One more session with Mr. Psychiatrist, and today's somewhat of a complicated topic. Not much of a hard to talk about thing, just…. A little too personal and embarrassing to be talking about even to your damned psychological expert.
"Then… what exactly you all are? Without the masks and Duty fulfilling?"
Stingy as it is, WE FOUR here are a bit at a loss, enough to be a problem, it's probably a better idea to talk with this stoic guy than let that annoy OUR minds. That's the only reason this even came in today's session.
"Each of US? People who do work just so WE can enjoy what we like, and the kind of Hobbies and Tastes that most would find… weird or inappropriate to speak publicly."
"How bad?"
A dead silence fills, is that enough for an answer?
"Riiiight…. Can each of you talk with me then?"
"…Yeah…."
Changing who's at the helm is easy, since WE FOUR had come to a fine policy for that and Artoria aside, enough of a sense of mutual trust and understanding to do so without much protesting. A hiccup or two every now and then happens, mostly our fourth member acting up at times, often when food is involved. CHILD in control, the mannerisms changed a bit.
"CHILD, right?"
"Correct, albeit I had more than enough lifetimes to be an ADULT…."
"The name stuck with you…. So…. Deal with it?"
A sigh and I let it go, not today's topic related to me, the CHILD, no, the topic is…. Even more embarrassing for me than any other topic.
"Back to the point, could you tell me what you exactly find…. As a Hobby of yours?"
"Sweets…. And Drawing."
His gaze was troubling, details details. Hnnngh.
"I like… drawing…. Some weird things…"
"Let me guess…. Ero-Horror? With tints of Hyper?"
That the oh so Might and respectable Tanya von Degurechaff was now Curling, hiding her face and Steam is visibly coming from her own face would be the peak of comedy. If I WASN'T ALSO part of her…. And just got my damned Weird as fuck Hobby revealed.
A good Five minutes for myself to regain SOME semblance of composure and we continue.
"Yes, yes, I like that kind of things…. And Other things in the Private web search side of online browsing."
This time he doesn't spill more beans, thank the fucking plot.
"May SALARYMAN come?"
Him in the helm, comes a his typical tics, including the fixing the position of a nonexistent pair of Glasses.
"Hobbies…. Cooking, Music and reading. And obviously I DO have a list of genres and stuff a bit too much to be talked with others in public."
Unsurprised, he noted on his notepad.
"Any examples? You all in there know me enough, I wouldn't breach Doctor-Patient Trust manners."
Sighing, it can't be helped. I do as he asked
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{One long ass laundry list of some specific Nsite tags listing later}
"Well…. Oddly honest and Open of you of all."
"As if they all don't know it already."
He shrugs, then asks for SOLDIER, once more, a change in who's in the helm of Tanya.
"Me? If I could marry my gun, I would. On deeper thought…. I can."
"Go on."
"I like combat, like the real deadly shit, I am just decent of not wanting WARS to have my fill. Next are Weapons, Firearms, Blades, and Explosives…. Also, since I got to see T-dolls, I am considering if a Harem of them is Legal."
For a first in OUR time doing Therapy with him, his expression changes to a very brief laugh.
"Anything else?"
"No."
He ends noting that topic, then moves to another.
"Still about you FOUR and being who you truly are. What exactly you all feel is reprehensible? Aside the more "niche" tastes."
A good point, honestly, what are our Personality issues WE fear would be too much for others? There's some.
"For Starters, Itching for Adrenaline, and not at the levels merely Extreme Flying like a Mage will cut. Then comes the GIRL's tastes, and brutal honesty. SALARYMAN should be obvious. Artoria… so far? Maybe she feels way too at home playing the mask?"
"So for you who's the one in control almost all the time, your LOVE for Death courting levels of Thrilling action? Isn't that why many ended labelling you as a 'war maniac'?"
"… Maybe…"
"That alone is one example, but YOURSELVES have appeared here and there in your time in this world back then, even as you all worn those Masks. Not all were negative, and most accepted you had a love for Adrenaline highs. Being a bit of yourselves in daily Life isn't bad, moderation is key here."
