BlazeStryker
<Confirmed Contradiction>
- Location
- Roanoke, VA
- Pronouns
- Him/He/Dude
The E88 are trying to create Team Rocket? Gawd, and I thought being card-carrying Nazis was bad.
My Life as a Teenage Juggernaut... (Worm AU x Marvel)
- Thread starter Kryslin
- Start date
- Crossover Superhero
- Location
- Beyond the Unknowable Veil
He's a Nazi. It's not like buying or even making anything is preferable to being a criminal.
- Location
- Phillips County, Colorado
Wouldn't that drive MP3's little friends away?
M. H. Fuzzball
Aperture Science-certified Horrible Person
- Location
- Sector 2814
Good luck trying to get rid of Edgar Dallon-Poe. Carol certainly hasn't been able to.Wouldn't that drive MP3's little friends away?
12 'Naut-E Naughty 2
Kryslin
[Has Delusions of Authorship]
- Location
- Mythic Iowa
It was morning at the Hebert household. An early morning at that. "You're far too cheery for this hour," Danny commented to Taylor. "Who are you and where did my slow-waking daughter go?"
"Not gonna let something like a lack of sleep stop me," Taylor shot back. "I get the feeling I don't physically need to sleep, but Dr. Yamada says I probably should. It's good for the mind."
"That it is," Danny said. "Recently had one guy at work who didn't sleep for four days due to personal reasons. Had to take him off the job and to the hospital where they sedated him and put him under observation. He'd gotten to the point where he'd forgotten what he'd been doing the day before, and eventually did the same one-time task three times in a row. And he was getting worse by the hour."
"Ouch," Taylor noted. "Probably better that you guys got him taken care of rather than the police."
"Or OSHA," Danny added. "Anyway, that's who I have to deal with today, and why I'm up early. Why are you up early?"
"More follow-up to what happened Tuesday," Taylor grumbled. Balancing a plate on each hand, she brought breakfast over to the table. "At least this time it involves a branch of the government other than OSHA, MSHA or BATF. Had to deal with their interviews yesterday."
"I suspect I know which branch you'll be dealing with," Danny said. "Please be nice to Commander Sciuto. She's trying to find out why a bunch of explosives were buried on a former naval installation."
"That's this afternoon," Taylor said in between bites of her ham and eggs. "I've got to deal with medical and Dr. Yamada this morning before school starts."
"They only want to make sure you're OK beyond the shadow of a doubt," Danny said. "It's not often they've had someone who can be blown across the city and walk it off. Though I think they may be more concerned about your state of mind."
"Somewhat shocked and surprised?" Taylor offered. "It's not often one gets a front row seat to an explosion that large."
"Or an explosion at all. They tend to be one-time experiences."
Taylor paused. "Maybe I should start keeping a journal of explosions and other things. So other people can know what they're like?"
Taylor was soon getting poked and prodded (no instruments or medical professionals were damaged, but they were mighty confused) and then talking with Dr. Yamada, who just needed a few questions answered for her evaluation, and then after an hour at the PRT building, she was back in a covert PRT courtesy van with Missy, who had also had early appointments.
"Bah," the diminutive junior hero grumbled. "Morning is for sleeping."
"Not disagreeing," Taylor answered. "Then again, we were both present at one of the larger industrial explosions on record."
"Ok, that was kind of cool," Missy allowed. "Still, it's kept me at home, which sucks. Hopefully, after today, they let us come back."
"That would be nice," Taylor agreed. "If only to give me some time to do my homework in between my yoga and martial arts training."
Missy nodded. "Yeah, not having you literally punch someone's block off is a good thing."
"MacTaggert Junior High, next stop," the driver announced.
"And that's my stop," Missy said. "See ya this afternoon?"
"Yep."
For the most part, the talk in the halls about Tuesday's incident was muted. Yes, the explosion enthusiasts were all like "Cool!" and "Excellent!" and "<name> loves big booms!", but everyone else was glad it wasn't worse. Mostly that it hadn't happened near them.
Some of the instructors used the incident as a teaching moment, mainly about the history of the Bay area and some of the things that had been done during wartime, although AP Physics did an overview of various types of explosions and their effects.
