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Chapter 22: The Minds of Atlas
- Willow Schnee -
Putting down her Scroll, she paused.
This was a line she'd never crossed, danced along, but never fully crossed.
Her son wanted her to come to his bedroom, he had made his interest in her body clear, and while she'd returned his flirtation and even his groping... if she answered his call, she'd almost certainly be fucked by her own son, her own flesh and blood.
She was almost disgusted by her utter lack of disgust...
Getting changed, she stripped naked, placing a simple nightie, which happened to be transparent, leaving her body on display. It came with some matching underwear to cover her privates with, but why bother?
And if it was a couple sizes too small, causing her breasts to strain against the fabric, the nightie barely covering her already slightly wet slit, so be it.
Maybe she should take some wine? Huh... had she even drunk lately? Now that she thought about it... she hadn't touched alcohol since... she came back to Atlas.
Huh.
No, she didn't want her mind to be affected tonight.
Heading out of her room, she headed for Shiro's bedroom, taking a deep breath. If Shiro wanted her, Shiro would have her.
Knocking on his door, she paused for a moment before pushing the door open, feeling herself blush like a schoolgirl as she stepped in, looking at Shiro hesitantly as he laid back on his bed, wearing only a pair of black boxers.
Huh, he wore white almost exclusively... but he wore black underwear?
"You know, I wasn't one hundred percent sure you'd come." Shiro admitted as she moved towards the bed, her face flushing.
"Then you misjudged me... I would do anything for you, never forget that." Willow promised, climbing onto the bed as she crawled towards him on her hands and knees as he smiled at her approvingly, one hand coming up to stroke her hair.
As she felt herself flush, her insides growing hot, she took a moment to wonder why she felt such a... deep need for his approval. Usually it would be the other way around, but Shiro wasn't the type of person to need approval. There was something about the utter confidence he had that drove her wild...
Kissing Shiro, she moaned as his hand came to her ass, easily slipping under her nightie as he groped her, his tongue mapping out her mouth. Without needing directing, she reached down and started working on his boxers, pulling out his shaft as she gently stroked him, her eyes closed as she made out with her own son, stroking his dick.
This was so... wrong, and yet pleasuring Shiro felt so right. Breaking the kiss, she moved her head lower, kissing down his neck, then his chest as she made her way down, keeping her eyes locked with his as she reached his shaft.
Drooling down onto it for lubrication, she pulled her nightie off, causing her breasts to rise and then drop with an enticing jiggle, feeling a shiver of pleasure run through her as his eyes roamed over her entirely naked body.
"Just lay back, honey... mummy will take care of everything." Willow promised, grabbing her breasts and pushing them together as she wrapped his shaft in her soft embrace.
She didn't know why Weiss was worried, both her and Winter had large breasts, Weiss was just a late bloomer.
Bouncing her chest up and down, massaging her shaft with her bosom, she leaned down, kissing the tip of his fat dick as it peaked from her cleavage, her tongue hanging out of her mouth as she drooled and licked his tip.
"D-damn... I shouldn't have wasted so much time..." Shiro said, a slight groan to his tone. "You... really know what you're doing."
"Your mommy... was kinda a slut when she was younger." Willow admitted with a giggle. She did... well, what Weiss seems to have started doing... being the rebellious rich girl. Like it was hard to tell that Weiss went down on Shiro earlier.
Her knees were bruised, her lips poutier... Oh, and she had some cum on her dress.
She didn't blame Weiss, being the bad girl was a lot more fun, and Weiss seems to have found a single guy to be the bad girl for... unlike her mother.
"But I'm all yours now." she promised, going back to sucking his dick, one of her hands sneaking down to fondle his ballsack, large heavy testes... a good sign of his fertility.
There was a... slight chance that Weiss and Winter's future children would be a little... inbred, so it was good that Shiro would probably leave a few dozen Schnee bastards around. She did have some pride in her family, even if she wasn't that concerned about them being born in wedlock.
Did she care that Shiro was probably going to knock up Weiss, Winter and possibly even her? Not even remotely. Weiss adored him, she adored him... and Winter was spying on him for Ironwood, so she lost her right to be protected by Willow.
Given the... updates on Shiro's sex life from that lovely girl Neo, Whitley might even up under him as well, might even make the little shit easier to deal with.
Staring up at him in adoration, she tried to silently send him her utter love and affection for him, she'd left him on the streets for years... hiding in a bottle, she had a lot to make up for, and she'd do anything to make it up to him.
If sucking his dick would help prove her sincerity... she'd keep her lips glued to his dick for the rest of her life. Her body was his, to do with as he pleased.
If he wanted it, she'd leave her position as CEO behind and go strip in his club, hell... he could give her a single order and she'd spend the rest of her life selling her body on the streets of Mantle for one lien a fuck, anything Shiro wanted her to do, she'd do. For now, she was his and his alone. Neo said Shiro didn't share, so no other man could even glimpse at her body without her destroying him.
It almost scared her to know how obsessed she was with him, she was a slave in all but name... but it just seemed so right. Why would she ever want to change this?
- Shiro -
[Schnee Glyphs] – Willow Schnee [100]
The Schnee Family Semblance, allows you to create a variety of Glyphs with different effects, you can also mix in dust to enhance or alter the effect.
If the utter love and adoration in her eyes wasn't giving it away... her maxed out affection and obedience would have.
Stroking her hair affectionately, I smile down at her, enjoying the way her cheeks darken as she sucks me off, her breasts smothering what her mouth isn't worshipping.
One Schnee down, three to go.
Leaning back, I just... enjoy the way she worships my dick, moving her breasts away so she can deepthroat it, choking herself on my shaft without a care for herself.
Letting myself cum, I smile as she immediately pulls back, so just the tip is in her mouth, easily swallowing all my load, showing her experience compared to her daughter. Not even a drop escapes the vacuum of her mouth as she sucks me like a fucking vacuum, drawing out every last drop of my seed.
