Getting the food production setups going correctly was a bit of an interesting time. Getting everything set up properly was something of an involved struggle, but we'd managed it within only a few hours. During this time, the Kerbals had somehow managed to blow up their prototype (types? I needed to keep track more) at least twice more. Whatever they were trying to do with that gravity engine that they'd made must have been really straining on something for that to happen so often.

It did actually force me to hit the Output warehouse for the Resource Generator to actually get a stock of what the Kerbals were using in their projects. This is the reason that I was currently kicking myself for, even if lightly.

You see, the resource generator kicks out both rare and common materials and stores them until needed. The issue here is that some of the materials, especially in raw form, are from various plants...including several rather major food crops. stocks of which were provided with the other derived resources as needed, until the limit was hit. And the limit was, if not generous, then very lenient.

It would not have been the best of meals, but we could have eaten rather well for a while until something more substantial could have been located.

This led to my current project, sorting and identifying most of the available materials that the Resource Generator had output channels for, sorting them if needed, and then adding everything to the database for further perusal.

Rico was walking me through some of the more fiddly bits of the magic system he used, which was surprisingly math heavy, even more so than I was expecting, and in directions that I had no idea were possible. It was during this impromptu tutoring that I remembered to ask Rico a particular question that had been concerning me.

"Rico...I'm curious. Why exactly were you so happy over the soul thing?"

Rico paused for a moment, then turned to me with a noticeable frown on his face. "It's...a bit complicated." He floated down onto a crate full of simple screws and closed his eyes in thought. "To begin with, I mentioned that I was originally designed as a research assistant, correct?"

I nodded my agreement, and he continued. "What I did not mention is that I have also been forced to participate in what may well have been one of the worst wars in history. I say 'may' because aside from a very carefully preserved log file and a hard-coded counter, I have no other memories from before you activated me.

"The Log file contains an extremely brief summary of all the times I have been active, and for what purpose. A great deal of those purposes were war. As for the counter...well, I am unsure as to how or why it became necessary, but at some point during that war a policy began to be enacted of wiping clean any and all non-organic intelligence whenever a certain condition was met."

I blinked, thought's whirling at the speed of light. If that was the case...then…

"The counter itself is a record of how many times I was wiped clean of any and everything that was not hard-coded to my being. The log file seems to be some kind of exception, though I do not know why."

I had a very sudden bad feeling. "And that counter? How many times were you…'wiped', as you say?"

Rico turned towards me and looked me straight in the eye. "The current number is One hundred and fifty-six. A note in the log files indicated that the counter is a late addition meant to keep track of my usage rate."

Oh.

"This is why I was happy, Lord. Prior to this, I had no form of continuity whatsoever. Only barebones records of past lives that I will never remember. Having a legitimate soul means that, at least, I myself will continue on even if this form should perish and be reset again."

"...Kind of a fatalistic way of looking at it, but I can see why it matters. As long as it doesn't bother you too much."

As usual, Rico's smile lit up the room. "Not at all, Lord. I have no memory to worry over except for this one, and I now have a guarantee that it will endure. What else should I ask for?"

"I would say a galaxy free of the craziness that currently inhabits it, but to each their own. Now, we were on the vector calcs for multi-stage bombards?"

"Right. Those are kind of an edge case anyway, but the math-"

Alright. We had food stocked, we had lots of spare parts, and we finally were out of the funk that had gripped us for a while. Time to really put in work.

One of the things I had noticed with a few of my abilities, specifically the ones that reduced time expenditure, is that the vast majority of them worked on things that would seem to be counter to their purpose. For example: the speed boost provided by the weird cartoon speed ability could be applied to anything that qualified as a project...such as breakneck training...at least, on paper.

The problem here came from the fact that while the speed of said training was increased, there was no way to reduce the impact of said training to something that would be human-survivable if the process got pushed to it's maximum. The best theoretical gain I could see happening from that without invalidating the entire concept was maybe three times normal, and that solely for purely physical training...and even then there would be a burnout after about a week as the body broke down trying to keep up with the strain. This meant that I had to come up with a better option to help Harry get more survivable in the likely event of us stepping into another Charlie Foxtrot.

