I'm thinking of doing a little compilation of short interludes to cover up a few plot points that have been bugging me for a bit. do you think that would be a good idea and do you think I have a problem with pacing?
I'm thinking of doing a little compilation of short interludes to cover up a few plot points that have been bugging me for a bit. do you think that would be a good idea and do you think I have a problem with pacing?
chapter 10
A/N so I just discovered what I writing is called an OC insert so yeah. I rewrote this chapter like two times so just tell me if you guys want that posted. I'll tell you right now it isn't very good and I wrote it half asleep. also tried a new thing with AI art.
"Fuck!" I screamed, reeling back and clutching the part of my jaw a molten hot fragment of metal had dug into.
Stumbling I collapsed into a whimpering ball as I kept massaging the burning part of my face over and over again, pain once again encompassing my entire being. This had been happening all too often lately first with those two assholes in the alleyway then with these guys just stumbling onto my home. If there was a god he probably hated me or found this amusing because this was bullshit.
Out of the corner of my eye, I could see the dick heads approaching me chatting excitedly as they put their guns in their waistbands like the shitheads they were.
"정말 멋졌어, 진. 총알은 벽에 부딪혀 남자를 맞았다. 그것이 당신이하는 방법입니다."(That was really cool, Jin. The bullet hit the wall and hit the man. That's how you do it.) One of the Asians said fist bumping his friend.
"Shut the fuck up!" I half groaned half yelled.
"하. 이 작은 놈 좀 봐."( ha look at this little bastard) the other said cracking his neck as he approached."어른들을 공경하라고 말한 사람이 아무도 없나요?"(Has no one ever told you to respect your elders?) A boot slammed into the side of my head sending me sprawling onto the floor.
Thankfully all of my teeth were still in my mouth but now my head was ringing and I couldn't hear Jack so I wasn't at all surprised when his foot buried itself into my stomach without any warning.
Bile threatened to spill out of my throat as my head slammed onto the cold hard floor, the impact slightly softened by the rebound effect of the material. Their assault was relentless; multiple hits landed all across my body with the only exception being my head.
Steve had tried to get them off me but failed spectacularly when they broke his fragile legs along with the delicate antigrav floaters within. They couldn't get past the armor on the main body but the thin weaker polymer between the joints easily fractured once they put their full body weight on it.
The shattered remains of my creation brought a deep pain in my chest. These shitstains were going to pay dearly. Even as I crawled away too tired to stand on my bruised and battered legs they laughed, they had invaded my home hurt my creation and they fucking laughed.
Blood spilled from my mouth from my bleeding tongue as I seethed and raged. The only thing keeping me moving was the slow countdown in my ear letting me know how long it would take for my swarm to arrive.
From within the darkness a slowly growing mass of yellow eyes approached as the ground rumbled. My tormentors were too invested in playing with my creation to notice. Then in a split second, the swarm descended in a wave of synthetic material the shouts of surprise quickly turned into screams of pain as the mono-molecular blades sliced through them.
A few drones broke off from the growing mass to help my battered and bruised body up. With shaking steps supported by two stacks of drones, I made my way over to the two Asian men. The two pathetic fucks were a bloody mess whimpering while they cradled the bloody stumps that were their legs and arms.
From the amount of blood covering just about everything they were probably going to die soon. I really should be glad they had chosen This shitty world had shown me one thing, life was the same no matter where I went.
I had some hope this world would be different than where I was from but no the vast majority of people are assholes. Not through any fault of their own of course but through the failure of everything around them and as they felt the repeated failures of the government and community they would resort to tearing down those around them to get ahead which would start the cycle all over again.
I was still going to kill these assholes.
You don't go into someone's home, beat them up, and shoot their favorite pet and not at least get repeatedly stabbed in the kidneys.
Crouching down I felt my legs scream in protest at the strenuous movement I let out a grunt as I finally settled into place right at their heads. Reaching down I grabbed one of them by their hair and yanked him up so I could get a good look at him.
It wasn't noticeable from afar but now that I got a good look at it up close he wasn't what anyone would call handsome with a giant flesh colored scar that ran across his entire face. The burn looked purposeful like someone had held a clothing iron up to his face.
Curious.
"Kill them," I ordered my drones.
They barely uttered a sound before they were freed from the suffering of a slow death. I didn't feel bad for killing them; they had chosen to do this after all but I wasn't particularly overjoyed about their deaths. I just didn't care about them enough to feel anything about their deaths.
With a grunt I threw the head towards one of my drones who carried it off towards the hatchery, probably to convert it into more biofuel. But right now I really wanted a nap and this puddle of blood wouldn't have been the best place to lie down.
I sighed as I realized just how far the walk would be in my injured state and with most of my drones off to set up the graveyard base. Hopefully, it would be up by the time I woke up and I could start tearing down the derelict wrecks. Once that was up I could start making the big units but first I would have to resolve the exploding problem they had.
Seriously, what was up with that? It was never in the game nor in any of the cutscenes.
Just another problem I would have to deal with.
With one last groan, I started the long trek back to my bed made all the worse by the giant bruises starting to form on my arms and legs.
Waking up on the stairs was never pleasant, much less so when one was covered in bruises from head to toe. Apparently, I hadn't made it to the couch cushions I called a bed before passing out and now I was paying the price.
Violently twisting my back I got rid of some of the ache in my body and got up cracking my knees and elbows in the process. Slowly step by careful step I made my way down the stairs all the while looking at the hodgepodge that was my warehouse.
It was shit I realized the layout provided no defenses that I could hide behind and everything was strewn about with no rhyme or reason. My teleportation pack was in between the furnace and the hatchery merely a pile of parts at the moment, the hatchery was wide out in the open just waiting for someone to come along and find it, and the doors to the warehouse were wide open letting anyone see the insides of my home.
It only took nearly dying to figure that out.
When I finally made it down to the main floor I fell right back down on the stairs, my ass hitting the hard metal with a thump. I thought about how I would go about organizing my home and making it harder to just walk in and shoot me.
I know I wanted to close up two of the doors permanently and have the last one fully working with upgraded locks. It had been a stupid decision to solely rely on my drones for defense only for me to have sent them away and this would hopefully be the first step to fixing that.
Definitely some tables for all of my projects but most of them had to remain unbolted from the ground so they could be quickly flipped over. Also, some storage racks couldn't hurt but those absolutely had to be bolted to the ground.
Didn't want to be accidentally crushed under them.
Hmm, what next?
Probably time to upgrade the hatchery into a lair so I could add fun things like the Hydralisk to my small army and the ever fun spire. While not really useful right now it could evolve to create the even more fun greater spire which would then make the great Battlecarrier Lord.
A dumbass name for what was essentially a mobile starship weapon.
I should also order all the upgrade buildings to be produced but where would I put them?
After a good minute of looking around and trying to figure out where I should put them I just decided I would dig another hole.
However, this time I wouldn't be allowing them to build it out of bullshit material and would have them stick strictly to galvanized steel.
Was it a good use of what little Zinc I had?
Probably not but I couldn't be bothered to go find some tungsten or something else that could withstand all that pressure and would look as pretty. Thankfully I had barely enough zinc saved from all the broken TVs, junk, and random bits of metal that I could make just about make the entire room I wanted.
My robots were useful like that doing all the hard calculations for me. What adorable murder machines.
I set about directing what little drones stayed behind on how I wanted everything. We hit a little snag halfway through where they just kept building shit out of weirdonium, a pg version name for the metal that had almost killed me.
I had tried to explain to them that if they built the tables out of the stuff like they wanted, anything I wanted to build would be destroyed. Unfortunately, I don't think they quite understood me and went right on back to it. Eventually, I just had to blacklist that material from being used in the base to get them to build stuff out of proper stone and steel. Stone for the workshop tables because even without weirdonium they could still form some damn good silicate structures and steel for the storage racks because it was my most abundant metal at the moment.
Unfortunately, these would have to be painted to prevent them from rusting so I went with my second favorite color after galvanized steel, black.
In the end, the racks ended up a bit wonky but could easily hold five times my weight on them and the tables ended up exactly how I wanted. As a finishing touch, I ordered the drones to recreate some of the electronic bits they had collected and other miscellaneous things I might need. All stored in nicely laid out boxes in my new janky storage.
Nodding my head in satisfaction I admired my or rather my drone's handiwork but I couldn't help but feel something was missing. After a moment of thinking I realized I had never installed lights.
Having the drones make a little Egonergy generator was simple but for some reason, it took them nearly an hour to get fluorescent lights right. After no small amount of shouting on my end and chirps on theirs, they completed the lights and hung them up.
They weren't powered up just yet though.
I made my way over to the connection port that would power the whole thing and ordered my drones to follow. Turning around to face my little hellions I began my speech.
"My Drones my creations today through your hard work we finally have a place that we can call a proper home," their beady drone eyes continued to stare at me but underneath it all I saw a glimmer of understanding." from the depths of my heart you have my thanks and even if I do not have a drink in hand I think a toast to a special drone is in order. Bot-043 your exceptional handiwork allowed us to overcome the great light problem of 0-10. Bot-076 it was through your actions that this very generator was completed swiftly." enjoying myself just a tad too much I raised an imaginary glass "to us and may we build a great many more things together,"
Without further ado I plugged the lights in and watched as for the first time since I had arrived here the interior of this small warehouse was illuminated by artificial light.
I took a moment to enjoy the occasion before I noticed the sound of someone trying to hold in a laugh. Turning around I saw Taylor in the only entrance left desperately trying to hold back laughter.
fuck.
"Fuck!" I screamed, reeling back and clutching the part of my jaw a molten hot fragment of metal had dug into.
Stumbling I collapsed into a whimpering ball as I kept massaging the burning part of my face over and over again, pain once again encompassing my entire being. This had been happening all too often lately first with those two assholes in the alleyway then with these guys just stumbling onto my home. If there was a god he probably hated me or found this amusing because this was bullshit.
Out of the corner of my eye, I could see the dick heads approaching me chatting excitedly as they put their guns in their waistbands like the shitheads they were.
"정말 멋졌어, 진. 총알은 벽에 부딪혀 남자를 맞았다. 그것이 당신이하는 방법입니다."(That was really cool, Jin. The bullet hit the wall and hit the man. That's how you do it.) One of the Asians said fist bumping his friend.
"Shut the fuck up!" I half groaned half yelled.
"하. 이 작은 놈 좀 봐."( ha look at this little bastard) the other said cracking his neck as he approached."어른들을 공경하라고 말한 사람이 아무도 없나요?"(Has no one ever told you to respect your elders?) A boot slammed into the side of my head sending me sprawling onto the floor.
Thankfully all of my teeth were still in my mouth but now my head was ringing and I couldn't hear Jack so I wasn't at all surprised when his foot buried itself into my stomach without any warning.
Bile threatened to spill out of my throat as my head slammed onto the cold hard floor, the impact slightly softened by the rebound effect of the material. Their assault was relentless; multiple hits landed all across my body with the only exception being my head.
Steve had tried to get them off me but failed spectacularly when they broke his fragile legs along with the delicate antigrav floaters within. They couldn't get past the armor on the main body but the thin weaker polymer between the joints easily fractured once they put their full body weight on it.
The shattered remains of my creation brought a deep pain in my chest. These shitstains were going to pay dearly. Even as I crawled away too tired to stand on my bruised and battered legs they laughed, they had invaded my home hurt my creation and they fucking laughed.
Blood spilled from my mouth from my bleeding tongue as I seethed and raged. The only thing keeping me moving was the slow countdown in my ear letting me know how long it would take for my swarm to arrive.
From within the darkness a slowly growing mass of yellow eyes approached as the ground rumbled. My tormentors were too invested in playing with my creation to notice. Then in a split second, the swarm descended in a wave of synthetic material the shouts of surprise quickly turned into screams of pain as the mono-molecular blades sliced through them.
A few drones broke off from the growing mass to help my battered and bruised body up. With shaking steps supported by two stacks of drones, I made my way over to the two Asian men. The two pathetic fucks were a bloody mess whimpering while they cradled the bloody stumps that were their legs and arms.
From the amount of blood covering just about everything they were probably going to die soon. I really should be glad they had chosen This shitty world had shown me one thing, life was the same no matter where I went.
I had some hope this world would be different than where I was from but no the vast majority of people are assholes. Not through any fault of their own of course but through the failure of everything around them and as they felt the repeated failures of the government and community they would resort to tearing down those around them to get ahead which would start the cycle all over again.
I was still going to kill these assholes.
You don't go into someone's home, beat them up, and shoot their favorite pet and not at least get repeatedly stabbed in the kidneys.
