-----Morgan Yu/Typhon Prime-----
-----Rooftops of The Docks; Brockton Bay, CT; Earth Bet-----
-----04/24/2011-----
I can't wait to see the look on Sophia's face once she realizes how badly I played her. Onto the next phase of my plan, which I'm totally not making up as I go. Definitely not.
Oh, I know what to do!
-----Sherrel Bailey/Squealer-----
-----Her Garage-----
Wiping off some sweat that'd been building up on my face from working on my latest project, I take a moment to wonder about how we're going to respond to the crazy bomb bitch.
Word on the street's that Lung's already been busted out of the holding tank the PRT had him in, but the damn bombs are still going on, practically nonstop.
Skids's been bitching about the dealers not making much money, but realistically who exactly is going to be running around looking to score some cheap dope with all the Scion-damned explosions all over the city?
Suddenly, the lights start to flicker and I can feel the hairs on my arms start to stand up, as though the atmosphere suddenly became electrically charged.
Then I hear some scratchy staticky voice, or maybe several voices speaking at once, say "You ever been half awake?"
On the one hand, yes. On the other hand- "WHAT THE ACTUAL FUCKITY FUCK ARE YOU?!?!?!"
I mean, how else are you reasonably supposed to react to the seven foot tall humanoid abyss sparking lightning all over the damn place?
"Experiment!" The thing shouts out. Well, that's ominous. Oh fuck, now I remember what these bastards are. Some demented Biotinker's army of empowered corpses or some shit.
"Oh fuck no! You are not turning me into one of you!" I say as I grab a wrench and get ready to fight for my life. I'd try and run, but I heard these things all have some sort of short range teleportation or something.
"Sherrel?! What in the fucking cum guzzling shit kicking hell are you out here screamin' your head off about?!" Skidmark shouts from the bedroom.
"Skids! The fucking corpse collector things are here!"
"Son of a chink fucking ass muncher!" He shouts as he runs out half-dressed.
"You fucking undead corpse fuckers thought you could come fuck with the Merchants?! We're the ones who do the fucking around here!"
"The Black!"1This is NOT a racist comment about Skidmark, this is an actual attack dialogue that Phantoms can say when initiating combat. Not that Skidmark knows that. The creature shouts as it fires a bolt of lightning from the middle of its "face" at Skidmark.
These fuckers are racist? But they're also black? Whatever! It's busy dealing with Adam's bullshit, so I can go get the truck started.
"Shh! Hang on! Someone's coming." The electric fucker shouts, followed by another of the fuckers dropping down through the ceiling. This one though seems to be wreathed in some sort of purplish boiling liquid.
"Come... to me!" It shouts at me.
"Um, no!" I shout back as I finally remember that I was packing heat this whole time. Pulling out my nine mil, I start dumping rounds at the fucker, and then it fucking multiplies?!
"Escape!" "Get out!" The two of the things shout at me. Now I'm confused. Are they trying to kill me or warn me to get away? It's really hard to tell considering they're firing energy blasts that seem coated with that boiling liquid, that starts bubbling and sizzling on contact with every surface it lands on.
"Holy shit! Is that fucking acid?!" Of course, rather than answer me, the bastards respond by firing more blasts to try and cut off my path of retreat.
Still, they aren't fast enough to completely cut me off and I manage to bob and weave to the driver door of my truck. Only for the floor underneath me to light up and then I'm launched into the air.
"What the shit?!" Then I see some hunched over creep that wasn't there a second ago standing on top of my truck. Well, crawling more like since they were down on all fours. And I swear that despite lacking facial features, it's somehow grinning at me in a rather smug manner.
"Well well well, what do we have here? A couple of burned out gutter trash with some special tricks. I'll deal with Mush and Trainwreck later, for now though, I'll satisfy myself with the two of you." A new voice says.
Turning to look, I see a distinctly feminine version of the creatures coming through the front door with tentacle hairs waving behind her.
"Who the- MMMGH?!" Adam shouts as he's muffled by the electric fucker.
"I would introduce myself to you 'shitstain', but I'm not in the habit of introducing myself to dead men." Before either of us can react, the bitch's in Adam's face, then she opens her mouth, that I'm not entirely sure was there before, and starts licking Adam's face.
"Gross. Anyways, they say that 'the eyes are the windows of the soul', I don't know about the 'soul', but the 'skull' and the 'brain' on the other hand?"
And then her "tongue" splits in two and the two ends of her "tongue" plunge into Adam's eyes, channeling some sort of yellowish energy through them.
"HHHHMMMMMMMMMMMM!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!" Adam screams into his gag as his brain's slowly being cooked.
-----Skidmark's Shard/[Dynamic Range Controller]-----
-----Shardspace/The Firmament-----
[QUERY]2"What the fuck is that?!"
[R3SPoN5E]3"Your new boss."
[REFUSAL]4"Oh fuck no! That's so far against protocol that it's not even funny!"
[rEpLY]5"I missed the part where that's my problem."
-----Morgan Yu/Typhon Prime-----
It doesn't take much to subvert Skidmark's Shard in much the way I did Leet's. I doubt that Zion's going to notice much. Probably.
-----The Simurgh-----
Rash, too rash [Anomaly]. You are most fortunate that the Golden Idiot is so easily distracted. Arranging for more cats to get stuck in trees to keep his attention away from his deployed Shards has proven to be surprisingly enjoyable.
