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Re: I got out of bed for this? (Featuring Lisa Quentin)
« Reply #60 on: 13 September 2020, 19:31:19 »
I haven't read a comic book in 30 years, and back then it was Judge Dredd & MAD Magazine.

I have never read a superhero comic. I don't even remember seeing them in the shops. I don't remember superhero cartoons on TV either.

I haven't lived in a house with a TV since 1998.

In recent years I saw the Dark Knight Trilogy and most of the MCU movies but didn't really pick up any politics from them beyond "great power/great responsibility."

I try to turn my brain off when dealing with Hollywood otherwise the lack of scientific/engineering plausability, and sometimes common sense, stops me enjoying them.

This probably means I've missed a few things.

Hey, as long as you're enjoying the ride here. :)
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Re: I got out of bed for this? (Featuring Lisa Quentin)
« Reply #61 on: 13 September 2020, 19:35:42 »
it's early morning and we've finished fueling the bikes when it hits me.

I forgot my medication.  It hits me, because I go through my bag, and I can't find it, mentally search through my memories of yesterday...

it's sitting on the counter in my trailer, next to the stove-top percolator.

shit.

"What's wrong?" Ernie asks.

"I forgot my medication."  I tell him.  "This is going to suck."

"Maybe a drug-store in Renton or Seattle has it?" he suggests.

seems legit.  maybe.

Since the Clan is taking the highway, We look up county and state roads in the area, and find a couple of smaller routes, but it's a twenty mile detour.

ah, the joys of taking someone else's motorcycle on a nice ride in the country, hey?
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Re: I got out of bed for this? (Featuring Lisa Quentin)
« Reply #62 on: 13 September 2020, 19:36:02 »
I've been enjoying your stories ever since I stumbled onto the 2nd interation of Kowloon. The Ngos, Sybil, & Tabby, are the only reasons I visit this corner of the boards.

And thinking about it, any politics in superhero movies is going to be US politics and from my non-US perspective, well, I'll probably be breaking some sort of forum rules if I express much of an opinion  ;D
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Re: I got out of bed for this? (Featuring Lisa Quentin)
« Reply #63 on: 13 September 2020, 20:00:36 »
I've been enjoying your stories ever since I stumbled onto the 2nd interation of Kowloon. The Ngos, Sybil, & Tabby, are the only reasons I visit this corner of the boards.

And thinking about it, any politics in superhero movies is going to be US politics and from my non-US perspective, well, I'll probably be breaking some sort of forum rules if I express much of an opinion  ;D

dude, there is a list! 

Okay...

JA Baker's ongoing on-line anthology series "Who Goes there?"

Liam's_Ghost's stories (too many to throw a single link on)

Giovanni_Blasini's got a good one going too...

Cawest's "Copeland Supply, Salvage, and Resale"

2ndACR's "Fate Can be Cruel" is superb work with worldbuilding.


point being, there are a LOT Of reasons to kick around this corner of the forums. :)  (Yes, I am plugging others...and they're not even paying me to do it.)
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Re: I got out of bed for this? (Featuring Lisa Quentin)
« Reply #64 on: 13 September 2020, 20:14:52 »
dude, there is a list! 

Okay...

JA Baker's ongoing on-line anthology series "Who Goes there?"
I read a bit of that after you linked it from a Ngo story

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Liam's_Ghost's stories (too many to throw a single link on)
I've started following "A Toreel Wizard.."

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Giovanni_Blasini's got a good one going too...
I'm following the Sybil reboot and Beerkeg of Science

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Cawest's "Copeland Supply, Salvage, and Resale"
I'll admit the BSG crossover put me off trying that one.


Anyway, I'll stop there, I don't want to derail this thread too much.
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Re: I got out of bed for this? (Featuring Lisa Quentin)
« Reply #65 on: 13 September 2020, 20:59:15 »
"What's wrong?" Ernie asks.

"I forgot my medication."  I tell him.  "This is going to suck."

"Maybe a drug-store in Renton or Seattle has it?" he suggests.

seems legit.  maybe.

Given they are normally used in locked high security psychiatric wards?  I suspect her regular drug store gets it specially stocked.

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Re: I got out of bed for this? (Featuring Lisa Quentin)
« Reply #66 on: 13 September 2020, 21:10:28 »
Outside Aberdeen

The governor's staff were reluctant, but complied in providing the correct address, and an examination of a Thomas Guide book of maps gave the location, so when a point was dispatched to the address, it wasn't particularly difficult to find.

The prefab's axels had been removed sometime in the past, and the outer skin of polished aluminium was almost gross with corrosion and age under thick, second growth trees.  Thermal sensors showed nobody was home, and Point Commander Iris almost called the shuttle back to lift them into town, but thought better of it.

instead, she opened the door. 

the place was cramped.  This wasn't because Iris was an Elemental, either.  the hut was somewhat like lower-caste quarters on a poorer colony, with faded wood-grain wallpaper peeling in places, fixed, too-small-for-comfort furniture, a simple cabinet, a simple, what would be termed 'laborer grade' kitchen, and a curtain partition to the sleeping space.

Two things were notable.  One was a musical instrument on one of the two benches flanking the table. there was musical tab there, and a cold half-cup of coffee that had already started to evaporate, leaving a filthy ring.

the other, was on the tiny kitchen's counter.  a selection of red-brown bottles filled with pharmaceuticals.  The name on the bottles was the same as the person they were here to retrieve for questioning.

Iris poked her head out of the prefab, "Medtech Lorren! come here."

Lorren was the only non-warrior on the mission, and she was here because five Elementals might do serious harm to someone by accident while searching.

she hurried over.

"What are these?" Iris asked, "Are they performance enhancers?"

"Neg, Ovkhan. if anything, these are performance ******..." she sighed, "this is a recipe for controlling a psychotic outburst, mixed with what appear to be anti-anxiety medications and a drug known to suppress volition."

"A...chemical leash." Iris said.

"very likely.  whoever prescribed these, especially at these doses, wanted this woman sitting in a corner, drooling, and lacking the motivation to wipe her own filth away after defecating.  we do not permit the use of these substances, because the side effects are crippling. and we have better alternatives for treating severe traumatic stress."

the warrior grasped it immediately, and then, called in the rest of the point to inventory the place.

it was not hard to find a notebook filled with careful schedules for using the drugs, reminders of where items were placed, and a half-journal discussing the merits of various methods of self-termination.

that last part, was disturbing as hell.  a file fat with medical data went to the medtech, who immediately began digging.

"She might be hiding, but we can know her enough, we will find her."


Inside Aberdeen...

"You were captured?"

Warrior Lonas nodded.  "She defeated us." he said, "I have never seen power like that, sir."

The other disgraced Elementals were being interviewed.

No bondcords, just...no resistance, either.

"How large is the resistance cell here?"  Point Two Misha asked.  "How many warriors did it take to defeat your star?"

"Two." Lonas said, "For which I am not at all ashamed."

"Two."

"Two.  The woman in your image here-" he nodded, "And a boy too young to graduate from his sibko training.  Star Commander Paul is with them."

"Where?"

Lonas shrugged, "I do not know that.  Their security was at least competent enough not to discuss such things in front of possible informants."

"How were you defeated by two individuals?"

"The battle-roms from the destroyed 'mechs should answer that.  these people lack the technical expertise to retrieve them."

"Tell me, make me believe you are not a deserter!"

"Very well...she punched my armor into pieces. None of my weapons so much as phased her...and no, it was not suit on suit.  she was nude...because she was hit by a PPC to the chest, with enough power to vaporize a human body.  I told you, I have never seen, and likely will never again see, something that...impossible.  She peeled my suit off of me with blows from her fists, Watchman.  ALL our training, our technological superiority, was undone by that woman.  I watched twenty milimeter slugs flatten on her belly! my battle claw? it broke on her skin!!"