Lunchtime was different.
"Aww, I'll never get to do that," Vicky whined.
"The intentional building demolition or riding an explosion?" asked Dennis.
"Either. But definitely getting launched by an explosion."
"From what I've heard, it's highly overrated," Taylor shot back. "And unlike Juggernaut, you could fly back."
"At least Vista was there to make sure anyone not Invulnerable didn't get hurt," Dean commented, somehow pronouncing invulnerable in such a way you could hear the capital "I".
"They're estimating around twenty tons of explosives," Chris added. "Based on the footprint of the building."
"People on PHO have way too much time on their hands," Taylor groused.
"Of course they do, that's how it was created."
There was a moment of surprised silence as everyone considered that. "Good point," Vicky noted.
"More surprising is that VoidCowboy has been polite and restrained, at least in the Juggernaut threads," Dennis stated. "He's been threadbanned from a couple others. He got into a fight with that guy who thinks there are lizard capes lurking around every corner." Dennis chuckled as he scrolled through the thread. "It eventually became something like the 'I'm here to have an argument' sketch from Monty Python, just with a lot more cussing." He actually laughed at something. "And someone who's thought to be Skidmark was actually impressed."
"Skidmark's on PHO?" Carlos asked.
"Allegedly," Dennis replied. "So's Squealer, but she mainly stays in the tinkertech and vehicle discussion areas. Her stuff's ugly, but the account thought to be hers is really knowledgeable about both subjects."
"I find it weird that two accounts thought to be connected to villains are better behaved than what many assume to be a teenaged, male high school student," Amy added.
"And whatever the lizard cape idiot is," quipped Vicky.
"We don't talk about them."
Vicky mimed zipping her lips shut.
"On second thought," Dean said, "Let's not talk about PHO, 'tis a silly place." The fact that he did it with an almost perfect impression of the actor who delivered the line he was paraphrasing cracked nearly everyone up.
"I thought that was my line?" Dennis asked in a faux aggrieved manner that failed mostly because he was still laughing.
Taylor gave him a head pat. "Poor Dennis."
He looked up at the hand that could have palmed his head and stopped laughing. Everyone else began laughing again because his expression was hilarious.
"Vista, Juggernaut, this is Commander Abigail Sciuto, United States Navy, Sea Systems Command," Deputy Director Rennick said, introducing the woman who was dressed in a business suit-like uniform.
"While I'd like to fangirl about meeting two of the ENE department's Wards," the woman said, "this is all about business."
She took a drink from the provided coffee. "Mmm, almost as strong as Navy coffee. Anyway, I'm here to ask a few questions, and tell you what my initial findings are that I'll report to my boss, Vice Admiral McCoy. The first thing I'm to tell you is that neither of you are getting charged with anything. This is clearly an accident, something done a long time ago, which may or may not be entirely the Navy's fault. I'm here to get your statements for our records. Yes, Juggernaut?"
"Again?" Juggernaut asked. "I've given the same statement five times in the last two days."
"Yes, again," Commander Sciuto said. "Despite the fact the law says civilian agencies are to share information with the military under certain circumstances – like accident investigations – it seldom happens for reasons I don't have enough time to explain, for they are legion. And sometimes, for procedural reasons, we ask for statements anyway in the hopes of eliciting additional details. I apologize for the repetition; it's very common with investigations and legal cases."
"Then let's get this over with," Juggernaut grumbled.
Forty-five minutes later, both Juggernaut and Vista were done giving their statements and answering Commander Sciuto's questions. "Thank you, ladies. Everything hangs together.
"Now, as to the promised explanation. Our initial findings indicate that a lot of filler material for naval shells was abandoned in place in June 1943 after it had been contaminated during a summer storm. It had been stored outside the warehouse until 1945, when the Brockton Bay ordnance loading piers were deactivated. It was planned that before then the materials would be put on a barge that was being decommissioned, towed out to sea, and then detonated, consuming the explosives and sinking the remains of the barge in a thousand feet of water.
