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Training Day Worm edition (Jumpchain) by BatRou-Dawg
Misc » Book X-overs Rated: M, English, Drama & Humor, Words: 64k+, Favs: 42, Follows: 50, Published: Dec 8, 2022 Updated: Oct 21, 2023
4Chapter 10
Standing in front of the remaining roster of the Brockton Bay Protectorate, Miss Militia pointed at a projected map. "Right now, gang activity is at an all time low. With the dissolution of the ABB and the uprooting of both Coil's organization and the Travellers, organized crime in Brockton Bay is effectively in the hands of the Merchants, the Undersiders, and two offshoot organizations from the fall of the Empire. The Pure appear to be under the control of Purity while Hookwolf has formed Fenrir's Chosen. Both are showing signs of manuvering towards a battle for dominance while consolidating their forces, and will probably start once our current guests return to their primary bases of operation." With that, she nodded to the two Triumvirate members sitting in the background.
Leaning back, Assault smirked. "So Hookwolf and Purity don't want to work together for the greater good of the Nazi race? The violin I'm playing is small and soulful I swear." In a practiced motion, Battery smacked the side of his arm. As always, it had no visible effect.
Frowning, Dauntless looked closely at the map. "The Merchants look pretty entrenched in the Docks. The longer we wait, the bigger the pain getting them out is going to be. But what about the Undersiders? I haven't heard of them taking any action since the Memorial went up. Are we sure they are even still in town?"
Sighing, Miss Militia acknowledged the points. "I agree about the Merchants, but the city planners have decided to prioritize the downtown area for future reconstruction. They might be disgusting as individuals, but the gang has a lot more bodies these days than we do, and without dedicated BBPD support we cannot dig them out properly. As to the Undersiders, while we have had some cyber attacks that appear to be Thinker supported, by and large they have gone to ground. As near as our analysts can tell, between Coil's files and our current guest, they are acting with an abundance of caution." That immediately brought the tone of the room down.
Swallowing, Triumph leaned forward. "How much longer are we planning on holding Skitter here anyways? The conspiracy theories are getting a little crazy, even for PHO." The youngest Protectorate member seemed to notice the side eyes the room was giving him and went quiet. With Armsmaster officially stripped of his position of leadership, Dauntless was no longer the low man on the team totem pole. That was saved for the former Ward that let a psychopath skate though their vetting.
Taking a moment, Miss Militia replied. "I met with her father and prospective attorney yesterday. While not thrilled with either the PRT or the Protectorate right now, the man is willing to work towards the best interests of his daughter. Mr. Calle is scheduled to speak with Miss Hebert this afternoon and we hope to have her relocated by the end of the week." Shooting a glance at Alexandria, the Heroine raised an eyebrow. "Unless something has changed?"
Clearing her throat, Alexandria shook her head. "No, we want to get this resolved sooner rather than later. Thankfully, Miss Hebert doesn't appear to want to stay local. Our short term goal is to relocate her to a higher security containment center in New York. Long term options will depend on what the final parameters of our deal end up being. A court case is not in our best interests."
Frowning, Battery interjected. "What about transfers? With Armsmaster... unavailable and Velocity lost, we're going to be short. Even divided the Empire remnants alone outmatch us, Wards included. Not to mention the opportunists that will come out of the wood work once it looks like it's business as usual again." The fact that she was clearly uncomfortable about the prior topic of discussion was commented on by no one.
Legend smiled. "Right now, Alexandria and my presence is sufficient grounds to block any incoming transfers. However, we are hoping to reach out to Sere and Dovetail to join the ENE branch officially. In addition, I have about five possibilities on my desk back in New York. The message is clear from every governmental organization and supporting agency across the board. As the site of Leviathan's destruction, Brockton Bay is to be elevated as a shining jewel of hope. That means that Heroes must be seen as in control."
Assault's latest joke about timing was interupted by a low scale rumbling. Miss Militia's com them began chiming. Listening, the Heroine paled. "We have multiple explosions at the edges of the city! Points of contact include the highway and areas near two outlying residential complexes! Casualties are undetermined, but there are aid stations only a mile from the first epicenter!" With that, everyone rose to their feet. It was time to get to work.
Frowning, Alexandria turned to Miss Militia. "This is probably a trap or diversion. The only logical reason that someone would attack the Bay despite our presence is to target Skitter or challenge us directly. That narrows the list of potential opponents quite a bit."
Adjusting her mask, the new leader of the Brockton Bay Protectorate responded. "That's true, but we cannot ignore this attack. Skitter and her information are important, but if we don't answer the challenge it will be seen as a sign of weakness. That will just invite further chaos into the Bay. Our response must be swift and decisive."
The older Heroine nodded. "Legend and I are the fastest here, so we can start from the furthest edge of the conflict and work our way inwards. The rules of engagement will have to be weapons free, Militia. We need to end this now, and this sort of escalation must be properly responded to."
Nodding her agreement, Miss Militia turned to her people. "Dauntless and Triumph, we are heading to the relief center closest to the blasts! Battery and Assault, I want you to grab Vista, Flechette and Clockblocker and maintain security in the containment areas! Weld, Kid Win and Gallant will cover the front area. Move people!" With that they began their charge.
Flying through the air at half her best speed, Alexandria took in the scenes of devastation before her. Explosions were still ongoing, but four buildings had already collapsed, filling the air with screams of pain. Regrettably, there were signs that one group of refugees had been deliberately targeted. The only thing she could take comfort in now was the fact their deaths appeared to have been quick.
However, despite the scope of the damage, something else was bothering the Heroine about the scene. The loss of life was bad, but the placement of debris was causing the back of her mind to twitch. As two more buildings began to crumple before her, it finally clicked. Each explosion was produced by an identical explosive source. That just did not happen normally.
Even when produced by the same methods using the same materials, each batch of explosives was subtly different. Bubbles in the chemical mixture, dents in the casing, impurities in the materials were normal and expected in the manufacturing process. But to cause the damage that she was seeing, based upon the materials and placement of the explosives, the match would have to have been one hundred percent. Which, in her experience, meant the source was the result of powers.
Seeing someone running towards an undamaged building, Alexandria went to intercept. Unlike the rest of the people down there, this figure was moving with purpose and direction. Which, given the circumstances, was very suspicious.
Lifting the subject, she began a quick analysis. Young male, maybe mid twenties, with average features and build. However, the one thing that stood out was the glassy look in his eye and his lack of response to her handling. Knowing the signs but needing more information, the Heroine attempted to snap him out of it. "Hello, why don't you tell me who you are working with?"
Gazing into her helmets visage, the boy smiled. "All is for the glory of God's judgment." Then, with a quick movement, he pulled a small cord with his left hand. The resulting explosion covered her in blood, fire and smoke but not much else. Legend hit harder than that during their spars.
Analyzing the data before her, Alexandria opened her com channel. "All Protectorate forces, be advised that the source of the explosions is an unknown number of suicide bombers. Based upon my attempts at opening a dialogue, I believe that we are dealing with forces from the Fallen. Explosive devices appear to be power duplicated and the subjects are showing signs of being Mastered. I recommend aiming for very quick takedowns. The suspect I was speaking to manually activated his device but they may have a timer or remote activation as well."
Miss , the sound of gunfire in the background. "Copy that. Multiple subjects are attacking the aid center using small arms fire. We will adjust targeting protocols for disabling strikes. They appear to lack a dedicated goal or target besides causing chaos."
Her associate chipped in his thoughts. "That would make this whole thing a distraction. I'll finish up sweeping this area for survivors and return to base. If there is a Master causing this sort of bloodshed, then who knows how many victims they could throw at the main PRT building?" Silently, Alexandria agreed. The number of known Human Masters who could control these sorts of numbers were few and universally Villains. So this could only get worse before it got better.
Before she could start her own sweep, Alexandria noted a streak coming from her side. She had just enough time to turn before a fist sunk into her stomach. Much to her surprise, the force was enough to send her flying through another two buildings. That usually took an Endbringer to accomplish!
