Piracy (Original Sci Fi)

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Josh felt a rumbling. Despite the uselessness of it, he looked into the darkness towards where he thought that the rumbling was coming from. With how little space he had, Josh couldn’t really turn his body, but he could turn his head to look towards the rumbling. Throughout his entire ride, he’d never heard or felt this kind of rumbling before. There was the hum of… something, maybe the engines, but from his cramped and sealed box, he couldn’t really tell what was going on. Then there was the sound of the alien’s version of a klaxon started blaring through the walls of the box the aliens had shoved him in.

There was a sudden impact that rocked the ship, if Josh had not been lying down in his little metal coffin, he might have been knocked off his feet. From what he could hear, there was some kind of growling voice coming from some kind of intercom, blaring through the deck. For a moment, he just lay there, unable to do anything as it seemed like some kind of emergency was happening. The next, the lid on his box popped open above him. Reaching up, Josh pulled himself out a little to peak out. Treaded robots with some kind of turret mounted on their heads drove past just as he and a couple of other faces looked out from the various crates they were in. They almost looked like some kind of remote controlled tank.

Another hit rocked the ship and Josh, along with a small wave of people, were flung from their crates. Josh barely had time to realise as he flew through the air that the walls were stacked high with crates, many were filled with people, or for those closer to the top, had been. A wave of human bodies and screams came as people landed on the ground, crying out in pain as they hit the floor. Josh was lucky to be closer to the ground so he didn’t have far to fall, and a few bodies absorbed his fall.

There was a high-pitched whine, the turrets on the bots turned towards them, and scarlet beams of light started to fire at them even as they fell. The bolts of light firing into the crowd instantly lit people ablaze as they were hit. People were screaming and panicking, jumping up and trying their best to avoid the rapid bursts of light that were cutting them down. Josh did the same as he picked himself up and ran. High pitched beeps followed them as they ran, unwilling to be gunned down for the crime of being tossed from their crates.

Fuck this! Josh thought as he dodged left into a different hallway. He heard more pounding feet behind him as some people seemed to have followed him. All too quickly, however, he heard the sound of tracks behind him, the sound of what could be a laser blast, and the sound of someone falling over. Then ahead of him, somewhere to the left, Josh heard the boom of gunfire and the humming buzz of lasers.

Fuck fuck fuck! Not knowing what else he could do, Josh just ran. There wasn’t anything he could do but try to run through the halls and hope that he didn’t get shot. With each footfall, however, another lance of death burst from the bots behind him and hit those following him. Soon enough he’d be next. Josh turned again, right this time, trying to get away from the sound of the guns and lasers, trying to throw off his pursuers, trying anything to get away from the danger. As he turned, he saw the last of the people who’d turned off like him fall. His eyes were wide, pain played across his face as he fell to his side.

Josh stumbled as he saw that, barely managing to stay on his feet as he redoubled his efforts, breathing hard as he sprinted forward. He could still hear the treads of the tiny tank following him, getting closer. He was next, in the next couple of seconds he was fucked unless he rounded the next corner before the bot got close enough to fire. There weren’t any hand holds, and the only way he’d make it was if he sprinted as hard as he could and then somehow turned. Josh lowered his head as he pumped his legs as hard as he’d ever done before, getting closer and closer to the corner. As he raised his head, Josh saw he was nearly there, and tried to angle his approach so that he could try to kick off of the ground to throw himself down the hall.

Then his foot slipped, or it caught something, or maybe he’d just been clumsy, but Josh tripped forward, his eyes wide as he threw his arms forward to catch himself, trying to avoid the pain even though he already knew he was dead. Then he felt an impact on his left side and a split second later he heard the sound of the laser as he felt himself being rolled up in something, holding him tightly.

