Radioactive ash and a plethora of toxic chemicals fill the once-breathable atmosphere. I can hear rumbles of thunder as ion lightning leaps between layers of mutually antagonistic chemicals, but I can't see the lightning itself because the pea soup is just too thick. If whatever did this isn't ongoing at least some of this should have settled out by now. If there were any of the native species left I'd toss a couple of power rings at them so they could start fixing it, but as far as I can tell there aren't.
...I don't see either Grayven being this...
Wasteful.
"I'm not really sure. I don't think so. I've got most of his memories… Reasonably well integrated, and I think I'd remember doing something like this."
"You said you got messed up after you tried coping with Vandal Savage's memories."
Only because of the sheer
vastness of the memories of someone 50,000 years old. Even if a lot of it was just walking places, fighting people, eating food or bedding women, that's a hell of a
lot of time.
"I did, and I barely retain any of it, but this is different. Other Grayven's memories were… Formatted to someone who thinks like I do. I might forget things, or not immediately call them to mind, but I shouldn't just… Blank on something." Just Give Up.
"I don't… Feel anything."
Hmm... Telling her to drop it via Godspeech, making it an order from mentor to student? Bit rude.
"Me neither, but all the other sites had at least something."
Wrecks, small abandoned New God outposts from the last big war, and one warren inhabited by a bioengineered insectoid weapon species that positively reeked of Apokolips. My guess is that he acquired the Absolute Dominion and the parts needed to repair it by going down the list and eventually getting lucky. But this place… Couldn't detect anything from orbit.
So, Apokalips laid a
hellacious smackdown on this planet... Wonder what they
did to earn that?
"What could do this?"
"Orbital bombardment heavy enough to breach the mantle over a large area. That would provide a source of heat, and… Depending on the elements involved, the chemicals and radiologicals. There are pure spite weapons that could do this temporarily, and… You could make some sort of foul terraforming engine to do this directly."
True enough. After all, most
fictional terraforming methods and devices generally don't treat any existing biosphere
nicely. Even realistic scientific theories aren't too subtle about it.
"Should we look for it? Can't be that hard to shut it down. Then we might actually be able to see where we're going."
I shake my head.
What would be the point? This place is a burnt cinder.
"Doesn't feel right. All the other sites were dead. No one's going to abandon a machine like that in case younger species get ideas above their station." I shake my head. "Mass ecological vandalism isn't my speciality. He and I are both too inclined towards efficiency. Even that ridiculous harvest snake the Citizenry used is more efficient than this."
"Sometimes it's just about sending a message."
...This sounds like a bit more than a
message.
"How do you send a message when there's no one to hear it?" I shake my head. "No, don't answer that. It could be. It just doesn't feel right. This is something Apokolips might do to a site of symbolic importance… A holy world or something. But this wasn't."
I hold up my left hand.
...Or they were trying to
hide something? Turning a planet into a deathworld would make
most species take one look at it and move on.
"Kara Zor-El, found anything?"
"Yes. You are standing on compressed ash. The original surface of the planet is two hundred metres below you. Below that is a structure containing non-native elements."
Verrrry interesting.
So either shielded from Maltusian tech, or not
distinct enough to register as different.
"Kara, are you sure about that? Neither my ring or the Absolute Dominion's sensors are showing anything."
"Kryptonian sensors are superior. And less well known to the New Gods."
Easy on the arrogance, girl. Leave
that shit to the Renegade.
I'm not sure about the first, but the second is certainly true. There are limits to what sensor masking can achieve when you can work on the level of detail that we can. The ability to absorb electromagnetic radiation and heat doesn't mean all that much when you're scanning for changes in molecular density. Heck, even for advanced civilisations dummying ultrasound scans is a pain. Interfering with the returns is simply, but disguising that something interfered with them is hard.
So whatever set this up knew their shit about concealing things.
But New God technology is designed to interface with the soul, and there are ways to convince it to lie to the user. And power rings have no particular ability to bypass magic. Brute force backed by a strong soul, on the other hand…
I float a little way into the air and generate a huge excavator construct, force generating rings tearing into the ground and dragging out a continuous column of material. Initially all I see is the same dark ash that we're standing on, then after a few moments it changes to dull grey bedrock.
Large-scale industrial machinery. Got to love Power Rings.
Then there's a hole.
I toss the column aside, letting it fall to the ground with a crash and plume of ash. Down there… No, still not picking up anything of significance. Still, if Kara's wrong then I've only wasted a few minutes.
And with little to no travel time, thanks to Boom Tubes, a few minutes is no big deal.
I turn to Artemis. "Ladies f-?"
She looses her arrow and vanishes as it disappears into the pit. I stride over thin air, looking down for a moment as I dismiss my construct, and then drop.
Heh. Teleporting to the point of impact?
There's a clever way of getting around.
I fall a kilometre in a few seconds before increasing power to my aero discs and reducing speed to a rate less likely to crush Artemis to death if I land on her. I should probably feel some sort of danger here… Not because a fall like this is actually a threat to me, but some… Residual squishy human instinct? But, no. All I feel is mild curiosity. And it is mild, as I don't really expect anything outstanding, just something slightly better hidden.
I guess that between Magic Horse Land and Bondage Elf Land, a mere hole in the ground containing the secrets of the gods doesn't really-.
I suppose feeling jaded is a
common feeling amongst Pauls in this situation.
"Are you really ennuing?"
I shrug my right shoulder as I reach the bottom of the hole.
Well, after
however many hundreds of years, of course she'd know him well enough to notice...
"Maybe a bit. Aren't you?"
"I did an off the cuff speech about global economic integration in civics class last week. Think I'm getting a 'A'."
Still trying to live a normal life, then? I guess she needs that mundanity to avoid losing
all her humanity.
"Not an A P-?"
"Not an A Plus because the question was about forest management."
...So, just a
bit off-topic.
"But you can't just ask about forest management, because it's affected by temperature, rain ph-."
"And a loada other things that don't relate to just one country, which is why I'm getting an A and a place on the FBI's watch list."
...
Quite a bit off-topic, then.
I flash her a frown as she examines the bottom of the hole. "You weren't there already? Disappointing."
"It's a different list." Tracking the Prey.
It's not the League's shit-list, is it? I'm guessing she's more or less quit the Team by now.
"So what have we got?"
"Looks like New God armour, but I can't feel it. You getting anything?"
An armour plate the size of a country? isolated location, or is the entire
planet plated like this, I wonder?
Hm. Master Of All I Survey.
…
"Not a dickybird. I'll-."
Ah, Renegade, you and your
silly British slang.
She splutters with laughter. "What?"
"What? Dickyb-? Anything. Like, not even a small bird?"
An actual
slang word, yes. And very old-fashioned, I gather.
"That's a word?"
I stare at her. "How have you known me for this long-" I draw my sword and stab it into the armoured plate. "-and not heard me say it?"
And laughing at it because it has 'dick' in it? You're a
bit older than twelve, missie.
"You've never said it."
I frown. "I must have-."
To be fair, the British have a crazy large amount of
slang terms, many
not in common circulation. And that doesn't even begin to cover subcultures.
"You haven't." I shove downwards with my daiklave , but I don't quite punch through. "Want a hand?"
I shake my head, traversing the blade to slowly cut a plug out. "Just jump through with a beacon when I've made a hole. This is a little more effort than they made at the other sites. Maybe this will be interesting."
If this is New God tech, it
might take a lot more than poking at it with a pinprick of a sword. And it'll more than likely take action against you once you're inside...