VERDICT OS Documentation available at: http://padlet.com/BoredofDirector/verdictos
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Dice are 1d100, roll under with an obscured, unless in combat, DC. Best of three.
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>>38042373
>Link up with the City’s defenders

>>38042373
>Link up with the City’s defenders

I just remembered that LO knows how to hack into and modify the VERDICT OS, which is the only thing preventing us from using TK beyond our limbs.
If you go into the padlet, there's a lovely little entry about how Kyril exploded someone before they put the limiters on him.

>>38042558
I want to at least modify it to let us manipulate the stun whip

>>38042373
>Link up with the City’s defenders

>>38042606
I was under the impression that we already could. I vaguely recall someone asking Bored about it last week and him saying it works.

>>38042639
Apparently we can only bring it out and back into our arm

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You chose to link up with the defenders. First of all, there was strength in numbers. Second of all, you didn’t want to risk any friendly fire. Thankfully, you were able to patch in to the communication network that the City was using. Unsurprisingly, Nayuta was waiting on the line.

“Nii-chan, you’re awake,” she exclaimed, “The Code M have made landfall in different parts of the City, we need you take one of the pockets out.”

Figures.

“There’s been a landing in the Tenth and Seventh but that’s being taken care of. The biggest landing is in the Twenty-third.”

The airports huh? That was rather close but you did have limited ammunition.

“We haven’t taken big losses so far but we cannot allow them to hold on to the airport. Another landing has been made in the Third.”

That was a far ways off and if left alone, who knew what kind of things they could get up to if left alone. Still, that was a far ways up north and away from the main fighting going on.

“We really don’t have much to spare if you go up there nii-chan. Most of the equipment is needed in the more important fronts.”

“I’ll deal with it,” you answered, “You sure just sending me will be enough?”

“I don’t know if you remember nii-chan but you can be pretty inspiring when you need to be and besides, you have your family with you right?”

The Sisters all gave you a thumbs up.

“I suppose I do.”

“Good any questions?”

>No, head north
>No, to the airport
>Yes (write-in)

>>38043061
>No, head north
alone with the family time

>>38043061
>No, head north
Which district are benji and ambrosia being held in?

>>38043061
>No, head north

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“You can’t tell me where Ben-jii and Ambrosia are being held can you?” you asked.

“No, the City is keeping the information compartmentalised,” she answered, “Not even I know since I worked closely with him.”

“Alright, well I’m heading north.”

“Roger nii-chan.”

School District 3 had tourist and visitor accommodations. Most of the buildings were high class hotels of some sort. On the ground level were various expensive bars and service industry buildings. The once pristine streets and proud buildings lay shattered by the gun fire and the explosions. Glass had rained down on the streets, crunching audibly over the sounds of your transport’s tracks. There was supposedly an Anti-Skill platoon or two somewhere around here. All you found so far were abandoned transports. Some of them were still wet with blood.

It was easier to find them than you thought. Streaks of yellow congregated on a nearby hotel. They were followed by tracers and explosions. Then they retaliated with their own improvised projectiles made of stone and water. It was almost as if they were Ability Users themselves. If it weren’t for the Code M emissions then you might have been fooled.

You had arrived from the flank so the decision was either to open up now, or close in for a better shot. Ilija had warned you of lycanthropy but so far you hadn’t seen any of them yet. It would be a waste of your precious improvised ordnance but would you really like to take that chance? With the element of surprise and the time you had, chances of missing were next to nil.

>Break out the big gun
>Dismount and engage

>>38043888
>Break out the big gun

sneak attacks are fun and panicked enemies are fun too

>>38043888
>Break out the big gun

>>38043888
>Break out the big gun

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>>38043888

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“Secure her here,” your mother instructed.

The Sisters had hopped off mostly to lock the halftrack in place as you brought the gun to bear. One of them handled the loading, another taking a seat alongside you in the gun. Presumably she was going to improve the ballistics of your improvised ammunition.