On instinct Josh struggled against whatever was binding him. Somehow still alive despite the laser blast. Josh shouted as he struggled, his body getting more wrapped up as something coiled around him. There was a hiss, and something shifted, nearly bending Josh in half as he was pulled to the side, brought along by whatever was coiled around him. There was the sudden thunderous boom as a gun fired three times. The sound deafened Josh, and his ears rang. Rattled, he looked around, and saw massive aliens in heavy armour rushing forwards from the side hallway, huge guns on them that looked like some kind of long box. They were far larger than his captors, where his captors were generally around the size of a man, these monsters were like huge brick shithouses given life and heavy armour. They seemed vaguely lizardesque with their thick tails and helmets that looked like they had a muzzle.

A hand gently landed on his head and began to stroke back his short hair. Josh looked up and his eyes widened as he saw a massive snake creature with the same kind of gun as the huge armoured lizard guys. The Snake was one handing the damn thing while her other hand stroked his head. The snake was armoured like the lizard guys, adapted to her body with some kind of rough cloth that was on the bottom side of her armour, the part that was wrapped around him. Her helmet wasn’t fully sealed, leaving her mouth free for some reason. Then Josh noticed that the snake had breasts on her. For a moment he was distracted, he was a hot blooded male after all, but then he cocked his head wondering why a snake of all things had breasts.

Slowly, the ringing in his ears began to disappear. Pulling his mind from admiring the shaped fetish armour she had on, Josh focused back on the fact that he was tied up in the coils of the snake lady, unable to move as her thick coils wrapped around him. The lizards walked up to them and began to speak in some kind of guttural tone while the snake hissed back. The lizard and his squad nodded and seemed to touch something on their armour before talking into it. A hissing sound came through some speakers before cutting out. The lead lizard made two sounds which the rest of the squad of theirs echoed before they all started to jog down the hall, leaving Josh and the massive snake lady there with the destroyed robot.

Josh made a few squirming movements, testing the strength of the coils again, but once more, it was to no avail as the snake woman’s coils were still far too powerful for him to even budge. The snake looked down at Josh now, her free hand still stroking his head like he was a dog. Nervous giggles slowly broke their way through Josh as despite the situation, he was slowly being calmed down by the snake lady. He wasn’t going to be killed, not immediately, which was alright, not great, but alright for now. A nervous giggle slowly made its way out as Josh’s adrenaline slowly fell and his heart began to slow down.

Another group of snakes came around the corner, both of them wielding their boxy rifle weapons and scanning the area as they approached while the snake holding Josh looked over to them. There was a small amount of hissing between the two before the snake woman slowly unwrapped herself from around Josh. As she did so, she kept one hand on his head as if to keep him still. Once she finished unwinding, her hand came off his head and he felt a small push towards one of the snakes. One of the two placed her hand on his head as the other slithered her way past him. With that, the snake that had saved him turned with the other and they followed in the direction that the lizards went.

Josh felt his head get turned towards the direction that the new snake ladies had come from. Judging by the slight pressure at the back of his head to move forward, he assumed that she was there to guide him to wherever. Seeing no other option other than being shot, Josh followed the snake lady’s implied orders and began to walk along, passing the ruined scraps of the bot as they walked.

The first thing Josh noticed as he was being guided was the smell. It nearly made him gag as he smelt something burning up ahead and he started to hack and cough. Soon enough the snake lady just picked him up by the torso and carried him under arm as they kept moving towards the source of the horrible smoke.

They didn’t have to go on for too long before they came across what looked like a mixed crew of lizards and snakes, moving stacks of crates into their ship, the kind of crates that not minutes ago, Josh had been in. The ruins of multiple tank robots littered the ground or had been swept to the side. A number of human bodies were piled high or pushed to the side as those working continued to either move the crates of humans or were simply moving humans into the ship. Most of them were groaning and seemed to be in pain as they were moved. Some of the humans had arms twisted in wrong directions, others were being carried onto the ship like he was by either an armoured lizard or one of the large snake women, hacking and coughing. Josh could also see what looked like scorch marks and even a few fires that had burst out among the bodies.

