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Chapter 1: A wild superman appears.
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AN: So, I'm been playing around and reading fanfiction for about 10 years, decided it's time to try my hand. I normally plan this stuff beginning to end. But I'm going to try and wing it, make it more interesting for me to write.
This story came to me when I watching this video and thinking "I wonder what she'd do is superman knocked on the glass?" Here we go!
Chapter 1: A wild superman appears.
I liked gaming, it relaxed me. No complex thoughts, no world bending ideas or inventions.
Just press button X to kill the enemy y.
Most mothers hated gaming, but it's the lowest effort fun that ever been invented, even by me. And I have a non-Euclidean crystalline supercomputer stuck in my brain.
I exhaled a sigh, I'm sick of Legend of Dragoon, time to switch. I closed the emulator.
And booted up Dark Souls 3, I preferred it to Dark Souls 1 and 2. Now I'm no graphics whore, but a girl loves her some fat HD every now and again.
I double-checked the stealth drive is working as the game loaded. I've been parked next to this satellite for 3 days now, nearly out of food and I'll have to return home soon. But the lag is so bad at my house.
I exhaled a sigh again. Lag isn't the only reason I don't want to return home.
Dark souls 3 is loaded up. Hmm. NG+5 knight with great-sword or new run? I could do a deprived play-through. As I pondered my save files, I grabbed a slice of cold pizza. The lukewarm cheese filled my mouth. I do love great swords.
KNOCK. KNOCK.
I dropped my pizza and froze. My mind began to whirl. It's a hard vacuum outside, and 36,000 kilometres up. So, what the fuck is knocking on my spaceship window?
I turn to look and saw a set of startlingly blue eyes and a red cape.
Superman knocked on my window. In space.
I unfroze and grabbed a pizza box and a marker pen. A moment later I held it up.
'Supes, Go 2 rear-air lock!' He gave me a thumbs up and vanished.
I flipped a switch which opened the rear-air lock and watched via video as superman, the man of steel flew gently into my spaceship. I closed the airlock and air cycling began. I walked down to the rear of the ship.
I realised why didn't have any warning before 'sudden superman knocked', the scanner system is so potent that it detected too much, and raised the alarm over everything and anything. So I set it to ignore everything except the things I tell it to.
So, note to self kyrptoians needed to go on to the detection list like yesterday
Anyway, my first guest on my ship and it's superman.
No pressure. I toggled the airlock which opens. He stepped out.
"Superman of the Justice League. Welcome aboard the Bebop." I gestured with my full hand. "Cold pizza?"
"No, thanks." He said "I just ate. Permission to come aboard captain?" He is humouring me, better humour him back.
"Granted."
"Thank you. So, you know who I am. I didn't get your name miss."
"Edward." I know it's a boy's name, take it up with my father. Biology and naming convention be damn according to him and Edward Junior I was born.
"Edward?"
"Edward or Ed."
"Nice to meet you, Ed." We shook hands, "So that's what you are doing up here? Apart from eating spoiled pizza?"
So straight to business, then again cold, spoiled pizza isn't exactly the best bribe.
"Come to the cockpit. The view is amazing." I started to walk, he followed.
Now safely nestled in my seat with the most powerful superhero as my co-pilot. I load up my NG+5 Knight and begin smashing mobs with my great sword.
"This is what I'm doing." I stated.
"Playing video games?" He did not believe me, I can tell.
"The internet speed is god tier up here, less interference and more ping. So, you know, when a girl has gotta get her game on. Nothing will stop her, whether it be bad internet connection or the gravity well of earth." Shit, I died. Fucking gravity killed me. Damn you, From Software!
"You flew to space so you could play video games?" He said in disbelief, "Where did you get the ship?"
"You think I stole her?"
"I think that I need an answer." He thought I stole it.
"I built her." I wait for the disbelief.
"You built a spaceship." He questioned.
"I built this spaceship and everything on it." I confirmed. I managed to grab my souls and hightailed it outta there. Never, ever do a death run for your souls unless you really want to.
"It took entire nations, billions of dollars, years of hard work and expertise to get to space. And you did in what 10 years?" He tried to guess my age, it's hard to accept I'm 16 when I looked like this, but that's the price I pay for genetically re-engineering my body.
