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

OL and Karsta interacted pretty recently, and the way it ended I had assumed he had recruited her into the war against the Reach. Strictly speaking, nothing in the latest chapter contradicts this recent meeting. She could have responded "I'll think about it" to OL's offer to fight the Reach, and gone back to the planet where she's been hiding. Still, the vibes are a bit off; she's not acting like they last talked to each other literally four days ago.
She thinks he might be following her, and thus lied about his level of interest.

On an unrelated topic, it looks like the kryptonian 'Ursa' doesn't have a canonical full name. The closest I can find is that the version of her from Smallville supposedly had the family name 'Ka'. Anyone have any ideas?
 
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On an unrelated topic, it looks like the kryptonian 'Ursa' doesn't have a canonical full name. The closest I can find is that the version of her from Smallville supposedly had the family name 'Ka'. ANyone have any ideas?

In true comic book fashion, if you have a character named "Ursa" and a chance to give her a second name, don't pass up the opportunity to make some sort of bear pun. That's my idea!
 
So… I'm not sure exactly how many people are in the Phantom Zone, but I doubt that it's more than ten thousand. Which means I'm looking for a village or small town. Somewhere near farmable land, because they're going to need to grow their own food. Preferably… Well, it's been a century so I doubt that there'll be fields of crops still growing, but herds or flocks of animals might stay more or less where their forebears lived.
Seems like a pretty big assumption that the Kryptonians would know how to grow their own food.
 
She thinks he might be following her, and thus lied about his level of interest.

On an unrelated topic, it looks like the kryptonian 'Ursa' doesn't have a canonical full name. The closest I can find is that the version of her from Smallville supposedly had the family name 'Ka'. Anyone have any ideas?
You could always make it to where she's married to Zod. That's what the Young Justice show did in Season 4.
 
She thinks he might be following her, and thus lied about his level of interest.

On an unrelated topic, it looks like the kryptonian 'Ursa' doesn't have a canonical full name. The closest I can find is that the version of her from Smallville supposedly had the family name 'Ka'. Anyone have any ideas?
Young Justice has her as Ursa Zod but other female kryptonians having the more traditional kryptonian names like Faora Hu-Ul, so maybe they don't have a universal tradition?
 
Thread 2 of 14 in the bag. Eleven more before I can start reading this thread.

So far the story is quite the page turner. Currently
Guy Gardner has been recruited to give our orange lantern some training, and guy surprisingly does NOT have a terrible bowl cut. Guy also wants to get some licks in for Oh El trash talking Kilowog and claiming the Earth Greenies are all unimpressive brutes with their rings.

a tentative bromance between Kon and OL is kinda there, but Kon being a month old test tube teenager with no life experience besides implanted ones puts some barriers with that whole thing for now. I'm sure this has been a source of level headed totally normal discussions with no inflamed comments whatsoever.

Recently in the story, OL was thinking with his lower Avarice and smooched a deadly femme fetale, snatching defeat from the jaws of victory. Once again, magic/drugs are not this guy's friend, especially with how his ring functions

So far it's been pretty entertaining. I look forward to seeing where this goes from here.
 
She thinks he might be following her, and thus lied about his level of interest.

On an unrelated topic, it looks like the kryptonian 'Ursa' doesn't have a canonical full name. The closest I can find is that the version of her from Smallville supposedly had the family name 'Ka'. Anyone have any ideas?

Season four gave some elaboration on Krypton 16 naming conventions if that helps? Though the Smallville version was technically a composite of Ursa and Faora Hu-Ul; maybe you could use 'Hu-Ul' and say that Ursa and Faora 16 are related as a nod to that?
 
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and guy surprisingly does NOT have a terrible bowl cut.
I assure you, Guy has his traditional haircut.
Season four gave some elaboration on Krypton 16 naming conventions if that helps?
Yea, but that's Season 4.
Though the Smallville version was technically a composite of Ursa and Faora Hu-Ul; maybe you could use 'Hu-Ul' and say that Ursa and Faora 16 are related as a nod to that?
I thought Aethyr was the Ursa expy? I know that Ursa was originally Faora renamed for the film (more obvious in the unedited version) but it doesn't make sense to me that a woman who's main mission in life was to murder men would work with Non, much less fall in love with and marry Dru-Zod.
 
