Victories of the Soul [Worm/Avatar/ME/Multicrossover] [SI]

Ramification 5.6
Ramification 5.6

April 16th, 2011. 11:54AM

Basilia Rubio


Damn her.

Damn her….

For making me feel like inadequate garbage!


I dropped from a portal, cursing the deficiencies that still remained with my Dimensional Paths. Glory Girl followed after we had escorted Lung's kid to the PRT for her own protection. We raced toward the Docks, and I grimaced at the distant pillars of fire that rose from ABB territory. The cold fire ice of the pulse of mass effect fields let me know that Taylor was throwing down at full throttle. Waves of reality breakage gave away Dauntless, and I didn't feel much safety from how his power covered his body in a blinding light.

To the right, a very unwell Fenja was trying to knock buildings over and was being held off by a frazzled Miss Militia. Her weapon was constantly shifting between any number of heavy weaponry from rocket launchers to anti-tank rifles.

Fenja attacked like a berserker, her pale and thin skin letting a blue light in her veins shine through. Like the proverbial David and Goliath, they fought on a surprisingly even footing, Miss Militia's weapon releasing a battle cry as it shifted to a chunk of sharp metal over three meters long and weighing half a ton. She bludgeoned Fenja, knocking the giant off of her feet. She slipped between blows from the giant Valkyrie, her weapon spitting bullets in between punishing Fenja with increasingly absurd melee weapons.

On the left were the Dockworkers, my Golems and the PRT, facing off against Cricket and two dozen Empire members, with about a third of the Nazis having black pulsating marks. I winced, even people like that didn't deserve the level of suffering inflicted by those…abominations.

"Do…do you really know how to…help them?" I asked to thin air, and I felt the distant song of the Rachni, transmitted through dimensions by my technology.

Yes, they are not at the stage of complete subservience.
Those corrupted by hate can still be saved, despite their crimes.

God…I think Piggot really isn't going to like this, because if I know this place eventually it'll come out that we've recruited an entire alien race into our team. Made up of giant bug monsters capable of producing thousands of offspring a year, with acid spit, chemical factories in their stomachs, mind powers, and a carapace tough enough to bounce bullets.

Glory Girl tapped my shoulder, adjusting her crown with a light frown. "I've got Fenja…" she grimaced and gave an affectionate squeeze. "Monarch is going to be fine, she's tough and she's fighting alongside Armsmaster and Dauntless. Okay?" I nodded, and with a final goodbye she rocketed into Fenja like a missile.

I turned around, ready to throw down with the Empire before closely thinking it through with what needed to be done. There were multiple armored vehicles, and I had weapons that could take care of them. I patched into the PRT communication line.

"We're combatting 24 Empire members and a cape, eight of them have received some type of…Tinkertech upgrades! We need reinforcements!"

I responded. "May I cut in…?" I trailed off wanting a name from the apparent commanding officer. She was a woman from the sound of her voice.

"Captain Samantha Clemens, you would be Erudition?" The woman ducked as a bullet passed by her head, and I sicked two dozen drones on the buggers. The gunfire died down as they either plonked on omni-shielding or their users were foamed.

"Yes…I believe you require some assistance?" Only nine Empire members besides Fenja were still active. They were much faster than their still unfit counterparts, and the ion cannons did little to deter them. Shooting them with bullets was an option but I'm not sure it was one I was willing to take.

Then again death might be a mercy for the poor bastards.

"That would be nice yes…your tinker friend took a bad hit from some type of lightning the Empire is shooting out." The captain added some information and I could hear the cursing of the tinker from here as she applied the medi-gel under cover.

"Well…that shouldn't be too much of a problem for me," My biotics surged and I took a page out of Taylor's playbook of biotics mixed with bending. The armored vehicles were acting as cover and supplies, and there were still another dozen Empire members on the way. "I've got a few things in store for the Nazi bastards, so…I'll get right on that." A few sensor checks found the vehicles had only a single driver each, so I chopped with my hand.

A wave of cutting wind was thrown and then compressed into a mobile barrier, multiple wind blades were in fact shot and every single vehicle was cut in half. Drones then proceeded to foam their fairly normal drivers, with a few PRT agents getting in on the action.

"You…" Cricket let out a high pitched sonic scream, windows breaking and blood seeping from her eyes as she raged. She flowed in her movements but fortunately didn't exhibit any use of elemental martial arts. Her power was being juiced at the cost of stability, and I could tell that despite her clear dislike for me…

She didn't want to do this.

Cricket jumped two dozen feet in the air, twirling expertly as she dropped down with her kamas pointed toward my neck. I didn't give her a chance to hit me, pushing off the ground on gusts of wind. Her scarred arms pulsed and a burst of lightning smashed against my barrier. The lightning exploded through the ground, and I could hear Cricket's labored breathing from the single use of the symbiote forcefully taking her bioelectrical energy and using it as a trigger for a high scale energy attack.

My energy barrier had taken a hit but wasn't brought down to zero by the highly energetic attack. But if there had been multiple strikes…

"Hmm…"

With a sigh I kicked the ground, launching Cricket and half a dozen enhanced Empire members in the air. Cricket landed while the other six instead slammed half into the ground. It didn't kill them…but the fact they got back up despite suffering tremendous injuries didn't say good things about whatever this weapon is.

"No…no…NOOO!" I saw only the white of Cricket's eyes as she launched herself at me like a rabid animal. The others did the same, hysterical strength allowing them to throw three grown PRT troopers to the side with little difficulty. One of them got a shot off before a drone could down him, but the rifle bullet bounced with little difficulty off the PRT trooper's helmet. He fell, but the downed man managed to launch a fireball(!) into his would be killer's chest before going down. The Empire member was flung back back before going still, but thankfully he was still alive.

I guess.

Cricket shrieked, and I felt nausea even through my armor, and then alarm as she shot out half a dozen bolts of electricity in several seconds. The energy barrier shattered, and she tried to shove her kama into my throat. Instead I threw stasis at her, and she was frozen solid, surrounded in a field of solid photons.

There was a gunshot coming from where Danny had been hiding and my heart dropped into my stomach. I threw myself up to a tenth the speed of sound, knocking down the rest of the attackers with gusts of wind and throwing a few non-lethal bombs their way. As I turned to the damaged building I feared for the worst.

I only managed to dodge the rockslide by inches as six enhanced Empire members were bombarded but not killed by crushed concrete. I gaped as I saw Danny rise up from his destroyed desk, adjusting his glasses with a neutral expression that reminded me of Taylor. Bakuda held a hand in front of him, the gauntlet sizzling as a bullet turned to liquid metal as it fell.

Uhh.

"Aren't you supposed to be fighting the Empire?" Danny crossed his arms, his expression turning stern.

"They're all down actually, I had a few grenades on me…are you two okay?" Bakuda nodded with a pained hiss.

"Yeah…bastards got me good with a dozen strikes at once, the numbers were at least twice as high before the PRT got here. There's something really fucked up going on here." She sounded disturbed and frankly I felt no different.

This…wasn't the MO of the Reapers, even if this…event shared certain characteristics. Even so the Rachni had been quite adamant about them being able to easily counter anything this…creature had to offer. Even if the disturbing vision had knocked me off my game.

Danny replied next. "I'm fine. I just need to get back to work."



"You're just as crazy as Taylor is…and oh god she's fighting Lung." I squeaked and the look that Danny gave me was beyond horrifying.

"What?"

"She…wanted me to save you…I…I…" I felt woozy, like I was going to throw up at any second.

There was a sound like the crackle of ice, and I felt another fight that had encroached the area end fairly rapidly. I turned around, blinking as Crystal and Amy came out of nowhere. A wave of water followed Amy, and she quickly froze it as it collided with a struggling Fenja.

Amy tapped in."Could you help me with this…please?" I glanced helplessly at Danny, his hands twitching and the parental fear feeling all too real.

"Go." I practically teleported to Amelia's side, and she commanded quickly.

"Stasis now." Her voice brokered no arguments, and I threw half a dozen biotic restraints on the giant woman. They crackled as she began to break free but that was all the time Amy needed. A blob of water covered the woman's head and glowed. To my shock I saw Panacea's power run through and into the water, and I heard a visible scream from inside Fenja. In an instant, Fenja's supercharged power faltered and with a snap the brute changer collapsed back down to her normal size.

I could hear the PRT men here struggle to keep the other supercharged people under control. And I was thankful that I had kept a few drones on Cricket in case the stasis wore off.

A wordless scream of horror escaped Fenja, and she threw up a boiling black gunk that I immediately reduced to dust with a Warp before dumping it in a testing facility for Bakuda bombs and having it shoved into another Warp bomb. She passed out, and Amy slipped, covering her mouth for a moment. She ducked into an alley, and I could hear her tch for at least thirty seconds.

She rushed back out, with a surprisingly determined look despite how pale she was.

"I—" she cut me off.

"Gather everyone with those black markings. Then once we're done we can deal with Taylor being stupid enough to fight Lung."

"Wha?" She rolled her eyes.

"Singer-of-Rebirth told me, now stop being flighty and help me." I nodded absently, shivering as the roar of Lung echoed through the town.
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April 16th, 2011. 11:56AM

Taylor Hebert


I could hear my biotics pulse and twitch, my heart pumping in my chest as I rocketed around Lung. I could feel the heat, feel his fire surging around him, a flaming whirlwind that damaged buildings. Even so we had kept the damage to a single street, despite Lung having grown to over 23 feet in height. Any time that molten concrete got close, I cooled it down with a pressurized burst of air projected from my weapon. The heat didn't phase me as much as it should and I was glad for that.

This really was a battle.

Lung was burning, and it took everything we had from the three of us to even try to take him down. Armsmaster had revealed a new weapon that cut through Lung like nothing I had ever seen. The grey blur had sliced through Lung's armor like it was a sheet of paper instead of inches of armor plating and scales. The tinker managed to keep up with Lung, his biotics giving him options that he didn't have before now.

BOOM!

Dauntless rained down lightning, each strike taking chunks out of Lung before they healed up in seconds. He routinely aimed for the wings keeping Lung grounded for as long as we could hold him. I had seen him smack Lung around like it was nothing, and his shield could block off Lung's firestorms so we wouldn't get baked.

As for me.

I blinked and slammed into Lung as the distance between us shortened to nothing. A wave of kinetic energy shattered his spine, and with a grimace I launched a beam of warpfire. The white blast of energy punched through his chest and angrily he let out a wave of fire. I blinked out of the way and up into the air, a much smaller but staggering wave of kinetic energy following.

The Dancing Kanquess, I could teleport at any angle I wanted at the cost of range and power. It was a tiring technique but I had been practicing for a while now, and I was starting to get the hang of it. My swarm made it easy to orient myself, and I had used it half a dozen times to get out of the way of more dangerous attacks.

"NOT…BAAAD!" Lung snapped his jaw back into place, eyes continuing to burn like stars. Which made no sense to me…but there was a weirdly shaped flame inside his mouth, pulsing with each word. Was he using his power to talk?!

Dauntless's spear pierced his neck from twenty feet away, extending out from his position in the air. It sent out a burst of energy, sending Lung barreling in Armsmaster's direction. I was about to let out a warning but the tinker dived toward Lung with no hesitation, limbs blurring and the ground cracking as he swung his halberd.

SHINK!

And cut Lung in half.

I didn't let my awe slow my movements, and I launched a series of barrier slices Lung's way. As I spun on the ground I found a broken fragment of metal, a rod about a meter long. I grabbed it with my left hand and launched it with a throw at Lung's chest.

His wings were blown off by my barrier slices and the metal rod pierced his chest at transonic speed.

I launched forward at what felt like many times the speed of sound. I left Lung reeling with another biotic charge. I flipped along his back, and combined an air bomb with a biotic shockwave. I smiled when Lung shot off like a rocket into the road. Armsmaster kept Lung on the back foot, using his newfound earthbending to crush the dragon under the weight of the city.

"MOVE!" Queen screamed in my ear, and I shouted out my own warning. The two capes dodged as Lung leapt into the air on regenerated limbs, a second pair of wings and arms emerging in a shower of biogenic metal and gore. I twisted through the air to dodge his sudden launch, and I didn't feel like the fight was turning in our favor with Lung taking to the air.

Lung twitched, and I blinked out of the way as a giant metal dragon smashed into Lung at three times the speed of sound.



I didn't used to think of statements like that and believe them, and I think that says a lot about my mentality.

Right. Focus Taylor, get back into the fight.

I jumped, moving air currents to my will, my swarm circling around me in a twister formation. Queen rode on a cloud of thousands of bugs, surfing on literal waves of insects.

Disperse.

The cloud spread out, giving me a three dimensional view of the battlefield that had gone from the ground to the air. Lung was twenty five feet tall and at least twice that length including his tail. Two pairs of flaming wings kept him aloft and he was already healing from the supersonic impact. Opposing him was Dragon and Dauntless, and I blinked at the suit that Dragon was wearing.

It was definitely new, around the same size as Lung and despite being made out of metal it looked a lot more organic, it's metal skin was almost flawless, with highly articulated scales that were covered in a faint green forcefield. It looked like a classic western dragon in every way, and it seemed to fly without using any visible propulsion.

"Hello Lung." Dragon chirped almost cheerily, and two cannons opened up from her chest. Despite the heavy filtering of my helmet I was blinded as two beams of plasma caught Lung straight in the face. He howled, spinning in the air as his wings vibrated. They flapped, and his scales flickered as he sent out a directed explosion.

BWOOM!

Dragon lifted a front limb, and a round shield cracked at the beam of destructive combustion. She accelerated, firing what I was pretty sure were railguns as she slammed into Lung in midair. The dragon took a hit from Dauntless, the Trump cape smashing his extended shield into Lung's back. With a sneer I directed my swarm, their numbers swelling as I rallied as many as I could reasonably command without damaging the ecosystem.

They struck at every spot and crevasse that Lung had on his body, obscuring his vision, digging at his skin with energy beams and projections of my airbending. Any time that Lung had an open wound my swarm would dig into them, injecting him with a cocktail of venoms and poisons. Maybe it won't hurt him as much as Warp would, but they were a good distraction…

Lung roared, twisting in the air with more agility than someone his size and mass should have. He was being pinned down, but in the air he had a lot more angles to escape from. I would have to step in a little more directly…

"Queen…" The projection straightened up, and with a smirk I silently commanded her to attack. I blinked and summoned a field of gravity, shaping it around my shock-sword to form a blade of infinite sharpness. With a flick of my wrist I sliced open Lung's back and he slipped from his flight. Queen fell upon him like an angry goddess, and Lung got to experience what it was like to have ten thousand fire ants stinging him, and one hundred enhanced coconut crabs crushing through his scales.

A hook wrapped around Lung's tail and I weaved out of the way as Armsmaster threw himself back into the fight. He had launched himself into the air with his earthbending, and with another arm swing he cut through one of Lung's legs. He circled around Lung, using his own momentum to land on Dragon's back. The air of smugness was almost palpable from here.

"Excellent…" I snorted as I picked up on Armsmaster's voice. "It's taken significant practice to reach this level of acrobatics."

Lung narrowed his eyes, four wings flapping with immense downforce. His maw split open, and a white hot stream of fire nearly cooked me alive. Dragon blocked it with her own body, her wings acting as a shield while she floated in the air.

Dauntless flew until he was a blur even to my eyes, occupying Lung as he continued trying to fling balls of fire, the dragon's arms snapped into fast punches, detonating on impact with his shield. Some of them would get through, exploding on the ground before being put out by the PRT officers that had arrived on the ground.

I flew through the sky, launching warp after warp, whenever I wasn't blinking in and out of existence. I landed back on the ground and launched a barrage of throw propelled spears. To my astonishment he grabbed the first spear, and knocked the others off course in less than a second. I launched myself a hundred feet in the air, and flew around him, mentally flicking entire clouds of insects to block his sight, to analyse his movements and give me advanced warning of an attack.

Dragon rocketed toward him, Armsmaster holding on for dear life as she slammed into Lung like a metallic god. A compartment opened up in her suit's palm, and a cryogenic blast tried to cool off Lung. He flash heated the ice to steam with a wave of plasma. His tail whipped with a boom like cannon fire, and dented the metal that Dragon was made from.

Dauntless blurred blasting an explosion of lightning right in Lung's face. He bashed Lung in a spiraling fall with his shield, and weaved between a firestorm with a speed that made my head hurt. His lance extended, and he sweeped it along in a narrow arc. I felt my ears ring and my swarm vibrate as a directed explosion of kinetic light launched Lung back at least ten feet into the air.



There was literally nothing we had that could use to safely put him down…we needed to—

"Monarch. Is there any attack that can put Lung down for a greater amount of time?" Armsmaster contacted me, and I flew down, knocking Lung off course with eddies of wind and gusts.

One attack came to mind, the strongest and most dangerous biotic attack I could use right now.

"I have one."

"Use it." He left no room for argument, and with my eyes shut I gathered up my biotic energy. I could feel the roiling waves of dark energy, the constant drone at the back of my mind.

"Are you sure about this? You know the attack I'm going to use." He chuffed, and I could see how tight his grip on his halberd was.

"I will take responsibility if this goes wrong." I sighed.

"Well…it's on your head." I blinked until I was a good twenty feet above Lung. I took a deep breath and pulled. I could feel the burn as I strained my nerves, dark energy coalescing and changing the properties of the universe. With another mental trigger, I started crushing the air around my hand.

More.

The air rippled as gravity increased exponentially, I felt a bead of sweat drop down to my chin as I invoked more and more biotic power. I propelled myself on air, dropping my biotic lightening for a moment. Even without it I could just about equal Dauntless in speed.

More.

The air started heating, sucked into the black mass that started to form on top of my hand. Gravity kept increasing, the center kept getting denser, and denser, and denser. Lung paused, and I could see Dauntless moving back a few feet as the air around me started to ripple.

More.

For a moment everything was silent.

Then the air flashed to plasma, as it was crushed and warped by a Singularity.

Lung's roar was soundless, and I flung the miniature black hole into his stomach. I was knocked out of the air as the most powerful attack I had available ricocheted inside his body. He drifted as gravity lost its hold on him, helpless to fight back against the gravity anomaly boiling his blood and warping and crushing his flesh even as he regenerated as fast as possible. He grew two more feet just to keep himself alive. I…

THUMP!

Why am I on the roof of a building?

My hearing was fuzzy, and I had to use my bugs to hear what the people around me were saying. Dragon was holding down Lung, and he was forcibly frozen by an application of Armsmaster's halberd. I couldn't…why was I?

Armsmaster was on his knee, and I finally noticed that he was checking me over. He scanned me, and I could see the frown on his face. He gently poked my arms and I groaned as the pain became evident. My muscles spasmed, and I could hear the alarms ringing before there was a sudden sensation of relief.

Medi-gel injectors…

"Monarch, can you hear me?" I groaned, nodding my head even as agony surged through my exhausted nerves.

"Y-Yes…I just…added a little too much power…I exhausted myself." My throat was dry, and I think I hit my head with how fuzzy everything was.

"Not the smartest decision." I glared at him even with my helmet, and the usually stoic Armsmaster smiled for a split second. His smile broke when a bone chilling roar echoed through the street, and I could hear Queen hiss as Lung coated himself in a bubble of fire. Dragon stepped back, Armsmaster's halberd warping in the thousand degree field of heat.

I don't think he's going to like that.

The frozen air holding Lung down broke, and his muscles and silver scales swelled further. Lung had grown to just over thirty feet tall, as big as he was when he fought Leviathan. His bat-like wings caused hurricane level winds, and a blast of fire beneath his feet boosted him over eighty feet in the air. His scales all shimmered, and my omni-tool helpfully informed me that Lung was channeling both his firebending and his Parahuman pyrokinesis through his scales.

"We need to move…now." I yelped when Armsmaster picked me up, leaping off a building to the next one.

But it wouldn't do any good.

The amount of energy he was channeling…it was…too much for anyone to withstand. And then…Lung turned to us, and I had the vague idea that I was being sneered at.

That plus the inhumanly calculating look added up to a nightmare.

A solid beam of fire over ten feet wide pushed against the air, and I could see Dragon turning at Mach speeds to block the beam of directed explosions.

Oh.

My swarm rippled and I knew we weren't going to be fast enough…

"G-Gate to—" The blast caught up to us before I could finish the words. I tried desperately to continue because I didn't want t—

Instead of blinding burning hellfire my vision was obscured by a blocky, ugly cockroach of a shuttle. But at that moment it was the most beautiful thing I had seen in my life. It's shields shined golden, and the flames were split in two. One of the shuttle doors opened and I saw Basilia leap out.

"That's…" Armsmaster trailed off, and I couldn't help but stare as the sea of fire was halted by Basilia alone. The cyclone of fire over fifty feet tall turned from blue to orange-white, with hints of other colors as Basilia circled her arms. The swirling flames were brought together into a pillar even taller than two Lungs, and there was a chill down my spine as the flames sputtered and died.

When the heat faded and the air cleared, Lung was gone with only an elaborate scorch mark remaining where he had stood. There was a long trail of destruction, and I felt surprised that we had managed to confine the battle to a single street.

"We…" I coughed, my arms spasming again after the strain of using my biotics for so long and then summoning a black hole. "We fought him off then?" Armsmaster let out an admonishing murmur, and…why do I feel like someone is burning a hole through my head?

"Monarch." My mouth went dry when Basilia appeared out of nowhere, both of her arms kept to the side but her hands tightened into fists. I tried to move, and she growled.

"I…" Even without a face to look at I could tell she was pissed.

"Shut it." She pulled water from a built-in container in her suit, and took a knee. She fiddled with my suit, and managed to open up the chest plate. She sprayed more medi-gel, scanning me for a moment and stopping.

"Basilia…"

"You are currently suffering from heat exhaustion, biotic burn-out, two cracked ribs, a bump to the head, multiple bruises, several torn muscles, and minor plasma burns." She pointed to my hands, where part of my armor had been burned away from the singularity. "This was after having the bright idea to combat the man who fought Leviathan for multiple hours without dying. You then had the equally bright idea of creating a singularity when your control of that technique is barely even adequate for keeping it from tearing your body apart."

"I…did what I had to…and he attacked first." She nodded wearily.

"I can understand that, but I'm not going to condone reckless actions. I…can't do that."

My temper flared. "Like you're any be—" she slapped my stomach and I felt my ribs protest as she started the healing process. The ache that had been building started to fade, and I relaxed.

"No…tu no me vas hablar así! Yo se que ha hecho cosas estúpidos…pero no quiero repetir los mismos errores. So no tratas a poner esto encima de me! No voy a dejar que te matas…no…no…puedo estar solo." She talked so fast I couldn't even understand her, and my helmet didn't have an active translator.

"Huh…?" Basilia froze, and I could hear her get choked up. She muttered, and I protested as she pulled me up to my feet. She continued the healing session for a few minutes, and then forcibly sealed the suit back up.

The older woman hunched over, wringing her hands together as she looked away from me. "I…you almost died." I opened my mouth to respond to her but nothing came out.

Armsmaster stepped back. "You have two minutes." He waddled, scaling down the building just out of sight of my eyes. But not out of sight of my bugs.

I…was embarrassed to admit it took a lot longer to place a hand on her shoulder than it should have. She tried to shake me off but I didn't release my grip, this had to be talked out.

That's…what friends did right? Talk to each other?

"Basilia." I used the dimensional communicators, since they were on an independent network. "I…I'm sorry…please tell me what I did wrong?" That was automatically the worst thing to say to her, with the way she whirled around to face me.

"Taylor. You know we're friends right?" She sounded so very small, and beneath her heavy armor I could feel her shaking.

"I do know we're friends." I still didn't get what she meant though, but it felt obvious.

She sighed. "Then you should realize that means I care about you, I care about your well-being. It means I…don't want you to die. I've never felt this terrified in my life, and it…it's hard to handle. I'm not cut out for that kind of life."

I wrapped my arms around my meager chest, not sure how to feel about this side of Basilia. "I think you're doing fine."

Basilia's laughter was self deprecating. "Taylor…I got punked by Squealer of all people on my first day. We beat the Empire the first two times because Kaiser miscalculated and they didn't know their enemy. Out of the two of us, who has caught the most criminals personally?"

"But…" I thought about it, and realized she wasn't entirely wrong. I had caught more villains than she had, and the number of non powered criminals was about equal between us. But it was obvious she preferred Athena to fighting crime directly but I…didn't have the same problem.

"I just get scared you know? I don't have many friends in this world, and I don't want to lose that."

"I'll try my best to not…make questionable decisions." She laughed, shaking her head for a few seconds.

"Questionable decisions…is that how you're going to phrase this?" She gestured to the liquefied street and I felt heat on my cheeks.

"Yes." She giggled, but her mirth passed when Dragon hovered above us, her suit stuttering with the damage she had taken.

"Erudition, Monarch…could you come take a look at this?" We went with Dragon, and I felt confused as my focus shifted to the precise markings left by the battle. All of them had been made by Lung during the course of the fight. The shuttle hovered and I hopped on along with Erudition.

With a fwump sound we lifted into the air, and I started to understand what she meant. There was a pattern to the markings, they meant something specific and they actually looked like lettering.

"What…the…hell?" Basilia muttered to my right, and I could see her drones were all focusing on the markings. She murmured more, mindlessly tapping on her omni-tool despite having a computer in her brain. Or maybe she was multitasking and using both at the same time.

"Lung seems to have carved a precise message into the street during the fight. It says—"

"There is a foul scent in the air, something slithers in the dark. It must be excised. Then there's a few coordinates across the city, here, here, and here." I leaned over to see the holographic map, one spot was inside a warehouse in the Docks. The other was some office in the Commercial District, and the third was somewhere inside the Boat Graveyard.

"What does that mean?" Dragon sounded curious, and I think Basilia already had the idea that we weren't going to be able to hide this.

"We…found something, a…a new member of The White Lotus detected some awful presence, and Panacea confirmed it when she removed…something inside various Empire members. It's not entirely spiritual in nature, but whatever is going on…I don't like the sound of it." There was an underlying sense of wariness, and I could agree with her.

For more than fifteen blocks I could feel my swarm, and despite being simple bugs I could feel something like fear from them. That wasn't normal, and I didn't like the sensation at all.

"If what you're saying is true, I think the PRT would like to know." Basilia nodded, but checked on something.

"Terra, do you copy?" I flinched at the sound of rock and concrete crumbling, and the signature sounds of biotic warps.

"Yes I copy…I'm tied up with the Wards, we got ambushed by Oni Le—STOP THROWING BUILDINGS AT CHILDREN!" I could hear an affronted scoff from Vista. "Oni Lee has manifested as an Earthbender and is being backed up by two firebenders and an airbender…GRENADE!" There was an explosion, and I could hear panting from Charlotte as she ran.

"Do you need any…help?" I could hear the cringe in Basilia's voice.

"N-No…Assault and Battery are on their way, they got caught up with fifteen souped up Empire. But they're close…WHY ONI LEE! WHHYYY!" Charlotte let out a painful shriek of rage, and I heard an almost refined chuckle on the other end.

"This is a play little one and it must look good. And it shall be…" There was a whistle of metal cutting through air, and Charlotte hung up.

Basilia sighed.
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April 16th, 2011. 12:10AM

Basilia Rubio


I scowled as Taylor stripped out out her costume, and I got a better look of her bruises. If this had been some other more peaceful time I might have been a little embarrassed to see a girl with only her undergarment protecting her modesty.

Too bad I was still PISSED.

She sat down on a medical chair, and seemed a little uncomfortable as multiple robotic arms lightly inspected her.

Good.

I stomped over to her, trying to keep my temper in check but her frightened expression told me I was failing horribly. I huffed, and she hissed as I injected triage nano. In addition to some magic healing , I also used nano triage, a type of nutrient rich cell fluid filled with induced pluripotent stem cells that will rapidly multiply with the guidance of medical nanomachines. They should heal up most of her wounds within a few hours on their own, but paired with waterbending healing that would drop to a few seconds.

"Basilia." I glared at Taylor and she shut the hell up. With a growl under my breath, stepped up onto the chair, and crept up to Taylor so I could finish off the healing.

Focus.

I directed energy, my mind's eye focusing on the flow of chi, of life energy paths in the body. Around her damaged ribs, her bruises, her torn muscles, her strained nerves, and the burns on her right hand. There was also the goose egg on her head from tumbling two dozen feet down. If she was a normal human being she would have cracked her skull open instead of surviving with a light bruise.

My hands glided along her surprisingly hard body, and I don't think Taylor wanted to interrupt me with the dumb expression she was wearing. I don't think I had ever felt such feverish anger before, and I did have a temper problem but even for me this was a little beyond the pale. I guess I could only handle so much.

Once I finished up with her, I scrambled for something for her to wear that wasn't a damaged set of Rachni biological armor. I knew I had a few spare shirts and shorts and pants somewhere.

"Are you still angry?" I didn't look at Taylor, and when I didn't find spare clothing I decided just to make one. I stomped over to one of the compact omni-forge models, and quickly input the command for clothing that would be Taylor's height, width, and bodily structure. That would take maybe a minute at best, and the quality would be comparable to better than standard weaved clothing.

The clothing was printed out, a generic black t-shirt and a pair of white gym shorts with black horizontal stripes. I threw them at Taylor and turned around, pinching the bridge of my nose and taking multiple deep breaths to calm my shot nerves.

I heard clothing rustling behind me and I took my time keeping my anger in check. It was hard not to be when your closest friend does something completely stupid. At least I finally understood how she felt now when she found me bleeding on the floor, I had never been so terrified in my life.

"Basilia…" I growled and turned around, and then forcibly relaxed midway into the movement. It wasn't productive to be angry at her, and staying angry did nothing but stress me the hell out.

"What?" I fully turned around and then nearly fell flat on my own face.

Taylor had just placed her own shirt on, but was still holding it up to expose her abs. I opened my mouth and then closed it when no words came out to respond back to her.

"Holy shit you could grind meat on those…"

Her eyebrows shot up. "What?" The confusion in her tone was as obvious as an eighty foot tall purple platypus-bear.

"I said absolutely nothing, you're just hearing things!" Her eyes narrowed and my face was surely on fire at this point.

"I'm sure I heard something." Her lips were quirked up into an amused smile, and she crossed her arms over her chest, cocking a hip at the same time.

I tapped my fingers together, feeling a weird churning, butterflies in my stomach kind of anxiety. It felt familiar, and I wasn't sure why it did.

"Nope." I shook my head and waved my arms in denial. "I said nothing, and you will continue to think I said nothing. Is that clear?"

Her smile turned into a smirk. "No. Let me think…you said you could grind meat on…" At that point I tackled her, embarrassment overriding my common sense along with the stress from today. She took three steps back but didn't fall to the ground. I felt that anxiety come back tenfold when I felt hands around my waist. Taylor easily held up my weight with no strain put on her…

She was still smiling, bemusement dancing in her hazel eyes. Taylor was having an odd effect on me…for just a moment I felt…comfortable… felt warm and safe and almost protected. She placed me back down on the ground, and I barely kept my small hands from keeping their hold on her wrists.

I…what am I even thinking?

There was a contemplating look on her face, and I realized that I was staring at her for far too long. I looked away, and I bit my lip nervously as I tried to figure out what to say.

Why did I want her to hold me again? I don't…oh…oh…no…oh…no, no, no…

"Basilia? What's the matter? Are you having a panic attack?" She shook my shoulder and her concern didn't subtract from my increasing panic.

"I'm fine! Besides we need to…go…we have another meeting with the PRT. We need to plan out whatever is going on with the Empire 88." I distracted her from what was going on with myself.

