Chapter 2: A Physical Exam, Basic Power Testing and Second Waifu Captured
Mon-El's Car
Driver's Seat
So, not sure if I mentioned this already, but I do have a car for my own personal use. It's a concept car from back in my old reality, a version of the Chevy Camaro. It runs on a Power Stone energy core, might as well assume anything I own that requires energy is powered by a Power Stone infinity gem from Marvel at this point. You won't have any worries and stress over such things then. It was one of the many things I flash forged in the short few days I have been here on Earth-Bet. Sure, I am faster than a speeding bullet but that doesn't mean I can't drive myself to places if I feel like it. And I actually kinda need it now.
As a form of meditation really, to calm down myself from all of that stimulation from a really hot piece of All-American ass. That badonkadonk of Miss Militia is a weapon of ass destruction, if you know what I mean. Wink wink, nudge nudge. Suddenly I remember Nigel Uno AKA Numbuh 1 from the KND… And I want not just a piece of ass but all of it just for me. And all her friends too if Carol Dallon is an apparent sex friend of hers, then it is safe to say that a lot of hot Worm Waifus are on the table. Or soon enough, will be. And I need the calming effect driving to the PRT homebase will grant me, so that I don't ONLY think with my dick. My brain needs to make some important decisions too.
And so, I am driving my shiny, green 1967 Chevy Camaro, with EDI riding shotgun. With an actual shotgun, if you care to know, across her lap. Just in case. Why she's keeping out in plain view and not in her inventory space, I don't care enough to ask nor read through telepathy. I respect the willingness and readiness to bring about a lot of force though. For the sake of staying in the good graces of Miss Militia, and all her possible sex friend lovers, I make sure to follow all the laws of the road, and never go beyond the speed limit. EDI and I don't even feel the need to make small talk out loud or in telepathic comms.
Soon enough, I am parking my sweet ride in an empty spot in the basement parking of the PRT headquarters. EDI and I don't stand on ceremony and proceed to get out and head towards the first stop of this little shindig: a full physical for me with Miss Militia in the room. To make sure I, ahem, behave. While the doctor on call and their nurses poke and prod me. EDI is going to be with me every step of the way, just for moral support because even if anyone turns hostile, I can shut them down in a split second.
I scanned everywhere using my x-ray vision and omni-tool functions for any sign of some sort of shenanigans, but as I expected there were none. Not even any foam dispensers being primes along the walls or something. The PRT is being quite upfront, and decidedly not stupid when it comes to dealing with me. In the sense that, scare tactics and brute force capture is highly inadvisable for your continued existence. Contessa and the rest of Cauldron must be running a tighter ship than I expected for this endeavor. I wonder what Path of Victory is telling Contessa to do and say to make all of my interactions with the heroes go smoothly? Not that it matters much if I ever find out or not.
Speaking of which, I enter a surprisingly organized and super clean clinic that looks like something out of Doctor Who. No Time Lord mathematics nor Sisterhood bitches to be sad and hiding in the wings but, I'd be lying if I said I didn't expect any sort of resistance at all. And Donna and her fam know I am not about that lot in life. It just looks and feels to be so much bigger on the inside. Interesting…
I almost spit out the water I started drinking upon sitting down after a few moments had gone bye. And that's because of the trio in front me right this moment, standing across from my android assistant and me. "Hello, cutie." Said a smirking redhead lady doctor, even as her caramel skinned assistant started prepping some paraphernalia and Miss Militia proceeded to cycle through big guns for my viewing pleasure. "My name is Dr. Ann Possible and this is my assistant, Nurse Bonnie. Miss Militia said something about a naughty boy ready for a physical and stuff?"
"I uh, yes. I, u-um, have been a very bad boy and require medical assistance or something…?" What the hell am I even saying?! Doc Ann Possible and Nurse Bonnie should stop enticingly exposing so much skin! Clearly on purpose too!
Miss Militia
Standing vigil for Dr. Ann Possible and Nurse Bonnie
When I got activated as Agent 69 just three days ago, direct orders from overall PRT Director Rebecca Costa-Brown herself, with some strange Carmen San Diego knockoff being my new onsite handler, I thought this was the start of some seriously messed up days for me as some sort of harem sister piece of ass. But now, Director Costa-Brown and Contessa both assured me that this new loose cannon "hero," would be easily swayed to help us on the light side as long as I brought to the fore all my seduction techniques and made him fall in love with me… and all my sex friends.
I mean, when I entered the Agent 69 program all those years ago, I knew what I was getting into if the order ever came around to be activated in that capacity. At least "Valor," as he has come to be known through all Thinkers globally double checking, is quite a handsome man, has serious muscle definition and unlimited power as well, Trump 12 if you can believe it. The only way to ensure our continued survival is to always make sure our new rogue hero or vigilante or whatever, never has a reason to destroy us along with whoever he considers to be a problem or cancer in society. And so, I must fuck him and fuck him good! Now and forevermore! It's basically a marriage. Ooohhh, I hope he likes me~
Mon-El AKA John Case AKA Valor
The Physical Exam and whatnot begins…
Well, isn't this exciting? There are three other people in the room with EDI and I. Miss Militia is here, of course, as she said she would be. The other two, though? I am quite familiar with them too. But not in the sense of Worm canon. They are supposed to be from another fandom entirely but, I am not complaining at all!
