Gun Bunny

Taylor looked at Ziz. She beamed at her "Fixed! Fly?" It was the afternoon of a slightly blustery day. The sun was out though. The Truple plus one were standing on the peir between the CSN Brockton Bay and USS Cassin Young looking out at a harbor, and beyond the harbor, a bay full of ships. Warships.

Amy snorted. Rachel petted Ziz. Taylor looked around and saw the originals tied up to the piers and the duplicates out in the bay, in the Fletcher's cases multiple duplicates. Apparently Ziz liked Fletcher's. She chuckled "OK, we can fly. We should probably warn the PRT and Protectorate."

Carlos, from his position back a few paces, held up a finger, a Hispanic first chair violinist from the band, or orchestra section of the school band, had his arm captive "I'll get it."

Lisa nodded "Clear it with the CIC as well. Ziz are you going as you or are you going to-" she trailed off as an SU 25 floated, or levitated, up out of the harbor.

"There is no try."

"Lucas films are out too then." Lisa glared.

Ziz pouted, then smiled as Taylor hugged her "Its fine Ziz, you did good. Uh, is the Marshal going to hand me a bill for the plane?" Taylor had met the Marshal yesterday evening, briefly. Accepting her letter of appointment, and getting her cheek pinched. The Marshal was kind of a grandmother type. At least to her. She got the impression from Admiral Hoel she was also deadly.

"Made it!"

Taylor nodded while digesting the whole process contained in those two words, including getting the necessary elements from seawater. The same process that made the Fletchers, or the boats that looked like Fletchers. For one thing the guns were five fifty four twins. All five turrets, and where the twenty millimeters would have been were bushmasters in remote controlled mark thirty eight mounts? Hmm those were sexy. and thirty millimeter too. MmmHmm.

Amy rolled her eyes and poked Taylor. She was getting a little drooly over the gun boats.

Talor jerked and moved on. For another thing the engines were her cogen gas turbine plants downsisized, only sixty thousand horsepower apiece, feeding a gearbox? Huh, oh! If one was disabled the other could run the boat, with her sharkskin hull plating design, at forty five knots. Though disabling one was going to take some effort, as while the plating was only upped to an inch everywhere, it was her own alloy, the weight saved from removing the old boilers being used by the plating, so they still clocked in at twenty one hundred tons or so.

No pump jets though, just some really odd propellers, oh! Taken from a Los Angeles class design and improved, even less chance of cavitation over a broader range of speed. Well, that worked. Wait, how did Ziz get access to that design? It was the last before the Navy switched to what were essentially pump jets on the submarines. And classified still? Taylor sighed. She didn't really want the answer to that did she? Though physics was physics? Mostly. "Okay, let's get this show on the road."

Moments later there was a mad scramble among press people for boats fast enough to keep up as the Brockton Bay, with the Frogfoot and Warthog on the fantail, cast off lines and docking connections for steam, electricity, and water, but allowed the tourist, as many as semi reasonably fit, to stay aboard. The ones who weren't watching a Fletcher and a South Dakota class be brought alongside the pier anyway. Small boats were running crews out to PT boats that were anchored out.

It was a bit of a wait as every small boat in the bay had been pressed into service. Some not so small, those SoDaks had pretty big whale boats, forty footers, and multiples of them, every boat that got a party aboard got a boat in the water first thing. The Harbor master himself had had to take flags and go out on his widow's walk to keep an eye on things in what was becoming the busiest navy base in the US.

It was also the fullest. Apparently Brockton Bay needed twelve escort destroyers. Sao Palo had a ring of twelve as well. So did the SoDaks. All the destroyers with twenty six foot motor whalers. Where all the drivers were coming from was the question.

The news people were taking the massively over powered RIBs that were his normal problem children.

The first PT roared to life with a whining hiss and the Harbor master sighed. His dad had told him stories about those crazy PT boat bastards. Plus all those war stories he heard in the bar over the last couple of nights. And now they were GB Specials. With torpedoes and freaking cannons all over them. Probably do a hundred knots.