"For some reason that never happened, and as part of the deactivation the materiel was abandoned in place with only basic precautions. It was carefully transferred one crate at a time, and lowered into a concrete lined vault, sealed with wax, and then sealed and buried under a couple of feet of more concrete. And after that, we have no idea. The Navy owned the land until 1975, when the Naval Sea Systems Command sold the property back to the city, who later sold it to the Dock Workers Association as part of a larger set of properties in the area. There was no indication in either civilian or Navy records of the explosives being there."
"I find that extremely odd," Renick added while the commander took a drink of coffee. "Usually the military keeps records of everything for decades."
"And there's a team of auditors going through the archives again to see if we missed anything the first time. Or at least determine when or how the omission happened, and anything else relevant to the situation."
"A couple of people I know have mentioned a couple of fires in the area," Juggernaut mused. "Including a fire at the Navy yard in Kittery across the bay."
Commander Sciuto arched an eyebrow. "That's interesting. I'm assuming you can't divulge either person's name because of the unwritten rules?" she asked.
"Yes," Taylor answered.
"I understand. I believe I may have talked to one of those people yesterday, although if there's two there could be more who remember." She turned off the little recorder she had and put it in her pocket. "That concludes my official visit. Unofficially, could I get your autographs? My boys are huge Wards fans…"
Within a couple of minutes, pictures were produced and signed, and the meeting came to an end.
"I could take her," Brad muttered from where he sat in Max's office.
Max Anders' palm and face met to have a serious discussion about the lack of working brain cells in his henchman's skull. "No, Brad, you can't take her. The one time you tried, she sent you back here, express delivery. I have no reason to believe she wouldn't do better a second time; that tends to happen with Wards. I'd rather not make a habit of having to replace the windows up here every other week.
"And since she can survive a blast from enough explosives to level a city block," he continued, "we have nothing in any of the armories that could even make her blink, and trying would make the government come down on us like a load of bricks. I'm starting to doubt if any of our powers will do anything, either."
"The basic idea when dealing with Juggernaut is to redirect her if at all possible," Victor stated. "Don't get in her way, you'll be trampled. In fact, give her a shove forward. Deflect her to the side. Evade her for as long as possible, cause her to inflict as much collateral damage as possible. Ruin her reputation as a hero, make the PRT keep her on base as much as possible. She's a Ward, so it should be easier than if she were a full Protectorate member with an established reputation."
Max nodded. "Despite her size and power, she still only moves at normal human speeds. Stay out of her reach, or she'll squash you like a single use stress ball. As Victor said, distract her, redirect her. Do anything else but get directly in her way or where she can grab you, and we should be able to deal with the problem she presents.
"Ideally," he continued, "the idea is not to do anything stupid where she can see it and have to act on it. If you can get into the air, do so. As far as we know, she's a ground pounder. And once in the air, get clear. If she can punch Brad a mile, she can easily throw things you may not be able to dodge."
He sat down and looked over the Empire's parahumans. The twins might give the oversized Ward a decent fight for a while, but there was a persistent image of Juggernaut beating one of the twins senseless with the other. Of Hookwolf firmly planted into the wall opposite his office window. Again. Of Rune being tossed like a Frisbee. Of Alabaster repeatedly reforming under an oversized boot. Of…
"Hmm, an idea I just had that we may need to test," Max mused. "We'll have to manage an encounter with Juggernaut and see if Cricket's sonic attacks can disorient her like they do other people. Blast her with them and get clear."
Cricket nodded. "How soon do you want to set this up?"
"Let's wait for the furor to die down from the explosion," Max instructed. "A couple of weeks, maybe a month. Then we'll revisit the subject. We should have a more complete picture of what the girl could do by that point. After all, the girl's a brute, not a trump; most parahumans don't keep pulling out new powers for every occasion."
For some reason, a feeling of dread and inevitability caused a chill to run through the entire parahuman part of the Empire 88.
"Not gonna let something like a lack of sleep stop me," Taylor shot back. "I get the feeling I don't physically need to sleep, but Dr. Yamada says I probably should. It's good for the mind."
"That it is," Danny said. "Recently had one guy at work who didn't sleep for four days due to personal reasons. Had to take him off the job and to the hospital where they sedated him and put him under observation. He'd gotten to the point where he'd forgotten what he'd been doing the day before, and eventually did the same one-time task three times in a row. And he was getting worse by the hour."
