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Bio Forge Master (Rewrite) by Throwaway1971
Books » Private Rated: M, English, Romance, Words: 137k+, Favs: 68, Follows: 80, Published: Dec 12, 2023 Updated: Mar 15, 2024
29Chapter 10: 09
Bio-Forge Master
Chapter 9
Fran didn't actually get a chance to roll until after Taylor had headed home, though not before she gave him a hug and thanked him, and Aisha had already claimed his bed but not before telling him that he could share it with her.
But now that he was in his Personal Reality, he felt now was a good time to roll!
Rolling…
Karmatron Dynamics – (900 cp) (GUNNM)
Fail
Rolling…
Karma Chameleon – (900 cp) (GUNNM)
Fail
Rolling…
Feel it out – (600 cp) (F.e.a.r.)
Success
Remaining CP: 250
Blinking he picked up one of the DragonTech phones and examined it, and as he examined it slowly his understanding of how it was created and how to improve upon it came to it. DragonTech phones weren't tinkertech, it lacked the blackboxing normal tinkertech has. It is mundane technology that was influenced, no inspired by tinkertech! Though still nowhere close to what tinkertech can do, it was roughly fifty to seventy five ahead of what phones are able to do in 2011.
Actually it was fairly impressive as the phone was built using mundane technology but using methodology inspired by tinkertech! In fact improving the phones would be difficult, as physically the phone was… well not 'perfect' but currently as best as it could get. However through Feel It Out Fran could see how he could improve the software, incorporate better security measures; anti-tracking, anti-spyware, anti-theft and so on.
Humming in thought he sat the phone down and started to examine the laptop, and as the laptop wasn't influenced by tinkertech during its creation Feel It Out worked faster than it had on the phone. Software would be relatively straight forward, but upgrading the hardware would be a bit more challenging. With the electronics he had on hand and what he could cannibalize from his lab he could make the laptop into something special, however… he needed more.
More computers, more servers, more cooling… everything! Currently he has been doing all of his work on the Zoanthrope gene in his head, it had been enough but now with his… admittedly ambitious plans he needed a proper computer setup.
Shaking his head he sat his laptop down and grabbed his DragonTech phone and got to setting it up. He could improve it after he made a text, he just hoped she wouldn't charge him out the nose… he was somewhat low on cash at the moment.
After a few minutes he shot a text out.
Patches: I need some information, however as I lack the funds I was hoping we could come to an agreement.
AllSeeingEye: If this is who I think it is… meet me at the usual place?
Patches: Masked or civvie?
AllSeeingEye: Civvie, wouldn't want to ruin your new heroic rep now would we?
Patches: Fair. See you tomorrow, around twelve?
AllSeeingEye: I text you when I shake observation. So just hang around Boardwalk, somewhere not crowded but not empty of people. We'll talk then.
Patches: *thumbs up*
Putting his new phone away Fran moved to set up the others, humming all the while.
50 CP gained!
300 CP available!
Rolling…
"Wait! What!?"
Synchronicity Event – (300 cp) (F.e.a.r.)
Success
0 CP remaining
That minor psionic talent Fran had moments ago? It boomed and grew larger; telekinesis, telepathy, remote monitoring, limited pre and post cognition, the beginnings of psychokinesis! He was no Alma Wade, he doubted he could ever match the psionic potential of the Mother of the Apocalypse… and honestly the thought of having the power to warp reality intimidated him beyond belief! It would attract all sorts of attention (though the potential was there… much to his discomfort), and perhaps even the Golden Idiot would notice and that wouldn't end well for him or anyone else he imagined.
But what's more… he knew how to awaken and teach others psionics! Only one school at a time, and chances are they'd never match his potential without years… decades of focused training but still. It opened avenues… it also gave him a defense against precogs, and gave him a layer of security that gave him more relief than he expected.
Rubbing his face Fran just sighed and decided to do a little more work before getting some sleep, and honestly? The thought of cuddling with Aisha sounded all too pleasant currently.
Finishing setting up the phones, Fran got up and left his Personal Reality and after removing the emblem that granted access and putting it in a hiding spot he made his way to his bedroom. It was a small set up, much like his apartment really, but it was large enough.
Entering he already saw Aisha curled up and asleep, and if the pile of clothes were any indicator she was completely bare assed under the sheets. Shaking his head in amusement Fran also started to undress until he was only in his boxers and he slid into the bed. It was a tight squeeze but Fran knew Aisha was counting on it.
How did he know? Well she 'conveniently' rolled around and snuggled right into his side. Chuckling faintly he pulled her close and closed his eyes.
"Aisha. Stop it." He said not opening his eyes.
Aisha's groping hand stopped… but she didn't remove her hand from his boxers because of course she wouldn't.
"Goddamnit Aisha…" He muttered while the aforementioned gremlin giggled before she went to sleep properly.
(R-18)
First time
Vanilla
Handholding
Creampie
Fran grunted and snorted before opening his eyes only to find himself face to face with Aisha, who was very naked and laying right on top of him. The eye contact and his still new psionic abilities allowed Fran to really see Aisha, not the stupidly sexy girl but who she is. The truth of her emotions that he only had a reasonable assumption of.
She enjoyed teasing him, she enjoyed knowing he thought she was sexy. She loves that he actually pays attention to her, not as a bratty kid or a pain in the ass sibling, but as an actual person. She found it amusing that her brother keeps trying to intimidate him. She loves the fact that he allowed her into his 'secret' life as a bullshit cape, she loves that he's willing to make her his partner. She loves that he doesn't mind helping Taylor, and she finds it amusing that he likes Taylor's legs just as much as she does.
"Why don't you do things to me?" He heard her thoughts, "Everyone else tries stuff, but you're the only one I wouldn't mind…"
On one hand… Fran was furious that people tried to 'do stuff with her' but on the other hand he was… happy that he was the only one she wanted. His next actions he wasn't sure if they were dictated by logic or something more emotional but… she squeaked as Fran's hand gripped her hips, her eyes widening in surprise. She never expected anything like this from Fran, the guy that was always in control of his actions for better or worse.
Fran could see all the wild scenarios running through her head, every fetish she wanted to experiment with, every act she saw videos of. He saw every sex act that repulsed and disgusted her. He saw her dream of him taking her as Doctor Patches in full costume in the ruins of the main base of the Merchants, the gang destroyed completely. And he claims her like a conquering barbarian.
Aisha gasped and Fran realized that apparently his dick came out to play, and while he tolerated Aisha's addition. He was going to have to fix it, having a 'switchblade' dick was very… comfortable? No, awkward honestly.
Still, that was for Future Fran to correct, Current Fran felt like he should make… his Aisha know just how much he desires her. Nothing too wild despite her expectations, no this would be special.
Fran shifted around until his dick poked out from his boxers and she squirmed, no doubt to slide down and suck it, but Fran's wouldn't allow her to. He just chuckled at her and kissed her, which she melted into and returned. Both were slow, and Aisha was particularly timid (which is particularly surprising given the girl in question), but slowly Aisha grew more confident and more… adventurous.
She opened her mouth to deepen the kiss, allowing Fran to slip his tongue in and their tongue wrestled with each other. One hand remained massaging her ass, while the other moved up and down her back. Between his physiological and surgical knowledge, he knew every inch of Aisha right down to the bone and tissue.
Eventually he broke the kiss and they both stared, their lips still connected by a string of saliva. Aisha's cheeks flush and her eyes dilated and…
"Is that a fucking heart!? That isn't physically possible without extensive surgical alterations!?" Honestly it reminded him of some bad hentai.
Still, that was neither here nor there, he would puzzle over it later. Right now, he decided to give her what she wanted, what she desired. She would hear him silently pleading, she would never voice it. Life had conditioned her to never show a moment of weakness, even to those you care for.
Frans hands gripped her hips, while he used his telekinesis to 'line' himself up and pushed her down as he thrust upwards. She gasped and Fran barely stopped himself from twitching when the hearts in her eyes started to beat. It was distracting, but not by a large degree, and a part of it amused him and made him feel like a hentai protagonist!
