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The Corps ([personal profile] wieldtherainbow) wrote in [community profile] trans_92012-06-05 08:46 pm

Part 1 - Ring Around the Rosie

The briefing was, well, brief, given the complicated situation they were being thrust into. Stacy tried to give them as much as she could but apparently her intel on this universe was rather limited.

For this reason, they were dumped rather unceremoniously on a vast planet, with grassy green fields, the dropship that dropped them off retreating on autopilot and disappearing back into the transdimensional ether. It was a lovely planet at the very least, with vast deep blue skies, teeming with vegetation, but oddly, they all would likely find themselves dealing with the unnerving inkling feeling that they were somehow being watched. There were no sentients or even animals in site, however.

The only thing they could do right now was wait. They had been told that they would be found, that they would be offered rings, taken into these different Corps of people, and they they needed to make sure the war ended in a way that didn't devastate life in this universe.

That was something of a tall order.

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[personal profile] poorlycopingstrategist 2012-06-08 01:29 am (UTC)(link)
Overcome great fear? Jamie'd never overcome anything in his life, particularly not fear. And while he'd been known to dig in his heels on occasion, he wouldn't exactly have thought of willpower as something he possessed in any great quantity. "Is it possible for these things to, y'know. Make mistakes?" he asked, eyeing the ring skeptically.
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[personal profile] poorlycopingstrategist 2012-06-08 01:54 am (UTC)(link)
"I'll take your word for it," Jamie conceded, still dubious. Maybe he could learn to fake it. "So how does it work? And what all am I supposed to be able to do with it?"
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[personal profile] poorlycopingstrategist 2012-06-08 04:02 am (UTC)(link)
Jamie was tempted to think that training under a huge pink alien who looked like he could bench-press a Gojulas couldn't be any tougher than serving under the erstwhile General Chacon, but that would probably be tempting fate. He drew himself up, not quite at attention, and tried to look more as though he were taking all this to heart. "Yessir. I hope I don't disappoint you, sir."

And then John Stewart was creating heavy weaponry out of nothing but minty-green willpower and despite himself, Jamie had to admit that was pretty impressive. Healing powers would undoubtedly be handy, too. And he could definitely see the advantages in being able to fly, like all the Corps had been doing when they first showed up. Stewart was right - the rings did sound versatile.

"Do different constructs take more energy than others? And is it just our emotions that power the rings, or do they need some other energy source to keep them going?" They'd seemed to be moving around pretty well under their own power before they'd latched onto people, after all.