MS AS'KONI
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Chapter ❷
Almost immediately, I regretted taking this mission to help save a human religious/commercial festival.
I was stuck with four juvenile humans when we tried to break into a data facility and steal flight path records. If the humans didn't start mating uncontrollably - which was a clear and present risk with humans of this age - I possibly might be able to get through this without wanting to kill any of them.
"I have a headache," moaned the pink-haired one.
"Why am I even here?"
"Can't believe she's getting a million dollars."
Oh. Too late. I wanted them all dead. But then I wouldn't get paid. I just gritted my teeth and had to bear it. Two of them were their slightly-more-asari-like females, while the other two were males. Well, theoretically. Honestly, I was having problems telling their sexes apart. The males didn't have facial keratin, while the females were clearly both early in their puberty from their lack of bust. And to make matters worse, the two males both had black head-keratin. Have you ever noticed that human features all are incredibly similar?
At least the length of their head-keratin would help my translation software to get their pronouns correct. They'd probably whine if it made any mistakes.
And on top of that, Mr Sykes had informed me that there were properties about his homeworld which be unfriendly to the element-zero in my biotic nodules and my weapons. Apparently it was only stable in space, and spontaneously decayed outside of sterile lab conditions. That was complete bullshit. Physics doesn't work that way. I had no clue what the fuck was up with that place if that was the case. However, I decided to accept that as a risk, and so I'd brought some backup weapons which didn't rely on e-zero to operate.
Okay, they were high explosives. What? High explosives are useful. They make friends. Well, they kill enemies, and that's
basically the same thing.
I finished putting on my light armour, and flicked through the colours until I found Urban Camo - Night. I also checked that my helmet seal was working. Yes, I know a lot of stupid young Maidens think that they shouldn't wear helmets, but I like my brain and think it's better off without any punctures. Plus, on a human world, I'd draw less attention if they thought I was one of them.
And having done that, I went out to examine my 'team'. I wasn't impressed.
Some context would be useful, I think. Let me reiterate what was going to happen. We were headed to a ruined city called Moscow which had recently been attacked so we could look for information on the flight paths of this 'Santa Claus' in the archives of a building called the 'Kremlin'. There were possibly hostiles present. Mr Sykes had been very vague on that, like a lot of my employers tended to be, so I was assuming that there were enemies.
And what did the pubescent humans choose to wear? Taylor was wearing dark clothing and a gas mask, with no armour. Shinji was wearing a winter coat over some kind of skintight blue and white costume. And Louise was wearing
plate armour with a spiky helmet and a red tabard, apparently having forgotten that steel plate does very little against firearms.
No real armour. No guns. The sole weapon between them was the
staff Louise was carrying. Apparently I was being paid to assist in three suicides. And yet had to keep them alive. I turned and noticed Chrono behind me, looking similarly unimpressed. He was also carrying a staff as a weapon, but at least it looked like might have been some kind of energy weapon - albeit a horribly unergonomic one. Why had I taken this contract, exactly?
Mr Sykes apparently could read my body language well enough to realise that I wasn't happy with this stupid state of affairs. "The plate armour is demonic steel," he said hastily. "She says it can stop gunfire."
Under my helmet, I pursed my lips. "Why don't I have any
competent professionals accompanying me?" I asked, hardly acidly at all. "Why do I need to have a collection of pubescent humans following me around? I can work alone."
"I am a professional," Chrono said. "Although I share your concerns with the
others."
"I would be completely fine with not going to Moscow," Shinji said hastily, showing uncommon good sense for a human.
Mr Sykes looked decidedly awkward. "Your father insisted you be sent," he mumbled.
"Why are you doing what he says?" Shinji said. I agreed with him there.
"Uh… because I lost a game of poker to him and he's calling in a favour."
I winced. I understood his position a little better. I, too, had made the mistake of gambling with Gendo Ikari. The man's poker face was very annoying, and those glasses made it nearly impossible to read his eyes. And house rules at this bar meant you really, really didn't want to back out on your gambling debts. Otherwise the barman might get involved.
Shinji glowered. "Of course."
"Gambling like that is stupid," Chrono said smugly, leaning against the wall.
"So why the other two?" I asked. "Don't tell me you lost at gambling against their parents too?"
"No, no," Mr Sykes said confidently. "I'm well ahead against Karina. She's easy to read, and you just have to remember she doesn't know when to fold.. No, Louise is some of your heavy firepower. Theoretically."
