#maltusians

[blanddcheadcanons]

Faora-Ul is trans, she's not the only one and it doesn't matter to Kryptonians in general. This is because they don't reproduce Naturally. So why would someone transitioning even be a big deal in the slightest? They aren't even the only species who reproduce like this and have similar stances on Transhood.

Maltusians have been like this for millennia. Ronakar is trans as well.

While Martians did NOT reproduce like that, due to their shapeshifting nature, they also don't make a huge deal about being trans. Miss Martian and Martian Manhunter are both trans (Martian Manhunter was confirmed to be trans in one of the DCAU comics.)

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[kilowogcore]

The Little Blue Elephant In The Room

"Your bio says fascists are not allowed on Oa, but aren't the Guardians fascists?" The Guardians are all dead. Koyos killed 'em. They've been dead fer three years now. Oa belongs ta the people. Well, technically Oa belongs ta the United Planets and that's its own problem, but the Guardians are all dead is my point. And before you say anythin', yes, everyone thinks I'm dead too, but c'mon. I vanished in a' unexplained flare from the yellow power battery on Korugar, an' Hal wakes up three days later an' is told I'm dead but there's no body? Please. Even fer comics that's paper-thin. The fact that Hal buys it at all is testament ta bad writin'.

[evilminji]

@stealingyourbones Ooooh that WOULD work too? Since Earth technically invaded them first and is now trying to commit genocide. The ghost side, AT BEST has individual actors behaving badly. Individuals. And while they will need to face either GHOST or Galactic sentences for their crimes? You can't justify killing off what is clearly MULTIPLE GALAXYS or more, possibly ALL OF REALITY, because "oooh spooky dead people broke my sidewalks and I can't handle reminders of my own mortality!".

One planet, especially still developing planet like earth, does NOT get to declare war on behalf of all reality and desecrate THEIR DEAD RELATIVES AND FRIENDS. Danny could and probably DOES show up with previous Lanterns. As in "didn't he DIE?" "Yes, heroically. Saved an entire solar system from total collapse, billions of lives. They named a planet after him."

Like? Do you have ANY idea how many Green Lanterns become ghosts? How many Lanterns in general? Strong emotions at their final moments, unfinished business, a powerful reason to remain, remember? *gestures to half the dead members of the Green Lantern core, who came to back him because this is Important(tm) so they're willing to put every favor ever owed and any drop of remembered goodwill behind it.

And that's ON TOP of the entirely reasonable "we're not asking you to deal with the ENTIRE planet. Just at best a few countries ON IT! Loudly, visibly, and in a way they can't escape from. Justice. So they can't do this again."

Because you KNOW there are a lot of countries on Earth where "we are planning to attack your dead relatives and chop them open because we've decided they're non-sentient and no we won't give you a chance to verify that first." Would go over like throwing a brick at somebody's toddler while kicking grandma over into a trash pile. You know... super calmly with absolutely no rioting or foaming at the mouth.

To say NOTHING of the Representatives of Dead Planets (such as Krypton) who could ALSO come to make it a joint request. How many thousands of Representatives from worlds they could not save over the millennium? That stand next to the very Lanterns they lost, fighting valiantly to the very last, to save even a single soul, as those worlds BURNED? Are you going to fail them twice? Let them DIE twice? They are being invaded. They fear for the stability of the Universe itself.

A few governments are playing God on behalf of a creation. And have chosen to be monstrous gods. Every Lantern here, each one of YOU, could end up in their so called laboratories. Your very souls torn to pieces. Do the dead not deserve their peace? Is it not enough to die once? Tell us Gaurdians, look into the eyes of your dead Maltusian brothers and sisters, your fellow scientists from that first world to ever hold sentient life, and DARE justify for a second not intervening. Do not forget, the dead remember your sins. They were there for them.

Submitted Prompts #58

The Infinite Realms and Earth are on the verge of war from the GIWs actions.  Ghost King Danny has lost all trust in humans, but doesn’t want to go to war but has to solve this for his people. He goes to the Guardians of Oa, the leaders of the Green Lanterns. Hoping that the peacekeeping space police can receive their aid if he presents the Ghost Zone’s side of the story to them. 

