Author notes: and here we go, another chapter


Chapter 5, 1.4

When I woke up for the second time, I was not alone. There were three other people in this room with me now. One seemed to be an obese woman in a hazmat suit. The other looks like a teenage woman in a costume… like you'd find at a Comicon. Then there was a man in a set of blue power armor, with a visor covering his upper face, it made him look like he was trying to cosplay as Robocop… but blue.

I proceeded to look around suspiciously. If my guts were right in the first place about me being in worm, then these three might as well be Panacea, obese women number 1, and finally the master of arms, or how I used to refer to him as: Knockoff Ironman. And these three were somewhat important if my paranoia was correct. Now that I thought back on it…

'Ancestors, was it THAT long ago, Worm was being published around 2011… the current year back home, it was 2100, so essentially, I'm approximately 90 years in the past… don't think about the complications about that don't think about the complications about that don't think about the complications about that don't think about the complications about that don't think about the complications about that don't think about the complications about that don't think about the complications about that don't think about the complications about that!' I thought to myself.

It was kind of getting a bit quiet, as everyone in the room hasn't spoken whatsoever, so, I decided to start introductions, so here it goes. "Good morning-." but then I was interrupted by the armored man. "It's the afternoon." He said interrupting me. To which irritated me.

People like that, those who move to correct you just before you finished speaking really got on my nerves. It doesn't have to be like a monologue or whatever, if the person moves to correct you in introductions, it is so irritating.

I proceeded to narrow my scaled eyebrows. "Ok, good afternoon, shall we start introductions now, before I start getting a visible headache. How about we start from shortest to tallest, meaning this young woman can go first. So young lady, may I know your name please?" I asked, I didn't want to waste any more time.

The young, costumed woman suddenly looked nervous, and smelt nervous. How did I know she smelt nervous… oh, uh, yeah, Saurians have extremely great sense of smell. A saurian could smell up to three and a half kilometers away. And a Saurian could smell hormones and all that nonsense that includes emotions… it makes it even more difficult when your around teenagers in general. You know… because all teenagers are is just uncontrollable hormones. 'SO GLAD I DON'T HAVE TO DEAL WITH CHILD SAURIANS!' I mentally yelled.

"I… erm… I am Panacea, sir. I'm a cape, and I heal people." She nervously replied. She seemed to be… nervous.

"It is nice to meet you, Young Panacea. Next is the women who seems to be impatient and wants to get to business, may I know your name please?" I asked kindly and politely as best as I could. If I remember correctly, she is a woman dealing with a lot of stress, or if my guts are right, then this is Piggot, a woman in power that hates parahumans for some reason I can't clearly remember, but since capes became a thing, she must deal with a lot of stress. I exactly know that stress feels like.

"I am Emily Piggot, director of the ENE branch of the PRT and Protectorate. It is nice to meet you and all. I am a busy woman. I don't have all day." She said, looking tiredly. I nodded in understanding, as I too was once a busy man as well. Wars don't exactly leave any chances to take a break from all the stress that can build up as a result of it. Especially if you must be forced to be king of your people against your will.

Here is the thing about how many Saurian leaders are chosen, if you are a good person, and accidentally do something that gets everyone into an unwanted mess, said person is chosen to lead the people out of that mess. I was picked as king of my species to fight against Torr-khans khaganate, as well as… maybe sort of accidentally bring about the birth of Saurian race. Yeah, back before I became a Saurian, I used to be a biologist… and I was messing with some DNA at a facility that I was employed at, and… This DNA also just happened to be several hundred samples of dinosaur and pterosaur DNA… and an accident happened… and boom, you have the birth of a new hybrid race… I don't want to get into the details of it. Getting off track, I return my attention to the conversation.

"It is nice to meet you, I can understand how it's like to be busy. Now, next is knockoff ironman, what is your name, be warned, if you do not tell me your name, I will refer to you as knockoff ironman." I warned him, as I was willing enough to carry through with the name.

I swore I heard Panacea whisper something akin to, "What's an Ironman?" she whispered. Oh, that's great, my enhanced hearing is still working, thank you being a Saurian.

To which he groaned and put his hand to his face, "I am Armsmaster, local tinker and overseer of a group of capes known as the wards, a team of adolescent capes. Now may you introduce yourself, or do you not remember your name?" he stated, as he was sort of irritated from my comment. 'Hmmm, does this mean he knows what I'm referencing?' I thought.

To which, I chuckled and responded, "Oh I do remember my name, in fact, I have two names. My name is Claw Guk, former leader of my people, my kind are called Saurians. A race of hybrid humanoids who were either once a human or born a saurian. My second name is name I haven't gone by in a long time, even since my… 'forced' appointment as ruler. A name I used when I was a vigilante, but my question before I reveal it is this: has the name Dinoman been taken already in this universe, by a superhero or villain." I asked, looking at them.

Since I ended up here, and there's a ticking time bomb of an entity that is scion, I knew that I wouldn't be living off in the mountains for long before that thing goes berserk, and before I knew it, the mountain I was living on is blown to smithereens without my input. If the mountain I was living on is blown up, it is going to be on my own terms, not some space whale. So, I have decided to make my mark on this world… and be an investigator at best. Now look, I am not the kind of person to go willy nilly and go and fight crime… ok I am kind of the type of person to do that, but in a world like worm, I am going to have to sit back and be analytical on my movement, because there's all the separate factions, and I am hoping to be an independent… investigator, not a cape, and do my own thing. Like investigate murder scenes and all that, but if I am forced to join a side, I might as well join the protectorate, since I don't want to work with racists and druggies, because that's what the ABB and merchants and the E88 are… if I remember correctly, there was a game called Racists and Druggies somewhere in the late 2020's.

