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章節 80: 6.8

Location: Justice League Mothership

Time: Close to 7:30 PM in France.

The suggestions I offered were hashed out into codes of engagement after some discussion. From simple capture of the minor villain in question to A Class events which allowed for lethal solutions, provided two other members also agreed this was necessary as a last resort. S Class being completely when the gloves come off and everyone goes all out.

I also pushed out the suggestion that while this was currently just a loose confederation of like minded people, in the future it could potentially be a recognised peace keeping force. To this end I suggested that if it reached that stage we should invest in human resources and a program for training and inducting ordinary people with skill sets we need such as doctors and investigators into the fold. Or simply the usefulness of trained backup with military grade equipment for arrests. We could also introduce a formal training for everyone already involved, including but not limited to emergency medicine and explosives training.

I also suggested a danger rating system and more thorough investigation of powers and tactics of criminals we have encountered. I hesitate to use the Worm classification system for powers due to the sheer variety in DC, so it would need work and entirely new systems for dealing with people like the Joker and wizards.

Still the scale they used was adequate: a range of 1-10 for normal levels of powers and skills. Above for emphasis that they surpassed the League's members or indeed even extreme examples of metahumanity. Potential use of zeroes for possessing powers or skills that were low grade/mundane but significantly dangerous. Such as persuasive ability or creative thinking, for example.

So I pushed forward different classifications than the ones the PRT from Worm used.

Intellect: for geniuses and detectives.

Body: for strength, grace and durability.

Skills: for talents and extreme mastery of technical abilities.

Resources: This can fluctuate, but essentially the individual's demonstrated stock pile of equipment, friends or thugs.

Mystical: the individual's magical resources. I consider this similar to Trump, in that it represents flexible powers. Magic is dangerous.

Control: for minions or remote manipulation abilities, I am an example.

Shadow: for stealth or related abilities.

Mover: One of the two PRT classifications to survive the cut. Flash is the best example.

Mental: Psychic powers and manipulation. Senses. Myself or J'onn are the best examples but Superman with his hearing and sight counts.

Blaster: The other PRT classification, long ranged powers.

Melee: Short ranged powers/touch based.

Defence: As the name states. Protection in all forms.

SCIENCE!: Because Flash can't be serious. And inventors.

Transform: personal or ranged abilities to manipulate biology or materials into new forms.

Environmental: control of an area or material type. I count, so would May with her vegetation control.

So to illustrate I would be sorted into:

Control, Defence, Mental, Mover, Transform and Environmental categories with the potential for Mystical ratings and a high Resource rating from my personal contacts and French intervention.

Batman as another example would be:

Intellect, Skills, Shadow, SCIENCE! And extreme Resource ratings. With a zero in Body to indicate extreme physical prowess for a normal human. Zero to one in Blaster for mundane ranged weaponry and exotic gadgets. Explosive Batarangs anyone?

As a trial run I sorted a few villains into the system to satisfy Flash.

Captain Cold:

SCIENCE!, Blaster, Skills and Environmental. None particularly high due to his tight focus on ice based weapons.

Parasite:

Melee, Body and Defence with the potential to steal other ratings through his powers and scaling his existing ones through the roof.

Scarecrow:

SCIENCE!, Intellect, Skills and modest resources in the form of a gang. Potential for high level Environmental interaction with his fear toxins in gas form.

The scale would need to be assessed, before giving the individuals a scale, there would also need to be sub ratings for features of the powers, to avoid people being splattered by Superman punching too hard because they have Body and Defence ratings without actual physical durability. Say strength and mental defences for example.

I also proposed adapting some encrypted communications systems for dedicated use by the league and regular scans using the sensors of the Mothership to scan for major anomalies on Earth, Mars and within the Solar System.

Checking for alien intrusion and refugees or simple dinosaur killer asteroids was both important and common sense. Some members of the League wanted to disarm the vessel, but simply pointing out the difficulties we had capturing it then suggesting we extend that to a fleet of invaders was enough to get the point across: that we needed space based weapons to deal with military grade alien invasion vessels effectively, particularly if they came in bulk. Captain Atom agreed with me, as did Aquaman. J'onn too, reluctantly. Apparently Mars already had some military patrol vessels, but they barely registered as Corvette class in terms of firepower and size.

We did agree to only use the Mothership weaponry as a discouragement and never against a planetary surface unless it was a high S Rank scenario. One that would end the Earth or a large chunk of it.

We began to hammer out codes of conduct for members and inducting new members when an alarm began to go off. Apparently the vessel detected some kind of event.

So, everyone headed toward the bridge section, which was quite spacious I found. Enough that all of us could mill around waiting for J'onn and Batman to identify the issue.