"5 years." And a lot of artificial assistance, not easy for an 11-year-old to do precision engineering with sausage fingers, shard power assistance or not.
"5 years?"
"To be fair they had to test and invent their way into space via trial and error. Not an easy handicap to overcome."
"Wow." He sounded like he believed me.
"You believe me?"
"I do. You are a very special young lady, Edward."
"So, what now?" I paused at a bonfire and put down my controller. And looked him in his baby blues, while I sipped a soda.
"Well, I came here to determine if you were a threat to earth."
"Only on my period." I was joking, of course, I engineered that flaw out of my body. Although his face gets a little wooden at that comment.
"Ha." He isn't laughing. "Anyway, you seem fine. So, keep your nose clean, don't take any more gaming trips."
"No more gaming trips." Didn't say anything about any other kind of trips.
"Alright then, where do you live."
"Earth." I'm a teenager, I get to be petulant.
He let out a sigh, "I'm going to check up on you later. I want to ensure you get home safely."
"Oh right, because this is a bad neighbourhood, a lot of crime around here." I gestured to the vast empty space visible through the window.
"You'd be surprised, we had a giant laser satellite try to melt a couple of cities the other day." He countered my strange fiction with his stranger truth.
"Why a laser? Orbital kinetic kill weapons are more effective and efficient. The resources need to make the final product would be immense." I could do it cheaper. I can see the design already. "And why try and kill a city, there are cheaper and more cost-effective ways than a giant death ray. Who built this thing a cartoon character?" I asked.
Superman was looking a little concerned.
"Too much?" I asked. I get that, super science is best shown not spoken.
"No, your nose is bleeding." What? I touched it, and my finger came away red.
"Ah, damn it. It's the air filters, plus my weak nasal tissue." No, it's my brain tissue, and it's bad, I've been working for too long. I need to get back home. "These things happen. I'll see you off and then rocket home."
We began to walk back to the airlock.
"Sure, I need to report to the League anyway." He stepped into the Bebop's airlock. "It was a pleasure meeting you Edward. We shook hands again. I heard a clink, I looked down and saw my ring in pieces.
"Shit, my ring." I grabbed the ring's pieces, damn it, I've had this a long time. It's very durable. But apparently Kryptonian trumps it, lucky I didn't lose a hand.
"I'm sorry, I didn't mean to- "I cut him off.
"Don't worry Supes. I can build a spaceship; I can fix a ring. Take care." I pocketed the pieces. And closed the airlock, I vamoosed to the medical bay.
"MD-6, cerebral scan now!" I ordered my medical droid and jumped on to the examination table.
"Acknowledged. Beginning scan. Scan completed. Assessment: prolonged shard usage, minor neurological damage. Treatment: bacta solution IV bags, and bed rest. Orders?" It reported. 15 minutes. That's an improvement. Damn droid used to take 2 hours to do the same job a year ago.
"Spin me up some of the IV stuff, and I'll rest at home, gotta set the autopilot." The droid gave me a blue and clear armband the fed directly into my veins. Portable bacta, for the restless patient. "Cheers doc."
"Acknowledged, ensure that you get the rest you need."
"No worries, I don't have a concern in the world at the moment." And at that moment, the world decided to prove me wrong. Alarms started to go off. Red emergency lighting began to flash.
"Alert, missile lock detected, engines offline, please re-start engines to initiate evasive manoeuvres!" The Bebop's system reported.
"Shit!" I roared and began to run. Engines took 3 minutes to start up from cold. "What happened to the shields?" They are high capacity energy shields and can withstand any missile short of a nuclear one.
"Alert, Shields offline." came the reply. What!
"Why?!" I'll be space dust before I got either of those systems online. My only hope the escape pod.
"Error: Unknown interference detected." Shitballs.
I slammed myself into the pod and hit the release. Explosions come before seat belts. I rocketed out of the bebop and began to fumble with the seat belts. I hit my head against the wall as the explosion happened, I'm thrown in my pod.
And I watched as my hard work, my sole escape, my Bebop, died as the secondary explosions ravaged her.
