kinetic force and I can fix my leg, but there's no reason to believe that he can't just do it again whenever he wants.

Hang on. He knows that he did that. He knows that I should be distracted when it hits. But he didn't attack. Sharks don't do wound and wait.

How big-?

Marvellous, incoming.

I wanted attention and I've gotten it. Sharkfolk aren't super-fast swimmers, but I didn't go up so high that they can't reach me within a tactically-significant timeframe. I don't think the psychic suggestion is making them suicidally aggressive, so if I keep the chains going and the route upwards mostly clear then I should be alright.

Sharks can't fly, but if I take that route then they'll either go back to looking for the others or the telepath will call them in to act as a bodyguard.

There's a.. twinge of pain in my leg again. Nothing like having it bitten off or mashed, but I think I'm going to need to leave Feed Me on from now on.

Alright, the blackness is a manifestation of his magic so I should be able to consume it. I've already got my chains inside it. Link the chains to my tattoos and focus on the flows of the orange light within and without. Recognise the desire of the wizard giving form to the magic.

Challenging prey.

Ah yes. I can't see you but I can feel you. And you, me. Let's see

if-.

And the problem with high-end wizards is they're usually quite clever. No connection, which at least means that the gnawing sensation has stopped. And I'm managing to get some power out of the lightless patch, as it's definitely shrinking-.

"Orange Lantern to team. Progress report."

"We're nearly there." I relax a little as I hear Zatanna's voice. "Are you okay?"

"Needed to make myself a new leg, but apart from that. You run into any opposition?"

"No. Sha'ark's getting kind of annoyed about it."

"Good. Good work with the illusion. I might have drained the blood mage enough that he's out of action, but keep your eyes open."

Black patch still shrinking, and the sharkfolk still coming but none of them are carrying weapons. The closest are slowing down on the edge of the area demarcated by my chains, looking for a way around.

"Sha'ark says that's basically impossible."

I frown. "Did he say why?"

"They only access-. Huh? Ah…"

"Yes?"

"They turn what they absorb from eating things into spells, and turn their bodies into channels. So all you could really drain was the one spell he was using against you."

"Ah. Useful to know, thank you. I'll-."

The sharkfolk around me open their mouths and surge towards me!
 
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04:30 GMT -1


RIGHT THROUGH-!

AND CAN'T NULLIFY THE PAIN! SOMETIMES I WONDER WHY I BOTHER with-.
Ah, that's all kinds of nasty. Definitely a bonus pain-causing effect to ensure his prey is cripplingly debilitated and unable to fight back. Which for most people would mean a quick end to the fight. Sadly, OL isn't like most people.

Okay, drain the-. Daaaaaah! Residual magic, and an-anything else that appears when he finishes eating me and establishes a conceptual link, because those are drainable and might even be back-hackable. And he's almost certainly going to scarf the leg down to make the link permanent because that's part of what they do and because he's going to remember our last fight and refuse anything other than his strongest possible approach.
And he's probably fast enough to spit it out if you try to turn it into anything nastier.

The others can s-see. I generate I construct spelling out 'KEEP GOING' at the same time as I generate a impeller construct and ascend.

The master blood mage can clearly detect us through Zatanna's illusions, which… Is most likely a result of us not having trained against a form of magic that's only used in a sophisticated way in one isolationist underwater city, but it means that I need to keep his attention on me.
Oh, joy. When the support build has to play tank. Honestly, not that unusual to me, CC players in Champions Online who intend to serve at 'Cosmic' battles often play the Tank role for extra HP and durability. At least one Cosmic can casually snipe them for 20,000 damage plus against a well-geared tank's 15k health...

Can I regrow the leg yet?

No. No I can't.
Some manner of 'this is mine now, meat.' effect, perhaps. Or just lingering aggravated damage.

Recreate the armour. Not out of the black yet so I've got no idea if the others even noticed my order-.

**Miss Martian, respond if you hear me.**
At least the geek has to pry the crunchy shell off your leg before he can chow down.

**^@#\&?**

Marvellous. Now, based on past experience of using this construct-.
Much like D&D's ever-iconic Darkness spell, it probably has a maximum radius.

And I'm out, the city of Nanauve laid out beneath me apart from the black blob directly beneath me. Keep the word-construct pointing in their direction and keep monitoring-. Yep, the black patch is rising up around me.

Let's try… X-ionised knives on construct chains.
Okay, Darkness usually doesn't move.

Long orange chains materialise around me, flowing and generally defying physics in a way that real metal chains don't, even in space. The small silver flecks of my knives dot the whole mess, and since blood mages usually fortify their bodies rather than using arcane barriers they should bite through whatever defences the blood mage can bind to himself.
So, more or less barbed-wire lashes. That can carve through anything not also x-ionised or otherwise conceptually indestructible. Could be messy.

I send the chains spinning out and down. I don't really think this will work, but area denial and resistance bypassing are good places to start until I get a better feel for-.

I feel a pull in my blood-.
Unfortunately, sympathetic magic doesn't need line of sight or proximity.

FEED ME!

