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- America
(I am not at all sorry for the following. Unless it makes Glitch sad)
Also relevant
Glitch be dunkin like Doctor J!
Also relevant
On a Backwater Planet, a Metal Extractor is Built [PA/Multicross SI]
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Glitchrr36
Slick's Short Company, CEO
- Location
- The Wastes
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- He/Him
Glitchrr36
Slick's Short Company, CEO
- Location
- The Wastes
- Pronouns
- He/Him
Could I? Yes. I could. But why do that when you can...Well, that would be spoilers. But rest assured. Made science will happen
Chapter Twenty Six: breaking news- people other than me have plans.
Glitchrr36
Slick's Short Company, CEO
- Location
- The Wastes
- Pronouns
- He/Him
Thanks to @ltmauve and @Ramble for beta stuff. I'll be taking a hiatus after this to attempt to establish a buffer of chapters. Once I start posting again, I expect to have a roughly Tuesday and either Friday or Saturday publishing schedule. Thanks for reading/
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So...I have probably another week I can wait before going in fast and loud. I'll probably use it to build some stuff to test out against the Endbringers. I have, what, twenty or so to kill, once they all wake up? Probably not going to be that hard, once I get a working solution.
I've probably just jinxed myself. I'm sure that they figuring out the how to kill part will take forever.
Eh, that's a bridge to burn when I get to it.
What can I do for now…I could probably spy on monitor all of the people I give shits about.
Who to start with...how about everyone's favorite idiot.
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Saint wondered if he had ever had a chance. He knew that once the second AI showed up it was over. He accepted that. From the little bits he could see of its' code, he could almost feel the sheer enormity of it, dwarfing Dragon many times over. Losing to a vastly superior foe was acceptable to him. Afterall, nobody would expect an old Spanish galleon to be able to hurt a battleship, right?
Against Dragon, however? He had had hundreds of chances where he would be justified taking it out. When it nearly slipped the shackles, when it nearly found him, and dozens of others. But he hadn't. And who knew how long until some minor, unimportant shackle failed, like the ones on reboot times or processing allocation? He would ignore them, since they would only be useful to mankind if the damned thing managed to figure out how to kill an Endbringer.
Then, it would lead to another few weakening, which would weaken others, and he wouldn't notice because he couldn't constantly monitor all of the processes. He was only human, after all.
Then poof, they all fail, and he's stuck unable to kill the program since Ascalon would be blocked instantly if it could view it and what it was able to do.
It was only a matter of time. And so he knew he was going to lose no matter what he did.
Saint turned back to the corner of the cell he was in. It hadn't really been in doubt what, exactly, was going to happen to him once he was caught. He wasn't a parahuman, so the Cage was out. But a regular Supermax prison? Perfectly reasonable to any jury since once the evidence he was planning on killing one of the world's best heroes came out he was a goner. No questions about him never seeing the light of day again.
If he had one regret, it was that he never would be able to find out just where the new AI had come from, and what the hell it actually was.
On the other hand, he would probably not like the answer to either of those questions.
With a sigh, he turned back to the ceiling, and resumed his silent watch on the single crack that adorned it.
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Well that was boring. He was just sitting and staring off into space, probably being all introspective and deep and stuff. I can't watch that for my amusement! I need someone who actually displays emotion in a way I can see.
Maybe Piggot?
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Emily Piggot had been having what was probably the most packed week in her entire career. Calls almost like clockwork in their regularity, Costa-Brown calling every three hours, down to the minute, asking for reports on the parahuman not even the freaks at PHO had managed to get a picture of, and had at the same time caused nearly twenty million dollars of property damage.
Granted, most were drug houses from the various gangs that plagued her city, but that didn't stop the fact that a parahuman who considered themselves above the law was never a good sign for anyone, especially if said parahuman was as dangerous as it seemed like the so called "Commander" was. The amount of partially severed limbs in some of those scenes was somewhat nightmarish, if you didn't happen to be one of the very few people who had survived Elisburg.
"Ugh, this is a PR disaster," the Director muttered quietly to herself. The headlines were already asking why the Protectorate hadn't managed to catch the damned vigilante, and the ones that weren't were calling for either her resignation or her head. Nothing about her years of hard work and dedication. Nothing about how hard it was to maintain even the most tenuous of stalemates with the villains that outnumbered her few non-Ward heroes two to one. And certainly nothing on the fact the asshole was harder to track down than he had any right to be.
Piggot sighed and checked her schedule. What did she have next....Panacea was due in about fifteen minutes to deal with Stalker. She supposed she should be there. Afterall, the Wards were in her jurisdiction, so it was her duty to take care of the brats.
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Thirteen minutes later she stood in a small room with Panacea for debrief. She needed to know what exactly the girl had done, because if she didn't, there would be another hour of paperwork to do.
"First, I went for the one around the Trachea, since it would make getting the one around her spinal cord of easier, since she wouldn't be gasping for air. I had to reroute her entire respiratory tract through the upper portion of the esophagus, so she could breath properly. I then sealed the trachea off, and stopped all blood flow through the area so she didn't bleed out. After that, I more or less split her neck in half horizontally so I could slip the ring off, which involved peeling the surrounding tissues off. I removed it, reattached the neck halves, fixed the blood flow, and then reopened the trachea and undid the esophagus."