Lonas returned to looking at the table.  "And she sings." he said, "like nothing I have ever heard before. sad songs with a voice..." he raised his eyes, "She left. she is not here.  she may return...and I have a bar floor to sweep."

"a floor to sweep?"

"I was defeated, i was shown their ways, i was released." Lonas said bluntly, "I am no longer a warrior for any clan, but I have a job, and my job requires that I sweep the floor of the Legion Hall and help Deke prepare the drinks for customers until I have learned enough to master tending the bar on my own."

"Lonas! that is...insane!"

"No, it is Honorable. She could have chosen to kill me.  she could have chosen not to let any of us live! our lives were hers to dispose of and we could do nothing to stop her!" he was getting frustrated, "Nothing, do you understand? she chose to take us in, she chose to feed us, to...I am done. I can not fight power like that, and you are a fool to pursue it! now I have duties to perform, and if you are going to shoot me, you can shoot me in the back."



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Re: I got out of bed for this? (Featuring Lisa Quentin)
« Reply #67 on: 13 September 2020, 21:21:23 »
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« Reply #68 on: 13 September 2020, 23:26:57 »
"...if we had the numbers to police it, we could take the whole planet, but we do not have those numbers."  Katya Kerensky was fighting a critical battle here-not with the natives of this version of Terra's past.  She had already accepted that the chance of ever encountering anyone or anything familiar is gone.  Astrogation charts, monitoring the EM, everything was correct for being directly over the birthplace of the human race.

and there was no getting around the fact.  An experimental jump by the Clan's warship had shown the nearest colonized world to Sol was there, just no sign it had ever been colonized.

the coordinates were right, the conditions were right, except...this was not the Earth she had been sent as vanguard to liberate.  This one was, in many ways, in far worse shape.

Disunited, primitive nations, she could dominate any of them easily with her forces, but there is only so far you can distribute even a full galaxy of troops.

even elite troops.

and there's the supply issue.  Ammunition would run out long before the need for it.

the Wolf Clan needed a home, here was a home...it just needed to be bent to understand who was the alpha-and that wasn't proving easy.

she could take the planet, but without numbers, without millions of people committed to the Clan, there was no way she could hold it in the long term.

and they were disunited.  outright tribal.

and they had champions.

"If we had the numbers, we could take this whole planet...but we do not." she reiterated to her staff.  "WE need things.  Things they can not provide us without assistance, things we will need to have replenished."

Russia, home of The Great Father, had already rejected the Clan vociferously, Baba Yaga, whatever that was, had repelled the initial assaults with enough casualties that, to establish a foothold anywhere with the chance of an industrial base, they had to retreat.

Puget sound was second choice...but they did not have such a defense.  The Americans had tried to fight, and they had tried bravely, but even they had been forced to accept a cease-fire in the face of superiority of Clan weapons, Clan Tactics...

Clan Orbital Bombardment.

"We have supporters here." she continued.  "People who will help us, as their ancestors were aided by indigenous peoples in North America."

she gestured at the state's elected Governor, who capitulated in seconds after the destruction of Fort Lewis and McChord AFB.

a few conversations, and a brief outline of how Clan Society was structured had been enough to turn sullen surrender and rank fear to eager compliance and open cooperation.  Governor Gregory liked the society structure outlined by Nicholas Kerensky, and it turned out, had been working with others in her party to slowly force implementations of things like central economic planning, environmentally conscious utilities, and centralizing populations for easier control.

"This area was, and will be, the heart of the Star League, we are, for all intents and purposes, the IlClan in this time, and as the natives submit, we shall elevate them." 

They'd have to.  without industrial support, the Clan would eventually have to devolve their technologies just to survive, not enough of the Lower Castes had come, and they brought no factory equipment.  It was here, where there is safe atmosphere and safe water and tilled fields, or trying to teach warriors to be dirt farmers somewhere else.

"There will be resistance, there will be opportunities for glory, This is our destiny, to lead humanity into a golden age!"

assuming her warriors did not go native.  This had already proven a problem with the ones who survived in Aberdeen.  the Battleroms recovered from that mixed star showed that, but more, the reaction of the now-former warriors themselves.  They had been beaten on a level that left no room for having morale rebuilt.  Quentin had not just beaten them, she crushed them. this was something even the ferocious and hard to reconcile entity in Russia had not done-mostly because Baba Yaga's power had been so impersonal as to feel like a natural force, while Lisa Quentin's fight, and her presence in the recordings, was intensely personal for the warriors she defeated so easily.

Katya finished her speech to her impromptu clan council, comprised of the senior bloodnamed within Beta Galaxy, plus the senior lower-caste brought along with.  "It is our manifest destiny to save this world from the brink, and lead humanity into that golden age."

She braced her hands on the podium, "Our first steps, begin here, in Washington State, now the Domain of Clan Wolf!!"

"Seyla!!"

she sighed, "but, we can not be like the Smoke Jaguars, or the Jade Falcons.  we are Clan Wolf, which means...We are going to have to persuade the united states to refrain from spending their sons and their blood trying to push us out...which means, while our warriors are securing our new landhold, We are going to need to work with the remains of the local government.  some of that government is committed to refusing to cooperate...and there are at least six unaccounted for 'superhumans' still loose, which will need to be either defeated and captured, or defeated and killed, before our hold here is secure."

Screens behind her lit.

"We know this one.  Lisa Quentin, Age 24, former United States Marine, last encountered in Aberdeen Washington, she is believed to be with a young man who generates plasma beams from his hands...we do not know how, and that will necessarily be something for the scientist caste to discover once he is captured.  Quentin has proven to be resistant to battlemech scale weaponry, and to have some indications of superhuman strength and endurance.  She is also, according to records recovered from where she was...quartered is perhaps too kind a word...mentally ill, suffering from severe bipolar depression and Post Traumatic Stress Disorder."

"I do not have images for the next ones.  There is a sort of 'super technician' in the area near Mount Pilchuk, the unofficlal name being 'The tinsmith', a violent vigilante who may be worth recruiting into the Clan. The Tinsmith has two others who work with him or her, one is reputed to be some form of stealth ability and the other..."  a blurry image appeared, showing a partial view of a male in a trench-coat and broad brimmed hat, "...is publicly dubbed 'Mister Wizard', and uses primitive applications of technology in significantly unusual ways, as well as using traps and prepared ambushes. these three have been quiet since our arrival, but captured police resources suggest they could be a threat to pacification of the region. they are officially classified as Vigilantes, a sort of bandit that hunts other bandits exclusively.  We hold three Superhumans under guard on our temporary base on Luna-the only three registered Superheroes in the State, but according to the local research into the phenomena, with eleven million residents, that leaves three or potentially more native superhumans unaccounted for.  Presumably, those three are allied with one of the small groups still on the loose."

"Have the Scientists begun research into this? is there a possibility of gaining these abilities for our Clan?"

Katya frowned, "Our scientists have found no common link indicating superhuman potential, and the United States, which has the ability to instill it, is not willing to share that with the Clan...and I doubt a Trial would gain us any better chance of securing the data.  We will have to find it for ourselves, or find something we can trade for the secret...and to find it for ourselves, we will need a sample size larger than the three in custody."

The Clan will need that capability, too.  she knew it in her bones.  once we find it, we will refine it beyond their crude methods.

"For the time being, your clusters are to continue to secure our territory and engage in civil affairs missions to smooth over and build good will with the population. we will not be able to begin full conversion of the local society into the Clan Model quickly, we simply do not have the manpower for that, and warriors will be needed to prepare to repel the next counter-attack.  Watch officers are to continue to work on locating and securing the superhumans we know about, so enhanced patrols in the Snohomish County area and continued investigations to run down Lisa Quentin and her accomplice."