"Ouch," Taylor noted. "Probably better that you guys got him taken care of rather than the police."
"Or OSHA," Danny added. "Anyway, that's who I have to deal with today, and why I'm up early. Why are you up early?"
"More follow-up to what happened Tuesday," Taylor grumbled. Balancing a plate on each hand, she brought breakfast over to the table. "At least this time it involves a branch of the government other than OSHA, MSHA or BATF. Had to deal with their interviews yesterday."
"I suspect I know which branch you'll be dealing with," Danny said. "Please be nice to Commander Sciuto. She's trying to find out why a bunch of explosives were buried on a former naval installation."
"That's this afternoon," Taylor said in between bites of her ham and eggs. "I've got to deal with medical and Dr. Yamada this morning before school starts."
"They only want to make sure you're OK beyond the shadow of a doubt," Danny said. "It's not often they've had someone who can be blown across the city and walk it off. Though I think they may be more concerned about your state of mind."
"Somewhat shocked and surprised?" Taylor offered. "It's not often one gets a front row seat to an explosion that large."
"Or an explosion at all. They tend to be one-time experiences."
Taylor paused. "Maybe I should start keeping a journal of explosions and other things. So other people can know what they're like?"
= = = = = = = = = =
Taylor was soon getting poked and prodded (no instruments or medical professionals were damaged, but they were mighty confused) and then talking with Dr. Yamada, who just needed a few questions answered for her evaluation, and then after an hour at the PRT building, she was back in a covert PRT courtesy van with Missy, who had also had early appointments.
"Bah," the diminutive junior hero grumbled. "Morning is for sleeping."
"Not disagreeing," Taylor answered. "Then again, we were both present at one of the larger industrial explosions on record."
"Ok, that was kind of cool," Missy allowed. "Still, it's kept me at home, which sucks. Hopefully, after today, they let us come back."
"That would be nice," Taylor agreed. "If only to give me some time to do my homework in between my yoga and martial arts training."
Missy nodded. "Yeah, not having you literally punch someone's block off is a good thing."
"MacTaggert Junior High, next stop," the driver announced.
"And that's my stop," Missy said. "See ya this afternoon?"
"Yep."
= = = = = = = = = =
For the most part, the talk in the halls about Tuesday's incident was muted. Yes, the explosion enthusiasts were all like "Cool!" and "Excellent!" and "<name> loves big booms!", but everyone else was glad it wasn't worse. Mostly that it hadn't happened near them.
Some of the instructors used the incident as a teaching moment, mainly about the history of the Bay area and some of the things that had been done during wartime, although AP Physics did an overview of various types of explosions and their effects.
Lunchtime was different.
"Aww, I'll never get to do that," Vicky whined.
"The intentional building demolition or riding an explosion?" asked Dennis.
"Either. But definitely getting launched by an explosion."
"From what I've heard, it's highly overrated," Taylor shot back. "And unlike Juggernaut, you could fly back."
"At least Vista was there to make sure anyone not Invulnerable didn't get hurt," Dean commented, somehow pronouncing invulnerable in such a way you could hear the capital "I".
"They're estimating around twenty tons of explosives," Chris added. "Based on the footprint of the building."
"People on PHO have way too much time on their hands," Taylor groused.
"Of course they do, that's how it was created."
There was a moment of surprised silence as everyone considered that. "Good point," Vicky noted.
"More surprising is that VoidCowboy has been polite and restrained, at least in the Juggernaut threads," Dennis stated. "He's been threadbanned from a couple others. He got into a fight with that guy who thinks there are lizard capes lurking around every corner." Dennis chuckled as he scrolled through the thread. "It eventually became something like the 'I'm here to have an argument' sketch from Monty Python, just with a lot more cussing." He actually laughed at something. "And someone who's thought to be Skidmark was actually impressed."
"Skidmark's on PHO?" Carlos asked.
"Allegedly," Dennis replied. "So's Squealer, but she mainly stays in the tinkertech and vehicle discussion areas. Her stuff's ugly, but the account thought to be hers is really knowledgeable about both subjects."