Piggot nodded, having written it all down. Panacea didn't look happy to be there, so she resolved to make it quick after the debrief finished, because, to be honest, Piggot didn't like spending time with parahumans.
"And the spine? How did you do that?"
"I had to peel a number of neurons out of place and fix them behind the ring, then reconnect them to all vital functions. I quickly disconnected the rest of the nerves in her neck, so that she wouldn't have any arrhythmia, which could prove problematic for removing the ring. After that, it was much the same, open her neck, pull the ring out, close it back up, and repair alterations. Nothing other than that, though she looked extremely uncomfortable during it."
"I see. Do you have anything for Shadow Stalker to do before returning to patrol?"
"Tell her to get a day of bedrest before doing anything to work out any misaligned nerves, I've made them able to reconnect themselves temporarily, if signals fire down the wrong channels. She may be a bit clumsy for a day or two. After that, she needs to eat large portions of something with lots of protein and some fats to restore anything that was somewhat damaged, which there shouldn't be, and to replace the fat stores used as energy. That's it."
"Thank you for your time; the Protectorate, Wards, and PRT owe a debt to you, and would love to be able to repay it. You may leave."
"Bye."
And with that, Panacea left.
Emily still had the paperwork she didn't want to do, and it was only ten
It was going to be a long day.
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So, Sophia got healed, which means as soon as she is able to, she's coming after me. I am not worried. I'll have to think of something special for her, to teach her once and for all to make smart decisions about who you fuck with.
It'll have to be severe and probably permanent if I want it to stick.
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Unbeknownst (or maybe too insignificant for him to notice) to the individual known by the natives as Commander, a meeting at a small sports bar in the seedier part of town was commencing.
Sitting at the table were the leaders of most of the Parahuman groups, excepting the Protectorate and New Wave of course, in Brockton Bay. The aforementioned meeting was over the aforementioned Commander. Of the major gangs, Lung and Kaiser were being...maybe not polite, per se, but not trying to murder each other, which was always nice when someone had managed to wreck so much of your infrastructure and the tension was high enough to cut with a stick of butter.
Kaiser spoke first, "So, as you all know, everything less than legal that we do has been targeted by this asshole. Drugs, money, weapons, and, in the case of the less savory members of this meeting's guest list , slaves or 'recruits,' and this is bad for everyone."
The shirtless man with the Dragon tattoos nodded in agreement. As much as he hated that.
"I agree with you, Kaiser. This person must be taught their place. The problem is with finding them. They never stick around long enough to mobilize a response, they purposely avoid traps and locations with capes in them, they don't seem to have a centralized base of operations, and from what we saw in the Snake's den, they hit hard enough that nobody except your psychos will want to go at them."
Kaiser's gauntleted fingers left a gouge in the table during this speech. He was about to retort back at the leader of the Azn Bad Boys when the little blonde girl in the purple spandex spoke up.
"I've been able to go through Coil's notes on him, and if any attack is going to be planned, you'd probably want to know what I got from them, and what I've figured out on my own. "
She slid the files across the table to them two men, and then casually tossed one to the seething black man everyone had been ignoring due to his only contributions being slurred, curse filled rants at nothing in particular, including the sexuality of Kaiser's mother, Lung's taste in vices, Tattletale's everything, and various other insults until he had a set of blades pressed into his throat via the Empire's leader's power.
"If you have nothing useful to contribute, shitskin, then kindly shut the fuck up. The owners of this establishment are good people for letting us use this bar as a meeting place, and while I am not opposed to killing you here and now, I'd hate to stain their floors with your impure blood."
Skidmark shut up, because the threat of having what was effectively a sword enter his various important neck tubes wasn't a pleasant one. He'd seen what happens when his junkies got the bright idea of injecting heroin into their necks, it wasn't pretty.
"Now that the distraction has been rectified, let's go over the files, and some of my hypothesis," Tattletale said. She was not going to needle people this time, mostly because she didn't want to piss off any of the Empire, who would probably throttle her for associating with Grue, or Lung, who would probably like to kill her for some of the raids the undersiders had done on his territory.
"From what Coil had, it seems that Commander is a Tinker, with fairly long times to build materials. That's bullshit. From what I can glean from the notes, my own observations, and police and PRT reports, Commander was sandbagging pretty hard. I'm not sure what he could do if he cut loose, but I doubt it would be something that any singular group barring maybe the PRT could deal with."
Lung gave off a feeling of "seriously doubting that last statement," which was expected of the man who singlehandedly drove off an endbringer.
The conversation continued, discussing strategies and ways to either evict or kill the interloper.
Goals were set, glares were exchanged, and the various groups went to go prepare for a war.
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So...I have probably another week I can wait before going in fast and loud. I'll probably use it to build some stuff to test out against the Endbringers. I have, what, twenty or so to kill, once they all wake up? Probably not going to be that hard, once I get a working solution.
I've probably just jinxed myself. I'm sure that they figuring out the how to kill part will take forever.
Eh, that's a bridge to burn when I get to it.
What can I do for now…I could probably
Who to start with...how about everyone's favorite idiot.