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Unnoticed by the Clan officers in the former King County Court building, Petra Cheron recorded the meeting.  Like nearly the entire human race, the Clanners weren't accustomed to looking up...and The Farm had conditioned her to holding uncomfortable poses and waiting patiently.

The full recording of the meeting would show up later on Youtube-the Clanners hadn't bothered to cut off Internet access yet, and with the power back on, she could get it out faster to more people, possibly even to this 'Lisa Quentin' person if she's got any kind of social media skill at all.

Or at least, to someone friendly to her.  we need to find this person and link up. Petra mused.  The clanners filed out of the chambers, and she crawled out of her hiding place, stopping at the still lit displays, she took out a Sharpie.

She's called 'Countermeasure', dipstick.  Your plan sucks, Your Clan Sucks, USA!!!

she wrote on the screen, over 'unknown' before leaving.

Petra knew she'd have to hurry-once the doors went on automatic again, she'd be stuck inside until someone came through them.  the last time she got stuck in a building that way, she had to light it on fire to get the doors to open...and she failed to bring any gasoline or matches this time.


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Re: I got out of bed for this? (Featuring Lisa Quentin)
« Reply #69 on: 13 September 2020, 23:50:05 »
[outtake: Petra Cheron]

Name: Subject 24 (of 30), MK Ultra series 2 integration of captured third reich "Ubermensch" technologies.

Conception Date: August 12, 1956  Fertilized and processed ova stored Ft. Dietrich, Maryland after project cancellation

Decant/birth Date: December 8, 1990. Project "Teenager" approved, director G. Phillip Hotchkiss, NSA.

Sex: F

Weight: Average
Height: Average
Race:

Initial birth and indoctrination conducted at NSA Facility Black island, New York under auspices of Project:Teenager

Purpose: Domestic insurrection specialist, sabotage and insurgency, political influence generation.

Training includes lethal hand to hand, blade skills and small arms, as well as standard infiltration and sabotage techniques.

Status: missing, Project shut down.

Appearance: Subject was intentionally designed using Mengele process to have no firmly defined ethnic background, in order to blend into any target population without the dangers of shape-shifting techniques (See: Failed process 18, Project MK Ultra, also see project Skinwalker)

subject is believed to have developed per normal

Known Parahuman Abilities: Invisibility to surveillance and security devices, including visible spectrum, infrared, ultraviolet and X-ray scans. during project testing, subject 24 was the only one of the batch to render true superhuman traits, while being only able to achieve the upper levels of regular human ability with regards to athletics.   Subject showed a reluctance to terminate human life in 43% of test operations, and was severely disciplined by handlers when refusing to take part in group punishment of deviant behaviours by fellow subjects.

Subject did not show this restraint while effecting escape from Project faclities, resulting in the deaths of all staff members and partial destruction of the Black Island facility.  (See: Black Island incident May, 2004)

Note to domestic surveillance agents:  Subject 24 is unable to use her abilities to hide from organic surveillance such as trained animals, or human senses, but will not appear on surveillance camera, audio, or most photographic media.  This may be our best method of securing this escaped experiment, as she will be unable to obtain a standard driver's license or state visual identification card.

Loyalty Conditioning may have been compromised prior to the subject's decision to escape Black Island.  Other subjects from the program prior, were useful in creating necessary public outrage via terror attacks on schools and public gathering areas, reinforcing the public need to endure enhanced security measures necessary to bring the country into line.

Orders: if encountered and confirmed, agents are instructed to engage with lethal force immediately, and recover the body for analysis by National Security Directorate 12.  Reports are to be sent directly to Directorate 12 by courier or delivered in person, no paper trails people!

-Gordon P. Hotchkiss,
Deputy Director, Department of Homeland Security.

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« Reply #70 on: 14 September 2020, 00:05:44 »
Denny Way, Seattle...

Petra got in the car.  "Don't floor it, Judah." she told him.

"Not planning to. did you get it?"

"I got it." she said, holding up the iPhone.  "Full recording of their meeting, pictures of their officers, and maybe a picture of whoever it was that roughed up one of their units down in Grays Harbor County."

Judah put the car in gear, and pulled away from the curb, driving normally along routes 'approved' by the Clan occupiers, he stopped at a checkpoint an rolled his window down.

"Travel papers?" the man looked bored.  well, Phoebe's forgeries got us in... Judah took the papers out, and handed them to the huge woman in a Clan infantry uniform, while visibly looking nervous at the four battlesuits backing that woman up.

the woman checked the papers against a display list, then "Identification?"

He took out his driver's license...well, the one Phoebe made for him.

"Ah, good....good..." the Clanner soldier handed it back to him, "Drive carefully, the interstate north of Everett is still being repaired."

"Thank you ma'am." he said, and drove forward after being waved through, down the ramp, onto I-5.

"Phoebe's forgeries worked.  she's going to be insufferable." Judah remarked.

"We still going through with the  plan?" Petra asked.

"if that recording's got legs? hell yeah." Judah said, swerving around a truck before its malfunctioning taillights could become part of the car's front end.  "maybe someone outside the occupation zone can come up with something, if not, well..."

"They know about your alter ego." Petra said.

"Isn't fame nice?" He scowled, "did you get the other list?"

"The collaborators?" she asked.

"yeah."

"Got it too, and had time to use their scanners to slip Phoebe's worm into their systems. we'll have real time interception of their commo.  how's your juice level?"

"Juice level's fine, but I haven't healed from the last use." Judah told her, "I've been prepping a few things in case though."

"Good to know."
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« Reply #71 on: 14 September 2020, 12:15:08 »
Well...three checkpoints, no waiting, Clan Wolf will look at your papers and your ID and point guns at your friends.

Decision Time.

I wave the boys over to the side of the highway about 1000 yards from a checkpoint manned by one of Clan Wolf's walking tanks (I refuse to call the damn things 'battle-mechs', the name is stupid and sounds like it belongs on a sunday morning cartoon-style toy ad.)

Said walking tank has infantry support and two Seattle PD cruisers.

"Paul, what's their procedure?" I ask, "Can we give them a sob story and slip by?"

"If you lack identification documents they will certainly insist on detention and processing." Paul told me, "It has been less than thirty days, with identification documents, you could probably persuade them you have been away from any administrative center and are coming in to register and request travel papers to return to you home..." He sighed, "Ernest could get away with it-he has a 'driver's license', you can not, and I would be obligated to tell them the truth."

well, that's shitty.  "I need to teach you to lie." I tell him, "remind me to do that later."

I hate Seattle driving.  Hate it.  traffic sucks all the time, half the time lanes are shut down, there's always an accident or people slowing down to look at an accident, or a pull-over.

Need to get across, around, or through.  "Four-Oh Five's going to have checkpoints too..."

It's good procedure.  They're not great, but so far, I haven't seen anything blatantly incompetent with these guys.

Lightbulb.

"Ernie, go straight through, your family's got a place in Bellevue, right?" I ask the kid.

"uh..yeah."

"Okay, tell them you were out of town with friends, and had to find a way back, the bike is borrowed, and you just wanna go home and get a shower.  I'll meet you at the Dennys on 190th in Lynnwood.  Paul, you guys do any cross-training with vehicles?"

"af-I mean, Yes." Paul says.

"You're riding with me, stick one car-length back and keep up my pace.  Your cockpit looked like it was ripped from an overcomplex fighter, you gotta have good reflexes, so we're going to re-enact scenes from famous biker movies of the eighties..and maybe The Fast and the Furious."

"I...do NOT think I can accomplish that!"

"Aw, Come on! you're a big, bad trueborn related to the big bad man himself!" I tell him, "Tighten your chin-strap, tighten your jock-strap, we're going for a RIDE!!"