As Josh looked around, he spotted a pair of slavers, the bastards that had come to Earth. The alien slavers were a bi-pedal species that looked like some kind of striped werewolf hyena people. The slavers stood against the wall as a group of snakes and lizards aimed at them. It didn’t take long for Josh to realize what was about to happen, and a moment later, jets of plasma sprayed out of the bottom barrel of the reptile’s boxy guns, coating them, lighting their fur on fire, drawing from them horrified and agonized screams. Mixed in those screams were the sounds of hisses and rough grunts as the slavers burned.

Despite everything that they’d put him through, Josh couldn’t find joy in their death as he was hauled into the tunnel towards the other ship.

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As the snake carried Josh, he was free to watch what was going on around the reptilian ship. All around there was movement as more of the heavily armoured wide lizards slithered or stomped their way around, grunting and hissing as they moved and made demanding sounds. All the while smaller reptiles moved around the place, bringing various kinds of equipment to the larger creatures, working on various parts of the ship that were hidden behind the steel gray panels. In other places, there was a mix of lightly armoured snakes, both big and small working on consoles or hauling some kind of equipment that looked like radar dishes. Like the slave ship, there were different sounding klaxon’s blazing and deep roars blaring over some kind of intercom.

Despite trying to take everything in, Josh quickly found his gaze continually shifting from the larger creatures and the various parts of the ship to focus on the smaller snakes and lizards. Unlike the far larger lizards, the smaller bluish green lizards were clothed in some kind of one piece swimsuits. They also had fleshy whisker things making it almost seem like some kind of collar for them. Unlike the larger lizards, their snouts were shorter, and they had large black eyes. In truth, they were kind of cute as from the few looks Josh got they had this innocent look to them. Their eyes, however, didn’t distract well enough from their most distracting features, their ass. The little lizards were, in a word, thick. Their asses were like dump trucks while their thighs were thick lamb shanks. Half of the time their rears were barely covered up by their one-pieces. Half the time their outfits often rode up their cracks, basically advertising their rears. From the slap one of the smaller lizards got from one of the armoured wide lizards, that might actually be what they were doing.

The smaller lizards were only half of the reason he had gotten distracted. The other were the smaller snakes. Like their larger cousins, the smaller snakes were dressed in a similar kind of body sock, though theirs weren’t armoured, it was still the same bodysock, same open mouthed helmet. They even had breasts as their larger cousins. The breasts of the smaller snakes were just as large, rather than being shrunk to fit the smaller size of the snake. Not only that but while they didn’t have the ass of the smaller lizards, their hips swayed in a hypnotic way as they slithered around the ship.

Abruptly, they stopped and Josh was manhandled around until he was standing on his own two feet again. There is a loud hissing as two of the smaller lizards who’d been walking by abruptly stopped, looking up at the large snake while stealing glances at Josh who was doing his best to hide his awkward erection. There was some more hissing before the two lizards nod and move to either side of Josh, reaching to grab at his arms. Not really sure what to do, Josh pulled his arms away from his side and let them grab a hold of him before they started pulling at him, urging him forwards, deeper into the ship.

As they moved further into the ship, one of the smaller lizards reached downwards from his arm to Josh’s crotch, and grabbed his bulge before he could react.

“Gah, the hell!?” Josh shouted as he struggled in the grip of the lizards. The one which had grabbed him pulled away as the two of them seemed to start to giggle, making quiet higher pitched sounds rhythmically as what looked like smiles began to spread across their short muzzles while a twinkle shined in their admittedly cute eyes. There was a loud growl from one of the large lizards as it passed, and the two lizards holding him did their best to hide their amusement before moving on.

Josh saw that he wasn’t the only person being guided forward. Other humans were being led into the hallway one way or another. Some were being guided by either of the warrior species, but most were guided by the smaller lizards or the smaller snakes, pulling at the human’s arms, as everyone was slowly guided forwards down the large corridors.

