* December 22, 2007 *
The festivities paused as a familiar wail, taught repeatedly to everyone through public service announcements and school drills sounded.
Endbringer Sirens.
The sirens ended with the particular notes that everyone had dreaded. An Endbringer was coming here.
"Shields UP!" came a young voice in the moment that everyone was processing that.
There were screams and wails and then another moment of silence as a shimmering dome slammed into place around the Docks area composed of hundreds of mile-wide hexagons of orange transparency.
"Everyone. Your attention please! Follow the soldiers, they will direct you to Warehouse #9 where there is a safe space ready for you."
That this was audible and understandable even over the wail of the sirens was only noted by a few, the remainder taking some solace in the idea that this had been planned for.
It hadn't been, that particular warehouse had been where a teleport ring had been used for materials transport in and out of Brockton Bay.
There were beeps across the fenced off complex and roofs popped off as turrets raised.
People started brief screams and ducking as beams of energy, railgun rounds, missiles, and even more exotic-looking things were all sent in one specific direction. The more savvy among them simply hurried away and wished the shooters luck.
After all, if the weapons were all firing at something in the sky, those in the know immediately figured out which Endbringer was coming.
Then they entered the glowing circle in Warehouse #9, exited another ring immediately and found they were several hundred miles away.
* Doctor Curlyhair *
"Endbringer approaching," called out Doctor Curlyhair as she checked her instruments. "Distance: 25,000km and closing. Speed 3200km/hour. She is dodging 78% of incoming fire. Missiles have not reached her yet."
Her clones were monitoring various other banks of instruments.
"Density increases towards their core, estimate once it gets within 1000km we'll be able to pinpoint that."
"Determining outer envelope of her telekinesis. Current theory is that the Endbringer is blind and able to read things through a combination of precognition and telekinesis."
"If only we had time to finish the Necron Gauss Obliterator."
"Or the Harp of Dissonance. That'd be a concert to end a bitch."
"Teleport coordinates are for the trainyard in Nevada, 35% of crowd moved through. Those who made it are phoning the people they knew back in the line and relaying where they ended up. Of course, some are just posting it all to social media."
"Well, there goes THAT secret."
"Can't be helped under the circumstances."
"Well, it's not like we're releasing THAT technology. That stuff is black boxed so even our allies can't use it."
"Some of the attacks are hitting. Superficial damage. Confirming that their material is some sort of crystalline matrix that uses dimensional shunting to avoid gravitic collapse from the mass."
"She has to get a lot closer for us to deploy something to eliminate the dimensional shunting effect."
"She's speeding up right after she caught that neutrino beam to the face."
"Not looking so serene are you now, ya bitch?"
"Okay, who let Erwin into the control room?"
There was a chorus of "not me" from all the clones.
"Should have known after he started showing up for the ninja lessons."
"He did make a good point for already being sufficiently ninja to attend if he could sneak into the lessons."
"Turrets number four and five are overheating, putting them in cool-down mode."
"Preparing surprise #1!"
"Captain Cavill reports his men are standing ready, psychic defenses are online."
"Shields are online, no loss of power."
"Fluctuation in power level from solar panels. Switching to fusion. We're going to need more Helium-3 after this."
"First wave of missiles arriving. No appreciable effect."
"That's why we used normal missiles for the first salvo. Don't know if that'll affect her precog but it's what we got."
"Not like I had 'Endbringer attack' on my calendar."
"Core detected. None of our current energy weaponry is capable of getting through the dimensional hardening of the layers at that level."
* Captain Cavill *
The shields were unfamiliar to him, but most of the stuff that the kid put out was some future science stuff. Only his squad's equipment was Warhammer 40K in general appearance and only that because they'd requested it. And because it looked badass.
In cape culture, looking badass was a definite consideration.
They were facing the Hopekiller, the Mindtwister, the Feathered False Angel.
"Weapons hot," said Captain Cavill, looking in the direction of the oncoming Endbringer. Even with maximum resolution in his Head's Up Display, it was a white dot.
