Starfinder (Worm/Starfinder RPG)

Not disputing your other points, but Noelle was an S-class threat and she only killed ~50 people over a couple of years.

Noelle's biggest threat is how fast she can ramp up, like any biotinker that messes with self-replicating hordes, and the fact she was completely homocidally unstable. Worse, her spawn have variations of the powers of her vicitms. If Noelle didn't create powered clones and only created homicidal humans, I don't know if she'd get labeled S-Class. Maybe A, but not S.

But you can definitely get slapped with a kill-order and not be an S-Class threat.

The Nine mostly stick to soft targets, like small towns and out fo the way areas, or places that have already been devastated, like Endbringer sites. Shatterbird was the only one of them that was actually able to cause such widespread death outside of Bonesaw (and she kept her plagues small-scale that only killed a few hundred people), and Shatterbird was only with the Nine for a few years.

I have no doubt that the Nine have killed tens of thousands in their years as wandering murderhobos, but they have a very high turnover rate and most of the members simply aren't capable of killing large numbers of people as well as getting killed within a few months (Damsel lasted a few weeks at most and didn't manage to kill anybody), as the Nine spend more time under-strength than with a full roster.

Even so, if the Nine wipe out entire small towns, that's still thousands of people dead. Obviously, nobody thinks this hard about stuff but us Nerds, but the US Census considers any population center between 2,500 and 25,000 people as a small town. If the Nine wiped out several small towns every few years, that body count racks up fast. Any one group that pulls off at least one 9/11 scale attack every year are by no means small fry.

As for widespread death, while Crawler, Siberian, and Mannequin can't spread damage around as well unless they start collapsing skyscrapers, you still have more than just Bonesaw and Shatterbird doing damage. Burnscar spreading out of control fires, Cherish causing emotional mayhem out on a wide range, and so on. We don't really have a good clear idea of their full roster over the twenty years Jack led them, but there's still ways to cause mass death even without having high tier parahumans like Shatterbird around.

And given Jack's rules and how the Agnosia plague almost turned out, the Nine is perfectly willing to kill everyone in an entire city. Given nuclear weapons have been used frequently against the Endbringers in the early years, and are trafficed between terrorist groups like Gesselschaft in the setting, it's not too far off to imagine a previous S9 tinker letting off a nuke in a city on previous occasions.

Obviously, there's just not a clear hard picture of their total exploits and previous horrible Bet history to conclusively put down exactly how many people they've killed, but any group that's on the same list as Nilbog, the Endbringers, and Sleeper deserves to be taken seriously as a threat.
 
Small. Time. The Nine have been active for at least fifteen to twenty years. Thousands of dead is not really all that impressive for a multiperson serial killer group with superpowers thats been active for that long.
Especially compared to their turnover.
Well, it's nice that you feel that way?

Regardless of how much you think they should be doing; Everyone in Wormverse treats them as exceptionally dangerous and as one of the most prolific group of killers in the country.

Because they are.

It drew all three members of the Triumvirate, and volunteers from around the country.The S9 attack on BB only got Legend and some capes from NY.
Miss Militia specifically mentions that the PRT has tried using overwhelming numbers before and that the Triumvirate has clashed with them multiple times; it always backfired.
 
Sorry this is late.
Whoa there.

You do know the S9, at the absolute minimum, have killed tens of thousands of people? That's because we know they never go more than a few days before they go on kill binge, as stated in canon, and thus assuming only one member kills one person every three days over the course of twenty-four years, that's still 26,280 kills.

Single Parahumans, that are not S-Class threats, personally have tens of thousands of kills like Black Kaze. As such, the S9 should have way way more. Shatterbird alone has a death count in the thousands just from the first use of her power in the Arab Emirates. It's not entirely out of reason to say that over the course of two decades they've killed hundreds of thousands of people if not several million.

They aren't small time in the setting at all.
One: tens of thousands of people is probably an exaggeration.The Nine are excellent at laying low, which wouldnt really be possible if they left a mountain of dead bodies behind them everywhere. Furthermore, the Nine were frequently understrength due to their collisions with hostiles, sometimes severely.

They came to BB with only 8 members, two of them new(Jack,Shatterbird,Siberian,Mannequin,Crawler,Bonesaw,Burnscar,Cherish) and three experiments(Hack Job, Murder Rat and Pagoda), then left with 4(Jack,Bonesaw,Siberian,Hookwolf). Gained 1 recruit(Damsel) then lost both her and Siberian a couple weeks later.

Two: The Jack-led iteration of the Nine have been in operation since 1987 when he and Harbinger killed King.
Twenty four years and a roster of more than thirty members and candidates to rack up thousands of dead. Still a large number, but killing thousands over two and a half decades is a very different matter from doing so in a year.

Three: Black Kaze allegedly killed 20k over an unknown period of time.
When your principal targets are civilians in an unpoliced disaster zone racking up a bodycount isnt that difficult.
And that's flat out wrong. In the very same chapter where they introduce the concept of S-class threats with Echidna, they state the S9 are one.
Didnt remember that quote. Thanks for the citation. As of when though?
To the best of my knowledge the Nine were not considered an S-class threat when they came to Brockton Bay.
Hell, their threat rating might well fluctuate depending on current membership.

The reason the Triumvirate don't just dogpile the Nine, outside of Cauldron shenanigans, is the fact they're always on the move, they have the Siberian who can kill them, and Bonesaw will kill the entire population of whatever city they're in with a plague if the Triumvirate intervene with their games.
They didnt dogpile them in Brockton Bay when they knew where they were either.
And noone questioned their non-appearance, not Piggott, not the public, not even Legend who was there.
Sure, Siberian can kill them, but so can the Endbringers, and they show up for EB attacks like clockwork.

Riley only joined the Nine in 2006, and Shatterbird was well after that; I dont think shed been a member for a year when she got killed.

I'll grant that the Nine were a S-class group AFTER Brockton Bay, where Bonesaw hit a large section of the city with a selective bioweapon that was only counteracted by Panacea.
But I do not recall anyone characterizing them as S-class before then.
And the Empire is already targeting John in his Starfinder persona, so the threat they pose to Jackfinder is already moot.
Neither are known to poach Wards from the Protectorate though. That's a huge step to take, especially away from their main seat of power.
The Empire is a much smaller, less influential group than Gesselschaft.
Who can bring more resources to bear. Its the difference between having beef with a single gangbanger and having beef with the emtire organization.

IIRC, Wildbow's PRT Quest had Upperhand murder a PRT cape named Hydrofoil for unknown reasons.
And they literally talk about Bastard Son in the same breath as the Nine. Many Elite cells are essentially mafia who avoid law enforcement, but not all of them work by those rules, especially if the target is juicy enough. The Elite are not safe.

Note that the Adepts poached a Ward off the PRT without expecting much reaction.
And the Fallen outright kidnapped a bunch. I would not make hard assertions about what a criminal group might or might not do given sufficient incentive. Especially since the Elite are cellular, and local policies differ.
The Fallen are mostly located in the south, and won't make a move on Brockton until/if it gets hit by an Endbringer. Unless Starfinder/Jackfinder start working against them or the Endbringers after the Nine are dealt with, I don't see them hunting for him right this moment.
We know that the Fallen canonically had branches as far north as Wichita Kansas and Kansas City Missouri.
And Valefor et al's move on BB in canon was a move of opportunity; they have no history of moving in to cities or areas that have survived EB attack. And they are opportunists; the Wards they grabbed in the Midwest didnt do anything to them either.

Yeah, but the Yangban probably already have an eye on a tinker that produces healing potions, so again, point is moot. He's already in danger from them.
You can say the same about a cape who can mass produce magical healing medicine too.
Yeah, but until people tie the two together, which is inevitable in this universe, his best course of action is to eliminate not only the largest threat to himself, but the main threat that kickstarts Scion's rampage. Regardless of if you think the Nine are small fry compared to the above factions (which they aren't at all), both we and John knows what they can do as the S9000 and how Jack can set off Scion. That immediately makes them a number one priority over the rest.
They dont need to grab the potionmaker to benefit from him; the Yangban can negotiate for or loot the medicines without having to worry about grabbing the tinker. Arguably intercepting and stealing shipments of drugs is a less risky endeavor than trying to kidnap the Tinker without killing them.

A Thinker's services on the other hand are not just bottled and shipped; they need the parahuman.

There's no guarantee that people will tie them together.
Dragon wasnt outed despite all the high level Thinkers she routinely worked with. Narrative inevitability will bring John into contact with Slash and the Nine, but I doubt its because people connected their identities.