“Ready to fire,” your mother called out.

You fired. It was an explosion that was bigger than you had expected. An arc of electricity accompanied your payload as it screamed through the night. You didn’t think it’d be hypersonic but it might as well have given the effect on target. It had punched a neat hole through your target before fragmenting due to its composition. The Code M had been torn in half while the survivors had looked on confused.

“Up, says Misaka #10039 as she reloads the Flak 43.”

The second round downrange had the same effect except now they had found where it had come from. A group was breaking off to attack you but at least that kept the heat off the Anti-Skill platoon. Which was good because you received a radio message from them,

“Whoever it is south, nice shooting, a group of Code M just broke off, two of which we’ve been having problems with. Whatever we pump in to them doesn’t stick. They keep getting back up and are twice the specs of a power suit. Get out now while you can, over.”

“I’ll keep that in advisement,” you replied.

“Holy shit is that VERDICT?” he replied, “I mean, we’ll try to keep the small fry off you sir, just uh, mind the collateral damage.”

Looks like some werewolves had been mixed in to this group, though you’re not sure what their objective here was. There wasn’t much time to decide if you wanted to capture and interrogate them or not though. You had to,

>Dismount and ambush
>Stay on the gun
>Relocate to another position

>>38044586
>Dismount and ambush

>>38044586
>Dismount and ambush

>>38044586
>Relocate to another position

>>38044586
>Relocate to another position

Rolled 1 (1d2)

A tie breaker then.
1. Dismount
2. Relocate

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If the werewolves were even twice the specs of a power suit then you knew how deadly they would be if you stayed in one place. That said you weren’t going to go far. Just enough to give them the illusion that the gun had been abandoned then you were going to ambush them. It was a plan with the best odds of success. Overall Combat Effectiveness dropped to 65%. You lugged several of the silver rods with you. They could still be useful weapons in a pinch.

The Sisters had scattered as well, each taking a rod with them alongside their standard assault rifle. Your mother only unsheathed a small knife. CADRE recognised it as a finka. You knew she was Code M but you weren’t sure of the significance of the weapon at all.

The Code M arrived shortly. You recognised the trio of witches. Alongside them were two muscle men. You assumed they were the werewolves in question. From your hiding spot, you couldn’t hear what they were saying but one of the witches was definitely arguing with one of the werewolves. The other, older looking man kept his head on a swivel, sniffing every so often. You hadn’t placed yourself upwind or anything but something was going to give up the game soon enough.

“Orders?” Last Order messaged you.

You were going to go for,

>The big bad wolves
>The wicked western witches

>>38045359
>The big bad wolves

>>38045359
>The big bad wolves

>>38045359
>The big bad wolves

always spay and neuter your pets

>>38045359
>The big bad wolves

>>38045359
>The big bad wolves

>>38045359
I wonder how hard we could throw one of those silver rods

>>38045618
i figured we'd have the sisters railgun one

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It was now or never. You chose one of the big burly men and struck. They reacted just as fast as CADRE could calculate. The improvised silver javelin missed by centimetres. It dug in to the concrete behind it as the witches exploded in to action. The Sisters opened fire on them. Your second throw was in mid air before they could get any funny ideas about it though. With your last two rods in hand, you stood up from behind the cover, giving them a big target to focus at. Predictably, the two lycans charged your position and you leapt down to meet them. Your mother followed you.

The first was ready to catch you but toss kept him honest as you tried to impale him with the other. If the silver didn’t get him then the aconite would. Even so he blew your attack aside with a swipe of his arm. He had closed in, slipping just in to position to bat your arm away. If it were any ordinary arm it probably would have been pulped and wrenched from its socket. Fortunately for you all it did was spin you about. You grabbed his limb with your opposite hand before he could retract and delivered a roundhouse kick in kind. Something must have shattered as the wolf was staggered by the blow. CADRE had informed you of the forces behind it.