As my orgasm ends, she pulls back, opening her mouth to show some of my cum pooling on her tongue for a moment before she closes her mouth for a second, swallowing audibly. Opening her mouth again, she makes a display of moving her tongue around, showing her utterly empty mouth.
"Good girl..." I praise, stroking her hair again as she smiles despite herself. I didn't even really need to do anything to get Willow to become so... adoring.
"But you're still hard..." Willow says, looking at my still erect cock. "Don't worry... mommy will relieve all your stress." she promises, climbing up without any prompting from me as she climbs into my lap, rubbing her soaked slit against my shaft for a moment before she plunges down, taking me to the hilt with a loud moan.
- Weiss -
When she'd heard Shiro was coming... she made sure to put him in the room next to hers, she wanted him nice and close after all...
Then she did something very... naughty, and with some 'borrowed' tools, placed a hole in the wall between the rooms.
She lied when she said she was a good girl before, she just liked to think she was, Shiro just brought the bad girl out into the open, convinced her to stop hiding it... at least from him.
From his side, the hole was almost impossible to see, in between a wardrobe and a bookcase, you couldn't find it if you weren't looking for it.
Pressing her eye to the wall, she snuck her hand beneath her panties, rubbing her slit with two fingers, muffling her mouth with her other hand.
"Yes! Fuck your mommy, Shiro... Fuck me like the slut I am!" her mother cried out. She'd seen her mother at work... and she'd been so impressed, she was this imposing, brilliant businesswoman, everyone respected her and yet she was kind to her people unlike Jacques the dead asshole. She made fair deals, improved their reputation, all while keeping the company profitable, then she showed Weiss how to use her Glyphs better, showing her just how amazing her mother was with a Rapier even with her being out of practice.
She was... everything Weiss had hoped for in a mother, in a role model. Everything she wanted to be in the future.
And now she was riding her sons shaft, moaning loud enough to be heard from Mantle, the rooms were soundproofed... when they don't have holes drilled in them.
She looked like an utter... whore. Just like Weiss looked when she was sucking Shiro off in a dirty alleyway.
Shiro was right... there was nothing wrong with having fun, with being naughty. She could be the perfect Huntress and Heiress in the day... and her brothers slutty fucktoy at night.
Or in the morning, afternoon or evening, whenever he wanted really.
She'd always been so... ashamed of any dirty thoughts, disgusted at herself for being so crude and crass... she'd been a fool.
Moving her hand from her mouth to her exposed breasts, her nightie throw away already, she pushed her eye closer to the hole, watching her mother ride Shiro's dick.
...She might be a bad girl, but she wasn't easy. Shiro would have to earn it... but he would, and when he did, she'd be the one riding him.
- Shiro -
Weiss is a naughty little one, isn't she?
Before she decided to record through her little peep-hole, I had no idea she was there... but once she did? I accessed her scroll mentally. It's a protocol I made to stop myself from being recorded by security cameras when I don't want to be, alerting me if any cameras or recording software is recording me.
With her front-facing camera, I can watch her vigorously masturbate while she presses her Scroll camera against the hole, a look of ecstasy on her face.
I think there might be something wrong with the Schnee Family. We're all degenerates. Winter has her whole... daddy issues and her thing for people in power, probably some more degeneracy if her mother and sister are any indicators. I can't wait to see Whitley's perversion is...
- Whitley Schnee -
Groaning, he leaned back in his chair, his hand running through the hair of the woman on her knees in front of him as she reluctantly serviced him.
She's just some dumb maid he'd caught stealing some of his mothers jewellery when she was still so drunk she couldn't even notice she was being robbed, being lucky and fast enough to record the act.
At the time he'd thought he'd use her to get things his father didn't want him to have, then puberty hit... and he realised the advantages of having a somewhat attractive woman under his control.
Groaning loudly, he came in her mouth, his hands gripping her hair as his hips buckled.
Letting her go, she immediately pulled away, swallowing his smallish load with practised ease, unable to hide her disgust.
Looking down at her, he enjoyed the flinch from the older woman as she waited, wearing nothing but a black g-string he'd made her buy when he got bored of her plain underwear.
She was the textbook definition of a plain middle-aged woman, mousey brown hair and brown eyes, minor wrinkles and slightly sagging breasts, utterly plain features... her best asset was her breasts, easily double-d.
Boring, plain and utterly under his control.
He'd thought about trying again with a younger, more attractive girl... but there was just so much risk, why risk everything to get another girl when he had one already tamed? Plus, the power trip from having a woman more than twice his age follow his every order was excellent.
"Will that be all, Lord Schnee?" she asked submissively. She had three children his age that depended on her, so she couldn't afford to lose her job... or go to jail. He'd been worried when his father died, but it was easy to convince her that her mother wouldn't be any-more merciful.
"Do I look finished?" he sneered, looking down at his still hard dick. She always tried to end it quickly, even when he still had one or two more in him. "On the bed, on your back." he ordered as he stood up.
Waiting a moment, he climbed onto the bed, mounting the older woman as he pulled her g-string aside and sunk himself into her still fairly tight pussy, groaning as he buried his head in her breasts.
In his secret erotic games, the girl being blackmailed always slowly got used to it, eventually growing affectionate towards her rapist... he'd been fucking her for almost two years now, starting just after his thirteenth birthday, and she still hated it every time.
He'd blown hundreds of loads inside her pussy at this point, and she still looked so disgusted every time. Staring up at the ceiling as she waited for him to finish.
A more intense version of the look his mother usually had when dealing with him... slamming himself into her, he groaned as he came again, catching a slight sob from the older woman as he rested inside her.
Climbing off her, he smirked as he saw his seed leak from her.
"We're done for the day, leave." he ordered, watching her quickly gather her clothes and get dressed, leaving the room.
His life had its problems... but sometimes, it was good to be him.