I sat in my pod, bleeding from the head wound, bruised, exhausted, a bloody wreck.
The pod began to shake, heavily. The temperature shot up. Re-entry.
And I think, I will survive this, and I will return the favour.
Then I blacked out.
When I stirred to consciousness, the pod was still. Everything hurt.
I unbuckled myself, and I attempt to open the door of my pod. It doesn't move. Heat must have warped the frame.
I hit the emergency release. The explosive pins detonated launching the pod door away.
I grabbed the go-bag, from the storage locker, I briefly consider getting the rest of the supplies, but if this is a hositle zone. I need to get gone and carrying several kilograms of supplies while injured in a hostile zone, sounds like a terrible fucking idea.
I can always come back, right?
I leave the supplies and climbed out. I slumped against the edge of the pod. And looked around.
Where am I? And am I in danger?
Two simple questions with very complex answers.
I had landed in what looks like a storage room. High ceiling, wide space, filled with tools and equipment.
Not modern enough to be in the west. The middle east maybe?
I considered the fact that I'm not in a crater, the kinetic dampeners must have worked. Probably burned out from this landing. I do, do good work.
I make for door and pulled my gun from the go-bag. The PPN-8 Personal Defence Sidearm, this is a special gun because it can do silenced firing. Not real lifestyle silenced, fucking Hollywood level silenced! Took me a day to make, and I was very proud.
I cracked the door and peeked out.
There is a crowd, yup I'm most definitely in the Middle East. No westerner would be caught dead in the fashion disaster that is those robes. I ducked my head back in.
So, my crash landing was noticed. By a horde of people and most likely the authorities with a distinct dislike of white girls are probably on the way.
Yay me.
Ok, I needed to get somewhere safe, patch up my wounds and get a change of clothes. I stuck out like a sore thumb in my booty shorts and singlet. I dressed for gaming, not for crashing landing.
I spotted my opportunity and aimed for an unattended food stand's gas bottle. A quick silent bullet detonated the bottle, which distracted the crowd with the bright orange flames and a delightful boom.
I ran into the alleyway across from the warehouse. And ducked over a fence, into someone's back yard.
I checked the house; the owner is probably out. I set up in the bathroom and began to focus.
Install: Battlefield medicine mastery
The knowledge began to flow in and washed away the advanced hacking. And I knew what to do and how to do it.
I washed the blood, cleaned the wounds, bandaged them in 4 minutes. I assessed the drugs in the bathroom cabinet and ignored them in favour of my bacta armband that was still pumping me healthy.
Sorry MD-6, no bed rest just yet. I felt a tinge of sadness at the thought of my destroyed medical droid. I squished that tinge and refocused.
Ok, I'm not healthy but I would recover in time. Time to switch.
Install: Tactical espionage mastery.
I'm not a fan of personal violence, but I swallowed my discomfort, as the violent knowledge flowed in.
I walked into the bedroom and assembled a disguise. Once I was set. I walked out the front door, no one ever watched the front door.
And I stopped. To see a small army of soldiers with guns pointed directly at me. The horde of people from early nowhere to be found. How did I not notice the noise from the crowd disappeared? Oh, headwound. Der.
"Hello, Girl. Kneel with your hands on your hand and we won't kill you." A pale man in a dark hood asked in English. A leader?
I did as I was instructed to, normally I would have protested. But my Tactical espionage mastery said to do otherwise. I needed time to heal, that and a third world prisoner cell is easier to escape from than a firing squad.
The pale man gestured, and two soldiers ran over, tied my hands and frisked me. Goodbye PPN-8, goodbye snacks.
The pale man examined the PPN-8 that the soldiers delivered, and noticed that it's high tech, not hard to with an ammo counter below the rear sight.
"Where did you get this?" He asked with a smile. Probably thinking of the bonus he'd get from his superiors from this.
I shrugged. Still a teen and still petulant.
The pale man's smile turned creepy, and removed his hood, and showed a visibly enlarged cerebral cortex with a synthetic clear skull protecting it.
What the hell, does he want to tan his grey matter? Such a low-quality surgery. I don't know what was intended to happen after such a procedure. But the results are subpar. That is for certain.
