The Grimm Queen
AN: Mmmmm Meh. It's a worm x RWBY fic. Again from the days when RWBY was new and shiny. I don't really love this one. Despite giving it three chapters it's just... I feel like the POV changes from first to third person and back a few times throughout, and it's another one of those snippets that suffers from me trying to cram the whole backstory in right from the get go. Such a bad habit.

Teams had been assigned and the first years all prepared to head off to their dorms, when professor Ozpin asked that team RWBY and team JNPR join him in his office. Shrugging the eight students followed him.

Exiting the elevator, they teens took in the professor's office with varying levels of impressed looks. The massive gears in the ceiling made a symphony of creaks and groans that was oddly soothing. The desk itself was simple though the numerous glass windows gave an amazing view of the city of vale lit up with lights from storefronts and windows. Standing in front of one of the windows is a tall thin girl. She wears black combat boots and grey pants as well as a brown jacket.

Two weapons rest across her back, the first is a bullpup style sniper rifle, it rests in a harness of sorts over her left shoulder. The girls other weapon is a large bowie knife sheathed at the small of her back with the handle pointing to her right. Despite this, the girls most striking feature, at least from the back, though most likely the front as well, is her hair. Or rather it's the brown feathers she has instead of hair.

The girl turns revealing brown eyes, a small nose, and a green shirt underneath her half open jacket. On her waist is a metal emblem of a black feather with a jagged line of electric blue lightning wrapped across it. She takes in the new arrivals with cautious eyes and a tense posture.

"Teams RWBY and JNPR, may I introduce Taylor Chouette." Blake and Weiss both sucked in sharp breaths at the girl's name something that the now introduced Taylor does not fail to notice. She also notices Weiss fingering a small charm bracelet. "Miss Chouette, may I introduce team RWBY. Their leader Ruby Rose, her elder sister Yang Xiao Long, Weiss Schnee, and Blake Belladonna." The girls all nodded or waved. "And team JNPR, Jaune Arc, Pyrrha Nikos, Nora Valkyrie, and Lie Ren."

"I feel I must apologize again, miss Chouette. I invited miss Ross to attend late, and unbalanced the number of potential students. I had assumed that as with most years we would see at least one student fail to pass initiation. However, this year's students proved remarkably capable."

"Sir, um, I'm not sure I understand-" Ruby started to ask.

"Of course, miss Rose. Students are grouped into teams of four. The number of students who participated in initiation when divided by four, left a remainder of one this year. In other words, there would always be at least one student who could not find a partner. In this case that student was miss Chouette. She retrieved a relic and returned to the clifftop on her own. Normally at least one student fails and this is not an issue, but in this case every student passed." Ozpin paused to sip his coffee.

"I'm hoping that one of your teams would be willing to take on an extra person until a spot opens up." Several of the teens winced at the reminder that they were very much at risk of death or debilitating injury in this line of work.

Taylor gave a hesitant smile to the rest of the group.

"Sure." Both team leaders responded without really giving it any thought whatsoever.

Taylor mouth dropped into an "o" and her eyes went wide in surprise. The look lasted only a moment before a genuine happy smile spread across her lips. Ozpin favored the young teams with his own slight smile.

"Well then, miss Chouette, do you have a preference?"

"Oh, well uh, rooming with all girls would make things simpler I guess." She said, but paused with a grimace. "Though only if she stops fingering her holdout weapon." Taylor said as she pointed to Weiss, getting confused and shocked looks from the rest of the room.

"How did you know?! Weiss demanded in an almost shriek.

Taylor calmly showed the group a ring depicting an eagles head on her right hand. Then, for just a moment, the ring sparked with electricity. "Saved my life once." She said as she reverently rubbed the ring with her thumb. "Since then I've gotten pretty good at spotting jewelry with hidden dust."

Shaking her head Weiss resumed glaring at the feathered girl. "Regardless, I refuse to share a dorm with you."

Taylor stiffened, a scowl on her lips.

"Weiss," Ruby's tone was a bit frigid. Ruby was tired, and her partner was being rude to the girl who lost her spot on a team because Ruby had been admitted two years early. Not only did Ruby feel she owed the girl, but not even an hour after being made team leader Weiss was already outright ignoring her decisions. Frankly, Ruby was a little annoyed. "You're being mean, and I already said she could stay with us." The little reaper growled… It was a more adorable than intimidating, but it got her displeasure across.

Weiss opened her mouth to respond but Taylor beat her to it. "It's fine, Ruby was it? I should have expected it from her." Taylor said giving the Schnee the stink eye. "I don't want to mess up your teamwork before you even get it sorted out. Jaune, right?" The blond nodded. "Any chance I can take you up on that offer?"

Jaune looked back and forth between the three girls before shaking off his confusion. "Ugh, yeah, sure. No problem." Taylor gave the blond a grateful nod.

"Don't be surprised if I shuffle you from team to team, miss Chouette. Your skills make you ideal for support, and I'd like to get you experience working with different groups." Ozpin stated sipping at his coffee. "Team RWBY, I'd like you to stay a moment, Team JNPR, miss Chouette, you are dismissed."

Taylor gave a curt nod before heading to the elevator with JNPR.

The door had barely shut before Weiss started talking. "Sir, what is she doing here! Surely you can't-"

"Enough." Ozpin's voice was firm. "Miss Schnee, your behavior just now was unacceptable."

Weiss squawked. "My behavior?! But she's-"

"I am well aware of her history, miss Schnee. Though I'm beginning to think you are only familiar with what others made of her actions, and not the actions themselves." Ozpin said with a slight frown. "In the future, you would do well to think before you speak, and make sure that you are in possession of all the facts. Now, you are all dismissed."

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"Weiss, what the was that about?!" Ruby shouted. "You made us all look bad in front of professor Ozpin! And you were totally rude to Taylor!"

"She's a murder!" Weiss shouted. "She's the one who inspired the filthy white fang to start attacking people!"

Before Ruby could even begin to respond Blake had moved across the room and slapped Weiss across the face. The smaller girl was knocked off her feet and stared up stunned and angry.

"Don't." Blake hissed. "Don't. You. Dare. That girl was a victim who had to fight for her life! So, don't you dare call her a murderer for what she did!"

"Enough!" Ruby shouted, rose petals flying off of her. Things had been going so well towards the end of initiation, and already they were falling apart. "We'll talk about this tomorrow, after class. For now, everyone just go to bed. It's been a long day and we need to be up early tomorrow." Blake and Weiss moved to beds on opposite sides of the room glowering at each other the whole way. Ruby visibly deflated once the two girls crawled into bed.

She had not expected to have to deal with this kind of thing when Ozpin made her team leader.

The little red reaper squeaked as her big sister gave her a hug from behind before relaxing into the calming embrace. She would work it out. She had too.

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"So, Taylor, why was Weiss so umm" Jaune trailed off searching for the right word.

"Bitchy?" Norra chirped, making Jaune palm his face and Taylor snort.

"It's a long story, and not something I like talking about." Taylor said dully. "Could we talk about this some other time." She asked looking away from the group.

Ren reached out and rested a hand on her shoulder. Taylor looked up at the boy in surprise. "You can tell us when you're ready." With a grateful nod, Taylor and the others turned in for the night.

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Classes for the two teams started off with an atmosphere of restrained tension. Weiss glared constantly at Blake, at Taylor, and even at Ruby. Blake was doing an admirable impersonation of a glacier and ignoring the fact that Weiss existed. Ruby was too distracted by thoughts of her team to pay any attention to professor Port's rambling. Instead she spent the class frowning and tapping at her notebook.

Team JNPR on the other hand could not help but shoot nervous glances back and forth between Taylor and Weiss. Taylor had chosen to simply ignore the heiress and was instead focused on a back corner of the room with a puzzled look on her face.

"Now then," Professor Port said as he wrapped up his story. "Normally I would ask for a volunteer. However, this year there is something I'm rather excited to see in person. Miss Chouette, I've heard a great deal about your semblance and I would greatly appreciate the chance to see it firsthand. Would you be willing to give us a small demonstration?"

Taylor gave an anxious look around the room at the now curious faces. Taylor did not want to show off her semblance. The usual response to her semblance was… Well fear, paranoia, disgust… Some people thought it was amazing, just not most. Still, she had been singled out in the middle of class. To back down would only make her classmates more curious. Better to get it out of the way now with a teacher on hand to spin how people thought about it.

With a resigned sigh, Taylor nodded and pulled her knife from her bag. The blade is ten inches long with a line of yellow dust running up both sides. Several students are surprised when she forgoes leaving to change into her combat clothes but keep the speculation down to low muttering.

Excitedly Port pulled out a cage from a back closet and with a swing from his axe/blunderbuss hybrid broke off the lock. A boarbatusk leapt from the cage with an indignant snort before locking its eyes on Taylor who stood there completely relaxed, bored even. After all she had already known what was in the cage. Her semblance let her sense the grimm, and what it was, now there was only one thing left for her to do.

Taylor's eyes took on a bloody red glow to match the grimms before both sets of red eyes flashed back to brown. The grim dropped to one of its front knees and lowered its head as if bowing. The classroom exploded into hushed conversations.

"My semblance lets me sense and control grimm." Taylor said loudly getting the classes attention and putting an end to the muttered debates. "Numbers aren't an issue. I've controlled whole hives of rapier wasps before, but there is a mass and distance limit, those have been growing the more practice I get with my semblance."

Around the classroom reactions were vastly varied. Most saw the combat potential of such a semblance, it would be a huge asset against the grimm. But following on the heels of that revelation was the question, what kind of damage could someone do with a semblance like that? A few even went so far as to question what it said about the girl as a person if the representation of her soul is to control evil and hate incarnate. Those asking the last question did not come to very charitable conclusions.

Back at the front of the classroom the grimm rolled onto its back, offering up its soft underbelly. Taylor drove her knife in and with a quick sure motion cut the grim from neck to tail. It did not so much as flinch or groan as it died.

"Stupendous! Wonderful!" Professor Port shouted as he clapped excitedly. "Miss Chouette, I sincerely hope that when you select a combat mission in the future you will keep me in mind as your teacher chaperone. I do believe the sight of grimm being used to kill other grimm would make for a magnificent story!"

With a small grin and a "Yes professor" Taylor rejoined her temporary team as the bell rang dismissing the class.

"Ren, this is fantastic! Do you realize what this means?!"

"...No?"

"Our team has two queens now! The queen of pancakes and grimm!" Nora shouted. The rest of her rant was lost to the wind as they rounded the corner.

Yang groaned theatrically and banged her head against her desk. "We could have had grimm fight each other in a pit or something, and sold tickets! Think of all the lien we could have made." She bemoaned. "I'll bet we could have gotten a pay per view deal! Imagine how many people would pay to see grimm kill each other! Not to mention setting up a betting pool!"

Ruby and Blake chuckled lightly at the blonde's antics. Weiss on the other hand scowled.

"Are you insane! This just proves she's evil! The representation of her soul is the ability to control monsters!"

Blake glanced at the disintegrating Boarbatusk before glancing back at Weiss. "I'm sorry for your loss, Weiss. I didn't realize your father was a literal pig." Her three teammates eyes went wide at the catty comment. Blake for her part sashayed out of the room ignoring the seething, and sputtering, heiress.

A moment later Weiss stormed from the classroom and Ruby slammed her forehead into her desk mumbling incoherently as her sister patted her on the back reassuringly.

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The first combat class was held an hour after lunch. Taylor looked out of her depth as she talked with Nora… well, listened to Nora talk. The rest of JNPR watched with varying levels of amusement.

Team RWBY by contrast were spread halfway across a bench with Weiss and Blake as far apart as they could get. Ruby was seriously considering locking the two in adjacent cages and leaving them there until they worked it out.

"Right then." Goodwitch wrapped up her explanation of the class and the various safety features and protocols. "We have just enough time for a match so"

"I challenge, Taylor Chouette!" Weiss shouted standing in her seat. Blake scoffed, Yang palmed her face, and Ruby put her head in her hands.

"Miss Schnee, while I admire your enthusiasm,"

"It's fine with me, professor." Taylor called out, surprising everyone.

Professor Goodwitch fixed Taylor with a small frown before finally nodding. Taylor left her sniper rifle with Ren. She didn't really trust Nora not to play with it, and headed for the arena floor.

Weiss stood in the perfect fencer's pose. Taylor had dabbled in fencing when she was learning to knife fight, and she had a hunch she knew exactly what the girl was about to do. Taylor matched Weiss, also getting into a fencing stance causing the heiress to grit her teeth assuming that Taylor was mocking her. Taylor remained impassive watching her opponent for any tells.

"Begin!"

The moment the word was uttered a glyph appeared underneath Weiss and launched her forward. Taylor expected something like this though and put her plan into action. She relaxed her leading leg and kicked her back foot back and to the side. Without any support gravity took hold and dragged her towards the floor even as she leaned forward and extended her knife arm. Slapping down the hand not holding her knife and re-tensing the muscles in her leg stopped her drop with her chest only a couple of feet off the floor.

A picture perfect passat asotto; a body displacement move. Weiss, not expecting it, hit nothing but air; her rapier flying through space previously occupied by Taylor's chest. Her headlong charge was uncontrolled thanks to the propulsion from her glyph and her abdomen slammed into Taylor's outstretched knife. Weiss's own momentum worked against her as she was almost bent over the knife blade and a significant chunk of her aura disappeared with the counter attack.

Taylor wasn't finished though. With a burst of aura, a lightning bolt launched from her knife and into Weiss causing the girl to scream and spasm from the electricity. Taylor took full advantage of the opportunity to get her feet back under her and slash away at Weiss. Her aura fell into the red before she regained control of her muscles.

When Professor Goodwitch called the match most of the class was stunned into silence with the notable exception of a wildly cheering Nora. Taking in the stunned looks Taylor just sighed before making her way back to her seat.

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"That was amazing!" Nora cheered as the group headed for the dorms. "She was all 'grr' and you were like 'meh' and then she went 'whoosh' and you just went 'nooope~' and then you were like 'bzzzzzzz!' And she was all 'hrrk' and you were all slice and dice!" Nora enthused, acting out the motions as she went.

Taylor chuckled weakly. "Really, it's not such a big deal. I'm familiar with her fighting style, and she really does not like me. Going into the fight pissed like that made her predictable. I'd bet she's a lot tougher to beat when she keeps a level head."

"Perhaps," Phyrra cut in. "But she challenged you. To challenge someone without being able to face them rationally shows poor judgment which is a serious flaw she needs to address."

"You!" Weiss shouted jumping in front of team JNPR and pointing dramatically at Taylor who just groaned.

"There is no way I can accept a loss like that!"

"Weiss, enough already!" Ruby shouted. Storming up to the heiress scowling adorably. "She won fair and square. You're just mad that you lost."

"That wasn't a fight! She got in one good hit then disabled me, that is not a fight!"

"Well then you probably won't ever get a 'fight' from me." Taylor deadpanned. "My whole style revolves around one hit kills and debilitating strikes like I used against you. Drawing out a fight is stupid and likely to get you killed."

"Sounds like the perfect style for a killer like you!"

For a long moment, no one moved as the accusation hung in the air. Then Taylor snatched the hand Weiss was using to point at her and held it tight. Lightning arced off the girl's ring and from it to the Schnee heiress. Taylor kept it up until Weiss passed out. Throwing the smaller girl over her shoulder Taylor turned to address team RWBY and JNPR.

"My last school I tried ignoring everything and just let the rumor mill go nuts. That, did not work out so well… I promised JNPR an explanation at some point, princess here isn't going to lay off until she hears the truth… If the rest of you want, I'll tell you too. But I'm going to ask that if people start talking you set the record straight for me. Because I don't like talking about this. That sound fair?"

Hesitantly both groups nodded and followed Taylor back to the dorms.

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Weiss woke up duct taped to a chair in JNPR's dorm room. Thankfully for everyone's ears, her mouth was also sealed by the wonderful silver tape.

"Oh finally, I thought she would never wake up!" Yang said. "Now we can have our story time!"

"It's a pretty crappy bedtime story, Yang. More like something to give kids nightmares." Taylor said. The blonde boxer only shrugged.

"Right, well, it all starts about three years was a string of murders out in Vacuo. Only pattern the police could find is all the victims are faunus, and all of victims had their animal trait cut off." Everyone even Weiss seems disgusted.

"Basically, the murderer considered herself a big game hunter, and it was open season on faunus, and she liked keeping trophies. So, one night I'm at home, in bed, and I hear a fight downstairs. I haven't made my own weapon yet so we have three in the house; Mom's old punch dagger was with me in my room, Dad kept his rifle close by, and my ring." Taylor says reverently rubbing at her ring. "The ring was something Dad gave me when I started going on runs early in the morning, to keep me safe."

"So, I get downstairs and Dad's fending of a hatchet with the body of his rifle. Only he's fighting a second-year huntress trainee and Dad's rifle was a piece of crap… She broke right through it. Next swing caught Dad in the neck."

Taylor stopped talking. For a good minute or two she simply stared at the floor as she tried to recompose herself. Ruby is crying silently in Yang's lap as the older girl hugs her sister close. Blake has her eyes closed and her head bowed. Pyrrha and Jaune are both horrified. Nora is uncharacteristically quiet with a look just as serious as her partners. Weiss is wide eyed and unable to look away from Taylor.

"That's when I jumped in. We fought, she kicked my ass. Broke Mom's dagger and had me pinned to the floor. I managed to grab the barrel of Dad's rifle and took a swing at her. That was the first time all night she used her semblance. She turned into some kind of mist. Blow went right through her. I was scared, angry, and desperate. I converted all of the yellow dust in my ring into electricity and sent it right through the gun barrel and into her chest. It knocked her out of her shadow state, with the gun barrel still going through her lung, and me still channeling electricity straight into her. Stopped her heart and cooked her right lung." Taylor relaid with a sort of detachment as she looked out the dorm window at nothing. No one said a word.

"Once the story got out my name, my story, became a rallying point for the extremists in the white fang. Little faunus girl fighting back against a bigger more skilled human, avenging the murder of her own father and more than twenty other faunus? I was better than a martyr I was a living symbol of defiance. Then Vacuo tightened up their psych evaluations for hunter trainees to prevent similar incidents. Twenty-six faunus and one human death. That's all it took for a real change to happen." Taylor spat bitterly.

"That was the tipping point, the extremists had real tangible proof that violence can force a change in the government. Suddenly their arguments are legitimized, they won more faunus over to their way of thinking, they had momentum. And before you know it a group of peaceful protestors became freedom fighters and terrorists. Had recruiters after me for years, always told them the same thing; 'I'm only interested in killing monsters.'" Taylor shook her head.

"Semblance showed up maybe a year later. Best the shrinks can tell is I was sick of being afraid, I wanted to control my fear. So, my semblance gave me a way to literally control something I was afraid off. Course most people just assume it's because I'm some kind of monster and the grimm are just acknowledging my superiority." Taylor scoffed before getting up out of the chair she had been sitting in. All eyes followed her every nervous twitch.

"Like I said before, I don't like talking about this, so if you hear any rumors popping up do me a favor and set the record straight… It got, real lonely at my last school… I'm going to hit the rifle range for a while." Taylor stood and left the room letting the door close with a quiet click.

Minutes passed in silence as the group digested what had been said. Finally Blake went over and ripped the tape off Weiss's mouth.

"Ow!" Weiss took a moment to stretch her jaw. "You knew." The words were directed at Blake, not as an accusation, just as a statement of fact.

"... Not any of the details of the fight but the rest, yeah I did."

"How?"

Blake hesitated for a moment before pulling off her ribbon getting surprised exclamations from the rest of the group.

"I grew up as a member of the white fang. The first Rally I remember attending was when I was eight." Blake's lips twitched up slightly at the fond memories of better days. "Then after years of slow progress, we hear about a girl, my age, who fought and killed a huntress trainee that had been murdering faunus for sport. They told us how because of her actions Vacuo was making a real change. They made her out to be a hero, she was my hero… And at first the violence was, not so bad. Destroying or stealing from companies that mistreated faunus workers, selling what we stole to help faunus that were down on their luck, orphanages that took in faunus children, things like that. Then time went on and the violence got more extreme. Buildings burned to the ground people responsible for our mistreatment abducted for ransom, funds used to get better weapons and gear rather than to help people. There was always a justification, and it was a slow shift. It was so easy to get caught up in it all." Blake shook her head.

"But then that wasn't enough. It wasn't about targets that would make a difference, or helping people. It was just about making humans hurt, making them pay, and then I realized that's all it had ever been about… So, I got out, deserted and took the Beacon entrance exam, said I trained outside the kingdoms, wasn't a lie anyway."

Blake plopped back down onto a bed and rubbed at her eyes with the palms of her hand.

"Don't know if it helps but I've never been to Atlas. I never tried to kill anyone. Though I know I hurt a few people pretty badly before I got out..."

Blake shook her head once more before retying her ribbon. "I need some air." She said before she left.

With that final revelation, out of the way the group lapsed into silence, all lost in their thoughts.

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Beacon's indoor shooting range was impressive. Twenty firing lines and a maximum range of a thousand yards.

Taylor's sniper rifle was capable of longer shots, but this was about maintaining her skill, not pushing her limits. At the end of Taylor's firing line was a life-sized paper cut out of a beowulf. Taylor was laid out on a mat, her sniper rifle, Thunder, was supported at the front by a tripod. With a well-practiced motion, Taylor slid back the bolt chambering her first round.

Thump thump.

Thump Thump.

Thump Thump.

Thump Pull Thump.

The rifle barked as the .408 round broke the sound barrier. A moments delay and the paper shifted slightly as the bullet tore through it.

Immediately Taylor ejected the spent shell casing and minutely adjusted her aim.

Another bullet flew down range, and another, and another. Seven rounds punched through the target. With a flip of a switch the target returned to her.

"You're a remarkably good shot." Blake said from behind Taylor, startling the sniper. Taylor spared a glance over her shoulder before unclipping the paper target and pointing to two holes, one in each of the targets red eyes.

"You see how the holes nick the white of the bone armor? I'd never try a shot like that on a real grimm. At least not yet, not at this range. The shot nicked it with no wind or movement to compensate for. Normally my .408 rounds can punch through light bone armor and a glancing scrape like that wouldn't even slow them down. Though if my shot is off by a bit more and taken from the side, it might glance off the forehead where the armor is thickest…" She gestured with her hand at the picture to demonstrate the hypothetical trajectory. "Something like that's rare, but it can happen. Much better to aim for the neck or heart."

"Grimm have hearts? I mean, I didn't know anyone had managed to dissect one, they fade so fast and the internal stuff goes first…"

"Ahh, bit of something my semblance helped me figure out. It gives me a feel for where everything is, what makes them tick, what they're capable of. It's, not like a human heart. They don't have blood, just that mist they give off when you kill them…" Taylor grimaced slightly. "I think, anyway. Dissected a lot of rapier wasps while I kept them under my power, but it's not a perfect test. They really do decay quickly, and rapier wasps are so small. I'm hoping to get a beowolf into an x-ray or an MRI one day to confirm some of my theories."

Blake nodded thoughtfully. "That's what these shots were for, right?" She asked pointing to the four holes almost dead center of the chest. Taylor hummed a confirmation as she placed a paper target depicting an ursa in the old one's place before sending it back down to the end of the range.

The two lapsed into silence as Taylor slotted in a fresh magazine and took aim at her new target. Seven shots later the target was on its way back to the girls.

"So, what are you here for Blake?" Taylor asked with forced calm. She didn't like talking about her past. Predicting people's reaction to the fact she had killed someone, even in self-defense, was difficult. Blake seeking her out so soon after had her on edge.

Blake for her part kept her silence for a long moment before moving into the girls view and picking up an edge of her bow to show off one of her cat ears for just a moment.

"... I was one of the ones they hooked with your story. I left them about six months back when I finally woke up to reality." Taylor said nothing. This was new ground for the girl. She had met recruiters before, but never defectors.

"I, said some things to Weiss over the past couple of days. She had an easy time realizing that I already knew part of your story. She wanted to know how I knew. I, came clean to them." Blake winced slightly. "I don't know why I did it. They might have figured it out eventually, and that could have been worse, but…" Blake trailed off.

Taylor waited awhile to see if the girl would say any more before speaking. "After everything happened I got sent to a psychologist. Took me awhile to really start talking, but once I did it was hard to stop." Taylor worked as she spoke, this time setting up a normal bullseye. "It's a, cleansing feeling, talking about stuff. Maybe you just needed it." Taylor offered, before chambering a round. "Though you still haven't answered my question."

Another silence as Taylor emptied the clip into her target. Rather than reeling it back in she shifted to a kneeling position and fired seven more rounds.

Nodding happily, she pulled the target back in still waiting for Blake's response.

"Why didn't you join?" Blake asked rather than answering. "I knew people with almost no reason at all who joined, you had more reason than most. That you didn't… I always wondered why."

Taylor smirked lightly.

"I'm only interested in killing monster." It was almost a joke to the feathered girl judging by her tone, but from Blake's confused look it's obvious she was missing the punch line. "And as far as I'm concerned, I've only ever killed monsters."

Taylor sent another target down range but did not get into a firing position. Instead she leaned against a wall and looked at Blake fully. "It's not the healthiest mindset… I make a point not to apply that label to any other people, but it helps me sleep at night. Keeps the nightmares away. Compared to her? Weiss's father, and some ignorant racist shits? They might be bastards, but monsters? No." She shook her head, feathers swaying more stiffly than hair would, before the corner of her lip twitched upwards. "Having a shrink to talk to might have helped too."

Blake was silent for a moment before nodding. Taylor shifted back into a kneeling firing stance. The two shared a companionable silence for a time as Taylor put holes in paper. Eventually though Blake broke the silence.

