Fabricated Hazards (factorio fanfic)
Warhammer cross - fan omake Dorn and Palisade
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Raised by Factory in Warhammer 30k.
Perturabo/Palisades first meeting with the Primarch of Imperial Fists space marine chapter.
Rogal Dorn standing on the bridge of Phalanx explaining to his serfes that he needs materials to reinforce the plaents he and Palisade had been sent to retake from xeno menace.
Enter Palisade.
Palisade:Brother what seems to be the problem you are facing at the moment?
Rogal Dorn: we do not posses a sufficient amount of rockrete nor man to defend the planets after we conquer them without leaving a significant number of our sons, which will impaire us too much later on.
Palisade:truly? I mean i can put down some factories down there with less than a hundred of my sons having to stay there all together.
Rogal Dorn: factories? what?
Palisade: did, did you not know? Me and my sons specialise in quick infrastructure deployement and buildup.
We more or less are able to build a forge world in less than a year.
Imperial Fist Serf #1:how is that remotely possible?
Palisade: Factory must always expand and grow, after all, how will we supply enough tools, armaments and components to the rest of the imperium to allow them a sufficent level of comfort during their lifes?
Dorn:that still doesnt solve our problem.
Palisade:each factory complex has enough guns to mulch up most of Ork Waagh bands no matter of their size. so no need to worry.
Perturabo/Palisades first meeting with the Primarch of Imperial Fists space marine chapter.
Rogal Dorn standing on the bridge of Phalanx explaining to his serfes that he needs materials to reinforce the plaents he and Palisade had been sent to retake from xeno menace.
Enter Palisade.
Palisade:Brother what seems to be the problem you are facing at the moment?
Rogal Dorn: we do not posses a sufficient amount of rockrete nor man to defend the planets after we conquer them without leaving a significant number of our sons, which will impaire us too much later on.
Palisade:truly? I mean i can put down some factories down there with less than a hundred of my sons having to stay there all together.
Rogal Dorn: factories? what?
Palisade: did, did you not know? Me and my sons specialise in quick infrastructure deployement and buildup.
We more or less are able to build a forge world in less than a year.
Imperial Fist Serf #1:how is that remotely possible?
Palisade: Factory must always expand and grow, after all, how will we supply enough tools, armaments and components to the rest of the imperium to allow them a sufficent level of comfort during their lifes?
Dorn:that still doesnt solve our problem.
Palisade:each factory complex has enough guns to mulch up most of Ork Waagh bands no matter of their size. so no need to worry.
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Warhammer cross - fan omake THE FACTORY MUST GROW
- Location
- USA
I can't wait until the Mechanicus finds out about The Engineer and his son and discover what it means "that the factory must grow".
Techpriest: "We need you to figure out how to supply a sub sector with replacement parts for company of land raiders and baneblades being deployed in the Segmentum Pacifica."
Palisade starts off with rudimentary simulation that looks like Factorio's baby brother... 9hrs latter the techpriest comes back to find the primarch has a 3D holographic simulation that looks like Dyson-sphere Project 45K with shipments connecting over half the segmentum and encroaching the Eye of Terror. The sector is making every thing from ammo for bolters to emperor titans and space craft ranging from signal seat space-to-air fighters all the way up to battle cruisers.
Palisade: "three more days and I can finally lay the space-dock for battleship fabrication."
Techpriest: "Wh... What about the supplying of the tank company?"
Palisade: "Oh, got that done ten minutes after you left."
Techpriest: "What's the rest of this then?"
Palisade: "The factory must grow."
Techpriest: "We need you to figure out how to supply a sub sector with replacement parts for company of land raiders and baneblades being deployed in the Segmentum Pacifica."
Palisade starts off with rudimentary simulation that looks like Factorio's baby brother... 9hrs latter the techpriest comes back to find the primarch has a 3D holographic simulation that looks like Dyson-sphere Project 45K with shipments connecting over half the segmentum and encroaching the Eye of Terror. The sector is making every thing from ammo for bolters to emperor titans and space craft ranging from signal seat space-to-air fighters all the way up to battle cruisers.
Palisade: "three more days and I can finally lay the space-dock for battleship fabrication."
Techpriest: "Wh... What about the supplying of the tank company?"
Palisade: "Oh, got that done ten minutes after you left."
Techpriest: "What's the rest of this then?"
Palisade: "The factory must grow."
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Yay!
my first threadmarked omake!
im so happy!
my first threadmarked omake!
im so happy!
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- Hell
Emperor Reacts.
Man Emperor of Mankind:WAIT A SECOND, WE HAVE DYSON SPHERES!?
Captain Kittonius:Oh yeah,dozens of them in each of the galactic segmentums.
MEoM:HOW THE HELL DO WE HAVE DYSON SPHERES AGAIN? THE TECHNOLOGY TO CREATE THEM WAS LOST DURING THE LONG NIGHT AND WARS WITH MAN OF IRON.
CK: One of your sons, Lord Palisade has started creating them whenever the industrial complex had to grow to provide neccesary parts or supplies, though each time he started with a tiny factory complex. Which he then expanded in less than a year into a full fledged forge worlds and then gave those systems the dyson spheres.
MEoM: DOESNT THAT MEAN THOSE SYSTEMS ARE NOW FROZEN HELLHOLES?
CK: you would think so, but apperently they have some technology that allows them to side step that issue somehow.
MEoM: HUH. THIS IS LEGIT A FIRST PLEASEANT SUPRISE WITHOUT ANY DOWNSIDES OR AWFULL FALLOUTS!
CK: Umm actually....
MEoM: ME DAMMIT.
(A hook to continue, you can write in what Warp uckery had happened XD).
Man Emperor of Mankind:WAIT A SECOND, WE HAVE DYSON SPHERES!?
Captain Kittonius:Oh yeah,dozens of them in each of the galactic segmentums.
MEoM:HOW THE HELL DO WE HAVE DYSON SPHERES AGAIN? THE TECHNOLOGY TO CREATE THEM WAS LOST DURING THE LONG NIGHT AND WARS WITH MAN OF IRON.