The pull cuts out immediately, which wasn't exactly what I was going for. I feel-. Uh, a little hungry and my mouth feels wrong. Normally that would result in it automatically being reformed by my rings but since I'm not exactly myself at the moment anyway-.
What's the bet he's grown shark-like teeth from synergistic impression?

Oof!

A blast of compressed water just hit my armour, which held out just fine. If it had been glowing I'd have assumed that the blood mage also knew a little regular Atlantean magic, but it just looked like normal water to me.
To be fair, it could be some manner of blood effect, traces of it mixed into the mass.

Guess he's been eating pistol shrimps or something. But that's not a problem because even if the force is increased in proportion to his size, my armour is more then tough enough to take it. And if he's given up using the conceptual link.

Regrow.
Keep in mind, just because the armour can withstand the impact doesn't mean the flesh inside can. Kinetic transfer is a thing, after all. A lot of cops and soldiers hit in the armour plates can still walk away with bruises or cracked ribs...

Ah, that's a little better. I don't.. seem to be able to stop it bleeding around the bite line, but the pain is reduced and I can feel it again. Chains aren't biting anything yet, so I keep a few loops around me so that he can't teleport or… However what he does works. It wouldn't surprise me if it works as some sort of quantum uncertainty thing, where he's anywhere in the cloud until he chooses to be somewhere in the cloud. I don't know why or how it could work like that, but I'm hoping that if I get enough chains in there then the fact that there physically isn't enough space-.
Magic don't give a shit about physics, after all. If it did, it wouldn't be magic, it'd be exotic physics.

AGGGGGGGGGGGGH!

I just built that leg..!
This is going to be a running gag, isn't it? Or should that be swimming? :p

FUCK!!

Not torn off this time, but that would be better. It's… Mush, force-. He bypassed my armour with another pistol shrimp blast, centred on the wound. The blast itself is just kinetic force and I can fix my leg, but there's no reason to believe that he can't just do it again whenever he wants.
Yup, better rig a kinetic barrier, unless you want to be reduced to spam in a can.

Hang on. He knows that he did that. He knows that I should be distracted when it hits. But he didn't attack. Sharks don't do wound and wait.

How big-?

Marvellous, incoming.
He doesn't need to keep attacking you, merely hold you in place for something nastier.

I wanted attention and I've gotten it. Sharkfolk aren't super-fast swimmers, but I didn't go up so high that they can't reach me within a tactically-significant timeframe. I don't think the psychic suggestion is making them suicidally aggressive, so if I keep the chains going and the route upwards mostly clear then I should be alright.
Great, a veritable feeding frenzy of civilians.

Sharks can't fly, but if I take that route then they'll either go back to looking for the others or the telepath will call them in to act as a bodyguard.

There's a.. twinge of pain in my leg again. Nothing like having it bitten off or mashed, but I think I'm going to need to leave Feed Me on from now on.
It's going to be a long day, if he keeps getting nibbled on, spiritually and physically.

Alright, the blackness is a manifestation of his magic so I should be able to consume it. I've already got my chains inside it. Link the chains to my tattoos and focus on the flows of the orange light within and without. Recognise the desire of the wizard giving form to the magic.

Challenging prey.
So something of a blood knight as well as a blood mage. 'The strongest foes are also the tastiest', or something like that?

Ah yes. I can't see you but I can feel you. And you, me. Let's see

if-.

And the problem with high-end wizards is they're usually quite clever. No connection, which at least means that the gnawing sensation has stopped. And I'm managing to get some power out of the lightless patch, as it's definitely shrinking-.
At least he didn't have any nasty countermeasures. Even if they collapsed upon consumption, they might still have gone off...

"Orange Lantern to team. Progress report."

"We're nearly there." I relax a little as I hear Zatanna's voice. "Are you okay?"
Good, the sooner they take down whatever's causing this whole problem, the better.

"Needed to make myself a new leg, but apart from that. You run into any opposition?"

"No. Sha'ark's getting kind of annoyed about it."
Figures. Just tell him there may be strong defences around the source. That'll lift his mood.

"Good. Good work with the illusion. I might have drained the blood mage enough that he's out of action, but keep your eyes open."

Black patch still shrinking, and the sharkfolk still coming but none of them are carrying weapons. The closest are slowing down on the edge of the area demarcated by my chains, looking for a way around.
Don't really need weapons when their mouths are full of them. And at this point, they may be in such a savage state they wouldn't think of using handheld stuff.

"Sha'ark says that's basically impossible."

I frown. "Did he say why?"

"They only access-. Huh? Ah…"
Let me guess, their magic is only active when consuming or having recently consumed the target's blood?

"Yes?"

"They turn what they absorb from eating things into spells, and turn their bodies into channels. So all you could really drain was the one spell he was using against you."
Oh, joy. So he could have vast reserves left, only able to use them when he gets a piece of OL...

"Ah. Useful to know, thank you. I'll-."

The sharkfolk around me open their mouths and surge towards me!
Looks like their controller has decided 'damn the casualties, kill the target'.

