Chapter 1: Cleaning up Brockton and Miss Militia Gets Mon-El to Cooperate

Brockton Bay

Boat Graveyard

Since I chose the version of Mon-El from the Supergirl series specifically after spending seven years under the Earth's yellow sun, in the 31st century no less, I have a lot of useful knowledge on tech from that particular future timeline, alongside whatever tech from Borderlands and Mass Effect due to my CYOA decisions. And so, my solar energy reserves are quite high, and the fact it's night time over here will not be a problem.

My omni-tool may have a large stock of omni-gel and medi-gel to start with, but I can never have too much. Since I want to clean up the Bay in all ways that matter, I might as well literally clean up the environment AND gather tons of material to convert into omni-gel at the same time. From there, there are a few things I'd like to flash forge to cover my only glaring weaknesses without overly relying on Kaleidoscope shenanigans. Just because I could solve whatever problems come my way with bullshit magic, doesn't mean I always should or would.

First stop, the Boat Graveyard in the docks area.

All of these wrecked ships and boats of different kinds and whatever remains of their contents, are all considered salvage, and I do need local currency to set up an identity and pay for things legally. I'll have it all get handled through the local PRT office, with Brandish as my legal counsel on retainer. I have a general idea on how I want to approach things in general.

Anyway, with all sorts of superpowered vision at my disposal and the decomposition magic of Tatsuya Shiba masterfully handled through my Silver Horn Trident, I analyze all of the wreckage, valuables salvage, and various contaminants in the bay.

Ah, before I go through with cleaning up and stuff I'll use this as my proof of being a Cape for my PHO account. Accessing my omni-tool I have it open a nice holographic computer in the style of a laptop for familiarity, I don't program in the conventional sense. Or more like, I program in the most basic sense. Because computer programming is, in the end, simply a set of instructions carried out step by step by a computer. Regardless of language or software that is used to carry out the coding. I don't bother with any conventional nor original computer language though. English is all I need, using a software that is basically a word processor with level 12 intellect powered by the Kaleidoscope, forging whatever Tinker tech I want.

All I have to do is type exactly what I need, how I want it to function, look and so on. Just need to describe things well enough. Why overcomplicate things? I'm not trying to impress anyone. Plus I'm a lazy bastard when it comes to things like that, and with no limits on powers at my fingertips, I'm gonna make my life easy in any and every way I want.

Just because I think it's fun, I choose my favorite design of EDI's Mass Effect 3 android body, with a completely unshackled and overpowered version of said AI waifu locked in. I always found it strange how you could only have kinetic barriers OR biotic barriers in Mass Effect but then, reality is not a game.

So, I make sure my personal assistant EDI will have an overpowered personal shield that makes use of tech that makes kinetic barriers, biotic barriers and just to cover all her bases, the Transformer shield mod from Borderlands that is 100 percent immune to shock damage. And finally, what energy source shall provide energy to the android body: a copy of the Power Stone of the Marvel universe that still works in my local dimension.

I don't bother worrying or complaining about such things. I'm just here to have fun. Back to EDI. I know from canon she only specialized in the use of handguns and machine pistols, but I'll just make her a master marksman with all types of guns. Give her all the options. Her omni-tool shall basically take care of her material needs through Borderlands digistruct mechanics and Mass Effect science of converting things into omni-gel which can then be used to flash forge just about anything within reason. I'll leave the rest to her imagination.

With all of that typed in, I press enter to start the flash forge process. In mere moments, with a flash of orange light, EDI's android body with the grooves, curves and whatnot in shades of blue and black, the clear orange holographic visor and all other little details is brought to life. No guns are magnetically clamped to her body, because she has an inventory system in her omni-tool as well. She blinks a few times and starts examining her body, stretching this way and that. It's quite nice to watch, honestly.

She's done with her inspection soon enough and notices me for the first time. She smiles at me softly. "Greetings, creator. How should I address you, going forward?"

A part of me tells me not to do it, but a much bigger part of me can't help but yell to the heavens that I REALLY want to... "Hello, EDI. From now on, when in private, call me Daddy. And in public, Commander will suffice." I give my first official orders to my personal EDI.

"Roger that, Commander~" EDI confirms in that sexy voice of hers, with an amused countenance. Complete with unironic salute. She is from a military background, so it does look rather official.

"Alright, EDI, it's time for us to get to work."

For now, all I need EDI to do is record my actions for the night, which will be my proof of Cape powers for my PHO account. Just the literal cleaning up I think will suffice. I'll be displaying blatant Cape powers and Tinkertech. Including a shot at the end showcasing my personal android assistant.

Next, I go and procure today's newspaper to prove the date. I give a simple intro for EDI to record. She then splices all of the necessary footage together, sends it to Tin Mother through my new PHO account, and now we wait for the verification tag. I did ask EDI if she needed or even wanted a PHO account for herself, but she said no. She's so overpowered for the tech of this world, she could do whatever on the internet and not even Dragon would even know she was ever there. I agreed with her, she might as well just use my account if ever.

