Fallen Shards (Worm/Destiny/cameos from other stuff)

[Kazuma-San]

AN: Thanks to Ryven Razgriz for the beta!


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Darkness was all the girl could see. Utter nothingness, a pitch black void. For how many hours, she couldn't tell. The last sight before this one was of a disgusting filth, which she could still feel, as if it was still on her. It wasn't, she checked many times. She felt like she had been walking for eternity, and felt like she was on her final limb. But then, a blinding red light shone upon her, making her grimace because of the brightness. And then, she was engulfed by it.

And Taylor Hebert was no longer merely human.


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FALLEN SHARDS


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I awoke to an annoying beeping noise, and trying to sit up only rewarded me with pain. I could start to hear voices, and opening my eyes revealed that I was obviously in a hospital room, which would mean the beeping is some sort of monitor.

"Miss Hebert, you gave us quite the scare there. Thank god you're alright." I turned toward the speaker, I was face to face with a man of asian heritage wearing a labcoat and surgical mask.

"Hey, I'm Shinra, Shinra Kishitani." Wait, isn't he -- "I'm from the Nebula corporation, you've probably heard of it. That is, if you're a geek and also happen to like really shady business ventures. Anyway, someone's probably already called your father, and you should be able to leave if want when he gets here, though I don't advise it considering your condition."

"I called it." I said, grinning as much as I could with the pains and aches. He smiled. "Ah, what did you call for, replacement limb, assassination, drugs? We've had quite a few of those lately." Seeing the look on my face, he added, "Nah, just kidding. Want something from the cafeteria? I was about to go there, and, well, I don't think you'll be able to walk without
some help."

What? Somebody being nice to me? God, have you finally answered my prayers? He started laughing, and eventually coughed into his sleeve. "I said that out loud, didn't I?"

"Yep. But really, want anything?"

"Umm, do you have any grilled cheese?"

He said yes, then went for the door. Huh, now that I think about it, that's the nicest a non-family member has been to me since, well, a long time. Things are certainly looking up right now.


A few hours after eating nice grilled cheese, my dad arrived. We talked a bit, and, with a little help, he got me into the car. While we were in the car, we didn't really talk much, I said I'd rather talk at home. When we finally got home, my dad had me sit at the dinner table and poured me some instant tea. Not as good as the kind I make, but it was sufficient. Dad started the conversation. "So, when were you going to tell me about the bullying."

"How did you --" He cut me off. "It was easy, you haven't really tried hiding your emotions, have you. You've been sad for a while, and --" He pulls a large book onto the table. "This thing. All 127 pages of it that you've written."

What. "You found my journal. When?"

"While you were in the hospital." He said. "So, when did you stop being friends with Emma?"

"Right after summer camp." I sadly comment. "I don't even know why she does those things. Maybe some sick sense of satisfaction, whatever. She just does."

"Come here, kiddo." I happily accept his embrace.


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A few days later, and I'm back to healthy. Well, as healthy as can be. Right now, I'm on the computer in my room, browsing PHO. Not the best computer ever, but it's what I've been given. In fact, if I replace the processor with a shock computation matrix… wait, did I just think that. Oh... how would I even- What am I thinking? I think I'm hallucinating or something.

I closed the browser and shut the computer down, and then went downstairs to watch TV and Dad who happened to be in the kitchen stopped washing the dishes to sit down beside me.

"How you doing Kiddo?"

"Dad I'm fine, this is like the 5th time. Today."

"Sorry, can't help it." Dad grimaced and apologized. Then he pat my head before heading back in the kitchen to wash the dishe- "HEY!"

"Did you even wash your hands before you patted my head!?"

"Hehe."

The next day I suddenly found myself in the basement apparently finding machine bits to use. As soon as I realized what I was doing I sat down in a corner, clasped my head and sighed.

"What am I even doing? I mean really? Finding parts to make a miniaturized electromagnetic pad that utilizes close ground contact and magnetism to float? What am i a Tinker or something?"