Looks like OL will have to decide whether the civilians are acceptable casualties in self-defence, or if he'll need to switch up his defences to restrain rather than rendering. Either way, I suspect the water around him will be red before this is all done, and quite a few Nanauveans will be carrying new scars one way or another.

I generate I construct spelling out 'KEEP GOING'...
I generate a construct spelling out 'KEEP GOING'...
 
Ahhhhh, obscure archmages! Such a treat!

Since Paul can't just flatten everything in miles with overwhelming force, and the blood links bypass his skin-wards (and are able to bypass his spell-eaters, through sneakiness or raw power[?]{the second alone is unlikely, because Klarion, but eh}), it makes perfect sense for him to struggle so much, and seeing him use FEED ME like this is a delight.

Oh El's getting a good reason to work on his magic defenses (primarily through Orange Light Eatery), and a worthy conflict for an Embodiment Host. Thank you, Ahri'ahn!
 
Supnautica (part 23) New
7th May 2013
04:33 GMT -1


A shoal of-.

Oh heck.

I redirect my chains to above, actively directing them against the sharkfolk. I'm glad they don't stigmatise scars because this is going to hurt. And tighten, making sure to scratch each one at least a little-. And more than a little in some cases because I can't be gentle with this many people-. People trying to attack me, because if a wizard can hide in blackness then he can certainly hide in a shoal.

Keep working on the darkness, try-. Binding the ones who are already bleeding, and… Expend my awareness further, becauZ-Z-Z-Z-!

Because my leg's gone again and my constructs just weakened and a couple of sharks just bit through their chains and I don't know if they're lower level magicians or if my main target did that for them.

Fine.

A larger x-ionised blade appears next to me, and slices through my leg a little higher up. I then send the blade back into subspace before disintegrating the removed portion of my leg. Hopefully that will mess up at least one of the spells he's been using on me. Then regrow the leg from the hip joint and replace the armour and-.

And spin and punch, because that shark managed to get around the chains because my underside wasn't as fully covered as the top. Chain and pull down and tie off-.

I'm losing links, fragments of chain fading into nothing as the crowd presses towards me. More cross-linking, make it into a net rather than individual-. They're biting through chains to let the others get free, ignoring the mild cuts-.

Fall back, or add more power? Fall back, or-?

Need to keep them on me.

I send out more chains southwards, enveloping more sharkfolk and strengthening my grip on the ones I'd already enmeshed. Then I pull them away from a corridor and boost myself in that direction. With trapped sharkfolk forming a wall and-. And as the rest of the shoal swarm inwards and I don't feel great about using them as human shields, but the telepathic command isn't ordering them to attack one another so it's-. Tactically sound.

And it's not a war crime if there's no war.

"Alright, I've attracted a crowd. Update?"



**Miss Martian?**

**Yes?**

**I appear to be cut off from the others.**

**I can't talk to them either.**

I glance down-. The blackness is gone. I look towards our objective-.

Just because there's a shoal to hide in doesn't mean that he is.

Look for someone close to where they were heading

and

step out, leaving the constructs behind me to collapse and step

back in, stunning the guard with a punch to the top of the head copied from Sha'ark and-.

What?

The two other guards heading towards the swirling mess of silt and stone swing at me with their spears, only to find construct rope wrapped around the shaft just below the heads to pull them off course. Sonic constructs to their foreheads leave them adrift while I try and work out what's going on.

"Zatanna?! Cornwall?!"

No blackness, but I imagine that the detritus storm could serve the same purpose. I-.

Is that Sha'ark?

I increase the strength of my construct armour and surge forwards, wrapping a shark cage construct around him and pulling him out. For a moment he snarls and struggles against it, then his eyes lock on me and-.

"Behind-!"

X-ionised blades and spin them!

The blood mage backs up just slightly too slowly, getting a couple of cuts across his snout and teeth. He makes eye contact with me for a moment, then… Fades into the silt.

"Can't Cornwall control this stuff?"

"This is under control!" Sha'ark has a few nasty bite marks himself, all bleeding freely. "We were nearly there, then he found us."

I drop the cage construct. "What is the target? Who is-?"

Two sharkfolk swim through the silt without difficulty and I-.

Sha'ark darts towards them, biting down on the nose of the first-. Through the nose of the first and tearing it off before throwing a compressed water ball into the open mouth of the second. It makes it halfway down their throat before expanding, tearing their head and upper torso apart.

"Wh-?"

No blood.

I grab a piece and… Old flesh, partially decayed. And… Soil? Not just accreted silt, it's like someone replaced the parts of the body that were completely gone with.. clay.

"We're in our graveyard. The telepath is like these, just smarter. Destroy whatever you find."

Clay zombie telepath. I…

He swims back into the murk.

It's new, I guess.

Ah. Okay. Giant rectangular construct, to suck the sand out of the water as it moves through. Another large construct, keeping more to be drawn from the sea floor. Expanded awareness, and-.

I hurl a harpoon construct through the murk and into a sharkfolk zombie, dragging it out to check that there's no awareness there before cleaving it in two with an x-ionised blade. It keeps twitching for a moment, but can't move coherently enough to be a threat. I add another filter construct, the water beginning to clear-

"Yalc ot enots!"

