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A Worm in the Gulch (Worm/Red vs. Blue)

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WHat was Taylor's power again? The teleporting between Blood Gutch and BB?
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She actually triggered with one of Abaddon's shards. Specifically the one that allows the user to "step between worlds."
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I'm assuming the reason she hasn't been able to use it since is because her Shard accidentally sent her out of its preset range; they usually aren't intended to operate beyond Earth or the Solar System. Presumably, it's looking for her and will find her near the end of the Bloodgulch arc.
 
X9Killbot said:
WHat was Taylor's power again? The teleporting between Blood Gutch and BB?
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Based on the author's description my guess will be a sort of a mix taking Strider's power but giving it Doormaker's cross dimensional range or more(being an abbadon shard means it could theoretically be able to bypass whatever Scion does to isolate it's primary body provided the method is different enough from ones that the Thinker/Warrior pair had developed/encountered).
 
Hey guys, just a quick heads up. I am currently juggling updates between this story and Invincible Girl of Another World, as well as finish writing the second half of Chase Ryder and the City of Lost Memories...which is somehow proving to be a difficult task, either because of a lack of motivation to write, real life getting in the world, video games taking my attention, or mother nature dicking around with my immune system.

So yeah, next chapter is probs gonna be a while. Hopefully like a few weeks off and not months like last time. -_- I want to at least get to the events of Season 3 before dropping off the grid.
 
Okay, good news. I finally have a week to myself. I'll be spending that week writing a shit-ton of chapters for you guys. Not a whole lot, but enough to tide you guys over. Hopefully. Maybe.

On a side note, I made a grave mistake. I discovered the dark shithole that is A Song of Ice and Fire. Plot bunnies are dancing in my head and refuse to leave, so er... Yeah... Hopefully my fingers won't decide to write a new story that would most definitely be pushing the rules of this site and maybe Spacebattles.
 
SkyRig said:
Okay, good news. I finally have a week to myself. I'll be spending that week writing a shit-ton of chapters for you guys. Not a whole lot, but enough to tide you guys ove r. Hopefully. Maybe.

On a side note, I made a grave mistake. I discovered the dark shithole that is A Song of Ice and Fire. Plot bunnies are dancing in my head and refuse to leave, so er... Yeah... Hopefully my fingers won't decide to write a new story that would most definitely be pushing the rules of this site and maybe Spacebattles.
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Eh at least it's just ASOIAF and not the crime against entertainment that was GoT? But considering I own all 5 books and love them, I would love an ASOIAF fic written by you.
 
SkyRig said:
Okay, good news. I finally have a week to myself. I'll be spending that week writing a shit-ton of chapters for you guys. Not a whole lot, but enough to tide you guys over. Hopefully. Maybe.

On a side note, I made a grave mistake. I discovered the dark shithole that is A Song of Ice and Fire. Plot bunnies are dancing in my head and refuse to leave, so er... Yeah... Hopefully my fingers won't decide to write a new story that would most definitely be pushing the rules of this site and maybe Spacebattles.
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Hey. So long as it ends with Rhaenyra's claiming the iron throne, the Greens burned in dragons fire and Daemon tied to the Queens bed, all will be perfect.
 
SkyRig said:
Hopefully my fingers won't decide to write a new story that would most definitely be pushing the rules of this site and maybe Spacebattles.
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Banh bao said:
QQ if it gets that bad?
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I'm fairly sure AO3 doesn't care much either.

But yeah GoT and the book would definitely push the boundaries.

Looking forward to more blood gluch. Also looking forward to Danny finding his daughter again. It will be very interesting for her to be trained by Texas, have Churches mouth, and Caboose as minion/child.

Here is one option I don't typically see in these style of stories. Why not just grab her dad and tell Bet to screw itself. I finished reading the undersiders of Gotham and kept wondering, here is a world where heroes win. My world is about to die, I have nothing there, why not just stay.
 
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#15 - Incoming Ham (AKA Taylor Becomes A Damsel. She Doesn't Like It)
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    • #15:
    Incoming Ham
    (AKA Taylor Becomes A Damsel. She Doesn't Like It.)

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    "I am so sorry about this," DuFresne apologized for what seemed like the thousandth time in the span of an hour. "I'm trying to hold him back, I really am, but he's just so…"

    I nodded in understanding, looking at the *medic* empathetically. If we were on Earth Bet, DuFresne would be sitting in a tailor-made cell for Master victims. There were all kinds of horror stories about Simurgh victims, and far too many real for her liking. I remembered hearing of a Master incident on the news a while back. A famous parahuman singer who tried to make her ex-boyfriend kill himself. Canary, I think her name was.

    As much as I hated DuFresne for binding my mouth and hands, I hated myself more at the moment. What happened to the poor man was my fault. I should have noticed he wasn't there at Red Base. Because of my screw-up, he had a psychotic A.I. stuck in his head.

