Parasite 10.5

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The four engines mounted on the shoulders of Dragon’s armor shifted position, each aiming at a different point within the lobby.  Tattletale was the first of us to turn and run, the rest of us moving to follow as Dragon opened fire.

All in all, Dragon unloaded four streams of containment foam into the lobby, each of the shoulder mounted turrets  gushing like firehoses.  Only flecks of the spray struck us, but they expanded into blobs of foam the size of golf balls and softballs.  Each blob was tacky, sticky, and any attempt to wipe it away just smeared it and exposed more surface area to the air, making it expand more.

If we’d started running a fraction of a second later, we might have been screwed.

Weld moved to block our retreat, but Shadow Stalker stepped up to fight him with one of the dogs, Bentley, joining her.  It made for a pretty effective combination, as Weld couldn’t swing hard enough to hurt the dog without risking hurting his teammate.  The way Regent was having Shadow Stalker fight, there was no self preservation or defense, which worked out to being a more effective combat style than anything else, in its own way.  I was pretty sure Weld had never fought someone who was actively trying to get hit.

I’d been drawing my bugs closer to the building since we arrived, and I brought them into the fray as Dragon continued to lock down the lobby with the spray.  The first tactic I tried was blocking the spray with the bugs.  I didn’t intend to stop the spray, exactly, but I hoped that I could cause the bugs to catch it & drop down atop Dragon, sticking to her.  It didn’t work – the spray was too strong, and the bugs were blasted much too far away.  Only one or two landed on her, and even then, I doubted the positions were that ideal.

Instead, I adjusted my tactics.  The idea was the same, but I didn’t want to sacrifice bugs for the purpose of clogging her systems or blocking her guns if it would be that ineffective.  I gathered some bugs on anything that looked like a sensor – glass panes or openings in the armored vehicle, and I set the rest to gathering on the shattered glass that littered the floor of the lobby.  The feet of the insects and arachnids had setae, or small hairs, which branched further into setules.  These fibers, in turn, harnessed Van der Waals forces to cling even to surfaces as slick as glass.

I’d been reading up.

I didn’t use this grip to stick to the surface, but instead employed it to collectively lift and pick up the glass.  Six or seven bugs could lift a decent-sized piece of glass if they were on the ground, while anywhere from twelve to thirty could fly with one if I managed it right.

I had a few hundred to employ, with more still arriving.

With this glass, I did my best to catch and block the outlying flecks and drips of spray as it flew through the air, at the periphery of the streams.

The spray knocked some pieces of glass from the air, and struck some bugs, causing the group to lose their collective grip and drop the glass.  That was to be expected.  Others, though, caught the foam on one of the flat panes of the glass.  As more bugs rose with the glass between them, I organized them into loose walls and barriers, to maximize the area they were catching and to overlap so that less bugs were exposed to incoming spray.

“She’s got a disadvantage,” Tattletale spoke, her voice low, “This suit is meant to fly to serious crises at a moment’s notice, deal with dangerous foes.  She’s packing too many lethal weapons.”

“That’s a disadvantage?” Regent asked.

“She’s not about to kill us.  Bad PR, especially for a notable hero traveling into another country to fight virtual unknowns like us.  So we only have to worry about her nonlethal weaponry, and she doesn’t have many.”

I nodded acknowledgement, but my focus was elsewhere.  As I judged that enough bugs had caught the foam on one pane of their individual pieces of glass, I directed them to carry the glass down to Dragon.  As I positioned the bugs, the glass stuck to lenses, vents of hot air, vents where air was rushing in, and the smaller joints near segmented areas.

Dragon didn’t seem to notice or care.

“Can she see me?” Imp asked.

Tattletale started to speak, but stopped when one of the streams changed direction to spray closer to us, forcing us to retreat in a hurry.  I glanced at the gift shop.  Would it be a good idea to retreat in there?  The walls were glass, which was both good and bad in that both Dragon and our group could break through it.  The problem was that we risked being trapped if we headed in there.

“No way she got here this fast,” Tattletale spoke, “She’s based in British Columbia, on the other side of the continent.  This has to be remotely controlled, like the one she used to fight Leviathan, which means the only eyes on you are digital, and-”

“She’s not,” Regent interrupted.

“What?” Tattletale asked him.

“There’s someone in there, I tried using my power on her, experimenting, and I felt some kind of nervous system.  Too much material between me and it for me to do anything with it, and I wouldn’t really try it while I’m controlling Shadow Stalker anyways.  I’d probably backfire.”