- Shiro -
It'll be fun to find out...
Watching the older woman bounce on my shaft with a look of intense pleasure on her face, I grin, watching her breasts swing freely with every bounce, her ordinarily neat hair wild and messy as she sweats from the exertion, her skin getting a healthy gleam in the dim moonlight filtering in through the window.
"Ooh... f-fuck... you're so big, honey." Willow moans as I play with her firm ass, squeezing the surprisingly well-defined ass, she's been getting back into shape... she was a Huntress a long time ago, but years of alcoholism and depression got her out of shape, her muscles fading... but now they're starting to return.
"I am, but you're pretty fucking tight." I say, thrusting up into her as her ass comes down to meet my hips. "I'm gonna come soon..." I admit, watching her speed up.
"Inside... do it inside." Willow all but shouts, throwing her head back as she climaxes, her pussy becoming vice-like around my shaft.
Well... if she insists.
Thrusting up one last time, I groan in satisfaction as my seed floods her insides, painting her womb white.
As she collapses onto my chest, panting heavily, I smile at her, kissing her gently.
"Shiro... you aren't going soft..." she points out, yelping in surprise as I flip us over.
"No... no, I am not."
As I start thrusting again, her only response is a happy squeal.
- Next Day - James Ironwood -
His first thought as he met the teen genius was... smug.
Shiro clearly had a high opinion of himself and his importance, whether it was deserved or not, and had no problems showing it.
He was the General of Atlas, Headmaster of the Atlas Hunters Academy, he had two of the five seats on the Atlas Council... and yet Shiro all but lounged in his seat, utterly calm, leaning his head on his hand with a bored smirk.
That was fine, he'd dealt with plenty of talented people with superiority complexes before, Arthur Watts came to mind, he could handle a smug teenager. Compared to what he'd all but ordered some of his subordinates to do it was a tiny thing.
"Shiro Eis... it's a pleasure to finally meet you in person." James started.
"Well, Camille made a good argument, and I had some things to do in Atlas anyway, figured I could give you a moment of my time." Shiro drawled, making it clear that this was some... great mercy Shiro was graciously giving him.
"...Camille is often convincing." James admitted, ignoring the arrogance. He was half-Schnee, it was basically expected. He could see Winter bristling as she stood at attention at the door of his office.
"So, I've been thinking... what could Atlas want with me? At first I just assumed it was my intelligence in general, but you seemed... desperate, which means you want me for a specific project. Can't be my machines, even if they are better than yours, you wouldn't seem so desperate if that was the case, you didn't know about my teleporter... but you did know about my zero-g technology." Shiro theorised as James's eyes widened despite himself. "But you have your own zero-g tech... on a much larger scale... the tech to make Atlas float has never been revealed, so let me make a little guess. It's something you can't recreate, and something has happened to shake your confidence in it."
Okay, maybe his confidence wasn't entirely undeserved.
"You want me to make a bigger, better version of my zero-g tech to keep Atlas in the air, even if something happens to whatever you are currently using." Shiro finished, leaning back with a grin.
"That... is correct. The method we use to keep Atlas in the air is ancient tech, something that can't be recreated by modern methods, and it was recently targetted by terrorists hoping to drop Atlas onto Mantle. They failed, but they got closer than I am comfortable with." James admitted with a reluctantly impressed tone.
"Called it. I can do that, zero-g tech is baby stuff anyway. Which just leaves one last question. What's in it for me? I've already had Councillor Fleur send me messages promising me support, funding and other benefits to stay in Vale, so why should I work with Atlas?" Shiro asked causally.
Yeah, the Vale Council had been... less than happy with him for... trying to poach Shiro. Even Ozpin of all people had joined in.
"I've... come to an agreement with the Vale Council regarding that. I take it you have no plans on actually moving to Atlas?" he asked, getting a laugh in response. "I thought as much." he deadpanned. Shiro had quickly established himself in Vale, so it was no real surprise he didn't want to leave... even if he was arguably an Atlesian by birth.
"Fine, to lay things on the table. In exchange for you solving our... gravity crisis, Atlas will give you a personal lab, with an... immense amount of funding and resources, including test subjects taken from our prisons if you need living subjects." James said. It was something that didn't really get spoken about... but prisons were basically Grimm lure with all the anger and negativity, and they usually had more criminals than they had space for.
The simple fact was, they couldn't waste resources on bottom feeders... on parasites. Not with the Grimm pushing against them constantly.
"You'll have command over it, if you want to hire research assistants it is up to you, and you'll have control over what you are researching there. You can also have it expanded for different types of research. In exchange for the continued funding, you are expected to either accept a project decided on by the Vale and Atlesian Council twice a year, or complete a project of your own that benefits Remnant as a whole. With your teleportation technology, you'll be able to live in Vale while your lab can remain in Atlas." James continued calmly.
"Hmm, what defines 'benefits Remnant'?" Shiro asked just as calm.
"Something that either helps in the war against the Grimm, helps deal with crime, or increases the safety of the people of Remnant. Other things can be classified the same way, and you can simply ask whether a particular project counts." James explained.
"And I take it you'll be keeping an eye on what I'm working on?" Shiro asked with a cold smirk.
"Naturally, with all due respect, Remnant has had trouble with geniuses being left to their own devices. Your inventions would be yours, but you are simply too smart to leave on your own." he admitted.
- Shiro -
Cute, but I still have my own lab...
But... the Atlesian one would be bigger, better... on someone else's money. The fact is that they'll spy on me either way, the trick is working around the spies.
If I go along with this, I can use my own lab for any projects I don't want to share, and I can start working around whatever methods they use to keep an eye on me. If it's people, I can turn them to my side, if it's technology, I can hack and turn it against them.
"And the Vale Council is okay with this?" I ask casually.
"They are, as long as this doesn't interfere with your businesses in Vale." Ironwood admitted as I lean back.
