Space Ninja Summer Camp ( Warframe/Worm )
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Rajvik_wolfboy
Wolf amongst the stars.
- Location
- Florida
Usually because the author hits a writing pothole either in real life or the story itself and has to stop for an extended period of time. Some come back to their stories later, others abandon them and go off in new directions.
I'm not sure what you are talking about?
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- Yes
Necromacy is allowed, but you should try and have some actual content in your post.
- Location
- Christchurch, New Zealand
- Pronouns
- He/Him
Or having tried to.
I think a lot of Worm fanfics specifically run into the issue of their crossover powerset having no way to deal with the high end threats of Worm canon.
In my opinion Wildblow made those threats with the intention that they could not be dealt with head on, so that's kind of expected.
Successful (as in complete or long running) Worm fanfic authors pivot the story away from those big threats, find a way of dealing with them that doesn't involve brute force, or have characters that can apply that ludicrous level of force.
- Location
- Earth
You gave me hope you vile vile person. Though on the other hand I do wish for the revitalization of this story.
Thread tax- Given how little we know of Wally besides that he's some sort of extra dimensional actor connected to the void, there are a verity of creative ways of dealing with things on par with Entities from Warframe.
Thread tax- Given how little we know of Wally besides that he's some sort of extra dimensional actor connected to the void, there are a verity of creative ways of dealing with things on par with Entities from Warframe.
- Location
- not here any more
SanguisAnima
Σ Series Z10/0 Group A 4A-GELU Mk1
- Location
- nowhere important
Hmm.
Why not think up/write a followup to the 'call to action' omakes? I'm already in the process of writing one, I'm also planning on making it up to date with current game 'lore'
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clarified a bit
Why not think up/write a followup to the 'call to action' omakes? I'm already in the process of writing one, I'm also planning on making it up to date with current game 'lore'
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clarified a bit
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hakunoX
female fate/sagas fan
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- She/Her
I am pretty sure than the Tenno are the counter for the Entities, the Void is something they have not experienced or even expected before, making it imposible to prevent (making Thinker powers useless against them as we see with Tattletale and probably Dinah, Coil don't know what the hell of trouble he just get, and worse If Taylor's Clan comes) counter (there are no Shards who can counter the void) imitate , Trump against (This is more theorical) or even control, the only shard who truly could damage the Tenno is Queen Administrator with her "absolute control" and it's Taylor's, that means than Taylor if she triggers again(because she already triggered and QA get anchored to her) is the only way they have to fight back.
While I don't question the Tenno's ability to deal damage to entities, I do find it dubious whether Tenno could actually disable even one of them due to size and power scale issues.
While Tenno can have fairly uniform numbers of certain ability users due to their frame arsenal, they definitely fall below total damage output against many people in Worm who's utility against Endbringers is known.
On the other hand I wouldn't find it surprising if they could find a solution to the issue with some science and preparation time after an initial failure.
Of course they won't be able to kill them, the Tenno will instead make the entitys into the largest loot farm.
hakunoX
female fate/sagas fan
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- She/Her
They don't need to kill them, just kill the projection of Scion, there is the conscience of the Entity and after (and with Tenno bullshit) they transform Scion body into a farming colony or making it a "living" non-alive entity making impossible the Titans from Ward
That would assume they are privy to extra information they have as of yet no way of obtaining. Not to mention doing anything to a being they have no scientific knowledge of... or even remotely aware of existing.
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- Christchurch, New Zealand
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- He/Him
This is incorrect. As per Speck 30.6, the attack that killed Scion was two Sting bolts to break the projection (as you say) then a massive fuck-off energy cannon that punched through his projection into the dimension that his actual body lives in. I'm not saying Tenno can't do so, but this is something akin to a full scale Warframe event. It'd need every Tenno working together to achieve victory.
- Location
- Russia
Or a Limbo, a Nova and an entire Liset of beans
- Location
- not here any more
*cackles from his perch*
Syndicates 9.0
- Location
- MN
First off, sorry. Second, Sorry again because I'm lazy. I could try blaming COVID, but I can't. Well, maybe 10% because working from home has a LOT of distractions. Thanks go out to @Desdendelle for his expert editing skills. Grammarly's got nothing on him.
Syndicates 9.0
Returning to the store to retrieve my clan's movie resources caused a stir. Well, not our actual entrance into the store, but my method of carrying out my purchases. Susan, the manager, was still on duty and offered to have one of her employees help us wheel out the boxes to our car with a hand cart. It was very kind of her, but I had a better option. I simply grabbed each box and pushed it into storage. Void-powered Orokin dimensional storage powers for the win.
"You, you, you're capes?" the manager stuttered, her eyes darting between me and Emma with near panic.
Emma sighed. "Taylor…"
Having stuffed the box containing the DVD player into storage, I glanced back to my friend. "What?"
"You're scaring her." She pointed back to the manager.
"Ahh, sorry, but we're not capes." I smiled, causing the manager to cautiously back away.
"I, I won't tell anyone!" she pleaded. "I'm horrible at remembering people's faces! Just ask my employees."
I laughed. "Ha! That's funny, but seriously, I don't care. Emma's not a cape, and neither am I. I just cheat really well."
Susan paused. "What?" She asked, confusion bleeding away some of her panic.
"Look, Susan, I just, umm, borrowed a friend's tinkertech device because I didn't wanna carry all these boxes." I displayed my Focus Amp for a second. "See, nothing to get all worried about."
"Really?" Susan asked, glancing over to Emma for some confirmation.
Emma nodded and shot me a mischievous smirk. "Yep! She's a cheating cheater who cheats."
Susan sighed with relief, and curiosity replaced fear. "Uh, one of those could be kind of nice for carrying groceries. Do you know if they're for sale?"
I paused because that was an excellent question. I needed to look into how it worked to see if there was a way I could give my friends a cheating storage space option. It seemed plausible. I have purchased weapon storage expansion slots in the past. "Honestly, I don't know, but I'm totally going to look into that now."
Susan was still a little on edge when we walked out of her store. Still, I guess it wasn't every day that the average person saw what appeared to be parahuman powers in action. Watching boxes disappear into storage didn't seem that exciting to me now, but I guess it would've before I was kidnapped.
I mostly trusted her to not out Emma. Still, just in case, I instructed Ordis to see if the store's cameras caught my little storage demonstration and, if so, delete it. Surprisingly, the stockroom didn't have any cameras. The Corpus would be scandalized by a fellow corporation failing to properly surveille their cargo holds.
Before heading back to Emma's house, we stopped at a semi-private alcove and I called Medhall to turn down the evil Nazis' party invitation.
"Medhall Pharmaceuticals, how may I help you?" a cheerful woman answered after the second ring.
This lady couldn't be the person handling the RSVPs. I must have reached the first layer and would need to be transferred to a Nazi Party official. "Hi, I received an RSVP for a Medhall Charity ball-thing."
