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(End)Bringing You A New Home! (Endbringer SI)

10moorem

Summary:

Lost among the drifting eddies a woe to the world is born, poisoned apples are given freely and conflict is sown with the blood of all mankind!

Or:

A man from another world is placed inside the body of an engine of calamity and decides he would really rather just build some cool cities. Naturally this goes poorly for everyone involved.

Chapter 1: Chapter 1: Head Empty, Will Build Instead

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Chapter 1: Head Empty, Will Build Instead

Alexander POV

Oi past me, why the actual fuck would you complete that shady CYOA?!

Sure, in my defence, nobody sane would expect some random email to kidnap me across dimensions. On the other hand I wasn't going to blame whatever managed to place me here because I would prefer to not be messed with any further.

Thus, by the will of some unknowable but likely bored entity, I was forced to leave my world and body behind.

Yes my body was left behind, or at least I assume it was because as I shudder and look around I can immediately tell my physical form had changed. Smooth blue crystalline hands stretch out in front of me, and not just the usual two hands. By my count I now had six delicate looking arms hanging serenely in the air.

Why the fuck did I choose to become an Endbringer?

Let's see, what else is there…seems like I have a fairly normal face, though my hair is unusually long. Feet, I've got them. Boobs are there, surprisingly firm feeling.

I do a double take, I have fucking boobs? That cross-dimensional prick made me a girl?

I…I'll just try to ignore it. I'm not actually a girl, just a hyperdense kaiju of death and destruction. Focus on that instead. I try, but all I feel is an ugly bubbling feeling in my chest that I quickly identify as hatred.

One of my many hands twitches and surges downward to break through the rock at my feet, dragging silt, sand and granite up by my fingers with surprising ease. I stare for a moment as the situation fully hits me, my hate fading slightly.

I'm a fucking Endbringer. In fucking Worm.

The sand and rock languidly drifts around me moved by underwater currents and I idly watch them float away, my mind still feeling like I was a million miles away.

Worm was a pretty shit setting. It focused on a particularly delusional teenager in a world of somehow even dumber people who were given superpowers by a pair of godlike aliens who possessed the creativity of a rock. Was it a fun place to read about? Sure. Was it fun to actually be a part of? Nope.

It was one of those grimdark super gritty stories that took itself a bit too seriously and made sure that there was very little hope afforded to anyone. It had a giant telepathic space pigeon who can mind rape you and see the future in order to mind rape you even more. It had a super-secret illuminati who somehow made Cerberus seem competent and dozens of potential threats to the world, and this wasn't even counting the depressed golden alien who could wipe out trillions of versions of Earth if he ever felt like it.

I am an Endbringer with the power to alter matter and build various forms of technology which is capped at a planetary level of development. In many other settings I would be unstoppable, but here?

I was screwed.

I closed my eyes and sat upon a protruding piece of cement. I tried to place my head in my hands, only to let out a sad aborted chuckle as far too many hands met my face.

I needed time. I needed to think.

Thankfully it was just myself and the fishes down here, so I had plenty of time.

-Next Day-

I felt drained, but surprisingly light, as I surveyed my current abode. I had spent the night crying, praying, planning and oftentimes some mixture of the three.

It was kinda sad, best not to dwell on it.

My search had lead me across many buildings, most were made of concrete and wouldn't look out of place in any random city you could find across the world. It was the rest that gave me pause. Rotten wooden structures with tiled roofs, gaping holes where sliding doors used to be present. A broken and decaying Torii gate confirmed my suspicions.

This was Kyushu.

A part of Japan that had been sunk by Leviathan, turning a once prosperous first world nation into a third world hellhole. Worm didn't go into too much detail about what happened to Japan, but I could guess.

A part of me itched, there was a need that I couldn't quite explain. My hands reached for something that wasn't there, as I stared at the broken gate.

There was something viscerally disgusting about the sight. This was once a city that had once held millions of people, it possessed works of culture and art that people had taken pride in. Now it was left discarded at the bottom of the ocean.

Like trash.

Why did that bother me so much? In a few short years the entire world would be like this, broken and destroyed. It felt childish to be so heartbroken over something so small. And yet…

It him me like a flash of lightning and I laughed. I wanted to take it back. I wanted to rebuild this city and drag it back out of the waves. Leave it to be retaken by humanity, for laughter and art and life to once more return to this silent grave.

The sound of my laughter echoed unnaturally across the drowned city, as I clutched my form with my many hands. What a stupid thing to want! I should be preparing, building weapons for the final day. Instead I wanted to build a city!

I hadn't changed my mind on my chances, I was going to die. There were no ifs or buts about it to me. So why the hell not?

I reached towards the burning star eagerly awaiting in my head, promising endless potential if I only asked.

'Give me something to fix this', I almost pleaded with my power, 'something that can set this all right'.

The orb flickered and pulsed, seeming almost thoughtful for a second, before blooming like a lotus in my head. Woodworking, carpentry, art philosophy and more all burst into my head like a dam that had finally been let loose. I took it all in with an ease that surprised me, my crystalline brain holding the knowledge with a clarity that would be impossible for the me of before.

SilkPunk Level 1 – A mesh of magic and technology with an aesthetic that mirrors East Asia. It is a mesh of both technology and poetry where art has meaning beyond simply beauty.

It was merely the first level, there was no magic to be had. It had given me a grounding and understanding of the various arts and cultures of East Asia. Now, as I looked around, I could pick out which buildings were made in the Giyofu style, which were in the Daibutsuyo style and I could even see a single building with hallmarks of the Shinden style so beloved in the Heian era.

This amount of knowledge was, at the very least, the equivalent of a year or two studying in university. I looked around the warped remains of the city, wood and concrete jutting upwards like some macabre ribcage.

Yeah, this alone wasn't going to cut it.

I willed my second power to pulse outwards, water molecules evaporating before being separated into hydrogen and oxygen atoms. The sound of the ocean being torn into gaseous form hit like a sledgehammer, the molecules screeched as they were torn apart and the many voids left behind were eagerly filled with a sharp crack. I grunted as I enforced my will onto the surrounding sea, ensuring that the looming ocean above was fixed in place. To my relief I couldn't feel even a single ripple grace the surface in spite of my actions.

It was hard. I could maintain this for quite a while, but I got the distinct impression that this was not what my matter manipulation was for. It was like using a multitool as a hammer, a graceful precise instrument being used to brute force my designs.

The many rotten and decaying houses groaned in protest as the weight of gravity took them into it's merciless hold, several of them fully collapsing without the buoyancy of the ocean. Fish fell to the wet floor, splashing about in protest of their sudden removal from the water.

Whoops.

I stared blankly at the fishes for a moment before facepalming. Depositing the sea life back into the ocean was a trivially easy thing to do with my powers, and I couldn't stop a laugh out of the incredulity of the situation.