CK: One of your sons, Lord Palisade has started creating them whenever the industrial complex had to grow to provide neccesary parts or supplies, though each time he started with a tiny factory complex. Which he then expanded in less than a year into a full fledged forge worlds and then gave those systems the dyson spheres.
MEoM: DOESNT THAT MEAN THOSE SYSTEMS ARE NOW FROZEN HELLHOLES?
CK: you would think so, but apperently they have some technology that allows them to side step that issue somehow.
MEoM: HUH. THIS IS LEGIT A FIRST PLEASEANT SUPRISE WITHOUT ANY DOWNSIDES OR AWFULL FALLOUTS!
CK: Umm actually....
MEoM: ME DAMMIT.
(A hook to continue, you can write in what Warp uckery had happened XD).
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plot changes
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- That/Thing
So I'm about a third of the way done with a new chapter, and I have partial starts on all the crosses and the main story but I have noticed that the main story lacks any true plot, this bothers me but not overmuch so I have decided I'm going to take a few days and try and write out a plot summary for the and all the crossovers I'm doing.
Usually I just write a paragraph and write a chapter based on that, but that doesn't exactly let me have interconnected chapters, I also want to try and get that done for all of the crossovers, sans the warhammer one.
And probably the biggest change I am probably going to make is turning the main story into a multi cross, I can't realistically keep scaling both the engineer and the bugs forever, and adding both or one of them to a mew setting gives me something to focus on besides the escalation and fighting.
The current game plan is to finish the chapters I'm working on now, then write plot summaries for the ongoing crossovers along with the main story and then keep writing like normal till I can get the crossovers to a conclusion then shifting gears into one main multicross.
I just need to pick which fandom I'm going to cross into.
Do keep in mind that this could all change though, I have no idea what I'm doing here
(Right now the closest thing I have to an overarching plot is writing about the engineer designing new tech for new situations, and while that's fun I don't think it's enough to make a whole story on)
Btw thanks for the omakes scales and mage
Usually I just write a paragraph and write a chapter based on that, but that doesn't exactly let me have interconnected chapters, I also want to try and get that done for all of the crossovers, sans the warhammer one.
And probably the biggest change I am probably going to make is turning the main story into a multi cross, I can't realistically keep scaling both the engineer and the bugs forever, and adding both or one of them to a mew setting gives me something to focus on besides the escalation and fighting.
The current game plan is to finish the chapters I'm working on now, then write plot summaries for the ongoing crossovers along with the main story and then keep writing like normal till I can get the crossovers to a conclusion then shifting gears into one main multicross.
I just need to pick which fandom I'm going to cross into.
Do keep in mind that this could all change though, I have no idea what I'm doing here
(Right now the closest thing I have to an overarching plot is writing about the engineer designing new tech for new situations, and while that's fun I don't think it's enough to make a whole story on)
Btw thanks for the omakes scales and mage
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You are quite welcome.
It actually feels great writing those short omakes.
40K cross looks good (although I think you could have given Isha more justice, See Everqueen Here for what I think is a good characterization of her). Maybe try a Star Wars Crossover, it might be interesting. Like the RWBY cross, maybe workout a way for Remnant to become connected to Navius (preferably in the secured factory). Not as much of a fan of the Danmachi cross, but that is more about my preference then the quality.
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answered questions #21
- Pronouns
- That/Thing
I have read ever queen, and yeah she does better there, but do understand that she has been with the emperor for some 12 years in that fic, while here she has been hiding on an actively anti warp planet for 5, she hasn't been doing much because not much of her is left. And what she has been doing is organizing all of her children, or trying to, into a cohesive force capable of surviving in the galaxy. It's just mainly of screen
- Location
- Israel
Going to write my idea in general:
Shift focus to character development for the MC, either find some psychic character that can speak with him directly to help draw him out of his own mind, or a character that will "bond" with the AI's and help them help the MC being a more (mentally) healthy person.
After getting the MC to acknowledge he's broken inbetween the adventures on the universe have him go to another universe in order to find a solution to his more physical problems.
Shift focus to character development for the MC, either find some psychic character that can speak with him directly to help draw him out of his own mind, or a character that will "bond" with the AI's and help them help the MC being a more (mentally) healthy person.
After getting the MC to acknowledge he's broken inbetween the adventures on the universe have him go to another universe in order to find a solution to his more physical problems.
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- They/Them
That's cool man. If I may have a suggestion, can you also bring the bugs wherever the Engineer goes? I don't want to read a curbstomp fic of the Engineer outproducing everyone anywhere he goes. I also haven't read a fic where the bugs come along for the ride and is a main presence because most other factorio fics have the bugs a constant nuisance that's dealt with off-screen
- Location
- Europe
First off, flesh out the solar system a bit more, is it part of the cross-over setting or not?
Subnautica could be fun, for one, also uses a hand held construction tool.
So what are the planetary orbits?
A earth like planet with a moon or is it several moons orbiting a gas giant, like Saturn and it's moons???
If all moons are full on planet sized...
Any cross-overs, there or not?
Fallout, Metro & Horizon, I can't really see fitting in.
What serie uses clones & cockpit capsule technology?????
I know that there are several Buffy The Vampire Slayer crossovers with this, that turn Xander into one.
That might thus give you a nice setting.
Another option is the Assassins Creed universe and these Ancients are thus...
Which could let you bring in stuff like Stargate as well, if so wanted.
Same for Farscape(?).
So think thing over, see what you could get away with and what course you want to take.
- Location
- Cambridge MA
I think it should probably be a space setting, given the scale you're currently at?
I'm partial to Stellaris, which is a good game and a flexible enough setting to allow a lot. It also makes it easy to randomize polities.
Mass Effect might be too low-level for the power levels you're at, even already, to support a plot significantly into the future. Though I suppose if you wanted you could just up-power the ME races like some fused-universe crossovers do, by giving them access to new physics.