"No matter. I can take the answers from your pretty little head." Telepathy. What a shit way to develop telepathy.
I felt the cold tendrils slipped into my mind, and suddenly the pale man let out a shriek and collapsed backwards.
"Wasn't me. Maybe bad gas?" I voiced to a soldier, who then raised his rifle to show the butt, and then meleed me into unconsciousness.
"Ahh!" I gasped as a bucket of water was thrown over me, awakening me. A man in a half uniform stood before me.
"What did you do to Psimon?" He demanded in English; it's the middle east, does anyone speak anything other than English? Am I being punk'd?
"Is he the Telepath?" They took my robes, it was hard to feel upset about that, they were itchy.
"Yes, now answer." He backhanded me. And I spat some blood from my newly bleeding lip. Dickhead.
"Fine. Telepaths remotely interface with the brain's neural electricity. To read the thoughts or whatever. "
"I said answer, girl. Not blather." He interrupted.
"I am. Most people's brains are like books. My mind is like a mechanical Non-Euclidean computer made from diamond razors. You stick anything in there and it'll get pulped. So there, he pulped himself. I didn't do shit."
"Hmm, I believe you." Most likely because you ran out of telepaths to prove me wrong with. "Why are you here? What is your mission?"
"I crashed landed, I don't even know where I am beyond the vague notion that I'm somewhere in the middle-east, which I am beginning to doubt as there doesn't seem to be anyone here that doesn't speak English."
"Lies." He hissed and slapped me. "What is your mission?"
"Don't have one? Who are you supposed to be the Anti-American Squad?"
"I ask the questions." He slapped me again. "Name?"
"Edward Jones." Lies, it's Lawson.
"Good try. But that doesn't match three of the four passports we found in your bag." What's the point in the question then?
"Where did you obtain your technology? It is Human-made! Who made it?" Shit, do I come clean? It would make me more valuable to keep alive, but more difficult long term. I could lie, but what would be believe able? I found it? Stole it?
"Hey!" He backhanded me. "Less thinking of clever lies and more answering!" Truth it is.
"I built it." I said, "Took me 5 years and a lot of resources."
"You? You're a little girl. What would you know?" He was testing me.
"You found me, in an escape pod. With a futuristic pistol and a high-tech healing band. And you are confused about how intelligent I am?"
"We caught you pretty easily for such a smart girl." He mocked.
"You found me because of the telepath, not because of your overwhelming tactical brilliance. Don't construe facts to fit your ego." This time he punched me; the chair I was tied to got knocked over with the force of the punch, I go with it.
"Think about how you address your superiors, backtalk will get you killed in future. No matter how valuable you think you are." He opened the cell door and parted with "Maybe you'll be more cooperative when Queen Bee visits. I understand she is not happy with her pet freak's death; with luck, she'll take it out of your hide." He slammed the door and locked it.
I think he isn't happy he lost control, he probably isn't used to it.
I began to take stock of my injuries. My nose is broken, and my head wound has reopened. My head felt very clear, the bacta band must have finished, prior to its removal. The injection point is bandaged, they must have ripped it out, and I began to bleed heavily before they got their answers. Can't have the prisoners die inconveniently.
I felt out my cuffs, I'm just cuffed behind my back to a metal chair. Kinda lax, but I won't complain.
I'm in a concrete room, which is likely a remote prison. Can't have the dissidents near the population, the government needed them away from them so they can't fade back into the crowd. I can hear running water which is likely a river.
I can possibly escape now. This Queen Bee is likely the local dictator, sorry forced democratic leader. This meant the base will likely be in a rush to get ready to receive her. Women have generally had high standards of cleanliness, and dictators aren't known for being forgiving.
Woman don't usually become long term dictators unless they have an extreme advantage on their side. So, superpowers are very likely.
And suddenly I don't want to meet the superpowered dictator.
AN: So, Chapter 1 done, what did you think? I'm looking for Betas to review my work, I'd really like to get better at writing. So, if you are interested please speak up.
See you next time space cowboy.
This story came to me when I watching this video and thinking "I wonder what she'd do is superman knocked on the glass?" Here we go!