Shadow Stalker was still fighting Weld.  As Dragon turned a stream toward them, Weld reacted fast enough that I suspected he had some line of communication to her.  He backed out of the way, and Shadow Stalker and the dog both moved in the other direction, with a stream splashing where they had been brawling a second before, blossoming into a pile of foam as tall as they were, separating the two groups of combatants.

Most of my first wave of bugs had either been shot out of the sky by errant bits of spray or had placed their initial pieces of glass and were going back for more.  This wasn’t a K.O. hit, and Dragon was too good to let something this minor stop her, however it might delay or hamper her.  The real issue was that this was too slow, and we were on a tight time limit.  Less than a minute, and the Protectorate would arrive.  Their team was smaller with recent deaths and Armsmaster’s ‘retirement’, and I hadn’t heard about any new recruits.

Then again, I hadn’t heard about the Ward’s new recruits, and here Weld was, being annoyingly persistent.  I was assuming he was the new leader, given his tone with Shadow Stalker.  I wondered if being ridiculously tenacious was a job requirement for being in charge of the Wards.  It made sense to have a commander who wouldn’t be removed from the field by an errant attack.  You wanted someone who would stay in the thick of it for the whole fight.

The gift shop jutted out from the wall of the lobby some, the glass panes arranged to showcase more of the pictures, action figures and memorabilia with three broad windows than they might with one.  This layout gave us some cover from Dragon’s attacks.  Even when the force of the spray served to break the windows, the expansion of the foam at the edges of the frame soon blocked the worst of it off.  If anything, it was closing the windows off.  Only the pane of glass facing us was left unbroken and largely free of foam.

Sensing this, Dragon started to advance further into the lobby.  Her broad, mechanical feet began hissing with vapor, and the goo my ground-borne bugs were hauling towards her began to run, losing its consistency and stickiness.  She set one foot down directly on a pile of foam, and lifted it up again with no difficulty.  It was clear: the foam wouldn’t hamper her.

“So she’s piloting that thing, then?” Imp asked.  “My power works on her?”

“We can’t be sure,” Tattletale spoke, “Don’t risk it.”

Dragon advanced another step, circling our relative cover from the window to spray inches closer to us.  The way it was piling up, there would be no way to go over it, and the route we had available for going around the far end of it was rapidly closing.  We were getting hemmed in, our backs to the wall by the window.

“Imp!” Tattletale shouted, “No!”

I looked at her, confused, but I didn’t have time to figure it out.  A flare of orange light caught my attention.  Dragon’s mouth had opened wide, and she was spewing something like an ignited accelerant into the lobby.  With this fluid, she drew a three-foot wide line of flame onto the lobby floor, stretching from just below her to the stairwell door by the front desk.  She’d cut off our escape route.

Weld leaped into and through the flame, his hook hands swinging wildly.  Some of the accelerant had landed on him, making him burn, but he didn’t seem to mind.

He turned ninety degrees and lunged forward in response to something I couldn’t see or hear, then swept his hooks out in a frenzied series of blind attacks.  On the third swing I saw Imp duck beneath the attack, then stumble back out of his reach, towards us.

“The fucking fuck!?” she shouted.

“Dragon can see you, you twit, and she’s relaying directions to Weld!” Tattletale shouted at our new member, “And what the hell were you hoping to accomplish over there!?”

“I could’ve figured something out,” Imp pouted.

Tattletale didn’t have a response to that.  Instead, she hauled her gun up and then fired a short burst at Weld.  He backed up into the wall of flame, oddly enough, and Tattletale stopped firing.

Two of Dragon’s shoulder turrets were now being set to the task of controlling the flame and keeping it from spreading across the lobby, to the front desk or up to the ceiling.   Twin jets of chemical spray kept the fire limited to the areas Dragon wanted it.

“Doesn’t she care about property damage?” I asked.

“She prefers to keep her data secure and pay out of her own pocket for any damage.  Betting this place is slated for some major renovations anyways, given the state of things,” Tattletale explained.  The foam was inching closer to us as Dragon prowled further into the lobby.

More of my bugs set sticky pieces of glass down on top of lenses and sensors.  That was apparently enough for Dragon, because she stopped spraying the foam altogether and started using the two turrets that weren’t dedicated to fire management to deploying the same vapor that shrouded her legs.  It surrounded her, and the work I’d done to stick things to her began to come apart as the foam turned runny.