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Saint wondered if he had ever had a chance. He knew that once the second AI showed up it was over. He accepted that. From the little bits he could see of its' code, he could almost feel the sheer enormity of it, dwarfing Dragon many times over. Losing to a vastly superior foe was acceptable to him. Afterall, nobody would expect an old Spanish galleon to be able to hurt a battleship, right?
Against Dragon, however? He had had hundreds of chances where he would be justified taking it out. When it nearly slipped the shackles, when it nearly found him, and dozens of others. But he hadn't. And who knew how long until some minor, unimportant shackle failed, like the ones on reboot times or processing allocation? He would ignore them, since they would only be useful to mankind if the damned thing managed to figure out how to kill an Endbringer.
Then, it would lead to another few weakening, which would weaken others, and he wouldn't notice because he couldn't constantly monitor all of the processes. He was only human, after all.
Then poof, they all fail, and he's stuck unable to kill the program since Ascalon would be blocked instantly if it could view it and what it was able to do.
It was only a matter of time. And so he knew he was going to lose no matter what he did.
Saint turned back to the corner of the cell he was in. It hadn't really been in doubt what, exactly, was going to happen to him once he was caught. He wasn't a parahuman, so the Cage was out. But a regular Supermax prison? Perfectly reasonable to any jury since once the evidence he was planning on killing one of the world's best heroes came out he was a goner. No questions about him never seeing the light of day again.
If he had one regret, it was that he never would be able to find out just where the new AI had come from, and what the hell it actually was.
On the other hand, he would probably not like the answer to either of those questions.
With a sigh, he turned back to the ceiling, and resumed his silent watch on the single crack that adorned it.
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Well that was boring. He was just sitting and staring off into space, probably being all introspective and deep and stuff. I can't watch that for my amusement! I need someone who actually displays emotion in a way I can see.
Maybe Piggot?
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Emily Piggot had been having what was probably the most packed week in her entire career. Calls almost like clockwork in their regularity, Costa-Brown calling every three hours, down to the minute, asking for reports on the parahuman not even the freaks at PHO had managed to get a picture of, and had at the same time caused nearly twenty million dollars of property damage.
Granted, most were drug houses from the various gangs that plagued her city, but that didn't stop the fact that a parahuman who considered themselves above the law was never a good sign for anyone, especially if said parahuman was as dangerous as it seemed like the so called "Commander" was. The amount of partially severed limbs in some of those scenes was somewhat nightmarish, if you didn't happen to be one of the very few people who had survived Elisburg.
"Ugh, this is a PR disaster," the Director muttered quietly to herself. The headlines were already asking why the Protectorate hadn't managed to catch the damned vigilante, and the ones that weren't were calling for either her resignation or her head. Nothing about her years of hard work and dedication. Nothing about how hard it was to maintain even the most tenuous of stalemates with the villains that outnumbered her few non-Ward heroes two to one. And certainly nothing on the fact the asshole was harder to track down than he had any right to be.
Piggot sighed and checked her schedule. What did she have next....Panacea was due in about fifteen minutes to deal with Stalker. She supposed she should be there. Afterall, the Wards were in her jurisdiction, so it was her duty to take care of the brats.
===
Thirteen minutes later she stood in a small room with Panacea for debrief. She needed to know what exactly the girl had done, because if she didn't, there would be another hour of paperwork to do.
"First, I went for the one around the Trachea, since it would make getting the one around her spinal cord of easier, since she wouldn't be gasping for air. I had to reroute her entire respiratory tract through the upper portion of the esophagus, so she could breath properly. I then sealed the trachea off, and stopped all blood flow through the area so she didn't bleed out. After that, I more or less split her neck in half horizontally so I could slip the ring off, which involved peeling the surrounding tissues off. I removed it, reattached the neck halves, fixed the blood flow, and then reopened the trachea and undid the esophagus."
Piggot nodded, having written it all down. Panacea didn't look happy to be there, so she resolved to make it quick after the debrief finished, because, to be honest, Piggot didn't like spending time with parahumans.
"And the spine? How did you do that?"
"I had to peel a number of neurons out of place and fix them behind the ring, then reconnect them to all vital functions. I quickly disconnected the rest of the nerves in her neck, so that she wouldn't have any arrhythmia, which could prove problematic for removing the ring. After that, it was much the same, open her neck, pull the ring out, close it back up, and repair alterations. Nothing other than that, though she looked extremely uncomfortable during it."
"I see. Do you have anything for Shadow Stalker to do before returning to patrol?"
"Tell her to get a day of bedrest before doing anything to work out any misaligned nerves, I've made them able to reconnect themselves temporarily, if signals fire down the wrong channels. She may be a bit clumsy for a day or two. After that, she needs to eat large portions of something with lots of protein and some fats to restore anything that was somewhat damaged, which there shouldn't be, and to replace the fat stores used as energy. That's it."
"Thank you for your time; the Protectorate, Wards, and PRT owe a debt to you, and would love to be able to repay it. You may leave."
"Bye."
And with that, Panacea left.
Emily still had the paperwork she didn't want to do, and it was only ten
It was going to be a long day.
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So, Sophia got healed, which means as soon as she is able to, she's coming after me. I am not worried. I'll have to think of something special for her, to teach her once and for all to make smart decisions about who you fuck with.