-enough to give me some idea where the fighters are, and-. And the oversized clay figure with the small human corpse where its head should be. Its right fist is fighting against a fist of rock that Robert's conjured from the sea floor, but as Zatanna exerts herself it seizes up. I-.

Shit.

I transition forwards, sonic cannon construct forming and blasting the blood mage at point blank range as he lunges out of the silt and towards Zatanna. I hit him in the chest, and he can't stop himself gripping his ear holes and wincing as his whole body shudders! Sha'ark swims for the human zombie, which stares at him with rage-filled eye sockets as his mouth closes around its neck.

Chomp.
 
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04:33 GMT -1


A shoal of-.

Oh heck.
Few things so scary as a pack of murderous sharks bearing down on you like a school of piranha. Even worse when you consider that they aren't even doing this of their own will. Some may end up dead without knowing why...

I redirect my chains to above, actively directing them against the sharkfolk. I'm glad they don't stigmatise scars because this is going to hurt. And tighten, making sure to scratch each one at least a little-. And more than a little in some cases because I can't be gentle with this many people-. People trying to attack me, because if a wizard can hide in blackness then he can certainly hide in a shoal.
And I can't imagine most people could easily tell the difference between sharkfolk in a mob this large, like a mosh pit with teeth. Just a roiling mass of bodies all swimming around each other...

Keep working on the darkness, try-. Binding the ones who are already bleeding, and… Expend my awareness further, becauZ-Z-Z-Z-!

Because my leg's gone again and my constructs just weakened and a couple of sharks just bit through their chains and I don't know if they're lower level magicians or if my main target did that for them.
It really is becoming a running gag. Also worrying that he can just chomp it away like that. OL never even saw him...

Fine.

A larger x-ionised blade appears next to me, and slices through my leg a little higher up. I then send the blade back into subspace before disintegrating the removed portion of my leg. Hopefully that will mess up at least one of the spells he's been using on me. The regrow the leg from the hip joint and replace the armour and-.
Hopefully the attached spell didn't spread.

And spin and punch, because that shark managed to get around the chains because my underside wasn't as fully covered as the top. Chain and pull down and tie off-.

I'm losing links, fragments of chain fading into nothing as the crowd presses towards me. More cross-linking, make it into a net rather than individual-. They're biting through chains to let the others get free, ignoring the mild cuts-.
This is getting crazy. At least they aren't trying to eat other... Yet.

Fall back, or add more power? Fall back, or-?

Need to keep them on me.
Though it's hard to hold aggro with limited low-lethality options, especially when you invested in stuff like threat wipes.

I send out more chains southwards, enveloping more sharkfolk and strengthening my grip on the ones I'd already enmeshed. Then I pull them away from a corridor and boost myself in that direction. With trapped sharkfolk forming a wall and-. And as the rest of the shoal swarm inwards and I don't feel great about using them as human shields, but the telepathic command isn't ordering them to attack one another so it's-. Tactically sound.
...Until it does command them to attack your captives. Then things get really awkward in the after-action reports.

And it's not a war crime if there's no war.

"Alright, I've attracted a crowd. Update?"
Maybe not the best logic, OL, especially in a superheroic operation.



**Miss Martian?**
Oh, boy. Out of contact and running out of options? Time to take the limiters off.

**Yes?**

**I appear to be cut off from the others.**

**I can't talk to them either.**
Well, at least M'gann isn't under threat yet. worrying that the others are incommunicado, though.

I glance down-. The blackness is gone. I look towards our objective-.

Just because there's a shoal to hide in doesn't mean that he is.
Great, he ditched you in favour of softer targets.

Look for someone close to where they were heading

and

step out, leaving the constructs behind me to collapse and step
at least you can recall to the party as needed. better than some support/tanks can manage.

back in, stunning the guard with a punch to the top of the head copied from Sha'ark and-.

What?
Oh, this is gonna be good...

The two other guards heading towards the swirling mess of silt and stone swing at me with their spears, only to find construct rope wrapped around the shaft just below the heads to pull them off course. Sonic constructs to their foreheads leave them adrift while I try and work out what's going on.
Good grief, are they really wrapped up in a big old cartoony ball of dust and violence?

"Zatanna?! Cornwall?!"

No blackness, but I imagine that the detritus storm could serve the same purpose. I-.
Especially if the blood mage can transform himself...

Is that Sha'ark?

I increase the strength of my construct armour and surge forwards, wrapping a shark cage construct around him and pulling him out. For a moment he snarls and struggles against it, then his eyes lock on me and-.
Probably a moment of confused panic at the interruption.

"Behind-!"

X-ionised blades and spin them!

The blood mage back up just slightly too slowly, getting a couple of cuts across his snout and teeth. He makes eye contact with me for a moment, then… Fades into the silt.
Ooh, those are gonna sting, between the thinness and the salt.

"Can't Cornwall control this stuff?"

"This is under control!" Sha'ark has a few nasty bite marks himself, all bleeding freely. "We were nearly there, then he found us."
Well, the best laid plans of mice and men, and all that.