"This is so fucking stupid" I chuckle to myself, before pausing at the velvety voice that had come from my lips.

My work with the fish ceased for a fraction of a second before continuing.

Don't think about it Alex.

Just try to ignore it.

A frail smile spreads across my lips as pieces of rock flew into my hand, their forms twisting and morphing into a variety of woodworking tools. I stepped forwards, my hands grasping at a wooden door.

A little bit of work sounds perfect right about now.

-12 Hours Later-

"Okay, there has to be a faster way of doing this" I mutter, no longer surprised at the sound of my voice.

The house in front of me was once again standing proudly, the wooden walls a rich light brown and the floors still sparkling clean after I had gone over it. There was a small garden present, the seaweed did detract a bit from the vibe but I didn't exactly have grass to work with at the bottom of the ocean.

It was an impressive building to be sure, the problem is that it was all I had managed to do.

I looked to the side, an endless pile of rock and wood jutted up irregularly, the view stretching on well beyond my physical sight.

"I feel like I should have planned this out a bit more"

-1 Hour Later-

So, to the surprise of no one but myself, it turns out I was being a bit of an idiot.

Because who in their right mind would spend way too many hours fixing a building by hand when they had fucking Matter Manipulation!

Me, apparently!

I sighed as the once lifeless land surged, behaving like a living being as wood fused together and stone was remoulded into thousands upon thousands of bricks. My hair whipped around my face from the wind of so much material being moved around so quickly.

As I had guessed earlier, and then promptly forgot like a moron, my Matter Manipulation seems well suited to doing many small tasks at once. My mind effortlessly catalogues each individual substance flying through the air, propelled by invisible strings of will and shard bullshit.

The work was proceeding faster now, by my estimate I was completing a hundred buildings every ten minutes. This waxed and waned depending on the type of housing in each individual area, as some were more complicated to build.

A burning mote appeared in my mind, and I almost missed a step from the sheer suddenness of the feeling. It was my tinker power, appearing once more to offer new secrets to me.

I paused to consider my choices. On one hand I could continue down the path of SilkPunk, deepening my understanding and likely gaining magic, which was always a plus in my book. On the other hand I could begin down another path and learn the foundation of another tech tree.

I looked around and grimaced as I took in the work of the previous hour. Many of the more modern buildings had been left incomplete, not because I didn't want to complete them but because I simply couldn't.

Electricity, heating, sewer systems, roads and many other things were needed for a proper city to function.

I was a skilled woodworker who was knowledgeable in the culture and arts of East Asia, none of that knowledge would help me build those vital functions. Even if further improving SilkPunk didgive me a solution to those problems, would any future residents be able to properly understand how it functioned? The higher end of my only specialisation involved magic that relied upon complex poetic language.

Versatile? Sure.

Intuitive? Not really.

There was only one choice.

SolarPunk Level 1- A technology based focused on sustainable energy sources and living in harmony with nature. It is a vision of a future that encourages community, independence and ingenuity.

I had considered choosing TeslaPunk, but SolarPunk fit in a way the other tech tree simply couldn't match. I marvelled at the data flowing into my mind. Solar panels that could outcompete any currently on the market, biodegradable plastics that were stronger and cheaper to make, machines that could encourage the growth of plants in the surrounding area and so much more.

There was a lurch in the material flowing around me as copper, silicon, aluminium and other substances rushed to fill in the empty gaps left behind, the scintillating weaving of metal and concrete came to form a modern looking apartment building. It was quickly joined by a dozen more buildings as I sedately walked through what used to be a residential area.

I grinned, at this rate it would only take me another day or so to completely rebuild this city.

I paused.

Did Kyushu have more than one city? It probably did right? Ugh I may enjoy building but there's a limit even for me.

I'll complete this city and see where I go from there.

-2 Days Later-

Mom, your son has become a workaholic hermit. Please send help.

I had completed the city only 18 or so hours after obtaining SolarPunk technology, but then…

SolarPunk Level 2- A technology based focused on sustainable energy sources and living in harmony with nature. It is a vision of a future that encourages community, independence and ingenuity. The user is now more knowledgeable of the intricacies of this technology and is able to craft larger and more powerful pieces of technology capable of effecting entire cities.

My gaze was dominated by a verdant green landscape, genetically engineered lichen grew from every concrete building, trailing down and producing vibrant patterns that bloomed with many coloured flowers. Trees dotted the landscape, the leaves glowing a bioluminescent green and bringing light to this underwater haven for the first time in years.

Oh yeah, apparently I can see in the dark and hadn't noticed until I made those. It was a pretty neat discovery.

Solar panels were present on every roof, eager to provide power to the homes they rested upon, all while windmills towered over even the highest buildings. Those white and green lumbering forms seemed ungainly, but I knew that the blades of the structure could move silently even under the strongest of winds.

Everything was done, all that was left to do was to raise this island from the sea floor.

I grimaced, I knew that things would get complicated then. The PRT, CUI, the Japanese and every other organisation worth mentioning would take note of this. Would possibly take note of me.

I didn't allow myself to wallow in those thoughts, I had done enough of that on the first day here. If they had a problem with me even after bringing back an entire landmass from a watery grave with a fully functioning city to boot then that was on them. I wasn't going to be held back by anything.

My power rocketed outwards, taking ahold of the ground underneath me as I fed that mass earth and sand from the surrounding area. The ground quaked, the buildings shook and waved from the vibrations, but I had built them too well for any of them too collapse and any small amounts of damage that could come from this would be easily fixed.

I could feel the water above my bubble churning as we ascended, I was no longer trying to hide what was happening. Small rafts of wood on the surface shifted and tried to sail away, my power held them in place. I wanted an audience, and I couldn't have that if they behaved like disturbed insects.

My mouth split open into a wide grin.

Time to make an entrance!

-On the Surface-

Chiaki Second Person POV

His hands ached as he rowed forwards desperately, thin lines of blood dripping down the oars of his boat from how tightly he was gripping them

No no no no no! This couldn't be happening!

He kept rowing, but he wasn't moving. he screamed, the noise echoing uselessly against the muddy brown water that surrounded him.

It couldn't be back! It just couldn't! Endbringers aren't supposed to attack the same place twice!

As if in mockery to his thoughts the water was whipped into an even further frenzy, his hair clung to his face as he felt the icy touch of fear seep into his spine. He shuddered, finally closing his eyes from the horror that would no doubt emerge from the depths.

"Why couldn't you just leave us alone? Why?" he screamed, huddled into his raft. His knees reached up to his face, uselessly trying to drown out the sounds of rushing water.

He lamented. He should have listened, there was never any fish out here anyway! They had all left when Leviathan drowned Kyushu.

