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

If being told you're fictional is enough to break you . . . I dunno . . . Get the fuck over yourself?
I dunno about breaking them. But I can see how being told that every single horrid thing that has ever happened to you, Batman's parents being murdered for instance, was just for another worlds entertainment might just fuck with your head.

That and the idea that every action you take is actually one that is being written for you, and that you have no free will.

I think everyone on the Justice League is more than capable of pushing past it. But still....
 
If being told you're fictional is enough to break you . . . I dunno . . . Get the fuck over yourself?

But then how would we have cheap drama? Bargin bin existential crisis is tradition at this point and we all know Brits are big on tradition. Internet tells me so, so it must be true.

That and the idea that every action you take is actually one that is being written for you, and that you have no free will.

That's how you get Owlman and the idiotic multiversal bomb plan. Do you want Owlman?
 
That and the idea that every action you take is actually one that is being written for you, and that you have no free will.

Or that their actions are just being recorded by someone from another dimension, but are made of their own free will.

The League may also be more ready to figure out that someone may be controlling destiny.

Considering the type of lives they lead and all the weird shit they see, figuring out something like that wouldn't exactly be that much of a shock.

But then how would we have cheap drama? Bargin bin existential crisis is tradition at this point and we all know Brits are big on tradition. Internet tells me so, so it must be true.

Zoat does tend to subvert tropes from time to time.
 
Zoat does tend to subvert tropes from time to time.

Yeah. The tea thing. It makes me doubt he is really a Brit. But he always spells 'color' with a 'u' and even uses 'mate' instead of 'buddy'... I dunno. It's just not very conclusive.

Maybe he'll surprise us and just skip the entire 'we're fictional!? Every choice we make, every action we take is manufactured!? Maybe Owlman was right after all.' by never addressing it in the first place... Oh wait! That's exactly what OL already did.
 
Now that I think about it, the League may already have an idea that they could be considered fictional in some universes.

During the Ambush Bug episode Paul told them about some of the universes he saw and that they were fictional in his world, so they could also think their universe is considered fictional in some universes.
 
I guess I just always felt that if someone tried to prove I was fictional I'd be incredulous that anyone would find me entertaining enough to read/watch. Admittedly, I don't have superheroic adventures. Though there's an awful lot of detail if I'm some bit character.

But also just annoyed that my writer apparently sucks and couldn't be assed to at the very least write me up a jackpot lottery ticket or something.
 
I like the idea of explaining it as some people getting glimpses of the DC universe, but since they're seen through the Dreaming the result is the stories we know.
 
Cold Iron (supplementary, Renegade option)
26th June 2012
14:14 GMT -7


"Stable?"

Pony-Artemis tests the stability of each of her legs then nods, tossing her head to get her mane out of her face. "Yeah, I think-." She turns her head towards me. "'Stable'? Really?"

"If you look everywhere for equine puns, you'll find them everywhere. The country's called 'Equestria'."

"What would you call a country full of ponies?"

"Oh, this isn't the part of the planet ponies come from. As far as I've been able to tell, it's the canines that are the natives."

"So what's the place the ponies come from called? Ponyland?" She watches my face. "No."

"Like you said, it makes sense." I trot back a step. "You feel up to walking yet?"

"Yeah, I.. guess."

She turns her head to look along her barrel. Artemis came out of the mirror as a pale green alicorn with a white horn, white-flecked wings and a glowing white mane, which… Lends more credence to the 'long' interpretation of our stay in the future. My own equine appearance doesn't appear to have changed, though I think my 'labour tattoo' might be a little… Sharper.

"A bow and arrow and a star. At least it's easy to interpret."

"Artemis, that's pony-heresy. Getting your haunch-stamp is supposed to be a huge, life-changing event that defines your role in society."

"I don't think my role in society is defined by shooting arrows at stars."

"Have you t-"

Artemis gasps in shock, tries to reorientate on the sound, half-trips and only stays upright by splaying her legs out!

"-ried?"

Pinkie Pie… The Canterlot one, is laying on top of the portal. I'm… Pretty sure that she wasn't there when we came through, there's one door…

"How did you get up there?"

I raise my right forehoof and gently put it on Artemis's right shoulder.

"We don't question Pinkie Pie. Bad things happen."

"Ah?"