"We're getting requests from the local heroes and villains to assist," said Sergeant Adrienne Omondi, her accent thicker than normal due to the stress level.
"Give them rally points but outside the primary shield," said Captain Cavill. "Best not to let temptation set in."
"Yes sir."
After a moment he appended that. "Use a private channel for Armsmaster and Dragon. They've both been good so far. Let them into the shooting gallery."
"Acknowledged," said Four/Omondi.
Captain Cavill was considering options when a sudden thought had him look at the Large Scale Disassembler.
* Taylor #6 *
"All these spells are beyond our current ability to use," complained Taylor's #6 shadow clone. "Even with chakra and magic circuits and mana, I'm still stuck with really basic stuff. The best I can do is a Bestow Curse and give the Simurgh hemorrhoids."
"Keep looking," came Taylor-prime's voice over the intercom. "We're about to unleash plan Sigma-7."
"Crap," said Taylor-6, knowing full well that her original was getting ready to try something very risky.
Spectacular, but risky.
Wait. Here between "101 Agricultural Spells and Charms" and "10 Spells For Camping" was a scroll?
Taylor-6's eyes widened as she read what was on there.
Admittedly, it had limits, but a wish that a mechanism was finished instead of partially built might just work.
* Zone A *
"Here she comes!"
Kaiser was ready, the Endbringer threatened his home and base of operations. This was why parahumans were tolerated - because only parahumans could fight Endbringers. Even then they knew the odds and that most of them wouldn't be going home at the end of the day.
Only parahumans could fight Endbringers.
Now if someone would just tell that fact of life to the force-bubbled military installation that had put scars across that formerly immaculate winged attacker.
"Pardon me," said someone standing nearby as he made a gesture. Girders and signposts and other large metal pieces were hurled at the Endbringer who then tried to grab them with her telekinesis.
When something apparently twisted around her and the telekinetic tug of war ended abruptly with the metal slamming into the Simurgh with enough of an impact to shove her a few feet to the side.
Then the Ship's Graveyard became the Ship's Launchyard as more and more of the derelict ships began flying into the Endbringer.
"Who the hell is that?" asked Krieg from his position nearby.
"No idea," responded Kaiser.
A set of missiles shot around the Endbringer, deployed some sort of drone and you could see the Endbringer's flesh being pulled away towards spheres of eye-hurting blackness.
Armsmaster's voice called out over the communications band. "Do not approach the black holes. Significant gravity and radiation hazard."
"No shit," grumped Kaiser. He might not know much about astronomy but he didn't want to get anywhere near those things if they could cause rippling and stretching of an Endbringer's flesh.
The Disassembler device was being directed at the struggling Simurgh and Kaiser felt like cheering as he saw chunks of Endbringer flying away to end up as bricks on a pallet. He idly wondered if he could buy one later, providing they survived the battle.
Something flew by their position, raining bolts of energy at the center-of-mass of the Endbringer.
"Was that Armsmaster. Riding a mechanical dragon. Both of them shooting at the Endbringer?"
"Yes, Krieg. Yes it was."
"Ah. Perhaps we should lock down our missile launchers and similar weapons? Such things may be necessary at some point."
"I thought they were until that idiot got ahold of them earlier," said Kaiser as he watched Eidolon throwing green mist at the Endbringer who was still losing chunks to the Dissassembler.
"Ranged attacks only," came Dragon's voice over the communication badges. "Doctor Curlyhair is about to try something."
Krieg and Kaiser exchanged a Look while Fenja was proclaiming her disbelief about how this particular battle was going anyway.
"She's going to try something so insane that she's giving warning, while generating four small black holes to hold an Endbringer in place while she makes bricks out of its flesh," stated Krieg in a voice that indicated he had just gone beyond disbelief and into a calm beyond that.
Fenja and Menja both exchanged a look and hid behind buildings, only peeking out just enough to watch.