His hands curled against His painfully protruding ribs and he held back a sob of agony.

he was going to die. he was going to drown here, pointlessly and that beast will go and do to the same thing to everyone else.

He cowered in his boat. What else was there to do?

Time passed as the sea raged on, the sound intensifying every second until it was a hoarse roar in his ears. Then, mercifully, the sound began to recede, slowly at first but then quicker with every second until all was silent.

He didn't look, he didn't dare to, in fear of the monster finding him.

A dull clack of wood upon stone met his ears, startling him from the sudden noise, before his boat began to Tilt. An undignified shout left the man's lips as he stumbled onto wet floor that definitely shouldn't be there.

Chiaki groaned, dazed and prone as he tried to get my bearings. His calloused hands grasped onto the wooden frame of his boat as he tried to get up, his eyes blurry from tears and sea water. The man blinked and rubbed his face with the sleeve of his ratty coat, only succeeding in adding more water to his face and sputtering

Despite this his eyes eventually cleared, and he could only stand dumbstruck at what he saw.

It was a city. An entire city had just…Appeared out of nowhere and it was like no city the man had ever seen before.

Green, that was the first thing he noticed upon opening his eyes. Green was everywhere, there were trees on the roofs of buildings, grass grew right next to roads and vines hung precariously on the side of buildings.

And what buildings they were. Uniform, clean and beautiful were all he could think as he stared at them, nothing like the dilapidated shacks that he and his family had been forced to live in after they had fled their home from the second Endbringer.

The air was sweet, an earthy floral smell that danced upon his tongue as he breathed.

It was serene. It was such a juxtaposition from the last twenty minutes that he could only stare in wonder. The only movement in his eyes was the soft swaying of trees and the clean spin of windmills that moved silently in the distance.

And then he saw a flash of blue and his breathing stopped.

It looked like a woman, but no woman was that large. Arms radiated out from the figure like petals from a flower. It was walking, and not too fast either. The blue face was fixed in a calm smile and her eyes were closed. He watched as the figure advanced towards a pier, the wood under her feet somehow not giving way.

The figure paused and seemed to take notice of him for the first time as she turned and looked at him.

His breath immediately picked back up, quick and short as his heart hammered in his chest. His feet remained rooted to the ground, leaden in spite of his attempts to run.

He could only whimper softly, feeling with absolute surety that death had come for him.

Instead the woman simply waved one of her many arms and smiled slightly wider as she turned back towards the ocean. A few more steps led he to the edge of the pier before she gently hopped into the water, her form quickly disappearing into the strangely clear water.

The man blinked.

"What the fu-

-Under the Sea-

Alexander POV

Nailed it.

AN: Okay here is the first chapter of (End)Bringing You A New Home! I will post a build of the exact powers the MC has later, but it should be pretty apparent what he can do. To lay out my hopes for this fic I want to be able to write something consistent which explores areas of Earth Bet that we don't typically see. That's not to say we won't get to Brockton Bay, because we will. But my plan is to hit Brockton Bay sometime after Leviathan has wrecked it.

Thank you for reading, please give me lots of comments!

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(End)Bringing You A New Home! (Endbringer SI)

10moorem

Chapter 2: Chapter 2: The Headache Felt Around The World

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The rest of the world has never seen such bullshit.

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Chapter 2: The Headache Felt Around The World

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♦ Topic: Kyushu Rises! Cause Unknown!

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Aka Ranger (Original Poster) (The Guy in the Know)

Posted On Jul 6th 2010:

Holy hell, so I'm sure you've already seen various news sites addressing this but to everyone who hasn't heard yet: at around 8;00 AM (JST) the island of Kyushu rose back out of the water.

Various fishermen were the first to take notice given that it happened right underneath them. Miraculously none of these people were hurt and some even took pictures on their phones which can be found [HERE].

A few of these photos were of a city roughly located where Fukuoka once stood. Most concerningly it appears to be a tinker made city, as some eagle-eyed viewers have spotted plants which match no natural example and can stand higher than even the tallest Redwood trees. Naturally the suspicions of a biotinker having a hand in the reconstruction of Fukuoka have alarmed what remains of the Japanese Government and has seen elements of the PRT and the Guild arriving to assess the situation.

Naturally this has led to some tension as Japan still holds some bad blood for America pulling out of Japan following the sinking of Kyushu. The CUI has also sent some pointed addresses regarding the overreach of the PRT, but frankly fuck the CUI.

EDIT: Okay so apparently not all of Kyushu was raised out of the waves, the current island is about 29.7 thousand square kilometres , while the original island was about 36.8 thousand square kilometres. Still pretty impressive.

EDIT: New photographs have come in from the user HIKI Gaya, giving us a much better look at the new Fukuoka. It's beyond pretty, as can be seen [HERE]

EDIT: Teams of various agencies have begun searching through the city and have issued a blanket warning to all civilians to not enter the island until it has been properly assessed.

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►Chrome

Replied On Jul 6th 2010:

Uh, what?

@Tin Mother

is this real?

Who the hell would be able to drag Kyushu back?

►Groupies

Replied On Jul 6th 2010:

@Chrome

It definitely seems real, I'm watching the news and they're all reporting on it.

On the one hand: I'm really glad that a lost piece of Japan may have just been returned, hopefully it'll help with their current situation.

On the other hand: I'm extremely concerned about that biotinker.

►Kriketz

Replied On Jul 6th 2010:

Eh, just burn the plants. Seems like an easy solution to me.

Hell, just nuke the entire place. Better to be sure.

►Laotsunn (Kyushu Survivor)

Replied On Jul 6th 2010:

@Kriketz

Do. Not. Nuke. My. Home.

Whoever returned my dear lost home has my profound thanks, I, and the many other survivors of Kyushu, had long lost hope that we would ever see Kyushu again.

►Answer Key

Replied On Jul 6th 2010:

@Kriketz

I feel like that's a bit premature, what if the city's like Nilbog and nukes just make things worse?

@Laotsuun

Despite my trepidation I'm glad your home has returned.

So this is obviously a team of tinkers right? Because a Biotinker alone wouldn't have been able to rebuild the entire city, hide the reconstruction happening, and bring the island back from the surface. That's, at minimum four tinkers.

►Aloha

Replied On Jul 6th 2010:

@Answer Key

They'd also need someone capable of allowing them to survive the bottom of the ocean for long periods of time. Not necessarily a tinker, but surviving that amount of pressure and lack of oxygen would necessitate another parahuman.

►Sothoth

Replied On Jul 6th 2010:

Hey, wasn't there a tinker who used to mass produce tinker tech for the Sentai? Maybe he helped with the city?

►Procto the Unfortunate Tinker (Not a tinker)

Replied On Jul 6th 2010:

@Sothoth

You mean Masamune?

