82 Interlude - PHO
"Uhuhuhu!" Cherish giggled.
"Told you we should have kept on for Brockton Bay!' She added.
"Yes. Yes. I know what you said." Jack Slash rolled his eyes, turning to look at the rest of his Nine.
"What do you guys think?" He asked, if only out of courtesy. He wasn't one to put things to vote unless he knew it would go his way. In the Nine, he was the leader and his word was law.
And he knew no one was going to oppose him here either.
Mannequin just looked at him blankly as did Crawler, both looking on listlessly as they gave their approving nods.
"I've been wanting some fun at the beach for a while now." Burnscar added, causing Shatterbird to roll her eyes.
"Brockton Bay doesn't even have a beach. It has a shallow creek and half sunken pile of concrete at best." She commented, not looking up from her book, a bloodstained mystery novella she had picked up from one of her victims corpses.
"You know an awful lot about it. Just accept it. You were looking forward to it too." Burnscar poked.
"Don't push your luck." Shatterbird growled back, before turning away.
"Though I don't mind if we turn around now either. We'll still make it by tomorrow at this rate." She muttered, before returning to her book.
That's five out of Nine. What say you, Riley?" He asked.
"I do want to test out some of my new waterborn plagues! So yes please!" The girl in a frilly dress replied as she fiddled with a dead raccoon they had picked up on the road, stitching in a blackened skin sac into it's stomach lining.
"And Sibby agrees too." She added to a begrudging grunt from the Siberian.
"That settles it then." Jack clapped, "Hatchet Face, turn the bus around. Brockton Bay it is!" Jack ordered, getting back into his seat, and flipping his knife on his hand as he went over his plans, making alterations as necessary.
The Slaughterhouse Nine were coming to the Bay, and he wanted to make it a day the residents would never forget. Especially if he mad ethem the reason the city was condemned.
Oh, that would earn the Nine, and more importantly, him, a spot in the history books!
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Elsewhere in Germany, the Gesellschaft were holding an emergency meeeting.
"I suppose you know what we're bhere for?" The man at the head of the table asked.
"Yes, mein Fuhrer." The man on the video call answered.
"We need this man in our hands, if he is white. If not, if he is impure, we need him off the table. Do you understand?"
"Yes. Mein Fuhrer. I am honoured to have recieved this opportunity."
"You should be. Count your lucky stars we even gave you the call, after that debacle with Purity." The Fuhrer said, causing the man on the screen to flinch.
"What? Did you think we wouldn't know? Do you think us on the same level as your mindless little knechts?
You have greatly disappointed us. If you can't even keep your wife in check, how are we supposed to trust you to bring the reich to the west?"
"I...my apologies. You needn't worry. I have the situation handled. She is within the palm of my hand. Everything is under control." The man on the screen insisted.
"Clearly." The Fuhrer scoffed, "We will be sending two of our agents, the Pure, in from one of our cells in the eastern seaboard. You have met them before? Nacht und Nebel?"
"Night and Fog. Yes. I'd be happy to cooper-"
"No. They will be in charge of the mission. You will make sure they are given the hospitality they deserve and cover positions in Medhall for the time being. They will be sticking around for a while longer."
"But Fuhrer, I-"
The man cut the call, and snorted.
"Western fool. Who does he think he is?" He muttered as he picked up a file on his desk and returned to his duties.
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Meanwhile in China, the Yangban stood in formation awaiting orders.
The door carved into the mountainside opened with a creak, as all eyes turned to it.
Shen Yu, the leader of the Yangban descended the stairs at a deliberately casual pace.
Another powerplay. He resisted the urge to sigh.
That was a punishable offence and he didn't appreciate the isolation cells any more than the piss thin gruel they gave out.
Perdition, or as he was now known, Thirty-Six, looked away from stairs and checked himself.
All was in order. His uniform wasn't creased. His hair had been trimmed.
Nothing they could pick him out for.
Though he didn't put it past the chinks to punish him anyway.
Or if someone ratted him out for no reason.
Perdition reminded himself. In the Yangban, every man is a prisoner and a guard all at once.
That's how they kept them in line. Old soviet era tactics. A stazi of their own.
The one holdover from when Scion had dismantled the communist nation.
Shame he didn't do the same for China, else he might not have been stuck here, kidnapped and tortured, an entire reality away from home.