"Oh, I can help you with that! Are you calling to confirm?"
Well, that was unexpected. "Uh, cancel, sorry."
"Ahh, I'm sorry to hear that, ma'am. Can I get your name?"
Ah-ha! Now I would get transferred to Mr. Anders or one of his Syndicate henchmen so they could put the thumbscrews to me. The good old-fashioned 'an offer you can't refuse' speech, except with a cheesy German accent.
"Taylor Hebert," I said, expecting something exciting to happen.
"Ms. Hebert and four guests, I see your name on the list, and I will update your status. If something changes, feel free to call me back."
"Okay..." I replied hesitantly because this call was a huge letdown. "Thanks?"
"No problem, ma'am. Have a nice day!" said the far too nice lady who worked for a Nazi.
I felt deeply disappointed. We could have stayed and socialized with my ice cream friends. Where was the 've haff vays of making peeple talk' and bright interrogation lights? The Brockton Bay Nazi Syndicate was not living up to my expectations.
~*~
The next day started much the same as the previous one. I spent some time training Charlie and Cynthia. They both made excellent progress, with Charlie achieving a meditative state for a few seconds. He dropped out almost as soon as he was successful. He spent the rest of the morning bouncing off the walls, sometimes literally, with excitement.
Emma also made excellent progress on her training. While she was getting cleaned up, I decided to hang out with Aunt Zoe in the kitchen. I know it sounds kind of sexist that the kitchen was where Aunt Zoe spent much of her time, like a good little housewife, but that was not the case. Not only was she an excellent cook, but she also ran a catering service. Thus, her close to professional-grade kitchen was kind of her office.
"Taylor, are you and Emma done for the day?" Aunt Zoe asked with a glance over her shoulder as she worked on a large bowl full of salad stuff.
I nodded. "Yepper! She's getting the 'grossness' off, her words."
"Mmhhm…" Aunt Zoe returned her attention to building a layer of shredded cheese. It looked like she wanted to say more, but I could see that she was working. It only took a few more minutes for Aunt Zoe to finish. After washing her hands, she covered the bowl with plastic wrap and placed it in the fridge. Her task complete, she turned back to me with a fond smile and suspiciously watery eyes.
"Taylor, I-" Aunt Zoe paused, her attention momentarily diverted by the sound of the water from the upstairs shower shutting off. "I want to thank you for returning, helping Emma," she swallowed nervously, closed her eyes, and shook her head once, "and being the kind of friend she needs."
Aunt Zoe started crying. "I thought we lost her, or were going to lose her. I knew she was hurting but thought it was just a phase." She snorted with amusement and grabbed a paper towel to wipe her eyes. "Well, normal for Brockton Bay. She changed so much after you were taken, and she and Alan were assaulted, but it's only now that I can see how far she had fallen, how much of my little girl I had lost. I couldn't, or wouldn't, see how fake her smiles were until last night after she returned from the mall."
"Huh?" I was confused. I knew ice cream was good but didn't realize it could heal the mind.
"I was watching one of my cooking shows when Emma came home. Normally, she heads straight to her room and rarely says a word."
Aunt Zoe sniffed. "I heard her go up to her room like she normally does, but instead of barricading herself in and reviewing her purchases or texting her friends,'" she said with some disdain, "and ignoring everyone in the house, she came down, sat with me and wiggle-wormed her way into my side like she used to do, before."
"Uhh, I didn't really do anything, Aunt Zoe. Well, I don't think I did. We just did some clothes shopping and had some ice cream with a few super-heroes, an alcoholic super-villainess, her henchmen — not minions — and she met a boy. Not sure if he's normal, a superhero or super-villain, but he seemed nice, and Emma laughed at his jokes."
Now it was Aunt Zoe's turn to be confused. Perhaps confused was too mild of a word, gobsmacked. Yes, gobsmacked is the correct term because Aunt Zoe was rendered speechless for a few seconds.
"Wha-what?" she asked when she finally regained control of her vocal cords. I spent the next ten minutes explaining how an impromptu ice cream social may have been the first step in achieving world peace.
Emma and I spent the rest of the afternoon vegging in front of the TV. It was amazing! All the channels and nothing to watch and I couldn't get enough. I'm sure Emma found it a little boring because TV was practically a right for her. She never went without, and she had trouble understanding my enjoyment of watching everything, even the commercials. Did you know that meerkats aren't really cats? A meerkat DNA sample could be an exciting addition to my next kavat.
It wasn't until just after three PM that I remembered I had promised to call Amy. I didn't know what to say to her. We weren't friends at all. I'm not a psychologist or anything, but her response on the bus as well her initial reaction at the mall made me think she had a hero complex. She is a hero, and she has healed people, lots of people, but she sure seemed kind of grumpy when I asked how much she got paid. Doing stuff for free wasn't bad, but it became a problem when people started expecting things to be free. Yeah, I probably shouldn't bring that up again.
On the other hand, she did have a snarky sense of humor once the ice cream kicked in.
"Ordis, connect me with Amy, ummm, Dallon, please." It took me a second to remember her last name.
"Hello?" Surprisingly enough, Amy answered after a few rings.
Maybe the ice cream did help win her over.
"Hey, Amy, it's Taylor." Dead silence on the other end. "You know, from the mall. Ice cream?"
"How in the hell did you get this number?" Amy asked, sounding very frosty — not the good, ice cream frosty, but rather the cold, arctic frosty.
That was a good question, and I assumed Ordis, being Ordis, hacked the phone company. I guess he could have asked Dragon, but if he did, then I would be worried about him going soft on me. "I dunno. I just asked Ordis to call you, and he did."
"Who in the fuck is Ordis, and how in the hell did he get my number? My unlisted and private number?"
Wow, she was a little upset. "Oh, he's my ship cephalon, friend, and pain in the ass, but two out of three ain't bad. How? He probably hacked the phone company because he's helpful that way. Do you need more ice cream?"
[Click]
She hung up on me. I'd say she was rude, but she did have a point even if she didn't tell me to not call her when I told her I would. I shrugged. "Oh well, nothing I can do…"
Well, there was something I could do, but did I want to? If she charged for her services, I would be concerned about putting her out of business, but since she didn't…
~*~
"Fucking bitch…" Amy muttered as she returned her phone to its place in her costume.
Her patients weren't going to heal themselves, and the holiday-induced patient increase made her feel guilty for wasting her time at the mall yesterday. Vicky had it so easy. All her sister had to do was fly around, bust up a robbery, and Carol heaped praise on her, while ignoring the fact that if it wasn't for Amy, Victoria would probably be in jail for manslaughter due to excessive force, and it wasn't just once.
Amy sighed. Ice cream sounded good right now, but so did a smoke break.
"Sherry," Amy called for the RN, who was responsible for directing her to the patients who needed her the most. The RN had stepped into the next room to give her some space when Amy answered her phone.
"Yes? Panacea, is everything okay?" Sherry asked, concern clearly evident in her eyes and the slight frown.
