Sword and Song [Worm/Transistor] [complete]

Ha, one would think that Contessa would have known that of all the agents Paige had access to, Accord was the most dangerous... I guess it was simply very unlikely that Paige would activate him?

Is it sort of the ultimate plan vs. Ultimate Improv, with Paige's own power unexpectedly coming into play at the last desperate moment, giving her the opening by "disarming" Contessa?

All in all, a rousing battle.
 
In a mere post you have hammered in exactly how much of this is going over my head having never played transistor. Contessa fight was pretty awesome though
Honestly, replace all parahumans with Transistor characters and you pretty much have the exact plot and game of Transistor. This expands a bit more on tying it to Worm, but wkz pretty much rewrote Transistor with Worm characters. Anything going over your head is literally just seeing these exact events from a different character.
 
Victory() 22.0
Victory()
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Still keyed on adrenaline after the recent win, we quickly turn around. My girl brandishes the Transistor in front of her as she assumes a combat pose, already in position to attack…

… an old woman in a lab coat, smartly dressed under the white garment.

Her ethnicity is South American, by my first guess, or maybe she's someone with African ancestry. But her facial features seem to say otherwise.

"I'm not hostile," the new arrival says as she holds her hands out to the sides of her, showing us her empty hands with the exception of a paperless clipboard. "My name is Doctor Mother, and I'm here to thank you for all that you've done."

"No you aren't," I counter, "You're here to wait for your Contessa."

Silence hangs on the air for a bit, as the two look at each other in the over-large room.

"Oh, right," I say my thoughts out loud, "she can't hear me."

Silence continues to hold sway over the area, broken only by the clearing of a throat, as this 'Doctor Mother' person returns her arms to her, clutching her clipboard to her chest with crossed arms.

"Paige my dear," I prod, "maybe you'll have to…"

"erm… no problem?" Paige whispers softly from beneath a face looking almost directly down onto the ground.

… well, that's progress, I guess.

"Don't worry about responding, dear" this 'Doctor Mother' person responds, "I've been briefed on your quirks, as well as your history with us. I am very sorry that things have to happen this way…"

And just like that, we're both alert and ready for an attack again.

"… but we've done all that so we can kill the Entity," Doctor Mother continues without flinching, despite the tip of a glowing Tinker blade directly in front of her face, "now that it's dead and everything's over, we're no longer enemies. Instead, as the person who activated the Cradle and dealt the killing blow, Cauldron owes you a great debt.

"Is there anything we can provide for you, anything we can help with? Fame? Legality? Riches? I'm told that you'll likely want a way home first of all."

My girl lowers the tip of her sword from the other's face as she nods.

"Is there anything else?" Doctor Mother adds.

After a moment to think on the offer, I say, "No, better not," at the very same time Paige shakes her head.

"Very well then. Door me."

Without warning, a small tear appears in thin air behind the speaker. Within moments it expands to the size of an average doorway, the widening of a different reality all the more unnatural because of how silent it is.

I recognize the scene beyond the doorway.

So, it seems, does Paige, who looks towards the doctor lady with a raised eyebrow.

"I've been told that's where you'll consider as home." Doctor Mother answers the unasked question.

My girl nods. Then Paige does something I does not expect.

Still looking at the Doctor, she lifts the Transistor in front of her and taps the blade inquisitively.

A puzzled expression crosses the other woman's features, before an "ah" of understanding escapes her lips.

"I… well… keep it, dear," the Doctor replies, complete with a bow, "it is yours now…"

Paige remains awkwardly still in front of the deep bow for a moment before, with an unseen nod and a polite smile, she dismisses the bow and starts to walk.

As we pass by, my lower vantage point allows me to see the bowing person's frown, the twist of her eyebrows, the wrinkles of the downward sides of her lips, a clearly unhappy expression.

I do not tell Paige about that.

The sooner we're out of here, the better.