The further in they got, the less of the warriors that could be seen and the more of the smaller reptiles could be seen working on various things in the ship. Then Josh saw one of the hyena-wolf aliens. Unlike the ones that were on the ship he’d been loaded on, this one wasn’t wearing a uniform, but rather had on some kind of casual clothing as well as their fur was all kinds of messy and unkempt. Unlike his captors, this one kept its head down, never trying to draw attention to itself as it continued its task, which apparently was hauling around a big bag of something. What was more striking to Josh, however, was the metallic collar around the alien’s neck. It looked almost the same as his own collar that was still sealed around his neck.

The procession of humans, lizards, and snakes turned down a corridor and entered into a long hallway with more doors on all sides. From what Josh could see ahead, another group of people were being led into the rooms by the smaller reptiles, pushed in one at a time while the bigger armoured lizards stood watch over them as they entered the room. As they got closer, the ones near the front of his group were mixed in with the group ahead of them. All around them were a cacophony of hisses and reptilian grunts coming from the lizards and snakes gathered around them, herding them into whatever the rooms were.

A man ahead of Josh broke from the crowd, and nearly managed to get past some of the guards, only for one of the large lizards to grab him by the arm. Josh almost expected the man to get his arm ripped off or something, but instead, the lizards just roughly pulled him back into the group, and let out a deep growl. The man shouted something, but it was in a language that Josh didn’t understand. When the lizards leveled his gun at the man, however, he quickly shut up, and the people in front moved faster.

Finally, it was Josh’s turn to enter the room. He was guided by the two smaller lizards, and as he was about to enter the room, the other little lizards quickly gave Josh’s bulge another cheeky squeeze, bringing forth a yelp from him. Josh gave the lizard a look who just giggled at him before he finally stepped forward. As he entered, the door shut behind him. Seems the others would be going to another room. The room itself wasn’t very bright compared to the rest of the ship. The best explanation that Josh could think of was that they were saving on the power bill but if they had a damn spaceship, they could spare a bit of power on some lights right? Other than that, it looked similar to the rest of the ship, grey steel panels.

From the looks of it, most of the people were dressed in either some kind of Arabic garb, or had that kind of look to them. From the sounds of it, none were speaking English, if they were speaking at all. Some were comforting each other while others sat alone. Taking a deep breath in, and finally letting it out in a sigh, Josh leaned against the door as he slid down it to sit at the base of it.

“Fucking hell.”

“Hey there, glad to hear English around here,” Josh heard and looked up to see a man coming over. He was older than Josh and larger than him. While Josh wasn’t exactly slim, this man, if he were a foot taller he could have been a lizard. The big man had that kind of farmer's build where you knew they were strong enough to lift a hay bale but still had a gut on them. He was dressed in a button up shirt and jeans with a huge brass belt buckle on him, as well as a holster on his hip but there wasn’t a gun in it. Slavers knew to take those off of people.

“So, where you from?” the man asked as he came over to sit down.

“Washington, state, right along the border, you?” Josh said while the heavy set man nodded.

“Canada, right around the prairies there… so, how’d the wolves get you?” the man asked.

“Same as most other Americans from what I heard, Aliens wanted us to give up our guns so everyone told them to fuck off. Their armies finally reached us I guess, I was working on putting some armour on a truck when they rolled through the place and caught me while I was working, how about you?” Josh asked. The heavy set man shrugged before spoke.

“Must have been in a city eh? You know they blast anything less from orbit if they get resistance,” the man shakes his head, “poor souls. No, they got us to surrender a while ago after they blasted a few farms from orbit. They started demanding tribute from the town so we had to pull sticks, and unfortunately, I got the short end.”

“Any idea what’s going to happen to us?” Josh asked, already knowing the answer. It was the same one everyone had when they’d gotten sealed into small boxes.

“No idea.”