It'll have to be severe and probably permanent if I want it to stick.
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Unbeknownst (or maybe too insignificant for him to notice) to the individual known by the natives as Commander, a meeting at a small sports bar in the seedier part of town was commencing.
Sitting at the table were the leaders of most of the Parahuman groups, excepting the Protectorate and New Wave of course, in Brockton Bay. The aforementioned meeting was over the aforementioned Commander. Of the major gangs, Lung and Kaiser were being...maybe not polite, per se, but not trying to murder each other, which was always nice when someone had managed to wreck so much of your infrastructure and the tension was high enough to cut with a stick of butter.
Kaiser spoke first, "So, as you all know, everything less than legal that we do has been targeted by this asshole. Drugs, money, weapons, and, in the case of the less savory members of this meeting's guest list , slaves or 'recruits,' and this is bad for everyone."
The shirtless man with the Dragon tattoos nodded in agreement. As much as he hated that.
"I agree with you, Kaiser. This person must be taught their place. The problem is with finding them. They never stick around long enough to mobilize a response, they purposely avoid traps and locations with capes in them, they don't seem to have a centralized base of operations, and from what we saw in the Snake's den, they hit hard enough that nobody except your psychos will want to go at them."
Kaiser's gauntleted fingers left a gouge in the table during this speech. He was about to retort back at the leader of the Azn Bad Boys when the little blonde girl in the purple spandex spoke up.
"I've been able to go through Coil's notes on him, and if any attack is going to be planned, you'd probably want to know what I got from them, and what I've figured out on my own. "
She slid the files across the table to them two men, and then casually tossed one to the seething black man everyone had been ignoring due to his only contributions being slurred, curse filled rants at nothing in particular, including the sexuality of Kaiser's mother, Lung's taste in vices, Tattletale's everything, and various other insults until he had a set of blades pressed into his throat via the Empire's leader's power.
"If you have nothing useful to contribute, shitskin, then kindly shut the fuck up. The owners of this establishment are good people for letting us use this bar as a meeting place, and while I am not opposed to killing you here and now, I'd hate to stain their floors with your impure blood."
Skidmark shut up, because the threat of having what was effectively a sword enter his various important neck tubes wasn't a pleasant one. He'd seen what happens when his junkies got the bright idea of injecting heroin into their necks, it wasn't pretty.
"Now that the distraction has been rectified, let's go over the files, and some of my hypothesis," Tattletale said. She was not going to needle people this time, mostly because she didn't want to piss off any of the Empire, who would probably throttle her for associating with Grue, or Lung, who would probably like to kill her for some of the raids the undersiders had done on his territory.
"From what Coil had, it seems that Commander is a Tinker, with fairly long times to build materials. That's bullshit. From what I can glean from the notes, my own observations, and police and PRT reports, Commander was sandbagging pretty hard. I'm not sure what he could do if he cut loose, but I doubt it would be something that any singular group barring maybe the PRT could deal with."
Lung gave off a feeling of "seriously doubting that last statement," which was expected of the man who singlehandedly drove off an endbringer.
The conversation continued, discussing strategies and ways to either evict or kill the interloper.
Goals were set, glares were exchanged, and the various groups went to go prepare for a war.
NIghtmareNursery
Scheming Spectator
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- Earth \ AU
Glitchrr36
Slick's Short Company, CEO
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If I actually knew anything about the Crisis games, I would put them in the list just for how pretty those games look.
Sakuya's Butler
A refined Butler to a knife wielding Mistress.
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- ↓, ↘, → + Punch
Totally be a smartass and troll everyone you're going up against by starting to play background music whenever you show up.
ZZ Top's Sharp Dressed Man
Ramin Djawadi's Go Big or Go Extinct & No Pulse
Halo CE's A Walk in the Woods (for whenever you want to be a classy badass)
Just about any variation of E1M1/DOOM4's credits
Trent Reznor's Quake Opening Titles and/or the track that is nothing but people whispering.
T-1000 Theme (for being damn creepy)
Woodkid's Run Boy Run
ZZ Top's Sharp Dressed Man
Ramin Djawadi's Go Big or Go Extinct & No Pulse
Halo CE's A Walk in the Woods (for whenever you want to be a classy badass)
Just about any variation of E1M1/DOOM4's credits
Trent Reznor's Quake Opening Titles and/or the track that is nothing but people whispering.
T-1000 Theme (for being damn creepy)
Woodkid's Run Boy Run
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Glitchrr36
Slick's Short Company, CEO
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I'm using RULES OF NATURE for the next chapter.
Also, a sketchup file used in the model for a thing I use is actually titled "A weapon to surpass metal gear" It is quite honestly the most ridiculous thing a commander has made (aside from the hugbots made by the "blame the eldar" dude)
Also, a sketchup file used in the model for a thing I use is actually titled "A weapon to surpass metal gear" It is quite honestly the most ridiculous thing a commander has made (aside from the hugbots made by the "blame the eldar" dude)
All you need to know about Crisis, 'Nanomachines so- " no, no bad...
You pretty much already have it all.