Sigh. Maybe the stress is getting me, I think I'll just sleep. I picked myself up and gone back up only for Dad who's watching the TV to notice me and looked at me weird.

"What?"

"What do you mean 'What?' Why do you have that much stuff?"

I'm not even carryi- Oh. I looked down at my hand as I felt something on them, I am carrying the basket, filled to the brim with parts.

"Leave that on the table and I'll put it back where you picked it up, anyways, I noticed that you skipped on dinner so I left some of it packed in the refrigerator, oh and, the radio by the counter is broken I'll have to buy a new one."

"Y-yeah sure, I'll eat it now."
As I said I ate and after eating I suddenly found myself wanting to fix and improve the radio and without me knowing I found myself holding all sorts of machine parts and the radio, now hovering neatly above the table.
... It's floating in the air utilizing the moisture in the near near the kitchen to collect enough water vapor and use it to jump start an electrolysis chain reaction to float...

"Daaaaad!"

The person in question suddenly startled at my sudden call for him, ran next to me touching as if examining me for wounds. "What happened?!? Are you hurt?"

I quickly dispel the notion. "Nonono, I'm fine, I-it's just... I think I'm a cape."

"What."

"Well, it's just, I thought of fixing and improving the radio, and I got all of these ideas to improve it and did it. Somehow. I think that means I'm a cape."
Silence. For a few, long, seconds, silence. And then Dad looked at the floating drone-radio-thing and then me, then from Dad's mouth a single word formed.

"No."

Huh? "No what?"

"You're not going to do this alone, kiddo."

"What do you mean?"

He smiles. "I'm going to call a friend, they'll be right over."

"Okay." At least he didn't yell at something as controversial as that.


It was an hour before the guest came over. When they did, they made it quite obvious, what with the constant doorbell ringing. When I opened the door, I was greeted to a woman with long wavy black hair, who looked to be in the mid-twenties in age. She looked at me, then smiled.

"You must be Taylor. Hi, I'm Melanie Fitts. I'm a friend of your father. It's nice to meet you."

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AN: If you know where the cameo is from, you get a brownie. possibly laced with trip mines.

 

[Akshka]

So far so good

 

[PurpleNexus]

It's good to see you starting fresh instead of giving up

 

[Kazuma-San]

It's good to see you starting fresh instead of giving up

Click to shrink...

Can you find the cameo?

 

[Phantomman101]

The dialogue, and lack of spacing in the correct areas, is driving me nuts. What's more, is that I just read Hive Mind, and so I know that you the author knows a better way to write.

 

[Kazuma-San]

The dialogue, and lack of spacing in the correct areas, is driving me nuts. What's more, is that I just read Hive Mind, and so I know that you the author knows a better way to write.

Click to shrink...

Ill fix it, but only because you asked nicely.

EDIT: your welcome

 

[Kazuma-San]

here's another one!

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Only a few minutes after Melanie arrived, we started eating dinner. It wasn't very long before Melanie asked me a moderately heavy question. "So, What kind of cape are you?"

After nearly choking on a piece of fine steak, I responded wearily and hesitantly. "Um, Tinker."

"Shaker. You might know me as Faultline." Seeing my visual response, she tried to reassure me. "I'm not a Villain! Me and my crew are mercs. Y'know, do whatever, get paid. If the PRT is the light and the E88 is the dark, you could say we're in the middle."

"So you're neutral?" I asked, skeptical.

"Yep. Anybody who pays, we follow. With exceptions of course."

"Uh-huh. What would those exceptions be?" Dad interjects and asks Melanie.

She responded quickly. "No supremacist groups, and we have to meet face-to-face with the employer."

"Oh thank god." Dad sighs a bit in relief.

Melanie turned to me. "Think of a cape name yet?"

Hmm, how about… "Solkis."

Melanie grinned. "Sounds Vague. Like it. But anyway, do ya wanna join my crew? Could always use a Tinker."

Oh my. I was being recruited for Faultlines Crew. Uh, there are a lot of variables to think about, like how much I get paid, Is it going to interfere with my normal life, and, well actually, I don't really have anything to really do. Screw it. "Sure."