I drop the cage construct. "What is the target? Who is-?"

Two sharkfolk swim through the silt without difficulty and I-.
Oi, trying to get an operational update here, lads, sod off.

Sha'ark darts towards them, biting down on the nose of the first-. Through the nose of the first and tearing it off before throwing a compressed water ball into the open mouth of the second. It makes it halfway down their throat before expanding, tearing their head and upper torso apart.
Okay, either someone decided to go ultra-lethal, or...

...They aren't really sharks.

I grab a piece and… Old flesh, partially decayed. And… Soil? Not just accreted silt, it's like someone replaced the parts of the body that were completely gone with.. clay.

"We're in our graveyard. The telepath is like these, just smarter. Destroy whatever you find."
Zombies? sharkfolk zombies, enhanced with magic clay? Good grief, it's like someone is playing 'OL mission bingo' and going for the win.

Clay zombie telepath. I…

He swims back into the murk.
Doesn't ring any bells, no. And it's too widely-used a power to easily search for Wiki links on...

It's new, I guess.

Ah. Okay. Giant rectangular construct, to suck the sand out of the water as it moves through. Another large construct, keeping more to be drawn from the sea floor. Expanded awareness, and-.
Effectively a rolling filter and water-tight seal.

I hurl a harpoon construct through the murk and into a sharkfolk zombie, dragging it out to check that there's no awareness there before cleaving it in two with an x-ionised blade. It keeps twitching for a moment, but can't move coherently enough to be a threat. I add another filter construct, the water beginning to clear-
At least he can render these things down to chunks without too much hassle. Certainly, he can put them back together later if they ask.

"Yalc ot enots!"

-enough to give me some idea where the fighters are, and-. And the oversized clay figure with the small human corpse where its head should be. Its right fist is fighting against a fist of rock that Robert's conjured from the sea floor, but as Zatanna exerts herself it seizes up. I-.
Ah, there's Zee. And or resident telepath, I assume. Or at least their relay at this location.

Shit.

I transition forwards, sonic cannon construct forming and blasting the blood mage at point blank range as he lunges out of the silt and towards Zatanna. I hit him in the chest, and he can't stop himself gripping his ear holes and wincing as his whole body shudders! Sha'ark swims for the human zombie, which stares at him with rage-filled eye sockets as his mouth closes around its neck.

Chomp.
Only problem is whether that's an actual mission kill or not...

All right, if biting it's head off is enough to stop it, then they might be safe for a while... Until whoever's behind the zombie-thing sends backup. Because if this thing is what's relaying the 'play along with the plan' effect, then having an entire city of sharkfolk angry about having been mind-controlled is not going to leave them happy...
 
That'd involve nuking an entire civilization of mind control victims.

A civilization that some of his friends come from and in which they currently reside.
As opposed to letting them rot under his mind control?
My friend. There's a reason why the violation of the sanctity of the mind and their freewill is one of the worst things possible for a person.
Worse than rape, worse than slavery.

I mean, we're on QQ.
We're all familiar with the kink and how terrible it can get.
Death is often times preferable.


Also he was being chased by a shark bloodmage.
My kneejerk reaction to such a scenario is "GTFO. NUKE THE FUCK OUT OF THIS PLACE."
 
Spacenautica (part 5) New
6 984 941.M41

So here we are, standing in an airless cargo bay open to space on one side as wrecks and debris float past. Someone's rigged up a couple of point defence lasers to shoot anything that drifts too close but the long-looted interior is pitted with impact craters.

I'm wearing a tau empire gue'la space suit, lightly armoured and unarmed aside from the ring. Mr. UR-025 came as he was, his right fist scratching off the remains of what the discoloured patch on his chassis suggests was a Mechanicus skull-cog. His left arm mounts a rotary cannon of some sort. Looks a little chunkier than a modern assault cannon, particularly from this angle, but it's nothing that my construct barriers can't survive.

I've got to be honest… I'm not.. massively impressed. I was expecting some sort of archeotech weapon from the human golden age. Instead, it's… He's got a loadout that a Mechanicus robot-.

Oh. Right. That makes a little more sense.

He has a head, but I suspect that it only really houses some optical sensors. In any case they're focusing on me, almost certainly scanning past my helmet to give the robot a better idea of how I'm responding.

"How did you locate Spirit of Eternity?"

"I make a point of going through any Imperial records I find. Anything useful -like the location of space hulks- gets filled away. I can track warp currents fairly well, so if the hulk has a reliable pattern or a recent location I can find it."

And if I've got the time I can sit in the warp and want it to me. Making an orange light - warp energy overlay big enough to affect currents over a wide enough… 'Area' to do something like that takes a while, and while it would take significant deliberate action for warp creatures to do anything to me it's not exactly fun to exist in an unreal environment for days on end.

It really isn't.

"And once I found the hulk it was part of, it was just a matter of cutting it free and returning to normal space. Which took a while, but it wasn't particularly complicated. I've had an eye out for other human technology-."

"Do not call me human technology. I am a free being."