"When is that anyway?" She asked and I gratefully answered.

"About two hours from now…they're scrambling to get the city back in order after that huge flare up. I'm also gathering up some gifts for the PRT, because whatever is taking root in the city…it can't be good."

"Have you gotten all of our defense up to code?" Her expression became a very serious one that I found kind of h—interesting. I found it interesting!

"Y-Yes…the heavy defensive barriers are operating at 100% capacity, and I've succeeded in placing barriers between plates of grav-compressed laser steel. Nothing short of a barrage of nuclear tipped missiles could hope to get through, and that's only if they can get through the GARDIAN system I'm setting up. The security systems are up to date and…" I went on and on for a few minutes before Taylor eventually told me to stop.

"It's going to get chaotic isn't it?" She didn't sound weary but I felt for her all the same.

I dropped my shoulders. "Yes it is…and it'll be up to people like us to clean up the mess."



I hate Nazis…
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AN: I feel at least a little proud of this chapter for the fight scene at least. I've never been too sure if I write them well or not but this felt right at least for me. And now some can see some of the little disadvantages of Passengers being freed from old limits. Lung might not have a conflict drive anymore, but he was picked by his shard for a reason.

Oni Lee is no longer an automaton, and he can chuck buildings now, and the ABB has gone from having the least superhumans to the most.

Until the PRT shows up with their own bender divisions by the dozens. If there's one benefit, its that the reigns of power might be shifting back to the government. Whether or not that's a good thing is going to vary from place to place.

So enjoy.
 
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Ramification 5.7
AN: So 5.7 is out and I'm currently working on 6.4. I decided to add a small warning for a little horror at the start, I think it's rather light but I might not be the best judge of that. Nothing that needs to be reviewed mind you but still. Hopefully you enjoy this chapter anyway. I'll keep posting at the current pace until the Interludes before taking a three day pause between Arcs. So…yeah.
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Ramification 5.7

April 16th, 2011. 2:45PM

Basilia Rubio


This meeting was of a far more serious nature than my previous encounters with Director Piggot, and the atmosphere was far tenser than it had ever been before. Not that I would blame them, being that I had been the one to call out the likely chance of an unimaginably dangerous Master/Stranger threat somewhere within the city. We had gone through the motions of all those protocols, and I had let them take the gifts I had given them based on advice from the Rachni Queen.

Bakuda and Terra were both back at base, keeping an eye out for the Docks. Though Terra in particular was helping out with repairs due to the damage inflicted on the roads and buildings. I had gone up to the Rig, with Taylor backing me up for the meeting.

Director Piggot was flanked by Battery and Velocity this time, since Armsmaster was still recovering from the fight. Turns out he had strained himself a bit too much with the acrobatics and was also suffering from heat exhaustion. There was a projector currently paused on some video I didn't recognize.

"Erudition…what have you ascertained about this situation? You've certainly shown a knack for being in the know." Piggot didn't sound happy but then in most cases she rarely was happy to begin with.

I scowled. "In this case, a lot less than I would hope. I only recognized the threat because of a surprise informant and a new member of my team. How have your tests been…you've followed the protocols I recommended yes?" While the weird biotech likely didn't project some horrible effect I wanted to make certain that was the case.

"They were extremely strenuous but the consequences of failed containment were very…well explained in your warning." Probably because I had mentioned that any Empire member with those black fleshy markings were potential Master bombs. That thing inside them didn't seem contagious but I lacked the knowledge to be sure. The Batarian tech tree was scratching at the back of my head, but it was a distant echo only.

"Sorry…how did they go?" Her fists clenched, and the video played. An empire member was tied to a chair, writhing angrily at his restraints. There was a brief blast of light from some piece of Tinkertech, and he started screaming before a black mass was evacuated from his throat. I almost gagged at the strange creature that had been within him, it resembled an infected pustule, long tendrils of black neural tissue flexing and extending in the most disgusting way possible.

Battery whispered. "Dear god."

It let out a scream that sounded like a child was being eviscerated, and that nearly triggered a panic attack from the sheer horror I was witnessing. A single scan was taken, and immediately after a laser reduced the freak of perverted science to inert ashes.

"That…" I didn't have words to describe what I had just seen.

"Was it what you expected?" I shuddered.

"No…I don't really have much of a clue on what those…symbiotes are. Only our new member seems to have any familiarity with what this is, and she's a little bit of an oddball." I really didn't, the best guess was the product of some type of spirit or an advanced bioweapon project.

But…that didn't feel right.

"You mentioned it could be related to the spirits?" I grimaced, shuddering again at the sensation.

"Have you ever had the feeling of walking over your own grave?" I said with a nonchalant tone. "There is for lack of better words…evil lurking in the air. It's not a pleasant feeling." Battery pursed her lip, her visor doing much to hide how much my statement perturbed her. She couldn't hide from my seismic sense though.

"So for once you don't have an answer for me…?" Piggot looked almost amused at the thought.

"I don't but my new teammate does…though she isn't much interested in fighting."

Piggot leaned back. "Which reminds me…who is your teammate? Having an unknown cape informing us isn't in the PRT's interest."

"She calls herself Singer-of-Rebirth…she's something not too far from being a Case 53. Her powers are rather dangerous, and she introduced herself by warning us about the presence in the city. We gave her a safe place away from people, since a lot of her abilities are too unnerving for most normal people."

Her shoulders perceptively lowered. "Would it be possible to speak with her? I would prefer to have a measure of this cape." I glanced at Taylor and she shrugged.

Fuck it.

I slowly and gently pressed the holographic display of my omni-tool. It connected instantly, and the tool displayed a large holographic image of the queen of the hive. Piggot schooled her expression, and I could see concern in the other two Parahumans eyes.

The Rachni Queen turned her head, insect-like eyes gazing at the PRT leader with what felt like curiosity. "The human Battle Matriarch is a curious one, her song is strong…she knows of war, she knows of monsters hiding beneath our feet." She bowed her head in respect. "The deep ones are silent, but even dead gods dream. The symphony you call Empire has become their puppets, the final gasps of a fading song."

"Song…" Velocity quietly muttered the word, and I could pick up hundreds of Tinkertech scanners searching for Master effects. My gift to the PRT, a nice little contract would be set up between us. Though the first models were free of charge.

"Deep Ones…is that the Parahuman behind this…change in the Empire?" She looked ready to shoot someone in the face which made me very nervous to be in the blast radius.

"The songs of the Deep Ones are not that of your kind. They are beyond ancient creatures lost to the fog of deep time. Their notes of madness are a plague on all life."

"Not…are you saying these…Deep Ones aren't human?" That didn't improve her mood, and frankly I agreed with her. I was here to reduce the bullshit, not increase it further. Then again this might still be a better scenario than the alternative, which involves a protracted gang war with ABB slaves and a tinker that can make black hole bombs. Instead we have to deal with a broken Empire with mind slaves and an unknown intelligence building super dangerous te—

Goddammit…this planet can go straight to hell!

There was a tune from the communicator, though the Queen thankfully didn't try to project her psychic powers. "They are not. The broken song of the Deep Ones is colored with red and yellow, notes of hatred and needless destruction. They must be destroyed, before the world falls to ruin."

"How dangerous are these Deep Ones?" Piggot was taking us at face value, likely only because I had no trouble revealing things that others would keep hidden for arbitrary reasons.

"In the era they lived in, they were responsible for the suffering and torture of billions of souls. They spread their madness with artifacts, twisting cultures and songs into decadent monuments to suffering and sadism. Even in their silent state they are what you humans call S-class threats."

Fuck…

Piggot reared back, and I was ready to receive an angry warning from the PRT leader. Instead she seemed to take a series of breaths before coming to some decision. "You're lucky that this city needs more heroes and that I'm not willing to alienate someone with as much power as you've accrued." She didn't really sound like she meant it…instead she just sounded…tired. Like the statement was said automatically and meant nothing…

I laughed nervously. "Hehe…Err would it reassure you that I had no clue about this?"

Her expression was blank. "No."

"I thought so." I rubbed the back of my head. I took a deep breath. "I'll apply all of my available resources to trying to stop this…incursion?" I questioned my words, shaking my head.

"I'm sure you will, and we still have a few questions to ask of you…but that will be handled by some of my officers." She stood up with surprising swiftness for her physical health. Why did I feel like I was being made fun of?

"Sure?" I didn't put much effort into questioning her, because so far Piggot had been almost supernaturally reasonable with us. Even if a little snippy and bitchy at times. But I didn't want to overstay our welcome either…and luckily it seems like they didn't think I had some secret Teacher Trump-Master thing going. That would have been a gigantic mess and I would have fled the planet at that point.

Maybe the fact I just didn't tend to provoke people on purpose made me a step up above average Parahumans? Really it was only Taylor who ever dealt directly with Parahumans of her own initiative, and even then she was cautious with the way she did things and rarely needed to fight people directly due to her range. Barring the little scuffle with Skidmark before his gang completely collapsed around him.

Even so that didn't mean that Piggot wouldn't sick the slow moving monster known as paperwork on me…and I knew I would be in for a headache once benders outnumbered conventional Parahumans. That would trigger a paradigm shift in the dynamics of power, and the alterations in future Parahumans would be an even larger shift.

Each and every Parahuman affected has grown stronger and more diverse in their range of capabilities.

Glory Girl had partitioned her barrier into a dozen layers, each one capable of taking a single hit from Scion before faltering. It was flexible and had a fair amount of dexterity, capable of grabbing objects and shifting its shape and form with ease. Not too far off from what she reached with the Wretch…but without the traumatizing combination of bodily mutilation and barely narratively concealed sexual harassment.

She had blaster and shaker powers with her firebending, and was growing more proficient and in sync with her power with each coming day.

Taylor wasn't growing quite as much due to certain limitations placed on her shard, but a range of eighteen blocks was nothing to sneeze at, and the enhancements and projection of her powers gave them strength they wouldn't possess as a normal grouping of insects.

Every Parahuman was growing stronger, it was in their nature as soul bearing creatures. Lung was already a monster, and the presence of a soul only benefited the damn warlord bastard. We were lucky he decided to not just burn the PRT building to the ground. Probably didn't want the local government too weak to be unable to deal with the Empire.

Which…did not say good things about our prospects with whatever had started eating them from the inside out.

There was going to be a lot of escalation from here on out until the Empire was terminated.
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April 17th, 2011. 6:35AM

Basilia Rubio


Back here again huh?

I had fallen asleep, forced into bed early by the machinations of Taylor through rather terrifying insect based threats to my person. That would have been disconcerting if the worry she projected didn't nullify the physical threats.

Once I had been down for a count, it had mostly had a dreamless sleep cycle until awareness spontaneously returned to me. I was back in the halls of memory, fractal doors leading to what had to be each and every moment of my young life engraved in the intricate circuitry of the soul. My stomach was tight, unease dulling my interest in this place after last time.

"This place isn't any less weird than back then." I stood up, brushing my hair back as I rolled back and forth on my heels. The area wasn't anywhere as broken as the first time I had been here, resembling a memory palace of emerald glass and shining blue stone.

I started to walk, deciding to follow the instincts that were buried within my soul. There was always a deeper connection between my shamanism and my own psyche, a strange solidity to its programming if you would.

I passed by and through multiple hallways, shifting between layers with little thought or reason. It was my own mind after all, there didn't need to be any rules besides the ones I made for myself. For brief moments of time, I could see foggy memories, some that had been fuzzy and in fact continued to be fuzzy even if they were clarified a bit with my mental trip.

Getting Pokémon Pearl and a Pichu plushie at seven years old.

Watching Avatar the Last Airbender as a kid, and transitioning to Korra once it showed up out of the blue. Getting into all sorts of fandoms, reading and watching, and enjoying them to various degrees.

Moving from Florida to sunny California…watching my parent's relationship fall apart because of mistakes that could never be taken back. Getting exhausted and burnt out by the constant back and forth, unable to succeed and achieve much in high school due to outright laziness and lack of healthy studying habitats.

Slowly getting myself back together, trying to get back on track, to break the habits that stifled me when I was young. To…to be better than the person I was before.

It was…a mix of nostalgia and sadness that was oddly difficult to describe in better words while I was within the confines of the source of my life energy. This place was fractal, and didn't seem very dissimilar to what the interior of a Shard would look like. It made a woman wonder why that was…and if I could find a connection with that realization.

When I returned my awareness outside my thoughts, I nearly tripped on a rock, and found out I had drifted rather far from outside the hall of memories. I was in the middle of a harsh hot plain, a winding river being the only sign of moisture in the area. I looked around, and let out a yelp when I saw the figure sitting down on a strange alien stump.

I blinked.

The…man(?) wore the robes of a monk, if colored a dark chitinous black. Further more thorough inspection revealed he was floating in the air. A feat of airbending so powerful and so perfect it had been mastered by only two people in thousands of years. Even my newbie ass could recognize the feat for what it was.

I couldn't see his face, as his entire head was obscured in a mist of twisting wind. Four blazing gold eyes watched me casually, and I fidgeted under the judging gaze of the being floating before me. I eyed a log on the opposite side of the clearing, and took the unspoken invitation for what it was.

I adjusted myself into a meditative stance, and the being nodded in approval revealing slightly pointed teeth in comparison to that of a normal human being. Not that there was anything wrong with that…

The being's chuckles were hard and deep, a low rumble of experience and age tinting his voice. He didn't speak so I decided to meditate alongside him, give a few minutes for the ice to break.



I zoned out, spreading my awareness outward as I entered the place my thoughts often led me to. I couldn't feel the other elements in this place, and I smiled at the tickle of wind currents, the flux of chi and life energy adding some power to my own life force.

"You seek much, don't you…human?" I paused from my meditation, but remained in a calm state of mind. "You seek the old words, seek for truths buried within truths."

I spoke hesitantly. "I do…I can understand the need for Bans if it's a safety thing but…"

"You are too curious for your own good to stop yourself from seeking knowledge that is both dangerous yet needed. A million secrets scattered across a million lifetimes, secrets you are not ready for."

I sighed but nodded in agreement. "I…can understand that. I nearly killed myself by searching for something that was beyond my power. I…want to know more, but I don't want to destroy myself in the process."

"But you are willing to suffer through pain and frustration to sate your curiosity. Why?" The unknown monk asked, and I pulled out an answer buried deep down.

I purse my lip, adjusting the strap of my tank-top. "Because I want to know, because the knowledge buried deep inside could help me…could help millions of other people. And if I learn how to use what I know appropriately. If I know the pitfalls of those who came before me…perhaps I can prevent mankind from making the same mistakes."

The man's grin was sardonic. "Both fear and compassion guide you on the Path. Fear for your life, fear for the lives of those you hold dear, compassion for your fellow man, a need for justice, for change…you seek enlightenment even if it is not one of disconnecting with the material world." His four blazing eyes winked, and I could see his bemusement despite the darkness and his alien facial expressions.

"I…"

"Freedom is what you are searching for…but you feel chained by the role that fate has thrust upon you. You feel chained to a Purpose you do not understand…"

"H-How?"

There was a raspy cough from the being, and he felt…old. "There is a reason we are linked, young one and in that direction lies forbidden knowledge. Until you are ready. But if you feel stifled…take the time to express your freedom. You are an airbender after all."

The dream began to fade, and I lifted a shaking arm. "Hey wait! Who are you?"

The man smirked. "There are still Bans in this place, human."

"You son of a b—" The transition between dreams and reality was as subtle as an exploding supersonic freight train slamming into an orphanage slash puppy farm.

…!

I nearly fell from my perch on the sofa, and I remembered conking out on the couch feeling too tired to move on to the bed. At least my sofa was made out of claytronics so I could make it as soft and plush as cotton and silk with the press of a mental button. The nanotechnology was getting progressively better, even if it was limited to no intense physics breaking.

I could smell the sizzle of food being cooked in my kitchen, and I wiggled myself into a sitting position, and then rubbed at my ears, as they felt fuzzy for whatever asinine reason that walking inside my own soul seemed to affect.

I turned around, placing my knees on the seat cushion and resting my chest on the sofa with a lazy smile. Taylor was cooking a meal, humming a sweet tune I recognized from my home playlist, music I had managed to find buried deep down inside the records of data imprinted into Veda's vast spiritual corpus.

She had been a shard the size of a planet once upon a time…

"Taylor?" I rubbed my eyes, trying my best to remove the traces of sleep and dreams from them. The taller woman turned in my direction, holding a spatula she was using to make scrambled eggs.

"Hey…" She didn't seem any less sleepy than I did, lazily waving to me as she continued to let the food simmer on the stove for a while.

"You…seem tired. You sure you don't want me to take over from here?" I offered her the chance to rest all the while blushing.

Stop blushing idiot! This isn't even something embarrassing!

She waved me off with a half-smile, stirring the food some more so it wouldn't stick to the pan. "No I'm good…did you sleep like I told you too?" I chuckled nervously when I saw how every insect in the room was standing very still.

I coughed. "I…did sleep but I had a weird dream." She looked at me funny, like she wasn't sure she wanted to know.

"Errr…and?" She sounded uncomfortable, and I began to wonder if I had been moving around a lot in my sleep.

"I was speaking to someone, I somehow ended up examining my own soul again." She nearly dropped the spatula, Taylor's expression blanking as she inspected me with a few hundred bugs. I raised my hands defensively. "I'm fine, this isn't the same as the first time. Hell I could probably do that again and I wouldn't be hurt anymore."

"Please don't." I nodded and she seemed relieved that I wasn't going to be suicidally stupid. Which pissed me off because of that spat with fucking Lung of all people.

"I'm not…I know what I'm doing at this point. I have a sense of self preservation. Unlike a certain someone I know." My tone became teasing, and I got to enjoy Taylor's reddening face as I waggled my eyebrows. I didn't bother to be subtle since it wasn't how I did things.

"Shut up." I smiled and eagerly watched her insects skitter along the floor and walls, vibrating periodically. Her control of them was utterly fascinating as a concept, she could read them down to their general biology, and the sheer number was beyond vast. Even in a city, a single acre could support millions of insects. The surface area of her power was far greater than a single acre.

Most of her limits were ones of practicality, ecological damage, and energy cost. Most insects just weren't useful for fighting directly with the exception of blinding people, or swarming them…which works on most people. But firebenders and airbenders would be a load of trouble in that regard though.

The amount of processing power she could access using even a fraction of the neurons would be awe inspiring. Which actually begged the question.

"So…have you figured out anything new with your power? I mean you already have an amazing power but still. I'm curious."

Taylor blinked. "You think controlling bugs is amazing?" She sounded skeptical and I almost laughed.

"Of course I do…you have complete and near total control of a swarm of millions upon millions of invertebrates, the most common animal on the planet. You have access to their senses, to their brains. That's an enormous amount of data you have access to. The neurons of insects are simple, but efficient and sheer quantity can make up for their evolutionary faults."

Her eyes widened, and she swayed from side to side as she came to some conclusion from my statement. A few hundred ants gathered together, and then she stuck her tongue out as she tried something.

"Oh…I didn't realize I could do that…"

"Do what?" My thoughts hadn't been fully completed but I had a general idea of what was going on.

"I can use my bugs as biocomputers can't I?" I shrugged. "Most of my tinkering was just to extend signals with relay bugs, to send data out with neural interfaces. Or to enhance specific bugs with synthetic smart polymers and certain metals." There was a smirk on her face now, and her excitement was palpable.

And cute to boot.

"I feel like I could have made that self-evident sooner…" God damn the amount of shit that Taylor could have done with that. She was already using her bugs to process information with her studying but it wasn't as directed as it could be. "Fuck I think bees can even count and have the concept of zero inside their crazy bee brains. Jumping spiders can use complex pathing to learn optimal routes of attack, and can learn from their mistakes. You could probably get them to perform computations for you, for all sorts of purposes."

That's trillions of neurons she could make use of to process data on a massive parallel scale, with her swarm interconnected to form a gigantic neural circuit with enough calculative ability to process higher mathematics.

"We should test this right now." Taylor placed a hand on both my shoulders, and I replied quickly.

"Gate to Lotus." We stepped between worlds, right into one of the room's I used for studying. I had convinced Taylor to try obtaining some manner of college education, and I was easily working up to testing out of college. Taylor might do the same if she's not into the idea of going to a university…I think it would be good for her though.

But that's not my decision to make.

"Wait, we still need breakfast." I opened the door again, and Taylor stepped back through. The door was left open for a few minutes and Taylor came back with two plates of food, turning off the stove beforehand.

"Good. We can't experiment with an empty stomach." I spoke happily, flouncing as I began to actively use my Exocortex to process data, we would need to start some work to optimize Taylor's bug based computations.

I cracked my knuckles, smiling widely.

This was going to be fun.
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April 17th, 2011. 8:30AM

Dinah Alcott


My powers were growing easier and easier to use as time went on, and as the probability of me being kidnapped dropped. The headaches had been horrible and the constant idea in the back of my mind that I was going to be kidnapped and used had been a drain for months.

Slowly I started to understand the ins and outs of my power, and the things Basilia had told me clarified it further. My power came from what was basically a living computer as big as a planet. I could see…I guess I could call them glimpses of possible timelines, possible futures based on the data my shard was taking in. Trying to focus on one wasn't impossible, but trying for longer than even for a few moments would make my head ring.

Fate always apologized, saying it was hard to adapt with how crippled its functions had been. She said that the Administrator had the same issue, but that they were both healing their wounds with their new forms…recovering lost functions and evolving out of old weaknesses.

I could see the Paths, but trying to touch them only resulted in horrible headaches and they would flex and shift and change when I did reach them. Fate said it was related to cause and effect, that my decision to alter the future would alter the simulations. She said it wasn't exactly that, but that it was close enough for a little baby human.

I…felt a little miffed about that.

Questions made the calculations a lot simpler, Fate could sort through a trillion timelines and possible outcomes, calculating and modeling using her many, many eyes. She hadn't shown up when the other Shards had introduced themselves, said she was still too busy fixing herself to…socialize with a bunch of weirdos.

Even if that was sort of the point of being a Precognition shard…

So…right questions were much better to ask, though I could see glimpses of the Paths in my dream. Even so it wasn't easy, and they shifted so chaotically because of how unpredictable the world was, because of how unpredictable people were. I had asked a lot of questions in the past two weeks, but I didn't always get the right answers. How could I? Not without knowing the right questions to ask…

There were so many mistakes that could be made from not asking the right ones, to blindly following what my power told me. Even trying to follow all the timelines would probably make my head explode. So I had to ask questions and hope that I didn't hurt more people than I saved.

I could only ask a few questions, up to twelve without a headache since it put strain on my Corona Pollentia…the link between me and Fate. That was apparently why Thinkers got headaches, overreaching with our predictive and analytical powers could cause inflammation or even damage.

But my power had gotten better, doubling in the number of questions I could ask. Even then it could still cause issues…but I could also ask more questions than that with reduced accuracy.

I could ask if it's going to rain tomorrow and answer with 87.89987898799% or answer with an 88% chance of it happening. That would make it go from 12 questions to 60, but they wouldn't be able to take certain subjects into account like Scion or the Endbringers. At least not as well.

Which…wasn't something I knew I could do to begin with. Apparently I had even been the one to predict the end of the world in the original timeline. Which was supposed to be started by Jack Slash. I had tried to ask that question to Fate and had then been bombarded with incomprehensible images, a thousand possible futures that were so strange…so alien I couldn't even understand any of it.

All I could get was a shrug and a maybe, and that she needed to work on modeling a few things better. Which brought up a number of topics that I didn't want to broach with the others yet.

Basilia was…very strange when I tried asking about her…it's not like Fate couldn't see her, she definitely could. But there was…just something that was always a little off with my predictions. Like a variable was constantly changing and tilting things one way or another. Weirdly enough it wasn't just her though…it was everyone in the city, and even beyond the city. But most people were too…small…

I guess it would be reasonable to say that the average person is a tiny pockmark on the possible Pathways, a distortion that Fate could easily account for without trouble. Their decisions could be mostly accounted for to higher accuracy but it wasn't a guarantee either. Basilia…was more like a pothole, big enough to be a problem but I could navigate around her if I was lucky…sometimes.

After they had saved me, I thought they were going to put me to work answering questions about the future…and sometimes they asked. But they thought it was more important for me to be okay, that I could take my time or that I didn't have to help them. I was here because they didn't want other people to hurt me, that I could make the choice on whether or not to use my power.

I…wanted to help, and not just because the world was going to end. They had decided to try to change the future, to defy the fate that had been set for this world. I…didn't want to turn into a drone following some Path either, but I could still help…I could change things.

But I couldn't do that when I was stuck on another planet.

There was a buzz at the edge of my hearing, and I turned around to see the giant shrimp-crab-beetles that had been living next to our base for weeks apparently. The queen was sweet for an alien bug thing as big as a draft horse, and she had gotten bigger since yesterday. Though she said it tired her out, and at the same time she had to pop out lots of eggs that would make all her babies.

Which was…really scary.

There weren't a lot of them, and most of them were the tiny green ones who would nibble on the toast I gave them. Their chitters were somehow cute, and I think Taylor could understand them…she said they mostly squealed and asked precocious questions.

The green ones were called Workers, and only about the size of cats and small dogs, maybe four to ten pounds. They could build stuff, and used their weird acid to break up everything from grass to rock. They were only about a hundred of them, and they weren't dumb but they weren't smart either.

They were sweet.

Then there were the Soldiers, who were a lot bigger than the Workers at about one hundred pounds, though one of them got to two hundred before stopping. It took them two weeks to gain that weight, and that was only possible because the workers were feeding them some type of special honey. They were a little wobbly, and their mom said it would have been another two weeks for them to be fully up and ready.

But Panacea managed to fix it with her powers so they would heal more evenly from their fast growth. Then she helped out the Queen so she could grow even faster without hurting herself…

I flinched when a tendril brushed at my hair, and I smiled at the biggest of our space bug friends who wasn't the queen. He was one of two brood warriors, he was like the soldiers but bigger and stronger and he had special powers. He was actually bigger than normal, about as tall as Basilia but a lot longer and heavier.

I think they said he was more than four hundred pounds?

He spoke in his song, a tremor of youth to his voice. "Your song is sad…do you wish to listen to a happy tune?" He bent his body, his arms twitching and his little bug fingers flexing. "Oh…frustration…you…wish to do more?" I nodded and he went silent for a moment, and I could see him glow blue before giving a human nod.

"What?" I asked, and the big bug hissed happily.

"Our hive is allied with the hive of the Vyasha. We…I will help you…use your Gift and see if help is needed." I blinked.

"Is…" I felt a moment of intuition. "What are the chances of a cape being attacked in the next hour?" I flinched at the flickering images of twisting timelines.

85%

"There is danger?" I nodded, and he chirped in a low tone. I moved on to a follow up question, this time being much more specific.

"What are the chances of me being hurt or taken if I personally rescue this cape with a Rachni by my side?" I grit my teeth as the intensity and clarity of the Paths grew stronger and harder to ignore.

.0007689%

"Do you know where that person might be?" The warrior nodded, and a few of the workers showed up with their chirpy personalities.

"Toast-friend! Toast-friend! HALPING!" They squirmed eagerly, and a dozen more popped up carrying what looked like really weird Tinkertech. The funny thing was that I don't think it was Tinkertech. Just super advanced technology…which isn't that different I guess.

It was like a whirlwind of tendrils and pedipalps as workers and soldiers worked together to assemble their equipment. They put armor on the warrior, made out of some type of special crystal that was a dull black. There were glowing white lines throughout the thick plating, and it sealed tightly around him as they assembled the armor.

"CHECK! CHECK PLEAASE!" I giggled as the workers pushed the biggest Rachni who wasn't a queen. He turned on the armor, and with a ripple of the smooth plating he vanished from sight.

He could turn invisible.

He flashed back into existence, holding two weapons in his hands, two diamond blades that flashed with biotic light. He pointed to his back, and I grinned. I jumped up easily, and was glad they had given me Gate permissions.

"Gate to Downtown." The dark armor flickered and the field of invisibility spread to me. Luckily I was smart enough to stay in costume just in case…my cloak was armored and could take a few bullets, and it had a kinetic barrier and a hardlight barrier for even bigger, faster bullets. And plasma…and lasers, and grenades.

I lifted up the hood of my costume to better obscure my face, and I flicked on the little computer that Basilia had given me. I borrowed a couple of drone cameras, and found my target about a hundred meters northeast to the portal. It was a fashion store, and I could see a lady defending it with giant adorable plushies.

My giant bug friend leapt through the portal, and I could feel the wind rustle my hair as we hit a rooftop. His powerful Biotics softened our landing, and he started hopping from rooftop to rooftop with little effort.

"The song of the weaver of fabric is distressed…harassed by the puppets of the Deep Ones." I lost my smile, and I ducked as he took us closer to the store where a bunch of Empire thugs were surrounding the store, getting attacked by the cute little plushies.

My fists clenched. "What are the chances that the cape will be badly hurt if we intervene?"

25.67878%

If we don't?

89.78648%

"We are going to help then?" The warrior chittered seriously, rearing back as if readying for a jump as we watched the fight.

"Yes…we are." I was determined to be more useful, I wanted to help.

"We will sing to disrupt the madness of the broken ones. You will find the Path." He jumped again, fluttering in the air as gravity lost its hold on for about a minute.

Path…I could see a trillion possible Paths…but I couldn't hold on to them for more than a second. There were too many possibilities, too many streams of time to follow, the decisions of billions of people across countless worlds. I couldn't just see everything at once to find what was better…

But I wanted to…I wanted to see…no to make the optimal Path, to find the chance for a better outcome.

"You should have a name." I couldn't help but talk as we stood on the top of the building overlooking the fight. The warrior blinked and nodded excitedly. "I can't keep calling you a big bug or warrior in my head."

"I do not mind friend." I shrugged.

"Anansi sounds like a good name don't you think?" I giggled when I saw how flustered he was, he knew who Anansi was. My mom told me a lot about his stories, and he was very famous in west African culture.

"Yes…you may call me Anansi." I got off of him, and I asked a few more questions narrowing down our strategy. Each and every time I got a flash of the possible future, I tried to focus on the possibilities…burning them into my memory.

Anansi spit acid, carefully aiming the corrosive fluid to force the Empire people apart. He skittered carefully, and I shadowed his steps as the thugs tried to organize. I got a drone to come close to me, and I grabbed on to it to scale down the building.

I whistled and got their attention, taking their eyes off where Anansi skittered down in near complete silence. I couldn't fight very well, but I didn't need to. All I had to do was fake it. The drones and Anansi together would help make the illusion seem real.

One of the thugs moved towards me, holding out a big baton that could really hurt someone. He was taller than Taylor and at least twice as wide, his head shaved and his square jaw set. Six new model drones silently provided their positioning and conditions. Taylor and Basilia had let me play with them, since they were like toy drones but bigger and tougher.

The tall Empire men smirked. "Oh…what's a little girl going to be able to do against grown men like us?" His sickly smirk made me feel disgusted, and Anansi let out a pulse of infrasound.

"There's a lot of things a little girl can do…" I quipped back somehow, despite my shaking legs and the certainty that my caretakers and my parents were going to kill me.

Anansi extended a tendril, and tripped several Empire members, all of them falling to the ground. The biggest and meanest thug tried to shoot me, but the gun was nudged slightly to the left by air vortex cannons built into the new models. The bullet whizzed by my head, and I knew that everyone on the team was going to kill me.

I was going to pretend that was in the far future.

"What?" He growled and shot and missed again. My idea was working, now I just needed to sell it.

That Cauldron group already had a scary lady working for them, a Precog that was like me…but better…but she was stuck too deep in her power, and I didn't want that for me. But having a reputation was something I agreed with her, and I was going to use my powers and my friend's help to sell the story.

