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Last I checked Commanders operate on a Bullshit substrate, not a carbon one. It should be fine. Probably better with kemonomimi traits, but what isn't?
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Brockton's Celestial Forge (Worm/Jumpchain)
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Cybertonium (The Shallow)
The Shallow
Shallow, Yet Deep
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Another omake, kinda a sequel to the previous, not my best work either, but it was kinda fun to write.
Cybertonium
The day had finally come. I had finally figured out how to create Cybertonium.
I gazed upon the necklace now before me. I had channeled all power I could into it, I had handcrafted it and used the Arcane Craft so it would allow me to enchant better, I named it Angol, the word of power for Magic. I donned it and felt it's power.
I grabbed the vast amounts of silk produced by the bio-engineered Weaver Spiders I had made Taylor, and had just finished treating with natural alchemy, I then grabbed the deranged alchemy mantles and my lab coat, since it was useful in helping me focus, and walked to the textile area. This was the second step. Garment was waiting for me. She disrobed, with me averting my gaze as always, and folded herself onto my hands.
We began to weave. We tore away sections and began to replace them. Arcane Craft was used to channel and boost the alchemical rituals, allowing them to be simplified and sped up, as well as separately to boost the focusing effect. Elven Enchantment was pushed to it's limit, I begun to sing, immediately feeling the strain, massivley helped by Angol. I continued pouring energy in as I let out a few notes at a time. This was weak singing, but alchemic vestments needn't be that strong. Heretical Adaption was used so it could eternally become better. And as the work was done I pronounced "Eichia."
Eichia. The word of power for Change.
I collapsed. Or rather I would've, garment used her clothes telekinesis to stop me from hitting the ground.
It took me ten minutes to work enough stamina to jump back up, and I was still dizzy. I looked at the large cloak before me, and donned it with pride.
I strode over to the volcanic Forge, where I had prepared an extremely complex alchemy circle, one that had Arcane Craft incorporated into it, to bring forth that divine fire and control it with flame-like alchemy. It was atop a small hill that lava didn't run down, but could easily be redirected to do so. I had set up a mantic circuit around the hill to increase the speed and efficiency of the transumation, The Arcane Craft of course improving the channeling of the Earths Power. I drunk a duplication potion and looked at the other two.
They looked to eachother and nodded.
The first smiled "I'll grab the tissue sample."
The second nodded "I'll grab the other stuff."
Cybertonium. The Living Metal. I had a sample of another kind of Living Metal, Weld's, but that was rapidly decaying outside of stasis, so it was currently a dying metal. The second was sent to retreive the tools I had forgotten to grab. They both emerged back, the second handed us all shovels and a hammer made of celestial bronze, made to allow us to channel our divine fire into it's strikes with The Arcane Craft. Wow that was a useful perk, even if I was pushing it's limits. I watched as the first carefully placed the rapidly decaying metal in a bowl in the center of the circle.
We began to chant, and I deconstructed a barrier, allowing the lava to flow into the circle, empowering it. Bright fiery power spiralled from all of our bodies, and condensced into a bright orange spark in the center of the circle, it then descended like a raindrop into the dying metal, making it glow. The decaying slowed. The circle was drawing from one source really, but much like Elven Enchanting, my duplicates could help me carry the water. I reconstructed the barrier and we shoveled the lava into the ceramite bowl, mixing carefully.
I deconstructed the barrier, preparing for the second pass.
We chanted louder over the next 3 passes, making five in total, and then we hammered. As the metallic rock cooled, we drew it out and began hammering it, Celestial Bronze was a noble metal, it would only strike what was strong. In this sympathetic system, it was perfect for rapid refinement, not to mention that being a child of Hephaestus, the metal was more obedient for lack of a better term. Our heating strikes cracked the rock, but what fell held no metal. We infused it with divine fire as we refined it, bringing life back to it, and our chant became singing, adding more aspects that couldn't be added by material alone.
And there it was, barely made by a hair. 15 minutes of a ritual and an hour of preperation, all to create it. The sheen of that beautiful metal so familiar to Master Builder. We smiled as it rattled and grew five times in size.
The second duplicate smiled, and spoke with a soar throat "Burstone next?"
