Become a Titan
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In a secret location Hotwire Data Headquarters.
Code Monkey was looking at the information gathered from the Aryan's computer when he smiled seeing a list of names. "Oh, this is interesting."
"What is it?" Hotwire came into the room hair in a towel dressed in a T-shirt and jeans.
"Finally out of the shower I see."
"I haven't had a shower for months give me a break. What have you found?"
"It's an Aryan subscriber list."
Hotwire looked at the screen. "How can we use this? Blackmail? Do we sell the info?"
Code Monkey leaned back waving a hand and a list of possible Anti-Aryan groups came up on screen. "We have a few Anti-Fa that could be interested in it. Some Pro-Meta groups even the extream Human Superior groups. Being Meta myself I really don't like even bothering with Blackmailing. I want to target them direc..."
An alarm started going off cutting Code Monkey's comment off. Both him and Hotwire looked at each other then ran down the hall to a medical chamber where the body of Hotwire was laying in a bed with medical gear going off. "How do you shut off that annoying beeping!" Hotwire's body said as she yanked off another monitoring sensor.
"Janet?" Code Monkey looked at his Cybernetic sister then to the Hologram turned solid Sister. "Okay, this is odd. God, I hate magic."
Janet looked at her other self-standing there in the doorway. "How long was I out for you to make another me?"
"Another you? I am you... wait... what do you remember?" Hotwire looked at her physical body.
"I remember being hooked up to the internet when those Metalheads attacked then... a power surge? What the hell happened."
Code Monkey looked between the two. "When the Metalheads attacked you were still connected. You were unconscious for months. Your consciousness was lost... well I guess was copied, on the internet. She has been running things till now. For the last few months, you were in a coma nearly brain dead."
Janet looked at her brother and her somewhat other self. "What changed? Last I knew interaction of my Avatar with the real world was via holograms."
"Well, when I was cut off from my.. er our body? I somehow changed I could manifest without a hologram emitter and could take over machines. Then today some Aryan morons were causing trouble badmouthing Metas and..."
"No one messes with my little brother. Got it. So how come there two of me now?"
Code Monkey nodded "Magic. Some mage cast a spell on yo...er her. Then she became solid and can feel again."
"So now there two Hotwires one a cyborg the other a living Data construct. This is so freaky."
All three said at the same time "Fucking Magic."
Later on air
"This is your Digital Deva! Your Cyber Sex Goddess now..."
The second Hotwire appeared beside her blue-skinned white-haired double. "In Stereo!"
"That right the original Cyber Sexiness is back online and functional. Thank you, Aryans for finding a way to make my Awesomeness twice as good. Now so all of you won't be confused this seductive Cyborg will go by the handle Hardware! So take it away, my Software counterpart I got Game of Thrones episodes to binge watch!" With that, it was just the blue-skinned version on screen.
"Now for a Special Auction! We have a list of ARYAN Subscribers! Going for the highest price for the next three day just call your Villain Net contact and make a bidding! Winner takes all! Starting at 5000 dollars!"
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2.) If it goes as planned it's not good RP
"Hi, Gayle Force! My name's Hank Talliaferro; I call myself Minstrel. I'm thinking what magic did, magic can undo. We get everyone we can who has both musical and magical talent, especially if they're linked. Add some professional music types like yourself, cause if the magic's in the music, more and better music should help. We make a playlist of songs about Hope and Recovery, getting back what was taken, that kinda thing, maybe some antifa, but all as positive as we can make it. Then we find a big enough stage... no, right here is better, Make a stage here if we can. Anyone affected by the Aryan's spell gets front row seats, and we see what happens...So, waddayathink?"
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Tinker Belle pulled out her all-purpose laser, plugging the cord into her flight pack. She began cutting into the cockpit of the mech, taking care not to cut into the occupant. Rotten Luck wasn't likely to be wrong about the pilot being dead, and she couldn't care less about a bigot's feelings because a body he wasn't using got singed. She just didn't want to be the kind of person who did that.
