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

So from what I understand he gave himself a telekinetic push in that direction by pretending he was supposed to be falling that way towards the "ground"?
No. He's literally convincing the universe that gravity works in the wrong direction.
Why'd he choose that name? The only thing I found was a character form a TV show.
Middle name plus mother's maiden name.
3% complete.
He can't use his telekinesis for that?
Not strong enough.
First post? To link with Slipstream right? I forgot that it doesn't begin in space like usual.
He began in space, but near Junkion rather than Earth.
While I assume his control isn't good enough for it, a skin level field would work no? He could avoid damage while still being "covered" by the pheromones.
It's not really practical. Just about any sort of shield he could make would block air, and he's not that good at that sort of technique anyway.
 
The Man (part 19) New
5th June 2013
07:43 GMT -5


"Kon-?" He looks around. "Match? I didn't know you were getting involved."

He carefully hands off the… Growth chamber that he was carrying to a couple of g-trolls, and then lands and walks over to us.

"Dubbilex needed a hand setting up."

I frown. "I'd-." No, no, this was a rush job, and it's not like he could phone me on Themyscira. I stop frowning. "Thank you for your help. Ah, Queen Artemis, this is my friend and colleague Match. Match, Queen Artemis."

Match hesitates for a moment, being forced to change mental gears suddenly. But he recovers, and gives her a shallow bow. "Your majesty."

"Greetings, Match." She looks slightly puzzled. "You were flying, and yet I feel little magic emanating from you."

"Little-? Oh." He pulls out his ward and shows it to her. "Yeah, I'm kryptonian. We don't use magic to fly. Just sunlight." He turns to me. "I'm sorry, I want to help them finish setting up before school."

"Oh." I wave in the general direction of the dilapidated shopping centre where Dubbilex appears to be setting up. "By all means."

He flies about a metre in that direction, then stops and turns back. "You wanna talk to Dubbilex?"

I look at Queen Artemis, who is momentarily distracted by a g-pooka who is making faces at one of the bolder children in the line near the entrance.

"Yes. I would. Thank you."

"No problem. I'll tell him."

And he's gone, a weak slipstream mildly buffeting us.

Artemis frowns at me. "'Sunlight'?"

"Sunlight empowers kryptonian organelles, prompting them to generate a sort of biological force field around their body. That in turn grants them unusual strength, endurance, and the ability to fly."

"And… These others? The small ones resemble the large ones so I presume that they are related."

"Genomorphs. Synthetic organic species… Plural. The big ones are g-trolls, the tiny ones are g-gnomes and the ones lurking at strategic locations just in case they have to restrain someone are g-elves. The one entertaining the children is a g-pooka, Dubbilex himself is a g-goblin and the actual implantation of the g-sanchong will be handled by the g-magtatangal. They share a lot of biology in common, but each type is adapted to perform a particular role. They're also part of a telepathic hive mind."

**Orange Lantern, and guests.**

**Dubbilex. Would you mind talking Queen Artemis through things?**

**No. That is a simple matter, and I have no role in the surgery. Would you like to come inside?**

**On our way.** I turn to Artemis. "Did he include you?"

She nods. "I have not encountered telepathy before."

I gesture to the shopping centre again, and we start walking. "I did warn you that Earth was a madhouse. We get a little of everything here. Our last major invasion was our own time travelling descendants from the far future."

"Would they not know that they lost?"

I shake my head. "I… Don't know. It's possible that the attack was essential to allow them to come to exist in the first place or something. Or that their records of this era aren't good and they don't know which iteration of human civilisation they're descended from. That wasn't the first time they've attacked from the future, but it will be the last."

"'Will be'? Is it still ongoing?"

"Not-. Ah, we took some sheeda prisoner, but it's time travel. The attack hasn't been launched yet."

She smiles. "I suppose that does confuse the tenses."

We reach the entry… Looks like time and casual violence destroyed the glass doors which used to be here. G-elves with brooms and vacuums have done their best to clean things up a bit in the short time they've had, but years of neglect don't vanish overnight. Not without a very specific set of superpowers, anyway.

Huh. I should ask him about the g-lusca. See if they've got any ideas about reconstruction.

Mitchell is talking to the first nervous-looking volunteer, while Dubbilex turns away from the g-trolls and walks towards us.

"I felt that you were not entirely comfortable with telepathy. Would you prefer speech?"

Artemis nods. "Yes, thank you. You are Dubbilex?"