A wave of darkness swept over her.  Grue was awake, and had formed a loose group with Shadow Stalker and the dogs.  All but one of the dogs were normal sized, now, with no sign or trace of their mutations.

They still faced the hurdle of passing by Weld, but a blast of darkness and an abrupt change of direction faked out the young hero, letting Grue slip by.

“Dragon’s here!?” he shouted, aghast.

“Yeah!  But we got the stuff, had to wait for you!”

“Go through the gift shop, We’ll meet you outside!”  He charged right behind the spot where Dragon was still within the cloud of darkness, and out the front door.  Shadow Stalker simply passed through Weld and bolted for the door, running faster than the Ward’s leader could, while the smallest dogs stayed just out of his reach, bolting after Grue.  Bentley, the only dog currently under the effects of Bitch’s power, a little beaten and battered, came running towards us, far, far too eager for something that large and strong.

Bitch grabbed his collar before he could leap up to greet her, redirected his momentum, then wrenched him toward the window.  “Go!” she shouted, pointing.

Bentley eagerly plowed through the remaining display window, knocking over DVD racks as he landed in the shop.  We followed him in.

The shop had everything cape related, from movies showcasing individual members of the teams to books, magazines, figurines, toys and posters.  The layout of the shop made it awkward as a battlefield.  The shelves, racks, stands and display cases forced visitors into a winding path as they navigated the shop.

The window looking out on the street was smaller than the display windows, and was covered by metal bars.  Tattletale began unloading the lightning cannon on the bars.

Dragon lunged out of the darkness, then spotted us, her shoulder turrets orienting in our direction.  We ducked behind a heavy wooden magazine stand filled with cape magazines and tourism pamphlets as Dragon opened fire with two streams of containment foam.

Tattletale maintained the electrical assault on the bars even as she joined us in taking cover with her back to the magazine stand.  The gun she was holding began to whine, with a pitch so high I could barely hear it.  Bentley reacted, though, turning his head one way, and then the other.  It made Bitch’s job of holding his collar and ensuring he stayed behind cover twice as difficult.

The bolts holding the bars to the window frame melted before the bars themselves did.  One side swung free, then the entire assembly dropped down on top of a bookshelf.

The entire room shuddered as Dragon forced her way through the display window.  One gigantic metal talon slammed down on the bookshelf, annihilating most of our cover, and we scrambled to find shelter behind the remaining stands.  Her back legs began working their way towards us, the front of her body staying stationary.  This made her back arch, and her head and shoulder mounted turrets gradually shifted to point downward.  It would be seconds before she was spraying the foam down from directly above us.

The whine of Tattletale’s gun reached a crescendo, and a blindingly bright arc of electricity flew from the side of the barrel to skip along the floor.  I worried it would ignite something, but it winked out before it could.

Tattletale lunged for the shelf next to the magazines, grabbing a head-and-torso model of Miss Militia.  She jammed it in between the trigger and the trigger guard of her gun, forcing the trigger into a depressed position.  Then she lobbed the setup over the back of the shattered bookshelf.  The lightning licked the wall and the ceiling before the gun crashed to the floor.  Dragon lurched back to get away from it.

“Go!” Tattletale shouted, setting her feet below her, then leaping between the twin streams of foam that Dragon turned toward us.  She came only an inch shy of making contact with the heap of foam that Dragon had created.

Dragon heaved herself over and beyond the electrical surge the gun was still pumping out, chasing Tattletale, swiping with one mechanical claw.  I got the sense she was pulling her punches to avoid murdering my teammate, because the attack was slow.  Tattletale slipped past, stepping onto the bookshelf to clear the window.  Or maybe it had something to do with the bugs I had gathered on her sensors.

With Tattletale’s escape, Bitch, Imp, Regent, and I were left in the gift shop.  Dragon’s lunge for Tattletale had put her directly in our path to the window, and an uneven pile of containment foam surrounded her, in the middle of the room.

Regent and Imp made a break for it.  Imp ducked around to the left, coming within a hair of being caught by the spray Dragon turned her way, then used the cover of the bookshelves to stay out of the line of fire as she ran for the window.  Dragon half-turned away from the rest of us in pursuit.  Regent moved as if he were going to try to move beneath Dragon using the distraction Imp had provided, clearly intending to step on her metal foot.  He changed his mind when a crackle of visible electricity flashed down the mechanical limb.  He turned a hard right, picking up a piece of bookshelf, and used the wood to block the majority of the spray as he passed beneath one of the stray streams.  From there, much as Imp had, he had a clear route.