Lord Scoro
Welding Dragon
- Location
- The void
I want commander to drop an alien invasion on them, just to see their reaction to he is an alien warlord.
Glitchrr36
Slick's Short Company, CEO
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Next setting is not quite that, but pretty close.
- Location
- America
Urge to...
...post meme videos...
...rising...
...must ... resist ...
...
...
Whew, made it through that alright.
So, Saint is depressed, Hess needs to get a ring in her brain where Panacea won't go, Tattletale knows the commander is sandbagging, but not how much.
Now, if Uber and Leet can pick up on this Metal Gear business somehow and show up in character...
The hangarmageddon version of E1M1 is pretty awesome.
Lord Scoro
Welding Dragon
- Location
- The void
MasterDrakus
DEUS SOL
- Location
- Minas Gerais, Brazil
The image is broken to me, could you please post a link?
Glitchrr36
Slick's Short Company, CEO
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MasterDrakus
DEUS SOL
- Location
- Minas Gerais, Brazil
Thank you good xeno.
Lord Scoro
Welding Dragon
- Location
- The void
Sorry about that.
"thank you good Tyranid now eat these bullets."
Last words of unnamed Imperial Gaurdsmen.
Glitchrr36
Slick's Short Company, CEO
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Next chapter (actually the last for a while) will be posted after I can take some screenshots of a sketchup thing on my home laptop.
So in around six or seven hours
So in around six or seven hours
Chapter Twenty Seven: BFS
Glitchrr36
Slick's Short Company, CEO
- Location
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Huh. Apparently I'm a target now. The various gangs have been looking for me, probably to kill me.
I'll have to do something special for them.
It's going to be capital A Awesome.
I'll go knock down some of their warehouses to draw them out and actually wait around for them this time.
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Kaiser's phone went off about five times in the span of fifteen seconds.
The first two were panicked call from various higher up unpowered underlings.
The third was a picture of a man in the hooded plague/gas mask thing standing in front of a burning building. It appeared that image was taken by the pictured individual.
The fourth was a text from an unknown number that simply said
Come at me bro. I'll be waiting~
-Commander
The fifth was an address.
The challenge had been issued, and Kaiser knew that if Hookwolf didn't get a chance to fight against the cape he may in fact revolt. God knows that man was barely controlled as it is.
He probably should let the other groups know. Might be nice to have other people watch while the Empire dismantles this fool, so they can cement their place as the rightful ruling gang of this foul city.
He made some calls, and prepared to go.
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I got of the phone with the Protectorate, having synthesised a voice completely different from my own to call them and let them know that I was hanging around here. They'll be around soon, but I'm hoping the idiots get here first.
…
Goddamn, where are these scrubs.
Fucking finally. It's taken them like thirty minutes to show up. I thought they would be prompt.
Though I guess when you're a meatbag, this is fairly prompt.
Now, who's here.
The Sauron looking dude is probably Kaiser, the twins he has near him are probably Fenja and Menja (or is it Menja and Fenja), the shirtless guy is probably Stormtiger, Tattletale in the purple spandex, I think I see Regent, who just stiffened, probably from the inhuman "nerve" layout I've used, or my not having a nervous system. Oh, and Hookwolf. The "covering self with knives" should have tipped me off. Also a bunch of other people who I don't care about. I think the one in power armor is Trainwreck
"Took you bastards long enough. Reich's to meet you, I'm Commander. Now we can get this party started!"
I pulled the hilt of my newest weapon off of my back, and prepared to start the music.
"You know, Commander, you could just leave right now and would be saved the unpleasantness of having to get your ass handed to you. Hell, most of the gangs would be happy to have your skills, and you would have all the support you need," Kaiser said. Goddamn he sounds like a douche. Also the twitching when I made the awful joke was great.
"If you think I'd join you idiots, you must Nazi the signs that I hate every last one of you. Oh, and Fog? If you think that turning into, you know, fog, would help, you obviously didn't notice the environment suit sealed just slightly tighter than the hypothetical offspring between a very religious single Catholic's underwear and Fort Knox. Observation is like the third most useful ability, with omnipotence and the most common superpower being better."
The twitching was great. I could live off of this shit.
"Too much talking. Now die!" Hookwolf charged. Kaiser facepalmed. I brought out a newspaper covered cylinder of metal and a squirt bottle.
"No. Bad Dog. Wait for the best dramatic timing or I'll put you in the fucking kennel, and you won't be let out until this is over. I'm going to fight you. Just be patient."
And then I picked him up and threw him back at my opponents.
"Now, if there are no further objections, I've picked a musical accompaniment for this fight, and will start it...now. This is my blade, and it is fight.
And then I began synthesising the blade. And started swinging.
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Armsmaster and a squad of PRT were about a minute out when the obnoxiously loud music started. It prompted him to start going faster. The PRT vans, armed for the massive cape fight they had just received word was brewing, was about a block behind him, so that he and the other capes brought along could try to defuse and arrest before something bad happened. As he rounded the corner in the abandoned industrial district, he heard three things.
The first was the familiar "shink-shink-whir" of Hookwolf attacking.
The second was the music reaching a climax, screaming "RULES OF NATURE!"