"Indeed. Would you like to discuss the procedure, or do you simply wish to observe?"

"What is it that you are gong to do?"

He turns to look towards the operating area, where the now-reassured patient is getting onto a gurney. "The g-magtatangal will remove the patient's capacity to feel pain. Then, they will make an incision in the patient's abdomen and insert the g-sanchong. The g-magtatangal will then guide it into position through a combination of telepathy and physical force. Once in position, the g-sanchong will make the attachments itself and the g-magtatangal will close and suture the incision. I estimate two minutes per procedure."

Queen Artemis looks back through the opening to the street, and the slowly growing crowd of people gathering there. "How would you describe the general state of health of the people of this city?"

"Poor. Many have signs of narcotic use and withdrawal. Many also have injuries. Poor nutrition, unsanitary conditions and intravenous drug use have increased their vulnerability to disease."

"And the g-sanchong will alleviate those?"

"Some. A g-sanchong cannot fix nutritional problems, and it will only accelerate healing to a degree. But it is excellent at combating disease and the consequences of narcotic use."

"Does it use magic, or is it purely physical in nature?"

"It uses magic to a small degree. Since our failure to contain our g-oni brothers we have become more conservative with granting our new brothers innate magical abilities. The g-sanchong becomes an artificial chakra point once integrated into its host body. This increases its capacity to heal beyond what is possible through normal organic healing."

"Are you using one?"

He lifts his shirt, indicating a small scar. "Yes. It is quite helpful."

"Does it work on other species?"

"It is intended for humans. It would need to be further modified for other species in order to avoid an immune system response. Assuming the intended host was broadly similar to human, it should be possible to adapt one."

"Would-?"

**Brother.** The g-magtatangal looks in our direction, claws raised... A little too ominously. Mitchell gently pushes them back down. **I am ready to begin.**

Dubbilex nods. "My brother is ready to perform the procedure. Perhaps we can continue this discussion after the demonstration."
 
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Magtatangal?
Sanchong?

I am unfamiliar with the creatures they were named after.
 
5th June 2013
07:43 GMT -5


"Kon-?" He looks around. "Match? I didn't know you were getting involved."

He carefully hands off the… Growth chamber that he was carrying to a couple of g-trolls, and then lands and walks over to us.
I'm not surprised he's the one here. Besides his closer sympathies to the Genomorphs, he's a more Compassionate individual than Conner (who is more aligned with Fury.)

"Dubbilex needed a hand setting up."

I frown. "I'd-." No, no, this was a rush job, and it's not like he could phone me on Themyscira. I stop frowning. "Thank you for your help. Ah, Queen Artemis, this is my friend and colleague Match. Match, Queen Artemis."
An unexpected meeting, but not an unpleasant one. And given how distant he's been, it's not like they'd keep him constantly posted on their activities.

Match hesitates for a moment, being forced to change mental gears suddenly. But he recovers, and gives her a shallow bow. "Your majesty."

"Greetings, Match." She looks slightly puzzled. "You were flying, and yet I feel little magic emanating from you."
Ah, she's not familiar with Kryptonians, then. No doubt they never made it to her corner of the galaxy over the centuries.

"Little-? Oh." He pulls out his ward and shows it to her. "Yeah, I'm kryptonian. We don't use magic to fly. Just sunlight." He turns to me. "I'm sorry, I want to help them finish setting up before school."

"Oh." I wave in the general direction of the dilapidated shopping centre where Dubbilex appears to be setting up. "By all means."
Wonder if OL mentioned the personal wards to her. Her people probably have other methods for protection from magic, but it's certainly an interesting alternative.

He flies about a metre in that direction, then stops and turns back. "You wanna talk to Dubbilex?"

I look at Queen Artemis, who is momentarily distracted by a g-pooka who is making faces at one of the bolder children in the line near the entrance.
And with a name like that, I can't help but picture a short humanoid with big, flappy ears...

"Yes. I would. Thank you."

"No problem. I'll tell him."

And he's gone, a weak slipstream mildly buffeting us.
I mean, Dubbilex probably already knows he's here, given the interlinked nature of the Genomorphs.

Artemis frowns at me. "'Sunlight'?"

"Sunlight empowers kryptonian organelles, prompting them to generate a sort of biological force field around their body. That in turn grants them unusual strength, endurance, and the ability to fly."

"And… These others? The small ones resemble the large ones so I presume that they are related."
It's kind of impressive, I know. Some species really win the superpower lottery... Or cheat using bio-engineering.