I think Star Trek is probably too wacky.
Star Wars does seem pretty doable.
I can't think of many other options if you want a universe with multiple polities relevant on a spacefaring scale that are any degree of fleshed-out.
You could go the original-ish-plus-reskinned route like the Built in the Heavens CYOA (pdf, interactive), or another expy-based route? Or just 100% original.
EDIT: Metroid probably isn't fleshed-out enough to work, but could be interesting for expies or other inspiration.
Warhammer cross but TTS- fan omake
- Location
- USA
At a bar of ill repute on Mars, aka a ran down internet café, called the "Questionable Input Device".
Techpriest 330-AJ-Gamma-Sigma-7: I ass~ ASKed him why so many of the supple, Supply routs where leading towards the Ehey of Terror. Do yh... Do you now what LOrd Palisade sssaid?
Long suffering bar tender / café barista but also Techpriest 476-Epsilon-Zeta-Delta-2: Was he going to shoot it with a giant ball of lead to seal it?
Techpriest 330: No that would have been as pointless as it would have been sane. It's to build a giant,. Dyson Sphere that would circumference it on at least 7 interlocking bands. He'd then install at first 57 Gloriana class battleship power cores. Those woood be used to power ant, Anti-Choa-tic wave fronts that would counter the spin of the eye. The now not Choas energy given off wouldd be collected and turned into matter that would then be used to build the next 57 cubed power plants. By the tt Time that the reaction would get to an equalibrrrel, EQUAL-ibrium the sphere will be producing enough material to build five thousand Emperor-class battleships and their attending fleets in under 50 years. Diminishing returns at just over two millennium, with in five millennium the eye will be so diminished that an undersized battle feet could fart in it general direction and it's slip back into the immateriaum.
During this diatribe the bartender / barista had been mixing something that shouldn't in any sane universe been mixed but smelled something close to mint julips and 146% ethanol. Downs it in a single gulp and sivvers fallowed by the feeling of being hit in the head by a gold brick wrapped in cinnamon.
Techpriest 330: When I asked him why go to such lengths to shut down the eye,. dO~ you know what he said? "Oh, that not to shut doown the purple prostitute that's just to power the factory. The Factroy Must Grow."
Bartender: The factory must grow?
Techpriest 330: THE FACTORY MUST GROW!
Back in the throne room on Holy Terra.
Man-Emperor of Mankind: SO, I HAVE A SON THAT CREATED A MULTI SEGMENTUM SIZED FACTORY THAT USES THE EYE OF TERROR AS A SORCES OF MATERIAL THAT HAS BEEN USED TO BUILD THOUSANDS OF FLEETS?
Captain Kittonius: Well not exactly. You see after setting everting into motion to automatically build it was finished under 70 years. The ships started pumping out. Lord Palisade got bored with it and took off after Trazyn to try and see if he couldn't liberate some of our men from the galleries' of The Infinite. After which the whole question about which segmentum the factory was a part of, light off an argument which nearly came to blows between Pacificus and Obscurus that is still deadlocked in the administratum to this day. What usually gets built now is gaudy vanity projects like a telescope powerful enough to see Holy Terra from across universe or a pleasure yacht so big that they have to stay outside most systems or a device to blow up a star system so they can get a better look at a nud~. You know what that last bit didn't matter."
MEoM:
44 confirmed warp storms across the galaxy was shat that day.
Imperial Guards man fighting to stay alive for atleast another three to five minutes: Oh man-emporer why are there so many warp storms, and why do the smell like ass?
CK: It's not all bad my Emperor.
MEoM: Oh?
CK: Yes these gigantic trinkets ether become a tourist attraction within 50 to 60 year, or get destroyed when a xeno try to highjack them only to find out that the sub-segmentum administrator had installed a clever self destruct procedure.
MEoM: SO OUT OF THE WHOLE ADMINISTRATUM THERE IS A GRANTED INIFINTLY SMALL SUBSECTION THAT HAS THE FORTHOUGHT TO LAY A TRAP FOR THE ENEMIES OF MANKIND?
CK: Well, not really. Apparently the notes on how to use the Anti-Choas - Choas to matter process needed to make something more complicated than a steel beam was lost seven millennium after initial start up of the factory. Anything built now is so finnicky after construction that with out constant maintenance the dang things just blowup. The self destruct protocols is just a coverup.
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TrueGuardian32
Unfinished Writer
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- Arkansas
Keep writing. Need more fuel
danimachi ch - 3
- Pronouns
- That/Thing
Hestia woke in her bed, that would not ordinarily be a problem. It's just that she did not go to sleep in her bed last night. If she was remembering correctly, and she likely was, she had gone to sleep cradling the head of an injured man while sitting on the floor.
That meant her being in bed was probably a good sign for the man's recovery, and him having put her in her bed fully dressed after waking was a good sign of his character, not that she was particularly concerned about that after seeing his soul, it had been free of any current malicious intent or history of malice, which was the sign of a truly good person, or at least a person who had never harmed another being with a soul.
It was commonly known that you could not lie to a god, it was less commonly known that this included hiding your nature or intents, gods saw you as you truly were. And Hestia had seen nothing but a young man with the desire of safety being his one driving goal. Which now that she thought more on it made sense, if the man, or boy if she was being honest, was in enough pain his soul's true desires could be overwritten to desire an escape from the pain.
Still the fact that one of the first actions the odd child had taken once he had woken were to put her back in her bed only made her choice of trusting her sense a good one.
Finally, working up the energy to open her eyes, she looked around her room and she immediately noticed that the room was noticeably warmer and cleaner, all the dust and smaller bits of trash she had neglected to clean out of her room were gone, which only raised her opinion of the child higher. And once she had gotten out of her bed and into the bathroom she saw that it was cleaned as well.
She did have plans for the day though, she had spent the night before she fell asleep thinking on what she was going to do with the child, her first thought was to take the child to her friend hephaestus as even if the boy didn't come from her familia she should know where the armor the boy wore came from, which would significantly narrow down her search.