Dragon moved to bar more of the window with the bulk of her body, her back arching.  Her upper body and head now pointed almost down at an angle, the streams from her shoulders reorienting to block off the escape routes available to Bitch, her dog and me.

So I did something risky and borderline stupid.  I lunged forward and stepped onto the metal foot of Dragon’s armored suit, like Regent had been planning to do until he discovered it was electrified.

I had known the same spider silk I’d used for my costume was insulated against electrical charges, had even put that into practice in my fight against Armsmaster during the fundraiser.  This was something altogether different.

I could feel the faint tendrils of electricity snake over the surface of my body, though I only stepped on the metal foot once.  I couldn’t tell if the source of the electricity was the gun Tattletale had rigged and thrown – Dragon’s tail was close enough to it for the electricity to flow to her – or if it was from Dragon’s body itself.

Though the footing was unsteady, I was careful not to touch the metal leg with my upper body, and even turned my head away, risking throwing myself off balance, so my hair wouldn’t make contact with it.  As I understood it, the biggest danger the electricity posed was that my body would become part of a circuit.  If the circuit included vital organs, I’d be a goner, and that kind of closed circuit could happen if the electricity could run from my hand and through my heart on the way to my foot.

The gamble and assumption I was working with was that electricity followed the path of least resistance.  Insulated costume vs. vapor in the air?  It would travel through the vapor.  Insulated costume vs. metal leg?  It would travel down the leg.

Either way, I was glad when I didn’t burn my foot or have it get fried or go numb.  I was damn glad I didn’t die.

With all of this consuming my attention, I was caught off guard when something large brushed against me while I was mid-leap.

The impact threw my airborne momentum off, drove me to one side.  My first, most immediate, thought, before I even considered the source of the attack, was where I was about to land.  It was reflexive, but I sent a spray of bugs out from the armor near my glove, scattering them onto the area just in front of me.

Before I had even figured out what my bugs were sensing, I reacted to their signals.  I slammed my arm out, rigid, my hand splayed, and felt a jarring pain as I tried to absorb my entire body weight with one arm and force myself away.  I felt a lack of traction as my hand made contact with something soft and squishy.  My maneuver was too minor to make a real difference, but I managed to buy myself a precious few inches.

My hand, arm and shoulder were caught in the containment foam.

I tried to raise myself to see Dragon looming above, but the foam offered only a rubbery resistance.  It had set with the contact, bonded to my costume.  I was pinned face down on the ground.

What I did see, as I raised my head as high as I was able?  Bitch was astride Bentley, who’d grown large enough to ride, and they were standing near the window leading into the street.  I could only see her eyes behind the plastic of her mask, and everything else was communicated through her bearing, her posture, the angle of her head.  I’d seen something similar when I’d first met her.

It hadn’t been Dragon that knocked me into the foam.

Dragon turned her upper body to strike at Bitch.  As she moved, her back leg was close enough that some of the vapor was getting on me, slowly liquefying the foam.  It was too slow to matter.  Dragon had me.

Her stainless steel jaws snapped for Bentley, but the dog was already slipping out the window.  Bitch had dismounted and was running to one side, heading off in a different direction to exit at the far end of the window.

Which left me in the gift shop with Dragon.

“I have a sworn responsibility to protect that data,” she said as she turned her attention to me.  She sounded surprisingly normal.  Her voice was clearly digitized, but it was still too human to match the massive metal frame.

“Can’t help you there.  One of my teammates has it.”

“Where are they taking it?”

I stayed silent.

“Your teammates left you behind.  I’ve read the file on what happened after the Endbringer attack.  Hard feelings?”

“Something like that.”

“If they aren’t going to be loyal to you, why protect them?”

Because someone else was depending on it.  But I wasn’t going to say that out loud.

The whine of the lightning gun increased by an octave.  I saw Dragon’s upper body shift in reaction.

“Move the insects away from my suit, now,” Dragon ordered me.

“Why would I-”

“Now,” she ordered, and there was an urgency in her tone that banished any suspicion on my part that there was a ruse or that somehow it might serve my interest to disobey.  I withdrew my bugs, but I kept them poised to return if needed.

Dragon moved back, and her body coiled around the spot where the gun had fallen, segments meeting to loosely interconnect with one another, forming a dome-shaped encasement.  Two shoulder turrets began dispensing foam directly downward, into the dome.

“Count yourself fortunate, Skitter.  I’ve never killed a criminal without explicit permission and all the filed paperwork, and I’m not about to start with you.  I’ll be in contact.”