Does this make him a… what's the opposite of a Fat Bastard? Granted he didn't steal Aisha from anyone but… he wasn't really that knowledgeable of hentai tropes. But it didn't matter anyway, Fran just… relished Aisha's insides. They spasmed and grasped the intruder, in time she would learn how to manipulate those muscles to milk him without having to move… but that would come later and with practice.
Instead, he let her adjust… and listened to her thoughts and felt her emotions.
And though he gave her time to adjust, his hands weren't idle. They explored her nubile body, and though he was no sex guru he knew the human body. Coupled with his telepathy he learned what she liked, what she didn't, and so much more.
The pain of losing her virginity was unpleasant, but at the same time she was curious.
Eventually Aisha adjusted as she sat atop Fran, the sheet that was covering them thrown back allowing Fran to take in all her naked perfection. She preened under his gaze, and presented himself, wanting him to touch and play with her. Which he obliged, his hands rubbed her sides and cupped her breasts. She moaned as he pinched her nipples and rolled them around.
And after a few minutes his hands found her own and held them, their fingers lacing together.
Aisha screwed her face up as she focused, pushing herself upwards before dropping back down making her gasp again. Over and over, she did it until the room was filled with the creaking of his bed and the soft airy gasps of Aisha. However, the fact is this was her first time and soon enough her first orgasm hit her.
Fran groaned as Aisha's depths spasmed and gripped him tightly, like a vice lined in velvet. Aisha just tensed as she rode it out, moaning and gasping as her nervous system lit up and her body was assaulted by pleasurable sensations she never truly experienced before.
And never did she stop holding his hands, even when she fell forward onto his chest, breathing heavily. He could hear her thoughts; she was disappointed in herself for not pleasing him… for not doing good enough. However, before any self-doubts could start to take root he pulled her into another kiss, while his hands went to her hips, and he started thrusting. While she wasn't physically exhausted, not truly, the orgasm took more out of her than she expected.
That was fine, Fran wasn't a stranger to taking care of himself. Besides it's something they would get better at with practice.
And after finally claiming Aisha, he intended to practice with her on a regular basis provided life didn't throw them a curveball.
Regardless as Fran thrusted into his lover, she broke the kiss to gasp with each trust, the hearts in her eyes now beat rapidly… possibly in tune with her heart. Instead, he focused on his own peak, his thrusts now replaced with quick ones and at the last moment where he buried himself as far as he could and filled her with his essence, his lips claim her own once more to muffle the screaming orgasm she experienced as she flooded her womb with his cum.
One spurt, two, three, and finally four… and as the flow sputtered and stopped the two just laid there. Aisha's head resting on his chest, and his chin resting on hers, they both just… basked in the afterglow. And due to the nature of Aisha's augment he… didn't get soft. However, neither were in the mood for more, and Aisha clearly enjoyed the feeling of them being connected in such an intimate fashion.
"You're going to take responsibility…" Fran didn't chuckle but nodded easily, "We're going to do this at least once a day." Again, he nodded, "... What do you think Tay would do if she came into your lair and saw me riding you on the surgery table?"
That finally got a chuckle out of Fran, "No idea. Possibly run away a blushing mess… probably hide and try to watch?" He speculated.
"... I love you…" Aisha whispered.
"I know." Fran said, "I love you too. Now go to sleep, I have to meet with someone tomorrow and well… I don't know if you will be able to go to school tomorrow."
"Gotta." Aisha mumbled as she closed her eyes, "Must tease Tay." That got him to roll his eyes.
200 CP gained!
Lewd reward rolling…
Hentai Body (Free) (Doujinshi High School)
Success
"Well, that'll make many of her fantasies more possible." He thought as he closed his eyes to get some sleep himself.
(R-18 ends)
"Why am I not surprised to see you here?" Fran just chuckled as he motioned for her to take a seat.
"You know why." Fran said, "They have damn good coffee here, now how have you been Lisa?"
The attractive blonde gave Fran a smirk before she took a seat across from him… and proceeded to order an affront to caffeine in general, he was fairly sure in Italy the abomination was considered a war crime. And that vulpine smirk just… smugged, no doubt her power figuring out. Which he allowed.
Lisa's power was rather interesting, they actually talked about it once a few months back. And despite the downsides, after all there is such a thing as knowing too much, the power is terrifyingly effective sussing out secrets and figuring out puzzles and the like. However, her power was only as good as her information.
Garbage in, Garbage out.
So, Lisa had to learn skills that would allow her to provide her power with good information. Hacking, detective work, all sorts of skills that honestly made her basically a spy without any official training or governmental backing. When Fran pointed that out, she even blushed!
Eventually Lisa's abomination arrived, even the busboy that delivered the drink looked disgusted, and even Fran felt like cursing at her as she took a very deliberate swig of it with a look of pure delight! Eventually she sat the drink down and looked at him thoughtfully.
"Well, ain't you relaxed? Something good happen?" She asked curiously clearly fishing for more information for her power to chew on, she's predictable like that.
Fran was pretty positive that it was a Thinker thing in general.
"Something happened." Fran answered with a nod as he sipped his own proper coffee, "But let's get down to business, shall we?"
Lisa rolled her eyes and huffed playfully, "Fine. Stop a girl from having fun why don't you…" She grumbled.
Fran just snorted, "Please, you enjoy my company." He retorted, "I'm the only one that actually enjoys your snark."
"And you enjoy the eye candy, don't forget that." She teased with a grin, "You know you could get in trouble for that mister!~"
"Mmm, so… wanna hear my request?" Fran asked.
"Sure." Lisa said, "But you didn't deny what I said! I'm on to you!"
Fran just shook his head, "I need some locations, preferably fronts for the gangs. Electronics, computers, what have you." He said, "And seeing as I'm short on money… how about a favor?"
"... Five favors." Lisa retorted, though he could already see her mind chewing on what he had said, trying to figure out what he was after.
Due to him using his psionic abilities to throw her power off slightly, it was less than helpful forcing her to rely on her hard learned skills. Something she enjoyed more than she'd willing to admit, it didn't hurt that without her powers giving too much information it allowed her to… appreciate Fran's style of dress.
She definitely approved of his tight clothes, and 'listening' in she wondered how much better he'd look out of them.
"One favor." Fran said, "If you had that many god knows what you'd do."
She pouted, "Okay four then." She said with a huff as she took another drink of her abomination.
"Two." Fran fired back, "I'm not going higher."
"Three?" Lisa had to try.
"Two." Fran said, "Last offer, I can find the places myself it'll just take longer."
Lisa snorted and she looked at her drink thoughtfully as she rolled the idea around in her pretty head.
"Fine." She said with a sigh, "Two favors. I'll have a list ready in a few hours. Now, since you're hear how have you been doing? Still scrambling around?"
"I'm actually in a good place right now." Fran answered honestly, "Got an assistant and everything. Things are looking up, just need to find a better location."
"I could suggest some for another favor." Lisa offered.
"Hmm, as long as your boss isn't connected to them." Fran said.
"Deal." Lisa said with a grin, "Okay, now seriously… How the hell are you messing with my power? And making everyone ignore us?"
"Practice." Fran answered honestly without really telling her anything, "And they aren't ignoring us. They're just not really perceiving us… to them we're just two strangers enjoying a cup of coffee in silence."
"But… I thought…" Fran just gave her a cheeky grin as he sipped his coffee.
Who knew messing with Thinkers would be so amusing?
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Bio Forge Master (Rewrite) by Throwaway1971
Books » Private Rated: M, English, Romance, Words: 137k+, Favs: 68, Follows: 80, Published: Dec 12, 2023 Updated: Mar 15, 2024
29Chapter 11: 10
Bio-Forge Master
Chapter 10
"Okay, no more distractions."
Aisha was busy with whatever she did when not with him or at school and Taylor was with her, he had the day off from work, and he had everything he needed to get to work. Granted a part of him was concerned, knowing the sort of chaos Aisha could cause, however he refused to be one of those guys that demanded to know where Aisha was every moment she was away from him. He simply had to trust that she wouldn't get into too much trouble as much as that didn't sit well with him.
At least Taylor was with her so hopefully she could keep Aisha from acting out too badly.
Regardless, it was time to operate! Thankfully, his new psychic powers provided a solution regarding how awkward it is operating on himself, astral projecting and possessing an anatomically correct (not that correct) 'meat' puppet.