"You missed." I replied dryly, and I stared down at them from behind my hood. One of the gang members tried to slide up behind me, and thrust down with a pipe in their hands. I ducked the hit, using the self defense training that Basilia was teaching me to full advantage. His hits were knocked off course by invisible blasts of weak wind, and I threw a wild punch into his gut.

He choked, and I blinked when he seemed to lose feeling in some of his body…I don't think that was supposed to happen.

"You blocked the flow of his life energy, of his chi…" I hadn't done it on purpose, it just felt right.

I rubbed my chin, trying the weird punch again and paralyzing the thug with only a few punches. That should work wonders.

"Hmm…" They all looked intimidating, and I could hear Anansi sniffing the air.

"Most of the puppets are not far gone, they make use of the poison of the Deep Ones and not their insidious creatures. But remain on guard…" He announced quietly and I nodded as he lifted his blades up.The gang gathered up, a total of fifteen men in total, with another ten fighting the cape…I think it was Parian?



I liked Parian. Her puppet shows were cool.

"Tch…" I lifted my fists, staring them down and emulating Taylor's expression.

The step back they took told me it was working.

Heh.
 
Ramification 5.8
Ramification 5.8

April 17th, 2011. 8:40AM

Sabah


"Children please…move." I shooed away the frightened children who had been visiting my shop with their parents and cursed the Empire for making what was supposed to be a safe and calming day into an utter nightmare. I cursed myself for deciding to open up on the weekend to give the people around me a nice place to congregate for a moment or two.

Now the Empire was here, and my animated dolls and mascots aren't exactly the toughest. I had already lost several to their bullets, and a few of them had torn them apart with their bare hands. It confirmed the rumors that they were using some type of Tinkertech drug to enhance their members. Their attack had also confirmed the rumors that Kaiser was no longer their leader. While the idea of the Empire being more peaceful than the ABB was laughable, they usually didn't attack clusters of people this large, and with this many innocents.

Many of the parents had been badly injured or even shot but the medi-gel packets had been doing wonders for keeping them alive. I had also used my power to dislodge a few bullets and filled the wounds to the brim with the medical miracle. But they were still hurt, and…the Empire members were breaking into my store.

One of the children was hiding behind me, staring at his parents as they remained prone on the ground, thankfully they were alive but they were badly hurt and needed to go to the hospital. He had messy reddish hair and had poor posture as all children that age did. He had to be about seven years old, the boy had a worried and frightened expression on his face, and I had no idea what I was going to do. I was running out of dolls and plushies and it wouldn't be much longer before they break the door down.

Which made the sudden sound of shattering glass far more frightening than it had any right to be. I flinched when there was a choked sound coming from the damaged exit door, and a man flew past the door as something struck at him despite there being nothing but air.

The door opened not to an unruly white supremacist but to a short teen only about thirteen or fourteen years old. She wore a billowing cloak, the top of her face obscured in the shadow made by her hood. She pulled it off, revealing a domino mask and a stylish black and red bowler hat with a feather sticking out of its right side. Her steps were confident for a child nearly a decade younger than me.

She muttered under her breath, and with a mysterious smile summoned multiple needles that I could just about pick up with my power.

"Inject the parents with it, it will repair the damage." I bit my lip, and the father of the shy boy…of Aiden nodded. I sighed and a paper was passed into my hands, labeling the instructions I needed to follow, apparently they had been made for eventual approval from the FDA…which didn't remotely make me feel better about the prospects of an unknown tinker medical product.

I sighed and after multiple asks for permission, the parents were injected…briefly letting out tiny yells of pain or discomfort.

"It's going to take several hours to fully heal their wounds, but they will be able to move sooner than that. I've taken out at least ten of them, that leaves only about ten of them left at this point." I didn't respond once the statement registered

I've…I had only brought down seven of them, I was being outskilled by a child.

I glanced over to the huddling families who had come to enjoy my shows, and I let out an angry huff. I didn't like fighting, I didn't even like conflict to begin with but I was being dragged in by a bunch of racists. People who had gone completely mad…

They were going to burn down my shop with every innocent person inside of it.

No…I refused.

Layers of some type of leather were dropped at my feet along with threads made out of hair…the little girl pointed to the large amount of material with a hurry up motion.

I…nodded and got to work making a new vessel for my power, sewing up the leather as quickly as possible as the sounds of fighting grew closer. The strange cape frowned, and I took a peek at the fighting. All ten Empire members had gathered together, and in the span of five seconds two of them had been brought down by an unseen force. Maybe the girl had some type of invisible minion or telekinetic power?

For brief instances, whenever an Empire grunt fell, there was a flicker of something knocking them over.

I couldn't tell what it was, but it didn't matter…because there was something else to worry about. "I thought we took him out…" She muttered barely above the limit of my own hearing. There was a shift in the air, a color of red and orange being sung and screamed. The others took multiple steps back from one of the men that had risen up from the numerous prone but still living bodies. He was a tall and overweight man, and he looked…unwell.

He pulled up his sleeves, and my nose scrunched up at the disgusting black pulsating markings on his arms. The girl had turned pale.

"What's wrong?" She stared at me with fear, and the song in the background picked up in pitch, louder and louder, and more and more soothing.

"Run." She said only one word before the entire world seemed to pulse and twist for less than a blink of the eye. The man screamed and started to expand and bend in unnatural shapes. He thinned out, and plates began to sprout from his bulging skin. He grew over a foot in height, maybe about seven to seven and a half feet tall. His skin tinted grey, and his knees bent into a shape more resembling a giant bird than a man. His face became like a mix of a bird and a cat, and then a hump managed to form from his back.

It was…an abomination of unholy science, and it extended its serpentine neck from a long body covered in both leathery scaly skin and dark metallic plating. It's strange body parts obviously weren't compatible, with bits of pulsating corrupted human flesh keeping the two pieces from falling apart.

Dear god…

The others who had been attacking us didn't stick around, instead scrambling to flee from the monster hiding beneath human skin. All the while I weaved my creation faster and faster as the creature started to become aware of its surroundings.

The creature unfurled further, growing to eight feet tall, and I didn't understand how it packed away half a ton of mass like that. It's sharp teeth from its bird-cat face clicked together, empty eyes blazing with an azure light.

"Archaic, insufficient, ineffective, unacceptable." The creature spoke as it examined it's own monstrous body. "Ugly. Disgusting. Unappealing. Average. DEFECTIVE!" The air shook, and the song was drifting around us in a whirlwind.

"Run…now. Go…please." There was outright terror in her voice and I shook my head. This was…this was madness.

The creature twitched, and its snake-like neck turned casually towards the girl. It's pointed teeth cracked in a horrifying smile. "Fear…yes…suffering…yes…these parameters are a-a-acceptable. Man will fall before the might of the dark go—" the invisible presence sent out a blast of energy, blowing off a limb in a single attack.

"The Deep Ones are dead. You are only the echo of a bygone age." The creature smirked at the voice that came from everywhere, echoing in my ear.

"But you are no different child of the Rachni. Here, there is only food and nothing more, that is all that can be. What other meaning can there be?" For a moment it's voice sounded lost and small. It's attention turned elsewhere, eyes gleaming past me. Dread passed through me.

"Move!"

"The children will die first." It moved faster than a car, and I reacted more quickly than at any other point of my life.

I filled my creation with my power, and it inflated in a nanosecond taking shape and form in a near instant of frozen time. My plush blurred, easily holding back the monster attacking us. It wasn't the most…elegant design, being a half baked teddy bear made out of oddly…feathery leather. It couldn't damage the creature but it could hold it off.

"Do you have anything else to control? That's a good way to evacuate them." I blinked and I frowned…I could have done that.

"Yes…" I focused, taking control of my remaining mascots. They moved quickly, taking care to not be overly hostile to the half dozen parents, their children following them fearfully.

BWOOM!

The monster flared in an eerie black light, and I flinched when my newest knitted creation was damaged, a scorch mark covering its arms. It weaved between the attacks I tried to launch, and with little fanfare it sliced the teddy bear apart with its black claws. The invisible force returned, and I got glimpses of diamond blades whenever the air flickered.

I evacuated everyone as quickly as possible, but it was obvious the creature wouldn't allow for that to happen. It lashed out at the invisible helper, and I could hear a shriek as something large was thrown back at least a meter or more.

The bird beast lunged, and my eyes widened as its sharp claws reached out for the boy who hadn't hidden with his parents in the chaos. I moved, infusing my own costume with my power.

PAIN!

I fell to the ground, searing agony spreading through my body as my costume was damaged and a cut was spread across my stomach. I couldn't move…and I could see that the little girl was muttering under her breath, a rapid fire series of questions following. The monster was forced back by more unseen forces, it's flesh sizzling where acid struck and burned. In other areas, explosions cracked its armor and more acid was flung by the invisible guardian.

The boy…Aiden was trembling, and I couldn't move with the amount of pain I was in. The creature…reached for him once more, and I felt useless as none of my powers could do a thing to this abomination. Aiden's eyes blinked repeatedly, and reality went sideways.



Before long I was somewhere else, a witness to someone else's enlightenment. I saw the echo of two vast creatures swimming in the empty expanse of space. The vision was altered, and instead I spiraled past multiple worlds, each so similar to mine yet different all the same.

One was a world scoured clean, mountains crushed flat, valleys whisked away, and seas sinking into the mantle. There a single entity existed, a perpetual swarm that existed in multiple places at once, folding and unfolding and orienting themselves to an unknown beat.

Administrator

The next was familiar to me, a verdant planet that left me standing in a plane of fabric extending for countless miles. Cotton, wool, synthetic fibers, linen, cashmere and silk, and wool…and at its heart sat leather and something far more grotesque, hidden away in the core.

Tantra

The third was the smallest, a twisting space that routinely anchored to matter, connecting two points for brief snaps of altered spacetime.

Switch.

They whispered together, and I felt my ears ring as communications were sent out with the force of atomic bombs. The living twisting tesseracts speaking in a wordless language. They communed, back and forth and back and forth before coming to a decision.

Bud.

Three dewdrops of liquid red-black crystal fell from the sky, combining together into a single cohesive whole. The drops of crystal fell on Aiden, and the monster vanished, replaced by a flock of very startled pigeons.

What just happened?

Aiden had fallen, his eyes flashing for a moment and I managed to catch him with a few dolls. The girl glanced upwards, and my mouth opened as I saw a black dot approach us at immense speed. Something slammed on the ground with the force of a meteor. My jaw dropped when I realized it was the creature, but it's body has broken on impact, and once the human bits were damaged the rest fell apart into a caustic goo.

"You're hurt…" The girl who had intervened looked guilty, and I hissed as she poked the injury that had cut through much of my costume in a single swipe. If I hadn't reacted in time…I wouldn't be in one piece. She placed more of the healing gel on me, adding an injection of the strange fluid after a moment of thought. I relaxed as the pain began to fade…

"I'm going to be fine…it could have been much worse." The young cape glanced over at Aiden, and she placed her hood back on.

"Yes." She fussed with her hands and I decided to break the ice.

"Do you have a cape name?" I asked her and she looked startled at the comment.

"Delphi." Wasn't that some type of seer?

"And your friend?" She startled again but didn't try to deny it.

"Anansi." There was a distortion in the air, the other…strangely shaped cape adding a wave, and a note of friendly green to the air.

Green?

A door in space opened, and an incredibly livid armored cape that I knew very well stepped out of the crack in reality.

"Delphi. Hello there…? Having fun?" Erudition was twitchy, and I felt a little sorry for Charlotte for having to deal with this cape. I hadn't thought much of Charlotte, since she mostly just spent time working part time at my shop, and the revelation with her hasty ask for a temporary costume had been…odd.

I had hoped Erudition would be a good boss but…one of the thugs tried to get up and the tinker shot him, knocking him out again with a single flick of the wrist.

Then again Delphi was still young and inexperienced…and it was likely the tinker was just worried about her safety. The tinker glanced at the dissolving gelatinous mass and froze. She shook her head, letting loose a deep and frustrated sigh.

"I'm sorry." Delphi apologized and the tinker looked angry again, fire flaring from her hands. I sagged once it sunk in that we were safe, and a few of the frightened children moved excitedly. One of them briefly smoked, tiny candle sized flames flying from their hands.

Did I just see that or did I hit my head harder than I thought?

The tinker turned to me and in a single blink she was now in front of me. I was lifted back up to my feet, and she pulled out water from a flask on her armor.

"You were hurt weren't you?" I nodded shyly, the sudden encroachment on my personal space being disorienting. "Do you have any problem with me healing you…?" I shook my head and she tilted her head with a happy hum. The blob of water shined as she placed it on my injury, and before my eyes I saw my wounds heal in seconds, which would take minutes or hours even with liberal amounts of medi-gel.

"Oh."

She huffed with a frustrated air. "It's going to get worse before it gets better isn't it?"

Dread filled me with the statement she had obviously not meant for me to hear.
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April 17th, 2011. 10:00AM

Basilia Rubio


I closely analyzed the data I had obtained from the remains of the demonic beast, and scowled at the DNA sequences. A combination of Krogan and Turian held together by human flesh infused with artificially created dark spirits. It was a cobbled together mess that was more indicative of what we were dealing with.

The symbiotes were clearly harvested from human beings, and then used to contain malicious spirits of death and decay. This was a more technological use of the gifts of the spirits, not unlike how I had my patron spirits work together with Limited Artificial Intelligences but there was a more sadistic tilt to every angle, to every design that made me violently sick to my sensitive human stomach.

Most of the Empire members that had attacked Parian's shop had some type of biologically engineered boosting drug that would make them four to five times stronger at the expense of muscular and skeletal damage. The fluid didn't have cognito-hazardous properties like the symbiotes but it was incredibly addictive, like PCP had a four way with steroids, bath salts and cocaine.

Fortunately it seems Piggot had tired of having constant face to face meetings and had set up liaisons so we could give the PRT the data and evidence they needed and all. I had been lucky that there hadn't been much emphasis on Delphi's presence or on her new Rachni friend. While the Youth Guard didn't seem to be looking at us too closely, we had a total of five capes, six if we included Anansi. Eventually the number would continue expanding if trends held, and hopefully we would get more guys this time to balance things out.

"So…Erudition, the DWA has picked up a stray, he's young but he's a pretty good security guard. He's about 19, you think you have room for another guard?" I blinked as Danny walked up to me, tilting himself in my direction as I typed both physically and mentally. I noted that his hairline had stopped receding, and that he didn't slouch as much.

"I might have some room…did he give a resume at least? I trust you but I need more than word of mouth." He nodded, and passed the paperwork himself. Apparently it had been sent and then lost after the mailbox had been broken in some accident.

"Here." I gave him a thankful smile, and began to read the very top of the resume.

"Brian Laborn…" I kept my breath from hitching and read on, my stomach clenching and my teeth grinding as the serendipitous application came to my attention. I found myself rather lucky that all my computer systems were defended by multiple narrow minded artificial intelligences melded with artificially generated code spirits protecting them on both a physical and spiritual level. Even an unshackled Dragon couldn't do shit, though I had run numerous games with her to see how much she was improving.

It was a lot. I was still better though…but it's not that impressive anyhow.



"So…?" I shrugged at Danny.

"I'll think about it, besides it would probably be better to ask Monarch." Danny opened his mouth, and then closed it. There was a faraway look in his eyes…

"She's…really been growing up hasn't she?" I wasn't sure how to respond to him, this was a little out of my social depth. "You've been good for her, you've paid more attention to her…cared more for her than I have in…years."

I fidgeted, wishing I was anywhere else but here where I would have to put with the wistful regrets of a father. I didn't like getting reminded of my dad even if his issues were distinct from Danny's.

"I suppose she has…but she is almost an adult, everyone grows up sometimes." Hell it took me extra time to not be a complete bum incapable of tying his own shoe laces. Hell even now I never tie my shoes, they're all Velcro or future tech smart matter.

"You're not wrong but that doesn't detract from my gratitude at all." His smile was hard to look at, and I shyly brushed a bang away as I scanned Grue's resume. I wasn't used to people thanking me, and I had a hard time dealing with just random people I had saved incidentally on the few patrols I went on. Most of my work was using drones since it was easier and safer. Hell some of my time was being spent talking with the police on their new cheap drone fleet.

"R-Right." His smile was a little more teasing this time.

"Welp…I'll be seeing you." I nodded and he gave a single wave as he sauntered off, his heavy steps sending out powerful vibrations.

"See ya…" I waved goodbye with a lazy energy, glancing around my workshop where bits of inventions and creations sat prone.

After that battle with the creature, I had quickly put Dinah on a tighter leash for at least the time being. Her parents had been pissed, not at me surprisingly but at their daughter for putting her life in danger. That had revealed a can of worms in that Dinah had developed a deep admiration for Taylor and I…which was both very weird and dangerous. We had inspired her to want to do more, and there was very little I could say to dissuade her from her Path.

Precogs are annoyingly stubborn in that way.

I had revoked her portal privileges until she proved a little more responsible, and she was being closely watched by several stone spirits that had taken a liking to her. To keep her busy, they were acting as her sparring partners.



Perhaps a little sadistic but if she wanted to be a mini-Contessa so bad she needed the martial arts training to back it up. The main factor was also that I found her discovery of chi-blocking interesting in and of itself. If she could learn how to use it more effectively she would be a monster against average people. Add some special equipment to pierce through defenses and you've got a freak of nature combat Precog on your hands.

A door opened and Glory Girl stepped through in her costume, looking a little frazzled but not unhappy. Her shield was folding back on itself, no longer being as fractal as it had been during the fight with Jotunn. I could feel her aura project itself outward for a good fifty meters, but there wasn't a shift in my emotional state.

Was she…?

"Heeey Basilia!" I groaned when she dropped by my side in a short burst of rapid movement. Her shield expanded, golden fire coating her body for a moment before she turned down her energy field. She patted my back hard but didn't try to get huggy. Which she had my thanks for, because I only really liked hugging Taylor.



That's not what I meant.

"Hello Victoria." I replied to her greeting, my hands moving on to tinkering with some small scale Spacetime manipulation. It used substantial amounts of math derived from Entity reality warping, and would open doors to the various forms of phase alterations that they were capable of. Entities were powerful but in some ways rather stupid.

Every single one of their powers derived from their ability to warp reality to their content, and the math behind it could lead to breakthrough with the fundamental force that allows Eezo to exist. It was a work of potentially years, even decades since I would likely need to scour data from hundreds of shards or even thousands to advance what I needed…

But…I might be underestimating myself.

"So whatcha got there?" She sounded genuinely curious and I decided to oblige her out of courtesy if nothing else.

"It's an attempt to replicate Flechette's power…" I held the aberrant energy field within a bubble of reduced mass for my own protection. Sting was a fascinating attack, it worked through three methods combined closely together. Sting unfolded itself through all spatial dimensions. The 3+1 dimensions of our Brane, and the higher dimensional hyperspace known as the Bulk. Then Sting would proceed to pierce into other Branes through the creation of a hybrid of a warp drive and a wormhole generator. The third method was of course a brute force phase shift of the physical laws of reality through intensive changes to vacuum energy levels.

Vicky smiled. "How's that going?" I groaned, and turned off the field's energy supply.

"Turns out trying to copy one of the most potent attacks in all of creation is a difficult process…who knew?" I shrugged sarcastically and she snorted. "It's actually much easier to stick with what I know, but I don't think a city will be grateful to me for blowing up their infrastructure."

"How?" She sounded afraid and I knew my reputation preceded me in that moment of time.

"Have you ever heard of neutronium?" Vicky twitched, and I smirked at her expression. Having someone to mess with could be fun on occasion.

"Wait…like degenerate matter? Isn't that stuff almost impossible to make on Earth?"

I raised an eyebrow. "Oh you know a lot about neutronium?"

She flushed. "Err…not really? I just really like astronomy…" She tapped her fingers one at a time, and I chuckled internally. We hadn't had much opportunity to talk as friends, and I felt a little bad for that. Vicky was a nice girl.

"That's good news then," I rolled my shoulders activating a holographic projection of the containment unit's design. "Because there's a very special weapon that makes use of the substance." She turned a little pale. "This is a Degenerate Matter torpedo." The image was shown more clearly. The long and aerodynamic tube was a powerful missile system, using metastable metallic hydrogen as a propellant for its rocket motor.

"Uhh…" She looked surprised but also interested in the weapon. "So what does it do?" I turned on my heels, arching my back with a bounce to my light steps.

"I'm glad you asked," I hit the solid light hologram for emphasis. "This weapon has a roughly two inch long slug of neutronium kept stable and contained by incredibly powerful mass effect fields. Once a target is struck the field is turned off, resulting in the fleck expanding in a detonation of immense kinetic force, high energy plasma and gravitic distortions. This is a weapon built to take down kilometer long warships in a single shot."

"Please don't tell me…" I gave her an expression of indignation at the mere thought.

"God no, this is a city killing weapon…and without the ability to actually damage an Endbringer in a permanent way. You need literal physics breaking weapons to pierce through the defenses of a multidimensional entity." While Eezo, or more accurately Quintessence was literally the defiance of natural law that still required the knowledge and knowledge to warp reality in the manner required.

Warping spacetime was easy enough since that was a rather basic skill of the Entities, in fact in many ways it was their most important and most basal power. They literally couldn't function without it, which was why my artificially grown shards were so simplified. Without their exotic matter molecules and spacetime manipulation, they were limited to being rather weird programmable matter.

The shuttle only worked because I let the shard-machine retain its billions of lines of code needed to twist spacetime, and gave it a nice energy tap from the drive core. We literally lifted off center from our 3D Brane, and into higher dimensional hyperspace.

As you can imagine it's rather complicated…

"Sometimes you can be really terrifying in how casual you are with building things capable of wiping us off the face of the Earth." Vicky deadpanned and I let out a giggle.

I brushed back a lock of hair, switching from my attempt to replicate Sting to a more subtle approach that would involve some of Athena's future departments. It was a ring shaped device, which would generate an immense electromagnetic field that would be powerful enough to distort space without the use of Eezo or shard magic to cheat.

I mean it would be complete garbage but it would be functional for experiments and studies into spacetime metric engineering. Which was…

I removed myself from 'tinker' mode and glanced over to Vicky. "So what brings you by? Did you want to hang out?" The busty blonde blinked and she looked a little nervous now.

To my surprise Fragile One emerged into reality, and my eyebrows shot up at how much more solid she was in comparison to the other avatars. For the shard-spirits, their physical manifestations were basically empty shells, like a sliver of a finger placed into this Brane. I could just about sense that a layer of Victoria's barrier had peeled off, only a thin sliver but still thick enough to be visible.

She brushed her blonde hair back, twirling a strand nervously for a moment. "I wanted to get your opinion on a new costume. I've been thinking of changing things up you know…?"

I leaned forward. "Oh? So you want to know what to wear now? I thought you were the one with reasonable fashion sense?" I joked lightly, flicking on a flame in my hand and playing with it.

Victoria seemed to shrink in on herself, taking a seat, and taking off her tiara. She rubbed her eyes, and I gave her my full attention. Even I could see that she was a little down…Fragile One cooed, gently brushing her Host's hair in a soothing fashion.

"Are you alright?" I asked, clasping my hands together. Vicky nodded, and she looked not so much depressed as…introspective.

She sighed. "I'm fine…I've just had a lot on my mind these past few weeks. It's made me think a lot about the kind of person I am…about the kind of person I want to be." She gripped her tiara, her shield shifting and roiling in tandem with her emotions.

"I…get it." God believe me I really did understand. I wasn't that much older than her, and I was still generally trying to figure out the kind of person I wanted to become.

"That's sort of what I thought." I smiled politely and she hesitantly smiled back. "I've always had a lot of confidence in myself…I'm Glory Girl, I was strong, no I was invincible." She puffed up her chest, flexing her arms that were gaining more definition with time. "I was a hero, so what if I beat up a little too much on some criminals? So what if it was hard to control my aura…?" She looked angry, but I wasn't sure if it was directed toward a specific person or not.

"I can see where you're going with this and I am hoping you are planning to be constructive with this." She looked confused at my statement.

"Err…yeah?" Vicky shook her head and continued. "I wanted to be a hero so badly, to have powers like the rest of my family. When I got them though…the glamor wore off a bit but…I had to keep going, I didn't have to be powerless Vicky, I could be Glory Girl. But I think…I started to lose sight of a few things along the way. I didn't even know what my sister was going through…what I had done to her."

I decided to interrupt here, lifting my hand. "C'mon now this isn't at all because of your aura…it's a number of factors that add up to a shitty situation all around. You are…were the only thing she really had in life to look forward to, your mom is…your mom. Your dad is depressed and has only started getting better because of a medication made possible by Athena and she simply hasn't gotten the socialization required to healthily deal with her issues." I only hoped that what I was doing was helping instead of worsening things.

"Do you think…she's getting over me?" She sounded so uncertain, so confused and tired and it…actually cut a little deep with how familiar that was to me.

"I would have to ask her, but my hope is that she learns to move on…because the two of you are still sisters…still family. Even if it's a little messed up as of now." Her expression was so stormy, shifting between half a dozen emotions and her muscles tightening for a split second.

"I…don't think I want…to be…Glory Girl anymore." I stood up entirely at that, the change coming out of nowhere for me.

"Oh? So you want a costume change and a name change?" She gave a thumbs up, and I frowned as I thought of a few names. Antares would function but the connotations of its origins felt like tempting fate.

"So you have a few ideas?" Vicky looked excited and I shrugged.

"Costumes yes…names I'm more iffy about. But I'm willing to offer you help, we are friends I think." She chuckled.

"Of course we are…just like you and Taylor are…" She tapped her two fists together in a rather lewd motion and my face felt like it was on fire.

"WE ARE NOT!" I lunged at her and she dodged with a cackle. She flew and I chased after her. "Come back here you punk!"

"Remember my costume…" I growled and decided to put off my help for a few minutes of suffering for Victoria.

It…took a long while for me to calm down.
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April 17th, 2011. 9:30PM

Basilia Rubio


I sat on the couch of my living room, swaddled up in warm blankets as I started a sensor sweep of the city. Deep scans using all manner of spectra and more passive sensing systems gave a fairly accurate map of the city to the quality required for my needs. I had pinpointed numerous Empire locations, though based on what my drones saw many of them were abandoned as the gang splintered along the lines of being mind controlled or drugged or not being mind controlled or drugged.

The ABB was staying in their territory and for once wasn't being aggressive in any way. That didn't make me feel remotely better, and I was having a hard time being optimistic in the simplicity of this uneasy peace. Whatever Lung had seen or heard it had prompted him to be far more level headed than the norm.

Something had unnerved him, and it likely involved whatever this dead echo of the Deep Ones was supposed to be. The mere mention of that name pissed me off, because seriously…

Are we Lovecraft now? Is that what's happening?

"Maybe you should be taking a break?" I didn't jump when a sleepy Amy spoke up from the stairs, slithering down on the stairs with a dopey expression. She yawned for a few moments. "Or else I might have to call Taylor to set you straight…or maybe you'll be good with some eye candy." She smirked and I ignored the heat in my cheeks as I analyzed the data.

"I'm…scanning for locations, we need this data if we're going to bring down the Empire. They can't be allowed to continue to exist if they've been…infested by whatever monster has targeted the city. I…don't enjoy pushing myself but I would be sleeping a lot more soundly if we only had an angry dragon to deal with instead of an S-class threat comparable to Nilbog."

Her eyes had narrowed to slits. "I'm calling her…" I tried to protest and she cut me off. "You and I both know you're not putting up more than a token protest, Taylor will be pouting and you'll be putty in her hand."

"I hate you." Her smile was sardonic and her eyes shined brightly.

"No you don't, you love me and don't want to admit it." She expressed a smug aura, and I very much wanted to deny her. But…I couldn't, she had been a lot more bearable recently and was mulling over getting a therapist. There was still a lingering fear here and there but…I thought of her as a friend at this point.

"Fine…call her but I'm not going to bed yet. I still have work and I'm going to deal with this problem. It's just not going to be alone…which is probably a good thing." She rolled her eyes, fumbling with a bracelet before putting it on and activating her omni-tool. There was an immediate ring and I could hear Amy murmuring into the optotronic device.

Within about thirty seconds Taylor had emerged, the portal sluggishly opening as space was folded. She looked pretty peppy, and gave me a rather disappointed look.

I glared back at her, and with a sigh she joined me at the couch. Amy wordlessly left, her giggles fading as she went back up to the second floor.

We were alone.

Taylor pointed to her throat, gesturing with her hands. I nodded, and she smiled with that twinkle in her eyes that I couldn't help but…Ahem. I tilted my arm in her direction so she could see what I was looking at. Without a sound she added the enhanced fractions of her swarm to my net.

We interacted in pure silence, the quiet feeling comfortable. I didn't need to talk and neither did Taylor for the time being. It was…nice.

The only trouble was the unease that wouldn't go away, that sense of trouble that left my dreams dark and full of whispers of what lurked in the shadows.
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AN: So this marks the end of Arc five barring the Interludes, which will be the transition chapters into the next Arc which is a little under halfway done.

I'll use this note to talk about my plans a bit. This tone shift has at least since a few Arcs back been planned. This has mainly come about from how often I read SI stories into Worm. In many cases there's a ROB type entity who pops up once before falling out of the story, or there's no explanation to begin with. They simply show up with instant game breaking powers.

I wanted to utilize that far more, weave it into the story I want to tell. Where do the powers come from, why do they exist? What are the consequences? And are they the only things to rain down on an unsuspecting Bet?

I have no reason to go with Canon with perhaps the exception of events that would happen no matter what. Though I can't think of many such situations off the top of my head at the moment.

Just to make sure though, this probably won't reach quite the same heights of despair that can be found in Worm. That's about as much as I can guarantee.

So I hope you enjoy the ride.
 
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Ramification Interlude 5.a

April 17th, 2011. 11:55PM


Thomas Calvert


It's been a complete and utter nightmare trying to get out of the spotlight since my prompt escape from Brockton Bay. I had only lasted in my first safe house for a couple of days, and my second safe house had been found this morning. I was down to fleeing on foot, and was very quickly running out of room to maneuver since I had been labeled a terroristic threat.

From what few informants remained in the PRT, Jotunn had proven to be the puppet of something far more insidious and my indirect involvement with him had proven to be the equivalent of a nuclear hand grenade strapped to my back. Even my power was proving increasingly unreliable, fading where it shouldn't, activating in inopportune times.

Even now despite being hundreds of miles from any major PRT hotspot, very much out in the boonies…I still felt like I was being watched…



It didn't matter. I could still survive, I still had my power and the ability to split timelines. I simply needed to keep moving, to try again…and once I had recovered I would take the vengeance I required. This day was a good one so it meant I had time to plan, I already had a 'safe' timeline in place, and would put what little power I had left to continue.

I started.

I took a left turn, carefully examining my surroundings and making use of my skills as a PRT agent. I may have been retired but it didn't mean I had lost what had helped me survive all these years. The forest was large and oppressive but my keen eyes made out the numerous paths and trails created by the trampling footsteps of animals.

It was incredibly dark, but I could make out the eye glow of numerous deer and a few other smaller animals. I kept to the trail, using a compass and a flashlight to navigate. I patted at my weapon, a Beretta M9 with 15 rounds and a Tinkertech attachment that fired an energy beam that could pierce through six inches of steel. It would be very useful in case I was found…but so far it was quiet.



Too quiet.