"Great! You can see the base tomorrow, but for now, I'm going to head home. It's getting pretty late. See ya Taylor, Danny." And in a single, swift movement, Melanie got out of her seat and walked towards the door, smiling back at us before leaving the house.

Going down to the basement, I thought of the first thing that I'd need. Power armor. Instantly ideas swirled around in my mind, but as if my power came from a video game, it said that I needed to build a 'Glimmer Fabricator', whatever that is. Mentally thinking of said forge, I looked at the cheapest blueprint. The requirements were as follows:

Basic Glimmer Fabricator:
200 Kg Solid Transition Metal (Type Ignorant) (Quality Ignorant
20 Kg Quartz (Type Ignorant) (Quality Ignorant)
10 Kg Gold (Quality Ignorant)
10 Kg Silver (Quality Ignorant)
30 Kg Silicon (Quality Ignorant)
50 Kg Resin (Quality ignorant) (Quality Ignorant)


"Dad!" I called out Dad up above.

"Yeah?!?" Hollers Danny from the Kitchen.

"We're going to need to go down to the Boat Graveyard tomorrow!"

"Okay!"

I guess for now, sweet sweet sleep. Time to head to bed.


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At about 10:00 the next day, we took the truck down to the boat graveyard. At first, we sorted through the metals of the different boats, before we just ended up throwing in scrap at random. After our scavenge in the boat graveyard, we went to where Melanie told us to meet over the phone; a warehouse on the docks. It looked exactly like any other warehouse, except for the small spire built onto one side. Melanie, out of costume, greeted us outside, and led us through a small side door. Inside, was what seemed to be a garage, and another half of the warehouse was walled off on ground level with a fairly large door, probably leading to living quarters.

Melanie turned to us as she opened the door. "It's not much." She said. "But it's what we've got."

Inside, we were greeted to a simple common room, and 4 people. Two were girls, and two were guys, with both of the latter looking quite strange. "Hey, guys and gals, meet our new resident tinker, Taylor Hebert." Melanie said, wrapping an arm around my shoulders. Each chimed a Hello, and Melanie, or Faultline, considering it was "Business hours" for her, pointed and identified each member of her crew.

"The one with the tail and orange fur is Newter, the Blonde is Elle/Labyrinth, the fatass with translucent skin is Gregor, and the brunette is Emily."

Ignoring Faultline's comment, Gregor spoke up. "It's Gregor 'The Snail', not just Gregor."

Faultline then turns back to me. "I would have shown you our main base, but you aren't old enough to go clubbing. Sorry."

"It's alright." I said, cheeks flushing. While Dad eyed Faultline. Said female cape innocently looked at away at Dad's gaze.

"C'mon, I'll show you where you can set up." Faultline led me and Dad toward one of the many doors branching off of the common room, until we eventually made our way down a set of stairs and into a large basement. At about 40 x 40 meters, along with a 10 meter ceiling, and complete with a cargo lift probably leading toward the surface, it was safe to assume that it was once used for storing trade goods, before shipping became a risky occupation.

"The lift is just behind the warehouse. Feel free to bring your truck down Danny, it'll be easier to unload it that way."

My dad nodded, and proceeded to walk back up the stairs, while Melanie and I talked to each other.

"So, Taylor, do you find this suitable for your needs?"

I grinned gleefully. "This is better than I could've hoped for! Thank you so much!"

Our conversation is kept light hearted and nice, and for the first time in a while, I felt like I truly had a friend.

 

[Kazuma-San]

So, for anybody here who likes grand strategy roleplaying, I've made a quest a while back loosely based off of the star trek quest "To Boldly Go". Lately it hasn't been getting much love, and I was hoping that some of you would find it to your fancy. It's obviously your choice whether or not to look at it, but If you do, I will be grateful. Expect another chapter of this to be out soon, I can't give a date. Thanks you for your time.