"I find it weird that two accounts thought to be connected to villains are better behaved than what many assume to be a teenaged, male high school student," Amy added.
"And whatever the lizard cape idiot is," quipped Vicky.
"We don't talk about them."
Vicky mimed zipping her lips shut.
"On second thought," Dean said, "Let's not talk about PHO, 'tis a silly place." The fact that he did it with an almost perfect impression of the actor who delivered the line he was paraphrasing cracked nearly everyone up.
"I thought that was my line?" Dennis asked in a faux aggrieved manner that failed mostly because he was still laughing.
Taylor gave him a head pat. "Poor Dennis."
He looked up at the hand that could have palmed his head and stopped laughing. Everyone else began laughing again because his expression was hilarious.
= = = = = = = = = =
"Vista, Juggernaut, this is Commander Abigail Sciuto, United States Navy, Sea Systems Command," Deputy Director Rennick said, introducing the woman who was dressed in a business suit-like uniform.
"While I'd like to fangirl about meeting two of the ENE department's Wards," the woman said, "this is all about business."
She took a drink from the provided coffee. "Mmm, almost as strong as Navy coffee. Anyway, I'm here to ask a few questions, and tell you what my initial findings are that I'll report to my boss, Vice Admiral McCoy. The first thing I'm to tell you is that neither of you are getting charged with anything. This is clearly an accident, something done a long time ago, which may or may not be entirely the Navy's fault. I'm here to get your statements for our records. Yes, Juggernaut?"
"Again?" Juggernaut asked. "I've given the same statement five times in the last two days."
"Yes, again," Commander Sciuto said. "Despite the fact the law says civilian agencies are to share information with the military under certain circumstances – like accident investigations – it seldom happens for reasons I don't have enough time to explain, for they are legion. And sometimes, for procedural reasons, we ask for statements anyway in the hopes of eliciting additional details. I apologize for the repetition; it's very common with investigations and legal cases."
"Then let's get this over with," Juggernaut grumbled.
- - - - - - - - - -
Forty-five minutes later, both Juggernaut and Vista were done giving their statements and answering Commander Sciuto's questions. "Thank you, ladies. Everything hangs together.
"Now, as to the promised explanation. Our initial findings indicate that a lot of filler material for naval shells was abandoned in place in June 1943 after it had been contaminated during a summer storm. It had been stored outside the warehouse until 1945, when the Brockton Bay ordnance loading piers were deactivated. It was planned that before then the materials would be put on a barge that was being decommissioned, towed out to sea, and then detonated, consuming the explosives and sinking the remains of the barge in a thousand feet of water.
"For some reason that never happened, and as part of the deactivation the materiel was abandoned in place with only basic precautions. It was carefully transferred one crate at a time, and lowered into a concrete lined vault, sealed with wax, and then sealed and buried under a couple of feet of more concrete. And after that, we have no idea. The Navy owned the land until 1975, when the Naval Sea Systems Command sold the property back to the city, who later sold it to the Dock Workers Association as part of a larger set of properties in the area. There was no indication in either civilian or Navy records of the explosives being there."
"I find that extremely odd," Renick added while the commander took a drink of coffee. "Usually the military keeps records of everything for decades."
"And there's a team of auditors going through the archives again to see if we missed anything the first time. Or at least determine when or how the omission happened, and anything else relevant to the situation."
"A couple of people I know have mentioned a couple of fires in the area," Juggernaut mused. "Including a fire at the Navy yard in Kittery across the bay."
Commander Sciuto arched an eyebrow. "That's interesting. I'm assuming you can't divulge either person's name because of the unwritten rules?" she asked.
"Yes," Taylor answered.
"I understand. I believe I may have talked to one of those people yesterday, although if there's two there could be more who remember." She turned off the little recorder she had and put it in her pocket. "That concludes my official visit. Unofficially, could I get your autographs? My boys are huge Wards fans…"
Within a couple of minutes, pictures were produced and signed, and the meeting came to an end.
= = = = = = = = = =
"I could take her," Brad muttered from where he sat in Max's office.
