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On the one hand, Yay! On the other, however, I didn't read it for so long that I need to re-read it from the beginning.
Goddamn Teenagers (Worm, AU/time travel)
I have the same issue, and the beginning is so very sad and hits you right in the feels.
I was conflicted. On the one hand, Panamax would have been awesome. On the other hand TAYLOR IS THE BEST AT TAKING CARE OF HER GIRLS AND SUB TENDERS GIVE THE BEST HUGS.
maybe, but "Cohen" seems like a particularly implausible surname for a Nazi.
Addressed this at other places. (1) There are IRL gentiles with the name and (2) there are IRL people with known Jewish family ties active and prominent in groups like this.
It isn't an accident that there are also French, Spanish, and Irish last names—these are all groups that have been both in-groups and out-groups, depending on time and place.
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This is some bugs in Hemorrhagia's chili level of petty right here.
You mean the Irish weren't an Axis Power?
Country Living, Part 6
Alabaster was not sure how much time passed as he reset, over and over, between sharp blows to the head. One image stood out, through it all, burned into his mind. That girl, standing over him with a shovel.
She was a dark specter towering over him, dark clothes, dark shoes, dark hair, grease on her face, and a heavy shovel, covered in blood, hitting him over and over.
He knew she was doing... something, in between resets. His body kept moving. He didn't feel pain anymore, he knew when he was injured but it wasn't the same, not like it was. He wondered if this heavy feeling coming over him was a sign of his power reaching its limits.
When it stopped he realized, no, he felt heavy because she'd piled heavy shit on his arms and legs to hold in place so she could root around his stuff.
Then it started again, he didn't know why. She would root around his pockets or gear, pick something at random, wander away, come back, break an arm or leg, wait for him to reset and then do it all again. Was she trying to torture him? Was she actually a murderer? He'd assume that was just shit the PRT made up, but now he believed it. She didn't say anything. Even Brad or Melody would have said something. He couldn't say anything because she'd gagged him, but why didn't she say something.
Until she broke his arm and he didn't reset. Finally, too late, he realized.
She had been searching for the power inhibiter.
Note: Rachel is much better at intimidation-via-animalistic behavior than Brad ever could be.
She was a dark specter towering over him, dark clothes, dark shoes, dark hair, grease on her face, and a heavy shovel, covered in blood, hitting him over and over.
He knew she was doing... something, in between resets. His body kept moving. He didn't feel pain anymore, he knew when he was injured but it wasn't the same, not like it was. He wondered if this heavy feeling coming over him was a sign of his power reaching its limits.
When it stopped he realized, no, he felt heavy because she'd piled heavy shit on his arms and legs to hold in place so she could root around his stuff.
Then it started again, he didn't know why. She would root around his pockets or gear, pick something at random, wander away, come back, break an arm or leg, wait for him to reset and then do it all again. Was she trying to torture him? Was she actually a murderer? He'd assume that was just shit the PRT made up, but now he believed it. She didn't say anything. Even Brad or Melody would have said something. He couldn't say anything because she'd gagged him, but why didn't she say something.
Until she broke his arm and he didn't reset. Finally, too late, he realized.
She had been searching for the power inhibiter.
Note: Rachel is much better at intimidation-via-animalistic behavior than Brad ever could be.
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Alabaster... is going to have nightmares, about this, for years, isn't he? Assuming he lives, of course... Assuming he lives...
Fixed in text! Thanks!
Oh no! This means Alabaster might be seriously injured - or killed!
What did he ever do to deserve such a painful and hilarious fate?
Weight of Command
Shawn tightly gripped the restraints of his harness, as the VTOL screamed out of the Bay. The communications difficulties meant that he had to stay back and coordinate while the ready force scrambled. Similarly, Armsmaster had insisted on conventional transportation…
Previously
"They either are a threat to Miss Lindt, or they are not," Armsmaster said slowly. "Functionally, she is a tinker, at her lab. If they are a threat to her, they are a threat to you. Denied."
Now
The man wasn't wrong, and he was actually getting more personable as he settled into his new role. There was, however, still room for improvement.
Fortunately, he had had ready to deploy some sort of line-of-sight laser communications relay something, which didn't use tinkertech, and was already tied into their comms, so they would at least be able to contact base from the vans.
Dr. Weaver had been just as memorable, in her own way.