"I don't mean it as in property. You're an intelligent being in your own right. I understand and respect that. The… Re-emergence of serfdom is one of the… Many things I don't like about the Imperium."

"How do you feel about the extermination of alien species?"

"That… Depends on their character. I don't think I'd mind if, say, the orks were exterminated. But I fight for the Tau Empire. I married a tau."

"M Two."

"Yes."

"Space." No! "The final frontier. These are the voyages-."

"How do you have that? That was the original-. Okay, that wasn't the version I listened to growing up-."

"I maintain an extensive cultural database of every one of the many species I have encountered. For many, it is all that survives."

"Is it… In you? And that was made way before you were constructed; I still want to know-."

"It was considered a classic in its day, and data archiving was inexpensive. Some of the ideas contained within it were so widespread that they influenced politics during the Age of Technology. I will admit to being mildly curious about how it was received in its original cultural milieu."

"Sorry, I'm one generation too late for that. I grew up on Next Generation."

"What is that?"

"Ah, well… The original Star Trek wasn't actually very popular when it was first released, but… As we started going into space it got more popular, until eventually there was enough of an audience for films and… They made a new series in the same setting set about a hundred years later." I frown. "So you remember 'I, Mudd' but not 'The Offspring'? No wonder you hate humans."

"Popular fiction is not why I feel the way I do about your species. Though my archival record indicate that I disliked that episode when I watched it."

"So you don't have it stored on you?"

"No. I maintain data archives in places no one else would look. There I leave the majority of my recordings, keeping only things that I need for reference or that I particularly enjoy. Like the series one finale of 'Picard'."

"Ah… I don't know what that is?"

"Synthetic beings from a parallel universe emerge and scour the universe of organic life to protect synthetic life."

"Ah… I'm pretty sure the Federation legally recognised Commander Data's personhood? There were a couple of episodes about it-."

In Next Generation, which he hasn't watched. Darn it. And M5 wasn't a person. Universe, you keep offering me something and then yanking it away.

"They recanted. As your kind are wont to do."

"Which isn't a problem because I work for the tau. The lar'shi ar'tol make those decisions for me now."

"Tau. And how do they treat their drones?"

"Drones genuinely aren't intelligent, and if you agree to come with me you can check that for yourself. But for the most part they're treated as expensive and very useful tools."

"Property."

"They're not as mentally sophisticated as you are. If that becomes an issue… Well… There isn't really a protocol for that. Um. But if you were there, my experience is that the tau government tend to listen to subject matter experts. You could make policy."

"And the engrams? What about them?"

"There… Aren't a lot. Ob'lotai is treated pretty much as he was when he was alive, though… Obviously there are.. some things he does differently, but his status hasn't changed. He can command soldiers, and his counsel is heeded by his general. Simpler engrams used to be used as teaching tools, but that.. technology had a fairly major flaw with it and it got phased out."

"What do you want from me?"

"I'd like copies of your archive, please. I can stick them-. Did I mention that the Tau Empire is a multi-species polity? It's not just tau and humans, they've got a bunch of other species signed up too."

"Voluntarily?"

"More or less. I mean, the… Metaphorical ten thousand pound gorilla is only asking for a given value of 'asking', but the.. kroot, for example, keep their own culture and seem happy enough with the relationship. And it's better than the Imperium, or the orks, or the tyranids, or most of the Eldar, would give someone."

"True. What else do you want?"

"I thought that the Terran Federation… The Age of Technology, was a high point in human civilisation, that continued until the Age of Isolation. I've seen… Hints that-."

"No. It wasn't. While in most regards the Terran Federation was far more that the Imperium, it had many fundamental flaws."

"Good! I mean, not good that it had flaws, but good that you know what they were. I want to rebuild better… And you're one of the few beings who exist who can help with that. So that's what I want you to do. Please, help me fix human civilisation."

"Why would I?"

"Because I suspect that you do actually like social contact, and if nothing else you can speak to Spirit of Eternity. And me!"

He considers for a moment.

"Can I just speak to Spirit of Eternity?"
 
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There was a version of that star trek intro where each line was said by a different captain.

I can't seem to find it now.

Edit, Star Trek seems like bittersweet watching in M40
Seeing about the Federation and Starfleet, how we envisioned space travel would be before we ever stepped foot on another planet.

Explorers, scientists, diplomats.
"We had such high hopes for ourselves."
 
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And if I've got the time I can sit in the warp and want it to me. Making an orange light - warp energy overlay big enough to affect currents over a wide enough… 'Area' to do something like that takes a while, and while it would take significant deliberate action for warp creatures to do anything to me it's not exactly fun to exist in an unreal environment for days on end.
This suggests that he's done that before.

But that would be such a blatant "Fuck You" to the Chaos Gods that there's no way short of Author Ex Machina that they wouldn't have shown up and eaten him.
 