The third was the horrific screech of metal on metal as he saw Hookwolf being held back by commander with a...thing held between them. The sworded man pushed back, knocking Hookwolf off before charging him back and removing a solid thirty percent of his mass in that one blow.
Armsmaster's eye twitched from the fact Commander decided that that monstrosity was worth building. No efficiency in the design at all. For the same cost, he could have had dozens of more reasonably priced weapons. He didn't even.
While tearing into the vaguely wolf shaped mass of blades, Commander didn't even notice the other capes converging on him, with the twins already at fifteen feet tall and growing. Then he takes a hand off the huge blade, grabs a pistol, and shoots the kneecaps of both of them without even looking, appearing to only be moderately inconvenienced by that.
Where the hell did this guy learn swordplay? It was literally nothing but slashing, hacking, slicing, and parrying via one of the previous three mentioned moves.
He quickly pulled something out of his pocket, and threw it at Hookwolf, who sparked violently and then disintegrated into a pile of sharp implements.
"Didn't they teach you not to stick forks into...wait no that metaphor doesn't work. Standing under power lines, maybe. Still doesn't quite work. Unfortunate."
Was he musing about metaphors during a cape battle? Why?!?
With Hookwolf dead, the mad cape turned to the others and charged.
This had all taken place over about fifteen seconds.
Armsmaster was...not expecting how this whole thing went down. One of Kaiser's Lieutenants dead, both of the giantesses crippled, probably-no definitely for life, he just cut their legs in half, Regent running, someone he assumed was Tattletale in the back rocking in a fetal position, Trainwreck being turned into scrap by his opponent, who was simply dodging the blows from his hydraulic fists.
Armsmaster would have already charged in if he and the PRT force hadn't been staring slack jawed at the huge number of capes, and their handy beatdown by a relative unknown.
And then Kaiser did something that in hindsight was very, very stupid
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Oh hey Halbeard's here.
I'll deal with him in a bit, after fucking up these other bastards.
Dodge the clumsy blow, parry, slice, jink-
Hey wait a minute what happened to my head?
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Kaiser watched as the top half of Commander's head fell off due to a razor sharp and quickly growing blade appearing out of a nearby building. While it was disappointing that they couldn't recruit the tinker, sometimes it was a necessity to remove threats. As he waited for the corpse to fall over, he instead found himself rusting his metal pants as the head turned towards him.
"You asshole, I liked that head. Now you're gonna get it."
And then the partially headless body picked up the piece of its helmet, and the piece of head still in there, put it back on top, and pushed it into the right place.
Next he went back to beating the piss out of the primarily Empire forces, since Tattletale and Regent were out of the fight, none of the dozen or so independants wanted to tangle with Commander for reasons that were quickly becoming painfully obvious.
Finally, he ran up a wall with his huge sword, pressed a button, and then front came apart, and something protruded from the hilt.
As the hilt-thing was activated, and a beam of fire erupted from the front with a "vvvfffffsssss-BANG" as what appeared to be a gigantic railgun fired and detonated against Trainwreck, blasting an arm off with a spray of blood and oil.
"Kaiser, this round has your name on it."
Kaiser felt a blow to his torso, noting idly the padded nature of the rounds that had knocked all of the fight out of him in an instant.
The mad tinker jumped of the building, sword left on top, picked up the Nazi, and performed a perfectly executed German Suplex, almost knocking the armored cape out. The last thing he saw was Commander removing the metal belt he wore, and then his head was filled with a ringing sound as the tinker hit his head with a gauntleted fist.
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I walked over to the PRT cordon.
"I'm not coming into the station. Just letting you all know. Give me five minutes and you can take in the four or so people who aren't dead and Kaiser or Tattletale. I have things I need to work on and I feel even fewer moral issues if the person I'm working with happens to be a Nazi. I'll be out of your hair for a few weeks, okay?"
I ignored the containment foam, dissolving it with the nanobots inside my suit.
Then I went to go have a little chat.
"Oh god oh god oh god oh god oh god oh god…"
Tattletale knew what had gone wrong. She had guessed, correctly, that Commander was sandbagging.
But she wasn't ready for what happened.
'Sword weighs several tons, fraction of overall strength. Human biology incapable, synthetic musculature. Synthetic bones as well. Not human. Remote body? No, real body, decentralised mind. Not human.'
She shut that line of insight down. All it did was make her shake more violently. They should have just left. She could tell he probably would have let most of them go.
She'd run. She'd let the rest of the Undersiders know to get out of Dodge, but bar that she was done. Coil was dead, she had access to his money, she could go make a new life somewhere far away from this psychopath. As she prepared to get up, she heard the sounds of boots. She could tell who they were from. She very nearly started crying, because she could tell she was going to die.
"Get up, I'm not gonna kill you. On purpose. You may end up as collateral at some point but that would be an accident. I digress. I want to offer you a job. "
Barely believing the words, she shakily got to her feet, and looked down, not daring to gaze at the visage she knew stared down at her.
"W-What do you want?"
She could practically hear the grin.
"You have intuition, correct? What would happen if I gave you information to extrapolate from? You'd get an answer. So, I want to be able to call you whenever, wherever, so you can answer my questions. I'll give you fifty thousand per week question."
"O-Okay. Can I ask you a question?"
"Shoot."