Build:
Inspired Inventor
Geas (aversion to magic)
Psychic nosebleed
You need worth opponents (Endbringers will become active if you act high profile.)
No meta-knowledge.
Inspired Inventor
Geas (aversion to magic)
Psychic nosebleed
You need worth opponents (Endbringers will become active if you act high profile.)
No meta-knowledge.
Chapter 1: A wild superman appears.
I liked gaming, it relaxed me. No complex thoughts, no world bending ideas or inventions.
Just press button X to kill the enemy y.
Most mothers hated gaming, but it's the lowest effort fun that ever been invented, even by me. And I have a non-Euclidean crystalline supercomputer stuck in my brain.
I exhaled a sigh, I'm sick of Legend of Dragoon, time to switch. I closed the emulator.
And booted up Dark Souls 3, I preferred it to Dark Souls 1 and 2. Now I'm no graphics whore, but a girl loves her some fat HD every now and again.
I double-checked the stealth drive is working as the game loaded. I've been parked next to this satellite for 3 days now, nearly out of food and I'll have to return home soon. But the lag is so bad at my house.
I exhaled a sigh again. Lag isn't the only reason I don't want to return home.
Dark souls 3 is loaded up. Hmm. NG+5 knight with great-sword or new run? I could do a deprived play-through. As I pondered my save files, I grabbed a slice of cold pizza. The lukewarm cheese filled my mouth. I do love great swords.
KNOCK. KNOCK.
I dropped my pizza and froze. My mind began to whirl. It's a hard vacuum outside, and 36,000 kilometres up. So, what the fuck is knocking on my spaceship window?
I turn to look and saw a set of startlingly blue eyes and a red cape.
Superman knocked on my window. In space.
I unfroze and grabbed a pizza box and a marker pen. A moment later I held it up.
'Supes, Go 2 rear-air lock!' He gave me a thumbs up and vanished.
I flipped a switch which opened the rear-air lock and watched via video as superman, the man of steel flew gently into my spaceship. I closed the airlock and air cycling began. I walked down to the rear of the ship.
I realised why didn't have any warning before 'sudden superman knocked', the scanner system is so potent that it detected too much, and raised the alarm over everything and anything. So I set it to ignore everything except the things I tell it to.
So, note to self kyrptoians needed to go on to the detection list like yesterday
Anyway, my first guest on my ship and it's superman.
No pressure. I toggled the airlock which opens. He stepped out.
"Superman of the Justice League. Welcome aboard the Bebop." I gestured with my full hand. "Cold pizza?"
"No, thanks." He said "I just ate. Permission to come aboard captain?" He is humouring me, better humour him back.
"Granted."
"Thank you. So, you know who I am. I didn't get your name miss."
"Edward." I know it's a boy's name, take it up with my father. Biology and naming convention be damn according to him and Edward Junior I was born.
"Edward?"
"Edward or Ed."
"Nice to meet you, Ed." We shook hands, "So that's what you are doing up here? Apart from eating spoiled pizza?"
So straight to business, then again cold, spoiled pizza isn't exactly the best bribe.
"Come to the cockpit. The view is amazing." I started to walk, he followed.
Now safely nestled in my seat with the most powerful superhero as my co-pilot. I load up my NG+5 Knight and begin smashing mobs with my great sword.
"This is what I'm doing." I stated.
"Playing video games?" He did not believe me, I can tell.
"The internet speed is god tier up here, less interference and more ping. So, you know, when a girl has gotta get her game on. Nothing will stop her, whether it be bad internet connection or the gravity well of earth." Shit, I died. Fucking gravity killed me. Damn you, From Software!
"You flew to space so you could play video games?" He said in disbelief, "Where did you get the ship?"
"You think I stole her?"
"I think that I need an answer." He thought I stole it.
"I built her." I wait for the disbelief.
"You built a spaceship." He questioned.
"I built this spaceship and everything on it." I confirmed. I managed to grab my souls and hightailed it outta there. Never, ever do a death run for your souls unless you really want to.