The S9000 was only possible because the Nine had Bonesaw, a ton of tissue samples, Mastered Blasto then looted Toybox.
And frankly, I suspect John would feel more than a little queasy plotting the premeditated death of a child who was abducted and brainwashed at six years of age. Thats probably why he did not start with Bonesaw.

Yeah, but Tattletale is bullshit. Her figuring out how the Endbringers durability works just from looking at them is enough to tell me she might cotton on to StarFinder if given time.
StarFinder is working via proxy though.
Remember, Merlin manages his PHO presence; he has never posted on there in his civilian or cape personas. If she was looking for JackFinder, she'd be trying to find Merlin, not John.

And even TT has limits; she never figured out Dragon was an AI, did she? Or which gender Circus was born as?
Cherish probably averted, then?
Probably.
Wont necessarily stop people like Ravager though, so MP is still at risk.

Well, it's nice that you feel that way?

Regardless of how much you think they should be doing; Everyone in Wormverse treats them as exceptionally dangerous and as one of the most prolific group of killers in the country.
Because they are.

Miss Militia specifically mentions that the PRT has tried using overwhelming numbers before and that the Triumvirate has clashed with them multiple times; it always backfired.
Dangerous sure. Nobody disputes that.

S-class is a whole different class of threat. Its Behemoth kills 50% of the capes we fight and we keep sending more. Its Glaistig Uaine ate 33 capes of the multiple teams thrown at her, then ate 13 of a 50-man strike force, making the rest run, and you're still gearing up to throw more at her. Its dont wake the Sleeper.

Before BB, the Nine were to my knowledge not in that category.

Can I get a citation for the claim that Miss M explicitly said the Triumvirate dont work?
Because Legend's presence implies otherwise.
 
Note that the Adepts poached a Ward off the PRT without expecting much reaction.
And the Fallen outright kidnapped a bunch. I would not make hard assertions about what a criminal group might or might not do given sufficient incentive. Especially since the Elite are cellular, and local policies differ.
Both of those groups did face immediate, heavy retaliation though.
 

Real life always comes first. Don't worry about it.

But, be prepared, there's a lot of quotes to be posted now.

One: tens of thousands of people is probably an exaggeration.The Nine are excellent at laying low, which wouldnt really be possible if they left a mountain of dead bodies behind them everywhere. Furthermore, the Nine were frequently understrength due to their collisions with hostiles, sometimes severely.

Tens of thousands is a bare minimum of what their kill count should be. Think of the sheer logistics. The S9's faces are put on billboards when they're detected nearby to warn the populace to simply run away if they see them, and the Nine have absolutely zero legal protection. If the Nine need to grab food, they can't just walk in anywhere and pay with cash. They take it and likely kill people. If they need fuel or supplies, they kill people. If they want to sleep anywhere besides inside their Residential Murder Mobile, they have to kill people. They don't have a non-cape identity anymore. They need something, they take it, and kill anyone in the way or just whenever they fancy to.

Yes, the Nine are excellent at laying low. That's either from avoiding conflict, or simply being very good at killing all witnesses and dealing with the corpses when needed, and given they have a pyromancer, two cannibals, and a bio-tinker; dealing with bodies is very easy when they don't want to leave their art around.

15.x said:
"The Nine," Dragon explained. "We know their general behavior. After a spree like the one they had here in Brockton Bay, they're going to retreat. They'll stick to back roads and isolated small towns, use time and distance to let the heat dissipate. Jack may keep his people engaged with games like what he tried to set up here. Scaling up slowly in a remote area, seeing how badly they can terrify the local populace, ending with a grand climax before moving on. They'll also be looking to recruit and replace missing members, and I expect they'll go easier on testing the recruits until they've replenished their numbers."

"What are you doing, then?" Assault asked.

"We're going after them," Defiant spoke. His voice was partially altered by his helmet, but it was still identifiable.

Why is everyone pretending they don't know that's Armsmaster?

Defiant continued, "And we're not going to stop. Pursuit will continue twenty-four seven, year-round. We keep them running until they get tired and hungry enough that they make a mistake, and we capitalize on that."

"We've tried this before," Miss Militia responded. "I'm not saying I don't appreciate the idea, but Assault was just arguing that it's easier to attack than to defend, and I agree. You won't be able to prevent every casualty."

"The primary issue before," Dragon replied, "Is that the previous efforts were squads, sleeping in shifts, always moving. Invariably, the Nine would catch on to what was happening, they'd take out the squad on duty and then they would disappear before the others could mobilize to stop them. Or the Nine would circle around and kill the off-duty squad members. We don't have that problem."

Even when "laying low," they still attack small towns and keep killing people.

They also are known to attack elementary schools:

Parasite 10.6 said:
They thought nothing of descending on an elementary school, just because they could. When the heroes came for them, they came with lethal force.

Jack's threat to personally kill a thousand people after two years is taken completely seriously by Theo:

Interlude 11b said:
"Fifteen year old Theo. How many people's lives will you touch in these coming two years, because I've spared your life? Two hundred? Five hundred? A thousand? How far will the flaps of your butterfly wings extend?"

Theo glanced at the phone. It glowed and moved again. Was Kayden in the lobby?

Jack went on. "If you fail in this, I'll kill nine hundred and ninety-nine people in your name. I'll even break my usual rules to get the body count that high, so it's something special, beyond my usual habits. Maybe a bomb, maybe poison. I'll come up with something. I can target the people you love, those you're closest to, people you've affected. Aster there can be the nine hundred and ninety ninth, and you'll be the thousandth. Perfect. Canceling out the impact you've made in the world, it's poetic."

Theo swallowed. A thousand people? Could he say no? Could he refuse the offer? Or would Jack carry what he threatened regardless?
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Theo handed Aster to her mother. He felt dazed at the magnitude of what faced him. Two years.

Every time Shatterbird uses her power over an entire city for the first time, it maims and kills hundreds of people:

Interlude 11e said:
So that was why she hadn't hit the entire city with the blast, shattering the glass and maiming or killing hundreds. She hadn't wanted to kill any prospective members, wanted to reserve her power for when it would be most dramatic.

Shatterbird alone destroyed Dubai when she got her powers. She alone could have tens to hundreds of thousands of deaths just from that depending upon how crazy she went off in the United Arab Emirates, when a single scream can affect an entire city.

Individual members of the Nine can easily have hundreds to thousands of kills. As a whole? They have way more.

They came to BB with only 8 members, two of them new(Jack,Shatterbird,Siberian,Mannequin,Crawler,Bonesaw,Burnscar,Cherish) and three experiments(Hack Job, Murder Rat and Pagoda), then left with 4(Jack,Bonesaw,Siberian,Hookwolf). Gained 1 recruit(Damsel) then lost both her and Siberian a couple weeks later.

They have a high turn-over rate, yes; that doesn't mean they aren't an S-class threat that is compared to in the same breath as the Endbringers. Only two others are officially declared S-class threats at the start of canon besides them: Nilbog and Sleeper.

Besides, after their stint in Brockton during canon, with Defiant, Dragon, and the Dragon's Teeth on their ass, they pretty much don't make a come-back until the S9000 arc, which happens right before Jack ends the world by setting off Golden Man.

Before Scion and the Endbringers, they are literally the overarching Final Boss tier before the "Real" Final Boss shows up in Worm's canon story. Using JackFinder to kill them all with absolute prejudice is the smartest thing he can do while they're down.

Two: The Jack-led iteration of the Nine have been in operation since 1987 when he and Harbinger killed King.
Twenty four years and a roster of more than thirty members and candidates to rack up thousands of dead. Still a large number, but killing thousands over two and a half decades is a very different matter from doing so in a year.

Again, Shatterbird killed thousands of people when her powers first activated in Dubai, and kills hundreds of people every time she uses her power in a city. That's just one member of the Nine, and one of them that actually stuck around longer than most.

Interlude 25 said:
Most members of the Nine had lasted only weeks or months. She could count the ones who'd lasted longer than that on the one hand. A shame she didn't have samples for all of the past members, but she had most of the good ones.

Her, Jack, Mannequin, Siberian, Shatterbird.

Crawler had managed pretty well, too.

He'd been a doofus in the end, though.

Given she's in the same line-up as Jack and Bonesaw, Shatterbird has years with the Nine under her belt. Which means, even if she was only a member for three years, and used her power to announce the Nine's arrival in a city a dozen times, that's thousands of people dead, just from her.