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One imp, two imp, three imp, four… (Tome of Imps / Worm)

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Aisha never really saw herself as greedy, or even really actively envious unless it was actively being shoved in her face, like if some rich guy was showing off to his buddies his cool new watch. That was just begging any old pickpocket to take it, her power just made it so that she could cheat a bit in teaching him a lesson, that was all. Sure she was a part of a gang of thieves, but that was because being a cape was cool as hell. Yet, even if she wasn’t greedy, that didn’t mean she couldn’t enjoy the finer things in life, like this cool ass book she found that had a cool symbol on it and was bound up like one of those really hold books. Sure she likely wouldn’t ever read it, but hey, now she has a cool book, and maybe she can give it to Lisa or something to give her a summary of it.

The book itself was bound in soft leather, with a ribbon that marked the place where someone was at that was usually in fancy books. There was also what looked like gold or brass cap thingies on the corners and the back, with two more brass or gold things on the bind that looked like it kept the thing together maybe? Aisha didn’t really know much about book binding except that it had this goo stuff, probably glue, that kept the pages of modern books to the spine of the book. This looked older though, like really really old, probably older than glue! Aisha had resisted opening the book at school, kind of because she just nicked it from the pile of stuff that they were taking out of that locker, and shoved it in her bag.

Course, now she was at Brian’s place, and when she opened her bag she remembered the book, and was kind of excited to open the really old book, even if it was a boring book on boring stuff. Aisha opened up the book, and looked at the title.

“The book of imps huh?” was all Aisha managed to read before the pages suddenly started to flip on their own rapidly and a violet glow started to emanate from the pages of the book. Aisha dropped the book in surprise on the table and jumped back and she let her control over her power slip. When it reached some point in the middle of the book the glow intensified, then… then a set of purple arms with golden wrist binders pushed their way out of the book, took a hold of the sides of the book, and pushed against them. From the book now, a cute blue skinned girl pulled herself up.

The girl had a pair of horns that emerged from her head at a near horizontal angle then angled downward before they curled back around like goat horns while the ends were capped with gold. Her hair was a dark blue and seemed to fall downwards back into the book. The girl had some modern square glasses and other than the golden wrist binders, she was also wearing a collar with what looked like a ring welded into it, perfect for a collar. Other than that, she also had nipple piercings adorning her average chest.

“Uh… how may I… huh...?” the small naked blue demon girl looked around for a moment before exclaiming, “Hey, there’s no one here!”

Immediately, two more purple heads popped out of the book beside the girl. A skinny purple demon slipped out of the book and started to look around while another blue demon girl’s head popped out. Aisha while still in her power looked at the skinny girl and found she was smaller than Aisha by at least a full head, which was cool, but this shit was getting weird. What had she stumbled upon?

“Huh… weird… hold on, let me try something,” one of the blue girls, this one having none of the glitz and glam of the first blue girl. The… holy shit, now those are tits… ah, she pulled herself out of the book, and seemed to sit on the edge of it before she started to wave her hands around, and her hands started to glow. As she did so, more demon girls started to emerge from the book, the original fully pulling herself out and sitting on the table with the second blue demon while still more came out. The thin one with almost as much gold on her as the first started to run around the place, while a few began to fly, kind of like Alexandria, or Glory Girl did. Then, as Aisha looked back from the flying imps, she noticed that the second blue girl with absolutely massive coke bottle glasses was looking straight at her when she should be invisible.

“Ah-ha! I knew it, damn that’s some pretty powerful stuff you got there,” the one with round glasses looked at the first blue imp that emerged, “she’s just using a really powerful notice-me-not charm or something like it.”

The big glassessed imp looked to Aisha again, and with a smile asked, “Would you mind disabling the spell?”

For a moment, Aisha hesitated, then shrugged. She’d been found out already, and if they were hostile, only one of them could see her, so she could run for it if they attacked and maybe get the other Undersiders to help her free her brother’s apartment of demons. Thus, Aisha retook control of her power, and revealed herself to the naked, and honestly kind of hot, imps.

“Okay, what’s going on here then?” Aisha asked, placing a hand on her hip as she tried to ignore how the imps around her perked up upon revealing herself. Aisha tried to keep them all in sight of her, just in case, but one of them was missing, shit.