Yeah that could fit. He's a mass production tinker, so building a city isn't exactly out of his wheelhouse. He's also probably still somewhere in Japan, though that's hard to say as he hasn't exactly been seen since the Sentai dissolved.

►WagTheDog

Replied On Jul 6th 2010:

Maybe it's ToyBox? They have lots of tinkers!

►Loyal

Replied On Jul 6th 2010:

Eh? What do you mean Kyushu is back!!!

How! It got sunk by the big scaly asshole!!!!

►QwertyD

Replied On Jul 6th 2010:

@WagTheDog

Sure, but it's not really their MO.

@Loyal

Well it got unsunk, don't know what else to tell you.

►Reached (Banned)

Replied On Jul 6th 2010:

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►Tin Mother (Moderator)

Replied On Jul 6th 2010:

@Chrome

Yes, I can confirm that this is indeed real.

@WhiteFan88

The use of racist and inflammatory language on this site is not permitted, as you have already been warned about. Enjoy your ban.

►Lolitup

Replied On Jul 6th 2010:

@Tin Mother

LOL, only responding after 11 posts? Your losing your touch.

►Tin Mother (Moderator)

Replied On Jul 6th 2010:

@Lolitup

I'm currently rather busy with something important, but rest assured the rest of the Moderators are hard at work.

►Lasersmile

Replied On Jul 6th 2010:

So have the PRT commented on this yet?

►Nondeceptive

Replied On Jul 6th 2010:

@Lasersmile

Nah, they're getting all of the facts together first. Give 'em a couple of hours.

Still, that city looks amazing. I hope it's not dangerous, because I'd like to visit it, y'know before it breaks down due to lacking maintenance or the creators being caught.

►Char

Replied On Jul 6th 2010:

@Nondeceptive

Yeah, it is kind of irresponsible of these tinkers to create a death trap for anyone wanting to stay there.

I understand they're trying to help but wouldn't it be better to join the PRT or help the local government instead of doing this with no warning?

►Hikotsu

Replied On Jul 6th 2010:

@char

Uh, can't speak for the PRT but the Japanese government is kind of hanging on by a thread. Most of Japan is made up of warlords vying for more territory. If these tinkers had gone to the government they either wouldn't have been able to do anything or they would have been kidnapped and pressganged by one of the warlords.

So probably best that they didn't. I'm frankly just glad someone is trying to do right by my country, depending on the condition of Kyushu we might be able to use that island for more food production.

Oh, who am I kidding. One of the warlords are going to snatch it up.

►Mane Magenta

Replied On Jul 6th 2010:

@Hikotsu

Well at least they won't be able to do that while the PRT and the Guild are there!

Plus I'm sure They'll be able to do something to keep it in the proper authorities hands once they leave.

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►Naru Naru (Kyushu Survivor)

Replied On Jul 6th 2010:

@mane Magenta

Ha! The PRT doesn't give two shits about us! They LEFT when Kyushu was destroyed and now they come crawling back the moment it has something they want?!

No! Fuck you!

[USER HAS RECEIVED A WARNING]

►TippyTappy (Moderator)

Replied On Jul 6th 2010:

@naru Naru

I can understand why you're upset but please keep it civil.

►Hikotsu

Replied On Jul 6th 2010:

@mane Magenta

I wish I had your optimism, but as a poster has already noted the PRT and the Guild are likely only here temporarily, which may actually be a good thing.

I've already some rumours about Shuten-Douji using the presence of foreigners to stir up the local population.

►HIKI Gaya

Replied On Jul 6th 2010:

Holy shit! guys, my uncle was one of the people fishing at the time and he sent me some pictures! It looks fucking incredible!

[Link]

►Deimos

Replied On Jul 6th 2010:

@hiki Gaya

Oh boy, here I go clicking suspicious links again!

EDIT: Guys it's legit, the link has about forty pictures of the city, and it's insane! It looks like some environmentalists wet dream!

►Reave (Verified PRT Agent)

Replied On Jul 6th 2010:

The PRT has yet to issue a formal address to the current ongoing situation but I can confirm that, with the aid of our long term allies: the Guild, as well as the Japanese Government, an investigative search of the city has begun.

Rest assured that we will update you with any pertinent information as it comes up.

►Ne

Replied On Jul 6th 2010:

@Reave

Well thanks for the heads up, I guess.

Think they'll find any beasties?

►Laotsunn (Kyushu Survivor)

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@Ne

I'm really hoping they don't. I want to be able to return to my home, the island getting quarantined kind of goes against that desire.

►Miraclemic

Replied On Jul 6th 2010:

@hiki

Oh wow, god I wish I could move out of my crappy apartment and into one of those houses. The one with the rock garden looks especially nice.

►Poit

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Oh wow, I go to sleep and wake up to find this.

This has been a nice surprise.

Now let's see how it'll inevitably end horribly.

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-Rebecca Costa-Brown POV-

The preliminary report on New Fukuoka, as some had taken to calling it, laid across her desk. She had already read it. The steel trap of Alexandria's mind would never forget a single word but Rebecca Costa-Brown, Chief Director of the embattled PRT was not expected to have such a sharp memory.

So it stayed.

Eventually she looked up from her third reading of the report and gazed upon her monitor. There the various Directors were shown hunched over their own reports.

This was not surprising, it was a rather unprecedented situation. An entire island restored to the surface and a grand city having been built upon it. The sheer scope of it was already impressive, but what truly unsettled her, and the rest of her organisation, was that they had had no warning of it happening whatsoever.

The PRT was an organisation that stretched across North America and had a wide recruiting base for thinkers of all sorts. So large was their access to these parahumans that an entire thinktank called Watchdog had been formed to monitor and prevent economic, social and political disruption from parahumans. An entire tinker tech city hidden in the depths certainly should have been discovered long before it was completed.

Yet no one had had a clue.

Cauldron's resources stretched yet further than the PRT's. They had accrued favours from thousands of people across the world, had the ear of every major government and possessed the strongest precognitive parahuman to ever exist.

But they were just as blind to this as the rest of the world.

"Dragon, is there an update" she asked the only non-member of the PRT present on screen. Dragon had volunteered to inspect the city herself, reasonably arguing that there was no one better suited to examining the tinker tech of New Fukuoka.

"While I have yet to fully sweep the entire city, much less the rest of the island, there are a few details that I have been able to ascertain"

Director Armstrong leaned forwards, a spark of interest in his eyes as he spoke "what have you been able to find out, is the city hostile?"

Dragon paused for a second " as previously stated I have yet to examine the city in full, but all signs point towards no" Dragon waited, likely expecting someone to interject but when none spoke up she continued.

"The technology present in Fukuoka appears to be around fifty years more advanced than current day technology, and seems to be primarily focused on renewable energy and sustainability"

She saw a few Directors relax at that, their shoulders lowering so minutely that few others would have been able to tell. Tagg, on the other hand, narrowed his eyes and appeared confused for a short moment, likely having caught the same thing Rebecca had.