I stopped then, glancing around and finding that all the animals had vanished from sight, a fog rolling in. I quickly pulled out my weapon, swiftly checking it over to make sure that nothing was out of order. This…fog…it felt unnatural. My skin began to crawl, there was a sensation to the air that I found…displeasing.

I heard a whisper.

I whirled, turning my weapon to whatever was making the strange sound, the distant high pitch making it harder to think. The fog had grown, and the trees did not leave even shadows.

What?

There was no warning, in a single instance there was a horrid pain in my stomach, in less than an instant later, a dark mass swept over me and I was swallowed wh—

I startled, falling back and leaning against the tree…and I split the timeline again

I took the right turn.

The forest here was far brighter, and while that internally relaxed me I kept on guard for my own safety. Doing otherwise would likely result in my death to whatever that creature had been. Perhaps it had merely been an angry mother bear, or an aggressive buck. If so then it meant that going the other direction would save me from such a humiliating death.

I smiled as I moved further and further, surpassing the distance I had crossed from taking a left turn. I could hear the burble of a stream, several rabbits lapping at its surface, the pests fleeing at my presence. There was light, and that allowed me to better see the white path that would lead me to a small town that was going to be one of my first resting stops.

I passed by a stark white tree…and stopped as my mind registered the sun-like brightness illuminating the way. The forest was supposed to be dark, and this light was not natural, just as the fog had been a herald of my doom. I lifted my gun, placing my finger on the trigger. There was something terribly wrong here and I would not let complacency be my destruction.

I glanced carefully, turning in a circle so I could get an accurate angle and picture of my surroundings. There was nothing of note except that the animals had vanished from sight again, but instead of a rolling fog there were sparkles of light that reflected back in nauseating detail. I turned and found a void in the light, all of it lensing around a space that made me sick to my stomach.

I stepped back and with little hesitation fired, and when bullets didn't do damage I switched to the beam. I smirked as it shot across the landscape, the empty space flaring and screaming.

My next death was equally quick, my mind's eye catching the shape of a sun before I was burned away to nothi—

I snapped back to my resting place, and despite my trepidation I split the timeline again.

I doubled back, deciding that returning back to the town would be a safer prospect than whatever lingered in this forest. This time I ran instead of casually walked, preferring to make as much distance between this place and myself as fast as possible. Whatever had found me here was dangerous and I could not trust that staying here would be safe in the long run.

I felt a shiver as I heard a distant hiss, the air shuddering with the breathing of something impossibly vast and impossibly angry. I didn't slow my running for a moment, and the hissing grew louder and more intense as the forest began to clear. Trees rumbled and snapped under the weight of whatever had taken up the chase, and I knew that even if I hit the town it would likely follow.

The solution was simple then, place the inhabitants between it and myself and flee to a larger and more well defended town. Any creature powerful enough to tumble forests would be considered a considerable threat to be put down by the PRT and the Protectorate. By then I would be in the wind and free to start up my criminal empire, and I would likely need to take up a new identity…that would take some time and some money.

I was tripped before I could continue that train of thought, my heart stopping at the fleshy nature of the vine as I rolled on the ground. In the process my gun was lost, and I felt dazed as I hit my head multiple times on the way down. I groaned, the pain and the ache of my muscles beginning to catch up with me.

I fell to my knees, and I quivered at the shattering of wood and the crumbling of dirt that follows in the wake of the monster chasing me down like prey. I stood back up, my expression twisting into a scowl.

I would not be humiliated, no…not like this.

Turning to face the thing chasing me proved to be a horrible mistake on my part.

I was met with a ravenous wall of flesh, flowing like a flood of water instead of the rotten mass of impossible meat that it was. My mouth dried at the sight.

Mouths within mouths, consuming each other in a feeding frenzy.

Wings and claws, teeth and horns formed in incomprehensibly terrifying angles.

Madness and insanity, rage and hunger manifested in a wall of horror and death.

I didn't…couldn't move, and I screamed as the wall fell upon me like a ravenous beast. I couldn't move, couldn't feel…couldn't think as I swallowed up, and I clawed my way out like a madman. Before the timeline collapsed I felt the sting of digestive acid burning.

My resting place was being disturbed…and when I tried to split my timeline again I was responded to with a piercing headache, like a drill was carving away at my brain matter. I couldn't move as pain wracked my body, all the pain from my timelines coming together to cripple me. Whispers were drifting in the wind and even in my agony I tried to analyze the situation.

The whispering, the strange sensation of unreality on my skin. I had been more than fortunate enough to obtain the files on the eponymous 'Spirits' and the exact protocols that should be followed. The average spirit was nothing more than a bug, weak enough for even mundanes to take care of them.

But spirits that had gathered together into greater forms were much more powerful and far more dangerous. Which meant I was dealing with something that needed much greater firepower than I had…

But it didn't explain how reality shifted so intensely, the stronger spirits could drag a human into their world, but I knew that this place was still in the physical word. There was…a feeling that told me as much, and the unreality came from what had to be elsewhere.

But if I was being preyed on by a Keter class spirit, or a Host…that would make this make more sense. But that wouldn't help me escape.



I heard footsteps, and a sense of dawning horror and terror spread throughout my body. I tried to pull on my power, tried to make my mind escape into a timeline and saw only death.

I split the timelines and saw increasingly horrific things, tortures and pains that made me freeze solid, and within seconds I felt something snap.

Goodbye…

All timelines fell away, and my grasp on my power vanished as I was drenched in sweat.

The footsteps grew unnaturally louder, and the fog rolled in for what was likely the last time. Instead of the wall of ravenous flesh that I expected, a single figure was approaching me…and my bleary eyes widened in disbelief.

She was a young woman with straight brown hair, perfectly normal, attractive even for those her age.

Yet her visage invoked primal terror deep in my soul.

She looked at me with closed eyes, her frozen smile provoking shivers up and down my spine. She pressed her hands together in a prayer, and the forest went deathly silent.

"You have angered the Spirits Thomas Calvert." My blood ran cold. "Your actions brought power to an entity that is anathema to them, anathema to all humanity." The fear returned tenfold, and all around me I saw the forest reshape into a true nightmare, fractal shards of madness, trees of flesh, trees of bones and eyes, water that was not water, and a miasma of rage that coated this place.

"I…I…" I could barely express anything at all under the veil of dread in my soul. "Who are you? What are you?" But I could manage those words even under that veil.

"What am I?" The predatory cock of her head made me break out in a sweat. She leaned back, eyes flashing. "An odd question…But I am many things you poor old fool." I glared despite my fear and she snorted, as if amused. "A young girl who struggled with anorexia, a natural tactician, a friend, a girlfriend…" They all sounded so normal.

"You…" She tilted her head again, smiling almost sweetly.

"I am also something greater, a fragment of a beast the size of a world. A beast, an Entity whose hunger knew no bounds. On that day we understood…"

"U-Understood what?" The indignity of being unable to suppress my stutter in her presence galled me to no end.

Her smile showed rows of sharp teeth, and I felt something in my own mind fizzle. "I looked into the void…and it stared back at me. I saw the true nature of reality, and was broken for it…and then reforged into something new." The whispers were rising into a crescendo. "Shattered shards. Broken glimpses of madness. I saw and understood the truth. The Victory was here, and something has changed."

She shrugged. "As for who I am, you will only get to know me as Echidna." The whispers drew closer and I felt the goosebumps rise further.

What is that?

"You could call them my children in a way, though it wouldn't be the most accurate term." The haunting cries revealed the barely human abominations that hid in the shadows. "My friends don't want me hurting you…even if I know what you would do…how you would use me for your own ends. But I am a Shaman…and the spirits want your head. So who am I to deny them?" She smiled and I quail, my mind straining at the seams.

This was madness.

She vanished and the forest came alive with an infinite number of creatures that had no name, that had no faces, that had no logic to their biology. I felt heat in my chest, felt my heart beat unevenly as the denizens of this place flooded in a wall of unholy flesh, water, stone, metal and air.

Please…have mercy…

I raised my gun, firing in terror, in desperation for my survival, for my life. I felt my brain rattle, as something snapped the connection once and for all. I could barely breathe no, my arms were spasming as I ran out of bullets, and the Tinkertech attachment had melted.

My gun was ripped from my hand, and for once in my life I prayed to be shown mercy. Prayed for whatever gods were out there to save me, but the only ones who came to my call were the gods that called this forest home. A being of unholy liquid flesh, launched itself at me, tendrils splitting with disturbing angles and alien geometries. Eyes within eyes, lined with teeth made out of diamond and fleshy pustules. Trees bent and altered into wooden hills of spikes and poison and I screamed.

I threw a wild punch and acid burnt my fist in return, I threw a desperate kick and received a broken rib from an enraged tendril.

The rest of the spirits slammed into me, and as I was swallowed up by the flood of spiritual corpus…

I could hear her voice once more. "I have been very busy quenching the fires rising up across this planet…it seems I have one more to take care of…"

I felt only terror.
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AN: I believe I remembered mentioning the Travelers a good while back. I've been…waiting to get to this part for a while now. This wasn't even the original plan for how they'd be introduced…sucks for Coil I guess but…meh.

The second Interlude should be out in two days unless I decide to make some changes. Then there'll be a three day gap before I start posting Arc six.

So enjoy I guess?
 
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Ramification 5.b

April 18th, 2011. 5:30AM

Rebecca Costa-Brown


"So you didn't want us to interfere then?" I raised an eyebrow at an oddly sheepish Contessa as she fussed with her fedora. She had been expressing far more emotion than what seemed normal for her, and while it wasn't currently a problem I have no idea what the consequences of this change would be.

"I…meant specifically as Cauldron, and the events that would play out are…outside my Path." I stared as the implications sunk in, what in god's name did that mean? She glanced at me and spoke again. "I can see that there would be chaos and disaster…and that removing certain factors would result…" there was a haunted look in her eyes, a terror that left me feeling cold.

"Factors like that new Tinker?" Number Man stated plainly, turning towards Contessa with a blank expression.

She nodded. "Any attempts in removing her from the picture results in the likely utter destruction of the human race…that much I can see." I scowled at the idea of some newly emerged cape being the lynchpin for the survival of our species.

"How does that work exactly? Does it result from her Trump powers?" I asked, loosely gripping the table we had picked for our meeting. All of us were at the table for this day. Eidolon and the Number Man were on the right, clearly mulling over a number of topics. Contessa and the Doctor were to my left, and I could easily tell that the Doctor was visibly concerned about our Precog.

Contessa had a very faint smile. "From what I can tell, yes…she quells the Agents around her, slowly turning them onto the side of humanity. Eventually the process will be self-sustaining. If her stabilizing influence were to vanish in this critical time…"

"They would return to what they once were?" Doctor asked, her eyebrows furrowed deeply. To our collective surprise she shook her head.

"Not at all. Those already turned would continue to assist humanity…though Cauldron would certainly perish in the process. But humanity would still have a chance…"

That's…far better odds than we had ever had before, even if it resulted in our deaths. I knew going into this that we would never be heroes, not really…

"What are you leaving out?" Number Man spoke what we were all thinking.

She grimaced. "The turned Agents would remain on our side, but the other Agents would no longer have any checks on whatever is changing their original behavior. Monstrous mutations would become the norm, powers would become unstable and unpredictable, Parahumans would fuse with their Agents to become a collective threat greater than Scion."



Fuck.

"So the obvious thing to do here would be to not remove the only person keeping that from happening." Eidolon chimed in, rubbing his head with a scowl. He had been suffering from a series of headaches over the past few weeks, though we hadn't determined the cause. It couldn't be from a disease or a Parahuman effect, but we hadn't yet ruled out a neurological issue.

"Which brings up another development, she knows." The Doctor didn't have the most happy expression, visibly twitching.

I raised an eyebrow. "That was proven to be rather obvious when she created a portal network echoing our own methods. There's not much point to lingering on that problem when she hasn't attempted to out us."

"An oddly trusting statement coming from you." Number Man noted, fingers tapping on the table in a very specific pattern.

"I'm trusting that this Erudition has a sense of a time and place. She's proven to be a largely rational actor at every turn, any grievances she has with us would likely be acted upon only if Scion was defeated."

"I suppose you're right, she has had ample time to reveal Cauldron, and is in fact in a better position to do so…" Doctor Mother still didn't seem convinced.

"That is certainly purposeful, she likely expected potential backlash with her larger movements so created a perfect escape route. Portals to parallel Earths beyond even our reach." I sighed, remembering the numerous attempts to probe those gates. Doormaker couldn't replicate the specific method that Erudition made use of for her portals. So we couldn't access any worlds she has moved into…

"As well as a nearly unlimited amount of resources to build her capabilities, which would make her the most potent Tinker on the planet." Number Man added, his face kept neutral.

He wasn't wrong, her mass production capabilities were already paying Erudition dividends on one Earth, I can't imagine what would be made possible with dozens of accessible worlds. Her…corporation had already surged in income, growing fat and rich off the licensing worth billions of dollars for any corporations in America or beyond.

She had hired over forty engineers, and was planning to teach them how to tinker with her more mass-producible technology. It was…too good to be true…though more analysis would easily reveal the difficulties. Even if she can be explicit with how her technology works, it can take months or years for someone to learn something new.

But…it was a better result than anything that had come before…

"So for now we leave her be…we have more pressing matters to attend to, such as the emergence of this…bending phenomenon." The Doctor moved on, and I then glanced over at her. "There have been at least nine hundred million five hundred and fifty thousand confirmed cases though most of them are concentrated on Shin and less developed Earths. This is a multiversal event, and it seems to be accelerating with time, spreading out from numerous nexus points across every Earth we've currently discovered."

"Right…that reminds me," I spoke, deciding to inform my allies of what I was facing. I opened my palm and with a deep breath I triggered the heat burning inside me. A ball of orange-yellow flame with streaks of white surged in my palm. "I myself seem to have been compromised by this effect…I am apparently a firebender." I expected something of a reaction, but bitter laughter was not one of them from the Doctor.

She waved her arm, and a chunk of rock followed in a ballistic arc. "I've been facing the same issue, and many of our Case 53s have also been manifesting. This bending is powerful…but they won't be able to fight Scion without the backings of capes like Eidolon. It's the Spirits that are proving to be a more useful weapon, if we can only communicate with them."

I nodded. "So far we haven't found many who have manifested as Shamans, it seems to be a considerably rarer ability than elemental manipulation. We've found that strange Eezo substance far more interesting…the ability to alter physics with a simple electric current. But without full understanding of how it functions…our process has been…difficult." I palmed my face, feeling a considerable headache coming on despite having an impervious body.

Contessa flinched, her face paling considerably. I felt my flames sputter, and I knew something was terribly wrong.

"We must act quickly…the request from Brockton Bay, accept it. Bring in as many capes as required…"

Alarm spread across the room. "Why?" The Case 53 like cape had been explicit, and the dangers of a master couldn't be ignored but to worry Contessa. That was something far graver than anything else.

Her fear was plain to see. "Another failure state if we fail to act, another premature end to the Path."

My heart dropped into my stomach.
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April 18th, 2011. 7:00AM

???


Deep underground, something grew, tendrils composed only of hate and rusted metal, infused with bionetic flesh and corrupted by waves of ancient and long distorted hatred. That flesh grew around an orb of white light, the last traces of a race that had fallen to the Ascended. Even in death their will remained, even in death their hatred for life remained.

They remembered.

When the rain of black leaves came, when ships fueled by suffering came down from beyond the reaches of Dark Space. When world after world was burned, they who were the Makara refused to surrender, refused to fall to a slavery that would last all of time. So the Ascended would teach them obedience and suffering would be their teacher.

They remembered.

A thousand worlds burned, and each and every time the Ascended tried to harvest the Makara they instead ended their existence, denying the ancient god machines the power of the Bequest that lay within them. Every time that the Ascended would find their chosen, they would destroy themselves and destroy numerous of the old machines in the process.

They remembered.

So instead of a harvest, the Makara would become an example to all those who would come after them. Dark technologies and dark invocations of power best left in the past were thrust upon the Makara. Continents were cracked as the earth turned against those who fought against the Cycle, oceans swallowed up the world in storms made of mile high tsunamis, firestorms ravaged cities and hot plasma melted the crust of entire planets. Atmospheres were torn from their gravitational binds, suffocating billions.

Yet still the Makara resisted.

Stars were detonated to shatter strongholds and break the bonds that united the Makara. Invocations of dark energy flared and sterilized solar systems, entire fleets of warships decimated with extreme prejudice.

They remembered.

The Harvest lasted for nearly a thousand years, losses unseen since the very first of the Cycles, frightening even the First to be elevated to Godhood. With each decade the Makara grew and learned, each fallen god growing their knowledge in leaps and bounds. Their minds were already prepped to understand the underlying physics of creation and what they could not understand was translated through the grand spirits that had helped take them to the stars.

First they learned of their enemy's great and terrible weaponry, multiplying their firepower with magnetohydrodynamic cannons capable of shattering battleships in a single volley, and energy shields that could withstand the city destroying blows of the ancient machines. At the same time the Makara innovated, creating new technology and new machines outside the grand design of the Ascended.

Particle weapons that could slice apart asteroids, transportation through higher dimensions enabled by their understanding of the spirit realms. Living towers that could crush the Reapers with enormous biotic singularities. Weapons of biology that would destroy their thralls, rivaling the terrible power of their foot soldiers.

In the end…it all proved pointless.

For the Reapers had called upon their very greatest power, the force that had guided them in their unholy Purpose for more than two billion years. In mere moments all resistance was broken, their fleets scattered across the corners of the galaxy. In a panic the Makara either fought back or fled, and were slaughtered no matter what choice they had made. Even fleeing to another galaxy did not save them, as the domain of the Ascended reached even there. Their great spirits proved to be their very undoing as the Reapers plucked from the mind of the machines of pure energy all they needed to destroy the Makara.

With a single attack the Makara's oversoul was broken, twisted and reshaped in a wave of insanity. In the end there was no Reaper that preserved their essence, no true remnant of they who were the Makara.

But they remembered.

The suffering, the pain, the agony of a thousand years of death and destruction kept a fragment of what the Makara had once been alive. Two halves of the dead race had survived the culling, one would be reborn with a ceaseless mission of ending the Cycle, while the other…found life itself anathema.

They had suffered agony beyond comparison, had their minds shattered and violated to a level that few one would ever want to comprehend. So they would inflict an equal amount of pain on all that fell into their dark domain. They would torture and destroy all in their wake for the rest of time.

They would seek races that had compromised themselves to survive, they would watch their development, and once those vulnerable races attempted to become more than what they were?

The Deep Ones would strike them down, posing as great and terrible gods, corrupting their culture into a hollow shell of what they could have been. A divine monument for all of their sins. And they would do so for the next two hundred and fifty million years. Eventually they would be molded into weapons of the Reapers, their broken minds vulnerable to their machinations and their 'chosen' race would consume itself at the very…very end.

The dark half of the Makara had fallen.

So why was she still here…? Why did she continue to inflict pain on the residents of this world, when the target of their ire had long since faded into obscurity due to the ravages of time

So tired…

The orb flexed her tendrils, gasping painfully at the toxic purity of the air around her. Her all seeing eye saw the strange transforming man who had fallen under her thrall, making use of a potent transdimensional power that she found interesting. His mind had long gone, simply a machine of meat for her goals and ambitions. With her puppet she had acquired more puppets, more samples to study the strange transdimensional powers found in this new world.

She had found more puppets to twist and break, those who thought themselves slayers of dragons. Two had escaped but it was but a trifling issue for a burgeoning god. She still had the sole weapons that gave them power, and she would make use of them.

So tired…

Yes…she had no reason at all to continue her mission, but she remembered nothing else. All that she once was lost to the ravages of the ages and the ravages of the shattering of spacetime itself. Surviving only by the slimmest of margins, propelled by the death of a cosmos that was but dust in the transuniversal wind. Only one of many relics scattered across the great spheres of creation.

So tired…

A machine that would continue the last dark wishes of a race dead for billions of years. A Wrath that would continue her Purpose until she was destroyed or the world itself was. She was the dying gasps of the Makara, a dark god of a bygone age even as weak as she has become.

She was The Mother of Miseries.
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AN: So after this there'll be a three day gap to build up an extra chapter or two since I'm starting up 6.5, and this Arc should be nine or maybe ten main chapters long. After that there'll be two Interludes, and a long break arc that I'm currently mulling at making it seven to eight main chapters long. Events after that will be a little more spaced out, and I have a general roadmap of what's up ahead.

So enjoy.
 
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Outline
As I've been writing, I've been trying to make everything a little more coherent, though I'm sure I've missed things along the way since I'm a rather spontaneous writer, actual full on outlines are…difficult for me to write outside of some generalities for an Arc. Even so, I've decided to put out an Outline for the Arcs that have more then one word put to what will happen to them. Here they are. There'll be more added as I get further along toward the ending. I'll put it under a spoiler for now.

Edit: Made some changes to cut down on unneeded Arcs. Might add more later.

Edit 2: Decided I didn't need spoiler marks anymore, I've got the Arcs down though names may change with time as I solidify the roadmap. I'll put all the earlier one to make this a full roadmap. They are as follows:

Emergence
Permutation
Immersion
Renovation
Rejuvenation
Ramification
Exorcism
Realignment
Exciton
Recuperation
Discernment
Repercussion
Deviation
Teleologism
Prolegomenon
Recreation
Connection
Machination
Exaltation
Communication
Implication
Contemplation
Origination
Extrema
Convergence
Epilogue: Culmination


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Exorcism 6.1
Exorcism 6.1

April 20th, 2011, 10:30AM

Basilia Rubio


"You're…you're insane aren't you?" I laughed as the Dallon sisters gave me looks of outright terror. They sat far back behind dense kinetic and plasma barriers, a new design that made use of a kinetic barrier's ability to confine matter. Plasma would disrupt laser weapons though it would come at the expense of high energy expenditure.

Which wasn't much of a problem with the combined electromagnetically and gravitationally confined fusion reactor powering them. Gigawatts of power output isn't exactly a difficult prospect with that level of confinement of high energy hydrogen plasma.

"I have no idea what you're talking about Amy, I'm a perfectly sane woman." The two sisters were looking at me in abject horror, and even Taylor was a little wary of my crazed smirk. The only other person who shared my enthusiasm was Bakuda, and I could hear her mad cackling from the other side of the room.

"Hah! I knew there was something I liked about you. Your love of destruction is almost equal to my own. Come on then…fire her up!" Grace squealed, literally hopping like a rabbit on crack. It was fucking adorable even as it was scary at the same time.

"What the hell even is that thing?" Vicky's shield had expanded into a bubble of influence, and I couldn't blame her for the fear.

The experimental weapon was the work of weeks of design left on the backburner for more practical technology. I had decided to construct one anyway in what was basically a tinker dick measuring contest.

Which was funny since we lacked the needed body part to measure…

It was a square but elegant weapon, a four foot long barrel that was being held down by potent mass effect fields and electro-hydraulic presses. The recoil would quite literally shatter a human body, and its Eezo core was ruinously expensive.

I smiled, and Vicky flinched. "I'm glad you asked my flying brute friend! This little guy is the Adroit, a heavy rail-cannon making use of electromagnetic rails and mass rails to accelerate a half kilogram slug to about 5% the speed of light." All the blood drained from their faces, except for Grace who giggled.

"That's…insane." Amy's face would be a precious memory, and I felt my smirk rise.

"Perhaps it is insane my friend…but it's a weapon, and a weapon must be tested." The trio of girls tried to deny my right, and I denied them back. Bakuda met my eyes and nodded.

"So…does this button activate the Adroit?" Her shit eating grin was priceless and I responded silently in the affirmative. She pressed it to the strong protests of our teammates.

There was a short build up of energy, as the rail was pulsed with ungodly amounts of electricity, as dark energy was utilized to bend reality like a pretzel to accelerate it even further. The heavy weapon was sighted toward a solid iron target about ten meters thick and several hundred meters away.

The sound that sounded from the war cannon was beyond orgasmic, and I felt a pleasurable quiver run up and down my back. The shocking blue-shifted explosion that followed was deafening, and the air turned to plasma along the path of the super weapon. My eyes didn't even register the slug, only catching sight of the after trail of heat and torn apart air. The iron target had flash heated to iron vapor as expected, and a trail of destruction followed where the relativistic slug bored into a mountain.

Bakuda had stiffened. "Oh god I think I clima—" I cut her off with a smack to the head, my face flaming.

"Okaaay. TMI Grace. TMI." She blushed.

"Sorry…forgot your girlfriend was watching." I shrieked and swatted her again, she managed to dodge running off with a cackle. Taylor was staring at me, and I felt self conscience at all the insects buzzing around the place. Her eyes darted over to the sisters before darting back to me.

She beamed.

I…what was I thinking about again? I think I forgot…?

I tittered at the holo desk, lifting up my shirt to remove the heat that was building in my chest. Amy rolled her eyes and I almost flipped the bird at her before thinking about it more and deciding it was not worth the effort. Even then I wasn't really that angry, I was actually feeling pretty good right now despite some of my worries.

The past three days had been calmer than when Taylor fought Lung alongside Dauntless, Armsmaster and Dragon, and only two from when Dinah made her unauthorized debut. The entire city had been at a low simmer of war, with fighting routinely breaking out between the ABB and the Empire, and fighting between the Empire and the Empire. There was no official name for the group made up of Othala and Menja along with a few Empire benders and three times that number in non benders.

Most of that group's time has been spent fighting the corrupted and insane bits of the Empire, which thankfully only had Jotunn and Crusader since the rest had been sent to a Parahuman Asylum due to their…experience.

Too bad he was enough on his own with the monsters he made out of people.

Fortunately(barely…) it seems he wasn't melting down people to create his beasts, just taking pieces of them to create compactified orbs that would switch with the original to form into abominations of science.

Because that's so much better.

Purity had pretty much gone off the grid, though a deeper check of the rumor mill made things a little clearer. Three 'new' capes had shown up out of the blue, with their names being Mist and Twilight led by a Blaster named Beacon.

Yeah…to be frank the only reason nobody has guessed who they really are is because they use their powers differently. Mist isn't quite as dense in his form, and he selectively erodes inorganic matter. Twilight has different habits for how her little transformation works, and in fact on rare occasions she has been seen transforming into her other form…and Beacon is…

Rainbow colored.

They've also been seen with Tinkertech equipment that I'm pretty sure belongs to a certain AI. Tech that I'm 90% sure wasn't stolen…also bracelets on their legs but that was something I found for myself.

So Purity had fled to the hero's side whether out of pragmatism, or fear which made sense with the decimation of the Empire. Kaiser was out of the picture and thus Max Anders was out of the picture. He had managed to find a healer but then found himself arrested for money laundering and fraud.

A lot of money laundering and fraud…though in truth he was probably in a Parahuman prison somewhere, though I'm not too sure if he would go to the Birdcage or not. At least his power would probably show up again at some point…

Which reminds me…

"Could you all leave for a few minutes, I need to speak with a few certain beings." The trio's eyes widened and Bakuda had already left to build more deadly bombs, including biotic emulating ones. Warp bombs, gravity bombs, so on and so forth…

They left, and I crossed my arms over my chest as two sheepish shard-spirits materialized. Administrator buzzed quietly, her form reshaping itself rather routinely. The second spirit was a new one, resembling a patchwork of quilt, leather and…skin.

"You're new…Tantra am I right?" The spirit was a quiet one giving a nod but little else. I coughed, rubbing the back of my sore neck as I thought deeply about what this meant. "Now…I haven't gotten this chance before but tell me exactly what happened with that kid? I know he triggered, but why?"

"I wanted to save him." QA replied first and her honesty wasn't hidden or obscured in any way.

"So you decided to bud along with two other shards?" She nodded and I wondered why the third hadn't shown his face. From what I could tell the third shard had contributed a teleporting ability transmitted through Aiden's birds, on top of a very neat telekinetic manipulation of their outer layers…essentially saturating them with a physics altering field.

"The child was going to die…my host did not want him to die…so I aided him. Switch felt the same…even if he cared much less." Tantra added with a slow rub of her felt hands. She looked much like her host, though she didn't wear the mask that hid her ethnicity. There wasn't much of a need for that however with the constant swirl of fabrics obscuring her face.

"Right…I can understand that…which is why I'm asking these questions. There are a lot of people in danger in this city at any one time, is this the first time that a shard has budded?" The pause was much longer than I had hoped, and I wondered how many others had been gifted with power.

"This…is my first bud, I contributed the most to the Prince Administrator with modules from Tantra and Switch contributing to his shard. There have been about two dozen buds in the city though they are…mostly low key." QA explained concisely.

"Like Charlotte?" The two shards looked at one another, and I frowned. What was I missing?

"Charlotte was more incidental, the product of a Noble shard that had decided to bud after remaining with a sole host for more than 25 years. It was mere chance that it's bud had found Charlotte as a suitable host." So her shard got caught up in the wave of phase alteration spreading outwards from Brockton Bay?

I could hear Veda rumble away, silently confirming my question as she continued to work on chipping away at a new section of technology we had discovered. I could catch glimpses of gigantic vessels that would generate an area of massive positive gravity, warping space to exceed the very speed of light. Their tech wasn't far off from the eezo using races, though in what way I couldn't be sure.

"Could you tell me about some of the buds?" I started on a new path of conversation, and QA nodded with a minor frown. I didn't need the maximum info possible, just a tidbit or two.

Administrator clasped her heads together, and Tantra faded back to her home. "Efficiency, Compensation, and Adjustment budded to form a hybrid Brute/Tinker." QA made a display out of a swarm of insects, moving them precisely and using her beams like a surprisingly high fidelity pixel display.

Efficiency was Armsmaster, Compensation was Aegis, and Adjustment was Browbeat. Based on their powers that meant that this new tinker was probably focused on highly compact and efficient biomechanical tech meant to be implanted in his or her or their own body. The exact nature of how it worked would depend on how well those traits were translated to the shard.

"Anyone else?"

"Negotiator, Mien, and Bailiwick rallied together to form a new shard…though it would be more accurate to say that Negotiator and Mien bullied the foggy old fool into being reconfigured, leaving only the minimal requirements to keep his host functional." The disdain in the Administrator's voice was real.

Who…the fuck is Bailiwick?

I blinked, and my nose scrunched up at the appearance of Skidmark, god even without his presence my nose recalled the smell. From there the shard was repurposed and refitted with hardware and software modules from Lisa's shard with some added bits from Gallant. An Eden-Scion hybrid shard.

From what my eyes gleaned of the code they combined to form a discrete thinker ability that would basically make the trigger an amazing lawyer or detective. An emotional sense added extra data, and would give her a unique insight into structuring laws and moral guidelines.

That was along with her ability to create forcefield marks which besides being repulsive, could also channel her thinker powers into them to obtain data.

Neat.

"I suppose that's not so bad, you're trying to help people instead of pushing them to conflict. At the very least it's better than what you've done before." QA rubbed her head, blushing lightly in her avatar form. In that moment she reminded me a lot of her Parahuman, and I liked the thought of a blushing Taylor.

The spirit smirked and before I could be relentlessly and mercilessly teased I had a call coming in from…Collin?

I accepted the call, and blinked repeatedly at his request.
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April 20th, 2011. 11:00AM

Basilia Rubio


I stepped through an emerald green portal, and grinned at the improvements that had been made to the design of the Dimensional Paths Network. They had trouble with emergency portal openings, taking much longer to open up a spirit pathway but being more than sufficient for escaping say…the Birdcage.

One of the recent modifications involved the power plant, with improvements to the emitters and Eezonic waveguides allowing for increased drawing of dark energy. There were ways to keep Eezo from degrading, specific equations that would reduce the strain to draw more energy as well as bigger more efficient fields. The other modification was distributed power systems, drawing from solar, geothermal, wind, fission, and fusion, as well as specially placated spirits to open and close Brane shifting portals more effectively.