Nearby your mother was wrestling with her opponent. You briefly noted how she had trouble wounding her opponent with her red constructs. Then retaliation punched straight through her. Her struggling started to die down.

>Finish with your opponent quickly, DC33
>Trust your mother and focus on this fight, DC60

>>38046147
>Finish with your opponent quickly, DC33

>>38046147
>Finish with your opponent quickly, DC33

Mommy!

>>38046147
>Trust your mother and focus on this fight, DC60

>>38046147
>Finish with your opponent quickly, DC33

>>38046147
>Finish with your opponent quickly, DC33

So, DC33, roll 1d100 go.

Rolled 44 (1d100)

>>38046476

Rolled 62 (1d100)

>>38046476

Rolled 36 (1d100)

>>38046476
We fucked up!

Rolled 23 (1d100)

shit

well shit so close

>>38046538
Let's hope bored rolls high

Rolled 80 (1d100)

>>38046509
Maybe you have.

>>38046554
He did.

does this mean this turns into a slap fight basically?

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>>38046634
with this son of a bitch

>>38046634
Probably going get an injury. Now Kyril is going to have another phobia.

>>38046701
as far a phobias go I think vampires and werewolves are good things to be afraid of.

>>38046762
perfectly normal fears

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You shouldn’t have distracted yourself like that. It was liable to get you killed. Then again, with your mother’s inside outside you didn’t think the situation was any better. You barely managed to block the next blow. It wasn’t enough. You were still sent flying backwards, landing in a heap of collapsed storefront.

Overall Combat Efficiency dropped down to 38%.

The numbed pain returned. It was fire that grew in your abdomen before it spread outward like cracks in glass. You weren’t dead, yet. Should have paid more attention, you thought scrambling away. Your opponent had followed, planning on crushing you beneath his treads. His boot met only broken wood, concrete and glass. You were slower now but your body was buoyed by something else. It was dark but you could feel it despite the pain. It was anger. Emotion, you weren’t supposed to feel. At least, not this way and not this deeply, but it was pushing you. Another blow came your way. Lazy haymaker CADRE observed, you returned fire with a fist of your own.

It was heady feeling. When your blow connected first, destroying the incoming punch easily. You were going to get back at him, at them. Put them down first, make them suffer if you could, even if it wouldn’t bring your mother back. The blow drew a snarl from your opponent as he retreated with his mangled arm. He no longer held a human form. Yes, the depth of your mind agreed. It was just a mad dog now. Best to make sure they stay down. CADRE was urging you to clamp down on the feeling, fight smart. But it was so soulless, detached. It hadn’t been enough so why not try the alternative eh?

>Trust in CADRE, DC38
>Put some feeling in to it

>>38046937
>Put some feeling in to it

>>38046937
>Put some feeling in to it

>>38046937
>Put some feeling in to it

>>38046937
>Put some feeling in to it

>>38046937
>Put some feeling in to it
Bad dog! No biscuit!

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There was something there and it wasn’t like it hurt to try. Regardless of what you did it was going to hurt anyway. So you let go. Of the numbers, of the predictions and the computer and the programming, all was of no use to you. There was a beep, like an ECG flatlining, then a click. Pressure was building up around your neck. Sound had disappeared, the HUD disappeared but you could still see. In front of you, bathed in yellow, was a monster. And you were going to put it down. Then do the same to its allies. If along the way it would suffer horrendously? Well that would be a mighty fine bonus, you thought. You stepped in.

It wasn’t snappy and it wasn’t fast. You simply moved and before its guard was brought up you had plunged your first in to its chest. You felt something break as your right arm responded sluggishly after the punch. No matter, you pulled back let your overhand left nail his head in to the ground. Even the stray claw that tore open the lower part of your helmet was of little consequence. The stifling pressure burst forward. A dam had broken and it only made you feel lighter, freer. A swift breeze flew by you.