"Well that's relieving, I suppose. A specialisation like that doesn't seem well suited to combat" The Carolina Director said, mopping her brow in relief.

"No" Tagg cut in "any specialisation can be dangerous, a parahuman's capacity for destruction will always outpace their capacity to create" Tagg finished, giving voice to the unspoken concern regarding this city.

Parahumans had a tendency towards conflict, and even the most benign of powers often had hidden side effects. So now the many Directors of the PRT, as well as every other organisation on the planet, had their eyes on New Fukuoka and were waiting for the other shoe to drop.

She leaned forwards, her eyes locked onto Dragon.

"Dragon, that was a very interesting way to describe the tinkertech of New Fukuoka. I know you always choose your words carefully, so would you like to explain further?" She offered, not really giving Dragon a choice in the matter.

Dragon briefly looked hesitant.

"It is as I have said the technology of this island is fifty years ahead of us" Dragon said "I confirmed it myself, a number of engineers and scientists on the away team also confirmed it."

The room was shocked silent for a moment as everyone present came to understand exactly what Dragon had just said. She stewed in that silence as her hunch was confirmed.

This was big, no it was huge.

There was a person or group present in the world capable of advancing science by decades. How? Had they broken the black box of tinkertech? Was it their power?

"Dragon" Director Hearthrow spoke up "are you trying to tell us that not a single part of this city is made of tinkertech?" His face was pale as he looked at the rest of the Directors on his monitor. The rest seemed just as lost as him.

"I'm placing a gag order on this information" she began "no one is to know of this, this coul-"

"Chief Director, I have already informed the liaison of this 20 minutes ago" Dragon cut her off "As you know the only way I was allowed into Japan to inspect this case was by allowing a personal liaison who served on behalf of the Diet to accompany me. I was ordered to report any relevant findings to him."

She held back a curse as she rubbed her head, to most Dragon only seemed neurotic in regards to the law but Rebecca was one of the few who knew of Dragon's nature as an A.I. as well as her restrictions. The obligation to obey authorities, regardless of her opinion on the matter, was one that Rebecca had eagerly taken advantage of in the past, so it was a rather bitter irony that this restriction was now coming back to haunt her.

"Fine" she waved her hand "You can inform your liaison, I can speak to the Japanese Government and impress upon them the need for secrecy. The interest the CUI would give them should be enough to convince them.

Rebecca looked across the many Directors "I don't think I need to explain why this is so paradigm shattering or why this situation needs to be handled carefully"

She continued to speak, directing various elements of her subordinates as well as her bureaucracy all the while her hand deftly texted a number she rarely had much reason to call so urgently.

'Dammit Contessa, you had better be on top of this'

-Meanwhile-

To: [email protected]

Subject: Fukuoka Documents

Dear Prime Minister

Please find the attached documents linked to this email.

The investigation into New Fukuoka is already bearing fruit, the city is not made of tinkertech it's all mundane technology decades more advanced than anything we've seen!

This could be exactly what we need to gain support from the rest of the world that will be needed if we wish to regain what we have lost. Everyone will want what this city has, the solar panels alone could revolutionise the energy industry.

Swift action will likely be needed to secure New Fukuoka before anyone else can.

Yours faithfully

Renji Nakamura

Number 33 looked up from the device, a piece of tinkertech designed to secretly observe calls and emails coming and going from a certain radius.

Number 33 as well as Number 22 and Number 17 has been teleported into Kyushu in order to observe the situation. Foreign interests in their sphere of influence always drew heavy attention from the Yangban.

He accessed the attached documents and scrolled through the detailed schematics and documentation.

One would need to be informed of this.

AN: And here we have the first ripple effects of what the SI has done. His tech doesn't have a black box, or at least the more understandable parts of his tech don't. 1st level SilkPunk and 2nd level SolarPunk don't really have anything esoteric enough to trip up Earth Bet's scientists, it's basically just current technology if given a push in a certain direction for a few decades.

What's Contessa doing during all of this? You'll see.

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Chapter 3: Chapter 3: Opening Moves

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The world readies itself for the coming conflict, and monsters plot in the shadows.

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Chapter 3: Opening Moves

NEWS: July 10th, 2010

Historic Bilateral Military Exercise to Launch with Newest Chinese Navy

China Daily

In a groundbreaking advancement of interoperability and cooperation , the military forces of China and North Korea will strengthen their alliance when the military exercise Wukong 65 takes place from July 24th through July 30th of the east coast of North Korea.

The newest iteration of the aircraft carrier: Liaoning marks a historic milestone with the integration of 12 tinkertech specialities, a significant event in the United Imperial Army's history as well as the Yangban's.

For the first time in 30 years this exercise has created an unprecedented opportunity to validate joint operational capabilities across the East China Sea and strengthen response to foreign invasions of the Emperor's land.

Key highlights of the military exercise include:

Synchronised operations along the coast of North Korea.

Joint training in coastal defence against a hostile parahuman force.

Enhanced focus on expeditionary based operations.

Joint cooperation in the integration of cutting edge cyberwarfare operations.

Led by General Hu Shi of the Imperial Navy, This exercise brings together elite members of all branches of the United Imperial Army as well as the Yangban who are being led in this operation by the esteemed Two.

This exercise serves as a cornerstone of the C.U.I.'s continued commitment to an orderly Asiatic bloc free from the influence of outside powers that seek to subvert the Emperor's government.

-Meanwhile, on another Earth-

If there was ever living example of the phrase 'garbage in, garbage out' Contessa was currently in the running to become it.

"Are you telling me" Alexandria began, rubbing her head in her hands, "that after whatever effect that prevented thinkers from working on the city expired you asked the path if the Tinkertechpresent on the island would have any disruptive effects on the path?"

"That is correct" Contessa replied, at least having the decency of appearing sheepish in the face of a massive fuckup.

"But because there is no tinkertech your path couldn't see any disruption."

"Indeed."

Alexandria stared at Contessa for a moment, her head still hurting in spite of her invulnerability. "What about now? What consequences will New Fukuoka bring to the world?"

Wordlessly Contessa placed a large number of documents on the table, before sliding them over to each member.

Kurt glanced across the papers, nodding in places, before sighing and looking up at the rest of them. "This supports my own research into the matter. The technology present has the potential to upset the global economy, some of it good and some of it very bad."

That sounded about right to Alexandria, you couldn't just place down a city decades more advanced than the rest of the world and expect for there to be no ripples.