[the-antiapocalyptic-man]

I love how you connect various characters and power sets to the lanterns and emotional spectrum, whether it’s the various lantern corps. Or the red, green and others from the swamp thing and animal man comics, and recently that amazing green arrow art, what other characters do you think tap into that same power source in the headverse? I’ve always wondered if the emotional spectrum is some filtered version of the source, or that maybe it has ties with the lords of order and chaos … I just get so inspired by your creativity it really lights a fire in me 😁

Always glad to inspire

so actually the Emotional Spectrum being a filtered version of the Source is exactly what I was thinking, but as a consequence of the eternal tension between the (Light) Source and The Great Darkness. The Darkness predates The Source and instinctively seeks to consume it, the site of contact between the two creating material reality (The "Pankosmos" or "Pankosmik"). The Source manifested consciousness in the form of The Presence (often conflated with the Christian God, but ultimately distinct) and life itself in the form of The Entity, filtering out into the Spectrum Entities, its "children" (Umbrax, Lovebird, Proselyte, Adara, Ion, Parallax, Ophidian, Butcher, and Raedan/Hate Machine) while the Great Darkness began mimic this process, creating Nekron and Barbatos, corrupting Eclipso, and manifesting an "Anti-Presence" or Primordial God of Darkness.

The Lords of Order and Chaos initially emerged from opposite sides of this divide (The Source and Gemworld for Order, The Great Darkness and Darkworld for Chaos) but the division blurred over eternity as being living in material reality grew beyond the Manichaen Us-Them Dichotomy of Light and Dark. Just as the multiverse is a product of the interaction between opposing forces, so is everything within it. The Source being released from its Wall would be just as devastating as the Great Darkness overtaking material reality, if not moreso. This came to a head twice in Proto-History and Hyper-Ancient human history with Krona's vision of the Empty Hand on Maltus, and again with Garn Daanuth and Garn Ahri'ahn (descended from the Omega Humanoids that populated the Garden of Eternity before it was rendered barren and became the Rock of Eternity) struggling over Darkworld leading to the deluge that sunk Atlantis, Lemuria and Mu and trapped Skartaris in a pocket dimension. Many of the refugees of the Garn Civil War ended up on Xerox (The Sorceror's World or "Gemworld") though Xerox itself wouldn't created until far into the future, unstuck from Hypertime by its overwhelming mystical energy.

Predating the Maltusians reverse-engineering Lantern technology from Volthoom, the Spectrum itself was wilder and less controlled, appearing like mystical fire and becoming the basis of the Starhearts. Obvs this powers Alan and Jade (Green), The Sorovs and the Church of Blood (Red), Cobalt Blue (Blue), The Amazons' Purple Ray (Violet), Despero (Indigo), and various Wizards and Warlocks (Orange and Yellow). The Black Flame is particularly dangerous, resurrecting the dead but sublimating their will entirely to Nerkon.

[o5-10]

Maltusians.

[strangeduckpaper]

hi, your e136 look pretty cool! I wanna ask, how did Jessica Cruz and Simon Baz get to being the second Jade and Obsidian?

Wherever there is light, shadow will bloom in its absence. The Intrinsic Light, parts of which would be harnessed by the Oans to eventually create the Green Lantern Corps, would be no exception. Volthoom, a lantern during the Maltusian Imperial Era, would seek to explore this Great Darkness, bypassing the safeguards of his Ring to do so. He would be found out, of course, separated from his Ring and imprisoned, but the Ring would disappear into the far reaches of space.

Eventually reaching Earth.

In some worlds, the Ring of Volthoom would empower the Power Ring of the Crime Syndicate.

In E136, the unfortunate human it found was Jessica Cruz. After a period controlled by the Ring, Jessica would find the will to wrest control of her body from the Ring, if only temporarily, causing the Ring to self destruct as one last act of spite, catching good samaritan street racer Simon Baz in the blast when he volunteered to drive Jessica away from populated areas.

Fortunately both would survive, though the blast would inexorably link Jessica with the Green Realm of the Light and Simon with the Darklands, giving them powers parity to Jade and Obsidian, sibling superheroes active in the latter half of the 20th century, powers that would grow uncontrollable unless they stayed in relatively close contact.

Bound by chance, the duo would eventually become heroes by choice, serving as partners in crime (stopping)...and eventually life.

They may end up having kids, but I'm not certain. They're married as fuck though.

[twofacedtrickery]

Mhm, fair! Going from bug to very human-like (and maybe somewhat canid?) is an interesting way for evolution to turn out! I guess another connection between the two would be genetic experiments?