Your vision was still mostly patches of darkness. The Code M were the only light in the darkness. There were only two, red and yellow. Then flashes of white appeared. And then there was only red as it drew closer. Somehow you knew it was friendly. It was speaking you think, urging you to do something. But you couldn’t stop, not yet, not now. There were more. The space above was filled with yellow. That meant there were more. There were more to stop, more to kill.

>Keep going
>Stop, DC???

>>38047565
>Keep going

>>38047565
>Keep going
Sorry ketchup, we gotta kill all the mustard

>>38047565
>Stop, DC???

>>38047565
>Keep going

>>38047565
>Keep going

Kyril is remembering his humanity; there's no stopping this train.

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Not yet, you weren’t done yet. If they thought they could restrain you, well. It wasn’t that big of a problem. A burst of wind and you were off the ground. Flying, not, not quite flying, simply falling and missing. It was an amusing thought as you climbed higher and higher towards that great big yellow Code M that was raining death down upon the City. You didn’t go far.

A red blade came down to stop you. It only managed to divert your course in to a building. You couldn’t see the one that wielded it clearly but there was no doubt it was a blood red blade. On instinct you moved. The gut feeling warned of impending danger. More flashes of light but you were already well clear as a yellow figure strode out. It looked like it too had a weapon, as it raised it. Then the weapon was brought down in an exaggerated attack. The world shifted. Next you knew you were face down on some concrete. The impact had been softer than it should have. Slowly, you rolled on to your back. You wanted to get up. Someone’s foot put a stop to that. It belonged to a green figure.

“What have they done to you?” it was the voice of an old man.

“He’s lost his mind, let me finish him,” the yellow figure returned.

“He just needs a reminder,” the voice came from another figure backlit by the giant yellow Code M above.

You struggled to be free but the foot held firm. The anger was subsiding. It was being replaced. Frustration took its place. Get out of my way, you wanted to shout. This wasn’t over yet.

“Tell me, do you remember what I taught you my student?” the green one spoke again, “A fight is about…”

>“A fight is about…” (write-in)

>>38048290
I wanna say control? or was it discipline?

>>38048290
>“A fight is about…” (write-in)
Control

>>38048290
Forethought

>>38048290
Location! or was that real estate?

>>38048290
>“A fight is about…” (write-in)
Control

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The phrase tickled your memory. It was buried deep but it was still there. People just didn’t lose their memories. They just lost access to it until a proper connection could be formed. The association was necessary.

“A fight is about,” you numbly repeated.

Was it control, or was it discipline? You forgot but it was important. The first one then, you decided. It made sense, much more sense.

“Control,” you answered, “A fight is about control.”

Your sight was clearing but you could tell whoever stood above you smiled. The weight on your chest was lifted off and you hauled yourself up. Control, yes, you needed that. You needed to force these useless unfeeling limbs to move. To move as you commanded required control. That was the key. Control the urge to vomit, even when you felt the bile in your throat bitterly burning. Even as your nose smelled nothing but copper and your body was shuddering in pain, you stood.

“You okay?” it was a female voice.

Your vision beheld a girl with white hair. She looked like Ilija, except she wasn’t. It was subtle difference.

“He shall be fine,” the green man spoke, “You of all people know it best of all.”

You recognised him too. His name was Teacher.

“Our objectives have been completed Teacher, we must leave.”

That was Asuka’s uncle.

“I suppose but it seems a tad wasteful to bring out the Star of Bethlehem for a milk run,” Teacher mused.

“Why don’t we ask him?” the girl pointed to you.

“Ingenious as it is amusing,” Teacher smiled wider, “Truly you are your mother’s daughter.”

>Wat do? (write-in)

>>38048749
ask me what? the Star of Bethlehem?

>>38048749
Ask me what? Why didn't you kill me?

>>38048749
Ask me what? Where am I? Anyone got a bucket of painkillers? Wheres my mommy?

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“What? Where am I?”