Crouching down I felt my legs scream in protest at the strenuous movement I let out a grunt as I finally settled into place right at their heads. Reaching down I grabbed one of them by their hair and yanked him up so I could get a good look at him.
It wasn't noticeable from afar but now that I got a good look at it up close he wasn't what anyone would call handsome with a giant flesh colored scar that ran across his entire face. The burn looked purposeful like someone had held a clothing iron up to his face.
Curious.
"Kill them," I ordered my drones.
They barely uttered a sound before they were freed from the suffering of a slow death. I didn't feel bad for killing them; they had chosen to do this after all but I wasn't particularly overjoyed about their deaths. I just didn't care about them enough to feel anything about their deaths.
With a grunt I threw the head towards one of my drones who carried it off towards the hatchery, probably to convert it into more biofuel. But right now I really wanted a nap and this puddle of blood wouldn't have been the best place to lie down.
I sighed as I realized just how far the walk would be in my injured state and with most of my drones off to set up the graveyard base. Hopefully, it would be up by the time I woke up and I could start tearing down the derelict wrecks. Once that was up I could start making the big units but first I would have to resolve the exploding problem they had.
Seriously, what was up with that? It was never in the game nor in any of the cutscenes.
Just another problem I would have to deal with.
With one last groan, I started the long trek back to my bed made all the worse by the giant bruises starting to form on my arms and legs.
Waking up on the stairs was never pleasant, much less so when one was covered in bruises from head to toe. Apparently, I hadn't made it to the couch cushions I called a bed before passing out and now I was paying the price.
Violently twisting my back I got rid of some of the ache in my body and got up cracking my knees and elbows in the process. Slowly step by careful step I made my way down the stairs all the while looking at the hodgepodge that was my warehouse.
It was shit I realized the layout provided no defenses that I could hide behind and everything was strewn about with no rhyme or reason. My teleportation pack was in between the furnace and the hatchery merely a pile of parts at the moment, the hatchery was wide out in the open just waiting for someone to come along and find it, and the doors to the warehouse were wide open letting anyone see the insides of my home.
It only took nearly dying to figure that out.
When I finally made it down to the main floor I fell right back down on the stairs, my ass hitting the hard metal with a thump. I thought about how I would go about organizing my home and making it harder to just walk in and shoot me.
I know I wanted to close up two of the doors permanently and have the last one fully working with upgraded locks. It had been a stupid decision to solely rely on my drones for defense only for me to have sent them away and this would hopefully be the first step to fixing that.
Definitely some tables for all of my projects but most of them had to remain unbolted from the ground so they could be quickly flipped over. Also, some storage racks couldn't hurt but those absolutely had to be bolted to the ground.
Didn't want to be accidentally crushed under them.
Hmm, what next?
Probably time to upgrade the hatchery into a lair so I could add fun things like the Hydralisk to my small army and the ever fun spire. While not really useful right now it could evolve to create the even more fun greater spire which would then make the great Battlecarrier Lord.
A dumbass name for what was essentially a mobile starship weapon.
I should also order all the upgrade buildings to be produced but where would I put them?
After a good minute of looking around and trying to figure out where I should put them I just decided I would dig another hole.
However, this time I wouldn't be allowing them to build it out of bullshit material and would have them stick strictly to galvanized steel.
Was it a good use of what little Zinc I had?
Probably not but I couldn't be bothered to go find some tungsten or something else that could withstand all that pressure and would look as pretty. Thankfully I had barely enough zinc saved from all the broken TVs, junk, and random bits of metal that I could make just about make the entire room I wanted.
My robots were useful like that doing all the hard calculations for me. What adorable murder machines.
I set about directing what little drones stayed behind on how I wanted everything. We hit a little snag halfway through where they just kept building shit out of weirdonium, a pg version name for the metal that had almost killed me.
I had tried to explain to them that if they built the tables out of the stuff like they wanted, anything I wanted to build would be destroyed. Unfortunately, I don't think they quite understood me and went right on back to it. Eventually, I just had to blacklist that material from being used in the base to get them to build stuff out of proper stone and steel. Stone for the workshop tables because even without weirdonium they could still form some damn good silicate structures and steel for the storage racks because it was my most abundant metal at the moment.
Unfortunately, these would have to be painted to prevent them from rusting so I went with my second favorite color after galvanized steel, black.
In the end, the racks ended up a bit wonky but could easily hold five times my weight on them and the tables ended up exactly how I wanted. As a finishing touch, I ordered the drones to recreate some of the electronic bits they had collected and other miscellaneous things I might need. All stored in nicely laid out boxes in my new janky storage.
Nodding my head in satisfaction I admired my or rather my drone's handiwork but I couldn't help but feel something was missing. After a moment of thinking I realized I had never installed lights.
Having the drones make a little Egonergy generator was simple but for some reason, it took them nearly an hour to get fluorescent lights right. After no small amount of shouting on my end and chirps on theirs, they completed the lights and hung them up.
They weren't powered up just yet though.
I made my way over to the connection port that would power the whole thing and ordered my drones to follow. Turning around to face my little hellions I began my speech.
"My Drones my creations today through your hard work we finally have a place that we can call a proper home," their beady drone eyes continued to stare at me but underneath it all I saw a glimmer of understanding." from the depths of my heart you have my thanks and even if I do not have a drink in hand I think a toast to a special drone is in order. Bot-043 your exceptional handiwork allowed us to overcome the great light problem of 0-10. Bot-076 it was through your actions that this very generator was completed swiftly." enjoying myself just a tad too much I raised an imaginary glass "to us and may we build a great many more things together,"
Without further ado I plugged the lights in and watched as for the first time since I had arrived here the interior of this small warehouse was illuminated by artificial light.
I took a moment to enjoy the occasion before I noticed the sound of someone trying to hold in a laugh. Turning around I saw Taylor in the only entrance left desperately trying to hold back laughter.
fuck.
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Tisaku
Head Chief Thinkomancer
antigrav
Jupiteresse
The bard of blood
- Pronouns
- They/Them
This stuff's pretty fun! Definitely needs some work on the grammar/typos but i liked it quite a bit!
- Location
- va
I was going to comment on the ai generated image at the end but then I realized that it was entirely appropriate for a ai generated work shop made by a bunch of drones that don't quite understand why something would be inconvenient for humans.
Yea I got terrible grammar and my beta reader has been going through exams. Any place where I can get better.
It was the best I could get for what I wanted. ai art is finicky.
Terran tech has healing ray guns. Maybe the MC can use that to fix the dead arm or the gun shot wound in the same arm or the busted face. (How was he able to swing a sludge hammer with one arm?) Also I think the story needs to be planned out a bit more, MC talked about getting new cloths, buy hasn't gotten any thing to wear yet. MC talked about being hungry but only ate candy. MC made a stun gun but its never came up in the conflic. I think the MC has been in the bay for a few days now, but it's hard to grasp a sense of time in the story. Also maybe he should learn to lock the doors to his base. Besides that, I am enjoying this story. The consept is intriguing. Will be following and looking forward to the next chapter
alright so the sledgehammer bit is a secret for the future that I'm trying to build up to as for why he hasn't gotten new clothes he's either been distracted or in the hospital. For the food bit I don't think it's interesting to describe every little bit of food he eats so I didn't include that and added the candy bit for a little humor. the reason he hasn't used the stun gun is because it isn't finished and it's his first day back to the bay which as I said before I'm working up to explaining how he recovers so quickly. Hope that covers some things for ya and if the timing is too confusing I'll go back and add days to the titles. forgot the last bit with the healing ray uhm so I'll be honest I didn't know that since I didn't really focus on the lore and have mostly played mecha Zerg without paying too much attention to anything else. I was just going to keep him crippled until he got to the cyberpunk genre where he replaces his arm with a cybernetic arm. last edit can you link the wiki to the healing gun I want to decide if it will fit.
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True, you don't need to put in every little detail like what the guys eats or wears. An off handed sentence saying the biomatter stored in the in the hive can make food blocks or synthetic cloth would probably suffice. It adds a bit of depths to the story. Also adds a avenue to humor, say the MC is hungry and has an internal monolog about going out for food or eating the questionable food blocks. Or after eating proper food after eating the blocks he crys alittle.
As for the healing tech. Medic (StarCraft) (never posted a link before may not work. Sorry on my phone.)
As for the healing tech. Medic (StarCraft) (never posted a link before may not work. Sorry on my phone.)
hmmm you make some very very good points so I propose a trade I take all of these ideas and incorporate them into the next chapter and in return you get the same inconsistent story as before. In all seriousness I do enjoy people pointing out what I've missed because my memory of things is spotty at best. Of the last 5 fictions I've read I could name like maybe three characters in each story. this is going to probably be a problem later on so I would appreciate it if ya'll could keep me going straight. also, have you noticed how the stimpack logo from starcraft looks like the one from Fallout? also, Titus is kind of an ass.
chapter 11
Forgot to close the doors.
Again.
Taylor continued to snicker as I felt a blush creep across my face.
"What are you doing," She managed to get out.
"Well," I started not sure where to start," Uhm well I did some redecorating,"
That immediately got her to stop as she tried to get a glimpse at what had changed but was blocked by the wall of drones before me.
"Really what did you do?" She asked.
"Just set up some stuff," I responded, still a little embarrassed she caught me giving that silly speech.
"Oh really," She said with a bright smile as she put her hand on her hip," and what does this stuff look like,"
"Oh, jus-" I was interrupted by a loud gasp from Taylor as I turned around.
"What?" I asked confused.
"Your face. What happened to it?" I continued to be confused until I remembered what happened the night before.
"Oh well you know the walls my drones have been making," I explained dismissively as she nodded along," well apparently they like to explode,"
"Does it hurt?" Taylor asked concerned.
"Eh a bit," I said as I waved my hand dismissing my drones as I moved into the workshop proper.
"Do you need anything for it?" she asked following me into my workshop. I heard a little wow escape her as she saw how much had changed.
But she did bring up a valid question: a burn like this could get infected and with how much I didn't want to go back to the hospital it could prove dangerous. A little mental scrolling of the designs in my head brought up a number of things.
The stuff the Protoss keep their critically wounded in would be ideal as it rapidly restores cells and damaged tissue but that required psychic crystals that I didn't have so it wasn't really an option. Then there was the Terran stimpack and healing gun both were good options but the healing gun was way too big for me to even use and from the looks of it the stimpack required a lot of complicated medical equipment to produce. Thankfully most of those I could get around using the Zerg fabricators but that still left the actual juice in the stimpack. From the looks of it, it would require a whole lot of pre programmed stem cells.
Now there were two ways I could get around it: the long and painful process of extracting bone marrow and then sorting through it to find stem cells. Or the much easier and preferable way of just collecting the cells that would need to be grown and preprogramming those to gather at the sight of the wound.
I glanced down at my arm wondering if it could work on damaged nerve cells but quickly dismissed it. I needed to fix the burnt part of my face first, a nonthreatening wound like my arm could come later.
"I might have something," I finally said as we reached one of the workbenches.
"What is it?" she asked, sitting down on one of the stools surrounding the table.
"It's a thing called a stimpack," I answered, pulling up a vice from under the table. One of my drones came up and gave me a drill and a few screws which I used to secure it in place with the pre-bored holes in the table. Using only one hand would have made it difficult but having a drone hold it in place made it a simple process.
"What's that?" Taylor asked, resting her head on her hand as she watched me.
"It's a vice," I absentmindedly responded as I pulled out more things I would need for the project. Namely a valve, a vial, some spare computer parts, and a few other things.
"Not that I know what a vice is. I'm talking about the stimpack," she started fiddling with the wire I had pulled out. The coiled wire quickly transformed into a little bracelet which she hid under the sleeve of her jacket.
"Medical device," I answered shortly but not rudely. I was getting into the groove of things and if I messed this up I would have to start over.
She huffed as she continued to mess with the copper wire twisting it into different shapes. Some I recognized like the bird and the dog but others I didn't like the fat four-armed creature and the one with twigs on its head.
Something was bothering her and I didn't want to deal with it but I had to.
"What's wrong?" I asked moving onto the extraction needle. It was the less complicated part and I could do it while talking.
"I go back to school tomorrow," she answered with a huff.
"And?" a grimace passed over her face as soon as I asked her.
"Sophia's going to be there," she said quietly as she shaped the wire into another shape this one looked vaguely like one of the heroes I had seen on the billboards.
"Oh," was all I could say.
She had told me about the little trio that had been bullying her and unfortunately, she had refused to give me their addresses. I think she knew I was using her as a bit of a lifeline and would well not kill but threaten them.
"Yeah," she said, burying her face in her arm.
We sat there for a while and slowly my stimpack synthesizer formed but I couldn't focus on it no matter how much I tried. What should have taken 30 minutes took nearly an hour and a half simply because I kept circling back to what I was calling the Taylor dilemma.