Here it is

 

[armorfiend]

So, for anybody here who likes grand strategy roleplaying, I've made a quest a while back loosely based off of the star trek quest "To Boldly Go". Lately it hasn't been getting much love, and I was hoping that some of you would find it to your fancy. It's obviously your choice whether or not to look at it, but If you do, I will be grateful. Expect another chapter of this to be out soon, I can't give a date. Thanks you for your time.

Click to shrink...

ah... did you link it somewhere in here?

 

[Kazuma-San]

After a few hours of hard work, we managed to get enough stuff from the nearby area to make the Glimmer Fabricator. As we stood in front of the pile of metal, I thought upon how I was supposed to assemble the thing, before it came to me. Literally. In front of me was a blue, glowing panel, showing what looked like something out of a video game.

GLIMMER FABRICATOR:

CONSTRUCT?


YES NO​

As soon as I hit 'yes', the pile of metal disappeared, and was replaced by the framework of what I assumed was the finished product; a large hollow cube with windows on most sides and a hatch in the front, and a control panel on one of the sides. And then, the frame slowly solidified, until it was the real thing. In all under the course of two minutes.

"Woah. That was pretty cool." I heard Melanie say.

I replied hesitantly, a bit awestruck at my power. "Yeah. I wasn't expecting it to be like this."

Well, I guess I just have to get more materials for my next project, but what should it be? I pondered this for a minute or two, before I mentally came across a blueprint that seemed to answer my question. Grinning, I brought it up toward my mental focus. Something that happened after the locker was the fact that I got some sort of split consciousness. I'm not exactly sure if it's brain damage, some sort of hidden part of humanity's evolution, or just a part of my power, but it's there nonetheless. It allows me to have multiple trains of thought split off of my "main" thought process, and my brain "tells" me when one of them finds something interesting. What the side process pulled up was this.


Constructor Shank

After the ????????? Wars, the ??????? used these autonomous drones, modified from previous, more combat focused iterations, to construct new homes for themselves using transmat technology. This was all possible after Dr. ???? of the ?????? ????????? creating a peace treaty with ???????.

Armor: light

Weapons: none

Abilities: heavy

Shields: light

AI: Autonomous, sentient, overridable

Construct at Glimmer Fabricator


Huh? What's that bit with all the question marks? That didn't happen last time. Hmm, maybe it'll clear up over time, or if I advance down the metaphorical "tech tree" that is my power (I hope dad doesn't play those RTS games I got for christmas.). Anyway, back to work I guess. First order of business, make a constructor. Walking over to the fabricator, I go for the controls. As soon as I touch them, I feel the blueprint for the shank download from me to it, like my hand was a USB drive. It wouldn't be the strangest part of my power. After dancing my hands across the panel, the frame of the shank shows up inside the fabricator, and the leftover metal and scrap from building the fabricator disappears, fueling the creation of the floating automata. Eventually, the hatch opened, and the machine floated out.

"That was awesome!!!"

"Gah!" I instantly jumped back as I turned to see what popped me out of my stupor. Elle, at one point, had come down to the basement to see what Melanie and I were doing, as my dad went back home, saying he'd pick me up in the evening.

"What does it do?" the curious girl asked.

"It helps me build things."

"Can you make it do something?"

I turned towards the shank. "Scavenge for resources, then come back here and wait for further instruction. Be discreet."

And sure enough, the little drone hovered out using the open service elevator door, leaving me alone with Elle and Melanie.

I turned to Melanie. "So, what's on the activities list?"


We ended up playing scrabble before dad picked me up from the base.


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Emily Piggott was in a terrible mood. Not only were there gang fights going on in the suburbs, but two of the local protectorates capes were incapacitated for the time being; Dauntless and Velocity. And worst of all; the coffee machine in her office was broken. Her radio crackled to life, and she unwillingly listened to whatever the guard had to say.

"Ma'am, we have two sightings of a machine around the docks, unknown design."

She sighed, then responded. "Send them to my email, I'll take a look."

After getting the ping from her inbox, she opened the files. What they showed was a strange drone that looked to use some sort of hover jets at the back of a circular body, and housed three blinking lights where eyes would be on a head. She pressed a button on her intercom.