It took a while for your brain to catch up. Okay they were probably asking about what you wanted to do about the Star of Bethlehem. You assumed that was the giant thing holding itself up in the air above the City. Reaching for the more relevant memories, you snapped back to the present, less confused but still wary.

“Why am I still alive?” you wondered, “Anyone have painkillers?”

The girl seemed amused when she replied,

“Alright in reverse order. Painkillers in your left back pocket, because you’re badass that’s why, you’re on the roof of the Centara Grand ACB and we’re asking what you want to do with the giant magic aircraft carrier.”

Ugh, your mind was not up to the challenge of deep thought for now.

“Can I stop this?” you gestured around you.

“It will,” Teacher assured.

“Such a simple request,” the girl whined, “Could’ve asked us to stop the war.”

“If he wishes for this to stop then it is a simple matter of displacing it.”

The way Teacher emphasised displacement suggested that there was a joke there somewhere. Seeing the girl laugh at that all but confirmed it.

“Mind you that I am incapable of stopping the war,” Teacher turned back to you, “Not because it is too late now but because I deem it necessary.”

“Riiiiiight, there’s only two ways this can end you’ve calculated it down to the second.”

“Not quite, after all,” he put his hat on the girl, “You are here.”

The girl grinned.

>Leave
>Ask more questions (questions)

>>38049307
Why is it necessary? I don't even know what this war is really about anymore.

>>38049307
> ask more questions
How did we meet? How long since our association ended? What was our relationship?

>>38049307
any quick lessons?

>>38049307
>Can you help me remember?

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You wanted to ask so many questions. How did the two of you meet? What was the relationship between the two of you? How long ago was it since it ended? Then again, you already knew these answers. They trickled in to your memories as you sought them out. It was strange that you could recall it now. Not that you were complaining of course. Still a question remained,

“Why is it necessary? This war, what is it even about any more?”

“Originally? It was a smokescreen,” Asuka’s uncle returned, “For you.”

He sneered as he enunciated the sentence. Beside him stood a wary but tired Ben-jii. Further behind were Ambrosia and finally Ilija. They gathered around Teacher.

“It is true, to a point,” Ben-jii spoke.

“But now, it is just two men playing a grander game with the stakes just as high,” Ilija continued.

“It was necessary as a smokescreen and it still is,” your mother finished.

She had joined you on the roof. Asuka’s uncle was even more displeased.

“But after today? Yeah it’s kinda useless to us for that now,” the girl added, “But I’m sure we can rationalise it all later. You know? Like in the history books and stuff.”

“Indeed, after all, we have a Magic God waiting in the wings and far be it from me to steal her thunder,” Teacher said.

“For much longer,” Ben-jii quipped, “But that’s enough serious stuff, hope to see you again someday VERDICT. Or should I say, Kyril Torikov?”

One by one, they turned and with a step disappeared in to mist. Teacher was last to leave and you stopped him,

“Wait.”

He turned.

“How about one last lesson?”

“Very well,” he smiled, “Beware he who denies you access to information, for in his heart he dreams himself your master.”

Before you could question him further, he was gone, and so was the Star of Bethlehem. The sound of war continued elsewhere. You wanted this night to be over. Your mother caught you as you collapsed in to a heap of unconsciousness.

[1/2]

>>38050134
The time is later morning, the weather is smoky, and the date remains unchanged.

You were back in the hospital again when you came to. Some of your family were in there with you. Last Order had commandeered the comfiest couch while another Sister assembled a makeshift bed with the visitor’s chairs. Your whole body ached of course but there was something different about you. It was then that you received a visitor. To be more precise it was,

>Your mother
>Nayuta

>>38050187
>Your mother

>>38050187
>Your mother

>>38050187
>Nayuta

>>38050187
>Your mother

>>38050187
>Your mother

>walk into the thread
>your teacher summoned the damn star of bethlehem probably to get us out of crawleys bullshit control
>werewolves everywhere
>somehow ben-jii got free and escaped
well shit, everything is going to hell in a handbasket, i'm half expecting by this point WWIII and fiamma of the right to show up and somehow know us long before the first quest started.