Except…

"Paige Mcabee," the Cauldron lady calls out just as Paige is about to step through the doorway, "just one more thing; The Cradle has reset the activities of the Processes, but with the Transistor in hand, you can control them again.

"There are a few ways to do so, but all of them involve thinking of what they should do while you visualise the Transistor in your mind, and they'll do it no matter how far away they are."

That's it? Seriously, it's that simple? That…

I think I hate Contessa just a bit more, now.

Paige's response is a single pause in a single step, before she continues to walk forward.

Soon enough, we're through.

The doorway closes behind us without delay.

Looking through the rapidly narrowing portal, I see the Doctor's posture collapse. She falls into what can only be described as an unmotivated slouch, her head hidden from view from Paige.

The last glimpse I have of her is the woman turning towards the podium, her back to us.

And then we're alone.

We look around.

The evening sun shines through the glassless windows as it sets, painting the white walls a bloody red.

But despite the white coating covering every inch of the walls and all of the missing furniture, I'm sure Paige knows where we are. I know I do.

We're in my penthouse suite.

The room where it all started, seemingly ages ago, but only mere months has passed.

Paige turns towards the sun, walking to the windows. The landscape is a brilliant white tainted red. It looked like blood, sprayed all over the skyscraper's facade.

She stands there as she closes her eyes to the brilliance of the sun, basking in its heat, not looking at the unnatural beauty of the landscape.

As she remains still, I spot something.

An inert Jerk in the next room, its single eye looks dull in the contrast of the red sunlight.

An idea comes to me. Why not?

I begin to visualise.

A moment later, I say playfully, "Hey, Paige, you might want to look to your left."

She does, blinking her eyes from the afterimages courtesy of the sun. With a startled yelp, she brings up the Transistor in an instant.

The Jerk continues to spin in place, its white teardrop body balanced on one leg.

"Yup," I laugh, "Apparently even I can do this. Watch."

I think of another action, another order.

The Jerk shoots through the doorway even as it continues to spin like a top.

Moving away from Paige, of course. No need to take any chances that I'll lose control.

Paige laughs at the antics of our former enemy, firmly in the grip of our control as it continues to spin about in the…

And it trips on an almost invisible protrusion in the middle of the room. Tumbling along the floor, it crashes into my former electric fireplace, where it stops.

The laughter stops.

I can guess why.

Paige stumbles forward towards the bump the Jerk has tripped over, the only feature left in the room previously hidden behind the dimensional doorway. She places a finger, a palm on the blocks of white that lay there, feeling the hard, white marble-like surface embedded there.

I know very well what it is.

It used to be a living man.

It used to be a body.

It used to be me.

As she continues to stroke a marble unliving face, I feel the need to say something.

"Paige, that used to be me, but no anymore," I start, "that's not me, only a shell remains if you get what I mean. I'm…"

… in the Transistor.

Shit.

I watch Paige lift the Tinker weapon in front of her, bringing the weapon's jewelled insert before her eyes.

A sad little smile on her face tells me everything I need to know.

"I don't mind being in here," I furiously backtrack, "but you, you're free. I've set you free once, and you've gone through hell and back to be free again.

"In fact, you're freer than most right now, because if you believe those Cauldron girls, you have more power at your fingertips than Scion himself. All that power can easily buy a ticket to remain free, because no matter what anyone thinks, nobody will dare tell…"

Shit, was that too close to Contessa's attitude on her plans?

"Go, go out into the world," I try to salvage my argument, "Enjoy everything you can out there, girl. You've earned it. You've your whole life ahead of you.

"Don't worry about leaving me behind. It's not me anyways; as long as you bring the Transistor with you, I'll be able to share all your moments with you. Don't be sorry for asking what might have been. But please, dear, don't get tied down by the… past."

… a scene from the past appears in my thoughts, the last time I've said that exact phrase.

The flash of melancholy on Paige's expression tells me she remembers that too. She wraps both her hands around the Tinker Broadsword again, hugging it tightly to herself.