"Send Armsmaster here, I believe we need to talk."

 

[Kazuma-San]

Sorry this chapter is a bit short, just couldn't wrap my walnut around much of anything when I wrote this.

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About half a month later and I was ready. Not to go out in costume, but to use my machines for a mission. What I had constructed are the following: 2 more construction Shanks, 5 combat Shanks, and one Servitor. Servitors produced a substance called ether, which increased the overall effectiveness of all friendlies in its area while simultaneously being able to soak up and dish out ridiculous amounts of damage, effectively making it a support/tank in cape terms.

Unfortunately, the Servitor was also the only one of my current units that had a "smart" AI, effectively making it a command unit, which means I shouldn't lose it at all costs. At least I have more constructors, so it should be easier to fill in the ranks. The Servitor, taking the name Solkis-1, had a very paranoid attitude, and from what I could see from its VR battle simulator, it preferred to use probing attacks, followed by hit and fade tactics. It was surprisingly effective against most VR opponents, its tactics even allowing it to best copies of capes like Hookwolf and Cricket. I heard a loud ringing noise from my alarm clock, and I smiled.

It was time for my first job.


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As I listened in through my proxies, Faultline began the briefing. "Alright, listen up, we're going to be busting one of Hookwolf's dog smuggling rings. Me and Labyrinth will take the front, Gregor and Newter will take the back entrance, and Spitfire and Solkis will take the roof. Clear?"

A chorus of "yes's" went around the alley we were hiding in, and I watched intently through my holo-radio 2.0 as my troops floated upward toward the roof hatch, unnoticed by the sleeping guard. "Remember, number 1, set weapons for stun, not kill."

"Affirmative."

As spitfire lowered one of the glass panels overlooking the building's main room down, Solkis-1 started to transmat some of the roof into our base, creating an opening large enough for the Servitors spherical frame, and giving me resources. The strike team of drones waited for the signal, ever patiently.

"Mark!"

As soon as the word was uttured, the drones all glided down into the hole, with three Shanks in the lead, and two guarding Solkis-1, their pulse repeaters firing at 1% power, stunning thugs with only a few hits. Solkis-1 did not fire, because even at the lowest possible power setting, a Servitor could obliterate the human skeleton. The drones soon encountered heavy resistance in the form of a machine gun hastily thrown across a table for a barricade, and one of the Shanks instantly fell to its fire. Solkis-1 hovered ahead of the to protect them, and proceeded to make my day: he transmatted the machine gun to the base, and the sudden lack of what made the guy who once manned it collapse onto the barricade, which left the Shanks with cleaning up the rest of the floor. The remainder of the fight was mostly uneventful, besides from a thug breaking his fist while trying to punch a Shank.

All in all, a successful first fight.


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After my drones made it back to base, I consulted Solkis-1 on the fight. "Enemy disorganized at start of confrontation, managed to regroup, but failed in defense. Minimal friendly casualties. Outcome: success."

I nodded, then a thought popped into my head. "Hey, number one, all the armour designs I can see seem to be only usable to four armed beings. I don't really want to genetically modify myself, so is there another alternative?"

He bobbed his frame in a yes, and I gestured for him to elaborate. "Genetics often tampered with by Splicers. Specific structures used for sequencing and cloning. Rare, expensive, but worth constructing."

Wait, cloning? Oh god, this is going to be a long day, isn't it?

 

[Kazuma-San]

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♦ Topic: Faultlines New Tinker
In: Boards ► General ► Discussions ► Cape sightings
Bagrat (Original Poster) (Veteran Member) (The Guy in the Know)
Posted On Jan 28th 2011:
Hey guys, its Bagrat. I'll keep this pretty brief, because I'm a bit busy. So I was walking down the docks when I say these things. The Sphere is probably some command unit, while the hover guys seem to be infantry, at least from a glance. The way you can tell they work with/for Faultline is because Spitfire can also be seen on the roof, and Labyrinth is running down an alley bottom right frame. The fight took place inside the building, so I don't know what happened, but the tinker only lost one hoverer. Unfortunately I don't know anything except for how the machines look, so I can't help there. What do you think about this, folks?