Max Anders' palm and face met to have a serious discussion about the lack of working brain cells in his henchman's skull. "No, Brad, you can't take her. The one time you tried, she sent you back here, express delivery. I have no reason to believe she wouldn't do better a second time; that tends to happen with Wards. I'd rather not make a habit of having to replace the windows up here every other week.
"And since she can survive a blast from enough explosives to level a city block," he continued, "we have nothing in any of the armories that could even make her blink, and trying would make the government come down on us like a load of bricks. I'm starting to doubt if any of our powers will do anything, either."
"The basic idea when dealing with Juggernaut is to redirect her if at all possible," Victor stated. "Don't get in her way, you'll be trampled. In fact, give her a shove forward. Deflect her to the side. Evade her for as long as possible, cause her to inflict as much collateral damage as possible. Ruin her reputation as a hero, make the PRT keep her on base as much as possible. She's a Ward, so it should be easier than if she were a full Protectorate member with an established reputation."
Max nodded. "Despite her size and power, she still only moves at normal human speeds. Stay out of her reach, or she'll squash you like a single use stress ball. As Victor said, distract her, redirect her. Do anything else but get directly in her way or where she can grab you, and we should be able to deal with the problem she presents.
"Ideally," he continued, "the idea is not to do anything stupid where she can see it and have to act on it. If you can get into the air, do so. As far as we know, she's a ground pounder. And once in the air, get clear. If she can punch Brad a mile, she can easily throw things you may not be able to dodge."
He sat down and looked over the Empire's parahumans. The twins might give the oversized Ward a decent fight for a while, but there was a persistent image of Juggernaut beating one of the twins senseless with the other. Of Hookwolf firmly planted into the wall opposite his office window. Again. Of Rune being tossed like a Frisbee. Of Alabaster repeatedly reforming under an oversized boot. Of…
"Hmm, an idea I just had that we may need to test," Max mused. "We'll have to manage an encounter with Juggernaut and see if Cricket's sonic attacks can disorient her like they do other people. Blast her with them and get clear."
Cricket nodded. "How soon do you want to set this up?"
"Let's wait for the furor to die down from the explosion," Max instructed. "A couple of weeks, maybe a month. Then we'll revisit the subject. We should have a more complete picture of what the girl could do by that point. After all, the girl's a brute, not a trump; most parahumans don't keep pulling out new powers for every occasion."
For some reason, a feeling of dread and inevitability caused a chill to run through the entire parahuman part of the Empire 88.
Why hello there Chekhov, you seem to have dropped this.
- Location
- Here there and everywhere inbetween
I can imagine them setting up the fight between cricket and Taylor, and Taylor just goes through the sound waves like they're glass
When it comes to Max he is not known for good planning. In-Universe, the only ones i suspect can redirect Taylor's momentum are Alexandria and Siberian. Conditional invulnerability has some perks
"And here we see the North American Nazi huddling around the pack leader. Note the distinctive stupidity that is a hallmark of these creatures."
"It has been theorized that the infectious nature of their parasitic ideologies is the only thing that keeps them from going extinct. The combined intelligence of an entire pack of North American Nazis doesn't equal the brain of a single Dodo bird, and we all know what happened to them."
"Hopefully, somebody will create a vaccine for the Nazi parasitic virus soon and they'll be relegated to history forever."
"Of course, that's not going to matter to this pack. They're about to learn a very important lesson."
"I'M THE JUGGERNAUT, BITCH."
"Pity that they won't be able to learn from the lesson, but they'll serve as an object lesson to others."
"It has been theorized that the infectious nature of their parasitic ideologies is the only thing that keeps them from going extinct. The combined intelligence of an entire pack of North American Nazis doesn't equal the brain of a single Dodo bird, and we all know what happened to them."
"Hopefully, somebody will create a vaccine for the Nazi parasitic virus soon and they'll be relegated to history forever."
"Of course, that's not going to matter to this pack. They're about to learn a very important lesson."
"I'M THE JUGGERNAUT, BITCH."
"Pity that they won't be able to learn from the lesson, but they'll serve as an object lesson to others."