"Paige…" I add, unsure of what she's going to do.

With the bittersweet smile still on her lips, her next words were the softest of whispers, "I want to see you again."

A heavy feeling of dread washes over me.

"Paige." I say again, as she stands up in the middle of the room, holding the Transistor by the handle once more. "Don't."

Her voice is louder, but the words are the same, "I want to see you again."

"Paige, don't!! Do not do what I think you're about to do! Just think logically for a minute!! What you're about to give up, this is not even close to being a fair trade…"

'Just what is WRONG with me today?' I think as images of Contessa's argument springs up in my thoughts.

My girl looks around her in the middle of the darkening room. She slowly pans her sight over the whitewashed walls, the missing furniture and out through the windows at the setting sun.

She smiles distractedly, as if she remembered something.

"Paige Mcabee, I'm telling you, if you dare do this I'll be very cross with you, you hear me?!" I try to inject as much sternness into my voice, but it comes out in a very odd cadence, "Paige, don't do this. Don't you dare disappoint me, girl, don't…"

I feel the Transistor flare, as it draws on an ability from its library.

Contessa's.

And as I feel the drain of the power taking shape, I feel the Transistor draw on another Agent, one we have not experimented on before.

The Transistor leaves her grip but somehow remains in her control, floating in the air on its own power.

"Paige? Paige? Paige, baby, you do not want to be doing this. Don't you dare do this, you hear me. I don't want this. Don't do this…"

I realise I am babbling, but I don't care.

"Paige Mcabee… I… I…"

"I know."

She smiles one last time.

And the sun sets.

***
A/N: this is oddly difficult to write for some reason.
 
Epilogue() x.1
Epilogue()
x.1

A tear between realities occurred, the light from the other side lighting up the dusty room. It widened until it was the size of a door, a rectangular shape to another world.

An old woman in a lab coat stepped through.

She looked around warily, as if afraid of immediate danger. But after a while in which nothing jumped out of the darkness at her, she relaxed.

Sighing, she dispelled the doorway as she turned towards her objective.

A black monolith stood upright in the middle of the featureless room, almost hidden by the dark of the night. Its tip sunk into the white floor, making it look like a decoration or a partition, the slab's former purpose betrayed only by the handle sticking out from its top.

It stood there, alone in a room without doors, undisturbed by the dead and the living.

Until now.

The woman stepped forward, observing the object, the weapon. Silence filled the room as they pondered each other.

A hand reached forward.

A tight slap echoed in the room. Wincing at the self-inflicted damage, the woman rubbed the sore on one hand with the hand she had used to slap. She took a careful step backwards before she began to speak.

"Hello."

There was silence in the room. Nothing responded to the statement.

"Contessa… I…"

The midnight black slab remained inert.

"I was afraid this will happen, back when we finally found a way to end everything. But we needed an advantage so much, so I kept my thoughts to myself."

The darkness of the room seemed to press inwards, intensifying the oppressiveness of the words uttered.

"Logically, I'm glad this happened. If my guess is correct, if what I think has happened happened, it only serves to emphasize the good intentions in your heart.

"We moved to save the world, primarily from Zion of course, but we had always tried so many other things that will save it too. The pureness of the end result you believed, what you've always wanted, under all the filth of necessity…

"Well, what can I say? The world's doing ok for the most part. With all the suddenly missing parahuman villains and overlords, it's doing very… no, no. I can't say that, not with China collapsing into a chaos of a revolution, Russia's underworld crumbling to bits and bringing down their entire society with them, and outright war in the Middle East.

"As long as two people have opinions of their own, there will always be inevitable conflict. Some quarrels have wounds that just run too deep.

"But all in all, the world's doing better than it had for a long time now. Africa and Australia is stabilizing against all odds, and Europe is doing quite well for itself. Even in America, having three to one odds on the side of the good guys is helping us quite greatly, and both the Protectorate and the Guild are putting feelers into South America. The most pessimistic Thinkers are putting it at around ten years before the dust settles over there.