"Yeah, but I need a break."
Sherry nodded, glancing over the sizeable digital clock on the ICU's far wall, "Sounds good. You've been going non-stop for the last two hours."
Amy sighed again because it felt like she had been here for four hours. What would Carol think of her slacking off so soon?
"People are dying, and you wanted a break! What were you thinking? How could you be so selfish?"
Yeah, that sounded like something Carol would say to her.
A hesitant touch on her arm startled her, "Pa- Umm, Amy, maybe you should go home instead?"
Amy wanted to agree with the RN, but facing Carol if she returned from her shift early would only make her feel worse. She slowly shook her head, "No, I'll be fine."
"Uh, okay, are you sure?"
"Yeah, I'll take a fifteen-" Amy felt a splash of guilt for wanting to take more than a five-minute break, but that fucking girl, Taylor. She was responsible for making her feel like she needed more time off and that she was a fool for not charging. Taylor was the one who put those traitorous thoughts in her head. What made her think she knew a thing about her life and the responsibilities a hero faced every day? If Taylor was who she thought she was, why in the fuck wasn't she here and using her powers to heal? A selfish, fucking villain, that's what Taylor was.
Twenty minutes, two cigarettes, and feeling only slightly less stressed, Amy entered the hospital's roof-top emergency elevator. She pushed the button that would bring her back down to the ICU.
Six hours later, Amy returned home to a father who loved her but couldn't summon the energy to turn his head away from the TV he listlessly stared at. It wasn't his fault for being clinically depressed, and she felt a pang of guilt for his condition. Her power could be used on brains, and depression was caused by a simple chemical imbalance. It would be almost trivial for her to fix the physical cause, but that would break her no-brains rule and expose her as a liar. What kind of hero would let someone they loved suffer when they had the power to fix them? What would Carol think if she found out? What would Victoria think? They would hate her, and she would deserve it.
In her office, Carol was working and didn't say a word as Amy trudged past her door, but the pointed glance to her wristwatch spoke volumes.
"Ames!" Victoria flew into her room, literally. The only soul in the entire damn house who was happy to see her was her sister. The sister that Amy loved more than anything and felt like a creepy deviant for having sexual feelings towards. Adoptive sister, but still. "You're late! Why did you spend so much time at the hospital? You were supposed to be home at five. You could've gone with Dean and me today. We found the best…"
Vicky trailed off as her brain caught up to her eyes, making Amy cringe a little inside. She had to look like death warmed over, laying on her bed, still in her costume with splatters of various patient bodily fluids adding color commentary to her life.
"Uhh, bad day?" Vicky hesitantly asked, her glorious smile dimming.
Amy sighed. "Yes, in addition to four ODs, three stabbings, five gunshot victims — one self-induced — a nice lady decided to gift her entire church salmonella with her grandmother's famous chicken salad recipe."
"Oh…" Vicky, her loving, beautiful, and perfect sister sighed and took a step toward Amy. "Do you need a hug?"
Gawd, did she ever! No, it would be wrong. Amy dredged up the energy to sit up. "No, I'm gross, my costume is gross, and I need a shower."
"Ahh, okay, well, I do have some juicy gossip for you." Vicky gleefully announced, once again lifting off the floor with excitement.
If she had to listen to one more story about what one of her sister's friends or worse, Dean, said about someone else, she would scream. The sooner she isolated herself in the shower, the better. Amy stood and started to pull off her robes, "Don't care." She said.
Ignoring her sister, Amy tossed her bulky costume into the basket in the corner.
"Are you sure?" Vicky asked mischievously.
"Vicky," Amy sighed and increased her pace of disrobing for her shower, "I don't care."
"Are you really, really sure?" Vicky's smug, I-know-something-you-don't-know grin was almost at max capacity. "It's about your friend, Ice-Cream Girl Taylor."
Amy's progress snapped to a halt with her t-shirt half removed. "She's not my friend!" She violently pulled off her t-shirt and tossed it across the room.
"Ahh, so you don't wanna hear that Dean is pretty sure that she's Tenno, that new Tinker that the PRT is all panicked about?"
"Fucking figures, and she's not a Tinker, she's a Trump." Amy grumped and sat on the end of her bed to remove her socks.
"Uhhmm, she has tinkertech armor and weapons, and Armsmaster is going crazy. What makes you think she's not a Tinker?"
Amy glanced up at Vicky, "Simple, my power didn't work on her. I touched her and got nada, nothing."
"Okaaay and Dean said the same thing." Vicky spun one-eighty and began to slowly float back and forth like she was pacing as she thought things out. "So, maybe she's a Tinker and a Trump, or maybe she has Trump-Tinkertech?" She stopped and glanced over her shoulder.
Amy shrugged. "Maybe, but don't care because she's a bitch, and I still need a shower."
"Huh?" Vicky cocked her head to the side with confusion. "She seemed kind of nice to me. Maybe a little weird, but nice. She bought us ice cream."
"She called me today."
Vicky nodded. "Seems friendly to me, and she did say she would, right?"
"Yes, but I never gave her my number, and she called my unlisted and private number at the hospital while I was working."
"Okaay, and?"
"Vicky! I never gave her my number, and she admitted to hacking the phone company to get my number."
"I guess that could be bad, but kind of co-" Vicky's admiring grin faded as she noticed her sister's steady and unblinking gaze. "I mean, no, that's bad. Very bad, bad. She shouldn't hack the phone company because that's illegal..." She cautiously glanced over her shoulder and at the door.
Vicky sighed with relief. "Damn it, Ames! I thought for sure that mom had snuck up behind me."
"It's annoying and still illegal." Amy pulled off her jeans and stood up. "I'm done talking about her, and I hope I never see her again."
"Okay, umm, do you wanna talk while you shower? I can tell you about this Thai place we found, and Dean has a-"
"No!" Amy cut in. She couldn't take it anymore. Yes, she would adore having her sister talk to her while she was in the shower, and that was the problem. She also knew that the next words out of her sister's mouth would be about a friend of Dean's that would be perfect for Amy. How could her sister not realize she had zero interest in any boy? There wasn't a single grubby-fingered boy in the world who could compare to Vicky, but she couldn't tell her.
"Sorry," Amy glanced down, ashamed. "I just need to be alone, waste gallons of hot water followed by sleep, lots of sleep because maybe if I sleep long enough, people will stop bugging me."
The gloriously long hot shower helped relax her. Amy even managed a smile when she waved and said good night to her sister as she walked past her door from the bathroom.
"Amy!" She was awakened by Carol bursting into her room, no Brandish since her adoptive mother was in costume. "Get dressed; the PRT needs you at Brockton General ASAP!"
"Wha?" Amy blearily looked over to her clock. It was just after three AM. What happened? Did Lung go on a rampage or something?
"Up! Now!" Brandish impatiently ordered before turning and heading toward Victoria's room. Where she knocked before opening her door.