He wondered what would have happened if he hadn't antagonised his friends, if he hadn't crossed the boundary with Noelle.
Would they still be together?
Had they found a way back home?
But all his thoughts were dispelled when the leader finished his slow descent, and walked onto the podium, his eyes boring onto each and every member of the troop.
"Today, I have a new mission for you. A traitor to the great nation has appeared in the west. He threatens to tear apart our civilization with his new weapon. Anti Master Serum, he calls it." Shen Yu explained, completely missing the part where the serum was included, due to his subpar skill in english, letting slip the true intent of the party to them.
Perdition scoffed internally.
You mean free them from your brainwashing. He thought.
"Your mission is to find this traitor, and eliminate him, while securing the weapon for our glorious nation! Failure will not be tolerated in this endeavour!"
He added.
As if he tolerated failure in anything.
Perdition thought, his back was still sore from when he was whipped for waking up five seconds too late last week.
"Three will lead the mission. The following members are to accompany him to Brockton Bay in America." He said as he began to list off the names of the candidates.
"Nine, fourteen, twenty-one, twenty-three, thirty-one, thirty-six...."
Catching his name on the roster, Perdition, felt a little spark of hope appear in his heart.
He had heard of the Endbringer attack on the bay when their leader celebrated the destruction of another enemy city, generously giving them an egg for breakfast that day.
If it was truly in scraps, perhaps he stood a chance at escape. Escape from this hellhole. And a chance at finding a way back home.
Or at least he had to believe it. It was the only thing holding him together here. If he didn't have this hope, he'd have broken down a long time ago.
Yes. He would escape. This was his chance.
And he was not going to miss it.
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Topic: Master No More? Potential Endbringer Killer?
In: Boards > News > Events > America
Bagrat (Original Poster) (Veteran Member) (The Guy in the Know)
Posted on June 4th, 2011:
I admit it. I'm a cape geek. You know it. I know it. I'm the cape geek the OTHER cape geeks go to for the crusty, juicy details on what's happening and where. Look at my badges^. I'm the guy in the know, and everyone on the News boards knows me.
Except I'm not in the know. I've been calling in every contact I know, some CAPES, even. I've been watching four different news channels and scouring the internet, and I'm CLUELESS.
Someone clue me in? I'm desperate. Where did this guy come from? Who even is he?
EDIT: Board rules say I'm supposed to contribute something if I'm starting a thread, so here's what I do know. Someone help fill in the blanks:
Sources in the know, (read cape wives) tell me it's someone dangerous, which, shocker, it's quite clear. He just boned an entire set of cape ratings potentially more depending on what he does in Brockton Bay.
But the real juicy bits are relating to Alexandria. Apparently, she and Eidolon teleported in to a wards meeting in the Rig, and took charge of the situation.
That is suspicious to say the least. Maybe he dod kill the Simurgh after all?
Well, that's all I know. Help me out!
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Ekul (Brockton Bay Refugee)
Replied on July 4th, 2011:
The theory makes sense.
Guy comes around with a revolutionary new tech. Of course the PRT wants their grubby little hands all over it. Though from the video, it doesn't seem like they'll get it easy. This might get ugly soon.
AverageAlexandros (Cape husband)
Replied on July 4th, 2011:
That Simurgh bit is obviously attention seeking. A dozen different people have claimed it. No one can prove jack shit. This is probably a marketing gimmick. He's after the big bukz!
Lolitup
Replied on July 4th, 2011:
Any idea on his ratings? His tech seemed varied. That gray forcefield is one thing. The serum is awhol anuther branch of tech.
(Posted from phone, sry)
XxVoid_CowboyxX (At Ground Zero: Brockton Bay)
Replied on July 4th, 2011:
Clearly he's a tinker 10. And I just know he killed Simurgh. Think about it people! An alien ship comes around, then suddenly the Simurgh's dead?
Then some guy starts pedalling strange serum?!
It's an alien takeover! He wants to mind control us so they can probe our butts! And those Cauldron people have something to do about it. Maybe it's our first contact! *gasp* Do you think they come in piece? I think NOT!
Robbythotten
Replied on July 4th, 2011:
Two things:
1) Shut up Voidcowboy. Just because Dragon's down doesn't mean you get to spew your conspiracy bullshit everywhere.