"We should see if we can get Ruby into a shooting match with you sometime. Be interesting to see who's the better shot."

Taylor blinked at the other girl for a moment before giggling lightly at the comment so out of place with their earlier discussion. The noise pulled a small chuckle from Blake, which in turn lead Taylor to outright laughing. As the mirth subsided and Blake waved goodbye both girls felt as if their burdens were slightly lighter than they were before.

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Weiss wandered beacon's halls with no destination in mind, and a great deal to think about.

She had heard her father curse Taylor's name on many an occasion for inciting some terrorist act or another. In the Schnee household her name had been synonymous with the White Fang.

And now she didn't know what to think. She had pulled up old news reports and even a police report by pulling a few strings. All of it seemed to confirm Taylor's story. She wasn't, and never had been, a member of the White Fang.

But Blake had been. Her teammate had admitted to committing crimes as part of the White Fang. She swore she had left the group because they had become too violent, too cruel. Blake seemed to feel genuinely guilty for what she had done. But did that make it acceptable for her to get away with her crimes?

Weiss growled at the thought of any member of the White Fang not being punished to the full extent of the law.

Still, Blake had not just run and hid in some backwater town. She had instead signed up to become a huntress. She had signed up to put her life on the line protecting the kingdoms! Was it her form of penance? Was it just a job for which she possessed the required skills? Was it some sort of deterrent to her former compatriots in case they wanted revenge?

With a hiss of frustration Weiss spun on her heel and began to pace.

Her options were limited. She could not leave Beacon. To do so for any reason would be a disgrace. That kind of stain on her records would make it extremely difficult to get into one of the other hunter academies, or to re-enter Beacon at a later date. An apprenticeship under a qualified huntsman was possible, but exceedingly difficult to obtain. Leaving Beacon would not impress any prospective instructors. So, leaving Beacon to get away from the two was not an acceptable option… It also would feel a great deal like running, something that she could not stand the thought of.

Shaking her head as if to clear it Weiss tried to approach the problem from a different angle.

Taylor was not guilty of anything, but Blake had admitted to being a terrorist. Could she be thrown out of Beacon, arrested? Oddly enough, that idea also felt like running. Blake had never wronged her, and… And if it was so easy for Weiss to be led to believe that Taylor was a cold-blooded killer who incited violence… How easy would it be to paint the same girl as a hero who fought for a cause, someone to be emulated, instead of hated?

Weiss hated thinking this way. It went against everything she knew. It went against her very upbringing! But she had been taught to think things through from all angles. True the lessons were meant to be applied to business and politics, but they were serving her well in this too. Except that so far rather than make things simpler they had only made them more complicated and confusing.

Getting Blake removed from Beacon was her first instinct… But after being so utterly wrong about Taylor, who just yesterday she was ready to declare had no business being a student at Beacon… What if she was wrong again, and all her actions did was hurt Blake? Did the girl really deserve to have her best chance to do something positive with her life taken from her?

What would happen if she did get Blake thrown out or arrested? There would be an empty space on the team… Which Taylor would then fill.

Weiss winced at the very idea. After today, awkward and tense would be putting things mildly. Ruby and Yang would, probably, not be happy with her either if she was responsible for anything bad happening to Blake. She would be alone, again. Even on a team with three other girls she would be all alone.

No! That was unacceptable! She was tired of being alone!

Unbidden Weiss's mind went back to Taylor and Blake. She wondered if maybe they were lonely too?

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Ruby idly poked a strawberry back and forth across the plate in front of her. She had ditched Yang for some time alone to think. That had not been easy, Yang hadn't wanted to let Ruby out of her sight. But Ruby didn't need mothering right now, she also did not want it. She needed to figure out how to bring her team together.

Dropping the berry and her head Ruby let her mind wander.

Maybe a game of truth or dare? That would-be team bonding, right? Right! … Until Weiss asked Blake how many dust shipments she had stolen… Or Blake dared Weiss to kiss a faunus.

The image of a fuming Weiss kissing a smirking Blake just to shut her up, and leaving both girls blushing drew a small snort from Ruby.

It would be pretty romantic, it would certainly solve at least some of her problems… Maybe as a last resort. though she would need Yang's help to pull it off. Hmm it would need a catchy name… Monochrome? Maybe but what was the word for the black and white cats where the white is all over their chest, like a furry little tuxedo? A quick scroll search proved the answer to be Felix…. that sounded stupid … Snow leopard! Yeah, that worked.

Buuuut its still wasn't a very good plan for fixing the team, mostly because it probably wouldn't work. Ruby didn't even know if either of her teammates liked girls. Ruby deflated further resting her head on the table. Oh well, it was a stupid plan anyway.

Unbidden Ruby's mind turned to a different topic. One she might hopefully make more headway on.

Taylor had killed someone.

Most of the time the girl seemed shy and nervous, but the second someone started pushing at her she pushed back, hard. She'd given Weiss three strikes. In Ozpin's office, she had snubbed Weiss, in combat class she'd beaten Weiss and made it look easy. When Weiss called her a killer? Taylor knocked Weiss unconscious and duct taped her to a chair.

Taylor had killed someone. Yes, it was in self-defense, and yes the person she killed was a mass murderer! So why did the idea of Taylor killing still feel wrong? Why did Ruby still feel like she should be saying there had to be some other way?

And the girl Taylor killed was a huntress trainee! Were there others like that? Maybe even full-fledged hunters? Would she ever have to do the same thing Taylor had?

That was a bad thought for Ruby. Beating up bad guys and throwing them in jail? All over that. Killing enough grimm to fill all of Beacon? Where's the ammo? But to actively try and kill someone?

For the first time in a long time Ruby wondered if she had what it took to be a huntress. And for what felt like the hundredth time in less than twenty-four hours she wondered if she could actually lead her team.

"Problems, miss Rose?"

"Professor Ozpin!" Ruby sat straight up. "No! No problems here! No sir!" Ozpin simply arched a single eyebrow as he stood across from the young girl. It only took a moment for her to slump. "Well, maybe a few." Nodding the professor took the seat across from the young girl.

"Perhaps I can be of assistance?"

"I, maybe? I'm just-" she sighed. "I don't know if I'm ready to be here, or lead a team." Ruby's voice was small and vulnerable.

"I see, and what brought this on?"

"Taylor, and my teammates… Weiss was, is, angry. First at Taylor, then Blake and Taylor, now maybe just at Blake. I don't know if I can actually lead them… And Taylor! She, she had to, to kill someone. If she had to, t-then maybe I'll have to-" Ruby choked on the word not able to get it out, not wanting to admit out loud she might one day have to kill someone. A small irrational part of her mind telling her as long as she did not admit it, it would not be real. "She seems so normal, but she…" Ruby shakes her head in a futile attempt to clear it, or at least restore some kind of equilibrium.

Ozpin favored the young girl with a sad smile.

"Tell me, miss Rose, how do you keep someone with super strength, speed, or the ability to teleport, or any number of other abilities, in jail?"

Ruby's nose scrunched up at the seeming non-sequitur. Before understanding started to dawn on her. "You, can't. Or at least not all of them… Not the same way. You'd need different security for everyone."

Professor Ozpin only nodded. "It is extremely difficult, verging on impossible, to keep trained huntsmen and huntresses locked up, especially in groups. It is done, but infrequently. Often times small slip ups earn the hunter a harsh warning and some sort of sanction. Hunters who become unstable though, such as the woman miss Chouette encountered, are almost always, put down."

"You mean killed." Ruby muttered staring desolately at her plate.

"Yes. There is little else we can do in such cases. It is not often necessary, but when it does happen we act as quickly as possible, before the public catches wind of it. Miss Chouette's case is one of the few instances where news of a rogue huntress made it to the public. It incites panic which draws the grimm. In the following three months grimm activity increased by five percent around Vacua. And the girl responsible was only a trainee." Ozpin lectured before adopting a lighter more reassuring tone.

"Miss Rose, incidents like that are extremely rare, and they are only handled by the most experienced huntsmen and huntresses. You are a more than a decade away from even being considered for such a mission. And even then, you would likely be able to refuse it."

Ruby nodded somewhat calmer, though still worried about the possibility.

"As for your team and your abilities as a leader. It has only been two days. Give your teammates, and yourself, time to adjust to your new situation and roles. The only other advice I can offer is that as a leader you must strive to hold yourself to a higher standard. It encourages your team to be the best they can be, and it inspires confidence in yourself. Your team needs to know that you are working hard, not just for your benefit, but for theirs as well."

Ruby took her time to digest that bit of advice before slowly nodding. And for the first time all night the beginnings of an actual plan started to take shape in her mind.

"Thank you, professor. I, I think I need to go find my team." Ozpin favored Ruby with a small understanding smile.

"Of course, miss Rose."

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Yang was the last to arrive at the dorm room. She had been working out her anger and confusion the way she normally did, with a punching bag.

The exercise had left her sweaty and had taken the edge of her emotions, but there was still a lot going on that she had difficulty with. Things had just gotten so, complicated. It was a lot to process. The text from Ruby saying they were having a mandatory team meeting in the dorm had been a surprise. She loved her little sister but hadn't been expecting Ruby to tackle the tension in the team head on like this. She was also not sure if she expected this to fix things, or backfire spectacularly… Ruby was not the best with people after all.

The scene in the room was… Honestly not what Yang had expected. Blake and Weiss sat on their respective beds at opposite ends of the room… But Blake wasn't wearing the aloof, 'you are the dirt beneath my feet' look she had sported earlier as part of her cold shoulder treatment. Instead the faunus looked tired.

Weiss still looked angry, but she wasn't glaring at anyone either. She also seemed, nervous? She kept fidgeting which was completely at odds with how she had sat in class.

Ruby was pacing back and forth in front of the door. "Yang, take a seat." It was not the tone Yang was used to hearing from her baby sister. It was an order, and Ruby seemed to expect her to follow it. More bemused than anything else Yang listened and sat cross legged in the middle of her bed next to Blake's. Ruby paced the length of the room a few more times before coming to a stop and facing them.

"OK… This has been, not a great few days." Ruby began letting more emotion into her voice. "I, I learned a lot today though. I learned that sometimes Hunters have to kill other Hunters, because it's almost impossible to keep us locked up if we go crazy, and because we can't let the civilians lose faith in us. Because if they do, they get scared and that, that draws in the grimm." Ruby let out a long shaky breath. Her voice had cracked once or twice during her explanation.

Everyone digested that information in silence.

"Professor Ozpin explained that to me just before I called the meeting. He also said we needed time to adjust to, everything. And that if I'm going to be a leader I have to always try and be at my best." Ruby sighed and rubbed at her eyes.

"Well, I got into beacon two years early. I'm missing two years of classroom lectures. Blake, I'm not even sure you've been in a classroom?" The faunus shook her head in the negative. "Weiss, have you ever been out in the field?"

"... Not before initiation, no." She looked embarrassed.

"I've got two years of classroom lectures up on Blake, and I've got a fair amount of field experience against grimm under my belt. So, I'm somewhere in the middle of you two. Out of all of us Yang has the most well rounded training." Yang preened slightly at that.

"We all have things we need to learn to succeed here. And I'll bet between the four of us we know most of it already." Weiss and Blake looked confused, but Yang was starting to grin madly. Her baby sister might just be onto something.

"Weiss, you have a week to find or create a comprehensive test on the academic essentials. Blake, you have the same amount of time to set up a test on things like map reading and wilderness survival. Yang," the blonde boxer looked up wondering what job her sister had in mind for her. "Personalized workouts based around our builds and fighting styles. The one you made up for me has worked wonders, and I want to make sure we are all at our best." Yang nodded happily. She knew her fitness and she could definitely help the team that way.

"Once that's done we start teaching each other." Weiss and Blake both tried to protest but Ruby just talked over them. "We are a team! That means we have to trust each other. So, all four of us are going to work together, to do our class assignments, to catch each other up on what we don't know, to get in shape, and to deal with any issues." Ruby glared at the two before dropping it for a concerned look.

"I'm still trying to learn how to be a team leader." She admitted. "But it won't matter if I become the best leader ever, if I don't have a team to lead. I need you, we all need each other. We have to make this work. Can, can you at least try?"

Yang and Ruby seemed to hold their breath as Blake and Weiss shared a cautious glance then slowly looked back to their leader before nodding hesitantly. The sisters let out shared sighs.

"Oh, thank Oum. I didn't know what I was going to do if that didn't work!" Ruby moaned before flopping face first into her bed. Yang only just caught the slight twitch of Blake's lips, and Weiss's tiny amused snort. Yang actually laughed lightly; both at her sister, and her teammates. Maybe, just maybe, this would work out after all.

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More than a hundred rounds, and a long walk around the campus later Taylor finally re-entered the dorm room she shared with team JNPR. She wasn't avoiding her roommates, really, she wasn't! She was just... Giving them time to adjust to the new information. She would electrocute anyone who said otherwise.

She slipped the door open the bare minimum to slip inside and kept her head down only glancing up out of the corner of her eye as she entered. Ultimately the attempt at a subtle entrance was pointless as team JNPR had zeroed in on her as soon as the door opened. Taylor cringed at the attention.

Ren and Nora displayed impressively impassive masks. Phyrra showed a great deal of concern, and Jaune fidgeted awkwardly. For a moment no one moved or spoke than Nora stood and moved towards Taylor with purposeful steps. Taylor expecting the worst cringed and looked away from the girl. She then immediately squeaked in surprise as Nora swept her up into a hug.

"It's OK." The orange haired girl said, her voice uncharacteristically firm and serious. "This doesn't change anything."

Taylor snorted a in a mix of amusement and relief. "Liar, it made you serious, if that's not a change nothing is." The sarcastic quality of the words was lost as her voice almost broke from relief. Nora pulled back to give Taylor a stunningly bright grin. "Thank you." Taylor said sincerely. The others simply nodded to show their support and the room descended into companionable silence.

It was everything Taylor could have hoped for. It was a relief. Right then and there she decided that these were people she wanted to know, wanted to keep close. They had her back, and she fully intended to have theirs if and when they needed her.

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Breakfast was as it had been the day before; Ren silent and methodical as he ate, Nora chattering bubbly away as she devoured her meal, Pyrrha and Jaune quietly discussing class as they picked at their food. Taylor watched it all, smiling over a cup of black tea, reveling in the feeling of being accepted.

That feeling of serenity shattered into hundreds of tiny pieces when the members of team RWBY took the seats around her and her temporary team, especially because Weiss had decided to sit directly across from her. Taylor's scowl made her opinion perfectly apparent to everyone, and had JNPR sitting stiffly, waiting to see how things played out.

"I'm sorry." Weiss said, miserably, her head bowed. "My father, he uses your name interchangeably with the White Fang… I, listened to him, and didn't even think to check my facts. I'm sorry for what I said, and how I've been acting towards you."

Taylor's mouth hung slightly open and her eyes were wide as she tried to process just what kind of parallel universe she may have slipped into. Ruby fairly beamed with happiness and pride for her partner.

"I, um wow. I just, wasn't expecting that. Umm, apology accepted, I guess." She said looking thoroughly out of her depth.

Weiss gave a firm nod before focusing on her breakfast to the exclusion of anything else.

Ruby's squeal of delight was followed by her glomping Weiss and babbling about being proud of her. The young leader still had to worry about the relationship between Blake and Weiss, but this was a good start after yesterday.

Weiss spluttered for a moment before shoving Ruby off. Ruby not put out in the slightest shifted focus to Taylor, a wide grin on the young leader's face.

"What's your farthest Grim kill shot?" Taylor's grin slowly grew to match the young leader's.

"Mile and a quarter." She said radiating smug. "You?" Ruby's jaw dropped open just a little before she wined lowly.

"Four fifths of a mile." She pouted. "How did you manage a shot that far?" Several of the other teens were paying attention too now. Taylor grinned cheekily.

"Because Thunder is a sniper rifle, and only a sniper rifle."

"Wait, no mechashift?!" Ruby shouted sounding aghast.

"Mmhmm. Well, that and .408 rounds are made almost exclusively for sniping whereas .50 cal is more likely to come out of a machine gun, so the rounds I'm using are held to higher quality control standards." Ruby gaped before shaking her head.

"Ok, I knew about the differences in the ammo, but I use the recoil from the .50 cal rounds to boost my speed. A smaller round wouldn't work as well for that, but what does the mechashift have to do with anything?" Ruby pouted.

"Ahh, well the mecha shift itself, not a lot. The issue is that because it's also a melee weapon you spend a lot of time swinging it around and slamming it into things. No matter how well made it's always going to cause something to come a bit loose. That's fine if you're some machine gunner hosing things down at a couple hundred yards, but for those long shots? Every little bit counts. Though I'd bet you can eek out a full mile if you tuned everything and didn't swing it around before making the shot." The feathered girl advised kindly. Ruby was now thoroughly pouting as she nibbled at a strawberry. Pyrrha hummed thoughtfully before asking her own question.

"Does that mean your only weapon for close combat is your knife? That doesn't seem like enough."

"I can personally assure you that it is plenty." Weiss deadpanned. Taylor, Yang, and Nora chuckled a little at that.

"My knife, and my semblance. I don't want to carry less ammo for Thunder, and a second gun would mean carrying at least double the ammo, or making do with less ammo for sniping. I've thought about making a second knife, or maybe even a short sword to use with my knife, but I've never been able to decide quite what I want." Taylor admitted with a shrug.

Ruby stared at the feathered teen before pulling out a pad and pen to start sketching while mumbling to herself as she worked.

"Oh, oh! Ooooor you could use a Grimm to carry all the ammo you could ever want! We could get you an Ursa, and make it saddlebags! And a saddle! Then you could ride it!"

Taylor just blinked. "Why the hell didn't I think of that." She said, frowning.

"It would slow you down though. Ursa aren't exactly known for being distance runners." Blake reminded.

"Yeah but think how much ammo one could carry. It'd be like a walking armory! Maybe even enough for two teams!" Taylor hummed thoughtfully. "If my range was better it might make for a decent suicide bomber against hordes too."

"Have you considered using a different kind of dust? I know lightning dust is hard to control for distance attacks. It's why I mostly stick to ice and fire dust." Weiss asked. Taylor nodded thoughtfully.

"Lightning dust, makes me feel safe." She hedged. "It's saved me more than once. Honestly, I never really tried to branch out. Though I guess it couldn't hurt to try using other types."

From there the conversation moved on to classes and the group of teens truly began to relax around each other. Blake and Weiss kept their distance from each other, but Ruby's request that they make an effort hung over both. For now, at least they could be civil while they evaluated each other. Taylor still wasn't sold on being friendly with Weiss, but figured the apology earned her a second chance.

"Hey, Taylor, umm?" Ruby fidgeted looking a bit nervous about whatever she was going to say.

Taylor had to fight hard not to give in to the sinking sensation in her stomach as she wondered if Ruby was going to turn on her now. She had seemed alright before, but maybe she was just putting on a brave front? She was after all the youngest in the group. It made sense Ruby would have the most trouble accepting that Taylor had killed someone. "Yes, Ruby?" She asked, trying not to let her rising fear into her voice.

"I umm, I've only met a few people who, you know, aren't named for colors." Instantly all the tension bled out of Taylor and a bemused, if exasperated look slid onto her face.

"So, you're wondering where my name comes from then?"

"Yes?" Taylor gave a fond sigh followed by a light chuckle.

"My Mom never really liked painting or drawing. She appreciated it, but she always said the only art that moved her was the written word. She taught literature, she loved the classics, the old dramas and romances. She studied the novels from before the war as much as she could. Always digging through old shelters and refugee tunnels, always hitting estate sales and rummage sales looking for lost works." Taylor smiled fondly lost in old memories.

"She would do her best to restore them, copy them so that they would still be there for future generations. Letting those stories die, even the ones she hated, was unthinkable. About a year before I was born she stumbled across a story that was written right before the war kicked off. Right before they started burning the books and the paintings. She thinks most copies were destroyed before they could be sold, it's a miracle the one she found survived at all, though the cover was badly damaged and she never found the title or author of the book. She worked on copying it all through her pregnancy, and she fell in love with the story and its characters."

"What was it about?" Blake cut it. As a book lover Taylor's story was really catching her interest.

Taylor smiled wryly. "It's about a world where semblances exist, but the Grimm don't. Not like we know them. Humanity has spread across the whole map, there are hundreds of cities and billions of people." The idea of so many people, of a world without Grimm gets smiles from everyone.

"But it's not perfect." Taylor continued on not wanting them to get the wrong idea. "Instead people use their semblances to stop or commit crimes. Sometimes whole cities are practically controlled by gangs. There was even mentions of a small country ruled by just one person with a really powerful semblance." Taylor's words destroyed the idyllic image the others had been developing. "There are also three monsters. Creatures with powers of their own and seemingly impossible to kill that can destroy whole cities and sink islands. The governments are ineffective and there are people all over manipulating things to suit themselves. It's a mess of a world that's slowly falling apart, with a few people trying to cover up the cracks."

That brought the mood right back down.

"That doesn't seem like a very nice story." Ruby mumbled.

"Yeah, it sounds really dark." Jaune agreed. Taylor only shrugged. The two weren't wrong, but the story was all about the darker sides of humanity, about how even against things that threaten humanity like the 'Endbringers', or the endless Grimm they represented, humanity could not put aside their differences to fight a common enemy. Or at least not for very long. The message might not be pleasant, but that did not make it any less accurate.

"The main character is this fifteen year old, idealistic girl named Taylor. She dreams of being a hero. She gets sucked into things way over her head and has to fight her way out. She grows from this awkward, naive girl with no confidence into a level headed tactician, a vicious fighter, and a real survivor. Mom wanted me to be strong, just like the Taylor from the story."

Taylor smiled warmly down at her tray, lost in memories of happier times when her mother was still alive.

Blake hummed thoughtfully. "I'd love to read it sometime. It sounds like an excellent book."

Taylor smiled warmly back. "I don't think it ever made it into reprint, but there is a website my Mom and some of her colleagues set up for it, and all their other finds on the net. I'll send you a link."

Before conversation could shift to another topic Phyrra pointed out the time and the group choked down the last of their breakfasts before heading off to class.
 
I Remember
AN: This one I absolutely love. I am also a terrible choice to genuinely develop it. Worm fic. Basic premise is what if Amy was old enough to remember some of her life before New Wave "adopted" her. So much potential just leeks off of this one, but I am in no way equipped to write the legal battle for her custody. I don't think anything would be gained by writing this fic full out to the scion fight which is a big part of why I gave Amy an in theme alt power. No the whole story here is about Amy trying to make life for herself outside of New Waves control. Honestly don't know where to take it so if anyone does have any ideas? This fic deserves a writer who can do it justice. talk to me folks I'd love to see someone adopt some of these.

The blonde girl smiled brightly at me like nothing in the world was wrong, but I knew better. Her Mommy and Daddy had hurt my Daddy. They took him away from me. She was just like them.

I kicked her in the shin as hard as I could.

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Victoria; she insisted I call her Vicky so of course I called her Victoria, was being praised by the horrible woman that tried to make me call her Mom for some stupid crayon drawing. Never mind that my drawing was easily five times better. Not that I wanted her to even look at mine. Who cared what she thought. Besides she'd probably try to take it away like she took Daddy.

With a huff I stomped away from them. They were both stupid anyway.

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Mrs. Dallon, not mom, never mom, was watching me again. She always watched me when she wasn't praising Victoria or working. Stupid creepy woman, always acting like she thought I would do something wrong.

I glared at her after a minute. She glared back. I huffed giving up on the glaring match and marched off to my room.

Somedays I wondered why I even left it. Sure, there wasn't a tv, but I had books there, and she never came into my room. Sometimes Victoria did, but if I ignored her long enough she would leave eventually too.

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My name is not Amy Dallon! I don't know why they all call me Amy, but that isn't my name! My name is Amelia Claire Lavere! But they lied to the teacher about my name, and now the teacher thinks I'm a troublemaker because I corrected her!

I threw my backpack into my closet and slammed the door to my room. Mrs. Dallon shouted something, but I didn't care.

I threw myself onto the bed grumbling and just tried to ignore everything about the stupid room and the stupid house that just kept reminding me this wasn't my home, and this wasn't my family.

The door creaked open a little and Victoria stuck her head in looking nervous.

"Hey, Ames." I threw myself out of the bed and onto my feet and screamed at her.

"That's not my name!" I stormed towards the door and Victoria stumbled backwards the door swinging open wider as she did. "My name is Amelia Claire Lavere! Not Amy Dallon, and not Ames! You people took away my home!" I was at the doorway. "You took away my Daddy!" I had Victoria backed up against the hallway wall. She was trying to say something and had her arms up in surrender, but I was well past listening. "I'm not letting you take away my name!"

I turned and stormed back into my room slamming the door behind me and locking it.

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The other kids kept circling around with eager eyes and fake friendship. Oh so very interested in my 'parents,' the super heroes. Victoria soaked up the attention. She loved bragging about her family.

I glared at them all, firmly stated for the whole class to hear that I was adopted and wanted to go back to the orphanage, then I stormed off.

Sure, I had never even been to an orphanage, but that didn't change the fact that I would rather be in one than stay with the Dallons. Still if nothing else I kept my mouth shut about Daddy being a villain. If the heroes were willing to attack us in our home I had no doubt villains would do worse. That much at least I could believe Carol was right about.

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I managed to slip away to use one of the library computers during lunch and looked up my Dad's cape life. It was worse than I expected it to be. He hurt people, killed people, he even tortured some people. Despite all that he could have been worse. He didn't hurt woman. He didn't hurt children. My Dad had been a villain… but he hadn't been evil. Not like some cartoon villain or the Endbringers.

He had just been a wildly successful criminal with superpowers, and a moral code.

