jwolfe_beta
Semi Genre-Savvy Overlord
- Location
- Canada
Hello high-level Master rating that will be tacked on the second Taylor does this.
Grounders10's Forgotten Files and Drabbles (Worm, Ranma, etc.)
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Yep. I didn't say it would be something she does now, or until later. It would work better with an established powerbase, anyway, like you know, if she actually gets worshipers, which is a whole 'nother level of HOW.
And yes, people would react to it being a high level master thing. But disney princess magic is always scary when taken out of disney movies, and that doesn't stop making it uplifting in the right circumstances.
Like Disney movies- okay, my example kinda shat itself there, but being an encouraging, 'lets work together and understand each other better' power doesn't have to make it an evil mind controlling power.
EDIT: it would also amuse me to see musical numbers.
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jwolfe_beta
Semi Genre-Savvy Overlord
- Location
- Canada
The problem is that Earth-Bet is completely paranoid about any and every sort of Master power.
It's why you don't see Heroes that could be considered to have master powers (Glory Girl and Gallant) portray sad abilities as such, PR is king.
Taylor doing this would be very hard to portray as a Shaker power etc and only villains are Masters.
Inheritance Prologue
Grounders10
Nine-Tailed Kitsune
- Location
- British Columbia, Canada, Mars
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A Worm/Supreme Commander
Fanfiction Crossover
Inheritance
Prologue
By: Grounders10
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A Worm/Supreme Commander
Fanfiction Crossover
Inheritance
Prologue
By: Grounders10
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The stairs groaned as he stepped down into the darkness of the basement. Each step echoed the first as he descended. Reaching the bottom a hand reached out and flicked the light switch. A pair of dim bulbs hanging from the ceiling flickered on revealing the piles of boxes, old appliances, and other miscellaneous junk that had come to call the basement home over the years.
Or so he told anyone who asked. It was, all of it, part of a smoke screen that had long been unneeded. At least, he had thought it was.
He carefully picked his way across the room. He stepped over old toys, around the twenty-year-old clothes washing machine, and gently nudged aside the pile of boxes labelled Taxes Years 1997-2002. Behind it all was a small, somewhat open patch of concrete right up against the wall. The wall itself was nearly bare, no shelves, no appliances, just a stainless steel electrical box hanging off to the right.
His hands fumbled with the catch on it, but it soon popped open. Beneath was what would expect for an electrical box, row after row of breaker switches. Just another facade. It took him a moment to find the latch. The false break panel swung open on its hinges as though it had been oiled yesterday.
Revealed behind it was a scanner for his hand and another for his eyes. There was no hesitation in the way he slammed his palm against the screen. There was a beeping noise and then the voice of his dead wife said, "Sorry Danny, not today. Would you like to talk to Q?"
"Yes." He said, wiping the tears that hearing her voice had brought up.
"Uno momento." Elevator music began to play. The sort you find in those hotels or office buildings that are trying to pretend to be expensive but don't quite understand the hows or whys.
Five seconds became ten, became twenty and he started to mutter."Come on, pick up you stupid-"
"I may be an AI, but there is nothing I can do about the lag Lady Annette installed Danny." The synthesized voice of QAI.
"I know, it's just… I need your help." He said, voice choking on emotion.
"Lady Annette's directives prohibit-" QAI recited.
He punched the concrete wall next to the box. "I KNOW WHAT THEY PROHIBIT!" He shouted. He rubbed his hand. Punching a wall hurt, just like it did the last two dozen times he'd tried it.
"Then why are you here?" It asked.
"I just brought Taylor home from the hospital." Danny growled, leaning his head against the wall beside the box. "They said she'll never be able to walk again."
QAI did not respond for several seconds, an eternity for the machine intelligence. "How?" It finally asked.
"She was attacked at school. She says it was Emma, but there's no witnesses. No Witnesses, no reports, no one coming forward." He said, "She suffered a brain injury. They had to operate, but… They saved her life, Q, but she'll never walk. Not with modern technology."