"I'm psychic at the moment," the girl said. Her ridiculous armour clanked as she shook her head. "But when I'm channeling Malfean power or… um, raw Evil, I'm much better at controlling it. And get far fewer debilitating migraines."
I was reassured by that. No, wait, I wasn't.
"Don't worry," Mr Sykes said. "She signed a form saying that her Malfeas, a hell of green fire and chained evil world-creating beings, is not at all related to the Malfeas I'm familiar with which is a completely different hell of a trapped evil world-creating being which burns with green fire. And also that Evil magic is not necessarily evil. So I'm legally covered there."
I didn't care. "And her?" I asked.
"I'm your transport," Taylor said glumly. "Which is a good way of making someone feel valued. 'You're only useful because you can move the actually useful people around'. Just wonderful. I volunteer to help save Christmas and not only are
some people getting paid for it when I'm not, but I'm apparently most useful as transport."
Good. I saw she understood her function in life and wasn't about to get ideas above her station.
Chrono cleared his throat. "I can do my own dimensional translations," he said firmly, brushing unseen lint off his sleeves. "I'll head out alone to scout the location. It would exhaust me to carry all of you, though."
I agreed with that idea. I hate doing things without intel, and for all that he seemed short and young, at least he wasn't a rank incompetent like the other three. "Good idea," I said. "Report back if you discover anything I'll need to know." I paused. "Given all of that, why can't just he and I go?" I asked. "Why do I need her to actually come along," I said, nodding at Taylor, "rather than just providing transport?"
"She's an Orphan mage," Mr Sykes said, taking a seat and swirling a drink in its glass. "Her paradigm might not be the most… uh, useful, but she'll have have some useful tricks which shouldn't depend on equipment."
"Paradigm?" Taylor said, frowning. "What's that? And I'm not a mage. Or an orphan. My Dad's still alive."
"Orphan with a capital 'O'. And sure, you aren't a mage," Donald told her kindly. "And you're not a Reality Deviant despite the fact that you spawn physics-breaking demons from your mind and use them for RD-equivalents of hyperpsych and hyperspatial theory. I believe you."
"No, I'm really not a mage! Why do people keep insisting I am?" she protested. "That's a perfectly explainable and scientific parahuman power! Magic is… like, stuff in fantasy novels. Not something real."
Donald crossed his arms. "Only reality deviants make spirits with their mind," he said, and coughed and then said something which sounded a lot like "And noo-woo psychics."
"I find it stupid to say that magic isn't entirely explicable," Chrono said, glaring. "It's just applied mathematics."
"Yes, but you're a techno-Hermetic," Donald said. "You have the right methodology even if I might not agree with your axioms.
She just makes mind-demons."
"Sounds dangerous," Chrono said disapprovingly. "Unlicensed production of constructs is illegal. And if she's from a summoner lineage, I bet she hasn't even been properly tested for her capabilities. I'll have to tell her how to get in contact with the Bureau and properly be tested and registered. Last thing we need is another Nanoha Takamachi from your really annoying backwater."
I sighed. Humans. Why were they so stupid? "Are you quite done?" I asked, my patience getting quite thin. "Can we get going?"
"Well, do you have a photo of that place?" Taylor demanded. "I need a photo before I can find it with Watcher Doll and then open a rift with a barbed-wire angel. I don't know what to look for if I don't know what it looks like." She glanced back at us. "It takes me time to find a place when I've never been there before," she whined. "It's not my fault if you need to wait."
So we had to wait while she did… whatever she was doing, which seemed to largely involve muttering to herself and drawing things in a tattered notebook while staring at a picture. It took a long time, and it took longer because Mr Sykes insisted on flirting with me while we waited. Fortunately for him, I can tolerate this level of unwelcome attention as long as I'm being paid very well by the client. It really wasn't very fair at all. The other team had much faster ways of getting where they needed to go.
Finally, Taylor sighed, and an oval rip in the world appeared. It was dark on the other side, and a stark contrast to the well-lit bar.
Then it closed nearly immediately.
"... useful," I drawled.
"I can open it again much more easily," she protested.
Shinji coughed. "Um. Well done," he said. "Uh… should we go?"
Mr Sykes grinned at us all. Or possibly he was baring his teeth. "Good luck, everyone," he said.