So now he could operate on himself and not have to deal with awkward angles or mirrors!
Taking a dose of pain-suppressor Fran projected his mind into the puppet and took it over.
… What did it say about himself that he found himself hot?
Shaking the surprisingly narcissistic thought away, Fran focused on the task at hand. And he had a basic idea where to begin as well! Why not work on the surface and work his way down, probably not the most efficient timewise but it seemed right to him.
Besides, the sooner he didn't have to worry about small caliber gunfire the better, maybe he could incorporate some form of flame retardant as well, seeing as the city had a Rage Dragon problem!
The trick would be combining everything he wanted, a Changer ability, Brute toughness, resistance to fire… and whatever else he thought would help him. Perhaps… hmm, that could wait. Besides putting gills on his neck or along his ribs would present a weakness, he could only imagine how bad it'd hurt if Hookwolf got his hooks into them!
Shaking his head, he used his telekinesis to turn on some 'mood music' for his enjoyment. And no, he didn't question where the music came from, Fran felt relatively safe to assume that the Forge was being sassy in its own way.
"Not that it isn't appropriate." He thought as he started humming along.
The very first augment being the Pinocchio weave to hide all unnatural alterations from traditional scanners, though probably not Tinkertech but that was a problem for Future Fran to deal with. Surprisingly implanting the system of micro-organs wasn't as time consuming as he initially thought, in fact he moved on to the Thermo-Dermis to deal with any Rage Dragon encounters (though he personally never wished to encounter said Rage Dragon as he suspected he could easily burn hotter than the augments tolerances) before implanting the Skinweave Gland which would slowly spread throughout his skin.
Skinweave wouldn't make him bullet or stab proof, however it would prevent anything to penetrate his skin from getting deep enough to hit anything important. Really rather unnecessary as he planned on installing some subdermal protection, but he didn't believe in overkill.
The final implant for his epidermis would be the Exodermis Sheath, which was honestly more efficient than the Biosculptor and in essence combined with some skeletal augments it would provide an even greater separation from Dr. Patches and Fran Moss!
Though after some thought he decided to implant a Flesh Pocket as well, never doubt the utility of a pocket absolutely no one would ever consider looking for!
Finishing that Fran went over to the lab to gather the materials to create four Floating Scapula along with all the other skeletal reinforcements he had in mind. After some thought he got a gurney and just got everything he would need for the intense surgery ahead of him.
Honestly, he was rather embarrassed he didn't do it in the first place.
Shaking his head, he returned to the surgery and got back to work.
It's funny how realizations work.
He is metaphorically elbow deep into his own guts when he realizes… he could essentially make a Fran Moss 'puppet' like he was controlling right now and use it for his civilian life while he goes whole hog into modifying his primary body and not focus on trying to hide all the unnatural biotinker fuckery he was doing.
However, he had a plan, and he didn't want to disrupt it just because of this realization. Currently he was in essence replacing his entire digestive system along with his liver which would either be converted into a more efficient version, as well as his diaphragm, kidneys, appendix, and other various organs and tissues.
He had also removed his entire reproductive system to work on that separately, it wouldn't take much work really. Just modify what Aisha implanted in the first place just… altered the whole sheath and switchblade dick thing. He kept the selective fertility/virility along with the shape changing function, which promised to be simply too fun to discard!
Actually… now that he thought about it, he could actually replace it entirely….
The first thing he would do would be installing his new digestive system; the Peptral Network and the Post Digestor. Two augments that should theoretically work in tandem to extract the absolute most nutritional and caloric value of anything he eats. The challenge was compressing them without compromising their function however considering he was aiming to separate his identities it didn't bother him too much, given his planned augmentations he could keep the 'femboy' aesthetic even if he was a bit larger.
After some consideration he took a portion of the liver and worked his mad science on it to turn it into a Toxin Vomitory, an organ that would absorb all the toxins in the body that he either inhales or consumes and concentrates it into a highly toxic bile that he could projectile vomit. A rather disgusting augment, but it served as a last resort.
Hopefully he'd never have to use it… though he wondered how toxic it would be after a year of disuse… perhaps he should figure out a way to cap the maximum toxicity of the bile?
Deciding to shelve that thought for another time he got to work on his hearts and lungs, after opening up his ribcage, best do it now before he starts working on the skeletal system then his muscular system and subdermal protections.
Ultimately, he removed everything and started to work, his primary and original heart was given a Heterotrophic Hemisphere as well as converted into a Longsleep Heart. With the Sports Heart Fran decided to experiment and combine it with a Contingency Heart, after all there was no such thing as too many contingency plans!
That said, Fran did decide to add a few more bits before moving on to the lungs such as a Thrombocyte Organ, a Cardimatic Centrifuge, and a Stimulantus Gland. On his next surgery he would scatter Hymocyainin capsules throughout his body.
After getting everything situated and hooked back up, he moved onto his lungs. After some consideration he decided to combine Athletic Lungs and Water Lungs, some Emergency Breathers on the off chance both lungs are punctured or otherwise compromised. Also, he created a small 'lung' that was actually a redesigned Weaponized Rectum, only instead of biological mustard gas it would produce a harmless quick acting sedative… after all he already had lethal projectile vomit, he didn't need lethal gas as well!
Finally, he was done! Wiping the non-existent sweat from the puppet's forehead he double checked his work before updating his information, while he would remember everything perfectly (what with all those cerebral upgrades) it never hurt having a physical documentation of his… transhumanist evolution as it were.
"I can't help but feel like I went a little too in character with the Mad Doctor bit." Fran muttered as he examined the list and looked at his original body.
While Fran had kept his aesthetic, the Ancillary Pectorals did resemble breasts so… Well oddly he wasn't too bothered by it really. Whether it was because it was his fetish or if he was embracing the transhumanist values he didn't really know.
Besides, it would really confuse the fuck out of PHO so he liked it!
Instead, he went back to the laboratory to resume word on the spider gene he would be using to slowly hybridize him without any outward manifestations. The Wallcrawl Spines and Web Spinnerets would allow him to pull a Spiderman, so really, he was just… tying up loose ends. Hopefully the hybridization would allow him to adapt to having multiple limbs faster, and who knows maybe give him an instinctive knowledge of how to spin webs.
Eventually the serum completed cycling and he took it while grabbing an injector, slotting the vial in he went back to his primary body and… considered how to inject it. After puzzling it over for a few seconds he opened the body's mouth and pulled out his tongue before pressing the injector to it and pulling the trigger.
Due to his altered physiology the serum would take time to distribute, the fact that it was introduced orally just meant it would take longer perhaps. Honestly, he really shouldn't have bothered with the Exodermis, well he could replace it with something else another time. And as he went over to lay down on another table, he returned to his primary body and hissed as his head swam, the sensory overload smacked him something fierce before his cerebral upgrades fully kicked in and lessened the load.
Absentminded rubbing the back of his neck and feeling the biological port he felt himself chuckle before it devolved into an insane cackle!
He pulled a goddamn Matrix! He could interface with machines with his mind providing he had a hard line or wireless connection!
"Oh, damn that's cathartic… maybe I should do that more often?" Fran mused before he pulled out his Cape phone and reviewed the locations Lisa has forwarded him.
Checking the time via the Stintlobe Gem which invalidated his need for a wristwatch, and realizing he had hours before he could really raid the locations, he figured it would be a good time to just wander around. Who knows maybe he would get into a scuffle with some gangers? Oh, maybe he would finally meet the Wards!? He'd love to get Vista's autograph, maybe a picture or would that be creepy?
Shrugging it off he got off the table and stretched all of his arms before he triggered his Exodermis, his skin shedding revealing his new 'stitched up' appearance. His eyes shifted from a bloody scarlet to a sickly gold.
Scarlet red eyes were nice but… gold felt more right oddly enough.
He also felt the odd urge to get a gun, which was strange as he had never been much of a gun enthusiast. Though between his eye augments and his Steady Hand perk he could probably do brain surgery with a pistol!
Shaking it off Fran put on a tank top, maybe this time he'll be able to stop by Parian's shop and get some proper clothes made? He definitely needed a heavy coat due to the Floating Scapulas.