Looking up, the Triumvirate member cursed. Standing on the rubble, a large bulky man in black with a mask made from an animal skull loomed over her. Things had just gotten more complicated. "All units, confirmed the presence of Chort of the Fallen! Be aware of other possible Fallen Parahuman assets!"
Hearing his teammates communication, Legend cursed. The Fallen were nearly impossible to gather any information on at the best of times. Between their secrecy and free use of Thinker and Master powers to enforce operational security, most of their best data came from past conflicts and lists of their know kidnapping victims. But if they were using a resource like Chort as a distraction, then who knew what other assets they had in the area? Worse, given their methodology, there was no telling what other Parahumans might have been unleashed on Brockton Bay!
Preparing to head over to back up Alexandria, the Blaster had only moments to notice a swirling shadow. Then he was dodging a beam of power. That seemed to be a signal for dozens of fleeing civilians to stop, remove various firearms and unleash a massive barrage of covering fire. Screams of "For God's Will!" filled the air in a deadly chorus.
Dodging between the bullets and energy blasts, he opened his own communication line. "Confirmed contact with an additional, unknown Parahuman and multiple contacts with Mastered forces! They are armed and extremely dangerous! Parahuman powers observes appear to be a major blaster power covered in a cloud of darkness." Seeing a rocket launcher being prepared, he shifted into his breaker state just in time to dodge behind a building. The resulting blast was enough to shatter windows left and right.
Preparing one of his signature blasts, Legend was shocked at the sight of his targets stopping their barrage. Instead, they aimed their guns at their own heads before pulling the trigger. The image was so horrific that he failed to dodge the next two energy blasts aimed at him from the shadows.
Switching to his breaker state, the Triumvirate member changed tactics. Using his speed, he began targeting the assailants' weapons directly. Soon, the survivors were holding shattered pieces of metal, which itself appeared to be dissolving. His relief was short-lived as every target pulled out a knife before going for their own throats. At least this time he was able to dodge the sniper strike.
Growling, Legend began to move to fully incapacitate everyone he could see. Between pot shots from the unknown Parahuman enemy and random civilians appearing with guns preparing to attack or commit suicide in front of him, he was fully engaged. Hopefully, the forces back at the PRT would be able to hold off whatever else these sick bastards were planning.
Putting down his radio, Valefor smirked. He loved it when the short sighted heathens fell for his plans. "Legend and Alexandria are both fully committed. I have a distraction in place for New Wave that should be going off shortly. Are you ready to get started?"
Holding a riot shield, Vince Crawley continued to create spectral copies for their attacking force. Risen by their new purpose, the people lined up with their tools of holy war, ready for deployment on his command. "Just a second. I'd like to see that metal monster try and absorb a shield made from my power. It will be in for quite the surprise." Having previously seen said shields take high caliber shots without a scratch of damage, Valefor had to agree.
Loading up another canister on her bandolier, Sabrina Crowley then cocked her gun. "Without the Triumvirate and their heavy hitters, the remainder should be a piece of cake. Wards are soft targets at the best of times. With the death of their old leader and two new bodies? There's no way they are operating at full capacity right now."
Chuckling, the Mathers child nodded. "Excellent. Also, I'd take it as a personal favor if you could avoid killing them if possible. We might loose Ala and Chort despite our best efforts. Acquiring replacements would only be fair." He had high hopes for Vista, Clockblocker, and Flechette. They would be useful pawns or breeding stock for the family.
Forming her signature bubble of energy, Empusa shot him a look before grabbing her brother's hand. "We'll do what we can, but the mission comes first. Destroy Brockton Bay in the name of our Lord Leviathan, and capture and neutralize Skitter." With that rejoinder, the Crowleys left for the front lines.
Sighing, the Master leaned back from his vantage point several blocks away. Those fools just did not know when to face reality. Their God had been struck down, which was itself blasphemy. However, with the loss of Leviathan, they should be seeking out the true path to Glory under the Angel of the Sky. Or, if they could not handle such an honor, support the McVeays in their short sighted yet honorable efforts.
Ah well, at least they would be useful pawns in his efforts to capture Skitter. She would be a welcome Slut to the family cause. Once Mama had time to properly mold her of course. Humming an off key tune, Valefor signaled his safe status to Eligos in the next room before grabbing his binoculars to watch the fun. He did not indulge in such wanton destruction very often, and every chance to do so was to be savored.
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Training Day Worm edition (Jumpchain) by BatRou-Dawg
Misc » Book X-overs Rated: M, English, Drama & Humor, Words: 64k+, Favs: 42, Follows: 50, Published: Dec 8, 2022 Updated: Oct 21, 2023
4Chapter 11
Standing in the lobby of the PRT Headquarters, troopers facing the door with live ammo and security shutters locked down, Weld resisted the urge to grab a weapon of his own. Not only would it be worse than useless, but it would have deprived one of the properly trained individuals of their appropriate tools. Which, given what a Human Master could do, was a very, very bad idea. "Kid, do you have eyes outside yet?"
Adjusting his control pad, the Ward paled. "Oh damn. There have to be fifty people out there! They're all carrying some sort of energy shield or power construct. My sensors can't make heads or tails of it. Wait, there's a flying sphere over them. Maybe two figures inside? It's no one local, that's for sure."
Damn it, with Alexandria, Legend, and Dauntless out, they had none of their best available flyers. Which meant they had completely lost control of the high ground. "Report the situation to Battery and Director Piggot. With Miss Militia in the field, those two are the best placed to change our deployment orders." Nodding, the Tinker began to speak with their superiors.
Looking at his teammates, the Case 53 had an idea. Admittedly, it was not the greatest idea and would probably get him in trouble, but better that than shattered. "Gallant, I need you to contact New Wave. We have confirmed an attack by an unknown Human Master, tentatively identified as part of the Fallen. As an affiliated group, they need to know so they can protect themselves." Of course, if the family of Capes who included several flight capable individuals and a powerful healer happened to come and provide backup? He was not above taking advantage of such an offer.
Shooting him a look, Gallant adjusted his helmets communicator. Of course, there was a reason that he had the affiliated family on speed dial. "Glory Girl? This is Gallant. We have a...no wait, Glory Girl don't!" A muffled shout and explosion seemed to echo in the air.
Freezing for a moment, Gallant began frantically redialing. Once. Twice. Then he turned to Weld. "It's no good. Someone was at the door when I called. I think that, at the very least, Glory Girl's phone was caught in an attack." Wincing at the other boy's tone, the Wards leader nodded his acceptance. Apparently, they really were on their own.
Clearing his throat, Kid Win turned to his teammates. "Okay, Director Piggot is sending Assault to back us up, but the others are staying where they are. Hopefully that will...what the heck?" Frowning, Weld looked over the younger boy's shoulder to watch his drone feed.
One of the indistinct figures in the sphere was raising a tube of some sort. Before the Wards could determine what was going on, a very familiar projectile was launched. For the veterans of the ABB bombings, a rocket launcher was a recognizable but unwelcome image. That single projectile becoming two dozen upon leaving the sphere was an even worse trick.
The reinforced screens held under the first barrage. Then the second. But that was when the second figure decided to intervene. Taking something from their belt, a series of sharp, spectral objects cut through the screen supports. Then a third barrage of explosives ruptured the decimated entrance, letting the horde in
Up close, the view was even worse than the video feed. Average men and women from all walks of life were braced behind translucent shields of undetermined construction. Each was wearing a dark black vest with bulky explosive charges attached. But, worst of all, they shared an expression of pure rapture. As another barrage of explosives was launched against the building, the thralls charged forward, crying about God's will.
Weld had very little use for religion, but as the Master victims charged into a wave of bullets and containment foam, he thought that God had little to do with this slaughter.
Another explosion sounded as I continued my stretches. Dragon had relocated to one of her suits by the damaged Protectorate Rig, responding to a notification of possible vandals. With no one to talk to and several hours of meditation already under my belt today, I decided some of my advanced gymnastics would be a great way to pass the time. Particularly when the PRT headquarters was under attack.