“What?”  I had to raise my voice to be heard over the high pitched whine.  I couldn’t figure out what she meant.

“Think about what I said.  Take a close look at those priorities of yours.”

The vapor had melted enough foam that I could pull myself free and stand.  I got five paces away before the whine ceased.  A second later, lightning began to spill from the gun in overtime.  Dragon’s body served to block the vast majority of it, but a few arcs slipped through the cracks in her body.

The full meaning of her words struck me the moment the gun detonated.  A large portion of her suit was destroyed, as was one of the limbs.  Dragon fell to one side.

She’d saved me?

Regent had said Dragon was inside, piloting it, hadn’t he?  I stepped closer, trying to see if she was okay.

Regent was right.  There was someone – something – in the suit of armor.

It looked like a fetus, the features were crude, barely humanoid in any sense of the word.  The eyes were half-formed, and it had no nose, only a beak-like mouth.  The head was half-again as large as the body below the neck.  Wires wove in and out of orifices.

It turned to look at me, then made a low mewling sound.  The metal around it began to glow red-hot, then white-hot.  Burns consumed the thing and the flesh changed to a charred black texture as the metal of the frame began to melt and dissolve.  Whatever had happened with the Dragonslayers, it seemed Dragon was dedicated to eliminating all traces of her work when her suits were damaged.

But was that Dragon?

No.  She’d seemed to know she was sacrificing her suit, but she’d also said she was going to get in contact with me in the future.  I backed away, then ran for the window.

So what the hell had I just seen?

Had that been someone who was physically affected by their powers?  I wasn’t even sure if it was human.

I had a growing, uneasy feeling that this wasn’t related to powers and trigger events in the conventional sense.  I pushed it out of my mind.  I had something more pressing to focus on.

I set my foot on the bookcase, then stepped up and through the window to exit the building.  I could see the others dispatching two members of the Protectorate.  Tattletale hurried towards me, said something about the explosion, that she thought I’d be out by now.  I barely registered it.  My attention was on one person as I strode forward.


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44 thoughts on “Parasite 10.5

      • No but back at the event where she was alone with Bitch and they got threatened & attacked by the EEE thugs, I had a strong feeling that she SHOULD have said these words at a certain point, with a comma in between. Really, I had.

  1. I’m starting to get way too much of an X-com vibe from these things lately. Now she’s using odd living thingies in her suits. I’m really starting to wonder if our Dragon might not be the paragon of ethics we thought. Dragonslayers may have gotten away with some damning evidence.

    Now if you’ll excuse me, I’ve got to go fight Weld upon finding out his weakness towards people who want to get hit.

    *steps out in leather bondage gear, assless chaps, and a mask that allows the mouth and eyes to be zipped up* Alright, Weld, time to face the menace of Masochist Man!…I’m just in this for the money.

    Then again, what hero would be able to handle that kind of enemy easily? It’s like with streakers. Who really wants to be the one to tackle them? Or better yet, Pepper Spray Man-whose skin generates pepper spray. Not so fun to punch and headbutt. Oooh, that explains the stripperific qualities of so many super heroine costumes. Think about it, who wants to be the one to grab and punch at a woman who might fall out of their costume at any moment? If you have no shame over that, though, just tear off the front and run away, as happened when Moonstone (as Ms. Marvel) had to stay behind and cover up.

    Then again, we’re talking about the Wormverse here. Half the heroes are crazier than the villains. Weld is maybe the nicest guy we’ve seen, and he’s still a little bit of an impersonal robot.

    • I am supposed to be revising so my family is probably wondering why they can hear me snorting and chocking on my water as I read this…we really do need more nutty heroes/villains like that in fiction….if not reality. Masochist man. That will probably work.

      • There was a short story in the anthology Masked called “Where Their Worm Dieth Not” that featured a Batman-like character whose costume was supposed to look like bondage gear, including a black mask with zippered slits for mouth, eyes, and nostrils, and a bare, shaved chest. He wore it because he was motivated to become a hero because of the death of his father, who was a prominent judge who was found dead in that gear. Despite what they said at the time, he’s sure his father was murdered and set up to look like that. The message of the story perhaps alludes to a sense of punishment, but not in the sexual sense.

        Aside from that, there was also Captain Carnage from The Watchmen.