Brockton Bay getting underway drug twelve destroyers and twelve PT boats out of the harbor and his way though so it was all good. Now to bring some order to this tadpole filled pool. He started sounding the horn and using the flags.

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Joey, Willy, and the crew of rainbow shirts, including the adults, were studying manuals, and looking over tool sets that had appeared, with the help of a several of emigres of an older generation. One of the tourist was an Airforce Master Chief retired who was looking at the Warthog "A tail hook? What the heck for, doesn't GB just dismiss them?" Willy pointed to the Sao Paulo, whose deck held a flight of A 10's "Huh. Well, there was a naval version in development early on. At least on paper, for the Marines. The front gear had to be changed." He looked "Yep like that. Stronger see. Plus it had that hook thing for the little catapult sled thing."

Another tourist nodded "Those had a bridle too though. And the shuttle goes against the back of the front axle, the reason the gear and airframe had to be strengthened. Different stress points. The hook is for tugs on the flight deck. They never got to folding wings, though we did shoot five A10s on land at Pax River about a million times. The only cat and arrestor wire qualified Airedales. Wonder what happened to those guys?"

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Katherine watched as the destroyers took up stations at each clock position then maintained it perfectly, five nautical miles from the Brockton Bay. The PT boats were in a ring at two and a half nautical miles and at the half hour positions. She frowned "OOD find out how fast those PT boats and Destroyers are. Helm maintain twenty knots for now."

The OOD questioned his life choices, the ones that led him to having to go talk to the Simurgh anyway.

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Marquis stood on the wing of the bridge with Amy. Lustrum stood a little way off. Miss Militia was with her. "So your friend flies as well."

Amy arched a brow "Girlfriend Daddy. I think you better get used to the idea."

"Gun Bunny has hundreds of bodies on her Amelia, perhaps more than got me sent to the Birdcage."

"One hundred and seventeen. Rapist, murders, cop killers, parahuman gang leaders, and their soldiers, who practiced murder, rape and addicting people to drugs. Allegedly in some cases, and so far all self-defense or defense of others.

"She shut down brothels full of trafficked people and stopped the practice in her, demesnes, let's be honest about it, the government had basically stopped functioning in a law and order sense. The PRT was maintaining the status quo, we don't know why.

"You should be proud, I found a significant other very much like my father. You were law and order here in your day, people still don't start shit on the busses, did you know? Ten years on from you being put in the Birdcage. Now Taylor is law and order here, the Queen of all she surveys."

Lustrum nodded "And she surveys so very much." Amy smirked.

Marquis frowned. "Beg pardon?"

"Every weapon or weapon system she has worked on, for some unknown range around it she is aware of what is going on. If she wants, in great detail."

Amy nodded "The range the weapon can effect, or could possibly effect, bit hard to tell, makes Lisa's butt hot."

Lustrum grinned "Well, she is a teen." She and Amy snickered while Marquis rolled his eyes.

When they had settled Marquis asked "And you?"

Amy shrugged "Queen of all I survey as well. You just won't know what killed you when I do it. The more intelligent people have realized it. Hence the PRT never being too far away and our psychologist being subsidized. Bio Tinker, highest rated one ever. I'll fix Jamie's little red wagon soon. As soon as Taylor is through playing with Leviathan."

Lustrum arched a brow "Playing?"

"She can call down orbital bombardments. She doesn't have to use small projectiles. She hits what she aims at. She isn't afraid of killing things that need to be dead. Why do you think the Simurgh is up there with her? The ultimate Disney younger sister, trying to save her brother." Amy asked her. Miss Militia blinked.

Marquis nodded, then continued thoughtfully "And Hellhound, that seems a bit complicated."

Amy glared at him "Says my father, who was never married to my mother."

Lustrum laughed loudly at Marquis obviously chagrinned face.

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Bill looked out of his raised swivel seat in the middle of the admirals bridge. "Well it's a tie, but Ziz is cheating outrageously, no way that Frogfoot can jump straight up like that."