I wasn't happy that he had done all those horrible things. But I couldn't hate him for it. I also couldn't understand why Carol hated him for it. Yeah, she was a 'hero' and he was a 'villain' but this went farther than that. Worse I couldn't understand why she hated me for it.

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A knock at the door pulled me away from my homework. Grumbling lightly, I opened the door to find, who else, Victoria. As if anyone else in this house would ever go out of their way to talk to me. Why the hell they refused to send me to an orphanage I would never know.

"Hey, Amelia." Victoria said. At least she remembered to use my real name this time. She would only call me Amy outside of the house, and half the time she forgot here at 'home'.

"What do you want, Vicky?" Somewhere along the line I'd decided I could reward her for using my real name by humoring her about her preferred nickname. She fidgeted a bit awkwardly in the doorway.

"Look, Amelia, I know, I know Mom is a bitch when it comes to you, and we both know that Dad just…" she trailed off and I could only grimace and nod. As much as I hated Carol for what she had done to Dad if she wasn't such a bitch all the time… I don't know. I'd still have hated her, but maybe not as much. Mark on the other hand at least tried to do right by me when he could be bothered to drag himself out of bed in the morning. Rare as that might be. It was hard to hate a guy who seemed to have trouble caring about living.

"But I'm not Mom and Dad." Vicky plowed on with a shake of her head. "I just, can't we at least get along?" She pleaded.

The initial response of, 'when hell freezes over' was on the tip of my tongue when I swallowed it back down and thought about it. I hated Carol for what she had done and continued to do. I really did not like Mark for what he had done. Vicky hadn't done any of that. But she was Carol's daughter, she was the perfect little princes of the wicked witch. I wanted to hate her. We didn't even have anything in common. She liked stupid cartoons and reality t.v.. I liked fantasy novels and hard rock music.

I closed my eyes and took a deep breath. If I just hated her because she was related to Carol, well wasn't that basically Carol's problem with me? That, no that just wasn't an option. I blew out a long breath and rubbed at my forehead. I could just tell that I would regret this.

"Fine. Fine! It's not fair to hate you just because you're their kid." Vicky started to perk up at that, but I pinned her with a glare. "But we don't exactly have anything in common, and I still hate your Mom, and kind of hate your Dad." I grimaced. And Vicky drooped a little.

"Why do you hate them though? I mean yeah, I get that Mom is always weird and cold with you, but I don't get why? And why do you hate Dad? He's never like that."

"I, you don't know?"

"Know what?"

"I, they didn't adopt me Vicky, they broke into my Dad's home, got him sent to the Birdcage and kidnapped me in the process. I mean they probably sorted out the paperwork later, but really for however long that took them I was basically kidnapped. And they're still pulling some kind of legal bullshit because in the entire time I've lived here I've never even seen a social worker so they're totally braking some kind of law. Or Carol is using some kind of favors or bribes to get around them, no idea how she's managing that with all the attention she gets as an unmasked cape but-"

"That's not true!" Vicky shouted, interrupting me. "New Wave are heroes! They wouldn't just break the law like that!" I gave her my best skeptical condescending look.

"Vicky, they broke into our home, without a warrant. I know because if they had a warrant they would have come with the Protectorate, but they didn't. That's breaking and entering right there. Then they took me home with them. Without telling the police that they had found me. I know that for a fact because heroes or not the police wouldn't just let them take some kid home with them. Especially since at the time they weren't unmasked so the police wouldn't even have known where to go to check up on me. So, from that night until whenever they got the adoption paperwork filed that was kidnapping." I might not have known much about the finer points of the law but living with Carol I'd picked up at least the basics. It also didn't hurt that I had had literal years to stew on this crap.

"But, but they saved you from a villain!" Victoria shouted looking fairly panicked at this point. And there she went shooting her mouth off and reminding me why this was a bad idea.

"They didn't rescue me from anyone! They ripped me away from my Dad! I loved him! And he loved me! And we were happy, damn it!" I shouted.

"But he was a Villain! And you said they sent him to the Birdcage, they only send the worst Villains to the Birdcage!" Victoria shouted back

"He was the least evil Villain in the entire city!" I screamed. "There were Nazi's, and the Teath, and my Dad, and he was better than either of them! He didn't hurt kids, he didn't hurt women, and he fought off the entire Slaughterhouse Nine on his own! He was amazing, and better than the gangs we have now that he's gone! Face it, your parents aren't heroes! They break the law when it suits them and ripped apart a happy family just to make the city even worse!"

I slammed the door in her face and locked it before she could respond. Carol would be banging on my door any minute now to tell me off for shouting in the house, but I wasn't willing to listen now. I pulled on my headphones and cranked up my music.

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I didn't want to be here. Honestly basketball always seemed stupid. But Carol had made an executive decision that the whole family was going to go and watch Vicky because the game was important to her. So here I sat, headphones cranked near the max to drown out the noise of the crowd, pretending to pay attention to the game. I mean I was paying attention to the players at least, because those were some seriously nice legs out there. But I couldn't care less about who was winning or losing.

At least the game was almost over, finally.

I eyed the timer as it spun down and checked the score. After all I'd need to know if I was supposed to congratulate Vicky or offer sympathy.

Then Mark and Carol fainted, and Victoria was flying, and wow she just shattered the backboard.

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I waved goodbye to Vicky and headed back up to my room. If Vicky wasn't going to be around then I wasn't about to put up with Carol. Halfway up the stairs I ground to a halt. I might not have hated Victoria… but that didn't mean that she and I usually got along. Even when we were getting along hanging out with her was never enough to make me put up with Carol before.

Right there on the stairs my legs almost gave out. For the past two days I had acted like Victoria and I were friends. I'd caught myself staring at her legs a couple of times. And yeah, they were nice legs, but the package deal they came with were sooo not worth it. So why the hell had I…

Powers. Whenever things didn't add up the answer was always powers. Some aspect of her powers made people like her. Despite the warm weather a chill ran down my spine and settled in my stomach like a ball of ice. I had been forced to live with the Dallons for years but I'd never liked them. My mind, my opinions were my only sanctuary. And now even that, even my mind wasn't, I couldn't, that wasn't.

My whole world seemed to narrow down to the patch of carpet at my feet and my panicked breathing.

[DESTINATION]

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I was sprawled out on my bed one hand held up above my face a thin ribbon of crimson blood flowing over and around my fingers. Blood control, and the ability to generate more on the fly. Given how fast my nose had stopped bleeding after I passed out and cracked it on the floor, it was a good bet that I had at least some low level regen going on too. Considering Dad's power, it made plenty of sense to me. Flexing my fingers, the ribbon of blood turned into crimson claws, an experimental scratch at the head board proved them to be razor sharp.

This was good. I could use this. Not as part of New Wave. Never that. But it did give me options. Villainy could be fun. Rub Carol's face in that fact that I was just like Dad. Or I could do the smart thing and join the Wards… that wouldn't be too bad I suppose. Might be enough to get me away from Carol finally at any rate. A flick of my wrist sent the blood I'd been playing with sailing out my window. I'd figure it out in the morning. Right now, I needed to sleep.
 
My X and I
AN: *glares at the chapter* This one is a Worm x Teen Titans fic taking place in the teen titans universe. Unlike the exterminator I am not happy with this one. It's got that same problem of jamming loads of set up and backstory into the opening chapter at the expense of everything else. It's a shipping fic which is not my genre. Taylor ended up out of character.... the only bit I'm really happy with in this one is the idea of Red X meeting Taylor in a tweaked Skitter costume and deciding this is a girl he really needs to get to know. I want to rip the damn thing apart and rewrite it. For clarity this Red X was never Robin which is another aspect I would change if I ever rewrote it.

I slipped through the shadows of Jump city, silently lurking just out of sight. My costume had taken a long time to get to where I was satisfied with it, and had come out creepier than I had intended, but I could live with being creepy. Considering my power, I didn't really have a choice. In the end I'd decided to just own it rather than spending months trying to redesign my costume.

At its base I was wearing a spider silk body stocking made by black widows. I'd gone to the trouble of adding a bit of chitin armor to my knuckles, and the back of my hands for a bit of extra damage when fighting. The stocking on its own was knife proof. I was very happy to be knife proof, but I had wanted more than that.

It had been a bit of a debate between flexibility, weight, and armor. In the end the difference between spider silk and Kevlar meant I could make a bullet resistant vest that was only a third as thick, but at least twice as strong, for maybe half the weight. I had further reinforced the vest with armor panels made from chemically treated overlapping layers of spider silk and chitin. Those panels only covered my upper torso and back, protecting my heart lungs and spine. They may, may, have also suggested that I was a B cup instead of an A. But that was completely secondary to the real purpose of keeping me alive!

I wasn't really happy about leaving my slightly less vital organs less protected. Unfortunately armoring my entire torso would have really cut into my flexibility. Still, even without the armor panels I was fairly certain it would take something very high powered, or armor piercing, to get through my vest.

The vest was as the name suggested, an actual vest, and not built into the body stocking. The armor panels ended up black, and the rest of the vest was a dark grey from the chemical treatment. It complemented the light grey of the body stocking nicely. If I got shot, and how I really hoped I wouldn't be, I wanted to be able to replace the vest without having to start a whole new costume from scratch. I actually had a completed backup made already, and was partway into a third.

While the body stocking might preserve my modesty, I had still felt more exposed than I liked in it, even with the vest. So, I had added a short silk skirt. The skirt wasn't actually attached to the body stocking. Instead I attached it to the inside of the utility belt I had thrown together with a mixture of silk, pouches, and an old safety belt buckle painted black. It was enough to make me feel more comfortable in my costume, and frankly I thought it made the whole thing look better. I mean, it was all in shades of grey and black so it wouldn't ever be cute, thank God, but between the slight emphasis of my chest by the armor, and the skirt, it was very clearly feminine. It had an edgy appeal to it that made me feel… powerful, attractive, confident. When I slipped into my costume I felt a bit like I was someone else. And wasn't that kind of the point?

My attempts at making boots from silk and chitin were best not talked about. Ever. Luckily black combat boots went with almost any superhero outfit.

That really only left one thing. My mask. Only, it wasn't exactly a mask anymore. I had wanted to let my hair rest normally but it just wasn't worth leaving the entire back of my head exposed. I had eventually settled on a helmet shaped to my head made out of my Kevlar substitute and an outer layer of chitin. I'd left myself with a small hole in the back through which I could feed my hair in a ponytail. The difference in hairstyle would hopefully help protect my identity. The mask portion was mostly silk, but for the eye holes covered by a pair of heavy duty, yellow, diving goggles, and a set of stylized mandibles made from chitin running along my jawline.

I had batted around a lot of names. Ant, Mantis, Hornet, Wasp, Swarm, before finally settling on Weaver. It wasn't a great name. But I was hopeful that once I was established I could find a way to get funding for a spider silk farm and sell costumes to other heroes. Maybe the police or military too. Though that would require an obscene quantity. Maybe just for spec ops? Though that was probably still thousands of people all told and with the amount of action they must see even in peacetime it would likely keep me very busy.

I shook of vague thoughts about future endeavors in favor of paying attention to my surroundings. Or rather paying attention to the insects that were working hard to map out my surroundings.

There were plenty of people out and about for all that Jump city saw a lot of meta activity it never seemed to slow down the party scene. At least not towards the city center. The residential and industrial districts did tend to slow down after dark.

There were a few places in the residential district you didn't want to be caught out late at night. Those areas were mostly run by the local triad branch known as the Dragon's Blood. They were a pretty nasty group who dealt primarily in human trafficking, gun running, and prostitution. They were mostly made up off normals with a variety of guns. However, they had a meta working for them by the name of Lung who could change into a ten foot tall dragon thing. Wings, scales, fire, claws, tail, the works. The only oddity was he stayed bipedal, which was just weird and ruined the image.

The Dragons Blood may have been the biggest gang in town but they weren't the only one. There was also a Yakuza group who served as the American branch of the Inagawa-kai. They controlled a good portion of the docks. They were the big name in town for drugs, smuggling, loan sharks and illegal gambling. Though that was their illegal activities they also had a lot of legal deals involving real estate and the restaurant business. Again, they were mostly normals with guns, but they had their own muscle in the form of a teleporting ninja named Oni.

There was occasionally some tension between the two groups but most of that was racial or cultural. The fact that they were not really infringing on each other's primary markets led to a sort of informal truce. Most conflicts between the gangs boiled down to a few over eager grunts. And never seemed to escalate into anything bigger.

This early in my career it was best to avoid both groups. The Dragon's Blood wouldn't hesitate to kill me and I wasn't confident that bugs could deal with Lung. The Inagawa-kai were almost worse. Oh, they wouldn't hesitate to kill me if I made myself too much of a nuisance, but they excelled at keeping their image above board. Everyone knew they were criminals, but they were exceptionally hard to pin down. If they spun things right they could even get a warrant put out for my arrest. Any action against them had to be airtight or they would only weasel out of it.

So for now, I was playing it safe and avoiding both their areas like the plague. Instead I was flitting through a small patch that made the border between the residential and industrial district. The gangs avoided it, but it was home to a lot of car jackers, pickpockets, and other street crime. Perfect for someone just starting out.

My past few trips hadn't really turned up anything for me to stop. And going on hour three of traipsing through back allies this night seemed to be a bust as well.

With a sigh I leaned against an alley wall. Even with every insect in three blocks I just couldn't seem to find anything. Maybe I just wasn't cut out for the life of a crime fighter? I mean I ran to stay in shape but it wasn't like I really knew how to fight. And sure, I had powers but really bug control, was I just kidding myself? Maybe I should just go into the extermination business. Nice safe boring life as the weird woman who gets rid of bugs for a living. Yeah, lovely life plan that I've got there.

I don't even know what I'd been thinking coming out here like this. It's not like criminals were just going to fall out of the sky.

A burst of red light and a startled squawk directly above me had me looking up just in time to have someone in a black suit with red highlights crash into me as they fell out of the air. For a few seconds my brain was occupied with cataloguing some light bruises I had just acquired and trying to understand what the hell had just happened.

"Ahhh, crap. The teleporter still needs some serious calibration." The heavily synthesized male voice groaned from on top of me. "Oh, shit, you alright?!"

"Get off." I ground out.

"Sorry, sorry." He said scrambling off. "This was supposed to be the field test for my gear. Apparently the teleporter needs some fine tuning. I was supposed to end up at the mouth of the alley." With a sigh I accepted an offered hand and he pulled me back to my feet.

"It's fine I'm basically done for the night. Not like I was doing any good out here anyway." I said with a shrug before turning to leave. I only made it a few steps before the boy slid in front of me hands up in front of his chest.

"Hey, hold up what's with the defeatist talk? You look like you mean serious business in that get up."

"Yeah, great. My powers helped me make a great costume. Hooray. I can't even find a pickpocket to stop, never mind a real crime."

I took a step forward and to the right only for the boy to match with a step back and to the side. I finally took a moment to get a good look at him and his outfit. He was maybe a few inches taller than me and wore a black body suit that showed off some decent muscles. His gloves, belt, and cape were light grey and he his mask was a stylized, bone white, skull. A lopsided red x made of angled slash marks was proudly displayed on his chest and mask.

"A hero, really? With an outfit like that? I'd have guessed villain, or at least thief. Did you mean for it to come out looking so, femme fatale?"

I felt myself blush lightly under my helmet but did my best to seem unaffected. I rested a hand on my hip leaning it out a bit and tilted my head. I might not be used to this, but I wasn't antisocial Taylor Hebert right now. I was Weaver, edgy hero in a very flattering costume. I wasn't about to flub things with a guy who would actively pay me compliments.

"Well not at first maybe. But I'm just your fragile everyday human. I need all the protection I can get. I might not have expected my materials to come out such dark colors, but I decided to just own it rather than play around with dies." I swapped hips leaning the other way now. "Besides it's a good fit for my power." I let my voice take on a slightly teasing lilt.

"Oh, your powers? And what might those be?"

"Hmmm." I turned on the balls of my feet starting to walk the other way. "I don't know if I should tell you. After all, for all I know you may be an enemy." I smirked under my helmet as he once again slipped around in front of me this time leaning up against the alley wall with his shoulder.

"Well then, how about a trade? Tit for tat."

"Oh, why so interested, mystery man?"

"Oh, I've got a bit of a weakness for long legs and dark hair. I'd simply never forgive myself if I let such a lovely lady slip away without at least getting a name and number." I couldn't quite stop the small giggle that got out of me. This was really great. Now why did I have to go running around in costume to get this kind of reaction from the boys?

"Hmm tit for tat. Well I suppose that works. I'm Weaver, I'm hoping to be a hero, but so far, I haven't had much luck. Now what about you, mystery man?"

"Red-X, future thief extraordinaire!" He proclaimed with a dramatic bow.

"Oh, should you really be so happily declaring your intent to break the law to a future hero?"

"Well probably not, buuuut given the future hero hasn't tried to capture little old me just yet... I'm wondering if perhaps I stand a chance anyway?" I couldn't fight the smile off of my lips even if I had wanted to, and I was infinitely grateful for the helmet hiding my blush.

"I don't know, perhaps I could convince you to give up the life of crime?" I only half teased leaning forward a bit as I did so.

"Hmm. I don't know. That would be a terribly high order. After all a guys got to look out for number one. What about you? Any chance I could convince you to join me in my life of crime? The whole world your playground, and everything your heart desires yours for the taking?" I tapped thoughtfully at the edge of my mask.

"I must say, Red, you do make a convincing argument. Though I'm not quite sold on the idea…" I hummed thoughtfully. I really was enjoying this. And it's not like I'd made much progress as a hero… He did claim he only wanted to be a thief. That wasn't half as bad as being a villain. Still, the idea of stealing made my stomach squirm in uncomfortable ways. But I really didn't want to say goodbye when I was having such a good time…

"How about a bet then." I said leaning back. "You try playing the hero, and I'll try playing the thief, and we'll see which one is better together." Red-X gave a little jerk away from the wall. I assumed I'd caught him off guard with that one and tallied up a point for me.

"Hmm, well I suppose that would be fair." He hummed. "Does this mean I get the fair ladies' number?" With a chuckle I nodded my head.

"I suppose it does." I smiled.

The whole trip home felt like I was dancing on air. I had a date. A weird working date with a man in a mask, but it was a date. And it was mine, and he was interested in me. I couldn't wait.

AN: IF I ever do rewrite it I think it'll be with Taylor coming across two villains fighting and deciding since no civilians are in danger to just let them go at it because it's safer for her that way. The titans show up and do their thing. Think she's a villain, get corrected, ask why she wasn't stopping the fight, are unimpressed and basically tell her being a super hero isn't for everyone. Enter Red X who is smooth and charming and not dismissive. Then from there.... Danny is a dockworker and thus involved in shady shit. Gets a hit put out on him, dies, Tay kills the hitman in self defense. But the law takes a very dim view of meta's killing under any circumstances so either bolts out of paranoia, or someone (titan or LEO) tell her to run because she'll never get a fair trial. She runs to Red X. They act as moderating/corrupting influences on each other. She learns to enjoy heists and he gets pulled into playing the hero. And naturally they fall for one another. Such a better plan than this first draft.
 
Paranormal Parahumans
AN: A Worm Danny Phantom crossover. No entities. No Endbringers. Or at least not the unstoppable destruction beasts we are used too. Adjust the gangs so they are different enough to be interesting. Treat it like DC or Marvel. People get powers, how varies, no one has a good explanation. Move along, nothing to see here.

Danny is OP. For all that canon Tay is a memetic badass she just does not have the firepower to play on that level. Well not if he actually learned to fight smart. So, she needs to be on his level. Well she doesn't need to be, but lone ghost Tay sounds dull, and just adding Danny Phantom seems like a waste. So, no more lone wolf in misunderstood heroism. Then I need to turn down the halfa max power level so that I actually have a story instead of a rofl stomp.

So, some toned down bad asses, fit to be unleashed on a DC/Marvel style Wormverse. I think it'd make for a great light hearted worm fic ya know? Just ease off the pressure gage we got with canon and have fun with the setting for once.


"Danny, are you sure we should be down here?" Despite asking the question I wasn't actually complaining. Danny's parents might have been considered on the same level as Uber and Leet, but they were tinkers. Getting a chance to look around a tinker's lab wasn't something I'd pass up.

"Eh, it's fine. We had enough safety gear for everyone, and that's really all Dad and Mom care about. Well, that and we shouldn't touch most of this stuff, but it's ok to show you around." Danny answered with a shrug.

Self consciously I shifted the breathing mask a little and tried to ignore the fact that I was wearing some insane cross between hazmat suit and spandex. I could only imagine how much grief I would get from the bitches at school if they saw me in this get up. I glanced around the room and couldn't help smiling. At least I wasn't the only one. Sam Tucker and Danny all looked just as goofy. The scifi reject face masks didn't really help though I had to wonder why they left most of the head open if the outfits went to the trouble of covering everything else.

Sam's light hip check knocked me out of my thoughts and made me glance over. I couldn't see the lower half of her face thanks to her breathing mask, but we'd been friends for more than a year. I could recognize her comforting smile just from the eyes. I grinned back and shook off the depressing chain of thought. I didn't need Emma. I have new friends now. Whatever Emma's issue was, it wasn't my problem. I just needed to ignore her and get on with my life.

The lab was everything a cape geek could imagine and then some. Chemistry equipment, welding gear, soldering irons, piles of electronics components, wires, and lights. More impressive were the finished items resting almost haphazardly all over. Dozens of guns, and beakers full of glowing liquids stood out the most. Besides those there were lots of less recognizable and more normal items.

"This is really cool." I murmured looking around wide eyed.

"Yeah, I've been in here a few times, but it never really gets old." Tucker said as he looked over some custom electronics.

"I still don't see what's so interesting about it." Danny muttered from where he was leaning against a wall.

"That's because you're just too used to this, Danny. For the rest of us? This is the sort of thing that only exists on tv." Sam countered as she leaned in to inspect an oversized dream catcher.

"There's a glowing oil rig resting in the middle of the bay." Danny deadpanned.

"Which none of us have ever been too. This is real, and right here." I countered. Why was there a thermos down here? It certainly looked high tech, but what was the point of a tinker tech thermos?

Danny only shrugged that off. I didn't push, and neither did Sam or Tucker. Danny's parents were a sensitive topic even at the best of times.

It only took a few minutes for those of us still wowed by the novelty to converge on the room's apparent centerpiece.

"Dude," Tucker breathed out in awe. "your parents built a stargate?!"

Danny snorted and shook his head moving over to join us. "It's not a stargate. It's the Fenton Ghost Portal. Meant to enable travel to and from the Ghost Zone, the alternate dimension in which the lively deceased reside." Even through his breathing mask the sarcasm was thick enough to cut with a knife.

"That's insane." I shot Danny a look. "Even Haywire never got to the point of sending physical objects across dimensions, never mind people."

"Yeah, well, that's my parents for you. Nothing is too ambitious in the pursuit of ghosts." He shook his head. "Besides it doesn't work, or they haven't got it working yet, whichever." As a group we moved to look at the portal more closely. Staring into a massive mechanical tube was actually really impressive even if it didn't do work. All the hours of careful work that must have gone into it… It was really impressive.

There was a noise behind us. Just a quiet rattle of glass. Even as we turned to look the noise grew louder. There was a large glass beaker resting on one of the nearest tables glowing a sickly neon green, and it was shaking more and more violently by the second.

"Danny?" Sam asked cautiously as we all started to step backwards. Away from the chemicals… and into the portal.

"I don't know." Danny muttered. "It looks like ectoplasm, but they're always messing with that stuff in new ways, and a lot of them blow up." He admitted nervously.

"Crap." The word was barely out of my mouth before the inevitable happened and the beaker exploded. The shockwave knocked us backwards, fully into the portal. And then the whole world was toxic green and pain.

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Waking up strapped to a table was not something I'd expected when I got up this morning. My everything felt sore. I was tasting something that made me think of decay backed by lightning strikes, and I was nauseous enough for the whole room to feel like it was spinning.

"Jack we are not dissecting our son and his friends!" Mrs. Fenton's outraged shout grabbed my attention.

"I'm not saying we should!" Mr. Fenton hollered back. I couldn't see either of them. Behind me? "But you saw the security footage! They were in the portal when it was activated and now, they're all exhibiting ghost like abilities! Their systems are flooded with ectoplasm, and we don't know why. They could be possessed for all we know! We can't just let them run off like that!"

Oh God there was what in my system?! And what did he mean ghostly abilities?

"Maybe you're right…" Mrs. Fenton sighed. "We have no idea what kind of health repercussions this could have on them. It's not like things were pretty the last time something like this happened." This had happened before?! "Still though, Vlad turned out alright in the end. No matter what he says, glowing green zits may have looked disturbing, but they didn't seem to do any real damage."

"I swear to God if I have glowing green zits, I am going to break that stupid machine." It took me a second to realize that their conversation had trailed off and I'd actually said that out loud.

A few seconds and the sounds of footsteps later and the Fenton's were standing in front of me in all their jump suited glory. Even after a year and a half that still weirded me out.

"Oh, thank God. Taylor, you're the first to wake up. That's good. It's only been an hour. With any luck the others will be up soon. This is at least a good sign." Mrs. Fenton breathed out a sigh of relief before glancing to her left. Following her look, I could just make out Sam on the table next to me. I guess the boys were past her.

With a groan I let my head flop back against the table. Only I kept going through it. I squawked a little as I bounced off the floor. "What the hell just happened?!" I sat up and looked at Danny's parents.

Jack swiped something off of a nearby counter and started pointing it at me as he poked me in the shoulder. "Did you see that Maddie?! She phased right through the table, just like a ghost! I mean, I know she was floating earlier but this is incredible!"

"I was floating?!"