Indeed. The Maltusians reproduce only through test tubes, I don't know about Psions, but that is theoretically possible. The reasons for it are different though.

[megamindsupremacy]

Since your blog now hosts more info on the AU then mine, I'll let you choose something: I want the Centurions to have a Guardian as their Green Lantern rep. I am stuck between far past Maltusian named Ekron (of Emerald Eye fame) who is dressed sort of like Conan the Barbarian, but with green tattoos and a wizard staff, or far future child of a Zamaron and an Oan named the Guard of Oa.

(honestly, since I want the AU full of alternate characters any ideas are welcome lol)

HMMM I'm going to go with Ekron, mostly because of his eye and everything that goes on in his future regarding the Magic Eye Staff

[theblehthatbloos]

A normal person, a prude that's still cool with freaks, and a Maltusian have their conversations transcribed by an amused observer

Disgust has absolutely no ethical weight. If you are basing your ethical positions on the emotion of disgust you should stop, it is entirely unjustified and leads to a huge amount of harm.

[fefeman]

cartoon antagonist : *has cynical views based on questionable philosophy like social darwinism, maltusianism, fatalism & shit like that.*

Every morron on social media : "wow, it's so incredible how the antagonist was right. So correct, so wise!"

[blanddcheadcanons]

The Guardians of the Universe forgot their native language. They are so dependent on the Emotional Lights and their own telepathy that they forgot it.

Most of them have extremely thick accents without the light and their telepathy. So if they lose both, they wouldn't even be able to understand themselves properly.

The only exception is Appa Ali Apsa who spent time on Earth and to not freak people out, he actually took time to learn a few of Earth's languages so if he meets nontelepaths and he can't tap into the spectrum, he's still able to talk. His accent is still very thick but he at least understands himself.

[who-is-muses]

... Dead... Yes, dead. So many dead.

He can’t even picture them all, his mind only conjuring the sharp scent of Maltusian blood and decaying rot.

There are no scents in space, the bodies of his people and planet just cosmic debris. Where was the rot coming from?

He can't place it, can't call the source from the infernal, churning sea of his memory- Until the image overlays itself upon what his eyes see before him now, squinting at the vision as if to clear it away. That idiot had killed himself, killed him long before that. He still doesn't regret driving him to do it, hands around his throat superior to any noose. The idea of requesting he do it again forms itself at the back of Thaal’s throat.

"We should both be dead." The voice that leaves his throat doesn't even sound like him, too thin and raw and horrifically quiet for his prior actions. Now stilled, staring at- almost through this phantasm.

Maybe he is dead. Himself. Hal. Both of them? Or he's simply lost his damn mind once and for all. A part of him- deep in his subconscious- registers the acute psychological shock and its encroaching grasp of catatonia, but his instincts are much louder in their urging to push it down. Push it down, don't let anyone manipulate it, crush it into energy only he can use. Put your walls back up, get them up, too close, block it out, out, out-

He can remember so clearly what that Earth desert smelled like for a moment, the scent of Hal so vivid he's genuinely fooled for a second and then it's gone. There are no scents in space.

He's too close.

In less than a second, he's lunging for the fake's neck, burgundy lips tearing to make room for too many serrated needles of teeth, claws more wicked blades now. Mutual destruction has only ever been the way.

Hitting the wall of energy at full force knocks the air from Thaal's lungs, stinging in a way beyond physical injury, but he will give no ground. He refuses. Refuses.

The recognition is struck down in his chest, twisting the knife deep with merciless hatred. His very essence is still too raw, constricting tight around that old impurity with no care if it outright shatters. Crackling shrapnel explodes from Thaal's body to pierce through the construct claw- and anything else unfortunately within range- as he fights against the would-be binding. Pushes further, harder against that barrier. Shapes claws of his own to shred at energy and words alike.

At the notion of being all but assimilated, he can feel Parallax double back on itself, trying to force itself deeper into him than he'll let it. The unsettling of Fear Itself augments his power- power which he'll sooner extinguish in its entirety than allow this offprint to utilize even a modicum of. He'd gladly wipe them both from the entire multiverse.

He isn't sure who whispers the temptation of just lying down, but he forces it out through his ring with explosive force. Aiming directly for that mockery of a face.

It won't accomplish much. He doesn't care.

Parallax writhes within him.