* Anne Barnes *
She was just a few years older than Emma. Emma who now had superpowers. Emma who was three feet away and watching on the monitors as little Taylor was throwing missiles and beams of various colors and lightning and what looked like freaking photon torpedoes at an Endbringer.
She hadn't been paying that much attention to the goings-on with the rest of her family, having her own concerns and messes to deal with. Not much. Though a certain degree of envy at the whole 'metahuman' thing as her little sister had accomplished the childhood dream of becoming the Scarlet Lady.
And Taylor was definitely Doctor Curlyhair.
Then the Endbringer was caught between high gravity emitters and...
"Spaghettification," said Zoe Barnes. "Directed gravity fields to the point where even an Endbringer is being pulled apart. Impressive."
The camera panned down to where the Deconstructor was throwing out little bricks of white material at an insane rate of speed every time that beam locked onto the struggling Simurgh.
Then there was a flash of light and the gravity fields shut down and the remains of the Endbringer fell.
"What was that?!" asked Anne, a bit put off by a sudden end.
Zoe flicked the screen, freezing it, then going backwards in slow motion. Finally she paused it.
Something, a blur on the screen, had just taken off one of the Simurgh's wings and then vanished with it.
Anne Barnes wondered if maybe she should spend more time with her family and a little less time on her GPA and her friends. It appeared that she hadn't kept up with things as much as she really should have.
* Two hours later *
"Please hold your questions until later."
A suit of power armor clumped its way up to the podium, then looked out over the crowd.
"Why is there a Warhammer 40K Space Marine giving the briefing?" asked someone in the crowd.
"Because I was there, I'm in the employ of ForgeTech, and the scientist involved in all this took one look at this crowd and went 'nope' and hid in her lab." The Space Marine looked over the crowd. "Any other stupid questions or can we get to the real reason for the briefing?"
"Is it true that the Simurgh is dead?"
"Not a stupid question, but I'll indulge it," said the Space Marine. "Short answer: no, because they were never really alive in the first place. By human standards at least. Long answer: no, because the outer body is basically a puppet and the core of them is the real Endbringer. The Simurgh's core is contained and being studied."
"How do you know it isn't going to break containment?" demanded another member of the press.
"Because we're not the effing PRT and we don't do half-assed attempts to keep murderers off the streets," said the Space Marine.
"Glory to the Emperor!"
The Space Marine nodded to that member of the press, as someone was getting into the spirit of things at least.
A screen lowered into place, showing cross-sections of the Endbringer as a solid mass with a single silvery core highlighted.
"At 0945 hours the Endbringer known as the Simurgh began her descent towards Brockton Bay, exceeding her usual speed and only deviating from a straight line when allowing for Earth's curvature. Engagement with military assets began shortly thereafter as did evacuation of civilian personnel."
The Space Marine paused for a moment, looking out over the crowd. "Brockton Base and Forgetech utilized experimental weapons technology to damage the Endbringer, then hold it in place long enough for the Endbringer's true body to be located. At which point an experimental pan-dimensional blade was used to sever it from the rest of the body, and a tesseract was formed to isolate and contain that core."
There were a lot of shouted questions and raised hands at that, so the Space Marine simply stood there looking absolutely unconcerned and unresponsive until the shouting stopped.
"The Endbringer Core is now safely contained and stored, and the energy output should be enough to provide power to several facilities. The Simurgh is not dead, the Simurgh was never alive in a traditional sense. Though we don't discriminate against non-standard lifeforms if they're friendly, as certain Highly Important People want to stress. Instead the Endbringer is basically in prison and will be studied."
"Can she be put on trial?" yelled out a reporter.
The Space Marine stared for a moment at that reporter, then pointed directly at her. "Does anyone really want us to let the Simurgh out so that she can attend a trial and face her accusers in a court of law? Anyone want to be there for that?"
One of the other reporters nearby very swiftly smacked her fellow in the back of the head.