But, given WoG, we know she's been a member longer than Bonesaw. She was part of the line-up back in 2005.

WoG said:
Gray boy would be gone before 2005. Crimson and Winter would be present. Bonesaw's been with the Nine six years, so she's either just joined or will join soon.

That means...

Jack, Crimson, Mannequin, Shatterbird, Winter, Chuckles, Crawler, Siberian, Hatchet Face.

If Bonesaw's joined, then Crimson's gone, as she replaced him.

Three: Black Kaze allegedly killed 20k over an unknown period of time.
When your principal targets are civilians in an unpoliced disaster zone racking up a bodycount isnt that difficult.

She started killing after Leviathan attacked Kyushu, and was only captured due to her scavenging nature:
WoG said:
At the end of the day, though, she was human, and living on one's own, scavenging, possibly getting sick, or having tooth problems, or missing nutrients, she started to slip. Maximum connection to passenger, minimum quality of care for her own body. Might well have passed out or fainted in the midst of a confrontation.

At worst, assuming she was captured at the beginning of canon before Lung's internment into the Birdcage, that's only 12 years, half of how long the S9 had been active under Jack up until canon.

And given the Nine's principal targets are civilians and they constantly poke at disaster zones post-Endbringer attacks, the comparison isn't that far off.

9.4 said:
"The Slaughterhouse Nine," Clockblocker leaned back in his seat, groaning, "Fuck, that'd be all we needed."

"Wouldn't be the first time they've arrived at a location in the wake of an Endbringer event," Flechette pointed out.

Didnt remember that quote. Thanks for the citation. As of when though?
To the best of my knowledge the Nine were not considered an S-class threat when they came to Brockton Bay.
Hell, their threat rating might well fluctuate depending on current membership.

They most certainly were.

18.4 said:
"Didn't need doing in the first place," Triumph said, sighing. "I was prepared to risk my life the day I graduated from the Wards. Knew what I'd be getting into. Week I had clearance, I watched all the video we have of the class S threats. Leviathan, Simurgh, Behemoth, Slaughterhouse Nine, Nilbog, Sleeper. I knew what I was getting into. So I'm not shocked or horrified at the attempt on my life. What gets me is what you did to my dad. Set his career back years, if it's even recoverable, by forcing him to take that stance. The whole thing, start to finish, was unnecessary."

Triumph graduated before canon's start. We have no idea when they were declared an S-Class Threat, but it wasn't from what they did in the Bay.

They didnt dogpile them in Brockton Bay when they knew where they were either.
And noone questioned their non-appearance, not Piggott, not the public, not even Legend who was there.
Sure, Siberian can kill them, but so can the Endbringers, and they show up for EB attacks like clockwork.

Because, again, the Nine use whatever city they're in as hostages. It's part of their rules:

13.1 said:
Sirs and Madams,

The terms of engagement are as follows:
1. Three days to each member of the Slaughterhouse Nine so we can conduct our tests. Tests will be performed one after the other, with eight rounds in total.
2. A successful test or the removal of a candidate who has failed a test will earn the tester bonus time. 3-12 hours for a successful test depending on the number of candidates remaining and 24 hours for an execution.
3. Should a tester suffer a sound defeat at the hands of any individual during their allotted time, they will be penalized one day of allotted time.
4. Each tester operates independently, with no hands-on assistance from other members of the Slaughterhouse Nine. Assistance may be bought, bartered or otherwise rendered in a hands-off manner, possibly including medical assistance, information, provided equipment and suggestions.
5. Candidates may receive assistance, hands-on or otherwise, from Brockton Bay residents only. We are fully aware that Legend and his teammates are in Brockton Bay. Should they interfere with a tester, all candidates will lose the protection of any rules, all terms offered here will cease and the threat implied in point eight will be carried out. This only applies to confrontations with the active tester.
6. The Slaughterhouse Nine will handle the punishment of any members of their own team, in the event of failures, the inability of the tester to perform at least a partial round of testing or killing a candidate without notification.
7. Should the defending parties have two or more candidates remaining when the eighth round of testing concludes, the Slaughterhouse Nine will depart Brockton Bay without incident and refrain from returning for three years at a minimum.
8. If and when the Slaughterhouse Nine do eliminate five of the six candidates, or if any candidates leave the city, the Slaughterhouse Nine are prepared to penalize the city for their failure.

Mannequin is the first to carry out his round of testing. He has two days remaining.

We will be in touch.

Said unsaid threat being, "Bonesaw unleashes a plague that kills everyone here." Their threat is taken entirely seriously too, so either the Protectorate is playing it safe, or have seen what happens when they disobey first hand, without a Panacea to undo it. If they ever pulled that off against a city with half of the Bay's population, that's over a hundred thousand people dead in a single attack.

Also, the Siberian is the one to have killed Hero, not an Endbringer. So, they kind of have a leg up on the setting's Kaiju there.

Riley only joined the Nine in 2006, and Shatterbird was well after that; I dont think shed been a member for a year when she got killed.

Nope. Shatterbird was a member back in 2005, before Riley. She's a S9 veteran for years before they get to Brockton.

I'll grant that the Nine were a S-class group AFTER Brockton Bay, where Bonesaw hit a large section of the city with a selective bioweapon that was only counteracted by Panacea.
But I do not recall anyone characterizing them as S-class before then.

And, going by the earlier quotes I've posted, you'd be wrong.

Canon only goes back so far, so we have no idea when they were declared an S-class threat, but considering how long Shatterbird's been a member, they've had a city ruining cape with them for over half a decade.

The Empire is a much smaller, less influential group than Gesselschaft.
Who can bring more resources to bear. Its the difference between having beef with a single gangbanger and having beef with the emtire organization.

Except we know more about the Empire in canon than we do Gesselschaft. After the Empire gets taken out, the Undersiders as a whole have no real reprisal from Gesselschaft at all. The biggest thing we hear from them is getting thwarted in their attempts to acquire nuclear weapons in Europe by local capes.

There's no real reason to assume they'll be a factor after the E88 is dealt with, since supporting the Empire is their main interaction with the cape scene in the States.

IIRC, Wildbow's PRT Quest had Upperhand murder a PRT cape named Hydrofoil for unknown reasons.
And they literally talk about Bastard Son in the same breath as the Nine. Many Elite cells are essentially mafia who avoid law enforcement, but not all of them work by those rules, especially if the target is juicy enough. The Elite are not safe.

Hydrofoil was also wrapped up in some unknown illegal activities, and likely entangled himself in Elite buisness. That's not the Elite going out of their way to target a Ward. That's them assassinating a crooked cape they don't care for. Attacking an adult is generally far more acceptable than kids.

Bastard Son is compared a lot to the Nine, but he's used as their enforcer. They don't send him on recruitment drives. The Elite may not be safe, but they aren't more dangerous than the Nine, especially considering Jack's role in things. If they do anything, they'll approach Starfinder/Jackfinder with a soft sell. They can't just kidnap a Ward from the Protectorate without reprisal.

Note that the Adepts poached a Ward off the PRT without expecting much reaction.
And the Fallen outright kidnapped a bunch. I would not make hard assertions about what a criminal group might or might not do given sufficient incentive. Especially since the Elite are cellular, and local policies differ.

Again, as LokiMotion stated, those two did receive retaliation from the PRT and Protectorate right afterwards. Also, there is no Elite branch in Brockton Bay.

We know that the Fallen canonically had branches as far north as Wichita Kansas and Kansas City Missouri.
And Valefor et al's move on BB in canon was a move of opportunity; they have no history of moving in to cities or areas that have survived EB attack. And they are opportunists; the Wards they grabbed in the Midwest didnt do anything to them either.

Which is a far cry away from Brockton Bay, which is north of Boston. I'm closer to Kansas City than they are! They're literally half the continental US away from John! Come on.

What oppurtunity is Jackfinder giving the Fallen again? The Fallen's the last group John will target with his "Locate on Planet" power given Mama Mathers, so I don't see them grocking on to where he's at, nor moving against the Bay unless it gets visited by an Endbringer.

They dont need to grab the potionmaker to benefit from him; the Yangban can negotiate for or loot the medicines without having to worry about grabbing the tinker. Arguably intercepting and stealing shipments of drugs is a less risky endeavor than trying to kidnap the Tinker without killing them.

I don't see how well that will do them, considering the potions are a limited resource. Even if it does help with a heal there or here, it's obviously not as beneficial as having a monopoly over the substance.