His Captain aide, an aviator, nodded "GB has her now though, That little aileron roll and-" He was interrupted by the BRRRRRRRRRT.

Bill shook his head "That's the whole defense budget in Frogfoots and A10s. Next years in those target drones the Fletchers and PTs are blowing the crap out of, I don't even want to know where those IJN Cruisers and destroyers came from. Damn shame they got sunk like that." He watched as Taylor buzzed the ship and Ziz floated her healing, yes that was the only word for it, healing SU 25 down to the fantail.

His Chief of Staff nodded "This ship proved her purpose though. She eats cruisers. Even those heavy ones. Always thought we missed a bet not taking A10's, Gun Bunny and thousand pound bombs just proved it. Didn't think Frogfoots would be that effective against ships."

Rune lifted off with the platform in cargo mode and Taylor landed on it, then Rune landed it in its rack. Bill nodded "Neat method they developed on the fly."

They watched Rachel walk up to Taylor and Ziz stand respectfully back a couple steps. Amy was still out on the bridge wing but the two were looking up at her and she was smiling and waving. Ziz was taking in the whole scene with a wistful expression.

The Captain nodded after shuddering a bit "That would save us millions in development cost. Maybe we can get Rune to make some babies for us?"

Bill laughed "Only after Gun Bunny has a few to keep the little things in line. And what if hers join the Army to be tankers?"

Colonel Lindstrom nodded "Yah, could be so."

"Marines have tanks."

Bill chuckled as the two O6's extolled the virtues of their services. Generals Sanchez and Stanley joined him.

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Danny arched a brow as Sherrel lay on his desk in a classic pin up pose, and about as little clothes as a barely acceptable for the public pinup. Sherrel huffed "Come on, spill. Something has you pent up. Want to spank me?"

Danny flushed at Barbara's snort in the outer office. "There is no way to answer that I'm not in trouble. Just worried, the other shoe has to drop soon. I mean, The Simurgh went to Arcadia."

Lacey walked in grinning, with Mary "Oh it did. Immaculata and Clarendon filed lawsuits that Ziz didn't get to look at their schools."

Danny meant to lay his head on the desk. Sherrel hugged his head when it landed on her middle. They barely heard "Something is wrong with this town."

Lacey cackled "You just now noticed? Man, talk about pie in the sky optimism!"

"Hey, leave my man alone." Danny thrashed a bit as Sherrel pulled his face into her cleavage.

Barbara, who had come in and leaned on a five drawer file cabinet laughed outright "Take your man home and molest him. Gives me ideas watching you two. Or to that den of iniquity you keep over there. Oh hey, I hear Lorraine's is running a surf and turf?"

Danny stopped struggling and smirked, then went to work as Sherrel tried to talk intelligently. He figured he won when she drug him out headed toward the Battery.

Lacey looked at Barbara "Well that worked."

Mary arched a brow "And now? What are you two planning?"

The simultaneous "Goddaughters!" Broke them all up laughing.

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"Door to within five miles of David." Rebecca and Paul blinked then charged in when the door opened. They found themselves in a sun blasted landscape, with two tiny moons overhead. After a short spiral search pattern in opposite directions they found themselves standing over a prone David. Who had seen better days really. Paul snorted "No wonder we couldn't find you."

Rebecca leaned over and felt David's pulse "Out cold. Come on, let's get him to Cauldron."

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Meredith looked at David disgustedly "Used all his power, powers, fixing everything he could until he was totally exhausted. Now he is catatonic, or in a coma, and may or may not recover. Goddamnit Rebecca, I swear to fucking Christ."

Paul sighed "It gives us time, we can start with having found him and that we are talking to him about turning himself in."

"And when the prick doesn't wake up?"

Rebecca shrugged "A power conflict when he was in the throes of depression and trying to fix everything once he found out he was the one who called the Endbringers. That has the benefit of being apparently true."

"Powered suicide? Hmmm. That has actually been documented. You two will still have leashes though."