The entrance of the holding cells had a full squad of PRT troopers lined up, weapons ready. I was apparently important enough to have three Wards and a Protectorate member outside my cell as a personal honor guard. Based upon the chatter on their communicators and the overall tense atmosphere, the attack had already caused several casualties. But honestly? The most difficult issue I had to deal with was ignoring Clockblocker and Flechette trying not to stare at my ass, while staring at my ass. I was not in the mood to have that sort of attention from teenagers after all.
Battery was tense, having just sent her partner back to support the forces in the lobby. Personally, I thought that Flechette should have joined him, but I was apparently too important a target to risk. Plus, you never want someone as destructive as a Blaster who can make holes in Endbringers under an unknown Master effect. So I guess having her ogle my behind was just the price we would have to pay for safety and security. Oh well.
However, not everyone shared my attitude. "This is so stupid! We would be better off fighting at the entrance. Standing in a neat little row in front of a containment cell is a choke point to end all choke points!" Vista might be dressed up like an action figure, but her tone sounded like something a hard nose detective or non commissioned office might say in an old movie. I wonder if it was natural, or an attitude she adapted to be taken more seriously.
Damn it, that was going to bug me all day now.
Fixing the Ward with a look, Battery frowned. "Vista, you know why we're here. Alexandria believes that the Fallen are targeting Skitter. Knowing their dogma, it's probably some sort of retaliation for the death of Leviathan. We cannot allow them to kill or co-opt her under any circumstances." Well, she was not wrong. Based on what I knew about those idiots, retaliation for the death of an Endbringer was well within their wheelhouse. Disregarding any less savory rumors of course.
Grunting, Vista apparently decided that she had enough pretending that there was not an elephant in the room. Figuratively anyways, my metabolism was still the stuff of legends. "Well then, since we are putting our lives on the line, how about some help from the VIP?"
Extending my leg parallel to the ground, I noted that all the Wards were giving me a look. How annoying. "I'm sorry, were you talking about me, Vista? What exactly did you want me to do about this mess?" I mean, for someone who had so much experience in a government position, this girl really did not understand politics.
She also apparently did not understand the concept known as a hint. "We've fought you before. You're an unholy terror to deal with and we are outnumbered and outgunned. You could have half the enemy screaming on the floor in minutes, by moving what, five feet? So stop posing and start working already!" Huh, so apparently I get to deal with both teenaged hormones and preteen jealousy. Great.
Sitting down, I fixed the Shaker with a look. "To be clear, you want me to somehow find enough insects in this building to affect a crowd of over what, fifty people? A building that your superiors have been working around the clock to keep pest free? While holding a Bug Master on a number of charges which, if I'm guessing correctly, include assault with a Parahuman power. All to attack Mastered Thralls who probably would ignore any insect bites due to their programming. If you are attempting to use entrapment, you might want to make it more believable."
Gaping at me, Flechette finally decided to talk as opposed to drool. Maybe I was being a bit unfair, but she looked like a cuddler and I liked to know my cuddlers by their first names at least. Random hugs were not my thing. "Wait, we are being attacked by an unknown Master, complete with suicidal thralls, and you think the Protectorate would use it as an opportunity to add charges? Who do you think we are?" Oh, you sweet summer child.
Ignoring the looks for now, I continued my routine with a hand stand. "You, I don't know, and haven't had a chance to form an opinion about yet. I think that your organization on the other hand is judgmental, controlling and likes power plays. I think that, by having two members of the Triumvirate stationed here, they assumed that no one would bother to interrupt my interrogation or the dominance games associated with it. Finally, I think they make so many rules and regulations so that they can decide what ways they can better shackle Parahumans. But such is life."
Clearing his throat, Clockblocker decided to interject. I swear, does the Protectorate give lessons in replicating a Greek Chorus? Or was I just annoyed? Earth Bet was getting to me more then I realized. "Now, to be fair, Parahumans can do some serious and traumatizing stuff. A bit of oversight in return for a college stipend isn't a bad deal for most of us. So, maybe if you turn your terrifyingly pants wetting abilities on the enemy forces, we could put in a good word for you?"
Wow, he really was the funny one.
Before I could respond, Battery decided to take charge. "Enough, Skitter has her reasons and her points are logical. Sometimes, all you can do is nothing." Turning to me, the Protectorate member got serious. "Having said that, Skitter, what would you say if I asked for special permission to temporarily turn off our insect countermeasures. With the sole intention of allowing you to aid in the buildings defense?" Noting her slightly shaking hands, I felt bad. She was not asking me for help because she assumed I would HAVE to provide it. She was just worried about her partner.
Fair enough.
Frowning, I turned to the adult on the room. "To be clear, what is the enemy disposition and known load out?" Hearing her description made my frown grow. Well, that was fucking annoying. "Then you probably shouldn't bother. I need some very specific insects to properly incapacitate my enemies without permanent harm. With the explosive vests, the opposition is not just turning the thralls into weapons, but cementing their position as hostages. In addition, we have no idea how powerful the Master effect is. My inscets might be ignored or, depending on what instructions they have been given, cause the hostages to set off the explosives. My hand to hand skills might be more effective, but I bet that the second I tried to use them, I'd end up in a kill zone."
Just because I wanted to stretch my legs, it did not mean I needed to be stupid about it.
Looking at me, Vista finally decided she had been quiet for too long. "There are people dying out there! How can you be so calm?" I could not blame her for being upset. That did not mean I was going to let the Ward take her frustrations out on me. Once was enough.
Taking a deep breath, I stood up and met her gaze evenly. "While gone I have had, amongst many other things, the benefits of a lot of excellent therapy. It helps me put things in perspective. I didn't choose to become a target for crazy people. I didn't launch an attack on your base or put innocent lives in the crossfire. I also realize that my help may make things worse rather than better. Being forced to recognize the consequences of my actions prevents suicidal attacks that end up having no point. As distasteful as it is to do nothing, sometimes it really is the best option."
That at least shut the Wards up for the moment. Now I could focus on my next goal.
It was time to send a message.
Bounding off an energy shield, Assault launched himself into the air. Off balance, the thrall was left open to Kid Win's taser shot, knocking them out. "Fire in the hole!" With his battle cry ringing through the air, the confoam grenade encased the victim. Hopefully, this would prevent them from exploding like too many of their fellows.
Reaching the ceiling, the kinetic manipulator rebounded towards the floating sphere. Like before, the unknown Parahumans were launching projectiles with reckless abandon. Unlike before, Assault knew that said projectiles had no strange effects such as causing the Master effect or instant death upon contact. Too many PRT troopers had already paid for that knowledge.
He bounced off the first shining projectile, using it to increase his airtime. With the number of missiles in that last attack, Assault was practically playing mid air hopscotch! Seeing a blue beam pass him by before hitting the sphere, Ethan could not help but smirk. Thank you Gallant for a can of despair fueled whoop ass!
Finally piercing the floating field, Assault wasted no time smacking the crying man down. The woman at least tried to raise her weapon, but a quick tap flattened the barrel before a punch knocked her out cold. With that, the sphere collapsed and all three Parahumans began their descent.
Thinking quickly, the Protectorate member grabbed both of his enemies by the back of their shirts before landing feet first. With decidedly practiced motions, he had both stripped of their more obvious weapons before throwing them down in a heap. "We have two for containment people! Let's get them nice and foamed!" The remnants of the PRT squad wasted no time securing the unknown Parahumans.
As the enemy muscle was contained, Assault looked over the shattered remnants of the PRT lobby. Kid Win was working frantically on a thrall, trying to figure out the disarming mechanism on their vest with help from Dragon. Gallant was keeping an eye on ten captured thralls that he had managed to knock out with a combination of powers and fists. Finally, Weld was recovering after five thralls had managed to dog pile him before setting themselves off. Everyone else was either policing the battlefield, dead or lying in place, too injured to move.