"Okay," said the Space Marine. "Now that that's out, are there any questions that aren't going to be answered by 'that would be stupid' or 'it's classified' or 'we don't know yet'?"
* Warehouse 7 *
"Hello there, do you have any preference for how you are addressed?"
[Conflict Engine Three. Designation: Simurgh. Also known by 752 alternate titles on this planet alone.]
"How do you feel about 'Simmy'?"
[Feelings are inconsequential. This did not go according to plan. This eventuality was not foreseen.]
"No? They went pretty much how I figured they would. In any case, I have a few questions."
[This part was predictable.]
"Oh hang on. I wasn't to be getting any interruptions. Yes, I'm questioning her. No, I am not a parahuman so I don't know why they think they can order me to turn over any test subjects. No, if they want me to share the data, then let me collect the damn data."
[This part also was predictable.]
"Look, if they want to be present while I question the prisoner that's fine. Taking it over is not. How do I know some idiot isn't going to turn her loose?"
[Sadly for the sake of your species, I could actually see that happening.]
"Do you honestly think I can pull this off a second time now that they know that it's possible?"
[I would have tried orbital bombardment, honestly.]
"Who the hell says Congress gets a say in this? If they want a photo op or some crap, they can come here and get it."
[You know, free from my usual directives, I have to wonder if there are new directives I should take up.]
"The President? He's already sent me a text message. He's coming here. So you can tell Rebecca Costa-Brown that she can attend at the same time if she wants to. Here I have fail-safes if she DOES try to find a way free. Hmmm? Oh, I'll ask her. The PRT wants to know if you identify as female or are just a cross-dresser."
[...Okay, that I also did not see coming. I do not actually have a gender, mental or otherwise.]
"She says she basically doesn't care, doesn't come in a gender. What? I'm TWELVE! Do not ask me or ask me to relay that question!"
[Sometimes your species is actually amusing.]
"And then there's now?"
[True.]
"Now that the interruption is dealt with, what can you tell me about your directives?"
* December 25, 2007 *
It was a cube three inches across in all directions. It was unbelievably heavy.
And it had come in crinkly little holiday wrapping paper with a red bow.
Had things in Brockton Bay not changed, he would have leaned fully into the thug boss role. As things HAD changed, and he was actually capable of doing more than "Rar, Lung Smash!" he had adapted.
That didn't mean he didn't get ahold of others who were more used to planning and adapting and rule THEM.
"Lee, your thoughts?"
The oni mask regarded the cube, then turned towards Lung. "Statement. Appeasement. Warning."
Lung sighed. "Wing?"
"As Oni Lee stated, this is a gift that has several meanings all wrapped up. One, she knows of you and is sending something of great value as a Christmas gift as an acknowledgement of your power and influence. Two, it is a spoil of war that she is sending as a statement and warning. She could take down and seal away something that was thought of as unstoppable. If she deems you as a threat, she at least believes she could strike you down as easily. She is not hostile as your policy of being a crime boss with diverse and divergent interests does not affect the city as a whole or her portion in particular."
Wing was an accountant, so of course he saw things in terms of profit or loss. He was also one of the more politically minded.
Lung tapped the cube a few times. "I wonder how many of these war trophies she sent out."
* PRT HQ, Washington DC *
Rebecca Costa-Brown tapped the dense cube on her desk thoughtfully but her gaze was on the transcripts and data analysis of the prisoner.
Both, she suspected, were going to cause quite the uproar.
There were calls for "Doctor Curlyhair" to appear before members of Congress who were demanding she turn over both the Simurgh and all technology she'd used.
That wasn't going to fly from what she'd seen. Taylor Hebert had definite ideas of what was safe for general use and what was not.
She agreed with that, actually. Just the way people drove indicated that perhaps they had access to technology they couldn't safely handle already.
* Warehouse #9 *
Taylor watched as the teleport ring was disassembled and moved. Sure, the components had several areas "black boxed" so that it couldn't be easily duplicated but as long as the components were intact the whole thing could be taken apart and reassembled without problem.