The first and I shook our heads, before he coughed, and spoke with a similarly sore throat "I'll get refreshments."
He quickly returned with a pot of tea, which he heated at the skyforge, and began to sing quietly to.
"Nestadren~" he sung. Nestadren. The word of healing. He hoarsley repeated the word like a mantra, and I felt the shared strain, before returning to us. He then pinged us through the implants. "Might want to pop us and bring some new ones in, I'm about to pop with all the spiritual damage to my throat."
The other nodded "Next time we should both do it so it's less damaging, also for healing tea we prepare it a day in advance of enchanting, infact we should fill a whole thermas of it. Maybe should enchant that thermos? It could be useful if it were to upgrade any tea placed wi-" he popped.
The first shrugged "Okay then." And followed the seconds fate.
I took another duplication potion and we began to drink the tea. It was so rejuvinating. This was some good shit. I felt our well filling back up with every sip we took. Much like how they could help me carry the water out, they could help me carry it back in. It also really killed the strain left, but it did not heal me fully. Still I caried through. Burstone was of course much easier to produce, I deconstructed my Divine Fire circle and created one that would channel the mantic energy. We once more used Blood of The Earth, and chanted "Ceven", the word of Earth, as we slowly refined and added to the mass in 10 quick passes.
We looked to eachother and the first cleared his throat "Anything else?"
I shook my head and my duplicates nodded, and then picked me up and began dragging me away. "What're you doing?"
"We all pushed ourselves with this, you need to sleep."
"It's only 9!"
"Good, you can wake back up at 3."
And with that they tossed me into the bed. A combination of spiritual tiredness and super-comfortable bedding made me collapse practically instnatly.
I woke up as well rested as I could be at 4:04. This was far worse than a pulled muscle, this level of weakness and exhaustion was like a cold. I began stumbling to the alchemy lab, only for one of surveys drones to hand me a Thermos with a fey mark on it's lid. I opened it and greedily drank the healing tea. I recognized the effect of multiple perks at play, but I was too tired to analyze it thoroughly. They were right. I had pushed myself seriously far.
Cybertonium
The day had finally come. I had finally figured out how to create Cybertonium.
I gazed upon the necklace now before me. I had channeled all power I could into it, I had handcrafted it and used the Arcane Craft so it would allow me to enchant better, I named it Angol, the word of power for Magic. I donned it and felt it's power.
I grabbed the vast amounts of silk produced by the bio-engineered Weaver Spiders I had made Taylor, and had just finished treating with natural alchemy, I then grabbed the deranged alchemy mantles and my lab coat, since it was useful in helping me focus, and walked to the textile area. This was the second step. Garment was waiting for me. She disrobed, with me averting my gaze as always, and folded herself onto my hands.
We began to weave. We tore away sections and began to replace them. Arcane Craft was used to channel and boost the alchemical rituals, allowing them to be simplified and sped up, as well as separately to boost the focusing effect. Elven Enchantment was pushed to it's limit, I begun to sing, immediately feeling the strain, massivley helped by Angol. I continued pouring energy in as I let out a few notes at a time. This was weak singing, but alchemic vestments needn't be that strong. Heretical Adaption was used so it could eternally become better. And as the work was done I pronounced "Eichia."
Eichia. The word of power for Change.
I collapsed. Or rather I would've, garment used her clothes telekinesis to stop me from hitting the ground.
It took me ten minutes to work enough stamina to jump back up, and I was still dizzy. I looked at the large cloak before me, and donned it with pride.
I strode over to the volcanic Forge, where I had prepared an extremely complex alchemy circle, one that had Arcane Craft incorporated into it, to bring forth that divine fire and control it with flame-like alchemy. It was atop a small hill that lava didn't run down, but could easily be redirected to do so. I had set up a mantic circuit around the hill to increase the speed and efficiency of the transumation, The Arcane Craft of course improving the channeling of the Earths Power. I drunk a duplication potion and looked at the other two.
They looked to eachother and nodded.
The first smiled "I'll grab the tissue sample."
The second nodded "I'll grab the other stuff."
