The Council wasn't quite willing to flat out override a Prelate on internal law at this stage, but the travel restriction was struck down almost immediately. Where things will be tomorrow, once they've had time to accept that their entire civilisation is built on a bedrock of lies, I don't know. J'emm's stock -and that of the rest of the liberal wing- has shot up, but with his argument 'won' they've still got to decide between federalist and unitarian government structures. I have no idea what his view on that is, and as long as no one's suffering who doesn't want to I don't particularly care.
After all, you're getting what you
want. The fact that it benefits all Martians is just a feel-good bonus. I mean, this was building for some time... Better that it pass peacefully than have a popular uprising break out...
The Martians on foot are visible now, and the fact that the surface is technically liveable means that they could make the trek on foot if they had to. Fortunately they don't; the cities that have agreed to receive them are sending Manhunter ships and White advocacy groups are sending civilian transports. And I'm here with a L.E.G.I.O.N. transport in that hope that-
"Heehahaha!"
Looks like some of them are very happy about things. I'm impressed that they're so determined to leave that they'll walk.. or at least fly at low altitude.. across the surface.
-Mr. B'lanx found some volunteers.
Ring? Yes, that is him, in a humanish shape and having to gasp for breath. He lands unsteadily in front of my and claps his right hand on my pauldron.
This must feel like all his birthdays have come at once, and he's getting all the presents ever.

Or just one
big present that he's wanted his whole life.
"You exceeded my wildest expectations! Karmang was White!"
"So it appears."
Until he makes an appearance for real, no-one will know for sure. But I don't see him waiting long. Not now. Can you imagine the
shock running through the ranks of the Hyperclan?
"Their entire civil order is in ruins! Is this how you handle everything?!"
"N-."
Be honest, OL.
How many times have you left a system you find undesirable intact upon leaving?
…
"Not everything. And it's not usually this fast."
This might well be a new record for you, OL. Just
hours to reveal the truth behind a systemic racial caste system, with what boils down to
three words.
"The Hyperclan couldn't destroy them this fast." He backs up slightly, nodding confidently. "I and many of my brethren will join you in the service of L.E.G.I.O.N.."
"You sure? You don't want to oversee things here? The White revolution isn't over yet."
To be fair, he probably just
wants to be away from
that place. I doubt he has any pleasant memories of his home town, and the Whites seem to be able to handle themselves from here.
"Yes, I am sure. The shift in the world-mind is undeniable. Even the Reds don't believe their lies any longer, and we all know it." He straightens slightly, then turns back to watch as a small number of Green Martians emerge from the city and float towards the oncoming Manhunter transports. "And the Greens have their eyes opened as well."
"Not all cities are as bad as-."
Good to see he at least recognises that the Greens weren't as monolithically racist as some might have thought. I hope...
"I know. But this is the purist form of what happens all across Mars, and even the Greens don't like it. Not when they're confronted with it. I wish to join L.E.G.I.O.N. for the reasons you said; to secure our future by force of arms if necessary, and to build a future by our own efforts. I still want a power ring, but I can earn that by my own efforts if no one is stopping me in the name of a fake idol."
I nod. "Alright, well, if you could lead everyone who feels the same way-."
And if he comes home to a Mars that's in much better shape than he left it, then all the better. But if it isn't, of course he wants to be prepared.
"In that ship?"
He gestures to the crowd behind him who aren't moving towards the Manhunter ships. It's continuing to grow as more Whites leave the city behind him.
...Okay, wow. I think he might have been more successful with his recruitment drive than he thought.
"You'll need something bigger."
"We can do shuttle runs. We'll be sending you to Earth for a little while to get used to alien thoughts before transporting you to Maltus, but our first stop is Colu."
A bit hard to follow... They're off to Earth first for acclimatisation and training,
then to Colu for their first operation? And then to Maltus to join L.E.G.I.O.N properly? Or Earth first, then Maltus for training, then Colu for the first job?