Diplomacy (part 1) New
Universe 191
1st May 1954
10:28 GMT

I sigh as I push the proposed 'treaty' aside and go back to looking at the diplomatic officials opposite me.

"I'm not sure that I can help you, gentlemen. Black Arrow is a private enterprise and does not own any fission weapons."

The representative for the German Empire remains calm, but the chap from the United States scowls. The disconcertingly named Archer Blood was part of a wave of appointments resulting from the Democratic Party victory in the 1952 presidential election, the country as a whole rejecting the Socialist Party as a result of their failure to achieve peace in the occupied territories through relaxing restrictions and… Well, racial gerrymandering. As it turns out, having been independent for eighty years, the former Confederates weren't all that happy about becoming part of the Union again, and remembering what the Freedom Party senators and congressmen from the occupied states did in the interwar period the U.S. wasn't all that eager to have their heirs gumming up the works again. So the Socialists had to square the circle, and then make them both a triangle to cater to their own class conscious base.

Troops were increasingly removed from the streets of southern states, but just about anyone who was an active participant in the Second Great War was disenfranchised indefinitely. There were public work programs paid for with northern money… Which no southern white man would have anything to do with. And since the surviving southern negroes hadn't been in the army, were politically aligned with the socialists and well accustomed to manual labour, they were the ones who took advantage. Which sounds fine, until you remember that while Americans from the north were rightly shocked and horrified by the Confederate death camps, that didn't mean that they considered black people their equals or particularly wanted to sponsor the violent black 'neighbourhood watch' militias that were increasingly developing to defend themselves against attacks from the agitated white population. They didn't much want a forced Socialist majority made up of southern blacks on Capitol Hill either.

So Democrats made a deal, and there's a new round of low intensity war going on and it's nothing to do with me, but these two are here anyway.

"Don't give me that. Everyone knows the British government does whatever you tell them to."

"I have a high degree of cooperation with my friends in Whitehall, it's true, but we do have a Prime Minister and a Foreign Secretary." Though the significance of the latter has been greatly reduced since the end of the Second Great War, with Britain having no colonial holdings and minimal foreign trade. "And even if what you say is true, I still think it's best to go through the motions if only because I don't want to have to deal with their workload along with my own."

Pink Floyd Base is up and running. Adapting reptiloid ships to our use proved to be impractical; aside from one ship crewed by trained midgets we're just dismantling them and using the parts to build our own ships. Or to fuel our ground-based industry, because while we're moving towards the point where we can sustain ourselves with asteroid mining that's a good deal harder than pulp science fiction made it look.

Attaché Karl von Spreti tries to smile. "Mister Talwyn, this treaty is concerned with limiting the damage caused by any future wars. Since your county has disarmed to well below your pre-war levels and claims not to have a military nuclear program, I do not see why you object to it."

I give him a flat look. "Yes, you do. Fission bombs cannot hold ground. They cannot be used to conquer foreign territory, only to destroy things. As such, a nation such as ours could have a limited self-defence force and still be confident of its security as long as any potential attackers knew that an attack would cost them all of their major cities. You know that our rockets could easily hit any target on Earth, while yours cannot. You know that we have the technical capacity to put nuclear warheads on those rockets. You do not want us to have that defensive option."

Mr. Blood clenches his jaw and leans forward, but his Mr. von Spreti makes a small 'wait' gesture with his right hand… And he heeds it.

"You -the victorious parties of both Great Wars- wish to ensure that the losers of those wars cannot get into a position to threaten your supremacy. And demanding that we not improve our militaries is one step in that process. Mister Blood is perfectly aware of the work the former Confederacy did to disguise its rearmament, and wants extra assurance that we're not doing the same. Which is reasonable on the face of it, except that this…" I pick up the draft treaty and wiggle it back and forth, pages slapping together. "This gives you the right to walk into any of our secure facilities to see for yourself. Which I can only assume is a result of us repeatedly capturing your intelligence assets trying to sneak in. You're effectively demanding that we give up our industrial advantages as well as a military edge you think that we might have."

Mr. von Spreti nods. "You do have a great many nuclear enrichment facilities, Mister Talwyn."

"We need a great deal of electricity. You have nuclear power plants of your own; your economists must be able to tell you how much fissionable material they require."

"You also have coal, gas and oil from the North Sea."

I gesture towards the window with my left hand, towards the hydrogen-fuelled cars driving down the road and emitting only water as waste. "Take a walk down the street and see how many cars still use petrol. We don't have anything like enough oil for fuel use, and you can see from our clear skies that we don't use coal for industrial purposes."