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►Answer Key
Replied On Jan 28th 2011:
Okay, those machines creep me out.



►Dawgsmiles (Veteran Member)
Replied On Jan 28th 2011:
@Answer Key Not the only one



►Mac's Dual Rocket Propelled Grenades
Replied On Jan 28th 2011:
What if the tinker uses RTS gameplay mechanics for their control mechanism?



►RoyalAF
Replied On Jan 28th 2011:
@Mac's Dual Rocket Propelled Grenades And when they moves a unit it's all like "ASSUMING DIRECT CONTROL"



►AllSeeingEye
Replied On Jan 28th 2011:
@RoyalAF that's stupid. You're stupid.



►XxVoid_CowboyxX
Replied On Jan 28th 2011:
Who do you think it is? I bet you it's a hot girl.

INFRACTION: C'MON, NO BETTING. WE'VE BEEN OVER THIS. ALSO GIVE THE PERSON SOME PRIVACY.



►Bagrat (Original Poster) (Veteran Member) (The Guy in the Know)
Replied On Jan 28th 2011:
You're going to get the attention of the mods @XxVoid_CowboyxX.

Edit: Called it.



►Reave (Verified PRT Agent)
Replied On Jan 28th 2011:
Alright kiddies, here's what the PRT knows about this Tinker:

1. They can have their weapons stun, not kill.

2. They can teleport pieces of the environment.

3. They likely have a drone specialization.

4. They work for Faultline.



►Bagrat (Original Poster) (Veteran Member) (The Guy in the Know)
Replied On Jan 28th 2011:
@Reave thanks for that man. These threads could always use more heroes.



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►Kazuma-San (Verified Time Traveller) (Moderator)
Replied On Jan 28th 2011:
@Bagrat

Are you also a time traveller? Because I've never heard of you in the timespace before, and you used a 2016 reference.



►Tin_Mother (Moderator)
Replied On Jan 28th 2011:
@Kazuma-San oh god here we go again with your rants.



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[Akshka]

could always use more heroes.

Click to shrink...

I got that one

 

[floppy_seal99]

I got that one

Click to shrink...

HOOOOOOOOHvawotch, yeah?

 

[Akshka]

HOOOOOOOOHvawotch, yeah?

Click to shrink...

yeah boi

 

[Kazuma-San]

Today was the day. March 2nd. The day I activate the clone. This clone was made over the entirety of February, with the help of Solkis-1 pumping Ether in at regular intervals to ensure that it would grow to the specifications. Yesterday, the 1st, is when Solkis-1 told me all about the Fallen, or Eliksni. Their civilization, their culture, their rises and falls as a people. And most importantly, why I was chosen to carry on their Legacy.

"Choices were slim. We weighed the chances for each candidate, but the Great Machine pointed to you. Whenever one falls in battle there, they have a chance to rise here, along with new life."

But back to the topic at hand. It's not actually a clone, it's an empty shell that I can transfer my mental self over to, effectively changing bodies. Of course that means if my original body dies then I'll be stuck as an Eliksni, because we can't seem to get the incubator to work with human DNA. Currently, me, dad, and Melanie are in the "lair", as we've begun to call it. As I take my seat in the transfer chair, I take a good look at what my new body will be like.

With long, arching legs, and four nimble arms, it definitely did not look human. While the upper pair had combat armor on them, the lower pair were covered in cloth wrap. A yellow cloak covered the back, while a piece of cloth was draped over the pants, a white circle with a small amount of black at the bottom. The Great Machine. Finally, was the sleek, angular helmet that covered the four eyes and long neck, along with the jaw.

I took a deep breath. "Start it up number one."

"Confirmed." Solkis-1's deep baritone voice spoke as his massive eye swiveled in its frame, before shining streams of encoded ether gently floated towards the access point.

The command was sent to the device, and I felt dizzy all of a sudden.