One of the purple ones, one with massive ears wrapped her hands around the first imp that had emerged, her hands sliding over her in a lewd display as she played with one of the blue imp’s nipples, while another went back into the book, and seemed to be touching the first imp as she whispered in the gold adorned blue imp’s ear. Amusingly, both of the blue imps blushed hard as the bigger purple imp fondled the first imp, before finally releasing her and pulling herself up onto the table like the blue imp with the coke bottle glasses.

The blue imp that had been fondled, the one with square glasses and the goat horns pushed up, and floated up high before landing lightly in front of Aisha.

“H-hi! How may we serve you?” the imp girl asked, leaving Aisha stumped. Serve her? Almost immediately, a smile grew on Aisha’s face as she realised her great fortune. She now had a bunch of hot and sexy short stack girls with magic powers or something to serve her. Relaxing a bit, Aisha stood up straighter and put a hand on her hip, smiling down on the collared blue imp.

“Well, why don’t you tell me your names, and what you’re doing in that book, cutie?” Aisha said, and was immediately rewarded as the small him looked surprised for a moment before a deep blush grew on her face, her eyes falling to the floor, and one of her strange feet twisting against the floor as the imp suddenly became nervous, as if she didn’t know what to do next.

“T-taylor, I’m Taylor,” the imp said before pointing back to the other imps, “That’s Amy, Diana, and Vee” she said as she pointed to the two on the table, with the third poking her head out of the book. Vee, the one with just her head out of the book, wore a collar like Taylor did, but unlike Taylor, her’s had a leash on it.

“That’s Na’meh and Haru,” Taylor said as she pointed to the ones that were floating. “That’s Nalda, and the one behind you is Lynn,” Taylor finally said, pointing to first the shortest purple imp and then Aisha turned around to see the purple imp named Lynn had managed to sneak away and open the door behind her to the room Aisha usually slept in when she was staying at Brian’s. It was the imp which probably the most amount of gold on her, and saw that she didn’t just have gold braces on her arms, legs, and golden pasties, but she also had a shining golden plug in her ass as she bent over to push the door open, before looking back, a sultry look on her face.

Aisha didn’t even hide her appreciation of the imp’s promiscuity. She may lean more toward the Het side of bisexuality, but she wouldn’t say no to a bunch of sexy and lusty short stacks attending to her each and every whim.

“As for what we are doing in the book,” a new voice came from the book, and Aisha turned to once more see one of the imps, the one with a collar like the first, floating from the book to the floor, her leash in hand. “I made it, and we all decided to live in it, sooner of later… if you want,” the imp said as she looked Aisha up and down, liking what she was seeing, “you could join us as well?”

Aisha gave a small chuckle. “Join you in there? Not exactly sure I’d fit the aesthetic.”

“You would eventually,” the purple imp with the big ears commented, having wrapped an arm around the smaller blue imp with no gold on her, a hand on her breast, playing with it as the smaller imp grew more and more bothered as her legs rubbed together, biting her lip as she did so. “And judging by the look, the pose, how you’ve been oogling us, you’d fit right in, in fact, if you let us serve you, you’d start transforming pretty quick, and after a month or so, you could join us.”

That, however, dampened Aisha’s spirits. If she let them serve her, she’d end up an imp as well?

“It’s not permanent!” the blue imp being fondled cried out, breathing hard from the teasing. “I can remove curses, and ah, pl-please Diana…” larger purple imp grinned before finally letting go of the blue imp’s breast and rested her hand on Amy’s hips. “Thank you, like I said, I can remove curses, and can turn you back human if you don’t want to stay, Taylor’s still making up her mind as well.”

Aisha looked to the first imp, and slowly realised she recognised her, kind of. She was that bullied girl at Winslow that had disappeared a week or so ago.