Artemis looks at the pink pony for several moments, then her eyes drop to the sides of the mirror's frame. Then they drift back up to the Canterlot Pinkie. Artemis opens her mouth to ask how a creature as physically specialised for flat countryside as a pony climbed up on top of an object with minimal handholds, much less how a creature as broad as a pony managed to lounge on the top of it without either of the other people in the room noticing.

Then she closes her mouth.

I breathe a sigh of relief. "Sorry, just checking: you are the Canterlot Pinkie, aren't you? I didn't meet all of you."

"Yeperoonie." She falls backwards off the mirror, twisting in the air as she does so to land on her hooves. "Pinkie 'Canterlot' Pie at your service. And I'm not charging at you and shaking your hoof a whole lot because I know you'd fall over, but I'm still really-"

And PCP-. Oh, good grief. Canterpinkie demonstrates her progenitor's casual disregard for personal space by rearing up on her hind legs and grinning right in Artemis's face.

"-glad to meet you!"

"Ah, nice to meet you too."

"So have you shot any stars? You probably shouldn't do that here because then Princess Luna would have to nurse them back to health or maybe make a new one and the night sky wouldn't be quite right until she did and that would make all the astronomers mad at her, but on your side of the mirror the stars aren't the same as they are here so maybe you have?"

"I won't shoot any stars. I don't have any hands."

Her armour came through as light barding, and her bow and arrow-filled quiver are both still there. But she's right: bows aren't suitable for mouth and hooves, and if she had enough control to notch, draw and loose with magic then she'd probably be served just as well to fire a magic energy bolt instead.

"Huh. Oh yeah, I guess that would be…" Pinkie drops back onto all fours, frowning. "Um, you might not want to stay too long then. Ponies who can't use their special talents can get a bit… Strange."

Artemis's eyes flick to me, but my lack of reaction seems to reassure her. Though, actually…

"Are… You and the other Pinkie Pies doing alright in that regard? I mean, you were-"

Her expression goes a little rigid.

"-in… The mirror pool…"

"I'mfine!"

"For a.. while."

She twitches. Marvellous. There's a mob of Pinkie Pie clones spread across Equestria all suffering from Cutie Mark Repression Syndrome, which it turns out is a real condition. I mean, now that they can party freely they should be bleeding some of the stress off, but…

Maybe we should keep an eye on them.

"Is Luna around?"

"No, she's a pony."

I snort with amusement, making sure to smile afterwards. That appears to calm her down slightly.

"She's in her office. A lot of ponies want to use Sunset's alicornication spell, and she wants to vet them to make sure no crazy ponies get through."

"That seems like a sensible precaution to take. Though I am a little surprised that Sunset agreed to anyone other than her doing the filtering."

"I don't think she agreed, exactly? But since Princess Luna's a princess and Sunset's not in Equestria all that much, that's what's happening."

I… Think I'm going to need to ease Sunset gradually into the knowledge that that's what's happening. Luna's office is… Huh. No, I don't know where it is. Drawing rooms, her apartment, various state rooms, yes, but I haven't seen her actual office.

"Please lead the way. Ah, slowly. Artemis is still finding her hooves."

It's a bit of an obvious feed line, but-.

"Whenever I'm not sure where my hooves are, I just look at the end of my legs!"

It's not laugh-out-loud funny, but I snort again anyway.

PCP prances towards the door, and Artemis haltingly follows her. I remember perfectly well how hard it is to adapt, and I know her well enough to know that she doesn't want advice or help. She doesn't want me to draw attention to it.

We head down the corridor, guards giving us a glance but not running and hiding this time. Which is progress. It's night here, so the guards are Luna's people and I see that they're making use of some of Sunset's lighter equipment. I nod approvingly, then turn my head towards Artemis.

"Given any thought to getting out of high school?"

"Running an empire in the far future doesn't actually mean you know everything they teach you in high school."

"No, it means you learn useful things. You've led armies. There aren't a lot of people on Earth who've done that and have super powers too. Lex would take you on at officer rank, and then the galactic rim is the limit."

"Yeah, but that would mean working for Lex Luthor. And giving up my secret identity. Lex Luthor's not someone I want knowing my home address."

"And putting you in an excellent position to shoot him if he acts up, and… Look, your father's record, your mother's record and Jade's record are public knowledge. It would be more strange if you weren't wearing a costume."

"And I already know you're right, and I already know it's a great offer. It just feels wrong, you know?"

"If it feels wrong, don't do it. But you should make sure that you're sure that it feels wrong, and that it's not that you think it should feel wrong."
 
