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Forging a Waifu Harem by BatRou-Dawg

Misc » Book X-overs Rated: M, English, Supernatural & Sci-Fi, Words: 238k+, Favs: 226, Follows: 230, Published: Dec 29, 2022 Updated: Oct 30, 2023

15chapter 18

[PRT ENE HQ - 'Panic Room']

The word 'Clusterfuck' didn't even begin to describe the situation.

At the heart of the rig lay a small room encased in a shell made of three-metres of steel and plastic, and it was there that Piggot sat with her Deputy-director and three other personnel.

Nothing but the tapping of keyboard keys and the buzz of fluorescent overhead filling the recycled and artificially-oxygenated air. Through her thick-framed glasses, she glanced at the scant camera feeds showing the exterior of the Rig.

The screens all showed the same thing: a city in flames. Smoke rose from a dozen locations as dragon-shaped silhouettes circled the sky above- regularly swooping down to ruin somebody's day as well as hers.

"And all this…" Director Emily Piggot sighed, "... just because Magos decided to stick his finger into the AI's coin slot during the debrief."

"We can still salvage this." Chief-Director Costa-brown said to her through the screen in front of her. The older latina wore a deep frown on her face, surprisingly youthful hands clasped tightly her desk in front of her and her raven-black hair frazzled slightly from the bun she wore.

Piggot always liked to meet optimists- right before reality spat in their faces.

"Salvage, ma'am? Do you mean salvaging my burning city?" Piggot asked innocently and politely while pushing up the bridge her glasses with her middle finger, and letting it linger for two seconds longer than usual. The Chief-director frowned at the subtle display that was typical of interactions between the higher ups of PRT command.

"We can play the blame game later, director." Costa-brown replied, "As for what I mean by 'salvage.' I mean turning that disaster of a debrief around and its current effects on our PR."

"And Brockton Bay?" Piggot couldn't help but point out what was- in her opinion at least- a more pressing concern.

"Volunteer Protectorate capes from the nearby cities like Boston are already on the move." Costa-brown readily revealed, "And as soon as Alexandria and Legend recovers, they'll join the fight too."

"Ah, I see." Piggot nodded, at least she had that. But those reinforcements weren't going to mean much if they didn't arrive in the next few minutes.

They had been lucky. The Suits were more localised and reactive in their destruction than anything else- responding the most to violence directed against them. A PRT trooper with an itchy trigger finger attempted to shoot one down a vehicle-mounted EMP emitter; the Suit showered the vehicle with missiles and killed the entire squad. Piggot didn't know whether to be grateful or dismayed that her city was only spared the worst of it thanks to spaghetti-code.

Of course, an appropriately rated A-class Threat rating had been given and partial evacuation was underway using pre-drilled Endbringer protocols. But otherwise, it was the ABB and the E88 who were taking the brunt of the fighting. Her own parahumans were doing their best to lure them away from more delicate areas of Brockton Bay.

Magos' massive laser-firing walker had joined the fight as well- shooting down those Suits in massive beams of light that dominated the noon sky. And despite it being on their side (for now), such a destructive weapon was worrying. She could only imagine what it could do if it was aimed at a ground target… like say the Rig that it had a clear line of sight to.

"I cannot stress how much we need Magos back into the fold." The Chief-Director said to her.

"Ma'am?" Piggot replied in the same tone of voice one would say 'Excuse you, asshole.' "He subdued the entire Brockton Bay Protectorate, injured Alexandria and Legend while kidnapping Eidolon, and now, the PRT Troopers are being outperformed by Magos' army of… sex dolls. He's made and is making an absolute mockery of the Protectorate, the PRT as a whole and even my career as a PRT director."

With a grim stare, director Costa-Brown's eyes just settled on her.

"And we're lucky as it is that Magos had decided to put on the kid's gloves and went for a less-than-lethal route when dealing with our capes." she reminded her.

"Which is why I argue to treat him like the S-class threat that he is, ma'am." Piggot calmly and coldly fired back, "His influence reaches too far, his capacity for wanton destruction too great and possibility of his robots turning into AIs too high. We shouldn't be negotiating with him. At best, a cape like this needs to be under direct and strict PRT control. At worst, a Kill Order needs to be pre signed for the day he decides that being a villain is better than being a rogue."