From there, it was just more or less his Opinion and suggestions about that and our uniqueness in tastes. Once done, it was a good time to go relax a bit, I should see how Berun is going, the recovery is still ongoing at speedy steps, but it's not safe until you arrive home. The streets were livelier, better than when I first saw things, not like in the 1970s and 1980s, but it has been a marked improvement, the Mark has finally began to reenter the Local economy as an accepted Currency, and now, only Marks and Kcoins, a recently made Crypto based currency, its intrinsic value was tied to the Gold Mark, so there's a floor to its worth, and is under care of the Degurechaff Estate, so people have taken to using it very quickly.
Our current Aerial Mage forces still are In training, but most have already passed the Essential training block of their regimen, so if necessary, an emergency mass call of them can be done and yield Mages that have more or less a Similar Training background to what my 203rd had back then. The Air force Pilots are well adjusted to our new Aircraft models and the Ground Army has finally received the last of the second Batch of Tanks and IFVs.
The Kpz-404 was tested and approved as soon the Prototype came for evaluation, and now, a small Force was available for Prolonged testing in field conditions, Still would be good if Our forces could get a proper arsenal sooner. The Werwolfe IFV has hit a few kinks, including damn spontaneous engine Fires, so for now, a Test Platoon was sent to make sure all issues and end user needs are taken care of.
So far, things have been going fine. It's always those moments where some fucker decides to ruin things. Walking around some more, I call it a day and return home, as me and Kaiserin arrive, Stahl 2 is waiting us. Surely the news will be as Good as eating K-brot, no water or drinks allowed.
"Good and Bad news, which one first?"
"Give me the punch first."
"Enemy Strategic Class Magician coming for you, no ETA but we expect no longer than in a Week."
Oh, so they are throwing a hot potato at my hands? Fucking hell.
"How bad it is?"
"The bastard was kept sealed in a Chinese Maximum-security facility for reasons, unstable, and blames his misery on the Person who ended the person his DNA comes from. You."
"DNA? He's an Artificial Human?"
He nods, just great, just HAD to be Chinese idiots to go doing one Wrong move after another and forcing others to wipe their problem alongside their arses.
"The Good news?"
He takes the Large Armored Briefcase one of his subordinates had been holding onto, once he Opens, I see quite the gift.
"A LmG11? What's different?"
"Custom made, will handle Your Mana just fine, 7,62mm High Velocity Sabot ammo, DU core penetrator, and a Tungsten-Titanium Carbide alloy variant of it are available. 3 round Burst fire at 2100 RPM, Full auto is at a firm 750RPM for 7,62 rifles. This is being Tested by ARMS TRIGGER Ballistic Firearms and Gunnery labs, it's an improved model of the LmG11K2 you got to Test back then."
"How good it will be against the sucker?"
"Good enough, Stahl 1, 2 and 3 will be nearby to help you if necessary."
"Fine, where should the fight be at? I hope you aren't going to suggest a City like Berun."
A Faint smile, on Stahl 2, Miller, that means I can take the idea. Most likely, but even he is not above some fucking annoying suggestions. Just like his cousin, Stahl 1 no less.
A Week Later, Border area between Dacia and Magma Rumelia
For a Strategic Class Magician, the trick is a dumb and simple it can be, basically if the environment is appropriate, such as our current battlefield, the bastard can turn a good chunk of it into a Cooker, the kind needed to Distill Petrol into its many usable components. Maybe even more if ambient conditions were even better, last of his data was showing the worst of his path.
But that's just Idle thoughts now, because I am here, flying and evading his stupid bland attacks, Yeah, It's cool an all he can fire such an insane amount of Beams that vibrate what's hit until it melts, but even a Mage's Passive shield is not affected by that, what even should be a supposed issue for anyone, the dangerously rising ambient temperatures, currently just past the 75 Degrees Celsius, for a Mage, is nothing, keeping a Thermal insulation spell is basic of basics, and even an area shield of it is possible to make this attack useless. The surroundings? Thanks to some planning, this is not even an area of use for Dacia's Economy.