    If there was one nice thing to say about Omega, it was that he allowed DuFresne a modicum of freedom. He did not totally dominate the *medic* totally, giving him limited control over his body.

    "Um, you didn't get hurt too badly, did you?"

    I shook my head. It was irksome having your mouth gagged, but it was hardly the worst I've experienced. Nothing could top the locker. Honestly, considering what I was up against, I was surprised I didn't have broken bones or fractures. The armor was very sturdy, but again, it was the sort of stuff a tinker could build. Well, that and DuFresne was a terrible fighter, possessed by Skynet 2.0 or no.

    "Shame," Omega drawled acridly. "I was hoping she'd be whimpering in pain."

    "O'Malley, don't be rude!" DuFresne chastised as if the homicidal A.I. was a child.

    "You fool, be quiet!"

    I groaned under the gag. When you get kidnapped by a poor excuse of a medical officer who is possessed by an A.I., you had expectations. I expected Omega to be like the A.I. conspiracy theory nutjobs on the interwebs and that Saint guy from PHO raved about day after day, or Skynet from those trashy Terminator movies (the Earth Bet versions; the Aleph movies were good). Instead, he was…cartoony. Laughing in a nasally voice while trying and failing to imitate some high-class James Bond villain.

    Then again, what else did I expect from Blood Gulch?

    "Why do you want Lopez anyway?" DuFresne asked suddenly. It was a question that had been on both of our minds for a while. "Actually, who is Lopez anyway?"

    "Red team's robot," I said through the gag.

    "Uh, what?"

    "It's the robot from Red Team," Omega repeated with a groan. "As for why I need him, how else am I to build my evil robot army?"

    Oh, for fuck's sake. Really?! God, what is this? A Saturday morning cartoon show?!



    "Let me get this straight," Church began slowly as he tried to wrap his head around what Red Team demanded in exchange for their cooperation. "You want Hebert on your team for a month."

    "Fuck that!" Tucker yelled angrily. "What the hell do you want with her anyway?"

    Simmons sighed. "Sarge is convinced you guys brainwashed her, so he wants to rehabilitate her."

    "Personally, I think he's off his rocker," Griff added. "And maybe a few screws loose. Or hell, maybe he just likes younger girls."

    "Griff!"

    "What? I'm just throwing it out there."

    "Yeah, well tell your Sarge if he lays a finger on her, the sniper rifle is going straight up his—"

    "Tucker!"

    His colleague was understandably pissed, but now was hardly the time to be throwing a bitch fit. Church understood why Tucker was angry and shared his feelings on the matter. It never occurred to him the older red soldier might be interested in jailbait, and while he cared very little for his "recruit", she was still part of Blue Team. If Sarge had any weird ideas, there would be long talks involving bullets and maybe threat of death by Texas. Assuming he found her within the next fifteen minutes.

    "Or maybe Sarge just wants some extra hands to help around the base," the pink-armored soldier offered cheerily.

    Church sighed to himself. Donut was another thing, albeit for an entirely different reason. He wasn't sure what to expect, but a guy willingly wearing pink armor ("It's not pink! It's light-ish red!") was not one of them. He wasn't sure if Texas was going to have a field day or just follow up on her promise to kill the guy for blowing her up in Sheila's cockpit.

    In any case, Red Team's demands were clear. They wanted Taylor for a month. What was he to do? Agree? Deny them? They needed the support. There was no telling what O'Malley was capable of.

    "…tell you what," he decided after a moment of thinking. "Taylor gets to decide what'll happen when we rescue her. That sound like a plan?"

    Simmons and Grif looked at each other, then back at Church. "Deal," the orange fatass said. "So, what's the plan anyhow? We just go in guns blazing?"

    "We don't even know where they are," Simmons pointed out.

    "O'Malley said to meet him in the middle of the canyon at 1800 hours."

    "1800 hours?" Tucker repeated. "When the heck is that?"

    "Hell if I know. What makes you think I know military?"

    "Is it local or pacific standard?"

    "The fuck?" Simmons couldn't help but chime in. "Who even uses Pacific Standard time anymore?"

    He got the feeling that, somewhere in the canyon, Taylor was having another rage-induced aneurism.



    "Keep it still, will ya?" Sarge asked gruffly as he put on the finishing touches. When he felt the leg wobble, he raised his voice. "I said, keep it still! What part of that is so hard to understand?"

    "Sorry," Caboose apologized. "It is very hard to keep your friend upright while he is trying to grab me."

    Sarge raised an eyebrow under his helmet and looked up. Robot #2 was flailing its arms about, making grabbing motions with its hands while swinging them at Caboose, who did his best to hold the robot upright while the Red Team commander finished making some final adjustments and attaching the leg to the groin. As part of the agreement with the Blues in exchange for saving Taylor from O'Malley (or was it Omega? Stupid name. Who in Sam Hill calls himself Omega?), they had to provide the ghostly soldier two robots.