Plus, he was really curious to how the PHO would react to his new 'assets' heh.
250 CP Acquired!
250 CP Available!
Banked!
Fran just hummed but decided to save it for later.
Right now, he had to find that short-range magitech teleporter, sure he could use his psychic powers to do it but he was in the process of testing out how much work a piece of magitech could do before finally failing.
Also, he made a mental note to turn the 'puppet' into a proper copy of his pre-augmented self for him to control as he went about his day-to-day life. Creating a perfect separation between his identities!
And because he knew, without a doubt, that Aisha would find out and well… who knows what sort of depraved antics she would suggest they try out!
Instead of the Boardwalk, Dr. Patches decided to just wander around the Docks. Between his latest augmentations he was feeling rather confident if he got into a fight despite his non-existent martial talents. He really needed to do something to correct that, and as he thought of it his brain started to speed up and chew through ideas until he finally landed on one that… was a pretty par for the course for a mad doctor but well… it would let a Nazi be useful right?
All he'd need to do was find, capture, and perform some invasive brain surgery while also observing an active Corona Pollentia and Gemma. But theoretically if he installed the Biodigital Translator/Bio Circuitry/Synaptic Linkage, give the augments to get to work… he could directly link up to Victor and essentially… download everything the man had in his head!
All the skills he had stolen, passwords, locations, blackmail, and so much more!
However, as he further refined his plans for the Nazi Dr. Patches kept an eye on his surroundings (not that it looked like it to anyone else). All his sensory augments made a 3D map of his surroundings in his mind that was constantly and actively updated as he wandered around. He could see drug deals being held in shuttered up buildings, a hooker letting a john fuck her in an alley, he could see a group of possibly Merchants pass around a crack pipe, and so much more!
He could smell drugs, filth, sickness, death… all of it captured by his Sinal Spectromae and were cataloged.
"Heeey pretty lady!" Dr. Patches wasn't surprised in the slightest as he turned to look at… a Merchant judging from the smell, "How much for a party with my friends? We promise to be gentlemen!"
His 'friends' all gave an ugly laugh as they swayed in place, all their eyes bloodshot and each of them showing symptoms of various drugs. Both traditional and 'designer' ones, honestly the fact that the guy could even string words together impressed him!
Still as he thought all this, she gave the Merchant a smile, it wasn't a pleasant smile, but the man was too stoned to realize that.
Honestly, the fact that his four additional arms didn't register honestly left his befuddled. Were they more focused on his 'breasts' than anything else? Is this how women feel when they're objectified? If so, he could honestly say he didn't appreciate it in the slightest.
"You… do realize I'm a cape, right?" He asked as he waved with all his arms, "Just… go back to whatever you were doing."
Of course, things didn't work out like he wanted; apparently whatever drugs they were on suppressed their Flight response when faced with a bigger threat cause they all tried to put their very poorly maintained guns.
Dr. Patches just sighed and quickly knocked them out, his augments allowing him to move faster than they could react and in short order they were all unconscious.
Now… he could probably call the police.
Pulling his phone out he dialed the police as he gathered the Merchants together and used his Spinnerets to bind them in webbing. They wouldn't be escaping even if they all woke up, he also looted them all.
"This is the BBPD, what is the state of your emergency?"
"This is Dr. Patches, an Independent Hero. I'm just calling to inform you that I've got some Merchants. I'm on…" He glanced around, "4th avenue on the Docks in front of an abandoned pharmacy."
"Ah, okay. Please stay at the scene."
Dr. Patches looked at his phone before shrugging at that abrupt ending before putting it away and started browsing on PHO as he waited for the police. And after a few seconds he decided to roll.
Rolling….
Portable Examination Station – (150 cp) (Van Helsing)
Bonus: Period-Appropriate-Clothing – (50 cp)
Success!
Rolling…
Khaydarin Crystal – (100 cp) (Starcraft – The Terran)
Fail!
Rolling…
That Undefinable Thing – (300 cp) (Tales of Symphonia)
Fail!
That's… okay? Like having a portable surgery is great in his opinion but… Period Appropriate Clothing? Maybe if he went to a convention or something? But it didn't seem like the most useful thing imaginable really.
Shrugging he resumed fiddling with his phone while testing out his ability to connect to wireless signals and manipulate them. Which amounted to him shitposting on PHO at an extreme rate that would lead to the tinfoil hats to think he's some sort of AI.
Which brought that Saint weirdo from lurking, and honestly? Dr. Patches enjoyed messing with him far too much!
After some thought he quickly had his account verified, if only to stop people from claiming he's just a troll, and took a selfie with the Merchants he caught. After some thought he decided to make a new thread entirely to introduce himself.
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(Original Poster) (Verified Cape)
Posted On Jan 15th 2011:
Just popping in to introduce myself and leave a couple of comments:
1. Yes, I am a heroically inclined medical cape. You may all cheer now.
1a. No, Panacea is still Best Cape. I just hope I can take some pressure off her.
1b. Panacea: even the random adorable pre-teen girl who gifted me my cape name thinks you're overworked. Until proven otherwise I am treating this as a cold hard medical fact.
2. Attempting to "recruit" me into a gang would be a great way to find all your men dealing with explosive diarrhoeia in perpetuity.
2a. No, that wouldn't be against my Hippocratic Oath. Because I haven't taken one. I'm a cape, not a licensed MD.
2b. Fact: even getting a medical power doesn't make "diarrhoeia" any easier to spell.
3. Don't listen to anything Chaos_Gremlin says.
3a. ...Not cos she's lying or anything, I just find it's bad for your sanity.
3b. In particular: there is no sexy nurse brigade. No matter how many times she begs!
3c. Chaos_Grimlin please of the love of God don't brag about it. You know what I'm talking about!
After finishing his post, he decided to look at everything he looted from the Merchants, eventually pulling out a… gun in surprisingly good condition. Though all the 'bling' made him cringe he put it in his until now unusual Flesh Pocket.
It was a very… strange feeling in all honesty, but the sheer utility kind of outweighed any squick-factor. Besides, it is the perfect place for a hold-out weapon in case his biological weapons are spent and he can't properly leverage his own strength. Listening in on the radio waves for a moment Dr. Patches resumed browsing the PHO of his phone… though he did exhale a plume of sedatives on the Merchants so they wouldn't wake and make a fuss and bother him.
He might be tempted to operate on them if they irritated him
Eventually the police arrived and after giving his statement he eventually decided to head home. Using his magitech transporter he dematerialized and rematerialized in his lair… only for the magitech device to finally give up the ghost and die.
Which in turn lead to Fran examining the device as well as reviewing his knowledge of magitech, and what he learned? It kind of embarrassed him, his manner of enchanting them was fundamentally correct however he ultimately failed to consider the fuel source. Perhaps foolishly he figured the Celestial Forge would handle it but it seemed as if he was mistaken in that belief.
The form of magitech he was using drew from Magitech Mastery which in turn drew from Final Fantasy VI. And magitech required a unique crystal that was the remains of powerful magical entities called Espers. However in this reality Espers didn't exist, which led Fran to find himself in quite a pickle. He refused to abandon magitech, it was entirely too useful and honestly he liked having something that wasn't based on his knowledge of surgery.
The only thing close to Espers were the Endbringers, but the thought of harvesting them was a very daunting task. However he did know that in their fights they left behind a large amount of blood and 'flesh' so… that was more reasonable. Then it wasn't as all Endbringer 'materials' were kept under lock and key by various R divisions.
Which put him back at square one!
Grumbling, he went over to his puppet and started working on it to make it identical to how he looked before the surgery. And as he worked a possible idea came to him, perhaps he could… harvest Victor's power for fuel? He'd need to keep the man alive indefinitely, but it wasn't much of a difficulty. He could set up a stasis cell and set up the life support machines to keep him alive and healthy!
Granted it would take some trial and error before he managed to successfully harvest Victor's power but Fran felt like it was a good idea! It was almost entirely riskless, well… provided the Golden Idiot is too depressed to realize one of his shards is slowly being drained of power.
Shrugging he focused and finished up, and removing the gun from his Flesh Pocket he took a seat before he took the puppet over.
Getting off the table Fran stretched before heading out and decided to make himself a snack and watch some tv. Today wasn't a bad day, and later it would prove to be even better!