"For Thessia," I said sarcastically, in a perfectly suited stroke of ironic comedy genius which none of the humans around me got because none of them had even heard of the planet.
"Who's Thessia?" Shinji asked, proving my point.
Once the portal was opened again, I ordered the humans through - so they'd take any ambush waiting for us - and then followed the, aiming my rifle.
The human city was a hellscape. It was night-time, but there was an orange glow illuminating the skies from below. We'd arrived in the middle of an open square and the buildings all around the edge were ruins. There were puddles of solidified glass on the floor, and I could feel the heat radiating off them even through my armour. Other bits of the ground were stained with bright blue acid which had eaten away at the paving, leaving chasms which were tens of metres across.
And then there were the thing which lay sunk into the deepest chasm, in the ruins of some large structure. Acid-stained white armour covered a humanoid form built to an incredible scale - taller than the buildings. I zoomed in on the severed arm which flopped out of the pit, and I could see machinery protruding from clearly-engineered flesh.
I was momentarily lost for words. I'd never seen something like that. What the fuck had happened here?
"Oh, Evas," Shinji said, looking at the destroyed combat units. "So they have them here, too. Or at least something similar. I don't recognise the model. I wonder what they were fighting." He looked nervously up at the sky. "Let's get this done before whatever it was comes back."
That seemed like quite a sensible idea, so we followed the markers on my HUD to the ruins of the Kremlin. The building had been slagged by some kind of starship-grade weapon and there was something which looked - amazingly - like a giant sword protruding from the ruins. It was probably just something normal like part of a starship, though.
"I wonder whose sword that was?" Shinji muttered.
I opened comms to the channel Chrono had told me to use when he left. "Come in," I ordered.
"Reading you," Chrono said. "My Device is getting a good signal from your comms relay. Transmitting the route I've found. Watch out - I've flagged some active hostiles on the map. I evaded them, but they're patrolling the upper levels. I've highlighted their common patrol routes."
"Understood. Have you found a safe rally point to meet up at?"
"Yes. Marked on the location as Rally Point A."
My goodness. A human who actually knew what they were doing. The shock was almost enough to make me faint. I supposed that given I had to handle three incompetents, I deserved someone who knew their cloaca from their mouth. Or whatever humans use for waste disposal.
"You three," I ordered them, "do exactly as I say. Keep quiet, keep low, and no whining. Or we might all get shot. I'm not a fan of that. Don't give yourself away."
"Okay," Taylor said from behind her gas mask, and she vanished from sight. No, she didn't do exactly that, but it's hard to describe what she did. She just… wasn't registering, and even though my HUD was highlighting her, it was really hard to remember what that blue marker was.
There were dead humans in the building, lying in the dusty rubble. I knelt by one. He'd been stabbed by some kind of heated blade. Maybe an omnitool? I wasn't sure if they had them here, but the burn marks were very similar.
I raised my hand. There was a noise at the edge of hearing. A heavy set of footsteps. It sounded like a biped from the way it stepped. Well, of that was what had killed these humans, I wanted to keep well clear of it.
Of course it was directly in the way of the path I had on my map. Of course. Because nothing is ever easy. Just marvellous.
I paused where I was, pressed up against the wall. "We have a hostile up ahead," I told my disordered 'squad'.
"There are two… things down there," Taylor whispered, reappearing.
"Things?" I asked. God, I hate working with amateurs. It's worse than working with the turian mob, because at least turians have been through military service and understand little things like 'actually providing useful fucking information about hostiles'.
"I don't know, okay?" she retorted. "Their minds are weird and slippery and weird, but…" she trailed off, breathing heavily. "They look like people," she said. "But their minds don't feel like people." She huffed. "Um, they're sort of down a level," she said. "Like, the thing up ahead comes out overlooking where they are. On a balcony or something."
"I can't sense anything," Louise said, before frowning. "But I can hear it. Or them."
Shinji said nothing, and thus managed to not irritate me further. I approved of that behaviour.
Keeping low, I crept forward with my weapon at the ready. Inching up to the structural pillar, I poked a cable out to look down below.
The two figures down below looked human to a first glance. I wasn't fooled. My combat VI software was getting pings off them that they were far denser than a human. Plus, the fact that half the skin on the head of the nearest one was missing to reveal a glowing red optical sensor and a metallic skull was also a clue.
Combat robots. Great.