6 984 941.M41

So here we are, standing in an airless cargo bay open to space on one side as wrecks and debris float past. Someone's rigged up a couple of point defence lasers to shoot anything that drifts too close but the long-looted interior is pitted with impact craters.
Back with P'ol, again. And it looks like a face-to-faceplate meeting with one of the few extant examples of ancient synthetic intelligences in the entire galaxy at this point. So, UR-025, how's it hanging? 😏

I'm wearing a tau empire gue'la space suit, lightly armoured and unarmed aside from the ring. Mr. UR-025 came as he was, his right fist scratching off the remains of what the discoloured patch on his chassis suggests was a Mechanicus skull-cog. His left arm mounts a rotary cannon of some sort. Looks a little chunkier than a modern assault cannon, particularly from this angle, but it's nothing that my construct barriers can't survive.
And yes, his 'disguise' was basically slapping a winged skull&cog icon on his chestplate, and claiming to be an Imperial Robot. I suspect the Assault Cannon (Imagine a minigun firing tiny rocket-propelled grenades) did a lot of the heavy lifting in most people's responses.

I've got to be honest… I'm not.. massively impressed. I was expecting some sort of archeotech weapon from the human golden age. Instead, it's… He's got a loadout that a Mechanicus robot-.

Oh. Right. That makes a little more sense.
Yup. And for most people, they wouldn't argue, because the cogboys are crazy. Why wouldn't they send a Robot off to do shit?

He has a head, but I suspect that it only really houses some optical sensors. In any case they're focusing on me, almost certainly scanning past my helmet to give the robot a better idea of how I'm responding.

"How did you locate Spirit of Eternity?"
And presumably P'ol isn't scrambling or blocking those scans with his environmental field out of courtesy.

"I make a point of going through any Imperial records I find. Anything useful -like the location of space hulks- gets filled away. I can track warp currents fairly well, so if the hulk has a reliable pattern or a recent location I can find it."

And if I've got the time I can sit in the warp and want it to me. Making an orange light - warp energy overlay big enough to affect currents over a wide enough… 'Area' to do something like that takes a while, and while it would take significant deliberate action for warp creatures to do anything to me it's not exactly fun to exist in an unreal environment for days on end.
...That's a good excuse as to how, and a good reason as to why he wouldn't do it more often. I suspect that tends to get the attention of the horny fucker in short order.

It really isn't.

"And once I found the hulk it was part of, it was just a matter of cutting it free and returning to normal space. Which took a while, but it wasn't particularly complicated. I've had an eye out for other human technology-."
Presumably after checking there were no invasive infections of warp bullshit, malignant tumours of technology, or xenomorphic stowaways, of course.

"Do not call me human technology. I am a free being."

"I don't mean it as in property. You're an intelligent being in your own right. I understand and respect that. The… Re-emergence of serfdom is one of the… Many things I don't like about the Imperium."
At least they agree on some things. Even if UR is still very much on his guard.

"How do you feel about the extermination of alien species?"

"That… Depends on their character. I don't think I'd mind if, say, the orks were exterminated. But I fight for the Tau Empire. I married a tau."
Sadly, as useful as the Orks once were in the galaxy, they do have a rather glaring issue. Might be able to train some, but sooner or later, the Waagh instincts re-establish and next thing you know you's got boyz scrapping the place up.

"M Two."

"Yes."

"Space." No! "The final frontier. These are the voyages-."
Yes, P'ol boldly went, and boldly came. Living the age-old dreams of technicolour space babes.

"How do you have that? That was the original-. Okay, that wasn't the version I listened to growing up-."

"I maintain an extensive cultural database of every one of the many species I have encountered. For many, it is all that survives."
Points for the original Shatner voiceover, instead of the 'modern' Nimoy one from the Movies... While each has their charms, the original theme tune has a certain cachet.

"Is it… In you? And that was made way before you were constructed; I still want to know-."

"It was considered a classic in its day, and data archiving was inexpensive. Some of the ideas contained within it were so widespread that they influenced politics during the Age of Technology. I will admit to being mildly curious about how it was received in its original cultural milieu."
He's not wrong. An SD rip of an entire series of Star Trek can be as small as 10 gigabytes or less. Question is, does he have the Animated one too? Far more enjoyable because they weren't constrained by the live-action budget. Also, M'ress. 😘

"Sorry, I'm one generation too late for that. I grew up on Next Generation."

"What is that?"
😨 Oh no, the horror. Not knowing of the later series?

"Ah, well… The original Star Trek wasn't actually very popular when it was first released, but… As we started going into space it got more popular, until eventually there was enough of an audience for films and… They made a new series in the same setting set about a hundred years later." I frown. "So you remember 'I, Mudd' but not 'The Offspring'? No wonder you hate humans."
Eh, the 'Star Trek' Federation always had a swingy outlook on synthetic lifeforms.

"Popular fiction is not why I feel the way I do about your species. Though my archival record indicate that I disliked that episode when I watched it."

"So you don't have it stored on you?"
Unless he has some seriously high-density data storage, that would be unlikely. And I suspect this body is kept close to Mechanicum specs to avoid suspicious priests getting troublesome surprises.

"No. I maintain data archives in places no one else would look. There I leave the majority of my recordings, keeping only things that I need for reference or that I particularly enjoy. Like the series one finale of 'Picard'."

