Unlimited Immersive (lol) Gameplay (DC Universe with Modded Skyrim SI)

"Unusual weather" wasn't the most common reason a planet's governing authority would give a patrolling Green Lantern when requesting a planetary inspection, yet it was a significant enough cause for him to alter his starship's course through its navigational system.

It wouldn't be the first time that weather anomalies led to a greater disaster down the line.

Other than planetary and environmental shifts, anomalies such as these could occur as a side-effect of various schemes by malevolent third-parties, as history throughout the known universe has shown.

Eventually, his ring discovered the cause of the weather anomaly, it turned out that his suspicion of a third-party being involved was correct.

The malevolent part was…

"Oh thank fu-uuudge!" The male human corrected his words mid-sentence, seemingly after recalling the presence of the three young children around him, "You're finally here! I have been Shouting for 54 hours, ah, where's my mead?"

...Debatable.

It was an impossible sight. A human (as his ring had informed him) should not be in this space sector, of all places, unless certain alien species had abducted them for various reasons.

"Here dad!" A young male child (of a yet to be identified, but suspiciously similar looking species) handed the human a bottle, that seemingly contained a manufactured liquid of sorts, "I had your disgusting home-brewed mead chilled in preparation for this occasion."

"Urgh, you uncultured little… this is a drink for REAL NORDS! You're never going to class as a proper Nord warrior like you wanted if you never learn to drink mead. Ahh, that hit the spot!"

"After listening to my dearest sisters, I have decided to learn a bit of magic and become a respectable warrior mage."

"Josh! What did I say about being a filthy casual?"

In all his years, he had never quite heard such phrases before, and was rather stumped on how those two words could be combined to denote an entirely different, yet to be discerned, meaning.

"I quote, "Don't be a filthy cheating casual like me.""

"Good boy."

The human placed his hand on the young child's head and rubbed it in a display of affection. To their side, two young females of a similar age to the other child frowned in an odd manner.

"Not that this isn't interesting, but for the sake of time and this planet's peace… could someone explain to me why is it that all this…"

Abin Sur gestured to the dozens of cyclones surrounding the camp they were situated at, far removed from any signs of intelligent life, moving in a controlled pattern that made it quite clear that this entire situation was instigated with deliberate intention.

"... has been done. And how is it that you are controlling this planet's weather to this extent? If this is the work of a device, then I must insist that you surrender it peacefully or I will confiscate it."

"Hey Mister Green Lantern! You're supposed to introduce yourself first, and, and… say something like… "you have committed crimes against the Universe and its people. What say you in your defense?"" The more courageous one of the two female children had stepped up and made her complaint to him.

This is shaping up to be one of those unusual cases where simply being a Green Lantern wasn't enough to command sufficient respect to address the situation at hand with utmost seriousness.

Abin Sur looked at the young child, and said, "It gets old after dealing with your first few starship vandals."

The vandals had the nerve to laugh at him after delivering that admittedly, overly grave words for what could be constituted as a minor offence. At present, he resolved to simply deal with minor cases like these by arresting them first, before reciting their galactic rights.

"Hahaha! Oh man, I could just imagine that…" The human male laughed and held out his hand, "I'm Vadim, nice to meet you. Sorry for the trouble but the locals were an eight out of ten on the xenophobia scale, so we couldn't get transport off the planet unless we made a scene."

"Dad could have just stolen a ship." The male child grumbled, impatient that this roundabout course of action had taken place, instead of a direct resolution to their problem.

"Of course father could! I bet he could even steal that ring off this galactic police's finger." The out-spoken female child seemed to have an exaggerated opinion of her father's skill.

"B-but… that would be illegal." The other female child responded softly.

"Exactly, my dear Gabriel. As a father, it is my job to set a good example for you children, and that includes not committing a crime that is explicitly illegal."

The Green Lantern had mixed feelings about that. On one hand, Vadim hadn't committed any direct violence or crimes, as manipulating the weather in a surprisingly non-destructive (the many cyclones didn't seem to cause any meaningful damage) manner wasn't against the planetary laws… on the other hand, this was only from the point of view that took the position of a very literal interpretation of the written laws.