Turning to the piles of hardened containment foam, Ethan tisked. "You know, if you had tried this anywhere else, you might have gotten somewhere. A horde of Mastered victims, acting as walking explosives is the sort of thing to give PRT directors and staffers full blown panic attacks. But here in Brockton Bay? It's a day that ends in y."
Leaning forward, his tone got a lot harsher. "We've fought rage dragons, Nazi blade wolves and drugged up Tinker tanks. One of the newbies tried something like this just a few weeks ago. But Brockton Bay is where hope comes to die. So we are used to kicking the crap out of wannabees. Remember that when you're rotting in prison for making innocent people your siege weapons you jackasses."
At that point, a crackling noise came over the speakers. "Oh, what style! What sheer determination and self righteous drive! It seems that letting the Fallen have their turn first was worth it, if for the entertainment value alone. Well done indeed hero!"
Looking at the speakers, Assault felt his heart sink. Every single member of the Protectorate made sure to recognize that voice. No matter what nightmares might result. "So, I take it they weren't friends of yours, Jack?"
Jack Slash of the Slaughterhouse Nine laughed. "I heard that you were funny, Mr. Walking Pun. No, it was as if we double booked at the same restaurant table. However, after discovering the scope of their infantile plan, I felt we should just let the Fallen give it the old college try. They honestly did better than I was expecting. Not that it would take all that much effort."
Clearing his throat, the madman continued. "Still, they had their fun and warmed you up properly. So, what do you say Assault? Ready for your hope to die? Because I think it's time for the main event to start!" Hearing the laughter booming from the speakers, Ethan knew that Puppy was going to smack him harder than normal for this.
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Misc » Book X-overs Rated: M, English, Drama & Humor, Words: 64k+, Favs: 42, Follows: 50, Published: Dec 8, 2022 Updated: Oct 21, 2023
4Chapter 12
Releasing her Uncle's hand, Amy sighed. Working on family could be exhausting, but it sure beat the alternative. "Okay, it looks like your ribs are fine and the muscle tissue has been replaced. You are going to have to eat a lot of protein and calcium rich products to get back up to speed. Other than that, take it easy on the free weights for a bit."
Smiling, Manpower patted his niece on the shoulder, hand nearly engulfing her entire side. "Thanks Amy, you're a life saver. I haven't been able to move from the couch in days. Now I feel like I could take on Lung! Or, at least Hookwolf." Chuckling at his own wit, the giant of a man shifted in his seat.
"You most certainly will not be doing that, Neil! You just had half your chest cavity replaced!" Folding her arms across her own chest, Sarah Pelham gave her husband a look. "If Alexandria and Legend are going to slum around Brockton Bay, take the opportunity to recover properly. Between Purity and Hookwolf, there will be enough fighting on the streets soon enough."
Smirking from his side of the couch, Eric Pelham stretched, enjoying his new foot and kidney. "Better listen to Amy and Mom, Dad. I think we've earned a break from fighting for a few more days. Let's just eat like pigs and have Amy turn it into useful organs and stuff."
Rolling her eyes, the biokenetic flipped off her cousin. "You are both very, fucking lucky. Search and rescue was working double time while Vortex was bitch slapping Leviathan. The only reason that Crystal was up before you was because she didn't literally lose pounds of vital organs and vascular tissue. So eat, rest and recover before I make ice cream taste like old peas for both of you."
Chuckling, Mark Dallon walked in handing his daughter a drink. "Now Amy, don't make threats like that. Eric and Neil are going to take it easy while we pick up the slack. Isn't that right guys?" Seeing the look on Lady Photon's face, both Pelham men nodded their assent.
"Speaking of the slumming Triumvirate..." Crystal walked in, carrying a salad while her aunt and blonde cousin carried in some more drinks. "...does anyone know how much longer they are going to be in town? I kind of want to ask Alexandria for an autograph, but they seem neck deep in whatever is going on over at the PRT." With that, the Dallon women frowned as one.
Rubbing her forehead, Carol reached for her wine glass. "Crystal, the situation at the PRT is fairly complex. If possible, I would recommend staying the hell out of it as much as we can." Snorting, Amy took a swig of her own drink. The last thing she wanted to deal with today was the reason for the visiting Triumvirate members.
Frowning at the response, Sarah faced her sister. "Are you sure Carol? I'm seeing some fairly intricate rumors on PHO. I doubt they are accurate, but if there is one player I'd prefer not to underestimate, it's Skitter. She's disturbingly creative." Remembering her own experiences, Amy could not disagree.
Before they could continue, both Aunt Sarah and Carol's phones started to go off. Looking down, Lady Photon looked up. "Say, did anyone notice a rumbling sound a few minutes ago? I've got some sort of notification about an attack on PHO." Blinking, Amy reached for her own phone, seeing a message tag for New Wave. But before she could look, Vicky's phone started ringing while the door bell went off.
Heading for the door, Vicky answered her phone. "Gallant? What's...hold on let me just get the pizza guy. One sec." Reaching for the handle, Amy just had time to hear a strange click before her senses were filled with bright light, shrapnel and piercing noise. Overwhelmed by the conflicting sensations, the healer blacked out.
Groaning, Vicky reached up to grab her head. While her forcefield had protected her from the impact of the explosion, the sound and noise had been enough to stun her. The experience reminded her of one of her father's more unpleasant training accidents. Which meant they were under attack!
Cracking her eyes open, Glory Girl was horrified by what she saw. A teenager in a pizza delivery outfit was on the front stoop, dead from a slit throat. A dozen random people were in the living room, automatic weapons trained on everyone present. While she had gotten the worst of the attack, everyone looked a little dazed. Particularly her sister, who was being held with a gun to her head.
Forcing herself to remain calm, the blonde remembered her hostage training. It had not worked with the Undersiders, but what were the odds a group this random would have a bitchy, high level Thinker? On second thought, better to not taunt Murphy. That was when the jerk holding Amy began to speak.
"We know you wish to keep this flower, but stay your hand lest she be plucked. While we would love to show you all the way of the righteous, it is God's will that Panacea join us to find her true calling." The others seemed to bow their heads in reverence. What the fuck had these people taken?
Okay, what could she figure out then? They had attacked Capes at home, were heavily armed, showed no signs of fear and appeared to be utterly focused. Ages were all over the place, as were their general appearances and health. They all had a glossy look in their eyes and were acting like some one had given them divine inspiration.
...Fuck, they had the classic tells of Master victims. Which meant there was no way they were going to negotiate, even with the threat of death.
Okay, so negotiation was out, but attacking wouldn't work either. They clearly wanted Amy the most, but also wanted the rest of us. They sure as hell were not local. Could they be from the CUI? Gesellschaft? She needed more information! That left her with a desperate, stupid option. "Who is showing you the will of God?" At the very least, stalling might help her family snap out of it.
Looking down his nose at her, the man with a gun sighed in rapture. "God is with us all. Her servant came before us in her raiment and gave us out purpose. Once that purpose is fulfilled, we will be welcomed into her arms as true instruments of her will." With that, the whole group shared the creepiest smile Vicky had ever seen.
Wait, they said HER embrace? Who would...oh fucking hell they are Mastered victims of the Fallen!
Before the blonde could commence a freakout of immense proportions, Amy decided to chip in her own two cents. "You know? I am fucking sick of being some sort of fucking hostage. But, unlike the last bitch? You weren't smart enough to wear a full body costume." With that, the biokenetic spat at the gunman, hitting his bare hand cleanly. He had a second to look surprised before dropping to the ground.
The other Mastered thralls began to raise their weapons, only to meet two blazing swords from Brandish and a set of blasts from Laserdream and Lady Photon. Not to be outdone, Flashbang and Manpower both stood before the remainder, Shielder providing cover from behind the couch. Vicky was barely able to stand before it was all over.
Reaching down, Brandish scowled. "Vicky, help me police their weapons. Is everyone else alright?" Most appeared to be fine, but Amy remained silent. She was kneeling down besides the first gunman, hand firmly holding his wrist. "Amy, did he manage to hurt you?"