Mr. Blood's eyes narrow. "Then I think you'll find the penalties for not signing the contract to be somewhat problematic, won't you?"

And there's the rub. Britain has coal, gas, and oil. Not huge amounts, but it wasn't all that long ago that our coal-fuelled ships were largely fed by our own mines. But since we had alien technology which allowed us to skip decades of unsafe and inefficient reactors, that was what we went for. And we don't have fissionable material in significant quantities. That is one of the few things we buy from other countries; Australia and Canada may no longer be Dominions but we do still have fairly friendly relations.

But Canada is occupied by the United States and Australia is cozying up to them for protection against the expansionist Empire of Japan. And if diplomatic pressure isn't enough then the United States Navy is perfectly willing to block exports more forcefully.

And we aren't in a position to replace them with space-based solar panels or anything like that.

I nod. "I would. Britain presently has two fission bombs. Both were created before the end of the last war. You're welcome to take them with you." Mr. Blood smiles cruelly. "As for missile-based fission warheads… We're arranging a demonstration of some of our satellites-" He stops smiling. Renting space on our communication satellites is our main way of earning foreign currency, and we've made a point of keeping the service just cheap enough that the Americans haven't been able to justify the expense of creating their own system. Not with everything else they're spending money on. "-next week, as well as some of our more advanced defence systems. You're both welcome to send representatives along. I think that will make it clear why we're not wasting money on fission warheads."

Mr. von Spreti nods again. "I shall inform the German government of your invitation."

"What is it?" Mr. Blood's face has hardened. "Improved counter-missiles? We can overwhelm those. Or are you planning on giving Australia its own launch capacity?"

I smile disarmingly. "You'll just have to come along and find out. Oh, and… I should say, some of it has been approved for export?"

His eyes move away as he considers that. He knows from previous demonstrations that our tanks… Barrels, are far more advanced than what America has. They don't know how they work because having a moat around your country makes keeping unwanted foreigners out relatively easy, but they have a rough idea of their performance thresholds. And they know that we're happy to sell to their strategic rivals as well as them, and that if we sell to the Empire of Germany then the Germans will resist any effort to blockade us.

Honestly, despite the fact that most of our direct fighting during the last war was against Germany they're a lot more reasonable about things than the Americans are.

The old lags who keep calling them 'landships' were rather smug when we translated the reptiloids name for them as 'land cruisers'. Again, midget crews were briefly used during testing, but current generation 'Mountbatten' tanks are our own design. Other than the ammunition, which is a direct copy of what the reptiliods used made with equipment taken from their ships.

"We'll come, but it doesn't change anything." Mr. Blood stands, Mr. von Spreti's face sliding back into neutral as he does as well. "You'll sign."

I smile beneficently. "I look forward to seeing you there."
 
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We can't stop here, this is Turtledove country.

a good deal harder than pulp science fiction made is look.
'it'

You're effectively demanding that we give up out industrial advantages
'our'

But since we had alien technology which allowed us skip decades of unsafe and inefficient reactors,
'us to skip'

if diplomatic pressure isn't enough then the United States navy is perfectly willing to block exports more forcefully.
'United States Navy'

that the Americans haven't been able to justify the expense of creating its own system.
'their'

when we translated the reptiloid's name for them as 'land cruisers'.
'reptiloids' ', unless there was only one of them.

Again, midgets crews were briefly used during testing,
Either 'midget crews' or 'crews of midgets'.
 
The representative for the German Empire remains calm, but the chap from the United States scowls. The disconcertingly named Archer Blood was part of a wave of appointments resulting from the Democratic Party victory in the 1952 presidential election, the country as a whole rejecting the Socialist Party as a result to their failure to achieve peace in the occupied territories through relaxing restrictions and… Well, racial gerrymandering. As it turns out, having been independent for eighty years, the former Confederates weren't all that happy about becoming part of the Union again, and remembering what the Freedom Party senators and congressmen from the occupied states did in the interwar period the U.S. wasn't all that eager to have their heirs gumming up the works again. So the Socialists had to square the circle, and then make them both a triangle to cater to their own class conscious base.
'of'

Nice to see this place again. I assume we'll get at least one more chapter showing the demonstration.
 
