I've come upon an underground lake with a city built into the walls around it.
It doesn't look to be in good shape, though. The buildings are intact but I can clearly see things are a mess. There's debris and crap strewn along the bridges and ledges serving as the 'roads'. I'm seeing bodies too. Looks like some kind of civilized mantid-spider combination of several various types but there's humanoids with black skin as well. None of them have any hair anywhere.
See, when you said 'mantid' I immediately thought of the Thranx. It's an easy comparison. As for the city? Looks like shit went down...
Time to see what's going on here, I think. I snap forward out over the water and have the ring navigate my way to the first one, deciding I can fix any damage later and opting for forming a sphere around myself, shrinking it down and using it to disintegrate my way through the walls towards my target. When I burst through into the corridor I'm confronted by more of the mantids but they're covered in some kind of crystal which is glowing faintly with a yellowish-green light. It's almost sickly-looking.
Crud. Magical crystalline fungus. Safe bet the Dwarves above will definitely want to brick up the gallery and collapse it.
Large sections of their brains have been consumed and replaced by silicon matrices.
Fuck. Living zombies. The worst kind.
If I don't have scans of living, baseline members of their species I can't restore their brains but even if I did there's so much of them being autopiloted now that they're basically a husk. Whatever this crystal is, it's spreading filaments through them like-
Like Cordyceps. Ugh and now I'm remembering those ants.
Oh, that just makes it
so much worse...
"We must retake the city."
"Yeah, look, that's probably not going to happen. Not with little flakes of that stuff all over the place. I'm going to get your people out, then recommend they collapse this tunnel and then maybe brick it up a few times."
Maybe after tossing a bundle of lit firebombs in. Ainsley can make
that much easier. Assuming fire doesn't make the crystals grow
faster...
Can you remove the silicon lattice without killing them?
Yes. Baselines provided by the previous subjects allow for body repairs.
Bonus! At least some of the infected can be reclaimed...
I'm sitting on a small ledge just outside the dwarven city while the humanoids - actual humans as it turns out, altered by magic to be able to see down there - are blinking in the bright light. I needed a break, negotiating with the dwarves is proving a bit tiresome. It's like dealing with a salesman, only it's all of them. Having spent half the day underground I decided I needed to get out of there for a bit.
The mantids are being... well, not exactly excited or anything, but for a culture who just experienced what is essentially a genocide they're handling it pretty well. This is the closest they've been to the surface in a long time and it's making some of them a little twitchy but once the dwarves agreed to lend them a hall and they were allowed to turn out most of the torches they were happy enough. Right now the eldest of them is inside working out trade skills with the dwarves. Something about weaving.
Yeah, I can see the dwarves not being that good at textile work. Yes, it's stereotypical, but there's only so many archetypes to go around...
Alert. Fear detected.
Hm? WheARGHBELGHEBLGHE!
I'm flying off the ledge! Correcting my trajectory I spin in midair. Ring, target lock. The yellow lightsmith is hovering just above where I was, holding...
Welp, time for a crash-course in ring combat. Unfortunately, you're gonna be taking some lumps...
Tearing through the air towards him I form construct armor and melee weapons, swinging an axe at him as I charge! He simply leans out of it, dodging it and forming a gun, prompting me to put up a shield between us. When he fires it the shield collapses - ow - and the shot knocks me flying backwards.
"Well, at least you're willing to fight back. Not that you're any good at it."
Which begs the question of how he got so good... Sounds like Ainsley is not the
first lightsmith he's fought.
No. This needs to be gone.
The destructive pulse tears through the construct, making the yellow guy raise his eyebrows. "That was almost good. Not quite enough to actually reach me, but you get points for trying."
"Oh, you're approaching me?"
"I can't kick your ass otherwise."
"Mmm, no. This has been amusing but beating the shit out of you only helps me so far. Stop fighting or I stop ignoring your little friend here."
"What did you do to her?" For a second my anger gets the better of me, my ring flickering.
"Ah ah ah. Letting your anger get the best of you? Tch, if I wanted to kill you, you'd already be dead. Pathetic. Pull yourself out of that fucking hole, you're coming with me."
Oof. That's just embarrassing. Not a great showing for his first time against another ring-wielder. Completely
understandable, but still...
He vanishes in a transition. Hm, there's a faint yellow line for half a second after he does that. Getting up I move over to Elise and subspace the charge on her back, grimacing. It dug hooks into her skin so I repair the damage and tap her cheek. "Elise, wake up. C'mon."