The annoyance is rather the current stalemate, one day before we met here, Mike comes with an annoying intel, bastard escaped after a highly experimental Collapse matter Serum was used, so he's gradually becoming a damn SIMP, Silicified Infectious Mass Producer, or basically, he IS a WALKING BIOWEAPON, spreading chunks of his decaying body as lumps of Silicified matter that can infect others, is a pain in the ass to remove and clean, as well as requiring specialized disposable hardware. That also means I shouldn't go wild into Melee range.
And trying to gun the fucker is proving hard, most of his Body and brain had decayed into Collapse matter, so even a Headshot failed to end this sod's Misery and gunning him is as quick and cost effective as trying to Punch an US sociopathic Senator who's on Steroids made of Nanomachines that harden in response to Trauma to death. I had already to make a fifth resupply on ammo, and the Longer he keeps somehow being hellbent on hurting me and thus spreading more of that shit, the harder it will be to clean this later.
"UUugh auuugh AHHHHHH"
"Shut the fuck up."
I Burst him three times, hitting his right limb and it finally separates from him, now he's one leg, a stump of his left arm, a chunk of his upper cranium and brain missing and bleeding a disgusting dark green glowing substance. Truly Li Shusheng was a Pitiful existence, seeing a Brainwashed faulty clone of an also Betrayed, abused, and turned into a Crazy monster out of control Chinese man of older times. Still, he's a fucking Threat to me, OZEV and the world, so, apologies but can you RIP?
I kept firing, Explosives spells weren't of much use or safe to do on him, the stage of Collapse Infection he's already at mean it's basically ill advised using explosions on his body, Collapse matter needs temperatures far in excess of even some RMKB reactors in peak power output at their cores to even turn into a less solid hazard, straight into deadly fumes, full blown Annihilation of it entirely would mandate an inordinate amount of power. So I am stuck using Piercing and Incendiary formulas in the ammo to slowly scape his waning life faster.
One more hour and finally, he's dead. When he went for one last attempt, splattering what remained of his body on a special Active Shield I used when he tried such. A composite Protection formula that blocks his stuff and Radiation from passing through. The area he cooked to a charred wasteland had long cooled, his brain had degraded too much half an hour before death, too much to sustain the Spell used to do what he did here. So I landed, ready for the next round right away.
PAAAANG
My passive shell flickers, a 12.7x108, Rus Fifty cal. One glance and I see it, quite the numbers, most are those so called Paradeus units, some Cyborgs that have as mook level gear it can get, aside those HF Swords they wield, mass produced or not, they ARE high end Melee weapons. Magic comms would likely not be tapped, but likely noticed with a basic Mana radar, which is guaranteed if this much of the WEF's Main RUSS and Middle Eastern trouble fabricators assets have been relocated against me.
[Stahl 1, how's the situation?]
If mana comms are risky, we can always use the wonderful magical handwaving of nanomachines instead, Codec comms to this day are unbreakable and can be used handily in a medium Area like this to speak with friendly units with no risk of it being heard, noticed or jacked.
[Fraulein, All cleared, no exits, they can be wiped, me, Stahl 2 and 3 are already coming, feel free to engage.]
[Wunderbar.]
Ah well, since it's no problem, then don't mind US…. Ha… haha… hahahaha… yeah, I can't help, but laugh, and Smile. Sorry for it Artoria, but you see…. While SOLDIER is the Adrenaline Junkie in the helm most of the time, none of US here disagree… that this is great.
"Well, apologies to all of you made into Murder tools. But isn't death so cute?"
Cyborg or not, specialized in CQC or not, Shields or no Shields, Shredding the enemies is oh so great, better yet as all I am destroying have been used and would be further used to lay waste to Innocent lives, so no regrets, no pity…. No mercy.
"Come on! Is THAT ALL YOU'VE GOT?"
BAM BAM
Explosions near my ground, not even a care if Friendly fire happens, such lethal tools, yet used with a level of disposability telling how little the ones masterminding things care about the material and humane costs of their plans. The attackers, Doppelsoldners if I am calling them right, Heavy Mechs with a Shield system, two 30mm AGS AGL for weapons as well as a pair of 8 tube Grenade launchers made to spread an instantaneous salvo of those 30mm HE munitions at a target area. Slice and Dice, done, four of them gone.