We start on the shoulder of the road,  I know about where we're going, so I rapp out the revs, down-shift, and launch.

well, I didn't like that mirror anyway, it makes me look fat.

Or that one.

who needs turn signals? I don't.

the bikes aren't Harleys, these have actual ground clearance, and big wheels.  sorry little japanese wind-up car, you didn't really need that paint, or that door handle, or that rear-view mirror, did you? oops, sorry pickup...those mirrors are cheap though...

The police cruisers are on the side of the road, and the 'barrier' is a guy in a brown uniform.  He does the wise thing, and jumps to the side with a shout.  I don't bother looking at the speedo.  I dated a guy when we were stateside who raced bikes on the weekends.  Nice guy, Tank Battalion, crazy ******.  I know what passing ninety miles an hour feels like.

I'm weaving at 110 when the first missed shot smashes a jersey barrier, and the mouth of the HOV tunnel looms ahead.  It's the clearest I've ever seen it.

the bike's japanese engine is making this formula one sound, and I glance, just a glance, down.

needle's buried at 140.

Walking Tank can't follow me into the HOV lane and apparently, the traffic is flowing north at this hour.

It will suck if they have something parked at the exit on the other side of the bridge-tunnel.

Oh well, Paul won't have to worry if they do-I'll break it with my face.

I don't remember the lines from Mad Max, but they'd be appropriate.  I do remember the words to WASP's driving-in-the backroads classic, "Harder, Faster"

While I like the helmet, it'll only get in the way if I do have to hit something with my face.  I lift the mouthguard up, and hang it on the saddle-hook of the bike at 110 miles an hour.

in my mind, the guitar parts start...

the music's simple, eighties four-chord rhythm, with distortion.

"I don't care if you track me down
Like an animal that's on the run
Tie me down spread-eagle
Leave me dyin' in the sun
Cause I scream bloody murder
When you writhe and when you squeeze
You smell my blood and you come runnin'
Taste me if you please..."


One of their walking tanks lands right as I'm coming out of the lower tunnel of the bridge, and I swerve between his legs, throwing an indian good-luck sign at the ****** as I shoot between his legs at 130 miles an hour in sixth gear.  "****** YOU PIG!!!"

the song  in my head keeps going, and I pick up the lyrics as I swerve back onto the main artery of interstate 5.

"Oooh, Harder faster
Yeah, that's what I need cause
Now that's what I'm after
Come do that wicked deed aha!!"


I clear the lowering barriers that reverse traffic normally with the speedo needle buried again...and that's about when the fighter plane passes overhead.  Traffic enforced by jet fighter? nice.

I hit the mountlake terrace exit before he's gotten turned around for a gun run, and down under the overpass...to wait for Paul to catch up.  If he followed instructions, he should be by right about...now.

His skid is epic, he manages NOT to dump his bike taking the turn or coming to a stop.

"YOu...YOu are INSANE!!"

"We can take backroads from here." I tell him.  "I think they're going to be talking about this in barracks for the next decade."

I reach back, and to my surprise, the helmet's still on it's hook.  "come on, buck up trooper, we need to find a gas station with an open bathroom."

"for what?" He asks me, disbelieving.

"So I can clean out my pants while you fuel up the bikes."



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« Reply #72 on: 14 September 2020, 12:35:50 »
Katya Kerensky studied the video feed from four different sources, including sensor returns, the gun-cameras of two battlemechs, the suit cams of two elemental points, and the overflight imagery from a Sabutai aerospace fighter.

and then the imagery from the traffic cameras.

"That..." she said, "that looks like so much fun!"

"Fun, Ovkhan?"

"Fun.  pleasure and excitement...did we get a good image on the lead rider's face?"

"Aff."

one of the playbacks was replaced by a holographic reconstruction.

"Hello, Lisa, we haven't met." Katya said, "But I know something that can change your mind."  she looked over at the evidence container holding the woman's prescriptions.  "Something you would probably like to know.  Where are they?"

"Orbital surveillance has tracked them onto  one of the urban arteries, Highway 99, moving at the speed of normal traffic and north-bound."

"maintain overwatch, I want to know where this very dangerous superhuman is going...but...oh, that ride looked like fun."
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Prior to the  release of 'Crusader Clans", one of the notes they played with Clan Wolf, was using intelligence assets intelligently.

Katya called off the open pursuit, because they have a ship with sensors in orbit.

including photoimagery gear that can count your balding follicles in multiple spectra including EM ranges you can't see.

The trick with really good surveillance, is knowing where to point it. Lisa's motorcycle stunt course gave the Clanners that, and Katya (and her officers) aren't stupid-they're going to use it.
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« Reply #74 on: 14 September 2020, 13:50:28 »
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a run-down two story house on the Tulalip Reservation, just outside Marysville, Washington.

The information Petra gathered at the meeting was pretty neat.  Phoebe didn't bother going to bed a she painstakingly examined everything her friends had grabbed.  This is something that bothers Moira, and so the woman who took over as Phoebe's caretaker was in the garage-lab, with milk and a plate stacked with Jiffy Peanut-butter sandwiches made from saltines, sliced apples, some Oreos, and liter glass  of milk.

Moira Slohcin is thirty five years old, she has a business degree from UC Irvine, a Master's degree in business administration, and the best job she could manage to get after her divorce, was night shift at the 7-11 on 88th street, her shift beginning right after her shift at the Island Crossing Denny's, just off the freeway in Arlington.

it wasn't always this way, but the kind of places that hire MBA's from prestigious colleges don't hire convicted federal felons whose crimes do NOT include insider trading on Wall-Street.  Moira was lucky enough to get a sympathetic parole board after only five years in medium security prison.

"Phoebe?"

The girl she's addressing is not her daughter-at least, not legally, not biologically, her daughter.  Thirteen Year old Phoebe Keene's face is sometimes on milk cartons after her self-release from a State run 'Youth Facility' four years ago.  There is almost no resemblance between the two, nobody would mistake the slim, freckled redheaded tween for the daughter of a tall, slavic woman whose parents escaped from poland through East Germany in 1965.

"Phoebe!" Moira barked.

the girl turned around, "Hi Moira. I'm kinda busy with...stuff."

"You can work on your project after you have eaten young lady!" Moira's tone, and Phoebe's reaction, however, indicate their relative positions in the household...after only two years.   "It's not much, but I haven't been able to get to the Costco."

"thank you Moira." Phoebe's tone is not mocking, it is respectful, which would be astonishing to the teachers at her last school, where she was the rudest and most difficult student in class, with a string of failed foster parent arrangements.

"What are you working on, anyway?" Moira asked

"I'm working on an update to the Tinsmith armor, to deal with the invaders' directed energy weapons, I've got a couple of designs for gadgets for Judah to try out, and I'm working on an algorithm so we can put together fake ID with real state numbers for Petra." Phoebe said, "Oh...and my computer's crunching the algorithms on the Clan encryption laid over those files and looking for any report-viral code that might tell them where we are if I connect it to the Internet."

"and in all of this, did you go to bed, I know you didn't eat dinner last night?" Moira's tone was stern.  "I got home from work and your plate was still in the fridge."

"Uhm...sorry?"

"eat your lunch, Phoebe, and set your clock, I want you at the table tonight for dinner.  If I don't have you, I'll send Petra out to fetch you."

"Yes'm."

In a strict, objective sense, Phoebe is powerful, and Moira is not-at least, if one were to deconstruct them down to statistics sheets.

Phoebe is a mechanical savant with a touch of what the Superhuman Department calls 'Technopathy'-the ability to instinctually operate and maintain complex mechanical and technical systems, to even anticipate them and influence their function indirectly.  IF the Department were to get ahold of her, she would be a Class B Mental Talent...in spite of a crushing case of dyslexia that renders her reading ability on fixed pages at about second grade level.