"And the Endbringers. The Endbringers remain inert. I guess your theory is correct after all…

"So, yes. I guess we… sort of obtained world peace in our lifetime. Sort of."

The still air remained.

"And we have you to thank for this victory."

Not even a single breeze blew in from the only openings in the room.

"But I don't feel like we've won. Whose victory is it? Take this for example, this conclusion. Can this even be called a victory? Is it even a victory from a certain point of view, a sophism of what's not?

"What victory? What is victory, at the end of the day?"

Nothing could be seen in the room, as the night reached its darkest.

"I guess I am paying the price for my silence now. I just… I've always thought of myself as detached, you know? Remove myself from everything, bury all my feelings so I can make the tough decisions I need to make.

"I've always wanted a daughter, you know that? Well, I… I had one, I had one right beside me all those while, and I didn't know it. And now I've lost her.

"I… I just want you to know that…"

There was a suppressed sob.

"I'm sorry. I'm so sorry."

A few more sobs sighed through the air, before a single sniff silenced it.

Doctor Mother cleared her throat and looked into the inky black of the darkness. Closing her eyes, she remembered what she wanted to say.

"I know something I can do. I just need to reach forward and grab the handle, and then I can talk to you again. But as much as I want to do that, I cannot.

"It'll cheapen your victory, your sacrifice. With ultimate power in someone's hands, it will not be a total victory…

"I…"

The only living person in the room took a deep breath again, before she nodded to herself.

"The Processes will keep you safe, if the Boston quarantine zone doesn't keep enough people out well enough.

"So, seeing as you'll not have much in visitors, as long as I'm alive and kicking I'll drop by from time to time. To tell you about the world we saved, and how it's progressing.

"I… I guess I'll see you around. Goodbye, my daughter.

"Door me."

The harsh light of another world entered the room. Soon, it was gone, and so was the room's visitor.

The jewel of the Transistor seemed to reflect a light that did not exist in the room as morning rises over a dead city.
 
Epilogue()
x.2

"Come on, don't be a grouch."

"You shouldn't have done that."

"I shouldn't? I think my choice's all good."

"I still think you made a very wrong decision."

"Stop acting snooty and kiss me."

"I set you free! Instead, you got yourself stuck in here with me! Why?"

"Because I want to be WITH you, silly."

"But this is the worse result that could …"

"Tell me, Slayer of Dragons, Rescuer of Princesses and general all around Savior, how 'free' can I be when I can't get into the embrace of the man I want to be with?"

"You're not seeing my poi-mmmmf…"

"Tell me, Mister Quinn Calle, is the kiss I've just given you any good?"

"I…"

"Is this really the worse result you've dealt with?

"…"

"Now shut up and get yourself a little classic reward."

"You're incorrigible, you know that?"

"And that's why you love me."

"I do."

"And~~?"

"And… no, this isn't the worst."

"Told ya."

Sword and Song
(Worm/Transistor)
-Fin-
 
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If you've followed me up to here... well, we have a completed Worm fic. Thank you very much for following me in this (newbie) author's first completed fanfic...

The next few posts in this thread will be the author's notes, as promised. But first, here's the original sketch of the entire story, almost unchanged since the first time the general outline of the fic is planned out:


Start()
- Intro arc - introduces the basic Transistor mechanics to the Worm audience (and vice versa)
-- this is the spot where I realized I have something I want to complete, and planned everything below --
- Accord interlude.

Fate()
- Coil arc
o Wandering…
o More wandering. Ends with spotting Coil's mercs and being spotted, Hounded.
o Captured. Singing. Crying (?)
o Coil 'interview'.
o INTERRUPT!! Process!!
o Paige escapes Coil's base, fights the Travellers and owns them with Turn().
- The court case, Accord shows up with Transistor.
- Accord interlude #2: out of control. Learns processes are overrunning Boston. A process kills Coil.