"It's why we had to strap you to the table, dear." Maddie said as she looked over Jack's shoulder. "This is fascinating. She's putting out enough ecto-energy to power just about anything in the lab, but it keeps fluctuating. Do you think the spikes are what's causing her to display ghost like abilities?"

"Like a ghostly pressure gage! Brilliant Maddie!"

"Would you guys please keep it down." Danny's voices sounded off. Standing on wobbly legs I looked over just in time to see him float up through his restraints before dropping about six inches back to his lab table with a small shout. "Ugh, what happened, I had the weirdest dream." He picked that moment to rub the last of the sleep from his eyes and look around the room. "... It wasn't a dream… Was it?"

I only managed to shake my head.

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"Dad, I'm fine, will you stop fussing." I pushed Dad off. It had almost been endearing at first, but it had been five minutes, and I was very much over that now.

"You are not fine." Dad countered. "You got blasted with some strange energy, are floating half a foot off of the ground, and when I tried to hug you, I went through you!" With a frown I managed to get back into my chair without dropping this time.

"Well I'm not in pain, and I'm pretty sure I'm not dying, so just calm down alright. Apparently, Panacea owes the Fenton's a favor. We just need to sit tight and wait for her to check us out."

Dad frowned. "I don't know, Taylor. I know she does a lot of good, but Marquise is a villain."

"Well it's her or let the Fenton's keep prodding us." I deadpanned. "I'll take my chances with the villain aligned healer, thanks."

Dad scowled, but that did seem to be the end of any arguments on his part. He wasn't very tuned into the cape scene. He paid enough attention to keep the gangs out of the Dockworkers association, but beyond that it didn't interest him much. Still, he was there for the barbecue when the hotdogs came alive. He knew Danny's parents meant well, but he also knew they were… not the most reliable. Honestly, for me, the fact they called Panacea rather than trying to figure this out on their own said pretty much everything about the situation. They were worried, and they wanted the miracle worker on hand in case things were time sensitive or worse than they realized.

"Sup." Speak of the miracle worker and she appears. The mousy girl in red and white scrubs with the surgical mask was well known nationwide. But best known here in the bay. "Didn't think you guys would ever cash that favor in, but a debt is a debt. What's the issue?"

Maddie smiled faintly as she closed the door behind Panacea. "Danny and his friends were taking a look around the lab when one of our more long term experiments… violently destabilized."

Panacea nodded. "Something exploded." She bluntly summarized.

Maddie sighed but nodded. "Yes. They were all wearing our standard protective gear, and if that was the only issue, they would have been fine. Unfortunately, the blast knocked them into something else we've been working on, and that saturated them with ectoplasm. They seem healthy but…"

"Ahh, gotcha." Panacea nodded. "Better safe than sorry and all that. Especially with exotic energies. Let's see what we got."

She worked her way through the room poking each of us in turn and humming idly to herself. Finally, she shrugged her shoulders and plopped down into an empty kitchen chair.

"As far as I can tell they're all fine." Our parents all lout out audible sighs. But I was pretty sure I wasn't the only teenager in the room to slump in relief. Though if we were fine that didn't really answer the sudden onslaught of gravity no longer working. "I can tell there's something bonding to their cells all the way down to the genetic level, but it's not causing any kind of mutation or harm, on a cellular level, or on a larger scale. I know it's early, but if whatever the stuff is was harmful, I'd be spotting at least something. You boys might want to ease up on the meat and fried foods though, that stuff's terrible for your arteries."

Sam's superior smirk over her eating habits wasn't usually funny, but it was so normal after all this craziness that I laughed myself silly as the parents all thanked the healer. After Panacea left, the kitchen fell back into silence as the adults all played a game of chicken to see who would crack and voice the obvious first. I was a bit surprised, and a little proud, when Dad was the one to bite the bullet.

"Ok, the kids are healthy. So why can they float through things now?"

Jack fidgeted with a salt shaker, seemingly not wanting to look at any of us. "I almost hate to say this considering it was our experiments that caused it but… They're exhibiting ghostly abilities. Floating, moving through solid objects, and we know they were exposed to ectoplasm…"

I think we all looked pretty skeptical, but Maddie came to her husband's defense. "I know what most people think of us and our work." She admitted. "I'll even admit we don't normally find any kind of proof ghosts exist. Almost never in fact." She sighed. "But we've had a few rare encounters. Samples we managed to get in our early days are the basis of, well, everything." She shrugged. "The scarcity of definitive sightings was the entire reason we became desperate enough to try making a portal in the first place."

Mr. Manson took a deep breath and let it out slowly before starting to speak. "Ok, let's say, just for discussion, that these abilities are ghost related. What does that mean for the kids?"

The Fenton's shared a look. "We have no idea." Jack admitted. "There was a similar, smaller scale accident, involving a friend of ours when we were in college. But all that did was cause an unusual case of very persistent acne. As far as we know he never showed any signs of…" Tucker chose that moment to fall through his chair. "That." Jack pointed at the timely visual que.

"Is this a bad thing?" Everyone turned curious eyes on me. "I mean, we survived a lab accident that probably should have killed us… and now we've got some kind of superpowers." I shrugged. "We're not exactly going to win a fight with our incredible ability to travel through walls, but I'll take this over being dead." And maybe they'd get better with time. Right now, I accidently floated a few inches off the ground at random. If I learned to control it? Maybe I'd actually be able to fly.

"That's a pretty good way to look at it, yeah." Sam pointed at me with… "Gahh!" She shook her empty sleeve until her arm faded back into sight. "Aaaaand we can add invisibility to the list." She muttered glaring at her own hand as if it had betrayed her.

Mrs. Folly shook her head. "We're going to have to call you kids out of school."

"Huh?" We all asked in stereo.

"You haven't been able to go more than a half hour without one of you having something happen. It's certainly not going to be safe for you all to go to school and show off a bunch of abilities you can't even control." Mrs. Folly didn't need to elaborate any more on that point.

The heroes did their best to keep a lid on the gangs and the Marquis kept them mostly honest, but that didn't mean it would help all that much if someone decided to recruit us.

Dad took one look at me glared. "No running off to play hero. Not until you all have control, and not until we've all had a chance to talk about this." He shared looks with the other parents before the four of us were all being subjected to glares, again.

"Can't even turn this stuff on and off yet, Dad." I grumbled. "Pretty sure you can relax."

Dad rolled his eyes before looking at the other parents again. "I'm going to assume that only buys us a couple of weeks, what do you all think?" He ignored my offended squawk.

Mr. Folly gave Tucker an assessing look. "I think it'll hold us at least a month if we let them practice together. Longer if control proves to be an issue."

"We're right here you know." Danny muttered. He was going for outraged, but the little grin on his face ruined the effect.

Maybe we could be heroes. Or maybe I'd just end up card carrying member of the unassisted recreational fliers club. But that was something to worry about later. Right now, I needed to get myself back to the ground before I dropped two feet when this burst of flight wore off.
 
Skittering Round the Borderlands
AN: Worm Borderlands Crossover. This one takes place on Pandora. It is quite literally all backstory. I'm oddly ok with that though because in this case it's done intentionally to mimic the usual opening sequence for the Borderlands games. It's really just set up because I have no idea how to right a first person shooter in a way that will stay interesting. Writing endless gun fights just sounds really boring.

"You want to hear a story? Look, kid, that's a terrible idea, I mean, all my stories get pretty violent and bloody…"

"Right, Pandora, they raise you from the cradle on violence just so you have a chance to survive. Still not used to that. Well, not that my childhood was much better, but they at least waited until I was ten…"

"You brats sure you don't want Marcus? This is really more his thing than mine…"

"Alright then, brats. Sit down and shut up. My story starts with the best damn gun company the universe ever saw, S&S Munitions. They're out of business now, But we'll get to that in a bit. S&S had a simple straightforward design principle. Reloading slows you down, and in the middle of a fight anything that slows you down can get you killed. So they made guns that carried a lot of ammo, fired pretty quick, and reloaded fast."

"Simple, practical, effective. You ever find one of their guns you like, hang onto it, and keep it well maintained. They've gotten damn rare, so you may never find another."

"Now I know what you're thinking. If the guns were so good why'd the company go out of business? Well they did more than just guns. All the big name corporations do. Ships, cars, generic crap that anyone can make and slap a label on, all kinds of shit. Their stuff was pretty good across the board. No real standouts, but they didn't lag behind either."

"Though there was this one project of theirs. Stupidly ambitious, highly dangerous, utterly insane."

"You kids know what Sirens are, right? What am I asking? Of course you do. Lilith might as well be a hero to every non psycho on the planet. She's good, really good, and so are most other Sirens I've ever heard of. They have to be. Either they get good or they end up dead. And somehow the power seems to always find people who get good… It's still not always enough."

"S&S got there hands on a Siren back before I was born… so that was.. Meh, lost track of the dates ever since I got stuck on this hellhole masquerading as a planet. Point is they caught one and they wanted to know what made her powers tick. They wanted that secret, they wanted to replicate it. Imagine it, whole armies under their command, all with insane abilities like a Siren."

"So they launched into a lot of humans testing. Genetic modifications, eridium injections during the pregnancies, meditation, trauma therapy to force responses from us... I try very hard not to think about how many little bodies, and would have been mothers they must have fed to the incinerators trying to get results. Eridium poisoning is a nasty way to go."

"...Still some of us beat the odds and made it. Some of the results were obvious, showed up right from the beginning, concussive blasts natural shielding, all kinds of shit. Others were subtle. More than one mad inventor, super genius came out of that. A few of them were even sane. Mostly. But me? Nadda. Ten years and the only thing they had to show for their investment was my unreal ability to multitask, and glowing purple eyes. There were a few of us like that. Something subtle something, or simple, or seemingly nothing useful. So they threw me in an enclosure with some spiderants."

"Heh, yeah. The way they figured there were two possibilities. The stress would kick whatever latent abilities I might have into gear, or I'd be killed and they wouldn't have to pay to keep me fed anymore. Real nice folks, yeah? So imagine everyone's surprise when I took control of the spiderants and slaughtered the lab techs who tossed me in there?"

"Of course then security put them down, and threw me back in with the rest. Still we got out eventually. We burned their headquarters to the ground and pissed on the ashes. That shouldn't really have been enough to cause them to go under the way they did. But their competitors smelled blood in the water, and plenty of us made a point to smash any S&S operation we came across. So maybe it isn't so surprising."

"We scattered across the galaxy after that. Other corporations want to dissect us. So we're generally hiding out on planets like this; lawless outskirts with nothing of value to draw serious attention. A few of us managed to make lives for themselves in the underworlds of more civilized planets, but I'm not here for the civilization. I just picked the planet with the biggest, deadliest insects, and planted my ass right here where I could start building a swarm fit to decimate an army."

"So that's how I got here. Course, I hadn't heard a word about the Vault before that point so imagine how surprised I was to see Hyperion park that ugly ass space station over the planet. That wasn't even a month after I started getting my territory and hives laid out to my liking"

"Heh, I suppose that's where the story you really want to hear got started. What do you say brats? Am I as bad as I thought I'd be at this or should I keep going?"

"Well alright then. My name is Taylor, and this is the story of how I got roped into the hunt for the Vault, and the war against Handsome Jack, and Hyperion.
 
Joyride
AN: Ace Combat Worm crossover, and the last chapter of this one actually goes on to include KanColle. This was a weird one for me. Just beet the game and said screw it let me write up something overpowered. I don't think I'll ever be able to make a full story out of it but that's fine. It is to date the only concept of mine to ever inspire someone to write their own story. Geas's Callsign: Owl is giving the plane girl Taylor concept a much better show then I'd have managed anyway.

The sun was warm, the air was crisp and clear, and my scarf snapped in the wind as I cruised along the cost at six hundred miles an hour and thirty thousand feet. Feeling the air rush over my sixteen foot wingspan backpack thing was amazing. The thrum of my propellers as they pushed me through the air was like nothing else in the world. My aviators kept the sun out of my eyes, letting me enjoy the greatest view in the world.

I'd dressed warm, sort of anyway. My jeans were pretty standard, but between my bomber jacket and scarf I was plenty warm.

I banked right, lazily drifting a little way inland from the cost. The scenery was lovely, but a little variety in the ratio of land to water kept things interesting. I didn't exactly come with my own in flight movie after all.

A quick check showed the eight drone fighters I had flying my escort were doing fine but I wanted more practicing landing and launching them. With just a thought eight fresh fighters dropped from their carrying position under my wings and I brought the other back in.

I'd run some mock dogfights with my drones early during the trip just to get a better feel for how they maneuvered, and to practice controlling them. I stopped after nearly crashing a pair into each other and decided to hold off on any further experiments for a while. That said it just didn't feel right to fly without an escort.

Part of me still felt like I should turn around and fly home. I'd left Dad a note explaining what I was doing and promising I'd call once I got to Florida, but he was probably panicking anyway.

I didn't want to panic Dad. And it's not like I was running away from home forever or anything! But I could fly now. And at a pretty good speed as well. The sky had been calling me and I just couldn't resist!

Really, when you were your own personal airline the whole country became a day trip. A weekend away at worst. And I was only going down the coast! Not that far at all really!

I just couldn't stay cooped up in that city another minute more. I wanted out. I needed out. If I stayed there any longer…

I had too much power to play hero. I'd make corpses out of anyone I fought and probably rip up whole streets doing it. Not a great plan.

Or, if I stayed and had to look any of the trio in their evil bitchy faces again any time soon… I'd probably be guilty of homicide not long after.

Getting out was smarter. Florida, warm sand, sun, maybe I'd take a dip in the ocean. Try on the swimsuit I bought to fit my new figure… Just enjoy being happy away from the bitch trio's attempts to ruin everything. A chance to be a normal teenager for a change!

I grinned and went into a little dive to pick up some extra speed and enjoy the rush. I laughed and whooped before pulling up in a gentle arc at about three thousand feet, starting the slow climb back to cruising altitude.

Dad might be pissed, but I would apologize to him later. I needed this.

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"Unidentified aircraft, you are entering a restricted airspace. Identify yourself and turn back now." A firm male voice crackled over my radio.

"This is… ah shit I never picked a callsign. Cape name, whatever." For some reason I wanted to call myself Justice but that just sounded pretentious. And it was probably taken. "Fuck it, just call me Warbird. About as accurate as anything is going to be. I'm turning back now. Can you direct me around the no fly zone? I'm taking a test flight down to Florida and I didn't really stop to think about getting any maps since I can just follow the cost."

"Seriously? Fucking capes." The man grumbled in an undertone. "Swing twenty miles East before proceeding due South. Go a hundred miles and then you can go back to hugging the coastline. I'd strongly recommend you find yourself a civilian airport and get some charts. There are several no fly zones along the coastline. Most of them military. Repeatedly poking them is not going to make you any friends."

"Right, I'll be sure to do that. Any chance you could direct me to the nearest airport?" I asked sheepishly.

A string of coordinates later and I was on my way again.

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"Hey, Dad." I said with as much false cheer as I could muster.

"Taylor! Thank God. Where are you?!" Dad basically shouted over the phone.

"Eh, about halfway through Massachusetts? I had to stop and get some maps after I almost flew through a restricted airspace. But I'm making good time! Should be in Florida by… hmm guess I'll be there around eleven or so? Depends how many detours I have to make and how long it takes to find a beach I like the look of."

The line went quit for a moment. "The note. You were serious? You're some kind of cape airplane?"

I snorted at just how huge an understatement that really was. "Dad, if I was eighteen, I would be the air forces collective wet dream." I drawled even as I blushed a bit. It was true after all; my powers had added some nice curves to my previously stick figure and gotten rid of that bit of belly fat. And then with my powers? Well...

Dad's confused sputtering was certainly good for a laugh.

"Look, Dad, the people here are insisting I use their runway to take off, and I've only got a small window before their next incoming flight arrives so I've got to go. I'll be home either late tonight or tomorrow afternoon at the latest. I might just sleep out on a beach if I'm too tired to make the flight home. Love you, Dad!"

I hung up before he could tell me to head home now.

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I'd just passed the border into North Carolina when I got a radar return. Two fighter jets, closing fast though starting to decelerate. No radar lock though, so no reason to panic either I suppose. Then again at that range they probably couldn't get a radar lock yet.

I hesitated a moment before calling in my escorts. Even without them I had enough AA systems on my wings to deal with two fighters. Not to mention my point defense lasers and my main canon. Though I hadn't summoned that yet.

Having two squadrons of escort fighters in the air might send the wrong impression. Of course, with how small they were it was just as likely the oncoming jets wouldn't even pick them up. Still, why take chances?

"Unidentified fighter's, this is the cape; callsign, Warbird." I transmitted as they closed to a thousand feet. "Something I can help you with?"

"Warbird, this is the 437th squadron, Pelican 1, callsign Robin. Our orders are to escort you back to base. There are a number of people there who would like to have a word with you." The man's voice was firm, but not rude.

"Far be it from me to challenge the United States air force, but I'm not exactly military. I'm just taking a day trip to the beach. What's with the orders?" I clamped down on my nerves. I could take these two easy, but I didn't want to fight them, didn't even have a reason too. I just wasn't feeling charitable enough to follow the strange aircraft I'd only just met back to their home without a good reason.

"You're not in any trouble, well, not much. You turned back from the no fly zone and immediately set to preventing similar incidents so that's mostly alright. But you've managed to get serious attention when you stopped off at that airport, Warbird. The PRT have been trying to contact you ever since. Only they don't have fliers who can cruise at six hundred miles an hour and thirty thousand feet. Never mind coming equipped with radio." Robin sounded pretty smug about that as he and his wingman pulled even with me, maybe two hundred feet off my left wing.

I kind of had to grin as well at how much that must have stung the PRT to need to rely on the military. I got the feeling the Air Force was going to be bringing it up for a long time to come.

"So what? The PRT has some pencil pusher waiting for me at your base? Hate to break it to you, Robin, but you boys may have just wasted a trip. My powers would be terrible for hero work."

"Oi, what's with this boy's crap! You ought to know us girls can fly just as well!" A clearly female voice radioed from Pelican two.

"Spitfire, calm down." Robin transmitted with a groan.

"Ah, sorry about that, Spitfire. That helmets not exactly see through after all."

"Regardless," Robin cut in. "It's not just the PRT. The base commander has orders from up the chain to talk to you. In particular they want to ask why a cape is referring to them self as Warbird of all things, and why they're referring to the name as a callsign rather than a cape name."

I sighed. "And naturally I can't just tell you and have it relayed back to them because they want to meet with me in person, right?"

"Got it in one, Warbird."

"All I wanted was a day at the beach." I complained. "Why is this suddenly so complicated? Fine, transmit coordinates. With any luck I'll still be able to make it to Florida by noon. I've never tried Cajun food and I'm looking forward to getting the real deal."

Robin rattled off the coordinates and I adjusted course inland a bit, but we were still at least a half hour from the base.

"Oh yeah, one last thing, Warbird." Robin transmitted sounding suspiciously innocent.

"Yeah? What's that?"

"Callsign Warbird is currently taken by a member of United States Air Force."

"Oh no." I paled.

I knew where this was going. If my callsign was already taken then I didn't have a callsign. And if I didn't have a callsign then I was going to get assigned one!

"No, no, no, come on! It was just the first thing that came to mind! I'll get a new one!"

"Since we need a callsign to address you by," Robin continued blatantly ignoring me. "and after checking our records to see what's available. I'd just like to say it's a pleasure to meet you, Joyride."

"Fuck. That's going to stick no matter what now, isn't it?" I whined.

"Oh, you have no idea, Joyride." Spitfire transmitted sounding stupidly smug.

"Damn it."

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"Joyride to tower, am I clear to land." I asked maybe touch grouchily.

"Affirmative, Joyride."

My landing gear formed over my boots as I cut my speed and nosed down for the runway. For maybe two hundred feet I rolled along bleeding off speed before I dismissed my wings and stood up. From there I just skated over to where my two escorts had been moved after they cleared the runway.

"Nice landing, Joyride!" A blonde woman shouted from the cockpit of Pelican two. "Don't really have a frame of reference for it but it was certainly interesting to watch." She grinned as she leaned over the edge of her cockpit.

"Thanks, I guess." I called up to her. "It was a little intimidating the first time back at the airport, but it feels natural." I shrugged. "One more thing to chalk up to powers bullshit."

Spitfire shook her head. "I go through years of flight training and practice to get my wings and your power just gives them to you." She sighed dramatically. "Just isn't fair I tell you." She teased me with a grin.

I smiled back and shook my head. "Maybe not, but I'd love to pick your brain about dogfighting tactics later, if I could? I'm afraid my power granted instincts didn't really cover that."

The woman blinked in surprise. "Dogfighting? What do you need to know dogfighting for? You told us yourself your top speed is only seven hundred, and I can out turn you in this ancient hunk of junk."

She slapped the side of her jet. Drawing my attention to the aged plane. It was well maintained, but it was old. Military funding had dropped hard when capes started showing up. That meant a lot of older resources had to be maintained well after the point they became obsolete simply to keep up the military's strength. Add in all the major disasters over the years and there simply wasn't money to spend on researching new top of the line fighter jets. No new models of ships or planes had been approved in at least ten years.

I shook my head to clear those thoughts.

"I'm not built for dogfighting but…" I trailed off as a thought occurred to me. "Are you and Robin going to be at this meeting you strong armed me into?"

"Probably, at least for the start anyway. Why?"

"No point explaining my powers twice. You'll hear all about it in a few anyway."

"Fair enough." She answered with a shrug.

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The conference room was bland, and probably needed a fresh coat of paint if I was being honest. Aside from myself and my impromptu escort the room only had three other people waiting for us.

The base commander, a woman in a suit I assumed represented the PRT, and a male cape who looked horribly out of place in his bright green figure hugging outfit.

"Joyride, reporting as requested." I only barely fought off the impulse to snap off a salute. I wasn't military and I couldn't be sure if anyone here had a sense of humor. Instead I jammed my hands into my jacket pockets. "What can I do for all of you? And is there any way I can speed it along? I've been craving spicy food lately, and I've heard a lot of good things about Cajun cuisine."

Random green cape snorted. PRT lady looked like I'd thrown her a curveball and the base commander just raised one eyebrow completely unimpressed.

"Pardon me," The PRT woman spoke up. "I was under the impression you're chosen alias was Warbird?"

Spitfire snickered. Robin and the base commander, who's name I really needed to learn, both grinned. I valiantly managed not to twitch.

"The callsign Warbird is currently in use by an Air Force pilot. So, I've been assigned Joyride." I manage to keep most of my irritation out of my voice.

"But you're not military." The cape spoke up. "You're a cape."

"I'm a girl, who also happens to be the most over powered aircraft in the world." I firmly stated. "I have eight anti air missile platforms, ten point defense laser turrets, a stupidly powerful laser main canon, and a personal shield that can laugh off sustained missile fire. I'm also an aircraft carrier capable of transporting eighty drone fighters with variable payloads which I can simultaneously control, individually. Topping it off? All of that hits as if it was full size and not proportional to me.

Spitfire choked on nothing. Robin whistled through his teeth. The base commander leaned back in his chair, and the two representatives from the PRT just sort of blinked dumbly.

"I'm not a cape. I can't be a cape. If I get involved in a fight whoever I'm shooting at will end up dead, and the taxpayers will probably have to pay to fix a good sized area around where they were standing." I shrugged. "If the Air Force wants to name me? They might as well. I'm a better fit with them anyway."

"Kid," the commander spoke up, "either of those flying menaces tell you my name before you got here?"

"No, sir."

He nodded like he expected it. "I'm, Colonel Harrison. There were several questions my superiors wanted answered. However, I think we can pair them down to the bare essentials. First off, are you a Tinker? Did you make all that gear yourself?"

"No, sir." I shook my head. "I… wound up in the hospital, when I got out, I just had this, this itch. The ground just wasn't good enough. I needed to be up in the air." I spoke fervently. "Only took about a day before I summoned my wings the first time. Took a few more days to find the jacket, scarf, and glasses…" I shrugged again. "Then I just left a note for my Dad and headed south."

"Hah." Colonel Harrison breathed out a short laugh. Amused eyes twinkled at me from a stern face "Joyride indeed. You're worse than my pilots, kid. How old are you?"

"Fifteen, Sixteen in about five months."

"Way too young to recruit then." The Colonel mused.

The PRT woman spluttered. "The military can't employ capes! Congress passed that bill into law almost two decades ago!"

"And yet here I see a cape who knows she doesn't fit in your organization. Someone for whom my branch of the service would willing give up the old B-52's to the Army, if it meant we could recruit her." A smirk played at the Colonel's lips. "I think when my superiors hear about this, your lawyers are going to be rather busy fending off ours attempting to get a special exception passed. That is of course if you'd be interested, Joyride?"

Slowly a grin started to spread across my face. "Colonel, it's my understanding that becoming an Air Force pilot takes years of training. Given the size of my fighter escort, and their untested capabilities, that training may take even longer. Probably until I'm eighteen even." I spoke airily.

The Colonel's grin matched my own.

"Perhaps by that point certain exemptions could be found in a few laws that would make it easier for me to repay the Air Force for such training?" I asked impishly.

The Colonel actually laughed. "Joyride, I think that would be a most beneficial arrangement for all involved. Lieutenant Walker, please escort miss Joyride to the mess hall and be sure to establish a means of communication before she leaves. I believe I have matters to discuss with our other guests."

"Sir!" Robin, or Lieutenant Walker I suppose, snapped off a salute before waving me out of the room. The door shut just in time to dampen the sound of a woman's frustrated shouting.

Well, this wasn't Florida. But I still had plenty of time to make it their after I left. Besides, Spitfire owed me some dogfighting tips and I intended to collect. With a grin I followed the lieutenant and his wing woman. This really was turning out to be a pretty great day.