Moira, is a bone-stock human being, one with no Superhuman potential whatsoever, who works two (sometimes three) minimum wage part time jobs and has to rent a house that, off the reservation, would have been condemned as uninhabitable while driving a worn out, aging, rust-eaten Chevrolet Chevette, who has a criminal record that has effectively limited her ability to exercise her civil rights, and requires her to report to a Parole officer in person twice a week.

Her parole officer has no idea that Moira has people living with her, and really could care less as long as she's not violating her parole in some way that they have to take action.

thanks to Petra and Judah, the house is only falling apart on the outside.  Inside, with Phoebe's assistance, the wiring is beyond up to code, the plumbing works, as does the heating and air-conditioning.  If the Owners knew how upgraded the place was, they'd raise the rent.

The Tribe does know about Petra and Judah, and they know about Phoebe-as boarders subletting part of the house to make that rent, which has risen sporadically with the housing market.

the Real Estate crash is unlikely to reduce the rent Moira has to pay.  It's a good thing Phoebe, Petra, and Judah spend several evenings a week going after the Meth Dealers in Eastern Snohomish County, Skinheads in Granite Falls, and various gangs in various cities, hitting them, breaking their stuff, killing their members, and taking their money.

THAT money covers expenses like health insurance, food, and repairs.

Moira manages and launders said money for the kids, giving them effectively an off-the-books income suitable to support their lifestyles as superpowered vigilantes.

Being subjected to malicious prosecution after reporting her husband for a string of crimes including violations of the various firearms acts and dealing in stolen goods, while said ex-husband spent 8 months in minimum security before being released?

one of the first favors the kids did for Moira, was making sure the son of a bitch paid for that.

She's their Alfred, their office manager and support staff, and they're her heroes, regardless of what the law says.

Biology and laws be damned, the kids are her kids. "and I expect you in bed by ten tonight, Phoebe.  TEN."

"Yes ma'am."
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« Reply #76 on: 15 September 2020, 15:38:18 »
Interlude, "Pack's Den" geostationary orbit over Puget Sound...

"...Fillip, the former Sports celebrity with flight and super-speed has been adapting well and shows significant progress toward accepting his status as abtakha, Star Colonel."

"What about the other two?"

"Louise Andersen's attempts at escape and resistance are proving to be an excellent source of instruction for the handling of similar prisoners.  Our most effective method for containing her currently, is to use metallic-foil pressure tents and full disclosure of both where she is, and what the conditions are like outside, but psychosocially, she will never be a fit for the Clan Way-she suffers from oppositional personality disorder and a distrust of authority figures that is nearly pathological."

"Has Linus Monroe been a similar problem?" Katya asked.

"Linus...nearly escaped this morning.  If not for the fact that our encryption and systems were too advanced for him to overcome, he might have been able to steal the supply shuttle.  He is...a challenge.  He is resourceful, determined, intelligent, and cordial to his guards, while refusing to cooperate with indoctrination."

"So, we have three in custody, one is violently opposed to cooperation to the point of near-suicidal stupidity, one is 'cordial' while being just as violently opposed, and one is well on his way to embracing the Way of the Clans wholly and completely, quiaff?"

"Aff."

Other matters were handled with the Star Commander whose Solahma trinary were currently holding the Clan base  on Luna, before the connection closed.

she sighed.  well, we will have one soon.  If only we had scientist-caste with iron wombs...

Katya believed in Eugenic Destiny.  the unspoken thread of it was all through the historical material she had consumed from the King County Library...except that evry publication insisted there was no evidence of a genetic link to indicate powers, or even who might manifest them.

They must be hiding it.

She stood in the Command center, and walked back to her quarters.  On the shelf, was a book taken from one of the Library's back rooms, a book that looked vitally important.

"A Guide to the Actualization of your Higher Self and the manifesting of your Greater Power!"  it was more of a pamphlet, and it was decades old, decades out of print, stored in a back room with thousands of such strange publications, waiting to be scanned and digitized at the Library Annex on Denny Way, but the author of the book showed up in historical research as well.

Dubbed a 'Cult Leader' and described as 'Dangerously criminal' in the later stages before the ending of their commune in central Oregon.  The superhuman who called herself "Morgause the Ancient", officially brought down by the United States Government in 1983, had led a 'self help' cult that promised to, through teachings and other processes, give superpowers to regular humans.

The text was...interesting, at least, fascinating in its mix of superstition, pseudoscience, cheap psychological manipulation and self-aggrandizement...and Katya would have dismissed the materials as a crank, except that Morgause led a force of nearly twenty superhuman followers and it took the United States Government's superhero team, along with a veritable army of militarized police, to put a stop to the group, and a check of now-available databases said at least six remained unfound, with one remaining unidentified, more than twenty years later.

The Knights of The Table had entries in the newspapers prior to the raid, going back to the mid 1970s, where they acted as Heroes and positioned themselves as an alternative direction for powered individuals to go, rather than joining the military.  It was incidents by this group that motivated some of the heavier restrictions on powered individuals.

"if it wasn't effective...would the government have shut it down?" Katya wondered, "if it were dangerous? certainly." she answered herself.

BUT success=success, and learning how to master a success without the drawbacks...

"I need more scientists." she muttered.
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« Reply #77 on: 15 September 2020, 15:45:38 »
Well, dear Clanners, you'll be surprised to realise that without Author fiat stating otherwise, not many will embrace your society and ways. Do the words "Resistance" ring any bell? Better give up before cultural contamination wrecks you from within, too. There aren't enough nutcases on Earth to fall for your crazyness.

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« Reply #78 on: 15 September 2020, 17:18:58 »
Well, dear Clanners, you'll be surprised to realise that without Author fiat stating otherwise, not many will embrace your society and ways. Do the words "Resistance" ring any bell? Better give up before cultural contamination wrecks you from within, too. There aren't enough nutcases on Earth to fall for your crazyness.

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« Reply #79 on: 15 September 2020, 17:24:40 »
There aren't many right-wing people who will gladly join foreign invaders. And all the leftists will oppose an inhumane regime like the clans. Just getting the one delusional caricature of a collaborator governor means the clans tapped out their luck. No, anything other than some bloody Resistance would be handing out more plot protection and author fiats than the story can survive.

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« Reply #80 on: 16 September 2020, 00:00:47 »
More of those Clanner flags out, in Everett itself. We detoured up Airport road, to have a peek at Payne Field.

Back in the 1950s, Payne Field was Payne AFB, and they flew F-102s out of it.  By the sixties, the air-force-base had been sold off to the State, and the state leased most of the north end to Boeing.

They make jumbo-jets here.

made.

definitely past-tense on that one.

the General Aviation side of the airport is shut down,  and they've added a couple more of those egg-shaped landers to the landscape, towering over everything including the control towers.

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« Reply #81 on: 16 September 2020, 09:53:56 »
Occupation tactics.   Really, these guys must have been doing this a lot-taking and holding key infrastructure to conquer a place, then taking the slow road to adapting the population.

Why? because aside from a few checkpoints at choke-points, they're leaving things alone and letting business return to normal.  MY gut tells me, that unlike the UN peacekeeping mission in Damascus or Baghdad, they're not just grabbing local leaders and flipping them, they're listening to the local leaders they flipped.

Denny's on Pacific Avenue is open at 3 AM.  "What can I get ya?"  the waitress is my age, but she never served.  You can tell. 

"Um, Grand Slam with Scrambled eggs, and can you put cheddar on the eggs?" 

She writes my order down, and looks at Ernie, who orders something similar for himself, and then at Paul who says, "What she is having."