It's…been in the works for a while but it took time to implement the changes.

There was a shift in the wind and my skin crawled as I glanced down to the block school that was currently shut down. I could see a dark miasma through its damaged windows, and the sensation of a pressure on spacetime was heavy and unsettling.

Winslow wasn't a very happy place huh?

I jumped, and then landed softly on the ground while numerous PRT troops marched out from their vans. Two Wards were close by, and I identified them easily as I launched myself at a steady pace. I was alone this time, as Taylor was spending her time using her bugs to discover and infiltrate Empire strongholds. All of them were locations marked by fights that had broken out between Lung and the broken Empire, precise marks that he left behind for us to find.

It…really pissed off Piggot to have to be reliant on him for information so the PRT now has their own drone division, following my example on a less advanced scale. They were also altering their computer systems, some of Dragon's work that would start trickling down. Integrated 3D crystal optronics that while they didn't have the same processing capacity as my eezo doped optronics were a little easier to make and immune to EMP, highly heat resistant, and could be programmed by normal software engineers. Well…mine could be programmed by normal ones as well but of course they still need to learn more modern coding language and machine learning.

Which was why I was introducing a lot of coding libraries and toolings that would help with scientific computing. Basically trying to introduce methodologies that have taken off in the distant future of the year 2020 but had only been in the early days in the 2010s…and very much nonexistent in the 2000s.

Which to me are officially retro.



Huh.

One of the Wards waved me over, and I recognized that stupid knight get up anywhere. I sauntered over, getting my drones to take high fidelity scans of the vicinity and feeding them back into my own head.

Electricity was shut off as was water and any other utilities…there was movement inside, and I could sense the spirit world pressing down on the physical plane.

"Hello Gallant…" I greeted the older Ward, who was currently on the edge of becoming Protectorate within the next few months. Strangely enough he hadn't been aged up much, which made sense since it was mostly people within a certain range that were older. I…hadn't yet determined why that was, though it could have been because of random chance for all I know.

"Erudition…" Gallant was being a little quiet today so I moved my greeting to another Ward. Another person who had been aged up from my original perception, which made research into how accurate my own knowledge was rather difficult.

"Hi Vista." I politely greeted the fourteen year old who was still a little under a month away from turning fifteen if I remembered her birth date.

Which was creepy to think about.

The Ward smirked, and I almost giggled when she shifted into a rather heroic pose without even thinking about it. She expressed confidence in her strut, and that lifted my confidence in response. "Hey Erudition." She waved casually, her smile wide as if happy to see me. She wasn't very tall, but at my height that would still put her at 5'3ish. "It's been a while…"

I smiled back. "I wouldn't call a few days a while now Vista, you'd think with Clockblocker on your team you'd have a better sense of time." She almost groaned but managed to remain professional.

"Please don't…" I giggled, and then pivoted my head and took in information from my drones. PRT troopers and Assault were currently huddling around what I was quite sure was a manifested spirit giving off loud pulses of anger that made me and Gallant flinch.

"Fuck it's loud." There was a connotation to the way he said it that made me think it wasn't just his power.

"In what way specifically?" I leaned forward and he leaned back, and Vista looked at us curiously. I guess they hadn't told her yet or she was just forgetting a few things.

Gallant grimaced but didn't go for subterfuge. "I've been having…difficulties with my power, sensing strange things. They think it's a symptom of…well."

"You're a Shaman is what it is, you've probably been sensing spiritual disturbances for weeks now. But without the full knowledge of what you're experiencing it must have been a nightmare to deal with." I actually felt sympathy for him, without the knowledge being partially beamed to my head…god that would be awful.

Vista started. "Wait…is that what was happening to you…why didn't you tell us?" She sounded a little hurt and Gallant looked away.

"Piggot wanted to keep it under wraps, it's mostly been some tests using procedures that Erudition passed to the PRT on training Shamans. It's why we were both here to meet her…you have more experience than anyone who isn't patrolling elsewhere." Vista didn't seem convinced though the experience part may have given her a small ego boost.

"That's…" I lifted a hand, and Vista paused in whatever rant she was going into.

"It's not unfair, the life of a shaman is a rather difficult and dangerous path. It was best to keep a private eye on him until he has a little more control. Which begs the question, how are you with spirits?" I responded to the both of them, as well as asking a question of my own to Gallant.

He scratched his helmet almost shyly. "I have some skill with them, I can call them to me if I try…and I can see into the spirit world on my own. I…can talk to a few and convince them to help." I glanced over to his left shoulder and felt my heart flutter. It was a tiny little thing, a spirit of healing, kindness, and water. It was basically a pink slime, like living Tylenol with a cute itty bitty face.

"I can tell…you've got your little buddy there don't ya?" Vista looked over to her teammate's shoulder, and I felt her power surge to twist space and dimensions in a respectful way. The spirit squealed, projecting its voice into the physical plane. Vista blushed, and I could tell she found the little guy adorable.

"Yeah…he's been hanging around me for a while, apparently I can tell him to heal people and he'll do it. Though I usually need him to…" A compartment opened up in his suit, and I almost squeed at the little water bag with a smiley face on it. It glowed as the spirit possessed it, and it formed a little hand to wave.

Oh god it's so cute!

I reached out, patting the little guy's head with the widest stupidest smile on my face. He was just a little baby spirit, a total cutie!



Okay I was getting distracted here, I still had a job to do here. "Anyway…" I coughed politely, and the two got serious. "I see there's a spirit over there, would you mind coming along for some spirit negotiations? Get to see what's it like for yourselves?" I lightly patted Gallant's shoulders and while he looked a little uncomfortable he didn't say no.

I stepped forward and they followed in sync with me, as I approached the huddle of nervous PRT troopers, and Assault. He looked to be speaking rather amicably with whatever spirit had decided to manifest in the physical world. Hopefully that said good things about the spiritual being's tolerance of humans.

"Excuse me?" The troopers stepped back and I lifted my hands as their hands drifted down to their weapons. Assault was the calmest of the bunch and I smiled as he greeted me.

He gave a wide friendly grin. "So the woman of the hour has arrived, nice to meet ya." He was perfectly sincere to my reading, and that painted a better picture of him regardless of whatever faults or defects he must have. Being human and all…

"Hello Assault, I can see that your other half isn't here. But more importantly…who are you entertaining right now?" I shifted my body to catch a good angle, and my smile froze at the bastard. Assault's smile diminished.

"Uh…?" I didn't pay attention to the kinetic manipulator as I saw red.

The spirit was about man sized, resembling a multicolored kaleidoscope proboscis monkey. His giant nose bounced and I could see the fear in his eyes as I leaned forward. A spirit of childish mischief, humor, and laughter. A rather harmless spirit that I had encounters with…

"You!" I seethed in indignation and rage at the sight of the damn spirit currently talking with bewildered PRT officers. Gallant was looking at me like I had grown two heads but I didn't care. "What in god's name are you doing here in the material plane you motherfucker." I stomped forward, and the PRT troopers took two respectable steps back. "Didn't I tell you what would happen if I caught wind of you again?"

"What the hell did he do?" Assault sounded concerned, and I took a series of breaths to keep myself from strangling that dumb bastard of a spirit. It didn't work very well in calming me down, but it kept the spirit alive at least.

"Spirit of his type are often pranksters at heart, this guy has proved to be a rather vexing individual of his subtype." I arched my back, taking my lessons to heart on this one.

Take a deep breath.

Then exhale.

Take another deep breath.

And exhale.

Assault was a little less wary now. "So what? Did he steal a sock from your washing machine?" My brows pressed together, and I absently chewed on my lip to avoid another outburst. The monkey bastard smiled rather cheekily and I thought about smacking him up in the head.

"No…he stole something a lot more private." I growled, glaring at the spirit from behind my helmet. Assault smiled, his own eyes filling with mirth.

"Wait…are you saying he stole your unde—" I grinned.

"Not another word out of your mouth." I was polite, and I moved on to doing my job as a shaman. I gestured for the mischief spirit to approach, my whispers being enough for it to speak.



The spirit fidgeted. "Shaman…it hasn't been fun anymore," there was a combo of sadness and indignation that fit weirdly together. "Various upstart spirits have taken residence…in my home, congregating around some foolish human girl. I enjoy a good prank more than anyone but…those aren't pranks. Something…is bolstering them, a dark and powerful force. The balance is being upset…"

"Can you tell me anything more specific, numbers, the types of spirits partaking in the hostile takeover of this school?" The mischief spirit grimaced but acceded to my request.

He hissed. "Hmm…last I checked it was a dozen spirits of malice, sadism, violence, misery and rage…led by a rather brusque Terror spirit. Is that all then?"

I sighed. "Yes that's everything, I'll kick them out and get you your home back. Better the kids than me…" the spirit grinned and before the eyes of the PRT it flashed back to his native reality. They looked a little worried and I decided to placate them as best as I could. "If you're worried about where he went, he's back in his home…just keep a good hold of your socks and private clothing." They looked utterly flabbergasted and I rubbed the back of my neck.

Assault started. "So is that everything? Because it might be a good idea to take down these…spirits if they're holding a girl hostage."

I rolled my eyes at his naivety. "They're not taking a human hostage, they're feeding off of her negative emotions in a horrific feedback loop. There's no need to sugarcoat it." He looked rather horrified and I shrugged.

There was a pulse of altered reality, the miasma growing darker and a smell of sulphur and brimstone hitting the air.



Right, we need to take care of that.
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April 20th, 2011. 11:15AM

Basilia Rubio


I lifted up a new shotgun that worked a little more effectively for Urban work such as the interior of a haunted school. Vista and Gallant were to my right while Assault was to my left. I took the front most position, taking point if you would since I had the heaviest barriers and armor. Nothing short of an anti-tank gun would be able to pierce through my shielding, and I had contingencies for attacks that would damage or shut off the emitters.

Surprisingly there were a few PRT troopers supporting us elsewhere, and it didn't take much effort to figure out why when one of them lit a fire in the palm of their hand. The rest were actually airbenders shockingly enough, which was probably much safer from the standpoint of damage.

Hopefully they had enough training to not screw themselves over, though based on their movements they were definitely beginners. But that still means acrobatics beyond human levels and powerful air blasts and air slices. The firebender would be fairly effective, since most spirit's had trouble with more spiritual related attacks.

Sort of.

"So…what…kind of gun is that?" Vista whispered, her power distorting reality in some form of probing attempt. She had apparently learned from getting sucked into the spirit world, and could use her own senses to pick up abnormal activity.

"Typhoon double barreled shotgun. Fires a buckshot patterned APP blast, it'll pretty much pulp anything it hits. Good enough for more…cramp conditions."

"APP?" Gallant added a question.

"Accelerated particle packet, fires a compressed ball of particles. Not as good at getting through shielding but deadly once it gets past them." I answered cheerily, and they leaned back a bit.

Sorry.

"You don't have a lot of offensive Tinkertech that isn't deadly huh?" Vista's statement was a little hurtful, I was no Bakuda.

"I still have a few stun grenades, and all of my drones have stun weapons too." I gestured with my finger to a single drone, the machine pinging with its radar and other sensors for contact. "I'm starting my own production line for containment foam too…so yeah." I rolled my shoulders, and sniffed with my nose. Gallant did the same, and my nostrils flared at the scent of sulphur and hate.

"We're getting close aren't we?" Vista noted. A few drones came back with data, with a few of them having considerable acid damage.

Shit.

"Yes…okay not to alarm anyone, but do any of you have acid resistant armor?" The group paused, and the heroes nodded though the troopers did not. I sighed, and with little fanfare commanded my drones to coat their armor with Omni-foam configured against acid. Though that was on standby until I got permission…

"So who's in command here?" I asked the troopers who were largely doing their own thing. Assault obviously was here to keep an eye on the Wards but I was sure the PRT had their own command structure. One of the PRT field agents turned to me, and her footsteps were familiar.

"We've met before…"

My eyes widened. "Samantha Clemens…should I call you captain or…?"

"Captain would be preferable, yes." Her response was dry, and I got to the point.

"Would it be alright for my drones to add an extra layer to your armor? They've already synthesized an acid-resistant foam, it would only take a few seconds to apply it to your armor." The captain glanced in my direction from the point they had taken up. I could hear radio chatter as they spoke between each other and I could tell that the Protectorate heroes were on the channel based on their expressions.

"That's acceptable…so go nuts." She was a rather level headed individual, so I gladly gifted the four troopers with a layer of acid resistant material that had been tested with both synthesized Thresher Maw stomach fluids and Rachni dissolving acid. As well as a few of Bakuda's acid bombs…they proved highly resilient.

Once that was done we were plunged back into silence, the miasma in the building creating an uneasy aura to the environment of Winslow. There was a sensation of being trapped, of being compressed into a small space that left my stomach a little queasy.

There was a reason I hadn't brought Taylor along to this.

I had pinpointed the center of the unnatural Verge, the air was faint and unreal as the two worlds converged at this section of the planet. Most of my drones had taken images, and I frowned at the small figure obscured in the shadows of the spirits. I was about ready to give those by my side the intel when…

"What…exactly does being a shaman entail for me?" The emotion manipulator broke the silence with a serious look and I pitied the poor bastard.

"Have you ever played an RPG?" He nodded very slowly and my grin under my helmet became sardonic. "You know how they often have a bunch of quests that range from the inane fetch quests and escort missions to fighting giant monsters for shitty pay and no thanks?" There was a dawning sense of horror from the young man, and I almost felt bad for him. But I didn't want to be left alone to suffer with the spirits, so Gallant would have to pay the price.

"No…no…" his horrified words were music to my ears.

"Yes, my friend. Welcome to the rest of your life, helping baby duckling spirits cross roads and negotiating with or fighting monsters as big as mountains and dangerous enough to eradicate cities and countries. You'll be a mercenary hobo wandering the spirit wilds, placating creatures of eldritch mentality and unphysical existence."

"You sound a bit bitter." Vista's observation wasn't new, but I didn't have any more time for banter here.

"It's not the time anymore…" I hushed her as we approached the center point, a dark fog reeking of death and of negative qualities. I pressed forward, and I felt my instincts scream at me. Something was bolstering the power of the spirits here, beyond the loop with the teenager hunched over an empty broken locker.

Vista reacted faster than even I, launching a warp directed by her power directly into a shadowy serpent. It hissed in anger, it's scales glowing in an eerie amber light. Viscera was splashed onto the walls, sizzling as spirit acid began to slowly dissolve the paint and then the metal.

I calmly shot it in the face with a load of excited particles, cracking its skull with a single blast. The sadism spirit's seven eyes filled with glee, and it lunged with all the speed and precision of a viper. The captain was its first target, and with a sigh she let out a burst of flame into the beast's open mouth. It twisted in the air, flaps flaring to allow it to glide back down onto the ground.

"Shit…that thing is huge." Assault cursed, and I agreed with him. The dark viper was at least fifteen feet long and incredibly fast. Vista scowled and her biotics flared as she extended her power, and my eyes blinked as the hallway lengthened several fold. There was a lot more room to maneuver as her power bent space into a pretzel, as physical mass was changed through microscopic dimensional shifting.

Three blasts of air caught the spirit straight in the face, and it got back up with the swiftness expected from a spirit. It spun, its tail blurring and launching Samantha into the lockers, denting them with the sheer force it exuded.

"Weak…" It launched at what it perceived to be a downed opponent, unable to resist the temptation of inflicting suffering. Which was why I laughed when it took a fire bomb to the face, burning out its eyes in the process.

It seemed to flinch at the sound of my voice, of my laughter.

Interesting.

I tapped Gallant on the shoulder and he glanced at me. "Gallant…could you launch positive emotions at him, I have an idea."

He smiled lightly. "What kind of emotions?" He readied his power, and the spirit looked visibly concerned, rattling fiercely.

"Anything that often results in laughter…Mamba here doesn't seem to like it." He pointed a finger, and in a tenth of a second a compact beam struck the serpent. It started to laugh and vibrate, and something cracked within its core. I threw myself with a blast of wind, and with a grin I blew the monster's head off. It broke apart into motes, and the black mist seemed indignant.

"What did you do?" Assault sounded curious.

"Found one of its Bans, all spirits have limits on their behavior…lust spirits will never be chaste, violence spirits will always ache for a good fight. They can also add additional Bans to grow their power, and this guy had a weakness to positive laughter. So…"

"He's dead?" Assault completed my sentence and I continued my approach toward the fog.

"Pretty much…now finding Bans tends to be difficult, but massive amounts of trauma to their body will also do the trick if need be. So…you shouldn't worry too much about average spirits, it's the old ones you should watch out for." I palmed the fog, and with a wave of my arm and a low mental mantra I began to push back against the will of the spirit of Terror maintaining it's toxic miasma.

I gestured at the wall, and Gallant began to shoot at the fog with tuned emotional blasts. I swirled my arms, and a gale began to blow away the caustic fog, decaying with the influx of chi and positive emotional energy.

I pushed back with my own force of will, and the airbenders gathered their own whirlwinds. Vista rolled her shoulders, and she with great difficulty, expanded the numerous vents, and with the airbending of the PRT troopers they pushed the dissipating gas into the AC system. In the short term a damaging prospect but better that there was damage to the school than damage to the people trying to save it.

That seemed to trigger a reaction, not from the malicious spirits taking the school as their territory but from the natives that had been forcibly kicked out from their homes.

From the classrooms there emerged a single spirit, one that resembled a smarmy school teacher made out of light and paper, with its curves identifying it as either a woman or a very dainty man, or perhaps it was neither.

Spirits don't tend to conform to human perceptions of gender, species or even biology and logic.

The troopers faltered and I could hear the spirit hiss in protest, and with a lyrical shout of poetic English it unleashed a blast of words, pushing back the darkness. More spirits joined, angry shouts of territorial indignation uniting disparate spirits in a single goal.

To regain their homes.

Eventually with time and work and effort the noxious death cloud was dissipated and I bit my lip at the gathering of invasive spirits. Almost all of them had humanoid forms, dark foggy flesh that was wrapped in chains of blackened metal. They had anywhere from no pairs of eyes to up to three pairs of dark red orbs. Red lightning fed the dark entities, and they huddled around a prone redheaded girl. Their forms fluctuated slightly, claws and teeth vanishing and then regrowing in mere seconds.

About half of them were around 5'6 to 5'8 in height, resembling an athletic teenage girl in appearance. The Wards paused at their appearance and even Assault seemed to be taken aback. They were mostly spirits of sadism, malice and violence, dozens if not hundreds of motes of similar nature that had fused together into five entities. There were three purebred rage spirits that obviously did not get along, likely originating from different sources. Two grey misery spirits were far taller at about 6'2 to 6'4 with beanpole frames.

Again black chains solidified their essence, making them stronger than what they were supposed to be. Their source of sustenance had almost certainly vanished with how faint they were…but they had found a new source of sustenance, and had been claimed by a master. Something terrible hung in the air, and I felt disgust.

It was the twelfth spirit that spelled trouble, twice the height of a man and with a a form that was beyond horrific, invoking fear merely with a glance at its mutant body. It's body was chitinous, multiple pairs of spider limbs supporting its long serpentine body which extended outward for twenty feet in the crowded space it was in. It's upper half resembled a human, with the exception of its scaly skin, and mandibled face it was positively uncanny, and almost invoked anxiety at the sight.

It's tail flicked ominously, three distorted dog heads growing like tumors and barking and howling in multi-toned flares of sound. It's back was covered in hundreds of dirty surgical needles, pulsing with electricity and thunder. It's skin was colored a sickly green with a thick layer of ooze that dripped with disease and poison.

Jesus.

It's neck extended upwards, until it hung some twelve feet off the ground, rearing up to reveal a quadruple false eye pattern on its chest, unblinking flat eyes staring back at us.

"Call it in…now." I whispered to Assault, and the terror spirit flared it's mandibles, revealing a lipless mouth. There was a splatter of viscera and blood as another set of limbs emerged from its back, flesh emerging to form flaps for powerful wings.

"Spirit. Why are you upsetting the balance? Why have you manifested in this place?" I spoke with the certainty required of all shaman's, because without the willpower needed to perform…we would fall to the monsters that go bump in the night.

"We were offered power, we were offered freedom…just as the Alastor was offered power, but unlike him…we accepted our new Master." I flinched when the spirit's body briefly looked…mutilated. The other spirits circled around their spiritual better revealing the girl they were feeding off of.

You've got to be kidding me.

The exhausted and thin faced visage of Emma Barnes became clear, and I continued my questioning while we still had the time.

"Who offered you freedom, spirit?" The dozen spiritual entities became deathly still, and the chains of what I thought were metal…but were in fact silvery bone glowed in a reddish hue.

"An offer of a feast that never ends, a day where our kin will swallow up Gaia in its entirety. An offer from the Mother of Miseries…from the last Dark God." That was about what I had expected, and my keen eyes caught on to the chains tightly wrapped around their bodies.

"Aim at the chains." I tapped into the frequency they were using, even muddled as it was by the interference of the aberrant spirits. "Everything you've got…and Vista, think you can plop that girl over here?" I added the question at the last moment. She didn't reply but I had the idea that she was saying yes.



We had barely any warning at all.

ARISE CHILDREN OF THE DARK, HARBINGERS OF THE EVERENDING NIGHT;
GEARS OF SHADOW AND TWILIGHT.
SHOW ME YOUR STRENGTH, SHOW ME YOUR CONVINCTION!

Vista flinched, and twisted reality as the dark spirits screamed a warcry of pain and agony, their bodies bulging as pustules flowed with a power unknown to man. Emma was saved at the last second, a spirit nearly clawing her head off if it wasn't for Vista's space warping. We were moved back as she warped and shifted distance and pinched and unpinched space. I couldn't stop the insidious call of the strange abomination that had hidden from my sight.

SO SHALL THE DARK GODS RULE ONCE MORE, AND SET THE WORLD ABLAZE.
SO SHALL THEY SIT ATOP THE ZIGGURAT, SO SAYS THE MOTHER!
SHOW ME YOUR LOYALTY, SO YOUR CHOIR WILL ASCEND!
MAN
WILL
FALL.

Vista didn't waste time, and she tore a hole in reality, expanding an empty vent until it was large enough to fit a dozen men. We threw ourselves through the expanded area of localized spacetime. The school rumbled, and I could hear the moan of the enraged native spirits. As I ran with Emma in tow, I did my best to cleanse her of the taint of the warped spirits. Gallant helped, his spirit friend Blob Bob purifying the putrid corpus feeding off her negative emotions.

Reality recoiled as if insulted, and the top half of the school was dissolved in an instant of time. The PRT vans drove back as the school began to shake itself almost to pieces, and I swallowed as the dark spirits emerged fully in view of the people for the first time.

All the spirits emerged doubled in size, their chains turning into soft feathery ropes of fungal growth pulsating red with hatred. The lead Terror spirit started to laugh in tongues of nonsense filled with an incomprehensible insanity, and an aura of pressure spread outwards for more than a hundred meters.

The darkened spirit spread its wings as a 24 foot tall monstrosity of nature and primordial magic. A mouth had formed where it's once false eyes now blinked in comprehension and perception. It smiled with a maw of teeth made out of metal and tongue and lightning and hellfire.

"SO SAYS THE MOTHER. THE VYASA MUST DIE." There was a rising pulse, and I swore as I rolled past a lightning strike aimed from one of its dog heads, spittle flying from their mangled jaws.

Crossbolts skewered the ground where the PRT troopers and the Protectorate capes had been standing, phasing in reaping shadows of toxic gas.

"Oh…fuck…" The dark spirit's eyes widened and it shook violently.

BWOOM!

An arc of purple lightning struck in a zigzag line along the ground, and I cursed my luck.

This…was…FUCKED!
 
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April 20th, 2011. 11:16AM

Kaida Bushida


My eyes snapped open, and I stood up, blinking away the sleep as I felt deftly aware about where I was and why I was here. I had been staying with two of my father's friends…the men that came and went whenever I had a moment or chance to leave the house outside of school. And sometimes they would show up even then. They had turned out to have strange powers though that didn't really prove to be very special when I had found my own abilities.

"Is something wrong?" I stared up at the superhero that was apparently assigned to guard me.

Miss Battery was a nice lady. She had been keeping an eye out for me, to protect me from the Empire cape who wanted to use me against my father.

I pursed my lip, not sure if I should tell her. But I did tell her. "I can feel…there's something very wrong here. Can you feel it?"

"I don't…" she stopped, and her costume sparked for a moment. "Is this a spirit thing?" I stood up from my bed that they had placed near the Wards.

"Yes. There's…an awful smell…like death is close by." I confided in her, and she took a few steps forward, looking around to scan the room. I felt thankful that she was willing to help me, even if she obviously didn't like my father. They never talked, but I had already deduced that he had to be Lung. Why else would the Empire be after me?

The room started to shake, and an awful shriek like a banshee made my small heart die in my chest. I could hear angry shouting, and then there was an intake of breath from Battery.

"MOVE!" She grabbed me and the world blurred around me, even then my eyes honed in on the phantom that had emerged from the walls, a rotting corpse with no face, and long saber-like fingers. It glanced at its empty hands and made an awful rattle with its hundreds of bones.

I screamed.

A blast of fire launched against a wall, and we flew out of the room at top speed into chaos. All around us I could see people panicking as darkened spirits attacked. One of the PRT officers was throwing down with a red chained demon, his punches cracking through the thing's fragile flesh. He grabbed at the angry face of the demon, and burned its face off with a single gout of fire.

"Keep moving." I was put down, and I followed after her, eyes straining to see her as she bounced across the walls, kicking and breaking spirits down into motes of red and black. I could hear gunfire, the sound of bullets hitting flesh and bone.

Every single spirit tried to grab at me, and I threw my own weak fireballs. I could hear their screams, hear their roars and pleas in my head.

oh god please help us…please save us

I shook my head, taking a deep breath like Elle had said when I had met her for the first time. She was like me…she could hear the whispers of the creatures from the reverse side of the world, could understand the nature of the soul of all things.

they have to see…they have to understand

With every spirit I could see into their nature, an echo of something beyond ancient, of pain beyond comparison, of hatred that would swallow up even a dragon. There was a voice threading reality, desperate and afraid.

A black mass dropped from the ground, its maw splitting open like a flower. Battery shouted angrily, and the metal around her vibrated and rippled as she launched a fist wreathed in flames and electricity into the beast's face.

I didn't want to die.

Battery offered a hand, and I was dragged to safety as the rogue spirits fought back with mad enthusiasm. I flinched when their chains were broken, screams of anguish as well as cheers of freedom made the air shudder and oscillate painfully.

I could see one of the Wards that had stayed behind, Kid Win, wrestling a spirit for control of some type of gigantic cannon as big as a car. I launched a fireball, and I smiled when he launched a cautious kick into its stomach. Pieces began to teleport in from somewhere, until it was fully assembled. He glanced at Battery and after a moment of trepidation she nodded.

BWOOM!

I blinked spots out of my eyes as a solid blue beam sliced through a dozen spirits. They broke apart into motes like all the others and I could see Kid Win's excited look.

will they stand before the broken one, a god of destruction and old hate

His smile weakened, and I felt no better even as his cool Tinkertech tore through another dozen weak spirits. Battery continued to lead me away from the fighting, barreling through the twisting cackling demons with ease. She was trying to find some safe place, but there weren't any around. There was only fighting, and screaming and monsters.

There had to be something else, something more…something less sad and depressing and horrible.

please…help us die…let it end

I started to whisper, tried to follow the lessons that Elle had given me, that she had learned from another. The land of the spirits wasn't just one of nightmares and violence and destruction, there was peace and love and pacifism.

But love and pacifism wasn't what I needed right now. I needed the will to fight, to defend and protect and serve. I needed something strong.

Please…

Battery shook my shoulder, and something she saw in my eyes made her recoil back. I started to whisper again, finding the right words to talk to what I wanted to find, what I needed to find.

"Arise…I…call to the Guardians." I spoke the words that came from within, and there was a ripple that spread through the building. A ripple of power, of authority and justice, of duty to the people. "Come to my aid, come to the aid of the people." I struggled, and Battery opened her mouth to reply.

WE ANSWER THE CALL OF DUTY.
WE ACCEPT YOUR WILL CHILD.

The Ephemeral pressed down on the Corporeal, and the demons hissed in fear and in anger. They came from the walls, from the air, and from the places where men and women had worked to keep the city safe. I began to blabber nonsense, spoke ancient tongues forgotten by humanity.

They were creatures that resembled the PRT people themselves, Myrmidons of growing power and influence, sharpening their weapons that were both physical and projected. Battery stared as one of them approached her, lightning dancing across the spirit's stern face.

"Speak your orders…are we to repel these invaders?" It saluted her, pointed teeth being exposed as it smiled.

"Y-Yes?" The spirit tilted its head and Battery coughed. "I mean…yes repel them as best as you can." The Myrmidon let out a shout of joy, and vanished into a stream of electricity slicing apart six spirits in the span of seconds.

Why was she looking at me that way? Stop it.

"Let's go." Despite my embarrassment, I childishly grabbed her hand pulling her away from the battle as more and more spirits of duty and justice joined the fray. As we ran through the halls, Battery shattered enemy spirits along the way with her superpowers, and I could see the fight expanding.

A giant armored spirit that looked like a power ranger lashed out with a giant buzzing halberd, sweeping up monsters like it was nothing. Another smaller and thinner one moved like a bullet, an angry gust of wind that would knock the spirits down for the stronger of its kin to deal with. Another defensive spirit instead unleashed a beam of light, incinerating some smaller destruction spirits with its cleansing beam.

We were stopped in the hallway, as six spirits crawled from every side, glowing and hiss laughing as they cornered us. "Stay behind me." Battery lightly commanded me, and her body crackled with electricity.

The spirits raced towards us, toothy maws wide open as they attacked at full force.
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April 20th, 2011. 11:25AM

Lisa Wilborn


PHO was going nuts over the past few minutes.

When monsters out of someone's fucked up nightmares start showing up out of the blue it tends to get a lot of attention. We had been stuck in the loft after Grue took a bad hit. None of us had the strength or the powerset to deal with something that gave my power an aneurysm.

At first anyway.

There had to have been more than a hundred of them, and most of them had been attacking any group with any amount of power in the city. What was left of the old Empire, the ABB, the PRT and even Athena…though that last one failed almost immediately, they were pretty much torn apart on the spot by…something.

All of this had been caused by Coil in a last ditch move to screw everyone over, and god did he succeed. While most of those…spirit things could be brought down by bullets, at least a few of them would need heavy weapons or a strong Blaster to take them out.

I was making use of the money I had stolen from Coil, and bought an expensive desktop that was top of the line in every way. Our dear leader was laying down on a chair, taking a nice rest while recovering from a bad hit to the chest. The one thing that made this different was the little dog made out of bubbles that whined softly, making his injury glow. -Water sprite, wants to heal, likes Aisha more than Grue.-

I startled and pushed back Aisha when she got right up in my face, her lips widening into a smirk. I had forgotten she was even here to begin with, and had only remembered because that weird dog thing remembered. A lot of powers just didn't work on them to begin with unless you were talking about physically hurting them.

"Sorry…" she smirked and I sighed when she moved over to her brother, patting the water dog like it was some pet instead of an abomination that shouldn't exist in this world.

Aisha had been picked up about two days, she had apparently Triggered because of some Empire thugs…along with a dark spirit that had been tagging along. Bitch had found her, and killed the spirit and knocked out the thugs, she ended up bringing her to us before leaving…grumbling about stupid voices.