At most, this could only count as a public disturbance, among other few minor offences.

All in all, he seemed to be a good man trying to make the best out of a bad situation.

Vadim gave a look that promised severe admonishment to his other two children, making them bow their heads slightly, before the male child raised his head to retort back.

"Yes, well, you pickpocket people all the time!"

"That's to grind my Pickpocketing skills back up, and besides, I put everything back in their pocket a minute later. That's pretty much the same as picking up someone's trash and giving it back to them later."

Never mind. Turns out that Vadim is a criminal after all.

"For the sake of actually progressing this conversation, I will ignore what was just said and instead, request your attention on the weather anomalies you have instigated."

"Right, right, sorry officer."

The human took a step back and raised his head, facing the skies, and opened his mouth.

His ring warned him of an unusual energy being brought forth a second too late.

"LOK VAH KOOR!"

Abin Sur raised a shield to defend himself only to find that it was unnecessary, as the pulse of near undetectable energies had faded immediately, leaving only… clear skies.

"What was that?!"

"That, officer, is my so-called weather altering device. Anyways, I don't believe you have introduced yourself."

"It's Abin Sur. Now, what was-"

"Hold up. These are my children, Josh, Layla and Gabriel."

"We can introduced ourselves just fine! My full name is Jur-Soh."

"Layla Kor-Vin! Future Archmage of Space and Time!"

"Um… Gabriel Ma-Lei."

Abin Sur slapped his forehead.

Vadim had just graduated from petty thief with unusual powers to intergalactic kidnapper of Kryptonian children!

Krypton was known for being one of the most advanced species of all the galaxy, having once conquered a good amount of it in ancient times, before their policy turned towards isolationism. Their genetic sequence was complex to the point where the fact that his ring took this long to even give him an "in-progress" message, should have been indication enough that they were Kryptonians.

Needless to say, combined with their notoriety for decimating star fleets under a yellow sun, a lot of people were "interested" in their genetics. Safeguarding their citizens was something the Kryptonians took very seriously, and from what he remembered, a Kryptonian has yet to leave the planet ever since all the expedition groups were recalled many centuries ago.

And for these children to be raised outside of Krypton (how else could he explain the lack of casual xenophobia, at the very least) by this man… the most likely conclusion would be that he was a skilled smuggler or intergalactic criminal of many, many talents.

That made the human dangerous, and from what he had seen about the human's uncatalogued powers, even if Vadim was entirely benign, Abin Sur still needed to ensure the human returned to Oa with him.

By force, if necessary.

"Wait, I have a perfectly logical reason for this. Firstly, I am not a pedophile-"

"Please, sir. I won't, I can't do any harm. All I'm asking is for a chance to speak with the authorities to negotiate for a ship out of this planet."

The soldier groaned and rubbed his brow, shaking his head before making his final decision, "Okay, fine. I never saw you. You're probably a hallucination anyway."

"Thank you, thank you. May Rao bless your soul!"

I followed the dialogue choices that appeared in my head and cheered at the successful persuasion attempt!

Thank goodness I hadn't made my Speech skill "Legendary" yet another time, and had it up at 100 (plus all the other Legendary modifiers and Speech enhancing equipment on my person) instead of it's resetted value.

From what I could tell, ever since waking up on Krypton, I had become my Skyrim character with most of the mechanics that entailed. This included skill values, inventory, and various abilities that interacted with the DC universe… mostly seamlessly… okay, it was buggy as hell and hilariously convenient on the other end of the scale.

On the downside, Jor-El was alive at this time (thank you random NPC chatter), which meant the planet was going to blow up!

A quest appeared in my mind, "Escape Krypton! Before you get spaced!"

Optional objectives include saving as many Kryptonians as possible.

"You're under arrest for crimes against Krypton and its people. What say you in your defense?"

"How the fuck does "insanity" count as one-way trip to the Phantom Zone! How about I pay you some Krypton Kredits and you look the other way?"

"Guards! Arrest him!"

I landed myself in the Phantom Zone upon several failed attempts to convince the ruling council of Krypton's imminent destruction even after utilizing the full power of my Speech skill, various mind altering abilities and going through several side quests to improve my relationship with various prominent houses.