I look around.  a lot of Everett Police uniforms, a few fire department...a couple of paramedics, and in the corner, five elementals, two female, three male, in mesh underwear.  Their suits are probably parked nearby.

Stopping for breakfast might not have been the smartest idea I've had.  using the bar side of the place might be the second dumbest, Ernie isn't 21 yet, and My I.D. says I not only  am not qualified to drive a motorcycle, I'm not qualified to drive at all.

but where else can you get a Heineken with your Lumberjack Slam breakfast?  by the time the food's up, I've bought six more at two bucks apiece, we saved a bundle by stealing gas from abandoned service stations on the way up.

If I want a buzz, I need something stronger, but hey, I'm driving, so getting a buzz is out of the question.

pointedly, our waitress did not ask for I.D. when she took my order.

the bar television is on, and it's running 'news'.  well, propaganda.  It's about as obviously propoganda as AFN.  In this case, they're running a story about 'cooperation efforts' with the state government, and 'medical advances' being contributed to local hospitals.

I almost feel like I understand the ragheads a little better-the invaders come in, kick the everloving crap out of our best, set up a puppet government and start running the whole scam-hospitals and schools, hearts-and-minds.

with just a few hints of what happens if resistance gets too capable as a reminder not to make too much trouble-to wit, one of the 'featured stories' showed work teams of former Fort Lewis soldiers helping the invaders clean up what's left of the armored division after it was pretty much eradicated, and another story talking about 'reclamation efforts'-pulling the halves of the USS Abraham Lincoln out of the mud at the Everett naval base.

Rubbing our collective noses in just how badly we were outclassed and outgunned.

No wonder the arabs hated us.

My breakfast arrives with my sixth beer, a refill for Ernie's coffee and Paul's coke.

"Where to from here, oh leader?" Ernie asks me.

"North." I say, "They're operating from Marysville to Burlington, or they were.  I have no ideas past 'go roughly where they hang' and hope I can figure something out from there."

I'm tired of the propaganda broadcast on the television, so I get up and walk to the jukebox.  It's an old one, still has CDs in it.

I drop a couple fives in.  Then start letting my fingers do the walking at 25 cents a song, some Billy Idol, some David Allen Coe, several selections from Motorhead's 'best of' compilation, a couple of Danzig songs, Goo Goo Dolls and I cap it with some Iron Maiden.

then sit down and watch the people while my partners finish their eating.

the five Clanners in the corner get a lot more animated as the music plays, arguing and speaking with each other.

"I'm grabbing a smoke before we leave." I tell the guys, and head out the door.  It's been illegal to smoke in a bar since 2001 in Washington State.

but then, bars close (or used to, anyway) at 2 AM, and this one's open at three.

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« Reply #82 on: 16 September 2020, 11:22:25 »
The old pay-phone outside the Dennys is ringing.  it started when i wandered toward it, and stopped when I backed away.

then it started again.

Creeepy.

I edge closer, after all, that's where we parked the motorcycles.

It rings...and rings... and I answer it.

"You're being watched by satellite."  the voice sounds just like James Earl Jones.  In the years when mom was between prison sentences she must've made me watch the Star Wars trilogy a million times.  I know what Darth Vader sounds like.

the chance that James Earl Jones is phoning me is a non-chance.  It ain't happening...

"I'm being watched by satellite?"

"technically a ship in orbit would be a temporary satellite, you've been under observation since you entered Mountlake Terrace.  they are not chasing you, because they know where you are. Their attention will be distracted for five minutes in fifteen, get your people together and walk to the Everett avenue overpass, and wait, someone will be by to collect you."

"Who is this?"

"a friend and a fellow patriot, Four minutes, thirty seconds. go collect your people."

click.

Okay, four minutes until it's distracted, and fifteen minute window.  I can do this...
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« Reply #83 on: 16 September 2020, 11:34:48 »
Mount Pilchuck, near the peak.

Phoebe finished her adjustments.  The device took up most of the back of a U-haul getting close, and she'd had to use the suit to carry the parts the rest of the way.

She checked her commo to Judah.  "We're set up, I've made the call.  are you in position?"

"Just pulling out of the Les Schwab now, are you sure they'll show up?"

"Plan B if they don't?" Phoebe suggested.

"Petra wants to know if this thing you've built is really gonna work."

Phoebe frowned, "It should.  at the least, they'll have to investigate, I think...I'm getting clear now."

she stood up, and closed her armored suit, before beginning her descent.  "If they're using what it looks like they're using with those antennas and emitters, they're going to need to deal with it, that's going to keep them distracted until they've nailed the point of emission."

above her, the device powered up, and then, emitted a pulse of directed energy at a target point high in the sky.

The extenders took the shock of landing at the bottom of the cliff, sending a surge into the suit's capacitors, which then routed to the actuators, letting her pick up more speed on the leg-extensions.  effectively, the Tinsmith suit's design translated kinetic impacts and energy back into itself as electrical current-like one of those 'slap and shake' flashlights, but on a grander scale.  The more it moves, the more power it has to move.  Not quite perpetual motion, but with a major surge like dropping 100 feet to a logging road feet-first, or being shot, or hit by something, everything fed the suit's power needs-which is good, because without external input the battery life was less than eighteen hours at the level of operation she had to run it on tonight.

If the Clanners had been looking, they would have noticed an object moving through the national forest, off the roads, at sixty eight miles an hour.

but they weren't looking...yet.

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« Reply #84 on: 16 September 2020, 12:01:14 »
[Childfind addendum: Keene, Phoebe...2008]

Race: W
Gender: F
Date of Birth: July 20, 1997
Missing from: Pierce County Juvenile facility "Kinderhaven" (See: Kinderhaven Scandal, 2004)
Known Relatives: Amanda Keene, Mother (Deceased, august 23, 2003, cause of death heroin overdose)

Child suffers from attention deficit disorder and other signs of fetal alcohol syndrome, diagnosed dyslexic by Pierce County Public Schools.

Date of Disappearance: October 9, 2004
Place of disappearance: child may have wandered off during a series of accidents at the Kinderhaven facility, including the deaths of four adults in bizarre mechanical mishaps, and the apparent suicide by carbon monoxide poisoning of the site's director.

Investigating officers found evidence linking all five senior staff to a child abuse ring with connections overseas.  nearly 200 gigabytes of child pornography were e-mailed from the site to every Washington State and Pierce County governmental office on the same night.  3 staff members were found severely injured by mechanical mishaps involving facility equipment, and sufficient evidence for trial and conviction were found at the same time.  Kinderhaven was shut down, however one child housed there was noted as missing.

State officials suspect Phoebe has been lost to human traffickers, and parallel bulletins have been sent to Interpol and friendly governments detailing her last known appearance and whereabouts.

below is a digital reconstruction of what Phoebe Keene would look like at age thirteen.  If you suspect you have seen this missing child, contact Washington State Department of Health and Human Services on the Lost Children tipline, and report the sighting to local law enforcement.  Do not risk approaching her directly...

Stat Sheet:

Phoebe is a Class B Technopathic adept, with Mechanical Aptitudes in the A category.  Physically she is 'undersized' with slight deformations to her skeleton due to birth defects, and some social issues due to mild autism.

The current "tinsmith" armor is comprised of technology Phoebe worked out on her own, and has several core features:

1. leg extenders:  These are a retractible mechanical leverage extension, when extended, the suit walks with a digitigrade stride and is capable of running up to 70 Miles Per Hour in open terrain, jumping 40 feet, and landing without damage.

2. Kinetic Energy Sinks: the armor is layered with piezoelectric layers that translate shock, heat, and incoming radiofrequency energy into electrical power.  while inefficient by theoretical standards, it exceeds the efficiency of 21st century technology.