She couldn't skip school because her dad would notice no matter how absent he had been since her mother's death but she also couldn't tell him for reasons I forgot. It kept running through my head as I finally attached the sample needle and stuck it in my skin.
Suddenly I had an idea why didn't I just get her a little squad of drones to follow her around underground.
It would be simple enough to dig a tunnel under her school and the earbud was easily mistaken for a hearing aid. Fortunately, I had the perfect excuse Christmas had apparently passed while I was in a coma so I could easily get her to accept it as a late Christmas gift.
Was it a tad lazy to not put more thought into it?
Yes, but I frankly didn't care.
Having my drones produce another earbud and wrap it up while I waited for the diagnostics and fabrication system to run its course was fairly simple. Taylor didn't notice a thing still playing with the discarded wire.
She had built up an impressive collection of miniature animals and had moved on to a creature that was beginning to look like a Kola. not sure how I knew what it was as I was fairly certain they had all gone extinct in my time but whatever.
A ding alerted me that the diagnostics had run its course and was beginning to produce a stimpack that would heal the skin and muscle tissue. No luck with the nerves though it seemed I hadn't stuck it in an area where there were enough of them to get a sample.
Unhooking the contraption from my arm I watched as the stimpack at the top slowly filled up with an ominous green liquid. It released itself with a hiss and a bit of gas which caused Taylor to look up at the noise
"Is that the stimpack?" she asked, giving the thing a weird look.
"Yep," I replied, pulling it out of the contraption with a tug.
"What do you do now?"
"Well I think I'm just supposed to stick this in my arm and it should fix my face right up," I answered wiping my thumb over its moist surface. Without another word, I jammed it into my bicep. I was almost disappointed it didn't do anything but nothing perfect the first time.
I pulled it out and was about to stick it back in the armband when the worst itch I'd ever felt spread across my face and down my arm. Gasping in pain I had to slam my hand down on the table just to stop myself from itching my face. Taylor said something but the itching didn't stop and if anything it just got worse until it suddenly disappeared.
"-ephan are you okay?" Taylor yelled out a worried look on her face.
"Ye- '' I coughed up some yellow phlegm that landed on the table"-ah. I'm fine it just itched like hell"
"Really?" She said, giving the phlegm pile a disgusted glance.
"No, I'm slowly dying and that was the last bit of my brain melting away," I replied sarcastically.
An amused snort escaped her.
"Ass," she said, smiling into her arm, my bad attempt at humor taking her mind off of her impending encounter with the trio.
While she continued fiddling with the wire I had given up on using again I moved on to my next project namely the teleportation jacket. I finished the main matrix of the thing while in a half asleep state sometime yesterday I think.
I wasn't really sure what had happened but either last night or sometime during the smores with Taylor I had entered an almost half asleep state and finished it in one go. It was a small thing anyway so it couldn't have taken much time but still, it was weird how I didn't really notice it.
Still, it slowly started to transform from a derelict frame made of some thin bars of steel into something that would actually be useful. I burned myself more than once in my fugue state and Taylor had long given up on getting an answer out of me after my fourth uh huh.
It mainly consisted of two parts, the chest piece and the arm. Both immensely simple yet infinitely more complex than anything I had ever seen both in this world and the last. The chest was the main matrix holder and was clearly alien and the only vaguely human elements had been the frame I had crudely melded it with as a form of rudimentary powered exoskeleton. The actual teleportation matrix was the easiest thing to make with it being as small as it was; the Protoss had refined it so well that even one without their armor or tools could quickly 'borrow' some tools from their captor and make some of their own.
Unless they were Zerg of course the only way to get out of a Zerg prison if you hadn't already been eaten was to get eaten.
So really only Terran tech was compatible with it which was lucky.
Either way, it was the tiniest thing on the armor only taking up a palm's width of space on the chest. No, what really bulked it up was the rudimentary VI I would be using which still needed to be coded which meant only preprogrammed places for now. The computer took up most of the back and made it look like I was beefier than I actually was.
It could easily be hidden under a jacket and this weirdly warm Boston winter was still cold enough to need one so I could wear it in public. Even the arm part would be easy to hide, mainly consisting of two power packs that led to a crude arc taser that could fire a shock up to twelve feet.
When I was finished I hauled the thing upright and gave it a little flourish.
"Tadda," I announced, startling Taylor awake.
"Wha," was her response to my beautiful creation. It took a minute but her brain finally kicked into gear," what's that," she said with a shake of her head to clear out the last of the grogginess.
"A teleportation suit," I stated proudly.
The blank stare I got back would have bothered me at any other time but it was understandable given the sheer stupidity of a teleportation array on something this small.
"What!" she suddenly yelled out before clamping a hand over her mouth," What are you going to do with it,".
"Don't know," I replied sure I could use it to get out of fights and run away but now that I actually learned how to close doors I wouldn't need it a lot.
Besides, tomorrow was my stay in day and even if I wanted to help Taylor I probably couldn't just walk up into a school and pretend I was enrolled there. That would come later when I had a working AI that could hack into half the city's info grid.
" Do you want it?" I asked with a shrug.
"Really?" Taylor gasped," I can have it?"
I shrugged a tad embarrassed
"Sure ju-" I was suddenly interrupted by Taylor slamming into my side in a hug," Hey watch the arm," I said, prying the dead limb out and resting it over her shoulder as a sort of hug.
Awkwardly searching for a way to get out of the hug I spied the little drone I had sent to wrap the control earbud sitting by the lair. Calling it over I was happy to see they had wrapped it in some shiny aluminum foil.
"I also have another present for you," I said, prying her off my body. It wasn't that I didn't appreciate the hug but to quote a very old movie 'I'm not ready to be touched again.' rest in peace Ryan Renolds.
Huh, I guess it's now live long and prosper since he's still alive.
Taylor turned her attention to the skittering robot and crouched down right as it came to a stop by the table.
"What is it?" She asked picking up the tiny box
"I figured since you're always hanging around here you should get your own house key of sorts," I said as she unwrapped it and the tiny earbud fell out, "it's a command node that allows you some degree of access to my drones. It's technically a sub commander node but I figured I might as well give you full access to your own colony under the school so if those assholes try and jump you just teleport back here and just go full scorched earth on those assholes,"
A laugh followed by a hug was my reward and I let out an internal sigh of joy just imagining the chaos I would cause.
A/N sooooo how've y'all been. notexactly sure where I stand with this chapter as it was kind of a lat minute idea formed by scrolling on the wiki which turned into me writing 1000 words in a half asleep state. This was planned for like four to six chapters ahead of where we are right now but I was already to far into the chapter to rewrite it. Anyway I think you'll see where this will go, but it'll be fun to see how Dragon will react to another AI trying to take over half the city's power grid. even I'm not sure what will happen ain't this fun. also yes I know that not how most of that stuff works but hey I don't want to deal with making a chem factory.
Edit: spacing issues
Again.
Taylor continued to snicker as I felt a blush creep across my face.
"What are you doing," She managed to get out.
"Well," I started not sure where to start," Uhm well I did some redecorating,"
That immediately got her to stop as she tried to get a glimpse at what had changed but was blocked by the wall of drones before me.
"Really what did you do?" She asked.
"Just set up some stuff," I responded, still a little embarrassed she caught me giving that silly speech.
"Oh really," She said with a bright smile as she put her hand on her hip," and what does this stuff look like,"
"Oh, jus-" I was interrupted by a loud gasp from Taylor as I turned around.
"What?" I asked confused.
"Your face. What happened to it?" I continued to be confused until I remembered what happened the night before.
"Oh well you know the walls my drones have been making," I explained dismissively as she nodded along," well apparently they like to explode,"
"Does it hurt?" Taylor asked concerned.
"Eh a bit," I said as I waved my hand dismissing my drones as I moved into the workshop proper.
"Do you need anything for it?" she asked following me into my workshop. I heard a little wow escape her as she saw how much had changed.
But she did bring up a valid question: a burn like this could get infected and with how much I didn't want to go back to the hospital it could prove dangerous. A little mental scrolling of the designs in my head brought up a number of things.
The stuff the Protoss keep their critically wounded in would be ideal as it rapidly restores cells and damaged tissue but that required psychic crystals that I didn't have so it wasn't really an option. Then there was the Terran stimpack and healing gun both were good options but the healing gun was way too big for me to even use and from the looks of it the stimpack required a lot of complicated medical equipment to produce. Thankfully most of those I could get around using the Zerg fabricators but that still left the actual juice in the stimpack. From the looks of it, it would require a whole lot of pre programmed stem cells.
Now there were two ways I could get around it: the long and painful process of extracting bone marrow and then sorting through it to find stem cells. Or the much easier and preferable way of just collecting the cells that would need to be grown and preprogramming those to gather at the sight of the wound.
I glanced down at my arm wondering if it could work on damaged nerve cells but quickly dismissed it. I needed to fix the burnt part of my face first, a nonthreatening wound like my arm could come later.
"I might have something," I finally said as we reached one of the workbenches.
"What is it?" she asked, sitting down on one of the stools surrounding the table.
"It's a thing called a stimpack," I answered, pulling up a vice from under the table. One of my drones came up and gave me a drill and a few screws which I used to secure it in place with the pre-bored holes in the table. Using only one hand would have made it difficult but having a drone hold it in place made it a simple process.
"What's that?" Taylor asked, resting her head on her hand as she watched me.
"It's a vice," I absentmindedly responded as I pulled out more things I would need for the project. Namely a valve, a vial, some spare computer parts, and a few other things.
"Not that I know what a vice is. I'm talking about the stimpack," she started fiddling with the wire I had pulled out. The coiled wire quickly transformed into a little bracelet which she hid under the sleeve of her jacket.
"Medical device," I answered shortly but not rudely. I was getting into the groove of things and if I messed this up I would have to start over.
She huffed as she continued to mess with the copper wire twisting it into different shapes. Some I recognized like the bird and the dog but others I didn't like the fat four-armed creature and the one with twigs on its head.
Something was bothering her and I didn't want to deal with it but I had to.
"What's wrong?" I asked moving onto the extraction needle. It was the less complicated part and I could do it while talking.
"I go back to school tomorrow," she answered with a huff.
"And?" a grimace passed over her face as soon as I asked her.
"Sophia's going to be there," she said quietly as she shaped the wire into another shape this one looked vaguely like one of the heroes I had seen on the billboards.
"Oh," was all I could say.
She had told me about the little trio that had been bullying her and unfortunately, she had refused to give me their addresses. I think she knew I was using her as a bit of a lifeline and would well not kill but threaten them.
"Yeah," she said, burying her face in her arm.
We sat there for a while and slowly my stimpack synthesizer formed but I couldn't focus on it no matter how much I tried. What should have taken 30 minutes took nearly an hour and a half simply because I kept circling back to what I was calling the Taylor dilemma.
She couldn't skip school because her dad would notice no matter how absent he had been since her mother's death but she also couldn't tell him for reasons I forgot. It kept running through my head as I finally attached the sample needle and stuck it in my skin.
Suddenly I had an idea why didn't I just get her a little squad of drones to follow her around underground.
It would be simple enough to dig a tunnel under her school and the earbud was easily mistaken for a hearing aid. Fortunately, I had the perfect excuse Christmas had apparently passed while I was in a coma so I could easily get her to accept it as a late Christmas gift.
Was it a tad lazy to not put more thought into it?
Yes, but I frankly didn't care.
Having my drones produce another earbud and wrap it up while I waited for the diagnostics and fabrication system to run its course was fairly simple. Taylor didn't notice a thing still playing with the discarded wire.
She had built up an impressive collection of miniature animals and had moved on to a creature that was beginning to look like a Kola. not sure how I knew what it was as I was fairly certain they had all gone extinct in my time but whatever.
A ding alerted me that the diagnostics had run its course and was beginning to produce a stimpack that would heal the skin and muscle tissue. No luck with the nerves though it seemed I hadn't stuck it in an area where there were enough of them to get a sample.
Unhooking the contraption from my arm I watched as the stimpack at the top slowly filled up with an ominous green liquid. It released itself with a hiss and a bit of gas which caused Taylor to look up at the noise
"Is that the stimpack?" she asked, giving the thing a weird look.
"Yep," I replied, pulling it out of the contraption with a tug.
"What do you do now?"
"Well I think I'm just supposed to stick this in my arm and it should fix my face right up," I answered wiping my thumb over its moist surface. Without another word, I jammed it into my bicep. I was almost disappointed it didn't do anything but nothing perfect the first time.
