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Chapter 4: Tearing down, and building up

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Part 3

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13 April 2011

Fugly Bob' s

Brockton Bay

Thinking about what place could properly feed a hungry Krogan, I finally chose the infamous Fugly Bob. A few of their Challengers sounded like they might just hit the spot right, and at least the first one might be free too!

It was a continuous surprise not to see the suspicious looks a Krogan got everywhere he went in a civilized society. Instead, excited whispers and camera flashes followed me when I made my way on the busier streets. Entering Fugly Bob's got me nothing more than excited chatter and a few more camera flashes. It was weird. Eh, humans.

"Hello, there!" I happily greeted the girl behind the counter, valiantly trying not to look at her outfit. The colors might have been eye-catching for a human. They made me want to look around for a Klixen ready to pounce from around the counter. I ignored the instinct. "Let's start with three Challengers and something to wash them through…" I trailed off and looked to the menu, wondering what beverage would be tasty in my new body. Cola had caffeine, right? Coffee beans were great, like chips for a human, but not exactly what I would like to drink.

"Three challengers?" The girl looked me up and down. "Sure. Just to be clear, for capes, only the first one is free if they can eat it. Otherwise, someone could eat us out of business."

"That's not a problem. Just keep them going. I might want a few for home as well."

"It's your heart." The girl shrugged as she wrote down my order.

"I have more than enough hearts to deal with a few Challengers." I boasted with a grin.

"I've heard it all before. It's your funeral."

I nodded and looked around for a place to seat that could handle my weight.

"The table and chairs in the corner are reinforced." The girl helpfully pointed out. I nodded and headed there after paying and collecting my drinks – the largest milkshake they had, along with two of the biggest bottles of water on sale, which for the record, were tiny.

At that point, I regretted I still didn't have the time and tools to build myself a proper omni-tool. Accessing the internet with the PRT phone was a slow and tedious process. The same went about using bounty money to begin placing orders for raw materials and industrial equipment. That would make using any tinker power I might pick up later much easier.

Let me tell you, using the claw of a single huge finger on a 2011 phone to type was no fun. Getting myself an omni-tool suddenly increased in priority a lot.

Soon enough, I got my first Challenger served. There were two or three large meat patties inside – it was hard to tell below all the crispy bacon and melted cheese. Steak sauce liberally bathed everything. It was all topped over by a mixture of ketchup and mustard sauce. There were a lot of fries too, at least if you were a human. For me, now this murder in a dish was nothing more than an appetizer.

"Thank you!" I grinned at the waitress and dug in, quickly devouring the fatty goodness. "That went right into the hump!" I announced happily after polishing off what little was left of the Challenger and went to munch on the fries until the next one was ready.

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Topic: Alien in the Bay

In: Boards ► Brockton Bay

Bagrat (Original Poster) (Veteran Member) (The Guy in the Know)

Posted On Apr 11th, 2011:

I'm a bit late for the show, however, I come bringing accurate information! The new Case 53 running around Brockton Bay? He's actually a Case 53 but a dimensionally displaced Alien. Contacts in the PRT confirmed that earlier this morning and will be making an official announcement soon. Apparently, his arrival is the reason for the fireworks at Brockton Bay's docks a few days ago.

His name is Urdnot Wrex, and from what I could gather, he is a former intergalactic mercenary, who retired as an alien Warlord uniting his species or something in that vein. As I said, details are a bit scarce. Comment, speculate, and try not to embarrass us all in front of our interstellar guest!

That's not too much to as for, surely?

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►Brocktonite03 (Veteran Member)

Replied On Apr 13th, 2011:

I just minded my business, eating a burger at Fugly's, when this huge alien thing walked in and politely ordered a bunch of Challengers! Pictures here! Pick 1, Pick 2, Pick 3. He then sat down, fiddled with a phone, and demolished the first Challenger like it's no one's business! Pick 4.

Those rumors that the government picked him up to experiment on were fake.

►Thatdude

Replied On Apr 13th, 2011:

I've seen those things! They're a heart attack waiting to happen! How the hell did he eat... How many of them did he manage to eat anyway?

►Brocktonite03 (Veteran Member)

Replied On Apr 13th, 2011:

At least three by the time I had to leave for work. That's both the Challengers and the large side of fries they come with.

►BadSamurai (Banned)

Replied On Apr 13th, 2011:

We'll have revenge for Lung!

►Fafnir (Moderator)

Replied On Apr 13th, 2011:

Won't you ABB folks learn? Threats are a no-go.

BadSamurai, enjoy your two weeks ban. Seriously people, we already had to lock down this thread once to clean it up and ban people! Don't make us do it again!

►Valkyr (Wiki Warrior)

Replied On Apr 13th, 2011:

Who cares about what Wrex eats?! Let's go back to the important topic! Who are we going to ship him with? Alexandria? Our fair lady Dragon? Is someone local to Brockton Bay? Perhaps Miss Militia? She has all the guns, right? That's something an alien mercenary might be into?

►Answer Key

Replied On Apr 13th, 2011:

Valkyr, just no! We don't want an interplanetary accident or something!

►Valkyr (Wiki Warrior)

Replied On Apr 13th, 2011:

Why not? Did all the popular sci-fi and fanfiction lie to me? Our new, Lung-vanquishing alien warlord needs waifus, damn it!