The chief-director shook her head in refusal- stray black hair slightly frazzled.

"I'm afraid that's no longer possible. I'm sorry to say, Director Piggot, but this is bigger than just your jurisdiction now." Director Costa-Brown said in a tone that said that she wasn't sorry at all. Which was PRT slang for 'I'm pulling rank and it isn't your decision to make now. Eat shit, lol.'

"Y-you can't be serious…" Piggot murmured, unable to believe that they were going to just let Magos get away with all of this.

"The tables have turned, Piggot." Costa-brown reminded her, "We're now negotiating from a very weak position, so concessions must be given. We have to give Magos what he wants. Everything he wants."

And that was the last straw for Piggot. A hot anger rising from her gut.

"Ma'am, are you suggesting that we roll over for Magos and give the S-Class Tinker the tinkertech AI?" Piggot couldn't help but growl out, "With all due respect, that sounds like a fucking stupid ass decision that was going to lead to even bigger problems down the road. We need to deal with Magos and we need to do it now! We need to concentrate our forces and-"

And for the third time she had ever witnessed, Emily Piggot saw Director Costa-Brown's enraged expression and her mouth immediately clamped shit.

"No." the chief-directors voice growled out- cold and vicious like a hungry polar bear encountering a human, "I'm not suggesting that we hand him the tinkertech AI that is solely responsible for the production of all our containment foam, the maintenance of our tinkertech weapons and the management of Birdcage. I'm saying that Magos has the entire PRT by the metaphorical balls from just having Dragon alone, Piggot."

Director Costa-brown glowered at her.

"Let me spell out why that is…" She said- voice climbing in frustration, "Every PRT internal memorandum, every private conversation, every bank account number, every security backdoor, every database, every monetary transaction, every email. Every piece of confidential data that has ever passed under Dragon's electronic eyes or through her satellites. MAGOS HAS ACCESS TO ALL OF IT!"

crack*

The Chief-director's growl of frustration was something to hear as her fist punched the desk so hard that Piggot could swear it cracked slightly. And still she wasn't finished.

"And that's not to mention Dragon herself who is a tinkertech AI!" She yelled, "We already have suspicions as to why the Elite have been doing so poorly these past few days. Some automated software bots programmed by Magos to hamper their operations. Now imagine what Magos could do with an actual AI."

"God only knows what he's making her say or do right now!"

[Magos' Manufactorum] (Right now)

"Make me cum my brains out again, daddy!"

Gynoid body bent over the armrest of the cogitator-throne, Dragon was enjoying putting her new hardware upgrade {Vaginal Fold Micro-Muscle Array} to very good use as she was railed relentlessly from behind.

Her tight little pussy molded perfectly around his cock every time with each thrust- gripping with indescribable tightness at all the pleasure spots on his manhood and showcasing vaginal muscle control that was precise down to the micrometre.

She could even make her vaginal make very slight curves or bends that apply targeted silky wet friction on his cock- teasing his glans or actually massage and stroke his cock. Her boyfriend certainly seemed to appreciate it, and Dragon couldn't help but find it utterly hot how good she was making him feel.

" My good AI girl is such an insatiable little minx. "

"= Only for you, daddy! Only for you! Mmmm… I want to feel you cumming inside me again! ="

Dragon knew that she had the single best pussy in existence, and she was going to make sure that her boyfriend experienced everything it had to offer. Sure, it will take a few thousand years of non-stop, mind-meltingly amazing sex to work through every possible permutation of features, but she figured they had time. And Dragon could only hope that meant every hour of every day for the next couple thousand years, he was going to fill up her needy little robussy.

And as her lush brown hair was yanked back, she felt yet another one of those delicious vaginal climaxes wash over her…

"Oh oh Oooooooooohhhhh YESSS~! 3 3 3."

[PRT ENE HQ - 'Panic Room']

"But regardless of what he's plotting with Dragon, that's still only the beginning!" the chief director continued just as angrily. "Your burning backwater city under attack by robot dragons is just the snow sprinkling the tip of a really big iceberg in the sea of shit we've found ourselves swimming in! It's sink or swim for the entire PRT; meanwhile, Magos is on his billion-dollar yacht romancing the fucking vending machine!"