Her second thought was to take the child to the adventures guild, they would probably be able to identify what monster had affected his mind and treat it, or they would have him on record as an adventurer and could contact his familia, and considering she didn't want to go back to her friend for help just after she had been gifted a house she had decided to head over to the guild first.
It did mean she couldn't go job or familia hunting for most of the day but taking care of a lost child was more important anyway.
Starting up the stairs Hestia immediately notes that the old and creaky floor boards have been replaced, this was getting a little odd, she couldn't have been asleep for that long, and the fact that she hadn't woken while he was replacing the floor boards? Where did he even get the new wood?, well those were just more things to ask him.
Pushing up the hatch hiding the stairwell from the rest of the abandoned church hestia stuck her head out and immediately spotted her mysterious guest, seemingly filling in the cracks coating the bricks of her new home, and if her eyes weren't mistaken he was doing it with another solid brick, somehow smearing it into the cracks. Immediately hestia assumed this was a skill of some sort.
Seeing as he hadn't turned when she opened the hatch Hestia assumed the boy hadn't noticed she was up so with a quiet but still noticeable voice she called out, so as to not startle him, "hello I see you're awake, are you feeling better?". Before her first word had even finished the boy had turned, glanced briefly in her direction and then turned his attention back to the cracks in the wall.
Her bright smile shrunk to a more modest grin, and her hair lightly drooped before her bright smile returned once again, "it's fine if your don't !, you were in pretty bad shape last night, I was thinking we could head to the guild today to find your familia if you don't already know where they are?", the boy didn't respond for a few seconds as he kept patching the cracks in the wall, finishing up the last few cracks on the section, before he stands up and turns towards her.
Hestia immediately notices that he looks much larger in bright light, and with a closer look at his armor she can see there are no gaps showing any skin, and with a few of the odd protrusions on his shoulder the armored child reaches nearly 7 and a half feet, parts of the suit were even covered in crystals, armor that expensive looking had to come from some high ranking familia.
The child stops a few feet in front of her and just stares at her, and despite the lack of a visor for him to see through Hestia has the distinct impression he is staring at her. With a slightly less sure smile on her face Hestia speaks up again "I take it you're ready to go then?", before reaching out and grabbing his hand. Seeing that this does not prompt any negative reaction, in neither his body language or soul, she begins pulling him towards the door.
The engineer was honestly kind of stressed, he didn't exactly have experience interacting with other people, and he had absolutely no idea what he was supposed to be doing. There wasn't anything he could really do about that though, besides watching and trying to learn.
The pain had faded considerably throughout the night, it was still ever present but it was significantly more manageable so he had a better idea of what he wanted to do. He needed to find a way to link back up with the minds and the greater factory, and to do that he needed to explore the location he arrived at and study how the effect had worked and how he could replicate it.
Though he wouldn't be going back into the cave until he figured out more about both the cave and the modifications the people here underwent to survive it, the level of strength exhibited by the group that had followed him far exceeded what would have been needed to deal with any of the caves inhabitants, that either implied that the modifications were common or easy enough to be used when they weren't needed, in which case he wanted them, or that the modifications were needed and he just didn't know why, In which case he needed to learn before venturing back into the cave.
Hence his 'recon" mission with his small host, well he was calling it a recon mission, it was more just following her as she led him through the city, this had started with her making some vaguely encouraging noises in his direction before she led him from the church, which led to the pair walking the now lit worn and stone paved streets.
Now the engineer may not be well versed in anything social but he did have a brain, those noises she had made were presumably a form of communication, which meant that either he did not know her language or that he used to know it and lost it with damage his brain took on the trip over, what exactly the reason was didn't matter though as the solution was the same, learn the language.
So as he was walking down the street he turned his suits audio feed to a higher setting and began cataloging what he heard and in what context, there were numerous people walking through the streets, some with and some without modifications, still mostly consisting of cosmetic changes like animal ears or tails, though based on reactions to audio and physical stimuli they were functional as limbs. And without more in depth scans the engineer couldn't check for augmetic organs or less obvious hidden weaponry.
Not that there wasn't unhidden weaponry, knives and swords abounded, and the engineer could see them whether they were hidden or not, still the engineer did not really categorize a knife as a weapon, more a tool that could be used as one, like a blow torch. And swords were more of a hold out weapon for when you ran out of ammo, and considering half his weapons ran off his suits reactor actually running out of ammo was a difficult prospect.
So there weren't any true threats, disregarding the few human shaped forces of nature he had passed, but that wasn't a problem the engineer could currently solve, so no threats. Letting him spend his walk taking notes on the language, tech level, behavior, and living standards of the city.
Already he had learned a few words, mainly when someone had expressly pointed or directed their attention at something, though a fair portion came from when his host would talk to him, pointing and gesturing at various things. A few of the words were even about him and his host, which meant he probably now knew either her name or title, actually turning the knowledge into anything useful would take more than knowing what sounds someone made when they tripped or met a friend, ate a snack, or other banal things, he only knew part of the context, not the whole picture.
Referencing his rather bare bones map the engineer did note that they were seemingly heading in the direction of the cave again, which raised a few concerns, but without knowing enough of the language he couldn't decipher what exactly his host was saying as they walked, or wether her various hand gestures and facial expressions had anything to do with it.
Nothing she had sad had been with a hostile or negative tone at least, or he hadn't noticed if they were. Considering his lack of practice his assessment of tone had a fair chance of being inaccurate. He found his worries were unfounded as instead of heading into the caves, or really more of a paved tunnel entrance, they instead went into a building relatively near it.
There was an exponentially higher amount of more blatantly armed people the closer to the tunnel entrance they got, but that wasn't necessarily surprising, nor was the uncharacteristic strength, speed, and reactions shown by people entering the caves, though that did seem to vary wildly from person to person, maybe based on where they were heading a certain level of augmentation was required? More theories to test.