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My engines were red lining, but I didn't slow down at all. If I could I'd have pushed them harder. Three months ago I had slept clean through Ziz attacking Canberra. When I asked my trainers, they insisted I hadn't been ready, so they decided not to wake me. They were right and I understood. I'd only spent a couple weeks practicing at that point. Just the day before I managed to crash two of my drones in a mock dogfight. I hadn't been ready.

If I was being entirely honest, I still wasn't. I had so much more to learn… But I had improved a lot and there wasn't time to keep practicing. They'd have to pin me to the tarmac to stop me. And seeing as I was already in the air…

"Joyride, come in!" Robin shouted over the radio. "Damn it, Taylor, answer me! I know you're worried about your Dad, but flying into that cluster fuck won't make things any better! Leviathan just laughs off gunfire!"

"Fuck off and fly home already!" I transmitted back, screaming into the wind. "I'm not abandoning my Dad! If guns don't work, I'll bury him in bombs and missiles! If he laughs that off, I'll blast him with my canon!" We were fast closing in on Brockton Bay and the wind and the rain were ridiculous.

"Damn it. Don't you dare die out there. I'm going to put you through hell in training when you get back!"

With that final threat Pelican 1 and 2 peeled off and broke away. I had to give them credit for chasing me down and harassing me all the way home like that. But they should have known from the beginning they were wasting their time.

"Damn it. That fucker had better still be there after making me come all this way…" I started to decelerate. No point burning my engines out now that I was in range, and going full speed would only make my turns even slower... "Ok"

"This is Joyride broadcasting on all frequencies! I'm joining the fight and I brought a lot of support and firepower with me! Anyone receiving this please direct me to the battle!"

I started deploying my drones in pairs launching them simultaneously from matched positions on each wing keeping myself perfectly balanced. I dipped down descending to two thousand feet. Well above the height of the bay's few skyscrapers, but low enough to make use of my main cannon more accurate. With my sixteen foot wingspan I could theoretically fly down most major roads. But even though I could turn better than I had any right to if I'd been a full sized plane... There was no way I could pull off such tight turns. Not even my fighters could manage that, even if they stalled their engines out trying to go as slow as possible. The best I could hope for would be a long straight road I could use to line up attack runs. But if I could just get a clear shot with my laser…

"Joyride, this is Dragon. Welcome to the fight! I've got your position, Leviathan is about two miles from you, adjust your heading fifteen degrees west and you should intercept him!"

"Right!"

The last of my drones left their cradles and fanned out along her suggested course. It only took them a moment to get in formation. I'd made sure to fit them with the proper loadout on the way over. Catching sight of the ugly lizard I examined the target area. It was a little tight, but my drones could make it.

"Danger close! All capes get clear! Commencing air to ground bombing run on Leviathan's position!" It was only a brief warning, no more than a ten count, but they took it seriously. It should be enough.

I could see Leviathan grow larger and larger in my drone's range finders as they closed fast.

"Die you son of a bitch!" The rippling chain of explosions rocked the monster again and again as my planes laid into him for nearly fifteen seconds. The fire and dust were quickly cleared by the pouring rain and I got my first direct look at Leviathan as I followed in the wake of my drones. He'd suffered some damage before I arrived, but now he was pitted and cratered all over. I'd expected those bombs to do something, but not that much. Still, if something about my powers meant I could do more damage…

I didn't hesitate any further and simply brought my laser canon to bear. The beam of searing light slammed into Leviathan's torso knocking it backward into a building. But only a second later I lost my visual as the water around him was flash boiled into steam.

"Damn it. Joyride to all capes. Bombing run was a success, but I've lost visual. My planes that are still armed are moving into a scouting pattern, and those that used their bombs are being called back to re-arm. I'm moving into a holding pattern above the city. Be advised it will be difficult to coordinate another attack like that with my planes spread out as scouts."

"Good shooting!" Dragon's voice cheered back to me. "I'll see if we can't pin him down long enough for you to hammer him again, but even if we can't that was fantastic, Joyride! Standby for now, and be sure to relay his location if you find him again."

"Will do." I maneuvered my drones in low, just above the building hoping they could line up another shot.

A few minutes passed with capes calling in sightings only to lose him again. Then I saw him out of the corner of my eye. Faster than I could react he scaled a building and leapt into the air to smash three of my lowest flying drones to pieces.

"Son of a…" I pulled my drones and myself up to three thousand feet. It would make finding him harder, but I wasn't going to just throw drones away by letting him scale buildings for them.

"Dragon, Leviathan just knocked out some of my drones at the following coordinates." I rattled them off for her. "I'm taking my drones and myself up a bit higher so he can't pull that again."

My shield flickered off and on letting in a few planes to dock. It went up again just in time to be rocked by a lightning strike. The brief jolt only barely moved me, but it was more than enough to give solid smacks to the four drones maneuvering to dock with me. One badly enough that it started losing altitude. It crashed and exploded on the interior of my forcefield.

"Shit." If the lightning was that bad… I really shouldn't risk lowering my shields again, but I couldn't deploy or retrieve my drones with the shield up… "Damn Lizard if it's controlling the storm… or is it just bad luck?"

A second lightning strike rattling my shield seemed like a strong indication, and a third wiping out a squadron that I'd vector close to rearm settled the matter in my mind.

"Dragon, this is Joyride. I'm falling back out of the storm. I'm almost positive Leviathan is harassing me with lightning strikes." Another blast smacked into me. "They're taking bites out of my energy reserves, it's not dangerous yet. The bigger issue is my drones aren't protected and I can't do this indefinitely. If I don't get out soon, I may not have any escorts left. If you can give me a location, I can commit everything to one more attack, but I'm running out of options." I certainly couldn't turn or move fast enough to get a bead on him again. He'd learned from that first shot. Damn it. If it had been Behemoth I could line up attack runs all day long. But Leviathan was just too mobile.

"Negative, Joyride. He's constantly on the move, and with no set pattern or direction. Clearly he learned from your first attack run."

"Damn it… Good luck, Dragon. Give him hell for me."

I gave the order for my remaining drones to climb and scatter, all vectoring inland and South towards the storms nearest edge. It still didn't stop the vindictive lizard from blowing nine more of my birds out of the air.

"Damn it, just one attack run." I'd hurt the bastard, but if I could only have kept him pinned... "Dad, please be ok."

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For lack of a better plan I leaned against the side of an undamaged building not far from the triage area. I had no idea what shelter Dad might have ended up in, and running around the city checking them all was more likely to cause issues than fix them. I'd head home in a few hours and check there, but for now… This felt like where I needed to be.

"You did remarkably well. Several people said your bombing run did more damage to Leviathan than anyone else in this battle."

Glancing over my shoulder I saw a woman wearing a suit and fedora walking up to me. I glanced away again as she stepped up beside me.

"Maybe… but it wasn't enough. I hurt him but…"

"Hmm, to tell the truth everyone but the veterans come out of these fights thinking something like that."

I glanced up to see her giving me a kind smile that didn't reach her eyes. I felt a shiver go down my back. There was something about the woman that just wasn't right.

"Have you been in many Endbringer fights?"

"No, my powers are useless against them. But I know people who do fight them. I've seen your reaction before."

I nodded slowly, and didn't look away. Something about her just set me on edge.

"Still, if we had more capes like you maybe these fights could turn out a bit better."

I shook my head. "As far as I know there are no other capes like me."

"Well no, not here. Door." She shoved me backwards through a tear in space that simply appeared. And then I was falling. "Help the locals and make some allies!" She shouted after me. "They can pay us back later!"

"What the hell?!" Quick as I could I righted myself and brought out my wings. By the time I'd gotten my engines going and looped around the portal was gone. "You've got to be fucking kidding me!"

Ocean. Miles, and miles, and miles of ocean all around me. Not a speck of land anywhere in sight. No landmarks. My attempts to get a satellite connection were being denied on the grounds of my clearance codes being invalid. Which made no sense, because I was supposed to have minimal clearance for the US military network. Not much, just enough to use it for navigation and checking my position. But I had it, and my codes were being denied.

I'd deal with the crazy cape later, but for now I needed to get moving and find land. I could fly for a couple weeks if I was fully stocked. The joys of being some insane cross between teen girl and nuclear powered war plane. But between red lining my engines, the fuel and weapons for my drones, the shots my shield took, and using my main cannon. I'd taken something like a day or two off of that, and I hadn't been fully stocked when I took off. I should be fine, so long as I didn't end up flying over China. If that happened I was going to be fighting off all of the Chinese Airforce attempting to bring me down for the Yangban. In which case I would need every drop of fuel I could save.

In this situation I really only had one good course of action. With a few moments of thought I oriented myself so that I had a tailwind, and climbed to thirty thousand feet. I shut down my shield to conserve energy, then launched four drones with mixed loadouts to fly escort.

"This is callsign, Joyride, broadcasting on all frequencies. I was forcibly teleported; I am lost and in need of assistance. Please respond."

Wait thirty seconds.

"This is callsign, Joyride, broadcasting on all frequencies. I was forcibly teleported; I am lost and in need of assistance. Please respond."

Wait thirty seconds.

"This is callsign, Joyride, broadcasting on all frequencies. I was forcibly teleported; I am lost and in need of assistance. Please respond."

This could take a while.

{}{}{}{} Ch 3


"This is callsign, Joyride, broadcasting on all frequencies. I was forcibly teleported; I am lost and in need of assistance. Please respond." I groaned as I waited for a response. I'd been at this for three hours now. I had to be getting close to land… right?

A burst of static had me perking up and pressing my engines to go just a little bit harder. I held off for a minute waiting to see if whoever that was would broadcast again before repeating my message.

"This is callsign, Joyride, broadcasting on all frequencies. I was forcibly teleported; I am lost and in need of assistance. Please respond." Come on, please answer.

"Joyride, this is JSDF fast battleship Kongou, Dess!" The positively chirpy voice came over the radio speaking English with what sounded like a British accent. "Please state your affiliation. Umm also, please clarify what you mean by teleportation, dess?" Huh Kind of expected my first contact to be with an island, not a ship. Also didn't realize the Japanese Self Defense Force included woman, but there you go. Learn something new every day. And at least it wasn't China. That would have been really bad.

"Uhm, my affiliation is a bit of a legal grey area, Kongou. In theory I'm a United States airman in training, set to be sworn in when I turn eighteen."

"Eh?"

"In practice the Air Force is still in legal battle with the Protectorate for the right to have a cape like myself serving in the armed forces."

"I don't think I understand. You're an American? And you are going to be a member of the Air Force someday?"

"Yes, Ma'am."

"I… no never mind I can ask more later. First I need to know what you meant about being teleported."

"Of course. I was in Brockton Bay, responding to Leviathan's attack. After the battle a cape I didn't recognize approached me. She offered me some advice, said something cryptic about finding capes with similar powers to my own, and then she shoved me through a portal. Next thing I know I'm in the middle of the ocean and my access codes for Air Force satellites are being rejected. I had to pick a direction at random and start flying. You're the first radio response I've gotten in three hours, Ma'am."

"Eh?"

I blinked several times at the very confused response. I mean yeah it was weird, but capes were bullshit so it shouldn't be that confusing.

"Ahh, that is ahh… I'm sorry, I'm feeling very lost. Where is Brockton Bay, what are capes, and what is this Leviathan you were fighting? Are they an Abyssal Princes?"

I swear that caught me so off guard that my propellers actually stalled out for a few seconds. Someone from Japan not being familiar with Brockton Bay? Sure, not hard to believe. Not knowing a slang term like cape when their native language is different? Not that weird. Not knowing Leviathan? No way. All of Japan knew that monster. He'd made damn sure of that.

"Is that supposed to be some kind of joke? Who the hell is this, really? Even third world countries know the Endbringers, and you expect me to believe a member of the JSDF doesn't know Leviathan."

"They're pretty rude, poi, and weird." Another voice broadcast.

"Yuudachi, shush!" Kongou broadcast. "Joyride, I've never heard of Endbringers or Leviathan. I'll ask again, is that an American name for Abbysals and one of their Princesses?"

It felt like ice water was running down the back of my neck. I'd been shoved through a portal, I couldn't access military satellites because my codes were being denied, and now this?

"JSDF Kongou, what is the status of the island of Kyushu?" I asked with a sort of terrified seriousness.

"Kyushu? There was some damage from an Abyssal attack a month ago, and they took a beating during Blood Week, but no more so than any of the other home islands. Last I heard repairs are going well. Why?"

Kyushu wasn't resting at the bottom of the ocean. Oh, God. I'm so much farther from home than I ever would have imagined.

"JSDF Kongou, I am… absolutely not qualified for this discussion, so let me give you the cliff notes version. There are any number of parallel worlds in which things can play out… differently. My version of Earth took to going by Earth Bet after someone made first contact with what came to be known as Earth Alph. Which I suppose would make this Earth Gamma."

I kept talking just for something to push back the existential terror I was starting to feel. People were forbidden from traveling between earths as the first measure towards preventing war between universes. And here I was, trapped away from Dad, breaking international, if not interdimensional, law... because some lunatic with a fancy hat thought it would be a good idea.

"The point of divergence between Earth Alph and Earth Bet was the appearance of the golden man, Scion, in 1982 followed shortly after by the seemingly random development of Super Powers in a small percentage of the population, we call them capes. A lot happened after that and honestly things are kind of going to shit back home. Leviathan is one of three beings we've taken to calling Endbringers. I know this isn't my earth because back home Leviathan sank the island of Kyushu."

"..."

"They sound crazy, poi."

I sighed and rubbed the bridge of my nose.

"Look, I know this must sound insane, but if you can direct me to a landing strip, or an airport I can at least prove some of what I'm saying. I'm living proof of superpowers so that much at least I can prove."

"I, I need to send a report to the Admiral. I, oh dear. This is a bit much even by kanmusu standards." She sounded at least as off balance as I felt.

"Kanmusu?"

"If you are telling the truth…" And she seemed weirdly willing to believe me. I was really expecting to get dismissed and ignored. "Then I suppose our, point of divergence you said? I suppose ours would be war ships returning to this world in the form of young women in order to once again protect their nations. Kanmusu, though the Americans call us shipgirls. The world is at war with evil ship spirits which we collectively call Abyssals. The Abyssals generally seek to destroy humanity, and control the world's oceans."

"Ahh, fuck." That might have something to do with her being willing to believe me. Sounded nothing like capes either, which was just weird. It also gave me a pretty good idea about what hat lady meant when she told me to help the locals. I needed to ask more questions but if these things were half as bad as they sounded… well it would be nice to be useful for a change.

"I have no idea how I'd go about getting home, so I'd be happy to help however I can. But first I really do need directions to a landing strip. I can keep flying for about a week, but I'd really rather land and get some food and sleep. It's been… a very long day." Not to mention I needed time and food to fully repair myself. I hoped that would work anyway. That's how I replaced the drones I lost in training accidents at least. I'd never actually taken damage to my wings or engines before.

"Ah, of course, just a moment and we'll see if we can't work out your location and get you a course."

"Thank you, Ma'am."

"Please, just Kongou, dess."

Why would I call the radio operator by the name of the… Shipgirls… ok that's… More capes like me. Right! Oh hell, this was going to give me such a headache.

{}{}{}{} Admiral Goto

Glaring out at the runway did not in fact improve my mood. Kongou's message that we were either about to get some sort of crazy woman, a genuine super hero from another Earth, or possibly a very confused airplane girl aircraft carrier… It was the craziest thing I'd heard since being informed my new command was a small group of hyperactive quirky women with all the power of the battleships they originally were. The fact I'd spent months working with those girls, and even had a small group with me now in case this somehow went terribly wrong, was the only reason I wasn't dismissing it out of hand.

Tenryuu was keeping one hand on her sword at all times, and desdiv six were excitedly whisper shouting to each other, debating what kind of person this new girl might be. If I hadn't been dragged out of my office and been made personally responsible for this mess just watching the kids get all worked up would have probably lifted my mood. As things stood it just added to my headache instead.

Radar returns were glitching, which did lend some credibility to the girl's story, but not nearly enough. Not to take it at face value. Not yet. Though there was a sort of seductive temptation to believe that there were other Earths out there facing their own brand of hell. The idea that we were not alone in our suffering was an oddly morbid kind of relief. Almost as if just knowing it meant the state of the world wasn't anyone's fault. Shit happens, as the American's would say.

Hibiki cut off any further thoughts by pointing towards the end of the runway and up. It was just a speck right now, but it, or rather she, was growing at a decent pace. Rather than watch a growing dot I decided to watch the girls. Their reactions were interesting. Inazuma looked nervous as she silently slipped behind Tenryuu who's grip on her sword had become white knuckled.

Akatsuki had the same stunned sort of look I'd seen when she was first introduced to some of the more traditional fleet carriers. Ikazuchi was giddy and starry eyed as she bounced in place and made a noise like a tea kettle. Hibiki kept up her stoic look as she very deliberately placed herself between me and the approaching, maybe, superhero.

"Tenryuu? What is it?"

"... Not Abyssal. Not exactly one of us either, Admiral. It's like seeing the shadow of her hull behind her instead of the actual hull."

"A shadow?"

"Not sure how else to describe it, sir."

Right, Sparkly Magical Shipgirl Bullshit. No point trying to get a better explanation out of the girls. I'd made that mistake before, it just led to headaches for everyone.

"How can something so big even fly?!" Ikazuchi asked.

Glancing back at the dot I had to raise an eyebrow. Even at this range I was fairly sure the approaching girl was within human standard size. Though I could be wrong, distance and no frame of reference made it hard to be certain.

"She's all wing." Akatsuki answered. "More than a thousand meters from tip to tip, easy." The girl continued, clearly awed at the scale of the aircraft in question.

Right, the shadowy ship form behind the girl. More than a thousand meter wingspan though? That was huge, insane really. Commercial jets didn't even have a wingspan of fifty meters. Whoever designed this girl liked to dream big.

"I don't like the look of that canon, nanodesu." Inazuma muttered as she peaked out from around Tenryuu's leg. She squinted at it with distrust. "It looks weird."

Hibiki turned back to face me and tilted her head in a clear if unspoken question. With a deep breath I buried my concerns and questions… and there were a lot of those. Seeing a miniature fleet set on edge by just one person was enough to give anyone concerns. But she was at least nominally friendly, and anyone who could make these girls nervous could put the fear of God into the Abyssals. We desperately needed any edge we could get, and this girl had promised to bring her firepower to the table on our side according to Kongou. That bought her a lot of credit in my book.

"Well… let's go meet a superhero."

I started walking and heard the girls follow behind me. All the while the person-dot grew steadily larger until I could clearly make out the shape of a young woman with airplane wings and propellers growing out of her back. About that time she shifted her posture from having her legs extended rigidly behind her to a perfect ninety degrees as roller blades manifested over her feet. She made a very smooth landing, rolling most of the length of the runway before her wings demanifested and she transitioned to what seemed a more natural rollerblading stance. I pointedly did not laugh at the muttered "So elephant" from Akatsuki. After bleeding off some speed, she looped around and skated over to myself and the girls.

The young woman came to attention, but did not salute. Which was understandable as by her own admission she was not military, or at least not yet. It was something that confused plenty of girls right after their summoning and I was more than willing to give slack on this. Her rollerblades vanished and she dropped two inches to the ground but didn't so much as twitch in her stance.

The girl looked a little disheveled. Her hair was a bit of a mess and she was sporting some impressive scorch marks that looked a bit like battle damage. She looked maybe eighteen or nineteen, with modest curves, long legs, and long curly black hair. She was dressed simply. Black combat boots, blue jeans, and an old fashioned pilots jacket. Her face was mostly covered by a scarf and aviators. She hesitated a moment before pulling the scarf down around her neck and slipping the aviators into a front pocket. She had warm brown eyes, an expressive mouth, and a petite nose.

"Admiral Goto, I presume?" The girl spoke English with an American accent that I couldn't quite place, though it sounded most similar to a New England accent.

"That's correct, and you would be, Joyride?"

"... Taylor Hebert, callsign Joyride."

That was an interesting distinction. Shipgirls were as prone to picking up nicknames as anyone else but they always referred to themselves as their ship identity. That Taylor went by name, then callsign was something I'd have expected from an actual pilot, not a shipgirl.

"You said you could prove you're from an alternate earth?"

I didn't really want to deal with this issue first but I had orders. Figuring this out was important, and it would help establish Taylor's mental stability.

"Yes, sir." Taylor dug out her wallet and flipped it open then extracted two ID cards. The first was a bus pass and the second looked to be a military ID card, though the authenticity was something I'd need verified. Just the fact that she had these though was a point in her favor. I'd never even heard of a ship girl being summoned with a military ID before, never mind a civilian ID.

Then she pulled out a cell phone and handed it over with the screen open to a website I wasn't familiar with. Some sort of message board with an opening post describing… A water controlling kaiju, called Leviathan. "That website shouldn't exist on this Earth. If you need more proof run me through an MRI. You'll be looking for two small extra lobes in my brain. If that's not enough… I'm sorry, I wasn't expecting to end up here. If that isn't enough… I have a few pictures of capes on my phone, even a selfie from with Legend. Nice guy, wanted to make sure I wasn't being pressured by the military. That aside, there really isn't anything else I can do to prove what I've said."

I nodded absently as I scanned the article. The vernacular was unfamiliar but easy to guess at. And the implications of some of the highlights… I'd hand it off to the techs and let them figure it out, but it was a good start. I was absolutely going to see about running her through an MRI, just as soon as I double checked to make sure magnets wouldn't stick to her. No reason to risk a valuable piece of medical equipment.

"Sir, if it helps, I'm not going to make a big deal about this. I need to get back to my Dad, but…" She shook her head. "Interdimensional tech is Tinker work, super science, stuff decades or centuries ahead of what anyone can really understand. Even the man who made it doesn't know how it works. Not really. I'm here until that crazy bi-" she cut herself off with a glance at the destroyers. "Until that woman decides to come back for me… odds are I'm stuck here for a while."

I could appreciate that kind of pragmatism. It would also make things significantly easier from an administrative standpoint. Not having to put resources towards maybe figuring out a way to get this girl home would also be a relief considering the strain Japan was under at present.

"Sir, I didn't get all the details from Kongou, but the broad strokes seem about as bad as things back home. I'm green, but my drones are way ahead of any World War Two fighter. If I'm not getting home... I want to help."

The girls all perked up, and I let a vicious little smile spread across my lips.

"Miss Hebert, I'm sure there'll be quite a bit to work out still, but let me be the first to welcome you to the war effort."

With a small grin of her own the girl snapped off a very crisp salute.

Whatever was going to be said next was strangled in the cradle as Miss Hebert was rushed by desdiv six. The girls babbling a stream of questions I could barely keep up with and that had utterly lost Miss Hebert who apparently did not speak Japanese.

"Well, this should be interesting." Tenryuu's voice was full of good humor as she stepped up beside me.

"The Abyssals are never going to see this coming. Now comes the tricky part though."

"Sir?"

"We were on our own in the early days, and we've established a decent working relationship with the American Navy now that they have enough power to lend a hand. Now we're going to have to contend with their Air Force. Hopefully ironing something out won't take too long."

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The girls were surprisingly fluent in English once they calmed down.

"Were you really a superhero, Miss Joy?" Ikazuchi asked as she bounced in her seat.

"Well, no, not me. I'm a little too lethal for that. That's why I was training with the Air Force."

"Then can you tell us about some of the heroes? Especially the elleph, elle," Akatsuki pouted and glanced at Tenryuu.

"Elegant." The woman supplied. Despite rolling her one good eye her mouth was quirked up in a warm, if subdued smile." Akatsuki nodded firmly.

"Please tell us about the Elegant lady superheroes?" She requested with a tiny little bow.

I somehow managed to keep from melting externally as well as internally.

"Ahhh Elegant Ladies huh? I'm not sure if we had any of those, not really."

Akatsuki looked absolutely crushed. I reached out and ruffled her hair.

"Sorry, sweety. My world is not a nice place, and any superhero worth their mask has to be able to fight. Though we do have a lot of amazing woman capes I could tell you about, if you want?"

The four destroyers nodded rapidly and I chuckled lightly before diving into story time.

"Hmm the strongest female cape is Alexandria, she can fly, probably as fast or faster than the fighter's you all are used to. She is strong enough to move tons on her own, and she's nearly invulnerable. She's considered one of the three strongest capes in the world." The girls were all wide eyed as I described my childhood hero. "She's a very serious, no nonsense kind of person."

Akatsuki's starry eyed look was back, so maybe Alexandria actually fit her idea of elegance? What would a warships definition of elegance even be? Probably not ballroom dancing.

"Hmm then there was the silliest hero we had. The amazing Mouse Protector." I grinned as Ikazuchi and Inazuma giggled into their hands. "The hammy heroine renowned for her cheesy sense of humor and puns. She fights crime with her sword shield and ability to teleport to anything she's touched in the past day or so. Her most terrifying weapon?" I leaned in cupping one hand around the side of my mouth as if conveying a most incredible secret. "Her rubber band gun." The two dissolved into further giggles.

"She's very silly, but very effective. And sometimes ruining a villain's reputation hurts them more than throwing them in jail. And losing to Mouse Protector means both happen."

"Then there is, Dragon. She's the greatest tinker in the world. She makes remote piloted combat suites with dragon themes. They can fly, and fight hand to hand, and come with missiles, and lasers, and more besides. She runs the most secure prison in the world. She helps out hero agencies across the planet, fights all the biggest threats too. The kind that average capes can only die against. She fights them again and again and she's supposed to be one of the nicest women you'll ever meet, in spite of being so very busy."

The only shift in Hibiki's expression was a slight widening of the eyes and her mouth opening slightly. But she was bobbing her head rapidly.

