peterverse | pretoria, meet behemoth

mxglam posting in

Glam talks to Armsmaster about the possibility of maybe being given access to confidential files on the Slaughterhouse Nine and is, somewhat predictably, completely shut down, on grounds that the rules are there for a reason. They try sharing their strategies, Armsmaster thanks them for it and assures them he'll look into the raised matter, but they still need to wait until they're a full member of the Protectorate to take advantage of these resources.

And is that supposed to make them more likely to want to stick around? Ugh.

The three following weeks are fairly quiet and peaceful for a change. No major engagements, the Empire Eighty-Eight has been keeping quiet, the various Asian gangs reduced once more to fighting each other, the Teeth haven't yet rebuilt. Blasto, Lung, and Oni Lee are still awaiting trial, though it's likely the tinker will be given a lighter sentence in some parahuman containment center while the other two will be sent to the Birdcage.

And then, somewhat earlier than would normally be expected, telltale seismic activity is registered in Pretoria, South Africa. The capes wishing to help must make their way to New York, to depart in an hour - small aircraft is waiting at the PHQ for the trip there.

Flat | Top-Level Comments Only

From:

mxglam

"I- no? I don't think so? I mean I don't think I'll be able to cheer with- whoever's left, in the plane." Pause. "We should probably start gathering survivors and stuff. Is the area contaminated?"

From:

thinkering

"No, Scion came by just in time to contain the explosion, we're down to negligible rads. We can do evac, gimme some bots." She lets them go to float on their own.

From:

mxglam

"Okay." Bots are conjured.

...but Glam stays there, floating, fidgeting a bit.

From:

thinkering

...Lorica doubles back to hug them, but then she zooms away to evac people. Bots disperse, except a few hovering near Glam.

From:

mxglam

Eventually Glam conjures copies and goes help with evac.

From:

thinkering

There's not that much to evac, but there's some, and the bots tirelessly look for it.

From:

mxglam

And Glam will help.

And at one point, they'll ask their shoulderbot: "Was this my fault?"

From:

thinkering

"Are you asking me or Lorica?" the shoulderbot asks.

From:

mxglam

"Lorica."

From:

thinkering

The voice switches. "I was directing you. I didn't know you'd have this reaction to the way he scaled up - I wanted to kill him -"

From:

mxglam

"I'm- I- I don't- I mean, you were right to want to kill him. Fuck, even if the Slaughterhouse Nine decides to try to kill everyone Behemoth would've killed, they won't actually succeed. But I just- keep thinking I could've planned better, should've figured out he'd escalate, that's what they do-"

From:

thinkering

"I was a little clumsy getting her to do stuff early on and he didn't leave when his arm was off, I couldn't have very well just - stopped -"

From:

mxglam

They look again out at the devastation. "I suppose it could've been worse, if Scion hadn't appeared..."

From:

thinkering

"Yeah."

From:

mxglam

"I'll wanna watch the footage later."

From:

thinkering

"Of course."

From:

mxglam

They sigh. "This was a triumph. Behemoth is dead. Victory. We can't spin this into something bad, it's one of the best possible outcomes," they start murmuring to themself as they resume evac.