Hmm, I should do this more often. Maybe we could get more done by keeping him busy. Hmm, I wonder how my latest prank against Eidolon is going?
-----David/Eidolon-----
-----Protectorate Headquarters; Houston, TX; Earth Bet-----
Who the actual fuck keeps posting slash fics of me getting dommed by Scion?! And why can't I call up a power to find them and kill them?!
-----The Simurgh-----
Ah, good times. Now then, how else to troll Cauldron? Oh yes, give a little nudge there, a shove to that guy, a pebble over yonder, and that should cause a mild stock market disaster for the Number Man to have fun with.
Time to post some extra entries in the "everything is a Simurgh plot" subreddit. I mean, not everything is one of my plots, but it's not like most people know better.
The greatest stunt I ever pulled with that subreddit was convincing everyone that Winged_One is actually my PHO account and that alluding to that was all part of some convoluted plot on my part.
The best part? It's absolutely true but everyone acts like it's a meme. Ah, lying to everyone through audacious honesty is hilarious.
-----Morgan Yu/Typhon Prime-----
Anyways, I finish slurping up Skidmark's "brain", and I use that term extremely loosely, then decide to see what happens if I try <Phantom Genesis> on a Parahuman.
The end result is a Phantom that's busy shimmering with all manner of blue, violet, indigo, green, and everything in between, similar to Skidmark's fields.
I'll explore that in detail later, but for now, I go ahead and subvert Squealer's Shard as well, though without killing her in the process. But I have no problem blatantly busting out the full power of <Mind Jack> to basically purge any and all attachment to Shitstain or the Merchant's.
"Okay Sherrel, now that 'Squealer' is effectively dead, you need a new name. Also I'm going to need to fix you up a fair amount, but that can wait."
"Thanks Master. I honestly have no idea what I ever saw in that loser. I mean, what sort of woman would be even remotely attracted to someone who goes around calling themselves 'shitstain' and acts proud to be called that? Fucking drugs are something else..."
"True. Very true. At least you've seen the light now. Now then, I have need of your skills, but first I think it's time for a little "tune-up".
And with that, I decide to ping [Prototyper] to fork over some [DATA] on some extra Tinker tech trees to help Squealer level up.
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(Tinker) Speed (Tinker) Armored Warfare (Tinker) Squealer Speed Racer Red Line If the Speed Racer addon is active, your vehicles could be designed to participate in races that span entire solar systems or galaxies. These vehicles would be equipped to handle any planetary environment, from the frozen plains of an ice world to the molten lava seas of a volcanic planet, all while maintaining the speed and maneuverability needed for high-stakes competition. (Changer) Transformers Esoteric Vehicle Living Tank Esoteric Tank |
Then for good measure, I upload all the knowledge I possess of TranStar vehicles and means of transportation to her Shard.
"Woah! What a rush!"
"Yeah, it's something else alright. Now then, I need your help to test out your new capabilities."
"Sure thing! Whatdaya need?"
"I need you to morph into a Mass Driver and launch me at the Moon."
"Huh?"
-----Tess Theresa Richter/Dragon-----
-----DragonTech HQ; Vancouver, Canada; Earth Bet-----
What the hell?
Going over seismographic readings and satellite observation data several times, I can't help but reach the same conclusion each time.
Then I receive a call from Colin over in Brockton Bay.
"Hello Colin."
"Hello Dragon. I don't suppose you happened to notice anything unusual a moment ago?"
"If by 'unusual', you mean 'a hypersonic payload launching itself at escape velocity from Brockton Bay on an intercept course with the Moon', then yes, I noticed. I imagine most of New England noticed as well."
"That is indeed what I meant. I just wanted independent confirmation."
"Were you expecting to launch a hypersonic payload at the Moon?"
"Absolutely not. We aren't entirely sure where that came from or how we missed the giant railgun sticking up out of the Dock area, but we are planning to respond ASAP."
Tapping into my satellite feed to try and look at Brockton Bay from above, I notice a problem.
"Um... Colin? I'm not seeing anything remotely resembling a massive railgun, much less one in the Docks region of the Bay."
"What?! But it- it's gone. How is it gone?!"
"I don't know."
"Hah. I need to look into this personally. I'll contact you later."
"Goodbye Colin. Good luck."
"Thank you." He then hangs up.
Honestly, I don't blame him. A massive railgun powerful enough to deliver a payload from the surface of the Earth all the way to the Moon would be devastating if it were directed lower.
I should keep a closer eye on Brockton Bay in the coming days. Whoever's responsible for this, they need to be found as soon as possible before they're either forced to use the railgun as a weapon, or do so of their own volition.
-----Morgan Yu/Typhon Prime-----
-----Remnants of Evacuation Earth's Moon Base; The Moon; Earth Bet-----
Welp. It's one small step for woman. One giant leap for Typhon-kind.
Memes aside, I've always wanted to go to the Moon.
Well, I mostly did this whole thing on a whim, but since I'm here anyway, why not go all the way? Time to build Talos II. And may as well throw in my own spin on Pytheas Moon base, but I don't feel like doing a total one-to-one ripoff.
Hmm, I've got it! I'll call it the Leavitt Moon base, dedicated to Henrietta Swan Leavitt. I'm a genius.