The Cyborgs are supposedly above what human me should be capable of, sorry, I'm not "human" in the Biological sense, but good try, some CQC and Sistema hand to hand at the duo of Elite units about to try a crossed attack on me with those blades and I parry or redirect those swings, guess they weren't counting on me being strong to the degree I can match those carbon nanotube Musculature laced limbs.
Disposed of those, I make a quick climb to 10m high as a small squad of Robotic Infantry using a Laser cannon bazooka style fire a la Francois style salvos at me, some try chasing me with the beams and coordinating with the Infantry units as well the Heavily Modified Bradley IFVs of Paradeus make. With a brutal return fire of Bursts of Artillery enchanted ammo at them, the clustered units were made into scrap metal heaps. The Ulhan IFV took some Time, but I managed once a few salvos of high output Artillery spell strikes overloaded the Shield unit it had, then I evaded the Russy 30mm Autocannon and the Roof MG, torn the hatch open with a mage blade, and one enchanted Hand grenade later, it made a nice firework of that thing.
CRACK
Sniper, no, the commander of these forces, three minutes in and I basically obliterated over 70% of all they had present, no way out huh?
"Nice shooting, defective whore."
Whatever the reason, my assailant appeared, a Pale woman, Silvery white hair, and all the markings of a crazy maniac. What sniper me was a Bullet, yet I can sense it, a by a hair breadth dodge, a rather sharp bladed projectile went past me from behind. I see, an Assassin type Ace Elite. Too human to be a Doll, yet the response times are just too high even for Last gen robots. Superhuman experimentation, I guess.
"So, mind telling me if your daddy awarded you as his favorite girl?"
Minimal, but present, anger and oh so much itching to shut me up. Press on? Nah, born killer and already on the Job. Evading those awful murder weapons sent at me, high speed, have some manners, bitch! A few salvos of my gun, my Fuck you to the creator of such murder weapon I am fighting, she evaded them.
TWACK
"!"
A kick, and of course that level of Strength is insane, broke the Passive shield and I evaded, damned hidden poisoned blade on her heel. Don't mind US then, Artoria now on the wagon as well. So we begin our counterattack.
WHAM
She would start building distance, then she saw a good old Fist coming right away, and turned her body, some Herk jerky Flight change of Vectors right as she did that, and I slammed my Elbow right into her face as I made a human killing spin via flight magic to hit her, the speed I just put on that was enough I would likely break Mach 2.5 in three seconds had this been for actual flight. That much force should have broken her face and my Arm on impact, yet she was "merely" sent a good ten meters away while my bones just sent a minor puff of annoyance at my abuse of them.
Inside the person called Tanya, one would see four Human like entities, gleefully smiling and oh so into the zone. So much, so much of this that WE couldn't help but loosen a bit too much, I let an honest to Mike Smile, one that once had been OUR coping of the insanity of the Great War and wherever we ended having to make such life-or-death fights. Now? Just proof the target is worth the game.
"Damn Bitch, should been an easy picking, that fucking Earl."
For once she speaks more than until now. So that greasy Albish eunuch supply them Intel on me, huh? Sorry, but my cards aren't as normal as you would think. Some Active shielding and a bit of moving in my spot and the several Flying Blades miss their mark.
A salvo of my Rifle, they hit, but it's her left leg. We restart our little dance here, Whatever the method to make her, she's not even winded after that elbow hit and three DU bullets in her leg, remains as mobile as ever, just the fact those 4.6mm DU SABOT core rounds somehow got stuck inside her Leg is enough to see her in a new light. Evading, blocking or even shooting down her flying blades go on as we retaliate in bullets. She's wary of my Melee, most likely.
Yet this fight was not to stay simple. More intruding parties, all against me. All Paradeus to boot. My opponent stops, and lets a typical Villain laugh. Oh great, I open the Codec just in case and call in Stahl 1.
"Skip the Villain mumbo jumbo and get over it. Hostage? Berun to be Bombed?"