“Oh I don’t know, Taylor’s a cute imp, and she told me that it’s been the best few weeks of her life, being with us,” the purple imp named Na’meh said as she came up to Taylor, hugging her close, with surprisingly little lewdness going on between them, even as Taylor blushed up a storm with a smile on her face. Though Taylor did hug her back, and leaned into her, so maybe they were a thing. So, cursed to become a blueberry short stack but get to have imps serve her for a month or longer with the ability to not be turned into a literal imp and avoid the curse… though… maybe she could turn into an imp when she was being a cape? It would certainly make getting a costume easier. Could Amy curse her instead of removing the curse? Either way, it sounded like it’d really fit her cape name.

Best of all, however, Aisha could show up at the Undersider’s loft with all these imps and scare him to death before having Amy turn her back… Aisha’s grin grew wider as she imagined the fun she could get into with these imps.

“Alright then, sounds like fun. Where do I sign?”

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Bit of a rough draft I wrote out about half of it this morning and decided to finish up. Were I to properly write a story of this I'm not sure if I would either replace the imps in it with characters in Worm or if I would keep the imps.

Lobotomite: Lisa Interlude

Previous parts can be found on my snippet thread, and if this turns into a full story, I’ll likely be rewriting most of these.

Any and all feedback would be highly appreciated
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Lisa had been surprised to get a phone call in the middle of the day, especially from her civilian phone line. Most people didn’t have her number, and it wasn’t as if she really had much of a civilian life, especially since Leviathan hit. What had been more of a surprise was when she discovered it was Mr. Hebert, Taylor’s Dad calling her, asking to meet her outside of the PRT building. When she asked why, she discovered that apparently, the PRT had managed to find Taylor and that they were holding her there. This had sent Lisa into a panic, until he mentioned that she apparently had been mastered, with no indication that she could tell, that they even knew that she was a cape, with her power or otherwise. It had taken Lisa a moment to calm down but she eventually agreed to join him in seeing Taylor.

Lisa walked in with Mr. Hebert, clad in only a pair of jeans, a shirt, and a hoodie. Couldn’t exactly dress up with Brockton possibly about to be condemned and not be suspicious.

“Thanks for coming. I… well… I didn’t exactly know what to do, and you were the only one I could find a phone number for. Since you’re her friends I thought that you should know, did… did the others make it?” Mr. Hebert asked, and Lisa nodded.

“They have been a bit busy lately so I haven’t been in contact with them much. But I know that they’re alright,” Mr. Hebert nodded at Lisa’s response as they were guided into the building. Lisa made sure to watch the troopers, the cameras, basically anything that might give any kind of tell, that this was a trap, that something was about to happen to her and Mr. Hebert.

Nothing came, however. They were just escorted to the elevator, and a trooper hit the button to descend down to the detention area. Still, no tells that anything was amiss, mostly just getting that the PRT trooper was a bit sympathetic as he stood with them in the elevator. He shifted uncomfortably in the silence. Mr. Hebert wasn’t any better composed, shifting nervously while clenching and unclenching his fists. He was angry, but he was doing his best to keep it from showing.

Finally, the elevator dinged at the detention area and the doors opened up. It was very sterile, as to be expected of the PRT. Another guard was there along with Miss Militia.

“Mr. Hebert, I see you’ve brought one of Taylor’s friends. Just this way please,” Miss Militia said and then turned around. They followed her about a third of the way down, passing prisoners as they did until finally, they came to stop in front of a cell.

Inside, Taylor sat, looking at them, but something was wrong. She didn’t move otherwise, there was no recognition on her face as they came up to see her. She just looked at them blankly, no, that wasn’t right. Taylor… Lisa blanched as Taylor looked her and Danny up and down, she was, checking them out.

Finds you attractive, wants to fuck you, wants you to fuck her, wants you to suck on her tits, wants you to suck her tits, wants to suck on her Dad’s cock- Lisa shut that line of thought down hard as she tried to focus on something else.

Like the fact that Taylor had tits now. Nice large ones that were just large enough to compliment her form without being overly large.

Shape suggests that the breasts are natural, despite evidence to the opposite. Possibly growth hormones? Tinker modification? No surgical scars so possibly some breast growth hormones either injected or ingested.