"While the reliance on oil has gone down since the arrival of Behemoth the influence of various oil tycoons is not insubstantial" Kurt mused "Their influence is already waning, so they'll feel even more threatened by the arrival of technology that could make them impotent. They'll almost certainly fight the proliferation of New Fukuoka"

Eidolon frowned, looking up from his notes "Would we even have the manufacturing ability to produce some of this technology, the buildings make heavy use of carbons nanotubes. That's not something we can produce without tinkertech."

"Yes that is true" Kurt nodded "However not every piece of technology is beyond our ability to make. Much of what is present is simply modern technology if it was given a few decades of iteration and improvement. Electric motors, batteries, filtration devices, solar panels and even something as banal as cooking equipment."

It was Alexandria who cut in next, her tone unusually morose "This is all true, however there are other concerns in addition to this. The C.U.I. is mobilising to take Kyushu."

The statement rang across the room, it was something they had all been thinking of but nobody had wanted to put into words. The 'military exercise' was almost insulting in how much of a paper thin excuse it was. It wasn't just Cauldron who had seen the lie for what it was, most of the world knew what was coming.

War.

"Contessa, can you prevent the invasion from taking place" Eidolon asked, likely already knowing the answer.

The hatted woman shook her head.

"Perhaps if I had caught on to what was happening sooner, but now… there is only one way to fully prevent this war from happening" Contessa trailed off, looking slightly uncertain as she did.

Alexandria, in spite of all her decades of fighting and experience, felt a shiver run down her spine. Contessa wasn't someone who typically hesitated. If there was a path that accomplished her goals she usually took it and only stopped to think after the fact. So for her to hesitate, to wait at all was concerning.

She caught David's eye. The man was sitting forwards in his seat, almost as if he were ready to bolt out of it at a moments notice. He had been like this as soon as he finished reading the document. A strange blend of concern and excitement danced across his face in a way only she could see.

"And?" David simply asked.

"The complete destruction of New Fukuoka would be required, it is what is drawing the C.U.I. out, with the city gone they would no longer have a practical reason to invade Japan" Contessa explained "It would require either a nuclear bomb or a similarly destructive tinkertech device."

The room stilled. That was large, the world would start asking questions if the newly emerged city was suddenly wiped out by a weapon of mass destruction. Fingers would inevitably point towards the PRT and America. They were already present on the island and the local population had reason to suspect them from their pull out of Japan after Leviathan.

"You can't simply persuade the C.U.I. leadership or kill off the leaders of the invasion?" Alexandria questioned.

"Assassination or diplomacy would buy time, but it wouldn't prevent this war from taking place. China has many grievances with Japan, so the political will to invade will always be present. The only reason it hasn't happened sooner was because it would have expended too much for too little gain, but with New Fukuoka that has changed."

And the only way for that to be true once more would be to destroy the city completely. What a shit situation.

A light cough was heard across the table as Doctor Mother lowered her coffee cup back on to her coaster. The woman had be enviously calm throughout the meeting, reading through the notes provided and listening with a detached and serene air despite the circumstances.

"New Fukuoka shouldn't be destroyed, at least not yet. Our scientists and engineers are still combing through the city and documenting their findings. We can revisit the idea of destroying the city later, but for now we should act as if we can't" The woman laid out, pausing and cupping her chin with a thoughtful look on her face.

"If we can't stop this war then can we use it to our advantage? Would it be possible to turn this war into a long drawn out low intensity conflict?"

Alexandria knew what she was asking, could they turn this situation into one which created the ideal environment for more triggers.

Contessa paused at that, silently going through the question in her head before consulting her thinker power.

"Yes, however the first battle is always going to be devastating. In fact we will need to make it more so if we want to achieve what you're suggesting. As it stands Kyushu will fall to the C.U.I. in one month if nothing is done."

Doctor Mother leaned back in her chair thoughtfully before responding "What if we send the irregulars?"

Alexandria hummed at the thought. The irregulars were Case-53's who didn't quitemeet the requirements for being released into the world. Considering they had recently released a woman made up of uncontrollable strangling tentacles that said a lot on the condition of the irregulars.

"00478, 01429, 01987 and 02173 would be suitable to be released, provided you allow me to place them in certain areas and at certain times. The rest are too unstable to be of any use."

Four parahumans wouldn't be enough to turn the tides of the war. She knew the parahumans Contessa was referring to and while each and every one of them was potent they would only slow the C.U.I. down.

"The President was discussing ways of re-opening dialogue with the Japanese Government. One of the plans was to retake the Okinawa islands from the warlords that had taken them."

The Okinawa islands had once served as an American base but when Leviathan sunk Kyushu those bases had been deemed to be too at risk and were evacuated. Now that Kyushu had reemerged there were talks going on at the highest levels of the United State's government to drive out the local warlord and reestablish the military base.

"Would soldiers help even the odds Contessa?" Eidolon asked, picking up what Alexandria was suggesting.

"If they were well supplied and had a small contingent of parahumans at hand" Contessa paused before turning towards Alexandria "I'll send you an email regarding the specific parahumans that will be needed."

Well, it seemed like they had a plan.

Alexandria leaned back in her chair, rolling the plan over in her head. A constant low level war with the C.U.I. would likely boost funding if she could word things well to the President. Recruitment might also see a small surge, she would have to contact Glenn later to get him focused on potential propaganda.

All of this while keeping the advancements made possible by new Fukuoka. Alexandria was no stranger to turning disasters into advantages, but this was quite the coup.

Assuming nobody was stupid enough to flip the table again.

-Alexander POV-

"Brothers of the mines rejoice! Swing, swing, swing with me!" I sung off key as my powers drilled through rock and gravel.

I had very quickly gotten bored of wading across the bottom of the ocean, so I had picked a direction and started digging.

It was about a day after I started that I realised my tinker power wasn't being refilled at all, and then realised I had to be building for the process to actually kick in. So that was a day wasted.

Now I was leaving little underground houses along the tunnel I was creating, The dark and shadowy atmosphere, as well as my lack of focus had the tunnel resembling a shanty town. Mismatched houses and rugged improvisation whenever the mood struck me to fix my lousy work.

It wasn't pretty, but it was scratching that itch I had since leaving Kyushu.

"Raise your pick and raise your voice! Sing, sing, sing with me!"

And also I may be the slightest bit bored.

My singing came to an abrupt end as a light bloomed inside my mind. My tinker power had once again evolved and was prodding me for a direction with all the energy of a puppy hyped up on cocaine.

I quickly glanced at my current choices.

SilkPunk Level 1- A mesh of magic and technology with an aesthetic that mirrors East Asia. It is a mesh of both technology and poetry where art has meaning beyond simply beauty.

Should I upgrade either of these specialties? I'm pretty content with where SolarPunk is already at. My hobby was building cities, what reason would I have for SolarPunk technology on the scale of islands or continents?

No, I wanted something that could add a little more oomph.

NanoPunk Level 1- The science of a world where nanites and bio-nanotechnologies are widely in use and are the predominant force in society.