M. H. Fuzzball
Aperture Science-certified Horrible Person
- Location
- Sector 2814
My guess is if Brad goes after Taylor again, this time Ziz will have to bring him back to Max.
Cricket isn't Banshee or Triumph; her sonic attack just disorients. Still, maybe she'll do well enough to garner some applause.
Yes, hopefully she gets the same applause skidmark got; if there's somebody there to catch her before she recreates skiddie's pinball wizard routine.
M. H. Fuzzball
Aperture Science-certified Horrible Person
- Location
- Sector 2814
Given that part of Skiddy's pinball trick involved him wrapping himself in his acceleration fields, I don't think Cricket's going to recreate it. But I'm sure she'll make a big splash anyway.
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- They/Any
Hey, that is deeply offensive to the dodo, which was not in fact any stupider than comparable species; its 'stupid mistake' was evolving to be an apex species in its habitat, and not evolving out of it once humans arrived. (Yes, that's sarcasm.)
Although if "what happened to the dodo" is "humans showed up and ate them to extinction," that's... no, still not a good parallel for Nazis. And honestly, I'd worry about prion diseases if it were.
Not_Interesting
The Munchkin of Megastructures
- Location
- In your walls(the walls between realities)
- Pronouns
- He/Him
Possibly. It will be a battle of Bullshit tho. Dead Space Whale vs One Angri Boi´s Champion further empowered by QA´s halp. Her whole thing is that once she gets going, you do not stop her. I could see her just running through Siberian and her popping like a Soap Bubble due to "Error 666: Unstoppable Force", the Shards have a limit when it comes to power output, Taylor runs on conceptual bullshit. Alexandria would fall into the same list, since Siberian could harm her, there are limits.
Queen Administrator: [BET!]
I don't know about that....
As I recall, Cricket is a skinny little thing; even at Juggernaut launch speed (hereafter called J units) she's unlikely to make a big splash.
Unless she really annoys Taylor and is launched at 10 J units or more; however only people with a good telescope will be able to see that crater.
- Location
- Georgia
Foreshadowing, maybe? Tagg is the kind of person to make the people around him want his block knocked off, though maybe not so literally as Taylor could manage.
*Murphy rubs hands in gleeful anticipation*
Max clearly didn't get to see the full report, that she gets faster the longer she is pursuing a target.
Reminds me of the saying from Doctor Who:
"The first thing you notice when seeing the Doctor of War is that he carries no weapons.
For many, that is also the last."
Siberian popping when encountering certain powers is canon, isn't it? In which case, Taylornaut is definitely the one who wins that encounter.
Actually, it wasn't the humans eating Dodos that drove them extinct, it was the rats that came with the humans eating all their eggs.
- Location
- Canada
If Taylor's feeling moderately generous, Cricket might only end up on top of a building.
- Location
- Scotland
It all depends on whether Cricket annoys Taylornaut enough to consider her a target. If (or more likely when) she does she will likely be hammer tossed straight back to Kaiser.
Ah... to put this in game terms:
Taylor is an American girl with morals and intelligence and suffers a -10 to mood in the presence of a nazi. (-5 cumulative for each additional nazi)
Being attacked, another -5.
Having somebody attempting to make her faceplant by inducing inner ear nausea, another -10.
Best case? -25 if Cricket attacks her solo.
It's never a good day when nazis come by.
Edit: of course, it can be a good day: all she has to do is use said nazis for stress relief, target practice or garbage dumpster filling.
Preferably all of the above.
Edit the second: how many nazis can Juggernaut fit in one dumpster? This is a burning question on the minds of many people in Brockton Bay, right up there with "can she hit Ziz with Hookwolf from the Boardwalk?"
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ExaltedNekoKun
Exalted Glorious Feline Light Source!
- Location
- USA
- Pronouns
- He/Him/Lord/Fuzzball
Yes, Max. That feeling was a bare ember of survival instinct responding to foresight involving the mind that could have been Skitter, Weaver then Kephri applying her broken min-maxing find a way to shoehorn a fixed powerset to fit the situation ability. That's what keeps some alternate Kid Win jumping through the multiverse in constant fear of Taylor, where in his words the non-villains are somehow worse.