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It was your mother that came in, a tray full of hot food in her arms. She set it down on the table and approached. It couldn’t have been possible for her to have survived a wound like that. Then again, she was Code M. Whatever bullshit it was that allowed her to survive, you were grateful for it. You wanted to move to, hug her, to not let her go. Just to make sure it was all real and this wasn’t some kind of dream. You couldn’t. Your arms, your body, it wouldn’t move. Seeing you struggle your mother hugged you when you couldn’t. You wanted to hug back. But you couldn’t. Huh, were those tears in your eyes? You didn’t know. You were too busy gasping for breath.

“It’s all right Kyril,” she said, “It’s all right.”

She was reassuring you. Yes, you survived, your mother had survived. It stood to reason that others would as well. You had trusted them to be strong without you once before. It wasn’t hard to believe they would make it too.

“I’m alright. You’re alright. We’re all fine. Relax.”

You did as she said. It was soothing to just let go of everything for a moment. After a while she asked,

“Feeling better.”

“Yes mother,” you were honest, “But I need to know.”

“Yes, even that girl you love is alright,” she interrupted, “Heaven Canceller warned everyone else off so for now, it is simply me, Little Mishka and the Sisters.”

It was a real relief.

“There’s only a few pockets left but they aren’t sending you out any more.”

Last Order woke up shortly, as did Misaka #10039. She was the least injured of the four with you. You had waffles for breakfast. Heaven Canceller came by to allow in some more visitors. He gave you a list.

>Sparky
>Nayuta
>Someone else? (write-in)

>>38050830
>Nayuta

>>38050830
>Nayuta
save Sparky for last

>>38050830
>Sparky
>Asuka
If we got time Nayuta cause I imagine she has some kind of important business.

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Last Order didn’t show it but she was probably even more tired than you were. #10039 had elected to stay but she had been sleeping in a chair so you had your mother take them both home. In the mean time you had work to do. Nayuta had been trying to get in contact with you for a while now. Your helmet had made a bunch of pinging noises earlier. You got it to stop by allowing Nayuta to come visit. She had the courtesy to wait for your family to file out before she burst in the room. Though she was all smiles you could tell there was some bad news waiting for you.

“We have a problem nii-chan,” she said.

“I’m sure,” you replied dryly.

“That’s one of them,” she pointed out, “So I, along with the old fuddy-duddies upstairs, would like to know what happened when you turned off the VERDICT OS.”

“I, what?”

Wasn’t that like, important to your day to day functioning or something? You recalled it kept you alive and governed a lot of things. It explained why you were unable to move the moment though.

“The VERDICT OS, you turned it off,” she repeated, “We lost contact with you after the Anti-Skill patrol contacted you. It’ll take a week to clean that tomato paste you spilled in the district.”

“Wasn’t there supposed to be a failsafe?”

Or a limiter, or something? You had read the documentation.

“Many,” she agreed, “Which is why I’m amazed you’re still here. So nii-chan, what happened?”

You had to consider your answer. Full disclosure was nice and all but you had no idea what they would do if you simply doled out the truth. You didn’t like it but you had to think about your own wellbeing too.

>Try to hash out a deal
>Tell her the whole story
>Lie to your superiors
>Other (write-in)

>>38051594
>Try to hash out a deal

>>38051594
>Try to hash out a deal

>>38051594
>Lie to your superiors
all just a code m haze

>>38051594
>Lie to your superiors

>>38051594
>Try to hash out a deal

>>38051594
>Lie to your superiors

a wizard did it?

Rolled 1 (1d2)

You guys tied it up at the last minute.
1. Deal
2. Lie

>>38051594

>Try to hash out a deal
clearly lying will get us screwed, but telling us the truth will be bad as well.

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“I’m not in trouble am I?” you asked.