I blinked as what felt like an encyclopaedia was shoved into my head. Most of my tech trees had pre-requisite knowledge that you needed to understand before you could fully grasp them in their entirety. SilkPunk had involved a fair amount of woodworking and mythology, while SolarPunk focused on the Environmental Sciences.

I had expected that something similar would happen here, what I was not expecting was the topic the power chose. Biology related to the human species was not what I had been expecting, but as it settled I quickly dismissed that thought in favour of the sheer potential.

Because dear god had I been wasteful! So much room that I could have used in the construction of my city was taken up by ugly bulk!

Now I had nanoscale circuitry and materials, and not simply nanotubes like I had before. Alloys that could be made only with nanoscale manufacturing danced in my head, offering materials lighter than aluminium and stronger than titanium. It was absurd, and it had made both of my other tech trees better by its inclusion.

I started back up on digging my hole, the ragged houses around me taking on a sleeker and more refined look.

I hummed happily, I would continue on like this for another day or so before resurfacing and regaining my bearings.

I could only hope that while I was down here the people of Japan were happy with getting their island back, because my next city would blow the previous one out of the water!

AN: Things are starting to heat up. War is on the horizon and Cauldron is looking to milk the current situation for all it's got. Meanwhile the MC is doing his own thing and happily plodding along. Where is he going next? Only I know!

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Chapter 4: Chapter 4: Gimme the City!

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The war for New Fukuoka begins.

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Chapter 4: Gimme the City!

-New Fukuoka PRT Scientist POV-

It really was incredible just how quickly things could change. Nicholas had spent years studying engineering, went to Harvard University to spend years of gruelling study pouring over papers and spare parts before finally applying to the PRT's research division.

Why? Because he had wanted to be the first to reverse engineer those blasted tinker inventions. Years of bitter disappointment had dulled those dreams to a weak cinder. Tinkertech just didn't make sense at any level, they were full of gaps where the laws of physics went to die. Electricity somehow being conducted through thin air, energy coming from nowhere, spontaneous magnetic fields. It was enough to drive lesser men to tears.

Nicholas had simply grown glumly resigned to it. He still subscribed to every noteworthy scientific article and still published any findings he deemed relevant, but the spark from his earlier days was just gone.

Or so he had thought.

Since coming to New Fukuoka he had been awash in new possibilities.

"Pretty crazy, eh?"

Nicholas looked over to his co-worker Matt as he swirled the coffee in his cup with a spoon.

"What? You mean the island rising back to the surface? The city? The technology present? The fact that nobody knows who did it?"

"Yes" the man grinned at him.

Nicholas snorted at that.

"True enough, though the world has seen crazier" Nicholas said, his eyes still deep in his coffee cup as he debated adding more sugar.

"Yeah, but none of those have been so wholly positive" the man argued, leaning his body across the table.

Matt was young, he had only recently joined his team and still held that bright-eyed optimism that Nicholas had once possessed.

He said nothing to the man, content to dwell in his own thoughts. It was true that so far the appearance of New Fukuoka had only brought new discoveries and hope, hell just recently one of their probes had found some futuristic filter off the coast that seemed to encourage the growth of plant and animal life in the vicinity while clearing up the dust and detritus that surrounded the Japanese waters.

But if there was one flaw Matt had it was that he was incurious about topics that didn't interest him, such as politics and the world news. So he wasn't yet aware of the forces mounting across the seas wishing to take this island. He wasn't aware of the many back room deals being discussed around the world in regards to this city.

Nicholas would let him keep his optimism.

Besides, his eyes trailed towards the city once more, this place was amazing in spite of the numerous headaches it had caused. The balcony they were sitting at gave them a direct view of the northern half of the city. White towers reached towards the sky, their frames dotted with plant life. The local nature seemed to blend into the city, making it hard to discern where one ended and the other began.

Below he could see his colleagues working, their voices faint from the height of the building. Geologists were arguing about the new stratigraphy of the island, the numerous aquifers that would likely provide as much water as this city could possibly want. Engineers and Material scientists crowded around a building, their instruments cataloguing every alloy present. Across the city and near the bay he could only barely make out the white dots that were the hydrologists and environmentalists still taking readings from the enormous filter present off the coast.

The city alone would make for hundreds of scientific papers, he would have already sent out a couple if it wasn't for all the NDA's he had to sign.

This certainly wasn't how he thought his dream would come true, but it had and he could only take this opportunity and grip it with both hands.

He grinned lightly as he chugged the rest of his coffee.

Time to start working again.

-Shuten-Douji POV-

Good things come to those that wait.

She grinned as she waved towards the crowd.

The capital city of the Ehime prefecture was not a location she usually went to herself, often preferring to send subordinates to rule in her stead. Her main area of operations was near Takamatsu, the last holdout of the weak and ineffectual laughingstock on Shikoku island.

Seriously, get a clue morons!

But much like everyone else in Japan her plans had been overturned by the sudden reappearance of Kyushu as well as the interference of those boorish westerners. So she had altered her plans and chose to come here, the nearest city to Kyushu in her territory.

Her sister could deal with shoring up the borders, this was an opportunity she had to jump on!

"Fellow children of the rising sun! I come to you with fury beating in breast and a thirst to balance the scales!" She roared out. "The ones who abandoned you dare to sell something that they hold no ownership of, for it belongs to you! You and every other poor soul forced to flee from their homes!"

The crowd murmured at that, the choler of the mob rising at the mention of their loss, of their abandonment to shanty towns and poorly equipped refugee camps.

"Worse yet, they sell it to Americans! Betrayers! Thieves, come to take what is rightfully ours!" She hollered, her voice alight with true fury. Because how dare they! How dare they come back now! Only once they had something to gain from picking at their corpse, like carrion birds!

The black mood of the crowd only heightened at her words, there was no love lost to their once ally.

"I come to you now to say: no more! No more will we be treated like we're disposable, like we're less than an afterthought! This is our home! This is our nation!"

The crowd roared back at that, a wordless thing of bile and hatred.

She smiled as she looked around, noting who had been cheering and those who had not.

"Our honour will once more shine when we feed it with the blood of the cowardly and the profane! The Chinese stalk at our borders and the Americans whisper poison into our ears! Who here has the wisdom to see this?" She yelled, her voice reaching a crescendo of hate.

The crowd screamed back, once more any individual voice lost amidst the baying mob.

"Much of us have lost much" She toned her voice back down, almost to a deep murmur "We have, all of us, lost family and friends to the beast Leviathan"

The crowd stilled at that.

"We have, all of us, lost yet more to the negligence that followed" her voice rose. "But I promise those that fled will be returned to their homes, we will drive out the invaders and filth that dare to tread our soil and it shall be ours forevermore!" She finished triumphantly.

