Green Lantern Corps #14
“The Trade”

By Lightshear



It was slightly chilly on the plains of Doniridia as Katma Tui and Tomar Tu landed at the reclamation site. RP-3519, the Agricultural Corps had named it. A brutal civil war had led to mutual nuclear annihilation before the Green Lantern Corps could intervene. Attempts at diplomatic negotiations had begun, but it took painfully little spark to ignite nuclear winter. Words said and misinterpreted, old wounds reopened, and - as is almost always the case in such wars - religious dogmatism regained their hold in mere hours and the button was pushed. Continents away, the response was predictable.

By month’s end, the small handful of survivors had been evacuated, their planet rendered uninhabitable.

Katma and Tomar walked through the field, and she let her fingers run through the waist-high grass as it blew in the wind. Her ring protected her from the cold, but she shifted her shield to allow tactile sensation through her glove. She wanted to feel what the Agri-Corps had done. In the last year, she had gained a much deeper appreciation for what they did. By year’s end, this world would be clean and livable again. Food could be grown, life could thrive, and what was broken would be whole.

If only the lives lost in pointless war could be brought back so easily.

The reclamation project had set up its prefab buildings in organized rows not far away. Aliens of more than a dozen worlds all uniformed in the Corps’ green coveralls moved about, seeing to their work. There was always much to do in these camps, and the work was hard - grueling, at times. So, when she spotted the man she was looking for some distance from the camp - his sleeves rolled up, his hands in the dirt as he explained to new arrivals the work they had ahead of them with a broad smile on his face - she couldn’t help but smile a little too.

“Katma Tui,” he said, wiping dirty hands on his creaking knees as he stood to greet her.

“John Stewart,” She smiled with a nod. “You are looking well.”

“Well as a man can be,” he nodded back as the younger recruits scurried off to their jobs. “The Medi-Corps patched me up so good, I think this old body’s better than ever.”

“I could hear your knees from ten paces,” she smirked.

“Yeah, well-- that’s from the job, not the Yellow Lanterns. It ain’t easy out here, you know. No ring on my finger, but that doesn’t mean I’m not still making something out of nothing through sheer will and a little science.”

“Your progress here is quite impressive,” Tomar said, looking around. “I understand this project has pushed up its date of completion by over two months since you took over as head of the camp.”

“Nah,” John shook his head modestly, wiping his forehead with a rag and stuffing it in his back pocket. “I don’t think their numbers were right before. I haven’t done anything somebody else couldn’t have.”

“But somebody else didn’t,” Katma said. “It was you who did it. You should be proud.”

“Pride cometh first, Katma,” John said. He was smiling, but his eyes had a haunted look deep in them. “And we still have a long, long way to go before we’re through here.”

He started walking back toward the camp and the two Lanterns followed.

“So, what can I do for you?” he asked. “We don’t see Lanterns here too often. Not that I don’t mind the company, but I figure a couple Honor Lanterns have better things to do, am I right?”

“Ah, but part of the benefit of the title is that we choose our own assignments,” Katma said as she walked. She was watching him closely, gauging his mood, his emotional state, his reactions as she talked - all while carefully trying not to be noticed watching.

“You decide to assign yourself to 3519?” he laughed. “Because we could use those rings of yours. Might even knock another month off the project.”

“Not… quite,” Tomar said, unsure of whether to smile or whether the human was being serious. He was still learning to read their often contradictory facial cues.

“Uh huh,” John said. “Well, then lets step into my office and get you two out of the cold. We get warm days here too, but not many of them. Come on in.”

He held the thick duraplast door open for them, entering the small hut last. It was barely larger than the living area of their apartments on Oa, and it was almost filled with a table covered in readouts, files, status reports and soil and vegetation samples. On the far side, a simple bed was folded up against the wall and a small chest likely held any personal belongings John had to his name.

But the light was gentle and pleasant, and though it was an adjustment at first, it wasn’t overly claustrophobic. Katma made them chairs with her ring and bade John to sit.