Now there are some things about the engineer one needs to acknowledge, one of those is how he sees the world, an ordinary human mainly relies on sight, with all other senses being used to supplement them. The engineer's armor does have optical sensors, yes, but those are the least of how he sees the world. The engineers brain takes all the information his armor and body supply to him and it puts it together into a cohesive image of the world, every scent, energy reading, odd vibration, light distortion, temperature, and other esoteric or mundane senses are all turned into a constant awareness of everything around him. If the engineer decided he wanted to see through you and look at the painting you were hiding from view he could do so easily, if he wanted to see inside a building with no windows he could.
This is important to note because while an average human might pan their head to take in an entire crowd and still miss the majority of it the engineer doesn't even need to move to have categorized and noted every single individual he had passed, and considering it was fairly early in the morning and everyone was rushing to get to there jobs the engineer had seen thousands of individual people and had made profiles depicting where they were, what he suspected they were doing, and what threat they could pose.
So by the time his host had opened the door to the building the engineer knew there were 26 people in the building, and the 10 of them were lightly armored, and that 22 of them were armored with some form of weapon, usually a short sword or something similar. The engineer being intelligent finally put together the fact that this building was probably some administrative body for the modified humans who explored the cave, or at least an establishment that catered to them, based on how he had seen those augmented humans trading the crystals they left the cave with for something he could only presume to be currency.
Then taking this chain of logic one step farther the engineer realized that the woman who had led him here probably thought he was one of those augmented humans, and had either brought him here to be identified or treated, though the latter was unlikely considering the building lacked any medical facilities.
Considering the average technological development of these humans the engineer doubted they had anything resembling a full database of all their clientele, though an identification badge or marking was not out of the question. But cooperation here would probably be key to getting access or information on the extensive tunnel system, so cooperate he would.
If things went poorly, running was always an option.
Entering the building the engineer noticed that while the conversations didn't stop a fair portion of the room's occupants glanced first at him, then at the diminutive woman in front of him. Here either the previous conversations resumed or the conversation shifted to him, if the more hushed dialogue was any hint. Still talking quieter was not nearly sufficient to prevent him from hearing, his lacking comprehension of their language did however stymy his efforts to eavesdrop.
His guide did not react to any of the conversation though, so he had no reference for their content, usually he could determine something about a words meaning based on her reactions to it, here either the distance or amount of conversations apparently prevented her from reacting at all, meaning she either couldn't decipher it all, a weakness, or she was choosing to ignore it.
The engineer followed the woman as she walked up to the desk, where another more mundane but still slightly modified person was waiting, they made more unidentifiable noise, with a few of the words being things used in reference to both himself and his guide, presumably descriptors.
Then the lady at the desk started making noises with a questioning tone while staring at him, presumably trying to communicate with him rather than with his guide for some reason. The lady's tone slowly shifted from questioning to concern before she once again started talking with his guide, now with much more urgency.
The engineer's lack of understanding was beginning to significantly annoy him, based on contextual cues he knew that they were talking about him, his guide, presumably his identity and what to do with him, and maybe even discussing what could have happened to him. But knowing that that was what was probably being discussed did not really help his growing concern, so reading a few extra disposable swarms of drones for rapid deployment seemed like just the thing to ease his numerous worries.
These simple precautions were what led the engineer into following the pair of women behind the counter when his guide pulled him, instead of just sprinting away. And when the trio entered a room with a few couches lined with shelves full of books the engineer was vaguely relieved he didn't just blow up the building. This definitely wasn't a prison cell or an ambush, not that the building even had a prison cell, though it did seemingly have a fair few escape routes. These were noted for potential use.
The pair of woman turned to face him, and even though with his armor he had multiple feet on both of them he still felt a small part of his brain begin to ramp its worry back up, this only increased when his guide mimed for him to remove his helmet, which A. did not detach from the rest of the suit in the first place and B. would leave him without his armor, which even if it was still in the room and capable of defending him left him uncomfortably vulnerable.
Still when needs must, setting the armor to stay open for a rapid retreat the engineer ordered the suit to peel open, revealing his somewhat bare flesh, he did still have a thin undersuit on, to unfiltered air for what felt like the first time in months. Not really used to actually needing his own eyes to see, the engineer just decided not to use them, taking his attention from his own sight and instead continuing to rely on the suits sensors, letting him see himself in high detail.
The suit covered most of his scars, but his augmetic fingers were still visible, along with with scarring from where his skin had been peeled back across his entire body to allow the wires to run through it, which meant his exposed skin was covered in light scaring and all his veins looked either purple, gold, or silver though he knew only the purple veins actually flowed. His facial scarring was lighter but still present, with the same multi-colored veins seemingly framing most of his facial features.
His eyes also seemed to shift in brightness based on where in the room he was facing, modulating themselves to allow greater clarity of vision. Using the armor's sensors to position himself he turned his body to face the two women, and while his facial expressions didn't change and his heart rate remained at steady 60 beats a minute his mind began to once again stress.
They both just stared at him for what his suit told him was 5 seconds but his body told him was hours, before they both started bombarding him with questions that he still couldn't understand so he just sat there and tried to piece together what they were saying which didn't actually lead to any more understand on his part.
Eventually they seemed to remember that he couldn't understand them and started talking to each other again, seemingly arguing or just talking loudly and frantically at each other.
The engineer was beginning to wonder if it was even possible for them to talk any faster when they both suddenly stopped talking, at which point his shorter guide began to walk gestured for him to sit on the couch with his back to the side, deciding that anything preventing them from once again beginning a chaotic bombardment of noise was a good thing the engineer compiled, at which point his tiny host sat on the couch behind him and tried to pull down the back of his suit, the engineer possessing no social skills and regarding the suit as nothing more than a way to retain body heat allowed this.
When she saw that his back was bare save for the scarring and veins the two women both began talking again, though at least they were talking significantly slower this time, the engineer took this as a win.
The argument seemingly ended with his host victory as she made one of her odd gestures towards the ceiling before rapidly pricking her nail on a pin and dropping a tiny bit of blood on his back. When the blood hit the engineer back a bright light flashed and a bunch of symbols appeared, which was a thing apparently.