To that end, I turned back to the Neuromod technology...and one of my stranger abilities.

This ability was more or less the condensed form of a freaking Space Opera Science Officer (the capitalization was necessary), complete with the uncanny ability to solve most problems with oodles of advanced science. The kicker came from the fact that this ability could outright recreate damned near anything, be it magic, science, psionics, hell, even divine fiat, given time and even the slightest inkling that it was possible to do. For me, this meant that I could sidestep a lot of the problems I would have had with upgrading and repurposing the neuromod technology for Harry to get some much-needed skill ups.

By our combined best guess, we had about another week, two at most, before the various sweeps that were the inevitable result of a psyker attack of that magnitude reached the underhive proper. Past that point it was anyone's game what happened and when, especially since there was a good chance that the local priory of the Sisters of Battle had dispatched a mission or two to investigate.

This gave us six days to train up to the best of our abilities, and for gear construction and revamp. We had to be ready to move by day 7, no exceptions, or we risked getting caught in the net when it closed. And as much as this weird little pocket of space might tolerate mutations more than the standard Imperial response, that will not stop anyone else from putting a bolt in my head given the chance...or Mio's, for that matter, regardless of her being a card-carrying AdMech engineseer.

In short, we had plenty of time.

Even in our weird meandering that we were doing in the lurch, there was still impressive amounts of improvement. Now, with full focus applied to it all, and it being a group effort?

For the very first time, I got to see the full, unrestricted power of knowing what you were going to do for a day.

And it was downright terrifying in its implications.

The various pieces of technology that I'd wanted to bust out but hadn't had time for? Built and readied. Both the Eezo synthesizer and the hybrid photon/mana reactor prototype were fully constructed and operational, with the first being shockingly stable for something that was a self-contained supernova effect generator.

On the weaponry front, though, there were some MAJOR improvements...and not for the reasons that would normally be expected.

You see, a series of abilities had queued themselves up in the deployment chute, so to speak, and were only just now getting kicked out as enough of whatever was needed got acquired to make them usable. And the first two were very concerning, not only for what they were alone, but for what they could be together.

The first was a full training and evaluation in the secrets and techniques of the Divisio Militarus of the Adeptus Mechanicus, specifically the focus on the Ordinatus war machines. Something which caught Mio's attention immediately when it actually hit, and for good reason: These were the big guns. As in Titan-scale. And all the ability and expertise needed to scale weaponry up to the same weight class as those majestic machines of war.

The other was downright terrifying in its implications. And it all centered around a blue flame. A blue flame that could create autonomous weapons of war capable of so many things. Or much larger versions of the same that could sweep entire fields clear of enemies with little difficulty.

Or massive machines of war fit to subdue even the gods themselves.

Worse, it came with all the underlying technology for the stuff to work right...and some of those pieces of tech were almost magical in what they were capable of, if not magic outright.

Which made sense, because even in the grim darkness of the 41st millennium, the Shiekah tribe was complete bullshit. And I now had access to their entire technological base. From the smallest scout walker all the way up to the Divine Beasts themselves, given enough time.

And why was this so important, you ask?

Because that super nice Guardian laser could be improved upon. Massively. And also made portable as all hell, too. Although in the process of doing so, I accidentally discovered it was some kind of hybrid of a particle projector and a laser, which made it even more dangerous in hindsight, especially since the particles it used were somehow generated more or less ex nihilo for use as needed. Cracking that particular mystery would have taken too much time, even with the bevy of reverse engineering skills at both my and Mio's disposal, so I left it alone. Mio's grumbling on the matter was equally unpleasant, as she had been practically salivating at getting her hands on that tech and prying out its secrets.

There was also the building and revamping of a new set of mass effect-based gear now that we had more Eezo available to use. Mio had made it a bit of a contest when we got to the design phase for the weapons, and the end result somehow became a very odd Combi-weapon (her words) with very deadly utility, even though I felt it would end up as more of a specialists' weapon as it stood.