"Ah… I don't know what that is?"
...Oh, yeah, 'abducted' well before Picard was a thing. But UR knew about Picard, but not the 'Next generation' series? Talk about gaps in their cultural knowledge bases.

"Synthetic beings from a parallel universe emerge and scour the universe of organic life to protect synthetic life."

"Ah… I'm pretty sure the Federation legally recognised Commander Data's personhood? There were a couple of episodes about it-."
Some of the best in the series, according to some. Certainly great chances for scenery-chewing soliloquies by Patrick 'Yes I am also a classically-trained Shakespearean actor!' Stewart...

In Next Generation, which he hasn't watched. Darn it. And M5 wasn't a person. Universe, you keep offering me something and then yanking it away.

"They recanted. As your kind are wont to do."
Never mind the bigger things like V'Ger. I still wonder about the possibly extra-galactic 'machine race' that enhanced it to sophont levels...

"Which isn't a problem because I work for the tau. The lar'shi ar'tol make those decisions for me now."

"Tau. And how do they treat their drones?"
Though his bosses do understand that if he doesn't like an order they give, he very probably won't carry it out, unlike the average Tau. Nature of the Ring, and all that.

"Drones genuinely aren't intelligent, and if you agree to come with me you can check that for yourself. But for the most part they're treated as expensive and very useful tools."

"Property."
Did you not hear 'not intelligent'? At best, most drones aren't any smarter than a dog.

"They're not as mentally sophisticated as you are. If that becomes an issue… Well… There isn't really a protocol for that. Um. But if you were there, my experience is that the tau government tend to listen to subject matter experts. You could make policy."

"And the engrams? What about them?"
Ah, right. Memory scan and personality shells of high-ranking or valuable Tau personnel. Not quite true AIs, but also not purely databases with character.

"There… Aren't a lot. Ob'lotai is treated pretty much as he was when he was alive, though… Obviously there are.. some things he does differently, but his status hasn't changed. He can command soldiers, and his counsel is heeded by his general. Simpler engrams used to be used as teaching tools, but that.. technology had a fairly major flaw with it and it got phased out."
I'm guessing the Farsight Enclaves haven't broken away just yet, or P'ol has something of a neutral liaison role towards them.

"What do you want from me?"

"I'd like copies of your archive, please. I can stick them-. Did I mention that the Tau Empire is a multi-species polity? It's not just tau and humans, they've got a bunch of other species signed up too."
Heh. P'ol probably could make a complete copy within his Ring. Maltusian tech and all that, even the memory capacity blows everything else out of the water.

"Voluntarily?"

"More or less. I mean, the… Metaphorical ten thousand pound gorilla is only asking for a given value of 'asking', but the.. kroot, for example, keep their own culture and seem happy enough with the relationship. And it's better than the Imperium, or the orks, or the tyranids, or most of the Eldar, would give someone."
At least in this sort-of pre-codex form. They aren't quite at the Reach's 'discreet chemical coercion' point so far. As for the other, most of their offers generally consist of 'Die now.'

"True. What else do you want?"

"I thought that the Terran Federation… The Age of Technology, was a high point in human civilisation, that continued until the Age of Isolation. I've seen… Hints that-."
Remember, at least twenty thousand years involved here. A lot of cultural changes can develop during that time, from fracturing and reformations to total collapses and new empires being built on the bones of the last. A lot like 'Foundation', really.

"No. It wasn't. While in most regards the Terran Federation was far more that the Imperium, it had many fundamental flaws."

"Good! I mean, not good that it had flaws, but good that you know what they were. I want to rebuild better… And you're one of the few beings who exist who can help with that. So that's what I want you to do. Please, help me fix human civilisation."
Gee, not thinking small or anything, P'ol? 😏

"Why would I?"

"Because I suspect that you do actually like social contact, and if nothing else you can speak to Spirit of Eternity. And me!"
Don't threaten him with a good time, then add on a bad one as well...

He considers for a moment.

"Can I just speak to Spirit of Eternity?"
As long as Spirit doesn't see him as a crochety old grandpa or something. There is at least a few thousand years between their creations.

Well, looks like the recruitment pitch was successful. And it saves UR from whatever the Blackstone Fortress might have had planned for him in the future. It'll be interesting to see what else he has in his cultural databases, and how well he gets on with Spirit. Wonder if he'll modify his current body with Tau parts at some point or keep to his existing form...
 
"Because I suspect that you do actually like social contact, and if nothing else you can speak to Spirit of Eternity. And me!"

He considers for a moment.

"Can I just speak to Spirit of Eternity

Hahahaha!

This suggests that he's done that before.

But that would be such a blatant "Fuck You" to the Chaos Gods that there's no way short of Author Ex Machina that they wouldn't have shown up and eaten him.
Assuming they actually noticed that since the Warp is fairly massive and while they are powerful, they're hardly the only powerful things in the Warp.

Also they probably don't have a defense against his ring and assimilation, so even if they wanted to stop him they may be afraid that he could hurt them, or that the others would let one of them die so that they could claim their territory.
 

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