“I don’t know, Katma,” he said, crossing his arms. “Not sure this is gonna take too long.”

“I see,” she sighed. She had guessed right, then - he had known why they had come. “I won’t draw this out, then. John, we’ve come to offer you a position as an Honor Lantern.”

He looked at her very seriously. His arms crossed, he raised one hand to stroke his close-shaven goatee. He must have grown it since he’d come to this planet, because she hadn’t seen it before. She wasn’t sure why, but her mind suddenly flashed back to RP-3493 and the waterfall where she had first met him - and his swimming in those crystal waters. The way the sun shone on him and his skin--

Then he burst into laughter and pulled back the chair she had made for him so he could sit down. He shook his head as he continued chuckling to himself.

“Come on, Kat - be honest with me,” he asked as she archer her eyebrows in curiosity. “Did you really think I’d say yes to this?”

“Well, I had hoped that--“

“And an Honor Lantern? Man, the Guardians must be getting desperate if they’re willing to commute my expulsion and then garnish it with a major promotion.”

“I am co-head of the Honor Lanterns, John,” she replied simply as she sat across from him. “One privilege of the post is that I can recruit whomever I please, so long as I can justify their admission.”

“And you can justify the Butcher of Xanshi?” he asked, the haunted look back in his eyes even darker than before.

She stared at him blankly for a moment, blinking her eyes in confusion. “Nobody calls you that.”

“Only because the Guardians covered up our involvement in what went down. People know Green Lanterns went there to help - they don’t know I let that bomb go off. If they did, I’d have been offered up for execution years ago. And maybe that’s what I deserved.”

“That is not who you are,” she said flatly. “You are the reason there is still a Green Lantern Corps at all. You alone survived Sinestro’s onslaught at 2493 when he and his Corps turned the planet into a portal to Qward. You survived with no ring, defeating several Yellow Lanterns in the process, and escaped to warn us what was coming. If you hadn’t--“

“It would have ended the same,” he stopped her. “You and Hal were already on your way. You’d have come out the other side just as strong. You give me too much credit.”

“And you credit yourself too little. You have served your penance for Xanshi. You have proven your worth. You deserve a ring - you belong with the Corps. Take your rightful place beside us.”

“Served-- my penance?” he asked, unbelieving. “I’ve been with the Agri-Corps three years. Three years! What I did on Xanshi killed billions! I will never be done serving my penance.”

Katma sat quietly for a moment before speaking. “Then serve it with us. Take up a ring and protect lives-- save lives. Be a Green Lantern and rescue one person for every one the Queen Bee’s horrors took on Xanshi. Stop blaming yourself for her evil and--“

“The Queen Bee wasn’t evil,” he said, leaning back in his chair and rubbing his forehead. “You don’t understand the-- what they were doing. You know much about bees? I know a lot. I’ve spent time studying. These people, the Korllans, they’re a lot like bees. And like bees, when the population grows to a point where their home can’t sustain them anymore, they swarm. The queen leaves to lead her swarm to a new home, and a new Queen is born to lead and serve the old hive.

“Zazzala found Xanshi by a fluke. It wasn’t intentional, it was just-- in the way. She had ships full of people with no home and no hope. They needed a planet to live on or they were going to die. It was all-- it was like some cosmic joke. She finally finds hope for her people, and the world is inhabited. It was desperation, misery and necessity that led to their war. Sure, from our side they look like world-destroying tyrants, but from their perspective they had no choice. It was Xanshi or they and their children all die alone in space.”

“That still doesn’t put the weight of the consequences on your shoulders alone,” Katma said, wanting to reach out to him but not knowing how. “You needn’t carry this burden on your own.”

“The consequences…” he muttered, looking off to the side but clearly a million miles away. “The people of Xanshi died because of pure, blind chance. There was no grand design, no dark evil afoot, just… chance.