"Genomorphs. Synthetic organic species… Plural. The big ones are g-trolls, the tiny ones are g-gnomes and the ones lurking at strategic locations just in case they have to restrain someone are g-elves. The one entertaining the children is a g-pooka, Dubbilex himself is a g-goblin and the actual implantation of the g-sanchong will be handled by the g-magtatangal. They share a lot of biology in common, but each type is adapted for perform a particular role. They're also have a telepathic hive mind."
And yes, that mythological naming scheme is a part of their appeal. Though the G-nomes have the most punny one.

**Orange Lantern, and guests.**

**Dubbilex. Would you mind talking Queen Artemis through things?**
Preferably with vocals, not telepathy. I expect there are rules of etiquette on her world about mental magics.

**No. That is a simple matter, and I have no role in the surgery. Would you like to come inside?**

**On our way.** I turn to Artemis. "Did he include you?"
And how shocked was she by the contact? Depending on whether her world has that kind of thing.

She nods. "I have not encountered telepathy before."

I gesture to the shopping centre again, and we start walking. "I did warn you that Earth was a madhouse. We get a little of everything here. Our last major invasion was our own time travelling descendants from the far future."
He says it so casually, that even though it sound insane, you want to believe him. Such is the joy of Earth Bullshit™

"Would they not know that they lost?"

I shake my head. "I… Don't know. It's possible that the attack was essential to allow them to come to exist in the first place or something. Or that their records of this era aren't good and they don't know which iteration of human civilisation they're descended from. That wasn't the first time they've attacked from the future, but it will be the last."
That you know of. Who knows with time travel these days?

"'Will be'? Is it still ongoing?"

"Not-. Ah, we took some sheeda prisoner, but it's time travel. The attack hasn't been launched yet."

She smiles. "I suppose that does confuse the tenses."
...Does her world have time magic? Or at least the theoretical ability to discuss the mechanics of it? because that stuff is confusing.

We reach the entry… Looks like time and casual violence destroyed the glass doors which used to be here. G-elves with brooms and vacuums have done their best to clean things up a bit in the short time they've had, but years of neglect don't vanish overnight. Not without a very specific set up superpowers, anyway.
Like, say, an Orange Power Ring. But simple cleanup like that is probably not a priority over essential utilities and minimum standards of living.

Huh. I should ask him about the g-lusca. See if they've got any ideas about reconstruction.

Mitchell is talking to the first nervous-looking volunteer, while Dubbilex turns away from the g-trolls and walks towards us.
A Lusca? Since the oceans may be clean, but there's no guarantee they'll stay that way?

"I felt that you were not entirely comfortable with telepathy. Would you prefer speech?"

Artemis nods. "Yes, thank you. You are Dubbilex?"
IT was that clear in that momentary contact? Then again, as a ruler, she's probably got a great many things she doesn't want other people learning from rummaging around in her head.

"Indeed. Would you like to discuss the procedure, or do you simply wish to observe?"

"What is it that you are gong to do?"
...Hmm. Is surgery even a thing on her world, or has healing magic made it less necessary? I could see it going both ways.

He turns to look towards the operating area, where the now-reassured patient is getting onto a gurney. "The g-magtatangal will remove the patient's capacity to feel pain. Then, they will make an incision in the patient's abdomen and insert the g-sanchong. The g-magtatangal will then guide it into position through a combination of telepathy and physical force. Once in position, the g-sanchong will make the attachments itself and the g-magtatangal will close and suture the incision. I estimate two minutes per procedure."
Another mythological inspiration, eh? Have to wonder how the collective comes up with their naming scheme.

Queen Artemis looks back through the opening to the street, and the slowly growing crowd of people gathering there. "How would you describe the general state of health of the people of this city?"

"Poor. Many have signs of narcotic use and withdrawal. Many also have injuries. Poor nutrition, unsanitary conditions and intravenous drug use have increased their vulnerability to disease."
Pretty bad shape, even for modern living. Nature of Hub City, i suppose.

"And the g-sanchong will alleviate those?"

"Some. A g-sanchong cannot fix nutritional problems, and it will only accelerate healing to a degree. But it is excellent at combating disease and the consequences of narcotic use."
As a reminder, the 'Three Worms' of Chinese mythology. Appropriate to use the name of things that seek to make the host sick for something that makes them healthy.

"Does it use magic, or is it purely physical in nature?"