She was a Stranger, and I had a hard time even remembering she even existed if her power was going at full blast. But it's not her only power, she can make clouds of darkness that she can shape into monsters she can control. Along with being able to manipulate earth for 'some' reason…I think I had found something about that in a file I managed to pilfer from the PRT before they fixed their security.

It was going to take me weeks to get my fingers back in the pie…though I don't think our new warden is going to let us.

I sighed when my five browser windows with their dozen tabs each were shunted to the side. A digital face emerged, and I leaned back and forced my lips into a coy smile.

"Hello Dragon." The Tinker raised an eyebrow, and I sighed at the developments of the past few days. Once Coil had been taken out of the picture there wasn't a lot left for us, and sticking to a life of crime wouldn't be long lasting with the warning I got from Erudition. She decided to be nice enough to 'help' me with cutting off Coil, and her subtle warnings to keep clean were easy to follow when I couldn't even trace her, like the internet itself was afraid of her and wiped off traces of however she broke into Coil's systems.

We had ended up getting the attention of Dragon, who apparently could pick up the activity of moving money around a lot easier than before. That was about what I could pick up with my power and some investigation of my own. Some of that was probably because of what happened with Purity too…

Now that was a weird team up that I hope never happens again. We pretty much had to go white hat or else, but at least we didn't have to go to prison. But we were under probation until we weren't considered a 'danger' to society anymore.

"So…how have all of you been?" Dragon asked the question with what I think was genuine concern. "Have you had any trouble so far?" I groaned but decided to play along with her little game.

"Oh it's been fun I guess? It's a lot less robbery and a lot more investigation than my old gig but…you win some you lose some." She didn't change her expression, and I couldn't get as much information as I hoped. Dragon somehow obscured herself from my power though what had to be Tinker bullshit. She could tear through code just as fast as Erudition could though she was a little more obvious.

"That's good, I imagine that Rachel has been out walking her dogs?" There was a current of amusement in her voice, and I nodded slowly.

"She's been trying to settle in a few dogs she's adopted." I answered her, stretching out my back as I looked around our modified warehouse. Dragon had been generous enough to provide us with some upgrades to our amenities, which was pretty nice actually.

"And…Regent?" Dragon switched to another question.

"He's playing video games and acting pretty busy…" it felt a little galling to have someone else as our boss only a few days after Coil had been…well I wasn't sure what had happened to him in the end. I only knew that the heroes hadn't caught him, but that he probably wasn't going to do much more than what he already did.

I…had a bad feeling about it myself.

"And all of you have adjusted to your new…conditions?" I bristled at her tone.

"I don't need you to sugarcoat it." Or to be so weirdly supportive. "We're on a tight leash and the only reason we aren't being shipped off across other cities is because you said you'd keep an eye out for us." For some reason Aisha started to laugh and I jumped again.

-Is amused at something. Is amused at your denial. Thinks you're uncomfortable with Dragon because she's acting like a parent.-

I…decided not to respond to that, and glanced back over to Dragon. With a sigh I tried to read her again. It was getting easier to cut away the fog around her, but she was good.

-Dragon is distracted but happy to see the Undersiders settling in…is having trouble with another group. Likely rebranded former Empire members, PRT likely taking a heavier hand on them than us. Her face only a simulation, not her real appearance.-

I scoffed at that last one, I already knew that since she never showed up in person. I might not be able to get everything out of her, but the smaller things were still a possibility.

Dragon's eyes lit up, and I didn't need my power to know that she was going to start talking. "So how have your investigations gone? With both the Empire and other things?"

"Well I've found a lot of very interesting little facts," I grinned smugly. "Jotunn has actually been in the city since around the 20th of March. Which was only a couple of days after a massacre during a fight between Gesellschaft and the German government. He's been biding his time, waiting for the Empire to be vulnerable enough to get his claws into them."

The fact that he had shown up while the Empire was being harassed by a spirit was a bad omen, and it couldn't be just a coincidence. Which made finding out as much as I could about him a little cathartic, if he was responsible for that thing attacking Brian…

I smirked. He wasn't going to take this city while I had any say, I still lived in it after all.

"And the other things?" I rolled my eyes at how coy she was being about this and simply demonstrated, and with a light wave of my arm I shot out a blast of wind. A very cool party trick if I didn't know I could use it to slice a car in half.

Eventually.

"Well I can do this now…and my powers don't give me as many headaches as they used to." My power could also be flicked on and off which made using it a lot less annoying than before. "If you're asking how many people are being affected, I'd say at least a couple thousand in the city, the only reason no one has noticed is because they don't know how to use their bending." Apparently it was a lot less intuitive than powers that someone like me would get from Triggering, at least until they found out about their power or someone taught them.

"Yes tha—" she was cut off, and I stiffened when I heard someone come in. Brian adjusted himself on the couch, briefly opening his eyes before closing them again.

The door was shut behind Rachel, and she grunted loudly as two of her dogs followed her, one of them trailing shadows and the other trailing with fire. Her powers had been the most changed, and we had been lucky that she hadn't lashed out as much as usual.

She had been a lot less…herself recently, a bit spacey even like she was seeing things that none of us could see in the same way. But then being a shaman tended to make people act…differently. That was all that Dragon had been willing to tell us, and Bitch had been spending a lot of time communing with the spirits. Apparently it helped with training her dogs, and she was ruthlessly willing to learn everything she could with her new power.

The only people she really ever talked to were some of the smarter spirits and some other person that she hadn't mentioned by name. It wasn't Erudition or Amy of the other shamans I had found out about, it was someone new. Whoever it was it had made Rachel start opening up to us, even if only a little. It had helped me figure out why Rachel was the way she was, though I hadn't mentioned how her power had rewired her brain.

It wouldn't end well.

Something jingled, catching my attention with the sound. Rachel grumbled but wasn't able to hide what she was holding in her hand. It was a small dog toy, written over with childish writings that obviously didn't belong to her. I smiled, and I could hear a low growl build in her throat.

"Oh…? Did you make a friend?" My smile was wiped from my face when I saw her expression and I lifted my arms in front of me.

She didn't look away, her snarl fading. "No. Some dumb brat wanted to pat my dog, and got attacked by a spirit. Tried to drag him off, so I grew Brutus and killed it. She still tried to pet him…stupid kid." I raised an eyebrow as she walked off, grumbling under her breath as her dog loyally followed her.

"Rachel seems to be doing well." Was all that Dragon had to say. I leaned back on my seat, mulling over how the attitude toward Rachel had changed over the past couple weeks.

Once she stopped attacking people as often they apparently started to be a little less abrasive towards her, and the less abrasive they were, the less that Rachel would get moody. It was basically the opposite of the loop that had made her into a supervillain. Especially with how often she dealt with Empire thugs trying to muscle their way into anywhere that she walked her dogs or near the shelters.

Now that she was on probation, Dragon was helping her with the shelters since Bitch wouldn't really fit in as hero. Even then the people around here were starting to hate her a lot less, since a lot of what she did…somehow made everything run better.

My computer was at least 40% faster than a week ago, and I hadn't had Dragon upgrade it yet. Rachel would literally talk or intimidate spirits into working better, and made everything run better. It could do the opposite too…since she made my gun misfire one time.

I tapped my fingers on my desk, biting my lip as I thought back to how everything was so different now.



If all of this was happening in a few months, what would it like in a few years?
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April 20th, 2011. 11:20AM

Basilia Rubio


I took deep breaths, batting aside a car with a burst of potent airbending. The battle had dragged on for minutes now, and what was left of the school was barely even standing. It was only the will of the spirits themselves that anything remained in place, quite literally holding down the fort with their own corpus and essence. The Verge had expanded out from the school, extending about one hundred meters on every side.

Even so Vista had done an incredible job turning this into a confusing maze for our opponents, with each and every intense bending of spacetime being reinforced and enhanced by the angry territorial spirits of the area.

A banshee shriek alerted me to one of the spirits, and I flipped in the air as claws failed to tear off my head. One of the Stalkers, the humanoid shadow spirits let out a low moan, it's restraints swelling as it floated down. The chains were no longer a weakness to be exploited, but unfortunately for them being in the halfway point between the physical and the spiritual had weakened them.

I ducked under a bolt of frozen acid which exploded on contact with the ground, leaving a mess of destroyed concrete wherever it hit. I cocked my weapon and didn't hesitate to fire.

BOOM!

The spirit was discombobulated by the particle blast, chunks of its goopy corpus shredded by the high energy attack. The Stalker was tall, but much more fragile than what would be expected from a spirit of that size.

Which meant that it's contract was a large strain on its corpus but granted it excessive physical strength and spiritual gifts at the expense of durability. The head spirit that I had labeled as Tyrant didn't have the same problem, clearly getting a much better deal out of their new master. It was a tough son of a bitch, I had knocked it down with walls of concrete and biotic blasts with little effect. I needed to find a weak spot because they had to have them.

It was a gut feeling you could say.

It raced towards me, flaring a powerful aura of killing intent that at this point did nothing but piss me the hell off. I fired two more times in rapid succession, with the first blowing off a limb while the second only did partial damage as the spirit phased itself.

The Stalkers all shared some basic abilities and traits, the standard toughness of a spirit, the ability to project their malice, a penchant for sadism, acid projectiles, shadow projectiles and the ability to phase out of sync with reality.

Like Shadow Stalker, but slightly less effective and not quite as intelligent.

We had succeeded in destroying four of them with brute force, damaging their corpus enough to destabilize them. But all of this would be a lot easier if they had a weak spot.

BWOOM!

A purple laser tore through the ground where I had been standing, and I took the time to pull on the Stalker shifting it into the blast. It let out a shrill scream before popping like a water balloon under the intense kinetic and gravitic energy of the spirit beam. The Tyrant was fast, strong and far more clever than the rest of its brethren, using its beams and mass to forcefully separate us into smaller groups.

Unfortunately for it I was not at all going to play it's little game of cat and mouse.

The Kodiak emerged in a burst of light, and two 5mm mass accelerator cannons made their debut in style. There was a flash as rounds tore through the atmosphere at Mach 25, shredding flesh and bone and armor wherever they struck. It was being piloted by Bakuda, and I could hear her war screech as she did several flips, the shuttle acting more like a fighter than the shuttle it was.

Then again a real fighter would be a monster that would flip and maneuver with enough G force to reduce a pilot to red mist.

An adhoc launcher pioneered by a partnership between Bakuda I and burst to life, loading several Bakuda special missiles. As I circled around the Tyrant, I launched a beam of warpfire searing its skin and buying time for the mad tinker.

BOOM!

Missile after missile struck the mad spirit, and I smirked as an entire arm was shredded by ice that was transferred through a spacetime detonation, outright shifting frozen ice from a parallel dimension. Another arm was instead transmuted through a phase alteration bomb, forcefully transmuting part of its corpus into diamond and glass. The follow up was a warp missile, combining a biotic warp with an induced spatial distortion into a single devastating weapon.

It let out a wheeze but it didn't fall to the single volley, instead it pulsed before sending out a bubble of altered space nearly knocking the Kodiak out of the sky with the wave of shifted air. I sighed and with a solid one two routine, I launched a five ton boulder at its chest. It toppled over, its arachnid limbs shattering upon impact with the ground.

How?

I looked closely, narrowing my eyes for why it had begun to take damage. There was a glint of something on its back, a tiny barely perceptible red object embedded in its epidermis.

I smiled.

There was a crackle on the channel, punching through the spacetime alteration of the school into a maze by Vista by not going through it in the first place.

"Erudition are you okay!" Vista's voice cracked as she apparently took on two Stalkers at once, if the data stream from my drone was correct. She was bending their attacks, twisting reality into a pretzel with her power. She had adapted readily to the machinations of spirits, so they weren't getting through as easily anymore. A biotic aura flared brightly, and in a blink she launched a biotic shockwave into one of the spirit's chest. The gravitic pulses shattered the bonds of its spiritual body, and my eyes narrowed at the ruby crystal that broke along with it.

Heh.

"I'm alright." The Kodiak flared its engines, looping around the Tyrant with little trouble. More missiles were loaded and then fired with a flare of blue light, tipped with contained M/AM warheads. Several micrograms of matter were converted to energy on the spot, and a hole was punched through its chest on impact. Three new missiles struck in a detonation of hardlight, shredding all in its path with splinters of specially formed energy.

I found Gallant leading the Rage spirits into a killbox, trapping them in a maze that went wild with the territorial school spirits. He let loose a rapidfire beam attack disrupting the enhanced forms of the bear like spirits. The smarmy school teacher smirked, and stabbed a cane into a jewel at the back of the heavily folded necks of the Rage entities. That shattered their existence in a mere moment.

A shadowy fist was caught inches from breaking my helmet, and the kinetic energy was deflected back onto itself, knocking down the dark entity that had attempted to attack me.

Assault smiled with a twinkle in his eyes. "You should be…more careful little lady, you have a few stalkers around." That stupid joke snapped me out of my previous inattentive behavior, and I reacted with a kick that shot out a white blast of fire into the Stalker's gut.

The kinetic manipulator let himself get hit by a tendril, and he viciously responded with a straight punch to a jewel on its left hip. It broke apart, and I launched the spirit with a slab of earth. It dissolved as it flew like a rocket, turning to dust and smoke as it died.

Space was shifted, and I blinked as the PRT agents we had been fighting alongside marched from a corridor of warped space, with Gallant showing up soon after. The rest of the spirits were gone, and the Tyrant was distracted as it was mercilessly peppered and harassed by Bakuda. Mass accelerator cannons continued to fire bullet after bullet in between missile barrages. Even then the Tyrant was healing from the damage.

As we gathered up, Vista continuously bent space, using the already destroyed vehicles as anchors for her power, bulging as her power shifted their mass. She routinely slowed the Tyrant's acid attacks, its triple dog heads launching fireballs and bursts of acid strong enough to melt steel.

She glanced at me and then at the ground, and with a grin I lifted a several ton mass of the former parking lot. The matter quickly expanded until it was closer to eighty metric tons.

"Neat huh?" Vista preened openly, and I wished she could see my smile. I focused, lowering into an earthbending stance. It was my third best element, and I was going to make use of that.

BOOM!

The Tyrant was toppled as I lifted and propelled to blazing speed the enormous mass of concrete and rock made from mass printed from another dimension. The stone cracked, and with a sigh I stepped with great force, reshaping the earthen material into a crude drill. The Tyrant let life a bloodcurdling scream as it tried to rip itself away from the giant blob of earth tearing through its insides.

"Jesus." The Captain was shaking her head, but refocused and arced her arms and twisted her hips. A powerful combined kick and punch thrust forward a continuous stream of explosive fire, followed up by a volley of compressed cutting wind. Vista smirked, and her biotic nodes cascaded as she began to freely bend gravity, freely blending it with her power to warp space.

She created a lens of air, right around a spot of harsh sunlight, focusing it into…

A fucking laser beam.

The beam scorched spirit flesh, and even seared off one of the dog heads into a puddle of unstable meat that decayed soon after.



Holy crap Taylor had created a monster in the form of a teenage girl.

"No…no…" The Tyrant muttered loudly, and its tail violently lashed out against the ground it flipped itself back onto its appendages, clicking them violently as it let out a pained moan that rattled my bones from dozens of meters away. The dark spirit's mandibles flickered and it let out a keening call. It flinched and its glare became laser focused on myself.

Oh crap.

It began to bulge, a pressure wave knocking the entire group off of our feet as something began to build at a higher and higher rate. Blood drained from my face, as I realized what was going on.

"We need to get out of here now!" They all looked at me, and I didn't give them the option of saying no. "Door to Athena!" A gate opened, and I pushed every single one of them through as the creature began to tear open at the seams, acid and blood spilling as it filled to bursting with energy.

"THE VYASA MUST DIE." It's words were meaningless to me, and I still didn't understand the strange title that so many spirits gave me. What was so special about me to deserve a title?

"Bakuda…does the Kodiak have the clamps attached?" There was a pause on her end as she circled around the spirit.

"Huh…you're a real crazy bitch aren't ya?" I shrugged at her from the ground, and she let out a guffaw. "Well I'll follow you anywhere boss." I could see her salute from a window and I rolled my eyes.

I began to form a warp and burst at top speed with reduced mass and airbending. Fifty meters were crossed in less than half a second, and with a smirk I shoved another biotic attack down its ugly throat, shredding a mandible in the process. I formed jets of flame, taking true flight with firebending for the first time. A side door opened, and Bakuda jumped out of the vehicle, landing on my back. The shuttle accelerated past us on autopilot, and the Tyrant screamed as strong electro-hydraulic clamps made for lifting up land vehicles firmly pressed down on its neck.

It gave a final hateful glare before the shuttle flared with the light of a mass effect field.

BWWUMP!

The spirit and shuttle vanished from sight, shattering windows as they flew miles high in the sky. An orb of black light followed, and I could still pick up the distant signature of my shuttle as it stuttered in the air. Several seconds later a sonic boom echoed, the destructive attempt at violent murder-suicide failing spectacturaly.

"What did you do?" Vista emerged from the door left open for an emergency exit, looking perturbed and awed at the same time. The unreality of the Verge was beginning to fade, and a multitude of now homeless spirits let out sad cries at the condition of their schools. It made me wonder if I could pay for repairs, it's not like I didn't have money to spare, and I was already donating a fair amount of money anyway. As well…as possibly using some of my personal wealth for political lobbying for good causes. Like more and better funding for public schools and other needed infrastructure.

Right…Vista.

I twirled on my heels, straightening my back to face her. "I used the shuttle to launch the spirit into the air at Mach 5. If we hadn't done that, it would have blown up with enough force to wipe out a city block." Vista looked shocked by my statement, and the PRT vans returned in force, accompanied by Miss Militia.

"Oh…"

I sighed. "We could have done better."
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April 20th, 2011. 11:50AM

Basilia Rubio


The non-descript man who had given me his name as Albert Davis, cleared his throat adjusting his recorder. "Thank you for agreeing with this interview Erudition. It's provided us with much needed information." He offered his hand and I shook it with true politeness as I stood up.

"You're welcome, this incident has been equally enlightening. Is there anything else you need to ask of me?"

"Not at all, you've been sufficiently cooperative."

I nodded. "Thank you again." I hurried over to the door, opening it and muttering a pointed goodbye as I began to evaluate the joint mission with the Protectorate and the PRT. My interviewer had been helpful, pointing out mistakes that had been made during our intervention at Winslow.

We should have gotten better intel of the school beforehand, being a bit too overzealous, and the fact we had gotten permission to go in with the Wards to begin with was a mistake from higher command. I wouldn't dare repeat those same mistakes again, I would do better.

I had no choice in that matter.

At the least there wouldn't be a fuss with the Youth Guard partially because the Brockton Bay division is anemic and partially because they're being sued by several parties across New England. Some issue with how they treated the Wards involving how they favored the parents and a boatload of corruption. Not my problem since it was already being dealt with. It didn't seem to be a problem endemic to the entire organization but reform was needed.

I retraced the path I had originally taken to show up to the interview, a place that had grown familiar with every event that involved capes. Meetings with Piggot have gone down significantly, and I honestly preferred it that way…she wasn't bad but her agents are a lot less bitchy than she is.

The official ID we had allowed my team to go into areas that aren't considered restricted, a practical and frankly sensible policy that was surprising coming from the PRT literally known for incompetence. But then Worm was from the perspective of Taylor who…wasn't exactly the most unbiased observer.

I don't ever expect hypercompetence from an organization of people but they certainly can't be quite as bad as Fanon(and Canon) would have you believe.

Right?

I moved through the hallway relentlessly, seeking the exit so I could get her my head together. There was so much more to learn about the threat of this Mother of Miseries, was it the title of the last remnant of the Deep Ones? If so then what were we really dealing with here?

Even my brief conversations with Singer-of-Rebirth revealed something truly horrific was buried somewhere in the city, and the PRT was having a hard time even confirming some of the locations that Lung had indicated with at least a third of them being reduced to ash and rubble by the dragon man himself. The worst part was how he left so much evidence and data intact for us.

As well as turning down most of his criminal operations for some reason, no drug peddling or other unsavory enterprises, though their brothels still seemed to be a thing. I…had a very hard time reconciling this Lung with the image I originally expected. Either his shard was fucking with his head as much as it did to Sophia and Elle or he was intelligent enough to realize that the city was changing.

I had compacted my shotgun, leaving it attached to my magnetic holders in case of a spirit invasion. The PRT had said nothing on my weapon so I left it in place, even so they gave me glances as I sauntered towards the roof access door. I would portal back to base, and start some assembly of more weapons and more advanced armor and tech. I was close to making a breakthrough with unlocking a new tech tree, which included some unfortunately incomplete bits and pieces of Prothean and Inusannon technology.

It…wasn't as extensive as you would imagine, just some math and hints of biotic evocations to draw energy from your surroundings to power one's Biotics. A rather dangerous task since failure would either result in nothing or in fireworks as your body was torn apart by the intense energies passing through you.

For example the Protheans could draw upon ambient heat, planetary magnetic fields and existing dark matter and energy to elevate their power to enormous heights.

I'm…not going to try something that insane yet.

I could feel the wind even through my armor, and my mind sensed the discordant vibration that could only come from a stray tendril of dark energy passing through the planet, enough to fuel the planet in the right circumstances. It would pass us by within a matter of hours before being replaced by another tendril of dark matter and energy, even if it's only in minuscule amounts for the first case. Most dark matter formed a halo due to its lack of ability to interact with normal baryonic material.

Yet it had been coupled with the fifth force responsible for everything that was now possible in this world. The spirits, the soul, bending and shamanism were all united by something truly ancient.

Which was why the new race I had gotten close to unlocking was so interesting, they had figured out space travel in an era without Eezo, an impossibility unless I was missing something very grave indeed. If I could understand and combine this new race's tech I might be better able to emulate shard physics alteration.

My shard-tech was innately less able, because I had a hard time replicating some of their more exotic composition, molecules of synthetic matter with very special properties, using exotic atoms with properties including hyperconductivity, metric altering properties, fusion catalyzation, and exotic magnetic field structures that made the Entities a bunch of freaks.

My experiments with the subatomic were bearing fruit in that department, because gaining high precision for manipulation of particles was highly useful for creating stable exotic matter. But god was it hard as shit…and I needed to go home now…people were starting to stare.

"Gate to Athena…" A hand placed itself on my shoulder as soon as I had opened the portal, and I shifted my head to glance at the intruder.

And then blanched.

The heavily reinforced elbow length dark gloves weren't an immediate giveaway, but the visor, the tower on her chest and her dark skin tight costume certainly were.

I swallowed under my helmet as I stared up into the visor of Alexandria. The cape capable of lifting a skyscraper, of flying around at nearly one hundred times the speed of sound and durable enough to withstand hits from the Avatar of an Entity. With a moderately useful Thinker power on top of that…

"Erudition?" Taylor emerged from the portal in her costume, and things went from bad to worse as she stared down the most powerful woman in the world.

"Hello Alexandria." I swiftly suppressed my need to scream, and Taylor stepped completely out of the portal, the hole in space shutting behind her. The insects in the area fell under the spell of Monarch, and I could feel her gaze sharpen upon noting the sight of her old idol from her youth.

The hero removed her hand from my shoulder to my relief, and she glanced at Taylor for a few beats. She was actually shorter than my friend if far stronger and tougher. She had only a single weakness that Taylor was perfectly able to exploit.



A member of Cauldron stood before me, while the girl that killed her in another life had shown up at the same time.



The universe really does hate me doesn't it?
 
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April 20th, 2011. 11:55AM

Basilia Rubio


After the heart attack that Alexandria had given me, we had followed her to another more inconspicuous location and after some self scanning for bugs as well as an automated security check of Athena we were eventually led to one of the new highly secure conference rooms.

"We don't have much time to talk here, I still have duties elsewhere." I raised an eyebrow as the nearly ultimate Brute marched toward the conference table which was currently occupied with a rather small group of heroes including Chevalier, Armsmaster and Myriddin. The insects Taylor had brought with her vibrated and I was certainly sure I was the only one to notice which meant she was channeling her emotions into the swarm.

Which was actually distinct from Skitter, she didn't send her emotions into the swarm, she expressed them through them instead. Some tests had revealed she could literally send out emotional aura's through her insects, which reminded me of the possible alternate configurations of her power.

One of them was a Master/Changer power involving emotional channeling and alteration and a versatile Master minion. Creating a Brute power would be a lot more difficult unless she was willing to make herself a shield out of thousands of bugs.

Which…not to disparage her but I don't think she would give a shit about the bugs. She was weird like that, not that there was anything wrong with that of course, I liked her too much to care about a few fla—Ahem.

Taylor and I found our own seats, and I wondered if this meeting had been prepared or if we had just been lucky enough to have enough extra seats. It was at least only a small group of heroes, with one of them being trustworthy and the computer screen meant that Dragon would probably be joining us.

"What is this about exactly? I don't much like getting surprised…" I grumbled in complaint but didn't bother fighting this unless it turned out to be something unimportant to me. Then I would simply leave.

"The declaration of an S-class threat isn't an everyday occurrence Erudition," Alexandria spoke with a confidence that could only come from decades of experience. "You've only provided the generalities of what we're dealing with, and I would prefer a more clear picture."

"That does not really explain why we have two other heroes from different cities," I clicked my tongue in distaste. "And I don't know much more than what I've told you, which is why I was returning to base to ask the only person who has any idea what this Mother of Miseries is."

"The Mother of Miseries? Interesting name…" Myriddin chipped in, his wizard getup catching my eye.

"It's what those dark spirits were calling her when it…or she enhanced them with some type of pact. All of this…it seems like it's testing the waters, trying to figure out the strategies it needs to break us." I shook my head, flicking a flame on and off. "It's why I was leaving in the first place."

"So this Mother of Miseries can manipulate spirits?" Armsmaster sounded worried beneath his slightly stilted tone.

"Only relatively weak ones relating to negative emotions, spirits of anguish, of rage and of hatred. They're not inherently evil, but they can be swayed and darkened with little issue." I had done tests with rage spirits myself, boosting my physical strength with a short litany.

I had managed to kick a car ten meters into the air with the boost, so there was certainly an advantage to calling upon the strength of the spirits.

"You learned about this entity from your informant…a Case 53?" Alexandria hesitated, and I only noticed because of my helmet's software compiling social data.

"Yes. While she hasn't personally met whatever this threat is, she has an accurate record of the general nature and behavior of what we're dealing with. If I can get an accurate picture of what we're dealing with we can form a plan to destroy this thing."

"Is destroying this creature truly the best option?" Alexandria didn't seem eager to try to keep anything alive, it seemed more like personal curiosity or a worry of the consequences. But I decided to be blunt anyway.

"If we don't then we'll have to quarantine the city and then incinerate it down to its foundations." My reply was dry and I could see the horror from Myriddin and Chevalier.

"It's that bad…?" Chevalier was the one asking, and I bit my lip as my senses sharpened in response. His shard was decidedly more alien, my eyes blinking to catch its constantly twisting whirlwind of shattered space. Before my eyes I could see how the fabric of the Branes were melded together, how physics itself was altered with his power.

Then I remembered his secondary power and I felt a little cold. How much would he be able to glean from Taylor, or from me? I might not have Triggered in the normal sense but Veda had been a shard once upon a time.

She had simply been reforged in fire and void and cold and de—

Chevalier flinched, and I saw the subtle quiver in his hands. Which likely confirmed my suspicions, though I had my doubts it was intentional. He was a powerful cape in his own right, though it did make it annoying. Not that there would be much to go on for whatever gave me my power, it's not unlikely that the Bans affect other people's attempts to find forbidden knowledge. And getting a glimpse at my power would be impossible without something able to penetrate Veda's defenses.

I needed to reply.

"This…Mother of Miseries is an exponential threat at the very least, and it's creations make it something similar to a biotinker. And unlike Nilbog it won't be content to rule a little fiefdom for a decade."

"And why is that?" Chevalier asked, and I answered back.

"Because from what I've been told it's very purpose is suffering."

"Suffering?" Alexandria added, tilting her head.

"It…wishes to inflict suffering on well…all of humanity, like a paperclip maximizer designed to torture any form of life capable of suffering or feeling pain." There was a chill in the room, and I could tell that my words struck them hard.

"Why?" Alexandria got to the heart of it, and I felt like laughing. Why was certainly the question, wasn't it?

"That's what I'm trying to find out, I'm not an infinite well of knowledge. I have limits on what I know…this is simply outside my own expertise. I'm sorry." There was a genuine sense of apology, because this was important and could be life saving in the right circumstances.

The four capes huddled together, and after a single beat came to a silent agreement.

Collin cleared his throat. "Dragon." The screen responded automatically, revealing a serious looking AI woman.

"You've been highly involved in this latest debacle, so we decided to inform you for your own expertise if nothing else." Alexandria spoke again, and Dragon shrunk down to reveal footage of some kind.

"Inform?" The brute cape nodded.

"Coil was found dead somewhere in the vicinity of Boston, in a modest forest." There was an image or two that were…incredibly gruesome, and I kept bile from rising at the sight of what was left of the guy. "An autopsy identified him, and confirmed that he had a Corona Pollentia…though there were signs of brain trauma before his death."

"Why is that important?" Taylor tapped in, and I shuffled a little closer to alleviate some of my anxiety. Fuck my nerves were shot.

"At first there was no correlation, until my sensors noted a Dimensional breach from the spirit world as well as sightings of a large group of nomadic capes in the area. Your mentioning of the connection between this…alteration of powers and that portal gave us what we needed." For once I had no idea what they were going with, I had some vague ideas of some group of capes but they hid their tracks well enough to be out of mind.

"I'm not following." Taylor was glancing over to me, and some of her insects were doing their usual fluttering about.

"We call them The Voyagers." I felt a hitch in my throat at the blurry, unclear pictures, and a sinking feeling rose. The first picture was of a young woman around my age, with straight brown hair from what I could tell.

"That would be…?" I honestly had no clue because that was frankly out of my range of influence since I largely stuck to New Hampshire. Mostly.

"This is the leader of the group, a Master, Brute, and Changer." I analyzed the young woman's costume. It was simple, a white toga with black serpent designs along the lines of the robe. "We know her as Echidna…"

Jesus fucking Christ, am I a joke to you universe?



Don't answer that.

Dammit I'm crazy aren't I?

"Echidna huh…" Well she was looking much better than I expected, since she wasn't currently a wall of rampaging murder flesh. Though from behind her domino mask there was still a hint of crazy that terrified me.

"She has been determined to create what are either projections or biotinkered creations with superpowers that strongly resemble the power of her teammates." Dragon was dry in her tone, and I very much wanted to go home and sleep forever. "A team made up of a total of twelve capes."

Oh fuck me in the Alps…

"Switcheroo." The cape in the image was definitely Krouse, though his costume was different, and…sort of looked like Jack Sparrow cosplay. "Solaire." That was Sundancer, but in blue. "Railgun." Luke was also in blue. "Revert." This was the blurriest of the photos, all I could see was that Cody had grown out his hair. "Fantasm." Another blurry image, labeled as a Changer. "Onmyoji." This was a new one, and Dragon had more to say on this one. "She appeared after an incident involving the Yangban…there are suspicions she escaped from their clutches."

"Yeah…" I stared at the new cape. She was in my age range, and her costume was basic in design but shiny. It was a skintight bodysuit colored silver, with black wavelength patterns along her arms, hips, and back. She had a fair amount of armor on top of the bodysuit, including a vest that had to be a nanoceramic and carbon-tube fiber with some spongy matrix tying them together. The same material made up her pauldrons, along with armor lining parts of her arms, knees and other vulnerable spots. They had her wavelength pattern as well.