Cybertonium. The Living Metal. I had a sample of another kind of Living Metal, Weld's, but that was rapidly decaying outside of stasis, so it was currently a dying metal. The second was sent to retreive the tools I had forgotten to grab. They both emerged back, the second handed us all shovels and a hammer made of celestial bronze, made to allow us to channel our divine fire into it's strikes with The Arcane Craft. Wow that was a useful perk, even if I was pushing it's limits. I watched as the first carefully placed the rapidly decaying metal in a bowl in the center of the circle.
We began to chant, and I deconstructed a barrier, allowing the lava to flow into the circle, empowering it. Bright fiery power spiralled from all of our bodies, and condensced into a bright orange spark in the center of the circle, it then descended like a raindrop into the dying metal, making it glow. The decaying slowed. The circle was drawing from one source really, but much like Elven Enchanting, my duplicates could help me carry the water. I reconstructed the barrier and we shoveled the lava into the ceramite bowl, mixing carefully.
I deconstructed the barrier, preparing for the second pass.
We chanted louder over the next 3 passes, making five in total, and then we hammered. As the metallic rock cooled, we drew it out and began hammering it, Celestial Bronze was a noble metal, it would only strike what was strong. In this sympathetic system, it was perfect for rapid refinement, not to mention that being a child of Hephaestus, the metal was more obedient for lack of a better term. Our heating strikes cracked the rock, but what fell held no metal. We infused it with divine fire as we refined it, bringing life back to it, and our chant became singing, adding more aspects that couldn't be added by material alone.
And there it was, barely made by a hair. 15 minutes of a ritual and an hour of preperation, all to create it. The sheen of that beautiful metal so familiar to Master Builder. We smiled as it rattled and grew five times in size.
The second duplicate smiled, and spoke with a soar throat "Burstone next?"
The first and I shook our heads, before he coughed, and spoke with a similarly sore throat "I'll get refreshments."
He quickly returned with a pot of tea, which he heated at the skyforge, and began to sing quietly to.
"Nestadren~" he sung. Nestadren. The word of healing. He hoarsley repeated the word like a mantra, and I felt the shared strain, before returning to us. He then pinged us through the implants. "Might want to pop us and bring some new ones in, I'm about to pop with all the spiritual damage to my throat."
The other nodded "Next time we should both do it so it's less damaging, also for healing tea we prepare it a day in advance of enchanting, infact we should fill a whole thermas of it. Maybe should enchant that thermos? It could be useful if it were to upgrade any tea placed wi-" he popped.
The first shrugged "Okay then." And followed the seconds fate.
I took another duplication potion and we began to drink the tea. It was so rejuvinating. This was some good shit. I felt our well filling back up with every sip we took. Much like how they could help me carry the water out, they could help me carry it back in. It also really killed the strain left, but it did not heal me fully. Still I caried through. Burstone was of course much easier to produce, I deconstructed my Divine Fire circle and created one that would channel the mantic energy. We once more used Blood of The Earth, and chanted "Ceven", the word of Earth, as we slowly refined and added to the mass in 10 quick passes.
We looked to eachother and the first cleared his throat "Anything else?"
I shook my head and my duplicates nodded, and then picked me up and began dragging me away. "What're you doing?"
"We all pushed ourselves with this, you need to sleep."
"It's only 9!"
"Good, you can wake back up at 3."
And with that they tossed me into the bed. A combination of spiritual tiredness and super-comfortable bedding made me collapse practically instnatly.
I woke up as well rested as I could be at 4:04. This was far worse than a pulled muscle, this level of weakness and exhaustion was like a cold. I began stumbling to the alchemy lab, only for one of surveys drones to hand me a Thermos with a fey mark on it's lid. I opened it and greedily drank the healing tea. I recognized the effect of multiple perks at play, but I was too tired to analyze it thoroughly. They were right. I had pushed myself seriously far.
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Well it's more because one of the stops I intended to write about was Hostile Water: Anteus Rising, and part of the "steal Literally everything before the end of the narrative" drive was nicking off with the Protagonist's supply of Soulcatcher chips, just before he Disassembled himself.
Since one of the chips was for a guy who liked to fly around as an Attack Helicopter, you can understand why the mod post shot my idea in the foot.
Ransom is the attack helicopter. Not just the pilot at that point.