The woman still crouched behind him seemingly started to read from his back, causing the other woman's expression to rapidly shift, it was not that the engineer could tell what any of the facial expressions meant though, so he just filled them to be reviewed later. Which was honestly what he was doing with all of this.
AN-
not exactly an ideal chapter but I wanted to get something out this week, I have begun work on the mainline stories plot and I have a vague Idea of where I want to take it, which is basically just going to be engineer designs new weapon and begins new mega projects until I feel I have run out of Ideas at which point the engineer opens portal for free new content.
yes the engineer did walk into a room with 2 woman and he was then ordered to strip, originally it was meant to be Einas POV then the engineers but I honestly couldn't be bothered.
next "chapter" will probably be about the various vehicles the factory has, like the drone one.
please leave reviews, Its fine if you don't though
That meant her being in bed was probably a good sign for the man's recovery, and him having put her in her bed fully dressed after waking was a good sign of his character, not that she was particularly concerned about that after seeing his soul, it had been free of any current malicious intent or history of malice, which was the sign of a truly good person, or at least a person who had never harmed another being with a soul.
It was commonly known that you could not lie to a god, it was less commonly known that this included hiding your nature or intents, gods saw you as you truly were. And Hestia had seen nothing but a young man with the desire of safety being his one driving goal. Which now that she thought more on it made sense, if the man, or boy if she was being honest, was in enough pain his soul's true desires could be overwritten to desire an escape from the pain.
Still the fact that one of the first actions the odd child had taken once he had woken were to put her back in her bed only made her choice of trusting her sense a good one.
Finally, working up the energy to open her eyes, she looked around her room and she immediately noticed that the room was noticeably warmer and cleaner, all the dust and smaller bits of trash she had neglected to clean out of her room were gone, which only raised her opinion of the child higher. And once she had gotten out of her bed and into the bathroom she saw that it was cleaned as well.
She did have plans for the day though, she had spent the night before she fell asleep thinking on what she was going to do with the child, her first thought was to take the child to her friend hephaestus as even if the boy didn't come from her familia she should know where the armor the boy wore came from, which would significantly narrow down her search.
Her second thought was to take the child to the adventures guild, they would probably be able to identify what monster had affected his mind and treat it, or they would have him on record as an adventurer and could contact his familia, and considering she didn't want to go back to her friend for help just after she had been gifted a house she had decided to head over to the guild first.
It did mean she couldn't go job or familia hunting for most of the day but taking care of a lost child was more important anyway.
Starting up the stairs Hestia immediately notes that the old and creaky floor boards have been replaced, this was getting a little odd, she couldn't have been asleep for that long, and the fact that she hadn't woken while he was replacing the floor boards? Where did he even get the new wood?, well those were just more things to ask him.
Pushing up the hatch hiding the stairwell from the rest of the abandoned church hestia stuck her head out and immediately spotted her mysterious guest, seemingly filling in the cracks coating the bricks of her new home, and if her eyes weren't mistaken he was doing it with another solid brick, somehow smearing it into the cracks. Immediately hestia assumed this was a skill of some sort.
Seeing as he hadn't turned when she opened the hatch Hestia assumed the boy hadn't noticed she was up so with a quiet but still noticeable voice she called out, so as to not startle him, "hello I see you're awake, are you feeling better?". Before her first word had even finished the boy had turned, glanced briefly in her direction and then turned his attention back to the cracks in the wall.
Her bright smile shrunk to a more modest grin, and her hair lightly drooped before her bright smile returned once again, "it's fine if your don't !, you were in pretty bad shape last night, I was thinking we could head to the guild today to find your familia if you don't already know where they are?", the boy didn't respond for a few seconds as he kept patching the cracks in the wall, finishing up the last few cracks on the section, before he stands up and turns towards her.
Hestia immediately notices that he looks much larger in bright light, and with a closer look at his armor she can see there are no gaps showing any skin, and with a few of the odd protrusions on his shoulder the armored child reaches nearly 7 and a half feet, parts of the suit were even covered in crystals, armor that expensive looking had to come from some high ranking familia.
The child stops a few feet in front of her and just stares at her, and despite the lack of a visor for him to see through Hestia has the distinct impression he is staring at her. With a slightly less sure smile on her face Hestia speaks up again "I take it you're ready to go then?", before reaching out and grabbing his hand. Seeing that this does not prompt any negative reaction, in neither his body language or soul, she begins pulling him towards the door.
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The engineer was honestly kind of stressed, he didn't exactly have experience interacting with other people, and he had absolutely no idea what he was supposed to be doing. There wasn't anything he could really do about that though, besides watching and trying to learn.
The pain had faded considerably throughout the night, it was still ever present but it was significantly more manageable so he had a better idea of what he wanted to do. He needed to find a way to link back up with the minds and the greater factory, and to do that he needed to explore the location he arrived at and study how the effect had worked and how he could replicate it.
Though he wouldn't be going back into the cave until he figured out more about both the cave and the modifications the people here underwent to survive it, the level of strength exhibited by the group that had followed him far exceeded what would have been needed to deal with any of the caves inhabitants, that either implied that the modifications were common or easy enough to be used when they weren't needed, in which case he wanted them, or that the modifications were needed and he just didn't know why, In which case he needed to learn before venturing back into the cave.
Hence his 'recon" mission with his small host, well he was calling it a recon mission, it was more just following her as she led him through the city, this had started with her making some vaguely encouraging noises in his direction before she led him from the church, which led to the pair walking the now lit worn and stone paved streets.
Now the engineer may not be well versed in anything social but he did have a brain, those noises she had made were presumably a form of communication, which meant that either he did not know her language or that he used to know it and lost it with damage his brain took on the trip over, what exactly the reason was didn't matter though as the solution was the same, learn the language.