[legends-live-in-memories]

“How Did All This Happen?”- A Memoire by one Marinette Dupain-Cheng 1

Soooooo I decided to write this. much longer than the other things i posted, also very tonally different. I will definitely continue that other fic tho. I was just brainstorming and now this exists. Yeah.

 without further ado

Part 2 Part 3 Part 4 Part 5 Part 6 Part 7 Part 8

People Fucked Up and Now It’s All Marinette’s Mess to Clean Up I

This was not how Marinette planned for her night to go. Granted, she also could not envision it going literally any other way. The woes of making a deal with the hell-raiser himself, John Constantine, she supposes. She truly hoped Adrien was having a much better time than her with his cousin in London. After the circus that was the past three years, he deserved some reprieve, even if it was with his bratty doppelganger. Regardless, Marinette. Was. Not. Pleased. No matter how many times she thinks over her plan, recalculates every step and decision, she could not fathom this night ending well for her, or anyone really, but mostly her. And no amount of old Ladybug or Guardian luck could help her. Now, if one were to wonder what kind of tragedy had befallen Marinette on this disgraceful night, a brief history of the last three months could enlighten such a person. Or better yet, let’s start at the beginning. The Real Beginning.

So, things existed. Obviously. First there was nothing, and then, something. And as more things began to exist, as new schools of knowledge and concepts and ideas began to, well, exist, Kwamis formed as well. Each Kwami was the physical manifestation of these ideas or abstracts. Creation was the first, coupled with Destruction. And as more things began to exist, more things began needing to be protected. Thus, the Kwami of Protection. This went on. For a while. Soon thereafter there were Kwamis of all types. Jubilation, Time, Strength, etc, etc, and etc. Now these Kwamis did not linger in one spot. They roamed across the far stretches of existence and interacted with the life they found.

Some Kwamis decided to form a magical pact which intergalactic historians would later dub the Emotional Electromagnetic Spectrum. Sounds familiar? The Kwamis themselves were completely blissfully unaware of this title, lest they would have explained to these beings, Maltusians they were called, that they were not in fact, electromagnetic but more so a part of the Powers that Be. Kind of. But this side-story involves the formation of a few universally known Lantern Corps, and that is a barrel of monkeys our exasperated narrator does not want to touch with a ten-foot pole. Or ever.

Other Kwamis, who stuck close to what would become known as the Milky Way, were discovered by a mage who granted them the ability to interact with humans. This mage— and Marinette was silently cursing his descendants, herself included, for if it weren’t for this absolute mad lad, none of the subsequent events of this night would have transcribed—had bound the Kwamis to magical jewelry called Miraculouses. An interesting side effect of these Kwamis being bound to the miraculouses was that the wearer could call upon the powers of the Kwamis for their own usage. The mage feared what could become of the world if this kind of power became so easily accessible, so he created the Order of the Guardians. The Order was dedicated to training young mages to protect, wield and harvest the powers of the miraculouses. The Order swore to true neutrality; wishing not to impose their will on one side or the other, to maintain balance and to not upset the natural order of the world. 

This went surprisingly well for a few millennia, that is, of course, if you ignore the sinking of Atlantis, the extinction of the dinosaurs, the Black Plague, the creation of the Lazarus Pits, Pompeii, to name a few completely egregious instances—not necessarily in order of course—and well, the point stands that it could have been astronomically worse. Until it was.  

One young mage and Guardian in training had caused the downfall of almost the entire Order of the Guardians. All the centuries of history, teachings, artifacts and even the people at the head temple, were lost to the calamity. Dozens of Miraculous Boxes were lost, destroyed in the fray. The Kwamis themselves were relatively unaffected, being immortal and all, but the magical jewelry binding them to the earth were broken, thus those Kwamis were lost to mankind once again. Only one singular box, and the young mage himself, survived. The new Guardian of one miraculous box was left to scour the earth in solitude. Well, about as much solitude one could have with 17 pocket gods as company. The fact that the only box that survived was missing two more miraculouses caused the already stressed guardian to grey further. But that tidbit of information would be a problem for later. And for someone else entirely too. Oh joy.