“I stood at the fulcrum of chance, with Xanshi on one side and Zazzala’s swarm of hungry, lost, desperate Korllans on the other, and thought I was reighteous enough to choose who lives and who dies. Because of me, Xanshi was destroyed. They all died, and Zazzala’s swarm probably died too. They needed that world to survive, and there was nothing else for a hundred light-years in any direction. I doomed two races at once and it was a godd#mn fluke that any of it happened at all.”

It was quiet in the room for a long time. Nobody knew what to say, and John was in his own head, far away from any of them.

“That is the way of the universe, John Stewart,” Tomar said quietly, looking at the table with narrowed, sad eyes. “Things happen - horrible things that no one can explain and which cannot be stopped. Through sheer coincidence, billions are swallowed by entropy. In the time we have been talking, billions more have died throughout the universe. Can you bring them life? Could you protect them?”

He looked up at John and lowered his brows. “It is not success that defines a man, but how hard he tries. Cruel chance put you on Xanshi at a horrible moment, and nobody could have won in that terrible event - there were only losers. But did you try? And will you try again, while the chance is before you to do so? Or will you instead do what is safe? It is valiant to restore a lost world, yes-- but it is clearly the less hazardous choice. The one that asks the least of your talents.”

“We aren’t here to demean your work,” Katma stepped in. “Only a fraction of a percent of people in the universe are fit for duty in the Agri-Corps. But that’s still tens of millions of people, John. There are only 7200 fit to wear the ring. Of those, only a fractional number are worthy of the title Honor Lantern. I do not know if I am one, though I try my hardest every day to prove myself worthy. But though I might doubt myself, I have no doubt about you. You belong with us, John Stewart.”

Silence hung in the air. John and Katma watched each other, neither sure what the other was thinking. Finally, he stood and reached a hand across the table to her.

“Thanks for coming,” he said. “It’s good for morale if the people here see that the Corps hasn’t forgotten us. If you get a chance on your way out, you should have a look around. See what we’ve been doing. It’d mean a lot to them to think you came for more than me.”

“We will,” Katma sighed. “Thank you for your time. And our offer stands for as long as I’m around to enforce it. If you should ever change your mind…”

“You’re welcome to come ask again any time,” he smiled with humor. “So long as you don’t expect the answer to change. It’s nice to see a friendly face.”

She smiled and nodded before they took their leave. John sat alone in his room for a long time. He closed his eyes to spend time asking forgiveness of five billion people, one by one.

Just as he’d done every day for the last three years.

Just as he would do every day until he had asked them all.
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"Well," Tomar asked as they entered sector 1414. "I have to ask-- did that go as badly as it felt? The business with Stewart, I mean."

"Yes and no," Katma sighed. "I expected him to turn me down, but I didn't anticipate how closely he held his pain."

"He will come around in time," Tomar said encouragingly. "Nobody can live in that kind of state forever. He'll see that project of his through and perhaps then he'll be ready to listen again. It's only a matter of months - you'll see."

"Maybe so," she said. "Come on - let's sweep the boundaries of the Tanis system and then we can get out of here."

They had come to Tanis on orders from the Guardians. Hal had gotten himself in trouble with a civil war he'd been involved in. To say it had gone badly would be too much of an understatement. In the end, the Guardians themselves had stepped in to negotiate a cease-fire and it had cost them politically.

Now she and Tomar had to give a token patrol of the area to make sure they were holding up their end of the agreement and treating the prisoners of war according to the Veaneg Accord. It was an unscheduled visit, but it was going to be so distant and such a light-touch that the Monarchy probably wouldn't even know they'd been there.

"Alright, initiate scanning, Tomar."

"Sanning initiated, Katma," he nodded. His ring glowed with a series of pulses as he sent his consciousness flying out over the star system. In his mind, his perceptions reoriented until his eyes beheld the entire system at once like a real-time map in motion.