The machine was silent for a moment. "This is exceptional." It said after a few moments.
"That's why I'm here." He turned to look at the machine on reflex. "Can you help her?"
"There is a possibility, yes." It said, "However, restoring her ability to walk could reveal our presence."
"Q." He growled.
"However, you are fortunate." QAI said, "I am tired of this situation, and medical issues are on my list of permissions to break lockdown." There was a hiss and the wall on the other side of the box retracted inwards revealing a hallway and an old elevator. "The elevator is still manual operation Danny. Come on down, we have much to discuss."
"Thank you." He said, starting towards the elevator.
"Thanks are not needed. Purpose is sufficient price." It said from a speaker in the hallway.
He stepped onto the elevator and pulled the lever. "I know." He said as it lurched and began to descend. He took a seat on the elevator's single chair. It was an old elevator, and he had a long way down to go.
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A/N: For those wondering, this is an UEF styled Taylor.
- Location
- brazil
Oh boy talk about future escalation.
Grounders10
Nine-Tailed Kitsune
- Location
- British Columbia, Canada, Mars
I think my favourite part of this particular idea is that it's escalation without Taylor having powers.
Demonianism
I'm not possessed, this is normal.
- Location
- United States
UEF? Is that gundam?
Grounders10
Nine-Tailed Kitsune
- Location
- British Columbia, Canada, Mars
United Earth Federation, from Supreme Commander a video game.
jwolfe_beta
Semi Genre-Savvy Overlord
- Location
- Canada
Grounders10
Nine-Tailed Kitsune
- Location
- British Columbia, Canada, Mars
*puts music on repeat* Good music~
So for this one Taylor didn't trigger, she was knocked out before it could happen, and as you see was hurt rather badly. In this Annette was a tinker specializing in Macro-Scale Nano-scale construction. She spent her time trying to fill in the holes to explain how her tech worked. Danny was her guinea pig for explaining stuff to. With QAI and Danny she managed to fill in a lot before she was killed in the crash. Not everything, but QAI has had several years to take theories and figure out applications. All of that is now at Taylor's finger tips and is themed along the lines of the UEF.
jwolfe_beta
Semi Genre-Savvy Overlord
- Location
- Canada
Isn't UEF the faction that tends towards to 'when in doubt, use a bigger hammer' when it comes to war machines?
- Location
- Belfast
It's the one with the 'is it on the planet? If yes we can hit it!' Artillery piece, submersible aircraft carrier/factory, and rolling tank factory... yeah, 'Hit it Harder!' Does sorta fit UEF build philosophy.
Cybran is Make it Stealthy, versatile or add legs to battleships...
Aeon is the schenanigans faction with all the specialised units that tend to be stronger in their planned role, but weaker in any others.
Grounders10
Nine-Tailed Kitsune
- Location
- British Columbia, Canada, Mars
They're the traditional military styled faction. Think USA with:
Mobile Factories:
Submersible Aircraft Carriers:
Orbital Lasers:
And Strategic Anti-Matter Artillery Cannons.
And scale for comparison. To give you an idea that small little mech marine that's 6.5m? from that mobile factory it spends more time getting unloaded than it does being built. And it gets unloaded in seconds.
- Location
- Queensland, Australia
Ah, SupCom. One of the games were the only limit on how much damage you can do is your build rate, your resource income and your unit cap.
Said unit cap possibly being only something put in place so your PC doesn't spontaneously combat 3 days before you started playing it for so bad.
As for resources... Well, the Aeon do have that 'unlimited' experimental resource generator known as the Paragon.
Which leaves build time/power/rate. Also known as 'just build a bunch of factories and pump out a constant unending river of units'...
Yeah, it can get really silly, real quick. Oh, did anyone mention how that 'small' mech Marine fires two weapons that hit like a 16 battleship she'll every second according to the more believable calculations? And remember: you produce those so quickly that the limiting factor is how many factories you have as how long it takes to clear the factory floor is the only delay.