A Thinker's services on the other hand are not just bottled and shipped; they need the parahuman.

True, but again, I don't see him not being on their radar as is in his much more public persona.

There's no guarantee that people will tie them together.
Dragon wasnt outed despite all the high level Thinkers she routinely worked with. Narrative inevitability will bring John into contact with Slash and the Nine, but I doubt its because people connected their identities.

There's also the possibility of John letting it slip to someone, and it spreading from there.

The S9000 was only possible because the Nine had Bonesaw, a ton of tissue samples, Mastered Blasto then looted Toybox.
And frankly, I suspect John would feel more than a little queasy plotting the premeditated death of a child who was abducted and brainwashed at six years of age. Thats probably why he did not start with Bonesaw.

You say that as if they can't get those resources here. They were mauled and hounded far worse in canon after all.

And I have absolutely no queasyness about plotting the death of someone like Bonesaw. It's not her fault, but that doesn't mean her death won't save lives. It's up to the author for sure, but until Jack's taken care of, or unless Contessa pulls her magic, you can't just redeem Riley that easily. The girl creates viruses that literally cause people to explode into meat sauce, and she giggles about it. If he can capture her and tries the harder path to save her, good on him, but I have no remorse if he gives the military the needed info to kill her and the rest of the nine either.

StarFinder is working via proxy though.
Remember, Merlin manages his PHO presence; he has never posted on there in his civilian or cape personas. If she was looking for JackFinder, she'd be trying to find Merlin, not John.

But as we see with Dean, that connection isn't perfectly hidden. And that's pretty much all you need with Tattletale to uncover some truth.

And even TT has limits; she never figured out Dragon was an AI, did she? Or which gender Circus was born as?

Tattletale did figure out Dragon was an AI.

28.2 said:
"I'm talking about Dragon."

I glanced at Defiant. I had my theories, but it remained a secret. One that Dragon and Defiant had both kept even as I'd gotten to know them better.

Defiant nodded slowly. "Tell them, then."

Saint glanced over the entire room, as if assessing us, trying to judge who his allies and enemies might be in the wake of whatever revelation he had to share.

"Dragon is a robot. A computer program," Tattletale said.

Saint's mouth was open, as if he'd been about to speak. He shut it. He looked mildly annoyed. "Yes."

I glanced at Tattletale, who nodded a little. In the corner of my eye, I could see Imp look at Rachel, surprise on her face. Rachel didn't seem to care.

"Correct me if I'm wrong, Defiant. Dragon's a tinker-made artificial intelligence. I initially thought you made her-"

Defiant started a slow shake of his head.

"-But no. That'd make your relationship incestuous, and you don't give me that kind of vibe. Someone that isn't active anymore, probably dead. She was burdened down with nasty restrictions, the same restrictions that led to her outing Taylor here, despite her reservations. Rules she had to obey no matter what…"

And as far as Circus goes, Tattletale is far more correct about their nature than anyone else.

WoG said:
Circus is best described as a genderfluid cross-dresser and both of Tattletale's suppositions are thus correct, which is why her power can't give her a definitive answer. In being unsure and not knowing, Tattletale was probably closer in labeling Circus than anyone Circus has met. Circus is pleased on a level (being someone that defies/plays with their own gender identity to the point that it confounds someone like Tattletale), and thus takes it as something of a compliment.
 
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Can I get a cite for that? I dont recall the fallen ever having been punished for kidnapping the Wards.

Of course it has been nearly ten years since I read Canon Worm...
In my notes for Kansas City, the Fallen raided the city to pull off a distraction and then another contingent kidnapped a group of Wards, with intention of marrying them into the Fallen. International attention ensues. This could be a background event or event for the players to deal with.

...

At this stage, PRT assets are tied up following the ramifications and ripple effects of the Echidna incident. Chicago is dealing with the loss of Myrddin, so can't really send people.

More like the PRT puts out the call, heroes volunteer, and heroes that are 'floating' (that is, not assigned to a department or office due to juggling of rosters) might well volunteer for the task.

That's the good news. Bad news? This kind of incident has happened before - so something like it could still happen in your campaign. Even with the PRT devoting resources & tons of public pressure, it was an uphill battle to find the kids. The Fallen are slippery, and the reason they haven't been wiped off the map is that they utilize a cell structure and have some cover from parahuman abilities. Valefor's mom in particular. A thinker doesn't want to go scanning tracts of rural/unpopulated area for missing kids if it means a chance of seeing her looking back at them. Because if they do, then they'll likely end up in a brief coma followed by a year and a half of something like being convinced the walls are bleeding spiders. She has kids with buds from the same shard and farms them out to other branches of the family in exchange for some muscle (Eligos being some of that). Not that same degree of punishment or screening, but stuff in that general vein.

If you set things earlier, then Myrddin still has stuff to deal with, and but it's liable to be a more organized team with more inherent teamwork, and higher expectations they'll be able to find the kids, before realizing it's tricky & there are traps in wait. As a GM, it would be left more up to the PCs as the larger groups run into stumbling blocks.
Source. It was the setting for some Weaverdice campaigns Wildbow was running or establishing for others. So not in Worm, but the campaigns are canonical and mentioned in Ward. I've linked to the thread itself rather than one comment, as the information is spread out over half a dozen or so comments he made.
 
So not in Worm, but the campaigns are canonical and mentioned in Ward. I've linked to the thread itself rather than one comment, as the information is spread out over half a dozen or so comments he made.
So the Fallen being punished for it has the same sort of retcon validity as the Youth Guard, gotcha.

Since I like to think that not all authority figured are corrupt, stupid, incompetent or some combination of all three, I will believe that one of the PRT/Protectorate spec ops teams did in fact drop the hammer on the chapter that took them.

With no Fallen survivors.
 
So the Fallen being punished for it has the same sort of retcon validity as the Youth Guard, gotcha.
If you're going to take that approach, you need to acknowledge that the Fallen kidnapping Wards carries an exactly equal validity, considering that that's how we learned that it happened. You can't accept that the Fallen kidnapped Wards while also rejecting that the PRT retaliated, since they both come from the same account.
 
Jesus, I knew they didn't fully experience the horror of World War 2 the same way my world had, on account of the fucking superpowers and all, but come on. I wasn't even talking about anything insanely stupid like killing the Endbringers or anything.
*blinks* Uhh is that an AU thing in your story or the character not knowing the setting very well because in WORM canon the timeline didn't noticably diverge from the real world till about 30 to 40 years after WW2

Most of the typos are fairly obvious I think but if you have trouble spotting the typo in some of the sections feel free to point out which ones to me and I'll elaborate
I figured that was as good a queue as any to get up myself and finally managed to force myself to a standing position. Glancing around I found my suitcase, and started digging around for a change of clothes. Blessedly, whomever I had been before my mind had been jammed into this body had a similar taste in clothes to me, so I had no problem grabbing a pair of loose jeans and a baggy t-shirt to start off my day.
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The rest of the morning went pretty quietly apace like that. Auntie had already put out some toast for all of us to have for breakfast by the time I had been in and out of the shower, and Gerard was nowhere to be seen, presumably having gone to work already. She shot me an apologetic wince when she saw my face, but otherwise didn't comment. In fact, she didn't say anything at all to me, just sat on the couch watching my and Terry nibble on our toast while an awkward atmosphere settled across the living room.
me and Terry
Then without saying a word, she slipped behind the dumpster. Before I could follow her she came back clutching a backpack I'm almost positive hadn't been behind the dumpster. It was obvious to me that she had probably hidden in inside a wall or something using her power, but I tried to look surprised regardless. I guess it worked because Sophia shot me another 'I am better than you' look before slinging the backpack on and jogging off again.

"Lords Market." She shot back instantly. We spent the rest of the run in silence. Mostly because it was all I could do to keep up. When we were a block or so away from the Market, Sophia ducked into an alleyway and unzipped the backpack, which turned out to contain a sizeable mound of hard cash in it. Hesitant for a second, she pull some of it out - maybe a hundred dollars worth of loose bills - then turned towards me.

Then I pointed a finger at one od the targets, and cheered when a frigid ray of ice froze the thing solid.

I'm glad you asked John! You see, I was wondering pretty much the exact same thing, and, knowing the weapon literally couldn't maim me, had opted to test it by stick my hand behind a paper target and letting Soph shoot at it.

"No, listen. I'm not going to pussy out on you. I'm just thinking we change it up. Look, what I just take the sidewalk at a jog and you can shadow me up above. We'll make better time, and I can be like, a distraction. If we find something everyone will focus on me so you can line up a shot on them." I offered, even as Sophia used her power to escape my grip.