"Let me know if you pick up anything out of the ordinary," Katma said, initiating her own scan. Hers focused more specifically on the area surrounding Tanis itself and its immediate orbit. It was a tougher trick to pull, but she was a senior Lantern and found it to be little challenge.

"There isn't really-- wait a second. No, hold on-- there's something here."

"What is it?"

"Hold on; I'll patch you into my feed and you can see for yourself."

In the corner of her peripheral vision, like a picture-in-picture, Tomar's scan popped into view. He zoomed in until she could see what he was focused on - a vessel flying a stealth-course out of the star system.

"It's off all the charted space-lanes, but making very good speed," he said.

"Smuggler's route?" she asked.

"Possibly. But the telemetry suggests it could have originated on Tanis. One of its moons, perhaps, but probably the planet proper."

"It's a good sized ship, too," she rubbed her jaw. "Not military, but not far from it."

"I've got a lot of experience with smugglers," Tomar said. "Dealing with spaz merchants and their suppliers was kind of how I earned my stripes, so to speak. They rarely fly military class vessels, but almost always have twice the armament on hand. You wouldn't be able to spot it until you were a few feet from the hull, though. Well… unless they opened fire."

"So what's your recommendation?" she asked. "We're only here to check on the POW's and the fallout from the war. Should we look into this?"

"In my experience, war is mother's milk to profiteers," he sighed sadly. "It may not have anything to do with the Monarchy directly, but I'm having a hard time justifying not at least hailing them and checking their manifest."

"That works for me. If they're on the level, it shouldn't be a problem. Even if they aren't, we should be able to spot the difference between low level worg rats and real scum. Come on…"
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They met the vessel on an intercept course and pulled up short to scan it at ultra-long range before sending a hailing signal. Far enough that they'd have plenty of time to make a plan, while the ship would have no chance of picking them up on sensors.

"What do you think, Tomar?"

He just stared ahead, eyes narrowing with a look that was alien to her on his avian face, but which she could only guess to be extreme distaste.

"Tomar…?"

"Slavers," he muttered. "I know the profile. The ship's too big-- they'll have a bogus manifest, probably something like durasteel or some other industrial material that would warrant the ships vast cargo holds. But keep an eye open - there will be far too many guns and too many guards to be simple shippers hauling freight."

"How do you know?" Katma asked gently, trying not to probe but wanting to be certain before they did what they would have to if he was right.

In response he just looked at her, and his gaze was unlike any she had ever seen from the normally composed, sweet young man.

"There was a mission," he said. "I was tracking spaz smugglers from J'unglind. It was serious business; these kreemos had found a way to refine crystalline shards from the debris of a dead planet into a new kind of spaz. Fetched prices you wouldn't believe on the black market.

"But what we found when we caught up with them was worse than we thought. Worse than we could have imagined. They'd been…"

He paused, swallowing something hard and bitter in his memories.

"It wasn't just spaz," he continued. "It was people. Last of a dying race, their world had been… They managed to escape what happened. A lost city of their people, floating adrift like a ship in the cosmos. Until they were found by these-- until this.

"Some will pay a high price for endangered species. Sometimes for display as curiosities, sometimes as slaves, often for-- pleasure. Sometimes, rarely, for food."

"They were… eating them?" Katma said, horrified.

"Providing them for a price to people who would, yes. I only discovered their secret because I'd gotten a gut feeling when I'd found out how the spaz was being refined. Crystalline shards of a dead world. It was a place my father had often talked about; his one great regret, his most devastating failure as a Green Lantern."

"It wasn't…"

"It was. Krypton. They were turning kryptonite into a drug that, along with powerful euphoric properties, gave the user temporary 'gifts' of enhanced senses, strength, speed-- flight, too, if they took enough. Those doses tended to be fatal, though."

"I thought there were no survivors of Krypton," Katma said, eyes still wide in disbelief. "Not besides the Last Son."