She gave you a long look.

“Not right now,” she answered.

“Then can you promise me I won’t get in trouble for this?”

She finally frowned.

“That’s what I was afraid of, but I’ll try. Tell me everything nii-chan.”

It wasn’t a blanket guarantee but you supposed it was the best you could do. You told her most of what you went through.

“That’s a bit vague nii-chan.”

“I was a bit out of control.”

She wanted to smile but somehow the situation was too serious to allow for one.

“It seems our software can no longer guarantee control,” she muttered, “This is bad, for you mainly. What makes nii-chan human is also funnily what makes nii-chan a good Code M solution. They point, you shoot. Now that they can’t guarantee that, they’re going to be looking at other methods of control.”

In short, it was blackmail. The continued safety of family and friends exchanged for your service. If it came to that, well, you didn’t succeed the first time around but it wasn’t really worth the risk was it?

“So what are my options then?”

“Well there’s lobotomy, which is the most practical one. We only need the important part of your brain. VERDICT is pretty much is an open secret now anyway but it was because of the helmet did your identity stay hidden, and your position safe. You haven’t been telling anyone about yourself have you nii-chan?”

It was a rhetorical question of course. She sighed.

“That’s what I thought. The other option of course is lie. Let them think they still have control but I cannot cover for you anymore. When it comes down to conflicting loyalties, you’re just going to have to get creative.”

There wasn’t much choice really.

“Well it’s not like you can’t handle it, right nii-chan?”

Episode End. Interludes
>Temporal Turbulence
>The Empire Strikes Back
>War in the Pocket

>>38052414
>War in the Pocket
best gundam

>>38052414
>Temporal Turbulence

>>38052482
Much to my chagrin.

Rolled 2 (1d2)

Tied up again.
1. Temporal Turbulence
2. War in the Pocket

Rolled 2 (1d2)

You are Kihara Nayuta and you are not having a particularly good day. Or night. The old fuddy-duddies had ordered Kyril in to combat anyway. Didn’t they know that Kyril wasn’t even fit to fight? Sometimes you wondered why you took up this stupid job anyway. Someone else could have done it but noooooo, you had to care, you had to meddle. You had to correct these Child Errors. It was as much uplifting them as it was studying them. You felt disgust both at how they were treated and how you had to treat them. Scientific rigour demanded no less after all.

Thankfully, Kyril had been awake, and operational, to an extent. You were monitoring his life signs just to be on the safe side. No doubt he was also monitored by another.

“Nii-chan you’re awake,” you started.

You weren’t surprised at all how he had come to own a relic like the one he was sitting in. If he thought he could do something with it then all the power to him. Even before his surgery, he had always been a little unorthodox. The Board loved it and when given the opportunity to chain him to their ends. Well, someone had to make sure they didn’t cross the line.

You gave him the low down and set him on his way. If he was going to take care of the stragglers in the Third then that left you with the unenviable task of stopping whatever else came your way. A report popped up in your HUD as you navigated the City.

“Sequenzia here, we’ve made contact with the enemy, we suspect they’re after Ambrosia.”

Another PIP came up.

“Jaswinder here, they’re attacking the Freezer, they’re after Benjamin.”

You couldn’t be in two places at once.

>Aid Sequenzia
>Help Jaswinder

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>>38052717
>Aid Sequenzia

>>38052717
>Aid Sequenzia

The facility weren’t far but they were in opposite directions. Sadly you had to choose. Even if you requested more reinforcements towards the area you couldn’t attend to personally, the weight of numbers was important. Which was why this whole Crusade was silly in the first place, since there was no way this was the whole Crusade. In a city of 2.3 million, if 80% were children, that didn’t leave very many adults. Cut out the noncombatants and then you had a truly pitiful number. Technology was a force multiplier but anything multiplied by zero is still zero. That and Code M somehow managed to achieve parity due to their esoteric practices alone. Worse yet was the order to mobilise Judgement. Children were pressed in to war because the situation was that desperate.