    He wasn't sure why they needed two robots when one would have clearly sufficed. Perhaps they simply got used to having Lopez around and decided they needed an extra mechanical buddy when Lopez inevitably returned. While Sarge still could not understand a lick of what he said, he knew deep down Lopez would return to the Reds, and he'd be the first to welcome the robot back with open arms. After he got done fixing whatever faulty programming led him to siding with the Blues in the first place, of course.

    Spending a couple hours with the Blues proved begrudgingly enlightening, for the most part. It gave him an up close examination of their personnel, and immediately knew something wasn't right. For starters, their intel was way off. Excluding Lopez and Taylor, who were forcibly recruited into their ranks, there were supposed to be four soldiers. Their captain, Butch Flowers, was nowhere to be found. He had been missing in action for several months now, but Sarge assumed he was out on a recon mission, and there was no intercepted transmissions of him being reassigned elsewhere.

    He didn't question the Blues, knowing they'd make up some dumb lie or something, but the absence of Captain Flowers proved an unexpected boon. That man was perhaps the sole Blue-colored soldier in existence Sarge dared to respect. Ever since their assignment in Blood Gulch, Blue Team repelled their assaults time and time again, and Captain Flowers proved an exceptionally good shot. Sarge lost count how many times his shotgun had been sniped out of his hands.

    If he was gone, then Red Team finally had the advantage they needed. For now, he would simply bide his time and wait for the golden opportunity. First things first, he needed to focus. The rescue operation would not succeed on its own.

    "A little lower down. Ooh, thanks! Man, that spot has been bugging me for weeks!"

    Sarge frowned and looked up. He blinked at the strange sight of Robot #2 strangling Caboose, but the blue didn't seem fazed by it at all. If anything, he seemed happy, oddly comparing the choking to a neck massage.

    That boy ain't right, Sarge thought before going back to work. Alright, where's that wiretap thingamajig?



    A bit on the short side. Sorry about that. I really couldn't find a good way to cap this chapter. Next chapter should be a little more meaty, I think. I think my excitement for this fanfic is starting to taper off, which is a little annoying considering we're nowhere near the good stuff.

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    On an unrelated note, the Playstation Showcase wrapped up right as I type this out. As a Destiny fan, my hype is through the rough just from seeing Cayde-6 for the upcoming expansion. Then we Marvel's Spider Man 2, which has made me even more excited just from seeing the Black Suit alone. SO FUCKING DOOOOPE!
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    • I was originally going to work on the chapters and recent them in one go, but I figured I kept you guys waiting long enough. Plus, the chapters themselves should come at a quick pace. Hopefully. My fingers are in a very writing mood.

    Also, I decided to put my shills in the Author's Note (i.e. the quote box at the bottom of the chapter), which is all spoiler'd.

    To cap off before I log out, I have a question for you guys. Between these two, who is Taylor more likely to form an "odd friendship" with before shit inevitably hits the fan?

    Felix or Locus?
     
    SkyRig said:
    Felix or Locus?
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    Felix is charismatic in the same way Emma was, fun and popular hiding a rotten core, and I think subconsciously Taylor would pick up on that a little. He's unnerve her, even if she doesn't directly think to compare him to Emma. Meanwhile, Locust is calm, to the point, and has VERY clear lines you don't cross or you catch a bullet. She'd know where she stands with him because he wouldn't bother faking anything else, and I think she'd like that sort of stability a bit, when surrounded by RvB hijinks. That is, if Caroline and Tex if she doesn't die haven't already filled that niche for her.
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    Not to point out the obvious, but Emma's got nothing on Felix.

    How to put this... Emma was trying to fool some adults, who had good reasons to look the other way, that she was a model student. The rest of the students didn't care how she acted, because Taylor was her only target and she was hot.

    Felix gives you a version of himself that's on your side. A greedy but funny and competent mercenary who's way to fond of his own voice as a surface layer, while occasionally letting slip a personal insight or moment of empathy. He presents himself as flawed, in ways you'd expect a mercenary to be flawed. He makes you think he's trouble, but he's trouble that's being directed at someone else for the moment. Which is why you aren't ready when he stabs you in the back.

    Of course, this all assumes he's actually there to stab you in the back. If not then he's mostly fine. Bit slimy, but otherwise professional.
     
    First off, at the time of this writing, the latest chapter's Likes currently stands at 69. Hells Yes.

    Secondly, bad news. Stuff IRL has come up and I have to take the rest of the week away from the interwebs, so the next chapter probs won't be here until next week. Hopefully before next Thursday. Etrian Odyssey Origins Collection comes out that day, and I don't care how much I love you guys, nothing is going to keep me away from one of my favorite game series, especially now that's on Switch.
     
    So, quick update. I had a job interview tomorrow, and I'm nervous as hell. If all goes well, I'll have my first part time job...which also means less time for writing, which also kinda sucks, but hey, a man's gotta pay the bills somehow. Just thought I should let everyone know in case I get the job and people start wondering why I haven't been updating lately.
     
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