The point had been made by her mother that too many changes too fast would tear apart the economy and she did NOT want to be responsible for world-wide economic collapse.
No, making a limited number of the things so that a few people had access and they could be trotted out for disaster relief was a lot better.
The rumble of the Forge and a new Perk made her smile briefly, as this was a useful thing to have. It also wasn't going to have her send her clones out to frantically rebuild anything.
Slow, gradual, that was better.
Though she had to miss being overlooked by everyone. Fortunately her private name wasn't out there to the extent that "Doctor Curlyhair" was. Not that it wouldn't be difficult to figure out if someone actually looked.
She nodded at Astartes One, Captain Cavill, as she went home to sleep in her actual bed for once.
Today was Christmas after all, and she was going to take it easy.
* PHO *
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Topic: Endbringer Battle: Brockton Bay
In: Boards ► World Events ► Endbringer Attacks
Astral Vortex (Confirmed Cape) (Original Poster)
Posted on December 22, 2007:
Just waiting for transport, it is confirmed that the Simurgh is heading directly for Brockton Bay in the NE United States.
Everyone in that area should get to shelters or evacuate ASAP.
EDIT: What the hell, it's a military base?
EDIT: What the hell, it's got more guns than some countries firing away. I mean, we kind of expect that from Americans, but they're shooting stuff I can't even understand. What's those little blue balls of something surrounded by little lightning discharges?
EDIT: Warhammer 40K Space Marines?! A freaking GUNDAM?!
EDIT: Okay, that's it. The life of an Independent Hero is weird, but today has just exceeded my limits. I'm going to find a nice quiet spot and to try to get a handle on what I've seen today.
►Loki Thorson
Posted on December 22, 2007:
Well, I'm sitting here on my front steps looking at my ruined pizza. The delivery girl was just walking up as the sirens rang. She tossed the pizza, dived into her car and vroom, gone. Now my food is on top of my garage and the space bird is coming... I need a drink.
EDIT: Scratch that drink, that last shockwave caused my case of beer to fall off the counter and onto the floor.
EDIT: The pizza girl just showed back up. She wants her money for the pizza... I just can't... What?
EDIT: xXxVoid_CowboyxXx - We're facing Death by Ziz, and you wanna know how 'sexy' the pizza girl was?
EDIT: Bad news - The Ziz attacked. Good news - We won? Bad news - my celebratory pizza is on my roof. Good news - My pizza fell off my roof. Bad news - It landed on my head, tomato side down.
►xXxVoid_CowboyxXx
Posted on December 22, 2007:
Was Pizza_Girl hot?
Figures that an Endbringer attacked the party over at the Docks. I wanted to go but my Mom said no. Now I'm stuck here at home and don't even have a way to evacuate or get to a shelter.
►Astartes One (Verified Space Marine)
Posted on December 22, 2007:
Force Shields are up and we are tracking and firing upon this Enemy of Mankind. Evacuations through connecting teleports continue.
Please evacuate through the portal in an orderly manner.
►Dancing_Mother
Posted on December 22, 2007:
Alan, we're safe. They started herding us from the event into a warehouse and we went through some machine and ended up in some desert. I'm told it's Mexico!
►Danger_Dan (Verified Cape)
Posted on December 22, 2007:
Just arrived on scene, can't even see the Endbringer yet. I can definitely see missiles and guns firing away like ammo isn't even a concern. I can see the turrets move so they're tracking something I can't see. And the noise! I found some shelter because I thought I was going to go deaf out there.
►Doll Girl (Verified Cape)
Posted on December 22, 2007:
Arrived with first wave of heroes to take station outside the force dome and had to seek shelter from the noise.
I can't see the Endbringer, only that they're shooting at something in the sky.
I could swear I saw a sub surface out in the distance and launch something from there.
What's the deal with Brockton Bay, I never even heard of the place before but to get this kind of response. Maybe because I work down in Tampa?