Universe 191
1st May 1954
10:28 GMT


I sigh as I push the proposed 'treaty' aside and go back to looking at the diplomatic officials opposite me.

"I'm not sure that I can help you, gentlemen. Black Arrow is a private enterprise and does not own any fission weapons."
Heh. A name with multiple meanings there. The most obvious from context is the satellite launch vehicle. In some telling of Robin Hood, a black arrow was his warning to unfriendly nobles. If I remember correctly. And also a novel by Robert Louis Stevenson that was basically Robin Hood with the serial numbers filed off...

The representative for the German Empire remains calm, but the chap from the United States scowls. The disconcertingly named Archer Blood was part of a wave of appointments resulting from the Democratic Party victory in the 1952 presidential election, the country as a whole rejecting the Socialist Party as a result to their failure to achieve peace in the occupied territories through relaxing restrictions and… Well, racial gerrymandering. As it turns out, having been independent for eighty years, the former Confederates weren't all that happy about becoming part of the Union again, and remembering what the Freedom Party senators and congressmen from the occupied states did in the interwar period the U.S. wasn't all that eager to have their heirs gumming up the works again. So the Socialists had to square the circle, and then make them both a triangle to cater to their own class conscious base.
Got to love when the people remember political shenanigans and say 'No thank you, sir!', much less the inevitable result of having to satisfy a more moderate voterbase.

Troops were increasingly removed from the streets of southern states, but just about anyone who was an active participant in the Second Great War was disenfranchised indefinitely. There were public work programs paid for with northern money… Which no southern white man would have anything to do with. And since the surviving southern negroes hadn't been in the army, were politically aligned with the socialists and well accustomed to manual labour, they were the ones who took advantage. Which sounds fine, until you remember that while Americans from the north were rightly shocked and horrified by the Confederate death camps, that didn't mean that they considered black people their equals or particularly wanted to sponsor the violent black 'neighbourhood watch' militias that were increasingly developing to defend themselves against attacks from the agitated white population. They didn't much want a forced Socialist majority made up of southern blacks on Capitol Hill either.
...Ah, right. The joy of old-fashioned setting: old-fashioned cultural attitudes. 😨

So Democrats made a deal, and there's a new round of low intensity war going on and it's nothing to do with me, but these two are here anyway.

"Don't give me that. Everyone knows the British government does whatever you tell them to."
Yes, but it's rather rude to just come out and say that, you know?

"I have a high degree of cooperation with my friends in Whitehall, it's true, but we do have a Prime Minister and a Foreign Secretary." Though the significance of the latter has been greatly reduced since the end of the Second Great War, with Britain having no colonial holdings and minimal foreign trade. "And even if what you say is true, I still think it's best to go through the motions if only because I don't want to have to deal with their workload along with my own."
And given their increasingly advanced techbase, why interact with any other country outside of defending your borders?

Pink Floyd Base is up and running. Adapting reptiloid ships to our use proved to be impractical; aside from one ship crewed by trained midgets we're just dismantling them and using the parts to build our own ships. Or to fuel our ground-based industry, because while we're moving towards the point where we can sustain ourselves with asteroid mining that's a good deal harder than pulp science fiction made is look.
Dark side of the Moon, naturally? Is the mission patch for personnel the classic prism and rainbow cover? 😏

Attaché Karl von Spreti tries to smile. "Mister Talwyn, this treaty is concerned with limited the damage caused by any future wars. Since your county has disarmed to well below your pre-war levels and claims not to have a military nuclear program, I do not see why you object to it."
Because the rest of the world is basically irrelevant to British plans? When you can reach the asteroid belt with mining craft... there's not much on Earth to ask for. Though antagonising those with nukes seems a bit unwise.

I give him a flat look. "Yes, you do. Fission bombs cannot hold ground. They cannot be used to conquer foreign territory, only to destroy things. As such, a nation such as ours could have a limited self-defence force and still be confident of its security as long as any potential attackers knew that an attack would cost them all of their major cities. You know that our rockets could easily hit any target on Earth, while yours cannot. You know that we have the technical capacity to put nuclear warheads on those rockets. You do not want us to have that defensive option."
I doubt Teddy Roosevelt stood out much on this world, or you could throw the classic 'Speak softly, but carry a big stick' line at them. 😏

Mr. Blood clenches his jaw and leans forward, but his Mr. von Spreti makes a small 'wait' gesture with his right hand… And he heeds it.