Holy shit, she's actually going to keep pulling that Batman shit on me. Is this what Robin felt like until I figured out the trick for himself? This sucked.

For instance, I nearly killed a guy today. I'm still not sure how to feel about that, given that he tried to kill me first, but the problem was I didn't have a non lethal option. Energy Ray came in three flavours. Fire, Lightning, and Ice.

None of those were healthy to apply to an unarmored person.

So where did that leave me?

Healing spells I could start working in right now

G.I. Joe
Mr. Laborn .... you repeat this one a lot





Again, I came from a civilized society. Inwas not at all accustomed to the almost casual way this city was so fucked up. So when it was shoved into my face, I got just the tiniest bit mad.


I closed with the guy whos arm I had frozen

"She's probably addicted to something. I wanna say drugs, but she could just be an alcoholic. You'll wanna run her last Panacea to help her detox without getting withdrawal symptoms or your pitch will fall flat." He offered.


'Ah. Well. I don't have Cape radar. Not... really. Uh... call it an instinctive Thinker power? Sometimes I just know stuff." I deflected, while also leaving the door open for myself to pull knowledge out of my ass. It wouldn't fly with anyone who knew anything a out powers, because theyd start asking questions. Soph however...


Maybe that was because I aas a child that acted like an adult, or maybe it was something else.






For a bried moment, I entertained the idea that maybe my level - which unfortunately hadn't gone up after the thing with Whirlygig - might actually raise my stats or something.







Grue had the power to emite billowing clouds of inky blackness that completely blinded anyone in them. They absorbed all light, most forms of projected energy, and dampened sound such that you had to yell to be heard above a whisper.

All things being equal, Grue was probably.one of the more powerful Capes in the setting, limited only by the fact that he held no interest in straight up murdering people, and hence didn't use a gun. He just got ignored a lot because what he did wasn't especially flashy.





My parents died and now I live with my Aunts abusice boyfriend in the Nazi capitol of America.





Don't 't ask me how I managed to turn a car battery and ten pounds of electronic junk and scrap metal into a jump jet.


I could tell people jow to beat them, but that actually just made everything worse, because when one died, more would show up right afterward.

It was also jow Soph had found her previous stash house, the one that had payed for all my starting gear.

Soph had, to my great surprise, taken to the concept of punching anove your weight class using cooperation just a bit too well.



The last thing I'd gotten done for her was to replace her cloak with a Holoshroud. At rest, it was pretty much just a cloak. But if she stopped moving, it automatically projected an image that hid Soph from view.

"She knows your monitoring her right?" I asked, just to be sure. Soph, like any teenage girl, really hated the idea of being spied on.
 
Whew what a rush. Just finished binging the story and it was a good six hours of distraction. The worst part was reaching the end so soon! I'm interested in seeing more chapters and seeing this get off the ground and to mid to high tier powers. I do dislike that the powers being shard related seems to be true though, I prefer my OCP to actually OCP and no idiot conflict ball included.
It's funny how 'the public hospital can magically heal you nearly for free' would be super detrimental to the hospital Kaiser owns, and that Kaiser just happens to really hate Starfinder in particular isn't it?
Kaiser owns a hospital now? Huh didn't realize this was AU. Though the World War 2 mention might've clued me in. The Medhall Corporation building is in the medical field (Pharmaceuticals Company (They make/research stuff)) sure, but they don't treat patients like a hospital.
Jesus, I knew they didn't fully experience the horror of World War 2 the same way my world had, on account of the fucking superpowers and all, but come on. I wasn't even talking about anything insanely stupid like killing the Endbringers or anything.
Scion didn't show up in normal canon till before May 20th, 1982 (When he was first sighted) and that is when timelines started deviating normally.
Not all Tinker shards work this way, but part of why John is limited to the framework of Starfinder gear and doesn't just take the concepts involved and make entirely new shit is that his shard is cheating for a lot of it.
Gah, It's a shard. Euwww.
Well it's out of story WOG, so I'll try to forget it, and make believe it doesn't exist like most of Wildbow's comments.
Sure it does. The psychologist sees that he's "trying to act like he's an adult" and thinks he has another Vista on his hands.

Or maybe he's too worried about the end of the world for a normal kid. (A subject that can easily come up when dealing with death and with the drive to use his powers.)
I mean, maybe. Or he's just always acted mature for his age. Also keynote, he can't be 'another Vista' because canon hardass Vista doesn't exist yet and is happy-ish to still be cutsey and unicorns related.
Seems like he isn't really concerned with the Empire having his tech? I thought it would be a serious concern with Starfinder tech being potentially reproducible. Not to mention that some racist asshole running around looking like him and maiming heroes isn't a good thing.
Yeah I'm seriously concerned with how he has basically ignored his stolen tech all this time and it really finally bit him on the ass it seems. No way of tracking/scanning for his tech has been even attempted yet, or even much thought on it AFTER Vicky got plastered by the Compliance Ray. I'd be worried about his tech being actual REAL tech and completely producable and reverse-engineerable if not for the above stated post WOG from the author that it's just shard-tech and shouldn't work.
To the best of my recollection, Kaiser owns a pharmaceutical company, not a hospital.
Oh hey, answer buddies!
Some Empire mook will keep using John's gun until it breaks down. It's a powerful weapon that can blind most heroes. Maybe they can keep using it for longer if they only use it sparingly and not on random ABB thugs.

Edit: Also John's weapons use ammo. So that also limits the Empire.

I think John's Starfinder tech is still tinkertech, and the magic potions are not reproducible even to other tinkers. Armsmaster was able to build something based off John's Advanced Wavelength Scanner, which isn't magic at all. John's tech still requires frequent maintenance (John complained about maintenance), so I assume his tech still degrades eventually like tinkertech.
I was all gung-ho about disagreeing with you since I didn't think his tech operated by tinkertech rules, but you have that author post that sadly says it is indeed shard-tech.

I do have to note after a search of the story, he hasn't mentioned having to maintain his tech not even once. So it doesn't seem he takes any time to actualy maintain and so it may not be breaking down. And most of his tech is using energy, not physical ammo, for firing his weapon. The only one he had on that suit was the Compliance Ray I believe.
 
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I just finished reading the story so far and have quite enjoyed it

typos below most were fairly obvious as I recall but if not feel free to ask and I'll elaborate as best I can

"Which is - no offence - stupid as hell. You understand that with good use of her power Vista could sit on top of a skyscraper someone and snipe people who are inside buildings right? Just load the bloody thing with tranquillizers or something. It makes her more effective in her role, and keeps her well away from any real danger because she'd be so far away from the action. Keeping the Wards safe is part of the point right?" I countered, only slightly annoyed at her.

Instead, I just shrugged and turned to continue walking. The rest of the short trip happened in relative silence

The problem was, I did have an imprint of an ancient hero to use, so I'd have to copy someone else - probably Armsmaster. And something told me he might take issue with me trying to scan him into a crystal for any reason, regardless of whether I explained it to him or not.

Not a bloody supermarket. Although I suppose that was partially the point. This was just one of a handful of Empire operations Merlin had been able to pick out based on all the data he stole from the goon cellphones I'd been rifling recently. It wasn't like they were super obvious either. The Nazis didn't just blatantly texted each other this stuff. This was something the AI had figured out based on GPS data in the phones after cross referencing a bunch of them together.

At this point, despite not being theoretically able to panic, I was definitely beginning how perfectly fucked I was. My only real chance was to hide out and avoid detection for as long as possible in the hopes that help would come. The problem was, a guy in power armor roaming the streets would be pretty obvious, and my naked form beneath wouldn't be much better.

"Merlin man, I know I didn't really limit you, but come on with the invasion of privacy. People are gonna start to thing I'm weird." I sighed, swatting Sophia on the shoulder and jerking a thumb in the direction we had to go.

"Fuck. Okay, I'll play the distraction. Try and pick off anyone who won't see you coming." I offered with a grimace. Again, I could survive being shot in a suit of Junk Armor, but it wouldn't be pleasant. As it was I was starting to collect a pretty sizable collection of scars and bruises just based on the previous days events.