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Bio Forge Master (Rewrite) by Throwaway1971
Books » Private Rated: M, English, Romance, Words: 137k+, Favs: 68, Follows: 80, Published: Dec 12, 2023 Updated: Mar 15, 2024
29Chapter 12: 10-5
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Topic: Hello
In: Boards Brockton Bay Introductions
(Original Poster) (Verified Cape)
Posted On Jan 25th 2011:
Just popping in to introduce myself and leave a couple of comments:
1. Yes, I am a heroically inclined medical cape. You may all cheer now.
1a. No, Panacea is still Best Cape. I just hope I can take some pressure off her.
1b. Panacea: even the random adorable pre-teen girl who gifted me my cape name thinks you're overworked. Until proven otherwise I am treating this as cold hard medical fact.
2. Attempting to "recruit" me into a gang would be a great way to find all your men dealing with explosive diarrhoeia in perpetuity.
2a. No, that wouldn't be against my Hippocratic Oath. Because I haven't taken one. I'm a cape, not a licensed MD.
2b. Fact: even getting a medical power doesn't make "diarrhoeia" any easier to spell.
3. Don't listen to anything Chaos_Gremlin says.
3a. ...Not cos she's lying or anything, I just find it's bad for your sanity.
3b. In particular: there is no sexy nurse brigade. No matter how many times she begs!
3c. Chaos_Grimlin please of the love of God don't brag about it. You know what I'm talking about!
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Bagrat (Veteran Member) (The Guy in the Know)
Replied On Jan 25th 2011:
Okay, seriously how the actual hell are you replying to damn fast!? Is this some sort of tinker bullshit or something!?
Aloha
Replied On Jan 25th 2011:
Come on Bagrat you know he won't answer... maybe.
(Original Poster) (Verified Cape)
Replied On Jan 25th 2011:
[USER=30541]Bagrat/USER] if you must know I'm experimenting with mind-machine interfacing, and I believe that this experiment has proven a success! Now I just need to figure out how to refine the process and make it more efficient... there seems to be a bit of lag between my thoughts and posting.
Saint (Verified Dragonslayer) (Verified Merc)
Replied On Jan 25th 2011:
Do you have any idea what sort of dangerous technology you are tampering with!? If you have any sense in your head you'll stop your experimenting!
BadSamurai
Replied On Jan 25th 2011:
Oh great, ain't he that anti-AI loon that goes on and on about the dangers of artifical intelligence? Bet he thinks the doc is a AI or sumthing.
XxVoid_CowboyxX
Replied On Jan 25th 2011:
What if the doc is though!?
What if its an AI piloting a poor unfortunate biotinker like a meatpuppet!
What if the real doc is trapped in his mind!?
Brocktonite03 (Veteran Member)
Replied On Jan 25th 2011:
Come on, there are no AIs in Bet so I think you two are just crazy
Patches said he's just experimenting with Mind-Machine stuff
come on, weigh in on this!
(Original Poster) (Verified Cape)
Replied On Jan 25th 2011:
[USER=7115]Saint/USER] fuck you I do what I want!
[USER=15232]XxVoid_CowboyxX/USER] do you need some kind of medicne to help balance yourself out? If so you really should go to a licenced medical professional but if your paranoia is too strong I'm sure I can whip something up for you.
XxVoid_CowboyxX
Replied On Jan 25th 2011:
Screw you all!
I'm not paranoid or crazy!
I'm fucking right!
You just want to silence me from telling the truth!
You want to poison me!
Dragon_Mum (Moderator): Okay, cool it. Take a few days ban and calm down! And do not solicit your services in a medical fashion without going through the proper channels! Take an infraction for that!
Saint (Verified Dragonslayer) (Verified Merc)
Replied On Jan 25th 2011:
I'm warning you!
Turn back before you start something you will regret!
Dragon_Mum (Moderator): Take a three-day ban for threatening violence!
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Nurse_Wannabe
Replied On Jan 25th 2011:
So... what do I have to do to apply to your sexy nurse harem?~
(Original Poster) (Verified Cape)
Replied On Jan 25th 2011:
Nurse_Wannabe no
Totally_Not_Regent (Not a Villan)
Replied On Jan 25th 2011:
Okay, but can I ask for a medical intervention?
I have a desprate craving for Frankenstein's booty and you're the only one that can cure me!
mtron_the_silly (Cape Groupie) (Brockton Bay Native)
Replied On Jan 25th 2011:
So when are you going to collab with dragon to make Full dive V.R a thing or something?
(Original Poster) (Verified Cape)
Replied On Jan 25th 2011:
I'm open to a collab with Dragon whenever!
Though I believe between Dragon doing Dragon things and my own eventual working at the hospital and maybe opening a small clinic myself we'd probably never get to it.
That said stranger things have happened!
mtron_the_serious (Cape Groupie) (Brockton Bay Native)
Replied On Jan 25th 2011:
It'd be more likely for them to collab on the mind machine interface considering that dragon seems to have her own that patches and her could share notes on
(Original Poster) (Verified Cape)
Replied On Jan 25th 2011:
I would welcome her input on how to refine my design actually!
I'm currently watching tv while doing this all with my phone in my pocket!
There is some lag on my end, probably a milisec or three I'm not entirely sure
mtron_the_silly (Cape Groupie) (Brockton Bay Native)
Replied On Jan 25th 2011:
Oh! Patches could help Dragon patch her Mind machine Interface! (wink wink nudge nudge ;P)
XxVoid_CowboyxX
Replied On Jan 25th 2011:
She's an AI!
I knew someone else agrees with me!
Be careful [USER=57933]Dragon/USER] or else the AI Patches is going to be cumming for that eletroic booty!
mtron_the_done_with_your_shit (Cape Groupie) (Brockton Bay Native)
Replied On Jan 25th 2011:
Read my user bro
You too Void
For fucks sake...
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Brocktonite03 (Veteran Member)
Replied On Jan 25th 2011:
Fucking PHO man... its a goddamn madhouse...
(Original Poster) (Verified Cape)
Replied On Jan 25th 2011:
Tell me about it
It is fun however
Hmm, maybe I should replace the Exodermis with something...
Shit!
Fucking mind-machine interface!
Ignore this post!
How do I delete this!?
NotLittleSusie
Replied On Jan 25th 2011:
UWU
Wat is dis?
Troll1
Replied On Jan 25th 2011:
lolololololo!
ArchmageEin
Replied On Jan 25th 2011:
That methinks is a big oopise
Whats an Exodermis?
Not_XxVoid_CowboyxX
Replied On Jan 25th 2011:
Dude what if he's like the fucking Terminator dude!?
He's talking about replacing his skin!
Dragon_Mum (Moderator): You just extended your ban to a full month! You know ban evasion is against TOS!
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Saint leaned back and glared at the thread posted by that reckless parahuman Patches, and as more posts appeared it seemed like everyone was either focusing on the horny or on the fact that he accidentally exposed some of his tinkering!
Mind-Machine Interfacing!? Soon he would be trying to create an artificial intelligence to help him! And he doubted it would have the same fail safes Andrew, rest his wise soul, put on Dragon!
Checking on Dragon he was horrified to see that she wasn't against a collaboration either! That settles it! Dragon was too important to terminate yet, but this new parahuman Patches had to be dealt with!
Who knew what sort of nefarious plans he was plotting!
Deciding to both test out his ability to control two separate bodies and process the sensory feedback Fran continued watching tv as Dr. Patches decided to investigate his latest gains from the Celestial Forge.
First, he opted to investigate his newest wardrobe of Period Appropriate Clothing and… it gave him ideas honestly as he recalled the Frankenstein comment on PHO and considered why not play up that angle? He'd obviously have to get any clothes he watched resized to fit his frame as well as altered due to his additional arms.
In fact, perhaps he could sell Parian some spider silk?
Actually, gave him a thought, walking over to the Portable Examination and opened the bag and started looking through it. But what really drew his attention were the vampire fangs, werewolf samples, demonic shaving and essences, ghoul teeth, and various other clearly supernatural samples. He would need to sort through everything and catalog them himself but the ideas of improving himself, Aisha, and Taylor… yes.
This gave him so many ideas!