"You -the victorious parties of both Great Wars- wish to ensure that the losers of those wars cannot get into a position to threaten your supremacy. And demanding that we not improve our militaries is one step in that process. Mister Blood is perfectly aware of the work the former Confederacy did to disguise its rearmament, and wants extra assurance that we're not doing the same. Which is reasonable on the face of it, except that this…" I pick up the draft treaty and wiggle it back and forth, pages slapping together. "This gives you the right to walk into any of our secure facilities to see for yourself. Which I can only assume is a result of us repeatedly capturing your intelligence assets trying to sneak in. You're effectively demanding that we give up out industrial advantages as well as a military edge you think that we might have."
And no sovereign country in the world would give those sort of powers to a foreign state. Heck, that sort of thing was one of the points that set off World War I in our history. (Specifically, Austrian police having arresting powers in Serbia, as I understand it.)

Mr. von Spreti nods. "You do have a great many nuclear enrichment facilities, Mister Talwyn."

"We need a great deal of electricity. You have nuclear power plants of your own; your economists must be able to tell you how much fissionable material they require."

"You also have coal, gas and oil from the North Sea."
And nuclear power is far cleaner and more efficient than any of them. Especially when you can dispose of the leftovers in space.

I gesture towards the window with my left hand, towards the hydrogen-fuelled cars driving down the road and emitting only water as waste. "Take a walk down the street and see how many cars still use petrol. We don't have anything like enough oil for fuel use, and you can see from our clear skies that we don't use coal for industrial purposes."
Putting some of those advancements to good use, I see.

Mr. Blood's eyes narrow. "Then I think you'll find the penalties for not signing the contract to be somewhat problematic, won't you?"

And there's the rub. Britain has coal, gas, and oil. Not huge amounts, but it wasn't all that long ago that our coal-fuelled ships were largely fed by our own mines. But since we had alien technology which allowed us skip decades of unsafe and inefficient reactors, that was what we went for. And we don't have fissionable material in significant quantities. That is one of the few things we buy from other countries; Australia and Canada may no longer be Dominions but we do still have fairly friendly relations.
They haven't shown off the actual spaceships yet, have they? Only the moon rocket from the previous part. So no-one has any idea that Britain is practically on the verge of reaching 'Dan Dare' levels of science fiction. :sneaky:

But Canada is occupied by the United States and Australia is cozying up to them for protection against the expansionist Empire of Japan. And if diplomatic pressure isn't enough then the United States navy is perfectly willing to block exports more forcefully.

And we aren't in a position to replace them with space-based solar panels or anything like that.
...Not yet, anyway, I assume. As it is, if or when their space fleet goes public, short orbital hops to Australia to pick up materials will be easy.

I nod. "I would. Britain presently has two fission bombs. Both were created before the end of the last war. You're welcome to take them with you." Mr. Blood smiles cruelly. "As for missile-based fission warheads… We're arranging a demonstration of some of our satellites-" He stops smiling. Renting space on our communication satellites is our main way of earning foreign currency, and we've made a point of keeping the service just cheap enough that the America hasn't been able to justify the expense of creating its own system. Not with everything else they're spending money on. "-next week, as well as some of our more advanced defence systems. You're both welcome to send representatives along. I think that will make it clear why we're not wasting money on fission warheads."
Ah, they're about to have the big reveal, I see. There's going to be some worried governments after that show.

Mr. von Spreti nods again. "I shall inform the German government of your invitation."

"What is it?" Mr. Blood's face has hardened. "Improved counter-missiles? We can overwhelm those. Or are you planning on giving Australia its own launch capacity?"

I smile disarmingly. "You'll just have to come along and find out. Oh, and… I should say, some of it has been approved for export?"
Probably basic things that are their last-generation designs, no doubt. Obsolete compared to their top of the line?

His eyes move away as he considers that. He knows from previous demonstrations that our tanks… Barrels, are far more advanced than what America has. They don't know how they work because having a moat around your country makes keeping unwanted foreigners out relatively easy, but they have a rough idea of their performance thresholds. And they know that we're happy to sell to their strategic rivals as well as them, and that if we sell to the Empire of Germany then the Germans will resist any effort to blockade us.
Still a silly name, but 'Tank' and 'Barrel' probably come from the same kind of secrecy plans used in wartime. innocuous names for things that changed the landscape of war.