Which was for the fucking best. I don't know what kind of Trump bullshit empowered this pricks, but if it was completely uninhibited I'd be calling bullshit right about now. On the opposite side of the hall from me, I saw Shadow Stalker ghost out of a wall next to another one of the now eight men, turning solid just long enough to throw and elbow strike into his temple followed by a roundhouse punch that sent him stumbling to the ground. She made to reach for his gun, but was forced to enter her Breaker state again when the rest of the goons turned to fire on her - an opportunity I took advantage of by blasting another one of their weapons to pieces, disabling its wielder in the process.

Beyond level four, I wasn't going to be able to reasonable build much of anything - I just didn't have the resources for it.


"For a guy whose single you sure have a lot to say on the topic." I grumbled back at him.









"I understand that it's not the best for PR purposes, but unlike myself Shadow Stalker was already pretty well know. People already know she uses a gun to fight, so no one involved is going to earn any points by taking that away from her. Besides that, her power is entirely defensive in nature, even with it she's just a teenage girl - she needs a ranged attack of some kind. Ma'am." I explained, acknowledging the jab to my side Sophia sent my way at 'just a teenage girl' by bumping her with my hip.

"Missy your eleven, I don't think you count as - ow!" I hissed when something slapped me upside the head. I turned to glare at Missy for that one but she just looked innocently at me as though she had done nothing wrong.


"I get that a lot. You would think that being old enough to get shot at would mean I'm old enough for people to stop bugging me about it, but that jackass Skidmark has someone got a monopoly on swearing." I groused.


"No sir. I will handle this - there are hostiles converging on the vehicle and backup is approximately two minutes away." The AI snapped back. The drone next to me whirred to life, and the teo manipulator arms on its back dislodged themselves from its spine, one holding a syringe-like weapon and the other a pistol. Simultaneously, I detected several scans of the men in front of me, as my custom microlab - a class feature of the Biohacker class - powered on inside the drones chassis.


The result was that I was mostly just staring at vaguely sophia shaped cut out in the space in front of me, and because I wasn't wearing the mindlink circlet I couldn't calm her down without outing a bunch of things to the other Wards.
 
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You would think with all the time I spend tinkering - getting paid to tinker, even - that I would have my kit up and running in no time. And for the most part, you'd be right.

My power armor had suffered only a superficial amount of damage during the fighting, probably because I had prioritized healing people over getting into a fist fight with Mush. So that took me nearly no time to finish. Power cells took nearly no time at all to whip up or recharge. I've previously mentioned that I barely have to pay any attention to brew healing serum.

Really the only thing that took more than five minutes to patch up or start on was fixing the damaged leg on Science Dog - and even that was drastically easier the second time around.

So if I had to explain the factors that lead to me taking nearly another week to be ready to go out on patrol again… I guess I'd have to start with therapy.





"Now, if you can, I'd like you to tell me in your own words what happened." The therapist - he had a little placard on his desk, which was located a few feet away from the couch and chair we were respectively sitting on that read 'Doctor Sharma' - said to me.

I shrugged uncomfortably at him, and opted to just do what I was told.

I have seen, way too many movies about uncooperative fucks, wasting everyones time, by refusing to take their therapy seriously.

"Well… okay so- so I was going to the hospital with my guard detail. And the Merchants attacked us- I mean, I think it was Merchants, I dunno, the report they're doing says that the Merchants were there but that someone basically gave every homeless person in the city a gun and told them I had a magic serum that was going to make all their addictions go away and stuff but that's ridiculous because the serum doesn't-" I started to explain, proceeding to explain my explanation, then explaining that explanation until the unbothered stare of the slight indian man who had asked the question, forced me to pause.

"A-anyway. I was… in the van with the guard detail." I repeated, then stopped to take a deep breath. It wasn't like I was going to cry or anything. I just… it was just hard. Like the words didn't want to come.

I wasn't going to cry because I'm not an actual child. There. Easy.

'Just gotta do what I'm told and I'll be better.' I pressed myself mentally.

"That is not how therapy works, sir." Merlin interjected.

'Then what the fuck is the point?' I snapped, before taking another deep breath.

'No, nevermind. Just, let me get through this bit.'

"Yes, sir." My AI acquiesced.

"John?" Doctor Sharma prodded me gently.

"Our van got hit from the side, and we went rolling. I'm pretty sure the two deaths were because the troopers with me bounced off my armor as we rolled." I blurted out. The Doctor nodded at my statement then opened his mouth - but for me it was like the flood gates had opened, and I couldn't stop or I wouldn't be able to muster the will to speak anymore.

"And then I got out and- I mean there were so many people. It was the middle of the day, and traffic was what you'd expect, and there were so many people. And I mean, the attack only happened because of me, I mean, I know it literally wouldn't have happened if I didn't exist, so all the people who got hurt-" I continued to explain, trying to distill my feelings on the subject down to as few words as possible and probably failing.

"John, I know that-" the Doctor tried to interject.

"No, no, you aren't- I mean, I literally know what would have happened, if I didn't exist, and it would have sucked, and I still think I need to be here, but those specific people wouldn't have been hurt if- no one would have died that day if I didn't-" I spluttered as I slowed down, getting lost in… well, recollection.

I actually had a really poor visual memory. I didn't think in pictures, my mental landscape was an entirely black space with words scrawled across it, which didn't lend itself well to remembering how things looked. But the sounds, the viscera, the sensation of it all - that had been burned into my mental retina like a laserdisc. I could perfectly replicate the sound of that trooper's throat snapping as he bounced off my open hand, never to get back up again. I could paint an exact picture of the little girl who would live, but who - deep in her eyes - held the now infinite trauma of knowing what her own intestines looked like. I don't even know how many people I had worked on during that brief fight.

But I knew I could sketch out every last scene of desperation and pain without effort.

"John. Look at me. Good, good, now count to fifty, please." The doctor ordered me when I finally wound down, and I realized I had stopped talking and was now just staring blankly at the ceiling where my head rested on the arm of the couch I was laying on.

With painful slowness, I turned my head towards him, and started counting. It didn't make me feel better, but it did make me feel slightly more present.

Baby steps, I guess.





"Just so you know, bringing a girl to an abandoned building without explaining why is usually a bad sign." Emma said flatly to me as I skirted the edges of the building I was planning to turn into my new 'secret' workshop.

It wasn't that I had a problem telling the PRT what I was doing - they couldn't stop me from tinkering on my own time anyway - but I liked to keep a clear separation between stuff the PRT paid for, and stuff I was doing out of pocket.

For legal reasons, if nothing else.

Naturally I had informed Armsmaster that I was going to be building armor for Amy and Vicky - no reason to leave the flying brute out if I was going to be doing it anyway - but I hadn't… actually… detailed it.

Mostly because it was going to be sort of… bio… tinkery…

"Yeah, well. You wanted to hang out, and my therapist told me to be with my friends more often so-"

"So you invited me on the creepiest date possible?" Emma snarked at me.

I blinked and looked over at her, for the first time realizing that, yes, she was kind if dressed up - I mean, as much as a teenager can do so. It was a cute blouse I guess, bright green so it went with her hair.

"What? No, sorry. Did I not… explain what we were doing?" I said slowly, drawing to a halt in front of Redmond Welding.

Yes I was aware this was the Undersiders hideout. In the future. But right now, it wasn't - so I could at least sort of guarantee it was empty.

"Yeah, yeah. Blah blah tinker stuff, blah blah armor for New Wave. Do I get armor too?" She stated before asking, then did this thing where she skipped closer to me so that she had to look up into my face while asking.

I blinked at her again.

"I mean - I don't really have the resources to…" I trailed off, as she leaned closer to me, taking a step back so we wouldn't end up touching somehow.

"…to make a third suit. Maybe another time?" I finished, deflecting from the awkward attempt at intimacy with a person I wasn't honestly that close to.

Sorry Emma. I've seen all the shitty teen movies you're borrowing from and my libido doesn't activate for teenagers.

Emma - as socially competent as ever - took nearly zero time to readjust, shooting me a thin lipped smile of annoyance. I felt kind of bad for her, but ultimately, I was more than aware that she would probably find anywhere between six and ten guys to have crushes on the second she walked into highschool, so I wasn't that worried about it. Teenagers are stupid that way.

"Fine. So what, we just hang out while you do your… thing?" She asked, wiggling her fingers at me like I was magic or something.

I mean. I was. Magic I mean. But she didn't know that.

"Yeah, soon as my other friends get here." I explained, tilting my head upwards.

"Other… friends?" Emma asked me casually.

"Yeah. Kind of have to measure them to make armor for them you know? You can probably help me with that actually. Soph found it uncomfortable enough when I did it for her and we're cousins." I said without really thinking all that hard about what I was saying.