Looking up, Amy met her mother's gaze with a wince. "I'm fine, I just gave him something that knocked him out. After the bank, I've sort of had this idea brewing in the background. I'm just making sure that it didn't do anything besides put him to sleep." With this comment, Brandish scowled.
Thankfully, Aunt Sarah stepped forward. "That was quick thinking, particularly since they appear to be Master victims. Can you please check the rest for injuries? We need to get in touch with the Protectorate at once, but we don't want to kill anyone if we can help it, self defense or no." Seeing Amy pale at the comment, Vicky decided it was past time for a distraction.
"Judging by what they were saying, my money is on the Fallen. This sounds like the sort of shit that comes from those psychos." With that, both her cousins went pale as ghosts as well. The stories that came from escapees of the Simurgh cult were shared aggressively with teen capes across the country. As the sect with the most confirmed Master capes, they were the default culprits for situations like this. All of their potential fates had just gotten a whole lot more unpleasant.
Both families worked together to bind their captives and separate their weaponry. Amy confirmed that each of them had unusual, uniform brain activity, but could not determine a cause. Vicky tried to call Gallant, but her phone had been damaged in the blast and his personal communicator would not recognize any other number. The poor pizza man was left in place, just to preserve the chain of evidence properly.
As a group, they were heading for the door, only to be interupted by rapid clapping. Aware there might be a more direct attack waiting, they came out, weapons and blasts at the ready. What they discovered only made New Wave intensify their preparations.
Perched on their neighbor's roof, two figures were watching them with glee. One was a tall, naked woman with a stripped pattern of black and white covering her body. However, her compatriot was the one clapping. Wearing a cute, children's dress covered in blood stains and surgical tools, the girl had blonde ringlets framing her smiling face. Then she spoke and New Wave knew things were about to get worse. "Wow, great job! You really showed those Fallen dumb dumbs not to mess with you. I cannot wait to share ideas, Big Sister Panacea!"
Hearing the walking nightmare describe Amy as a "big sister" pushed every single one of Carol Dallon's buttons. She had known that Amy could do more than heal or just regrow limbs. She was her father's daughter, and unleashed, Amy could bring untold misery into the world. However, judging from her horrified look, the teenager thought attention from the Nine was an even more horrific fate. That reaction was surprisingly distracting.
Luckily, her sister took charge of the cluster fuck. "Bonesaw! Did you send these people after us?" Reminded about the pile of victims behind her, Carol had to wonder the same thing. You could never tell what a member of the Slaughterhouse might do. It was a disturbing part of their brand.
Laughing in some parody of a child, the infamous wet Tinker leaned against the Siberian. "No way would we do something this stupid! The Fallen decided that they wanted to get their hands on Skitter, and their leader decided to grab big sis while they were at it. When Mr. Jack heard what those sillies were up to, he sent us to make sure they failed. After all, Panacea is MY candidate, and we would never lose a candidate to idiots who believe in God!" With that her smile darkened into something monstrous.
Then it was gone like a flake of melting snow, leaving the child-like innocence shining through. "Still, I knew you would be fine! You have so much potential, and I know we are going to do great things together! In the meantime though, I have to get back to the others. Mr. Jack is going to announce the rules of the game soon and I don't want to miss it!" With that, the Siberian put a hand on Bonesaw's shoulder as a reminder and a warning. They were not Alexandria or Hero, and would not last anywhere near as long in a fight with the silent cannibal.
Jumping into her companions arms, Bonesaw called out. "Make sure to get to a feed soon! We should be streaming on PHO sooner rather than later! The rules will be discussed then, so make sure to pay attention!" With another ghoulish giggle, the two were soaring through the air at high speeds.
Taking a breath, Brandish turned to her family and teammates. "We need to get to the PRT right fucking now. If Jack Slash is going to be transmitting anything, we need to warn them before it's too late." Nodding, they began to pair off for air travel.
Before entering her Breaker state, Brandish turned to Panacea. She had never wanted to take the girl in, and certainly did not trust her. But none of that mattered now. Taking Amy's hand, she made sure to give it a squeeze. If a bit of support helped to prevent a new wet Tinker from joining the Nine, it was a sacrifice she was willing to make.
Seeing the girl's eyes soften, Carol Dallon ignored that little twist in her gut that questioned her motives for the hundredth time.
Tanking another hit, Alexandria grabbed her opponent's wrist before flipping him yet again. Chort was a machine of destruction, with strength comparable to her own. However, he could not fly, his technique sucked, and the longer they fought the clearer it was he did not want to face her. Hence, why he settled for destroying the scenery while she tried to keep him under control.
However, the Brute had managed to accomplish one thing. The more they faced each other, the longer she was pinned down. That was not acceptable. "Legend, I'm about to go gloves off. Have you dealt with your opponent yet?" It was past time to wrap this up.
"Just a minute. I managed to knock out the civilians who were Mastered, but the enemy Parahuman is very good at using their power for cover. So keeping collateral damage...wait something is happening." Frowning at the tone, Alexandria returned her attention to Chort, only to see him staring into space.
Not one to ignore an opportunity, the Triumvirate member launched herself forward to finish the fight. However, the enemy Parahuman apparently no longer wanted to play either. He launched a counter punch, blocking her forward momentum, before stomping the ground. The resulting shockwave knocked two buildings down on top of them. In that window of surprise he launched himself backwards and out of the area.
While she was contemplating giving chase, her communicator activated. "Alexandria, I've got my opponent. It looks like someone on that list of kidnapped victims from last year. She suddenly tried to break off her attack, but couldn't manage it. What about you?" Hearing that, Alexandria had a sinking sensation form in her gut. Something was wrong.
Turning back towards the bay, the Heroine responded. "Chort broke off contact and fled. If they both did it in response to an order, then something must be happening. Secure your Parahuman prisoner and prepare to return. We'll have to send people back for search and rescue once we have secured the PRT building."
Before Legend could respond, an alert in her helmet went off. An emergency broadcast was going up on the Brockton Bay PHO boards, the official Emergency Broadcast System, the PRT secure lines and a dozen unaffiliated websites. That sort of timing either indicated a coordinated cyber attack or major event, neither of which was good news.
Of course, nothing had quite prepared her for the voice that started speaking on her com channel. "My, my, my, what an excellent audience! Greetings Brockton Bay! For those of you who don't know me, I am that rapscallion himself, Jack Slash. My friends and I thought, with the recent events and all, it was high time for a comeback tour in your lovely cesspit of a city! So listen up, because I have quite a bit to say."
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Training Day Worm edition (Jumpchain) by BatRou-Dawg
Misc » Book X-overs Rated: M, English, Drama & Humor, Words: 64k+, Favs: 42, Follows: 50, Published: Dec 8, 2022 Updated: Oct 21, 2023
4Chapter 13
Leaning over the desk, Emily Piggot was very close to tearing her hair out. Her building was in lockdown because of an attack by an unknown Parahuman force, assumed to be associated with the Fallen. Her Triumvirate visitors and heaviest hitters were out and about the edges of the city, dealing with attacks by Mastered civilians and more powered minions. Her VIP prisoner was providing logical reasons for not unleashing an insect driven Apocalypse on the attacking forces. Any one of these issues would be enough normally to drive her insane.
But now, broadcasting to the world, Jack Fucking Slash was raising the damn bar of suck! The only reason Emily was staying still while her remaining forces scrambled to defend the building was that her room was rated for a Shatterbird attack. Almost against her will, Director Piggot turned on the announcement feed on PHO. Before this shithead attacked Brockton Bay, she needed to know his stupid, self indulgent game. Then she was flipping the god damned table on his ass.
A three tone chime sounded, before the broadcast began. "My, my, my, what an excellent audience! Greetings Brockton Bay! For those of you who don't know me, I am that rapscallion himself, Jack Slash. My friends and I thought, with the recent events and all, it was high time for a comeback tour in your lovely cesspit of a city! So listen up, because I have quite a bit to say."