Screams and applause met her as she stepped of the impromptu podium.

Her smile grew as she walked towards her car, the driver obediently opening the door for her. She looked back at the many faces of her people, she looked at the bloody hope fill their gaunt dirty faces as she left.

The soft leather of her seat met the back of her head as she slumped backwards.

"Uuuuggghhhhh!" She groaned.

Why did she have to repeat that speech across the city five more times!

Oh right, because communications were spotty out here in the boonies. Fuck.

"Well I think you did alright!" chirped a voice to her right.

She turned to face her long time friend Mayuko Omi. In the aftermath of her trigger event the woman had been of great aid to her and her sister. Her former job as a news anchor had made her an able advisor in the matters of public relations and interpersonal relations. Something that her sister Ibaraki was still struggling with.

"Of course I did well, I'm me" she waved the compliment off "I just wish I had more time to speak to these people."

Her friend smiled at that.

"It's already going to be a busy day and your schedule is packed. If you had to give a speech as long as the one you first made, we wouldn't be able to get to the war meeting."

Shuten pouted slightly at that, the document she had prepared wasn't that long! Besides wasn't it important for her subjects to know what she expected of them, what their role was?

"I'm aware" she sighed "The meeting comes first. No pretty words should come before action." She wouldn't be like them. She wouldn't let the ones she was responsible for die simply because it was more convenient to look pretty instead of wading through the mud and blood.

Matsuyama was one of the many cities that refugees from Kyushu had fled to after the loss of their homes. They had hoped to find aid and succour her, a place to stave of the horror they had come from.

A collapsing economy, the retreat of their allies, and an overstressed system never meant for as many people as there were quickly snuffed those hopes out. Shanty towns had cropped up around nearly every city in Japan. Roving warlords had shattered what remained of law and order in several parts of Japan.

The promise of tomorrow had once more been stolen from them, revealed to be a lie once more.

But now a gift from the heavens had presented itself. She was best positioned to take advantage of New Fukuoka, a city that had the means and resources to house the least fortunate of her territory. She would claim it, and use it to elevate herself above her rivals, above the bickering warlords and soulless officials.

Yes, it was true. Good things come to those who wait, but those who want to keep it must take action.

-PRT Guard POV-

Here's a little tip that most grunts don't get after joining up: if you want to live a long healthy life as a member of the PRT you should choose to be assigned to the most out of the way places imaginable. It was a method that had kept him away from the crazies for the last ten years, all while getting a sizeable pay check for essentially patrolling and looking intimidating.

Unfortunately his stint at Christmas Island- yes it's real, look it up-had come to an abrupt end when a fucking island decided to pull a Lazarus and returned with a shiny new paint job.

Bullshit, but then he had long given up trying to make sense of anything.

He had been reassigned startlingly quickly and was now expected to patrol a mystery high tech city.

As a man with common sense he had promptly decided: fuck that, and chose a patrol route on the outskirts of New Fukuoka which was also conveniently decently close to a temporary airbase the PRT had set up.

So when the incredibly sketchy city inevitably started spewing out monsters or worse, he would be ready to hightail it out of there. After all it's not like the PRT expected a single grunt to stick around and deal with a high level threat. Protocol demanded he link up with other PRT elements in such an event.

Protocol was honestly such a godsend, he had gotten out of so much trouble simply by understanding the dysfunctional rules better than his superiors.

Thus you can imagine his incredulous panic when the sound of explosions screams and gunfire start coming from the airbase.

His hand immediately reached down to his radio, and pushed down on the PTT button before barking into it.

"Delta Base, this is Hawk 4, I'm hearing sounds of combat coming from Beta Base. Acknowledge."

The crackle of his radio was his only answer.

"Fucking bullshit" he cursed quietly.

Okay, so he was either being jammed or Delta Base was also being attacked, neither of those were good. There were numerous (and conflicting) rules he was supposed to take when in a situation like this, but he had never been that good of a soldier so he was going to trust his gut and make up a bunch of bullshit after the fact to justify his actions.

First he should try to identify who is attacking Beta Base…from a safe distance.

Ignoring the sound of screams and the tortured scream of air being ripped through by hundreds of bullets, he ducked low and looked around for a vantage point.

He spotted a hill a hundred or so meters away, from what he could see it would give him a decent view at the base. Keeping low he started to jog towards the hill, his breath feeling heavier than it should and his heart beating itself into a frenzy.

Every step seemed heavier than usual, and he was never more aware of every sound he made wading through bushes and tall grass. He winced at every snapped branch, hoping whatever enemy was out there wouldn't find him.

This sucked!

Why the fuck did this have to happen to him!

Eventually he made it to the hill and shimmied his way to the vantage point on his belly.

It did not look good. Smoke was curling lazily up into the air from the numerous fires that blazed across the compound. Dead soldiers seemed to litter the floor as what could only be described as monsters crawled towards the last holdouts of men firing desperately into the oncoming horde.

Wow. He was really glad he hadn't followed protocol this time.

He studied the attackers carefully, as much as he wanted to inwardly crow at being right about the island being some secret monster factory that thought didn't line up with what he was seeing.

He had studied Nilbog and his creations. All PRT members who gain the clearance necessary inevitably tend to dip their toes into the horrors that dot the planet. It was practically a rite of passage. So he was familiar with the green rotted looking horrors, as well as a hundred other flavours of self-replicating monsters.

One thing you tended to notice after spending so much time researching them, is that they tend to stick with a theme. Oh sure Nilbog had variety to his creations but they were all still recognisably his. That same was true for all the others too.

These things however were all unique, every single one of them. Not a single one could be mistaken for another.

A pale tentacled thing stood besides an emaciated long armed yeti bearing down on the soldiers, and a single swipe of one of it's many appendages left the group bisected at the waist.

He winced and pulled out his binoculars. Their tactics didn't resemble swam tactics either, if anything it was reminding him of a group of drunken men in the middle of a bar brawl. Powerful, chaotic and not at all coordinated.

He narrowed his eyes, looking over each and every one of the eight parahumans who had assaulted Beta Base before he saw confirmation. An omega symbol. These were all Case-53's, and it was with a sudden chill up his spine that he finally remembered them. This group had been a part of the briefing regarding villainous elements present in Japan.

"Ah fuck" he bit down on his impulse to stay and continue observing, the last remaining PRT soldiers were now starting to thin out rapidly and the sound of gunfire was starting to be drowned out by the discordant laughter of the rotund eyeless member of the attackers.

He pushed back, getting out of sight before sprinting towards the city. His best chance of survival rested with the heroes stationed there. If comms were being jammed then they needed to be warned.

The Hyakki Yagyō were here.

AN: Local forces begin to move, local for Japan anyway. I'll get a map with various warlord factions I've made and post it soon, I'm just having trouble with the map.

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