"Warning: Original body corruption at 75%. Unknown object detected inside of brain, parasitic in nature. Attempting to compensate."

Wait, what did he -- PAINPAINPAINPAINPAINPAINPAI---


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I woke up with a migraine, and the immediate realization I had more arms and eyes than a human had. Opening said eyes, I started to stand, taking in my surroundings. I was still in the basement, and Solkis-1 was still there.

"Number one, status report." I said in a relatively deep feminine voice, not my own.

The Servitor in question merely started to rattle off the list of things that happened while I was out.

"Your original body had a parasitic organism in it of unknown capabilities. In order to complete the transfer, we had to remove and then reconstruct that section of your brain. It is unknown how long it will take for your host body to recover. Your father is being called by me as we speak. He is upstairs."

Almost immediately after he said that, my dad came rushing down the steps, worry in his eyes. Well, speak of the devil and all of that.

"Taylor, oh thank god you're alive!" He said, trying his best to hug me while taking in my new stature."

I replied with as much gentleness I could muster. "Agreed. Such experience was unpleasant, and I do not wish to partake in such endeavor again." And while thinking, I added. "It is safe to assume that I will be residing within this complex, as this current form is unfit for human methods of travel."

"I guess so, kiddo. Hey, what's with your speech pattern?" He asked.

"It is the way of communication used by Eliksni. Cryptic, yet effective, yes?" I then turned to Solkis-1. "Number one, begin construction of an Ether Generator. Effective Immediately."

"Of course, Kell of Kells."

As dad and I walked back up the steps, he asked a question I was surprised by. "Hey, Taylor, what language did you just use?"

"Hmm, it appears that this body has learned languages of many races, but I spoke in native tongue to Eliksni."

"You keep mentioning Eliksni, what is that?"

I grinned behind my helmet. "The name of the species that I live."


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After having a ridiculously large but healthy meal to regain strength, I decided to go out on patrol. Unfortunately, the only holdable weapons at my disposal was a tracker rifle that Solkis-1 made in advance, and an elegant sword he also produced. I had 6 Shanks with me, as the Servitor never stopped making them. I had about twenty total, 4 constructors and 16 regulars.

As I walked across the Boardwalk, rifle in my top pair of hands, bottom pair folded across my chest, one of my Shanks reported a contact near one of the piers. Making my way towards it, I recalled all active Shanks to my position, in order to keep them alive. Climbing onto a nearby rooftop, I was slightly surprised at what I saw. Oni Lee, the leader of the Azn Bad Boys, was fighting alongside Squealer and Skidmark of the merchants, against the independent neutral Lung, Dragon of Kyushu. Designating Squealers strange.. Six wheeled tank thing for my rifles target, I charged to full power and fired. The three round burst of bolts quickly flew downrange, a little bit slower than a bullet, and impacted against the hull of the tank. The effect was immediate, and catastrophic. The tank buckled under the pressure of the shots, and the engine exploded along with several wheels and the barrel, rendering it useless and mobile. The few merchant thugs nearby were blown back by the shockwave, and Squealer was shot out of the top like a cork. She had a brute rating, it'll be fine. Of course, when everything stopped and people looked back at me, I jumped into the fray, with a one word command to my Shanks.

"Engage!"

Setting my rifle back to low power in order not to kill anyone, I quickly popped off shots towards several groups, and my Shanks took care of even more. I purposely let a Shank get damaged, had it fake death, and left it there, not transmatting it. Gotta leave some evidence it was my doing. Anyway, lung was fighting Oni Lee, so that left me with Skidmark. Perfect.

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If it sucks its because no beta

 

[AncientPhoenix]

It's got a nice concept. Hope Taylor won't be stuck as an Eliksni too long, though, it would probably make a good cover- I'm a case 53 and fault lines new tinker

Edit: Overwatch reference. Took me a minute to get it. Then I read the other threads xD

 

[Tawsnrrtsyip]

Please write more of this. It's probably the only decently-written Destiny crossover that I've seen in, like, ever.