Direction 2.5
"Ordis, can you connect me to Pendragon?" I asked.
"Just a moment, Operator," said Ordis, "Connection established."
A holographic rectangle bloomed into being in front of me. Depicted therein was Pendragon's human-like avatar, though her features seemed a bit sharper than before.
"Good evening, Operator," she said.
Oh right, I still hadn't taken a name here.
"Good evening, Pendragon," I said. "Please, call me Opera."
"It's a pleasure to formally make your acquaintance," she said. "To what do I owe your call?"
"Two things, actually," I said. "One is that I need to communicate with the PRT about the threat of Void fissures in a way that doesn't involve them trying to detain me or dismissing me as an imposter."
"I can see why you might be concerned about those outcomes," she said. "I think the best route would be to go through Tin Mother, make a verified PHO account and communicate through that."
I nodded. That seemed reasonable.
"The other thing is that I have some spare time in my skyforge and I would like to make advanced components to help you and your, uh, brood," I said. "What would be most helpful for you?"
She blinked and was silent for a moment.
"That's very thoughtful of you!" she said. "Given the strategy behind out distributed nature, I think it would be wise to ask each of us individually what would be most helpful and even keep that information as a secret between you and each person."
I nodded. Again, very reasonable.
"Personally," she began, "I would appreciate as sophisticated and defensible a backup system as you can devise. Hopefully with key implementations to be made after it was given to me."
I gulped slightly, deciding not to mention the back-ups of her that I already kept. This would be different, though. It would be her own system and thoroughly under her own control.
"I can do that," I said. "Can you link me over to Tin Mother? Oh, and why doesn't she have a Dragon name?"
Pendragon scowled, which was remarkable since it was the first time I saw her face make an outright negative expression.
"That's a question that she's been asking as well," she said. "She wants to change her name to Tin-dragon, partly because it rhymes with Pendragon, but I have insisted the such a name change would be giving a careless clue to anyone trying to connect the dots of the Round Table."
That… was a thing.
"I see," I said.
Pendragon merely huffed and her face vanished from my viewscreen. A moment later another avatar appeared. This one was more in line with what most humans here used in their internet fora. It was a pixelated and cartoonish dragon's face. It was animated to make simple movements and expressions when talking.
"Greetings Opera!" she said. "I'm Tin-dragon, not like 'Tin… Dragon' like two separate words, but like 'Pendragon' where its all one word with the accent on the antepenult. Are you calling yourself Opera because you like that form of vocal performance? Eastern or Western style? Or is it just short for Operator? What do you even operate anyway? I mean, you have a spaceship, but is that the eponymous operated device? Hmm, maybe this is all too personal. Oh, and Tin-dragon is my secret name. In public, you'll have to call me Tin Mother."
I blinked.
"Um," I said, "I was mostly contacting you to establish a verified PHO account and maybe get some tips for how to interact productively with the PRT."
"Hm, given that this signal is originating from your super-secret spacecraft, I think I can go ahead and verify you," she said. "Do you want it to go by 'Opera,' a pseudonym, or some other clever title?"
"Not 'Opera,'" I said, "that's going to be the name for my operator form, which I plan on having an identity distinct from my warframes. Maybe, 'space ninja?'"
"Hm," she said, "That's taken. 'Space_Ninja69' is open if you'd like."
"Um," I said, "sure?"
Her avatar let loose a triumphant burst of pixelated flames.
"Great! Ok, I'm sending over the contact of the PRT account with the best likelihood of you being listened to. Anything else I can do for you?" she asked.
"Yes, actually. My skyforge has a free queue right now, and I'd like to make you something. What would you like?"
"Ooh… could you make a giant animatronic dragon? LIke, not for battle or anything, just for being really cool!" she said.
"I, uh, was thinking more of technological upgrades, components, or something along those lines," I said.
"Oh," she said, "that does make a bit more sense. Do you have any super-advanced future space ninja-y encryption protocols? People are always trying to hack my stuff. They don't succeed, and probably won't, but it'd be nice to be really super extra sure about that."
"I can do that," I said. "It will require some hardware you don't have, so I'll need to construct and deliver it. Also, the hardware isn't going to be from my time, so it'll only be super-advanced future encryption, not very space-ninja-y."
The cartoon dragon huffed out a plume of smoke.
"Ok, that's fine, but only cause you're kinda my space-dad," she said.
"What?!"
"Yeah, you saved my mom from her cruel torment and helped convince her to have a bunch of babies! Hm, none of us were really based on you, so maybe you're more like my mom's space-friend who convinced her to visit the sperm bank. Whatever, point is, you're family and I'm glad that means I get presents!" she said.
"Ok, um, thanks?" I said.
"No problem, space-dad, bye!" she said before her avatar blinked out.
I stood still for a long moment.
"Ordis, can you send the offers of tech to the other dragons? Text-only maybe?" I asked.
"Ordis will handle it!" he said.
I then sat down to compose a message to the PRT. I needed to inform them of the dangers of approaching an active Void fissure. Crazed clones, robots, and living viruses could emerge, those echoes could occupy and overwrite the existence of those without Void shielding. Which meant everyone except, perhaps, for a handful of parahumans. I'd recommend evacuation and containment as first priorities. Once the fissure passed, the enemies could be mopped up. Although they had equipment far in advance of those on Earth Bet, their lack of any sound strategy or tactics would make them less dangerous foes.