What it turned out to be was a vessel on an intercept course with us.

Not alien, but Russian.

Yep, they couldn't keep their sticky hands off the prize literally hanging just out of reach and tried to board our ship. Or at least they would in several days. Space is big.

Well at least this was easily handled.

A quick visit to the teleporter room and the Russian cosmonauts were on Earth again, standing sheepishly in front of the UN building. Superman dropped off their ship a few minutes later with the warning not to try again. Despite the outside of the space ship being 'primitive' the internals included a jury rigged alien power generator and the same kind of propulsion the small fighters used. It seemed Russia was using alien captives to adapt existing tech to human purposes.

I wouldn't be surprised if most nations invaded weren't doing the same. Like Operation Paperclip from World War two. Absorbing enemy scientists, technical experts and engineers, despite shady origins.

It seemed we might be looking at a resurgence of the Cold War. With alien tech to spur the aggression.

Marvelous.

Since we were already blindsided by this development the Mothership was used to scan local space and shortly afterwards we came across a signal.

A hailing band.

From a certain alien.

Abin Sur.

Who was broadcasting a mayday signal.

Eyes went to me as Batman recognised that I knew the name and asked about it.

I shrugged.

All I replied was he was a Green Lantern. The alien police version. If he was fatally wounded, which I suspected… he would be looking for his successor, Hal Jordan or perhaps one of the other potentials. Another member would be in the cards for the League it seemed.

Unless we changed things.

We currently had a medical bay, for alien biology right here. So it seemed a rescue mission was in the cards.


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章節 81: 6.9

Location: Med bay, Mothership.

Time: Just early enough. 1989

Abin Sur was still lucid and relatively lively when we beamed him directly into sick bay.

Several of the league were present. With Martian Manhunter commanding the computer with the codes he took from the Blue Alien leader, myself out of curiosity, Batman out of paranoia and Superman out of compassion we looked at him.

He was very weak however and could do little more than raise his hand and look around. The hand that held his power ring, perhaps the greatest weapon in the universe… certainly a very good multipurpose tool.

He was obviously half expecting us to attempt to take the ring by force.

The lanky, black medical robot that was the emergency medical officer didn't help that impression.

"Prisoner detected: Species Ungaran. Please specify treatment. Interrogation, torture, minimal medical aid or full medical aid." The drone stated using a universal translator. I suppose to let the victim know what their fate was.

That did not go over well with Abin Sur, especially with Batman's glare included in the mix. He did relax when J'onn stated full medical aid.

"Sorry about that… this ship came with some things we haven't been able to refurbish or modify yet. Otherwise this robot would be a lot more diplomatic and have only a single option." Kal El apologised.

As a blue beam of light from a device on the robot's head played over an abdominal wound Abin Sur finally spoke. "I do not recall Earth having ownership of a vessel that possesses it's own gravity when I was here last."

I smirked. "How long has it been?"

"I am unsure. Ring, in Earth conventions." He ordered.

36.3 years. Calendar date, September 19th, 1953.

We were barely using rockets at that point. Unless you include some inventors and aliens.

"Which does beg the question, how did a planet as… rustic as Earth gain such an anachronistic technology?" He asked.

"We stole it." I replied. "The previous owners were using it to exterminate us as a species, so we are well within our rights to take it as salvage."

"Hmm. I suppose so. The Guardians may say something different, but this is hardly the first time a ship has been captured in war. Just because your world is less advanced doesn't mean the same rules don't apply." He looked around. "Is this part of that skirmish I heard about between the Thanagarians and the Myrmitons? That was my next stop."

J'onn nodded.

"Yes, this does seem like a Myrmiton system. Ring, scan." He added.

Origin, Myrmiton confirmed.

"Well that checks out. I guess she's yours now. Who should I register the ship to?" He asked.

"The Justice League, Solar System. Can you change the name too? Watchtower, perhaps?" I asked.

"Not bad. I like it. Better than Worldbreaker anyway." Kal El added, nodding.

"I agree." J'onn said, stoically.

"Very well, done." Abin Sur said, completing the registration with a thought. "So what does a Martian, an alien… a Kryptonian no less, a human with an unknown mutation and a regular human have in common?"

Batman glanced at me then Superman. Who raised his hand.

"Uh… I'm the Kryptonian." He admitted.

"Mutant." I added in solidarity.

"I do not believe I need to identify which of us is the human and which the Martian." J'onn pointed out to the resulting Batglare.

Abin Sur looked slightly confused.

"Sorry, we are relatively new acquaintances. War makes for strange friends and allies. In the case of Kal El here, he is a refugee after the destruction of his homeworld." I pointed out.

"Ah. Of course. I am sorry for my lack of tact, this is quite a strange situation." Abin Sur replied.