Amy sighed as she overheard Carol giving her real daughter a less abrasive wake-up call.
Fifteen minutes later, Glory Girl set her down on the roof of Brockton General. In most emergency calls, she was usually greeted by a trauma nurse or ER doctor who would give her briefing in the elevator. This time, she was welcomed by two ER doctors, the hospital's vice president, Armsmaster, and two PRT troopers.
"What the?" Amy muttered. Did a bomb go off, and why was Armsmaster here?
"Panacea, thank you for coming and sorry for waking you up." Armsmaster, of all people, stepped forward and welcomed her. He honestly sounded grateful and genuinely apologetic instead of his usual 'reading from a script' tone of voice.
"Uh, not a problem. What happened?" Feeling even more alarmed, Amy faced Doctor Flemming, the senior ER doctor. "How many are injured and critical?"
"Umm." Dr. Flemming nervously glanced back to Armsmaster. "None, we think?"
Armsmaster nodded. "Yes, and that is what we need you to verify for us."
"None? What do you mean, none?" Amy asked, even more confused than before, because she thought this was a mass casualty emergency.
"Please, come this way," Armsmaster politely gestured to the waiting elevator. "I'll explain on the way down."
Armsmaster was not his usual, impatiently rude self, and Amy should have screamed Master/Stranger, ran, and jumped off the roof.
Two hours later and feeling even more tired and depressed than she did after the six-hour shift the previous night, Amy fell face first onto her bed and screamed into her pillow. "Ahhhhh! Fucking Tenno! Fucking Taylor! Who in the fucking fuck does she think she is!?!?! Damn bitch! I hate her fucking guts!"
A nurse reported seeing a heavily armed female parahuman wearing highly advanced tinkertech armor. The cape appeared near the middle of the hospital, ignoring all attempts to communicate. Then, after a minute or two, a light flashed, and every person — patient and non-patient alike — in the entire hospital was healed by an unknown shaker effect. Not the tinkertech devices the PRT admitted knowing about and kept secret, but an actual parahuman power.
Fucking Tenno didn't even have to see or touch her patients to heal them. It wasn't fair!
How did she know the officially unidentified parahuman was Tenno, aka Taylor H-something, because she couldn't remember her last name? She didn't. Not 100%, but Armsmaster dropped her name a few times during his investigation. More than anything, Amy wished that she could've told him that the patients Tenno healed with her untested power would suffer and die from horrible side effects. She couldn't because aside from pre-existing diseases or genetic conditions, each and every patient she examined was in perfect health.
Not only did the smug, self-righteous bitch technically commit felony assault with a parahuman power at Brockton General. She did it at every fucking hospital in the city. Hundreds of mild- to critically-injured patients in every damned hospital in Brockton Bay, healed. Broken bones, healed, good as new. Patients waiting for an ER doctor to extract a bullet? Bullet or bullets out and resting on top of perfectly unblemished skin. Previously operated on and recovering? Healed and not even a scar to brag about later. Missing a kidney, liver, lung, or other internal organs, not anymore. Oh, did a patient have a concussion or brain injury? Also healed.
Cancer, pneumonia, or some other disease or infection? Sorry, nope, not healed. Why did Amy feel intense satisfaction by that glaring weakness in Tenno's near-miraculous wide-area shaker healing power?
Why did her workload being cut in half make her feel guilty, and how fucked up was she to feel even an ounce of happiness because Tenno couldn't or wouldn't heal a cancer patient?
~*~
I felt pretty buoyant this morning. While I probably shouldn't have because the PRT has silly rules about parahuman healing I had a blast doing a ninja healing run in every hospital. I sort of felt bad that I couldn't cure the folks with a viral or bacterial infection, but I had to leave Amy something to feel heroic about. I could have used my Oberon Prime, but his male, goat-like appearance and Hallowed Ground's flower garden would've caused some panic. Well, probably a lot of panic considering how touchy everyone was about bio-powers. It would've also taken longer due to the need to visit each floor and cover it with flowers.
Director Piggot personally called to yell at me and threaten legal action. I denied knowing anything about some unknown heroic healer running around the Bay. She was less than amused and continued to invent legal threats. Silly things like destruction of government property for parking their spy vans on the roof, Breaking and Entering for walking into a hospital without permission, and last but not least, Assault with a Parahuman Power for healing injured people. She hung up when I asked her if she wanted me to take care of her kidney problem so she could have a drink and relax a bit.
Less than an hour later, I got a call from Amy. Well, she called Emma, who then asked Ordis, via her tablet, to contact me. Ordis, being extra helpful, simply added me to the call, and wow, Amy was upset. I think Ordis just wanted to listen to the stressed-out girl rant at me.
"Amy, why are you yelling at me?"
"You fucking hypocritical bitch! Don't you dare pretend to not know what happened! I had to get up at three fucking AM and check all the patients you healed."
"That sounds dumb." I couldn't believe how anal-retentive the PRT was about healing people.
"No! Dumb is going to every fucking hospital and using an untested shaker healing power on every fucking patient in the God-damned hospital!"
Wow, she was peeved. "Pfft, my Trinity's Blessing is hardly 'untested.' I've used it for over a deca- a really long time, and no one has ever complained. Besides, I thought you would be happy about not needing to work for a day or two."
"Whaat?!" Amy screeched. Yes, she really did. The girl was a bundle of anger and could probably use a day or two off.
"Well, you did seem sorta grumpy about going into the hospital the other day."
"I. Wasn't. Grumpy!" Amy ground out, sounding very grumpy in the process.
"Okaay, if you say so, Miss 'heroes don't charge the people they help while letting the hospital charge their patients out of the wazoo for your time'."
"What?"
It's incredible how much Ordis can dig up when I asked him to find out how much I could charge for healing if I wanted to. Ordis, being his usual 'helpful' self, pulled up the fees the hospital billed their wealthy, out-of-town patients to be seen by Panacea. "What, you didn't know that one-hundred thousand is the standard fee Brockton General charges a medical tourist to be put on their priority patient list, so they will be seen by you?"
"I don't believe you."
"Yep, this year, BBGH has made a cool four million and some change with an ambiguously titled 'Specialist Consulting Fee'. That's not counting all the other driveby healing work you did in the ER. Thanks to your excellent diagnosis notes, they were able to bill the patient's insurance for the full amount as if they had been treated by a doctor. That netted them a lot more than four million. You might not value your power, but the hospital's bean counters certainly do."
"That's not possible. Ca-my mom made them sign a contract saying they couldn't charge, and NEPEA-5 makes it illegal for me to charge since it would put doctors out of business."
"They don't. They charge a 'consulting fee'. That's not 'parahuman healing'. That's just you seeing the patient as a consultant, and they simply add the fee to the bills the patient and insurance company get. They charge what they would've charged if you hadn't been there. Plus, a little more when you are."