Then they saw me through the full cover, which was complete varren-shit. They must have had some kind of built-in scanner, like geth units are meant to have. And multi-barrelled full-automatic weapons unfolded from their arms and then started shooting at me.
Even more great.
There are a lot of arrogant young Maidens who are too wowed by their capacity to do biotic microjumps and project a barrier that they forget that throwing yourself on your face when someone is shooting at you is a pretty good idea. I'm not one of them.
My back firmly against the nice solid cover, I checked my omnitool. I had a solid lock on that hostile. Whatever they were made of, it didn't stop thermal from acquiring them - even if their heat signature wasn't at all human. The noise was deafening as they opened up on my cover with those strange minigun things. They seemed to be viewing me as the main threat. Which was true, but not helpful.
"Help me!" I ordered my useless hangers-on. At the very least they might be able to draw some fire.
"K-keep back!" Louise stammered.
I wasn't quite sure exactly what happened, but a red glow illuminated the ceiling. Static washed over my HUD and there was a sinister crackling in my communications. It sounded like someone was trying to contact me, but it merely said;
UNKNOWN SOURCE
when I tried to ID it.
"Ow," Louise groaned. She was glowing like a biotic, except the light around her was red - the colour of human blood. She was on all fours, blood dripping from her nose onto the polished floor. "Hurts." She slumped back, leaning against the wall. "Something… something in that… it… it fights my magic. Managed something. Not sure what."
I risked a glance over the parapet. One of the machines had just… melted. Its flesh layer was spread all over the area, and the metal had melted and run. It was still trying to move, but it was a wreck. I lobbed several grenades down, and heard some very, very satisfying explosions.
Unfortunately, that only took the already-damaged one out. "Reality Deviance detected. Eliminate. Eliminate. Eliminate," the remaining machine stated in a monotone.
I heard a heavy clunk as something metallic bounced off the wall. My stomach turned circles and my eyes darkened as I saw the grenade fall in slow motion. The bastard apparently thought like me. My biotics were warming up but I wasn't going to be fast enough
The grenade vanished with a faint pop. An explosion shook the room, but it came from down there. Pulling myself up, I saw the metal figure reeling and opened up on it in full auto. The roar of my rifle made the dust dance. Sparks flew from its armour and it sagged down onto one knee.
And then my targeting reticle crashed and my rifle stopped firing. Red lights started flashing up on my HUD, warning of overheat and failure of cooling elements. I didn't need that to see it, because its heating elements were glowing red. Fuck. I dropped it and went for my shotgun.
The combat synth was faster. In an impossible leap it sprung up, smashing through the concrete barricade. I could see its gleaming red eyes, staring out from under its tattered layer of flesh and hear the whirr of its joints. It had red-hot metal claws protruding from the back of its hands, and they'd do all kinds of horrible things to my insides. I was about to die.
Yeah, fuck that.
I threw myself at the synth, triggering my biotics. I slammed into it in a flare of blue light, and it staggered backwards. That was enough for me to swing low and direct a fluctuating gravitational field into its legs with a sweeping kick, sending it to the ground. I didn't let up, slamming it again with a shredding field, before drawing my shotgun and pumping AP slugs into its head.
After four rounds, it stopped moving. I let my shotgun cool down, and then pulverised its limbs for good measure. That was it taken out. Good. Good.
Then I doubled over and threw up, barely managing to unseal my helmet before I did. I could taste blood in my mouth, and when I spat my spit was was blue.
Ow. Ow. Ow. What the fuck. I reluctantly conceded that Mr Sykes had known what he was talking about when he said there were funny things going on here. Okay, maybe sometimes rifles fail. That's just a thing that happens, even if I'd checked it before taking it here. But my medical VI was churning back reports, and apparently a pretty normal use of biotics had fucked me up. I had internal bleeding around all my e-zero nodules, and my bones were aching.
At least the cool, relaxing feeling of medigel was starting to seep through my body from the autoinjectors. That was something, at least. I managed to straighten up on my second try, and started picking through the bodies for a replacement weapon. If there was a risk of my shotgun failing too, I'd want to keep that for emergencies. I found a local rifle and took a few practice shots with it. Much worse than mine, but it'd have to do.
"Chrono," I opened up on comms. My voice was a croak. "I hit heavy resistance. The combat synths they're using are incredibly tough."
"I'm on my way," he said.