"Much like your corps, we are a peace keeping force of exceptional people from across the world, who joined together in response to the invasion." I replied. "We can thank the eccentricities of our world for our competency."

"You mean the magic and the high number of varied alien residents and visitors?" Abin Sur asked.

"Yes, actually. You know about the magic?" I asked genuinely curious.

"I have been here before, several times and encountered demons as part of my duties. Magic was disturbing, but somewhat logical. Like a perverse form of physics with internal consistency." He explained. "But I fail to see how much something so limited could..."

"A magical powerhouse, a Lord of Order caught the ship before it collided with Earth and towed it away to where we are now." I answered.

"I did not expect that. The Guardians will not like hearing of this." He said, softly.

"No, they tried to stamp out magic at one point, I believe." I replied.

"You are remarkably well informed. I only know about magic and the Corps' relationship because it is an issue on just this planet in the sector and a rarity everywhere else." He replied.

"Do you know about sector 666? Or Larfleeze the only Orange Lantern?" I asked.

"I have heard rumours of 666." He finally said. "But this Larfleeze is new to me."

"The Beast of Okaara? They are one and the same. Green rings run on Will, Orange on Avarice and Greed. He was too good at using the Orange Light and it overwhelmed him, permanently. He wanted all the power, all the rings and the central battery all to himself as well as everything he considered valuable and kills anyone who tries to take it or worse. The Orange Rings can take ownership of another mind, body and soul and make them a slave to the owner of the ring."

"Now, that name I have heard from other Lanterns." Abin Sur said quietly. "Is that why the sector is not patrolled?"

"Yes, the Guardians didn't want to engage him in direct conflict so they ceded the sector to his control and he simply ignores it, so long as it doesn't bother him. Too bad for those who live there, like the Tamaraneans."

"You are exceptionally well informed, I see. I don't know how you got this information, I suspect magic, but it is quite alarming. I had suspicions about the Guardians, but nothing this… concrete." He finally said.

"Is this about the deactivation switch in the rings? They put that in after Larfleeze went rogue. They do learn from their mistakes, it just seems they are very obvious mistakes to make in hindsight. I would suggest it is the mental influence of Green Light. It makes you stubborn and hard headed, too narrow minded to see your mistakes if you go too deep. The Guardians are practically manifestations of the stuff at this point. They also have related species that are connected to other forms of the spectrum of Emotional Light. Love, Hatred, Compassion, Hope, Fear… thankfully none are using Black and I don't think they understand White."

"You know about the other colours? I didn't even know until recently." Abin Sur admitted.

The black drone made a whirring noise. "Treatment complete. Recommended rest for two (data not found in current language) and frequent (data not found in current language)."

"I see. Well that is good." Abin Sur agreed, having understood the answer apparently. It seemed English wasn't fully supported by alien translation programs, who knew? I wonder how they get the system to do multiple languages simultaneously without the human side noticing?

"You don't trust your ring anymore do you, flying around like that in a ship? I'm sure you can think of a substitute, why not take this as a sign to retire from the Corps and give your ring to a worthy successor?" I asked.

Abin Sur nodded. I wonder if this is how his species shows agreement or simply the ring providing human social behaviour to him.

"You make sense, I do have a fall back and this is a clear sign it is time I give up being a Green Lantern. Ring, locate nearest potential recruit. Include location data." He ordered.

Individual located. Distance: one standard metre. Identity: Clark Kent.

I glanced at Clark who seemed to blush.

"This is kind of embarrassing." He admitted.

"Any other secrets you want to give away ring, like who Batman is or what I had for lunch?" I asked. "To be fair, aside from Batman I suppose everyone in the room knew who you were." I pointed out.

"I did not wish to be rude." J'onn supplied.

"I suspected, based on initial investigations." Batman said. "The alien part was new to me, but even that was within expectations."

"See, not that big of a deal." I pointed out. "Besides, Batman has the same problem."

"I do apologise, it is a fact of life for me to learn these things among humans. When they are on the tip of your tongue you may as well be yelling at me." J'onn offered.

"I certainly have not tried to find out who or where you are in Gotham." Superman huffed, arms crossed.

There was utter silence you could cut with a knife before the glower faded.

"My name is Bruce Wayne." Batman finally said, lifting his cowl. "It is under less than ideal circumstances, but it is good to meet you properly at last."

"Likewise, Clark Kent also known as Kal El, pleasure to meet you." The Kryptonian replied holding out a hand to shake. It was gripped and shaken heartily by a human hand.

Author's note: Yes, Clark was actually the first person on the list, but was dismissed by Abin Sur originally because he wasn't a local of the sector according to scans. Which lead to this awkward encounter.


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