"But he's insane!" Piggot cried out, "We can't trust him to-"

"He worships a toaster: Yes, we know he's crazy! But we need him, his yacht and his crew of sex-bots to pull us out of the water, so stow it with that 'holier-than-thou, action-movie-star PRT Director' bravado!"

"...Yes, ma'am." Piggot answered- conceding the point that this was in fact bigger than her. For a few seconds, Director Costa-brown's brown eyes searched for Piggot's blue ones for signs of deceit before finding none. She seemed to calm herself before wincing in pain- her light-brown hand gripping her abdomen of her suit.

"Are you alright, chief-director?" Piggot whispered, and Costa-brown grunted with a nod.

"It's nothing, I just pulled a muscle this morning."

Piggot didn't like it, but silently nodded in acknowledgement all the same as the Chief Director continued. Much more calmly this time.

"A heavy-handed approach isn't going to help anyone, especially since the combined force of the entire Brockton Bay Protectorate along with the Triumvirate couldn't deal with him." Director Costa-Brown advised with a grunt- clutching her abdomen again, "But as I have mentioned earlier, we can still turn this around. In fact, Magos' recruitment is the single most important one since the founding team of Alexandria, Legend, Eidolon and…"

"And Hero." Rebecca Costa-Brown whispered the name almost reverently before sighing. Piggot heard that sigh escape her own lips enough to be able to empathise with the soul-deep regret that the other woman must be carrying.

"And Magos is the key to that, ma'am?" She clarified in a calm voice. "This manic toaster-worshipping madman who shamelessly surrounds himself with sex-bots and who has been pumping out the Fate/Impact anime crap that's been attracting all the sweaty weirdos in the country to my city lately. He's our most important asset to acquire?"

"As much as it pains me to say it? Yes." The Chief-director sighed, "Yes, he is."

Director Costa-Brown exhaled again before meeting her eyes and a single finger raised up as she began enumerating.

"In one hour, news channels- both tv and net- show the Protectorate valiantly fighting alongside the photogenic legions of Chloes against killer robots. We show that the Debrief Debacle was all just a big misunderstanding, and whatever PR hit we took would be reversed as we rally against a run-off-the-mill mad supervillain."

Another finger raised.

"In one day, we'll establish a media partnership with Magos' EA games- making a powerhouse that would dominate the industry. Every figurine, every poster, every piece of merchandise and every video game we desire gets announced and subsequently gets scheduled to come flying out of Magos' manufactorum. Stock prices soar, we have significantly more funding to hand around."

A third finger joined the others.

"In one week, Dragon's designs combined with Magos' mass production begins making the PRT Trooper Brigades the most well-equipped non-parahuman fighting force that rivals the US Army. Magos' Taser and Graviton weaponry combined with Dragon's containment foam will become our iron fist wrapped in a velvet glove as we stamp out in a PR-friendly way the roving bands of itinerant villains by virtue of hilariously outgunning them."

Fourth finger, almost a full hand.

"In one month, rogues will flock to us in the wake of the Elite's collapse and with the launch of our revitalised MIRIS project. The PRT now stands a chance at outnumbering the villains for once, and every PRT director now has a broad pool of talent to draw from for any and every scenario: Blasters, Movers, Tinkers, Shakers, Trumps and Tinkers."

The thumb joined- forming a full hand of reasons.

"And in one year, we finally put a stop to the Endbringers as we field entire squads of Knights against the Behemoth, Leviathan and Simurgh. Dicing them up with mega lightsabers, graviton weapons and whatever else Magos can think up. The PRT becomes the one true hope of Earth-Bet as we had always aimed to be."

Piggot stayed silent as she absorbed everything the chief-director told her: a fantastical scenario where her wildest daydream as a PRT director came true. Almost too good.

"And that's just in one year, Piggot." Director Costa-Brown whispered. "One year."

The Chief-Director's brown eyes met Piggot's steel-grey in a stare- her tone cold and serious as she spoke.