A man walked up to the Minstral overhearing him. "Perhaps I can be of some help. The Gods have directed me here." The man was Finnigan or as he was known as the Rune Priest. He was dressed in blue jeans, black boots, brown shirt, and a rune stone necklace. He had a trimmed beard and ponytail both of lush blond hair with a hint of red.
"The fates of many people were affected and balance must be restored. My humble skill at Rune working is at your disposal."
Rotten Luck got as far away from the scent of freshly dead. "Fuck, at least I didn't directly kill the bastard. The crash did him in not my hands..." He looked to Old Soldier "Right?"
"Hiya, Hank. I love that idea! I'm always up for a good collaboration!" Gayle replied, perking up even more. She squinted and wrinkled her nose as she wracked her memory to check her schedule. "How about one week from today, early evening, profits to music education and anti-hate programs?"
"My phone thing is off in the ocean, but you can contact me through the League of Titans AI or Sylvia Crestin over at Aitken Interactive Marketing, my agency. I'll start pulling strings! Let's do it!"
She smiled at the Rune Priest, Finnigan, as he offered his assistance. "See? We're already attracting folks who can help!"
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"That's great! Both worthy causes." The Minstrel's costume had pockets, so his phone was ready. His thumbs flew as he texted the League of Titan's AI, just his name and plz give the number to Gayle Force if she asks, 10Q. Then he put the phone away. "So, Finnigin, we're thinking of using bardic magic to undo what the Aryans did. Any ideas on how you can help, or even try something else entirely?"
"well, I'm no bard. My singing skills end up with Amerikatt knocking on my door to make sure I wasn't some evil villain harming cats."
He reaches into his bag and pulls out a runestone. The rune itself was Fehu "It seems the Gods approve of such an idea. I see prosperity and the circulation life-force. That said I think I could inscribe runes on some speakers and perhaps a stage with magic circles and other runecraft. It would help if we know fully what that magical device was. Anyone know someone that could look into the past. My Divisions only tell me the essence of what affected a person, not the true event."
"Oh, look into the past?" Gayle almost giggled. "Definitely! I gotcha covered, there. I just have to call... um...." She blinked and then asked. "Can I borrow a phone?"
Taking the borrowed device with a quick word of thanks, the singer entered a number. "Hi, Sheena! ... Yes, I'm at the park. ... Yeah, I got hit with the ARYANs' stuff, whatever it was. ... Weak. Weak and un-powered and I lost my wind. ... No, lost like for real. And wet, too, but I've dried up a lot since getting out of the water."
She smiled at Hank and Finnigan and continued. "We've got an idea here of something that might restore everyone, but we need to see what the thing was. So, some re-winding would be kind. Can you help us see what really happened? ... You can? ... Great! Where do we meet you? ... You'll come here? Good. I can't fly anywhere, at the moment."
Gayle laughed as the person on the other end said something. "Right! This is fully within the FBSA's jurisdiction. And even if it weren't, you'd be here. Got it! See you soon!"
She handed the phone back to the person she'd borrowed it from and announced to the others, "Shanikali will be here soon. She can spin time back a bit to take a look for us. Let's figure out what we want to ask, though. She can look herself, but she can't take anyone with her. Messes up the timeline, or something."
"Then let's see what the runes can tell us. Like I have said my power isn't audio based. The magic is in the runes." He pulled out a matt from his traveling bag and laid it down then sat down crossed legged. "I can see what the runes have to say. The gods can guide us in the direction that is best."
He then starts drawing out nine runestones setting them down. "Odin High father lend us your wisdom, Loki trickster lend us your cunning, We seek to undo a fiendish act guide our path." The runes are in order Gebo, Ingwaz, Wunjo, Tiwaz, Eihwaz, Nauthiz, Uruz, Thurisaz, Dagaz. He makes a bow over the runes "Thank you."