"How about you stop being such a sassy Bitch? Lest we're forced to blow some of that green stuff with dear Hostage here as well."
Typical, Collapse matter Canisters laced with explosives, can easily turn a large area into no man's zone, a Terrorists Wet dream for an Improvised WMD. The Hostage… really? Juuust to be really sure.
[Stahl 1, they got hands on anyone I should worry about?]
[Stahl 4 reports no BS in Berun, The Brit reports no one else either. Must be a corpse then]
[Alright, you've been watching? Until now?]
[Timing and Position, your decision.]
Done and now certain, I can stop playing, pity, this was FUN…. THRILLING. But oh well, My job isn't being War Maniac Degurechaff, but Holy Kaiserin Degurechaff.
"Oh, sure, Ms. 'I have daddy issues and am not his favourite girl'."
An angry glare, is my voice and mannerisms so irritating when I am doing it mid fight? How rude.
[Snipe the Hoe, make sure they don't explode that thing, I will deal with the remaining Cluster.]
In unison, the Three Stahl team members answer
[Roger.]
3, 2, 1…. And go.
My Mental enhancement at the peak, physical boost as well, and a Flight spell fired right away, I see in Slow motion, yet I can't even see the Bullet Stahl 2 sniped the enemy with, but I saw the exit hole, right at the heart and Head, followed by the insides now struck by the Inertia of the shots. In a mere moment that seemed like Minutes to me, I was already 50m high, units lost track of me, and I am still rising in height, time for a Job, 95, Siegfried.
"World, Life, Hear my Word."
Mana converges and starts flowing into 95 and Siegfried, the Latter would protect me, the former was my attack.
"Hear my Will, for I am Holy Kaiserin."
The flow Intensify, my little Partner is bursting in happiness, our link couldn't be at the strongest after all. And she would do like we did in old times, only now we were Free of Asshole X's curse.
"For my Will Shall be made reality, and you World, Life shall bend to that."
Formula complete, target set, coordinates and safety protocols engaged, the LmG11 I am using has a visible steam like purple aura, Mana coursing through to its fullest power. Fire mode to Burst, then, one press of the Trigger and Three Bullets carrying such Superb Enchantment, boosted to its maximum effect and even beyond, all for my Will. Aim. Desire.
That burst is repeated five more times, each Exploding and erasing any and all enemies present, thankfully, the Three Stahl team members with me in the Operation preemptively gave me their current positions with near instant updates, so I avoided their areas, at least they also gave a heads-up, Stahl 1 was carrying the sealed container they put that damn Collapse matter canister in, so I made sure he wasn't hit, still doesn't mean I won't drag his ass for my Supplementary Artillery training class I am planning for him.
Done and complete, I want a good bath, nice food, a comfortable bed, and Hug Kaiserin in my sleep.
[Fraulein! Job done?]
[No more enemies? If so, yes.]
Stahl 1 closes his codec comms. Wise as I hear Stahl 3 start her demands for a good bath, Diner, and her beloved Stahl 1, all at the same time. Looking around, I see how much of a wasteland devoid of love Stahl 3 must be, forever hunting Stahl 1, who puts her as a Business Partner. Just like my Life without Vi-
COUGH
I hunk near a crater of one attack of mine, whoever was the fucked Jimmy turned into one of their Tools of war, sorry but I need to Vomit some Sludge. I would LOVE to do such on Fucking Being X, fuck him.
Kaiserin Evil IV
Jimmy the Ganado, hunting the hottie Adelaide Wong, trips, hits his head in a Rotten egg, causing his poor head to Explode, revealing the Mook Las Plagas he had been infected with, only to then trip again and pop that into a TNT rigged Bear trap, blowing him, Chief Menendez and nine Castle Ganados sent to get the Female Agent that infiltrated their Village. Menendez would curse Jimmy since the explosion made him lose the Glass eye he needed to get access to the 's GSG-203 Agent Wililbald Koenig Kennedy would find it, being able to bypass Chief Menendez altogether, in his mission to escort Germania's heir to the Kaiserin Throne, Adie Serebryakov Degurechaff, who wasn't even bothered by all shit so long she had something to eat.