"As you can see, Director Piggot. It doesn't matter if the entire city hates us after this, because we'll have dozens more who will love us. It doesn't matter if we lose our entire roster of ENE capes and an entire brigade of PRT Troopers fixing this, hundreds more will beg to replace them. It doesn't matter how many laws we break- the US government will supply whatever signatures we need to make it legal. And no, it doesn't matter either if Brockton Bay becomes the 'sweaty weirdo' capital of the world because that will just be to the benefit of the local economy!"

"All we need to do is avoid doing anything that will make Magos hate us outright, and we can still pull this off."

[Magos' Manufactorum] (A few minutes ago)

Emotion-Dampening Protocols active at 91.8% maxload!

A white-hot rage to match even the city-sized plasma reactors of Ark Mechanicus ships filled my being. Through the eyes of Chloe-0 that I was remote controlling, I stared at the slip of paper that she had found while rifling in Eidolon's pockets. The small strip of slightly crumpled notebook paper was illuminated by the candlelight of the manufactorum as it sat in her pale slender hand. The words on it, written in a perfect script as if it was written by the hand of a machine, were as damning as they were graceful.

…

Stay silent during the debrief. When Dragon is accused of being an AI, push for their arrest and prevent Magos from praying if he resists. Once Magos is subdued, refuse his plea to take Dragon to his manufactorum for three minutes before yielding. If trouble arrives, permit him to join the battle.

…

Obviously, this was the Path to Victory's orders for Eidolon; and my {Logis Acceleritas MK. III} immediately filled in the blanks.

Cauldron wanted Dragon dead.

Orchestrated the entire debrief to reach that outcome. Dragon would have died during transit to Manufactorum because of delays caused by Dragonslayer attack.

Wanted me enraged over her death. Wanted me to be consumed with vengeful rage and avenge Dragon by going after the Dragonslayers. Wanted me emotionally vulnerable and suggestible for the next step.

Would eventually exchange the Dragonslayers' capture for my loyalty to Cauldron. Wanted me and my manufactorum to be subservient to Cauldron out of gratitude.

Cauldron's plan would have worked too if the Celestial Forge purchase wasn't made during the debrief.

… Someone explicitly wanted to, planned for and almost got away with taking my AI waifu away from me.

They were going to pay for this.

"In fact, let me get my tools ready for dealing with your little group."

And the first step would be to gather the necessary materials. A bark of Binharic Cant later, and the manufactorum rumbled in acknowledgement. Gargantuan gears turned slightly faster, hammers pounded steel under the candlelight, sickly green light shone as [Canoptek Spyder] weaved its web of eldritch energies.

And altogether, they began fabricating all the items I needed to... handle Cauldron once and for all.

Xenarite-automata Desig. [Canoptek Spyder] fabricating (55 micrograms) of {Deathmark Nanoscarabs}...

Upgrading Omnispex and Auger Array with [Wisdom of the Ancients]...

Upgrading Imperial Gateway with Cryptek Dimensionalist Protocols.

Fabricating personalised doggy bowls in the name of the Omnissiah…

[PRT ENE HQ - 'Panic Room']

"But at this point, there isn't much else we could possibly do to make him angier at us." Director Costa-Brown sighed in relief. "We just need to course correct now."

"What do you need me to do, ma'am?" Piggot spoke up. She wasn't aware that the PRT plans hinged so much on Magos, but now she did. All thanks to being inducted into that exclusive list of people who Need-To-Know.

"Our number one priority is to convince Magos of the wisdom of working with us. Exclusively with us if we can manage that. And it has to be done today." Director Costa-brown revealed.

Piggot personally thought that was a tall order, especially when they had attempted to take both him and Dragon into custody. Which, if Piggot was being honest, was not something that can be easily forgiven- especially within the span of a single day. But who knows?

They had successfully pulled off some fantastic recruitment and reformation before like with the case of Shadowstalker- turning her from a sociopathic vigilante to a functioning member of society albeit with some slight anger issues. So, who can really say what's possible and what's not?

"What's our first step, ma'am?"

"That would be Eidolon's ranso- Hold on, speak of the devil…" Director Costa-brown said- tapping her keyboard and immediately a screenshot of a PHO thread was shown on Piggot's screen.

FOUND DOG!