"You're lying..." Amy whispered before her voice returned to full volume. "You, you just want me to quit so you can charge for healing because that's what villains do. They lie."
"Uh-huh. Well, I guess it's a good thing I'm not a villain then."
"You're acting like one!" Amy yelled.
I failed to understand how healing a few hundred patients, for free, was something a villain would do. Sure, I may have broken a few stupid laws, but meh, that NEPEA-5 thing was dumb and made by greedy little men in power to help their rich buddies stay rich.
"I bought you an ice cream." That had to count because what kind of villain would buy their imaginary arch-nemesis ice cream?
"You bought everyone ice cream!"
"Yep! And, just to prove how not a villain I am, do you want me to deliver another cup of your favorite ice cream, right now?"
"No!"
"Oh, okay, that's actually good because I'm leaving town for a few days and have a lot to pack. Well, I don't, but everyone else does. Oh, wait, does telling you I'd buy you ice cream and being happy when you said no make me a villain?"
[click]
Amy hung up on me!
"Wow, Taylor, I think she's mad at you," Emma helpfully commented, sounding inordinately amused by my predicament.
"Yes. That girl needs some serious help because she's just a bundle of joy to talk to. Villain this and villain that. She's going to pop one of these days, and it isn't going to be pretty."
"Did you really heal a bunch of people last night?" Emma asked.
"Oh yeah. I did a ninja healing run, and it was fun until all the people started to call and yell at me." I pouted.
Emma sighed, "Why do I have trouble believing you?"
"Because you know me?" It was amazing how well she was able to read me after being apart for so many years.
"Exactly, and how many people called to yell at you?" She asked, clearly skeptical of my account.
"Umm, only two." I needed a distraction! "Should I hunt down and kill the Slaughterhouse Nine? Would that piss more people off or make them happier?"
"What!?" Emma yelled.
My distraction worked. "Yeah, you're probably right. Not enough time, maybe next week. Oh, we have school. So, I need something quicker. I know! I could fly to Boston and visit a few hospitals there. That should get a few more folks to call and yell at me, right?"
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Emma hung up on me. What was it with people hanging up on me? I was zero for three, and the day had hardly begun. I only had one way to go, and that was up, up, and away. To the Moon, baby! Well, Mars, but the Moon sounded more snappy.
An hour later, I had the dubious joy of witnessing my goofy dad give Becky a romantic and extended good-bye kiss. Uncle Alan and Aunt Zoe were a little hesitant to let Emma join me but relented when my dad promised to look after her. I invited them, but Uncle Alan declined because he had to return to help Canary while Aunt Zoe refused just because; I'm not sure why. I think it was part disbelief that going to Mars was real mixed with equal parts hope that it was. She did look very tempted for a few seconds, though. Uncle Alan pressed his expensive digital camera into Emma's hands with instructions to take lots of pictures and not break it.
Oh well, maybe next time.
Considering how we were about to go on an interplanetary road trip, Emma and I sat in the backseat with plenty of room to spare. Previous vacation trips involved significantly less rear-seat space due to all the luggage. Thank the Void for bullshit dimensional storage because I literally had half a ton of stuff packed for a simple weekend trip to Mars.
Becky and Aunt Zoe conspired with each other to properly outfit our expedition. A large cooler was only half full when we left Becky's house and bursting at the seams when Aunt Zoe added more home-cooked goodness to it.
We also had a few extra paper shopping bags full of non-perishable food items. I was beginning to worry if we over-packed. My Dad and Emma had their sleeping bags, pillows, extra blankets, air mattress, folding chairs, tent — no idea — and multiple stuffed animals. Emma's stuffed animals, not my dad's. Suitcase for my dad and Emma's numerous suitcases. Why, I have no idea, but Emma wouldn't be Emma if she didn't over-pack for a trip.
We didn't even make it to the end of Emma's block before we had to stop. With her Shadow Stalker costume and angry woman mask, Sophia was lurking next to a bush and trying to be sneaky. "Is that…" I pointed toward Sophia.
It only took Emma an extra second to spot her friend. "Stop! Pullover!" she yelled.
My dad flinched and pulled over as Sophia stepped away from her concealment and onto the sidewalk.
"What the hell?" I asked, turning to Emma for insight into her friend's thinking process, or lack thereof.
Emma shrugged. "Beats me."
My dad sighed, reached over, and cranked the passenger side window down as Sophia approached. She wasn't brandishing her crossbow, but her appearance here and now was unexpected.
"How'd she know?" I asked Emma, having a good idea of the source of our security leak.
Emma sighed. "Sorry, I told her, but I didn't think she would try to stop us."
"I'm coming with you," Sophia said, surprising everyone as she attempted to open the door.
It was locked, but with the window down, she reached in and manually unlocked the door.
I decided my dad was getting a new car with power-everything as soon as possible.
"Sophia, what the fuck?" Emma yelled, but her friend ignored her protests and opened the door.
"I said, I'm coming with you and" — Sophia twisted to threatenly glare at me as she buckled herself in the front seat — "you, Tinker without her bullshit armor, can't stop me."
While not true, I honestly didn't care if she joined us. I took some wind out of her sails when I simply nodded and shrugged. "Okay, but if you suffer from space sickness, you're cleaning it up."
Sophia snickered. "Like I believe your fucking fantasy story about having a spaceship. Tinkers are bullshit sometimes, but none of them have a fucking spaceship."
Dad used the mirror to look at me. "Taylor?"
"No problem, Dad." I laughed because I couldn't wait to see her face when we left the atmosphere. "We have room. Did you pack a bucket?"
Dad simply sighed, nodded, and got the car moving again.
"Hey, Sophia, or should I call you Shadow Stalk-" I couldn't finish saying her name without laughing at the absurdity of her chosen name. After spending years being hounded by that jackass, Sophia's implied threat was like a Kubrow puppy trying to look vicious.
"What the fuck is so funny?" Sophia asked.
I waved. "Oh, nothing. It's just your name."
"What the hell is wrong with my name?" Sophia growled, causing me to laugh again. She was so adorable!
"It's just the name of some Sentient empowered asshole I killed back home. He was kind of a pain in the ass, but don't worry, if he shows up, I'll protect you."
Surprisingly, Sophia didn't reply, but she did try to engage me in a menacing staring contest. Her attempt was derailed by the responsible adult behind the wheel.
"I hate to bring this up, but in light of your previous interactions with-" my dad pointedly glanced at Sophia, "I'm fairly certain the PRT would not approve of your 'friend' joining us on our little 'weekend camping' trip."
I looked over at Emma.
She momentarily frowned before her eyes brightened. "Umm, yes, I believe you would be right, Uncle Danny, but…" she tapped Sophia on her shoulder and pantamined removing her mask, "what if Sophia's mom gave 'Sophia', her daughter and totally not a Ward, permission to go camping with her best friend? It wouldn't be up to the PRT."
My dad nodded slowly. "That's pretty sneaky, Emma, and I approve, but you do know that the PRT won't see it the same way, right?"