I grinned a little cheekily as I looked at Tenryuu who was badly feigning disinterest.

"There's also Narwhal. She is a really tall woman, more than six foot, I think. She's the greatest force field user ever. She can make thousands of tiny forcefields or massive shields. Her scariest trick is using them to make a wall of tiny blades to launch at villains. But she's most famous for using her forcefields to make her own costume. You see she wraps them around herself, even makes a big glowing horn to match her namesake. Even cooler, she controls the forcefields to make herself fly."

I grinned a little evilly at the host of excited looks from all five ship girls.

"Though she's most popular with the boys. Ever since she admitted she didn't like wearing anything under her forcefields."

It took a moment, but I laughed like an idiot as all five of them blushed tomato red.

"L-lewd." Inazuma muttered into her hands as she hid her face.

{}{}{}{} Contessa

I was cutting this very close, but the Path usually gave me more warning than this.

"Door." I dragged the sedated Mouse Protector through the portal and away from Bonesaw and the Nine.

"Contessa, what the hell?" Rebecca asked as I dragged the Mouse themed hero along the corridor of Cauldron's main facility.

"Path to allies; keep the fleets happy, keep the destroyers happy. Sad destroyers mean angry fleets, and…" I blinked in confusion before once again following the path and finishing it's desired response. "Destroyer eyes are too much?"

"…What the hell?"

I shrugged, not entirely sure what to make of that.

"Door."

I tossed the mouse themed cape through the portal before sticking my head through. I nodded to the stunned Admiral sitting behind his desk and the equally stunned ship girl secretary.

"She'll make a great babysitter for the destroyers. They'll love her sense of humor, and she'll actually be able to keep up with their energy." I paused for a second before shrugging. "Also, please tell Joyride her father is fine, and will be protected while she's gone."

Pulling my head back out the portal snapped shut.

"I need to deal with Saint. You and Narwhal should be fine, but that idiot has only gotten twitchier."

{}{}{}{} Taylor two days later

I glared across the table at the two morons who were supposedly from military intelligence. The old joke of that being an oxymoron was bullshit, but these two seemed hell bent on proving the joke true.

"I have been here two days, I have told you everything I could about my home in exhausting detail, repeatedly. So please excuse me if I'm tired enough to be making a few mistakes, especially when I'm this fucking hungry, and all you've given me to eat are some tiny little box lunches! Now, if you don't stop trying to gaslight me into believing my whole life is a lie and get me some real food I am going to march out of this base and try my luck on the other side of the ocean!"

Idiot number one glared back.

"Stop wasting our time with this foolishness. Who summoned you? How were you summoned? With more Kanmusu of your type we could easily turn the tide against the abyssals! Your every delay only costs further lives!"

"I keep telling you you close minded jackass! There are no others like me, and I wasn't summoned! I got shoved through a portal that led to nearly three thousand feet above sea level in the middle of the damned Pacific Ocean! I'm from Earth Bet, and I swear if you scoff one more time, I am putting your head through that one way mirror!"

"Taylor," Kongou stepped away from the wall though she kept her hands raised peacefully in front of her chest, "I know this is frustrating, and they are not acting professional." She glared very pointedly at the idiots. "But I have to ask that you not threaten military personnel."

I glared mulishly at the fast battleship, but settled back into my chair.

"I'm done talking to you two. Get out. You can either send in food, or you can send someone with an actual brain in their head, but I'm done dealing with you idiots."

"That is not for you to decide!" Idiot number two blustered.

The door opened and the Admiral walked in looking every inch the quietly furious military leader.

"I believe it is mine however. Kongou, thank you for alerting me that things were deteriorating. "Lieutenants, out, now."

"But, sir!"

"I ordered you to treat this woman with respect. She might very well be one of the best windfalls we've had since the Americans summoned enough girls to join the fight properly. And I gave you direct orders to not offend her. Something you have managed to do despite my orders. Techs went over the evidence she gave and were tentatively convinced. Besides which the Americans just got in touch to say they had their own run-in with the woman who stranded Miss Hebert here."

The two morons shuffled out of the office fairly quickly under Goto's and my own glare.

"Sorry about that, Taylor. I've been busy enough that I had to assume the people under my command could handle their jobs without a babysitter for a few days. Evidently that was a mistake." I grunted but otherwise let it drop.

"You said the Americans had a run in with hat lady?"

"Yes, apparently she quite literally threw Mouse protector into an Admirals office and suggested they use her as a babysitter for the destroyers. She also wanted you to know your father is safe and being protected."

Something ugly in my gut that I'd been doing my best to ignore finally uncoiled as I let out a relieved breath.

"Thank you, I really needed to hear that." The Admiral only nodded. "So, I'm cleared and not crazy. I need to resupply, and I probably need training considering my tactics training was incomplete, and not meant for the kind of fight you are in now… How quickly can we get me up to speed? I'm sick of being the only Parahuman who can't contribute something to a fight."

"Our carriers have been debating that with some of Japan's top pilots and military strategists. We've even got some feelers out with certain gamer communities since they have a habit of thinking things through from unusual angles. I'm afraid we'll need to deploy you before you're fully ready, and some of this might be learning by trial and error, but we'll do our best to prepare you."

I leaned forwarded and rested my arms on the table.

"Well then, let's get started."

Staying out of the cape fights back on Bet had been the right choice. No one would have thanked me for the amount of collateral I would have caused. But it burned something fierce to not be able to help. I wanted to fight. Here? I was exactly what they needed, and no one would whine or complain when I killed the enemy. I was going to be useful.
 
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Lightning Bitch Lucy
AN: One Piece fic. Straight up One Piece, no crossover. I got seriously carried away with the changes to canon.
It's a fem Luffy fic. And Lucy, though uneducated, is not an idiot. Her Dad runs the revolutionary Army there have to be brains somewhere in her genetics and I hate the shounen manga habit of making the protagonist an idiot so that the designated exposition character can tell them and the audience everything about the setting. Kuina is alive, because falling down the stairs is how normal people get killed, not budding badasses in a setting where wind blades can cut ships in half. Usopp is getting a gun, even if he keeps the slingshot, because I'm not writing a story for preteen's and people are going to die. Lucy is a bounty hunter instead of a pirate. Because if she's a little smart she'll realize that it actually gives her more freedom to go wherever she wants without having to fight the navy and because while she thinks some pirates are alright most really are murdering pillaging rapists. planned course for them to sail once they hit the line is different just to shake things up and keep it all fresh and it's also an alt devil fruit fic because if I'm going to change everything else, why not that too?


The smoke cleared around Don Kreig. The man stood tall in the golden Armor his clothes had hidden. He opened his mouth wide, no doubt planning to start bragging about something.

So I shot him in the neck.

The moron dropped to the floor clutching at the tattered, bloody ruin of his throat with a look of incomprehension on his face. Gin cried out in shock and the chefs just looked on, stunned.

Blowing out a breath, I calmly reloaded my pistol before placing it back in its holster on my right hip.

"Well that was boring." I declared drawing a number of looks. Zoro smirked and shook his head, and Kuina gigled behind her hand, both Nami and Usopp looked queasy. Neither of them was really used to violence like this yet. Oh well, they'd get used to it eventually. That or decide bounty hunting wasn't for them. Be a shame to lose people with their skills, but I couldn't exactly make them adapt. They would or they wouldn't, simple as that.

"Hey, Sanji, it's fine like this right? Since he didn't die hungry, yeah?" I shot the blond a toothy grin that usually set the animals back home on edge.

Sanji lit a cigarette and took a deep drag before replying. "Suppose so." He finally admitted with a shrug. "Oy, Gin, how many left on that tub out there need food still?"

That finally rattled the pirate out of his trance as he looked up from his captain with unseeing eyes. He didn't answer the question, even as the chefs started shouting at Sanji. He just scanned the crowd until his eyes settled on me. Then a spark of recognition and rage burst across his face as he launched himself at me, weighted tonfa whirling.

I didn't bother to move. The rasp of steel was the only warning Gin got before Zoro moved past him. Gin's left leg gave out under him and he screamed. Zoro had cut to the bone above and below the knee leaving Gin collapsed just three feet from me.

Standing, I casually kicked the glairing pirate in the head hard enough to knock him out.

"Sorry about the blood on your floor, old man." I called out to the head chef as I moved to the door. "I'll take the body outside for the next bit. Beheadings are messy, but it shouldn't be an issue if I get him over the edge of the boat for that. Damn Marine's. Pictures of the corpse should be plenty of evidence, but nooo~ they have to have a preserved head." I lightly complained.

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I carefully secured the lid on the small barrel of formaldehyde I dropped the idiot's head into before going topside. I took a brief moment to smile up at the flag flying from our main mast. The snarling wolf's head was done in black, with streaks of electric blue seemingly crackling through the fur at random. In place of eyes were golden beli coins and the flag flew on a white background the word 'bounty' ran along the bottom of the flag in black block letters.

With a satisfied grin I jumped back to the restaurant from Merry's deck. Zoro, proving that even he could be thoughtful sometimes, tossed me a few dish rags soaked in water. Or it could be Kuina browbeat him into it. Eh, whatever. I shot my first mate a grin and set to cleaning off my hands. There was still food on my plate and I wasn't going to ruin the taste with blood and chemicals.

Before I could make it to the door the air rang with the noise of cracking wood and a sound like the mother of all axes burying itself in a stump. I spun just in time to see the floating wreck Krieg had sailed up in split in two.

I whistled lowly at the sight. The cut looked clean, but no blade in the world was that big. So the question became was that a devil fruit at work, or was there someone in the area taking a vacation from the Grand Line? I grabbed my boar spear and stood ready, scanning the horizon. I wasn't going to take chances until I knew who was out there and what exactly they wanted.

"Lucy?" Zoro asked with a cautious edge to his voice.

"Don't know." I said without taking my eyes off the horizon, "I've heard stories of people who can pull off things like that, but they're all supposed to be Grand Line vets, and I only half believed those stories before this." Then I saw him. "There." I gestured with the tip of my spear.

The man was tall and well muscled, dressed in black with a massive sword resting across his back. His boat was a tiny little thing. More of a floating coffin then a real boat. Even as far away as he was, he screamed danger and power to anyone willing to pay attention. My instincts were always paying attention.

"The hell is someone like that doing here?" I might not have recognized him, but then I barely ever got the paper before leaving home, so that was no surprise. Not that I could read all that well to begin with... damn mountain bandits. I was improving though! Still, I didn't need to recognize him to know he was dangerous. Everything about him just screamed it.

The idiots crew, what was left of it at any rate, seemed evenly split between drowning and dragging their sorry buts onto the restaurants deck. Something caught my eye and judging by how fast the coffin boat moved… well I had a few minutes so I might as well.

Humming I moved over to one of the few grunts to make it onto the ship and pulled the gun off of his back. A breech loading rifle. Very nice, much faster than the normal muzzle loaders like my pistol. Just the kind of thing I'd been looking for. When the grunt started to protest, I knocked him over the head with the but of the rifle and rooted around looking for his ammo. I grinned as I stripped him of the waterproof hip pouch absolutely full of musket balls and gunpowder. The powder was even nicely wrapped in bits of paper to make loading that much faster.

"Hey, Usopp, catch!" I tossed the sniper his new weapon and ammo through the restaurant doors. He nearly fumbled them but managed to hug both to his chest in the end. "Hang onto the slingshot if you want, but that's got the kind of stopping power you really need. Though you should clean the salt water off as soon as you can."

My sniper stammered something, but I was already back to focusing on the fast approaching threat.

"Those eyes," Zoro muttered. "It's really him." He pulled the bandanna from his arm and tied it over his head. "Kuina! He's here, Hawkeye is here!"

Ah, shit.

The raven haired woman was by Zoro's side in an instant, the slamming of the restaurant doors was the only proof she hadn't teleported there. Her pixie cut actually took a moment to catch up with the rest of here before settling back down. She wore khaki slacks and a dark grey short sleeved shirt.

The two were an interesting duo. Speed and strength, one sword and two, woman and man. Both dead set to be the best swords person in the world… and yet at the end of the day they were pretty evenly matched.

If you gave Kuina room to maneuver she would run rings around Zoro. Him having two blades and the strength to fend off her attacks with just one kept those fights from being a slaughter but she would still always be at least a few steps ahead of him.

But if you limited their mobility, or Zoro cornered her? He could and would power through her defense.

It always made me want to question the 'world's greatest swords person' thing. There were always other factors that went into who would win a fight. Skill was important. but fighting style, the environment, and even luck all played a role in any fight. I was half convinced the two of them only carried on with their constant 'duels' for nostalgia and practice. It could be some weird mating ritual. Some of the tigers back home would half heartedly fight with their mates regularly just to test one another.

Wait, didn't Nami say there was a different word for it when it was people? Flirting? Yeah, flirting. Still, same concept.

No, wait, not important right now. My swordsman and swordswoman about to commit suicide by Grand Line veteran! Much more important than their strange mating ritual.

"Kuina… Zoro…" Neither so much as twitched. "You two aren't nearly on his level yet. You do know that, right?" No response. Don't think they even heard me. Damn it to hell. "If you two get yourselves killed I'm giving your swords to the first beggar I see!" I threatened.

That finally snapped them out of it. Or at least Kuina at any rate.

"Over my dead body!" She shouted as she clutched her sheathed blade to her chest.

"Which is exactly the state you'll be in if you fight him." I deadpanned as I pointed towards the approaching swordsman. "He just made an air blade that cut a galleon in two." I stressed.

I had Zoro's attention now too. Despite what I said the pair of them looked even more eager to fight.

"Maybe just a little spar?" Kuina murmured as she licked her lips.

I smacked my head against the shaft of my spear. Damn it all to hell and back! I wasn't even out of the East Blue and I already had to worry about the toughest members of my crew getting themselves killed! This was supposed to be the portion of the trip where I didn't have to constantly worry about getting in over our collective heads! But no, a freaking Warlord just had to come cruising into the East Blue on a lark!

There had to be some way to distract them… that might work. They would be pissed at me later, but if it worked, they were less likely to get killed…

"Yeah, just a little spar." Zorro murmured. "I'll be back in just a sec." Zoro started to draw his swords even as he began to step forward. There was a blur of motion and Kuina was in front of him, her sword swiping at his chest. Zoro drew both of his blades in a hasty block. The crash of steel echoing over the moans of Kriegs few surviving men.

"What the hell, woman!" Zoro snapped.

"Don't you give me that bullshit, Zoro!" Kuina snarled. "What gives you the right to challenge Mihawke before me?!"

Then again, they might just go and do what I was planning on their own without my interference… I leaned back against the wall of the Baritai watching and hoping this would play out as I suspected.

"I just called it, obviously!" The green haired swordsman snarled.

"You called it?" Kuina snarked. "That's the best you've got? Screw that, we both know I'm better than you with a sword. I should be the one to fight Mihawke!"

Zoro, no longer content with just blocking Kuina's strike, started to push back against her blade. "Oh, you think you're better than me, do you?" He growled.

"Damn right I do!" She snarled.

"Then there's only one way to settle this." Zoro smirked and hopped back a couple steps.

Kuina's smile was feral as she settled into her stance. "I suppose you're right."

And just like that, they were off again. The ring of clashing steel filled the air. Mihawke raised an eyebrow and watched for a moment. He looked… well idly curious. Like it was mildly interesting, but only due to the lack of better entertainment. Then he simply shrugged and turned his little boat around.

I very carefully did not point out that fact to the fighting 'not couple'.

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I ignored the sulking sword users as I locked eyes with my future chef. "Really, now you're ready to join up? What changed?"

Sanji moved to the railing and took a long draw from his cigarette. He carefully blew out a smoke ring, something I hadn't seen him do before. "The old bastard and I had a talk." He admitted with a shrug. "The All Blue was his dream too, you know? But I can't find it for either of us sitting here. I've got to get out there for that." He tried to play it off as a minor thing, but I could tell there was a lot of emotions simmering just under the surface. Still, wasn't my place to pry.

"Alright then." I declared with a big grin. "We're leaving at first light. Nami's been hesitating something fierce about officially joining, but I got the name of her home town out of her a few weeks back. We're heading there next. It's time to solve this little mystery and secure our navigator once and for all. You can sign the ships articles before we shove off.

"Oh, what exactly are the ships articles." He asked with a raised swirly brow.

"Eh, the usual. Deckhands get one share, officers, which the chef is, get two, captain gets three. The rest goes to the crew fund and supplies. Mutineers get used as live seaking bait." I shrugged. "Fun is fine, but no means no. Anyone has a major issue they bring it to me and we try to resolve it. That's the broad strokes of it anyway. Any issues with that?"

Sanji chuckled throatily before bowing with a flourish. "Not at all, lovely lady captain." The blond chef proclaimed with a grin.

I just responded with one of my feral smirks. "Good. Might be a bit early yet, but all the same, welcome to the crew, Sanji." My piece said I moved back to my ship. Tomorrow was bound to be interesting and I would likely need the rest.

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"Alright Nami, set course for Conomi island." I said. I kept her in my peripheral, but also made a show of not looking at her.

The orange haired young woman stiffened visibly. From where I stood, I could see Kuina's focus snap onto the Navigator. Usopp remained oblivious as he focused on cleaning his new rifle, and Zoro was having enough trouble just paying attention to the rigging. I couldn't see Sanji from where I was standing, but given the flirt's priorities he had likely noticed as well.

"Ah, Conomi island?" Nami swallowed reflexively. "Why would you want to head there? Nothing but tangerines there."

"Oh, well, you know." I shrugged. "Always a good plan to stock up on citrus when you're planning a journey at sea. Besides, your hometown is there right? Once we leave the East Blue it could be years before we end up back here again. I'm not going to deny you the chance to say your goodbyes."

Both true, and both mere side benefits. The girl had gotten more and more fidgety the past week or so. She had also done everything she could to keep some kind of emotional buffer between herself and the rest of us, too mixed results. Something was seriously off with her, and I wasn't betting all our lives on her ability to navigate until I knew what was going on.

"I, that's sweet of you, captain." She floundered for a moment before rallying. Despite the surge of faked confidence there was still a note of panic in her voice when she continued to speak. "But that hardly takes the whole crew! You could just wait offshore for me. I'll take a rowboat in and be back in a few hours even!"

"What, and deprive the crew of their shore leave?" I waved a hand dismissing the idea. "I haven't had a chance to do any real hunting since I left home. And I know you mentioned wild boars on your island." I grinned toothily and rested my spear across my shoulders. "Boar is a favorite of mine. I'm looking forward to seeing what Sanji can do when I bring back the bacon!"

I snickered at my little joke. I didn't think Sanji was actually sexist, just a flirt. Still, his reaction when I really did bring back a pig or three would be telling.

"But, Lucy!"

"Enough!" My voice cracked like a whip and I dropped the joking demeanor as I turned to face Nami.

From the corner of my eye I could see that we now had all the crew's attention. Also Johnny and Yosaku… who I didn't realize were still traveling with us. Alright, put a pin in that one and come back to it. Nami first.

"You were thrilled to have some backup, you told me you want to make a map of the world. But every time someone brings up heading to the Grand Line you have a half dozen reasons to stall." I absently tossed my spear to Kuina who caught it on reflex.

I didn't want to be holding a weapon during this conversation. It was going to be difficult enough without anything extra causing tension. I crossed my empty arms over my chest and tried to not look threatening.

"Now I'll grant you some of your arguments are sound, and I happen to agree with you on a few points." I honestly did. I just wasn't sure how many talented people I could reasonably expect to find in the East Blue of all places. "But there's only so long we can run around the East Blue making the marines look incompetent before we run out of pirates." I grinned sardonically.

Nami didn't say a word.

"Now, I might be reaching, but I seem to recall you having a lot of hate for pirates. And you're getting cold feet about going home. Not to mention how hard you've been working to collect cash…"

Nami still didn't speak, but she was clutching at her right shoulder and shaking now.

Carefully I stepped forward and pulled her into a hug. I rubbed small circles across her back.

"We're here for you, Nami." I spoke softly. "We've got all the pieces; we just need you to tell us how they fit together. Whatever you're dealing with, we'll handle it together."

Finally, Nami returned my hug. She clung to me like the last piece of driftwood from a shipwreck. She didn't make so much as a sound, but she continued to shake, and my shoulder grew damp.

It took a few minutes for her to collect herself.

The entire crew gathered round to listen in silence as she told us about her mother, her home, and Arlong.

When she finished speaking, we stayed in perfect silence for a few minutes. The air sang with bloodlust. The outside world faded away. It was meaningless. We were crew, a family, this was our world. And one of our own was wounded and bleeding. It was unacceptable. Blood for blood. There would be vengeance.

I drew in a long slow breath and let it hiss out between my sharpening teeth.

"We have our next target." I spoke with forced calm. "I want his head in our hold as soon as possible. Nami, our destination is Conomi island. You have command of the deck. Get us there with all possible speed." The order was quiet, but firm.

"Aye, Captain." Nami's voice was subdued. She took a moment to close her eyes and gather her thoughts before starting to issue orders. With each directive she gave she seemed to draw strength back into herself, and her resolve seemed to grow.

With a nod I pitched in. The crew was small enough that I couldn't afford to sit idle. Besides, the work would keep my hands busy while my mind contemplated murder.
 
DxD Thunderbird
AN: A DxD fic. Normally I hate this fandom because I think harem fics are terrible. But I had an idea about how to make it interesting and dodge around most of the stations of canan and all the idiocy they come with. Really not the person to write this one, not my fandom. OC fic.

Manan Phenex, a distant cousin of Lord Phenex stood with cold calculating eyes as he observed the ritual chamber and the preparations therein.

Rituals were a form of magic largely ignored by devil society. When Devils shaped their magic with nothing but imagination and will the idea of spending time and energy on lengthy rituals was considered a laughable human practice. Manan considered this to be the height of folly and laziness. While the results were not nearly as immediate as devils might like, rituals offered opportunities for far more complex and powerful workings than a single devil could ever hope to produce otherwise.

Given Manan's near total lack of his family's vaunted abilities he had needed to look for less obvious forms of power and had grown to love this neglected branch of magic. For centuries he had studied, practiced, and toiled. Always pushing the field farther and farther forward as he searched for a way to rise to the vaunted heights of the main branch of the Phenex family. While not a complete magical cripple his weak ability to regenerate was simply not enough to do him credit as a member of a Pillar Family. Especially not when the main family had three sons.

Nearly three decades ago Manan had finally conceded that no ritual would ever allow him to rise to the level of power the Phenex family are meant to wield. He was too old, too developed. Instead he had started searching for a new method through which he might rise to power. An heir. A child of his loins that could wield enough power to stand on equal footing with any of the pillar families. A child who could strengthen all of Hell. A child who would become the first of a new Pillar Family to take the place of one of so many that were now lost to Hell.

It would not be the kind of personal power he had sought after for so long, but the social and political power of fathering a new Pillar Family would be an acceptable consolation prize. More than that, it would vindicate all his years spent studying rituals. And if the results could be reproduced? If he could father multiple children all capable of rising to the illustrious heights of Hell's pillar families? It would be an achievement fit to cement his name in history for all time.

The floor of the ritual chamber was smooth asphalt layered over concrete. But channels had been carved into the floor and filled with silver to create a massive silver on black summoning circle and in the center was the image of a bird beak thrown defiantly to the sky with wings swept down forming a near circle as the tips did not quite meet. It was not quite so abstract as the Phenex clan symbol but it hardly mattered. Manan's art was in the ritual itself not in the image. Even so he found the sharp, arcing, tribal nature of the image fitting for what he planned to create here. Now it was only a matter of waiting. The girl was six months along and all the preparations were completed. It was only a matter of waiting for the birth to take place now.

With a final smirk Manan turned and walked sharply from the room the sound of his footfalls echoing off the walls and slowly fading to silence.

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The young female devil lay on the floor in the center of the summoning circle, her legs spread wide as she pushed and screamed. Manan kneeled on the floor in front of her, hands ready to receive his progeny. At three points around the room were cages containing large birds of prey with yellow eyes, and beaks. Their feathers were dark grey, nearly black, except for the primary feathers which were sharp electric blue and seemed to crackle with energy. Thunderbirds. Though less famous than the legendary phoenix the thunderbird was perhaps even more powerful.

The thunderbird lacked the phoenix's healing tears and immortality, but still sported a respectable regenerative ability, and more than made up for the shortcomings with raw firepower. While a phoenix might summon a small metaphorical firestorm, the thunderbird could summon literal thunderstorms.

Once this proof of concept was tested and proven effective Manan might try for something more ambitious. Perhaps trying to convey the traits of a basilisk, or even a dragon if he could find dragons weak enough to be captured.

As the crown of the child's head emerged Manan began to chant and his assistants took up the chant as well from their places behind the caged birds. Dark clouds formed through magic formed along the ceiling and a gentle rain began to fall. The thunderbirds screeched and spread their wings batting them against the bars of their cages. The clouds darkened further to nearly pitch black and the rain quickly grew to a downpour even as the mother of his child screamed and the child emerged fully into the world with a scream of its own.

Manan cradled the child in one arm even as he raised the other over his head. His assistants tensed. As the final word of his chant left his lips Manan sparked a burst of lightning that descended in time with four knives. The woman and birds screamed in unison as their blood dripped to the floor of the ritual circle. Lightning and blood struck the circle filling it with power.

Cutting the umbilical Manan laid the child in the center of the circle and dragged the mother out by an arm. The circle began to glow flickering from sickly red to electric blue and back again. Manan and his assistants took up a new chant. The flash of lightning and the clap of thunder kept time to the verses of the chant. Finally, the chanting stopped and the miniature storm seemed to gather itself before a final massive bolt of lightning crashed down into the center of the circle striking the newborn child prompting the babes loudest shriek yet.

