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With This Ring (Young Justice SI) (Thread Fourteen)
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Yeah, about that.
And I do want to say that I really like how you all went to find links for the new person. That was nice of you.
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I've been reading this fic for years barley seen any fanart. Great job; please do more!
Uh hi? Newbie fan art poster here? Don't really know if it's cool to just drop it like this... hopefully someone will tell me so I can take it down?
I'm slowly crawling my way through the story-only thread; I wonder if what part I was on then comes across? Sorry if the design is kinda basic; I'm terrible at remembering character descriptions
Thanks for the fic author, my mildly-ish competent art as tribute from this lurker
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Thank you both very much, It'd been long enough I couldn't remember much of it but I remembered it being interesting reading.
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You continuing to read this story despite seemingly hating everything about it is also a choice.
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Thank you, corrected.
Psychoprompt (part 6)
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10th January 2257
15:43 GMT
The dock clerk checks over my identification card and then hands it back with a nod and a professional smile. "Welcome back to Babylon Five, Mister Underwood. I hope you have a pleasant stay."
"Thank you." I look at the heavily armed guards around the docking area. "Ah, what's with the guards?"
"Someone tried to assassinate the Vorlon ambassador a few days ago."
"Ah. Did they.. catch them?"
"Apparently. Some crazy minbari who thought they should have finished us off during the war. Tried to implicate Commander Sinclair." He shrugs. "I haven't heard about them looking for their accomplices, so I guess this is just about reassuring the public."
"Ah." I nod, and he face-shrugs back. "And it has the opposite effect-."
"And makes everyone's life harder, yeah. I don't know; the vorlons are supposed to be a big deal, but they don't travel, they don't trade with anyone and their ambassador has to wear an armoured suit the whole time because he can't survive our atmosphere. Seems to me like he'd be better off just going home."
I nod again. "Okay, thanks for letting me know." I pick up my small bag and continue in to the station proper. I've already reserved one of the small rooms in-.
They thought they could kill a Vorlon?
They managed to poison him though an airtight armoured suit. I can't work out how that could have worked. Depending on what they breathe, just destroying the seals might have been a better way to kill him. Are those sorts of suit usually water-permeable?
No. / Obviously not.
So is that odd, or am I just stuck in the wrong century?
A two-part application, an acid to breach the suit followed by a general purpose poison.
'General purpose'..?
Good records on vorlon physiology don't exist. No one that I know of has any poisons intended to poison them. Something heavy metal based, perhaps.
Is that how you'd do it?
I wouldn't. The vorlons are an elder race. Their technology outstrips anything that the younger races have. Picking a fight with them would be stupid. And a minbari? The minbari are the only younger race that have any contact with them at all.
Not everything's about species.
Ugh. I've really got to get to Earth some time. Unfortunately, none of my passengers are human, and none of them want to go there. Even with the expanded workforce, I've got months before my new ship is ready. And despite the fact that I can travel at faster then light speed with the ring, that only helps with getting onto planets. Sealed environments aren't designed to be compatible with that, and tend to track people better. While I could make a hole in the hull, come on board and then seal it up, that would leave station security somewhat puzzled as to how I got on board.
Okay, try a new restaurant, and then-.
You do not need to eat.
I don't have any physical need to eat. I don't know about your species, but with humans there's more to it than that.
Like what?
People noticing that I don't eat would be a problem. Financial transitions can be tracked. If my monthly expenditures don't include enough money for food, that could trigger an investigation from the tax authority and I don't have the connections to make that go away. Plus, the human brain is set up to expect the human body it's attached to to be fed every so often, and I'd start feeling wrong if I didn't.
The first is a good reason at least.
Okay, we're here. Just off the Zócalo…
Any human-digestive-system-friendly suggestions?
Most species can handle roopo balls.
The name isn't filling me with confidence, but alright. What do they do with the rest of the roopo?
...
It's a preparation technique, not an animal.
Oh, alright. That's less worrying. I-.
Huh.
Woman, sitting alone… Fine. Psi Corps badge on her collar means… That she's a telepath, as since as far as I know the only company employing a human telepath aboard Babylon 5 is XenoCorp, she's Lyta Alexander.
Psi Corps is… An interesting development in human society. The ability isn't artificial; human telepaths just… Started getting born at some point in the earth 22nd century. Other humanoid species gained their own telepaths by an unexplained mechanism at various points in their history, but they all appear to use the same basic mechanism. Telekinesis exists, but is far rarer, and that's about it as far as 'space magic' goes. Psi Corps itself is a combined regulatory authority and trade union for telepaths, which seems like a bad idea. But… How else could it be run? Mental intrusion is basically impossible to detect without another telepath, and if the regulators have to keep track of everyone and the people who employ them… It makes a degree of sense.
She looks… Stressed.
Fidgeting. / Twitching. / Hunched posture.
She looks at me. No, stares at me.
Quieten down, if you please.
I walk over to her table and sit down opposite her. "Hard day?"
"How did you find me so fast?"
"You're just sitting there, Jean Grey. I've pretty much made this station my home. Do you want to..? Talk about it?"
She looks around, then closes her eyes for a moment… Probably doing something telepathic. I don't really care if she looks at my mind… I doubt that she could get anything useful out of it-
She opens her eyes, blinking rapidly and staring at me all the more.
-anyway.
She girds her loins and leans closer. "I scanned the vorlon ambassador, and now Psi Corps has called me back to Earth."
I nod slowly. "Okay. What for?"