So as he was walking down the street he turned his suits audio feed to a higher setting and began cataloging what he heard and in what context, there were numerous people walking through the streets, some with and some without modifications, still mostly consisting of cosmetic changes like animal ears or tails, though based on reactions to audio and physical stimuli they were functional as limbs. And without more in depth scans the engineer couldn't check for augmetic organs or less obvious hidden weaponry.
Not that there wasn't unhidden weaponry, knives and swords abounded, and the engineer could see them whether they were hidden or not, still the engineer did not really categorize a knife as a weapon, more a tool that could be used as one, like a blow torch. And swords were more of a hold out weapon for when you ran out of ammo, and considering half his weapons ran off his suits reactor actually running out of ammo was a difficult prospect.
So there weren't any true threats, disregarding the few human shaped forces of nature he had passed, but that wasn't a problem the engineer could currently solve, so no threats. Letting him spend his walk taking notes on the language, tech level, behavior, and living standards of the city.
Already he had learned a few words, mainly when someone had expressly pointed or directed their attention at something, though a fair portion came from when his host would talk to him, pointing and gesturing at various things. A few of the words were even about him and his host, which meant he probably now knew either her name or title, actually turning the knowledge into anything useful would take more than knowing what sounds someone made when they tripped or met a friend, ate a snack, or other banal things, he only knew part of the context, not the whole picture.
Referencing his rather bare bones map the engineer did note that they were seemingly heading in the direction of the cave again, which raised a few concerns, but without knowing enough of the language he couldn't decipher what exactly his host was saying as they walked, or wether her various hand gestures and facial expressions had anything to do with it.
Nothing she had sad had been with a hostile or negative tone at least, or he hadn't noticed if they were. Considering his lack of practice his assessment of tone had a fair chance of being inaccurate. He found his worries were unfounded as instead of heading into the caves, or really more of a paved tunnel entrance, they instead went into a building relatively near it.
There was an exponentially higher amount of more blatantly armed people the closer to the tunnel entrance they got, but that wasn't necessarily surprising, nor was the uncharacteristic strength, speed, and reactions shown by people entering the caves, though that did seem to vary wildly from person to person, maybe based on where they were heading a certain level of augmentation was required? More theories to test.
Now there are some things about the engineer one needs to acknowledge, one of those is how he sees the world, an ordinary human mainly relies on sight, with all other senses being used to supplement them. The engineer's armor does have optical sensors, yes, but those are the least of how he sees the world. The engineers brain takes all the information his armor and body supply to him and it puts it together into a cohesive image of the world, every scent, energy reading, odd vibration, light distortion, temperature, and other esoteric or mundane senses are all turned into a constant awareness of everything around him. If the engineer decided he wanted to see through you and look at the painting you were hiding from view he could do so easily, if he wanted to see inside a building with no windows he could.
This is important to note because while an average human might pan their head to take in an entire crowd and still miss the majority of it the engineer doesn't even need to move to have categorized and noted every single individual he had passed, and considering it was fairly early in the morning and everyone was rushing to get to there jobs the engineer had seen thousands of individual people and had made profiles depicting where they were, what he suspected they were doing, and what threat they could pose.
So by the time his host had opened the door to the building the engineer knew there were 26 people in the building, and the 10 of them were lightly armored, and that 22 of them were armored with some form of weapon, usually a short sword or something similar. The engineer being intelligent finally put together the fact that this building was probably some administrative body for the modified humans who explored the cave, or at least an establishment that catered to them, based on how he had seen those augmented humans trading the crystals they left the cave with for something he could only presume to be currency.
Then taking this chain of logic one step farther the engineer realized that the woman who had led him here probably thought he was one of those augmented humans, and had either brought him here to be identified or treated, though the latter was unlikely considering the building lacked any medical facilities.
Considering the average technological development of these humans the engineer doubted they had anything resembling a full database of all their clientele, though an identification badge or marking was not out of the question. But cooperation here would probably be key to getting access or information on the extensive tunnel system, so cooperate he would.
If things went poorly, running was always an option.
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Entering the building the engineer noticed that while the conversations didn't stop a fair portion of the room's occupants glanced first at him, then at the diminutive woman in front of him. Here either the previous conversations resumed or the conversation shifted to him, if the more hushed dialogue was any hint. Still talking quieter was not nearly sufficient to prevent him from hearing, his lacking comprehension of their language did however stymy his efforts to eavesdrop.
His guide did not react to any of the conversation though, so he had no reference for their content, usually he could determine something about a words meaning based on her reactions to it, here either the distance or amount of conversations apparently prevented her from reacting at all, meaning she either couldn't decipher it all, a weakness, or she was choosing to ignore it.
The engineer followed the woman as she walked up to the desk, where another more mundane but still slightly modified person was waiting, they made more unidentifiable noise, with a few of the words being things used in reference to both himself and his guide, presumably descriptors.
Then the lady at the desk started making noises with a questioning tone while staring at him, presumably trying to communicate with him rather than with his guide for some reason. The lady's tone slowly shifted from questioning to concern before she once again started talking with his guide, now with much more urgency.
The engineer's lack of understanding was beginning to significantly annoy him, based on contextual cues he knew that they were talking about him, his guide, presumably his identity and what to do with him, and maybe even discussing what could have happened to him. But knowing that that was what was probably being discussed did not really help his growing concern, so reading a few extra disposable swarms of drones for rapid deployment seemed like just the thing to ease his numerous worries.
These simple precautions were what led the engineer into following the pair of women behind the counter when his guide pulled him, instead of just sprinting away. And when the trio entered a room with a few couches lined with shelves full of books the engineer was vaguely relieved he didn't just blow up the building. This definitely wasn't a prison cell or an ambush, not that the building even had a prison cell, though it did seemingly have a fair few escape routes. These were noted for potential use.
The pair of woman turned to face him, and even though with his armor he had multiple feet on both of them he still felt a small part of his brain begin to ramp its worry back up, this only increased when his guide mimed for him to remove his helmet, which A. did not detach from the rest of the suit in the first place and B. would leave him without his armor, which even if it was still in the room and capable of defending him left him uncomfortably vulnerable.