When Emma didn't immediately respond I looked back down to find her expression locked in a friendly smile that felt both fake and foreboding.

Eh. She'd probably thank me later, after I introduced her to Vicky. They worked in the same modeling field kind of right? Or… no wait, Vicky had just started the modeling thing now that she had powers. I guess that technically made Emma more experienced than her?

Whatever. I'm sure they'd get along fine, and then maybe Emma would have someone to latch on to that wasn't me.

The silence got sort of awkward while we waited, so I busier myself checking my cellphone for messages from Vicky and Sophia. Soph was jogging here after her morning shift on console duty - which she hadn't entirely been able to avoid after the Grue thing - and Vicky said she was just getting dressed, and would be here in five minutes. I assumed she'd be carrying Amy, so…

Man, I really need some male friends. I should… talk to Dennis more often maybe?

"I talked to Taylor yesterday." Emma finally said, breaking the silence.

"Oh yeah? That's good. What about therapy? Any of that?" I asked casually, while feeling anything but casual inside. Literally all I wanted was for Emma to get some help and chill the hell out. That was it. I didn't think it was a lot to ask.

"Daddy is… looking for someone." Emma admitted in a surly tone that sounded.. almost sort of fake, actually.

'Merlin is she lying to me right now?' I asked rhetorically.

"That would be impossible to tell, sir." He replied easily.

'I thought you were spying on them and everything?' I half asked and half whined.

"You explicitly told me to 'keep that creepy shit to myself', Sir."

'So, you know, but you won't tell me, because..?' I prodded.

"Second guessing your relationships is bad for your emotional development." The AI rattled off easily.

I stifled a groan, but didn't press further. I had to assume Merlin knew when it was important to tell me stuff, and, when it wasn't. Even if I didn't fully appreciate being the victim of what was most likely a self help book titled 'Child Rearing for Dummies'.

"So…" I trailed off. This was the problem I had with Emma. She acted like we were a lot closer than we actually were, and unlike Vicky, who I had a rapport with by dint of having read a novel where she was the main character, and Sophia, who I had to live with, I didn't really… know what to do with her. I'm asocial at the best of times, and was never much for small talk, so more often than not, being around the redhead just resulted in her bombarding me with questions that I did my best to answer while dodging her not at all subtle advances.

It was tiring, is what I'm saying. But, doctors orders and all - I didn't have that many friends, and I tried to keep my interactions with Vicky below the point that would tweak Dean.

I didn't necessarily succeed at that last thing, but I did try.

"Right. Taylor. I was actually over at her house when the news about you came on." Emma said quickly, picking up the thread and running with it, as excitement made its way back into her tone.

I… tried not to wince at the reminder, and the accompanying dazed sensation, and would have let her continue, but couldn't help but ask a question.

"You were hanging out while… watching the news?" I asked quizzically. That couldn't be standard teenage girl behaviour. Could it?

"No, no- I wanted to watch the livestream of your debut and then we saw all the stuff on Pho about the attacks so we turned the news on." She explained quickly before getting a thoughtful expression on her face.

"Did they script that by the way? You said your favourite music is rap, but you only listen to old rock music right?" She added, stepping closer to me again.

"I listen to a bit of everything, but it was a little scripted. We're kind of the token 'black' superheroes in Brockton so…" I explained, then trailed off with a shrug.

"Well that's super shitty. I actually found an old vinyl thingy my Dad used to use in the garage, if you wanted to-" Emma started eagerly, only to be cut off as Vicky slammed into the ground on our right.

I was entirely unphased by the sudden loud noise and rush of air, but Emma's hands snapped out to grab my arm and started squeezing so hard it hurt.

"Yo! Sorry, I had to shower, I was doing some sparring with Uncle Neil before this!" Vicky cheered to me. I noted that she wasn't carrying Amy at probably about the same time that she noticed that I wasn't with Sophia.

"Where's-"

"What-"

We both paused, and I made a go ahead gesture with my free hand. Vicky, accustomed to this since it happened to us a lot, just shrugged and took a moment to readjust the black t-shirt she was wearing where the wind had obviously disheveled it. I'd told them they'd need to be measured and not to wear anything too hard to put on and take off.

And I was definitely going to hand that process off to Sophia or - if she didn't get here soon - Emma.

"What's up with her? Are- are you okay?" She asked, inching towards us and forcing me to realize that Emma still had a deathgrip on my arm and was hyperventilating just a little bit.

"I-" Emma said then paused to take a deep breath and I felt her grip loosen. "I'm fine. Sorry, you just scared me, is all."

"Sorry, John doesn't usually mind the noise so I don't always slow down right away." Vicky answered sheepishly, although her gaze swivelled downward to where Emma was still grabbing me.

Emma seemed to take note of the glance, at which point she plastered an apologetic look on her face and let go of me.

"Well look at that, Armsmini can make friends." Amy's snarky voice called down from above us, breaking the momentary quiet.

I tilted my head up and was - again - unsurprised to see what was, for all intents and purposes, a gryphon gliding to a halt on the nearby pavement. Unlike the last attempt she had made at such a creature, this version of Amy's gryphon was a lot more traditional looking, although I guessed the internals were still a nightmare of esoteric bullshit not meant to be seen by mortal eyes.

Nothing that big has any right to fly without esoteric bullshit involved.

"I literally told you guys I was bringing a friend who knew my whole deal. I got permission from everyone even." I pointed out.

"Yeah but we thought you meant a boy." Vicky pointed out, even as Amy slid down the side of the Gryphon, and it started to wobble like it was made of jello, before compacting itself into a seagull over the course of three horribly disgusting seconds.

"I mean. I'm friends with you guys and you're all girls." I pointed out, reaching over to gently pry Emma's hands off of me. Again.

"Yeah but that's different. We've got professional overlap." Amy joked. She had pretty much the exact same clothes on as Vicky - sweatpants and a black t-shirt. Closer inspection showed the shirt had a white New Wave symbol on it, but I didn't really try to examine it that closely.

It was on her chest after all.

"You didn't even have powers until like, a week ago." I jabbed at the surly brunette.

"Doesn't matter. Cape family. I still count." She retorted, although she did blush slightly in embarrassment.

"So… Do you not have any friends without powers?" Emma asked suddenly, causing me to blink in surprise and actually think about it.

"…does my personal trainer count?" I tried, thinking of Mr Laborn.

"No." Emma said flatly.

"It's usually hard for people who don't have them to get people who do." Vicky said, eyeing Emma. She put a weird emphasis on the word 'get' that I wasn't parsing right, and I guess Emma didn't either because she just arched an eyebrow at the blond. I had a feeling she'd picked that up from Taylor's mom somewhere because It didn't seem like something her Mom would go for.

"A-ny-way!" I said, clapping my hands once for emphasis. "Let's just go inside. Soph will be able to get inside easy but I kind of need someone to fly up to that open window to unlock the door from the inside." I said, pointing to the offending second floor window on the metal shop.

""I got it."" Amy and Vicky said at the same time. Then Vicky paused and, demonstrating a rare amount of self awareness, copied my 'go on' gesture to her sister, who no doubt just wanted an excuse to make her new powers useful.

Amy smiled gleefully at the gesture, and the seagull - which had taken up a position on her shoulder like a parrot or something - fluttered up to the window.

Two minutes later, a Gorilla opened the front door.

"I needed thumbs, for the lock." Was all Amy said when I shot her a flat look at that. The look wasn't because of the gorilla - it was because she had jump scared the shit out of Emma with it while doing so.

We hadn't even started yet and I had a headache. I could not wait for Sophia to get here.

She was way better at distracting Amy than I was.





"What the fuck are you doing?" Was the first thing Soph asked me after ghosting through the door and stopping behind me to pull a towel out of her bag. She was wearing her jogging outfit, and was sweating like a dog - which made sense if she had actually run the entire distance here from Headquarters.

What I was doing was… complicated.

Well. No, it wasn't, but explaining it kind of was.

"He's not always like this?" Emma asked curiously, having been hovering behind me pretty much any time I hadn't explicitly asked her to go do… anything else. Vicky had commented on it more than once with increasing levels of annoyance, and Amy - being Amy - had dogpiled on just out of principle.

Soph had actually shown up during a brief lull in the… I hesitate to call it conversation.

"Nah, he's always weird. I just wanna know what the fuck he's doing. Who the hell are you?" Sophia asked, bending over to pull a water bottle out of her bag that she promptly chugged.

