Monster new

[07:01] <@Xale> roll 1d100+15
[07:01] <+qqbot> Xale rolled 1d100: 57 = [42] + 15
[07:01] <@Xale> roll 1d100-15
[07:01] <+qqbot> Xale rolled 1d100: 34 = [49] - 15
[07:01] <@Xale> roll 1d100-15
[07:01] <+qqbot> Xale rolled 1d100: 49 = [64] - 15


You settled back into a makeshift throne of flesh and wood, your power echoing with the soothing pain which you applied to the now integrated nervous system of your once parahuman, now permanent fixture, within the Yggdrasil as it began to use her power to push the limits of its growth movements beneath the concrete streets, scooping away sections of dirt and concrete now with a precision which could only be borne though the union of power and biology which you’d wrought. Her thoughts were frenzied firings, a strange synergy between her completely lost body and the new interface which you’d provided as the high end reactive nervous system connected with the grand system with a distinctive interface, leaving her feeling every motion which her greater-self made, while at the same time still missing the mentally raw stumps of her arms and legs, tortured by the absolute lack of freedom and the body which was not right for her on any level of her self-identity, leaving her moaning piteously through the few conduits for communication which you’d allowed.

You could listen to the sound of her misery all day.

But you didn’t have all day.

You frowned, eyes darting over to the workstation where Bakuda was fused into the infrastructure of the Ygdrasil, her mind laser focused upon the production of her bombs and other one shot disposable tinker devices. It was at the very least heartening to see that particular bitch working her pretty little fingers off for your cause. Though as much as you’d have liked to punish her more, you’d already decided that it would be best if her handling of fragile volatile items was not hampered in any way by mentally taxing distraction.

You would need what she was producing soon enough, you felt.

For now though, you had to complete that ‘mission’ for Coil. The fool though he could use you, he felt that he could make you do what he wanted? Fuck him. You’d do what he asked again here... but you weren’t going to let it be his gain. You were going to make yourself stronger, you were going to push and make yourself fucking Invincible.

You just needed the right capes to make this happen.

“Taylor, I can assume you’ve been working on things with the Empire… I need something to make a splash, and a profit.” You spoke wearily to your chief thrall, the queen administrator of your tiny little growing kingdom. “Give me a viable target, and let’s go fuck it up. Empire’s got a lot of strong capes, pick me out the best ones I can harvest right now in a single raid. And as much damage as I can do while making it look like Coil’s behind this or at least taking advantage of this.”

Your bug bitch paused for a moment, as if overlooking something, the streaming feed of her body in its wooden sarcophagus spoke to you of her mind abuzz with a dozen different schemes as she took in the totality of her coverage across the city and judged the merits of her plans vs the situation on the ground.

You were grateful that the Empire didn’t have anything with which they could prevent her from spying on them save to hold special meetings in clean rooms and applications powerful insecticides in every corner of their facilities. Not that you hadn’t taken care of that a few times already, introducing a combination of bacteria and fungus which would be able to metabolize the toxins and that Taylor could spread among her bugs rapidly whenever she needed actual infiltration points rather than just letting Rune report back to her.

You smiled to think of just how deeply compromised they’d become.

“I can arrange for a bomb or twenty at various points which are within easy striking distance of Coils territories, conventional ammunition stocks, and make it spectacular. It’ll be enough to cripple Empire operations along that line, and likely will result in Coil rushing in to take some of the key territories. On the other hand it’ll likely put the Empire more on their guard, more willing to quickly field their heavier units and have men sweeping buildings and attacking anyone they see as a stranger.” You could feel the thought processes churning as she paused and considered. “Victor and Othalla are currently traveling over to one of these points, they live nearby in their civilian personas, as a standard operations check.