But before that sequence of events, aptly named “Marinette’s Trial by Fire,” however, the young guardian had a couple more life mistakes to make before he reached his internal quota apparently. Rather than travel to another sector of the Order on the other side of the earth, this young mage stumbled upon another organization, one similar in architecture and hierarchy but a pendulum swing in the total moral opposite. Yes, that’s right, the guardian found himself upon the League of Shadows, led by Ra’s Al Ghul in his endeavor of global cleansing; by acts of ecoterrorism, but who sweats the small stuff, right? There, the young guardian, who adopted the name of Wang Fu, met his first love Ming Hong and they had a son. The son had a daughter he named Mei. Now Mei was only a few weeks younger than Ra’s Al Ghul’s grandson, Damian. Now with an appropriate heir, and someone to procreate with said heir, Ra’s Al Ghul gained a special interest in the small Fu family that originally flew under the radar of the League. 

Now this is where things continue to go downhill, but not until much, much later in this story. Ra’s Al Ghul, despite his radical ambitions, was particularly good at playing the long game and understood when he couldn’t accomplish a task directly. This being said, he recognized that, due to prolonged exposure to the Lazarus Pits, his soul could not bear the strain of being a wielder of a miraculous and so he waited. Waited until a suitable heir was sired and could copulate with an heir to the guardian of the miraculous box, desiring to create a bloodline of genetically suitable successors and wielders who were loyal to him and his cause. 

Ra’s ordered for the Fu family to have a place on his court and ordered for Mei Fu to be trained in mastering the secrets of the miraculous. And master she did. By age 6 she was fluent in the coded language of the magical text, or as fluent a 6 year old can be in any language, and she had mastered 7 out the 17 miraculouses. By age 10 she was as skilled as the grandson of the Demon Head in combat and could handle simultaneous wear of 3 miraculouses. Her training, however, had to be put on hold as somebody thought usurping the Demon Head was of the utmost importance that glorious Tuesday and staged a coup. She wished Deathstroke had lost more than an eye that day, but a girl can dream she supposes. Mei and her grandfather were separated from the rest of the League and journeyed west. Somehow they ended up in Paris, France. After one too many run ins with the authorities, Mei was removed from her grandfather, who was deemed too unfit to support her. It was a miracle he wasn’t deported. 

Mei was put into protective custody where she resided until she was 13. Recently adopted, and thoroughly done with the plebeians of her daily encounters, Mei Fu became Marinette Dupain-Cheng, daughter of the best bakers in Paris. All was well and good for the new Dupain-Cheng until the start of the new school year. 

She met her grandfather again. And apparently he had a job for her and her soon to be new partner.

Hawkmoth, that bitch, had somehow acquired the two last surviving miraculouses and the only surviving grimoire and thought domestic terrorism was on the agenda for the next few years. Why? Because investing in a family therapist was too much of an inconvenience for local recluse, Gabriel McFucking Agreste, Marinette would shortly learn. 

After dealing with all of that and juggling between her reignited guardian training, and ‘normal’ girl life—because her parents don’t know that she’s a magical girl in the making—, Marinette was ready to sleep for a thousand years. Or commit murder. Whichever gave her enough serotonin to complete her current passion project. But, alas, no rest for the totally-over-it or however that saying goes. Because after declaring Paris safe once again, sending off her brother-in-arms, Adrien Agreste, to family in London (marginally decent but anything beats the abusive prick of a sperm donor), in waltz one drunken John Constantine.

Ah yes. Him. That absolute bastard who doesn’t deserve nice things in life. That guy.

This unpleasantry approached Master Fu and Marinette, who has been regulated to errand-girl in lieu of training, with a job that he proclaimed that only one blessed with magic, and specifically NOT connected to the Justice League could accomplish. Apparently, a group called the Cult of the Kobra resided on Santa Prisca and was in possession of a dangerous magical artifact that had been the backbone of their organization for years. Constantine came to them asking them for assistance in retrieving it as the Justice League could not interfere in the Caribbean due to new UN legislation. It was a mission of utmost urgency for he feared the cult leader, Kobra himself, was planning on enacting a ritual that could bring calamity to Earth. Which is just what the doctor ordered. Not. In exchange, he agreed to add to her magical training as while master Fu was good, he was still young when he ran away from his problems the first time and thus was limited in his magical knowledge.

That was three months ago. Three months of planning, training, and convincing her parents that letting her go on an extended retreat for an undetermined amount of time with her mostly absent biological grandfather was totally reasonable for the seventeen year old to do. Like, come on. She’s almost old enough to drink, almost ready for university and has been praised for her independence and self-sufficiency for years. She’ll be fine is what she told her parents and she was almost able to convince herself of that too. She would be perfectly fine. Right?

Wrong.

