"Nothing much lost." She nods. "I'm more worried about them raiding us when their food runs out."
"If you can't beat them with kryptonian powers and the Doomsday, I… Don't know what to tell you. Do you want me to give you guns or something?"
Honestly, if the colony can't stand on its own feet against
that, there's not much hope otherwise.
She thinks for a moment, then shakes her head. "No. That would just make things worse." She exhales. "Alright. How did it go?"
"Ah… The handover went fine. One of the Dominion's middle managers turned up to make sure they were in one piece and not carrying recording equipment, then they were on the transport back home."
Little disappointing it ended so quick, but all the shooting parts
were basically done.
"Did you hide any recording equipment on them?"
"No, they'd probably have found it and then they'd know what our equipment looks like. And they'd probably class it as provocation. I don't want to deal with the Dominion more than I absolutely have to."
Not right now, anyway. Once the Reach gets sorted...
"So, that's it? They get to report back everything they learned-."
"No." I frown. "Of course not. We had the g-gnomes right there. We edited their memories so that they wouldn't remember anything."
And their computer systems? No, I suppose tampering
there would be noticed.
"That's reliable?"
"Not completely, but they're pretty good. Unless the Dominion has a really good telepath they trust with high security work, those memories will stay gone. And even then, the g-gnomes added enough nonsense that they won't be reliable."
That's taking a chance, given they had the time and knowledge to modify Lyla. Who's to say they haven't developed a telepath capable of unscrambling their memories in the
decades since she was made?
"And what about the spy? Lyla?"
"Ah…"
"Is she dead?"
Still curious about Ursa, too...
"… No. It's…" I sigh. "Timaron law is based on Kryptonian law, right?"
She nods. "As far as I remember, for some things."
Ah, getting bogged down in digressions and explanations...
"Right, well, if a member of a human military did what Ursa Dru-Ka did, they'd be punished according to the full weight of the law, because any officer should know that they're not supposed to murder billions of people. But in Kryptonian law-."
"Legitimate orders." Karsta Wor-Ul nods. "A subordinate isn't necessarily going to know all the pertinent facts, and they're not qualified to make that judgement."
Though that puts a lot of trust towards the superior officer being qualified and on-task in turn, rather than mistaken or working for their own agenda.
I nod. "The in-absentia ruling was that while she might have committed crimes against Krypton, the court didn't have jurisdiction over those, and all her lawyer had to say under Timaronian law was that she trusted in Dru-Zod's judgement. Not guilty."
"So she ran off with the dominators despite the fact that she wasn't going to get punished."
Still hoping that Karsta actually has Ursa hidden away on board somehow.
"She's guilty of absconding, but even Amalak wasn't going to bother pursuing her over something that minor. Plus there's a good chance that whatever the dominators are doing to her is worse then the punishment anyway." I shrug. "She didn't know that she wasn't technically guilty. I guess she… Weighed things up and decided to take the risk."
Though while in their hands, she basically has to trust that they won't kill the golden goose that is her and her unborn child. And that's a big amount of trust for her to put in
aliens.
Karsta Wor-Ul nods. "What about Dru-Zod and Lyla?"
"We… Established exactly how many people Lyla had mentally altered."
"Didn't Kon-El say that her people were only weakly telepathic?"
Before she got picked up by the Dominators, yes...
"Yes." I nod. "The scans I took of her brain showed that the dominators has made a lot of modifications. Some I recognised from other telepathic species, and others… I guess they were synthetic. Whatever they did to her cells to accept kryptonian organelles may have helped, though I've got no idea how it worked."
So she's actually fairly lucky nothing went wrong with the augmentations all these years. I wouldn't be surprised if there were a lot more people taken alongside her and she was the only survivor of the process...
"Don't look at me. I learned basic field medicine."
"If I need to know how it could have been done, there are people on Earth I could ask. But I don't."
Heck, it's probably not as useful as some of the crazier ideas folks like the Sivanas could put forwards if he asked...
The only reason I'd bother is if Kon wanted to know, because if we could do that with human cells… Or Martian cells, then one of his problems would be as completely dealt with as it could be. Or M'gann could get a fully kryptonian form, which could be interesting. But he didn't seem all that interested.
He's probably comfortable as he is. And maybe doesn't want to take the risk of upsetting that stable status-quo.
"Anyway, once we undoctored Dru-Zod's memories, we discovered exactly how much of his decision was his own and how much was hers."
"Did you find out when the Dominion put their gate on Timaron?"
"She sent them a message before Dru-Zod left, but they only put it in after Krypton exploded."
Playing it safe, of course. Long enough ago that the Timaronians were long gone and that the Kryptonians wouldn't notice.
"Makes sense. Even then we might have detected them opening it."
I raise my eyebrows. "'We'?"
To be fair, the Science Council probably wouldn't have cared by that stage.
She gives me a flat look. "You know what I mean."
"It turns out that Amalak didn't actually know that much about his peoples' legal system. He was halfway convinced that Dru-Zod was going to get away with it."
Karsta Wor-Ul frowns. "I wasn't a lawyer, but I'm pretty sure that if someone mind controlled you into doing something, you weren't responsible."
Telepathy is always a complicating factor for things like these.
"If they're literally puppetting you, no. But it's not like on Earth where someone under telepathic influence could probably argue that they weren't responsible for anything. Kryptonian law -and therefore Timaronian law- essentially says that if you were probably going to do it anyway and only the details of the crime changed, then you're still responsible."
Honestly fairly sensible. If a little unconcerned with details. But then, they worked out that Zod would have done
something drastic, it was just a matter of where.
"So Dru-Zod's going to fry."
"Dru-Zod fried. That's why I'm here. I thought I owed it to him to watch, but I didn't particularly want to stick around afterwards. Kal-El felt the same."
Not wasting any time, I see. And that's a fairly final result for
him, at least for now.
"So I'm getting my ship back?"
"In a day.. or two. Once they're sure that the Dominators have accepted the settlement."
Surprised she tolerated them doing even that much. I suppose diplomacy is a bit of a game of favours, though. And doing this now makes it less likely anyone goes looking for their colony anytime soon.
"But you did destroy the gate-."
"Of course we destroyed the gate."
Not gonna leave something like that laying around to be exploited by anyone.
"Good. And Lyla?"
"Didn't commit any serious crimes. Not against Timaron, anyway. There was some debate about what to do with her. She didn't have any interest in going to the Dominion. We could have sent her back to her original homeworld, except that she'd end up ruling it as goddess queen in a few weeks… They eventually decided that probation was proportionate."
Hopefully with a suitably
explosive punishment for playing up.
"On.. Earth? With the Justice League?"
I take a moment to imagine that. No, those gits would probably dump her on me if it came to it.
So cutting out the middleman anyway and taking her into custody yourself.
"Ah, no, no. With NEMO. We all get issued with mind shields as part of our standard kit, and the whole 'biggest war in the galaxy' thing appeals to her megalomania. So that's one problem dealt with."
I close my eyes. I breathe in slowly. I hold. I open my eyes. I breathe out.
"And now, back to work."
Ah well, space legal shenanigans were fun while they lasted.