Needless to say, I escaped every single time. I had added the space-time magic mod to my game, thankfully, so I could simply escape through the marker placed on Krypton. I couldn't escape the planet with just those magics as teleportation had significant restrictions, and the marker based teleportation required me to actually have a marker on another planet first.

But it was more than useful for escaping prison zones.

Anyways, I gave up on the Kryptonians, as their hard-hearts were clearly scripted, so my efforts would be for nought. The entire endeavor would have been wasted time if it weren't for the fact that I acquired a lot of technological knowledge and rewards from the various quests and "pickpocketing practice".

In any case, I was being an idiot. There was no point in getting a Kryptonian out of the planet, and bring them along with me to Earth, as most of them wouldn't even survive the atmosphere there without being born in a specialized birthing matrix.

I came to the conclusion that I should focus on saving some children, or at least preserve some of their race.

It came with a side benefit of having some home-grown followers that I could try assigning the "Essential" status to (might as well see if I could extend my gameplay mechanics to friends), that would also be hilariously OP under certain conditions.

Through a lot of planning and cheating with Shouts (thank goodness the Unlimited Shouts mod applied, like so many other mods), I managed to make a copy of Jor-El's plans, adapted it to my use, broke into their "Population Control Facility" (aka, where they freeze unplanned fetuses), stole a handful of children and stuffed them into my homemade Birthing Matrix before finally escaping Krypton.

And then I got attacked by dragons.

Just kidding. They were fucking space pirates.

Of course, I managed to slaughter them all easily enough, I was well over Level 150 (and I was still uncapped) and my stats translated to "country destroying one-man army" tier battle prowess.

Unfortunately, both ships were damaged, and I was forced to take the emergency pod. I ended up crash landing on yet another racist alien planet. At that time, however, my little Kryptonian children emerge from their birthing chambers and I couldn't exactly carry them into battle with me (they also fucked up my Sneaking capabilities) or risk side effects of exposing them to too much magicka.

It was only after they grew up to a certain age that I managed to grant them the rank of Follower (Essential), and initiated my plan to get us to Earth safely, where they could grow strong by grinding on an endless mook and quest buffet.

Oh, and get super-powered by the sun too. Anything for my precious children!

Josh will need some Bat-Dad discipline from the legend himself, however.

Fucking smart-ass. Always dissing my 200% SLAV brewing techniques.

"... So you expect me to believe that you escaped the Phantom Zone multiple times, predicted the destruction of Krypton that is only believed by a single scientist-"

"-and wife! Respect women!"

"... and his wife. Then you kidnapped-"

"Rescued."

"-unborn Kryptonian children to give them a "full life" under a yellow sun where they will grow into immortal demi-gods. And you have apparently never killed anyone that "wasn't asking for it."

"Dovah's honor."

"You're under arrest."

"Come on, Abin, buddy. You don't have to do this. I can help you too. Remember the Blackest Night?"

And now he really wanted to arrest me so that I can testify at Oa to prove him right.

Like, hell no, I'm not stepping foot on that planet run by magic haters (understatement of the beginning of time).

I'm pretty sure the event would be scripted as "DLC" anyways, so it may as well be inevitable, which means that I would get my children sent back to a doomed planet and end up incarcerated somehow (if I didn't resist in a lethal and unrestrained manner) for absolutely nothing.

I really, really, didn't want to do this.

But I suppose this would be a lesson to the kids on doing what is necessary in spite of personal distaste. I won't let them follow the "never crossing the line" DC comic superhero code.

They won't be happy with it anyways. Josh wants to be a sophisticated Warrior specced character, Layla has the signs of a chuuni mage and Gabriel was probably shaping up to be a Yandere with all the perks in Stealth she was taking.

All paths lead to Stealth Archer.

"GOL HAH!"

I give him an A+ for effort, his strong willpower (as part of his job requirement) allowed him to resist somewhat.

Unfortunately for him, I play Modded Skyrim for "fun".

He was compliant after the third shout.

I love it when I can spam like a filthy casual.