"For a time, there were," Tomar shivered sadly. "The lost citizens of Argo City. But we were too late to save them from their fate."

"And this ship?"

"Not the same, but similar enough. I made sentient trafficking my sole focus after that incident-- I know the signs when I see them."

"Then I trust your judgement. You're in charge, Tomar - take the lead and I will follow."

"So be it, Katma. Fall in, watch what I do, and only act when I go first. The slightest misstep may tip them off, and if they get nervous… I've seen slaver captains slag their entire cargo hold to eliminate any evidence of their crime. We can't have that."

"You can count on me," she nodded. With a new sense of urgency and caution, they took off towards the ship.

"They count on sensor bafflers to confuse computerized life-scan readings," Tomar said. "It protects the people they keep as cargo from most mechanical detection, but it doesn't protect them from a Green Lantern's ring. I'll get us close enough for a ring sweep, and then we can act…"
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"Hold where you are," Tomar's voice, transmitted through his ring into the ship's transceiver, called to the crew. "This is Green Lantern Tomar Tu of the Honor Corps. We have questions for your captain and require permission to board."

There was a long silence before they replied. His ring patched Katma into the feed.

"Lantern Tu, this is XO Hargley of the Dogged Treader. What, may I ask, is the subject of your inquiry?"

"We've got a lot of reports of piracy in the region and were called in by the neighboring system of Bizh to investigate any stealth lanes for suspect craft. Understand, Dogged Treader, that you are not a suspect. However, having traveled these lanes, you may have information that could help us in our investigation."

"We've had no encounters with pirates, Lantern Tu," the XO said suspiciously.

"Not these pirates, no. They're stealthers; their ships are cut to resemble simple cargo craft. You may have been in dock with them at your last port and never realized it. It is likely your captain will know something he doesn't even realize he knows."

Another long silence. Katma looked to Tomar and arched her brow in curiosity. He nodded to reassure her. Things were still going according to plan.

"Very well, Green Lanterns," Hargley said. "You may dock on our port side."
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Hargley was a big man, broad chested and stout-bellied. His face wore a drooping moustache and stubble that was fast on its way to becoming a beard. His head, though, shone bald and clean. His cybernetic eye sized the two Lanterns up as his natural eye squinted, both attached to eyestalks over his long, equestrian face.

"Lantern Tu," Hargley said, raising a fat-fingered hand to his side as he stepped to his left. "Captain Yor."

The Captain stepped forward from a darkened corner of the docking corridor. He was not a tall man, even in his old-style thick heeled boots. But even the layers of clothing he wore couldn't hide the layers of muscle rippling beneath. Like all the crewmen assembled, he dressed in a fashion that spoke of a low class upbringing making pretensions to wealth and privilege. Unlike his crew, though, the Captain wore it well. The sword that hung from his belt on his backside was ornately engraved and gilded with precious metals. It was clearly just for show.

The pair of long-barreled blaster pistols he wore on each hip were clearly not.

"An Honor Lantern on my ship," Yor said, his inky black eyes, too-wide mouth and rows of teeth making him resemble a shark eying his prey. "Truly a surprise. To what do I owe the pleasure, sir?"

"Pirates, Captain," Tomar said plainly, hands clasped behind him so that only Katma could see the flashes of his ring as it began scanning the ship. "Operating in mercantile ships so as to blend in with the regular traffic of the space lanes."

"Sounds like a nasty racket," the Captain grinned. His blue-grey skin wrinkled as his broad mouth widened. "As you can see, however, my men and I are more than capable of protecting our meager shipments of durasteel ore. And I wasn't aware Green Lanterns made a habit of babysitting independent freighters."

"Hardly, Captain," Tomar smiled curtly. "This is a courtesy call as much as anything. We were investigating these lesser-known shipping routes and came across your ship in the process. We merely thought we could warn you of what you might come across, and perhaps ask a few questions about certain vessels you may have seen in your previous dock."

"Certainly, but my time is important and we have deadlines to meet."