2) He's probably just another victim if the Leviathan attack. Maybe he triggered from there. Or he could be some spurned spouse that Heartbreaker messed with and found out.
TheGnat
Replied on July 4th, 2011:
But that laser beam tho!
Didn't you guys see that thing? It ripped through Uranus and Neptune!
Maybe for once Void might have a point.
Robby
Replied on July 4th, 2011:
You can't be serious?
Aliens? Cauldron? What next, are we going to see a multiversal war?
P.S. Why is no talking about the serum?
That's the real awesome stuff!
GameBreaker (The Man Himself) (Certified Awesome)
Replied on July 4th, 2011:
Oooh! Multiversal War!
Don't tempt me. I can only get so erect!
Glad you like the serum. I worked real hard on it.
And yes, Cauldron was involved, just not how you think.
Chromedome
Replied on July 4th, 2011:
@ Void Cowboy: Just. Don't.
@ GameBreaker: Really? You want to ham it up playing imposter? Seriously, Dragon needs to get back up so we can weed out these idiots.
Bagrat (Original Poster) (Veteran Member) (The Guy in the Know)
Posted on June 4th, 2011:
I don't think he is an imposter. I checked his bio and it says he's been here since two weeks. And, he's the only one who has the whole video of the event, from start to finish.
Check this out.
Even I don't have the whole video of that thing especially not this long. It's even longer than the one he showed on tv. This one has clips of his ship and that green portal thing that killed the Simurgh.
Guys, I think he might just be the real deal.
GameBreaker (The Man Himself) (Certified Awesome)
Replied on July 4th, 2011:
Hells yeah I'm the real deal. Look at the serum. As Bagrat said. It will eliminate one whole class of parahumans. Sounds pretty~ game breaking to me.
XxVoid_CowboyxX (At Ground Zero: Brockton Bay)
Replied on July 4th, 2011:
I'm going to get called a tinfoil hat, but what about that thing where the guy was talking about posts with the word C*auldron getting screened if they weren't censored?
Oh wait, the guy is here.
Holy shnitzels the guy is here, himself!
I was never against alien occupation.
I for one welcome our new alien overlords. May they probe our butts for a thousand years.
GameBreaker (The Man Himself) (Certified Awesome)
Replied on July 4th, 2011:
Ew! No. Keep your smelly butthole to yourself, Greg.
But I like the enthusiasm. Here, have a gift.
XxVoid_CowboyxX (At Ground Zero: Brockton Bay)
Replied on July 4th, 2011:
Guys! GUYS! A portal just opened up in my room and dropped off a package. What the fu-
It's a .... dildo?
Totallytats
Replied on June 5th 2011:
Yeah no. That's definitely a second account Void has made.
You seriously expect me to believe that an alien tinker is going to give Void a gift? Fuckin Void?
No. I'm out!
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As the conversation derailed, I lost interest in the forums and switched to my current objective.
"Is this the place?" I asked the computer.
"Yes. Third floor. Second room.
Occupants one. Lily Fujiwara.
Codename Fletchette."
"Great." I said, opening a portal to her room and stepped in.
Her room was as plain as one would expect from an asian american.
A table, a bed, some reference books.
Nothing too out of the ordinary. Except her costume, of course.
Fletchette was a parahuman with a very special ability. She could enchant objects by touch to temporarily ignore choice laws of physics.
In other words, an armor piercing effect that gave her weapons a 100 percent critical hit rate. A great power for when you want to kill an alien god worm.
I threw a soundproofer in a corner of the room before I walked towards her bed, slowly and stealthily, the shard extractor in hand.
"You'll want to stop right there, unless you want to get skewered." She said from beneath her blanket, throwing it up, and revealing a long bolt from her crossbow.
"You're awfully paranoid for a little girl." I said.
"This is New York. I have enemies. It pays to be paranoid." She said, eyeing me, "Clearly."
"I don't suppose you'd be open to negotiation?" I asked.
"No. I don't think I will." She replied.
"Think again. You might just like what I propose. And if not, you can always...you know," I gestured at the arrow in her hand, "as you put it, skewer me."
"Or I could do it right now and save myself the trouble." She shrugged.
"Not for a million dollars? Surely, that's an agreeable amount of money. I know your situation. You don't like your parents and they don't like you, that's apparent, given how no one has come to check on you despite our VERY AUDIBLE conversation." I said, raising my voice.