"It won't, I have people to handle that." I say, humming and hawing in indecision.
"To... sweeten the deal, I can offer you these." he continues, passing over a set of papers.
Taking them, I look over them all with a raised eyebrow.
Each is almost identical, with a single name.
It's a pardon... absolving the named person of all crimes in Vale, Atlas and Mistral.
Roman Torchwick, Neo Politan, The Anarchist known as Jinx. Melanie Malachite and Miltia Malachite.
"It isn't a pass to commit crimes in the future, but we are aware that you have several... questionable people in your ranks. This will simply give them a clean slate, a fresh start." Ironwood says.
Neo... a respectable member of society?
It takes every bit of control I have (including outright disabling my facial movement for a moment) to stop myself from falling over laughing at that.
Okay, now I have to take them... Neo the civilian is the funniest thing I've heard in... well, ever.
I bet she'll kill at least a dozen people by the end of the first day as a 'civilian'.
- Neo -
...Shiro needed a slap. Or maybe fucking till one, or both of the passed out.
She didn't know why, it was just a feeling that he was doing something that would get him chained up and punished.
Not that he would care, he was simply too kinky to punish... it was why they got along so well.
"Die, you mute bitch!" Worthless Grunt Number 8 screamed as he charged her, his blade aimed at her neck as she paused.
Stepping out of the way, she calmly cut of his extended arm, slitting his throat before he even had a chance to notice his new handicapable status.
Who were these guys again?
They were one of the three new gangs in Vale... there was a Faunus only gang, a human racist gang and just a boring normal one. All dumb thugs with very low life expectancy.
...The guy currently bleeding all over her shoes was a Faunus, so it couldn't be the human racists, and the screaming one over there was a Faunus as well... so they're the Faunus Gang!
Maybe? Wait, didn't she kill the racist human gang last night, or was it the boring one? If you've killed one gang, you've killed them all. It all starts to blend together.
Stepping over the corpse, or soon to be corpse, she paused for a moment to slam her heel down on his face, enjoying the squelching noise as his eyeball was crushed, keeping her eyes on the last survivor as she backed against the wall, her flimsy dagger falling from her hand in horror.
Smart, if the other eight members of the gang couldn't hurt her all working together, what chance did she have? None, obviously.
Honestly, if this gang was the Faunus one, it made this personal. Shiro was doing good (lol) work helping make Faunus relations better, for some reason. Maybe it was to do with his pet cats? Or he was planning on getting some more pets, like a sexy tiger girl?
Either way! He was working really hard (lol), and they were getting in the way, ruining his hard work with their petty muggings and attempts at extortion. How dare they get in her snookums's way!?
He would be so... well, he'd probably find it funny, then have her torture them to death while he raped any women in the group, then they'd have rough kinky sex surrounded by the mutilated bodies.
Aww... that sounds like fun... but she'd already killed most of them.
Glaring at the last survivor for failing to point out how much fun they could be in the future, she enjoyed the way the girl, a dog Faunus with funny floppy ears whimpered.
Storming over to her, she looked over the girl with a frown. She'd missed out on some fun, maybe she should take a page out of Snookums's book? Get a pet of her own?
Kicking the girl in the side of the head, she smiled at her unconsciousness. First, she'd deal with the... mess, then she'd take her new pet for training at the tower. The cells were empty now anyway, all Shiro's pets were nice and well behaved now.
What was she going to do with eight bodies? The same thing she did with the last few hundred or so. Some questions were better left unspoken.
Wait... wasn't she always leaving things unspoken?
- Shiro -
Neo the Civilian.
"Consider me... convinced." I say, forcing down my maniacal laughter.
"Excellent. For today, you'll be shown around the Atlas Research Facility, give me a moment..." James said, pressing a button on his scroll.
After a moment, the door opened, getting my attention as a pair of women around my age walk into the room, both dressed in white and blue.
The one that gets my attention first is the shorter one, a dark-skinned woman with... odd hair, brown with two platinum blonde streaks sticking up, shaved on each side. Dressed in some kind of uniform, a sleeveless white vest with a short-sleeved blue shirt under it and a pair of white shorts. She has a little red tie around her neck. Red, White and Blue? Why does that sound so familiar?
Hmm, she's a runner, used to moving fast. She's trying not to glare at me as she stands at attention.
Harriet Bree, The Hare
LVL – 65
Tier – Elite
Faction – Atlas Military
Thoughts about you – She's angry she's being pimped out, she's wondering how she's supposed to seduce you, she's nervous about her lack of experience
Notable Skills – Super-Speed
Affection – -10
Obedience – 20
Heh, Ironwood is really desperate to keep me on Atlas's side, isn't he?
Turning to the second one, my first thought is... big, Harriet doesn't even reach her chin. She's a tall muscular woman, basically the textbook definition of Amazon, with tanned skin and short brown hair in a ponytail. She's wearing the same colours, but she has actual white trousers instead of shorts, a red belt around them, and a white and blue jacket left open showing her dark grey shirt... it's fairly low cut giving a good show of her considerable cleavage, but she looks... uncomfortable with it. She isn't used to having so much on display.
She doesn't move as much as Harriet in battle, so she isn't worried about her jacket messing with her manoeuvrability. People's outfits can tell you a lot about them... and their fighting style.
Harriet wears shorts and short-sleeves, so it doesn't interfere with her movement.
Elm Ederne, The Elm and The Vine
LVL – 62
Tier – Elite
Faction – Atlas Military
Thoughts about you – She's embarrassed to be showing so much cleavage, she's embarrassed and nervous that she is expected to seduce you
Notable Skills – Roots
Affection – 0
Obedience – 25
Harriet blames me for her orders, at least somewhat, while Elm doesn't. Good to know.
Thanks, Ironwoody, you've started doing my job for me.
I'll make sure to find a really comfortable place to stash you when I replace you with an LMD.