She slowly comes around, opening her eyes and now I have a ferret enveloping me. "Ainsley! OhthankthegodsI'msogladtoseeyou."
Any
other time, this'd be nice. But under these circumstances...
"I don't know! He just... showed up back at Durjak and... he..." She shudders, making her fur ripple. "He m-made me relive things. Stuff I'd tried to forget. I think he just wanted me to be afraid."
"It makes his constructs stronger."
"He's evil, Ainsley. Where are we?"
Evil is relative.
Very few people believe they're the villain of their own story. At least he didn't do anything
physical to her. Not that it excuses his behaviour, though.
Whoever this guy is, he's on my shitlist now.
Yours' and many of the readers', Ainsley... Which is a sign of good writing, making us care about the characters.
Although this room appears to be made of mundane metals, scans do not extend past them. Probable arcane interference.
Ugh. Of course he made the room out of arcane metal. It's exactly the kind of thing I might do if I wanted to stick somebody where I wanted to keep them.
Because of course he would. Why allow an opponent any advantage?
She frowns. "He kind of does? But when I thought that I just chalked it up to all humans kind of looking the same to me sometimes. I can tell the difference between like, somebody from africa as opposed to someone from the American Empire or the United States of Europe but unless I know the person really well..." She shakes her head.
"You'd have trouble picking me apart from someone else?"
Interesting names (
Though Africa should be capitalised.) On the other hand, I doubt a lot of humans from her world could tell the difference between genkits descended from a particular species or breed. So fair's fair.
"Heh. 'For now we see in a mirror, darkly, but then face to face. Now I know in part, but then I shall know just as I also am known.'"
"What's that from?"
"Christian bible, Corinthians 13:12. Jesus not a thing on your world?"
A well-read lady.
"Hm." She's looking thoughtful, pacing slowly. "Let's assume he's listening to everything we say. It wouldn't be smart to discuss any plan against him in that case. We'll have to wing it. Can you fabricate me a weapon?"
"Yeah, but its not going to help against him."
"It's not for him. Something small?"
It doesn't take long. A quick ring-fabrication later and she's got a knife and a grenade. "Good, this is perfect. Think you can keep his attention?"
<Metal Gear Solid theme intensifies.>
I nod slowly and then turn as something clicks and hisses, a part of the wall opening where there was no seam before. Elise turns to look with me but no sign of yellow. "Hmm."
"Hmm indeed."

Yes, this doesn't scream '
trap' at all...
"I want to split up." I give her a what-the-hell look. "No, seriously. I want you to go make a nuisance of yourself. Not enough to really piss him off but enough to make him focus on you."
"Okay. He mentioned a 'green one' earlier, before you woke up. Keep an eye out, would you?"
And Mr Chekov's put his gun on the mantelpiece...
I stop cold. Can you scan them?
Confirmed.
And now I know the layout of the entire base. Oh shit, the ring was right. It's some kind of generator at the center of the asteroid. I have no idea what the hell the Bleed is but whatever it is, it's doing a great job of powering this place. A three petawatt reactor isn't anything to laugh at. It could power Durjak for years.
A Bleed Torsion Generator, most likely? And now Ainsley has the specs.
The wall unfolds in front of me, flipping as a turret appears! A single construct barrier fell pretty hard to Yellow, so lets try ablative barriers instead. A series of them appear in front of me as the turret opens fire with some kind of -
Turret is using a positron beam.
-okay, that. It knocks out the first two barriers while the ring scans it, then I creative a plasma gun construct around the side of the barriers and fire. The turret takes a few hits, a small shield rippling around it before that collapses and it's reduced to smoking slag.
At least he's learning new tricks out of all this.
Damnit. That makes my job a little more difficult. I hope Elise will be alright but I need to do my part so she can do whatever it is she has in mind, so. Ring, fuck up the computer.
Commencing upfuckary.
Oh, this Ring AI has character already.
So many tunnels and so easy to get lost. The only reason she wasn't already was her suits HUD mapping her progress as she went, until Ainsley somehow updated it. Now her map was blue but it had been a dull green before and she sort of liked the change.
Following the utility tunnels was the easy part. When she popped out into a hallway she almost immediately came under weapons fire and had to duck back into them again. She desperately wished she'd asked Ainsley to fabricate her a ranged weapon earlier, but the silly dope went and gave her melee-range stuff instead. She strongly suspected it was because the world they'd found themselves in was a bit like a fantasy novel and he was doing the very human thing of getting stuck on preconceptions. Something to talk to him about later when they're not in enemy territory.
You'll just have to remember your CQC training, Snake Eater...