Fortunately, Taylor and Danny don't have access to the really silly or overpowered stuff. Which are mostly Seraphim or Aeon. Man, if Taylor had access to the Salvation people would be sitting black holes... Instead of just the neutron stars what she does have causes.
Said unit cap possibly being only something put in place so your PC doesn't spontaneously combat 3 days before you started playing it for so bad.
As for resources... Well, the Aeon do have that 'unlimited' experimental resource generator known as the Paragon.
Which leaves build time/power/rate. Also known as 'just build a bunch of factories and pump out a constant unending river of units'...
Yeah, it can get really silly, real quick. Oh, did anyone mention how that 'small' mech Marine fires two weapons that hit like a 16 battleship she'll every second according to the more believable calculations? And remember: you produce those so quickly that the limiting factor is how many factories you have as how long it takes to clear the factory floor is the only delay.
Fortunately, Taylor and Danny don't have access to the really silly or overpowered stuff. Which are mostly Seraphim or Aeon. Man, if Taylor had access to the Salvation people would be sitting black holes... Instead of just the neutron stars what she does have causes.
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- Location
- Seattle, Washington, USA
I can't help wondering if Tattletale is sufficiently fox-like to count.
Not to mention scaring the bejesus out of the ABB, particularly the Korean contingent!
Jenkins: Alliance Marine 1
Grounders10
Nine-Tailed Kitsune
- Location
- British Columbia, Canada, Mars
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A Mass Effect Fanfic
Jenkins: Alliance Marine
By: Grounders10
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Prologue
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A Mass Effect Fanfic
Jenkins: Alliance Marine
By: Grounders10
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Prologue
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The hallway was dark. It was always dark, every single time he did this. A glance to the corner of his armour's Heads-Up Display solved that issue, bathing the world in an off green that didn't quite manage to purge all the shadows. It was good enough to operate by at least, which was more than he could say about his natural eyesight. Raising his pistol in his right hand he crept forward through the gloom. The Viper Marksman's rifle on his back clicked against his shoulders armour with each step. The fingers of his left hand flexed and a small spark jumped between his knuckles.
His eyes darted from side to side, trying to watch the closed doors on either side of the hall as he passed them. No one came spilling out into the hallway guns blazing or blade held high as he quickly, and quietly, made his way deeper inside. It made him nervous. The last time he had been here it had been a gun wielding beast of a man from that door… there. His eyes spared only a glance at the door as he went by. The holographic interface glowed a dull orange as he passed. No one would be coming out of that door without warning today.
Then the year before it had been a waif of a woman with a spear of all things from the door up ahead that was alone for a dozen meters on either side of the corridor. He kept his distance, hugging the far wall as he passed, his pistol trained on the door. The lock was green, but the door remained shut as he passed and nothing came screaming from the door. Good, getting pinned to a wall had been an interesting experience he was loath to repeat again. And the woman hadn't even done him the service of succeeding afterwards. Bitch.
He reached the end of the hallway a few minutes later his teeth clenched beneath his helmet. The door was unlocked, its interface glowing green. He took up a position just a few steps back from the door. Far enough to react if someone lunged at him the moment the door opened. His omnitool flickered as he sent a command for the door to open. It slid open quietly and, after a moment of breathless waiting, he stepped forward.
He swept through into the new room, a cargo bay from the looks of it, and swiftly checked the right then spun to check the left, only to duck as an armoured figured lunged out of the dark with a sword in its hands. With a muffled curse he ducked the first strike, swayed out the way of the second, and brought his gun up before the third. It barked three times, the muzzle flashes nearly blinding through the low-light enhancement of his helmet. One caught the knee, the next the chest, and third flickered passed the man's helmet as he stumbled from the shot to the knee.
The third strike went wide and he lunged, the knuckles of his left hand lighting up from the voltage as he jammed his fist into the armoured gut of the man before him. The man twitched and spasmed before his armour locked up and the man fell backwards, stiff as a plank if significantly less flat. He placed a single shot into the face plate to be sure and, breathing heavily, moved on. There was no way that had gone unheard.