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Not really? The Attack Helicopter is offensive when used as a bad "joke", but your idea sounds hilarious.
Like, I doubt many people are going to be offended if someone wrote a story like:
"I got summoned to another world as an attack helicopter!? Now whenever I go into battle my waifus are inside of me!?"
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the thing is in my home state there is a case of a 22 year old who committed suicide because they did identify as an attack helicopter but people online attacked them for it in there suicide note they went on about the abuse they received I only found out about it because of a coworker
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I can already hear the click and clacks of the twitter users and the free advertisement generated by the sheer Power of the title. And the idea sounds tearjerkingly amazong
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Isn't being able to identify as only politically correct genders what this whole thing started to begin with? Kinda reminded me of the cyberpunk 2077 people being completely offended because they thinks it's making fun of trans people when mostly it's just a horrible world that uses sex to sell you stuff regardless of how tacky.
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I mainly want to see PHO react to Apeiron flexing on them with his trace. And his comment about three-day-old technology being worthless. Armsmaster's reaction could be pretty funny, too; Dauntless was already a blow to his ego, and in comes Apeiron with... Well, this. No wonder it makes Armsmaster want to chop his own limbs off.
When did that happen I could have sworn the explanation was that only the clones time matters which is why the clone in the time stop bubble still exist. The reason Joe isn't worried about the time stop bubble ending and people stealing his tech is because the clone was at the end of his time limit when he got stuck
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I hope they take the wrong interpretation from this. Like the PRT from losing the gear. So if they watch the time bubble pop and see the mecha evaporated. And see the rapid deployment/'creation' of the last version of the mecha that copied itself twice.
Mostly I want to see this to see if they reduce his threat rank or believe that he has limitations that he don't have^^.
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Right, that misunderstanding. Do they still think he isn't actually a Tinker? His technology visibly improves the same way any Tinker's tech would, albeit at a ridiculous pace, but I guess they could still try to rationalize it as a Shaker/Trump power or whatever.
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My guess is that they think he is probably at least two people. One that is a tinker and another with a matter projection power that provides resources to the tinker.
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- Brazil, Minas gerais
My guess is since he does have a shard and even the really bullshit capes have limitations and (for the circle and when they got a 'natural' trigger) have some reason for get that treatment.
Is that they will treat him as tinker that is grab bag (thinker and shaker). The only creations that they has show mastery that he can reach with a single component while the other show a impossible effect. And both dissapeared.
Now how they will interpret his maxime grown in tech and art is something that I am curious. Will they believe that he is like string theory, will they believe that he one of those mad capes that thrown themselves at conflict (more than the 'normal' capes) and do stuff like recreating his own trigger event for power. Will they believe that he is adapting tech and getting inspiration from others powers, will they believe that this is a mad tinker that had done self enhancements (which technique he has).
^^ these thoughts amuse me. Even more so given that someone in the PHO and/or a no cape scientist working for the PRT can guess right better than some of the guys with shards
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Is that they will treat him as tinker that is grab bag (thinker and shaker). The only creations that they has show mastery that he can reach with a single component while the other show a impossible effect. And both dissapeared.
Now how they will interpret his maxime grown in tech and art is something that I am curious. Will they believe that he is like string theory, will they believe that he one of those mad capes that thrown themselves at conflict (more than the 'normal' capes) and do stuff like recreating his own trigger event for power. Will they believe that he is adapting tech and getting inspiration from others powers, will they believe that this is a mad tinker that had done self enhancements (which technique he has).
^^ these thoughts amuse me. Even more so given that someone in the PHO and/or a no cape scientist working for the PRT can guess right better than some of the guys with shards
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I thought it was just a depiction of a future where trans people were common place enough that they had to start dealing with sexploitation like male and female underwear models and every other person in the world, i remember this big stink about adds in game showing a chick with a bulge to sell an energy drink and was like "huh, i guess if it doesn't offend anyone because it's so common then shit like that would pop up, afterall sex sells."
But the communities got PISSED about it
Once trans isn't a fringe culture but just another of the countless around it and a normal part of society do they get to keep complaining about exploitation or being treated like shit?