No, wait, that'd only work if she were a mongoose...
The room she found herself in appeared to be a round chamber, some kind of laboratory. At one end of it was the most sophisticated, hack-and-slash improv engineering job she'd ever seen. It looked like a russian and a mad scientist had a very angry baby and turned it into a platform, wires running throughout the room like vines to every kind of port she could possibly think of. She couldn't even begin to make heads or tails of it, especially considering what it was doing.
In the middle of it, suspended in the air was a man. He appeared to be in the middle of a full-body charge to throw a punch, his clothes tattered and a portion of his midsection simply missing. It appeared to be a desperate last charge, frozen like an insect in a drop of amber.
On his hand was a green ring.
And the gun's back off the mantelpiece. Also:
Ouch.
Looking around she began going over the terminals but they seemed to be offline along with whatever powered most of the stations systems. She turned to look at the platform. If the reactor was offline, that wouldn't be on, so there was clearly power going somewhere. What...? Ah. Ainsley didn't cut the power, he ruined whatever computer system was controlling power distribution and the platform must be connected directly to the reactor. Running that on an independent control system would ensure the platform never ran out of power unless the reactor was destroyed and whatever this bullshit was, it clearly needed a lot of power.
Be a real shame if somebody were to ruin that.
"Gee, that's an awful nice
everything you've got there... Be a shame if something were to happen to it..."
"Oh, that's not good." The man was dying. Fast. Suspended animation? A slice of time held still? No way to guess but whatever it was that had been keeping this guy alive clearly wasn't anymore.
Whoops. Nice job breaking it, hero.
"Take. It. Take the ring. Can't... do it alone. Too strong. But together..." He exhaled slowly.
"Ring, go to her. You're hers now."
"I understand, Engel. I will remember."
The ring flew up from his hand as he closed his eyes and gave it up. She bowed her head,
punching the floor next to her. She
HATED not being able to help,
not even to do first aid,
something. Then she snapped her hand up and grabbed the ring from midair,
jamming it on her finger. The next second she brought her hand up to her head as the ring
slammed her mind with information, triggering an instant headache, like a dentists pick but in her
brain.
And she knew what she had to do.
Oooh, nifty.
Yeah, okay, I suppose I should have seen this coming after the static defenses. If this guy is some kind of other version of me when I should have known I wouldn't be satisfied with a defense system that passive. The turrets are dangerous, no doubt. But they're not that difficult to beat if you're mindful and taking your time because you're not in a rush.
Which is probably why I'm fighting a seemingly endless stream of drones.
Guh, minion master bosses. Such a pain.
Only a minor one. I jink to the left as a drone fires some kind of iridescent beam through the space I was just occupying, a construct blade swinging through it as another fires from the right, forcing me to bring up a shield and then drop down through the air hard and slam into the floor in a three-point superhero landing, buckling the wooden finishing as a third drone fires and catches the drone I was shielding against in the crossfire, allowing me to launch myself off the floor and swing a construct sword upwards through it, then forming four more and turning myself into a blender for a moment as I take out another three drones and miss two more as another six pour into the room.
Interesting beam. Some form of Spectrum energy, or merely something like it? The equivalent of a D&D Prismatic spell, perhaps...
A
construct mech forms around me and I start opening fire with machine gun turrets, firing at the choke point the door represents. I'm definitely tearing them up but I'm not really making any headway, just holding them. Then the drones suddenly stop and I
pull myself hard across the room out of the space I was just occupying, not because there's a present threat but simply because I'd been standing in place for more than three seconds and
there's the reprisal as a
massive construct sandworm mouth tears through the floor where I was to try and swallow me.
"Stilgar, do we have Wormsign?"
"Usul, we have Wormsgin the likes of which
God has never seen!"
He orients on me immediately and forms guns to begin firing at me, forcing me to create ablative shield layers above myself before I can form my own guns to fire back on him. He's bearing down on me while doing it too, increasing his rate of fire while I'm making barriers behind my barriers and pushing forward the breaking layers while moving backwards outside of the station, giving myself a little more room to move.
Good logic. Last thing you want in ring combat is being trapped in a confined space.
And then he's off me, a massive green hand grabbing him and swinging him so hard into the side of the asteroid that I can see the surface buckle and form a small crater. Ouch.
Elise comes flying out of the asteroid, glowing green. Yes! YES! She did it! Now we're getting somewhere!
"Well, look at this! Appears we got here just in the nick of time. What does that make us?"
"Big Damn Heroes, sir."
"Ain't we just."