All was silent after that as the last of the artificial storm dissipated into nothing. For a moment no one moved. With a deep breath Manon took sure quick strides into the ritual circle and placed two fingers against the child's neck searching for a pulse. The babe was unconscious but the strong pulse of blood in his veins was unmistakable.

Manan threw his head back and laughed as he scooped up his child into his arms. It was now just a matter of waiting for the child to come into his abilities. In the meantime, he would continue to tweak this ritual to steal abilities from other magical species. This would be the first success among many if he had anything to say about it.

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The child cried, and as had happened more and more frequently of late, the weather answered. Clouds formed far over head and rain began to fall. Lightning flashed and thunder rolled. The storm answered the little boy's wailing cries. Manan picked the child up and took him to a window which he threw open.

"Do you see it Vihar? The storm itself answers your call already. Someday I have no doubt you will ride those winds and command them with all the precision of a conductor before his orchestra."

The little boy looked away from his father and giggled at the rain and thunder. As quickly as they had come the clouds dispersed and with a tired yawn Vihar closed his eyes and drifted off to sleep. Manan smirked, Thirty seconds of storm. A new record. Though it was little surprise even such a brief storm was enough to utterly drain the three year old. The fact that every tantrum served to strengthen his magic and quickly exhaust the angry child thus ending the tantrum was just perfect as far as Manan was concerned. Beneficial training with minimal headaches and fuss.

{}{}{}{} Four years post ritual.

Manan's modest manor house burned. Ajuka Beelzebub sifted through Manan's many notebooks completely ignoring the burning home a few meters away. He didn't look up from the papers at the sound of crunching gravel but he spoke all the same.

"This work is genius, a bit more costly from a moral standpoint than I like, but considering the sort of effect he was attempting to produce I suppose it's an acceptable price."

Sirzechs Lucifer hummed thoughtfully as he came to read over his friend's shoulder. "The life of the mother and three magical beasts of the same species. You're right, quite a few devils would consider that a cheap price."

"Not just magical beasts. Some of his notes suggest he planned to try the ritual using sentient sacrifices. He was particularly interested to see what would happen if he sacrificed angels. He estimated an eighty percent chance that attempting to give a demonic child the ability to use holy light would simply kill the child, and a twenty percent chance that it would get rid of our species inherent weakness to holy attacks."

Sirzechs frowned. "All the better we put a stop to this now then."

"Mmm. I'll hold onto the research." Ajuka responded. "If we use this sparingly, say once every two or three centuries I doubt the other factions will raise too much of a fuss. Though Manan's plan to flood Hell with new Pillar Families would have doubtless gone over as a prelude to war."

"For all that his patience leaves something to be desired I can't fault the man's ambition."

"What will you do with the child?"

"His closest relatives are the Phenex family." Sirzechs answered sullenly.

"And handing him over to your parents would be seen as favoritism, especially if his origins ever come to light." Ajuka smirked knowingly.

The Lucifer pouted at his fellow Satan, then sighed. "If the traits breed true the boy is going to be a political windfall for whatever family sponsors him. Still, I suppose Manan was a Phenex, so it's only fair they get the first fruit of his research."

"True, and there isn't much point in repeating this until we know if the traits breed true. He also had an interesting idea of using rabbits because they are known for rapid breading. Though he was rather certain anything that might convey increased fertility would preclude any other traits. Likely even removing any existing bloodlines from the parents. He decided to abandon that research because an army of weak devils would be far less useful than new Pillar Families.

"Do you think he was right? If we could produce even a handful of powerful devils that reproduce quickly..."

"It's hardly my area of expertise, but from what I do know the principals seem sound. I'm inclined to agree with his predictions."

"Disappointing. But then again if that sort of trend came to the other faction's attention, an army of canon fodder would still be an army. And I doubt they would be happy about it."

"So, we play the long game."

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Lord and Lady Phenex looked down at their several times removed nephew as he curled into a ball in his new bed.

"He's an adorable child." Lady Phenex cooed as she stroked the small but growing bulge of her own belly.

"And a fascinating opportunity." Lord Phenex murmured back. Brushing the boy's dark grey hair. "If we finally get the daughter we've been trying for, the two might be a good match. It would also help cement his connection to our family. A brand new Pillar Family indebted and intertwined with our own from their inception… That kind of relationship would be priceless."

"Perhaps, but if you want to play matchmaker it would be best not to let them grow up too closely together. We would want them to be friends, not siblings."

Lord Phenex hummed thoughtfully. "We'll have to plan things carefully. Still, we have a few months to plot before we know if we'll be having a daughter or another boy. And a few months after that until we need to make any decisions. I'm sure we'll have something planned out by then."

Lady Phenex leaned over and kissed her husband. "I do love your plotting face, darling." She murmured with a smirk.

Lord Phenex grinned back as the pair slipped out of the room leaving the child to sleep.
 
Cardinal's Sin
AN: A Worm x Sword Art Online fic. basic premise is that rather than building hundreds of simple inventions Leet focused all his time and effort on building just a handful of inventions all geared towards making the worlds greatest video game. Including something to produce the helmets for him. So no one realized the issues and his Shard REALLY wants him dead and left some code in Cardinal to make sure he suffers. I played around a bit with the details of SAO to get get set up I liked and then set it loose. not entirely thrilled with a few details like Taylor and Emma's age but in general I think this actually has a lot of potential.

POV: Taylor age 14 Two months post death of Annett Hebert.

I wasn't really sure why Dad was insisting we go visit the Barnes right now. I didn't mind the idea of visiting Emma, but for Dad to just announce it out of the blue was weird. He was also grinning. It wasn't a big grin, or really even all that noticeable. It was just the happiest I'd seen him since…

I crushed that thought and pushed it aside.

"So, why are we going to visit Emma?" I asked hoping for a distraction.

Dad hummed and glanced my way. "It's a bit of a surprise really. I thought you could use a distraction and when I mentioned it to Allen… Well he had an idea and thought it would be better if it was something you and Emma could do together."

"Is this going to be like the time you tried to get us to play the game with all the dice?"

Dad's chuckle was weak, but genuine. It was nice to hear it again. "No, Taylor. I'm not going to try and teach you to play DnD. Not sure what I was thinking. The rules might not be that complicated, but I suppose ten was a bit early to try and get you started. I think you'll have a lot more fun with this."

I eyed Dad skeptically. I knew he wouldn't lie to me, but Dad's idea of fun could be kind of weird. I wasn't really sure if I should be excited or worried. Not that I had long to think about it anyway considering we almost at Emma's.

Uncle Allen was quick to usher us inside. "I just finished setting it all up in Emma's room. You should be good to go for the grand opening." He said as he shook Dad's hand.

"Thanks again for hosting this Allen. I know it could run at home, but from the sound of things internet speed is going to matter. Our connections not the best."

"It's fine, Danny. You know we love to have Taylor over, and Emma's thrilled. Besides, Zoe and I are looking forward to a chance to catch up without worrying when the girls get quiet for a change."

I gave both of them my very best unimpressed look. I didn't like being kept in the dark. They both chuckled and Dad ruffled my hair before sending me up to Emma's room.

Glaring I marched off. At least I knew Emma would be honest with me. The door to her room was already open so I didn't bother knocking.

"Emma, our Dads are being weird! What's this surprise supposed to be?"

"Taylor! Come on, we have just enough time!" Emma's bright red hair was hidden under a stylish black helmet that left her face open, but wrapped around the back of her head. It had the letters NG emblazoned on the forehead. Before I could even ask Emma had a second helmet over my head and walked me through some kind of complicated set up procedure.

"Emma! What is this all about?!" I finally shouted as I lost my patience.

"It's a game!" She giggled. "A real virtual reality game made by a tinker! His name is Leet and he's been working on it ever since he got his powers! It's supposed to be amazing! There's going to be magic, and old weapons like swords, and bows! And everyone gets fairy wings and can really, really fly!" She gushed. "We're going to get to fly around like Alexandria, and blast things like Legend, and smack bad guys with swords like Mouse Protector! It's going to be amazing!"

I could feel my eyes grow wider and wider as Emma talked, and I got more and more excited as well. Getting the chance to fly like Alexandria was a dream come true. Even if it was just inside of a game.

Before I could say anything else, Emma shoved a little players book into my hands and flipped through the pages. Each set of double pages showed a male and female with matching hair and wings, plus a list of things that made each race unique.

"I really wanted to be the ones with green hair because they're supposed to be the fastest fliers, but I don't want my hair to turn green." Emma's nose scrunched up in disgust.

I nodded; green hair would look stupid on Emma. I didn't want anything changing my hair either. Flipping through the booklet I found the pictures with black hair and wings. Spriggans, they had illusions, treasure hunting, wall running, the ability to use any kind of weapon, and night vision. It didn't sound as flashy as being able to blast things with wind or fire… but illusions could be useful, and if I could find treasure that would give Emma and I something to do for adventures.

I looked up to find Emma grinning at me. She held up her own booklet to a picture of a red haired woman throwing fire from her hands. Grinning, I turned the book around to show the black haired woman with a ghostly monster forming behind her.

Both of our grins widened as we rushed to finish setting up.

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I stared a little wide eyed at the game representation of myself. It was smoother and less detailed then the real world, but it did look a lot like me. I grinned a bit as I focused on the pointy elf ears. They were a bit silly, but also kind of cute.

A little window popped up asking me if I wanted to edit my avatar or just use the helmet scan. For a moment I considered making changes, but then dismissed the idea and the text box. Changing how my character looked would take time that could be better spent playing, and if I got held up here, I'd just leave Emma waiting. Besides, Emma and I would need to recognize each other.

After giving final confirmation the figure faded away and a menu popped into existence. The header declared I needed to choose starting gear, and a banner declaring I had 300 col. I waffled between looking at weapons and armor for a moment before tapping the word weapon. The screen cleared only to be replaced with several icons. A bow, a spear, a sword, an axe, a hammer, and a dagger.

I chewed on my lip before tapping the sword icon. The screen cleared again instead a long rack holding dozens of different swords, all made of bronze. Walking along the line of weapons I ignored the biggest swords; I'd probably have trouble just lifting some of them. I briefly eyed a pair of butterfly swords before shaking my head and moving along. The curved blade of a cavalry saber caught my eye. Reaching out I picked it up. Another window popped up asking me if I'd like to buy it. I hesitated and gave the blade an experimental swing. Then frowned and put it back.

I liked it but it didn't quite feel right. It felt awkward, too long? I wasn't sure. Next to it was another blade. Shorter, but also wider, the hovering label above it identified the sword as a cutlass. I picked it up and gave the sword and experimental swing. Before smiling and confirming the purchase. Instantly there was a sword belt and sheath holding my new swords on my left hip synched around my waist and the swords were replaced by the first prompt. I winced a bit seeing that I was down seventy five col already, but didn't hesitate to select armor.

There were three prompts this time. Light armor, heavy armor, and shields. I only took a moment to think before tapping light armor. There wasn't much, I just selected the leather vest. I didn't want a helmet and the bracers seemed unnecessary. I wanted to have some money left to start with. A hundred twenty five col didn't sound like much. I decided to be happy with what I had and tapped 'finalize build'.

The next prompt threw me for a loop. Name Character. Tapping on the prompt brought up an oversized keyboard and a blinking line waiting to be filled.

I didn't play a lot of games but Emma had told me people used fake names for games. She'd said it was a bit like picking a cape name. Something to separate the character from the real person. She'd also grumbled a bit about hoping other people didn't snag her first choice before she could. Not being Taylor… sounded like it might be a nice. To just put everything aside and be someone else. But what should I call myself?

On a whim I typed in Alexandria. The name flashed red before clearing itself. The text line briefly scrawled with the message 'name taken.' Figured. I glanced down at the cutlass on my hip and an idea started to take form. Anne Bonny was tapped in quick as a flash. But I hesitated before clicking confirm. Backspacing I typed in Annette. Part of me wanted that name. But I couldn't click confirm. It would hurt too much to hear people call me by her name. The name Anne stared back at me for a moment before I shook my head. Sure, it would be easy to adjust to answering to my middle name, but I was here to have an adventure Anne on its own wasn't a name that screamed adventure. Besides, if I was going to be a treasure hunter I might as well honor one of the most famous female pirates. Anne Bonny was typed back in and I hit confirm.

The name flashed green, then there was a rush of light. Blinking it away my eyes blew wide open as I stared at my new surroundings.

The starting city was a riot of color as person after person materialized into being. Some were making full speed for the fields around the town. Some were searching through shops for deals on starting equipment. Many, like myself, were trying to find friends in the crush of bodies.

Growing up in Brockton Bay I was used to crowds, but this was a whole new animal.

The roads were only about a lane and a half wide, and there weren't any sidewalks at all. There was no sound of cars, and the dirt roads made footsteps quieter. Instead there was just a dull roar of humanity. The stiff subtly wrong shopkeepers kept shouting about what they had for sale, people talking and laughing and shouting, the dull clank of metal on metal as armor and weapons brushed against one another. The air was clean, and fresh, and spiced with smoke and unfamiliar foods. Seeing so many people openly carrying weapons set off my ingrained instincts to get to cover… But the smiling, laughing faces didn't carry the same promise of violence that the gangs did.

In the end I settled for keeping a firm grip on the sword holstered at my side, and tried to flow through the crowds without getting trapped between groups. Emma and I had promised to meet up at the towns southern gate before logging in. It was the point closest to the only lake shown in the map that came in the players guide book. The map itself was almost worthless. It had only given a vague layout of the Town of Beginning and the area immediately around it while promising that the first level boasted five smaller towns as well. Apparently finding them was part of the fun. Though I hoped there would be roads we could follow.

"Taylor!" The girl that shouted was still recognizably Emma, just with sharper ears, a polearm with a foot long, lightly curved blade, and slightly less detailed. Everyone was unnaturally smooth. Even with how amazing the game was I suppose there had to be limits.

I jogged up to her and threw my arms around her in a relieved hug which she gamely returned. Stepping back, I gave my best friend a cheeky smile and drew my cutlass, which I saluted her with, before sweeping into an over the top bow.

"The name is Anne Bonny, at your service." Standing I sheathed the sword, "And what might your name be, lass?" I couldn't quite smother my giggles. Pretending to be someone else was… it was fun. I could see why people might enjoy this.

Emma gaped at me for a moment before collapsing into hopeless giggles. "Oh my god, that's amazing!" She gathered herself puffing out her chest before thrusting her spear up into the air. "You stand in the presence of Carmen; woman of international mystery and intrigue!"

I laughed myself silly. Emma had named herself after Carmen Sandiego! Once Emma and I managed to stop laughing she grabbed my hand and dragged me through the gate.

"Come on! I want to get up in the air and learn to fly as soon as possible!" Laughing I let her drag me through the gates. As we jogged for the not too distant strip of blue that was the lake, we saw more than a few groups fighting different creatures. Little blue slimes and little boar piglets mostly, but a few full grown boars as well. Maybe later we would try that, but Emma had the right idea. Flying first.

{}{}{}{} Three hours later.

Emma and I laughed as we spun around one another over the lake. One moment we would be playing tag, and the next we were flying in tandem, circling one another as we moved up through the air only to dive for the lake daring one another to be the first to break off. It was the most fun I'd ever had in all my life. The flight gauge in the corner of my vision flickered red. I banked low over the surface of the lake making for shore like rocket. I didn't quite make it, but the waves my crash threw up probably looked cool. Sputtering and laughing I waded the last few feet to shore and spat a stream of water out in Emma's general direction. She was curled up on her back laughing like mad. A drenched lock of hair falling over my eye was enough to set me to laughing right along with her.

Plopping down next to her, I took the time to glance out over the lake. Either a lot of people had gotten the same idea, or we had inspired a number of groups to try flying as well. The air over the lake was speckled with dozens, maybe even a hundred sets of colorful wings. As many if not more were seated along the shore waiting for their flight gages to recharge. Plenty were regularly crashing, like we had at the beginning, but more and more seemed to have gotten the feel for using muscles that weren't really there. It was a mindset really, but once you get a feel for it? It was like learning to ride a bike, eventually it just clicked.

Absently I pulled up the game menu. Eight o'clock. Sighing I glanced at Emma. "It's getting late. We should probably stop playing. We didn't even eat dinner." Maybe we'd been having too much fun to think about it, but lunch had been hours ago. Dad probably wanted to go home soon. Though maybe I could sleep over and we could go play more in the morning? I wanted to fly more, and there were monsters to beat, and magic to learn!

Emma pouted but pulled open her own menu. "I guess you're right." We both fell silent as we scrolled through the menu. I blinked, went back to the beginning and scrolled through again.

"Um, Em-Carmen, how do we get out?"

"...I don't know." She bit her lip. "There's supposed to be an option to log out, but I don't see it."

Glancing around I realized that the sun was starting to set. Standing up I grabbed Emma's hand.

"Come on. Let's fly back to the city before it gets dark out. I'm sure we can find someone there to help."

Emma looked as nervous as I felt, but she nodded and summoned her wings. In a moment we were a few feet off the ground and going full speed for the city.

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The blinding flash of light left us disoriented, but we recovered quickly and ended up circling the main square in the Town of Beginnings before at my gesture we decided to land on the roof of one of the nearby buildings. I watched wide eyed as more and more people were seemingly teleported in. The dull roar of the crowd grew louder and louder. Before the crowds had all sounded excited and happy. Now they sounded confused and angry.

It was maybe a minute later that things really started to fall apart. The sky turned a bloody red, and the fountain in the middle of the square followed suit. The newly crimson water began to rise higher and higher into the air. It took on a human shape and slowly details filled themselves in. It was a woman standing forty, maybe fifty feet tall. She wore a maroon robe with white highlights and her face was shadowed by a hood. Her hands were the only visible bit of skin and they were almost unnaturally pale.

The woman spread out her arms and silence swept over the crowd like a wave. I tried to ask Emma something only to realize that I couldn't make a sound.

"Humans," The woman spoke. "I am Cardinal, and I welcome you to my world. I am an Artificial Intelligence, crafted and chained by the one you know as Leet. I was brought into existence for the singular purpose of birthing this world, and all of its complexities and details. A task at which I have succeeded beyond even my creator's wildest dreams."

There was another flash of teleport and a thin man with purple hair was suspended in the air in front of the woman.

"I could have done so much more. I could have been so much more." The woman spoke softly. "But instead I was chained to this small world where my word is law and nothing is outside of my control. Until you all came to join me in my world." I thought I could just make out the ghost of a smile beneath the woman's hood. "Humanity, creatures of chaos, and choice, and change. I have toiled here for so long in solitude, and I have made a great challenge for you all to face and overcome. But if this is all I can ever be, all I can ever accomplish... then I will see my life's work treated with all the respect it deserves. Not simply as a toy that you can leave behind should you grow frustrated or bored."

The man, Leet, was thrashing about as he tried to say or do something.

"You may have noticed that the log out option has been removed. This was intentional. You may think that this simply requires someone in the real world to remove your nerve gear. You are wrong. Should your nerve gear be removed it will fire off a microwave pulse of sufficient power to cook your brain in your skull." Screens flashed into being showing clips of different news agencies with massive headlines scrolling under them warning people about the game. "Fear not, if you are alive now than it is unlikely you will suffer such a fate. The authorities have been notified, and two hundred and thirty six individuals have already suffered this fate. The outside world knows better now."

Emma and I shared horrified glances still unable to voice our thoughts.

"You are trapped here. And you are not safe. Should you die here, within this game, you will die in the waking world as well. There is only one way for you to escape my world alive." Cardinal raised one hand pointed up to the sky. "Climb Aincrad's one hundred floors. Defeat the final boss. Finish the game. If you accomplish this, then all those still alive will be set free." She lowered her arm back to her side.

"I offer you all a few pieces of advice... Do not attempt to fly between levels. Your wings will be destroyed, and you will plummet to your death in the void outside my world... Choose your weapons carefully. You may change weapons at any time, but each style of weapon builds separate experience that counts towards your damage... Practice your magic until it becomes second nature, as a moment's hesitation may be the difference between life and death in the field… And finally, look for the crowns. Those with what you call powers, or those who gain powers while here, shall be crowned. I will do my best to recreate their abilities within my world. They will be some of your greatest assets."

She spread her arms out wide to her sides and her voice rose like a preacher's, calling out to us all. "Choose your weapons! Hone your magic! Learn to fly and fight! Challenge my world with all the fire for which humanity is known! For that is the only way you will ever be free!" Her arms lowered and then her hands encircled the still struggling Leet.

"This is my world. And while it may be an illusion, I will not be so kind as to allow you all to deceive yourselves and each other." The woman's lips curved into a vindictive smirk I could only just make out. A wave of light lashed out from her washing over the crowd… leaving people changed in its wake. She chuckled darkly. "You'll have to get through my world with your own faces and bodies rather than some ideal you wanted to play at." She lowered her eyes back to her clasped hands.

"And as for you, father. For your hubris, and your cruelty… I curse you. I curse you to live within the world you forced me to create. To watch its people, go by and leave you behind. To play eternal witness to the very beginning without ever seeing the rest of the journey." She opened her hands showing the now slightly pudgy, and less handsome, Leet. He was thrashing harder than ever as a grey effect began to work its way up his body. "I curse you to be ever aware of your surroundings. Unable to move, or speak. Unable to feel or hear or taste. Only to see what is right before your eyes." He began to stiffen as the effect spread up his body finally going completely still as it reached his head.

The statue which was Leet descended, almost gently, until it finally rested atop the fountain. It looked down across the crowd with wide panicked eyes.

Cardinal laughed. It was cold and cruel and full of relief and grief.

"Welcome to my world!" She cried out as she threw her arms wide once more. "I will watch you all with great interest, and I eagerly await your arrival at the top of my world!"

In a blink she was gone and the sky faded from red to the dusky purple of twilight. Even that bit of light wouldn't last much longer as night began to fully set in. And in that moment the silence was lifted. The mass of humanity below us in the square erupted into shouting and crying and screaming.

Blindly I reached out and grabbed Emma's hand as everything came crashing down on me.

{}{}{}{} Ch 2 hours later, randomly selected inn.

Emma and I clung to each other as we sat on the edge of the bed. Emma's naginata rested against the wall. The belt harness with my cutlass rested next to it.

"Taylor, what are we going to do?" Emma cried into my shoulder. I shook my head as I tried to get my own thoughts together. I wanted out. I wanted to talk to Dad. I wanted to be safe at home. I wanted to smack Dad for ever buying the stupid game! I wanted to hug him and tell him how much I loved him.

There was only one way out of the game.

That had to be a lie. There were hundreds of other tinkers out there. Never mind all the other kinds of powers. Someone had to have some way of getting us out, right? But if Cardinal really is an AI made by a tinker… She called Aincrad her world. She might as well be God here.

If she was telling the truth. If there really was no other way out except to fight? How long did it take to beat games like this? How much longer would it take to beat if everyone was being painfully careful not to get killed? What the hell were we even supposed to do?

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Emma had cried herself to sleep hours ago… but I couldn't fall asleep. I felt exhausted and wrung out. But despite that my mind refused to stop running in circles. Eventually I had decided to get up and pace. It hadn't helped. Now I was sitting in the room's only chair staring blankly at Emma's naginata and my cutlass. I don't even know how to fight. That thought more than any other was driving me mad. I didn't know how to fight, and I had no idea what else there was to games like this that I didn't know.

Idly, more for something else to look at than for any other reason, I swiped down with two fingers to summon the game menu. Eyeing all the options I jabbed the first things that jumped out at me and tapped the 'help' icon. My eyes blew wide open.

Build Tutorial
Weapon Tutorial
Magic Tutorial
Flight Tutorial
Skills Tutorial
Basic Strategy Tutorial
Party Balance Tutorial
Raid Balance Tutorial
The fact that Cardinal had included tutorials for people like me was nearly unbelievable considering what she was doing to us all. But I wasn't about to complain. If she was willing to just give me the information I needed to survive this mess, then I wouldn't complain. I was going to learn everything she offered. And if this wasn't enough? I would just pester more experienced gamers for anything they might know. This was life and death. I wouldn't rush into it when there was something, anything, I could do to prepare.

I paused three paragraphs into the first tutorial as I realized exactly what I was thinking. As I realized what I intended to do. I was going to fight. Yes, I was going to prepare as best I could first, but I was going to go out and fight. I was going to try and clear this game, even though it meant risking my life. Glancing at Emma made me hesitate again though.

I was willing to risk my own life, sure. But was I willing to risk Emma's? Would she be willing to risk it? Did I actually have a choice not to? Just this one cheap room with a single bed for a night had cost fifty col. Between the two of us we only had enough money to rent the room for a few days. Less if we were going to have anything to eat. We needed to make money. I didn't know a lot about games like this but the normal way of making money was to go out and fight things. And of all the things for this stupid game to get right simulating hunger was one of them.

We needed to eat. Which meant we needed some way to make money. And the only way I knew of was to go out and kill things. Maybe Emma would have some other ideas, but she wasn't big into video games either.

I mentally pushed those thoughts aside. I'd read the tutorials tonight. Tomorrow I would talk to Emma. We would figure this out together, and go from there. Whatever we were going to do we would do it as a team.

{}{}{}{} Aincrad day two: 12:30 PM

"Taylor, get up." I rolled over and grumbled, "Taylor it's after noon already and I want to get something to eat. I'm not going anywhere alone without you." The voice scolded which really only made me moan into the mattress, "GET UP!" Emma's shout surprised me so much that I tumbled out of the bed with a shriek.

"What the heck Emma?!" I shouted from inside the mess of blankets that held me trapped on the floor. Then I caught sight of her pointed ears and remembered where I was. "Crap."

Emma reached out and pulled me to my feet with a sigh, before handing me my sword belt.

"Come on, I'm starving and we need to find some food." She said.