I pulled it out and was about to stick it back in the armband when the worst itch I'd ever felt spread across my face and down my arm. Gasping in pain I had to slam my hand down on the table just to stop myself from itching my face. Taylor said something but the itching didn't stop and if anything it just got worse until it suddenly disappeared.
"-ephan are you okay?" Taylor yelled out a worried look on her face.
"Ye- '' I coughed up some yellow phlegm that landed on the table"-ah. I'm fine it just itched like hell"
"Really?" She said, giving the phlegm pile a disgusted glance.
"No, I'm slowly dying and that was the last bit of my brain melting away," I replied sarcastically.
An amused snort escaped her.
"Ass," she said, smiling into her arm, my bad attempt at humor taking her mind off of her impending encounter with the trio.
While she continued fiddling with the wire I had given up on using again I moved on to my next project namely the teleportation jacket. I finished the main matrix of the thing while in a half asleep state sometime yesterday I think.
I wasn't really sure what had happened but either last night or sometime during the smores with Taylor I had entered an almost half asleep state and finished it in one go. It was a small thing anyway so it couldn't have taken much time but still, it was weird how I didn't really notice it.
Still, it slowly started to transform from a derelict frame made of some thin bars of steel into something that would actually be useful. I burned myself more than once in my fugue state and Taylor had long given up on getting an answer out of me after my fourth uh huh.
It mainly consisted of two parts, the chest piece and the arm. Both immensely simple yet infinitely more complex than anything I had ever seen both in this world and the last. The chest was the main matrix holder and was clearly alien and the only vaguely human elements had been the frame I had crudely melded it with as a form of rudimentary powered exoskeleton. The actual teleportation matrix was the easiest thing to make with it being as small as it was; the Protoss had refined it so well that even one without their armor or tools could quickly 'borrow' some tools from their captor and make some of their own.
Unless they were Zerg of course the only way to get out of a Zerg prison if you hadn't already been eaten was to get eaten.
So really only Terran tech was compatible with it which was lucky.
Either way, it was the tiniest thing on the armor only taking up a palm's width of space on the chest. No, what really bulked it up was the rudimentary VI I would be using which still needed to be coded which meant only preprogrammed places for now. The computer took up most of the back and made it look like I was beefier than I actually was.
It could easily be hidden under a jacket and this weirdly warm Boston winter was still cold enough to need one so I could wear it in public. Even the arm part would be easy to hide, mainly consisting of two power packs that led to a crude arc taser that could fire a shock up to twelve feet.
When I was finished I hauled the thing upright and gave it a little flourish.
"Tadda," I announced, startling Taylor awake.
"Wha," was her response to my beautiful creation. It took a minute but her brain finally kicked into gear," what's that," she said with a shake of her head to clear out the last of the grogginess.
"A teleportation suit," I stated proudly.
The blank stare I got back would have bothered me at any other time but it was understandable given the sheer stupidity of a teleportation array on something this small.
"What!" she suddenly yelled out before clamping a hand over her mouth," What are you going to do with it,".
"Don't know," I replied sure I could use it to get out of fights and run away but now that I actually learned how to close doors I wouldn't need it a lot.
Besides, tomorrow was my stay in day and even if I wanted to help Taylor I probably couldn't just walk up into a school and pretend I was enrolled there. That would come later when I had a working AI that could hack into half the city's info grid.
" Do you want it?" I asked with a shrug.
"Really?" Taylor gasped," I can have it?"
I shrugged a tad embarrassed
"Sure ju-" I was suddenly interrupted by Taylor slamming into my side in a hug," Hey watch the arm," I said, prying the dead limb out and resting it over her shoulder as a sort of hug.
Awkwardly searching for a way to get out of the hug I spied the little drone I had sent to wrap the control earbud sitting by the lair. Calling it over I was happy to see they had wrapped it in some shiny aluminum foil.
"I also have another present for you," I said, prying her off my body. It wasn't that I didn't appreciate the hug but to quote a very old movie 'I'm not ready to be touched again.' rest in peace Ryan Renolds.
Huh, I guess it's now live long and prosper since he's still alive.
Taylor turned her attention to the skittering robot and crouched down right as it came to a stop by the table.
"What is it?" She asked picking up the tiny box
"I figured since you're always hanging around here you should get your own house key of sorts," I said as she unwrapped it and the tiny earbud fell out, "it's a command node that allows you some degree of access to my drones. It's technically a sub commander node but I figured I might as well give you full access to your own colony under the school so if those assholes try and jump you just teleport back here and just go full scorched earth on those assholes,"
A laugh followed by a hug was my reward and I let out an internal sigh of joy just imagining the chaos I would cause.
A/N sooooo how've y'all been. notexactly sure where I stand with this chapter as it was kind of a lat minute idea formed by scrolling on the wiki which turned into me writing 1000 words in a half asleep state. This was planned for like four to six chapters ahead of where we are right now but I was already to far into the chapter to rewrite it. Anyway I think you'll see where this will go, but it'll be fun to see how Dragon will react to another AI trying to take over half the city's power grid. even I'm not sure what will happen ain't this fun. also yes I know that not how most of that stuff works but hey I don't want to deal with making a chem factory.
Edit: spacing issues
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Tisaku
Head Chief Thinkomancer
-These inbuilt chemical delivery systems dose marines with a powerful mix of synthetic adrenaline, endorphins, and a psychotropic aggression enhancer. Marines on stims benefit from greatly increased speed and reflexes, but are subject to long-term side effects including and not limited to insomnia, weight loss, mania/hypomania, seizures, paranoiac hallucinations, internal hemorrhaging, and cerebral deterioration.
Not exactly healthy.-
She
Sophia
Yep and as I said I didn't want to deal with all that chem stuff so instead he'll have to suffer with the much weaker but safer one. Also on phone right now I'll fix those when I get home
Hey is just some kid using drugs.
chapter 12
Taylor had thankfully left most of the exoskeleton behind for me to mess with because otherwise, I might have just started tunneling. Not like it stopped me from adding a few more caverns to the already expansive tunnel system. Already around ten tons of material had been refined down to their raw components and stored for later use in compressed bars in yet another underground cavern.
Cavern on caverns on caverns.
But that wasn't as important as the suit of armor I had made and hoo boy was it cool. Sure it wasn't as advanced as the actual space marine armor and if I had to compare it to anything I would say it was most similar to the sisters of battle armor just without the boob plates. Such a shame that the franchise ended so shittily.
The carapace was mostly Neosteel with some hardened microfibers sewn into the undersuit. Of course with as crude as my workshop was there hadn't been any way to include more of the cooler sci-fi shit in the armor like auto-injectors, shields, or life support. Not like my shitier stim packs would be of much use even if I could make an auto-injector.
Of course, the armor wasn't the main focus of the exoskeleton wasn't armor, no that would be the rudimentary VI located in the damn thing, and wasn't that fun to build. Without the proper amount of space, I couldn't make a true AI which unfortunately limited my virtual defense to the natural defenses of the hive, unfortunately, Stetman relied on a more quantity v quality approach when it came to virtual defense along with his psionic nature to maintain control over the swarm while under attack. All in all, it meant unless I had a massive swarm that could crush an attacker under its weight I would be vulnerable to a virtual attack.
Instead the exoskeleton would have things like aim assist, for when I actually made a projectile weapon Taylor could use, a teleportation suite, and a strength moderation module so she didn't accidentally rip her arm off.
The whole thing ran off the same generators the Zerglings used which could easily be substituted for the better Protoss generators later down the line when I could artificially produce a lot of the naturally occurring materials in that universe. It would be inferior compared to the stuff naturally produced, the biogas substitute had shown that, but it would still be leagues above anything I could find here.
The upgrades had taken up the majority of the night the rest of which had been spent setting up a rudimentary supply line running from the boat graveyard to the main Lair. Good thing too otherwise the Zerg would have just stored it in the Hatchery on site and only spent the bare minimum to upkeep the current numbers.
I smiled pleased at the progress I had made on the armor and took a sip at the weird tea Taylor had bought for me. A brand called Lipton black tea, it was bitter and harsh but was undoubtedly better than the synthetic tea from back home. Idly I wondered how much effort it would take to start up my own tea farm but eventually decided it would be too much effort.
The furnace burned hot chasing away the cold early morning air, the abnormally warm week had chosen today to end its reign of warmth. It was almost like the weather had completely forgotten what time of year it was.
For most of the morning, I sat there just basking in the warmth of the fire, occasionally I would get up and grab a snack or drink to bring back with me. An ideal morning after a night of hard work everything was just sooo peaceful and nice.
…
I let out a tired groan as I got up and began preparing for the shitstorm I knew would happen. This last week had only shown how shitty my luck actually was and with the suspiciously good morning I was having something was going to go wrong.
Maybe the rest of those gangers would show up, that weird monitoring agency would find me, or I would find a 'fun' property of my drones that could kill me. Any one of these would be bad and I really didn't want to imagine a situation where all three happened at once.
I began pacing as I thought about my options, the last two weren't really worth thinking about because at this point if they had a way to find me they most likely would. I also couldn't go throwing around my Zerg units to find some hidden feature because as much as I didn't want to admit it my little murder drones had shown some worrying signs of sentience. If I started throwing them around I would have a rebellion on my hands in no time.
Better to assume I had discovered most of the large secrets about my drones than risk an AI rebellion.
That left the gangers.
Sure I had killed the last group and the one before that but in a world where people can make mechs from broken down cars who knows what could show up next?
Walking over to the Lair I took advantage of the newest feature pulled the tablet out of its socket and made my way down the ramp to the first basement floor. The dark organic looking tunnel still creeped me out but I would have to put off my own personal disgust for a later date. The new expansion that had been started was far more important.
I ducked into a small entrance drilled into the side of the tunnel only to be greeted with another smaller tunnel with much more side exits and much more level. This tunnel would also be expanded and decorated with a more geometrical architecture but for now, the small meter and a half tunnel would suffice for allowing the drones to move between the chambers.
The stale air drifted slowly out towards the main tunnel as I strode deeper into the dimly lit tunnel more than once I had to press myself to the wall allowing a worker drone to pass by. As I got deeper more and more drones started to appear and eventually I hit the end and entered the largest chamber I had ordered.
Hundreds of drones worked constantly, digging up the hard compact stone processing it into its raw components, and packing them into small rectangles. A large pile had amassed directly in front of the tunnel's exit partially to prop up the. Main chamber which had been raised to somewhere around 8 meters.
The Grand Chamber as Taylor had called it when I showed it to her right before she left yesterday extended almost all the way down the tunnel I had just been in interrupted only by the occasional pillar. The only reason I had taken said tunnel down to here was the mass of drones scurrying about on the ground. Together they blended into the ground and looked more like a moving floor than a hundred drones moving individually.
The only exception being the Zerglings funneling in from a secondary entrance dug directly from the deeper tunnel to be both steeper and built for Zerg legs. Small divots in the floor covered in the Macha Zerg version of creep. Not exactly something I would like to walk over which was why I had them dig a second tunnel.
Of course, admiring my Grand Chamber wasn't the only reason I had come down here.
Quickly selecting an entire group of basic Zerg drones I had them assemble in two rows of ten on either side of the chamber. Selecting yet another group I had them bring the required materials to turn them into a unit building. It was then that I hit my first roadblock.
See mecha Zergling suffered from a case of not having my favorite unit itis ie the Zerg Roach instead they had a shiter version that was temporary and unable to be mass spammed. Instead, they relied on the relatively cheap and heavily armored Ultralisk to be a front line unit with the lightly armored Hydralisk to be supported. I of course had no idea if that was how you were supposed to play the game but it was effective enough.
The problem was unless I wanted to spend a shit ton of resources and announce my presence to the whole world I wasn't getting an Ultralisk. I had been lucky so far and I knew it.
I had only gotten out of the hospital because I had been lucky and they either hadn't recognized my little earbud for what it was or they had been waiting until I was comfortable to spring their recruitment pitch. The second option was probably the more likely situation which meant I was probably on a list of some kind and Taylor had a spot right there next to me.
Which was just 'fun'.
"Fuck," I mumbled as I held the tablet to my side and started biting my thumb.
I began to pace trying to think of all the possible situations I had dragged Taylor into. The only saving grace for my worried conscious was the teleportation amulet I had given her yesterday. Unless she was caught unaware she would be able to safely teleport back here where I had a small army of Zerglings to protect us.
….
Fuuuuuuuuuuuuuck.
In a fit of rage, I kicked a small cube of metal and sent it soaring. It hurt my foot more than I cared to admit and I spent a bit hoping on one foot but it helped soothe some of the anger I felt at my carelessness. Catching a suspected cape unaware was probably standard protocol for any agency that needed to monitor people with superpowers.
Of course, I realized the stupidity of all of that right after, Taylor's power was literally predicting the future if she was caught unaware I would eat a shoe.