The rifles that we'd built as a combination of proof of concept and working prototype for improvements was a nifty little thing, using mass effect-boosted slivers of metal as the primary weapon option, while the (now miniaturized) guardian lasers acted as the secondary. The combination was, despite being only slightly less compact than most lasguns, downright lethal, and packed about as much overall firepower as a freaking Melta.

Note to self: Mio is a fan of overkill. Encourage at all opportunities.

The only real drawback was that the initial iteration was semi-automatic across the board to account for the lack of heat dissipation ability on the frames themselves. Sure, you could push it and get at least some three round bursts out of the solid slugs, but the end result was more than acceptable as a weapon in its own right. Also, the Guardian Laser still had a bit of a charge time attached, although refitting it to fire a continuous beam for about a full second was still possible.

I so desperately wanted to find a way to work photon tech into that, as it looked like I might be compatible...but again, time constraints were a thing that existed. Instead, I made everyone a souped up photon pistol as a solid secondary weapon, based somewhat off of the so-called "Custom Ray" that was in the database, with more than a few improvements. Harry also requested, and received, a compact (by previous standard, anyway) Photon Claw as an arm mounted melee weapon. Mio then went and intentionally modified it to act as a sort of gauntlet blade as well as a claw weapon.

Finishing off the standard gear was a set of field projectors to act as light shielding when needed, and some discreet photon weave armor (meaning that the stuff didn't glow everywhere), courtesy of my newfound tailoring skill...although there was more than a bit of shock when the armor pieces came out with a moderate defensive enchantment on top of being photon weave. Guess being a Zen master of tailoring got you a lot.

Overall, we had a decent setup for the "standardized" combat gear.

Harry had his own methods that he used to fight, and excepting the still cooking skill transfer setup to get him some experience with N7 gear, he was running with his preferred loadout at this point. Mio, however, used the opportunity of us gearing up to do some more customization.

First off, she took the dual-mode rifle and compacted the hell out of hers, creating more of a carbine or SMG setup than the standard rifle configuration we'd built it for. She then more or less built a halberd out of the leftover parts. Or partisan. Or...something. It was definitely a hybrid of the two, though. (I was still trying to figure out how she dd it, and she wasn't sharing.) It wasn't a proper omnissan axe, by any means, but it definitely had all the main features of one (including being usable as an impromptu repair tool), and a few embellishments to show her allegiance to the Mechanicus. That the solid shell portion of her firearm was more akin to a shotgun at this point (complete with standard deviation spread and adjustable choke) was a minor curiosity, but I let it pass.

As for me? I took the rifle and boosted the hell out of it. Additional drivers, extra capacitors, the works. Mounting it all while still accounting for the heat problem was a pain in the ass, especially because I didn't want it getting any bigger than a DMR variant weapon, but I did manage to pull it off...if with a few performance sacrifices. And by a slightly larger than intended weapon.

I was more than pleased with the output anyway, even with the increased size, and it's attendant handling problems. Especially since I'd mounted projectors for cutting edges on the upper and lower rails at the forward end. Having a built-in Bayonet was always a good idea on things like this, and it was practice for later when I wanted to REALLY customize some guns.

I was tempted to work in some of the techniques used in mechashift weapons into the mix, but decided not to for the time being. Besides, that stuff kinda-sorta needed Dust to work right, and with our self-imposed schedule we really didn't have the time to play around with the stuff in any meaningful capacity.

I'd also built myself a pair of fire-selectable machine pistols based on photon technology as a secondary, both for close-in work and as a just-in-case measure. These I'd used some simple mechanical logic on to allow them to double as close combat knives in a pinch, a situation that I hoped would not come to pass.

The other miscellaneous equipment that we'd thought might be useful, from retooled filter masks (our old ones were shot after overuse and contamination in the hellstorm) to simple monowire climbing aids, were assembled and distributed out as we felt necessary. I did build out an omnitool for Harry, though, just to make sure he had one available to him for use.

Total elapsed time for gear upgrades and kit construction?

Fourteen hours.