"This is Harriet Bree and Elm Ederne, two members of the Atlas Ace Operatives, the strongest Huntsmen and Huntresses in Atlas. We've had... issues with a terrorist organisation called Talon lately, and a cult based in Mantle led by a man know as Urgot, and there's a chance that either could target you while you are here... so I've assigned these two to serve as your guards and guides." Ironwood explains.
This world is so fucky.
No-one is where they are supposed to be.
"Operative Harriet Bree, at your service." Harriet says, managing to almost completely hide her anger with a professional tone, her irritation given away by a twitch of her nose.
"Operative Elm Ederne, it's a pleasure to meet you." Elm says with a warm smile, a bit of shyness leaking into her tone.
"Specialist Schnee, remain behind. Bree, Ederne, escort Mr Eis to the Research Facility. Unfortunately, we can't risk letting you see the... technology we are currently using to keep Atlas in the air, so you'll be working from scratch for now, will that be a problem?" Ironwood asks.
"Nah, I already know a lot about Zero-G... I already have some ideas about how to complete this project." I say, a half-truth.
I already have the entire blueprint in my head, for an artificial gravity field to allow Atlas to remain in the air indefinitely, nullifying the effect of Remnant's Gravity on the city, and the power source to power it.
"Excellent, in that case... that will be all, feel free to contact me if you have any questions or requests." the General says with a small smile and a nod.
Leaving the room, I follow my two body-guards with a grin.
"So, how are you liking Atlas?" Elm asks as Harriet marches ahead, doing a far worse job of hiding her anger now that Ironwood isn't watching.
"Well, so far I've seen the General's Office, the Schnee Mansion and a Cinema, so I haven't had much time to look around." I say with a shrug. "Anyway... people keep saying that Atlas is the safest nation... so what's with the cults and terrorists?" I ask making them both frown.
"Might invites challenge. Atlas is the strongest, so people want to bring us down." Harriet says with a scowl. "They'll fail, Atlas has always been the strongest, and we always will be. No terrorists will get passed us." she says as we reach the research wing of this Atlas military facility.
"So this is our new colleague?" a feminine voice says, getting my attention. Her accent is... odd, not something I've heard in Remnant before.
Turning, I make eye contact with a pair of mismatched eyes, one red and one blue. The pale woman with short orange hair who spoke is dressed in a simple white lab coat, black slacks and shirt beneath it as she stares at me... giving me the strange feeling of being under a microscope.
Moira O'Deorain, The Unethical Geneticist
LVL – 51
Tier – Elite
Faction – Talon
Thoughts about you – She wants to study you
Notable Skills – Genius Intellect, Biotic Orbs, Biotic Grasp, Fade
Affection – 10
Obedience – 0
"You're Moira O'Deorain, right? Shiro Eis, a pleasure. I read your paper on modifying DNA on a cellular level to maximise our potential." I say making her eyebrows raise. Am I using my implant to read her paper as we speak? Yup.
Having an internet connection in my head means I'm rarely uninformed.
"Indeed? What did you think of it?" Moira asks, staring at me intently.
"I think whoever cut your funding is a moron. You found a way to eliminate inherited diseases and disorders at a genetic level... and they stopped you?" I scoff making her smirk.
+10 Affection with Moira for understanding her research [20/100]
"Didn't you get in trouble for that? Something about your methods being... unethical." Harriet butts in with a smirk.
"Do be quiet, girl. Your betters are speaking. Go back to your petty martial battles, this is a place for the mind, not your worthless strength." Moira says with a sneer making Harriet's nose twitch angrily, before turning back to me. "Indeed, you would think Atlas would understand the need to sacrifice a few to save the many, but you'll find the General likes to keep a tight leash on those under him." she drawls.
"Tch, this is why people with no understanding of science shouldn't be allowed to control Sciences progress." I say, rolling my eyes.
+5 Affection with Moira for thinking like her [25/100]
"Then you'll find yourself in excellent company here. I look forward to working with you. Though I believe you specialise in more... technological pursuits?" she asks.
"Mostly, but I'm a fast learner. Besides, I needed quite a bit of biological knowledge to get this thing to work." I admit, tapping my eye. One of my more recent modifications.
I got sick of being unable to see Neo and the other illusionists, so I made an eye that can zoom, detect aura, see through solid objects... along with a few other things. Yes, I use it to check out pretty much every woman I meet.
"Intriguing... now that you point it out, I can see the slightly artificial touch to it, but I hadn't noticed it wasn't natural without it being pointed out." Moira admits, impressed. "We will have to talk more later, but I shouldn't keep you. A pleasure, Shiro." she says with a nod of respect which I return.
Moira has a bad rep... because she doesn't care about the costs of her research, and ethical concerns would just get laughed at... I like her already.
Also, a Talon member working so close to Ironwood? The same Talon he warned me about? That's just hilarious. I don't even need to look into her to know how that happened...
Moira had her funding cut after her paper was published because of the methods she used, which is hypocritical since Ironwood offered me human test subjects, and she was young when that happened... young enough for her to latch onto the first shady group to provide her with funding.
Science will always progress, you can't stop its march. If you try, it'll either walk over you, or around you. The best you can do is join in and try and direct its endless march.
Or to put it simply, get in Sciences way and it'll bend you over and fuck you hard.
Heading further in, I roll my eyes as Harriet stays behind to argue with Moira, an argument she is losing judging from Moira's smirk. Harriet's too hot-tempered to win a battle of wits with someone as cold and pragmatic as Moira.
The facilities here are... impressive. I have to reluctantly give credit where it is due, even the cafeteria is pretty good... but it has the distinct feeling of a comfortable prison.
Guards all over, for 'our safety', surveillance cameras. The comfy leather seats and the coffee machine doesn't take away from the distinct... big brother is watching you feeling the place gives me.
I mean, I've already hacked the security cameras, and I can make false recordings to hide my true actions, but still...