“We found her like this, she likely doesn’t recognize you,” Miss Militia started to explain. “It seems that some tinker managed to kidnap her in the chaos following Leviathan, and began to experiment on her,” who could have done this to her? It had to be some kind of new cape, some bio tinker, if the PRT’s information was accurate.

“Who?” Mr. Hebert asked, his voice grinding out as he fought to with hold his anger. Lisa was sure that if she had the person right infront of him, his carefully held restraint would snap and he would likely have tried to beat the tinker to death with his own two hands.

Lisa would of course shoot out his kneecaps so that he couldn’t escape, and probably keep Mr. Hebert from killing him so that she could get the rest of the Undersiders in on the action. Only after, would he be allowed to die, probably by being ripped apart by Rachel’s dogs, yeah, that sounds like a plan.

“We don’t know. All we know is that she showed up on 87th street, armed and armoured, somewhat like our PRT troops, only the material used was more advanced. The tech for the armour and weapons are surprisingly not tinker tech,” Miss Militia said, and Lisa could tell she was avoiding something.

Hesitant about talking about Taylor’s modifications

Not feeling like beating around the bush, Lisa decided to just ask.

“What was done to her?” Lisa asked, sharper than she meant to, but it got the point across. She wanted to know what was done to Taylor, and, to know what they could do to get her out of here and hopefully help her heal from whatever was done to her if they could. Miss Militia was silent for a moment more, before she went on.

“Right, well… to start off, due to some kind of hormone and genetic treatment, you can probably tell but Taylor here has been made much closer to the ideal hour glass shape, with some kind of treatment to her breasts and buttocks that doesn’t appear to be surgical. Along side those modifications, there have been several genetic anomalies found which we predict were meant to increase Taylor’s fertility, but we have only just begun to examine the various things done to her. Another modification was that various organs have been replaced, her eyes have been modified with some kind of near-microscopic tech in the eyes, attached to the optic nerve to improve her eyesight, her muscles as you can see, have been improved and we’ve managed to figure out with the help of Panacea that it is due to an implant that is pumping an advanced form of steroids into her to increase her muscle mass, along with some other implants that have generally increased her abilities across the board,”

“Sounds like whoever this bastard was, they wanted to make her into a super-soldier,” Danny suggested. Lisa nodded along with him. If this was all that was done to her then maybe this tinker would survive after all.

“We think it’s highly likely actually, there have been a few implants that are directly combat related as well. There were a few other implants that also increased the rate that she heals naturally and she seems to have had her cells modified to contain iron, making her harder to hurt. At this point, she’s essentially been turned superhuman, and might even get a brute rating,” despite this though, Miss Militia was apprehensive.

Is giving the good news first, isn’t sure how to breach the subject, something to do with Taylor herself, something to do with why she’s acting like she is. Lisa looked over to Taylor once more.

Doesn’t understand what is being said, doesn’t care, wants to fuck or fight, is getting angry, is getting annoyed at all the sounds, is far more primal than she ever was before.

What isn’t she telling them? Lisa wondered as she looked at Miss Militia.

“What did they do to her mind then?” Lisa asked, hoping to move Miss Militia along. Miss Militia shifted uncomfortably under Lisa’s stare.

“Well… she doesn’t have one anymore,” what? They both stared at her in disbelief. How couldn’t she have a brain? It didn’t make sense.

“For some reason, the tinker has taken out Taylor’s brain and spine. Her heart to, and has replaced them with mechanical alternatives. We have no idea where Taylor’s brain is, but until we find the tinker, we have no way of getting her back,” Lisa just stared at her while in the back of her mind, Lisa started to think of ways to find out about this wayward tinker and damn any kind of cape decorum that there may have been. This was her friend that they decided to fuck with, and was going to get her back, or, at the very least, she was going to make this tinker, whoever they were, wish they had never been born.

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So if anyone was curious about what happened to Taylor’s body after she teleported without her brain back to Brockton Bay, that’s what’s happened.