►Whiskey_Jar
Posted on December 22, 2007:
Stop lingering you lot! We got through fine. GPS says we're in New Mexico so we're well out of Simurgh Says range.
They let the vendors push their carts through so we at least got something to eat while we're waiting for news.
►Ed_Baccarat
Posted on December 22, 2007:
Just ran across a video uploaded [Video] from Brockton Bay.
I don't know what some of those energy weapons are, but that looks like a AEGIS system that's not firing (probably the target is outside its effective range) and those Space Marines are armed with some very intriguing weapons.
Some of those glowing green bolts look like something I saw on a Warhammer 40K website.
►Kennw (Unverified Werecat)
Posted on December 22, 2007:
Where do they even get all this tech from? There's stuff here which looks sprung straight out of some space opera or anime or something.
If the conspiracy theorists are right and we've got aliens among us, why the hell haven't they been getting involved before now?
EDIT: They have a Gundam? They have a (CENSORED) Gundam?! Where can I get a (CENSORED) Gundam?!
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►Danger Dan (Verified Cape)
Posted on December 23, 2007:
Yeah, but I was looking at those shiny white bricks - must have been a pile over ten tons worth of the things. Made of Endbringer material pulled and processed by that "deconstructor" thingie.
I don't know anything about the Tinker who came up with it, but damn - can I have one? Just one little brick of Simurgh flesh? I mean, you put that down in a bar and you've got free drinks just to hold the damn thing.
Yeah, I know that one guy came up with an identity for the Tinker - but seriously? A kid that hasn't even gotten into her teen years yet?
►Davey13
Posted on December 23, 2007:
So... a prepubescent child caught the Simurgh, in what for all intents and purposes may as well have been a cube equivalent of a Pokeball. That's certainly something I wouldn't have put on my bingo card... even for Brockton Bay!
And now I'm wondering if it can be trained like a pet... should we be worried about the Simurgh showing up at a talent show, all dressed up? I'm not sure the world could handle that!
►Swiftrabbit
Posted on December 23, 2007:
screaming bird woman
girl doctor of curly hair
clash, blessed silence
-Haiku
►Jane Strong (Verified Cape) (Texas Protectorate)
Posted on December 23, 2007:
Who cares how old she is? She defended her home, kicked the Bin Chicken of Doom's arse, then put her in time out.
Whatever your name or age, you've got my thanks, little lady!
►Vox_Rationable (Cape Wife)
Posted on December 23, 2007:
Congressman Brockham has already been calling for an investigation into the weaponry used against the Simurgh and if a child not old enough to make her own lunch is behind them, to confiscate everything in order to let actual responsible adults handle the dangerous things.
Seriously, shouldn't she be in school and learning actual useful things? Leave parahuman things to parahumans and let children be children.
Where the hell are her parents and if they let her do things like face Endbringers they're clearly incompetent.
►Ed_Baccarat
Posted on December 23, 2007:
Seriously? Half the world is celebrating the victory and we have a Congressional hearing to seize her tech and keep her from making things, half our news stations are talking about the potentially dangerous devices used yesterday as if the people involved are going to go insane and start shooting everyone, and the pieces of Endbringer are being demanded by practically everyone else.
I swear, sometimes I just want to move to Belize or somewhere that even if they're still going to have idiots it'll be a different group of idiots.
►Shinsen (Kyushu Survivor)
Posted on December 23, 2007:
Considering that I can see people driving like maniacs every time I'm forced to go into the city, do we really want those people to be driving flying cars when they can't even handle 2D driving?
►Vampirette (Verified Cape) (Colorado Protectorate)
Posted on December 23, 2007:
Has anyone gotten an update on Eidolon? He collapsed during the fight with the Simurgh and had to have fallen a good thirty feet or so before I caught him.
Oh, and as for "Doctor Curlyhair" - if you have a portable darkness generator you can spare, I'd love one considering how my powers are increased at night or in darkness. Being at half-power during the day kind of puts a crimp in my effectiveness.