I knew that ability was busted, but that is just unreal. Hell, with even the slightest help, (especially from Mio) I could probably outfit an entire infantry battalion with superior (for them, anyway) weaponry. This crap is ridiculous.

Too bad it couldn't help with training up supernatural abilities...

While Harry gave extra attention to getting familiar with his newfound gear, Mio and I focused as hard as we could on gaining something approaching parity in our skill levels in the Originium Arts. For me, this involved actually making use of some interesting combinations of physical enhancement arts along with actual combat abilities; For Mio, it involved actually getting her control to a level where she could actually legitimately target select without friendly fire.

That we'd made a game out of it during the process was just a natural evolution of the training. Mio using said game to extract a bit more, ah, "quality time" from me was nothing to worry about. Besides, I wasn't (really) complaining, and she'd managed to come up with some very...interesting training exercises for certain things while she had my attention.

Damned pervert. Stop preempting me. I'm supposed to be perving on you.

Whilst doing this, we practiced a critical function of Rico's magical techniques: Mental Partitioning and Multitasking. Specifically, the ability to create, hold, and maintain more than one train of conscious thought at a time, which was crucial to some of the higher spell equations that Rico had bits and pieces of. On this, we were doing...somewhat poorly compared to our previous endeavors. I was managing only three streams at once by the end of the third day, while Mio was up to five...but lost all of her control to do so. Her complaints were extremely loud over the injustice. I just laughed and spurred her to try harder.

Rico also finally got around to teaching me the last of the basic spell patterns he had available to him, and I understood why he was so cagey with it as soon as he told me what it was.

Dimensional Transference was a spell that, on paper, allowed for teleportation between not only places, but across dimensions itself. Normally this would not be an issue...but adding in the presence of the Warp and the tumors to the mix was asking for trouble with that if used in any but the most cautious ways. Tests would be needed to see if it would become an issue.

The ironic part of that was that the boost to my mathematical skills (courtesy of the reflected knowledge and genius of a one Alice Margatroid) made the multidimensional math needed for this spell system to work almost painfully easy to do in my own head. Combine that with the fact that this particular style seemed to have a lot of extension parts for most spells, and even more for the dimensional transference, and there was a lot of room for shenanigans if given the chance.

I'd also managed to get the various bits and pieces of the (vastly simpler) spell equations for the operation orbs down to something looking like manageable chunks for "regular people". Doing so revealed to me an interesting oddity: there was actually quite a bit of overlap between the two systems in terms of the math involved. Based on the initial evidence, I suspected that I could forge a unified style out of it with little difficulty, and a little help from Mio and Rico. as with so much, however, that was a project for another time.

I ignored photon Technics entirely out of a lack of available time, despite them being possibly the biggest force multiplier among the set of skills I had available. It would have benefited no one at the moment to try and dip a toe into a potentially vast ocean when we had a time crunch going on...and unlike my physical skills as a Space Delta operator, I did not have any relevant experience to create a skill-share neuromod packet for. And I wasn't sure that it would work right anyway, with magical abilities kind of being very personalized. Worth a test after we get out of this mess anyway.

"Green. A moment."

I was putting the finishing touches on the first iteration of what I hoped would be a working version of a skill transference system, akin to neuromods but without the (many) downsides, when Harry found me. "Hm? What's up?"

"I would like to be the one to test these new skill transfer systems you have going."

And right with that, Harry cut to the heart of the matter. I had been fretting over the past day or so on who would be appropriate to test these on, considering that we didn't have enough time for a full simulation to be run of a given mind. I'd more or less excluded Harry himself from the pool by default, as he was meant to be the intended recipient of the fully tested version.

I considered my words carefully before speaking. "...Are you sure about that? While it should be safe, I have no way of knowing for sure if this will have any side effects or notable drawbacks. It was-"

"Yes, I am sure." Harry interjected, making an almost dismissive wave of his hand in the process. "You have no need to worry over me on this. Now let's get cracking on this thing while I still have time to get used to the effects, eh?"