Really hope I didn't jinx her.
That of course still didn't solve the problem of me not having a reliable frontline unit, Drones were almost useless barely being able to fend off a normal human without that weird armor plating I had ordered be replaced with neosteel. Zerglings were well Zerglings, terrifying for early attacks but almost useless when faced with anyone moderately strong ie anyone with a superpower. Lurkers could work except I had no idea how they worked. My strategies in Starcraft tended to be less on the subtle side and more on the spam Ultralisk side.
Probably why I lost a lot if I was being honest with myself.
Roches could work if it wasn't for the limited life they suffered from which would be an easy fix if I ACTUALLY MANAGED TO GET A 3D MODELING PROGRAM RUNNING. God, seriously it was like I wasn't even trying to fulfill my dream of a massive Zerg army.
The wriggling mass of Zerg caught my attention for a moment.
Okay so maybe I did have a massive Zerg army but it was mostly made up of drones so it didn't count.
With that great realization out of the way, I went back to trying to figure out what my main unit lineup for now should be. Eventually, after far too long of doing nothing, I decided to compromise with myself and make 15 Hydralisk dens and dismiss the rest.
Using the tablet I selected the fifteen I wanted and carefully lined them up, sure I could have used my earpiece but I noticed it tended to be well messy and haphazard. It was fine for an ad-hoc solution but for something like this precision was needed. Either way, the results were the same with most of the drones dispersing back into the swarm.
I could still pick them out in the crowd which meant there clearly wasn't enough hopefully the Hydralisk dens would help with that 'problem'.
"Now what should I do next?" I murmured under my breath before I let out a long hum.
After several moments of humming, I decided I would take the chance and start fortifying the warehouse. Because if I couldn't collect Iron Warriors anymore(shitty ass fifth edition) I sure as hell could fortify like one.
I continued to plan my defenses as I walked I began by placing so many Spine Crawlers that the entrance would start looking like a Sarlac pit with how many tentacles there were. The problem came when I tried to find some anti-air defenses, when I played normal Zerg I usually relied on Zerg Queens for air defense. The problem was I was never very good at defense and usually only had the most basic of defenses.
Probably why I lost so much.
Man was I bad at Starcraft but it was my hyperfixation for like a month so I continued to play.
By the time I had reached the main warehouse floor, I had practically covered the outside of the warehouse with tentacles. Man looking at my beautiful defenses I couldn't help but feel vaguely Japanese.
Maybe because of the tentacles.
I was in a good mood as I emerged into the warehouse my defenses were planned out, my Swarm growing, and I was prepared for most of the things the world could throw at me.
Of course, I was right as I finished that thought that the universe decided to ram me with a spiked dildo.
Emerging from the tunnel I saw Taylor clutching the teleportation amulet covered in blood, tampons, and pads.
…
Fuck it let's commit some war crimes.
A/N
alright so imma just apologize for being gone for a while but things got really hectic with finals and graduation but I'm back. also I'm also going to apologize for being kind of a dick in my responses to why I didn't make the stimpack chemical injectors turns out I'm a dumbass that gets defensive when tired because I didn't click a link that could have answered that question. I'll try to be better about both my schedule and that but I can't make any promises.
Cavern on caverns on caverns.
But that wasn't as important as the suit of armor I had made and hoo boy was it cool. Sure it wasn't as advanced as the actual space marine armor and if I had to compare it to anything I would say it was most similar to the sisters of battle armor just without the boob plates. Such a shame that the franchise ended so shittily.
The carapace was mostly Neosteel with some hardened microfibers sewn into the undersuit. Of course with as crude as my workshop was there hadn't been any way to include more of the cooler sci-fi shit in the armor like auto-injectors, shields, or life support. Not like my shitier stim packs would be of much use even if I could make an auto-injector.
Of course, the armor wasn't the main focus of the exoskeleton wasn't armor, no that would be the rudimentary VI located in the damn thing, and wasn't that fun to build. Without the proper amount of space, I couldn't make a true AI which unfortunately limited my virtual defense to the natural defenses of the hive, unfortunately, Stetman relied on a more quantity v quality approach when it came to virtual defense along with his psionic nature to maintain control over the swarm while under attack. All in all, it meant unless I had a massive swarm that could crush an attacker under its weight I would be vulnerable to a virtual attack.
Instead the exoskeleton would have things like aim assist, for when I actually made a projectile weapon Taylor could use, a teleportation suite, and a strength moderation module so she didn't accidentally rip her arm off.
The whole thing ran off the same generators the Zerglings used which could easily be substituted for the better Protoss generators later down the line when I could artificially produce a lot of the naturally occurring materials in that universe. It would be inferior compared to the stuff naturally produced, the biogas substitute had shown that, but it would still be leagues above anything I could find here.
The upgrades had taken up the majority of the night the rest of which had been spent setting up a rudimentary supply line running from the boat graveyard to the main Lair. Good thing too otherwise the Zerg would have just stored it in the Hatchery on site and only spent the bare minimum to upkeep the current numbers.
I smiled pleased at the progress I had made on the armor and took a sip at the weird tea Taylor had bought for me. A brand called Lipton black tea, it was bitter and harsh but was undoubtedly better than the synthetic tea from back home. Idly I wondered how much effort it would take to start up my own tea farm but eventually decided it would be too much effort.
The furnace burned hot chasing away the cold early morning air, the abnormally warm week had chosen today to end its reign of warmth. It was almost like the weather had completely forgotten what time of year it was.
For most of the morning, I sat there just basking in the warmth of the fire, occasionally I would get up and grab a snack or drink to bring back with me. An ideal morning after a night of hard work everything was just sooo peaceful and nice.
…
I let out a tired groan as I got up and began preparing for the shitstorm I knew would happen. This last week had only shown how shitty my luck actually was and with the suspiciously good morning I was having something was going to go wrong.
Maybe the rest of those gangers would show up, that weird monitoring agency would find me, or I would find a 'fun' property of my drones that could kill me. Any one of these would be bad and I really didn't want to imagine a situation where all three happened at once.
I began pacing as I thought about my options, the last two weren't really worth thinking about because at this point if they had a way to find me they most likely would. I also couldn't go throwing around my Zerg units to find some hidden feature because as much as I didn't want to admit it my little murder drones had shown some worrying signs of sentience. If I started throwing them around I would have a rebellion on my hands in no time.
Better to assume I had discovered most of the large secrets about my drones than risk an AI rebellion.
That left the gangers.
Sure I had killed the last group and the one before that but in a world where people can make mechs from broken down cars who knows what could show up next?
Walking over to the Lair I took advantage of the newest feature pulled the tablet out of its socket and made my way down the ramp to the first basement floor. The dark organic looking tunnel still creeped me out but I would have to put off my own personal disgust for a later date. The new expansion that had been started was far more important.
I ducked into a small entrance drilled into the side of the tunnel only to be greeted with another smaller tunnel with much more side exits and much more level. This tunnel would also be expanded and decorated with a more geometrical architecture but for now, the small meter and a half tunnel would suffice for allowing the drones to move between the chambers.
The stale air drifted slowly out towards the main tunnel as I strode deeper into the dimly lit tunnel more than once I had to press myself to the wall allowing a worker drone to pass by. As I got deeper more and more drones started to appear and eventually I hit the end and entered the largest chamber I had ordered.
Hundreds of drones worked constantly, digging up the hard compact stone processing it into its raw components, and packing them into small rectangles. A large pile had amassed directly in front of the tunnel's exit partially to prop up the. Main chamber which had been raised to somewhere around 8 meters.
The Grand Chamber as Taylor had called it when I showed it to her right before she left yesterday extended almost all the way down the tunnel I had just been in interrupted only by the occasional pillar. The only reason I had taken said tunnel down to here was the mass of drones scurrying about on the ground. Together they blended into the ground and looked more like a moving floor than a hundred drones moving individually.
The only exception being the Zerglings funneling in from a secondary entrance dug directly from the deeper tunnel to be both steeper and built for Zerg legs. Small divots in the floor covered in the Macha Zerg version of creep. Not exactly something I would like to walk over which was why I had them dig a second tunnel.
Of course, admiring my Grand Chamber wasn't the only reason I had come down here.
Quickly selecting an entire group of basic Zerg drones I had them assemble in two rows of ten on either side of the chamber. Selecting yet another group I had them bring the required materials to turn them into a unit building. It was then that I hit my first roadblock.
See mecha Zergling suffered from a case of not having my favorite unit itis ie the Zerg Roach instead they had a shiter version that was temporary and unable to be mass spammed. Instead, they relied on the relatively cheap and heavily armored Ultralisk to be a front line unit with the lightly armored Hydralisk to be supported. I of course had no idea if that was how you were supposed to play the game but it was effective enough.
The problem was unless I wanted to spend a shit ton of resources and announce my presence to the whole world I wasn't getting an Ultralisk. I had been lucky so far and I knew it.
I had only gotten out of the hospital because I had been lucky and they either hadn't recognized my little earbud for what it was or they had been waiting until I was comfortable to spring their recruitment pitch. The second option was probably the more likely situation which meant I was probably on a list of some kind and Taylor had a spot right there next to me.
Which was just 'fun'.
"Fuck," I mumbled as I held the tablet to my side and started biting my thumb.
I began to pace trying to think of all the possible situations I had dragged Taylor into. The only saving grace for my worried conscious was the teleportation amulet I had given her yesterday. Unless she was caught unaware she would be able to safely teleport back here where I had a small army of Zerglings to protect us.
….
Fuuuuuuuuuuuuuck.
In a fit of rage, I kicked a small cube of metal and sent it soaring. It hurt my foot more than I cared to admit and I spent a bit hoping on one foot but it helped soothe some of the anger I felt at my carelessness. Catching a suspected cape unaware was probably standard protocol for any agency that needed to monitor people with superpowers.
Of course, I realized the stupidity of all of that right after, Taylor's power was literally predicting the future if she was caught unaware I would eat a shoe.
Really hope I didn't jinx her.
That of course still didn't solve the problem of me not having a reliable frontline unit, Drones were almost useless barely being able to fend off a normal human without that weird armor plating I had ordered be replaced with neosteel. Zerglings were well Zerglings, terrifying for early attacks but almost useless when faced with anyone moderately strong ie anyone with a superpower. Lurkers could work except I had no idea how they worked. My strategies in Starcraft tended to be less on the subtle side and more on the spam Ultralisk side.
Probably why I lost a lot if I was being honest with myself.
Roches could work if it wasn't for the limited life they suffered from which would be an easy fix if I ACTUALLY MANAGED TO GET A 3D MODELING PROGRAM RUNNING. God, seriously it was like I wasn't even trying to fulfill my dream of a massive Zerg army.
The wriggling mass of Zerg caught my attention for a moment.
Okay so maybe I did have a massive Zerg army but it was mostly made up of drones so it didn't count.
With that great realization out of the way, I went back to trying to figure out what my main unit lineup for now should be. Eventually, after far too long of doing nothing, I decided to compromise with myself and make 15 Hydralisk dens and dismiss the rest.
Using the tablet I selected the fifteen I wanted and carefully lined them up, sure I could have used my earpiece but I noticed it tended to be well messy and haphazard. It was fine for an ad-hoc solution but for something like this precision was needed. Either way, the results were the same with most of the drones dispersing back into the swarm.
I could still pick them out in the crowd which meant there clearly wasn't enough hopefully the Hydralisk dens would help with that 'problem'.
"Now what should I do next?" I murmured under my breath before I let out a long hum.
After several moments of humming, I decided I would take the chance and start fortifying the warehouse. Because if I couldn't collect Iron Warriors anymore(shitty ass fifth edition) I sure as hell could fortify like one.
I continued to plan my defenses as I walked I began by placing so many Spine Crawlers that the entrance would start looking like a Sarlac pit with how many tentacles there were. The problem came when I tried to find some anti-air defenses, when I played normal Zerg I usually relied on Zerg Queens for air defense. The problem was I was never very good at defense and usually only had the most basic of defenses.
Probably why I lost so much.
Man was I bad at Starcraft but it was my hyperfixation for like a month so I continued to play.
By the time I had reached the main warehouse floor, I had practically covered the outside of the warehouse with tentacles. Man looking at my beautiful defenses I couldn't help but feel vaguely Japanese.
Maybe because of the tentacles.
I was in a good mood as I emerged into the warehouse my defenses were planned out, my Swarm growing, and I was prepared for most of the things the world could throw at me.
Of course, I was right as I finished that thought that the universe decided to ram me with a spiked dildo.
Emerging from the tunnel I saw Taylor clutching the teleportation amulet covered in blood, tampons, and pads.