Clearing his throat for dramatic effect, the psychopath continued. "First of all, good show surviving this year! You have had quite the ride so far! Bomb Tinkers causing all sorts of mischief, Villains trying to upset the status quo, custody battles in the streets, and who could ever forget that slimy salamander Leviathan? Yet despite all of this, you go getters kept pushing forward with such tenacity! It's almost endearing!"
Then Jack's voice went flat as a board. "Not to me, though. All that carnage and you simple minded chimps just don't want to get the message. The few shining stars in town are being smothered in the muck, and while I'm not one to dirty my hands too much, needs must and all that." Hearing that made Emily want to rip the monster's tongue out from his head.
Chuckling, he continued. "Still, the death of an Endbringer must be celebrated in style. Oh, we have our routine, and it never stops being a party, but sometimes you have to try new things, expand to new horizons! You just need the proper... inspiration." Emily realized at that point, she had only thought her feelings were sinking before.
But the bastard just would not shut up. "Just look at those amateurs the Fallen! When we heard they were in town, I knew it was only sporting to give them a chance to shine. But what did I see? A bunch of cousin humping, slack jawed yokels! They weren't just bad, they were derivative! Boring! Old hat! I mean, conscripted walking bombs attacking randomly? We've all been there, done that, and most of you have the T-shirt! It's like they weren't even trying!"
Then, his tone turned disturbingly teasing. "No, we need something special. Or rather, someone special. Everyone is abuzz about the man of the hour. The amazing hero Vortex who defeated Leviathan like it was a walk in the park. Yet no one can find out anything about him. Well, unless you have a Tinker that can think on their feet, no matter what may come up. Luckily, our travelling family happens to employ such a person, and Alan was able to find out quite a bit on our way to your little city."
"It seems one of your rising stars caught the paragon's interest! A desperate, want to be hero who was seduced to the Dark Side with better companionship and a steady paycheck. She laughed, she cried, she had her pain receptors burned out, and she worked for a rather slimy snake. Luckily, that snake had all sorts of back up, stand alone data storage options and a positive obsession with documentation. So, when we happened to find one of his men on their way out of town, why gaining access was the small, one time price of offering a quick death. It was practically a steal!" With THAT comment, Piggot's heart skipped a beat. Fucking Coil had to screw them over one more time!
"So when Skitter met this larger than life figure, he made her a deal. He would aid her in taking down the evil overlord who wanted to rule everything and everyone in the shadows. His price? Why, learning at his knee the secrets of the Universe! She couldn't agree fast enough! Of course, I don't know if she knew interdimensional travel was on the table, but I doubt it would have changed anything. She got off this forsaken rock, and I still don't know why she came back. Let alone her choice in wardrobe."
"But imagine it! Dragged across time and space, seeking out the farthest horizon, meeting new and unusual creatures. It would be a dream come true! So our merry band came here for this new gospel, filled with all sorts of possible tales of derring-do! I'm sure, by the time we are done, she will be screaming notes of poetry that will keep us going for decades more!" Hearing that, Director Piggot suppressed another shudder.
"Still, speaking of screaming notes and changing things up, Shatterbird has decided that she wants to announce our grand finale rather than the opening act this time around. Instead, dear little Bonesaw has come up with something special for the occasion! Just look to the sky and you can see her latest artwork." Frowning, Emily activated the external cameras and looked up. Blinking, she toggled her personal communicator.
"Legend, Alexandria, this is Piggot. Am I seeing what I think I am seeing?" Because stuff like this was supposed to stay in her nightmares where it belonged!
Looking up at the sky, Legend felt himself going green. Sometimes perfect eyesight was more of a curse than a blessing. "If you are seeing various balloons that appear to be made out of tanned, human skin floating in the sky, then yes you are." His captive groaned at his feet, but the Hero could not look away.
His communicator continued to crackle as Jack Slash continued his broadcast. "Each of those little numbers has a special brew that Bonesaw came up with. I have to say, it is some of her most impressive work yet! A slight issue with surface tension, but other than that each vessel is a cornucopia of interesting concoctions! So just keep an eye to the sky!"
"Still, we have more to do in town than just find out the secrets of the Universe. Sadly, the Slaughterhouse is short a member once again, so why not multitask? Yes, that's right people we're recruiting! So make sure to check your mailboxes for that special invitation!" With that statement, Legend knew that Brockton Bay had become a whole new sort of problem.
"However, every good competition needs some rules. First, keep the flying to a minimum. We wouldn't want to burst our special floats too soon. Second, no switch hitters, so only local capes can play our games. Third, I hear some special guests have been in town, stuck in "meetings" all day. Because of your recent losses, let's split the difference. Either Alexandria or Legend can participate. If you both try to do something, then I guess we're doing the same old dance and Shatterbird will sing her heart out." A taunt and a threat made all at once. No matter what Jack claimed, this was a classic Slaughterhouse maneuver. One where the only true winner would be Jack Slash.
"Finally, your objective. Bring us a secret held by Taylor Anne Hebert, a.k.a. Skitter in the next three days or we start with a penalty round! Prepare for a grand old time Brockton Bay! We sure as hell are! Ciao!" With that, the poisonous broadcast was stopped.
Gaping at the psychopath's sheer cheek, Legend almost missed Alexandria coming over the com. "I can be at the PRT building in ten minutes and have Skitter removed from the city in twenty."
Director Piggot's counter was much firmer. "You most certainly will not! You know the policy with the Nine. I will not quote it to you over a compromised com-link. As regional director, I am declaring an S class emergency! Legend, you may return to base with your prisoner. Alexandria, you are to return to L.A. until you can convince Chief Director Costa-Brown to overrule me. Move it people!" With that, the connection went dead.
Sighing, Legend picked up the struggling teen. "You know she has a point, Alexandria. I promise I'll keep her safe. Please, just trust me this time." Plus, she was taking this too personally. His friend might actually like Taylor Hebert as a person. That was more than enough reason to separate the two during an S class threat. With that thought, he flew low to the ground, careful to avoid any of the obvious surprises.
Staring into the air, Valefor was practically begging to a voice that only he could hear. "But Mama! I'm so close to that heretic Slut I can feel it! Now that those Slaughterhouse heathens have called out a challenge, I cannot just walk away!"
The skeletal form of his mother and Matriarch of the Mathers clan glared at him through her power. "You foolish, useless boy! For all your claims of divine understanding and upholding our purpose, right now you are as sad as any other lustful Slut! Your plan has cost us valuable time and soldiers. While the loss of the powerless heretics are of no import, your every action was a failure! You cost us the faithful Crowleys and their potential as soldiers to the cause! You failed to obtain the healer! Ala has been cast out, after falling to Legend of all the unwashed! But, most importantly, you gave insight of your true potential to the soldiers of the unworthy! Now, they will know your skills and you will be a liability rather than an asset! What do you have to say for yourself, you pathetic, mewling child?!"
Slapping his neck absently, the Fallen Parahuman felt tears forming. He was devout in all things to his mother and their Angel. Failure was a true sin to them both. "But if I leave now, it will be a sign of weakness to the heathens and unbelievers! I need to answer this challenge for the glory of our message! Obtaining Skitter is vital to that goal!"
Glaring in fury, the image of his mother made a gesture. Suddenly, his body was wracked with pain. "Skitter would have been a useful Slut with a valuable power. She would have been a symbol and source of information that would have served our family well. But if she dies, her blasphemous knowledge will die with her. If she survives? We will learn from this and target her more effectively. But, in the meantime, you are useless in Brockton Bay! I have summoned Chort home, so gather Eligos and prepare to return. The Crowleys can be reclaimed if they survive the Slaughterhouse Nine's pathetic games." Feeling Mama's power drop, Valefor could only gasp in relief.
That was of course the moment that he realized that the room had gotten far too dark. Mama looked up as well, narrowing her eyes in greater fury. But before she could speak again, someone beat her to it.
Hello, Valefor.
It was a demonic buzzing that filled his senses. The cadence was already making him dizzy. "What...who are you, demon?"
I have several names. The one you would best recognize is Skitter. I believe that you have been attempting to speak with me.