Still when needs must, setting the armor to stay open for a rapid retreat the engineer ordered the suit to peel open, revealing his somewhat bare flesh, he did still have a thin undersuit on, to unfiltered air for what felt like the first time in months. Not really used to actually needing his own eyes to see, the engineer just decided not to use them, taking his attention from his own sight and instead continuing to rely on the suits sensors, letting him see himself in high detail.
The suit covered most of his scars, but his augmetic fingers were still visible, along with with scarring from where his skin had been peeled back across his entire body to allow the wires to run through it, which meant his exposed skin was covered in light scaring and all his veins looked either purple, gold, or silver though he knew only the purple veins actually flowed. His facial scarring was lighter but still present, with the same multi-colored veins seemingly framing most of his facial features.
His eyes also seemed to shift in brightness based on where in the room he was facing, modulating themselves to allow greater clarity of vision. Using the armor's sensors to position himself he turned his body to face the two women, and while his facial expressions didn't change and his heart rate remained at steady 60 beats a minute his mind began to once again stress.
They both just stared at him for what his suit told him was 5 seconds but his body told him was hours, before they both started bombarding him with questions that he still couldn't understand so he just sat there and tried to piece together what they were saying which didn't actually lead to any more understand on his part.
Eventually they seemed to remember that he couldn't understand them and started talking to each other again, seemingly arguing or just talking loudly and frantically at each other.
The engineer was beginning to wonder if it was even possible for them to talk any faster when they both suddenly stopped talking, at which point his shorter guide began to walk gestured for him to sit on the couch with his back to the side, deciding that anything preventing them from once again beginning a chaotic bombardment of noise was a good thing the engineer compiled, at which point his tiny host sat on the couch behind him and tried to pull down the back of his suit, the engineer possessing no social skills and regarding the suit as nothing more than a way to retain body heat allowed this.
When she saw that his back was bare save for the scarring and veins the two women both began talking again, though at least they were talking significantly slower this time, the engineer took this as a win.
The argument seemingly ended with his host victory as she made one of her odd gestures towards the ceiling before rapidly pricking her nail on a pin and dropping a tiny bit of blood on his back. When the blood hit the engineer back a bright light flashed and a bunch of symbols appeared, which was a thing apparently.
The woman still crouched behind him seemingly started to read from his back, causing the other woman's expression to rapidly shift, it was not that the engineer could tell what any of the facial expressions meant though, so he just filled them to be reviewed later. Which was honestly what he was doing with all of this.
AN-
not exactly an ideal chapter but I wanted to get something out this week, I have begun work on the mainline stories plot and I have a vague Idea of where I want to take it, which is basically just going to be engineer designs new weapon and begins new mega projects until I feel I have run out of Ideas at which point the engineer opens portal for free new content.
yes the engineer did walk into a room with 2 woman and he was then ordered to strip, originally it was meant to be Einas POV then the engineers but I honestly couldn't be bothered.
next "chapter" will probably be about the various vehicles the factory has, like the drone one.
please leave reviews, Its fine if you don't though
Maybe instead of hunter, decimator or something along those lines, as he doesn't hunt but sit and wait to melt the very earth under their feet.
- Location
- canada
I really like where the Danmachi cross is going your idea for the concept of the engineer is what really sells it and gives a really good fleshed-out start for multiple crossovers
- Location
- canada
depending on how far Hestia can see you can have a lot of fun paths
1- she can't see his past or anything doesn't see his name and he has no skills not ever for the pocket dimension and the building (racial perk)
just that his species is a variant human engineering clone v1.1.68 and is 4? years old which gives wayyyy more questions than it answers.
2-she can't see his past but can see his name species age and the falna translate his abilities into skills plus give him a free language perk for speedy story development.
3- she sees EVERYTHING about him, how he was created, why, what happened to him, where he is from along with the struggle and the lost connection/brain damage, maybe even his reincarnated soul. Of course, this completely blows her mind and makes her question the greater multiverse and everything.
4- a mix of all or totally new one for max customization, current engineer origin gives so much literary freedom.
obviously, my favorite is the #3 but #1 would be fun too, the story and the side-story are all awesome 👍
1- she can't see his past or anything doesn't see his name and he has no skills not ever for the pocket dimension and the building (racial perk)
just that his species is a variant human engineering clone v1.1.68 and is 4? years old which gives wayyyy more questions than it answers.
2-she can't see his past but can see his name species age and the falna translate his abilities into skills plus give him a free language perk for speedy story development.
3- she sees EVERYTHING about him, how he was created, why, what happened to him, where he is from along with the struggle and the lost connection/brain damage, maybe even his reincarnated soul. Of course, this completely blows her mind and makes her question the greater multiverse and everything.
4- a mix of all or totally new one for max customization, current engineer origin gives so much literary freedom.
obviously, my favorite is the #3 but #1 would be fun too, the story and the side-story are all awesome 👍
answered questions #22
- Pronouns
- That/Thing
I didn't think the gods saw anything when making a flana, isn't it just the mortals soul doing most of the detail work? I could entirely be wrong though, I'm leaning more towards #2 but extremely vague like "child of Nauvis, born under the light of a foreign sun this child fought and thrived, drawing the attention of the world itself who bestowed her boons upon him" what does that mean? hestia doesnt fuckin know.
i'm still debating on if the engineers age is based on when his pod started growing him or based on when he got out if it, if its the latter he isn't even one yet.
they are, and it'd be funny if it was just a barcode instead of a name.
yeah this is a kind of practice for writing the engineer in an environment with other people.
exterminator duh
The Maker
Child of Nauvis, Bane of Insects, Exterminator of Hives.
Child of Nauvis, Bane of Insects, Exterminator of Hives.
- Location
- zwolle
i thought the gods updating and placing flana was also them living those experiences semi state but could be fannon ?
- Pronouns
- That/Thing
Do you know where you got that from? Even just the fanfic or post you read it in would be helpful just to see how someone else did it, the wiki had like no info