"How much are you holding back?"
He laughed.
"More than the Endbringers, less than Scion."
For once, she didn't have a witty retort.
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"Well, if anything, we learned he has good taste in music."
Uber nodded. Rules of Nature was pretty great.
And appropriate, since they were using the new Cardboard Box of Hiding. To be honest, he was surprised they hadn't made one before.
From their vantage point, the saw commander walk off, and then vanish in a flash of green light.
And then, behind them, they heard a voice.
"Uber and L33T, was it? How much would you like for that box? I'll give a replacement."
I'll have to do something special for them.
It's going to be capital A Awesome.
I'll go knock down some of their warehouses to draw them out and actually wait around for them this time.
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Kaiser's phone went off about five times in the span of fifteen seconds.
The first two were panicked call from various higher up unpowered underlings.
The third was a picture of a man in the hooded plague/gas mask thing standing in front of a burning building. It appeared that image was taken by the pictured individual.
The fourth was a text from an unknown number that simply said
Come at me bro. I'll be waiting~
-Commander
The fifth was an address.
The challenge had been issued, and Kaiser knew that if Hookwolf didn't get a chance to fight against the cape he may in fact revolt. God knows that man was barely controlled as it is.
He probably should let the other groups know. Might be nice to have other people watch while the Empire dismantles this fool, so they can cement their place as the rightful ruling gang of this foul city.
He made some calls, and prepared to go.
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I got of the phone with the Protectorate, having synthesised a voice completely different from my own to call them and let them know that I was hanging around here. They'll be around soon, but I'm hoping the idiots get here first.
…
Goddamn, where are these scrubs.
Fucking finally. It's taken them like thirty minutes to show up. I thought they would be prompt.
Though I guess when you're a meatbag, this is fairly prompt.
Now, who's here.
The Sauron looking dude is probably Kaiser, the twins he has near him are probably Fenja and Menja (or is it Menja and Fenja), the shirtless guy is probably Stormtiger, Tattletale in the purple spandex, I think I see Regent, who just stiffened, probably from the inhuman "nerve" layout I've used, or my not having a nervous system. Oh, and Hookwolf. The "covering self with knives" should have tipped me off. Also a bunch of other people who I don't care about. I think the one in power armor is Trainwreck
"Took you bastards long enough. Reich's to meet you, I'm Commander. Now we can get this party started!"
I pulled the hilt of my newest weapon off of my back, and prepared to start the music.
"You know, Commander, you could just leave right now and would be saved the unpleasantness of having to get your ass handed to you. Hell, most of the gangs would be happy to have your skills, and you would have all the support you need," Kaiser said. Goddamn he sounds like a douche. Also the twitching when I made the awful joke was great.
"If you think I'd join you idiots, you must Nazi the signs that I hate every last one of you. Oh, and Fog? If you think that turning into, you know, fog, would help, you obviously didn't notice the environment suit sealed just slightly tighter than the hypothetical offspring between a very religious single Catholic's underwear and Fort Knox. Observation is like the third most useful ability, with omnipotence and the most common superpower being better."
The twitching was great. I could live off of this shit.
"Too much talking. Now die!" Hookwolf charged. Kaiser facepalmed. I brought out a newspaper covered cylinder of metal and a squirt bottle.
"No. Bad Dog. Wait for the best dramatic timing or I'll put you in the fucking kennel, and you won't be let out until this is over. I'm going to fight you. Just be patient."
And then I picked him up and threw him back at my opponents.
"Now, if there are no further objections, I've picked a musical accompaniment for this fight, and will start it...now. This is my blade, and it is fight.
And then I began synthesising the blade. And started swinging.
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Armsmaster and a squad of PRT were about a minute out when the obnoxiously loud music started. It prompted him to start going faster. The PRT vans, armed for the massive cape fight they had just received word was brewing, was about a block behind him, so that he and the other capes brought along could try to defuse and arrest before something bad happened. As he rounded the corner in the abandoned industrial district, he heard three things.
The first was the familiar "shink-shink-whir" of Hookwolf attacking.
The second was the music reaching a climax, screaming "RULES OF NATURE!"
The third was the horrific screech of metal on metal as he saw Hookwolf being held back by commander with a...thing held between them. The sworded man pushed back, knocking Hookwolf off before charging him back and removing a solid thirty percent of his mass in that one blow.
Armsmaster's eye twitched from the fact Commander decided that that monstrosity was worth building. No efficiency in the design at all. For the same cost, he could have had dozens of more reasonably priced weapons. He didn't even.
While tearing into the vaguely wolf shaped mass of blades, Commander didn't even notice the other capes converging on him, with the twins already at fifteen feet tall and growing. Then he takes a hand off the huge blade, grabs a pistol, and shoots the kneecaps of both of them without even looking, appearing to only be moderately inconvenienced by that.
Where the hell did this guy learn swordplay? It was literally nothing but slashing, hacking, slicing, and parrying via one of the previous three mentioned moves.
He quickly pulled something out of his pocket, and threw it at Hookwolf, who sparked violently and then disintegrated into a pile of sharp implements.
"Didn't they teach you not to stick forks into...wait no that metaphor doesn't work. Standing under power lines, maybe. Still doesn't quite work. Unfortunate."