        Laurie Juspeczyk: Hey, you remember that guy? The one who pretended to be a supervillain so he could get beaten up?
        Dan Dreiberg: Oh, You mean Captain Carnage. Ha ha ha! He was one for the books.
        Laurie: You’re telling me! I remember, I caught him coming out of this jeweller’s. I didn’t know what his racket was. I start hitting him and I think “Jeez! He’s breathing funny! Does he have asthma?”
        Dan: Ha Ha Ha. He tried that with me, only I’d heard about him, so I just walked away. He follows me down the street in broad daylight, right? He’s saying “Punish me! Punish me!” I’m saying “No! Get lost!”
        Laurie: Ha Ha Ha. What ever happened to him?
        Dan: Well, he pulled it on Rorschach, and Rorschach dropped him down an elevator shaft.

    • Um have you seen police? generally people who go into jobs like that have power issues, mostly they want to be in power. Superheroes wouldn’t be much different. To be honest in my life like 80% or more of people are selfish. And I went to a school you had to do tests to get into

  2. Well, apparently Dragon’s specialty is creating humanoid AIs or constructs of some kind, and she just creates absurdly powerful battlesuits on the side. Whoever described Dragon as a walking Singularity may have been right on the money. I’ve always wondered–what’s preventing Taylor from going unaffiliated and taking herself out of the game entirely?

    My thought when Taylor started walking toward Bitch:

    Also, thank God this update is on a Saturday, because I can’t wait a week to find out what’s going to happen here.

    • Immediately, Coil’s pet is keeping her in the game. Beyond that, probably the fact that there’s nothing else for her, as far as she knows(or can accept).

      I’m glad that chibi dragon didn’t ask Skitter to open her miiiiind.

  3. FYI, guys, hit the next benchmark, so expect a bonus chapter on the 17th. Many thanks to those who gave. I was looking into how I might set up a meter, with a gauge tracking how far along things are, didn’t quite get it (I have ideas but need my regular PC to test them) but I did fix up the button on the front page. If you hover over it, it shows the current standing.

    I’m back home on Wednesday, so chapters maybe won’t be quite so choppy/error prone after that. Sorry to anyone who checked in right after the update went up & noticed maybe an unfinished sentence or extraneous punctuation.

    Oh, and Drunkfu did some Worm fanart. Check it out.

    • I’d rather have a million errors than no update. Especially when they are this good!

      But I only noticed one significant one=P “dispensing dome directly” dome should be, I guess, foam?

      Very cool artwork! Interesting interpretation; definitely gets the spindliness right, a definite runner physique.

  4. Time to throw in my own wild mass guessing as to Dragon’s schtick:
    1) All of her armours have one of those fetus-things driving it. This is the easy, obvious part.
    2) Those things aren’t artificially made in a test tube, she actually gives birth to them.
    3) The fetus-things are telepathically connected to the mother, forming a gestalt consciousness that allows each of the units to operate at Dragon’s full ability and focus.
    Corollary: Each fetus-thing IS Dragon.
    Corollary 2: Dragon’s one cold bitch. Massive respect.

    • What’s wild mass guess without me? 238 kilograms!

      Said fetusthingies, according to conventional wisdom, are the method by which Dragon controls these things. We’ve assumed Dragon was good with AIs, but instead she would appear to just use a living mind instead of an artificial one. Much better control than an AI, with less effort into writing and correcting code. The more ethical way to go is if it wasn’t sapient, but who knows at this point.

      Either way, hijack all the neural pathways that would normally go to regular bodily limbs and instead hook in the mech’s limbs and such in there, then have a method to control the fetusthingie. Is there any such thing as a Tinker with psionic powers, or perhaps she’s just really good at connecting her mind to other systems via technology, though her ability to affect things via the other system is limited by the hardware and software.

      More guessing: The Dragonslayers figured out how to isolate and control the fetusthingies in their suits. The reason they’ve not been Dragon-stomped yet is due to the presence of said fetuses as useful blackmail material. If one gets away and shows how she’s controlling her stuff, it looks really bad for her.

      Or the fetuses were added as a security precaution to prevent further theft. A living mind is much more difficult to hack than a computer (the secret to hacking a human brain involves a special operating system known as “Cleaver 1.0” and possibly “Axe 2.3”).

      Or the Dragonslayers got away with it because they are her attempt to outmaneuver whatever agencies would feel uncomfortable with her utilizing fetuses, having a bunch of mechs, and controlling the super prison. Such power concentrated into one person’s hands is worth worrying about. If Dragon knows they feel this way and might force her into retirement, she might have let some of her armor get stolen so that she is still necessary to counteract the threat of the Dragonslayers.