"It took entire nations, billions of dollars, years of hard work and expertise to get to space. And you did in what 10 years?" He tried to guess my age, it's hard to accept I'm 16 when I looked like this, but that's the price I pay for genetically re-engineering my body.
"5 years." And a lot of artificial assistance, not easy for an 11-year-old to do precision engineering with sausage fingers, shard power assistance or not.
"5 years?"
"To be fair they had to test and invent their way into space via trial and error. Not an easy handicap to overcome."
"Wow." He sounded like he believed me.
"You believe me?"
"I do. You are a very special young lady, Edward."
"So, what now?" I paused at a bonfire and put down my controller. And looked him in his baby blues, while I sipped a soda.
"Well, I came here to determine if you were a threat to earth."
"Only on my period." I was joking, of course, I engineered that flaw out of my body. Although his face gets a little wooden at that comment.
"Ha." He isn't laughing. "Anyway, you seem fine. So, keep your nose clean, don't take any more gaming trips."
"No more gaming trips." Didn't say anything about any other kind of trips.
"Alright then, where do you live."
"Earth." I'm a teenager, I get to be petulant.
He let out a sigh, "I'm going to check up on you later. I want to ensure you get home safely."
"Oh right, because this is a bad neighbourhood, a lot of crime around here." I gestured to the vast empty space visible through the window.
"You'd be surprised, we had a giant laser satellite try to melt a couple of cities the other day." He countered my strange fiction with his stranger truth.
"Why a laser? Orbital kinetic kill weapons are more effective and efficient. The resources need to make the final product would be immense." I could do it cheaper. I can see the design already. "And why try and kill a city, there are cheaper and more cost-effective ways than a giant death ray. Who built this thing a cartoon character?" I asked.
Superman was looking a little concerned.
"Too much?" I asked. I get that, super science is best shown not spoken.
"No, your nose is bleeding." What? I touched it, and my finger came away red.
"Ah, damn it. It's the air filters, plus my weak nasal tissue." No, it's my brain tissue, and it's bad, I've been working for too long. I need to get back home. "These things happen. I'll see you off and then rocket home."
We began to walk back to the airlock.
"Sure, I need to report to the League anyway." He stepped into the Bebop's airlock. "It was a pleasure meeting you Edward. We shook hands again. I heard a clink, I looked down and saw my ring in pieces.
"Shit, my ring." I grabbed the ring's pieces, damn it, I've had this a long time. It's very durable. But apparently Kryptonian trumps it, lucky I didn't lose a hand.
"I'm sorry, I didn't mean to- "I cut him off.
"Don't worry Supes. I can build a spaceship; I can fix a ring. Take care." I pocketed the pieces. And closed the airlock, I vamoosed to the medical bay.
"MD-6, cerebral scan now!" I ordered my medical droid and jumped on to the examination table.
"Acknowledged. Beginning scan. Scan completed. Assessment: prolonged shard usage, minor neurological damage. Treatment: bacta solution IV bags, and bed rest. Orders?" It reported. 15 minutes. That's an improvement. Damn droid used to take 2 hours to do the same job a year ago.
"Spin me up some of the IV stuff, and I'll rest at home, gotta set the autopilot." The droid gave me a blue and clear armband the fed directly into my veins. Portable bacta, for the restless patient. "Cheers doc."
"Acknowledged, ensure that you get the rest you need."
"No worries, I don't have a concern in the world at the moment." And at that moment, the world decided to prove me wrong. Alarms started to go off. Red emergency lighting began to flash.
"Alert, missile lock detected, engines offline, please re-start engines to initiate evasive manoeuvres!" The Bebop's system reported.
"Shit!" I roared and began to run. Engines took 3 minutes to start up from cold. "What happened to the shields?" They are high capacity energy shields and can withstand any missile short of a nuclear one.
"Alert, Shields offline." came the reply. What!
"Why?!" I'll be space dust before I got either of those systems online. My only hope the escape pod.
"Error: Unknown interference detected." Shitballs.
I slammed myself into the pod and hit the release. Explosions come before seat belts. I rocketed out of the bebop and began to fumble with the seat belts. I hit my head against the wall as the explosion happened, I'm thrown in my pod.
And I watched as my hard work, my sole escape, my Bebop, died as the secondary explosions ravaged her.