The redhead doctor dressed in a tight purple dress and white lab coat takes the clipboard being offered to her by the lovely caramel skinned goddess in a sexy nurse outfit. I kid you not, the nurse is in what amounts to the fetish porno version of a nurse uniform. "Greetings, my dear. I am Dr. Ann Possible, and this is my assistant: Nurse Bonnie. Bonbon, if you're nasty." The sexy doctor and sexy nurse smirk at me.
I take kind of a deep breath, in order to stabilize my overly stimulated soul really. Then I give the old college try in speaking like the man I like to see myself as. Suave yet cute, charming yet not too eager. And stuff like that. "Hello, my name is John Case. Hero name: Valor. Please take good care of me." I say with what I hope is a confident demeanor. Dr. Ann Possible, Nurse Bonnie and Miss Militia all smile back at me kind of hungrily and with slightly flushed faces so, I must have done something quite right. I'll take the win!
"Alright, big boy. Before we begin with any of the measurements for the full physical, you need to be completely naked. It's for science, you understand. So, Nurse Bonnie and Miss Militia? And you as well, Miss EDI? Please assist me in stripping down the patient, then we can begin." You know Dr. Possible, I'd believe it was for science if you and the rest of the girls weren't giggling like schoolgirls. I love it though!
"Yes, ma'am!" I straighten my body and salute as the big damn senior boy scout, first class that I am!
After the Physical Exam
Mon-El AKA John Case
Power Testing Facility
I told them I am basically a Trump 12 and can do anything my imagination comes up with, and I have no limits, not even the Manton limit. They asked me to demonstrate the powers I would use most prevalently. I assured them I never resort to any Master powers for their peace of mind and subjected myself to the lie detector program of Armsmaster when I said all these things.
Now, I shall be demonstrating the "Superman" package of abilities of a comic book accurate Daxamite, with no weaknesses. Because all the gaps in my metaphorical armor are filled in by Tinkertech and manipulation of exotic energies as they know it. I refrain from using the term "magic" and other such terms to avoid the sneers and derision that would come from such talk from those of the Wormverse. I don't need that kind of negative energy in my life, you know?
"Whenever you're ready, baby. Just go wild, all these toys are insured." Dr. Ann tells me through the intercom system of the room, she and the rest of the girls are watching from within the observation room behind Tinkertech bullet proof glass. I am coating every safety surface in the green energy of my willpower though, just in case.
First test, Brute rating. I punch what looks like a high tech punching game from an arcade. I then use both of my hands to push up against a Tinkertech hydraulic press for several minutes. Lastly, somehow they have permission to use live rounds on me from all sorts of different calibers of guns, and so they shoot me with everything. Then they did the same with Tinkertech guns of various elements. Everything, including an actual kitchen sink was thrown at me.
Second test, Mover rating. It was quite simple, I had to run as fast as I could, without breaking their equipment nor the majority of my surroundings so they could get actual readings, and stop once I started to feel even slightly sluggish. The thing I had to run on was a Tinkertech treadmill, like something out of The Flash tv series. And so I ran, being mindful to keep my green willpower energy dutifully protecting all of the fragile things around me. I ran for about half an hour before they asked me if it was enough of a baseline. I agreed.
Third test, Blaster rating. Heat vision, and frost breath. These two were what I chose to use for this part of the testing, nothing more. Fourth test, Shaker rating. I abused the use of green willpower energy in the entirety of the power testing room. Fifth test, Tinker rating. I improved a standard issue laser rifle that PRT troopers use when needed. I personally used the laser rifle on a target 100 meters away before and after I improved it. Sixth test, Thinker rating. With my sight and hearing completely blocked with tinkertech nonsense, I had a really exciting spar against Miss Militia. Long range and close range action was on the table. And if there were some naughty lingering touches, strictly coincidence. She assured me, with a hefty grab on my junk.
And lastly, Changer, Stranger, and Striker ratings for the last few tests. I decided to get it all over with by re-enacting Luke Skywalker's best scenes from the Star Wars movies. I shapeshifted into his young movie self, flash forged a lore-accurate green lightsaber, and went wild. Then I cloaked myself from all senses using the Force and a cloaking energy field. Then, I was done and needed to see the results and attend a meeting.
AN: Last part is more like a summary since I didn't want to take so long making it a fun romp. Power testing results will be discussed next time, via a meeting with Director Emily Piggot and a lot of Protectorate heroes. Thanks for reading. Merry Christmas!
Posted: 12/25/2024
Edited: 12/26/2024 (Changed Blaster to Shaker where needed)
Edited: 01/01/2025 (Fixed logical error regarding the car, chose Camaro over Survolt and Carol Dallon part)