…
Fuck it let's commit some war crimes.
A/N
alright so imma just apologize for being gone for a while but things got really hectic with finals and graduation but I'm back. also I'm also going to apologize for being kind of a dick in my responses to why I didn't make the stimpack chemical injectors turns out I'm a dumbass that gets defensive when tired because I didn't click a link that could have answered that question. I'll try to be better about both my schedule and that but I can't make any promises.
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Zerg Queens?
Tisaku
Head Chief Thinkomancer
chapter 13 day ten
Stay calm stay calm stay calm I repeated over and over again in my head as I rushed over to Taylor's side.
"Who did this?" I asked in as gentle a tone as I could muster while I brushed off some of the more soaked and grody tampons.
When no response came I stopped cleaning her off and took a minute to look at her, she was covered in both dry and wet blood along with a disgusting amount of other bodily fluids. It was fucking disgusting made all the worst by the look in her eyes.
She clutched her teleportation amulet to her face with a stare I had only seen on a few people before. Right now she would be trapped in her mind stuck in the moment, she would bounce back. I knew that for certain, but now she needed help.
"Taylor," I said softly, taking her hands in mine. "I need you to focus on me. You can do that right?"
A slight nod was the only sign I got that she had heard me, slowly I moved my hands down to her lap even as her eyes darted around constantly.
"Now I'm going to need you to do something for me, okay?" she nodded again, " alright just relax and breathe," I said inhaling deeply and exhaling loudly.
For a moment I thought she would remain stuck but thankfully she took a deep shaky breath and exhaled. I sat with her rubbing slow circles on her hands while I thought about what to do.
I would dismantle the school she went to without a doubt. She had been hurt too much simply by being there I simply refused to allow that damn place to exist. Damn, the other kids that went there not a single one had even shown a hint of helping her and this only proved it was a worthless hell hole. It would be simple too, Zerg Drones, while they could construct things very well, weren't made for mass construction rather they were built with disassembly in mind. Disassembly of the enemy, of the terrain, of infrastructure all of which would be useful in tearing down that damned high school.
Then those damned three would be next, it wouldn't be hard to find where they lived. I would simply need to finish the VI and have the thing brute force its way into the principal's computer. From there I could dig up the files of Taylor's three bullies and get their addresses.
The only real problem would be what to do with them, I could easily target them and kill them but that would put me in the sights of the local authorities not to mention it might incriminate Taylor. She would already be under suspicion just from the sheer coincidence of helping me escape a fully patrolled hospital without getting caught. It would have to be embarrassing or damaging enough for it to destroy their lives temporarily.
That was key. I had to remember these were kids, absolutely horrible despicable kids but kids all the same I would have at least that much restraint. So stripping them and parading them around town wouldn't be an option. That left them shaving their heads and giving them a good dose of pepper spray which if I counted myself as an independent state, which I did (the moleman shall rise again), would be using a chemical weapon on a civilian population.
To understand why they added pepper spray to the list of chemical weapons prohibited by the United Northern Corporations would require several degrees and a deep understanding of both history and law to understand (they were tired of getting pepper sprayed by their secretaries).
I continued to comfort Taylor until I felt my legs numb.
"Why couldn't I see it?" she asked in a small voice, her eyes still downcast.
"See what?" I asked.
"Why couldn't I see them push me in the locker before it happened!" she exploded, "I could see everything before that, every action I took, every movement I made I could see the outcome of it all. I caught my cereal this morning right after I knocked it off because I could see it. But I couldn't see them shove me into that locker until it happened!"
She pushed her hand farther into her lap as tears began to leak from her eyes. It broke my heart to see her like this. She was so happy yesterday. It would make my revenge all the sweeter when I led my army of Drones to humiliate them.
"I… don't know Taylor, I'm sorry I wish I had the answer but I don't. Maybe it was because you subconsciously blocked it out when you foresaw it, an opposing power blocked you from foreseeing it, or maybe you have to take action first to see a reaction. Maybe it was all three combined or something else entirely but I don't have the answer you want," Her eyes were painful to look into. They were so full of hurt, of betrayal, of fear, something I hoped wouldn't last.
"I know," she said downcast," I… I hate having this power while being so powerless. I just… I just," She broke down into fitful sobs.
I sighed silently this was my fault I should have had Taylor bring some sort of defensive weapon to that accursed school. Hell, even some pepper spray would have worked.
"Hey hey hey it's fine let's just focus on one thing at a time alright?" I waited a moment until Taylor nodded, "Let's get you cleaned off," I said with a reassuring smile.
Unfortunately, I didn't have a bath or a shower yet. I had been planning on building one eventually probably today but I hadn't gotten around to it yet. This would have to be real makeshift type shit.
A standard Zerg engine running its power through some thick copper wires wrapped around a steel tube encased in glass. Simple enough for the swarm to make but complicated enough I could vary the heat if I needed. The pump was also simple, a large rotating pump with a fan in the middle of a chamber of water.
"I just had the Zerg start building a bath. It should be ready in 15 ish minutes. Alright so just take a nice long bath and I'll handle this," I said with a smile. She nodded again as I guided her towards the corner where the Swarm had begun construction and sat her down on a stool.
I turned to make my way back to where I had dropped the tablet I'd need to begin planning for war. A tad cringe but if I just went and deleted a whole building, a school no less, I would have a nice red target painted right on my head.
I stopped as I felt a small tug on my jacket, "Stay?" Taylor whispered, "Please," she said a bit louder. The caked blood on her face gave her a sad look but her eyes had a certainty to them like she already knew my answer. Of course, it hit me a moment later that she probably did.
"Alright, I just need to get something real quick," I answered with a soft smile.
As soon as I turned around and Taylor couldn't see my face an irritated scowl appeared on my face. I knew this was a stupid decision and Taylor wouldn't like it at all but it reminded me too much of my old orphanage.
Underfunded, overcrowded, and full of shitty people, I got out thanks to the shitty foster program I was put into. However, unlike the orphanage, she would be stuck in that high school for the next however many years until she graduated. Hopefully by destroying the building the forces that be would be forced to relocate a shit ton of people all over the place and those three asshats would be put as far away from her as possible.
I grabbed the tablet off the floor and took a moment to compose myself, once I was able to keep a smile on my face I turned around and began the short walk back. Several ideas popped into my head on how to deal with Winslow High. The simplest would just be to have a swarm of Drones tear it down but that seemed boring compared to the other options I had. I could quickly level my way up to an Ultralisk and use them as some very shiny wrecking balls. Or I could get the flying ship cannon and blast the building into dust. I could also just spam Banelings and blow it up that way.
All of these were fun and fantastic ways to blow up that shit pile but I would have to keep collateral damage to a minimum. Which unfortunately meant disassembly using the Drone swarm would be the only way to go and I would also have to wait about six hours for school to close.
Too bad I couldn't just blow it up.
I plopped down on the bench next to Taylor's stool and began to scroll through the upgrade options I had previously ignored. While we waited I let Taylor choose some of the upgrades in an attempt to distract her and let her have some control back.
Hopefully, these upgrades would actually be useful, unlike the explody armor that had almost killed me a few days ago.
Taylor had hoped in the bath and left me the fun job of trying to get the dried blood out of her clothes, thankfully I had an extra set of clothes ready for her. Unfortunately, it would be the old as shit denim pants and shirt her dad used to wear.
Seriously, why was denim so popular?
I continued to scrub a particularly stubborn blood spot on her pants, occasionally I would slather it in hand sanitizer but it still stayed. It annoyed me to no end that I didn't have any cleaners or actual sponges but rubbing the spot between my fingers had slowly worked for most of the dried splotches.
My arm was still useless as ever, I could somewhat use it to brace the tablet by placing my arm across my chest and manually curling my fingers but I couldn't do jack here.
Eventually, I got frustrated enough to throw the still nasty pants in the small metal tub, water splashed everywhere and a decent amount got onto my legs. I had been noticing the limits of using only one arm more and more recently and it was a problem I needed to solve.
But it was also one I had no idea how to fix. Genuine stimpacks would probably kill me but the Stabilizer med-pack would fix everything. Which meant going down the Terran tech tree and building a tech lab from scrap and going off the blueprint in my head would be a bitch and a half.
I nearly punched the tub in frustration but refrained from taking my anger out on the innocent metal tub. Instead, I got up and stormed over to one of my workbenches and began furiously slamming together components for the tech lab.
First I had to make a nanobot forge which was actually surprisingly simple since the Simulant Mecha Corrupter produced its own nanites. I scratched my head and tried to come up with a solution, there was no direct device that I would be able to build without a ridiculous amount of investment. If I went the direct route I would either need to finish the half built program I had for the 3d modeling software or rush my way to the Mecha Corrupter.
Or I could meet it halfway, I stopped building the power generator for the tech lab as an idea hit me. I knew how to build the nanites I just couldn't because there was no way to translate the things in my head into a usable format for my Drones to build.
But what if I could skip the whole translating part and just build something to rip the blueprint straight from my head. I already had a neural interface in my ear. I would just need to find a way to broadcast it into a device I could use to fabricate what I wanted.
Sure enough several things jumped out at once, the one that caught my attention though was one of the smaller Terran radio arrays. It could take in a shit ton of information which combined with a VI that could filter out the junk data would be able to translate the stuff in my head to digital blueprints. Skipping the entire 3D modeling process and saving me a shit load of time.
I was about to begin building the radio array when I heard a very human roar outside of the warehouse followed by one of the doors blowing up.
A/N finally out of the murder hobo phase and into the murder phase. also, I know I've been gone a while but what do y'all think of me doing a rewrite I feel like I've learned some stuff about writing and could probably flesh out more of the previous chapters now that I actually have an idea for where this story is headed but I also don't want to take another break right after the one I just took which is why I'm leaving it up to you guys so if you guys don't see a poll just leave a comment on your vote.
edit I have no idea how to make a poll so just leave a comment if you care enough.
"Who did this?" I asked in as gentle a tone as I could muster while I brushed off some of the more soaked and grody tampons.
When no response came I stopped cleaning her off and took a minute to look at her, she was covered in both dry and wet blood along with a disgusting amount of other bodily fluids. It was fucking disgusting made all the worst by the look in her eyes.
She clutched her teleportation amulet to her face with a stare I had only seen on a few people before. Right now she would be trapped in her mind stuck in the moment, she would bounce back. I knew that for certain, but now she needed help.
"Taylor," I said softly, taking her hands in mine. "I need you to focus on me. You can do that right?"
A slight nod was the only sign I got that she had heard me, slowly I moved my hands down to her lap even as her eyes darted around constantly.
"Now I'm going to need you to do something for me, okay?" she nodded again, " alright just relax and breathe," I said inhaling deeply and exhaling loudly.
For a moment I thought she would remain stuck but thankfully she took a deep shaky breath and exhaled. I sat with her rubbing slow circles on her hands while I thought about what to do.
I would dismantle the school she went to without a doubt. She had been hurt too much simply by being there I simply refused to allow that damn place to exist. Damn, the other kids that went there not a single one had even shown a hint of helping her and this only proved it was a worthless hell hole. It would be simple too, Zerg Drones, while they could construct things very well, weren't made for mass construction rather they were built with disassembly in mind. Disassembly of the enemy, of the terrain, of infrastructure all of which would be useful in tearing down that damned high school.
Then those damned three would be next, it wouldn't be hard to find where they lived. I would simply need to finish the VI and have the thing brute force its way into the principal's computer. From there I could dig up the files of Taylor's three bullies and get their addresses.
The only real problem would be what to do with them, I could easily target them and kill them but that would put me in the sights of the local authorities not to mention it might incriminate Taylor. She would already be under suspicion just from the sheer coincidence of helping me escape a fully patrolled hospital without getting caught. It would have to be embarrassing or damaging enough for it to destroy their lives temporarily.
That was key. I had to remember these were kids, absolutely horrible despicable kids but kids all the same I would have at least that much restraint. So stripping them and parading them around town wouldn't be an option. That left them shaving their heads and giving them a good dose of pepper spray which if I counted myself as an independent state, which I did (the moleman shall rise again), would be using a chemical weapon on a civilian population.
To understand why they added pepper spray to the list of chemical weapons prohibited by the United Northern Corporations would require several degrees and a deep understanding of both history and law to understand (they were tired of getting pepper sprayed by their secretaries).
I continued to comfort Taylor until I felt my legs numb.
"Why couldn't I see it?" she asked in a small voice, her eyes still downcast.
"See what?" I asked.
"Why couldn't I see them push me in the locker before it happened!" she exploded, "I could see everything before that, every action I took, every movement I made I could see the outcome of it all. I caught my cereal this morning right after I knocked it off because I could see it. But I couldn't see them shove me into that locker until it happened!"