However, before he got to work on that he should probably make some implants for Aisha, probably an Athletic Heart and Athletic Lungs… he doubted she would tolerate him outlasting her.
In fact, he could probably make some things for Taylor as well.
Speaking off he removed the gun from his Flesh Pocket and looked at it thoughtfully, honestly guns didn't appeal to him but the idea of a backup that no one expected appealed to him. Perhaps he should experiment with psionic energies to charge his magitech, at least until he can start harvesting Victor's power then compare the two.
Depending on which two is most efficient he'd use them primarily, maybe. But he shelved that thought for later and instead opted to move deeper into the laboratory and to start working on the implants for Aisha and Taylor.
150 CP Gained!
200 CP Available!
Banked!
Dr. Patches didn't even acknowledge the gain as he was absorbed in his work.
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Bio Forge Master (Rewrite) by Throwaway1971
Books » Private Rated: M, English, Romance, Words: 137k+, Favs: 68, Follows: 80, Published: Dec 12, 2023 Updated: Mar 15, 2024
29Chapter 13: 11
Bio-Forge Master
Chapter 11
"Fuck off terrifying psionic abilities OP." Honestly, at the rate he was discovering abilities and how quickly he was refining his control… they were possibly too powerful to use for every situation.
Currently, was using his psionic abilities to, in essence, remove himself from perception. Actually, now that he thought about it, what he was doing was very… no. It is a clearly superior version of Canon Imp's own power. Superior because it was easy to control and adjust… but perhaps there are other ways it is superior?
Actually, how he even discovered the ability was rather amusing in itself. It wasn't anything impressive, it honestly amounted to him going 'please don't notice me' hard enough until the psychic power simply reacted to his wishes.
Boom, instant Someone Else's Problem Field!
Alongside that, was also simultaneously controlling his puppet (clone perhaps?) back at home inspecting the supernatural samples provided by the Portable Examination Station, along with using Remote Viewing to observe and learn the comings and goings of the Nazis he was about to rob blind.
It was one of the locations that Lisa had provided for to him in exchange for three favors from him. And reviewing what data Lisa had provided, knew that Lisa hadn't cheated him.
Blitztronics, a high-quality parts shop that is rather lucrative and makes a tidy profit. What isn't known to the public at large is that it is a front for E88 activity. This was purely speculation but could imagine this entire set up being a large information gathering operation, seeing as it was according to Lisa the single most popular shop in the city for computer repairs and other assorted electronic supplies.
A sinister thought being that they collect information on interracial couples they need to… 'Make an example of' or frame people of other colors for various criminal activities. wouldn't put either possibility out of the running.
He could use his as untouched telepathic abilities to confirm his speculations. Maybe another time, however, he could easily use his Neural port to access the files, he had a customized hard-line to plug into. Combined with his own budding technopathy, for the lack of a better term, he could bypass the security on the computer systems easily enough.
Still, he continued watching until everyone finally left and finally made his move, easily scaling the building until he was on the roof and finding a skylight. And after a few moments of finagling with it, he opened it before he slowly climbed into the building like a spider. The few security cameras in the shop had been easy to avoid, and a few minutes later he was in the security room. And after exhaling a cloud of sedatives at the night guard, he dropped down and approached the security console.
Knowing that if he simply looped the footage people would realize something was up, dug out the hard-line and plugged it into the console before plugging the other end into his neural port, truly a very odd feeling.
The sensation of falling into the computer system however was still stranger. Though after gathering his wits, went about doing some… faint edits to the camera's programming, or at least that's how he interpreted what he was doing. What he was actually doing was more akin to technological wizardry, perhaps?
He honestly wasn't entirely sure either way.
But the long and short of it was that he ensured the camera wouldn't perceive him, as his SEP field only really worked on people and animals and not technology. After ensuring everything took hold, he returned to his body, reclaimed his hard-line, and leisurely left the office and decided to help himself to a massive five-finger discount on everything in the store!
He made a mental note to check around to see if the manager left anything incriminating on his office computer before he left.
"Girls! This is a… surprise." Fran said as he opened his door, "Come in and take a seat, so… why did you two decide to have a sleepover here instead of Taylor's place?" He had a sneaking suspicion, but he was keeping an open mind.
"Well, Tay here has been experimenting with her powers at school!" Fran nodded, not really surprised, while Taylor looked embarrassed for some reason, "Babe! You should've seen it! She was walking up right and fucking strutting! I think she made Sophia and Emma experience some severe gay panic!" Aisha babbled excitedly, "Babe, you gotta help me! We need to get Tay into some clothes that compliment her! Can you imagine how those bitches would react! They'd be ruining their panties!" She cackled in delight, much to Taylor's mortification.
Fran could imagine it pretty easily, even before the surgeries Taylor was attractive even if she couldn't see it herself. And considering the windfall of funds that were coming his way soon enough, it seemed like a good investment. Besides, Taylor deserved nice things… and Fran kinda wanted to see her in proper clothes that actually fit.
Though it was a good thing that Aisha and Taylor had already entered his apartment before she went on that small rant, they were already in the radius of a magitech sound dampener. Thankfully, it really didn't require all that much in power, depending on the level of sound it was suppressing.
Still, Fran looked at Taylor curiously, "Actually, can you tell me how your power works specifically?" He asked as he motioned for them to take a seat as he went to get them some drinks.
Taylor and Aisha went to sit on the couch while Fran returned with some tea for himself and Taylor and some for Aisha.
"Well, it gives me… routes that I can take to get a desired outcome." Taylor said slowly as she accepted the tea with a thankful nod, "And I kinda… asked for a route that would cause Emma and Sophia to leave me alone. I mean Sophia is already kinda hands-off now, but Emma is… well she's still trying to bully me. It's not that effective without the muscle that Sophia provided."
"So, your power… puppeted you to get what you want?" Fran asked as he sipped on tea thoughtfully.
"Not really. I mean yeah, I could fully hand over the reins but it… guides me I suppose? Maybe a limited form of self-Mastering?" Taylor scratched her chin, "But the Route told me that if I stood up straight and walked like this, they would leave me alone. It was puppeting me at first, but I ran into a time limit but… even without my power I was still maintaining my posture and walking like that. So maybe it can help me learn faster?"
That was an interesting idea actually, "Hmm… okay." Considering her eventual transformations, he had already theorized that martial arts with emphasis on kicking would particularly suit her, he had an idea, "Taylor? Can you ask your power… how to learn Taekwondo?" He asked curiously.
Taylor opened her mouth but closed slowly as she closed her eyes in thought, and seeing as she was preoccupied, Fran looked at Aisha who looked kinda bored.
"So why did you two come?" Fran asked, "You know, having two young girls showing up pretty late in the evening can send some very specific messages you know." He added dryly.
Honestly, if Aisha had figured they would have some sort of threesome, Fran was sorry to say that she was going to be disappointed. Because for one he wasn't entirely sure Taylor was actually interested in him in that way, sure he could use telepathy or empathy, but he really couldn't. While his psychic power was growing, maintaining control of two separate bodies took up a lot of his bandwidth. And while his original body was using all sorts of powers, as this was a clone he was controlling, he didn't have the spare bandwidth to use anything else.
"Hmm, perhaps a psionic beacon keyed to my specific psychic signature would help? It would probably free up a lot of bandwidth, well another augment to install eventually. Actually, I probably should 'reset' my original body and redo everything…" Honestly, he kinda went a little crazy and installed a lot of unnecessary augments.
The Vomit one being a prime example, realistically Fran knew he'd never actually use it, so it was just taking up space, same with his entirely remade digestive system as well. His base digestive system was already around ninety percent efficient anyway, so the degree of redundancy in his new digestive system was honestly unnecessary. Though saying that… perhaps some engineered fat, with higher energy density with smaller volume. Maybe he could tweak his metabolism to specifically burn those fat sorts for an emergency source of energy, like… nitrous oxide in cars!
It was probably the opportunity to freely operate on himself that led to him going overboard initially.
"Well, I was hoping for something to help me… keep up with you?" Aisha asked with a blush, "I'm… kinda embarrassed that I kinda let you do all the work…" She mumbled.