I sat in my pod, bleeding from the head wound, bruised, exhausted, a bloody wreck.
The pod began to shake, heavily. The temperature shot up. Re-entry.
And I think, I will survive this, and I will return the favour.
Then I blacked out.
<Inventing In Style>
When I stirred to consciousness, the pod was still. Everything hurt.
I unbuckled myself, and I attempt to open the door of my pod. It doesn't move. Heat must have warped the frame.
I hit the emergency release. The explosive pins detonated launching the pod door away.
I grabbed the go-bag, from the storage locker, I briefly consider getting the rest of the supplies, but if this is a hositle zone. I need to get gone and carrying several kilograms of supplies while injured in a hostile zone, sounds like a terrible fucking idea.
I can always come back, right?
I leave the supplies and climbed out. I slumped against the edge of the pod. And looked around.
Where am I? And am I in danger?
Two simple questions with very complex answers.
I had landed in what looks like a storage room. High ceiling, wide space, filled with tools and equipment.
Not modern enough to be in the west. The middle east maybe?
I considered the fact that I'm not in a crater, the kinetic dampeners must have worked. Probably burned out from this landing. I do, do good work.
I make for door and pulled my gun from the go-bag. The PPN-8 Personal Defence Sidearm, this is a special gun because it can do silenced firing. Not real lifestyle silenced, fucking Hollywood level silenced! Took me a day to make, and I was very proud.
I cracked the door and peeked out.
There is a crowd, yup I'm most definitely in the Middle East. No westerner would be caught dead in the fashion disaster that is those robes. I ducked my head back in.
So, my crash landing was noticed. By a horde of people and most likely the authorities with a distinct dislike of white girls are probably on the way.
Yay me.
Ok, I needed to get somewhere safe, patch up my wounds and get a change of clothes. I stuck out like a sore thumb in my booty shorts and singlet. I dressed for gaming, not for crashing landing.
I spotted my opportunity and aimed for an unattended food stand's gas bottle. A quick silent bullet detonated the bottle, which distracted the crowd with the bright orange flames and a delightful boom.
I ran into the alleyway across from the warehouse. And ducked over a fence, into someone's back yard.
I checked the house; the owner is probably out. I set up in the bathroom and began to focus.
Install: Battlefield medicine mastery
The knowledge began to flow in and washed away the advanced hacking. And I knew what to do and how to do it.
I washed the blood, cleaned the wounds, bandaged them in 4 minutes. I assessed the drugs in the bathroom cabinet and ignored them in favour of my bacta armband that was still pumping me healthy.
Sorry MD-6, no bed rest just yet. I felt a tinge of sadness at the thought of my destroyed medical droid. I squished that tinge and refocused.
Ok, I'm not healthy but I would recover in time. Time to switch.
Install: Tactical espionage mastery.
I'm not a fan of personal violence, but I swallowed my discomfort, as the violent knowledge flowed in.
I walked into the bedroom and assembled a disguise. Once I was set. I walked out the front door, no one ever watched the front door.
And I stopped. To see a small army of soldiers with guns pointed directly at me. The horde of people from early nowhere to be found. How did I not notice the noise from the crowd disappeared? Oh, headwound. Der.
"Hello, Girl. Kneel with your hands on your hand and we won't kill you." A pale man in a dark hood asked in English. A leader?
I did as I was instructed to, normally I would have protested. But my Tactical espionage mastery said to do otherwise. I needed time to heal, that and a third world prisoner cell is easier to escape from than a firing squad.
The pale man gestured, and two soldiers ran over, tied my hands and frisked me. Goodbye PPN-8, goodbye snacks.
The pale man examined the PPN-8 that the soldiers delivered, and noticed that it's high tech, not hard to with an ammo counter below the rear sight.
"Where did you get this?" He asked with a smile. Probably thinking of the bonus he'd get from his superiors from this.
I shrugged. Still a teen and still petulant.
The pale man's smile turned creepy, and removed his hood, and showed a visibly enlarged cerebral cortex with a synthetic clear skull protecting it.