The 'guards' are Atlesian Paladins, standing perfectly still against the wall... but they're recording what they see.
All the primary security is technological... which makes this so much easier.
"Don't worry about the robots." Elm says seeing me looking at them as she wraps an arm around my shoulder, pulling my head down against her side, my cheek pushed into the side of her breast. "We got some intel that Urgot wanted to target our scientists, so we increased the security here. It's just for your safety, and the safety of the others. We take our peoples protection seriously." she promises, letting me go.
"Good to know." I drawl. Sacrificing freedom for security? Can't say I'm surprised.
As we explore, one of the doors practically bursts open, a man with a thick moustache storming out of the room, the unmistakable look of a man whose ego has been hurt.
"This isn't over." the man sneers back into the room.
"Unsurprising, you always were too stubborn to see when you were beaten. Accept facts, Arthur... you are not meant for greatness." an exotic feminine voice says dismissively.
The man glances at me, his eyes widening slightly before he walks away, a scowl on his face.
"I apologise for that... unsightly display." the voice says calmly, getting my attention to a woman sitting at a desk, not looking back at us as she deftly manipulates a holographic display.
From behind it's hard to see her features, long black hair reaching just above her ass... and what an ass it is. Wearing a foreign blue and gold dress with slits down each side, her hips are on full display... her wide caramel hips. Damn. She's wearing what looks almost like a black leotard underneath her dress, stopping any wardrobe malfunctions.
She has something on her head, some kind of visor, with two large white parts jutting up, almost like horns, and as she turns, my eyes are drawn to her clearly cybernetic arm.
Most people try to hide their cybernetic parts... but hers couldn't be more visible, bright white plates with black mesh beneath it, it doesn't even make an attempt at looking human. Heh, I could access that and turn it against her if I wanted to.
Now that she's turned around, I can see her visor fully, the light blue heads up display covering her eyes before she turns it off.
As she moves forwards, my eyes are drawn to what she was working on... is that my teleporter? No... it's not, it's not one of mine. At a guess, I'd say it's an attempt to copy mine, and in its current state it wouldn't work.
"Shiro Eis, correct?" she asks calmly.
Satya Vaswani, Symmetra
LVL – 42
Tier – Elite
Faction – Vishkar Corporation
Thoughts about you – Curiosity, Respect
Notable Skills – Genius Intellect, Hard-light hologram specialist
Affection – 10
Obedience – 0
"That's me... and that is my teleporters design." I point out, looking at the diagrams on the wall in front of her desk.
"Indeed it is, I'm the one who set it up after Arthur almost broke it. Satya Vaswani, Architect and Scientist of the Vishkar Corporation, at your service." she says with a small bow.
"Vishkar... that's an urban development company if I remember correctly, you do business with the SDC." I say in recognition, bringing up the info I have on them. I have full access to the SDC files, didn't even need to hack them, Willow gave me an administrator password.
The Vishkar Corporation has almost as bad a rep as the SDC did during Jacques's reign. They have a habit of developing areas that happen to have villages in them... and they are very good at forcing people to relocate, whether they want too or not.
"Correct, our work requires a great amount of Hard-light dust, and we have been trading with the SDC since our foundation. I am working here as part of an agreement with the Atlesian Military." she confirms.
"I see... have you had fun trying to reverse engineer my tech?" I ask, a slight grin on my face as she pauses, glancing back at the tech she was working on.
"Fun isn't part of it. Teleportation was deemed impossible with our current tech and would remain so for decades. Your creation far exceeds current technological capabilities. That is without mentioning the alternate power source it came with, not using any form of energy seen before on Remnant. You are not offended that I am attempting to recreate your designs?" Satya asks after a moment, her head tilting slightly.
"Nope. You've got it wrong, by the way." I point out casually, looking over the blueprints. "You've made a good attempt for how short a time you had it, but you got the blueprints wrong in a few places. It won't work like that... or it will, but it won't transmit the matter properly. I imagine it would be rather gory if someone tried to travel through it." I say calmly, making her eyes widen.
"You could tell that after such a small glance?"
"Well... it is my tech." I boast, I can't help it. Usually, Neo is there to clap when I make something cool, but she neither understands what's so impressive about it... or cares. She's just flattering my ego. Or mocking me, knowing it will lead to a hate fucking. Well, not 'hate', I could never hate Neo, but you get the point.
Being around people who are in their own right, Geniuses, and still being the smartest is such a rush.
Even without my ability to alter minds (something I would be hesitant to use in a place full of geniuses anyway), I am still in control. I can't be surprised.
+20 Affection with Satya for impressing her [30/100]
"Impressive, would you be opposed to marrying me with the intent of having children with both our genes?" Satya asks, making my eyes widen in surprise as Elm stares at her in shock.
"Just like that? We've known each other for all of three minutes." I point out, getting another tilt of her head.
"Irrelevant. I am uninterested in things as disorderly as 'love', you are a genius, I am a genius. A child made from our union would have an advantage in life, doubly so if adequately raised. I have no objections if you desire concubines or other wives, or if you would prefer the child to be out of wedlock, though it would inconvenience them later in life." Satya explains with an utterly blank tone.
"Hm, you might have a point there." I admit. My children should inherit my intelligence and power, but the mother would have an effect on their genes. "Perhaps we should talk more later." I say, getting a simple nod from her.
"Agreed. I would like to discuss your work with you, regardless of whether you are willing to breed me or not." Satya says bluntly making Elm stumble in shock.
"Then we shall speak later, goodbye, Miss Vaswani." I say, getting a goodbye from her as she removes the flawed blueprints from the wall with a slight frown.
"Did she just... and you all but agreed?" Elm says as we leave the room.
"Is it that surprising? She's right after all, the combination of mine and her genes should result in a serious genius. It's basically just selective breeding, eugenics." I say with a shrug.