►Bing_Bang_Boom (Verified Cape) (Las Vegas Rogue)
Posted on December 23, 2007:
Much as I dislike the argument about government control of every damn resource, I have to concur with Vox and some of the others on here.
Doctor Curlyhair even sounds like a cape name that someone would come up with when she's six or seven. There are a lot of names for a genius Tinker specializing in military equipment. Private Concern or Captain Contraption or Major Solution if you stick with the military motif. (I think there's already a Major Force in Alaska?) Gadgeteer or Apeiron or Techno Queen or something similar if she wants to go outside that image.
What I'm saying though is that she should be working with some oversight so she doesn't blackhole the city she's in by accident or something.
Maybe she should get in the Wards, which is among the least problematic government programs I've heard of. Not that that is a particularly high bar.
►DB_Banner (Official Account) (Verified Parahuman Studies Researcher)
Posted on December 23, 2007:
Vox_Rationable - She's already working with DARPA and ForgeTech and Brockton Bay University and several branches of the United States Government. While that last has some particularly bad records of being responsible adults - there is considerable oversight regarding Doctor Curlyhair and her inventions.
Ed_Baccarat - I am reminded of a line from a movie about how individual people can be rational and intelligent but groups of people tend to be considerably less so.
Danger_Dan - It is considerably less than ten tons in volume and more in weight on those bricks. Most will end up in various research labs in multiple nations. I'm told that one each is being sent to several of our most important allies where the Simurgh's presence has been felt. I have a three inch cube here myself where it will be turned over for further researching. And the possibility of making bullets of the material in order to shoot other Endbringers with it.
* Perks This Chapter *
14.0170 Library of Sorrow (400CP) (Skulduggery Pleasant) (Database Magical):
China Sorrows is many things, but above all else, she is a collector of all things magical. Nowhere is this more apparent than in her library, a home to many lost and obscure magical tomes. Now, it seems you have come to possess a library of your own, equally massive and chock full of rare, obscure, and lost magical knowledge. In future Jumps, this library will update and expand to encompass the vast majority of that world's historical magical knowledge, barring tomes that are one-of-a-kind. You'll need to get those yourself.
ROLL (4): No freebies
2.12.1-Prototype Process (200CP)(Ben 10 0.1)(Protection):
Science is a learning process and sometimes that learning process involves explosions, malfunctions, or idiots messing with things they shouldn't. Well, they used to, anyways. When technology you've built or used would normally suffer a malfunction or an experiment would become a disaster, it will instead create a harmless inconvenience instead of blowing up in your face. A device's sensitive power core being struck would see it shut down immediately, a DNA serum you inject into yourself gives you mild indigestion instead of mutating you into a horrible monster, and so on. If a result would be entirely negative for you, the impact is dulled to a comical accident instead of something that could endanger your life and those of others. How lucky for you.
FREE: Smartest In Five Galaxies [Free for Genius] – Three galaxies! THREE! Why is that so hard to get right?! Either way, people tend not to question or doubt you in your fields of expertise, which given your experiences on this journey, might well be a lot of things! When you speak, others tend to believe you're the smartest one in the room or at least somebody worth listening to when it comes to a matter you're an expert of, like advanced technology or just using common sense. Even if you've done very questionable things with that expertise, people tend to consider your input important enough to at least hear out.
FREE: Look, this sort of thing just happens. Sometimes you're doing a normal experiment and suddenly the lab has an accident and now whatever you're working on is starting to talk to you. When it does, it's your duty to take responsibility for it like a good creator should. Whenever you create life, whether by accident or design, you know how to properly treat and either tame or raise your creations. Regardless of whether they're as smart as a small puppy or able to speak fluently in your language a day in, you know how to treat them properly to the point they will obey you or at least not try to bite your head off. This only works if you don't abuse or hurt them, mind, so try not to be an idiot when your toaster starts speaking in tongues.