Compared to your trip to the Apiary, traveling to New Dawn's headquarters is positively leisurely. While the Apiary's very size necessitated it being on the outside of the Worker's Mitt, New Dawn's headquarters, the Zenith, was in the heart of Uni District.
Thank god for that.
To that end, you could just drive there. Black Swan remains delighted by the novelty, but Menagerie Witch is still sulking in the backseat over not being able to bring all her friends for a second consecutive mission. You had argued that you were comfortably certain this meeting was not an ambush and making room for a circus of animals would only delay negotiations
Don't worry, Maddie!
The ambush is next mission.
If this turned out to be a trap, she was going to be insufferable.
Just you wait.
". . .look, Tomas, killing a Named-Leviathan is a big deal. Especially one that escaped the QZ. It proves Justice Unlimited is still viable and still protecting people's lives. To suggest that we should just ignore that and cede the entire city to Powers and Dominion is—
"Listen, Chichi. Can I call you Chichi?"
"No. My name is Chihrio."
"Chichi, the era of superpowers being in the hands of an elite few is over! Powers and Dominion Security Concerns have democratized the superman! See this app on my phone? If I had the scratch, I—an ordinary guy—could have Scarlet Maturity on speed dial. Anyone—"
Oh hey! That's Nora's roommate! She's pretty damn smart.
"Do you?
"What?"
"Do you have the money to hire Scarlet Maturity?"
"Um . . . no. Uhhh, I could hire Earthen Owl maybe . . .? QUICK GORILLA? No. . . he's too expensive . . ."
being able to maybe call in EO is not a good look for you, man.
Minor Success: DC 5. Moderate Success: DC 10. Major Success: DC 15.
Stat Check: REPUTATION 12. Justice Unlimited has a collective REPUTATION 18.
You rolled: 13.
13 + 3 + 5 (Killed a Named Behemoth!) = 21. Critical Success!
+1 to Justice Unlimited's REPUTATION!
Nice. You love to see it.
The first step to a meeting between equals is to clear the air about any misconceptions, preferably before opinions based on those misconceptions could form. Wolong believed your team to be borderline defunct, in the same dire straits as New Dawn. If you were to approach this meeting as an equal, you had to gently correct that mistaken belief.
So, you applied for the bounty on Floating Venom Morpheme and leaked news of its death to the press as soon as you collected. The 24-hour news cycle took care of the rest for you; it was all anyone had been talking about for days.
Wealth, fame, and power.
If we find a secret part of Horizon all to ourselves, we could probably make a One Piece equivalent to inspire the sequel quest.
But that's for later.
Leaning against a wall is a sharp-dressed man in a three-piece suit, trilby hat, white gloves and a half-mask over his eyes. He's glancing at a pocket watch as you pull your car over.
He approaches you with a large smile. "Ah! Beauty incarnate! That gorgeous coat! Those sleek, sensual curves! Let me take a feel—oooh! Hear her purr!"
"Yes, Gentleman James, my car is quite something," you say dryly, "Now, how can I help you?"
The hero known as Gentleman James takes his hand off the hood of your car and removes his hat to bow. "I come at the behest of our dear leader, Wolong. He thought it only polite that our guests of honor be given a personal escort to the Zenith. When I heard the illustrious Lady Leizi herself was coming—in an automobile nonetheless!—I begged for the chance to guide you."
He had me in the first half, ngl.
"And you!" Gentleman James then turns to Menagerie Witch, who is eyeing him suspiciously. He squints his eyes at her before nodding slowly and tipping his trilby.
"Cool hat."
Menagerie Witch nods slowly back and tips her hat.
"Cool hat."
Hat to hat communication.
As you arrive at the Zenith, you have to resist clicking your touch in disapproval. The Zenith is the definition of too much—a massive, glass skyscraper in the center of town complete with an illuminated rendition of the sun rising over the horizon
Oh man. That's gotta hurt to look at in the afternoon.