Emma grinned. "Of course, Uncle Danny, but what were those words of wisdom you taught Taylor and me so long ago, something about it's easier to get forgiveness?"
My dad sighed and muttered something along the lines of 'of course, she would remember…' under his breath before turning to Sophia. "Do you think your mom will give you permission? She has to know what happened with you and Emma, right?"
Sophia nodded once and grinned. "Hell, she'd probably be happy to get me out of the f— damn house!"
Yes, she was. After a very brief conversation with my dad, Sophia's mother gave her daughter permission to go on a camping trip. When asked how long it would take and where we were going, I said, "About six hours to get there and our campsite is a smidge north of Russell umm, Lake." I almost said crater, but those are in short supply in this part of the country.
After a quick detour to Sophia's house to get her overnight bag and for her mom to get confirmation that there really was a responsible adult coming — she seemed surprised— we were off. We made it to the Dockyards without any additional surprises.
From the relative obscurity of one of the many empty warehouses, Ordis dropped the Void cloak, revealing my Liset Landing Craft in all its glory. Emma yelped and grabbed hold of my arm while Sophia betrayed her surprise by briefly flickering into her shadow state.
"So, by Mars, you really mean Arizona or someplace like that, right? It looks nice," Sophia skeptically glanced at my Landing Craft, "but there is no fucking way that Tinker thing is really a space ship."
I grinned and shook my head. "Yes, and no. Technically it's not Mars, but it is in Mars orbit, so, yes, it is Mars. Also, it's just my Landing Craft and not my Orbiter, but what makes you think it isn't a spaceship?"
Sophia huffed. "Look, I might not be a science nerd, but where are the giant fucking rockets? I see some jets there in the back, and maybe you have some Tinker antigravity shit and a cloaking device, but there is no way that little thing would make it to the Moon. Hell, I'd be surprised if it could hit orbit."
My dad simply chuckled and shook his head as he headed for the ramp that was lowering from the rear of my Landing Craft. Despite her friend's amusing skepticism, Emma gripped my hand like she was afraid that letting go would cause my Landing Craft to disappear. Her eyes glowed with excitement and she practically bounced up the ramp behind my dad. Just to be contrary, Sophia affected a bored air as she brought up the rear.
Sophia sped up her pace as the ramp began to rise. She managed to perform a graceful skip at the ramp's top and onto the Landing Craft's main deck just as the ramp locked in a closed position, sealing the cabin.
{"Ordis has been ea- getting tired of waiting -waiting patiently for your return, Operator!"}
Of course, Ordis had decided to make our uninvited guest uncomfortable with his favorite glitchy behavior. It had the desired effect of causing Sophia to visibly flinch and reach to where her crossbow would've been if she was still in costume. "Who's that!?" she asked, her eyes darting back and forth, searching for a hidden enemy.
"Relax, that's just Ordis, my ship's Cephalon. He just loves messing with people. It's his hobby."
My dad took the lead at distracting Sophia. "Hey Taylor, can you grab the chairs for us?"
I pulled out the folding lawn chairs and handed one to him and Emma. My dad set up his chair facing the main screen, just to the navigation console's left. There was a nice open and flat area between the navigation and Syndicate consoles that would comfortably fit all three chairs. If we needed room to spread out, the area to the navigation console's right was just as open and roomy. Plus, the view out of the expansive front viewscreen was sure to be captivating for my friends.
Emma, still visibly excited and somewhat lost, followed my dad's lead and placed her chair next to his. After a brief pause, I relented and pulled out the chair meant for myself, set it up next to Emma, and motioned for Sophia to join the crew.
"Okay, Ordis, let's get this show on the road."
I almost expected him to say something snarky. Instead, he smoothly rotated the Landing Craft one and eighty degrees, pointing the nose at the wide-open doors, and inched his way out of the warehouse.
{"Operator. Void cloak activated. Orbital vector calculated. Initiating ascent in 10, 9, 8…"}
Wow, Ordis was being on his best behavior. He slowly brought the Landing Craft's nose up to a forty-five-degree angle while maintaining a level gravity for our passenger's comfort. I was impressed until he reached the three-second mark in his unnecessary and dramatic countdown.
{"Three. Please place your chairs in the upright position. Two, keep your arms and legs inside the vehicle until the ride has come to a complete stop. One, Thank you for flying Ordis Spacelines."}
The view out the front blurred, and in just over two seconds, we were in low Earth orbit. Ordis took it upon himself to provide our guests with a once in a lifetime view by cutting the main thrusters and rotating the Landing Craft around to face the Earth while maintaining our initial vector. Earth, in all its glory, filled the main screen. The entire planet with a view of the Sun rising from East to West across the North American continent. The lights of human civilization sparkling on the West coast.
{"Taylor and friends of the Tenno, are you enjoying the view?"} Ordis softly asked.
Oh yes, I think we all were. Emma, her eyes wide as saucers slowly nodded and whispered with awed reverence, "It's amazing…"
Sophia, meanwhile, exclaimed, "Holy fuck!"
My dad agreed with both of their observations. "Yes, it is amazing, and I never, in a million years even thought I would live to see something like this." He sighed. "Not since that bitch" — he pointed to a tiny spec of glitter in the distance — "put the kibosh on our dreams of space exploration."
Ordis took the initiative to zoom in and display the Endbringer. She was facing down towards the Earth and didn't appear to have noticed us. The Void cloak seemed to be doing the trick, letting us evade detection by her. Or she might've been sleeping, if that is something Endbringers do.
"Okay, Ordis, set course for Mars. Time's a' wasting, we've got stuff to forge, and we need to be back in time for school on Monday!"
{"Of course, Operator Taylor. Setting a best-time course and displaying now…"}
The navigation console's holographic display zoomed out to display the solar system. Mars was currently on the other side of the Sun and directly opposite the Earth, approximately 2.5 AU from Earth. If my Landing Craft was a primitive chemical rocket-based spacecraft, we would've needed to plot a course that took into account the planetary orbits over months to reach Mars.
While we lacked the Origin System's handy Solar Rail Junctions that enabled instant travel between the planets, we had brute force on our side. We could plot a slightly curving and near straight-line course to reach Mars. Our approach would have the orbits of Mercury and Venus going away from us. In contrast, Mars' orbit would have the red planet appearing to come toward us as we skimmed past the Sun from the distance of Mercury's orbital path.
Link to an interactive solar system map tool. Enter 31-DEC-2010 for map.
I thought it might be cool for our passengers to be the first humans from Earth Bet to get a close-up view of the first two planets. It would be a detour, but I wasn't sure how much it would add to the Mars ETA. "Ordis, add a flyby of the Moon and display a course that would allow a flyby of Venus and Mercury."
The display paused for a second before shifting to a projected course. While it would be scenic, it would also delay us by three hours. "Bleh, that would take too much time, and we don't have any bathrooms." I turned to our passengers and pointed at the Moon. "Sorry, but how about just the Moon instead?"