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Yeah. The tea thing. It makes me doubt he is really a Brit. But he always spells 'color' with a 'u' and even uses 'mate' instead of 'buddy'... I dunno. It's just not very conclusive.
When did I ever call anyone 'mate'?
Maybe he'll surprise us and just skip the entire 'we're fictional!? Every choice we make, every action we take is manufactured!? Maybe Owlman was right after all.' by never addressing it in the first place... Oh wait! That's exactly what OL already did.
You're fictional?
 
"If you looks everywhere for equine puns

'look'

"So what's the place the ponies come from called? Ponyland?" She watches my face. "No."

Our planet is called 'Dirt', so we can't exactly judge.

your role of society."

'role in'

"I don't think my role in society is defined by shooting arrows at stars."

But you did help a society by shooting an arrow at a star.

"We don't question Pinkie Pie. Bad things happen."

Wise.

Artemis opens her mouth to ask how a creature as physically specialised for flat countryside as a pony climbed up on top of an object with minimal handholds, much less how a creature as broad as a pony managed to lounge on the top of it without either of the other people in the room noticing.

Red Tornado Abridged: Because magic you fucking potato.

she'd probably be served just as well to fire a magic energy bolt instead.

Given her special talent is with arrows that may not be the case.
 
"And I already know you're right, and I already know it's a great offer. It just feels wrong, you know?"

"If it feels wrong, don't do it. But you should make sure that you're sure that it feels wrong, and that it's not that you think it should feel wrong."

Loving the way these two communicate so well now. It only took, what, 2 thousand years?
 
"I don't think my role in society is defined by shooting arrows at stars."

I dunno. Sounds pretty sensible to me. Have everyone try after graduation from the Pointy Stick Launcher University. If they fail to put out a star then they are probably not a Drow Queen material.

"Is Luna around?"

"No, she's a pony."

Ok, he walked into this one :D

"Given any thought to getting out of high school?"

"Running an empire in the far future doesn't actually mean you know everything they teach you in high school."

Oh come ON! [Thank you Dash] What? You need to finish it the old fashion way? You need to learn valuable life lessons that will serve you well in your 'adult life'? You've led armies and ran an empire for centuries! You've got more life experience than your county does. You don't recognise any of your class mates and you can get any kind of knowledge in a few sessions with G-nomes. Just test out and get on with your life.

"If it feels wrong, don't do it. But you should make sure that you're sure that it feels wrong, and that it's not that you think it should feel wrong."

That's actually a very good advice.

When did I ever call anyone 'mate'?

Either Rob (the Cornwall one) or Constantine. Or both.


God I hope not. It would make for a boring story. And considering that the only person likely to write about me is me it would probably be dropped after a couple of chapters.
 
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26th June 2012
14:14 GMT -7


"Stable?"

Pony-Artemis tests the stability of each of her legs then nods, tossing her head to get her mane out of her face. "Yeah, I think-." She turns her head towards me. "'Stable'? Really?"
Come on, equine-related puns are practically a narrative requirement here. Harmony has quite the odd sense of humour, after all.

"If you looks everywhere for equine puns, you'll find them everywhere. The country's call 'Equestria'."

"What would you call a country full of ponies?"
Oh, honey, don't ask questions like that, you know you're just feeding him a straight line.

"Oh, this isn't the part of the planet ponies come from. As far as I've been able to tell, it's the canines that are the natives."

"So what's the place the ponies come from called? Ponyland?" She watches my face. "No."
Grayven Nodded.

"Like you said, it makes sense." I trot back a step. "You feel up to walking yet?"

"Yeah, I.. guess."
Well, wobbling along like a newborn quadruped. Which she technically is, actually. At any rate, that's certainly going to make quite the first impression.

She turns her head to look along her barrel. Artemis came out of the mirror as a pale green alicorn with a white horn, white-flecked wings and a glowing white mane, which… Lends more credence to the 'long' interpretation of our stay in the future. My own equine appearance doesn't appear to have changed, though I think my 'labour tattoo' might be a little… Sharper.

"A bow and arrow and a star. At least it's easy to interpret."
Magic and Archery. ...You did explain the significance of a Star in Equestrian iconography before you brought her here, right?

"Artemis, that's pony-heresy. Getting your haunch-stamp is supposed to be a huge, life-changing event that defines your role of society."