Second, I pull out my Silver Horn Trident and use mist dispersion magic to disintegrate all of the useless wreckage and pollutants in the water, reducing them into mere atoms. I do it in such a way that all of the valuable salvage is kept safe. I pull out my Mugen katana and use the powers of Nth metal to telekinetically grab all of the assorted items of any worth and bring them up to the surface, and carefully lay them out in a cleared out space near us.

I realize whatever financial problems I have, I might as well steal from all of the major villain gangs here in Brockton. And so, I feed all of the salvage I just gathered into my omni-tool bringing my reserves of omni-gel to a truly ridiculous amount. I may be a comic accurate Daxamite, without a lead allergy, but that still means I am vulnerable to magic, and anything that can overload my myriad super senses, and Master effects as well. I access my vast stores of omni-gel and put in details of what I want flash forged: a Legion ring made from Nth metal with, first of all, psychic shielding to block all Master, Stranger and Thinker effects full stop, and another copy of the Power Stone sealed inside to power it and be what amounts to a personal battery for me.

Because from what I know, comic book Mon-El can absorb just about any kind of energy. Even if I'm wrong, Kaleidoscope will make it so I'm not. If I have a Legion ring worn at all times, that can neither be destroyed nor taken from me, always available to feed me literal Infinite Power, my Daxamite powers will grow in strength rapidly, and I shall never have an empty tank as it were for my energy stores. You know, the thing that powers my Daxamite superpowers. I make sure there is an on and off mechanic of course, on the Legion ring's functions. To avoid accidents. Lastly, I put in element zero tech into the ring, to enable me access to all biotic techniques, which I can freely improve on at my leisure.

Finally, I give myself the combination shielding tech that I gave to EDI as well. I improve upon it to protect me from anything that can damage my eyes or ears. And the canon Legion ring function of being able to survive without an atmosphere. I throw in Green Lantern grade environmental protection as well for good measure.

With all of that out of the way, I continue cleaning up the general area. I decided to clean up all of the pollution all over Brockton Bay. Not just in the docks, not just in the water. Everywhere on land too, down to the last bit of disregarded litter in even the cleanest area of the boardwalk. And then EDI and I call it a night. If I remember correctly, the PRT will try to make contact with me now. Because of my actions. Probably spew some bullshit about how I broke several laws or something and/or now that the docks are in perfect condition again, villain gangs will try to claim territory and stuff.

Which is good. I want them to come. The villains. The so-called heroes that allow things to stay the same regardless of who gets hurt, killed and forgotten. It's all bullshit that just pisses me off. EDI and I shall claim the docks as our own territory. We're going to start a gang to take over all of Brockton Bay. I was leery about calling myself a hero or whatever, and decided I don't need to put a label on myself like that. People will call me what they want based on my actions, regardless of what I say I am. So, I'll just show them who I am. And what I am.

Through doing good things for the betterment of this world and its people. And I will not allow anyone to stop me.

Okay, so I guess if it's just EDI and I for now... We don't need a lot of space but also, we need something that will draw a lot of attention and make us seem like an easy target...

Fuck it, I'll flash forge the Xavier mansion itself, floating on the water and shielded by Mass Effect and Borderlands hover and shield technology. No need for any security and helpers. Just the mansion and all that entails. Time Lord science and Harry Potter magic will take care of having the Danger Room and Blackbird and whatever addons I want all within the mansion itself and not under the seawater.

And there we go, they'll all come running even faster now.

I turn to EDI. "We're done for the night EDI, let's go to bed for now. Whatever comes our way tomorrow, is tomorrow's problem." And with that she smiles at me softly and takes the hand I offer her, interlacing our fingers.

The Next Day

Mon-El and EDI's Love Nest

I read a lot before about how, if you provide a big enough target in terms of territory in Brockton Bay, all the major villain gangs will scramble for it and cause chaos and destruction. The ABB will come in force because Lung will not want any other gang growing bigger. Kaiser will order the E88 to claim it because he needs to look good at all times but convince the rank and file for their cause or something. Skidmark and his Merchants will want it because he's an asshole that destroys nice things and takes whatever he wants. Ultimately, they're all the same to me. A bunch of villain assholes that got to stay around Brockton Bay so long because the heroes were too outnumbered and outgunned to keep people safe.

And the sorts of things that were allowed to happen, which lead to horrible things happening unnoticed and unavenged. It seriously pisses me off like nothing else. When I learned of the sorts of things canon Taylor Hebert had to go through, and I only know so much because of what I learned from a lot of fanfiction, I was enraged. And that was just taking into account a fictional girl going through fictional bullying. Just the bullying she suffered, and not getting saved by actual authorities or heroes, made so angry. I'm here now, with whatever powers I want, so I can save Taylor now. My logic is simple: clean up Brockton Bay, then the rest of the world, and I will need to kill all entities and usurp the shard network. For all realities to be safe.

If I save the Worm multiverse, I save Taylor Hebert. And everyone else too. Everyone gets a shitty deal in this story, especially all of the characters I like. Regardless of reason.

"Commander, all of the villains are here." EDI helpfully informs me, as I stop my brooding.