Order()
- Accord arc.
o Oh hai there, Gregor. Turns out he's a fan of Bad Canary. Interview in Palaquin's (Who's Accord. What's happening)
o Arrival in Boston. Mess of processes. Paige goes in, Faultline's crew doesn't.
o Accord's tower. Running fight. Defeating biggest Process, the Spine (large monster boss).
o Accord's contact and parley, but turns out he's dead on arrival. Reading written notes. A Doorway portal opens. Contessa.
- Dr Mother interlude: (alternate) history of Cauldron.

Victory()
- Cauldron arc
o Entry into Cauldron. Friendly chat. Learning about Scion. Contessa's plans. Power of the Transistor.
o Activating the Cradle. Scion killed. Memories.
o Contessa dual-transistor fight.
o Finale. Led to safe place where it all started: Paige's penthouse. Quinn Calle's body. Suicide. Dr Mother leaves Transistor alone.
- (short) Epilogue: Paige and Quinn Calle

(As you can see, there are some changes)
 
Epilogue() x.2
Wildbow said:
Prompts:
Quinn Calle dealing with one of the 'I've dealt with worse' situations.
This is what started it all. Wildbow's prompt (over in SB, a long loooong time ago)

Which I actually wanted to double-subvert: Originally, I actually want Quinn to experience a really, really bad situation which he would normally say 'I've NOT dealt with worse'… then he thinks for a bit. And then say something similar to 'I've dealt with worse. Because this? This is actually not so bad.'

To do that… well, I have the feeling that with Quinn Calle's background and history, his specialty as a VILLAIN lawyer, the PRT's hardboiled rules-breaking directors, and the general crapsackiness of parahumans in general, he has to had a lot of interesting interactions by the time we see him in canon.

Thus, it would take a BIG event for him to actually say a situation is really bad.

Like, say, him dying.

But if he's dead, he's not around to comment about how things are not so bad now, is he?



This reason, and the fact that I've just completed a Transistor marathon. And its major plot point of "the person stuck in the keystone device". And the Process()'s curious parallel as "inter-dimensional beings invading the world in the background".

The rest is just loads of planning… which went surprisingly smoothly all in all **

** it went smoothly simply because I cheated: I cribbed the entire Transistor timeline/story and copy and pasted it into the Worm universe. I made no secret of this. I said in the FF.net summary: "A Worm-world Transistor-storyline short story fusion."

The only real 'work' I've to do for plot is the background work I did to fuse the Transistor story properly into the Worm universe in such a way that it makes sense.




Also, so happens at that point in time, I ALSO wanted to do a "Ryuugi" aka "Here be Dragons". For those not in the know: Write something in the Worm universe that will actually, finally be a complete standalone story, for once.

Even if you have to cut a story into ribbons in order to make that happen.

(Because the original work Worm is a very, very lengthy affair, there are too many unfinished Worm fanfic stories out there with most of them stuck at the "Setup Taylor's future life" part of things…)

To this end, the story's format (aka narration stylistic choices) AND becomes very appealing, as well as the choice of the arcs: 4 arcs with 4~5 snips each with first person limited PoV should be sufficiently short to cover the entire fic in no time flat (relatively), while the nature of the narrator's brevity (aka, the narrator does not immediately dive into 10 paragraphs of which coffee he's going to take this morning) means each snip in itself will be quite easy to push out.



And of course, we all know what'll happen if we go about taunting Murphy: This fic stalled in the middle of it all for a few months.

Says something about myself that I almost didn't manage to complete the fic that is planned to be easy to complete :(



But, so happens a chain of events occurred one fine day sometime a month back… and here we are, at the end of it all.

I hope you've all enjoyed this series. It's been an interesting journey here myself.
 
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Epilogue() Fusion Background notes
Fusion Background notes

The one Butterfly:
Eden did not manage to fully restrict the PtV, leaving behind a crack in the restrictions of the shard: somehow, Eden forgot to restrict PtV unlocking PtV itself, allowing Contessa to bring out its full potential.

