27th October 2012
19:06 GMT
Twenty percent.
The durlan's doing
something inside me, and it feels like a combination of stomach ache and a chesty cough. But it's not radion, and my armour is fortifying my entire body, not just my outer surface. I
think it's realising that it's on to a loser there, but my shield-bubble prevents it escaping fast enough to evade me.
In the distance I see an
orange glow surround the damaged space elevator as the Lanterns on duty move to prevent a catastrophe. Good lads.
"
Gunna cut 'n gut yah!"
Ah, his vocal cords have regrown. Two Lanterns-.
"
Not blades, ladies. Don't pierce the skin. Blunt and burning weapons only."
They
go to
work with a
mace and a
maser. Nice to see that they're making use of those adult education seminars.
"Koriand'r, do you have any use for a velorpian Construct-Lantern?"
She shakes her head vehemently. "I will
not use my ring to enslave another being."
"Fair enough. I'm stuck here until I've
finished with this-"
Thirty percent.
"-durlan, but as far as I can tell I'm being targetted for elimination by both the New Gods of New Genesis-"
I
smile as a
magnet construct tears away Vykin's ferrofluid and the other Lanterns start
clamping chain constructs on his extremities.
"-and… These people."
I
scan the velorpian in detail, trying to-. Oh,
that's interesting. There's some sort of…
Thing embedded in his chest. Reads a little like a power ring, only… Not. It's purple? That doesn't correspond to-.
"You with the mace? There's an object in his stomach. Please remove it while spilling as little fluid as possible."
The tamaranean woman nods her hair. "Yes,
Lord-" A strike to the back to the neck cracks the velorpian's spine and paralyses him for at least a few seconds. "-Grayven."
She generates an
auto-chirurgeon construct,
all whirring drills and flensing blades, and presses it to his abdomen. At least it's quiet.
"Princess." The leader of the squad handling Vykin
floats closer, the
chain running from his bracer to the
construct collar around Vykin's neck pulling the New God closer. "What should we do with our prisoners?"
She considers for a moment. "Are these your people, Grayven?"
"Same species, different culture. I've met Vykin before, but the rest are new."
Lightray laughs as he rapidly evades the squad sent after him, completely missing the destroyers descending through the atmosphere with their flak turrets pointing
downwards. The Lanterns
back off and
raise barriers as the ships fire and Lightray falls burning from the sky.
Hm.
Forty percent.
In the air and on the ground around the Central Power Battery building I see the same scene repeated: two factions being pinned down by Orange Lanterns.
"Vykin, did my brother put you up to this?"
"We do not need orders from Orion to know that evil must be opposed."
I look down at his waist. Yes, there it is. "Koriand'r, could you please take that device on his hip and pass it to me?"
She spots the Mother Box, blinks, glances down at my own Mother Box, then
sends out a grapple construct to pull it from his harness.
Ping.
"Well, then you should have thought of that before coming here." I-.
Bluergh!
GuH!
Ugh.
I think that's all of the durlan finally out of me. It appears to be trying to bring itself back together into a corporeal whole just in front of me. Maybe it wants to communicate? I certainly feel better for having it out of me.
I dismiss the bubble shield and
grab Vykin's Mother Box, attaching it to my belt. Now, how to-?
"Lord Grayven!" The Lantern working away at the velorpian pulls her construct free,
a small black disk in her construct forceps. "I have it!"
"Oh, that
is interesting. Pass it here?"
She throws it to me and I catch it in my right hand. "Sinestro, is this what I think it is?"
"I can't feel any particular emotional resonance."
"It seems that I've done something to earn the ire of the Green Lantern
Corpse, the Guardians' team of black operations assassins. Which makes
you-"
The durlan in front of me is shifting back into their blank humanoid mode, and clutching his head as
he tries and fails to fight my influence.
Fifty percent.
"-
Von Daggle."
He glows purple for an instant,
but my orange swiftly overpowers it.
"Let's see how this goes. Vykin's Mother Box, connect me to Highfather Izaya the Inheritor."
Ping?
"
Yes, really."
Ping.
There's a moment of delay, then a large translucent image of his head appears in the air above us.
"Grayven of Apokolips."
"Highfather. Do these people belong to you?"
The floating head looks around, and I think I see him sigh. "They are of New Genesis."
"Did you send them after me?"
"I did not. But they are my people, and I will bear the burden of their actions. What do you want in exchange for their lives?"
"You can owe me."
"I.. see. And what surety do you want?"
"None. You can take them back in a few minutes. You seem like the trustworthy sort." I turn my head away from the apparition and smile at Vykin, who looks crushed at his failure. "What a nice man. You hear that? You'll be heading home shortly. Now."
Sixty percent.
Von Daggle collapses in the air.
"Ring,
contact the Guardians."
"By your command."
The delay is longer, but after a moment the head of a Guardian
appears over my ring.
"Apokoliptian. What do you want?"
"You just tried to murder me. I have what's left of your 'Corpse' as my prisoners, and I was wondering-."
"No such organisation exists. Do not contact us like this again."
The head vanishes, and I shrug at Von Daggle.
"Bad news for you, chum. But I guess they wouldn't be deniable operations if they weren't deniable.
Finish the assimilation."
"By your command."