Regardless of the lack of planetary sightseeing, our passengers would be the first Earth Bet humans to travel beyond the orbit of Earth's Moon, pass less than half an AU from the Sun and visit Mars. "Maybe we could visit them on the way back?" I asked.
I think Emma and Sophia were all still in a mild state of shock because they could only muster a wide-eyed nod and "Uh-huh" to signal agreement with that plan. My cool as a cucumber dad managed a complete sentence. "Sounds like a good idea, Taylor. I'm sure we're all anxious to visit Mars."
"Awesome!" I grinned and gave the trio a thumbs up before turning back to the Navigation console. "Ordis, make it so!"
Ordis spun the Landing Craft away from Earth and performed a slight course adjustment that would take us on a close flyby of the Moon. He also added a small window, showing a rearview camera focused on Earth Bet. Earth Bet rapidly shrunk behind us as the Moon quickly filled our display.
"Ordis, can you display the Apollo landing site locations and Doctor Gramme's moonbase site?" I refused to use the man's current alias because it was tragic what happened to him. Just one more crime against humanity to add to the Endbringers' execution orders.
Blue dots with easy-to-read labels augmented the display, showing each landing site's current locations. "Oh, based on our course, we might be able to make out the Apollo 17 landing site and see the moon buggy tracks! How cool is that?"
Everyone except Sophia grinned with excitement. Instead, she looked a little distracted and, dare I say, nervous. "Sophia, are you okay?"
She licked her lips and focused on the display of Earth Bet slowly shrinking behind us. "Uh, yeah, maybe?"
She shifted into her breaker shadow-state for a few seconds. When she dropped out of it, she was gasping for air as if she had just run a mile. "My power! It's, it's not working."
I know I watched her use her breaker state. "Huh? I just saw-"
"No! We have to go back!" Sophia yelled as she lunged and grabbed my arm. "Please!"
I was confused, and I wasn't the only one. Emma reached out and placed her hand on her friend's shoulder, "Sophia, calm do-"
"No!" Sophia let go of my arm and spun toward the rear of the Landing Craft. "I have to go back!"
She frantically yelled, dove for the boarding ramp, and shifted into her breaker state. Her shadow floated through the air, and for a second, I was worried she might actually make it to the outside of the Landing Craft. Doing so would certainly be a fatal experience for her. There would be no way I could get her back inside before she experienced explosive decompression.
Her mom would not be happy with us, and I'm sure the PRT would try to blame her death on me too. Everyone else was okay. How was I supposed to know seeing the Moon would make Sophia go crazy?
I breathed a sigh of relief when her breaker state failed just before she would've phased through the boarding ramp.
"Ouch!" I winced as she hit the ramp face first. Her forehead impacted the deck with a solid thump, followed by a crunching sound as her nose was flattened. Then there was a crack as her jaw hit the floor, her body ragdolling and sliding to a mercifully-unconscious halt half a meter from her planned exit point.
"Sophia!" Emma yelled and ran over to her friend.
I followed, with my dad on my heels. Sophia was out for the count, and her face was a bloody mess. "What in the hell was she thinking?" I asked.
Emma shook her head with confusion, "I dunno. I've never seen her panic before. Can you help her?"
"Sure," I said, activating Vazarin's Protective Dash and flashing through Emma and Sophia.
Sophia's facial injuries were instantly healed, but she did not wake up. The lower half of her face was covered in her blood, a fair amount having dribbled down onto the deck and the top half of her shirt when Emma rolled her friend over.
"Let's wipe her face down. See if she has any additional injuries." My dad took charge. "Taylor, can you hand me the paper towels and a bottle of water?"
"Sure…" I said as I extracted a roll of paper towels and the cooler from my inventory.
A few minutes later, Sophia was still unconscious, but her face and deck were clean.
"Well, she looks okay. I don't see any obvious injuries, but why is she still unconscious?" My dad asked, glancing over to me.
I shrugged. "Beats me, but she did land pretty hard, and I don't really have anything to help with waking her up. Physically, she should be one hundred percent. Mentally, she did kind of freak out for no reason there. I could try scanning her. Maybe her power is causing it?"
My dad nodded. Emma asked nervously, "Should we go back?"
The Moon was behind us and the size of a small marble in the view screen, and we missed seeing the Apollo 17 landing site. I sighed and pointed to the screen. "We could, but it's kind of late now. Let's see what my Synthesis Scanner will show us."
Putting words to action, I activated the scanner and performed a thorough scan of her body with a focus on her head. "That's strange…" I muttered as Ordis analyzed the input and displayed results on my HUD.
"What?" Emma asked.
"Ordis, display results on the main screen, please."
A three-dimensional image of Sophia's body appeared on the screen. "Focus on her head and the Corona Pollentia area of her brain."
The image zoomed in, showing my dad and Emma what I saw. Comparing Sophia's current scan to her previous, it looked almost identical. Her brain appeared healthy. No bleeding or obviously injured areas, and her Corona Pollentia and Gemma looked the same. The 'almost' being the tiny dimensional gateway in her brain that was no longer active.
I pointed to the location in her brain where the gateway existed. "While I have a small sample size, all of the parahumans I have scanned have a small dimensional gate in their brains. Sophia's gate was here, and now it's not."
"What does that mean?" Emma asked.
"Her power has turned itself off. Maybe?" I said, not entirely sure myself.
"Okay, but why?"
I shrugged. "No idea, but she started acting nervous as we approached the Moon. Distance from Earth or proximity to the Moon, but my platinum is on distance from Earth since the Moon is no longer a factor."
"Powers have a range limit?" my dad asked.
I nodded. "Maybe? Sophia's does, but we would need to find another parahuman or two to test the hypothesis."
"Should we turn back and see if her power comes back?" Emma asked, clearly torn between concern for her friend and the trip to Mars.
I slowly shook my head, "She's unconscious but otherwise healthy. Returning now or three days from now isn't going to make a difference. Her powers will either come back or not."
"She's not going to like that…" Emma nervously replied.
"If we turned around now, we could be back home in an hour."
My dad sighed. "Taylor, I know we were looking forward to visiting Mars, but I'm concerned about possible brain damage. It might be best if we got her to the hospital."
Damn, he had a good point. I gave Sophia one last shake, hoping it would rouse her before giving Ordis the order.
"Grrr…" This was more than a little frustrating, but I would be lying if I wasn't also a little concerned for Sophia. I wasn't wholly unsympathetic.
There was one way we could salvage the trip, maybe. "I could have Ordis dispatch my Scimitar lander on an interception course, I go EVA, and Ordis flies you all home. You drop Sophia off at the hospital, and then, Ordis turns around, and you all meet me at my Orbiter. A little late, but better late than never. How does that sound?"
"Ugg, my head…" Sophia chose that moment to return to the land of the living.