She pushed her hand farther into her lap as tears began to leak from her eyes. It broke my heart to see her like this. She was so happy yesterday. It would make my revenge all the sweeter when I led my army of Drones to humiliate them.
"I… don't know Taylor, I'm sorry I wish I had the answer but I don't. Maybe it was because you subconsciously blocked it out when you foresaw it, an opposing power blocked you from foreseeing it, or maybe you have to take action first to see a reaction. Maybe it was all three combined or something else entirely but I don't have the answer you want," Her eyes were painful to look into. They were so full of hurt, of betrayal, of fear, something I hoped wouldn't last.
"I know," she said downcast," I… I hate having this power while being so powerless. I just… I just," She broke down into fitful sobs.
I sighed silently this was my fault I should have had Taylor bring some sort of defensive weapon to that accursed school. Hell, even some pepper spray would have worked.
"Hey hey hey it's fine let's just focus on one thing at a time alright?" I waited a moment until Taylor nodded, "Let's get you cleaned off," I said with a reassuring smile.
Unfortunately, I didn't have a bath or a shower yet. I had been planning on building one eventually probably today but I hadn't gotten around to it yet. This would have to be real makeshift type shit.
A standard Zerg engine running its power through some thick copper wires wrapped around a steel tube encased in glass. Simple enough for the swarm to make but complicated enough I could vary the heat if I needed. The pump was also simple, a large rotating pump with a fan in the middle of a chamber of water.
"I just had the Zerg start building a bath. It should be ready in 15 ish minutes. Alright so just take a nice long bath and I'll handle this," I said with a smile. She nodded again as I guided her towards the corner where the Swarm had begun construction and sat her down on a stool.
I turned to make my way back to where I had dropped the tablet I'd need to begin planning for war. A tad cringe but if I just went and deleted a whole building, a school no less, I would have a nice red target painted right on my head.
I stopped as I felt a small tug on my jacket, "Stay?" Taylor whispered, "Please," she said a bit louder. The caked blood on her face gave her a sad look but her eyes had a certainty to them like she already knew my answer. Of course, it hit me a moment later that she probably did.
"Alright, I just need to get something real quick," I answered with a soft smile.
As soon as I turned around and Taylor couldn't see my face an irritated scowl appeared on my face. I knew this was a stupid decision and Taylor wouldn't like it at all but it reminded me too much of my old orphanage.
Underfunded, overcrowded, and full of shitty people, I got out thanks to the shitty foster program I was put into. However, unlike the orphanage, she would be stuck in that high school for the next however many years until she graduated. Hopefully by destroying the building the forces that be would be forced to relocate a shit ton of people all over the place and those three asshats would be put as far away from her as possible.
I grabbed the tablet off the floor and took a moment to compose myself, once I was able to keep a smile on my face I turned around and began the short walk back. Several ideas popped into my head on how to deal with Winslow High. The simplest would just be to have a swarm of Drones tear it down but that seemed boring compared to the other options I had. I could quickly level my way up to an Ultralisk and use them as some very shiny wrecking balls. Or I could get the flying ship cannon and blast the building into dust. I could also just spam Banelings and blow it up that way.
All of these were fun and fantastic ways to blow up that shit pile but I would have to keep collateral damage to a minimum. Which unfortunately meant disassembly using the Drone swarm would be the only way to go and I would also have to wait about six hours for school to close.
Too bad I couldn't just blow it up.
I plopped down on the bench next to Taylor's stool and began to scroll through the upgrade options I had previously ignored. While we waited I let Taylor choose some of the upgrades in an attempt to distract her and let her have some control back.
Hopefully, these upgrades would actually be useful, unlike the explody armor that had almost killed me a few days ago.
Taylor had hoped in the bath and left me the fun job of trying to get the dried blood out of her clothes, thankfully I had an extra set of clothes ready for her. Unfortunately, it would be the old as shit denim pants and shirt her dad used to wear.
Seriously, why was denim so popular?
I continued to scrub a particularly stubborn blood spot on her pants, occasionally I would slather it in hand sanitizer but it still stayed. It annoyed me to no end that I didn't have any cleaners or actual sponges but rubbing the spot between my fingers had slowly worked for most of the dried splotches.
My arm was still useless as ever, I could somewhat use it to brace the tablet by placing my arm across my chest and manually curling my fingers but I couldn't do jack here.
Eventually, I got frustrated enough to throw the still nasty pants in the small metal tub, water splashed everywhere and a decent amount got onto my legs. I had been noticing the limits of using only one arm more and more recently and it was a problem I needed to solve.
But it was also one I had no idea how to fix. Genuine stimpacks would probably kill me but the Stabilizer med-pack would fix everything. Which meant going down the Terran tech tree and building a tech lab from scrap and going off the blueprint in my head would be a bitch and a half.
I nearly punched the tub in frustration but refrained from taking my anger out on the innocent metal tub. Instead, I got up and stormed over to one of my workbenches and began furiously slamming together components for the tech lab.
First I had to make a nanobot forge which was actually surprisingly simple since the Simulant Mecha Corrupter produced its own nanites. I scratched my head and tried to come up with a solution, there was no direct device that I would be able to build without a ridiculous amount of investment. If I went the direct route I would either need to finish the half built program I had for the 3d modeling software or rush my way to the Mecha Corrupter.
Or I could meet it halfway, I stopped building the power generator for the tech lab as an idea hit me. I knew how to build the nanites I just couldn't because there was no way to translate the things in my head into a usable format for my Drones to build.
But what if I could skip the whole translating part and just build something to rip the blueprint straight from my head. I already had a neural interface in my ear. I would just need to find a way to broadcast it into a device I could use to fabricate what I wanted.
Sure enough several things jumped out at once, the one that caught my attention though was one of the smaller Terran radio arrays. It could take in a shit ton of information which combined with a VI that could filter out the junk data would be able to translate the stuff in my head to digital blueprints. Skipping the entire 3D modeling process and saving me a shit load of time.
I was about to begin building the radio array when I heard a very human roar outside of the warehouse followed by one of the doors blowing up.
A/N finally out of the murder hobo phase and into the murder phase. also, I know I've been gone a while but what do y'all think of me doing a rewrite I feel like I've learned some stuff about writing and could probably flesh out more of the previous chapters now that I actually have an idea for where this story is headed but I also don't want to take another break right after the one I just took which is why I'm leaving it up to you guys so if you guys don't see a poll just leave a comment on your vote.
edit I have no idea how to make a poll so just leave a comment if you care enough.
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Tisaku
Head Chief Thinkomancer
- Location
- England
Build engines and a support structure under it then, very very slowly, send it into space. Have writing underneath it just stating "You know what you did."
chapter 14 day 10
I yelled out as the blast knocked me off my seat causing me to fall on my back. I lay there dazed for a second as people flooded into my warehouse. I didn't know exactly who these people were but I could guess, they were probably part of the same gang as those fuckers I killed a few days ago.
Scrambling where I had fallen I hid behind one of the overturned tables and sent a command for three things to happen at once. The Drones closest to Taylor would weld her door shut, the remainder would launch an attack in a desperate bid to distract them, and the rest of the swarm would come up from underground to help secure the nearby neighborhood. I should have done it earlier but I thought my meager defenses would be enough.
Screams of surprise quickly erupted from the fifteen man squad as a small wave of drones emerged from seemingly out of nowhere. Unfortunately, they were smart enough to shoot into my drones instead of flailing about. In less than twenty seconds the small squad managed to destroy ten of the thirty three drones I had on hand.
When I saw my Drones tear into the shit sticks who thought blowing my nice new doors would be funny I made a run for it. I needed to get somewhere safer while I waited for my Zerglings to make their way out of the tunnels. Taylor would be safe for a good while in the solid steel box I had built for her bath but out here I could easily get shot, even behind the tables. For now, I would have to get somewhere safe and wait for the group of invaders to be taken care of before figuring out what made that weird ass roar.
Sprinting towards the entrance to the tunnel I felt bullets wiz over me. I barely dodged them and would have likely been turned into Swiss cheese if my drones hadn't been distracting them.
I was almost to the tunnel entrance when another hole in the wall blew open throwing me to the floor mere feet away from the entrance. Emerging from the dust a man dragon thing stepped through wreathed in flames silvery scales covered his gigantic body giving him a terrifying appearance made all the worse by the molten eyes behind the snarling mask. He easily stepped through the rubble, turned his masked face and glared at the heavily injured squad of gangsters, the color drained from their faces as the full weight of his gaze fell on them. I could only imagine how terrifying it was to be on the receiving end of that glare as it was I was frozen where I had fallen too terrified to move.
"You cock suckers can't do anything right," the man dragon hissed in a heavily accented Asian accent. Then the thing turned its eyes to me and I saw only cold indifference. I nearly shit myself then and there as the full weight of his gaze fell on me, " As for you-"
He was cut off by the swarm of Drones and Zerglings rushing past me and throwing themselves at him. The sheer mass of the swarm seemed to throw him off and knock him down for a bit before he literally fucking exploded throwing bits and pieces of the first wave of the swarm everywhere.
A jagged piece of metal nearly sliced off my foot which shook me out of my shaken state, the swarm was still acting on their last orders of attacking anything in sight excluding me and Taylor. They were blindly striking out and while it was effective against the small fry like the Ganger the dragon man was different. The blind strikes of the swarm were met with flame and fist which was quickly reducing the large swarm to bits.
It was made all the worse by the Zerg Drones doing jackshit against the silvery metal that covered most of his body. Only the sheer number of Drones was doing any good against him and even that was going to disappear soon as more and more Drones were torn apart.
The Zerglings on the other hand were digging deep short gashes into his armor and drawing blood. Unfortunately, I could already see them healing over with whatever bullshit ability he had, and with each cut, I would lose a Zergling. Which might not have been so bad if I had more than thirty of them.
Another loud crash signaled another Drone destroyed but I had control now, pulling back I saw him stumble as the drones quickly darted away. The gangers had long been reduced to shreds so I was free to move the Swarm as I saw fit.
The wave of Drones tore apart anything in their path, metal tables were thrown up front and made into shields, shelves were torn apart to make spikes of metal, and stools were used as stray projectiles to distract the man dragon.
Unfortunately, the distraction did not help long because even as the whirling Swarm of destruction continued to tear up my workshop the Dragon man spotted me. Another explosion got rid of the nearest Drones and he began to charge.
I immediately turned the Swarm on him but I had been an idiot and placed it on the opposite side of the warehouse right behind him. Fire continued to cling to the dragon man as he broke into a thundering run and I could see my second death approaching me in the form of a pissed-off gigantic dragon. I scrambled backwards trying to get away but I kept tripping up in my fear and panic.
I could feel the heat wash over me as an angry roar drew ever closer each second seemed to crawl by as the thundering of his steps seemed in beat with the beating of my heart. I was certain this would be my second death. I had gotten lucky too many times to survive again.
Right when I felt a chill crawl up my back as flames licked my back I was thrown to the ground by a mass of metal crashing into me. Something cracked in my chest as the metal suit crushed me in a bear hug to prevent me from being crushed in the fall.
Two large crashes echoed each other in my warehouse as the armor I had made for Taylor slammed into one of the walls and the dragon man crashed into the tunnel wall.
"Are you okay?" came Taylor's muffled voice.
I paused for a second to catch my breath and winced as I felt a sharp pain in my side.
"Yeah," came my pained response.
She gave a curt nod and picked me up servos whirring in effort, it wasn't true power armor that could barrel through walls with ease but it would work for now.
"Get me… on your… back," I said in between breaths.
"Okay," she said before shifting me so I was riding on her lower back.
Taylor suddenly ducked as a large piece of rubble flew through the air and lodged itself in the wall, she took off running around the room as the man dragon launched himself at us. He quickly crashed into the wall, unable to change his momentum easily.
We were on course for the Swarm which would give us some good defense but the dragon man seemed to catch on to what we were trying to do and started throwing large chunks of rubble at us. Taylor continued to dodge with inhuman accuracy but I could tell the armor was lagging behind as more and more chunks missed us by the narrowest of margins.
Slamming the power panel open on the back of the armor I had one of the Drones launch itself ahead of the slow moving Swarm and deliver a toolbelt to me. It was hard to work fast with all the moving around but the threat of death worked surprisingly well to motivate me and before I knew it I had gained access to the power regulation part of the armor and jacked up the output 11.
We instantly gained the boost of speed needed to get us into the drone swarm as they quickly parted to let us through. The servos would need to be replaced after this but it was a small price to pay.
We burst through the other side just as the swarm impacted the man dragon causing him to unleash another destructive blast. However this time the Swarm was more prepared and managed to tank the blast with the metal shield they had formed and quickly started taking chunks out of the dragon even as it continued to grow.