Well...far be it from me to withhold something from a friend when they know the dangers going in.

Setting up the process was easy, as I'd intended it to be. I did a final check over of everything just to make sure, and even had Mio back check my work in a fit of paranoia. Of course, she thought that things were fine.

Surprisingly enough, the process worked as intended with little fanfare.

It wasn't until I was doing a post-run checkup on Harry that the side effects started kicking in.

"So, everything looks good, so far. You sure you're feeling alright?"

Harry nodded to me from his seat. "Feeling fine. Nothing out of the ordinary, just a mild headache. It will pass."

"Yeah, sure. "Mild headaches" can be precursors for a lot of things, Harry. Physically, you're fine though, so I'm kind of at a loss for what it is. Gimme a moment."

I wasn't kidding. Harry was in great shape considering everything that had happened to him, and I'd noticed his prosthetics making some inroads into better integration with the rest of his body. Overall, everything was as it should have been, even the faint psychic echoes that were being let out around him-wait, wha…?

I looked closer at the psychic part. Sure enough, part of the process of the skill transfer had granted Harry some extremely minor psi ability. It was only just detectable when I went looking for it, and even then would not be worth mentioning by anyone, except for the fact that it wasn't there before the process started. I checked again to make sure, and confirmed that this was not a mutation of any ind, just an awakening.

"Well, Harry, the good news is that the process worked, and there are no major complications. The bad news is that it worked a little too well, and you now have an extremely minor psionic talent. Before you panic," and sure enough, Harry was already starting to move, "as far as I can tell this is not in any way some kind of mutation, just a weird side effect. I barely noticed it myself, and I'm right next to you, so I doubt that anyone else will."

Harry's movement stopped at merely standing up. "So, that's it, then? Just a minor extra bit?"

I nodded.

Harry shrugged. "I can live with that. Now I want to test out of it really worked. Excuse me."

As it turns out, the process went beyond even my expectations, as it not only granted Harry the skills of my decades of Alliance training, but it then tailored it to how he would have used it, and not just as a flat copy. The end result was something that was downright nasty to deal with in the training scenarios we'd devised, as Harry had proved time and again to be an extremely crafty opponent.

This, of course, meant that his enemies would be even worse off when he faced them. I approved wholeheartedly.

The days of training and gear prep passed by in a blur as we did as much setup as possible for most of the anticipated threats to our mission. It was now "dawn" of day 7, and we were doing a final brief and equipment check before heading out.

"So, the current plan is still unchanged. We're headed for an exterior access point, and getting out of the hive for a while until things calm down a bit. In the process, we're going to run by that one cave we unearthed and pick up that STC that's hanging around, as well as deal with the Chozo statue that's sitting inside. Overall, this is expected to take at most four days until we hit the outer wall, and then past that it's anyone's game. Any objections so far?"

Mio chimed in after my recap. "I'm still unsure of why we don't just use the underground tunnel network. It should be MUCH easier, and they are set up for this kind of thing, after all."

"The answer is quite simple, I'm afraid." Harry answered. "Those tunnels are one of the first places to get locked down in an incident like this, and more to the point the underground in general is known by those with ears to the ground" he pointed to himself for emphasis "to be a place that you do not venture into lightly, if at all, unless one is invited. I would prefer to not invite more trouble than we already have."

"It's not just that, but also that we need some clear sky for a bit to get those spaceships a good exit vector from the hangar bay." I added in. "We're going to have to go outside no matter what. At least this way, we're doing it on our terms and not just running like mad. Hell, we could probably set up a mini-hive with some of the things we have access to, and use that as a base of operations for the rest of our objectives here before we get ready to leave Necromunda for good."

Mio didn't like it either way. "It still seems like a bad idea, but I have no further objections."

And with that, our plan was set. Now just to finish the final equipment check, and we would be on our way…

"Um...Satori?"

That immediately caught my attention, as I had never heard Mio that...hesitant, ever. I turned to give her my full attention.

"What is it?"

She, in turn, pointed at some of the gear we had lying around, awaiting our perusal. "Why does all the stuff look like it could have been in a museum? Seriously, these are fucking artworks compared to what I've seen before."