"Seems we are on the right track. If I read the runes right our coming spell will react to the wills of those it affects. Some may recover their powers completely, other... powers may manifest differently. The spell would act as a catalyst to a positive outcome. But I see a warning as well, it might be painful and will take personal strength to keep focus during the spell." He motions to Dagaz "The last rune Dagaz is telling me the Power of change is directed by the will. I believe that only those who really want to be returned to who they once were or even for their powers to manifest differently will be affected."
"Many of the other runes speak of Strength, of will, and of the body." He replaces the runes "None speak of failure. Just warning that it won't be easy."
"That sounds promising," Gayle replied. She shrugged. "The magic stuff is beyond me. I just know that it works for people who know how to make it work. I guess we'll just let people know that some struggle may be involved."
She glanced over to where D-Day seemed to be organizing the clean-up of the wreckage. He was directing, more than doing any of it himself, as far as Gayle could tell, but still providing his strength of character to the effort, if not his direct physical strength.
Hank deleted the record of Gayle's call from his phone - he paid by the month, and he'd likely meet this "Sheena" soon enough anyway. "Hard work - and planning - has always been the best way to avoid failure. Stubbornness helps, too."
Across the park, Tinker Belle took her leave, vaguely mentioning something that had come up. A few minutes later, an electric Mini Countryman pulled up at the site where the fighting had started, and two women got out and began documenting the damage.
Shortly, an eagle-winged woman in a loosely tailored "MIB"-style suit and dark wrap-around glasses swooped in and landed by Gayle. She pushed the mane of sandy blonde hair back over her shoulders and looked around. From a pocket inside her jacket she pulled out a replacement headband and handed it to the singer. "Here you go, Gayle. Looks like you lost your primary, so I grabbed your backup."
"Thanks, Sheena!" Gayle activated the communicator features and put it on her head. Then, she gestured at the collection of metahumans gathered about. "Special Agent Sheena Gardner, FBSA, this is... well, everybody."
Sheena gave them a quick wave and nod. She looked to Gayle again. "No breeze? I see what you mean about the de-powering effect."
"Right." Gayle took a deep breath to calm herself again. Spirit-sensitives paying attention to the scene noticed a pony-sized wolf demon made of iron arrive. It sat down watchfully behind the FBSA agent. Gayle explained what had happened while Sheena nodded. She finished with, "And so we need to see what that device was, so we can re-create it, or see how it works, or something."
"Right. So, I can take a look myself, but I'll need to know what you want me to observe, specifically. I can take good notes, but I might miss important details if I don't know what I should look for." She looked at the others. "Let me know what you want me to investigate."
"Hank Talliaferro, ma'am. Minstrel. Pleased to meetcha. The visible manifestation was a cloud, came from those mechs over there, while they were voltronned. Only affected people, far as I could tell. Tinker Belle, she's a gadgeteer, said she'd lost Improv but was still a genius, and her gear still worked."
The Old Soldier moved among the mechs and added, "There seems to be flywheel in this one, ma'am, with some familiar materials..." He turned his left arm up and pulled the sleeve down to display a patch of his shell that still had a hole in the illusion of his flesh. "I think that's orichalcum."
"Orichalcum? That's, uh... right." Sheena frowned thoughtfully for a moment as she sifted through her memory for just what that was, and what it meant. "They did it magically, then. Let me see what we've got. That might help me narrow the focus."
She came over to take a look at the apparatus and tapped her glasses. "Recording, of course." After studying it for a couple of minutes from different angles, she shook her head. "This matches no specific tradition I'm aware of. That just means that it's a different genius who cobbled it together. Got the cloud description, sir. Thank you. I've pulled that from video captured of the event. Thankfully, it registered to electronics. Anything else people observed?"
"It felt cold," Gayle offered. "Like ice water when it hit me. And you know I'm usually not affected much by temperature."
Rotten Luck came over "The magic affected me, but not in the way it affected others. Hel kind of took offense at such magic. Not sure if she was pissed I was affected or if the spell was just offensive. She kind of took control for a time." He was still in a slightly pissed off mood at the Goddess of Death. "Hate when she does that." So Rotten wasn't as up to snuff as normal perhaps he was a tad weak but the word orichalcum did enter his thoughts "Isn't that the Atlantis alloy stuff? Suppose to be rare as heck isn't it?"