Previously
"Portal deployment is unavailable, and remote imaging unreliable. Trump interference is suspected. Fortunately, thinker analysis confirm there is statistically zero chance of Rachel, her houseguests, or her dogs suffering death or permanent injury."
"Permanent injury," Shawn said slowly. "Panacea is already en route, 'no permanent injury' leaves room for quite a lot of horribles."
Dr. Weaver shrugged. "Rachel can take care of herself."
"… and the perpetrators?" Shawn asked.
"I didn't ask"
Now
Shawn was quickly gaining a new appreciation for the Director, especially as he had been reliably assured that Dr. Weaver was much better than the former Chief-Director.
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Shawn: Is it just me or is everyone here crazy?
Velocity: Eh, saw worse in the service.
Also note: Colin is a damn good engineer.
Previously
"They either are a threat to Miss Lindt, or they are not," Armsmaster said slowly. "Functionally, she is a tinker, at her lab. If they are a threat to her, they are a threat to you. Denied."
Now
The man wasn't wrong, and he was actually getting more personable as he settled into his new role. There was, however, still room for improvement.
Fortunately, he had had ready to deploy some sort of line-of-sight laser communications relay something, which didn't use tinkertech, and was already tied into their comms, so they would at least be able to contact base from the vans.
Dr. Weaver had been just as memorable, in her own way.
Previously
"Portal deployment is unavailable, and remote imaging unreliable. Trump interference is suspected. Fortunately, thinker analysis confirm there is statistically zero chance of Rachel, her houseguests, or her dogs suffering death or permanent injury."
"Permanent injury," Shawn said slowly. "Panacea is already en route, 'no permanent injury' leaves room for quite a lot of horribles."
Dr. Weaver shrugged. "Rachel can take care of herself."
"… and the perpetrators?" Shawn asked.
"I didn't ask"
Now
Shawn was quickly gaining a new appreciation for the Director, especially as he had been reliably assured that Dr. Weaver was much better than the former Chief-Director.
Note:
Shawn: Is it just me or is everyone here crazy?
Velocity: Eh, saw worse in the service.
Also note: Colin is a damn good engineer.
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Good to look inside the heads of a hero or two. Also, making sure you are clear there's no Undersiders, as opposed to canon, which (I strongly suspect) is what the default mode of reading 'Worm' fanfics assumes.
Dr. Weaver's concern for Rachel is good.
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There was an Undersiders, I think. Up until Dr Weaver convinced Coil to play ball.
Weight of Command, Part 2
"Repeat that!" Emily said sharply. As a rule she didn't joggle elbows, let her men manage the tactical situation. However, some matters required a more nuanced touch.
The comms tech skimmed back up the transcript, then began describing a wildly excessive medical support point being set up for Panacea, as a 'test' of some A/S crisis response plan The Fairy Queen's people were working on.
Oh, and it was off-world with controlled access via portal.
Emily thought furiously. This had all the hallmarks of Dr. Weaver. It was plausible, yes, but also unexpected, unconventional, so unanticipated as to be an outside context problem, and of course presented as a fait accompli.
Still, with a Ward at stake. . . . "Convey our thanks, and ensure Weaver and DC are advised."
Crossing the room, Emily slipped in beside the supervisor overseeing the HQ comms team shift. "Contact your counterparts in Boston and New York," she said quietly. "If we're 'testing' crisis measures, your team will need additional support."
Shortly Thereafter
"Glenn," Emily said carefully, "I appreciate the concern for my Ward but why are you here?" She had received five minutes notice of the man's impending arrival by portal.
"I want you to imagine, for a moment, what strange and wonderful possibilities might await if this incident somehow results in one of Dr. Weaver's protégés becoming subject to a public backlash."
"Oh. Right." Now wasn't that a horrifying thought.
"It makes me so very happy for the practice we got a few years back when that Senator had a grandkid in the program."
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Emily: We haven't even gotten to the farm. What next.
The comms tech skimmed back up the transcript, then began describing a wildly excessive medical support point being set up for Panacea, as a 'test' of some A/S crisis response plan The Fairy Queen's people were working on.
Oh, and it was off-world with controlled access via portal.
Emily thought furiously. This had all the hallmarks of Dr. Weaver. It was plausible, yes, but also unexpected, unconventional, so unanticipated as to be an outside context problem, and of course presented as a fait accompli.
Still, with a Ward at stake. . . . "Convey our thanks, and ensure Weaver and DC are advised."