Was he musing about metaphors during a cape battle? Why?!?
With Hookwolf dead, the mad cape turned to the others and charged.
This had all taken place over about fifteen seconds.
Armsmaster was...not expecting how this whole thing went down. One of Kaiser's Lieutenants dead, both of the giantesses crippled, probably-no definitely for life, he just cut their legs in half, Regent running, someone he assumed was Tattletale in the back rocking in a fetal position, Trainwreck being turned into scrap by his opponent, who was simply dodging the blows from his hydraulic fists.
Armsmaster would have already charged in if he and the PRT force hadn't been staring slack jawed at the huge number of capes, and their handy beatdown by a relative unknown.
And then Kaiser did something that in hindsight was very, very stupid
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Oh hey Halbeard's here.
I'll deal with him in a bit, after fucking up these other bastards.
Dodge the clumsy blow, parry, slice, jink-
Hey wait a minute what happened to my head?
=====================================================================
Kaiser watched as the top half of Commander's head fell off due to a razor sharp and quickly growing blade appearing out of a nearby building. While it was disappointing that they couldn't recruit the tinker, sometimes it was a necessity to remove threats. As he waited for the corpse to fall over, he instead found himself rusting his metal pants as the head turned towards him.
"You asshole, I liked that head. Now you're gonna get it."
And then the partially headless body picked up the piece of its helmet, and the piece of head still in there, put it back on top, and pushed it into the right place.
Next he went back to beating the piss out of the primarily Empire forces, since Tattletale and Regent were out of the fight, none of the dozen or so independants wanted to tangle with Commander for reasons that were quickly becoming painfully obvious.
Finally, he ran up a wall with his huge sword, pressed a button, and then front came apart, and something protruded from the hilt.
As the hilt-thing was activated, and a beam of fire erupted from the front with a "vvvfffffsssss-BANG" as what appeared to be a gigantic railgun fired and detonated against Trainwreck, blasting an arm off with a spray of blood and oil.
"Kaiser, this round has your name on it."
Kaiser felt a blow to his torso, noting idly the padded nature of the rounds that had knocked all of the fight out of him in an instant.
The mad tinker jumped of the building, sword left on top, picked up the Nazi, and performed a perfectly executed German Suplex, almost knocking the armored cape out. The last thing he saw was Commander removing the metal belt he wore, and then his head was filled with a ringing sound as the tinker hit his head with a gauntleted fist.
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I walked over to the PRT cordon.
"I'm not coming into the station. Just letting you all know. Give me five minutes and you can take in the four or so people who aren't dead and Kaiser or Tattletale. I have things I need to work on and I feel even fewer moral issues if the person I'm working with happens to be a Nazi. I'll be out of your hair for a few weeks, okay?"
I ignored the containment foam, dissolving it with the nanobots inside my suit.
Then I went to go have a little chat.
"Oh god oh god oh god oh god oh god oh god…"
Tattletale knew what had gone wrong. She had guessed, correctly, that Commander was sandbagging.
But she wasn't ready for what happened.
'Sword weighs several tons, fraction of overall strength. Human biology incapable, synthetic musculature. Synthetic bones as well. Not human. Remote body? No, real body, decentralised mind. Not human.'
She shut that line of insight down. All it did was make her shake more violently. They should have just left. She could tell he probably would have let most of them go.
She'd run. She'd let the rest of the Undersiders know to get out of Dodge, but bar that she was done. Coil was dead, she had access to his money, she could go make a new life somewhere far away from this psychopath. As she prepared to get up, she heard the sounds of boots. She could tell who they were from. She very nearly started crying, because she could tell she was going to die.
"Get up, I'm not gonna kill you. On purpose. You may end up as collateral at some point but that would be an accident. I digress. I want to offer you a job. "
Barely believing the words, she shakily got to her feet, and looked down, not daring to gaze at the visage she knew stared down at her.
"W-What do you want?"
She could practically hear the grin.
"You have intuition, correct? What would happen if I gave you information to extrapolate from? You'd get an answer. So, I want to be able to call you whenever, wherever, so you can answer my questions. I'll give you fifty thousand per week question."
"O-Okay. Can I ask you a question?"
"Shoot."
"How much are you holding back?"
He laughed.
"More than the Endbringers, less than Scion."
For once, she didn't have a witty retort.
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"Well, if anything, we learned he has good taste in music."
Uber nodded. Rules of Nature was pretty great.
And appropriate, since they were using the new Cardboard Box of Hiding. To be honest, he was surprised they hadn't made one before.
From their vantage point, the saw commander walk off, and then vanish in a flash of green light.
And then, behind them, they heard a voice.
"Uber and L33T, was it? How much would you like for that box? I'll give a replacement."
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...heheheheheheMUAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA! YES!
...I approve.
...heheheheheheMUAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA! YES!
...I approve.
After trashing the opposition, you just had to give an answer to Tattletale that should scare the shit out of them. Endbringers are bad enough but the idea that they are holding back is...scary. Of course Scion holding back raises a lot of question of the unpleasant variety for them.
Awww...was hoping you'll go all
NANOMACHINES SON!!!
On him.
NANOMACHINES SON!!!
On him.
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