"...isn't that for farm animals?" Elm points out as I laugh.
"Sure, and it works. It works on every species, people just don't like to admit how close we are to animals. Also, with people there's the whole emotions thing, people don't like to be told to have children with strangers just because their children would be strong or smart." I admit. "It'd be like telling you to have sex with some big strong dude so your children would be physically powerful." I say, making her blush. "But could you imagine if Ironwood actually tried ordering you to get fucked for the good of Atlas?" I laugh, ignoring her nervous laughter and pale face.
"Y-yeah... we didn't sign up for that." Elm stutters out as we head into the robotics section of the research lab.
"Salutations!" a peppy voice shouts out immediately as an orange-haired girl practically teleports in front of me, a pair of wide green eyes in my face.
Wait... why is she registering on my implant?
"Penny, give him some room." an older dark-skinned man chuckles, moving towards us in a high-tech wheelchair that I have to crush my urge to mess with the controls of.
Pietro Polendina, The Finest Mind in Atlas
LVL – 31
Tier – Veteran
Faction – Atlas Military
Thoughts about you – Respect
Notable Skills – Genius Intellect, robotics specialist
Reputation – 10
Obedience – 0
"Doctor Polendina, I presume?" I ask, offering my hand which he happily shakes. The Finest Mind? Maybe before I arrived.
"That I am, and you must be Shiro, we've been expecting you." he admits.
"A pleasure... so, what is she? She's mechanical, that much is clear... but she's no simple machine, is she? Is that... Aura? Your Aura, even." I say, humming as I look Penny over with my artificial eye. Heh, under her white and grey dress she looks like a Barbie doll.
"Ah, noticed already, have you? Yes, this is Penny... my daughter, if you will. I'm not surprised that someone of your talents could noticed that she's mechanical... but you must tell me how you could tell she had my Aura." he says with an impressed smile.
"Artificial eye, I can detect Aura with it. You... separated your own Aura and implanted it in her? That's... impressive, though not something you could repeat, you're own Aura is permanently weakened from the act, correct?" I ask, getting a nod. "Well, it's a pleasure to meet you, Penny. I'm sure we'll be good friends." I say offering the machine my hand, even as I test her programming with my implant, very, very carefully.
She's... complicated, but I'm not one to shy away from a challenge.
"Friends? Sensational! Indeed, we will be wonderful friends." Penny cheers, grabbing my hand and shaking it with a grip that would crush the bones of a civilian. "We can watch movies and play games together!"
"Sure thing, sounds like fun." I say with a smile, getting a proud chuckle from Pietro.
'Access Granted, Project: Penny is now accessible.'
Fun indeed.
- Bonus Scene – Behind the Scenes -
Heading into the meeting room, Moira took her seat at the table, looking around.
Gabriel... sorry, 'Reaper', was lurking in the corner of the room, brooding under his edgy mask. He claimed it 'induced fear' in his enemies, but she was reasonably certain that any thirteen-year-old boy could come up with that design.
Sombra was sitting on the windowsill, smirking as she looked around the room. She had no loyalty to Talon, any fool could see that. Not that Moira could judge, Talon was a means to an end, a way to conduct her research without the likes of Ironwood and the Council hindering her progress. Making eye contact, she rolled her eyes as the younger woman mockingly waved at her.
Widowmaker stood emotionlessly in the corner of the room, staring at them coldly. Some of her best work... though not complete. She'd failed to utterly suppress Amélie's emotions, though those that remained seemed far more malicious than one would expect from a former house-wife. A coping mechanism to deal with the fact she murdered her husband, perhaps? Regardless she was Talon's weapon now.
Her mind wandered, wondering what Shiro would make of her work on Amélie? Her work in general.
He seemed to understand the necessity of disregarding the rules for the sake of progress, but how far did that go?
Moving on, she flinched ever so slightly as she made eye-contact with Doomfist. She'd written him off as a brute who could only fight at first, but he'd proven himself intelligent and cunning. An intimidating mind in an equally daunting body.
"Now everyone is here, we can begin." Doomfist started, cutting off all chatter easily. "Our failure to bring down Atlas was... disappointing, and more importantly it put Atlas on guard." he said, disapproval in his tone as his eyes moved to Sombra and Reaper, the ones who had, in the end, failed to make it to the artifact holding Atlas in the air. "Moira, I believe you know the measures they are taking to prevent us from trying again?"
"Indeed, Ironwood has hired a particularly intelligent teenaged genius, Shiro Eis, to build a new system to keep Atlas in the air should their current measures fail." she admitted calmly, immediately hearing a laugh.
The room turned to the smirking Sombra, still giggling.
"Shiro Eis? Late Teens, White Hair, Blue Eyes, fucks anything that stands still long enough? That Shiro Eis?" Sombra laughed.
"Correct. The bastard son of Willow Schnee and a Huntsman she had an affair with. Why?" Moira asked, wondering what the secretive hacker knew.
"Ironwood just hired the biggest crime lord and information dealer in Vale to work at his top-secret lab? Moron. Shiro basically runs Vale at this point. His pet assassin, Neo has gotten rid of all the competition." Sombra laughed.
Shiro... a crime lord? Interesting, she hadn't seen him as anything but a particularly smug genius inventor.
"You hacked him? Why am I not surprised?" Moira said drolly, surprised as Sombra frowned ever so briefly.
"No, I haven't hacked him... his computers use a different system than... well, anything else. I haven't been able to get into them. I got this from hacking another information broker called Junior, so it's all second hand. If I wanted to get into his system... I'd have to go to his tower in person, and I doubt I'd be able to get in without raising the alarm... and I definitely wouldn't be able to get out." Sombra admitted reluctantly. "I tried once and in the first ten seconds, I'd almost been counter-hacked, had to break the connection."
"So he's a better hacker than you?" Widowmaker asked, a smirk growing on her face as Sombra frowned.