He freezes, his eyes lighting up for a moment. Then he and about two hundred other Martians fly up towards the transport ship.
J'emm walks over to me as they leave.
Even that many will be useful for the operations against the Computer Tyrants... The fact that he has so many more is going to be gravy.
"I had hoped to talk to him. I wanted him to see in my mind that I truly believe in equality."
"I.. don't.. think he's going to want to talk to Red Martians for a little while. Can I assume that you don't need me in order to keep things going here?"
Because OL is going to be quite busy for the next few days, playing FTL tugboat?
"You have what you want. And I do too, if not… Not in the manner I wanted."
"Is this a problem for you?"
...OL, he's just had the foundation of his entire religious system shaken like a 9.5 earthquake. And he's not the only one. Can you imagine what J'onn and M'gann will say when
they hear this?
"Karmang was revered by-. Not all, clearly. But I held him as an example on… How I should live my life."
"What, and you can't do that because he's White? That stuff about colour not determining your life doesn't just apply to Whites, you know. You can take White, Greens… Heck, if you find a Yellow Martian you admire you can try emulating them."
Before anyone comments on his terrorist backing... <looks at thread> Ah, too late. At any rate, I doubt anyone believes that the Karmang the Hyperclan mentioned is the real deal. Until he shows himself publicly, that fact will be up in the air.
"Perhaps I have a great deal to… Unthink."
"I've got a friend who's going through something similar. If you want to talk to her-."
That would be Angelika, yes? I suppose they have
something in common, at least.
**Why are you here?**
"Let me deal with that first and then come back to you."
That must have been one
loud broadcast for OL to pick it up this far away...
I fly past the White Martians making their way into the ship via the embarkation ramps, searching for-.
Oh. Right.
Let me guess, B'enn B'lanx having
opinions about future workmates?
Even with everything going on, J'emm was kind enough to put the word out and a small group of telepathic specialists agreed to join me in order to help the Coluans. Naturally, being allowed to rise to the top of their fields, they're Red. Well, five out of six are Red, the sixth being Green. Mr. B'lanx's posture suggests that he's less than impressed with their presence.

Ooooh,
awkward...
I land a short distance away. The posture of the specialists is studiously neutral. I doubt that they'll be joining up after this, but… Maybe they'll ask for a trip to Earth.
"Problem?"
...Understated as ever, OL...
"You were hiring Whites."
"And I want you to perform a delicate telepathic transfer. Do you have the training or experience to do that?"
Or did you expect to just go in like a sledgehammer?
"You told us that we would be taught."
"Yes? And where did you expect me to find someone intimately familiar with the capacities of Martian telepaths?"
"Anywhere else."
Boy, this is going to be a
problem, isn't it?
"Mr B'lanx, let me be clear. You have accepted my offer of employment. This means that you work for me. Since you're still in the cooling off period and since we're still on Mars, you are free to leave. But if you don't, that means that you will be working with who I tell you to work with, on the tasks to which I assign you."
He glowers with glowing eyes.
You have to admit, Martians faces are
definitely made for scowling.
Looks like his
desire for more power overrides his
anger.. for now.
**I am no happier about this than you are.** The senior specialist steps forward. **It is difficult enough to teach complete neophytes, worse when lives are at risk. But I will direct you far better than-.**
"I'm sorry, my question wasn't rhetorical. My colleague Henry King has substantial experience with Martian telepathy, and I'm making Adam Blake the project lead. I will be expecting you to defer to them. Again, if you can't agree to those terms you are of course free to leave."
At least B'enn gets to see that the Reds won't be getting preferential treatment... Also, that Red sounds like an asshole, this could get more awkward...
No response, though Mr. B'lanx's posture is less aggressive.
"If there are no takers? Captain, please take us up."
Looks like B'enn will get to experience some vicarious revenge through seeing the Reds
not having their asses kissed.