Paul nodded "Maybe we actually need them."

"Fine, and when he does wake up, and wants to fight?"

Rebecca shrugged "We get off our leashes bringing him in, or Gun Bunny will fix it. She is a bit busy now and has put it aside, she hasn't forgotten."

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Carol looked at the girls and shrugged helplessly as Sarah laughed "So you three are staying here, all the girls are, because 'Danny and Sherrel are making babies loudly.' How are you this, this, haven't you, well…" They were at the Hebert's house.

Sarah laughed and rescued her sister and the blushing girls "We thought your relationship had progressed farther than it apparently has."

Vicky snorted "Told you Mom. It's like watching molasses run up hill in January."

Carol turned her head to Vicky who blanched "You just mind your own business Victoria. It must be difficult dealing with three people in a relationship. They can take all the time they need." That started the inquest on Vicky.

Amy leaned her head over in one of the truples three way forehead touches "We will have to thank her."

Rachel nodded "Talk to Ziz, she is scared."

Taylor nodded "Amy get Carol, Rachel and I will get Ziz."

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Sarah looked at Carol over the glass of red wine they both had in the living room of the Hebert's house, a house full of Battery Lordsport. Lorraine had sent a van over with food and drink. "Unexpected."

"Ha! For you and me. It all suddenly came to me yesterday."

"So that's why you went to get checked by the thinkers."

"Yes. I did manage to tell Amy I was proud of her. Those three! Up there in that queen bed like it's a slumber party!"

"Hey, after what you told Vicky?"

"Sex is an important part of a relationship." Sarah goggled at her sister. Mark and Neil, wisely, remained silent.

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Danny looked at the three smiling widely and Ziz blushing at breakfast in the Battery the next morning "So my white paint…."

Taylor gave him a glare, then a smile "Not yet but closer?"

Sherrel sighed and sat in Danny's lap, then brightened "So more examples then!" Danny closed his eyes. He seemed to be praying, or maybe suppressing a groan. Sherrel had not sat gently.

Jimmy walked in and looked around then nodded "So a more mature look then." He narrowed his eyes then tsked "Only a bit though. Ziz, honey, that blush works fabulous on you. We can work with this." Ziz gave a wide eyed blink. "We will have to introduce you to Weld, he is metal, and you are, whatever that is." Rachel growled and Ziz hid behind her. As much as a six foot five venus in a sports bra and yoga shorts could hide behind a stocky five ten girl in the same outfit. Jimmy rolled his eyes. "To soon then." Ziz tilted her head thoughtfully.

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In Boston Weld jerked alert from his position relaxed in his chair listening to some tunes. He shuddered as a feeling he had never had, that he remembered, ran down his back.

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One looked at the data stream and added "Amused" to it.

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Two looked around as he felt something, he just couldn't quite understand what "Data?"

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The Stryker pulled up in the parking lot and the girls got out. A guitar, amplified, struck a cord and the rest of the band, or in this case one hundred and eighty four piece orchestra, crashed in on a version of Pink's get the party started. The glee club provided slightly changed lyrics. Taylor sighed, Ziz danced, a sort of rude modern kind of dance, down the aisle the students opened in the middle of the crowd. Taylor shrugged and joined her. Amy stood watching with the rest of the girls until Rachel joined in. Then she rushed to catch up. The others followed laughing.

Natalie smiled at the camera "And we are in and underway on another wild day in Brockton Bay! Good Morning America! Back to you Lester!" She danced off, pretty well and actually a fairly hot dance, Hector panned with her and then back to the dancing Simurgh.

Lester smiled tightly "I'm sure our competitor appreciates the plug. And now in the latest news from Washington..." Lester had had a tough couple of weeks. They were following Brockton Bay like it was a natural disaster, or an Endbringer attack, and had been for what seemed like months, could it really only have been a few weeks?

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Canary watched from the Protectorate line around the school singing under her breath and shaking her hips a bit. Purity watched her. Miss Militia watched them all.