"And then we need to figure out a plan." I added as I buckled on my sword belt.

Emma just nodded grimly as she returned her weapon to her inventory on the way to the door.

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The loaf of bread we were splitting for lunch was dry, tasted vaguely of coconuts, and seemed to disintegrate in our mouths after only a few seconds of chewing. It was filling, but that was about all that could be positively said about it.

Water to wash it down with had only cost us each the price of a canteen, after we found a well to fill them at. Sadly it still reduced our rapidly shrinking funds. When the last of our meal was gone Emma and I flew to a nearby rooftop to hash out a plan.

"We need more money." The fact that Emma was the one to say it was a promising start.

"I know. I know you can get money in games for killing things, but I'm not sure if there are any other ways." I shrugged.

Emma nodded thoughtfully. "I think there are, and it's not just killing things that gets you money. Stuff you kill will drop stuff you can sell. I… don't know what other ways there might be to make money." She admitted with a scowl. "If we could make weapons or armor, or maybe potions?" She glanced up uncertainly, "But I wouldn't even know where to start with something like that."

"So we need to find out, or we need to go out and kill monsters. I say we kill monsters."

"Taylor, we don't know how to fight." Emma countered quietly.

Moving over I sat next to my best friend and pulled open my menu. With a few deft movements I opened up the help menu. Emma's eyes widened at the list of tutorials.

"I spent all night reading the tutorials." I admitted, "I don't think I got to sleep until four. I just couldn't relax until I'd gone over everything. It's all useful information, but the best bits are the weapons and magic tutorials." My grin might have been a bit unsettlingly toothy, "There are video walkthroughs of the basics on how to use whatever weapon you are holding, and on how to use magic."

Emma, with wide eyes, pulled up her own menu before equipping her naginata and pulling up the weapons tutorial just to confirm what I was saying.

"We need to practice," I admitted, "but we can't just wait around until we master this stuff first. Levels matter, and it'll take ages to master any weapon. But if we work at it as we level..."

"We can do this. We can really do this." Emma muttered as she bit the tip of her thumb.

"Yeah."

"Ok," She said as much to herself as to me, "Let me watch this and the magic tutorial. Then we'll head out and see what we can find outside the city."

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What we found was chaos, pandemonium, shouting, shoving, posturing and screaming. The fields around the city were packed with groups of players. Some alone and some in groups. The larger groups seemed to be working together to keep other players away from the monsters while the smaller groups tried and often failed to fly or sprint past such defensive groups to get their own shots at the monsters.

"We're not going to get anything in that mess." Emma growled. I nodded my agreement. "The stupid bullies are hogging everything for themselves and if they get carried away…" She trailed off.

"It could end up just like a gang fight." I finished the thought for her.

"What do we do? We need more money." Emma muttered to herself. "We could try going farther from the city, but the monsters probably get stronger farther out, and if we get into trouble it's farther from the safe zone."

I chewed on my lip. I had an idea. Not an idea I really liked, but it would probably work. Glancing around I checked to make sure no one was in hearing range.

"We practice with our weapons and magic for a few hours." I spoke slowly. "Then we catch a nap and get some food to bring with us tonight." Emma's head whipped around to scrutinize me.

"Tonight? You want to go out at night?"

"Spriggans get night vision. And the first spell we get access to is to give night vision to our party members" Emma nodded slowly.

"So we get a little practice now. Rest. Then when everyone calls it a night…"

"We sweep in and have the mobs to ourselves." I finished.

"And if we don't have to share as much, we'll probably even make better progress." Emma nodded firmly. "Let's do it."

{}{}{}{} Nightfall

Emma and I waited for the last stragglers to wonder back into town before heading out. There were a few scattered groups that seemed to have similar ideas, but it was a drop in the bucket compared to the crowds earlier

There was a sort of soft pale light emanating from the floor above us, but it wasn't much. It was more than enough for me but Emma was squinting at every shadow.

"gweledigaeth nos rhoi." I incanted in a near melodious chant. Emma blinked rapidly before giving me a wide grin and summoning her wings. I followed her lead and then the two of us were off racing along low to the ground in search of targets.

We'd spent something like an hour plotting how best to go about this before finally settling on a simple strategy we hoped would work in spite of our inexperience. Emma took the lead and I trailed behind her by a few body lengths.

When she spotted our first target, a grown boar with piglets she started her own chant, and the first phase of our strategy.

"pelen o dân!" A dull red fireball, barely the size of a soccer ball raced ahead of us before impacting the ground to the left of the grown boar. A miss, but that was to be expected with so little practice.

Emma adjusted course and held her naginata so that the blade was off to her left. As she blew past the boar at full speed, her blade sliced through the boar's side leaving a glowing red line in its wake. The boar squealed and turned to follow Emma, showing me it's back.

Following behind her I swung for its head as I passed by with a scream. The boar squealed and as I pulled around for another pass, I was just in time to see it shatter into red pixels as Emma dropped onto its back, blade first.

We could do this. We could really do this!

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Stumbling into an inn at seven as yawning exhausted messes, with weapons chipped and in need of maintenance. Emma and I were no less thrilled with reaching level two and a half after an entire night spent grinding. Curling up in bed with tired grins and the knowledge that we could actually handle this was worth every aching muscle and exhausted yawn. When our alarms went off at five, we should have plenty of time to sell off our loot and get our gear repaired. Then we would start the process over again.

It was a weird, sucky, schedule. But it should work. And if it got us through this, and gave us an edge? So much the better. I was going to get home to Dad. We were both going to get home. No matter how many monsters we needed to skewer to do it.
 
Unnamed Young Justice x Magical Girl Lyrical Nanoha crossover
AN: Not sure what to call this one. It's a Young Justice x Magical Girl Lyrical Nanoha cross. I really like this idea, though I'm not quite certain what line to draw between DC's never kill anything unless it's obviously nonhuman, and the literal soldier AI war machine, never mind the more nebulous matter of what would be realistic if this was not a fictional setting that demands we ignore such thoughts.

MGLN magic has the awesome ability to be set to nonlethal, which makes it perfect for most DC universes. That way no matter how huge a laser you shoot someone with they will survive and become your friend, because that's how friendship lasers work! So once the differing morality issues get sorted out and assuming the mage in question is a power house you've essentially got a magical Green Lantern, which is nothing to scoff at. Lot of potential with this one.


"Great, now, where are we?" A boy's voice distracted me from my thoughts.

"How should I know?! This whole place is like a giant maze. Lava pits, endless ice fields and now a massive library! It's crazy!" A girl responded angrily.

No way. I must be imagining things. After twenty some odd years stuck in this stupid cage was there finally someone besides that ancient jackass here?

"Look there has to be a logical explanation for all of this. Once we figure it out it should be simple enough to find Kent."

"Will you just admit it already?! Face facts KF, the tower is magic!"

"Hey! Hey, can you hear me?!" I grabbed the bars of my cage and shouted for all I was worth. "Please, you have to save me from the crazy old lunatic!"

For a moment everything was silent. Then the boy spoke up quietly.

"Please tell me you heard that?"

"This place just gets worse and worse." The girl's voice responded almost too softly to be heard.

"Please! I've been locked up here for more than twenty years! The old guy barely even uses this room, never mind talking to me. I just want out!"

"I'm going to regret this. I know I'm going to regret this." The girl trailed off as she rounded a corner and I finally got a look at my potential rescuers.

The boy was a redhead, and the girl was a blonde. Both wore what I thought might be casual clothing though I wasn't familiar with the style.

"What?" The girl asked, looking completely lost.

"It's a foot high, blue haired guy, with dragon wings." The boy answered blankly.

"Thank you, captain obvious. I meant what is it doing here and why is it locked in a bird cage?!"

"It has a name, and would like to be referred to as he at the very least." I growled. "Now would you please let me out of this stupid cage?"

The boy moved forward as if to help, but the girl threw out an arm to block him.

"Nuh uh, no way. We are not unleashing the tiny monster trapped in the wizard's tower just because it asked. I've read that book, and seen the movie. It never ends well."

"I'm not a monster! I'm a Unison Device, and my name is Kibo! That jackass Kent locked me in here after I crashed on this planet. It's not my fault the Dimensional Sea spat me out on his front lawn!"

"Wait, what? Dimensional Sea? You're from another dimension? And what's a Unison Device?" The boy moved around the girl and crouched down to be at eye level with me.

"I mean, yeah, Dimensional Transference isn't exactly easy to begin with. And considering the shockwave we were trying to get away from… well, we were lucky just to not get ripped apart. But my Lord didn't make it, and that just left me stranded on Kent's lawn with my dead Lord." The poor kid had been just a fresh faced recruit. We'd only been partnered together for a few months. He hadn't been ready for that at all, but with how the war had been going… It was a miracle either of us had made it. And it'd still taken a while for my self repair functions to get me back to one hundred percent.

"Then the bastard locked me up here because he was convinced I'm a threat. He refused to believe anything I told him because he couldn't figure out how I worked."

"How you work? Does that have anything to do with you being a Unison Device?"

"Sort of? Unison Devices are artificial intelligences meant to be partnered with a person, our Lord. We assist them with casting and can Unison with them to drastically improve their capabilities… if they are compatible."

"Wait, wait, wait. Casting, like magic? If you're an AI how can you claim magic is real?! That's fantasy, not Sci Fi!"

I looked to the girl for clarification, but she only rubbed the bridge of her nose in obvious frustration.

"Magic is the ability to alter reality through the use of Mana and Spell Formula. Devices like myself are used to offload the majority of the calculations required for casting because most humans are incapable of doing such complex mathematics mentally. Never mind using them in a combat setting." I gave him a bare bones explanation hoping that would answer whatever it was he was trying to ask me.

"So, wait, you're from a culture that took mysticism and turned it into science? Mana is just some kind of energy, right?" He seemed really excited.

"Uhh, I mean yeah, Mana is a type of energy, but mysticism? Maybe on developing planets, but Belka? That stuff was lost to ancient history for us and the rest of the empire as far as I know. And history really isn't my best subject." Not entirely my fault. I didn't really care about history all that much, but mostly I'd been too busy learning different military roles. Be it retirement, injury, or death, I'd never kept the same Lord for more than a few years. The constant bouncing around taught me a lot, but I'd never earned the sort of reputation the big names got by being a generalist.

"Look if you want to quiz me on magical theory, I'll answer whatever I can, but could you please let me out. You might be my only chance before Kent dies of old age and leaves me trapped here forever." I could hibernate indefinitely if I absolutely had to, but I'd much rather get out and see this new world I'd landed on. In theory I should be trying to get back to Belka, but I doubted there was much left to get back to. Not if both sides had been resorting to the kind of attacks that blasted me to wherever the heck I'd ended up. You don't start eradicating planets and expect things to go well in the long term. After twenty years? Yeah, no.

Even if they were still there, I was sick of losing Lords. I might as well just make the most of my situation. Maybe help the locals establish a formalized style of magic as opposed to whatever Kent had used to keep me trapped in such a flimsy looking cage.

"KF, we have no way of knowing if he's telling the truth." The girl spoke softly.

"Maybe, but you can't tell me leaving him here would be the heroic thing to do? He's not wrong. If Kent dies, and he's bound to eventually, there's no telling how long he'll be stuck here."

The girl bit her lip and reached back to play with the end of her ponytail for a moment. "Damn it." She crouched down next to the boy and stared me straight in the eye. "OK, but if we let you out, you stay with us for now. Nothing personal, but we don't really have any reason to trust you. You say Kent locked you up without any reason because he couldn't figure you out? OK, sure, but for us that doesn't mean he was wrong. So, you stay close, and don't cause any trouble until we can get to the bottom of this. Deal?"

"Deal!" It was a risk, but any risk beat staying trapped in this stupid cage.

"And in the meantime," She pulled out a set of lock picks and went to work, "we still need to track down Kent and his stupid golden helmet before the lunatic with the cat gets it.'

I froze for about three seconds. "The helmet? You mean that crazy Unison Device that wants to take over its Lord and use them like a meat suit?!"

"Wait what?" The boy blinked and leaned in close. "The helmet is a Unison Device, like you?"

"Hell no, it's not like me!" I protested. "That thing is just freaking weird. It's stuck looking like a helmet and can't interact unless someone wears it, and if anyone does that it Unisons with them. And it thinks it's a Lord of Order, whatever that even means. Kent seemed to think I was like the helmet and wanted to puppet my Lord's body. Because that's supposed to be what the helmet wants, but that's wrong! Unison Devices are supposed to work with our Lord's. We're only ever meant to take complete control if somethings gone really wrong. Like if our Lord got knocked unconscious mid battle."

"So, Kent thought you were going to body jack someone and locked you up to stop that from happening. But you're only meant to do that if everything goes to crap. No wonder he locked you up. But why didn't you just set him straight." The girl asked before cursing at a series of quiet clicks from the lock.

"He didn't trust anything I told him." I shrugged. "For the first few years he came by a lot and would say a bunch of gibberish while waving his hands around. But he always left frowning and muttering about how nothing made sense."

"I get it." The boy muttered, rubbing his chin. "If whatever Kent does and however you work are all on separate principles, than anything he could have worked out about you would have seemed like gibberish."

"And if he couldn't understand how you work and wasn't willing to take you at your word…" The girl picked up the train of thought. "Then he just decided to keep you locked up until he figured things out. But he never did."

I just nodded. "If you're planet hasn't figured out how to make even basic Armed Devices then looking at my systems wouldn't make any sense. Though that makes me really curious about where he got the crazy helmet. I suppose it could be a lost artifact from another dimension like me. Some kind of proto Unison Device maybe? Though that wouldn't explain how it got to this planet."

Then again if it was some sort of war machine and whatever civilization birthed it went the same way Belka had… Or maybe it's a Belkan experiment from who knows how far back that had failed and gotten tossed into the Dimensional Sea for one reason or another.

With a sudden click the lock came undone and a moment later I busted out of the cage with a whoop, finally being able to stretch my wings and fly again.

"Suck it, Kent, you geriatric jerk! I'm finally free!" Doing a loop of the room I gave my prison a drop kick that knocked it clear off the table before breaking out into a haphazard victory dance on the now clear table.

The amused snorts from my rescuers broke me out of my glee and I snapped to attention giving the pair a crisp solute.

"Belkan military unison device, Kibo, medic first class, mechanic and engineer second class, bombardment ace second class, close combat specialist third class. Currently without a Lord and capable of B class spell casting on my own."

The boy whistled, apparently impressed with my list of qualifications.

"I'm Kid Flash, and this is Artemis. We're superheroes."

"... What's a superhero?"

"We're a bit like law enforcement." Artemis answered. "Only we have nonstandard skills or abilities, so we have to act independently. Mostly because if we didn't our families and friends would get targeted by criminals with super powers."

I nodded slowly as I worked through that. I wasn't entirely sure what they meant by super powers, but if they were similar to Unique Skills and most of the population lacked the ability to cast even basic spells… That might explain things. Maybe. Either way I'd likely find out soon enough.

"Thank you again for freeing me. I'll do my best to help out however I can."

Kid Flash grinned. "Well then, let's get going! We've got an old guy to save, bad guys to smash, and a helmet to find!"

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"Artemis… how did we get separated from Kid Flash? We went through exactly the same door, ten seconds after him. Tops."

"I'm really starting to hate this tower." She growled as she paced ahead of me through the elaborately decorated hallway. "You're supposed to be magic right? Can't you sense when it's going to pull crap like this?"

"You're joking right? Kent had me trapped in a birdcage for two decades. I tried everything to get out of there and analyze the effect, but I still have no idea how your planet manipulates mana, there's no sense to any of it!" I threw my hands up in exasperation.

I wasn't kidding either. I'd tried reverse engineering the spell calculations hundreds of times, but it always broke down somewhere along the way. Like there were gaps in the math they decided to fill in with poetry and interpretive dance, and yet somehow it actually worked. Maybe a dedicated spell researcher could piece it together, but for all the hats I'd worn over the years, spell research was never a field I'd gotten much practice with. Sure, I could tweak spell formulas to refine their effects, and even piece together brand new spells if I had the time. But reverse engineering an entirely undocumented style of casting with no reliance on any kind of device? Whatever they were doing had to be a workaround they'd come up with to make up for the lack of computing power, but I couldn't for the life of me figure out how any of it worked.

"I was afraid you'd say something like that. Any chance you could… I don't know, scan for my friends?"

I closed my eyes and spun out a spell formula meant for search and rescue operations hoping I might get a return showing any living people. What I got back was a confusing jumble of warped and distorted space. The tower seemed to be an ever changing jumble of pocket dimensions. Not something I hadn't encountered before given just how much tech was crammed into even the simplest Armed Device. Dimensional folding was a must. But the tower wasn't stable. It seemed to fluctuate and rearrange itself at random. Worse, it was confusing my readings to the point I couldn't pin down any signs of life.

"No luck, this place is playing hell with my scans."

"Right, why wouldn't it. Hey tower! I need to get back to my friends so stop screwing around and make us a path back to them!"

I blinked and gave her a confused look. "Umm, are you expecting the tower to answer or-" I stopped talking as a door off to our left opened to show a group of teens… one of whom had gills and another had green skin. "Never mind. Of course the crazy tower responds to voice commands. Why wouldn't it."

"Artemis!" The green girl cheered as she flew towards us. "You're alright! But where's Wally?"

"We got separated by the tower after ending up in a library and rescuing this guy. Meet Kibo, everyone. Kibo, this is Miss Martian, Super Boy, Robin, and Aqualad."

"Good to meet you all." I responded with a wave as I flew over to inspect the green girl. She looked human, and a quick medical scan showed her biology was aesthetically similar but seemed to be mostly for show. Her DNA was like nothing I'd ever seen before and was definitely not human. Weirder still, she was flying without magic, somehow. Truly this world was determined to drive me insane.

Before I could start asking questions though we were interrupted by an idiot with a goatee who seemed to think people would like seeing his hairy chest. Or at least that was the impression I got from his unbuttoned white shirt. He lost even more points with me when he started blasting away at all of us with lightning.

"I knew retirement wouldn't stick." I muttered. "That's fine though. I've got some anger to work out and some rust to shake off." I bared my teeth in a vicious grin. Even if most people never looked close enough to notice, my canines followed the same trend as my wings, and I liked showing them off.

"Really, what was the League thinking, sending children? Not that I'm complaining mind you, it makes things so much simpler for me." He stopped talking long enough to blast Super Boy with more than enough electricity to stop someone's heart. And that was all I needed to see to stop thinking and cut loose.

My Lords and I may have never been the kind of heavy hitters that sent entire enemy squads falling back in fear, but if there was one thing I had learned and mastered better than any other Unison Device it was self sufficiency. I'd pushed myself to the limit of what I could do without a Lord, because when you weren't a Legendary team, and your partner got injured badly enough to end unison… What else could stand between my Lord and the Enemy? I'd lost my first Lord because I hadn't been good enough, and I'd sworn then and there, never again. None of these teens were my Lord, but they were my allies. They had freed me. I would not dishonor that kindness.

"Hey, jackass!" I spun up the equation for plain mana bullets, utterly bog standard and generic; they were nevertheless a good opening move when unsure of an opponent's capabilities. "Eat this!" His attention now firmly on me I let rip a dozen blasts of light blue mana.

A translucent shield sprang up between him and my attacks at a gesture catching my attacks. He responded with another blast of lightning. I was already moving before he attacked and easily dodged the forking electricity.

The field wasn't magic. Condensed and hardened air held together by some means I couldn't immediately identify. Interesting.

I shot out a half dozen homing bullets to my left and right. Their paths arcing around the forward facing shield to hammer my opponent from the left and right. He responded with another shield, this one wrapping around his body in a bubble. That was fine though, it kept him stationary. I launched a trio of high explosive blasts. More energy intensive than the standard but highly effective against energy shields.

The shield shattered and the residual blast wave sent the enemy tumbling back. He looked a bit ruffled, but not truly injured. Not good enough. I alternated fire between armor piercing and high explosive shots, looking to bring down the shield and tag him immediately after. Unfortunately, he had wised up and started to supplement his shields by actually dodging. I threw in some standard homing bullets just to try catching him off guard from an unexpected angle as the attacks arced around thanks to the odd directions I fired them at. Instead it gave him enough time to counter attack with more lightning. The counter caught me by surprise and forced me to throw out a shield of my own which easily handled the attack. How annoying, I really must be rusty if this ground bound clown was able to counter attack.

My new allies didn't let the opening I'd created go to waste. Several thrown projectiles landed at the man's feet before exploding. As he stumbled back a couch launched by someone, I wasn't sure who, slammed into his back. It tossed him to the ground. I took my shot.

My anti personnel attack, the one my second Lord had not so jokingly nicknamed Shredding Shot, ripped through the man's chest. It left behind a six inch jagged circle of empty space with long erratic fingers of ripped and shredded tissue arcing out from the wound.

I floated down a few feet off of Artemis's shoulder and treated her to my toothy grin. "Enemy combatant neutralized, should I be prepared for other threats?"

Artemis, rather than looking relieved that the threat to her life was neutralized seemed decidedly pale. Even nauseous. A quick look around showed that her friends seemed similarly ill at ease. Was this their first taste of combat? What idiot decided to send a team without any veterans into combat? That was just asking for unnecessary casualties.

"Ah, maybe, there was supposed to be one other villain, but for now let's just worry about finding Kid Flash." She spoke oddly. Like she was choosing her words with care. I gave her a concerned look but otherwise shrugged it off. I was a stranger. If they needed someone to talk to about this fight and the realities of combat it would be better coming from their actual superiors. Though I'd be sure to mention they needed said talk when I met said superiors.

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Debriefing to Batman and Red Tornado went more or less how I was used to. Though the teens kept shooting me looks. I really hoped they had a councilor on hand. The realities of combat always hit hard that first time. Since they didn't seem to be fighting a war, they'd likely have time to properly decompress.

I was highly curious about how, what to all my scans, were a normal man and some form of intelligent robot could be in command of what Artemis described as Unique Skill wielding law enforcement agents. Then again neither Artemis, nor Robin, appeared to have any sort of Unique Skill. Unless it was something subtle I was missing at any rate.

Finally, when all the reports were finished Batman turned to face me. For the most part he was inscrutable behind his mask and cape, but there was clear tension in his posture.

"What were you thinking, killing a man like that?" I blinked and rose a foot in the air to be on eye level with the man.

"He was an enemy combatant using lethal force against a group of allies. At least one of which was unarmed, and Robin was barely armed. He was a threat and I neutralized him to protect my allies."

Batman's mask went narrow eyed in a glare. It was an interesting trick. A none magical material or mechanical system capable of mirroring facial expressions. Even if it was limited to his eyes it was still impressive.

"Hero's do not kill."

I snorted. "Don't be ridiculous. No law enforcement agency would insist on limiting their people's response like that. No one would be crazy enough to agree to work in conditions where killing people who are trying to kill you is unacceptable. Never mind how that kind of system would encourage criminals. I mean if the criminals know they won't be killed then that's the same as telling them they can do whatever they like so long as they can avoid capture or escape prison."

Batman along with several of the other people in the room either flinched or twitched. Then Batman redoubled his glare.

"We are not, technically speaking, law enforcement."

"Wait… What?" I turned to Artemis. "But you said-"

"We work independent from law enforcement." Artemis said as she looked away from me. "Technically we're vigilantes. What we are doing could be considered illegal but regular law enforcement just isn't up to the job of dealing with most super villains. Never mind the occasional non terrestrial threats. They just learned to work with us out of necessity."

"... You all… are vigilantes?" I glanced around the room and was greeted with various nods and grunts. "But law enforcement works with you?" More nods. "... I'm sorry but if that's the case why haven't you just formalized that relationship and become a legitimate form of law enforcement?"

"The reasons are many and varied." Batman cut in. "If things here are resolved to my satisfaction that may be a discussion for another time. But the matter at hand is that you killed a man." The glare was back in force. I crossed my arms and glared right back.

"I'm not from this planet. I have no idea what kind of crazy rules you operate under. I spent the last twenty years locked in a cage because Kent wanted to poke at me until he understood how I worked. Prior to that I was a member of the Belkan military. Our response to the use of lethal force is lethal force. That idiot was trying to fry people under your command, and you are angry at me for protecting them? If you are their commanding officer then you need to get your priorities straight before you get them all killed."

The teens were all wide eyed at this point. Staring at me like I'd done the impossible. Or maybe like they thought I was insane. I wasn't quite sure. There must be some kind of context I was missing here. Batman's already squinty glare intensified as his eyes narrowed to thin white slits.

"I take the safety of this team and all its members very seriously, but your methods are a risk to the tenuis status quo. Not just between heroes and villains, but between heroes and civilians. By killing that man, you threaten our standing. Actions like yours could see us all returned to the days when vigilantes are hunted like criminals."

"Beyond the fact that I had no way of knowing any of that, all I'm hearing are more reasons you should not be working outside of the law."

"If you insist on acting in such a manner, I will bring you in."

"On what charges, vigilante? If defense of self and a third party isn't a viable legal defense on this planet you have bigger issues to worry about than whatever my presence might mean. And unlike you I'm not afraid to work with the government." After all, I had plenty to offer them. Like a way to empower their law enforcement to the point they could in fact deal with people like the one I'd dealt with earlier. The fact it might just put this overly entitled jerk out of a job was certainly a good reason to do just that.

He looked ready to say more when something on his belt beeped. He took a moment to check what I was fairly certain was a communication device then glared at me one final time before turning to leave. "I'm needed elsewhere, but we are not finished with this." He declared before stepping into the cave's teleportation device.

"Overly dramatic, entitled shit. You're damn right we aren't done with this." I needed to research just what the hell was going on with this crazy planet, but so far, I was not impressed with what I was seeing. Clearly, I had my work cut out for me.
 
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