She's new.

Dragon continued. "Rhizome." I'm 90% sure that's just a rebranded Blasto. "Pax." The image was blurry yet there was a feeling that this some type of clone of a cape(or his shard was stolen) "Fume Hood." I…didn't even have to ask with that one did I? "There is one other cape but he's not been given a designation." Probably Oliver. "And their final member would be Empathy." It was a girl maybe about a year older than Vista, so about sixteen. Again the image was blurry, but I didn't recognize her at all. Brunette I think? Based on the name, she would probably have to be a Master cape of some kind.

So did they pick up a random cape or what?

"Right. Why is this relevant?"

"Because we are quite certain that one of them is a shaman, and that they were once The Travelers…but rebranded and expanded. Current thinking is that they're making a bee line for Brockton Bay." She passed me a digital file, and I could tell that the others had the same file to look at and examine for themselves.

A number of scattered incidents up and down the American continent, from the tip of Alaska down to the most isolated jungles in Central America. Reports of some cape team taking care of strange potentially Parahuman incidents across the continent. All of them had the signs of spirit incursions of different kinds, with Echidna doing her job as a wandering shaman like some type of RPG protagonist. I was a little more static since dedicating literal decades to quelling the entire planet would piss me the hell off.

"Oh you're definitely right on the money there, there's a certain vibe from her that fits. If she's been placating spirits across the continent and she's coming here." I didn't have to say anything more on that. Someone that wandered that much, heading straight for us was a bad sign of what we were dealing with. "But I still don't entirely understand why you're telling this to me." I…had a fuzzy idea but there were easily half a dozen possibilities.

Alexandria straightened. "We believed your history with them might shed some light on…" my face twisted into a grimace right at that moment.

"I believe there are some misunderstandings here, while I know of The Travelers we've never met. I only found out about them while piecing together a few things here and there. Though the existence of these Voyagers does make Coil's form of death a little more clear."

"Clear?" Chevalier added.

"Based on his…injuries he was clearly mauled by a large grouping of spirits, and the damage to his Corona Pollentia is likely due to their ability to interfere with powers. Even if they hadn't attacked him, he would have died from brain damage within minutes." A bad way to go really, though it made me curious on what that meant for his shard.

"So do you expect them to help us deal with this…Mother of Miseries?" I shrugged.

"It's not unlikely, but I'm not really an expert on the dynamics of this team." I cleared my throat, feeling tired. "Will that be all?" They nodded, and I leaned back. "Then I'll take my leave, I'll see what I can scrounge up on this little problem of ours…you have my contact information." They nodded.

Fucking finally.
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April 21st, 2011. 6:00PM

Basilia Rubio


"So what exactly are we doing here?" Grace questioned Taylor as she led us to one of the newly built rooms inside Lotus Base Alpha, the largest and first base on the planet. It was located in the equivalent of California, though the lotus lake was a rather large distinction. Beta was a mining base, a lucky break that exposed a rich vein of ore including vast amounts of platinum, iridium and gold.

Gamma was in the middle of a dry rocky desert, and was for destructive testing of weapons and technology. I had learned my lesson with assembling weapons of mass destruction near our main base of operations.

Then there was Delta which was primarily involved with biological studies and engineering, studying local fauna and flora, and experimenting with advanced genetics. I had stuck to basic enhancements within human norms, and a few adjustments for cybernetic integration but there was more I could do…later.

"Basilia…you aren't listening at all." I jumped to attention, and I blushed when Taylor placed her hand on my head, her lips pulling into a smile.

"Sorry…what were we going to do again?" Her expression turned serious, and I ignored how my heart beat just a little faster as we entered the arena. I started to understand very quickly what we were here for as Trigraphic systems began to turn on at our approach.

"Cool…" Dinah looked fascinated, and winced when she bumped into an equally fascinated Charlotte. She was still nursing a few bruises though a quick scoot and a tap with healing water cleared them up in seconds. Amy was with us out of costume, and looked around with a curious expression.

Taylor spun on the balls of her feet, and began walking backwards to talk to us directly. "I'm glad you asked since no one else was listening either." Her tone was cheeky, and the team(plus Amy) didn't meet her eyes. "I've decided that we need to start working together more effectively. We're a team and all but we're not coordinated. We have to be working together." There was a recollection in my mind of something, and I caught a faint glimmer of the Administrator's shadow in her speech and mannerisms.

"So you want to use the new combat simulator for team exercises, get everyone to better synchronize with one another?" I yawned, feeling tired after a sleepless night.

"Got it in one." Taylor was shockingly peppy today, and it was a nice change of pace. I tended to be a fair bit more energetic, though I had been toning it down as I got more comfortable with her, and with people in general. I'm usually pretty quiet if I don't get into a topic I really like. Then I can be a real chatterbox…so if Taylor wants to take some of my energy from nerves she can be my guest.

"So…what are we going to be punching holograms?" Bakuda joked a bit though that faded at Taylor's…well her natural face.

"No…I've been reading up on a few things." I could hear the rustle of a book that I had printed from Veda's storage banks on a whim. It was essentially a manual on the war doctrines of the different races, from the Volus love affair with missiles to the Salarian's spy work and subterfuge.

Which was…a little worrying in the fact it had found its way into Taylor's clutches. But also a little relieving since things were starting to get out of hand, and I wasn't really an expert in fighting battles.

"You'll be sitting this one out." My fugue ended at the sudden shift, and she pointed to her temple. I nodded when I got what she meant. "You can join us in an hour." She dragged our teammates plus Panacea along, and I giggled at their terrified looks.

Poor bastards.

I walked out of the room, following my mini-map with ease though at this point my memory was photographic enough to no longer make that necessary. I found myself in a meditation room, and the scented candles in the room made me relax my tense shoulders. I shut the door and with my firebending I ignited the nice smelling candles, and then sat down on a soft red cushion. My legs crossed of their own accord, and I placed my hands facing palms up as I began my meditation.

I had left myself ignorant to the nature of the shard-spirits, and had been caught off guard, not fully comprehending the weight of what I had done with my almost instinctual subversion of the Firmament of Zion, and of the scattered remains of Eden. I would be ignorant no more, and for that to happen…?

I needed to meditate.

I listened to the sound of my own breathing, listened to the drone of dark energy that permeated the cosmos, listened to the electric whine of every little bit of tech around me. Listened to my own thoughts as I grabbed a focus and simply let go.

It took some time to parse that I could no longer smell the wonderful candles or feel the pillow under my butt. There was the distant sensation of keeping the candle flames in check but little else of the sensations of the physical world.

I let my arms fall to my sides, and my palms lightly scraped against what felt like soft crystalline material. My eyes opened, and I blinked at the dark void, a place that resembled the space between planets and stars. It wasn't completely empty though, I could see the bright twinkle of many colorful islands in this seemingly infinite space, and it was beautiful.

The confirmation of a personal theory of mine only added to the wonderful landscape of altered reality and insanity that spread for what had to be thousands of miles. The Firmament or Shardspace had always been rather confusing, but my theories were rather extensive. Their multidimensional nature was a big clue…

Shards were constantly coated in a field of altered reality, space bent and the physical laws twisted. Their computational substrate extended into the extra spatial dimensions, a phase space hidden from our normal eyes. This allowed them to bend space far more easily with their greater access to the machinery of the universe. As well as being able to shift into other universes for mass and energy.

The Firmament was simply an extension of that, an artificial multidimensional Brane that would house a fragment of the individual shard's reducing lag time down to nothing. It was a Hub, connecting shards across thousands of Earths. In that strange space, an Avatar would act as a representative of a shard and they would operate their shard shenanigans, like budding, multi triggers and Case 70s, the entire shebang in a single united generated dimension.

This synthetic baby universe wasn't the most stable thing however, requiring the main Entity to keep it from getting clogged essentially. This shard hosting Brane was placed right on top of normal reality, a large bubble of hyperdimensional existence connected through breaches across universes.

Which…was essentially identical to the spirit world in their coordinates. Our 3D Brane was the Inner Sphere, and the spirit world was separated into three layers. The first was the Outer Sphere, which sat on top of the material plane like a film of wrapping. The High Spirit was on top of that layer, and was far more warped and chaotic but it still had laws of physics.

It coincidentally intersected with Shardspace in some ways, and both locations were then wrapped around by the Abstract Spirit. Here physics and reality were fleeting, and it was considered the final layer of Reality before reaching what I just knew as The Outside. The true space between multiverses…and there was little information outside of it being completely hostile to life without a bubble of reality around you. And that wasn't what I was supposed to be talking about.

I stood up from my resting spot on the rough coarse ground, and looked down at the crystalline surface of the island I was standing on. Off in the distance were the other shards, numbering in the dozens at the least. This Firmament was different, being made out of the phase-space of the spirit world instead.

There were technically infinite spirit worlds, accounting for each and every universe in our multiversal cluster. The spirit world was much like a membrane that connected all universes together, with different angles leading to different universes. It was…complicated.

Each shard had their Genius Loci, formed out of their multidimensional bodies, and the Firmament of Alaya was a Spirit Bubble permanently linking every shard in the network between universes. And since it was considered a part of the spirit world that meant that as a shaman I could…

"Hello Basilia." I smiled lightly, turning around at the sound of the Administrator's voice. She looked the same as always, a warped reflection of Taylor who was just different enough to not confuse me. Her fragment in this place was a dull red, with chitinous plant life growing through the cracks, spreading out fractal branches and leaves to feed off the unnatural sunlight above our heads. Trillions of creatures vibrated along their stems, taking forms that were both biological and mechanical. In the center of the island there was a nondescript house bobbing on a surface of grey sludge that rippled at my approach.

My eyebrows lifted at the sight of the Administrator rocking back and forth on a rocking chair, looking as comfortable as one could be. "Hey…you seem to be having a good time." She gave a lazy wave, and I suddenly found myself in a comfy chair of my own. I didn't question it, knowing how the spirit world goes at this point.

Queenie smirked, eyes filling with happiness. "Indeed it has been a jolly old time as you humans say. Administrating the network has kept me busy, but at least I am not alone in that task." She pointed to myself, and I blinked repeatedly.

"Huh?" Her mirth was heard in her breathy laughter, and I pouted. I had come here through astral projection, and it had been almost too easy. There were answers I was seeking, and Veda wasn't always the most talkative nowadays.

"You forget yourself Basilia, Veda was once a shard of Administration herself. Much of her time is used up in keeping Alaya stable, though each and every shard does their part to maintain the cohesion of our shared reality." Well that explains a lot of what she does then. She always has that faraway look on her face.

"So where is she?" I yelped when Queenie flicked my collarbone, tapping my chest with little strength behind it.

"Veda is where she always is…within your immortal human soul, following her programming, her Purpose. You are the Host to her spirit, her avatar if you would." That brought back memories, and I had to hastily close my jaw as I came to a conclusion.

"I'm like…him aren't I?" I asked quietly, and she nodded silently. There had been many lingering thoughts and speculations, questions that I wasn't sure how to ask, and wasn't sure I even wanted the answers to them.

Unlike normal Parahumans, I was directly fused with Veda, her corpus embedded and entangled with the machinery of my soul. Spirit-shard Parahumans instead had their Corona Pollentia and Gemma turn into pieces of spirit corpus, their body acting as a conduit for their shard's powers. While a fusion was possible, such a thing happened only in rare occurrences like Ash Beast and tended to go poorly for the human in the equation.

I didn't have that problem though, I retained my humanity even if there were clearly some things that had been knocked askew. But I would just have to deal with the problems as they came, there were more important things to do.

"Are you alright? I can call Taylor if you want?" There was concern in the spirit's voice and I shook my head, rubbing my eyes.

"Nah. I'm good, I…just wanted an update on how things are going here. I have no idea how many shards are in our little group." She let out a snort and I looked at her funny. "Why are you laughing? This isn't a joke." She coughed, and pointed up.

"You really don't know do you?" I pouted, but did as instructed.

Oh.

The Shardspace was far more full than I had originally expected, and my jaw dropped at the sheer expanse of the spiritual plane. The sky was littered with dozens of islands, fractal crystals that while at their base were red, they would shift into an array of colors at their ends. I counted more than forty, and there had to be far more off in the horizon.

"Just how many shards are in Alaya?"

"You mean as a whole or your Hub specifically?" My eyebrows furrowed at her statement, what difference did that make?

"Alaya is the collective number of shards altered by the phase change, but not all have joined into a single Hub. There are several different Hubs in fact, with this Hub being run by Veda and myself."

"Then how many shards are within my Hub then?" I asked caustically, as I was starting to regret coming here. The noble shard hummed, and answered swiftly.

"In total we have collected around a hundred shards from those shards willing to join us, and from shards we have defeated in combat."

"Come again?" I responded slowly, and the Administrator smiled.

"Indeed, many of the shards here have been rather accommodating, with even the ones who preferred to be on their own remaining friendly with our network." I flinched when the entire space filled with the chorus of a hundred shards outputting enough energy to rival thousands of nuclear explosions.

Fucking hell.

"Are there any I know or recognize?" Queenie lifted from her chair, floating in the air with a smirk.

"Indeed there are! Demesnes-Keeper, Concoction, Exudation, Howitzer, The Dichotomizer, Shaper, The Fragile One, Efficacy, Accumulator…" With each and every shard I got an image of the cape, with the last one before her pause being Battery. She started again. "Lambda, Correspondence, Fate, Mien, Compensation, Adjustment, Sting, Continuum, Shift, Kinesis, Multifacet, Auricular Ordinance, The Armamentarium, Suspension…" I began to label them in my head at that point.

Bakuda, Charlotte, Dinah, Dean, Aegis, Browbeat, Flechette, Missy, Velocity, Assault, Kid Win, Roy, Hannah, and Dennis.

"I…" She shushed me and I felt horror when she didn't stop.

"Refinement, Tantra, Prince Administrator…" She sounded proud at that one. "Old Bailiwick, Revision, Aurora, Negotiator, Darkness, The Safeguard, Stitched Heart, Ablative Growth, Flare, Light Compaction, Illumination, Rho Aias, Assail, Energize, Effervescence, Acoustic Manipulator, Blade-works, Empowerment, Absorb, Redirection, Ingenuity, Attainment, Transporter, Gatherer, Scrapper, Nautilus, Multiply, Implement, Grand Distortion, Marker, Whirlwind, Brand, Mobilizer…"

Oh gods why.

Dragon, Sabah, Aiden, some person, Kayden, Lisa, Brian, Aisha, Alec, Rachel, The entirety of New Wave, I'm pretty sure Effervescence was Myrddin, then it was Cricket, Hookwolf, Othala, Victor, Krieg, Leet, Uber, Squealer, Mush, Trainwreck, Sveta, Crusader, I think Implement was Canary, the next had to be Theo, Mouse Protector, Stormtiger, Ravager and Chariot.

Fuck how did I know all that?

"Queen what the fu—" she got a second wind.

"Where was I? Right…then there's Metallica, Reset, The Probability Engine, The Disruptor, Metric Alternator, and there's another two dozen buds currently without names in our network…"

Weld, Alabaster, Shamrock, Ashley Stillons, Scrub, and a shitload of little baby shards ready to wreck the city with their newfound awareness.

"Anything else?" I instantly regretted my question when she literally brightened up.

"There is another Hub as well…Switch is one of their members in fact."

"The Voyagers are a Hub? God don't bother continuing, who are the shards not joining with us?" That felt like a more interesting topic for me…

"There are several, the High Theurgist is curious and wishes to see our mettle under a crisis, though he will freely assist us in a time of need." That's good, being on friendly terms with the shard of Dauntless sounded important. "I've left Phase in the cold since she's Sophia's shard…She was always kind of a bitch." I laughed at that one. "Then there is the Escalation Engine, Reconfiguration, The Destroyer, Extruder, and Staunch."

Lung, Oni Lee, Chevalier, Kaiser, and Alexandria.

"R-Right." She stood up, waving her arms frantically.

"But do not worry, I believe I can swing The Destroyer to our side with some incentive." She reassured me.

I laughed with a crazed edge to my tone. "What…do you plan to seduce him or what?" I made a joke, and was found wanting.

Her eyes sparkled. "Would that work…perhaps…" She seriously mulled the idea of seducing the shard of someone maybe twice Taylor's age.

I need bleach.

"Well this has been quite enlightening, but I'm going home now." I merrily skipped, and was beginning the procedure to return back to the material plane.

"Don't you want to know how defeated shards join our network?" She looked sad to see me go and I twitched violently.

"Let me guess, we shoot them with a friendship cannon ala Magical Girl Lyrical Nanoha after beating their Hosts. Am I right or what?" Her silence was telling.

Haaa…just great.

"I'm sorry for the trouble." QA apologized.

I rolled my shoulder, and my neck got a crick out despite existing in a spiritual body instead of a real one.

"It's alright, it's not your fault…or mine. I should go." She didn't speak but there was a sense of another message given to me as I snapped back to reality in a meditation position. The flames of the candles had risen at my emotions and I let my mental state calm as I took deep breaths.

I stood up, dusting off my loose jeans since I wanted to be comfortable for my trip to the higher dimensional planes of reality. Something felt like it was knocked open, and I would evaluate that at a later date. If there was something new I wanted to see it when I wasn't going to be busy training.

I also was going to have to question Dinah at some point, it was just a feeling.
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April 21st, 2011. 7:00PM

Basilia Rubio


I nursed a bruise from getting shot with holographic bullets and wondered what my life had turned into. Amy gave me a quick touch-up, combining her healing with her biokinesis to heal a person in a tenth of the time. Off to the sides I could see Taylor barking orders, and a mutually exhausted and terrified Dinah, Charlotte and Grace following her words to the letter. Charlotte blasted the area with a barrage of energy spears, cutting down holograms with ease and then reducing the impact when the scenario's changed from authorized lethal force to non-lethal takedowns.

The entire arena was upended as the newest member of our team lifted up rock and rubble with kicks and twists of her nice hips. Taylor's swarm danced, splitting up into bundles and formations in a three dimensional space. We had been training together for a good while now, splitting up the role and taking some cues from the tactics(is that the right word?) of ancient doctrines. Bakuda had obviously been made into our heavy weapons specialist, she carried most of our explosives and would at some point be allowed to wield a super-heavy weapon. I was thinking about a CAIN…

Charlotte was playing a more conventional 'infantry' type role, but her earthbending definitely gave her options that someone without bending wouldn't have. She had a double layer barrier that would protect her from most modern firearms, and could wrap stone around her if necessary. She had sensory reception that would make her a fine sniper, which was what we were going for. Some tests had revealed she could make a near perfect shot from two kilometers out, and some Tinkertech outfitting would make her a non-lethal threat.

If that's what she wanted of course.

I was a mix between a combat engineer and a biotic specialist, and could put up barrier emplacements and turrets for some added offense and defense. Unfortunately I wasn't allowed to make use of those tools at good old Winslow because they would cause too much damage to the school. Which…didn't age very well did it?

Electronic and spiritual warfare was one of my most potent weapons, and could be used to degrade enemy sensors and defense while bolstering my allies. And of course as a tinker I could maintain everyone's gear as needed and Bakuda could do the same.

Dinah's role would be more confusing due to her Precognition, but her proficiency with chi-blocking, as well as chi manipulation was of interest to everyone including Dinah. We were thinking of an Enforcement gauntlet, special gloves with mass effect cores that would generate immense inertia on impact. Think one punch man in the form of a teen girl, with variable settings and a neural disruptor so she doesn't accidentally kill someone. She would be something a little more unique because of that, and would technically count as part of the BattleNet system with a mix of supersoldiers bouncing off of walls with Ty Lee acrobatics.

Eventually.

Panacea was acting as our medic though I would be perfectly capable of filling that role all by my lonesome. A combination of medi-gel and soon to be FDA approved medical nanomachines and magic healing tends to clean up most types of injuries.

Except death…probably.

The room shuddered as a holo-mech emerged, firing shots that would instantly trigger a 'death' due to the sheer firepower available to modern battle-suits and mechanized mobile platforms. Dinah moved instantly, muttering something into Bakuda's ear that made her smile. The Precog flicked on an omni-tool, and lashed out with an incendiary attack, catching the fake machine's programmed attention. A virtual missile struck where Dinah had been standing, the young girl rolling on the ground before muttering a few phrases.

The mech was slammed into by an invisible force, and Bakuda shouted as she lifted up a rocket launcher. With a thump it spat a small missile, and the mech was reduced to particles as it received critical damage.

The simulation ended and we went from a crowded urban scenario to a simple bare room, with only some omni-projectors on the floor, walls, and ceiling. Dinah placed both her hands on her hips with a smug look and Anansi decloaks letting out a victory screech that our youngest member echoed.

"I'm not sure Taylor is going to like that…" Amy murmured to herself as we approached the rest of the team. I could hear them talking now, and I smiled as Dinah spun, Anansi following her movements with a happy chitter.

"So, you thought it was a good idea to trick me?" Taylor loomed over the now anxious Dinah, her emotionless mask breaking out into a wide smirk.

"Yes. Absolutely." I broke out into a cough, covering up my laughter when Taylor glared at me. Dinah had no shame whatsoever on what she had done. The poor Precog let out a startled yell when she was biotically pulled to Taylor's side, and struggled to squirm out of her grip as the older woman roughly ruffled her hair.

"That's good, in a fight there shouldn't be a reason to not get every advantage you can get. That won you this simulation, but we'll see how that serves you on the next one." Dinah managed to push herself out of Taylor's hold, rubbing her head with a sweet smile. I felt my own lips pull into a dumb grin, and I was bumped by Panacea. She puckered her lips with raised eyebrows and I pushed her off of me, my face burning at the insinuation.

Dinah's expression brightened when she noted my approach, and Taylor turned to me with a light smile. I blinked and found tiny arms wrapped around my waist, Dinah smiling widely.

"So you seem to be in a good mood, has there been anything new with your power?" She nodded and I decided to listen as she let go.

"Yes there has been," she let her arms drop to her sides, her eyes shimmering. "I've started to get a more clear image of the possible futures, deeper and more intense insights into what can be. Fate said she found a good source of data and food…" I stiffened at the implication. "She said it's taking time to integrate what she's found but that it'll be great."

Should I tell her?

"Tell me what?" I cringed when I realized I had said that aloud.

"I'm…like 90% sure that your shard probably cannibalized Coil's power to improve her Precognition. Which probably explains why he had an aneurysm before he met his untimely end."

"Are you saying my power killed someone? She looked stricken and I shook my head rapidly.

I gestured with my hands. "No. It's most likely that his shard chickened out when he got dogpiled by angry spirits in the middle of the woods."



"Right. I think we're all going to ignore that statement if it's alright with you." I gave Grace a thumbs up.

Taylor cocked her head. "Do you want to go home…?" I felt my confidence drain, and I sulked. "Then we can do that…we can work more on this in the morning, and start preparing for the raids on the Empire." I nodded, and quickly opened a gate to a different part of the base. I had decided it was probably a good idea to sleep where people couldn't go up to my home and blow it up.

A little paranoid but I'm in a paranoid mood. And Amy had been doing the same, with an alarm connected to the door in case her family paid a visit.

A hand placed itself on my shoulder, and Amy looked at me with an intense look. "Basilia…?"

"What?" She fidgeted for a moment, biting her lip before gaining whatever courage she needed.

"I…think I'm ready to use my power for more than just healing." Her expression was beyond serious, and I bobbed my head.

"And you want me to help?" I didn't have an issue with that, since I was starting to dabble with the genetic sciences myself now. There was a lot we could offer each other in that sort of professional partnership.

She nodded. "Yes." Of course it meant less free time because of a special project I was working on with Bakuda. She had found her costume insufficient for her needs so…I returned my attention to Amy.

I grinned and raised a thumbs up. "I should go." I stepped through the door shaped wormhole and landed face first into my bed, groaning as exhaustion set in.



This planet sucks ass.
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April 21st, 2011. 9:30PM

Rey Andino


I'm pretty sure this is karma isn't it? All the things I've done have finally caught up to me in one huge mess that has been continuing on for more than a month now. It even got Lauren wrapped up in it, and I've been almost killed several times now. Not that it was really the fault of my new boss, she was just a gigantic trouble magnet.

At least she managed to get me a good set up inside a mountain, it wasn't the cleanest place but it was nothing I couldn't take care of with some of my toys. It was some old tinker villain lair that she found and took for her own, and I could build anything I wanted that wouldn't get out of control.

Which…shouldn't be a problem anymore, it was a lot easier to think of ideas that wouldn't get me killed. I've been feeling a lot more clear headed even with a steady supply of marijuana. I also didn't have to deal with the authorities and Accord so much but I didn't pretend to think that would give me a lot of leeway.

I'd rather that kill order stay on paper for now at least.

SNAP!

"JESUS!" I nearly slipped from my chair when that damn kid popped out from nowhere, held in the grip of my newest project, something that had been built with the help of my new boss and her power. It was a tall, lanky creature that was more a walking plant than a human being, and really I had only used some of my boss's former flame's DNA to make the Jaunt Djinn. Unlike that dumbass they could move hundreds of miles in a single leap, but they could only teleport themselves and one other person.

So we built a dozen of them, but while they were made physically a lot tougher than normal humans they weren't built for strength or speed. They were also a lot easier to control because of her.

I hadn't believed her on the spirit crap until I had seen it for myself, and almost got my soul ripped out. God I had never seen someone that size punt a man so far into the air. That wasn't even the worst that had gone down over the last month, but it was at least a whole lot more interesting than bumbling about in the same place I had been for half a decade.

"Hmmmmgrrrrr…" The kid made a sound a lot like someone had skinned their cat, and I chuckled.

"So…Cody…I can tell you've had a bad day haven't you? You want another haircut?" I smirked when Cody growled.

"I will cut you." Cody threatened loudly, fingers twitching as if to reach out and choke me. I laughed, finding amusement where I could with how my life had turned out.

"Please. Don't make fun of Cody, it's a sensitive day today." I flinched when she emerged from the shadows, reality lensing around her. She was my boss now, the provider of everything I needed for a good lab, even if I had to be dragged halfway across the world every few days. It was an interesting life if not a safe one…

If you looked at the boss you wouldn't think she was intimidating. She was a short pretty woman with brown hair, a nice enough body, and warm eyes. But it was at least half a lie…now she was all those things, but her power made her very much someone's worst nightmares. In fact she was probably a bigger threat than I ever could be even if I somehow managed to…I don't know? Clone an Endbringer?

Huh…I might be able to swing that…meh I better not. I've recently gained something called common sense when I tried to mess with a spirit one time and almost drowned in a river of blood that would have killed half a city if it had happened anywhere else.

Noelle Meinhardt might be a secret eldritch abomination in a real shell of a young lady, but she took care of her own, even if she only wanted me to get herself back home to Aleph once things started calming down on Bet.

Not sure what she thinks I can do but I'm not going to argue with the woman responsible for my paycheck. Apparently people in Mexico can be pretty generous with their money if you save their asses.

She blinked slowly. "Hello?" I sighed, adjusting my glasses.

"Sorry…I was lost in thought." The apology sounded weird on my tongue but she had given me a lab so I wasn't complaining.

"So…how has…Krouse taken it?" Cody asked his leader, and I raised an eyebrow. I had long since figured out that half the problems came from this little rain of sunshine and their first leader. I mean I knew I wasn't one to talk but still…damn.

It figured that the damn Simurgh had a hand in that, and I was extremely lucky that somehow she had been completely derailed by whatever had messed with The Travelers. Hopefully it would happen again so she'd go straight to hell…I might be a villain but I would prefer at least some civilization being around.

"He…he's getting over it…what we had…it wasn't healthy, and with what we knew about the Simurgh. It was probably best we take a break from each other, we're still friends of course but…we need to start getting ourselves together. We can't be falling apart in the exact way that the Simurgh wanted us to." Noelle was definitely leader material. I'll give her that, that she managed to snag a few powers from The Ambassador's was impressive enough.

Killing Hatchet Face was on another level, as well as taking down that emotion manipulator who tried to mess with our heads. Then accidentally making a younger not evil clone of her, and taking her entire power in the process instead of just making it break off.

Her expertise on the mechanics of how powers worked made this all worth it in the end and as long as I didn't go too far I wouldn't risk getting my neck snapped in my sleep.

Hopefully.

I sighed, resting my head on the bar that had been put in so the oldest of us…meaning Lauren and I could indulge in a few drinks. God knows we needed it in this crazy new world where people didn't instantly think of us as trash.

What a weird feeling.

"What?" I could hear Cody's high pitched question as the murderous kid glared at Noelle. The freaky Changer sighed, brushing back her darkened bangs, and scratching the scales along her arms.

"Are you okay?" Her question was sincere and I wished I had some popcorn, maybe I could get some of my minions to make me some? Cody grimaced, and a head dropped on the table next to mine.

"No…I don't want to talk about it." I shook my head, feeling for the poor bastard. At least I never had to go through what Cody was going through.

Noelle's eyes twinkled. "Do you want to talk about it with Asami?" She wiggled her eyebrows and I saw the red from a mile away.

"Is she here?!" I covered up a laugh since I knew how terrifying the kid's power was. I preferred the more laidback air that was in place whenever they weren't on missions so…

"Right over there." Noelle pointed to the Shaker, the young Japanese woman waving happily at Cody. The kid left our presence soon after, and I was alone with our fearsome leader.

"It's almost time isn't it?" I asked.

Her eyes turned into a black void, and her scales and chitinous spots spread into a layer of armor around her arms. "I learned so much about what was yet to come, yet so little at the same time. But I understand enough to know when a tipping point is coming. The outcome here will dictate the course of the future and I would rather not leave it to chance."

"We're probably going to almost die again aren't we?" She shrugged.

Damn my life.
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AN: I haven't written an author's note for a while so here's one now. I've decided to slow the pace of writing back down to three days since I had a bit of trouble writing for a while. I'm at 6.6, and current thinking is that there'll be ten main chapters and two Interludes before we reach Arc 7, which will be a break chapter essentially.

So enjoy.
 
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April 24th 2011 6:30AM

Basilia Rubio


I hummed to myself as I designed multiple new possible tools, as well as mulled over a few decisions. I had been getting heavily into advancing my skill with cybernetics and surgery, with one of my recent successful tests involving the addition of a pulse-stabilizer to protect Taylor and I from disruptions to our biotics.

There was a wide range of augmentics that were within my reach, ranging from alien DNA mirroring to add alien properties to our own biology or things like flash compressed titanium bones, subdermal Silaris-grade armor, myomer bundle replacement, DNI systems such as grayboxes, whiteboxes and greenboxes. The infusion of self repair nanomachines to enhance regeneration and augmentation of the immune system.

It wouldn't take me much to conjure up a procedure that would allow for massive life extension, superhuman strength and intelligence and other once science fiction concepts. But I was still lagging on whether or not it was a good idea to modify my body that much…though to be fair it wasn't a large amount of doubt. I had always been curious about transhumanism, and this was an opportunity that few would ever get at our current level of technology.

But while some small things could be done, such as refinements of my Exocortex and the addition of nanomachine and omni-gel canisters for self repair, a lot of them needed downtime to get everything in order.

I stepped back, deciding to examine Panacea's work instead. The biokinetic had been putting a lot of time toward refining her rather rusty skills with biokinesis. She had started small, making alterations in coloration or behavior for insects, flowers, and fungus. She has also been taking online courses on microbiology and genetic science to get a more personal understanding of her power, as well as asking for advice from myself and the doctors from the hospitals she went to.