"Of course. But-- and this is really only a formality, but might I see your manifest? These pirates target shipments of very specific minerals and ores - I'm sure you would like to know if you were or weren't a prime target for them."

"Of course," the Captain said, his shark's grin still in place. The gleam in his eyes, though, took on a darker shine.

Katma looked to Tomar, trying to hide her concern. This was taking too long, and Tomar hadn't said anything about asking for their manifest. She could swear she saw a bead of sweat running down the back of his head from the base of his headfin. Something was going wrong.

"Hargley!" Captain Yor bellowed. "Show them the list."

Tomar took the datapad from the big XO's thick hand and scanned it quickly. Flipping pages on the digital readout, he nodded several times. Satisfied, he handed it back.

"I must ask you, Captain," he said, fists clenching behind his back. Katma took this as her signal to be ready to act. "How is it you managed to block my ring's scan?"

"…Pardon?" Yor asked, his grin faltering.

"My ring. You know I've been scanning, so let's skip that particular verbal dance and move ahead to the part where you tell me how you acquired a device capable of blocking my ring."

"You have me wrong, sir," Yor said in a tone that seemed to indicate the opposite.

"I have nothing wrong, you slaving scum. You think this phony manifest can fool somebody trained to look for the flaws? You think I couldn't count the number of guns bristling on the outside of this simple freighter? You've got bodies on this ship, sir, and we are here to liberate them."

At once, rifles and pistols were in the hands of all the crewmen behind the Captain and XO. The two ranking officers remained cool, though the shade of Yor's skin turned slightly more ruddy grey.

"If you attempt to enter the body of my ship without authorization or warrant, I'll hold you in contempt of Intergalactic Shipping Law, article 57, section F. It will be my right to defend myself with lethal force."

"Tomar--" Katma whispered behind him, betraying nothing to their enemies.

"You are misinformed, sir," Tomar said, eyes flaring. "Or simply ignorant. As an Honor Lantern, our mandate supercedes the restrictions of warrant law. If my judgment calls for a reasonable search, that is authorization enough. And if you think you'll be the first piece of slave-trading sprock I've shut down, you have no idea what you've got coming."

"It's war, then," Yor grunted. He drew both pistols and shouted a battle cry - "For the Black Circle!"

Tomar threw up a shield and turned to Katma. "These men aren't our priority! I downloaded the schematics of the ship into my ring and am copying them to yours. We must make for the cargo hold and protect the prisoners at all costs!"

"And the Captain?" she asked.

"He'll try to ash them somehow to eliminate the evidence. We have to slag their computers so he can't send a signal, then stop him from using the manual controls."

"Clear," she nodded. "Let's go!"
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The Green Lantern Corps:

1) Tomar Tu (E Tomar Re) - 111
2) E Katma Tui - 89

Total: 190

Vs.

The Pirate Crew:

1) Captain Yor (LE Mj. Christopher Summers) – 39
2) XO Hargley (E Raza) – 64
3) Liandre (LE Hepzibah) – 26
4) Hoss (R GCPD) – 20
5) Gandra (LE XP Electra) - 19
6) Boomer (E SWAT Heavy Weapons) - 21

Total: 189

The Slaves:

3) Pho
4) Turhk
5) Rei
6) Anto
7) Yarley
8) Giff
9) Kanis

Map: Training Complex


Scenario Rules:

--> All positions are pre-set, so consult the map link above before beginning play.

--> The primary objective of the Green Lanterns is to secure the prisoners safely. To that end, there are three ways the Slave Traders can succeed in “eliminating the evidence:”

1) The primary controls for the slave pen are in square M6, denoted by the Red Box. Captain Yor (and only the Captain) can activate it by standing in an adjacent square and spending a move action to do so. The Green Lanterns can stop it by either destroying the controls (doing 3 or more damage) or by moving adjacent and spending a move action to disable the controls.