And Contessa knows, even if she can't do anything about it by herself at the start. But by knowing, Contessa knows approximately how to go about remove the lock… but it'll take time and a few powers not yet available to her…

The storm from flapping wings:
(I hope I alluded to these events enough such that you can construct large parts of it from some imagination and clues gathering)

Cauldron still went on as it did, but halfheartedly, and only as a fallback plan. Dr Mother allowed Contessa to try to attempt to open the lock at every opportunity. It took decades to crack the lock. Years of nearly unchanging canon (except a few capes being visited here, a few others disappearing there. Nothing really major canon-wise)

The first big deviance from Earth Bet's canon history is Cauldron's discovery of Accord and his trigger. Contessa met with Accord, right after he got fired. Accord still eventually became a warlord, but under the Cauldron umbrella.

His problem solving skills allows Cauldron to arrange [--not going to be mentioned --], and through Accord and Citrine's help planning, some cape-napping and 'enforced' recruitment, Triumvirate assistance, and what not, Cauldron broke open the seal to Contessa's powers against the complexity of the inter-dimensional, multi-temporal lock surrounding PtV, changing it subtlety, but completely.



(Bonesaw and Manton may be involved, Jack Slash got himself PtV'ed into a ditch. Readers may never know what exactly happened…)



And so, now we have a Contessa capable of pathing herself to killing Zion.



But what Cauldron don't know (but Doctor Mother suspects, as per the epilogue) is that PtV is "imperfectly" fixed: PtV has becomes Path to Absolute Victory.

It doesn't seem like much, but that little distinction makes a world of difference.

Not only does PtAV solve the victory condition stated, but it also every other axillary Path and Objectives, as well as any and all unconscious victory conditions in the mindset of the PtAV shard's owner.

Thus, the "Victory" isn't exactly so ironclad anymore, as in *gruff batman voice* "not the victory they want, but the victory they need". And because of that, it can now harm its owner if the "victory" is against its owner's unconscious wants.



With the unlocking of the PtV, Contessa immediately calls on PtV to kill Scion.

The Path gives a somewhat long winded set of steps.

The crux of the steps are: crack open the locked shard dimensions, distill and encapsulate the core of the Sting Shard into a container (the Transistor). Sting as you know, is a multi-dimensional attack shard so effective that the Entities did not change it in between cycles.

With Accord's help again (unlocking the same locks that restricted PtV), they do just that.

The Shard is weakened by becoming physical, as well as the fact it's an "imbue" shard: it changes the state of something else to attack. Thus, Cauldron begins a process to absorb the "souls" of strong, matured parahumans as a power source (read: shards) as well as adding their distinctive attacks to Sting's attack ability.

The Processes are leftovers of the distillation process: Still technically parts of the shard that is Sting, they followed through the rift in dimensions to the physical shard. They're all, to the last, mini-Endbringers in terms of toughness: thou not having Endbringer's ultimate dimensional bruteness, they have enough of that to cause problems for anyone who's not Triumvirate-level.

And they obey the holder of the Transistor. Little miniature attack bots on call. What's not to love?



The storyline diverges into parallel tracks here:
Accord:
Accord came to the total domination of Boston much earlier than canon, thanks to a suspiciously competent well dressed woman in a suit :)

His Boston operations expand exponentially due to having Contessa on speed dial (one of the boons he got from Cauldron), as well as mysterious white Tinker Tech obliterating enemies, and also the curious occurrences of the Duo-virate* messing around in Boston at the "worst" times for Accord's opponents.

*There's a hint that that Eidolon got himself a bad end. Readers may never know what exactly happened…

Thus, with that much firepower at his beck and call, Accord only really need to keep (and does so) Citrine in his organization (who loves Accord, but that isn't reciprocated).
(Doylist: I can't write large group interactions for nutts.)