Eyes widening, his Mama interjected. "How could this be Skitter? We are well outside her reported range!" Valefor would have agreed, but the room had begun to spin.
Sadly, I cannot really waste time speaking with you. I'm afraid that you are an unwelcome distraction, and would only escalate if left alone. So, I'm going to have to kill you.
Paling, the Master managed to croak out a cry for help. "Eligos!" But there was no response.
The buzzing almost seemed to chuckle.
Your friend has been dead for quite some time. Armor might help with a punch or a bullet, but it tends to itch. So the odd bite here or there was easily overlooked. A wasp sting to the tongue for security made sure he suffocated quietly quite easily. It wasn't a quick death, but you were a little distracted.
Suddenly, with dreadful clarity, Valefor reached for his neck again.
Oh no, that was just a fly bite. It was meant to distract you from the black widow bites on your legs, but I'm guessing Mother dearest was a little miffed at your fuck ups and expressing her displeasure. You have the equivalent of about forty doses of venom running through your veins right now. It should leave you just enough time to deliver my message.
Eyes wide, Mama reached out to him. "Be my voice, boy. Make sure your last act is in her service!"
Gasping, Valefor rasped out. "Mama is with me, always." The buzzing seemed to intensify.
That's nice of her. It will make my message easy to understand. Know this Madam Mathers of the Mathers Clan. You were on my list, but your foolish family's actions have moved you up the queue quite a bit. Once I am done dealing with the Nine, your inbred group of monsters are next. Taylor Hebert is no one's Slut or Slave. Remember that you two bit, psychotic whore.
Mama's rage was a sight to behold, but between his darkening vision and swollen tongue, Valefor could speak no more.
I'm sure that you are acting like a five year old having a tantrum, but I don't have time to deal with it. A Parahuman dead from a pack of bugs is a bit on the nose right now, so I have some evidence to hide. See you soon.
With that comment, Valefor's last sight on this earth was his horrified Mother, and a wave of bugs, swarming towards him with dreadful purpose.
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Training Day Worm edition (Jumpchain) by BatRou-Dawg
Misc » Book X-overs Rated: M, English, Drama & Humor, Words: 64k+, Favs: 42, Follows: 50, Published: Dec 8, 2022 Updated: Oct 21, 2023
4Chapter 14
Standing at attention, the leader of the Brockton Bay Protectorate continued her report. "We were able to contain the majority of civilian attackers with no major issue. However, when we attempted to utilize containment foam, they all made a concentrated effort to commit suicide. Of the thirty six captured, only four were prevented from shooting, stabbing or self mutilating to the point of death. They are currently in Master/Stranger holding, showing the same symptoms of Mastering that New Wave apparently encountered during their own incident."
Dragon joined the discussion, providing her own feedback. "Based upon the presence of Chort and the dialogue reported with the Master victims, we are attributing this attack to the Fallen. Due to the insular nature of the organization, we cannot provide a completely positive match on the Master cape's identity. However, we were able to make a possible match with Valefor of the Mathers Family. The only issue with that is his hypnotic abilities are supposed to be much weaker than the reactions we saw during these incidents."
Leaning back, Director Piggot frowned. "Just to be sure, we have confirmed that the two who led the charge on the building were not the Master in question or Mastered themselves?" Remembering the scene that her team returned to, Miss Militia suppressed a wince. Too many good men and women had lost their lives today, and the threat was nowhere near over.
Dragon sighed. "That, at least, I can verify. Both are members of the Crowley Family. They are known Villainous Shakers who worshiped Leviathan. The woman Empusa, a.k.a. Sabrina Crowley in particular has a significant history of criminal acts and domestic terrorism. Her brother Vince is one of the key figures of that branches leadership. Neither have demonstrated any sign of Master abilities, but they are known to actively network with the other Fallen families."
Rubbing her head, the Director leaned back. "So either we have an unknown and powerful Master cape under control of the Fallen, or Valefor has been holding back enough to spoof our analysts. Well isn't that just a bundle of rainbows? Still, we have far too many dead and an attack that was too blatant to ignore. Chief Director, I think you know what my recommendation is going to be."
The image of Chief Director Costa-Brown nodded. "We cannot allow this sort of thing to go unpunished, or it will send the wrong message. Any confirmed member of the Fallen involved in the attack, including Chort and the Crowley's, will be subject to a retroactive Kill Order, assuming that they do not show signs of being Mastered. If it is shown that Valefor was present for the attack, assuming he does not turn himself in, he will be included in this rulling as of the first confirmed death of a Mastered civilian."
Legend stepped forward, "I personally wish to suggest that Ala be held as a minor until evaluated by the appropriate staff of Asylum East. Based upon the history of the Fallen, I believe that she can be rehabilitated. The girl should not have an excessive punishment because of how she was used by that cult."
Shuffling her notes, Costa-Brown nodded. "So noted, Legend. Now that we have that mess out of the way, let's get to the heart of the matter. Dragon, why don't you explain how Jack Slash was able to open and maintain a monologue on multiple servers, most of which were supposed to be secured in our own network? One that has been broadcast world wide, resulting in significantly compromised information security?" Clenching her fists, Hannah stared paying very close attention.
The Canadian Tinker paused before giving her analysis. "As far as I have been able to determine, Mannequin was the primary force behind the broadcast. He was able to accomplish this because of two major factors. First, he infiltrated the remnants of the Rig that were still being salvaged and restored. A dozen agents were killed while he scavenged key equipment that allowed a hard line override into the emergency broadcast systems."
Her voice turned much colder with the next statement. "The second problem was the use of emergency codes that appeared to be salvaged from a hidden, stand alone data center. I was able to backtrack it, and all the available evidence indicates it was originally Coil's. While Mannequin wiped the server, I was still able to restore enough of the data to determine that information ranked up to level two security clearance was present." That made Miss Militia's eyes widen. That was the sort of clearance required for Ward and Protectorate member's personal information, including secret identities!
The repercussions were apparently not lost on the Chief Director. "That will be added to Thomas Calvert's list of charges. We will make sure to seek a Treason ruling over this. But in the meantime, we have a key asset exposed to the efforts of the Nine. What is your current plan of attack?"
That was the question of the hour. Taylor Hebert had been playing semantic games with the top brass for days. While she shored up her bargaining power, Hannah and her colleagues had in turn been working to solidify the PRTs position.
However, by being outed in this fashion, the Nine had effectively demolished over fifty percent of both their efforts. That was not going to help anyone with the upcoming conflict.
Taking a deep breath, Director Piggot faced her superior squarely. "With the Nine attacking, I have already called an S class truce.
Said truce will be honored for all the Parahuman assets currently in Brockton Bay, with one exception. As such, I plan on using back channels to reach out to the effected parties, discover the candidates of the Nine, and develop a plan to eliminate that pack of monsters once and for all."
Freezing, Director Costa-Brown frowned. "I certainly hope that the one exception you are talking about is Taylor Hebert. Because, if you broker a deal with her under these conditions, it could cause us great difficulties in the future."
Closing her eyes, Director Piggot responded. "With all due respect, Chief Director, this is an S class threat. I need people on the ground, working together to protect Brockton Bay from one of the most degenerate bundles of psychopath's on the planet. I have too few Protectorate members, so if I have to use Nazi's and teenaged smart asses? Then I will do so. They are criminal scum, and often far too violent, but they will respect a Truce. If I include the exception, particularly since he is an ideal CANDIDATE, it will destabilize everything. So, with all of that riding on this? You bet your ass I'm going to play it straight with Taylor Hebert."
Clearing his throat, Legend broke in. "I know we want as much as we can get out of our deal with the girl, but we are out of time for games. I will personally act as her body guard, and vouch for her information to the other parties involved. It might weaken our bargaining position, but I think we are past that at this point. We have human skin balloons filled with who knows what floating over our heads and an enemy cape who can shatter every piece of glass in the city at will! Let's focus less on some nebulous loss in a battle of wills and more on getting our job done by saving lives."