►Bagrat (Original Poster) (Veteran Member) (The Guy in the Know)

Replied On Apr 13th, 2011:

And there I was, hoping we wouldn't embarrass ourselves in front of the first genuine alien we met. At least XxVoid_CowboyxX is still banned, right?

Now, on a more serious tone. I've heard a rumor that the disturbances in BB two nights ago were partially Wrex's fault. Things are very hush-hush right now. However, my sources indicate that a few of my sources indicate the PRT ENE, along with Wrex and independents raided the lair of local villain Coil. There is no more information at this time.

►AllSeeingEye (Verified Knows it all) (Unverified Cape)

Replied On Apr 13th, 2011:

Coil was bad mojo. He recruited me at gunpoint and was a bonafide crazy Bond villain. A few days ago, that damn dinosaur approached a few other people with a deal and me to take care of the snake.

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Interlude: Jackie Black

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12 April 2011

Brockton Bay

Being a part Asian in Brockton Bay sucked rotten eggs. Only his Grandma could be called a proper Asian if you squinted. His Ma was Irish, and less said about his little sister the better.

That didn't stop the ABB and Lung from claiming Jackie as one of their own, and it wasn't like he had much of a choice. There was no work unless you were a lucky bastard or were a Nazi. Well, there was a problem with that – Jackie's Da was kind of dark-skinned, which was only natural because his Grandpa was black. And a Marine on Okinawa, where he met Grandma. That hadn't been a problem until the Kaiju Leviathan sunk Kyushu and the surviving Blacks ended up at Brockton Bay as refuges.

They were Asian enough for Lung's tastes. Then, there was the implied threat. If the Blacks weren't Asian enough, then Jackie's Ma and little sister might end up as whores, 'volunteering' for one of the ABB's whorehouses.

That was how Jackie's sordid career as a normie gangster began.

He used to think that Lung, and that silent like a ghost psycho, Oni Lee were bad enough.

Bakuda opened his eyes, however, it was not too little, too late to do anything.

Jackie fidgeted, fighting the need to scratch the side of his neck where bad stitching held his skin closed. There was a bomb in there. Jackie could feel the odd-shaped metal and other bits every time he took a breath, exhaled, or swallowed anything.

The same was true for when he turned his head in any direction.

Jackie was one of the lucky ones – there were more than a few poor bastards with bombs in their heads, and some of them weren't all here anymore.

That was bad enough. The fact that Ma, Da, and his little sister were nearby, with bombs in their necks as well – like insurance, according to the crazy bomb maker, made everything so much worse.

They weren't alone either. He was a group of a hundred ABB soldiers and lieutenants. Bakuda modified them all, along with members of their families.

"Listen, you bitches!" Bakuda strutted out of her workshop, holding a grenade launcher. The lenses of her gas mask glowed ominously red, like demon eyes. "In a couple of days, we're going to spring Lung out and hit the Nazi pansies where it hurts!" The crazy tinker declared. "Until then, you're going out to get me more people – ABB, their families, I don't care! The useless civies will be going Downtown causing havoc, while the rest of us, we'll do the real job!"

"What are you doing still here?" Bakuda glowered. "I need more people to work with, go and get them!"

That was how, Jackie found himself assaulting random people all over ABB territory, and dragging them to Bakuda to get bombs implanted in their necks. While he hated doing so, his family was more important. Besides, it wasn't like the police or the Protectorate could do anything. The former was chock-full with Nazis, who would love to see anyone with a drop of Asian blood blow up. The murderous bastards would fit right in with Bakuda.

And the Protectorate was useless – anyone working for a gang in Brockton Bay intimately knew that truth.

Sadly, Jackie's best bet now was they could liberate Lung, so the Dragon could deal with his crazy tinker. Meanwhile, he had to struggle alone with his fear and anger.

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Interlude: Contingency

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14 April 2011
Brockton Bay

Early in the morning, a tinkertech phone failed to silently ring. It was hidden within the brick wall of a seemingly abandoned factory near the Docks and linked up to the city's old landline phone network.

When that happened, the phone sent a series on the internet, priming various data packages for release. When Coil missed a second check-up at noon, the second series of messages went through. It ensured that the first wave of revelations would happen as scheduled, and primed more data packets for release.

At eight in the evening, Coil failed his last chance to stop his dead-man's contingency. The phone sent a final message, before fusing itself into a ball of useless scrap.

Dozens of sites, only a few affiliated with the Empire 88, or other Nazi organizations, received a carefully edited data dump. It included all the civilian identities of the Empire's parahumans, details about where they lived and worked. The data went to significant lengths to expose Medhall as a front, not only laundering money for the Nazis but directly financing them.

Between the stock crash, and the inevitable investigations, not to mention, how many Empire 88 members had day jobs with the corporation, it would take a miracle if Medhall didn't go under, further crippling Brockton Bay.

All leads would point at the Protectorate ENE having the released data and using it to cripple the Empire to prevent it from taking uncontested control of the city.

Hours later, a second strike would follow – the exposure of Protectorate and Wards identities, including data on their families, all over the eastern part of the country. This breach of both written and unwritten rules would fall solely at Empire 88 feet, setting them up for an unavoidable confrontation with the Protectorate.

The third strike would be slow and methodical. It was meant to cripple as much of the civilian government in the state by exposing an incredible amount of corruption. That would sow more chaos and undermine what little faith people had in the system.

By the time the dust settles, Coil would have had his vengeance from beyond the grave.