You vastly preferred the understated elegance of the Bastion, the original headquarters of New Dawn and where NuGen made its home until the Apiary had been built.
And now a possible base for us. Maybe.
To your surprise, she takes your hand and firmly grasps it. You had worked with both heroines during the many crises that necessitated setting aside grudges, but your relationship with Palisade was frosty in the best of times.
She and Rakeem used to date. She blamed you for the end of the relationship. She wasn't entirely wrong.
Yeah, now we need to do Break Glass for closure on that.
You had only been in the Zenith a handful of times—Novalight was careful to keep Justice Unlimited's chief intelligence officer out of New Dawn's headquarters—but there must have been twice as many people working now as there had ever been.
Two times? Is this because of Wolong?
Minor Success: DC 5. Moderate Success: DC 10. Major Success: DC 15.
Stat Check: OPERATIONS 12. Lady Leizi, Black Swan, and Menagerie Witch have a collective OPERATIONS 16.
You rolled: 11.
11 + 2 + 3 (You Know the Truth of New Dawn's Situation) = 16. Major Success!
Brain blast!
. . . they believed there was hope. And not just them, all of the staff in the Zenith moved with an intense purpose. There were only five metahumans, four combat-types, holding the line against the worst of the worst criminals, and they were holding. That had to instill a certain kind of confidence.
But not only that, they were disciplined. If you weren't . . . well, you, then you would have no idea it was anything other than business as usual in the Uni District. Gentleman James' directions, the presence of three seasoned heroes, the tight ship that was clearly being run, it was all designed to project power and confidence and required the coordination and buy-in of dozens of people.
Basically, Wolong's on that hustle. Respect.
but a much more modest conference room where a man in white hechang robes with gold trim sits. On his head is a black guanjin hat which remains still
…I don't know what "hechang robes" or what a "guanjin hat" is. Send ref pics pls.
"Oolong?" you ask, sitting opposite him on the table.
"Am I a savage? Of course."
I would have liked green tea, personally.
"I often used to wonder," he says, "How much more good the heroes of this city could do if we worked together instead of bickering like schoolchildren."
"A worthy thought," you agree neutrally, "But not one I'm certain was shared by the rest of New Dawn."
Wolong bobs his head and acknowledges the point, "Novalight held long grudges tight to her chest. She never forgave the 'betrayal' that was the loss of NuGen. She couldn't see how the 'traitors' formed a heroic organization that eclipsed New Dawn in less than a decade."
"Flattery will get you everywhere, darling."
nice characterization and interaction on both sides.
You note the inaccuracy there. Either Wolong is playing dumb—unlikely—or he has no idea Handyman exists.
He's probably assuming that the team in front of him is the designated Behemoth kill squad. Which, not totally wrong…
" . . . why did New Dawn let Le Petit Prince kill my mom?"
The room goes dead silent. You could hear a pin drop. You're not the only one looking at Menagerie Witch in shock.
MADDIE.
WHAT.
DC 13.
Stat Check: REPUTATION 12. Lady Leizi, Black Swan, and Menagerie Witch have a collective REPUTATION 16.
You rolled: 16.
16 + 2 + 3 (She is Proof of His Failure) = 21. Critical Success!
Maddie used Guilt Trip!
It's super effective on Wolong!
It's a critical hit!
It's a one-hit KO!
"F-fine," Menagerie Witch takes a greedy gulp of water, much of which ends up on her costume, "You want to know? You want to know? I'll tell you!"
What follows is a fiery retelling of Madeline's story. She begins to cry at different points, but manages to pull herself together and tell the whole tale.
By the end Gentleman James has taken his hat off his head and placed it over his heart.
"Meu deus . . ."
Palisade is pale and hisses furiously to Wolong, "Le Petit Prince has new powers too. It has to be her—" she bites her tongue when she sees you listening.
Yikes.