Or does it all become background noise just like everybody else (any race but white, females, any religion, mentally ill, poor)
Cuz i understand that it sucks to seem different, I've been called sand n@#$a before and i have no middle eastern heritage but they always seem very agressive in their defense of trans culture when they do unintentionally hurtful shit like crossing the street when a brown person is walking towards them from the other direction, they feel this need to harp at others for the way they get treated but at the end of the day most people don't hate or fear them, most are just indifferent because they're to busy dealing with the shit in their own lives.
I've tested this shit when i grow out my hair it becomes apparent that I'm a person of color and people are legitimately afraid of me as i walk about but if its cut short i seem like a tanned Caucasian with some greek in me and people just ignore me like everybody else
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Wow I just saw the infraction, well whatever not like I care about that shit, people can do whatever the heck they want and i will just ignore it. I still think that was unnecessary.
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That shouldn't shook PHO too much. He already have shown the ability to craft insanely quickly on the field (against Uber and Leet), so PHO will be "of course he can trivially replace and upgrade 3 days old tech".
It's very bad news for the PRT however. Between his comment, his insanely fast field repair, his "7" machines, his ability to wage a one man war on the ABB, no piece left behind for power testing, Dragon's discovery that he gain new powers over time, his relatively good public opinion, and the sheer firepower of his toys... all that point toward a Triumvirat level wet Tinker that doesn't seem to have the usual downsides of Tinkers (and isn't enslaved to the PRT).
Both Tinker, Shaker and Trump have some serious arguments :
Tinker : he seems to work like a tinker, and he talk about himself as if he was a tinker.
Shaker : his tech disappear when left on the field (such as the broken piece of the undersiders blades). The analysis of the only piece of tech they got their hands on pointed towards Shaker (according to Armsy).
Trump : Dragon discovered he gain new powers over time.
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I should say; Armsmaster will likely not be tearing his limbs off. He'll probably be upgrading his power-armor to act as an exoskeleton, and will probably try to get more weapons and shit approved. He'll be with dragon cracking down on Joe, and he'll still do some dumb bullshit, but self-mutilating will likely not be one of them.
Anyways on the content tax, I'm waiting for them to realize there are only 3 machines around, and that he's super fast, and that there were 3 separate Joe's around. They already suspect he has biotech (medtech & nightmare mode), so seeing clones will either make them think he has cloned himself like Blasto (Showing this off after U&L attacked Blasto & stole data???) or conclude Apeiron is a cluster working together, which they already partially beleive.
Anyways on the content tax, I'm waiting for them to realize there are only 3 machines around, and that he's super fast, and that there were 3 separate Joe's around. They already suspect he has biotech (medtech & nightmare mode), so seeing clones will either make them think he has cloned himself like Blasto (Showing this off after U&L attacked Blasto & stole data???) or conclude Apeiron is a cluster working together, which they already partially beleive.
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Well, there's this little line:
So to me it very much looks like we'll be getting an early Defiant.
If I'm right, then there's some great irony in Joe being extremely reluctant to touch cyborg tech while Armsmaster immediately wants to hack off his limbs to avoid physical therapy.
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I am wondering if they are assuming he is bluffing against Bakuda?
They might be praying that Apeiron has limits. To be blunt it would be funny that when March pops the Time Bubble the clone attacks her then turns to dust.
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It wouldn't have time to attack her, not that specific Duplicate would think to do that, since he wouldn't recognize her or even know she was the ABB tinker if I remember the timeline correctly.
The time bubble pops and the clone does as well. I love the idea of Dragon positioning a couple of suits to steal the stuff the moment March pops the bubble, only to end up empty-handed lol.
I'd be shocked if the only thing that wasn't approved was cyborg implants. There will be some level of transhumanism sure, but I will eat my words if he cuts of his limbs.
If you're right though, I love the thought of Joe visiting Armsmaster in the hospital, like he did to Amy, Doctor-Mother style, and being like "I helped out Weld, and you were the other person there, so it's only fair. Consider this a favor because I've always been a fan of yours."
And then Armsmaster curses Aperion because after a few days in the tank, and confirmation he is not mastered, he can go back into the field, and Piggot rejected his Cyborg plans because his body is functional again.
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