As Armsmaster searched on this data pad, I turned to Panacea. "So, as we wait, I want to ask you something kid, are you feeling ok, I can only imagine the kind of weight you are under if your main power is healing and something something, emotional pain or whatever, I don't know, just tell me how you are feeling. Unless you're not wanting to be a bit open and all about your feelings." I asked, because she specifically needed some help. 'Now that I think about it… why don't hero capes or just capes in general get therapists?' I thought before mentally shrugging it off with the assumption of the shards. 'Wait that's probably what the shards don't want their hosts doing. So instead of seeking out therapists, they whisper into their hosts ears and manipulate them into more conflict… no wait that's exactly what they do for real.' I thought.

Panacea then rubbed the back of her head and then responded, "uh… well… I'm doing ok… I guess." She lied, because deep down she needed help, but I wasn't going to say anything further on the subject. 'It's the thought that counts, I hope…' I thought to myself.

Then Armsmaster finally replied, "From what the protectorate records say, the name isn't taken, but are you really certain you want this to be your cape name here?" he asked, this time a bit more genuine.

It gave me a moment to think it out, 'On one talon, if I keep the name, and somehow someone who's been to my earth and heard of me, they will come looking for me. But on the other talon, that would also attract anyone that survived the crash, and they were on the side of the khaganate, they could have left before the local authorities could even catch them, they would know that I survived.' I thought, weighing my options. Then I decided against wearing the title again.

"No, it is a name that I would rather leave resting. I am, in human years, a ninety-five years old, and I would rather not remind myself the shear idiocy of young me. But in saurian years, I am but like… 19 to 27 years old. So, I can still go out and fight crime, whether it be through a baseball bat, or with my talons, or my axe that I oh so dearly love, whether I fight crime directly or indirectly by being an investigator, because I am still in my youth. So, just to spice things up, my name that will be known to the public, will be this: Saurian. Now, you may ask your questions on the things I have said." I finished speaking, expecting the director and armsmaster to ask a lot of questions. But what I did not expect was to be prodded for answers form lil old Panacea. Kids, always the inquisitive ones.

Like for example, she asked if I was ok with her giving me a new right leg, to which I declined, because of personal reasons. And another being how well the genetic engineering back home was. Oh, and whether or not I was still hungry and thirsty.

"So, what are you a hybrid of?" Panacea asked, to which made me think this 'Did she have a look into my DNA?' I thought to myself.

"Uh, I'm a hybrid between a human and several dinosaur and pterosaur etc. species. And no, I was not grown in a tube, I actually used to be a human being." I answered. Then armsmaster seemed curious.

"Hmmm, are the dinosaurs in your universe still alive?" he asked. To which I shook my head.

"Nope, died out around 65 million years ago. Their only living relatives are birds." I stated.

"Then how did you get the samples in the first place?" Panacea asked.

"Well, you see, we took samples from fossils and all that." I answered.

To which Panacea raised an eyebrow, "If it doesn't involve capes, then… urk, if I remember correctly, DNA decomposes at a faster rate than millions of years… unless DNA in your universe decomposes ridiculously slow." She said as she started holding her head.

'Wait… what? DNA decomposes at a different rate here?' I thought, shocked. 'Something like this… I mean, like, Worm only diverged from my home universe around the 1970's, how is that even… GUR… this is frustrating!' I mentally yelled.

"I… don't know, maybe different laws of DNA degradation in both of our universe's or something big must've happened back in my universe that I am unaware of.

"Ok… what year is it where you're from?" Piggot asked. To which I responded.

"it's 2100 back home, turning to 2101 some time soon. Say… what is todays date?" I asked.

"Oh, it's December 31st 2010… wait director… this means they're from some time in the future from where he's from. Say, what is the actual state of humans?" Armsmaster asked.

"Both humans and saurians have… left the earth… we built several evacuation ships and left for the stars." I answered.

That response apparently shocked them for some reason…


Meanwhile at the docks, near ABB territory…

Point of view: ?

As I walked through the alley way, I mentally cursed claw for ending up in the hands of the local authority of this universe. It's been a few days since ending up here, and just right before I could reach him, he's picked up by a soldier or something. So, I moved to research what was currently going on this version of earth from going on the local digital network, the timescale was back nearly a century, and the concept of superheroes existed as an actual real thing that wasn't Claw running around in spandex and fighting off terrorists before that whole war of his and his former friend broke out.

As I continued my way, through the alley way, my face concealed by my faceplate, hiding my inhuman appearance, wearing a red trench coat as I made my through. I knew that I had to do something, something big in order to get Claws attention, because I knew him, end up in universe like this one, he's going to return to the life of fighting crime once he gets the chance. I would know, because just like him, I knew this world was in dire need of someone who gets rid of the parasites that are feeding off this planet. But unlike him, I'm… more subtle.

As I got halfway through another alley way, I was suddenly ambushed by a few gangsters from the local gang known as "the Azn bad boys". Then they started threatening me in Korean, not knowing, that I could fully understand what they were saying.

"He looks like good prey, doesn't he?" one of them said, another nodding in confirmation.

But then another gangster commented on the one key trait that was a part of my body, "Uh… is this guy some cape… he… he has four horns." He pointed out.

Then… I spoke, in perfect Korean, "That is because they are my horns, for I am a Devil who punishes those who hurt others… and you… are… my… prey." I spoke out, before they started to scream… as I started to kill.


Authors Notes: Ok there's chapter 5 1.4

Now to answer Onoxio's question on the question about the simurgh, it's very spoilery, and about the inserts, I don't really have a comment on that, but I am sorry if it is kind of hard to get into this.

Anyways, give me feedback, it is appreciated.