"It uses magic to a small degree. Since our failure to contain our g-oni brothers we have become more conservative with granting our new brothers innate magical abilities. The g-sanchong becomes an artificial chakra point once integrated into its host body. This increases its capacity to heal beyond what is possible through normal organic healing."
Good to see they're being careful, having been burnt once.

"Are you using one?"

He lifts his shirt, indicating a small scar. "Yes. It is quite helpful."
"I'm not just the president of the company, I'm a customer."

"Does it work on other species?"

"It is intended for humans. It would need to be further modified for other species in order to avoid an immune system response. Assuming the intended host was broadly similar to human, it should be possible to adapt one."
So, about half the galaxy, with adjustments. Seriously...

"Would-?"

**Brother.** The g-magtatangal looks in our direction, claws raised... A little too ominously. Mitchell gently pushes them back down. **I am ready to begin.**

Dubbilex nods. "My brother is ready to perform the procedure. Perhaps we can continue this discussion after the demonstration."
Let me guess, one hand or set of hands with surgical scalpel-grade claws, another dextrous enough to suture injuries.

Interesting to see how much the Genomorph collective is diversifying their specialised species. And how many they can align with existing mythology for their naming scheme. 😏 Joy of being able to customise their physiology as they do. At any rate, I hope the surgeries aren't being performed in plain sight, or there might be extra mess in the building...
 
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I'm curious how sturdy the sanchongs are. The heimlich maneuver is more likely than chest compressions to damage it. Aside from that, a knife wound or car crash could damage it. Or could damage organs around it if it has a tough carapace.

I don't think I'm especially squeamish, but I'd find this terrifying. Printing organs? Fully mechanical hearts? Sure. Letting this thing in temporarily for a surgical procedure instead of metal tools? Okay. This creature maintaining a telepathic connection to a civilian population of over a thousand minds…? No no no. I'd need to be paid for it.
 
"Genomorphs. Synthetic organic species… Plural. The big ones are g-trolls, the tiny ones are g-gnomes and the ones lurking at strategic locations just in case they have to restrain someone are g-elves. The one entertaining the children is a g-pooka, Dubbilex himself is a g-goblin and the actual implantation of the g-sanchong will be handled by the g-magtatangal. They share a lot of biology in common, but each type is adapted for perform a particular role. They're also have a telepathic hive mind."
'performing'
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'They'
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Extraneous 'have'
We reach the entry… Looks like time and casual violence destroyed the glass doors which used to be here. G-elves with brooms and vacuums have done their best to clean things up a bit in the short time they've had, but years of neglect don't vanish overnight. Not without a very specific set up superpowers, anyway.
'set of'
I'm curious how sturdy the sanchongs are. The heimlich maneuver is more likely than chest compressions to damage it. Aside from that, a knife wound or car crash could damage it. Or could damage organs around it if it has a tough carapace.

I don't think I'm especially squeamish, but I'd find this terrifying. Printing organs? Fully mechanical hearts? Sure. Letting this thing in temporarily for a surgical procedure instead of metal tools? Okay. This creature maintaining a telepathic connection to a civilian population of over a thousand minds…? No no no. I'd need to be paid for it.
I imagine it's more appealing if you're a drug addict who can no longer access the drugs you're addicted to, and you live in a ruined city with very poor medical care to protect from disease and withdrawal.
 
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That you know of. Who knows with time travel thee days?
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A Lusca? Since the oceans may be clean, but there's no guarantee they'll stay that way?
Sort of. G-lusca are named after them due to their need for a tank of fluid to live in, but they're actually organic supercomputers.
I'm curious how sturdy the sanchongs are. The heimlich maneuver is more likely than chest compressions to damage it. Aside from that, a knife wound or car crash could damage it. Or could damage organs around it if it has a tough carapace.
They're not tough, they're flexible. If the host is squeezed enough to damage one then the host is probably dead anyway.
'performing'
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Extraneous 'perform'
'They'
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Extraneous 'have'
'set of'
Thank you, corrected.
 
@Mr Zoat, regarding the Amazons that Paul helped impregnate, how old are the children now? They must have been born by now.
 
@Mr Zoat, regarding the Amazons that Paul helped impregnate, how old are the children now? They must have been born by now.
They were born a while ago. I think the eldest are a little over one?
What happens to a person with one of these installed if they get attacked by a thaumophage like Robert?
Depends. If it literally was Robert, nothing much. There's not enough magic involved. If it was a general draining effect, they'd be hurt, but ripping someone's soul out is usually fairly dangerous.
 

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