Cauldron allows him to hold onto the Transistor. Why?
For Accord, it's a show of power over Cauldron.
For Cauldron: it doesn't hurt, so why not?

Simply put, Accord is able to form complex plans to use the Transistor efficiently on his enemies (which powers it up), and on the other hand to form complex plans to use the controlled Processes. Cauldron simply arranges "field trips" for the Villain to go abroad if they find suitable targets not in Boston.

And then PtAV sets up Canary's situation…



Cauldron:
Loads of om nom noms occurs in the following years after the Transistor was complete, the target shard's strengths and abilities either recommended by the PtAV, or so powerful that PtAV doesn't need to.

Various parahumans are absorbed, in ways and locations out of sight.

There's a lot of handwaves going on for this part. For example, Dragon is one big plothole that I waved off. She got "bought off"? Got a giftwrapped Saint to look the other way? Removed select restrictions? Bringing her into the fold and/or knows Cauldron, but refuses to join?

Sidenote, Fridge logic will give you this:
Due to large groups of suddenly missing capes, China and Russia status quo collapsing is part of the back history. Africa stabilizes. Major villain groups worldwide collapses left and right, and some heroic groups too.

But this is background stuff that's not really mentioned until the end…



Then along comes a Canary.
Canary's court case is just as staged as in canon: to get Canary out of the limelight, before absorption inside the "sealed" Birdcage (aka a one way trip into the Transistor).

BUT Due to Accord's difference in rise to power and status as Cauldron member and other minor stuff in the courts of law (notably, a LARGE decrease of villains to represent)… Quinn Calle is free to take Canary's side.

And willing too, after their first meeting.

Sappy Love stuff occurs too.

What this means is that the perversion of justice that is Canary's trial is quashed hard by Quinn Calle's associate aceing the jury.

A bought judge CAN overrule the jury, but the resulting hoo haa will (a) expose the corruption, and (b) is not worth it.

But Accord/Cauldron will not be denied, so they went "Stealth mode": Accord took Citrine and some unpowered minions together with Contessa and interrupted a private get-together.



This is the first hint readers get: PtAV finally and visibly glitches against owner for the first time. Quinn Calle, non-parahuman, was able to get in the way of the Transistor as "planned by PtAV behind Contessa's back".


Built and purposed to absorb shards, the Transistor overloads from being targeted on a regular, unsharded person for the first time.



Things go downhill for Accord really, really fast:
- Its teleportation activated, the Transistor and Paige Mcabee is lost from Accord's hands.
- Cauldron (falsely) accuses Accord of shenanigans, abandons him to the wolves.
- The Processes Accord once controls glitch, run amock.

Accord tries to fix things, but can't: PtAV is now working against him. Contessa holds back and watch the fireworks, and even sometimes fans the flame in stealth (getting law and order to be gruff, if not hostile against Canary).

And then we reach the start of Sword and Song 1.0.



There are other PtAV glitches. Can you spot them all?


***
And that's all, the complete set.

Once again, its been an interesting journey to get here, and a nice exercise in writing.

Once again, I hope you enjoyed this story. I sure did.
 
Well, it's done, and boy I loved it. And I do agree it is so astonishing that Transistor and Worm both can be rather friendly to each other plot wise. That said, it was also a good fic on the run.

Oh, and now my head-canon is that Quinn Calle is voiced by Logan Cunningham, the voice of the Transistor in Transistor and the voice of Rucks in Bastion. The true reason he was successful as a Villain Attorney? His awesome voice, which in a sense, parallels the nature of success as a singer Canary had enjoyed before her Trial. Both had awesome voices that just sound right, like the Voice of Bene Gesserits, though for Canary/Paige Mcabee, she had outside assistance. Not hard to imagine them falling for each other, for me.
 
Thanks for your time and effort, WKZ, it was an enjoyable experience. Congrats on managing to complete this project. May you write more in the near future.
 
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