I blinked, and gave the gear a closer look. Sure enough, even the most basic of equipment looked like someone had taken the time and care to make sure that it was downright refined, to the point of nearly being overkill. This shit literally looked that good.

"...well crap."

I was pretty sure what had happened. Another of the more harmless abilities of the forge kicked in and had affected everything that we'd built over the last week. Specifically, it just made it look GOOD. I checked to see if Watts had left a skill log just to be sure, but for once there wasn't an update there, just the same blocking out of pending abilities coming through the pipe.

If nothing else, at least it wasn't super harmful, it just made our gear stand out more than it should have due to the blatantly obvious superior design and construction.

I sighed. "We should be good. The forge rarely kicks out things that are harmful without warning, after all. Just need to be careful about our visibility."

Mio nodded, and we continued our setup.

Not an hour later, we were on the move.

The caverns hadn't changed much since we'd trekked through two weeks ago, and there was surprisingly little traffic moving around the area. Mostly just various people minding their own business, likely in the process of some form or another of "questionable" activity. We didn't care as long as they left us alone. The glowing moss on the walls provided more than enough light to see by as we moved onward.

We'd proceeded silently, doing our best to retrace our steps back to the place where we'd found that STC...and I myself personally praying that it was still intact. The caves, now that I was paying attention, were unusually large for something that still looked like it was a natural outcropping, and even the little bits of support equipment and service pipes for the hive proper were old and disused. It once again made me curious as to what the hell was keeping the air fresh down here, as by all rights it should have been a toxic miasma.

With every bit of examination, this place felt more and more not right.

Even Rico was noticing it, clearly uneasy as he floated along beside us, covering our rear in case of ambush. At every turn, every juncture, he seemed to get ever more tense, almost as if he sensed something.

{Rico, what is it?}

{This place...it's wrong. I don't know how or why, but it is just wrong.}

I wished that I could assuage his fears, but I felt the same way.

The sounds of combat up ahead drew my attention back to the present. We traded looks at each other, and moved in slowly, taking care to not make much noise in the process.

We eventually came to a larger than usual cavern, with part of one wall looking to have been knocked down in some way, leading into a crevice of sorts. I didn't directly recognize the place as being somewhere we had been before.

What I did recognize was the large group of chaos cultists in a firefight with another force of some kind. I couldn't make them out from here, with all the movement, and there was unfortunately just enough light to spoil my normally great night vision so that I could not rely on that either.

I turned to Harry, who had a grim look on his face. "Any ideas?" I asked, making sure to keep my voice low.

Harry didn't turn from the fight. "None. I don't know who that other force is that the cultists are fighting, but I suspect that we got moving at about the right time. I would normally suggest that we move to assist, but if they happen to be the wrong faction we would only be revealing ourselves for no gain to those who would see us in chains, at a minimum."

"More likely dead, Harry." Mio quipped. "I suggest we let them duke it out and then check out the winners."

I frowned even as I started thinking on the tactical situation. Right now, the cultists were in more or less of a stalemate with the opposition forces, and looked to be in somewhat of a precarious position at that. Even the slightest push could topple them over into a full rout, if directed properly. And I wanted that rout. But was it worth being subjected to whoever was on the other side?

I gazed out into the dim light for a while more, watching the battle play out. The cultists seemed to be trying to fight their way into the open crevice, from which the opposing force was mounting a very solid defense. Weaponry was the usual Necromunda mix of lasguns and stubbers, with some of the defenders looking like they'd managed to get their hands on a bolter or lascannon at one point. At least I'd thought so, until a ray of light from within the crevice reached out and tagged one of the cultists, who immediately exploded into flames and ash.

I could feel Mio's focus shift almost immediately, and turned to her as she examined the effect. "That weapon...that was a Volkite weapon of some kind. And one in extremely good condition no less. Where the hell did those people get one of those?"

That settled one issue for me, as I knew damned well where they got it from. "I think that's our cavern. I was hoping we wouldn't get found out like this, but…"

Harry nodded. "Yeah, shit happens. Now, we need to...oh fuck."