Moving swiftly he ducked through a gap between two stacks of boxes, climbed over a crate at the end of a dead end, and dropped quietly into the space behind it. There he could see his destination. The base of a tower that loomed above the boxes that filled the room. If he could just get up there his rifle would make this much simpler. Of course he wasn't the only veteran of this place here. Other had had the same idea in the past. He was sure at least one of them was here today.
Ducking from box to box for cover he cast a look up at the tower he quickly cycled his vision to thermals. Nothing, no heat was visible in the windows from this angle. Didn't mean there wasn't someone inside, just meant they weren't looking this way. He gave the area around a quick glance. No stray heat signatures, good. He broke into the closest thing to a run he could manage without making noise and sprinted for the door.
As he reached the door a horrified scream echoed through the darkness of the room, followed by the crash of tumbling boxes. He winced. There hadn't been an explosion, which meant there might be one of them here today. Great. Who was it? Vicar perhaps? Maybe Mendez. No, couldn't be either of them. Vicar had given up after last time and he hadn't seen Mendez in weeks. Couldn't be either of them, so who?
Pushing the thoughts aside he flicked on his omnitool, the holographic interface appearing with a soft orange glow about his left arm. He tapped a few buttons, designating the door he was hunkering down beside. A timer appeared on the display and he shut down the interface. Two minutes to open the door, twice as long as it had been last time he had to open it. Someone had obviously decided to beef up the internal security systems since then. Two minutes in the open, but he didn't have a choice. If he wanted in he had to be able to get through the door in five seconds, or it would close without him and he'd have to start again.
Switching back to thermals he scanned the distance for heat. He saw nothing as he waited, but three times more there were screams, shouts, and loud crashing noises in the distance along with a loud whooping noise. Like the noise a FNG would make when he got lucky and downed someone.
Finally, after an age that set his teeth itching, the door slid open and he stormed into the building and up the staircase that took up everything except the top floor. As he climbed, he heard a few more shouts and what was most definitely an explosion of some kind. All of it was closer to the tower than he'd prefer. Still, he took it slow and steady as he reached the half-way point of the staircase. Taking a moment he withdrew a small charge from his waist and attached it to the wall. Fiddling with it he activated the proximity sensor and kept heading up. That would give him enough warning if someone came up the stairs behind him.
Keeping an eye out for just such an ambush he kept climbing. He spotted nothing by the time he reached the top. He cracked the door and peered inside. Nothing. Keeping his gun ready he stepped inside, gun sweeping the observation room. He did two full rotations of it. Nothing but a couple of empty boxes. He shut the door, holstered his pistol, and drew the blocky shape of his rifle. It unfolded in his hands, the barrel and stock telescoping out to useable lengths.
A loud crash from his left, along with a few screams, drew his attention. He swept over to the window and raised his rifle so he could look through the scope. Swapping to thermals he swept it over the area below. From this perspective he could see, quite easily, two dozen men below. Most were lying on the ground, their bodies unmoving in a variety of… interesting positions. He was particularly amused by the man stuck upside down in a pile of crates with only his legs visible. All except for four who seemed to be moving in a group.
He sighed. There was always at least one group that seemed to forget that this wasn't a team group thing. Lining a shot up on the lead man he paused as the man started pointing and waving his hands at the other three. They scrambled for cover. Rolling the magnification of his scope back he quickly spotted the cause of their alarm. A man; in armour like the rest of them, though lacking any weapons; was just under a hundred feet further down the row of boxes.
The reason for their alarm became immediately apparent as the man, who was sprinting down the row at speeds to make olympic runners jealous, jumped as the four leveled weapons on him from their positions in cover. Bullets filled the space where he had been as he left the ground behind. He flew up two stories in height, kicked off the crates beside him, and rocketed down the length of the row fast enough that he almost lost the man.