Despite that, you just had to hope that the City would hold for now. Jaswinder resolutely accepted her orders as you rushed to aid Sequenzia. Ambrosia was too dangerous to awaken. Her previous escape from captivity had demonstrated the extent of her destructiveness. That was why Sequenzia’s day job was to make sure no one came anywhere close to the prison that held her. It helped that she hated Ambrosia for killing her father and for a time playing her like a virgin on prom night. That and her experience with Code M helped. Really, she was the perfect guard, along with her re-minted Black Crows PMC.

By the time you got there it was a battle between one remaining Code M versus Sequenzia. The latter was losing, despite her Ability. Even when you hopped in to the fray, whips and explosions flying, he still got back up and fought just as ferociously. Still you only had to,

>Use precision munitions
>Keep him occupied

>>38053204
>Use precision munitions

>>38052744
What the fuck kind of spaghetti is that?

>>38053204
>Use precision munitions

>>38053314
its ground beef, its an injoke

You were pretty sure he weighed about 88 kilos yet was mostly muscle. Wasn’t too tall for a Caucasian either, only 160cm give or take a few, and you suspected it was partly due to his physiology. He was dense, and not in figurative sense. Whatever you threw at him stuck but only for a little while. Grievous wounds and other damage healed faster than a normal human. His clothes didn’t and so far you hadn’t managed to destroy his boxers. You think it may have just come to that. When he swung, he wasn’t swinging blindly either. Those blades on his hands were deadly and you only managed to keep him in check by rapidly modifying your right forearm. You had to shut off the pain receptors in your arm as you used each of his blows to cut down your own limb. Each parry sharpened it.

Your arm had been fabricated with a rare earth alloy. That meant Sequenzia could use her Ability on it. With a payload armed and prepped, all that was left was to deliver it to the target and hope it worked. Getting inside his guard was no easy feat but somehow you managed. You liked to think it was due to your size. The sharp end slid straight between the third and fourth rib, stunning him for you to throw the whip in your left to Sequenzia. She caught it and her eyes glowed. The explosion left you with a stump where most of your right arm would have been. Sequenzia was also kind enough to catch you as you flew. Through the haze of the smoke came a deep guttural laughter.

“That was a nice move Little Miss Bonesaw,” he spoke in accented English, “I’d love to stay and play but it looks like I win.”

It looks like his reinforcements had arrived before yours did. That or they were the reason yours wasn’t coming.

“Now step aside.”

>Step aside
>Make a stand

>>38053734
>Make a stand

>>38053734
>Make a stand

>>38053734
>Make a stand

You summed up the situation in your mind. Your centre was yielding, your right arm was gone, an excellent situation all told. You attacked. It did little.

“Well ain’t that cute,” he growled as you refused to stand aside, “Your choice Bonesaw. Your funeral.”

His reinforcements didn’t even make a move as he took enough electrical charge to kill an elephant. Then his claws sunk in to you. It didn’t hit anything vital. Not much was vital to you anyway. The lack of motor control meant he probably severed your spine. It was annoying to replace. Listlessly you slid off as he advanced on Sequenzia next. She wisely surrendered and retrieved you conscious and very annoyed form. Your opponent was gracious enough to let you leave but you were going to get even for this. Yes, you swore. Or you name wasn’t Bonesaw.

Interlude End
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System restore. And another set of patch notes. What now? When writefag and /tg/ meet, the story begins.

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>>38054146
thanks for running

what esper level would "turning werewolves into past" fall under?

>>38054402
Upper tier Level 3 at least.

>>38054450
so the TK is back, does this mean Kyril FINALLY finishes his summer reading?

>>38054580
I wouldn't celebrate so fast if I were you.

>>38054604
you're right, those books were on loan!

so Kyril will have to wait for the movies?

Does the helmet read epub or mobi?

>>38054673
Something to patch in I guess.