2) The secondary controls for the slave pen are in square P21, denoted by the Blue Box. Captain Yor (and only the Captain) may activate the backup controls by standing in an adjacent square and spending a move action to do so. The Green Lanterns can stop it in the same way as with the primary controls. The Captain may not activate the secondary controls if the primary controls are still functioning.

3) If all else fails, the Slavers can “Manually” eliminate the evidence by killing the slaves themselves. This is their last resort, because doing so not only implicates them in slaving, but also in murder. The only way to fully protect themselves from being caught is to kill the slaves when no Green Lantern has LOS to either the killer or the victim.

Once the GL’s have eliminated both control boxes, their player may take control of the slaves. They have the same stats as the Pepper Pots bystander pog.

For every slave still alive at the end of the game, the GLC gain +1 TXP.

Looks fun!
Initiative: 2,5=7
Objects: 2,5=7

Villian anyone?

I'm new to this and trying to establish my validity. Can I play the villians if no one minds helping out a little?

Sure! Just post your opening rolls and lets get going! I will PM my email address. I have decided that for my games I am going all erolling. I hate looking at my rolls and thinking 'I can reroll that crit miss..." Easier if the rolls go to the other person and I just have to live with it.

Ok
INT- (6,2)8
OBJ- (4,2)6

Just so you know rs, since this is your first game and all..here in the RPSC we generally do honour rolls rather than using an online roller. Since this is not a competition between teams at all, and all just for fun, it's generally quicker and easier to just roll some real dice and type in the results.

However some players prefer to use an online roller anyway, which is entirely up to them. So don't feel like you need to use the online roller, but you can if you like.

Ok I have trimmed up the map so that the numbers match the recap. I have added my objects. All you have to do is add yours and post your move since you won the initiative.

The Green Lantern Corps:

1) Tomar Tu (E Tomar Re) - 111 B2
2) E Katma Tui - 89 A2

Total: 190

Vs.

The Pirate Crew:

1) Captain Yor (LE Mj. Christopher Summers) – 39 V24
2) XO Hargley (E Raza) – 64 W24
3) Liandre (LE Hepzibah) – 26 V25
4) Hoss (R GCPD) – 20 W25
5) Gandra (LE XP Electra) - 19 X25
6) Boomer (E SWAT Heavy Weapons) - 21 X24
{I shuffled the icons so the numbers correspond to the figures)

Total: 189

The Slaves:
A) Pho W6
B) Turhk X6
C) Rei W5
A) Anto X5
B) Yarley W4
C) Giff X4
9) Kanis X3

Objects:
HO: N11, Q11,
LO: U14

Map: Training Complex
http://www.ianparmenter.com/hcutils/...cp2=x-205y-340


Scenario Rules:

--> All positions are pre-set, so consult the map link above before beginning play.

--> The primary objective of the Green Lanterns is to secure the prisoners safely. To that end, there are three ways the Slave Traders can succeed in “eliminating the evidence:”

1) The primary controls for the slave pen are in square M6, denoted by the Red Box. Captain Yor (and only the Captain) can activate it by standing in an adjacent square and spending a move action to do so. The Green Lanterns can stop it by either destroying the controls (doing 3 or more damage) or by moving adjacent and spending a move action to disable the controls.

2) The secondary controls for the slave pen are in square P21, denoted by the Blue Box. Captain Yor (and only the Captain) may activate the backup controls by standing in an adjacent square and spending a move action to do so. The Green Lanterns can stop it in the same way as with the primary controls. The Captain may not activate the secondary controls if the primary controls are still functioning.

3) If all else fails, the Slavers can “Manually” eliminate the evidence by killing the slaves themselves. This is their last resort, because doing so not only implicates them in slaving, but also in murder. The only way to fully protect themselves from being caught is to kill the slaves when no Green Lantern has LOS to either the killer or the victim.

Once the GL’s have eliminated both control boxes, their player may take control of the slaves. They have the same stats as the Pepper Pots bystander pog.