"I don't think my role in society is defined by shooting arrows at stars."
Hey, it could mean your job will be shooting stars at bad people! That's basically a Vigilante thing, right?

"Have you t-"

Artemis gasps in shock, tries to reorientate on the sound, half-trips and only stays upright by splaying her legs out!

"-ried?"
A Wild Pinkie Pie Appears! Hilarity Ensues!

Pinkie Pie… The Canterlot one, is laying on top of the portal. I'm… Pretty sure that she wasn't there when we came through, there's one door…

"How did you get up there?"
Do not question the Pinkie. That way leads to madness... Just ask Twilight Sparkle about her attempts to make sense of Pinkie Sense.

I raise my right forehoof and gently put it on Artemis's right shoulder.

"We don't question Pinkie Pie. Bad things happen."
Usually to the questioner's sanity. Better to accept it as cartoon logic and preserve what little sanity remains.

"Ah?"

Artemis looks at the pink pony for several moments, then her eyes drop to the sides of the mirror's frame. Then they drift back up to the Canterlot Pinkie. Artemis opens her mouth to ask how a creature as physically specialised for flat countryside as a pony climbed up on top of an object with minimal handholds, much less how a creature as broad as a pony managed to lounge on the top of it without either of the other people in the room noticing.
Yes. You see now?

Then she closes her mouth.

I breathe a sigh of relief. "Sorry, just checking: you are the Canterlot Pinkie, aren't you? I didn't meet all of you."
Have they considered taking different names, I wonder? Maybe different flavours of Pie? Or different comedic traditions...

"Yeperoonie." She falls backwards off the mirror, twisting in the air as she does so to land on her hooves. "Pinkie 'Canterlot' Pie at your service. And I'm not charging at you and shaking your hoof a whole lot because I know you'd fall over, but I'm still really-"

And PCP-. Oh, good grief. Canterpinkie demonstrates her progenitor's casual disregard for personal space by rearing up on her hind legs and grinning right in Artemis's face.
...<facehoof> Oh, gods. Please, don't try to correct her, it will just give you a headache. Also, it's funny.

"-glad to meet you!"

"Ah, nice to meet you too."
I half expected Pinkie to smoush Artemis' cheeks. Might be a bit too much for someone she just met. Maybe next visit.

"So have you shot any stars? You probably shouldn't do that here because then Princess Luna would have to nurse them back to health or maybe make a new one and the night sky wouldn't be quite right until she did and that would make all the astronomers mad at her, but on your side of the mirror the stars aren't the same as they are here so maybe you have?"

"I won't shoot any stars. I don't have any hands."
And she doesn't have the magic skills needed for telekinesis. Also, Luna as maternal carer for the 'stars' of Equestria. What a universe.

Her armour came through as light barding, and her bow and arrow-filled quiver are both still there. But she's right: bows aren't suitable for mouth and hooves, and if she had enough control to notch, draw and loose with magic then she'd probably be served just as well to fire a magic energy bolt instead.

"Huh. Oh yeah, I guess that would be…" Pinkie drops back onto all fours, frowning. "Um, you might not want to stay too long then. Ponies who can't use their special talents can get a bit… Strange."
I don't know, Grayven seemed to be fine with not conquering anything... No, wait, he has been conquering things. Like Luna's reluctance towards romance.

Artemis's eyes flick to me, but my lack of reaction seems to reassure her. Though, actually…

"Are… You and the other Pinkie Pies doing alright in that regard? I mean, you were-"
...Danger, grey pony, danger!

Her expression goes a little rigid.

"-in… The mirror pool…"

"I'mfine!"
Keep a very close eye on her hair... If it goes flat, restrain her immediately, for cupcakes' sake!

"For a.. while."

She twitches. Marvellous. There's a mob of Pinkie Pie clones spread across Equestria all suffering from Cutie Mark Repression Syndrome, which it turns out is a real condition. I mean, now that they can party freely they should be bleeding some of the stress off, but…
I can't imagine it was very fun in there, with only other Pinkies to throw parties for. Was there a rotation worked out for who got to organise each party? :p

Maybe we should keep an eye on them.

"Is Luna around?"
Yes, good idea, make sure the princesses knows about this possible hazard. Maybe put Twilight on it if she has time?

"No, she's a pony."

I snort with amusement, making sure to smile afterwards. That appears to calm her down slightly.
Laughing at her bad jokes. Good way to defuse the Pinkie Pie equivalent of a Vietnam Flashback-level trauma...