Fran smiled and gave her a kiss on the forehead, "Aisha, it was your first time. Despite what porn tells you, your first time isn't always magical or memorable. A lot of the time it's awkward." He explained, "The fact that it was so memorable for you is because of my own augments and the fact that I'm a hopeless romantic and have read way too many romance smuts in my life."
Realistically, it was just smut and porn in general, but Fran felt like Aisha didn't need to know that little fact.
"But you will do it eventually, right?" Aisha asked, still blushing.
Fran just shook his head, "Yes, I will, but I can't right now. My original body is out robbing some Nazis and due to some mechanics, there can only exist one entrance to my pocket dimension at a time." He explained.
"... Original body?" Fran almost rolled his eyes, of course that's what she would focus on, "So like… you can control two bodies at a time?" He didn't need telepathy to tell what she was thinking.
"It's a work in progress." Fran said, "Also while this body is anatomically correct, it isn't entirely, so get any thoughts of a threesome or moresomes out of that head of yours." He added with a snort, "I couldn't fuck you even if I wanted to, this body is something of a rush job. While this body has the proper plumbing, it doesn't have the right… systems in place."
"Dude…" Aisha whined before sighing, "Honestly, that's probably for the best. I'm still kinda sore despite that miracle drug I took. Though seriously… stimpack? I didn't think you were a gamer nerd."
"The name was a placeholder." It really wasn't, but that's the story he was sticking with, "I'm not really good with names and honestly… it kinda fitted, honestly." Fran said.
"That… is a lot of games. Well, mine now! And it'd probably be a good time waster for when was out vandalizing the gangs." He thought as he briefly peaked down the connection between his bodies.
"You know." Aisha commented, "I bet if you made an offer to Leet, he'd give you anything you want."
Fran… had considered that at one point, but he didn't really want to make villains stronger… even joke ones like Leet and Uber, but he was curious.
"What sort of offer, though?" Fran asked curiously.
"Well, I was thinking about making him tougher, you know?" Aisha said, "I mean, you know his shit always explodes, to maybe make him tougher so he isn't in as much danger when his stuff blows. Hell, maybe some of those brain upgrades?" She added with a shrug, "Pretty sure he would build you whatever you ask for and well… despite how much of a joke he is on PHO, everyone acknowledges just how powerful his specialization is."
Fran just hummed in thought before looking at Taylor, who was still… interacting with her power if he were to guess.
He could only wonder what her power was showing her.
She had never actually considered if she could use her power to learn something, however, after somehow learning how to walk with confidence and how to maintain proper posture over the course of an hour? The idea didn't seem as silly as it once did, and yet Taylor still found herself wondering if this could be considered cheating.
She always imagined having a power like Alexandria! But… that didn't happen, she was still sore over it, but she had to accept it and move on.
Questioning the Route about learning Taekwondo provided a surprisingly limited number of routes. The most straightforward ones involved money and going to a dojo, however because all the dojos in the city were in ABB territory, Taylor wasn't going to do that. She heard stories about what happened to girls on their lonesome in their territory!
Others required her getting books or visiting the library, so they were tentatively listed as possible.
The one that surprised her most involved Fran himself and just waiting. For what she couldn't say, her power had a real hard time routing Fran sometimes. She got a hint that if she picked this route, she would have to put up with things she wasn't comfortable with, though. However, given how much he'd already helped her, Taylor was pretty sure she'd be fine.
It wasn't like he was going to abduct someone and drain them of their knowledge, right?
Still, she considered and after a few minutes decided to ask the Route something, purely to satisfy her curiosity and nothing more!
"How do I get Fran to treat me like Aisha?"
The Route… really 'chewed' on that for the lack of a better word. Normally, she would instantly be blitzed by countless routes that would achieve her goals. What felt like hours passed before the Route formed. Unlike a general outline, the route almost read like a series of steps to achieve her goals.
1: Wait one week
2: Get fitting clothes, emphasis on legs, hips, and ass
3: Visit Fran
3.A: Visit Fran with Aisha to increase odds
4: Spend time with Fran
5: Ask if she could stay the night
6: Shyly ask if you could sleep with him
7: ?
8: Happily fucked Taylor
8.A: Happily fucked Taylor and Aisha
9: Ask Fran and Aisha if they were in a relationship
Honestly, Taylor didn't understand why the seventh step was nothing but question marks, but she figured it was due to her power's issues with Fran. Well, either that or the process leading her to be 'happily fucked' possibly. Still, she had her question answered, and she finally allowed herself to come out of her trance.
Only to see Aisha and Fran watching a movie on TV, with Aisha on his lap as usual. And after a few seconds she decided to join them, Taylor moving slightly and resting her head on his shoulder as she joined them.
And she didn't squeal when Fran put his arm around her shoulder! And no matter what Aisha said, it didn't happen and that's that!
After storing everything away in his pocket dimension, collected the emblem and addressed the list provided by Lisa. After some thought, he decided to hit another front before calling it a night. Reinforcing his SEP Field took off running towards the next spot to hit.
A used car lot of all things, Da's Autobomb… with the picture of what he figured is supposed to be a father on the sign. And wondered if they were even trying to hide their gang ties or not. Honestly, he wasn't sure what he would even find there to loot in the first place but honestly, just giving the E88 a hard time was good enough for him!
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Bio Forge Master (Rewrite) by Throwaway1971
Books » Private Rated: M, English, Romance, Words: 137k+, Favs: 68, Follows: 80, Published: Dec 12, 2023 Updated: Mar 15, 2024
29Chapter 14: 12
Chapter 12
wasn't sure what he expected when he infiltrated the last place on his list, a warehouse in the Docks. He was expecting drugs, stolen goods, maybe even a weapons cache, but he really didn't expect… an illegal fighting ring.
He wasn't worried about being detected either, with his augments he clung to the ceiling and watched the proceedings curiously. Technically, he had the best seat in the house, and it allowed him a chance to see if there were any parahumans present.
Cape culture being what it is, immediately spotted the sole parahuman present, apparently serving as a ref and when needed security if those clearly well taken care of pistols were any indication. He couldn't tell what type they were, but given their ties to that group in Germany, the pistols were more than likely some European model.
They certainly looked more impressive than the blinged out Hi-Points he looted a while back, in fact… he decided he would keep them!
But if he wasn't mistaken, he was looking at Alabaster, checking PHO really quick to refresh his memory he found that his powers involved resetting himself? How curious… Most likely he regenerates from the brain, but would the shock of having his internal organs quickly harvested in a single go overload his power and result in his permanent death?
Something to experiment with, however the possibilities were too tempting to ignore!
"Hmm, every few seconds his body refreshes and any injuries or exhaustion disappears. Huh, that's a rather impressive power." He acknowledged as he looked at the parahuman thoughtfully, "Hmm, I would need to gauge the refresh rate… but having a source of fresh organs and tissues on hand would save me a lot of work, depending on the refresh rate… according to PHO it's speculated that he refreshes every… five seconds. Mmm, that's a tight window of operation, though…"
He could do it, but not with a gentle touch. He'd have to carve him open and quickly pull out what he needed. This would probably be the one time he'd use his telekinesis regularly, ripping open the chest cavity and abdomen and scooping everything out before he refreshed. Granted, he'd have to repair the damaged organs from the crude removal, but it wasn't that big of a time sink.
If anything, ensuring the organs wouldn't be rejected by his modified immune system and reconnecting everything would be the more time-consuming process.
Taking another look at the crowd and seeing that other than Alabaster there were no other parahumans he forced his third 'lung' to build up with more sedative. The room was rather big, but thankfully everyone seemed gathered around the fighting ring cheering on their favorites, roaring in excitement with every blow or every drop of blood spat to the side.
Modern day blood sports, well modern-ish really. Boxing and MMA were modern blood sports, bare knuckle brawls harken back to the days before boxing was widely spread as a 'gentlemanly sport'.
Actually, bare knuckle fighting became a lot safer with the inclusion of parahuman healing, many of the fighters would go to the hospital and get healing from Panacea with no questions asked. Or the resident E88 healer, it was also possible that Victor paid well to absorb other fighting skills! Which honestly made him an even more valuable prize!