Crossing the room, Emily slipped in beside the supervisor overseeing the HQ comms team shift. "Contact your counterparts in Boston and New York," she said quietly. "If we're 'testing' crisis measures, your team will need additional support."
Shortly Thereafter
"Glenn," Emily said carefully, "I appreciate the concern for my Ward but why are you here?" She had received five minutes notice of the man's impending arrival by portal.
"I want you to imagine, for a moment, what strange and wonderful possibilities might await if this incident somehow results in one of Dr. Weaver's protégés becoming subject to a public backlash."
"Oh. Right." Now wasn't that a horrifying thought.
"It makes me so very happy for the practice we got a few years back when that Senator had a grandkid in the program."
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Emily: We haven't even gotten to the farm. What next.
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Also known as 'hey, Fortuna…'
This. They were a thing, briefly, but never really got off the ground. Made it a lot easier for the white hats to frame them as being 'rescued'.
She greatly respects Murphy, and fully expects more complications. Hence, "what next" not "at least it can't get worse"
Weight of Command, Part 3
Shawn's heart lurched when his power cut out. He flagged the sensation automatically, Armsmaster no doubt could use it for… something, even as he nervously checked and re-checked his unfamiliar conventional equipment. He had brought some of his empowered gear, but it was packed, as they couldn't be sure when or even if it would become usable.
He tried not to think about what would have happened if Armsmaster hadn't insisted on conventional transport.
"Comms are up," a voice said unexpectedly in his ear. "Farm has re-established contact." Shawn held his breath. "They're OK."
Shortly Thereafter
Shawn felt useless as he stood at the edge of the impromptu command station. He knew the theory, that his presence, his confidence, alone could be a force multiplier, and besides his mobility and utility was best deployed as a ready reserve. Still, a part of him desperately wanted to go out into the night, do something. He didn't know how Colin and the Director did it.
Realizing he was simply woolgathering, he flipped through comms channels.
"—has identified the maker's mark on the suspected power inhibitor—"
"—multiple head wounds, we'll need additional ambulances—"
"—excavator to move Alabaster—"
Shawn blinked. "Dauntless here, repeat the last?"
Note: I thought about doing a sequence of multiple chapters and the response team approaches, but we sort of already did the stumbling around in the dark bit.
He tried not to think about what would have happened if Armsmaster hadn't insisted on conventional transport.
"Comms are up," a voice said unexpectedly in his ear. "Farm has re-established contact." Shawn held his breath. "They're OK."
Shortly Thereafter
Shawn felt useless as he stood at the edge of the impromptu command station. He knew the theory, that his presence, his confidence, alone could be a force multiplier, and besides his mobility and utility was best deployed as a ready reserve. Still, a part of him desperately wanted to go out into the night, do something. He didn't know how Colin and the Director did it.
Realizing he was simply woolgathering, he flipped through comms channels.
"—has identified the maker's mark on the suspected power inhibitor—"
"—multiple head wounds, we'll need additional ambulances—"
"—excavator to move Alabaster—"
Shawn blinked. "Dauntless here, repeat the last?"
Note: I thought about doing a sequence of multiple chapters and the response team approaches, but we sort of already did the stumbling around in the dark bit.
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Stray tags from alternate formatting, and I assume he's wool-gathering, rather than mustering the willpower to... channel-surf on the comms?
I agree this is a more solid choice in terms of brief recap and use of POV to keep the theme of confusion, fwiw, and Shawn discovering that he is really not in fact very good at some of the key skills for command, like 'sit there and hear about things without being able to do a damn thing about it' is a lovely little dynamic. Giving him a little more respect for Colin might shift their interpersonal dynamic in a healthy way, even.
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You might want to change the <em>...</em> to [i]...[/i] ...
(I do like using [plain] to turn-off BBcode for a bit...)
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Nice to see Shaun realising Protectorate policy might not be... ideal for certain purposes.
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Thanks for flagging the typo, I've gone back and fixed it.
We don't often see this side of leadership in Worm, or in superhero genre generally.
You might want to change the <em>...</em> to [i]...[/i] ...
(I do like using [plain] to turn-off BBcode for a bit...)
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Nice to see Shaun realising Protectorate policy might not be... ideal for certain purposes.
Fixed the typos, thanks!
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Alabaster and some Empire thugs attacked the farm where Rachel lives, bringing a tinkertech power suppressor to shut down Rachel's power.
It turns out that Rachel is very good at violence in defence of pack and territory, even when she has to rely on nothing more than her hands and a shovel.