While Sophia was understandably concerned about her power, I decided to continue since she was healthy. I lied; she was equal amounts angry and scared silly. I would've knocked her out if I hadn't been worried about causing [more] brain damage. It took almost thirty minutes, but Emma managed to calm her friend down. Sophia had some strange ideas about how her power made her stronger and a better predator.
It was confirmation on who Emma had got all her ideas from, and I felt very proud that my best friend could be a voice of reason for her friend. As the Sun passed on our starboard bow, and we officially passed the halfway mark, I had enough time to contemplate Sophia's viewpoint. Parahuman powers are caused by a very traumatic trigger event, and Sophia probably wasn't entirely to blame for her current mindset.
Sophia being all gloomy and miserable made me feel a tad guilty about causing her to lose her powers. It wasn't really my fault, and guilt and Tenno do not compute. Still, gifts of overwhelming firepower beat chocolate ice cream for emotional support every time. "Hey, if it helps you feel better. I can make you a way better automatic hand-crossbow than that wimpy tranquilizer thing the Protectorate has you using. If you want to keep the crossbow theme, a fully automatic crossbow for your primary. I can even mod the bolts to explode on impact."
I saw her eyes light with interest, and my offer seemed to breathe a little life back into her. "You don't need powers to kick ass, and I'd make you some armor like I am for Emma, but I only have enough components for her set. We can get you fitted, and hey, your power might turn back on when we get back to Earth Bet. So, there is that..."
Sophia nodded grudgingly. "I'll think about it."
As the red planet grew larger on our viewscreen, Emma remembered to take pictures. I handed her the camera, and she went to town. It's a good thing the camera was digital; else she would've burned through a few rolls of film before we got to my Orbiter.
"Is that an asteroid?" Emma pointed to a round, reddish grey lump heavily deformed by craters orbiting Mars.
"No, that's Mars' moon, Phobos. Deimos, the second moon, is currently opposite of us, but its orbit should make it visible to us in fifteen hours or so."
"Oh, it's not as nice as our moon." Emma lamented while she took a few more pictures.
"No fucking way…" While the planet and moon failed to inspire Sophia, the view of my Orbiter and the visible framework of the under-construction Solar Rail caused her jaw to visibly drop.
Orbiter docking animation
Viewing the docking animation, it looks like there is a cargo hatch there on the starboard side (or is it port?).
Orbiter External
Looking at the Orbiter, I've formed the opinion that the upper-middle/spine portion of the ship could've contained a bridge or forward observation lounge, a captain's cabin, and probably officers and/or crew quarters. There is a TON of space there, and in the game, we only see the Landing Craft (Liset), a small hallway area that holds the Forge, Mod station, Incubator, Arsenal, and Relic console. We also only see the Helminth room, lounge area, and, finally, the large Transference control room. It could be argued that the extra landers are stored in a Hammerspace/Dimensional storage, but that doesn't seem likely based on the size of the Orbiter.
The Railjacks and their internal areas tend to lend some support to my Orbiter assumptions.
That's my take on the Orbiter's internal space and unused/hidden compartments...
Viewing the docking animation, it looks like there is a cargo hatch there on the starboard side (or is it port?).
Orbiter External
Looking at the Orbiter, I've formed the opinion that the upper-middle/spine portion of the ship could've contained a bridge or forward observation lounge, a captain's cabin, and probably officers and/or crew quarters. There is a TON of space there, and in the game, we only see the Landing Craft (Liset), a small hallway area that holds the Forge, Mod station, Incubator, Arsenal, and Relic console. We also only see the Helminth room, lounge area, and, finally, the large Transference control room. It could be argued that the extra landers are stored in a Hammerspace/Dimensional storage, but that doesn't seem likely based on the size of the Orbiter.
The Railjacks and their internal areas tend to lend some support to my Orbiter assumptions.
That's my take on the Orbiter's internal space and unused/hidden compartments...
Before docking, Ordis performed a slow flyby of my Orbiter and Solar Rail construction site, allowing our passengers to see both in their full glory and letting Emma get more pictures. I had kind of forgotten how big my Orbiter actually was since I use so little of the available space inside of it. I couldn't remember the last time I had physically visited the hangar or the mothballed bridge, captain's cabin, and officers' quarters in the upper spinal deck. My small "home" area was cozy, and I guess I kept to my relatively small set of cabins due to them being close to my Transference pod. There wasn't a reason to wander empty passageways and peer into lonely cabins wondering who lived there and what their stories might have been.
Keeping them all sealed saved on electricity costs too. Yeah, that was a lame excuse, but with my guests, maybe I could open up the bridge area and let them sleep in their own cabin instead of a sleeping bag in my lounge. It would take a few hours for my cleaning bots to make sure everything was clean and for life support in those areas to warm everything up. Oh well, I was pretty sure we would be a bit busy for the first few hours anyway. Plenty of time for that part of my Orbitor to become habitable again.
Once Ordis initiated docking maneuvers, I turned to my dad. "I'll meet you all inside," I said, just before ending Transference and 'waking' my physical body.
The three-part hatch of the Somatic Link chamber clicked. With a hiss of escaping atmosphere, the upper portion split in half, raised up and over my head before locking in place. The lower section pushed away and dropped into the floor, allowing me to stand and take a step out of my chamber for the first time in over a week.
"Ahhh!" I smiled and rewarded myself with a refreshing stretch. My dad and Emma and oh yeah, Sophia, were about to enter my Orbiter, and I would finally be able to get a real hug! From Emma and my dad, not Sophia.
Filled with anticipation, I cheerfully made my way — not skipping, and if Ordis claims I was, he's a dirty rotten liar — to the front of my Orbiter to greet my guests.
The Landing Craft's ramp finished lowering as I entered my entry hall slash 'engineering' section. My dad and Emma stood side-by-side at the ramp's top, with Sophia cautiously peeking over Emma's shoulder.
"Come on in!" I yelled since they all seemed to be hesitating at the top of the Landing Craft's ramp. I made my way to the bottom of the ramp and laughed. "What are you waiting for, more of an invitation?"
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- Location
- Philippines
IT LIVES! I MUST HAVE MOAR!
Also, Taylor could have Necromechs now. Just saying, if a Tenno is a scalpel that can cut a thousand men down, a Necramech is a hammer thousands die hurling themselves against.
Also, Taylor could have Necromechs now. Just saying, if a Tenno is a scalpel that can cut a thousand men down, a Necramech is a hammer thousands die hurling themselves against.
- Location
- California
Her personal timeline has her in Bet about the time Tenno rediscover Harrow as a frame if I remember right.
- Location
- Arizona
- Pronouns
- Him/His
Honestly, I hope she has the Helminth segment, even if it would require sequence breaking on Sleethr's part - seeing it smile when Taylor feeds it junk will make some eyes roll.
NemiTheNen
Perpetual Phone Poster
The Weave isn't void fuckery.
Helminth is Best Boy.