First Impact 2.1
Thursday, February 3
"—British withdrew to Mobile on January 18, and news about the peace treaty arrived on February 13, officially ending the war," you mutter as you finish your notes for this chapter from Arcadia's history book. You vaguely remember Mr. Paulson teaching about the War of 1812 in the fall semester, but not in any real detail; whether that was because he was more focused on the Hitler Youth and the junior ABB who caused a scene basically every day or because you were paying more attention to the Trio than him, you don't know. Either way, it's clear that your decision to read all the chapters in the textbook rather than just the topics you hadn't covered in Winslow was the right one.
Perfect Storm buzzes. «Were the troops of English reprimanded for violating the peace treaty?»
"No, they weren't," you tell it with a shake of your head. "They didn't know that the war was over. It took weeks, even months for news to travel back and forth back then. It's hard to believe nowadays with the Internet or at least planes to carry packages over long distances." Flipping your notebook closed, you declare, "But that's enough schoolwork for today. What's going on in the disturbing world of PHO?"
The rectangular holographic screen displaying the pages of the textbook vanishes, and dozens more pop up in its place. The screens are too small to read clearly, but they all appear to show posts on Parahumans Online, the main site for cape news. «The phrase 'Calamity Witch' has appeared in fourteen threads over the last two days. Public opinion is currently positive. The phrases 'Taylor', 'Hebert', and 'Taylor Hebert' have not appeared within six degrees of separation of 'Calamity Witch'.»
That's good. That's very good. People connecting you to your cape identity is the last thing you want. Well, one of the last things, anyway. Thankfully, even if someone did make the connection, you have an artificial intelligence on your side who has already proven to be capable of hacking internet security. "So we're still secure. What else?"
Most of the windows vanish, and the rest sort themselves out into six stacks and one individual screen. «There have been multiple reports of Merchant activity following your capture of Squealer. Combat has been initiated against the Azn Bad Boys and the Empire Eighty-Eight; all conflicts have resulted in losses for the Merchants. Pockets of territory have been lost, but the primary borders are unchanged.
«Other than battles against the Merchants»—the stack farthest to the right is compressed into a single screen filled with text—«few conversations have centered around the ABB. These have uniformly discussed the ongoing raids by a relatively newer group named the Undersiders against their primary revenue sources.» You open your mouth to ask for elaboration, but it immediately continues, «Those revenue sources fall primarily under illicit substance production or distribution, prostitution, or gambling. The discussions concerning the Undersiders not otherwise mentioned speculate about future targets, and the general consensus is that the ABB is their primary target. Their disposition as a group is currently indeterminate, but the official statements by Parahuman Response Team spokespeople have classified them as a villain gang.»
Two more stacks combine into summary screens, and all three of these move to the side in a neat column.
«Messages about the Empire – correction: messages not concerning battles against the Merchants – have focused on a disconnect between the actions of Empire mages at large and a specific member named Purity.»
"Purity?" You know the name as one of the Empire's bigger members, a flying artillery cape rumored to be as strong as Legend in terms of firepower. This is the first you have heard about a split with the rest of the Empire, though. If she's alone, it might be easier to apprehend her.
«Correct.» The stack of Empire-related posts collapse into yet another summary. A different stack spreads out, the screens growing larger until the text on display is actually legible. «First observed in Brockton Bay in April of 2000 fighting alongside Kaiser and Krieg. She was their primary bombardment specialist until November of 2009. Three months later, she was identified while fighting alone against civilian members of the Merchants. In the following May, she began focusing her attention on the ABB. Since that time, she has not been observed assisting the Empire in any capacity.»
"Troubles in Nazi paradise, maybe?" you wonder out loud. "She's a heavy hitter, but she probably won't be as tough without the rest of them backing her up. Might be an easy target. If we take her out now, she can't give the Empire any help later, either. Next?"
Purity's screens merge and move to the side, as well. «The contract group Merces, led by a mage named Faultline, is listed as contracted in Las Vegas. They have not returned as of yet.« All that was left now was the single isolated screen. «I have endeavored to find additional information about the villain Coil. That search has been unsuccessful. I will continue efforts.»
"Thanks, Storm. Whatever you have on him is more than I've got." You reach out to touch the hologram, and to your surprise, you can actually hold it in your hand. It doesn't feel like anything, just a faint pressure against your fingertips, and it is as thin as an index card. Still, the simple fact that this blurs the line between object and image! Whoever built Perfect Storm was incredible.
The ensuing silence lasts only for a moment. «There is one other item, Mistress,» it says slowly, almost as if it is hesitant to say anything at all. «Two nights ago, father of Mistress received a communication detailing the possible purchase of devices of unknown nature. Analysis of local idiomatic expressions and euphemisms indicates these devices are potentially high-grade armaments.»
"High-grade…. He's trying to buy heavy weaponry? Why?" The answer hits you as soon as you voice the question, and you drop your head into your empty hand. "So the guys can out-gun the gangs. Damn it, Dad, what are you thinking?"
After a few seconds, you sigh and stand straight again. A flick of your wrist sends Coil's file into the column of summaries, and all seven files vanish without a trace. "I need to think before I do anything about that. Come on, Storm. We've got a Guardian Beast to make."
«Is it still desired that I optimize the Guardian Beast's abilities?»
Grabbing your jacket, you throw it around your shoulders. "You have a better idea what you're doing than I do. Maybe I'll be willing to play around with it later on, but for now? I leave it in your hands."
«Trust is much appreciated.»
You reach down and gently wrap your hand around the blue jewel hanging from your neck, the closest you can get to giving it a hug. "I owe you a lot already. Giving you my trust is the least I can do."
Walking to the door, you throw it open and step out into the afternoon sunlight.
Choose one additional activity to pursue this week
[ ] Light in the Darkness – Purity is one of the strongest Blasters in the country, and more than once you've heard her be referred to as "evil Legend". This is not someone you can afford to let go unchallenged, even if she hasn't been seen in Nazi company for a while.
[ ] Strange Bedfellows – Perfect Storm's news about your dad's phone call does not fill you with confidence. You really need to talk with him about just what he thinks he's doing.
[ ] Endangered Species – You asked for powers with which to eliminate the gangs. You even received the powers of someone who apparently had made it her life's work to do the same. It's long past time you got started on fulfilling that promise. Find a gang and wipe it off the map.
-[ ] Write-in
[ ] Eye of the Tiger – Spend your free time in the training simulator.