Fin was looking at Sheena then knelt down to one knee "Devine one how can this humble servant assist." The guy does call himself the Rune Priest and he worships all forms of divinity. So, of course, he would be awestruck by Sheena.
D-Day walked over to Sheena "Madam I understand you are taking over investigations. I had made sure people stay away from the main rubble till it was cleared of any possible contamination. Clean up and recovery been focused on the surrounding area." He staggered a bit then takes a deep breath and tugs his uniform shirt. "I haven't felt this weak since the first night of basic training."
"Orichalcum is supposedly Atlantean in origin, but I've seen reports that it has been created more recently, too. I think it just takes a firm will and a whole lot of mojo." Sheena smiled wryly. "I can imagine that Hel taking over is never a pleasant experience."
Sheena paused and looked over the man kneeling before her. She nodded to him. "Time is valuable. So is your service. Use the time and talents you have to make this world one where people can live together in harmony. But, more to today's point, help us find a way to turn this situation to good ends."
She looked up as D-Day approached. "Good work, sir. Thank you. The forensic team will be here very soon. They can take over the detailed collection of evidence. I've already got a transponder log of everyone who was here helping out, and the AI will be taking and triangulating statements. Maybe... give yourself a break? You've all earned it. I'll be busy with the 'lookback' here for a bit, but my partner, Agent Calderon, is on his way to keep everything moving."
The goddess looked around. "I'm ready to take a look. You are okay here?"
"Fraulein Dammerung once told me that it's mostly the enchantments that makes the Mountain Bronze, but she'd gotten good results with eleven percent aluminum bronze," The Old Soldier commented.
The Minstrel asked, "Any preferences for an assistive tune? I was thinking about something based on Cher..."
The Aryan Leader walked into the apartment he was renting for now. It wasn't much a basic building enough to give him a place to sleep. The high rise buildings would be more to his liking, but the landlord here didn't ask questions and accepted cash. Being untraceable was more important than views and comfort. There was no way to find him here... at least he thought he stopped as a light flashed in the living room and a figure appeared sitting in his chair.
The figure was dressed in black one would say it was a generic biker outfit complete with helmet. The lines of light seeming to dance along the seems were not standard however and he could see the eyes looking at him with hate behind the helmet mask.
"Hello Father, I see you got your toy working after all this time. I wonder did you think I would be one of those who comes charging to take your Aryan mechs down? Was it bait for your darling daughter?"
"Don't bother answering this is a recording. No, I wasn't lead into your trap. I remember you testing those toys on me how they burned and froze me at the same time. How you forced me to make the metal for you, I wonder do you have a new supplier?"
"What would your followers say finding out that your own daughter is a Meta? Have you stopped beating on my mother for giving birth to a freak yet?" The hologram stood up "I can find you anywhere at any time. There is no place you can hide. I got free of that Steel Mercy place where you hide me. I only grow in power your toy will never burn me again. Oh and one more thing Father... Ten
Four..." With each number said a beep was heard above the door frame where the Hologram projector was located, with a countdown.
Sheena chuckled and smiled. "Yes, Cher would be good." She nodded to Old Soldier and then waited for the Minstrel to begin playing.
As she caught the tune, Gayle chimed in with accompaniment. Sheena said, "All right. Back in a wink or two." She spread her wings and leaped into the air, beating down with her feathered pinions, and slipped out of existence.
"We don't know how they did the things they did.
We don't know how we will undo it.
Magic like a blade has cut away,
The pow'rs heroes use to save the day.
Our heroes didn't ask for this fight.
But when evil comes they must take a stand.
And they'll take it again, powers or no
And so we'll turn back time,
And we will find our way,
To restore what our heroes have lost
On this day...."
(Adapted from lyrics by Dianne Warren)