"No," you say, rising and putting a sympathetic hand on his shoulder, "You couldn't have. I know, Gabriel."
He looks up at you, unshed tears in his eyes. ". . . you know?"
He sits back down and lets out a rusty laugh. "I suppose I shouldn't be surprised that I can keep nothing secret from the Lady Leizi. How much do you know?"
You sit down as well, "Everything, Gabriel, I know everything. The four of you and Dreamcatcher are all that's left. The only thing I don't know is: where is Arc?"
We have a crit coming up. That's why…
20 - 5 + 5 (Wolong is Vulnerable) = 20. Natural Crit! Critical Success!
Yep. He's gonna spill.
The beeping of machines and stinging scent of antiseptic brings unpleasant memories of your most recent stay in the infirmary to bear, but nothing is as disconcerting as the sight of Arc in the bed.
Arc's body is as destroyed as one can be while still being shaped like a human being. She's missing every limb except her right arm, and even then she only has three fingers remaining on her hand. More disturbing however, are the chunks of missing flesh all over her body, like pockmarks in the sand. In many places her body is missing skin all together, as if she's been flayed, displaying muscle and veins to the open air. If it were not for the countless machines she was attached to, you have no double she'd expire in moments.
Oh, ouch.
Also, it's "doubt", not "double".
He gestures to the window. "This is what her power did to stop the goldnine exposure."
"Leviathan's Blood," you breathe, before realizing how insensitive that oath is.
Fortunately, Wolong just lets out a bitter bark of laughter. "Don't worry, you're not alone. I've said that a few times at inopportune moments."
Yeah, not the most nice thing to say here…
We decided that, almost forever ago, with Maddie.
It will likely be our guiding star for a while.
"Yes," he breathes, "She went rotten in there. She broke them out and, in exchange, she earned their loyalty. Now we all will suffer. The only reason she hasn't declared all-out war is that her position is precarious. Everyone of her lieutenants would stab her in the back without hesitation. I've been chipping away at the power base, piece by piece. Leaving her unbalanced, uncertain when the real offensive from New Dawn will come."
"But it never will. And eventually, she'll realize that." You feel cold. This is much, much worse than you thought.
Wolong seizes your hand with both of his, "That's why I need your help. I need you to help keep her fearful, keep her afraid. We can't challenge her directly yet, but there are several inmates who are isolated and safe targets. Take them out, and the other inmates will begin to wonder if she really can keep them safe."
So that's how the three smaller missions connect to here…
12 - 4 + 5 (Wolong is Vulnerable) + 5 (Wolong Has Confided in You Once Already) = 18. Success!
WOLONG!!! WE NEED YOUR SHIT!!!
Wolong starts at Arc for a long time, balling his fists. His breathing turns heavy, and when he looks at you, he is shaking with rage.
"Yelena—Novalight—left us with nothing. Our finances have been mismanaged for years. We have no allies, no new generation of metahumans in waiting, no equipment to arm our non-powered agents. This organization was wholly dependent on her because she genuinely could not imagine a day would come where she would not be in charge."
He punches a wall and then pulls his fist back, absent-mindedly rubbing his bruised knuckles.
"I . . . I've done everything I can to keep New Dawn above water. Every plan I could think of, every clever strategy, I've maximized our resources again and again and again, but I can't squeeze blood from a stone!"
He's trying so hard rn. My god.
I don't participate in quests to
not become the micro-managing gaslighting middle manager I despise IRL. Allow me to live vicariously through fictional characters, please.
BRAND NEW SETENCE COUNTER: 5.5
(YOU'RE SO REAL FOR THAT, BTW)
As for Omakes…
Potential Energy, an omake by ScorpioSting
Counterstrike is so cool. I've been waiting two weeks for him, and he did not dissapoint.
Under My Skin: An Omake By Chickenbouillon
OH GOD WHY BUGS AHHH— (I have a fear of bugs that just got rekindled ouch.)
[X] Plan: Intrigue Specialisation