Synergy detected. Synchronizing.
"Synchronization successful." / "Synchronization successful."
My ring begins to glow furiously and my environmental shield brightens as I feel the surge of hope and determination that I see in Elise as she begins to burn with green light, matching my own incandescent blue light. I feel my mind sharpening, my focus narrowing as the rest of the universe drops away and Yellow becomes the only thing that matters. The rest is just details.
If anyone reading
doesn't know:
Hope and
Will reinforce and strengthen each other
well beyond their individual limits.
The surge of blue light from the lantern to my ring is blinding for half a second, then it's back into my subspace pocket and it's fuckin'
go time. Yellow -
Subject's given name is "Nemesis".
- it tearing through the side of the asteroid next to Elise Crater, trying to flank her but I'm already there, forming barriers and taking defense while Elise takes offense. Each time he tries to attack us with constructs, she focuses on them directly while I work on severing the filaments and cables of light he's using to control them. His fear doesn't touch us and Elise's guns
sing as Nemesis is pushed back, forced back, his offense turning into a controlled retreat as he begins trying to use the terrain of the asteroid to tank shots and dodge better.
Well, he's got a name to go with the punchable face, now (Ainsley hadn't caught it before now, had he?) And Ainsley and Elise make a
damn good team.
The ring compensates for us so we don't get disoriented but the construct barrier itself cracks instantly, the transmuted material between us and the blast scoured away and taking the worst of it. We're launched out into space away from the rock at a speed I can only describe as terrifying, the bubble flaking away as we slow down to admire the cloud of debris that used to be yellows home.
I look over at Elise, who's grinning manically at me, holding up her hand. I can't help but laugh and give her a high five.
"Durjak one, asshole zero. Don't fuck with genkits."
Damn straight!
It passes through his mind almost without thought, like reciting a poem or stanza you practiced a hundred thousand times for four weeks in school as a child and still recall perfectly as an adult decades later. Almost automatic. He knows it's associated with music somehow, despite not being a song unto itself. Or perhaps he lost the tune, or never knew it at all, for some reason.
Nonetheless he keeps thinking it over and over as he watches the blue light wielder and his new green friend. It surprised him how quickly they managed to pass his test once they got an opening. The last time he did this, the green user went and got himself fatally shot like a stupid asshole, forcing him to work fast and slap together a set up to preserve him. Most of the facility had been dedicated to that and studying the green light itself. With Engel incapacitated he believed he had the time, but now...
Interesting. So he had the same amnesia Ainsley did when he arrived? There's a fascinating parallel.
His suits stealth system began beeping at him and he turned away, towards the planet below. Passing down through Psyche's atmosphere his suits beeping got a bit frantic before the stealth system finally cut out and shut down to cool off, vents on his back and sides opening up as a plume of heat passes in a wake behind him as he approaches the deck in free fall. Turning at the last moment he slams into the ground, using the ring to protect himself but not the rock he impacts, his construct-reinforced armor taking the brunt of the impact and reflecting the kinetic energy back outward, causing the stone to shatter and the force of it to radiate outwards. Houses miles away would feel the tremor and investigate. The evidence of his mere arriving would stay with the area for years to come and help cement his reputation.
Geez, waht a dick... I bet that was someone's field!
The rings fear meditation had changed him, he knew that. Looking back on the person he'd been when he arrived made him feel a certain level of revulsion at how fearful and weak he'd been. Of all the reflections of himself he'd met so far, only he and Red had enough of themselves left to really have any knowledge of themselves or where they'd come from, like something had split the person they'd once been and only emotionally tied memories were preserved. Whoever they'd been that person had been angry and fearful, or perhaps had caused fear. Something about it had tied into many parts of their life.
Hmm... So there's a Red ring wielder around too, eh? Wonder if Orange has shown up. Or maybe they went full Larfleeze and are holed up in a cave somewhere with their shinies.
Dealing with Red had been difficult at first but got a lot easier after the ring had done its best to... re-align him. Red didn't do things in half measures and preferred permanent solutions but was far more rational than he'd ever expected the woman to be. Her rage had a calculating sort of edge. A cold, surgical anger and hatred applied with laser precision and nuclear force. Long term planning and intelligence operations were most decidedly not her strong point, which is how he'd become the point-man for deciding on how to proceed with operations for their little group. Red mostly preferred to stay in situations where things were fine, life was good and there was no reason to be angry at all. She saved that for when he had someone to point her at.
Quite a bit different from the iconic DC depiction of Red Lanterns as frothing rage-beasts. I like it.