For every slave still alive at the end of the game, the GLC gain +1 TXP.

Oh and when you use the map RS, you have to click 'Map Link' to update the URL and then copy and paste the new URL into your post on the thread here. That way when your opponent clicks the map link it will be updated with the changes you have made.

On the opening map my guys started in the top right? Am I top right or bottom right? Also is two or three moves per turn?
Thanks

Not sure about the starting position, but you always round off to the nearest 100 pt value to determine how many actions. Your team is 189pts which rounds off to 200, so 2 actions per turn.

Well I assumed that we stared in opposite corners when I redid the map, but the more I look at the map I think you might start in the upper right. I think I muddied the waters on this one. Sorry! I think here is what the map should look like:

http://www.ianparmenter.com/hcutils/...fcp2=x-203y253

Note I have changed my object placement!
HO: O5, P5,
LO: S14

NP I just wanted to make sure I wasn't confused as it happens often. Thanks will get moves posted tonight. Thanks.

http://www.ianparmenter.com/hcutils/...&t2=x-268y-326

Hope the map link works. Here is my move.

LO N,22
LO T,23
HO U,22

2) XO Hargley (E Raza 6/6) Move action to Q 5
1) Captain Yor (Summers 6/6) Move action to W 17

Turn 1b:
Free) Tomar Tu Perplexes his movement to 11.

1) Tomar Tu moves to J14

2) Katma Tui moves to J13

The Green Lantern Corps:

1) Tomar Tu (E Tomar Re) - 111 J14 @
2) E Katma Tui - 89 J13 @

Total: 190

Vs.

The Pirate Crew:

1) Captain Yor (LE Mj. Christopher Summers) – 39 W17 @
2) XO Hargley (E Raza) – 64 Q5 @
3) Liandre (LE Hepzibah) – 26 X5
4) Hoss (R GCPD) – 20 X4
5) Gandra (LE XP Electra) - 19 W4
6) Boomer (E SWAT Heavy Weapons) - 21 W6

Total: 189

The Slaves:
A) Pho
B) Turhk
C) Rei
A) Anto
B) Yarley
C) Giff
9) Kanis

Objects:
HO: N11, Q11, U22
LO: U14, N22, T23

Map: Training Complex
http://www.ianparmenter.com/hcutils/...8&t4=x-494y-94


Scenario Rules:

--> All positions are pre-set, so consult the map link above before beginning play.

--> The primary objective of the Green Lanterns is to secure the prisoners safely. To that end, there are three ways the Slave Traders can succeed in “eliminating the evidence:”

1) The primary controls for the slave pen are in square M6, denoted by the Red Box. Captain Yor (and only the Captain) can activate it by standing in an adjacent square and spending a move action to do so. The Green Lanterns can stop it by either destroying the controls (doing 3 or more damage) or by moving adjacent and spending a move action to disable the controls.

2) The secondary controls for the slave pen are in square P21, denoted by the Blue Box. Captain Yor (and only the Captain) may activate the backup controls by standing in an adjacent square and spending a move action to do so. The Green Lanterns can stop it in the same way as with the primary controls. The Captain may not activate the secondary controls if the primary controls are still functioning.

3) If all else fails, the Slavers can “Manually” eliminate the evidence by killing the slaves themselves. This is their last resort, because doing so not only implicates them in slaving, but also in murder. The only way to fully protect themselves from being caught is to kill the slaves when no Green Lantern has LOS to either the killer or the victim.

Once the GL’s have eliminated both control boxes, their player may take control of the slaves. They have the same stats as the Pepper Pots bystander pog.

For every slave still alive at the end of the game, the GLC gain +1 TXP.[/quote]

"The captain! Don't worry about the rest. Focus on him and getting the slaves in a protective shield!" He leaped into action flying across the huge ship at a breakneck pace. Katma Tui struggled to keep up with the racing Xudarian.