It would only be a matter of time before either he would grow too large or the swarm would dissect him however I was stopped from trying to find a solution when a mother fucking ninja jumped out of nowhere in front of us and blew up.
The blast killed all of our momentum and sent us flying back, sparks flew as the metal boots slid across the ground. I had to hang on for dear life as Taylor used that spin to land a solid punch on the teleporting ninja sending him flying only for him to dissolve into dust.
I had to trust Taylor would hold him off for now as I tried to figure out a solution to our stalemate. The dragon man continued to tear into the Swarm only being held back by the sheer mass of the metal shield even as Zerglings struck out and tore chunks off him. By now he was well over ten feet and only growing bigger. We would be screwed if we didn't solve this now.
I decided to give a last ditch order to every drone I had to get here as quickly as possible but I didn't hold out hope. The only Drones left would be the ones either under the boat graveyard or digging their way to Taylor's school.
We continued to dodge stray bits of rubble and Taylor continued to pummel the ninja while I continued to grow increasingly desperate when I caught sight of a familiar metal shine emerging from the tunnel. Twenty Hydralisks funneled into the room and immediately opened fire on the dragon thing. Bolts of molecular sharpened steel pierced his hide and almost immediately pinned him to the wall.
A weak groan escaped his maw as several more spikes pierced his heart and surprise surprise the fucker was still alive. He weakly grasped at the spikes, "C-ugh-ock sucker," he rasped out.
I was about to put more spikes in the bastard when a motorbike made another fucking hole in my wall and demolished one of my Hydralisks. The bastard on the bike jumped off mid flight and flourished his halberd in a wide circle around him.
Armsmaster looked between us and frowned when he saw the state the man dragon was in. Leave it to that asshat to get upset when I retaliate in a slightly violent manner. I scowled at the man from Taylor's back as he cautiously made his way over to the dragon man who somehow was still alive. Albeit in terrible condition, unconscious, and somehow still healing. Glowing orange blood oozed from the chest cavity held open by the seven needles lodged in there
The damn thing refused to die and as Armsmaster stood in front of the beast he laid a gauntleted fist on one of the protruding spikes. I saw what he was going to do and I didn't like it.
"Hey wa-," I started to say and despite my protest, Armsmaster started yanking out the spikes and quickly stuck in several very large needles filled with a clear liquid. A weak roar escaped the quickly shrinking man dragon. After several seconds he finished up and pulled him off the wall. "What did you do that for?!" I shouted clambering off Taylor's back even as she held me up.
My side lit up in fire and I let out a loud pained groan. "Stephan!" Taylor yelled out worried as I collapsed against her.
"He needs a hospital," the far too close Armsmaster said.
"No!" I barked out," I'm fine I need to finish off that bastard," I pointed at the now human man dragon.
"No, you don't kid, you're hurt badly. We need to get you a doctor and you two need to talk to the police. What you have going on here is very illegal," he declared.
"I'll be fiiiii-," I said before vomiting my guts out on his feet. The world turned hazy and everything started spinning. The last thing I saw before passing out was the opaque helmet I had made earlier.
A/N now we get into the fun school shit where Stephan has to deal with other people. terrifying I know. also I um don't have any idea how I should write the Arcadia High or wards part I haven't read that far yet so if anyone either has fanfic recs for like a daily life type thing or the actual chapter where it shows how the wards function that would help a lot.
Scrambling where I had fallen I hid behind one of the overturned tables and sent a command for three things to happen at once. The Drones closest to Taylor would weld her door shut, the remainder would launch an attack in a desperate bid to distract them, and the rest of the swarm would come up from underground to help secure the nearby neighborhood. I should have done it earlier but I thought my meager defenses would be enough.
Screams of surprise quickly erupted from the fifteen man squad as a small wave of drones emerged from seemingly out of nowhere. Unfortunately, they were smart enough to shoot into my drones instead of flailing about. In less than twenty seconds the small squad managed to destroy ten of the thirty three drones I had on hand.
When I saw my Drones tear into the shit sticks who thought blowing my nice new doors would be funny I made a run for it. I needed to get somewhere safer while I waited for my Zerglings to make their way out of the tunnels. Taylor would be safe for a good while in the solid steel box I had built for her bath but out here I could easily get shot, even behind the tables. For now, I would have to get somewhere safe and wait for the group of invaders to be taken care of before figuring out what made that weird ass roar.
Sprinting towards the entrance to the tunnel I felt bullets wiz over me. I barely dodged them and would have likely been turned into Swiss cheese if my drones hadn't been distracting them.
I was almost to the tunnel entrance when another hole in the wall blew open throwing me to the floor mere feet away from the entrance. Emerging from the dust a man dragon thing stepped through wreathed in flames silvery scales covered his gigantic body giving him a terrifying appearance made all the worse by the molten eyes behind the snarling mask. He easily stepped through the rubble, turned his masked face and glared at the heavily injured squad of gangsters, the color drained from their faces as the full weight of his gaze fell on them. I could only imagine how terrifying it was to be on the receiving end of that glare as it was I was frozen where I had fallen too terrified to move.
"You cock suckers can't do anything right," the man dragon hissed in a heavily accented Asian accent. Then the thing turned its eyes to me and I saw only cold indifference. I nearly shit myself then and there as the full weight of his gaze fell on me, " As for you-"
He was cut off by the swarm of Drones and Zerglings rushing past me and throwing themselves at him. The sheer mass of the swarm seemed to throw him off and knock him down for a bit before he literally fucking exploded throwing bits and pieces of the first wave of the swarm everywhere.
A jagged piece of metal nearly sliced off my foot which shook me out of my shaken state, the swarm was still acting on their last orders of attacking anything in sight excluding me and Taylor. They were blindly striking out and while it was effective against the small fry like the Ganger the dragon man was different. The blind strikes of the swarm were met with flame and fist which was quickly reducing the large swarm to bits.
It was made all the worse by the Zerg Drones doing jackshit against the silvery metal that covered most of his body. Only the sheer number of Drones was doing any good against him and even that was going to disappear soon as more and more Drones were torn apart.
The Zerglings on the other hand were digging deep short gashes into his armor and drawing blood. Unfortunately, I could already see them healing over with whatever bullshit ability he had, and with each cut, I would lose a Zergling. Which might not have been so bad if I had more than thirty of them.
Another loud crash signaled another Drone destroyed but I had control now, pulling back I saw him stumble as the drones quickly darted away. The gangers had long been reduced to shreds so I was free to move the Swarm as I saw fit.
The wave of Drones tore apart anything in their path, metal tables were thrown up front and made into shields, shelves were torn apart to make spikes of metal, and stools were used as stray projectiles to distract the man dragon.
Unfortunately, the distraction did not help long because even as the whirling Swarm of destruction continued to tear up my workshop the Dragon man spotted me. Another explosion got rid of the nearest Drones and he began to charge.
I immediately turned the Swarm on him but I had been an idiot and placed it on the opposite side of the warehouse right behind him. Fire continued to cling to the dragon man as he broke into a thundering run and I could see my second death approaching me in the form of a pissed-off gigantic dragon. I scrambled backwards trying to get away but I kept tripping up in my fear and panic.
I could feel the heat wash over me as an angry roar drew ever closer each second seemed to crawl by as the thundering of his steps seemed in beat with the beating of my heart. I was certain this would be my second death. I had gotten lucky too many times to survive again.
Right when I felt a chill crawl up my back as flames licked my back I was thrown to the ground by a mass of metal crashing into me. Something cracked in my chest as the metal suit crushed me in a bear hug to prevent me from being crushed in the fall.
Two large crashes echoed each other in my warehouse as the armor I had made for Taylor slammed into one of the walls and the dragon man crashed into the tunnel wall.
"Are you okay?" came Taylor's muffled voice.
I paused for a second to catch my breath and winced as I felt a sharp pain in my side.
"Yeah," came my pained response.
She gave a curt nod and picked me up servos whirring in effort, it wasn't true power armor that could barrel through walls with ease but it would work for now.
"Get me… on your… back," I said in between breaths.
"Okay," she said before shifting me so I was riding on her lower back.
Taylor suddenly ducked as a large piece of rubble flew through the air and lodged itself in the wall, she took off running around the room as the man dragon launched himself at us. He quickly crashed into the wall, unable to change his momentum easily.
We were on course for the Swarm which would give us some good defense but the dragon man seemed to catch on to what we were trying to do and started throwing large chunks of rubble at us. Taylor continued to dodge with inhuman accuracy but I could tell the armor was lagging behind as more and more chunks missed us by the narrowest of margins.
Slamming the power panel open on the back of the armor I had one of the Drones launch itself ahead of the slow moving Swarm and deliver a toolbelt to me. It was hard to work fast with all the moving around but the threat of death worked surprisingly well to motivate me and before I knew it I had gained access to the power regulation part of the armor and jacked up the output 11.
We instantly gained the boost of speed needed to get us into the drone swarm as they quickly parted to let us through. The servos would need to be replaced after this but it was a small price to pay.
We burst through the other side just as the swarm impacted the man dragon causing him to unleash another destructive blast. However this time the Swarm was more prepared and managed to tank the blast with the metal shield they had formed and quickly started taking chunks out of the dragon even as it continued to grow.
It would only be a matter of time before either he would grow too large or the swarm would dissect him however I was stopped from trying to find a solution when a mother fucking ninja jumped out of nowhere in front of us and blew up.
The blast killed all of our momentum and sent us flying back, sparks flew as the metal boots slid across the ground. I had to hang on for dear life as Taylor used that spin to land a solid punch on the teleporting ninja sending him flying only for him to dissolve into dust.
I had to trust Taylor would hold him off for now as I tried to figure out a solution to our stalemate. The dragon man continued to tear into the Swarm only being held back by the sheer mass of the metal shield even as Zerglings struck out and tore chunks off him. By now he was well over ten feet and only growing bigger. We would be screwed if we didn't solve this now.
I decided to give a last ditch order to every drone I had to get here as quickly as possible but I didn't hold out hope. The only Drones left would be the ones either under the boat graveyard or digging their way to Taylor's school.
We continued to dodge stray bits of rubble and Taylor continued to pummel the ninja while I continued to grow increasingly desperate when I caught sight of a familiar metal shine emerging from the tunnel. Twenty Hydralisks funneled into the room and immediately opened fire on the dragon thing. Bolts of molecular sharpened steel pierced his hide and almost immediately pinned him to the wall.
A weak groan escaped his maw as several more spikes pierced his heart and surprise surprise the fucker was still alive. He weakly grasped at the spikes, "C-ugh-ock sucker," he rasped out.
I was about to put more spikes in the bastard when a motorbike made another fucking hole in my wall and demolished one of my Hydralisks. The bastard on the bike jumped off mid flight and flourished his halberd in a wide circle around him.
Armsmaster looked between us and frowned when he saw the state the man dragon was in. Leave it to that asshat to get upset when I retaliate in a slightly violent manner. I scowled at the man from Taylor's back as he cautiously made his way over to the dragon man who somehow was still alive. Albeit in terrible condition, unconscious, and somehow still healing. Glowing orange blood oozed from the chest cavity held open by the seven needles lodged in there
The damn thing refused to die and as Armsmaster stood in front of the beast he laid a gauntleted fist on one of the protruding spikes. I saw what he was going to do and I didn't like it.
"Hey wa-," I started to say and despite my protest, Armsmaster started yanking out the spikes and quickly stuck in several very large needles filled with a clear liquid. A weak roar escaped the quickly shrinking man dragon. After several seconds he finished up and pulled him off the wall. "What did you do that for?!" I shouted clambering off Taylor's back even as she held me up.
My side lit up in fire and I let out a loud pained groan. "Stephan!" Taylor yelled out worried as I collapsed against her.
"He needs a hospital," the far too close Armsmaster said.
"No!" I barked out," I'm fine I need to finish off that bastard," I pointed at the now human man dragon.
"No, you don't kid, you're hurt badly. We need to get you a doctor and you two need to talk to the police. What you have going on here is very illegal," he declared.
"I'll be fiiiii-," I said before vomiting my guts out on his feet. The world turned hazy and everything started spinning. The last thing I saw before passing out was the opaque helmet I had made earlier.
A/N now we get into the fun school shit where Stephan has to deal with other people. terrifying I know. also I um don't have any idea how I should write the Arcadia High or wards part I haven't read that far yet so if anyone either has fanfic recs for like a daily life type thing or the actual chapter where it shows how the wards function that would help a lot.
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- Location
- England
Missing apostrophe in "Taylor's".
Does he even have insurance?
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Nope and that's the best part. He's already racked up a decent bill and this will only make it worse.