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Shot 2: Sweet Jesus!
Sometime Late 2017 to Early 2018
Kane grimaced "Any termination of pregnancy during the Desperate Eve Protocol other than by birth results in your body trying again, immediately."
"Right, so basically I'm stuck on Immaculate Conception Mode until this event is over and I get landed with at least two male semi-clones. So, any other female Immortals get this shit happening to them in known history?" In other words, Hannah was trying to figure out how many claims of Immaculate Conception in history were true.
"Well, there was one who wasn't anywhere close to us in gene set, who didn't even spec like most even halfway-to-us genotypes would, but who somehow had the DEP activate…"
Hannah sighed, wishing Kane had taught her more about the standard Hatchery Form (sometimes termed Hive Guardian, but since a certain game series already occupied the terminology the less politically correct alternative was used) Psionic artillery abilities (Apparently the "Torpedo Tits" trope is only a few thousand years younger than Mitochondrial Eve?) earlier, then she wouldn't need to stand for this except for saving on a uniform's cost, if that. And she really needed to get him to teach her how to fly using Psionics too… assuming it was even possible for psychic strains who didn't have wings, sacs, or some other sort of thrust control surface necessary for psionic code activation and reality-hacking… "Ave Maria?"
Kane nodded.
He regretted it shortly thereafter, despite almost dodging the punch completely.
Over a decade later…
"Why else would I need this visor to cover my disfigurement? The Ion Cannon can only burn flesh, but a sufficiently angered psychic channelling her power to the limit… even against a much older and stronger opponent it burns the mind, the soul and any flesh that tries to synchronize with that mind and soul! And I couldn't counter-strike her enough out of fear of doing noticeable damage! You do realize I was trying to stay hidden at the time?"
"I think he's finally lost it for real." General Solomon said in wonder to his aide at Kane's impassioned ranting over this video greeting that came shortly after the official beginning of the Second Dust War. Apparently Solomon had touched upon a painful subject for the ancient enigma of a man when he'd asked why the hell Kane had a visor over half his face… "Hey, are you sure the Ion Cannon didn't fry your brain?"
A/N: What happens if we interpret Kane's visor differently?
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