"Enough. I was going to suggest killing him off... but I know enough about Neo to know we'd pay for it." Reaper growled. "She'd be the best assassin in Remnant if she took contracts, but she mostly just kills for fun."
"Hm. Atlas will be too on guard for another attack to work anyway." Doomfist waved off. "Moira, you'll be working with him, correct? Keep an eye on him, work out his personality... and if you think he could be a good fit, recruit him. If not, we will deal with him later, when he's less defended."
"Understood." she said calmly.
"For now... The Kingdoms have grown soft, even with the threat of the Grimm, they forget the danger beyond their walls, while Atlas hide behind an army of machines. Only through conflict do we evolve. The world has grown complacent, it is time we change that." Doomfist said, making her pause.
"If it's another threat the world needs, I may have an idea..." she started, getting his attention. "Arthur Watts has been working on a new kind of machine, in an effort to surpass Pietro and prove himself, I believe he called them... Omnics."
- Bonus Scene – Wait... wasn't I supposed to be doing something? -
Answering his scroll, he sighed as the stern face of Glynda glared at him.
"Qrow, how goes your investigation of Salem's new forces?" she asked immediately, not even a hello, how have you been?
….Oh right, the investigation.
"It's... ongoing, you know how secretive the Grimm Queen is." Qrow replied calmly, forcing down his groan of pleasure as his eyes flickered down, seeing a pair of purple eyes staring back up at him as one of his companion bots obediently blew him.
"I shouldn't need to tell you about how important this is. You haven't reported back at all recently." she continued, a disapproving look on her face. "No doubt you've been wasting time with your usual antics, but please do try to take this seriously."
Take this seriously? Says the fucking teacher. Who was it that basically risked his life every day, looking into Salem's movements while Ozpin and Glynda sat in their tower?
"Moving on, have you found out anything about Shiro?" she asked.
"I'm working on it." he lied, he hadn't even started. Ozpin's baffling theory that Shiro was connected to the God of Light was ridiculous, even by his standards.
Besides... asking a father to spy on his son, who he had only just been reunited with? He just wondered if Ozpin had a chessboard in his office with a piece labelled 'Qrow'... probably a knight, even if he felt like a pawn.
"...Of course, you are. I would request you work faster, I want to know as much about him as possible before I ask him to become my apprentice, and I need to make my decision before Beacon starts." Glynda said in disapproval.
"Is that everything?" he asked, hiding his annoyance.
"It is, do try to take this more seriously, Qrow. Salem is on the move again, and we can't be caught off guard." she said, ending the call.
Tossing his scroll away, he growled to himself, barely calmed by the Yang-bots enthusiastic blowjob.
Pushing her away, he put her in standby and got up.
Sure, he'd been spending more time at home and less in the field, but it wasn't like he wasn't still working on it. He had an extensive intel network built up over the years, informants all over Remnant. What did a teacher with a dominatrix fetish know about spy work?
Besides, he'd been doing this for years, decades even... never complaining, never taking a break... hadn't he earned some time off? It was always him putting himself at risk, Ironwood sat behind a desk and barked orders at machines and soldiers that might as well be machines, Ozpin and Glynda sat up in Beacon, while he travelled the world, hunting for information, putting his life on the line.
Moving to the kitchen, he scoffed down the admittedly fantastic meal made by the Raven-bot wearing a slutty maid outfit. This update was great... and there was something hilarious about making the Bandit Queen Raven dress like a maid, cooking and cleaning for him, he always kept her personality so she would sneer and glower at him as she massaged him, which just added to the amusement.
Sending both his bots to their pods, he changed their appearance, adding a new setting.
As the pods opened, he smirked as Glynda in the sluttiest version of her outfit he could imagine walked out of one of them, next to her a woman with brown eyes and messy silver hair stepped out of the second pod.
He didn't usually mess with the setting that much, but you could make your own custom bot if you wanted to... he hadn't before because... why bother? Shiro had put in plenty of presets. But making a gender-bent Ozpin wasn't that hard.
Heading back to the bedroom, he set the scenario he'd set up into play.
As they both laid down, wearing slutty versions of their own outfits, they smiled at him.
"Qrow... you've worked so hard for me lately, and hard work deserves rewarding." FemOzpin said calmly with a smile.
"Indeed... you've worked hard... now it's time for you to work us both just as hard, come relieve your stress. Glynda moaned out, spreading her legs.
Exactly... he'd earnt it.
He'd get back to work... eventually, but first he had some things to do.
...could Shiro make a Salem bot?
It was so much easier dealing with annoying people knowing you could hate-fuck them when you got home.
- Bonus Scene – That's just not right (After Shiro returns to Vale) -
Staring at the sheet in his hands, he scratched his chin in bafflement.
A pardon.
A pardon from Atlas, signed by the Atlas, Vale and Mistral Councils.
What.
That... that just wasn't right. He was Roman Torchwick, the greatest thief in Remnant... they couldn't just wave away his crimes!
This... practically made him a civilian!
How the hell did Shiro get this?!
On the one hand... it was a get out of jail free card, no fake identities, he could walk through the streets as himself without a care, but on the other...
He was the best thief in Remnant... and they just wiped that away? That was just insulting.
Never before had a good thing felt so insulting.
'Enjoy your retirement, old-timer. Shiro and Neo.'
...he wasn't old! He just... decided to get out of the game and let the young-
Let the fresh-
...He just wanted to get out of the game.
First, he needed to work out what he thought about this. Second, he was going to go and walk into a police station just to laugh at them. Third, he was going to get very drunk.
Roman Torchwick... the respectable member of society.
Gods, he almost puked at the thought of it... did he have to pay taxes now?
Scratch that plan, drinking came first, he'd do the rest later.
Authors Note: For those that noticed him earlier, yup Doomfist being here means the rest of Overwatch are as well.
I've been playing so much Mortal Kombat. So much. Fuck Kabal.
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