23rd July 2013
09:25 GMT
"I appreciate that it's only a palliative, but it should hold off the symptoms of the disease until you can come up with something better.
"
Aarden nods as he takes hold of it. "
Thank you, Lantern, Arsenal. Without you, my people would be dead or dying."
Arsenal nods, looking away from the earnest New God slightly bashfully. "No problem. We don't exactly follow the Prime Directive."
Aarden looks at him blankly, then shakes his head. "I have no idea what that is. Did you really violate your people's most fundamental laws to aid us? Are you an outcast now?"
"Ah, no, sorry. It's a-. Sorry."
Aarden moves his gaze from Roy to me in the hopes of an explanation.
"Few members of my species leave our homeworld. 'Prime Directive' is a reference to popular fiction, in which the United Federation of Planets has a very strict policy of not intervening in the cultures of non-members. We -on the other hand- are free to intervene as we like.
"
He nods. "For which we are all grateful. Are you the Lantern assigned to this Sector?"
"No, the Orange Lantern Corps does not currently have a Lantern assigned to this Sector.
"
"Then..?"
"Darkseid Anti-Lifed our homeworld. We-.
"
His face falls. "Then you have my deepest condolences."
"No, it's fine, we got rid of it, but it looks like someone is messing around with the abandoned New God technology-
" He looks a little blank.
"-and we wanted to check that you haven't had any disappearances.
"
He shakes his head. "I don't
think so. I have been more worried about the dying than whether someone had vanished."
I nod.
"Please check. And we should probably look around the area anyway, in case someone fell ill while they were out hunting.
"
He nods. "We sent people out, but by the time we realised how serious it was, we were all feeling the effects."
"And please remember that we've treated the symptoms. We haven't cured the underlying-
" Roy realises something and reaches for his utility pouches.
"-condition.
"
Roy pulls out a healing potion and holds it up. "Would this work?"
Huh. The alchemy involved doesn't
just heal injuries, but encourages the proper function of the body through magic. New God are highly resistant to disease by default, so…
I shrug, looking at Aarden.
"It's a healing potion. It was designed for my species, but the magic involved should work on yours perfectly well. It doesn't cure disease but it might boost your immune system to the point that you can overcome it yourself.
"
He nods. "What is the chance that you are mistaken?"
"I-.
" I frown.
"Arsenal, as far as you know, has Canis ever used one of those?
"
Roy shrugs. "I don't really spend much time with him. Hey, can this disease affect us?"
"Your armour's C.B.R.N. resistant and I've got an environmental shield. And since we're not New Gods, I
should just be able to remove the disease from our bodies if we
do get infected.
"
Aarden looks confused. "Why not use your ring on us?"
"Your metaphysical presence interferes with construct formation. There's probably some… Horrible torture device from your ancient history that would weaken your resilience to the point where I could, but I've got no idea what it would be called or where to find it.
"
Aarden shakes his head. "We don't torture people here. If you want that sort of
machinery, you'd need to visit Supertown."
"Or Apokolips, presumably.
"
"The last time Apokolips attacked us, it was with an army of soldiers riding on dogs." I wince inwardly on Canis's behalf. "Before that, giant insectoid monsters. Their descendants still live here, though they've calmed down a lot. Neither are diseases. You are right when you say that we are resistant to them; Apokolips undoubtably
has disease weapons, but I have never heard of them being used against New Gods."
I nod.
"I have no records of other New Gods using our healing potions. It
shouldn't cause an adverse reaction, but I can't
promise that.
"
He nods, taking the vial from Roy. "Do you have more?"
"I have enough for twenty doses stored in subspace. Arsenal?
"
"Five more."
Aarden nods, and downs the potion. He then blinks in surprise. "I was expecting it to taste worse."
Roy nods. "The guy who made it had a bad experience with bad-tasting medicine. He didn't want anyone associating
him with that sort of flavor."
"I can understand his… Huh."
"Problem?
"
"I can feel it innervating me. Our medicine works in the same way."
"Huh. Would you mind if I took some samples back? Kid Flash would love to analyse them.
"
"Of course! That's the least we can do! But I will warn you now: our plants seldom grow well on other worlds."
I nod.
"I'll pass that on.
" I turn to Roy.
"Arsenal, please join the search parties. And keep an eye on the people with you. We don't know how this disease responds to repeated purple healing ray exposure.
"
"You think we might be healing the
disease?"
"It doesn't work like that with Earth diseases, but this infected New Gods. I don't know for certain. Keep an eye out.
"
He nods. "Right. What are you doing?"
I wave my hands, a construct laboratory bench appearing.
"I'm going to be trying to analyse the disease directly. If it's on a database somewhere, then I can fabricate a cure. If not… Then I can send a message to Earth and see if anyone has a better idea.
"
He nods. "What about Supertown?"
We look at Aarden, who shifts uncomfortably. "I agree that they have no reason to use an artificial disease on us. But they are one of the few who
could." He shakes his head. "I do not want to involve them until we have no choice."
"Then that's what we do.
"