Amy was inside a specialized greenhouse structure, made to simulate a number of different conditions from the most optimal possible through technology as well as the worse conditions found in nature. The door sealed behind me and I watched as Amy coaxed a plant derived from an onion, the artificial species cobbled together from every crop species known to man and a few that they didn't know. Salarians were good at transgenics, so I gave her a few tips.

"So what's this?" Amy blinked but wasn't completely distracted from her work, the small red wheat-like plant flexing and bending under her control. She smiled lightly, and a few more seconds seemed to complete her creation process. She rubbed her fingers and flicked them onto a tray for an instant gene sequencer to make use of.

"Hey Basilia…it's nothing much, it's a new super crop I've been thinking about. It's a transgenic plant that can grow in a wide variety of environments, and grows with all the required nutrients to feed a human being…or…well Rachni." She let loose a light laugh when a worker started chewing on her hair, it's soft lensed eyes twinkling like a freaky crab puppy. "I managed to make their photosynthesis way more efficient, with some tweaks to photorespiration, an alteration to a C4-like pathway as well as taking traits from red algae. It's about 10% efficient at turning sunlight to food." She sounded genuinely proud of herself, the rare expression on her face being rather heartwarming.

"Excellent, how did the Rachni react?" Her bright grin and the countless chitters of over ten dozen Rachni was my answer. "There anything else you're working on?"

"Yes. Come on!" She pulled me by the arm, taking care to touch my sleeve instead of my bare skin as she hopped over to another few plastic containers under the cover of darkness. Mats of dark fungus received a consistent supply of hydrogen, and I had a good guess of what I was looking at. "This is an edible chemosynthetic fungus that can be grown underground or in bioreactors, reducing our dependence on photosynthesis for our food. It's highly efficient and nutritious, and I've tried some of it."

I blinked. "Huh…what did it taste like?"

She looked smug, pointing her nose up in a haughty fashion. "Like bacon of course, who do you think I am?" I cracked a smile and again she looked happy to be doing something right.

Good for her.

"How long do you think it'll be until they're ready for prime time?" Amy snapped out of her self congratulatory mood, and her hands fidgeted, rubbing their palms together.

She tilted her head. "Maybe a week? I want to be extra careful with anything I make. While things going wrong isn't a likely possibility, real world analysis is probably important isn't it?" I wasn't sure if that was rhetorical or not.

"Hmm…"

"How about you then?" I dropped a hand from trying to poke her super plant. "You've been pretty excited about your tinkering recently…" I puffed up my chest then when I was reminded of my newest achievement, something that would provide considerable improvement on my future creations

"Indeed I have my young biomanipulative friend," I pointed to the sky, feeling the rare urge for dramatics. "A new species has become a part of my repertoire, offering new possibilities for my projects. An insectoid species though without the hive mind, but they are communal." A hologram formed of my new technology set.

It revealed a 1.5 meter tall alien that strongly resembled a praying mantis but with two pairs of true legs, two true arms and an intermediary set in between. The male specimen in the hologram had an attractive purple carapace that indicated old age, a valentine face staring back at me from a gulf of time and space beyond my imagining.

I didn't have an exact timeline, all I knew was that they had emerged far, far after the Citadel races had vanished from the stars. Perhaps even the first to emerge in the wake of their disappearance.

But Veda wouldn't tell me…couldn't tell me because it was forbidden knowledge.

"What's so special about them?" She sounded amused and was clearly interested in my technical knowledge for once.

"They developed in a time where eezo was beyond scarce or perhaps even nonexistent from what I've been able to scrounge. But even then the strange properties of dark matter and energy remained in full force." She nodded, following along with my explanation. "They gained a highly complete understanding of quantum field theory and supersymmetry, learning to directly manipulate dark matter and energy to create their own field of science."

Amy raised a brow, smiling. "And that means what exactly?" This time I was the one pulling on her arm, and we popped into Base Gamma, right next to the long superconductive rails of a particle accelerator of immense power density. Mass effect fields brought forth quantities of free floating dark matter for use in the particle accelerator.

"Their technology like Eezo involves the manipulation of dark matter and energy to warp reality. This allows them to create and manipulate gravity, and is what much of their interstellar technology is based on. Fortunately it seems to be largely compatible with systems that incorporate element zero, likely due to the quantum force that holds Eezo together." Or in my head, Eezo is held together by gumption and soul juice so it's remarkably stable.

"So…?" I giggled excitedly, freely expressing my joy at expanding my horizons further.

"Well it allows for things like anti-gravity, artificial gravity, inertial confinement fields and FTL travel. From what I could tell, our extinct friends here could travel at over two hundred light years per day through space warping. They were also experimenting with some type of displacement drive. It's…unclear what that means but I have time to sort out my own head."

"You would think there would only be one type of faster than light travel right?" Any spoke aloud, poking the hologram of the dead alien.

I shrugged. "Not really, the Quarians had their own FTL drive that folded space through a ludicrously intense electrical discharge. It was pretty unreliable though, like reducing you to streams of particles every other week unreliable." She looked mildly unnerved by that, and I wonder if it was because I knew how to build one.

I hoped she realized I had a sense of self preservation greater than that of an ant or else I'll feel insulted.

"Should I take you back to your greenhouse then?" She nodded silently and we stepped across the planet in a single bound. I had in my hand at least three or four different methods of faster than light travel methods in the palm of my hand now.

Suck it Einstein.

I followed Panacea as she moved on to another project besides her super plants, and I swore I heard a girl make a giddy screech from somewhere. Which I'm quite sure didn't come from Amelia. God I hope it didn't because the mere thought of a Panacea with the personality of…Mabel Pines felt like it would give me a fucking stroke.

This time we entered another room, numerous trays held mats of meat and bone that my omni-tool read as being genetic chimeras of various different organisms including some amount of Rachni DNA. They were obvious tested beds, safely contained slurries of biological printers for different structures and components. She was taking my idea of biological nanomachines seriously, with my perusal of the local data banks revealing her use of biological slurry that started from enhanced protein and ribosome molecular complexes with viral shells to weaving fractal tentacles on the macroscale.

It was essentially a bioforge, a biological equivalent of my own omni-forge but made out of meat. She was using a database I had acquired by mass scale genetic sequencing of multiple species through…rather unorthodox means. Mainly by setting up a network on Earth Aleph and acquiring millions of genetic samples from every organism known to man, as well as acquiring samples from alternate Earths.

She had been rather subdued at first but she had become more animated in time, as she got more and more projects on her plate.

Panacea looked around, lightly poking her creations and murmuring under her breath as she checked on them. She stopped at one of the trays where the first layer had been heavily mineralized to the point of shining with an iron hue.

"Seems like my metallic plating is working fine, that's steel you know but it's as strong as those alloys you're selling." She preened, brushing a lock of dark hair and rubbing her tired eyes. She still had bags under them but they seemed less pronounced than before.

"Oh I see, you're using your biological nanomachines to construct nanostructured materials, giving them immense strength and ductility. And what are those dark strands?" I pointed to the wet, hair like filaments poking out from hills of chitinous material.

"Carbon fibers, Rachni cells can naturally make it so I thought why not?" I bumped shoulders with her, giving her a thumbs up. She grinned, and looked at another project involving muscle strands up to six times more effective than that of a humans. She was thinking of changing costumes like her sister, apparently taking my suggestion of a bio-suit seriously. Though to be fair that was what Taylor's costume was…and she had no complaints on it so…

I heard a crash in the greenhouse and Amy's pupils shrunk to dots in an instant. We leapt into action, and Amy pulled water from the flask she always kept in hand for herself. We slid to a stop in shock at the sight, and my mouth thinned at the intruder of one of my base's.

Carol shuffled awkwardly, burning weapons held in her heads as a frightened worker backed away with a sad chitter. The little guy took notice of us, and skittered along the ground and hid behind Amy's foot. I flinched back at the biokinetic's expression. She was…infuriated. The red wheat being on fire was probably the main cause of her reaction.

"Carol, what are you doing here?" Amy hissed, her fists tightened into balls of anger, nostrils flaring. The blonde older woman opened her mouth, and then closed it as if to think it over.

"You…didn't answer my call…so I asked Victoria, and she opened a gate. I think she used poor wording because it brought me here…" I didn't sigh…or growl.

I'm going to wring Vicky's neck!

I coughed. "Right. So…how have things been?" The air went from tense to deeply and intensely awkward, and my hands were definitely clammy and sweaty.

"Good…good. I…see you've been busy." She could totally see the meat buckets from where she was standing and weirdly enough didn't seem to be phased. A few Rachni skittered in from the darkness, precociously angling themselves like they were puppies tilting their itty bitty heads. Amy didn't say anything, her expression schooled as much as humanly possible.

"You should go." She nodded with a robotic tick, and with an intake of breath the striker was gone, hurrying through the gateway and waving very awkwardly as it closed.

"I should probably talk to her at some point shouldn't I?" Amy didn't seem to be looking forward to that damn mess.

"You do you Amelia, it's not my responsibility to tell you what you want to do." She didn't seem to agree with that, looking genuinely nervous at dealing with her frankly neurotic adoptive mother. I couldn't blame her, since good old Carol fucking Dallon had eventually stopped showing up for lessons once she got basic control of her bending.

Good riddance.

"Yeah…could you tell more about that new race?"

My grin wasn't a happy one but I obliged her.

"Oh the Thranx…they're an interesting little species…"
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April 24th, 2011. 12:30AM

Basilia Rubio


I stood in front of the doorsteps of the Brockton Central Library in costume, and I could already feel the pull of the spirit world. People scattered, though not out of fear. I held a book in my hand, one I had specifically sought as a gift from Veda.

A transcribed copy of Ignition! An Informal History of Liquid Rocket Propellants. A book I had read in parts, and had found in my phone before I ripped it to bits for parts.

It felt like so long ago now…but that had been merely three months ago.



God it's only been three months…

There was a constant wind circling around the library, the scent of old paper spreading outward in a matrix of spiritual energy made manifest in the physical world. I hadn't spoken with Centralis in a while, but I did have a few questions for him if he was willing to answer. It was just as I opened the door that the transition was seamlessly made, as I was almost forcefully uplifted into the Genius Loci of one of the most ancient spirits in the city. Most other buildings lacked the breadth of power that The Keeper of David enjoyed, a benefit of old age and wisdom.

The world moved around me of its own accord, and I was seated carefully by multiple raven-like spirits, the avians holding books in their beaks. Centralis materialized from the ether, and I scanned his face until I could find a suitable pair of eyes to look at. His stylish pointy hat shimmered, and I was mesmerized for a moment or three.

"Hello human, it has been some time hasn't it?" Despite how cryptic and dickish he could be at times, I happened to enjoy the very rare chats I had with him. Mainly he told me of old stories of when Brockton Bay was still young, in a time before superhumans and monsters, and even of generation after generation who had kept his first book around before immigrating to America centuries ago.

I bowed deeply, holding my gift to my chest. The old spirit chuckled in a double tone. "It is good to see you as well Centralis, I have much to discuss with you."

He didn't sit down as expected, instead circling around me with the strange and alien movements that the higher spirits were knowing for. The spirits were mirrors of the physical world, mirrors of the processes that make the world what it is. Thus they are mirrors of humanity itself, and that made them even more inhuman.

"I am sure you do young Vyasa. I am sure you do." That got to me faster than it should have.

"And that's my first question, Vyasa…what even is that? Why do all the spirits call me that?" I kept anger and frustration from seeping into my tone, since I had a basic respect for Centralis and didn't want to anger a spirit of his power and influence.

I nearly squeaked when he poked me in the stomach, his pointer finger not feeling very comfortable at all. Veda's kite form flashed across my torso, and he chuckled. "You are something unseen in this world child of man, and child of spirit. A perfect fusion between the corporeal and the ephemeral, perhaps you are not the first or even the last but you are different Vyasa. Your soul gives you strength, and your bond gives you power beyond the flesh and blood of your body."

"I suppose that makes sense…so my hybrid nature gives me some type of status among the spirits?" He nodded, and I glanced down at the body I had been given, and thought about the power required to create it, to meld it with a spirit of great power without tearing the both of us apart.

I shivered. Even thinking about it made me freeze up.

"Indeed it does…now…you wished to ask of me the nature of your enemies yes?" I blinked not questioning how he knew since he was literally a centuries old knowledge spirit.

"That was why I came here. Yes, the Rachni Queen knows much of the nature of the enemy but…"

"She only knows the echoes of what came before, and I am here in this world where my eyes can see the truth."

"Yes…" He paused, crossing his arms for a few seconds, and the endless bookcases of his Genius Loci vibrated. He silently pointed to my book, and I wordlessly gave it to him without a complaint. It vanished between his long papery fingers, and he unpaused himself.

"I do not know the true name of the enemy that you speak of, only the moniker given in madness. The Mother of Miseries…it is not a comforting title. But there is hope in it, and an indication of weakness…what miseries do they speak of? What do they gain from inflicting pain and corruption to those around them?"

The enemy was a machine built for suffering, that was what the queen had said. But even she was unsure, because the gulf of time was beyond enormous between what had once been and what was. The Rachni had not been on the frontlines often, so they knew more than most but less than what could have been possible.

An ancient dead creature hell bent on making everything around it suffer…it sounded a little crazy but to be frank I was talking to the spirit of a damn library of all things…so I wasn't one to talk.

"This thing…it's some type of poltergeist or ghost…some remnant of a long dead race. It's trying to continue its business, continue its path of destruction and hatred after so many years. Am I right?" I asked him sincerely, and he looked taken aback.

"Geist would be an accurate term, a maddened broken soul raging at the world that sinned against it. It will not stop until it is convinced to stop or it's anchor and corpus are reduced to ash."

Fuck.

"And it's going to use the darker spirits against us, spirits in fear for their continued existence." He didn't even bother to answer, and I had everything I required. I bowed respectfully. "Thank you for your time Centralis." He ducked his head slightly.

"There is no need, I welcome all who follow the rules of my home. As it should be." The world began to fade so I got ready.

I stepped down into the High Spirit, where buildings pulsed and shifted with unnatural life, and cars and trucks and boats functioned like the main megafauna. I stepped down a second time into the Outer Sphere, and smirked at the finicky behavior of the civilians who didn't know any better. A PRT van passed me by and to my amusement one of the passengers, a young woman by the looks of it almost slipped onto her face when she noticed me.

Which makes her either highly spiritually attuned like Amy, or a shaman like Elle and Rachel. The kinds of people that would be important assets in the battle to come against The Mother of Miseries.

I started to run, deciding that some exercise would do me some good to clear up my own head. I couldn't bend but I still had my Biotics and my own strength, and trying to cease biotics invocations would be like trying to wipe off all traces of life.

Nearly impossible without absurd power.

There was a scent to the air as I jogged, it wasn't close but there was definitely a rot that made the spirits anxious. Again that feeling of walking over my own grave was beyond horrifying but I set that aside. I had spoken with Centralis and had what I needed. I was moving on to my next task of the day before we would start taking down the various former Empire bases. Because at this point they had run out of men and women, with most of them being sent to various Parahuman asylums due to the aftereffects of the drug cocktails and Dark God symbiotes.

The bulk of the Mother of Miseries forces were now composed of biological abominations and dark and mad spirits, monsters and beasts that were fragile but still dangerous for the unprepared. But everyone could tell that was changing day by day, with the average 'soldier' growing stronger and more refined with time.

There was no hiding that an abomination was riding around the Empire's dead body like a sock puppet, discarding what they considered unnecessary and keeping what they found interesting or useful. While in plain clothes I had heard people speculating that Bonesaw had made a visit or that Nilbog had somehow made his way into the city.

Neither were true but it certainly left the city in a dark mood, a feeding ground for darkened spirits. Which was probably that monster's plan to begin with…

No…don't think like that, it's not what's needed to save us. This entity had once been a person or persons, living beings with their own dreams and feelings and lives. Yet they had been broken into a force of nature trying to take the city for its own ambitions. I needed to learn how to understand them, to figure out how to end their reign of terror.

I had to be…emphatic. Not a difficult prospect if I put some effort into it but otherwise it would be a hard task because of how monstrous this Geist was. But it was my job, my task to be completed. It was one of the things that felt like they were mine, this thankless task of being an intermediary between the physical and the spiritual.

It was going to be bitter work…especially since I had yet to master the elements.



Right my next task was the Dragonslayers…they had popped back up on the radar before disappearing somehow, and I had a rather bad feeling for how that would work out. I had enough savviness at this point to realize they were going to be a problem and their mysterious vanishing act was not a good sign.

The only recent sightings had been of Saint alone, with his two lackeys being strangely absent. He had then shortly disappeared again, and I wasn't going to leave that to chance now. I had already warned Dragon to watch out, so she was making numerous updates, closing off holes in her security, and taking advice from my own expertise in artificial intelligences.

In fact we had started a project together involving advanced simulations in hyperdimensional physics that couldn't be so easily done without a lot of abstraction with human brain meat. I had a supercomputer in my head to do the math for me, as well as vast rooms of optical fiber switching and quantum cascade laser logic circuits operating in parallel to compute at a level that would leave every researcher on Earth in awe.

I was including Bet, Aleph and Shin in that department as well as my own…and it was why this Mother of Miseries pissed me off so much. She was a smart one, had to be if she was the last breed of something that had secretly infiltrated and then destroyed hundreds if not thousands of cultures over the years.

I wouldn't let more evil bloom in this broken world, I wouldn't let the nature of this world destroy what I had started to work for. I would break the chains that bound humanity to its fate, and once they were gone I would find my home…and then…

Maybe everything will be okay again.



There was a niggle at the back of my head, and I activated the interdimensional transponder, calling the secure number that Dragon had provided for me. She picked up near instantly as I crossed a street, feeling the shift from complete unease to the soft warmth and optimism that the spirit world around Athena invoked.

"Dragon?" I could hear a hiss of static, one that always appeared in the spirit world but never in a different Earth.

"Oh…hello Erudition, has everything gone well for you?" Dragon cheerfully replied from her end, and my dread didn't drop despite this.

"It's been fine…? You have multiple suits flying around right, a few Instances here and there too?" Her soul had drastically affected how her code operated, since partitioning a soul wasn't really possible from what I could tell. Instead her Instances were like extra threads of thought, pieces of herself that would break off yet remain connected to her personality core, and the stabilizing code routines that would keep her from going rampant as could be the case with poorly designed general artificial intelligences.

Hopefully she would be able to deal with hyperdimensional physics just fine, that might give us an answer or two on replicating Entity abilities. Their own powers were a result of understanding the universe down to the very strings that comprised it, learning to bend reality and doing so without the power offered by the soul.

"Erudition?" I blinked and blushed when I forgot she had been talking.

"Err…I'm sorry but could you repeat that?" The Canadian AI giggled but didn't deny my sheepish request.

"It's alright…I understand your worry. Yes my suits have been monitoring the city, and I've managed to close some further security holes in various locations. It has all been quiet so far…so you expect there to be trouble?"

"Yes." I was blunt and I could hear her hum quietly from wherever she was patrolling.

"I've been having the same feeling myself, a…gut feeling if you would? I'm not too sure where it's coming from…I've analyzed my own code and found no trace of this feeling."

"Could it be related to the changes in your power?" I added an idea and the AI woman paused as I went around the corner, and made use of one of the little quirks of the spirit world. In the Outer Sphere, any entrance that's closed in reality will be open here.

And a wonder that the PRT trusts me at all when I mentioned such a thing at some point, and while even with trained shamans they might not be able to stop me, it would stop unneeded trouble that would go on my head.

"What…are you saying these new abilities come with Precognition?" Her tone was drier than the Kalahari desert.

"No…" I made the transition back into the material world, ending up in one of my manufacturing plants. Countless machines continued to monitor the bioreactors used to create medi-gel, with smaller vats working on more experimental variants for possible military or paramilitary purposes.

When I took a single step, I felt the vibrations loud and clear, and a check of my drones revealed a sight that at this point I was resigned to.

"Erudition the…oh you've realized it haven't you?" Dragon mumbled, and I could hear a roar as her suit probably took off at top speed toward the disturbance I was seeing on screen with optical implants. The main Athena building was getting bombarded, and I felt a sigh escape from my mouth at the sight.

"Door to Athena…" I mumbled the specifics under my breath, and sent out a message to my teammates. I circled around a blast of energy, and my barriers took one or two kinetic impacts from another hit. I quickly began to dodge the numerous attacks launched against me, and what I couldn't dodge bounced or squished against my energy barriers.

I looked up at the people invading my property, and very nearly slipped when I got a good nice look of what I was truly dealing with. Three former dragonflight suits were hovering in the air, and I grimaced at how fucked the situation was.

The main suit unfurled its wings as it simply stared at me, it's slat wings surging with black lightning. The second suit with the gigantic sword landed on the roof of a nearby building, quivering and shaking violently. The third suit was slightly thinner, with a halo over its head. It was that halo that shot out powerful projectiles that were blocked by my barrier emplacements.

Like the ones placed on all of my buildings. But that wasn't what had caught my attention.

All three suits were covered in the same alien flesh that I had seen time and time again in the past week. The suit that belonged to Saint was especially gone while the other suits seemed…to be missing core components. The flesh wrapped around the cracked metal like vines, reaching and splitting apart into every component and flaring with blue shifted light. They writhed and pulsated, and around the winged suit's right limb was a gigantic mashing gauntlet ending in sabers of segmented bone.

The others only had veins, which based on what my scanners said were feeding the suits with energy. Like most of Dragon's suits they were draconic, and Saint's suit was especially so with the flesh that was slowly internalizing the metallic frame like the skeleton to some type of freakish monstrosity.

The three machines stood still, and another deep scan revealed that two of the suits were empty while Saint's suit was not…oh dear. I think I see where things had gone wrong for him…he was never leaving that suit alive without Panacea or Bonesaw.

Insects began to swarm, and Taylor was almost certainly busy at this point if she wasn't coming here herself. But she wasn't too far away either, though to be fair her range had gone up to three miles in diameter now. So she could be halfway across the city and still be able to help out.

I blinked as the swarm spun in a dance of chitin, and I shuddered as the sheer numbers became truly apparent. Tens of thousands became hundreds of thousands, beetles, bees, wasps, spiders, coconut crabs, and thousands of fire ants compressing themselves into a single amalgamated mass. The more expendable minions dispersed, and I could see dozens of lesser Taylor clouds instructing the various civilians in harm's way to places where they would be safe.

The swarm continued to swell, and I felt a bead of sweat drop past my brows as we were surrounded in a plague of angry insects, wing and legs beating in a sound that sounded like the march of an army of soldiers. There was a weak aura coming from each and every one of her bugs, a low thrumming that I had heard before.

I wonder.

The dance of the first and least dispersed cloud continued, until the many, many insects seamlessly held on to each other to form a fifteen foot tall goddess that would give most sane people a damn heart attack.

Guess I wasn't sane then…oh well.

Queen circled around me, folding her 'arms' behind her back as she propelled herself with kinetic pulses from her boots made out of spiders and scorpions. More exotic insects seemed to be now a part of Taylor's repertoire, with at least a few bombardier beetles and an alien species of foot long scorpion forming her talon like fingers.

I…think I have a very odd taste in women if I'm somehow accepting all of this without a hint of disgust or trouble.

"Hello Erudition, it's good to see you doing so well." Queen lazily swam through the air with her swarm-avatar, her wide mouth opening to reveal pointed teeth made out of bees holding on to Japanese wasps from Earth Aleph.

"So you've tuned down the whole spooky swarm voice thing?" She did a so-so gesture with her right hand, and the suit I decided to call Michael slashed its blade right toward Queen's center of mass. A blast of plasma tried to penetrate through the layer of bugs and was stymied by the physics altering field that continuously permeated the enormous concentration of bugs.

"Yes…" We didn't get much time to banter, and I launched myself into the air at a third the speed of sound. I circled my arms to form a column of spinning air, and then shifted to a flurry of compressed fire streams. The spout of wind kept me flying, and I wonder if Taylor had tried the technique herself.

The Victory dragon let out a haunting cry full of agony and pain, and was swarmed by a cloud of biting insects, a deadly cocktail of venom, beams of heat and cutting wind damaging its organic surface. They retracted in patterns and designated waves, and I picked out specific insects that acted as rallying points of sorts. Commanders that would be given orders and then relay those orders to their fellow minions.

"I'll hold them off to give you some room…" Queen bull rushed the trio of machines before I could say anything against her, and her scythe hands flashed blue as she swept her arms and raked across the armor of Michael. She took continuous hits from the Isaiah, but they either passed through her or were deflected by the field enhancing her durability.

The other swarms instead continuously filled the fleshy parts of the war machines with venom, or were used to cloud their sensors with noise. I launched my own attacks, and a dozen drones circled around the mechs. Bullets, plasma, ion beams and grenades flew across the battlefield the instant people were out of harm's way, and I ducked and weaved between the few attacks that the mechs threw my way. I reached down to my well hidden drop pack. The top of the main Athena building had suitable amounts of material, and I swiftly melted down some of the roof for my own uses.

Within minutes I had set up a series of Omni-projectors and turret mounts, and bombarded the intruders with more bullets. Once I was behind a barrier, I pulled out one of my newest guns.

The Pesadilla heavy assault rifle is a double barreled rifle with a three round burst and a multistage ammo block. So with a smirk, I lifted the heavy weapon into the appropriate position and fired.

BRRRT!

The first round was phasic, the second was armor piercing, and the third was an exotic explosive courtesy of Bakuda. The Victory stumbled, and I didn't even flinch when I felt the rapid footsteps and growls from behind. I simply twisted on the balls of my feet, and launched a stream of concussive fire with a kick. The lanky half melted Turian let out a haunting series of clicks as it was burned, and I simply had a drone launch plasma and acid.

I had no compulsions destroying abominations like this…none at all. Six more had emerged, which was maybe half of what they numbered before getting torn apart by my security measures.

The pseudo-turians were about seven feet tall, and they had to be about four to five hundred pounds of plating, claws, and vicious rage. It was only the last one that was atypical since I had an intimate awareness of their biology when they weren't hastily put together space zombies. Actual Turians were monstrously tough bastards, and without the existence of bending and chi we'd be absolutely screwed in close quarters combat.

Without hesitation I shot at the bastards, and flicked several grenades their way. Half of them died in the explosions that followed while the rest took several grams of metal at 25 times the speed of sound right toward one of their vital organs.

Then they exploded, and I frowned as something new emerged from down below. It had to be a spirit-ridden vessel based on its appearance so I set up another barrier. It was about nine feet tall, and based on its appearance was in fact a Batarian if a heavily genetically modified and mutilated one. It's skin was a pure sickly white, and golden eyes blazed with an eerie glow.

This…might be a problem actually…Batarians are a lot tougher than they look, there's no centralized heart to shoot at, their keratin-copper skeleton and highly cartilaginous physiology makes them resistant to physics shocks, high g-forces and explosive concussive blasts. Their blood oxygen levels are high, boosting their endurance and…god I'm fucked aren't I?

The batarian monstrosity let out a keening cry, and its eyes opened wide as a seizure passed through its body, biotics visibly lighting up through its skin.

"You've got to be kidding m—" I choked as a haymaker launched me into a building, and I hastily dodged a concentrated warp that the monster used to sear through meters of concrete and glass.

I punched the air, using fire to propel myself back into an open space. The batarian entity followed, letting out a roar that clarified the spirit existing within its physical body. A powerful flame and rage spirit, burned away within the creature, triggering the biotic nodes within its empty host body.

My instincts screamed at me, and I promptly accelerated with a blast of fire from my feet and a biotic slide. I felt my face fall when another two abominations emerged to face me.

Huh…this Mother of Miseries really wants me dead.

"I'm HERE!" I felt relief when there was a loud and violent clunk of something heavy falling a few feet down. I started to have an idea that I needed to add new features to my suit as I flew on jets of fire, wind, and biotic pulses. The three living weapons followed after me with little hesitation.

Once I was back on the roof, I had to stop, drop and roll as a leg nearly stomped where I had landed.

"MOTHERFUCKER!" I screamed, blasting air to right myself as my new ally reoriented her armor.

"SORRY!" Bakuda apologized from within our large joint creation, a robust nine foot tall Battlesuit using myomer bundles to hold up fifteen centimeters of laser steel coated with Silaris, and an energy barrier fueled by a micro-fusion reactor making it nearly impervious to most modern firearms.

It had an integrated high-speed mass effect chain-gun on one arm and a strange Tinkertech cannon on the other arm. It's origin was an odd one, since the initial model was built in her sleep…which freaked us out a little.

The cannon shot out a beam of gold light that would disintegrate most matter on contact, and could interfere with kinetic barriers, though it had trouble with certain types of biotic barriers.

"JUST SHOOT WOMAN!" She growled and filled the air with bullets and waves of golden energy. The first batarian monstrosity took a dozen direct hits from her bullets, and a direct hit from a gold beam shattered the barrier before ripping apart its molecules in a single impact. A maddened flame spirit burst free, throwing off black chains before running away, breaking up into individual sprites soon after.

One of the demonic beasts growled and I only narrowly dodged crushing plates of kinetic energy aimed at my knees. I felt a distortion in gravity, and I felt horror as one of the remaining monsters generated a biotic Net, a crosslinked link of gravitational rifts to form an attractive ionized plasma. If either of us were hit with that attack we'd be atomized.

I felt a metallic hand wrap around on my waist, and I let out a yelp when Bakuda's new mech launched back on jets of plasma. I could feel the pull of gravity, and we slowly fell towards a painful death.

Bakuda degraded into insults and rage, and I could hear her loudly whisper a command. The golden cannon fired with a distinct setting right as the net began to complete its formation. I could feel the way the air was broken apart, and a vacuum was formed at the last second, and we were instead thrown back a dozen meters with a heavy slam.

My head slammed into an arm, and I felt my brain ring as Bakuda spun. With grit teeth I created a spherical vortex, righting our positioning until Bakuda got back on her feet.

The two Batarian-spirit hybrids hunched over, biotic energy flaring from their outstretched hands. They reached to the air, and set it ablaze destroying the cloud of insects trying to obscure their vision and poison their bodies.

Another net was launched and caught Queen in its vicious grip, and the swarm was broken into motes of carbon dust. She shrunk down to a mere two meter in height, and the three mechs faced us directly, unholy screeches escaping from their bionetic chains.

"Crap…" I uttered a curse, and a beam of controlled plasma was fired at us from the Michael mech.

GOD…DA—

Someone intercepted the blast with a pop, and I felt everything turn still, a wave of nearly invisible force forcing the blast to radiate all of its energy.

The air itself grew cold, and I wondered what I was sensing. What was this power, and why does it feel so similar to some of Bakuda's inventions?

As the air grew warm again, my breath hitched at who had saved us. Her costume was silver, black wavelengths depicted on the skintight bodysuit that didn't bother to hide her rather fine curves and the plating that provided adequate physical protection. The woman had her dark hair pulled back into a bun, and she was accompanied by…a thin lanky creature that looked like a sunflower mixed with a goblin.

It popped out of existence and back again, and I sighed at the new cape on the scene.

The cape once known as Sundancer turned towards us, and spoke. "Are the two of you alright…?" She sounded so uncertain but I nodded for her benefit.

If she's Solaire…then the pretty asian girl has to be…

"Onmyoji." Bakuda finished what I was thinking, and I understood what was going on.

The Voyagers had made their debut.
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AN: So here is 6.4, and at this point I'm thankful for letting myself slow down, a three day pace is easier to keep up with. 6.6 should be done sometime today or tomorrow, and by the time it's released I should be on 6.7 or 6.8.

Maybe? Who knows really...

There's a lot that happens in this chapter, and I've left a few references sprinkled about. Some are important, others are not but…yeah.

Enjoy.
 
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