What the hell, does he want to tan his grey matter? Such a low-quality surgery. I don't know what was intended to happen after such a procedure. But the results are subpar. That is for certain.
"No matter. I can take the answers from your pretty little head." Telepathy. What a shit way to develop telepathy.
I felt the cold tendrils slipped into my mind, and suddenly the pale man let out a shriek and collapsed backwards.
"Wasn't me. Maybe bad gas?" I voiced to a soldier, who then raised his rifle to show the butt, and then meleed me into unconsciousness.
<Inventing In Style>
"Ahh!" I gasped as a bucket of water was thrown over me, awakening me. A man in a half uniform stood before me.
"What did you do to Psimon?" He demanded in English; it's the middle east, does anyone speak anything other than English? Am I being punk'd?
"Is he the Telepath?" They took my robes, it was hard to feel upset about that, they were itchy.
"Yes, now answer." He backhanded me. And I spat some blood from my newly bleeding lip. Dickhead.
"Fine. Telepaths remotely interface with the brain's neural electricity. To read the thoughts or whatever. "
"I said answer, girl. Not blather." He interrupted.
"I am. Most people's brains are like books. My mind is like a mechanical Non-Euclidean computer made from diamond razors. You stick anything in there and it'll get pulped. So there, he pulped himself. I didn't do shit."
"Hmm, I believe you." Most likely because you ran out of telepaths to prove me wrong with. "Why are you here? What is your mission?"
"I crashed landed, I don't even know where I am beyond the vague notion that I'm somewhere in the middle-east, which I am beginning to doubt as there doesn't seem to be anyone here that doesn't speak English."
"Lies." He hissed and slapped me. "What is your mission?"
"Don't have one? Who are you supposed to be the Anti-American Squad?"
"I ask the questions." He slapped me again. "Name?"
"Edward Jones." Lies, it's Lawson.
"Good try. But that doesn't match three of the four passports we found in your bag." What's the point in the question then?
"Where did you obtain your technology? It is Human-made! Who made it?" Shit, do I come clean? It would make me more valuable to keep alive, but more difficult long term. I could lie, but what would be believe able? I found it? Stole it?
"Hey!" He backhanded me. "Less thinking of clever lies and more answering!" Truth it is.
"I built it." I said, "Took me 5 years and a lot of resources."
"You? You're a little girl. What would you know?" He was testing me.
"You found me, in an escape pod. With a futuristic pistol and a high-tech healing band. And you are confused about how intelligent I am?"
"We caught you pretty easily for such a smart girl." He mocked.
"You found me because of the telepath, not because of your overwhelming tactical brilliance. Don't construe facts to fit your ego." This time he punched me; the chair I was tied to got knocked over with the force of the punch, I go with it.
"Think about how you address your superiors, backtalk will get you killed in future. No matter how valuable you think you are." He opened the cell door and parted with "Maybe you'll be more cooperative when Queen Bee visits. I understand she is not happy with her pet freak's death; with luck, she'll take it out of your hide." He slammed the door and locked it.
I think he isn't happy he lost control, he probably isn't used to it.
I began to take stock of my injuries. My nose is broken, and my head wound has reopened. My head felt very clear, the bacta band must have finished, prior to its removal. The injection point is bandaged, they must have ripped it out, and I began to bleed heavily before they got their answers. Can't have the prisoners die inconveniently.
I felt out my cuffs, I'm just cuffed behind my back to a metal chair. Kinda lax, but I won't complain.
I'm in a concrete room, which is likely a remote prison. Can't have the dissidents near the population, the government needed them away from them so they can't fade back into the crowd. I can hear running water which is likely a river.
I can possibly escape now. This Queen Bee is likely the local dictator, sorry forced democratic leader. This meant the base will likely be in a rush to get ready to receive her. Women have generally had high standards of cleanliness, and dictators aren't known for being forgiving.
Woman don't usually become long term dictators unless they have an extreme advantage on their side. So, superpowers are very likely.
And suddenly I don't want to meet the superpowered dictator.
Time to escape.
AN: So, Chapter 1 done, what did you think? I'm looking for Betas to review my work, I'd really like to get better at writing. So, if you are interested please speak up.
See you next time space cowboy.
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