"I'm Emma. John saved my life a while ago and we've been friends ever since." The redhead said with a pleasant smile that twitched slightly when Vicky made a loud snorting noise from across the room.

Yeah Emma and Vicky… well, they didn't fucking like eachother for some reason. I had no godly idea why - if you can be friends with Sophia then surely you have the forbearance for anything - but I had already committed to memory the fact that I shouldn't ever try to get them in the same room after this. It was a pity -
I had the feeling that Amy and Emma would have actually gotten along if the brown haired girl wasn't so set on following her sister's example.

It wasn't even like Vicky and Emma were openly insulting each other or anything. They just seemed like they annoyed each other.

"Huh." Sophia grunted, then turned entirely away from Emma to peer at what I was doing again. "So? What's with the art piece." She pressed.

The 'art piece' as it were, was about one hundred and forty kilos of rotten meat that I had begged off a handful of different butchers over the course of the week.

…rotten meat that I was doing my best to staple together into a roughly humanoid shape. I'd had to use pieces of wood and metal as structural supports in place of bone and all but… it did look a bit macabre.

"I-" I started to explain, but Emma jumped in and spoke over me. Also, she literally jumped on me, leaning over to balance her weight on my shoulder where I was crouched on the ground stapling a porkchop to a leg.

"He's growing power armor with fungus or moss or something. He said it would be cheaper than making metal armor, and would work better for a shapeshifter." She explained.

Sophia took on a thoughtful expression then shrugged. "Cool. For Amy's thing right?" She asked me.

"Yeah. She said she can still feel the thing, like an extra hand, so we have no idea if it getting hurt can make her bleed out or go into shock or something. And this power armor should shift with it so…" I trailed off, absently stapling another piece of material to the meat mannequin.

The truth was, if I could get away with using biological armor under Piggot - I would. The Encounter Suit wasn't the best power armor, but it suited our needs here perfectly. When it was done it was basically just dark blue skin with a visual texture not unlike shark hide, albeit much thicker than normal skin. I didn't technically have the specially cultured fungus needed to grow the stuff normally, but some working with Amy had gotten me what I needed from her projection.

Of course, that had led to a brief conversation about the dangers of biological warfare, to which Amy had summarily wrinkled her nose and said she'd rather just turn the thing into a unicorn.

Which, I mean, sure. Why not.

"How long do we have to do this anyway?" Vicky finally asked, drawing my attention to the area behind me where Vicky and Amy were using a piece of metal I'd conjured up for them each to stir two oil drums that were now full of chemicals at a constant but slow pace.

Vicky's was white. Amy's was a light turquoise.

Second skin was the best I could give them on short notice, mostly because I couldn't afford to buy this much meat three times over, even if it was rotten meat. Vicky only really needed 'armor' on the off chance that her shield went down, and while the second skin wasn't what I would consider heavy protection, it was still about as good as wearing a full body bullet proof vest. So it would definitely keep you alive in a pinch. I didn't know if Vicky was planning on switching costumes to match Amy, or if she was going to wear it as an undersuit beneath her already white costume - but honestly I didn't care.

To me 'wear armor' was just common sense.

"It has to stay at a constant consistency for an hour, then I have ten minutes to program it to the right size and shape- so maybe another fifteen minutes?" I offered. Technically, calling it 'smart matter' that I could 'program' was a cop out if not really a lie. There was a pseudo magical alchemical thing I'd have to do later involving a bunch of magical script and a usb with the right measurements on it.

I'd also feel worse about making them work, but the armor was for them. I technically wasn't getting anything out of this besides an excuse to hang around my friends.

…my friends who kind of hated each other. Hm.

Anyway, the point was, until I did some magic about it, the mixture second skin armor was made of was basically just really terrible glue.

"What about that?" Amy asked, gesturing at the meat mannequin with her chin.

I had no idea why she was mixing her vat herself - I had never said her projection couldn't do it for her - but I suppose she might just get some kind of catharsis out of doing it with her sister.

I was starting to realize that a lot of what made the Amy I knew so cranky all the time was the sensation of exclusion her powers created. Even after she got powers, she wasn't really on a team, she didn't really function as part of the unit - she was just there for after everyone else came home at the end of the patrol.

This Amy was still kind of a cranky bitch, but it felt like more of an affectation than a cry for help. A personality trait even.

"This'll take about three days, and I'll have to come here twice a day to make sure nothing has gone wrong with it." I answered.

"And then we can go on a patrol?" Amy all but demanded.

"Unless you want a gun or something - yeah." I said with a shrug.

"Oooh this is gonna be great! Glory Girl and Petting Zoo! Sister heroes!" Vicky cheered, letting go of her stirring implement to pose obnoxiously for a second before snatching it back up again.

"Sorry, Petting Zoo?" Emma asked incredulously.

"Yeah! Cus she can make Dumbo over there into any animal- it makes sense!" Vicky started to explain, then switched to yelling mid sentence when Emma started to laugh so hard she was snorting like a pig.

"It- it's so stupid though! Oh my god! Did- you actually picked Glory Girl!? It makes so much sense!" Emma cackled, leaning on me and howling with laughter.

"It's- it's not that bad…" Amy muttered. Then she got some support from a surprising angle I should have probably expected.

"It's fine." Sophia said idly, leaning over me to lightly swat the top of Emma's head.

"Ow!" She complained, the mirth draining out of her. "What the hell? You can't just hit a person!" She yelled.

Sophia responded by stepping forward. Just one step.

I recognized that step. It was the step that typically precluded Sophia getting into a fight after a prolonged period of posturing. I recognized it because it had taken four such altercations before anyone had reported them to a teacher, and six such altercations for everyone to get the message and leave her alone.

I also knew that Emma had actually pissed off Sophia somehow, which I guess made sense when I allowed myself to internalize that Soph and Amy were friends somehow.

"Ehem." I said, then cleared my throat for effect.

Sophia - who I have to stress, I have been going well out of my way to make even just a little bit more social - paused to turn her glare on me for a second, then snorted and meandered over to talk to Amy and Vicky like Emma wasn't even in the room.

"You live with that?" Emma asked me incredulously.

"Believe it or not she really matured since I met her." I said with a sigh.

"That's mature?" She hissed at me.

"Oh yeah. You still have all your teeth." I replied.

Yeah. Definitely,.. definitely not going to bring Emma around anymore.

Naturally, and possibly in sheer defiance of my wishes, reality bent just to spite me.

"Yikes. So… you'll be here tomorrow? Want some company? Like your therapist said, right?" Emma offered innocently.

"I don't think-" I tried.

"Me and Ames could come around tomorrow. We have to plan our patrol after all!" Vicky called from behind me with quicksilver speed.

I sighed.
 
So I was JUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUST about to go to bed, so I can wake up nice and early and get to work on time, then you posted this chapter.

Thank you good author, you made me laugh. May our protagonists get the help they need, and may the engines of xp be merrily chugging along to awesome stuff. Also, thanks to you, I actually did pick up the Starfinder book that mentions the -too tired to look through stacks of books- nanite stuff and typical tech! Thanks for the inspiration!


Now to infect my 5ed campaign setting with further conversions! BWUAHAHAHAHAHAHHAHAHAHAHAHAHAAAAA!!!
 
I just want to say congratulations for updating again. Also when I saw this chapter posted I immediately recognized and remembered what the story was about and the general plot of it so far. That is crazy when there are so many Worm stories and I haven't read it in over a year. Goes to show that this story is both well written and pretty unique too. I don't necessarily remember GG being into the MC though but it is pretty funny in this chapter.
 
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I just want to say congratulations for updating again. Also when I saw this chapter posted I immediately recognized and remembered what the story was about and the general plot of it so far. That is crazy when there are so many Worm stories and I haven't read it in over a year. Goes to show that this story is both well written and pretty unique too. I don't necessarily remember GG being into the MC though but it is pretty funny in this chapter.

For the most part, even I'm not really sure that's the case. Im patterning most of the teen behaviour on people Ive known, and most of starfinders behaviour on my borderline autistic ass, and I was… prone to missing social queues. But I *did* have a female friend whos relationship I was constantly providing advice for that was also weirdly territorial about my love life - so I guess take that for what you will
 
Aside from not liking her as a character generally, due to being a below average specimen of teenaged humanity, not a fan for the kind of interpersonal BS Emma brings to the story. There's already more than enough of it deeply embedded before she showed up.

The pew pew tinkering, inventions scaling up part of all this is crying in a corner as empty headed bitching reigns on high.
 
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