"'Debriefing'. Which probably means a couple of P-Tens are going to go through every thought I've… Had…" She shudders. "To get intelligence."
"They're… Compelling you?"
"You don't say 'no' to the Corps."
"Alright. So. What do you want?" She looks at me like I'm being slow. "I'm not a mind reader."
She stares at me-.
**[An office building in the background, and a big red 'X' in the foreground.]**
"Okay, I can do that. Do you have a destination in mind?"
She straightens up, taking a deep breath. "Yes."
15:43 GMT
The dock clerk checks over my identification card and then hands it back with a nod and a professional smile. "Welcome back to Babylon Five, Mister Underwood. I hope you have a pleasant stay."
"Thank you." I look at the heavily armed guards around the docking area. "Ah, what's with the guards?"
"Someone tried to assassinate the Vorlon ambassador a few days ago."
"Ah. Did they.. catch them?"
"Apparently. Some crazy minbari who thought they should have finished us off during the war. Tried to implicate Commander Sinclair." He shrugs. "I haven't heard about them looking for their accomplices, so I guess this is just about reassuring the public."
"Ah." I nod, and he face-shrugs back. "And it has the opposite effect-."
"And makes everyone's life harder, yeah. I don't know; the vorlons are supposed to be a big deal, but they don't travel, they don't trade with anyone and their ambassador has to wear an armoured suit the whole time because he can't survive our atmosphere. Seems to me like he'd be better off just going home."
I nod again. "Okay, thanks for letting me know." I pick up my small bag and continue in to the station proper. I've already reserved one of the small rooms in-.
They thought they could kill a Vorlon?
They managed to poison him though an airtight armoured suit. I can't work out how that could have worked. Depending on what they breathe, just destroying the seals might have been a better way to kill him. Are those sorts of suit usually water-permeable?
No. / Obviously not.
So is that odd, or am I just stuck in the wrong century?
A two-part application, an acid to breach the suit followed by a general purpose poison.
'General purpose'..?
Good records on vorlon physiology don't exist. No one that I know of has any poisons intended to poison them. Something heavy metal based, perhaps.
Is that how you'd do it?
I wouldn't. The vorlons are an elder race. Their technology outstrips anything that the younger races have. Picking a fight with them would be stupid. And a minbari? The minbari are the only younger race that have any contact with them at all.
Not everything's about species.
Ugh. I've really got to get to Earth some time. Unfortunately, none of my passengers are human, and none of them want to go there. Even with the expanded workforce, I've got months before my new ship is ready. And despite the fact that I can travel at faster then light speed with the ring, that only helps with getting onto planets. Sealed environments aren't designed to be compatible with that, and tend to track people better. While I could make a hole in the hull, come on board and then seal it up, that would leave station security somewhat puzzled as to how I got on board.
Okay, try a new restaurant, and then-.
You do not need to eat.
I don't have any physical need to eat. I don't know about your species, but with humans there's more to it than that.
Like what?
People noticing that I don't eat would be a problem. Financial transitions can be tracked. If my monthly expenditures don't include enough money for food, that could trigger an investigation from the tax authority and I don't have the connections to make that go away. Plus, the human brain is set up to expect the human body it's attached to to be fed every so often, and I'd start feeling wrong if I didn't.
The first is a good reason at least.
Okay, we're here. Just off the Zócalo…
Any human-digestive-system-friendly suggestions?
Most species can handle roopo balls.
The name isn't filling me with confidence, but alright. What do they do with the rest of the roopo?
...
It's a preparation technique, not an animal.
Oh, alright. That's less worrying. I-.
Huh.
Woman, sitting alone… Fine. Psi Corps badge on her collar means… That she's a telepath, as since as far as I know the only company employing a human telepath aboard Babylon 5 is XenoCorp, she's Lyta Alexander.
Psi Corps is… An interesting development in human society. The ability isn't artificial; human telepaths just… Started getting born at some point in the earth 22nd century. Other humanoid species gained their own telepaths by an unexplained mechanism at various points in their history, but they all appear to use the same basic mechanism. Telekinesis exists, but is far rarer, and that's about it as far as 'space magic' goes. Psi Corps itself is a combined regulatory authority and trade union for telepaths, which seems like a bad idea. But… How else could it be run? Mental intrusion is basically impossible to detect without another telepath, and if the regulators have to keep track of everyone and the people who employ them… It makes a degree of sense.
She looks… Stressed.
Fidgeting. / Twitching. / Hunched posture.
She looks at me. No, stares at me.
Quieten down, if you please.
I walk over to her table and sit down opposite her. "Hard day?"
"How did you find me so fast?"
"You're just sitting there, Jean Grey. I've pretty much made this station my home. Do you want to..? Talk about it?"
She looks around, then closes her eyes for a moment… Probably doing something telepathic. I don't really care if she looks at my mind… I doubt that she could get anything useful out of it-
She opens her eyes, blinking rapidly and staring at me all the more.
-anyway.
She girds her loins and leans closer. "I scanned the vorlon ambassador, and now Psi Corps has called me back to Earth."
I nod slowly. "Okay. What for?"
"'Debriefing'. Which probably means a couple of P-Tens are going to go through every thought I've… Had…" She shudders. "To get intelligence."
"They're… Compelling you?"
"You don't say 'no' to the Corps."
"Alright. So. What do you want?" She looks at me like I'm being slow. "I'm not a mind reader."
She stares at me-.
**[An office building in the background, and a big red 'X' in the foreground.]**
"Okay, I can do that. Do you have a destination in mind?"
She straightens up, taking a deep breath. "Yes."
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