As he approached the city the sun dipped below the horizon behind him, passing below the curve of the planet and bathing the city in reddish orange light. Sprawled across the tops of cliffs broken by deep ravines with running water, the dark red and purple leaves of the trees gave the area a grim sort of look, something unquestionably played up by the architecture. The Sanrome had built their structures with elaborate curves and flourishes, gargoyles and stone faces with lolling tongues, laughing devils and saints in repentance. Serious, dour and very inactive during the day time, it was a city of the dead. Not inhabited by the dead, but for the dead. The city below him specialized in the internment, disposal, funeral rites, mummification and cremation of the dead of all the cultures of this continent. A city of priests and clergy and clerics, a city of gods and monsters.
Sometimes they even managed to be civilized, it was kind of nice.
I'm reminded of the necropolitans from 'The Sandman', an entire city and its' people devoted to mastering a multitude of funerary rites.
"A sub-optimal result, but the overall test was successful, I think. Is the Highlord here?"
"He is, Lord Fear. He's presently in another room consulting with Lady Vara but I'm sure he'll return in short order."
"No, no. Don't trouble him, let them have their time together." He waved it off lazily, sipping his wine. "Please let him know I'll likely require some time to set up a new facility. Someplace out of the way this time, I think. I chose the location poorly the first time."
Space may seem liek a good place, but sooner or later,
something's going to ruin your day...
"Yes, just like that. See? A gun is relatively simple, but ultimately you're limited to small caliber bullets. What kind of gun were you using?"
I thought Ren was big. I hadn't met all of the genkits personally but Magnus is the biggest one I've seen yet, standing shoulder to shoulder with Ren herself. He looks like somebody took the biggest bodybuilder they could find, pumped him up on steroids, fed him testosterone, glory and the spiritual essence of Terry Crews, then turned him into a giant bull-man. His hand is roughly the size of my head. It's genuinely impressive.
No doubt he's heard all the 'big guy' jokes...
"Same kind of rifle your infantry carries, but larger. It wasn't complicated."
"Naw, see, that's the stuff we use when we probably have to shoot at you but don't really want to kill you to death. I mean, anything you shoot at is gonna get holes poked in it and that's bad but it's not depleted uranium, grenades or light speed weapons. You don't see us firing electron unbonding rifles. But it's a possibility you should consider against certain classes of enemy you might run up against out here."
Sometimes, you just
really need to kill something deader than dead.
"If you trust us enough to, yes. Do you?"
"Oh, I don't know. See, I did only just meet y- haha!" She's just punched me in the arm lightly. "Okay, okay. Yes, I trust you guys."
"Then you should let others train with the blue ring. If anything happens to you, someone else can pick it up and in the short term, your ring can probably learn things from them."
Good plan. Don't know if the rings have seeker protocols installed, but you
should have a plan just in case of mortality.
"Huh, your ring is kinda talkative."
"You develop a bit when you're the only conversational partner of a person trapped in a time dilation field for about a two years."
That makes me blink. "Are you alive?"
"Not in the sense of being a creative, independently thinking entity, no. However I can extrapolate probable responses based on my interactions with Engel and by mapping his personality I can reasonably provide a simulacrum which sounds and seems a lot like a person."
"Okay, can we have that again, without the ten-dollaor words?"
"...No, I'm not alive, I just seem that way because I talk smart and think like my last boss."
"Yah, you told me that before. So how do I change your default settings?"
"Hope that this ring can become like that personality."
I hit my own face with my palm and sigh, letting it slide down my face. "Of course. I shouldn't have asked."
The hard part is deciding what
sort of personality you ope for it to haev...
I float over to her, landing next to her and leaning in a bit to read her HUD. "No, I put off landing down there until I could upgrade myself a little. What's in store for me?"
"Looks like sandworms, fungal forests and a techno-magic based society using necromancy as a foundation for pretty much everything they do. This ring only has data on a small subsection of one continent, though. Looks like this guy went on a little tour around the area to see what's up and then got sidetracked."
That seems to be a common thing with Ring-wielders around here.
"Dunno. Ring, what were Engel's most pressing priorities when he got stuck there?"
"Obtaining the yellow ring. Finding the green central battery. Scanning technology."
"Excuse me, what the hell is a central battery?"
"Like a normal battery, but much, much bigger. Duh."
A location appears in my mind, a thread stretching far up out of the atmosphere, away into space. I look upwards.
"Hey Elise, feel like going for a walk?"
Heh.

I guess the other guys never bothered
asking where their central battery is? Oh, wait,
easily distracted.