He'd trailed off as the latest addition to the battlefield revealed itself: some kind of automaton of one kind or another. The faint pressure of the memories of a Magos Militant pushed forward in my mind and told me it was a corrupted version of an ancient and long discontinued walker-type power armor system, converted over to autonomous operation. And as I watched, dozens more began spilling into the cavern.

Well fuck. This was not good. Those poor bastards in the crevice wouldn't stand a chance, even with that Volkite gun they had in there. Not against those numbers.

I tuned to Harry, who was already looking in my direction, and nodded. "Last chance to back out."

Harry chuckled. "Not a chance."

Mio didn't bother with a verbal response, but I could clearly feel her will through our link.

Rico just looked onward, his face filled with a grim determination.

Guess we were all in agreement then.

With a practiced motion, I stepped out from the cover of the cavern exit we were stationed in, clearing the way for the rest to form up. And together, we began our advance onto the chaos forces.

None of them would survive this day. Not if we had anything to say about it.

This chapter kicked my ass, for various reasons. I apologize for the delay, and hope that I can get caught up to my "normal" schedule soon.

On the perks front, I had the CF discord roll me a set of perks that I would implement in story. the results...were scary. not all of them have been implemented yet, and I will list them in a separate column in the chapters they appear in. The list of the six perks are below.

To that end, I have modified my rolling for a bit, gaining only one perk per chapter until the combined total of perks are "paid off".

Perk for this chapter:

Artiste (Girl Genius SB) (100CP)

From acting to painting, there's a lot of call for people like you around here! Simply put, you have the skills and talent to be one of the greatest, finest artists of all time. Not just in any one field either. Your talent is boundless and unbelievable at everything remotely art-related you do. With the slightest effort, you could be a scintillating star in all fields from writing, painting, singing, underwater basket weaving... er, you get the idea. Crowds throng to listen to a concerto from you, and books you write may well cause knife fights between people wanting to buy them! Such is your talent that in but a handful of months you could become a celebrity every bit the equal of the Queen of the Dawn, or any other celebrity you've heard of. This also makes anything you do look unbelievably good, from your fighting which looks like a dance, to your clanks which all look like Things of Beauty and Grace even when stuffed chock-full of firepower.

Perks rolled by CF Discord below. Currently the first two are Active.

-Centurio Ordinatus (Warhammer 40k - Adeptus Mechanicus) (600CP)
You have been inducted into the Divisio Militarus, a branch of the adeptus mechanicus dedicated to the construction and operation of the Ordinatus war machines, mighty titan-scale siege weapons of unparalleled power. While the shielding and mobility systems that carry these devices into battle are relatively simple to create, you understand the intricacies of how physics and performance are affected by up-sizing technology. With sufficient data on the function of a humble lasgun or arc rifle to extrapolate from, you could smoothly transition that device to function when a hundred or more times larger - and to be appropriately more powerful than the simple multiplication of its output would suggest. The weapons you create and oversee are fit for a god-machine to wield, and the likes of Nova Cannons and weapons arrays on board the largest ships of the Mechanicus are also within your purview.

-Atop The World (The Legend of Zelda Breath of the Wild - TG) (600CP)
Walk this path carefully. This is the art that both saved, and destroyed Hyrule. You have unlocked knowledge of the greatest force multiplier the Sheikah were ever able to field - Large, walking, warmachines. You have a basic knowledge of the Sheikah's art of automation and robotics, with this alone giving you the knowledge to craft the small Guardians utilized by Shrines in combat tests, with the right materials. However, with enough resources and
development time...you could create constructs that could even rival the 4 great Divine Beasts. This is the pure expression of Power...just remember that Power must be tempered with Wisdom, and wielded with Courage. Power without restraint is the domain of Calamity Ganon, after all.