Honestly, despite the fact that most of our direct fighting during the last war was against Germany they're a lot more reasonable about things than the Americans are.

The old lags who keep calling them 'landships' were rather smug when we translated the reptiloid's name for them as 'land cruisers'. Again, midgets crews were briefly used during testing, but current generation 'Mountbatten' tanks are our own design. Other than the ammunition, which is a direct copy of what the reptiliods used made with equipment taken from their ships.
...Perhaps the next generation can be 'Land Raiders' 😄

"We'll come, but it doesn't change anything." Mr. Blood stands, Mr. von Spreti's face sliding back into neutral as he does as well. "You'll sign."

I smile beneficently. "I look forward to seeing you there."
If only to capture a picture of the look on his face, no doubt.
Ah, the Southern Victory universe. A peculiar thing that isn't really my bag. Not that into alternate history, but if it works, it works. Thankfully @Oglymogly's little link refreshed the memory a little. I take it this alt!Paul has long since exhausted the Ring's power, and is working exclusively with the Race's acquired technology. Fitting that the scene be another negotiation, though, given the theme of the episode. 😏
 
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Can sombisy pleae give a summary of Southern victory, and what old being there means?
 
'it'
'our'
'us to skip'
'United States Navy'
'their'
'reptiloids' ', unless there was only one of them.
Either 'midget crews' or 'crews of midgets'.
Thank you, corrected.
Nice to see this place again. I assume we'll get at least one more chapter showing the demonstration.
Oh yes.
@Mr Zoat, does this guy simply go by Mr. Talwyn? Or did he get himself a new first name as well?
He probably did.
At this rate, we're going to see a universe where the Thirteen Colonies lost the Independence War and remained subservient to the British Empire.
Yes, but that's already a good ending. What would there be to write about?
Can sombisy pleae give a summary of Southern victory, and what old being there means?
Well, I'm not @sombisy, but I'll do my best.

A complete fluke event that happened in our timeline during the American Civil War didn't happen. As a result, the Confederacy didn't win exactly, but they did enough and lasted long enough that Britain started leaning on the U.S. to accept their independence. They did, the Confederacy allied with Britain, France, Japan and Russia while the US allied with the German Empire. Britain leaned on the Confederacy to free their slaves, and realising how much help they needed with their industry and military they gritted their teeth and did it... But they just ended slavery. Southern black people are still non-citizens.

U.S./Germany win the first world war. The British Empire is dissolved and the Confederacy is disarmed, resulting in a Hitler expy called Jake Featherstone becoming President. President Featherstone is actually a lot more intelligent and sober that Hitler, and does a much better job.

Fortunately, due to the U.S. having plot armour, they win again. The Confederacy is utterly crushed and reincorporated. Japan abandons the Pacific once Pearl Harbour falls and the U.S. doesn't continue fighting. Likewise, once France and Russia are knocked out Britain sues for peace.
 
Interesting to see more of this setting.
Last time it was implied that Mister Talwyn had some ring charge left but cannot replenish it. Doubt he would use it to magic away the current problem even if he could.

Strange they need to import fissionables from other countries. The asteroid belt contains plenty and it was implied in the previous chapter that they were already setting up mines there. With five years to work on it I would have expected them to be getting somewhere. Perhaps they are just pretending that they need those imports so the US doesn't get trigger happy.
 
Strange they need to import fissionables from other countries. The asteroid belt contains plenty and it was implied in the previous chapter that they were already setting up mines there. With five years to work on it I would have expected them to be getting somewhere. Perhaps they are just pretending that they need those imports so the US doesn't get trigger happy.
They have asteroid mines.

What they don't have are:
1) any way to conceal launches
2) asteroid mineral surveys
3) a space elevator
4) mining ships

This means that they don't have all that many people in space, have to check asteroids manually, can't really de-orbit what they mine efficiently and are stuck breaking asteroids up and shipping them back to the moon for refining. That is just getting to the point where it covers their covert orbital construction material requirements. In financial terms? It's a massive loss.

Next in the construction queue after satellites are exploration drones and ship-based refineries. That's when all this investment starts paying off.
 
Both were created before the end of the last war. You're welcome to take them with you." Mr. Blood smiles cruelly.
Wonder how long it will take them to realize they are the exact two German made bombs fired at England? 😂 Oh and that they were disarmed in a way that was not even possible by known technology. 🤣
 
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