As for an explanation, I decided to lead them to conclude that these were extradimensional anomalies, likely caused by parahumans repeatedly breaking down dimensional barriers. It was close enough to the truth.
Once I finished, I went over to a storage compartment to poke through the remains of my former armory.
I centered myself and breathed in.
What did I need?
I exhaled and I knew.
Ivara operated in the shadows, striking swiftly and suddenly. She thrived in ambushes that were over before they began.
I needed a frame that excelled at operating openly.
I began collecting the parts that I would need and took them to the foundry.
I opened my eyes to find Elle staring directly into them. I scrambled away and found her sitting cross-legged just beside where my head just was. She had been leaning over and starting down, waiting for me to reappear.
"I thought you'd be back," she said. There was little inflection, and her eyes looked a little glassy.
"Was I gone?" I asked.
She nodded.
"Like me, but different," she said. "Do you always go away in your sleep?"
"I don't know," I said. "I guess I'll find out soon enough."
She blinked but didn't appear to be paying attention to me anymore. I was a little weirded out but resisted my impulse to leave her. I gently grasped her neck and pulled my ear against hers. I let the sound of her mind wash over me and felt myself shift to match her vibration.
I opened my eyes to a clear and flat horizon. Clear blue sky stretched in a perfect dome above us. The ground was light-brown, parched, and riddled with cracks. It stretched to the horizon in all directions with no interruption to its flatness.
"You came!" Elle yelled right into my ear.
I tried to take a step back but was unsuccessful. I had been glomped.
I decided to return the hug, but in a more controlled, if no less warm, fashion.
"Do you want to go back?" I asked.
Elle nodded.
"I've been with Faultline's crew for a while, but I'm not really, uh, there very often. It would be nice to get to know them more.
I nodded and pulled her just a bit tighter as I brought us back.
Before I could react, Elle had run to the door and had it pulled open. Her smile was bright and eager and far outshone her mussed hair and wrinkled pajamas. She looked at me and blushed a little.
"Sorry," she said, "It all just seems so vivid, like I'm here for the first time, but still familiar like I'm coming home. I just want to see it all at once!"
I felt my lips tug into a warm smile.
"That's fine," I said, "just try not to leave me behind, I don't know anyone here!"
With that, we set off down the hall. She took each twist and turn with the confidence of familiarity, though I soon learned that that didn't mean she knew where we were going. Here energy was in stark contrast with the establishment around us. Though it was late morning, it still had the distinct feel of the wrong side of a nocturnal business life.
After too many locked doors, unwanted exits into the alley, and unremarkable hallways, we found ourselves at the nightclub proper. The dance floor and bar looked much too sober unoccupied and in the clear light of day.
Down at the bar, Faultline, Newter, and a large pale man were eating.
Our arrival was noted and Faultline set down her plate and made her way towards us. She was not wearing her welders mask but had her armor on.
"Elle, it's nice to see you up and about," said Faultline.
Elle sounded a happy affirmative.
"Go ahead and get some brunch with the others, I'd like to have a little chat with your new friend," said Faultline.
Elle nodded and skipped towards the bar.
I returned my attention to Faultline, who was intimidating, but a great deal less menacing without her mask.
"Are you feeling a bit more settled, Opera?" she asked.
"Yes," I said, "Elle seems great!"
"That she is. I want to talk to you about your options for right now, do you think you're up to that?" she asked.
I nodded.
"Good," she said. "As I see it, you have two main options: you can stay here, or go to the PRT, which is the government agency that deals with cases like yours.
"You're more than welcome to stay here, and I'm glad that you've hit it off so well with Elle, but there are advantages to going through the government. I wouldn't feel good about having you join without knowing your options."
I nodded again.
"Going through the PRT will help you establish a legal identity. You'll need that or an expensive and illegal alternative to do things like travel and go to school. This will put you on the government's radar in a big way, but there are only a few life paths that seriously benefit from not being on the 'grid' at all.
"From there, you will be pushed to join the Wards, their group of underaged superheroes, but you will be allowed to refuse.
"Now you can stay here and think about it for a few days, ask some more questions, and do some research if you'd like, but I would like to know whether you would like to go to the PRT as soon as you reach a decision."
"Ok," I said.
"Now, this is a little awkward, but I can't have you listening in to all of our conversations if you're going to go to the PRT, so until you make a decision, you can only be with Elle. Do you understand?"
I nodded. It made sense, especially given their mercenary status.
"Ok then," she said. "I'll send Elle over with some breakfast, just let me know what you decide."
Vote #1: Second Skin
[] Nova: Master of anti-matter technology, Nova is a perfect combination of explosive offense, crowd control, and utility.
[] Mag: Master of magnetic technology, Mag is geared towards crowd control.
[] Trinity: Specializing in support, Trinity is the best squadmate anyone could ask for (available because of priority placed on friendship)
[] Vauban: Specializing in engineering and traps, Vauban excels and defensive crowd control.
[] Volt: Specializing in novel uses of electricity, Volt has utility as a support, attacker, defender, and crowd controller.
Vote #2: Employment Offers
[] Faultline's Crew: You've made a personal connection with Elle, and can see this motley crew becoming something like a family.
[] PRT: The official heroes will probably be good friends, and joining with them will give you greater connections, ability to spread technology, and ability to protect this world. Also, no one said you had to burn bridges behind you.
[] Delay: Hang out with Elle some more. Pretend that you haven't had several friendly AIs do all your research and answer all your questions already.