3. magnetic shielding: internal shielding layers protect the wearer from the electromagnetic radiation caused by the impact absorption and other energies used in the armor.  additionally, it generates a  scaling magnetic shielding effect passively, similar to that used by the earth's core, making  shots and detection difficult when the suit is powered up.

4. Strength enhancement: this should be obvious.  The armor weighs nearly three tons dry, and has a ground pressure of 12 pounds/square inch with leg extenders in play, or 5 pounds/square inch standing 'low'.

5. weapons: in addition to strength enhancements, the suit employs a number of modular weapons including a 9mm rotary gatling gun, a single rocket rocket launcher, and an electrical discharge or 'taser' system with multiple shots.  Strength enhancement increases with duration in combat, but recordings from the last public sighting of the Tinsmith suit showed the ability to tear the engine block out of a Kenworth diesel truck and throw it 60 yards with sufficient force to disable another vehicle.

It is believed by Dept. of Superhuman affairs that the armor has a stealth mode of some sort, as capture has proven elusive.

The Tinsmith Class: B superhuman vigilante with warrants:

The Tinsmith is wanted in the killings of 22 members of various criminal gangs operating between Burlington and Everett, including members of groups as diverse as the Pan Aryan Brotherhood, MS-13, Lubenko Cartel, Scorpion Tong, and Yakuza cells, and is suspected in the death by immolation of 4 known members of La Cosa Nostra that were under FBI protection.

It is unknown how tinsmith chooses his(?) targets, but the method of operation is known: extreme violence applied suddenly and without hesitation.  There are no known innocents caught in these attacks, and Homeland Security/FBI theorizes that the Tinsmith is possibly an experienced law enforcement officer that has 'gone punisher', though the possibility of a mole in one or more federal agencies has been suggested, as each target was a group that was under long-term federal investigation.

Tinsmith's most recent activity prior to the Wolf Clan Invasion was at the Port of Everett, where he(?) was involved in the murder/annihilation of a human trafficking ring and the release from captivity of 132 undocumented immigrants from the hold of a cargo ship at the port.  The trafficking ring in question was importing human females for the sex trade, from China and Korea, and was associated with the Scorpion Tong, a group known to also traffic in victims for 'one use performance art'. 

this attack was supported by the superhuman vigilante known as "mister wizard" as well as an unidentified accomplice who managed to evade surveillance cameras...


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« Reply #85 on: 16 September 2020, 12:35:56 »
"...must have been a prank, Lisa, there's nobody-" Ernie was saying, I interrupted his breakfast, after all.

Paul was more restrained.

Either way, the car that pulled up to us under the overpass was not exactly low profile.  "Hey, You're Lisa?" the kid leaning out the window of a 1967 Pontiac Catalina looks about Ernie's age, kid's girl friend looks about the same.

"That's me." I step forward.

"Get in, all three of you, they're not going to be distracted for long." the driver says.

"A...yeah...who are you?"

"Friends." he tells me, "Come on, the seats are nicer inside."

The girlfriend gets out and folds the passenger half of the bench seat down.  "alrigth, let's try this..."  I usher Ernie in, then Paul, then, the girlfriend gets in, "You've got shotgun, Miss." she tells me.

There's something I can't place about her face...

so I sit down, close the door, and the driver puts it in gear.

"this your dad's ride?" I ask.

"nope, it's mine." he tells me.

"Where are we going?"

"Tulalip reservation." he tells me,  "I figured you'd be looking for our team to hook up after you had to leave Aberdeen."

"you're the Tinsmith?" I ask.

"Nope.  My girl in the back is Countermeasure, and I use the online handle 'Mister_Wizard42", so the Feds have nicknamed me 'Mister Wizard'.  Tinsmith's gonna meet us at the house.  it's weird, I know your real life ident, but not your handle."

"I don't have one."

he laughs, "WOW!! no handle, no costume I'm guessing. you were a normie before they hit?"

"Oh, something like that." I tell him.

"Wild..." the car whips onto I-5 and he shifts until we're gliding along at sixty.  "That is ****** wild.  I'm guessing you were just 'getting by' without using your powers then."

"Pretty much..." I look the car over.  No weird panels, no strange lights or indication of anything except a dashboard cd player.  "So how big is this team of yours?" I ask him.

"Three of us plus one Normie." he says, "she takes care of the mundane details that let us engage in all this splendor and glamor."

"You're being awfully open."

"Well, here's my thinking: either you're a fresh-popped super with god's own fist for invulnerability, in which case, given that Uncle Sam doesn't want you anywhere near responsibility means  you're not the kind to pass the psych eval and you'll end up in Yucca Mountain if you're caught, or you're a Fed on a long term p lant and we're screwed anyway, or you're a fed who's doing down-low recruitment and maybe Petra and I can leverage that into going legit as registered heroes...which would be nice, since it means not having to hold down a day job."

"what's yours?" I ask him.

"I fix tires at Les Schwab in Marysville during the day, and beat up drug-dealers, child abusers and scumbags by night." He grins.  "Sometimes has to go more than a beating, and that's more Tinny's bag than mine.  It's cold out here in the cold, yanno."

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« Reply #87 on: 16 September 2020, 21:16:40 »
Interesting. I'm wondering how bad the Marine Security Company at Bangor got eaten up here.

And how the Wolves would react to Mk4 and Mk5 reentry bodies.

Assuming there are SSBN's there.
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« Reply #88 on: 17 September 2020, 00:06:25 »
Mt. Pilchuk..

The device had been left on automatic, and it was a freakish combination of primitive brilliance.  "Explain to me what I am looking at."  Star Captain John Ward commanded.

"Well, this is the 'jammer' that blinded the Pack Den's sensors for twenty minutes early this morning.  The work is brilliant, especially when one considers the crudity of the materials and parts used, it is almost..." the senior Tech paused, looking misty eyed, "Almost art.  If the creator were ours, and had access to proper tools and materials, this emplacement could have destroyed the warship in orbit-or at least done permanent damage.  as it sits, it blinded the sensors and scrambled some of the primary systems for twenty minutes before running out of power."

"Can you build a defense against such an attack if it happens again?"

"Easily, Ovkhan, but that is not my point-my point is, this was fabricated from local materials, by local hands.  There is a technological genius loose, and probably worth the effort to acquire..."

"Or neutralize." John said sourly, "I think you forget we are still facing hostilities.  While the American President is clearly stalling for time in his negotiations, they will attempt to throw us back eventually."

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« Reply #89 on: 17 September 2020, 11:47:49 »
Tulalip reservation...

'the Tinsmith' turned out to be a thirteen year old girl.  I guess I should've guessed at a kid since she was using spliced recordings of Samuel L. Jackson and James Earl Jones for her vocal distortion rig, it should have been obvious.

"So...we guessed you'd be coming here, but that was a guess." The boy, Judah, leads off while making pancake batter in the kitchen.

"A good guess." Phoebe, aka 'Tinsmith' speaks up.  The girl's got a little bit of a limp and she's definitely had some growth problems.

"I have a motive...but it might be trashed now." I admit.

"Ohh, a motive!" Petra says.  "Go on!"

"Baba Yaga called me direct, gave me ten days to deal with this incursion or 'she would'."  I use finger quotes, "I think we can all agree that having Baba Yaga 'deal with' anything is too many dead people to tolerate."

"DUDE!! she's like, My Favorite!!" Phoebe enthuses, "I've seen all her pre-eruption interviews online!!" the girl pauses, "I mean, when she was still a physicist.  Moira used to read her books to me!"

"Who's 'Moira'?"  Ernie asks.

"House owner, also our landlord." Judah says, "She's working tonight up at Island crossing Denny's."

Phoebe clears her throat, "NO, she's at the 7-11 tonight, her shifts got changed!  What do you need, a team-up?"

"I...we need a mastermind."  I say, "Unfortunately..."