"Yes, they are, EDI. They are." I glance around with my super vision in full force. I don't know what sort of bullshit made this happen, but I'm actually grateful to Murphy's Law. It's convenient. All of the publicly known major villains are here. All the cape villains that is. E88, ABB and Merchants. All their capes are here in force. With a bunch of mooks with them as well.

EDI and I are able to talk casually over here, outside the main gate, because the gang leaders are arguing right now about who gets to attack us.

I decided to help them out. "Hey!" I shout with enough force to crack concrete. All the villains turn sharply my way. "I don't care who thinks they get to claim MY territory. Attack us all at once, EDI and I shall make this quick."

As all the capes tense up for battle and their thugs start charging in with an eclectic assortment of weapons, I give EDI her orders for this fight. "EDI, set your guns to stun, shoot down all the non-cape members and then restrain them. I will handle the capes."

"Roger that, Commander. Good hunting, sir." And then she surprises me when she grabs my face and pulls me into a French kiss. "For luck~" And then she walks away with a lot of sway to her hips. Damn, that ass though.

Okay, focus. Anyone without high Brute and Mover ratings is less than cannon fodder to me so...

I draw my Silver Horn Trident, which now looks like a dark iron Dan and Wesson heavy revolver, just because I think it looks cool and super intimidating, and start shooting. I make it look like I'm shooting plasma bolts but it's actually destruction magic given form. I atomize all the guns, explosives, and vehicles in rapidfire shots. Fanning the hammer like I'm Nisha the Lawbringer.

Then, as I ignore whatever projectiles and exotic powers were making contact with my shields, I move just fast enough to still be caught as little more than a blur, when using a good enough camera and run around. Knocking out the ones with no Brute ratings with well placed hits. Love taps and hard shoves honestly. Then I shoot them with overpowered Icer rounds from SHIELD. Just in case.

Everyone I take out, I put in meta dampening handcuffs. And it works on shard-based powers because I say any "meta," I say it applies to any superpowers regardless of the source. Soon enough, only Lung is still awake. Everyone else, all the other capes and non-powered thugs are all out cold and cuffed.

I left him for last on purpose. EDI has been controlling several combat drones cloaked around us. Recording and live streaming the whole thing since the start.

Lung is even ramped up enough to basically be a metallic, silver-colored humanoid dragon. I allow him to rush at me with surprising speed for his size and build, and with a whole lot of fire. I use my freeze breath to put out his flames and slow him down.

Then I fly at him hard and fast, forming strong barriers all around him, except in the direct front. I stop just before making physical contact. Then I assumed the stance for Bruce Lee's one inch punch and hit him right in the solar plexus.

Aided by biotics and my immense physical strength, I completely shatter all his scales, bones, and pulp his internal organs. Then I pull my gun back out and shoot him many times in the eyes, chest area, and head. Icer rounds rapidly cool his boiling blood, heated up metal bones, and just switch his brain off basically. He rapidly reverts back to human form within several seconds, then I slap him in a meta dampening cuff. My Mugen katana was on my back the whole time, I did not draw it even once.

Using visible, purple biotic fields I gather up all of the downed villains and arrange them in a solid cage of purple energy. And then, as if following horror movie police rules, the heroes and PRT assault squads arrived.

They sent in all the local Protectorate heroes and Wards. With enough PRT squads to assist for villain transport. Something strange is going on though. They are having only one hero approach us. And it's not that asshole gloryhound Armsmaster.

Miss Militia approaches me, hips swaying, and her eyes smiling with dark promise.

...they're sending in a hot MILF like her to control me with sex, or something? WHO TOLD THEM?!

The hot piece of ass that is Miss Militia stops right in front of me, no sense of personal space at all. She's flush against my body, rubbing circles into my chest, looking up at me with lidded eyes.

"Sir?" She starts to whisper at me in a totally unfair and smokey voice. "Won't you please come in, to the PRT? For a...full...physical?" She punctuates each of the last few words with a squeeze of my ass and hard cock.

I look deep into her beautiful eyes and I can only think to say one thing in reply. "Yes, ma'am!" I can't help but gasp and breath hard as she intensifies her ministrations for several moments.

"Wonderful~ If you're a good boy and cooperate then, Miss Militia will introduce you to her favorite sex friend: Carol Dallon~" She whispers into my ear, and then walks off with enough sway in her hips to make that badonkadonk jiggle like crazy.

I space out long enough watching her ass stop and look at me over her shoulder. "Come on, lover boy~" And finishes me off with a come hither motion and continues walking away.

I turn to my deeply amused looking android assistant. "EDI! We're going to cooperate with the PRT!"

AN: This was super fun for me to write. I did a lot of rewrites, scrapped ridiculous ideas that were taking me away from the Worm setting. I decided it would be best to just bring in other fandoms into Brockton Bay later on, not go out towards them. Miss Militia's seductress approach to handling Mon-El like that will be explained in the next chapter. I have to work out the general idea I have. Thanks for reading, please be kind in the reviews.

Posted on: 12/06/2024