"She's in her office. A lot of ponies want to use Sunset's alicornication spell, and she wants to vet them to make sure no crazy ponies get through."

"That seems like a sensible precaution to take. Though I am a little surprised that Sunset agreed to anyone other than her doing the filtering."
Like Sunset has time, in between bouts of doing magical Science!? Besides, I think the person who has personal experience of crazy alicorns is probably going to recognise warning signs better.

"I don't think she agreed, exactly? But since Princess Luna's a princess and Sunset's not in Equestria all that much, that's what's happening."

I… Think I'm going to need to ease Sunset gradually into the knowledge that that's what's happening. Luna's office is… Huh. No, I don't know where it is. Drawing rooms, her apartment, various state rooms, yes, but I haven't seen her actual office.
Well, has she ever been working when you visited? It's quite likely she scheduled the times you turned up to be free. Unless there were times you didn't call ahead, you cad?

"Please lead the way. Ah, slowly. Artemis is still finding her hooves."

It's a bit of an obvious feed line, but-.
Hey, whatever works to take her mind of bad things. Besides, you have a lot of Dad jokes to indulge in, with so many kids now.

"Whenever I'm not sure where my hooves are, I just look at the end of my legs!"

It's not laugh-out-loud funny, but I snort again anyway.
Never change Pinkie... Unless it's for the better.

PCP prances towards the door, and Artemis haltingly follows her. I remember perfectly well how hard it is to adapt, and I know her well enough to know that she doesn't want advice or help. She doesn't want me to draw attention to it.

We head down the corridor, guards giving us a glance but not running and hiding this time. Which is progress. It's night here, so the guards are Luna's people and I see that they're making use of some of Sunset's lighter equipment. I nod approvingly, then turn my head towards Artemis.
Good to see Luna isn't letting her troops stand idle on the equipment front.

"Given any thought to getting out of high school?"

"Running an empire in the far future doesn't actually mean you know everything they teach you in high school."
I agree with Agent Orange in this: She doesn't need school anymore. What they teach in school isn't much use in the real world anyway. When's the last time you saw a school that offered classes in things like 'household financial management' or 'not being a snotty idiot social courtesy'?

"No, it means you learn useful things. You've led armies. There aren't a lot of people on Earth who've done that and have super powers too. Lex would take you on at officer rank, and then the galactic rim is the limit."

"Yeah, but that would mean working for Lex Luthor. And giving up my secret identity. Lex Luthor's not someone I want knowing my home address."
At this point, I'd be amazed if he didn't know it anyway. Remember, there was a short period when the old Light had the League under their thumbs. Who knows what they had Batman reveal to them?

"And putting you in an excellent position to shoot him if he acts up, and… Look, your father's record, your mother's record and Jade's record are public knowledge. It would be more strange if you weren't wearing a costume."

"And I already know you're right, and I already know it's a great offer. It just feels wrong, you know?"
Come on, as if you wouldn't jump at the chance to be in charge of stuff again, instead of being a follower on the Team. Seriously, the things you learned uptime would serve you well in Lex's fleet...

"If it feels wrong, don't do it. But you should make sure that you're sure that it feels wrong, and that it's not that you think it should feel wrong."
A little twisty, but damn good advice. Don't second-guess your instincts. Make sure you aren't feeling that way simply because of Lex's reputation.

Some nice plot points up in the air now. And some good insight into Artemis' state of mind after their little uptime trip. Wonder what her reaction to our favourite dark pony princess will be? At least it's better than watching the Paragon and Hal hauling people out of Castle Revolving...
 
"Yeah, but that would mean working for Lex Luthor. And giving up my secret identity. Lex Luthor's not someone I want knowing my home address."

"And putting you in an excellent position to shoot him if he acts up, and… Look, your father's record, your mother's record and Jade's record are public knowledge. It would be more strange if you weren't wearing a costume."

If she was worried about her secret identity, she shouldn't be using her real name as her hero name.
 

God I hope not. It would make for a boring story. And considering that the only person likely to write about me is me it would probably be dropped after a couple of chapters.

Writing thus, he sat back, satisfied with the post. For a small while he had considered sharing something, perhaps quipping about what a story about him would really be like - but no, he did not need validation. He would settle for being amusingly self-depreciating.