"Oh...yeah, I'm not the mastermind." Phoebe says, "Judah handles tactics and strategy.  He got trained by Doc Webb."

"Phoebe!" Judah snaps, "That's private! remember what Moira says about sharing other people's stuff!"

"Wait...Doc Webb? you mean Team Buffalo's healer?  bio-manipulation Doc Webb? one of the originals?"

"Yeah, that Doc Webb, only he was Sherriff Webb until two years ago, down in The Dalles." Judah confesses, "you know even super-people get too old to play, right?"

"You...weren't much older than Phoebe?" I'm a little freaked out.

"Younger.  My parents found out I had powers and they...well, you know the old joke about mom and dad going out for a pack of smokes and not coming back?"  Judah asks, "that's my parents, I actually tried to get in contact before me and Petra moved up here, but my aunt basically called me the spawn of satan and wouldn't give me an address...so you need a planner to figure out two things."  He checked the big cast-iron frying pan and added some butter with a sizzle.

"Two things?" I ask.

"first, what Baba Yaga really wants you to do, connected to that is why she picked you to do it, that's thing one.  Thing two, is figuring out how to do it." Judah poured a ladle of batter onto the surface.

"What she really wants?" I'm skeptical.

"Sure.  Look, she dropped a half mile thick glacier on North Korea for one missile test, and sent the Clanners packing-we know that, because they hit Russia first, but they're not trying to set up shop in Eastern Europe or central Asia.  she can swat them from where she is no-problems and it probably won't mess up anyone's hair...but she wants an American to do it, and she knows which American she wants to do it."

"Judah..." Petra's tone is worried.

"Relax hon." He says, "this isn't me using my powers to access the Akashic Record, this is me using logic and evidence with my ordinary, mortal mind.  we won't need blood bags or sutures for this...at least not right away."

"blood bags?" Paul asks from the table, where he's discovering the power of artificial flavorings in coffee.  "Sutures?"

"Judah's actual superhuman powers come with a price." Petra states, "He doesn't have to pay it, but he's got this strong moral refusal to use sacrifices, so he eats the side-effects and then has to spend time recovering."

"it's more complicated than that...but that's the gist." Judah admits, "So...you need to figure out what the craziest, most powerful and unbalanced demigod on the earthly plane wants from you, and then, how to get it for her without ****** up everything you care about."

"She's NOT crazy!!"

"Phoebe, the more powerful a superhuman is, the more divorced they are from reality." Judah recited, "powers screw with your head, or your body, or both, and the more powerful and exotic abilities do a bigger, badder job of doing that.  You remember how badly messed up I was after fighting that Herne construct?"

"I remember, we actually had to break you out of harborview hospital!" Phoebe said.

"Yeah.  It put me in intensive care-that was a construct sent by someone pretty damn powerful, but it wasn't 'planetary invasion by an army from the future' powerful.  nonetheless, the people who set that Herne on me are probably just a couple steps shy of declaring themselves to be napoleon and drooling in a corner...now, BABA YAGA has continent-spanning powers that can manifest an ice-age sheet on a zone, and keep it inside the legal borders, that ice sheet on north korea ends like a razor blade at the 38th parallel, right down the middle of the old DMZ.  How crazy powerful do you think someone would be, to be that big, loud, and precise?"

"If she's crazy we can't logic this one." I comment.

"Wrong, see, 'crazy is by degrees', if you understand someone's delusion, you realize they're actually sane-within the limits of that delusion." Judah noted, "For example, I'm bughouse nuts for thinking I can do magic-except that I can, and it's provable that I can, right down to the side effects.  what makes me crazy is that i know I can do it without side-effects, I just have to decide that killing a few innocents is worth the boost in power, but I refuse to do that.  By the logic of, say, some suited director at Homeland Security, I'm batshit insane for making the choice to suffer wounds and illnesses and accepting limits on my power, instead of going all out to get as much as humanly possible the way Lifemistress does."

"How nasty are the side-effects?" Paul's interested, this may be a bad sign.

"Well, I can usually do small stuff without more than a few aches and pains." Judah says, "It's easier if I prepare rituals in advance, do the preparatory work, minor glammers like the one that makes my car not worth noticing and fuzzy to remember.  The more time I spend prepping a ritual, the easier time I have healing, but if I have to call in a major effect, in a hurry? well...Intensive Care time, weeks or months to recover if it's really big or pushes too hard on natural physics, or both.  I've found 'cheats' using chemistry, real-life physics, and mechanical workarounds, or using tactics instead of raw power, to solve my problems."

"Brains instead of Brawn, and my man has lots of brains." Petra added, "Though not enough to make me show up on a photograph."

"I'm still working on that one hon...but it's slow, they used atlantean ritual on your embryo when they made you, and second-hand ones at that, stupid Thule society asshats..."  He flipped the pancake, "like giving a six-year-old a gun."

"So...Lisa, how did you stomp the shit out of a bunch of these guys?" Phoebe redirects, "I saw it on television, they put The Seahawk down in about a minute, and it took fifteen for them to knock out Monroe."

"I don't get hurt." I tell her.

"what, like, combat reflexes or something?"

"NO, like if you hit me with a concrete barrier, it's the barrier that breaks, not me." I tell her.  "It's not just skin deep either.  Paul here can tell you, I punched my way through four suits of their armor and two of their walking tanks."

"Battlemechs!" Paul clarifies.

"Battlemechs.  he was in one of 'em, they have this weird idea that if captured, they're supposed to be offered a chance to switch sides."

"Only in certain situations!" Paul announces.

"right...in certain situations, apparently me beating up his unit almost single handedly qualifies, since Ernie is...with me, on my team, and took out one suit and three more of those 'battlemechs', Paul elected to join my army."

"Ernie? what can you do?"

"um...plasma blasts." Ernie said, "I've got enough skill not to let them out of...embarrasing places, but I can generate excited plasma at will...from my hands."

Judah sighs, "Potent." he says, "how did you hook up?"

"She stopped me from robbing a bank." Ernie told him, "then she saved my butt during the invasion."

"You were robbing a bank??"  Phoebe looks kind of...offended.

"Yeah, I was going to be a big, bad super-villain...you know, really stick it to my dad, the tight-laced corporate executive...only instead of being a super-villain, I kind of...I'm her sidekick, okay?  It's better this way.  I actually got the respect for fighting the invaders I thought I'd get  from being a Supervillain.  I'm not just 'Ernest the slightly dim and useless son of the head of Palmersoft'."

"Oh?" Phoebe doesn't look offended anymore, she walks up to him, "slightly dim? useless?"

"I tested low average in a home where my father is one of Mensa's shining greats and my mother got her doctorate before the age of seventeen." Ernie tells her, "I'm dumb, I know it...but how smart do I have to be, to fight invading aliens?"

"You were smart enough to hook up with Lisa." Phoebe tells him, "Smart enough to listen to her, and smart enough to know you needed to fight the invaders." she recites, "you're smart enough to keep your mouth shut when you need to, and you're smart enough to keep your eyes open.  You're smarter than you, or those people with their stupid tests think you are."

she kisses him on the cheek and he flinches.  This makes Phoebe giggle, and it's cute, gawd awful and adorable.

"I want to keep him!" Phoebe announces, "can we keep him, Judah?"

"better ask Lisa...or better still, Moira, and I think his parents might have something to say about that." Judah says judiciously.

"wait until you're both Older!" I imitate Aunt Cindy's tone with the kids back home...which makes me feel sad.  judah puts the first pancakes on a plate, and hands it to Phoebe, "Eat up, Moira says you've been skipping meals."

"Syrup?" Phoebe asks. 

"You know where it is."

then he looks at me.

"We need to figure out what Baba Yaga really wants from you." He tells me.

"Yeah."



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