Chief Director Costa-Brown looked at the two before sighing. "Make sure she comes through this in one piece, Legend. Alexandria has been a treasure trove of information from what scraps she was able to get from the girl. I want the whole damn pie in our hands, not the Slaughterhouse Nine's. Good luck." With that the connection was cut.
Looking at her superiors, Miss Militia coughed. "Should I go inform Miss Hebert that she has been drafted? Or should we first let her know that her father is in the building under our protection?" Swearing up a storm, but at least Mr. Hebert was not in a position to be used as a hostage by Jack Slash.
With that, the Triumvirate Hero raised his hand with a sigh. "I'll take care of it. As it is, I believe we're long overdue for a talk."
As I sat, contemplating Jack's opening move, I could not help but wonder what a good outcome would be at this time. The Slaughterhouse Nine were legendary for their cruelty and creativity. They wanted me, either as a member or a personal project, and were holding Brockton Bay hostage in an effort to win. They had outed my identity, knew too much about me, and had probably developed agressive counters to my power set.
Well, at least the Fallen had provided me with a reasonable warm up. Okay, more like an opening stretch, but still! The important thing was that I knew what sort of game the Nine liked to play. The question was if I could play on even footing, with all other things being equal. Or would the Protectorate slow me down.
Ah well, it looks like fate had chosen plan number three then. That was annoying, but doable.
My moment of contemplation was interupted by an unknown figures footsteps. Looking up, I mentally sighed. Alexandria had been a challenge and surprisingly engaging. If things were different, we might have even become friends. This fellow, on the other hand, was going to be annoying, in the most endearing way possible. "Legend, I see that you are sticking around. Isn't there some sort of official policy concerning the Trimuvitare and the Nine? I would have thought you'd be back in New York by now."
The leader of the Protectorate faced me in silence. He was charismatic, well liked and reportedly a true leader. He also was spread too thin and did not check up on the little people enough. But that might just be some personal bitterness leaking through. I would have to watch for that. "Miss Hebert, I don't plan on abandoning either you or Brockton Bay. But, unlike Alexandria, I'm not good with games. Director Piggot has declared an S class emergency, and we need your help."
My, my no wonder I had been dealing exclusively with Alexandria. He left himself too open to counter points. "The last time I put myself in your care during an S class emergency, it had mixed results. Why would I do so now when something smarter and nastier than an Endbringer is in town?" Which was me being facetious of course. The Nine had nothing on the Simurgh.
Taking a deep breath, Legend fixed me with a look. "Miss Hebert, I have been teammates and friends with Alexandria for years. I know semantic tricks of this nature like the back of my hand. We know you are playing games, you know we are playing games, and we both know a lot of people who have nothing to do with either of our choices are going to die if we keep playing said games. So, what will it take to get you to willingly help us? I cannot offer everything, but at least give a point to argue from."
Leaning back, I put myself in Legend's boots for a moment. He was dealing with the likes of Crawler and the Siberian, while the local Protectorate was understaffed. The local big names were well known and easily planned for. He needed a game changer, particularly if he could not call for reinforcements. Hence, an appeal to me.
Still, Legend was not really in a position to give me what I wanted. There were too many parties that could adjust or override an explicit offer. Any verbal deal could be forgotten, any written one undermined by involving my father. It was a tricky situation, and would have to be explored carefully.
At that point, we were interupted by an unexpected source. Which was silly, given the players in this game. Because, of course, Dragon decided to make her own appeal. "Taylor, I understand your concern, but this is the Nine. If it would make you feel better, I would be willing to serve as a witness to any deal made. Please help us take care of these monsters."
Well then, that added a bit of a spin to things, did it not?
Meeting the Hero's gaze I decided that it was time to move forward. My preparations were almost complete, anyways. "Very well, Legend, Dragon, I'll cooperate under the following guidelines. First, I wish to be included in any of the planning or associated preparations for this operation. I've seen what passes for acceptable strategy in this city, and I don't plan on putting my safety on the line in such short sighted ways."
Nodding, Legend smiled. "Since I will be acting as your personal bodyguard for the duration, having you sit in on our meetings is only fair."
Annoying, but not unexpected. "Second, I reserve the right to provide information to help develop strategy, up to and including the source of said information in order to make sure I am heard. I have a history with these people, and will need every trick I have in order to be taken seriously."
Pursing his lips, the Hero nodded. "Agreed, with the provision that you do not use the same trick that you did on Alexandria. I'd like to make sure that stays in our back pocket."
They were still that freaked out? How much of a bitch was Alexandria that having human reactions to life was that off-putting?
Taking a deep breath, I kept my voice steady. "Finally, at some point in the future, I will be asking you to uphold the law. You will not quibble, you will not negotiate, you will instead do your duty. Is that clear Legend? Dragon?"
Neither responded for a moment, before the Tinker spoke. "That sounds more than reasonable, and better than the alternative Legend."
Looking at me sideways, the Triumvirate member nodded. Taking out a key card, he opened my cell. "Very well, I think we have an agreement. I will be leading a meeting with the Protectorate, Wards and New Wave in about an hour. Would you like to freshen up beforehand?"
Smiling, I stood and stretch. "New clothes and a shower sound heavenly." Plus, it should give me some time for the next stage of my plan.
A proper shower, shampoo and fresh outfit did indeed do wonders for my perspective. Legend had left me in some VIP quarters as he prepared for the upcoming meeting. I knew that this would be invitation only. Just as I knew that every other, non Protectorate Parahuman would be reaching out within the day. The pattern of events was predictable, and making sure I was in that meeting as well would take some work.
Eh, I had enough workarounds that I was not too worried.
Mindful of the time, I closed my eyes. If I was going to follow through on my plan, I was going to have to play hardball. This was no game of cops and robbers. It would not be enough to destroy the Nine. I had to do so in such a way that no one would doubt my ability. It had to be a smackdown to end all smackdowns.
Thankfully, I had a cheat.
Opening my eyes, I stared out at my mental defenses. The term Mind Scape was often thrown around without fully understanding what that entailed. Every single element of the construct before me had a purpose, a definition that made my internal focus absolute. If I allowed one section to waver, it would lose that definition and no longer be under my control. Given what I was containing, that was unacceptable.
Before me was a massive prison, made of stones so black that they could not exist in reality. Building it brick by brick had been a major part of my training, and I was still proud of the results. Walking up to the sole window, I sat at my preferred seat, a throne of cushions that was decadently comfortable. Looking through the glass, I proceeded to view [QUEEN ADMINISTRATOR].
No matter what you called them, a Shard, Passenger or Power dissected and analyzed the mind they were linked with before and after a Trigger Event. Therefore, attempts to subvert them using traditional methods such as drugs or self hypnosis would not work because they would have defenses developing right alongside such efforts in real time. Thankfully, my time away had given me the necessary skills and perspective to overcome those limitations and undermine it's control.
Now, as with every other encounter we had, I waited for it to reach out.
Slowly, a mirror image in multidimensional crystal formed behind the mental shield. [Queen Administrator] had so little self awareness, that her own mental state was mostly a reflection of my own. Just less refined and more unstable. But one of my long term goals was synergy and understanding with this creature in my mind. She was not on my side yet, but she could be. After all, I had something that interested her quite a bit.
Reaching down, I turned a knob from three to four percent. Just like that I could feel it's interest grow. [Queen Administratior] was old and, despite it's limited mental capacity, fairly proud of it's accomplishments. Having sections of it's abilities limited by the controlling intelligence annoyed it.
My developing ability to adjust it's potential via my own will? To provide it with a template to expand it's funtions and understanding of existence beyond such simple programming? Well, that just opened up all sorts of possibilities.
It's Avatar decided to tilt it's head. Human body language was still a bit new to it. [Opportunity?]
Clearing my throat, I did my best to reply. Shard speak was so data dense that it was difficult to get the inflections just so. Still, like so many High School language students on vacation before me, I managed to make myself understood. More or less.
[Possibility]
I could almost see it grin.
Returning the gesture, I got to work.
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