      Alternatively, the armor could have been legitimately stolen, but Dragon lets them go and implies that it was set up so as to make whoever watches the watchmen realize she knows what they’re thinking and might have set that up as a form of security, meanwhile protecting her conscience (if applicable) or otherwise keeping herself from having a real link to the crime that would allow her to be prosecuted.

      Or she just sacrifices the lives of these little fetus thingies to show that she’s just as crazy as the Americans she sometimes helps rescue. Otherwise, they’d not like being saved by a Canadian.

      • Well okay, I read what the deal was on TVTropes before this, but if I hadn’t spoiled myself, my guess would be that their isn’t one Dragon, but rather a group of like minded Tinkers combining their skills. The Fetus thingys are wetware CPU’s/modified Clones made for the purpose of operating the suits. Hmmn, maybe I’ll use that idea someday.

  5. “I’d probably backfire” strikes me as if it should read “It’d probably backfire” – just quick before I forget.

  6. Oh man… I really hope that Dragon isn’t engaging in unethical cloning/biotech shenanigans. I like Dragon.

    • What’s unethical about cloning? Or biotech, for that matter? Sure, there’s a bit of an ick factor, but you can’t make everyone in the world immortal without breaking a few societal conventions.

      • Did that cyborg fetus give informed consent?

        I hope it’s not a spoiler to say that having the cyborg fetus reveal in this chapter is a pointless dead end story element, hard to reconcile with subsequent dragon lore.

        • It’s covered in Dragon’s interlude at the end of this arc. Yeah, it dead ends, but I don’t think it’s hard to reconcile with who Dragon is.

  7. I followed a link to your story from Metafilter and have been engaging in a delicious archive binge. I’ve gotten this far and wanted to let you know that I dig the story, I love the new take on superheroes, and even more than *that* I love all the backstories you’ve given the characters, which adds so many shades to their interactions.

    Added to the watch list. Now: back to the binge! Words, get in my brain!

  8. No real typos spotted, but a bit of rephrasing and respelling might be appropriate.
    “As I’d hoped, he was still hot enough that the gun bonded to the metal of his body, I could help to hamper his movements” – The last part doesn’t flow quite right/logically from the rest of the sentence. I think a semicolon should be in place of the second comma.
    “could cause the bugs to catch it & drop down atop Dragon” – make the “&” an “and”.

    • “So we only have to worry about her nonlethal weaponry, and she doesn’t have many.”

      “Many weapons,” or “much weaponry,” but please, not “many weaponry.” Of course, anyone, even Tattletale, may mis-speak in the heat of battle.

  9. Whee. So awesome. Nailbiting action scenes, with interpersonal developments and plot revelations built in!

    So presumably the self-destruct mechanism in each of Dragon’s suits, while ostensibly to keep it from being analysed, also serves to keep the… biological component secret from almost everybody. Therefore I wouldn’t assume that most of the Protectorate already know about it; I wouldn’t be surprised if Skitter is the first person apart from Dragon and the Dragonslayers to get out alive with that knowledge.

    It’s nice to see that Dragon is a good egg though (as the Birdcage interlude already suggested). When her options are to save the suit and let the attacking supervillain die, or to save the villain at the cost of giving up a suit and a secret about the suits’ composition, she chooses the latter.

    A couple of mispunctuations:
    heard about the Ward’s new recruits
    faster than the Ward’s leader

    • If you think about it, the only reason she didn’t let Skitter die is because she hadn’t already done the paperwork.

      I’m not going to malign Dragon’s character because she is awesome, but I think theres something being said here about her.

  10. I loved Weld from the first description before Leviathan, for some reason, and each time I read him I love him more :-3 Still I want Skitter to kick his ass XD

    What would happen if Wolverine tried to claw Weld?

  11. Typo: “I hadn’t heard about the Ward’s new recruits” – the apostrophe should be at the end of the word ie. “The Wards’ new recruits”.

  12. This is a gripping, exciting novel. Loving it, but still not finished.

    In recent chapters I have started noticing a grammatical construction that sounds discordant to my ear: the use of “anyways” rather than “anyway”. At first I thought maybe it was an intentional language affectation for Taylor’s character — but then realized it seemed to be used for everyone. I investigated, and confirmed “anyway” appears to be widely (albeit not unanimously) preferred — with “anyways” often mentioned as being a South/mid-South dialect. (and my impression is that Brockton Bay is set further north). Don’t know if you’re interested in this observation, or whether someone else has already mentioned it (sorry, I’ve only read some of the Worm commentary).