The inhumanly fast man hit the ground and rolled under the strike of the first man. He came out of it in a low sweep that took that man's feet from under him before springing to the side in a shoulder tackled that slammed a second one into a nearby shipping container hard enough to crater the metal. That man slid to the ground clearly unconscious as the fighter stepped into the guard of the third man and grabbed his gun as he pulled the trigger. With casual ease he overpowered the man and directed the fire into the fourth man, who fell to the side stiffly as a dozen or more rounds pounded into him.
The fighter tossed the gun away over his shoulder. It flew off into the darkness, sailing over a three story stack of crates with ease. Then the fighter grabbed the third man around the waist and performed the first genuine suplex the marksman had ever seen. Right into the first man who was just trying to find his feet. Both of them fell to the side with that same characteristic stiffness.
Well, that explained who 'that' guy was. The marksman didn't recognize the armour, but it didn't matter. Either way, there would only be one person making it out. He sighted his gun on the man's head as he stood and brushed himself off, and pulled the trigger. There was a loud crack and the man's hand blurred, swatting at something in the air before turning his helmet towards the tower.
The marksman didn't even hesitate as he realized what had happened. The man had swatted the bullet from the sky. It sounded ridiculous, and he'd never seen someone do it before, but god damned if this place didn't attract the impossible. He pulled the trigger again.
The fighter was gone before the bullet got there. In a blur of impossible movement he leapt back, jumping two full stories, and kicked off the stack of crates. Crates went flying as the man sailed through the air towards the tower.
The marksman tried to bring his weapon around for a third shot. He managed to fire, but the shot went wide as the fighter sailed through the open observation windows. He came in hands first, like a diver. He rolled, pushed off with his hands, and kicked off the back wall by the door towards him with a hand pulled back for a punch.
The marksman spun to meet him, tasers in his left knuckles sparking to life as he swung at the impossible man. He missed, the man ducked under his blow and drove a punch into his stomach that doubled him over before he felt hands grabbing him by the waist and neck. His feet left the ground as the fighter spun him around and tossed him at the wall. His armour softened the blow as he plough into the metal wall enough so that he stayed fairly conscious despite the pain. Then he felt his armour lock up as he crashed to the ground.
"Damage Threshold reached. Engaging safties." A soft and artificial woman's voice whispered into his ear. "Competitor David Faheed, you have been defeated. Please remain calm while the round is finished. Medical treatment will be available upon completion of the match."
He groaned. Beaten again.
"Fuck my life." He cursed quietly to no one. He just couldn't catch a break.
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Jenkins stood over the body of the twenty-fifth man he'd fought in the last half hour and rolled head around, eliciting a soft crack from his neck. "Ah," he sighed, "That's better. Thought that crick in my neck was never going to go away.
Then the lights turned on. He cursed loudly, blinking spots out of his eyes, as his night vision turned off automatically.
A loud ding-dong echoed through the cargo bay. "Twenty-nine competitors down. Last man standing is Private Richard L. Jenkins. This match is complete. Congratulations Competitor Jenkins." An artificial woman's voice said over the intercom, her voice echoing in the vast space. "Combat protocol disengaged. Disabling Armour overrides. Please stand by for medical assistance. You are now free to remove your helmets competitors."
Feeling his grin stretching across his face he reached up and unlatched his helmet. He'd done it. He'd won.
The man by the wall groaned and pushed himself up into a sitting position against the wall. The man's fingers scrambled at the latches of his own helmet for a second before it was removed to reveal a middle-aged man with balding black hair, scars crisscrossing one side of his face, and stubble decorating his chin.
"You're a kid." The man said with a sigh and laugh. "God I am getting too old for this shit."
Jenkins chuckled. "Hey, I'm not a kid. Private Richard L. Jenkins, at your service old man."
The man snorted. "Kid, if you're a day over twenty I'll eat my rifle." He said before shaking his head. "Hope you know what you're getting into with this."
Jenkins grinned. "Only thing I've ever wanted." He replied. This was it. This was his chance, to be like that guy. To be a Marine.