He sighed, leaning back against the rough rock wall of the cape, his satellite connection still strong for the moment. What other choice did he have, really? Tell them the truth? That he was a cat-burglar-slash-ninja-surfer? No, they would never believe him; that had be the reaction of his ex, before Agent Blue got to her. He still missed her to this day, and he would not risk bringing harm to anyone else even indirectly by drawing attention to himself. The last thing he needed was for one of the others to find his little online refuge.

It was still little moments like this that kept him sane, trawling for fiction and casual conversation. He didn't have time for nearly enough these days.

Not with the solstice approaching.
 
!!!

How the hell did they-

Was I sold out? Did they finally track me down?

... No. No, the poster described me as a 'surfer' as well. They are obviously going on fragmentary information and just extrapolating.

Still. Maybe I should move. I stayed here too long anyway. Grew too secure after full three days of no attacks... This is a wake up call.
 
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"We don't question Pinkie Pie. Bad things happen."
Not often we see Grayven being so cowardly and submissive.
Eldritch secrets are for dissecting, not running away from.

A lot of ponies want to use Sunset's alicornication spell
On the one hand, clearly they are smarter than humans who seem almost universally reluctant to get upgrades.
On the other hoof, I must wonder how many are actually capable of casting the spell. And how catastrophic the first screw-up will be.

Lex would take you on at officer rank
Why? She knows jack all about fleets or space combat. Little about commanding humans. Her preferred tech is a pointy stick launcher, not the computer interface of a warship.
Might do it as a publicity thing I suppose but her skills and experience aren't really what he is looking for.
 
Why? She knows jack all about fleets or space combat. Little about commanding humans. Her preferred tech is a pointy stick launcher, not the computer interface of a warship.
Might do it as a publicity thing I suppose but her skills and experience aren't really what he is looking for.

Ground troops? Or rather, boarding parties?

Also, "Haunch-stamp". I'll remember this one.
 
On the one hand, clearly they are smarter than humans who seem almost universally reluctant to get upgrades.
On the other hoof, I must wonder how many are actually capable of casting the spell.
Very few.
And how catastrophic the first screw-up will be.
Mostly it just wouldn't work.
Why? She knows jack all about fleets or space combat. Little about commanding humans. Her preferred tech is a pointy stick launcher, not the computer interface of a warship.
Might do it as a publicity thing I suppose but her skills and experience aren't really what he is looking for.
Right, but who exactly on Earth does have space experience? And who expects 2nd Lieutenants to actually know anything?
 
Weren't they training Black Manta to be able to handle space fleets?

Alternately, it's weird to think that Artemis is now older than Wonder Woman. Well, so's Renegade, too. I think I'd love to see Grayven have a conversation with WW where he he either goes all Nox, and say "The young do not always listen..." or just pats her on the head like a child.
 
On the one hand, clearly they are smarter than humans who seem almost universally reluctant to get upgrades.

There are humans who want upgrades, there are just not that many and as far as we know most ponies may also be reluctant to do it and the ones that are willing to get them are a small minority.

Why? She knows jack all about fleets or space combat. Little about commanding humans. Her preferred tech is a pointy stick launcher, not the computer interface of a warship.
Might do it as a publicity thing I suppose but her skills and experience aren't really what he is looking for.

There aren't really any humans on Earth that have experience in space combat.

She has at least centuries worth of experience in commanding people.

She can just take some classes in the subject she's rusty in and then she'll be ready.
 
Oh come ON! [Thank you Dash] What? You need to finish it the old fashion way? You need to learn valuable life lessons that will serve you well in your 'adult life'? You've led armies and ran an empire for centuries! You've got more life experience than your county does. You don't recognise any of your class mates and you can get any kind of knowledge in a few sessions with G-nomes. Just test out and get on with your life.
On the other hand it's a great re-acclimatization tool.
 
Has Artemis stopped her relationship with Tao because of the sudden disparity in their life experience? He's been fairly militarized so he might understand her better than most. I'm not sure if he's similarly immortal/ageless as New Gods though, since his divine Awakening wasn't a New God-affiliated process (I haven't read anything about the original comics version).
 
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Why? She knows jack all about fleets or space combat. Little about commanding humans. Her preferred tech is a pointy stick launcher, not the computer interface of a warship.
Might do it as a publicity thing I suppose but her skills and experience aren't really what he is looking for.

Lex made an offer to Arsenal who's preferred tech was also a pointy stick launcher and he had significantly less life experience.
 

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