"One million dollars is a lot. Could help you get out, buy an apartment of your own. I don't know how much the PRT pays you but this is clearly more than it."
"And what do you want for it? Other than your life, of course." She asked.
"Your powers. Or rather specifically, the brain parasite that gives you your powers." I replied.
"Brain parasite?" She asked, confused.
"Yes. They're officially called shards, but they are actually machine organisms that latch onto your brain and mutate it to give you powers. You must have heard about the corona pollentia and stuff in your orientation into the Wards, right? That's the one."
"If this was true, why wouldn't the PRT tell us about it?" She asked, narrowing her eyes.
"Because you are wards? Any one idiot blabbering away could unravel their whole structure. People won't like their heores being infected with alien parasi-"
"That's enough out of you. I'm calling the PRT." She said.
I sighed.
"Well, I tried..." I said, directing my nanobots to her.
"Puree her. Leave the head." I ordered, as the nanobots got to work and withinsecod s all that was left of her was her head and the echoes of her dying screams lingering in the soundproofong field.
I gingerly picked up her head by the hair, and attached the shard extractor to it, pressing the button on the bottom.
Slowly, I watched the vial fill up with prismatic blood, before I pulled it off and opened a portal back home.
I looked back at the bloody mess of a room, and shook my head.
Shame she didn't take the deal.
But eh, no skin off my nose.
I entered the portal and appeared in ny lab again, and opened up a bioculture pod, dumping the vial into it with another test tube of alien DNA and a heaping dose of CodeRed.
Then I watched as a mass of flesh grew within the pod, taking the rough shape of Fletchette's head, if it had been inbred and passed through a cancerous radiation treatment.
Two small psuedopods grew out of it's base, with non-functional fingers wriggling in excitement.
I reached in and pet the little meatball causing it to yip in glee.
"Who's a good alien slayer? You are! Yes, you are!" I cooed at it, scratching it's ears, with one hand while the other plunged a sedative into it, putting it to sleep.
Now with the meatball asleep, I opened up it's scalp with a laser scalpel and got to work, attaching tubes and wirework into it, connecting to a miniature nueral network station from which I could control it's powers, and after a couple of hours the head in a jar was ready.
I picked it up, screwed it onto the nueral pad, and led it acroos the room to a vacuum shuttle, down to the weapons hub.
There stood a massive four pronged rail cannon, with the words FTL Slingshot Mk. III.
I climbed the steps leading up the side of the cannon, and opened a slot in the ammo compartment at the top, gently placing the apparatus into it, attaching the nueral pad to a transmitter and switching circuit, before welding it clean. With that, I shut the hatch to the compartment and climbed back down, as I mentally commanded the computer to prep the portal projector for a weapons test.
A portal opened up before the rail cannon's mouth and droids began to load the ammo into it.
"Release the bogeys." I ordered, and the computer obliged, opening a port at the side of the ship, launching out a series of forcefield protected targets into space.
I waited as the ammo was loaded in and the targets had floated far enough, into the shadow of Uranus, where they could no longer be seen from earth.
"Alright." I said, "Start testing. Get ready to shoot. Switch to full auto. Activate targeting systems. And get me a live feed." I ordered.
A video feed opened up on my contacts, showing the targets floating around, as the cannon lit up with power.
I accessed the meatball's neural system and stimulated the power, enchanting the massive eight feet long, nigh indestructible super alloy bolts in the cannon with a defense negating coating of power.
"On my command." I said, putting on my earmuffs and activated my forcefield's space mode. "Three....two....one.....fire!"
A series of consecutive booms rang out in the weapons bay, less than a nanosecond apart.
Thr only reason I could even make out the four booms, was because of the data display on my contacts and the ammo count reading four less bolt in the cannon.
On the live feed, I could see something else too. The targets, protected by my best forcefields, exploded, shattering to dust, still contained in their undamaged forcefields, as the critical hit bolts slipped through the forcefields without so much as a flicker on them.
I felt a wide grin creep up on my face.
Hehehhehyehayyahaa!
I cackled.
Yes. YES!
This is good.
No. This is better than good.
And most importantly, it's enough to put the alien worm in it's place. Six feet under, in the dirt, where worms belong.
