12th August 2013
22:12 GMT
And
reality.
"Stand back!
" The g-pooka sits up at the controls, looking disturbed as I jog past to get away from the projector.
"Seriously, stand back!
"
The g-pooka drops to the floor on all fours and gallops away as the projector starts to hum worryingly.
Jor-El appears in a nearby monitor. "Orange Lantern, what has-?"
"The Phantom Zone was an intelligent being and thanks to Jax-Ur, it just found out who was shoving things into its brain. It's about to throw them up-.
"
Shadows rise around us-.
I tether the g-pooka, transition us both as far as I can and then
step out,
appearing outside. I've got an emergency tent in subspace but there were a
lot of people in the Phantom Zone-.
Thirty two people appear in the arctic snow in clothing that
really isn't appropriate to the weather.
Oh
heck.
"What-?" / "Aargh!" / "Where are-?"
"Excuse me!
" I drop down to the surface-.
Oh Hell. Kryptonians. Jor-El will know to block sunlight inside the Fortress, but out here-.
I raise a construct dome shield, ostensibly to shield them from the cold but in
reality to block the sunlight before any of them realise they could get powers. Because Superman-tier superpowers are… Something very few people would turn down, even if they
weren't criminals sentenced to life imprisonment. Add construct heaters… Okay.
"If I could have your attention for a moment!
"
Kryptonians and humans are at least that similar: dumped in a completely new situation with no idea what's going on, they'll listen to someone who sounds authoritative.
"Welcome back to the material universe. We
were going to do a phased release, but events have rather gotten away from me. I am the Illustres of the Orange Lantern Corps, a position roughly equivalent to Admiral in the old Kryptonian Stellar Navy.
"
My mind shield activates as someone tries to do something to me.
"And which ever of you is telepathic better buck their ideas up. Unless your name is Lyla, in which case I've got some questions for you.
"
I give them a moment, but other than looking at their neighbours in puzzlement or concern, none of them really reacts.
"Most of you were due for release once we had somewhere to put you. As you can see, we currently
don't. Unless you feel like braving near-zero temperatures with no way to start a fire and no protective equipment, please stay where you
are until I have a chance to sort something out.
"
Igloos? No, I don't know if they'd work at sup-zero temperatures. My emergency tent is designed for two people at most… Look through the database for something better…
Eh. The problem with a space age database is they keep skipping steps. I
don't have a low-tech shelter design, but I
do have a sort of light weight space survival module. Uh. Add something for frame strength… That'll do.
I gesture to my right and start fabricating-.
"Illustres?" A
pale-skinned man in yellow robes with a green House Ul emblem steps forwards. "Where are we? Why aren't we on Krypton?"
"Alright, there's no easy way to say this. How good is your knowledge of history?
" He shrugs, a little off put by being on the spot.
"Remember the civil war Krypton had over clone rights?
" He thinks for a moment, and the nods.
"Remember how it ended, with Black Zero narrowly being prevented from dropping a bomb into the planet's core?
"
"… Yes..?"
"Turns out they weren't entirely unsuccessful. Enough of the bomb's radiation entered the core to cause gradual radiological transmutation. About forty years ago-
"
"I-. My sentence was only-."
"-the planet exploded.
"
Scan.
Ah.
Just as the shelter finishes, I send a filament forwards, tag the telepath and transition
him forwards.
"Sir, I appreciate that the situation is disturbing, but please keep your brain to yourself.
"
For a moment he looks like he wants to shout me down, but taking a quick look around seems to calm him down. He nods to me. "Of course. I'm.. sorry, it's… Instinctive. In a strange situation…"
I nod, brushing it off.
"If everyone could please enter the shelter, then I'll begin the process of sending you on to the kryptonian colony we're setting up.
" Uh.
"With a couple of exceptions. Is Faora Hu-Ul here?
"
A general looking around, with several male members of the crowd looking nervous.
"No? Okay, good. Please head inside. And please note that while I can't send you back to the Phantom Zone, I
do have less pleasant places than the new colony where I can send you if you mess up your chance at freedom.
"
They start moving. A few of them appear to know each other, but for the most part they keep a little distance. A couple are people we interviewed, but mostly… Mostly they're people who were going to need more work.
I wait until they're all inside, and then
step out, homing in on Nam-Ek's desire network.
Which was a good decision because the area around him… Appears to be just about the only free space in the Fortress.
"Ah, Orange Lantern."
"Nam-Ek. Jor-El, could you turn the air-
"
"Jor-El?" / "
Jor-El?!" / "Where! Where is he!"
"-purification systems up?
Everyone else! Please be patient while we arrange for accommodation! If you don't want to wait, you're welcome to freeze to death outside!
"
Okay, we can send them to Tartarath using a zeta tube… I can drop off extra supply crates, and… I can get Karsta Wor-Ul a sunstone…
"Nam-Ek, I'm appointing you trustee.
" He nods.
"I'll grab more help when I can. Could Faora Hu-Ul please make herself known!
"
Because with Dru-Zod and Ursa Dou-Ka on trial and Jax-Ur dead, she's the worst criminal left, and-.
"Here! I'm here!"
I send a filament through the mass and transition her to me. She glares at me and then gags.
Zeta tube construct to Themyscira, push her through-
"What?"
Then step out, home in on her rancid chauvinism and
13th August 2013
01:16 GMT +3
appear, tag her and transition us both to Reformation Island, fabricating tungsten manacles of submission with built in radiation shields to stop her getting empowered.
"Mala! New guest for you!
"