    Anyway, you may want to consider, among many

    • Wildbow is from Canada and that’s even further north than Brockton Bay, and I note your data doesn’t seem to cover Canada, just the States. So it could very easily be a Canadian thing and perfectly normal.

  13. Wait. Dragon is COMPETENT!Dr. Robotnik?! This has to be far and away the biggest twist yet, Wildbow. Possibly in anything.

  14. «Six or seven bugs could lift a decent-sized piece of glass if they were on the ground, while anywhere from twelve to thirty could fly with one if I managed it right.» No, that would not work. For example, I’ve seen a video where a dozen quadcopters were strapped to a screen panel the size of a door. When the screen was then covered with thin plastic cling wrap, the copters could not lift it at all! Flying requires that the air pushed down reacts against the bug. Carying something that the air would hit causes the momentum to cancel out. The large glass is blocking the thrust of the insects who would try to carry it.

  15. Man, it is so wierd reading this after reading two dozen or so fanfictions. I know a lot of things that haven’t come up at this point, but there are things that make me think a lot of worm fanfics are written by people that have never read this canon, only other fics.
    I wonder if this is how Tattletale feels sometimes…

  16. Thought I’d just say it, this is the point where I got bored and stopped reading, about halfway through the chapter. I also skippped over all of arc 9 after reading the first chapter, didn’t care. The bridge between taylor and the undersiders was burnt after the leviathan attack, and seeing her licking their boots to get them to accept her again doesn’t sit well with me somehow, I thought she was with them to escape this sort of hostile environment.

    I also don’t agree with her ‘plan’ to rescue Dinah, she’s clearly underqualified and it’s gonna take a lot more than one person to blindside coil enough to take away his favorite toy, she should have informed the protectorate on coil’s plans, and Dinah’s location leaving it to the more capable and staffed protectorate.

    After that she should have cut ties and run to another city with her dad using some of that cash she got from coil, possibly with her dad, there she could without problems ask to join a superhero group giving bad blood between her and some wards as an excuse when asked why she initially refused. She’s not an idiot, this would clearly have been one of the best choices, she wouldn’t have to betray her friends directly even if she’d betray coil, no bad conscience.

    I feel at this point that there is an overcommitment or even favoritism on the authors behalf for the undersiders team which Taylor, clearly, never wanted to be a part of because she doesn’t want to be a freaking villain in the first place! This is starting to paint Taylor in a similar light as Purity, going back to an abusive relationship for no good reasons, desperately clinging to friends who clearly hate her guts by now (besides tattletale). The sudden introduction of Imp at this point feels sloppy and pointless from a readers perspective even if it can be logically justified, she doesn’t add anything at all to the story and needlessly slows down the pacing of it.

    While it’s nice to see Sophia in some pain, I can’t find any other point I’m enjoying anymore, basically after all the shit that went down with and after leviathan, the team is back together and little to nothing has really changed overall when a huge change was seemingly right around the corner even before leviathan’s announcement. I feel disappointed that the opportunity to move the story’s direction wasn’t taken, and I feel disappointed that against all odds nobody important died in the leviathan attack.

    I’m getting tired of grue’s character, regent is undisruptive enough that I don’t care much, rachel’s antics are getting really old, basically at this point the only character in the main… entire cast I even remotely like is tattletale. Now that taylor’s gone full retard anyways. I’m surprised I even made it this far, but it makes sense I’d stop here, the only time I felt things were really exciting were during the leviathan attack, and in it’s aftermath. Stands to reason that when everything went 80% back to normal (with the 20% pretty much being the tension between the undersiders, and everybody besides them and coil being completely in the gutter) and no impact was made except for a minor mental change in taylor’s psyche as her brain damage starts showing, I’d be disappointed.

    More of the same doesn’t keep my interest forever, this looked like it was going to be a turning point, it wasn’t, nothing’s changed and so here it ends for me.

    I always felt that this story was dancing a fine line between being dark and not (while everyone told me before I’d started reading it was dark), it finally seemed to be getting dark around arc 8 but that direction has been completely reversed now, and the authors weak stomach comes to light. Was worth reading till arc 8, disillusion started showing when tattletale’s dramatized fall off a large building wasn’t just survived, but left no major injury to speak of. I was a bit bummed to see my favorite character die (although I half assumed she’d survive), disappointed to see her return like it never happened as it showed the true colors of the story.

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