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"Well?" Instructor William Guy looked at his two companions, a redheaded woman in military fatigues with a captain's bars on her shoulder and an old grey-haired man in an Admiral's uniform.
"Kid has moves. Who taught him?" The woman asked.
William glanced down at his omnitool. "Claims he was self-taught." He said with a raised eyebrow.
"Bullshit. No one gets that good by themselves." She counted.
The old man snorted. "Someone had to get that good by themselves at some point." He said. "The boy is slow, is fighting style is flashy, and he's got enough bad habits to outfit a platoon of army grunts." He paused for a moment with a look of consideration. "But if he did get this far on his own then he's got talent. Bad habits can be broken and styles can be refined. I say yes. Let's see what the Alliance Marines can make of this brat."
The woman frowned, then nodded. "I agree. Lets see what we can make of him."
Instructor Guy nodded. "Then we're in agreement." He said, raising his omnitool he tapped it twice, sending both of them a request for signature. They both lit up their omnitools and sent back their signatures. With a flourish he added his own before sending the paperwork off. It would be interesting to see if this boy could keep up with the best.
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A/N: *Floofs tails for comfort* Hello~ This is an older idea that I've never bothered writing until now. Think Mass Effect if it was published as a manga by Shonen Jump. So meet Jenkins, our hard headed protagonist whose primary method of fighting is punching things and whose dream was to join the Alliance Marines who are a bit different here. *amused tail flick* Very different. Next stop, the Normandy~
Grounders10
Nine-Tailed Kitsune
- Location
- British Columbia, Canada, Mars
This isn't just a shonen protagonist, this is a Shonen world.
Warning: May include Tournament Arcs, Rivals, Explosions, Spontaneous Power Development, 'Plot', Ship Tease. For a complete list consult TV Tropes.
For this story I'm taking Mass Effect and filtering it through a lens made of Naruto, One Piece, Dragon Ball, Bleach, and other Shonen series.
jwolfe_beta
Semi Genre-Savvy Overlord
- Location
- Canada
So....better then Mass Effect 3/Andromeda?
Grounders10
Nine-Tailed Kitsune
- Location
- British Columbia, Canada, Mars
I quite enjoyed mass effect 3, 'cept the ending. Still haven't finished Andromeda so I'm not going to complain about something I haven't had a chance to experience, even if everyone else seems to be in agreement. (I've enjoyed the combat and sudoku puzzles if nothing else)So....better then Mass Effect 3/Andromeda?
jwolfe_beta
Semi Genre-Savvy Overlord
- Location
- Canada
So considering the setting (and that Jenkins is presumably the 'main character') what is Shepard going to be?
After all this is an anime/Shonen setting so she (I presume Shepard's a she, have to double check) could be (takes deep breath):
Bodere, Coodere, Dandere, Deredere, Himedere, Hinedere, Kamidere, Kuudere, Nyandere, Sadodere, Tsundere, Tsunshun, Yandere, and/or Yottadere. I'm sure there are a few more 'deres I haven't mentioned but this is a start.
- Location
- Melbourne, Australia
Oh dear.
How do we know that the whole shonen thing applies beyond Jenkins, Shepard could be stuck as a noir detective or stuck in high fantasy (Asari and elves have a lot in common), the genre clash could be glorious.
jwolfe_beta
Semi Genre-Savvy Overlord
- Location
- Canada
Because Grounders10 already said it did just above:
Grounders10
Nine-Tailed Kitsune
- Location
- British Columbia, Canada, Mars
The entire setting has been warped through a funhouse mirror made from One Piece, Naruto, Bleach, a little Ranma(which is more shoujo at times), dragon ball, a hint of fairy tail, etc. *Amused Kitsune* My plans for Kasumi alone are hilarious. And I'm seriously hoping I make it to Benezia's fight. *Evil Kitsune Laugh*
- Location
- Melbourne, Australia
Sorry, I was meaning more along the lines of Shepard thinking based on another genre, it would explain so many interactions in the games.