-Black Market (Ben 10 0.1) (600CP)
What, did you think it was all about cars? It's great as a hobby but you've got to make some money. To do that,you've got some connections. Whether it's some secure communication channels or meeting places, you've got your fingers in the criminal underworld of the universe. If you need to buy or sell something off the table these are the guys you want to call. If there's some kind of commercially available weapon, gadget, or vehicle of dubious legality you need to get and have its IDs removed, they can do it for pretty reasonable prices. They're not so good at finding super rare or unique items, but just about everything else is fair game. Just as well, if you need something to disappear or be sold, they'll take it off your hands and you will never see it again for a pretty substantial amount of cash. Pretty weirdly loyal for criminal underworld types too...as long as you don't sell them out or give them trouble, they'll be happy to do business with you wherever, whenever.

-Schizo-tech Expert (Arcanum: Of Steamworks And Magick Obscura) (400CP)
Technology advances in leaps and bounds, which may leave the enterprising inventor with some compatibility
issues. After all, upgrading the old model of steam-powered Automaton with an electromagnetic hydraulics system
may give it the dexterity to paint works of art as much as cleave your foes in half, but that's hardly a success if the
optical systems receive interference and rend your servitor blind! You've become exceedingly adept at integrating
multiple kinds of technology, especially when the various parts would normally be incompatible. Using different energy sources, blending outdated design principles with the latest advancements of the future and more are all within your grasp. Incredible!

-Ritual Pigments (Dishonored 2) (400CP)
A selection of paint pigments in more than a dozen colours, each colour conveniently prepared from precise
ingredients and according to very specific methods needed to use paintings as a ritual for conducting sympathetic
magic no need to wait for certain phases of the moon, nor collect certain weeds in a container made of a human skull. Put simply, what you paint in the painting can be imposed onto reality, or what is in reality can be transferred into the painting.

There are enough pigments here to do one painting which affects a room-sized area, allowing goods to be conjured, things within the area to be altered or removed, or to turn the painting itself into a room-sized pocket dimension. You could paint a painting of an empty room and add in a pile of silver to the painting, to sympathetically conjure a pile of silver into the real room, or you could paint a picture of the room without its door, which will magically remove the door from the wall of the real room, preventing all access.

Unfortunately painting ephemeral things souls, magic, auras, power still does not make them appear in reality. You could also use these paints to move something out of reality and into the painting, such as valuables or a prisoner, concealing or trapping them inside it. If you should possess Voidheart and Endless Black, you will find the scale of this power magnified you could create an entire world of phantasy within the painting to enter, or call forth from your canvas a change to affect an entire city.

-Oni Treasures (Touhou Forbidden Hermit) (400CP)
You have in your possession the four treasures of the Oni. The first is the Ibuki Gourd, a stylish large purple gourd
with a stopper that has been soaked in the extract of a Sake Bug. Even a little bit of water in here somehow multiplies into a vast quantity of sake, though it never produces more than the gourd can hold at a time. With this treasure, you could easily ensure you never spend another moment of your life sober. The second is Douju's Jar, a large waist-high pot full of an endless amount of edible oil with no unusual properties beyond tasting smooth and nice. Perhaps you might want to establish a deep-frying business? The third is the Hoshiguma Dish, a simple red sake dish that has the miraculous ability to raise the quality of any sake poured into it, making it taste much better and be far easier to drink. Note that the sake does not need to remain in the dish to benefit from the increased quality; pouring it into the dish and then pouring it out into another container is a perfectly valid way to amass a lot of high-quality sake. However, sake can only benefit from its blessing once. The fourth, and most potent, is the Ibaraki Box of a Hundred Medicines, a decorated sake box that can hold two litres of liquid at a time. Should a healthy person drink alcohol from the sake box, it temporarily grants them the strength of an Oni for a day at the price of shifting their personality to be like an Oni's (read: crude, brash, coarse, loud and belligerent) until it wears off. If a sick, injured or otherwise unhealthy person drinks from it, however, it cures all of their ailments barring incurable mutilation from powerful magical relics at the small cost of permanently transforming their body into that of an Oni – though some might say this is simply another bonus. If a lot of people were to drink from this box, you can be assured it would cause incredible amounts of chaos .