Marinette was anything but fine. She was stressed, she was tired and she was abso-fucking-lutely pissed at anything that even breathed in her direction. Why? Well that brings us back to the beginning of the story when everything on this mission did not go according to plan. So here she was along what was once upon a time the eastern coastline of Santa Prisca. Oh and look. The Junior Justice League has arrived.

Purrrrfect. 

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@deathwishy @neakco  @ virtualreading  @f-rget-lt @your-resident-chicken-nugget

[the-antiapocalyptic-man]

Lantern Hal Jordan, The Spectre of the Old Corps, revived via Forbidden Maltusian Necromancy by Krona

[fantajoseph]

Effigy and the Blackstars should be the Controllers attempts to connect to the Red Light of Rage. Their costumes are red, they make energy more wild than Green Lanterns, often too wild to form into constructs and like corrosive fire, and it leads to a fun symmetry of the Maltusians: the Guardians in the middle with Green, the Zamarons on one side with Violet, believing the Guardians were grasping too hard at universal order, forgetting what it was like to live, and Controllers on the other, believing that the Guardians had not gone far enough. Plus like, the key to the Red Light turned out to be magic, so you have that angle on why Atrocitus succeeded where they fell short.

[strangeduckpaper]

E136: Scarabs

The Scarabs are ferrofluidic nanotech “multitools” employed by the expansionist galactic polity known as the Reach. Invented by the “Old Reach” to act as a counter to the Emerald Knights of the Maltusian Empire, the Scarabs were designed to allow the user the widest possible array of weaponry short of the “imaginary” limits of Lantern Rings. 

Two such scarabs would find themselves entangled in the history of the Sol System. The first, Khaji Da, would find itself on Earth in New Kingdom Egypt. It sought to take advantage of the pre-existing scarab imagery present in Egyptian Religion, though both Scarab and wielder would end up fighting on Earth’s behalf during Darkseid’s first invasion. Khaji Da would lose its user and knowledge of its initial purpose in the resulting conflict, eventually disappearing into the sands of time...

Khaji Da’s involvement in Earth’s defense would not go unnoticed by the Empire of Anti-Life, and the Old Reach would find itself ground to dust under the locust hordes of Parademons. The technology to create Scarabs would be lost for eons, the remaining devices becoming objects of reverence and conflict.

With the rise of the modern Reach Authority, the Scarabs would be restored to their initial role as one man armies, arrayed against the more pacifistic Green Lantern Corps. And initially at least, the Lanterns would be found wanting. 

It is during this period when the Scarab belonging to a Reach “Ringkiller”, known as the Emerald’s Bane would meet their end at the hands of Volthoom, the Martian Lantern of Sector 2814 at the time. The somewhat...unscrupulous (to put it it lightly) Lantern would take the Scarab and add it to the pages of Martian folklore as one of his nine great treasures.

But as time passed, the Lanterns rallied and forced the Reach to the negotiating table, and Earth and Mars continued their nigh eternal rotation around a shared sun, the Scarabs of Sol would sleep in obscurity. At least until the 20th century...

The Scarabs initially came in three colors, denoting different roles, though high ranking agents took on custom colorings (Such as the Green coloration taken by Scarab wielders who slew multiple Lanterns, given the name Ringkillers)

Blue-types were scouts and infiltrators, designed to undermine and prepare worlds for invasion. To achieve this, Blue Scarabs given much more comprehensive (and fanatical) onboard AI, enough to earn individual names, designed to override the free will of the beings they bonded too. The most common of the surviving Scarabs, possibly due to their nature as lone operators who wouldn’t have been deployed on the front lines against the Apokalypse.

Black-types were frontline warriors and shock troops, often thought of as superior in combat ability to their Blue counterparts, and bonded only to the most loyal and skilled Reach Warriors, vs the “auxiliary” nature of the Blues and thus not given overriding AI. At modern telling, very few Black-types survive, forcing the Reach to fall back on Blue-types, with the remaining Black-types only given to Champions of the Reach.

Red-type scarabs were a breed apart from their brethren, designed with scientific study and research in mind instead of combat or conquest. A precious few survived to the modern day, coveted heavily by the techpriests of the Reach’s mixed religious/researcher caste.

Other types: Gold & Silver(Artificial) Green(Black & Blue type Scarabs given a custom recoloring to denote the device has been used to kill multiple Lanterns. At present, only 20 exist, wielded by the Reach Throneguard).