Honestly just from looking, could see so many signs of head trauma, concussions, and brain damage. Never mind the poorly set bones and goodness knows what else, honestly, he had half a mind to fix the whole lot up before he called the police and PRT! Actually, maybe not the PRT. He was curious to the extent of the parahuman's powers, hopefully they were agreeable to organ harvesting.
Were they all going to flood the hospital? Or were they all going to get healing from Othala?
A twinge in his chest pulled him from his musings, his 'lung' at full to bursting. Instead of releasing the sedatives where he was, he moved, crawling along the ceiling until he was directly over the fighting circle. He then opened his mouth and let the near-invisible gas flow out, thankfully the gas was heavier than the air, so it immediately made its way down.
After emptying his 'lung' he quickly made his way down, the jig would be up when everyone started dropping. So, reaching into a satchel, he pulled out a magitech jammer and set it off, ensuring they wouldn't be interrupted by back up or other parahumans.
Then he just sat and waited, and a few minutes later everyone started to drop, including Alabaster, at least until his body refreshed. The albino-looking man immediately pulled one of his guns, his phone in the other no doubt to call in back up but if his frustrated cursing was any indicator the jammer was working as intended.
The parahuman put his phone away and pulled out his second gun.
"Come out, whoever you are!" He shouted into the abandoned warehouse, "Don't you know who you're fucking with!? The E88 will fuck your life up when we catch you!"
nodded at that, they probably would if they found out. Funny thing but he had a whole batch of amnesiacs to use, ensuring that they wouldn't in fact remember how they wound up in jail or why they were in better health. The first thing he needed to do was remove the guns from play.
He was confident in all his biological defenses against being shot or stabbed, but that didn't mean he wanted to be shot or stabbed plus he wasn't entirely certain of the caliber of the guns in question. His biological defenses made him essentially immune to small arms fire, but he hadn't tested against higher calibers, it would just be his luck that Alabaster had the European version of a fifty caliber Desert Eagle or something.
He could just shut the cape down with telekinesis, pin him down on the ground and then find a door for his emblem to work on so he could throw the parahuman in a stasis cell and get to work on everyone else. However, that would attract a lot of unwanted attention, even with his usage of amnesiacs, cause Thinkers are a pain in the ass like that.
Alternatively, he could use his SEP field and just web him down, provided that when he resets the webbing isn't affected as well. Actually, he could knock the guns out of his hands by pulling a Spider-Man, and from what PHO had on the cape other than his power the man was essentially a regular human. Apparently, his power made even building muscle an exercise in futility so didn't have to worry about him being stronger.
There's a possibility that he has some form of CQC training, and depending on how strongly he believes in E88's rhetoric, felt safe in assuming that he didn't have any martial arts training… well, depending on where it was developed initially.
Eventually he decided to go fuck it and turned his SEP field all the way up before walking over, taking the guns, and putting him in an arm bar. His enhanced strength ensured the parahuman couldn't really escape, and he used remote viewing and telekinesis to find a door to use before picking the struggling human up and making his way to his pocket dimension to lock the man away.
Of course, that… hmm, though it was possible that he's more trouble than he's worth. Stasis cells didn't mean they were foolproof… maybe he should just web him up really good while he loots the place?
Maybe he'll luck out and one of the fighters here suffered a lethal brain aneurysm? It'd certainly save him some trouble remaking all the organs and tissues.
Though he swore that one day he would experiment on Alabaster, the thought of having a constant source of fresh organs and tissues were too enticing to be completely abandoned!
A course of action decided, he started to use his free arms to thoroughly cocoon the parahuman until he looked like he was trapped in an extremely thick and sticky sleeping bag with nothing, but his head exposed, which spewed out a slew of violence, hate, and promises of vengeance.
Jokes on the Nazi though, tweaked his SEP field so that while the idiot knew what happened, he wouldn't remember any details about him!
Entire warehouse was looted, not that there was much beyond money and Alabaster's guns (two CZ-95s chambered in .45 ACP, he checked online), he opted to call the PRT while sitting on a crate humming to himself.
After a quick exchange was again left to his own devices, so he opted to examine the CZ-95 with Feel It Out to get a better handle of the weapon while simultaneously researching the gun in question using his phone. See as it wasn't anything exotic like tinker tech his perk easily mapped the gun out, and whistled faintly in surprise. Outside of a few personalization's everything about the gun had been modified and customized.
"This is a really nice gun." He commented to Alabaster, "Customized and extensively modified. For brutes or other tough parahumans I imagine."
Alabaster just grunted, but didn't pay it any mind as he continued to examine the gun, eventually ejecting the magazine and pushed one of the bullets out before looking at it closely, Feel It Out telling him exactly what it was.
"RIP ammo… well if you want someone dead then this will do the job." thought as he looked at the bullet curiously, as the perk fed him more information regarding the creation of said round and other useful nuggets of information.
Honestly until he actually looked it up, initially thought it was some sort of highly illegal ammunition type. Researching via his phone actually ended that train of thought, it wasn't illegal but rather pricey at sixty dollars per twenty rounds. Honestly the thought of just senseless shooting with expensive ammo honestly disturbed him, and the irony wasn't lost on him given how free he was with money he stole from the Merchants.
However, as he continued learning more about the round, the more confident he grew in his ability to recreate it and eventually improve on it. Though admittedly improving on it was more of a passing thought really, the possibility was there.
was pulled from his musings by a whoosh, looking up he saw a man in a tight red suit… Velocity if he wasn't mistaken. The speedster of the BB Protectorate, just from skimming over his wiki and looking up on PHO wondered why he was never issued something like a taser or containment foam grenades? That seemed to him like the easiest way to increase his effectiveness, but assumed they had their reasons.
It was entirely possible that the reasons are stupid, but they might not be stupid to whoever decided on it.
"Velocity, right?" The Hero nodded before zooming off and gathering everyone up into a single group before stopping in front of him, "They're bound in webbing if you're wondering. It should dissolve in another hour or two, or you could use some sort of solution."
Actually, he made a mental note to test his webbing when he got the chance.
"Thanks." Velocity said, "And… sorry about the whole mix up when you registered. Wires got crossed, you shouldn't have been interviewed in an interrogation room." The cape explained clearly apologetically.
Though how much of it was genuinely apologetic, and how much of it was wanting the only other unaffiliated healing cape to be on good terms? would only speculate really, but from skimming on the surface of Velocity's mind he genuinely seemed offended over what he went through.
"No harm done." said easily as he dropped the light telepathic probe, "It's bound to happen in organizations as big as the PRT after all."
Velocity just nodded in agreement, "Still shouldn't have happened in the first place." He said before looking at him curiously… not specifically at his extra arms, "Sooo… medical thinker huh?" would've had to be deaf and dumb to miss the doubt in the cape's voice.
"You'd be surprised what's medically possible with superhuman intuition and steady hands." said, not confirming anything but leaving it open ended.
"Fair." Velocity said though could tell (even without psychic powers) he really doubted that he was just a 'medical thinker', "I actually did some research when you knocked that guy's heart back into rhythm. It's possible but the necessary timing and precision required makes it impossible for regular medics."
nodded with a chuckle, "I could've opened the guy up and manually reset his heart, but I didn't think traumatizing the crowd would've been a good debut." He quipped, getting a snort from the speedster.
"It really wouldn't have." Velocity said before changing the subject, "So you got everyone? Even Alabaster… he's not an easy one to take down."
"Other than his odd refreshing power? He's still a normal human being." said, "Though I would love to do some tests on him to see if my initial assessment is correct. Though his power would be difficult to deal with, I'm sure I could figure out a way to handle it with time." He added absentmindedly.
Inwardly wondered if the recent knowledge about the 'Biotinker' situation had made him rather cavalier? Though he couldn't help but wonder what the AAR will look like after this report.
200 CP gained!
500 CP available!
Banked!
"Hmm, to roll or not to roll… that is the question…" He mused as he answered some more questions, honestly it felt like a police report in all honesty.
Eventually the questioning was over and was free to go, and after some consideration he decided to visit this one location Lisa had sent him about thirty minutes ago. An abandoned hospital that used to be where the Teeth based when they were in the Bay.
"Hopefully it won't be occupied." Though he knew it was a fool's hope to wish such, still it didn't hurt to be optimistic.
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