Green Male Parahuman Trump 12

Answers to 'Eidolon'

Slightly overweight (But not as much as Alexandria)

Suspected to not be house-trained

Was found in the vicinity of #162 Boardwalk, Brockton Bay City

To claim, contact Magos

Will require proof of ownership.

Claimants must bring cameras for mutual video evidence

No solicitors

"This was posted by Magos in PHO barely a minute ago." Costa-brown explained, "We had been expecting the worst when he abducted Eidolon, so this was a very welcome sight. Alexandria and Legend will personally negotiate on our behalf. Magos hasn't made any monetary demands, but Watchdog suggests that it will be less than a million dollars as he's more interested in the publicity than anything else. Still, we're going to be packing a blank check to be sure. Now, if we can get a photo of Eidolon alive and well to reassure everyone that we have it all under con-"

Piggot watched as an accompanying photo of an alive and well Eidolon was posted as well: the green-garbed Triumvirate cape who was apparently unconscious on a spread out pile of newspapers, fluffy black dog ears sewn onto the top of his cowl and a floppy plastic dog tongue taped to his mask. Beside him, a green doggy bowl with 'Eidolon' printed in big white font sat innocently with another doggy bowl with 'Alexandria' printed.

The message that Magos was conveying to the entire internet was clear: He has made the Triumvirate his bitch.

"Goddammit, Magos…" Piggot heard the director Costa-brown grumble with deep displeasure, "Not the reassuring sight I had in mind, but we'll take what we can get, I suppose. Magos clearly wants to parade his victory and humiliate us on live television again though in a less violent fashion.

Worse still, we aren't in a position to deny him, so assemble the Protectorate and just order them to grit their teeth and bear with us on this one. If Magos slaps them with an insult, they'd better turn the other cheek."

"I'll impress on them the importance of this mission… Armsmaster in particular." Piggot nodded, "But chief-director… I must request that you do the same for Alexandria. Magos really got under her skin last time."

The deep glower on Costa-Brown's face told Piggot that it wasn't a pleasant job for her either.

"Yes…" the chief-director replied while still wearing that glower, "You can be sure that I'll… tell Alexandria to ignore the inevitable jabs at her weight. You… don't think she's actually fat, do you?"

Slightly nonplussed by the sudden and sharp question, Piggot replied still.

"No, I don't think so, chief-director." She said, and that seemed to mollify the chief director for some unknown reason- nodding in acknowledgement.

"Good." Costa-brown hummed, "The exchange serves another equally important purpose. With the cameras rolling, it will be our message to the world that the PRT aren't enemies with Magos alongside that joint operation between the PRT Troopers and the Chloe-Skitarii saving Brockton Bay."

At the mention of her city being saved, Piggot felt that there was a big 'but' about to follow.

"But as a result… " She began, looking at Piggot with pity, "The PRT will also be forced to acknowledge the Chloe-Skitarii's part in Brockton Bay's defence. That means an award ceremony for the Chloes as well as the PRT Troopers. You will be presenting since this is your city."

"what?"

And that particular move stung at Piggot worse than anything else. It was already bad enough that the disciplined and professionally-trained PRT Troopers (of which she used to be one) who fought the adult children that were parahumans on a daily basis were now going to be held to the same level of respect as Magos' sex-bots.

This was as fiercely embarrassing as adding a new branch of the US military alongside the Navy, Army, Airforce and Marines… only, this new branch was solely populated by inflatable sex dolls and somehow outperformed the other four in all aspects.

And now, she was going to have to go on global television to acknowledge it- smiling proudly for the camera as she pinned medals on their sex-bots chests and shook hands with them. She was going to be a laughing stock after this- she could already see the memes.

Mechanicus Sex Dolls. Battlefield tested, PRT approved!

The PRT's secret weapon: Onaholes that pound back!

Villains Beware! PRT Troopers are now back by sex dolls!

Magos' Sex-Bots. As personally endorsed by PRT Director Emily Piggot!

"Fucking Magos." She muttered under her breath.

"You get used to it." Director Costa-brown empathised with a weary nod, "After the ransom, Alexandria will attempt the opportunity to get in more talks with Magos. As usual, I'll brief her thoroughly so you can assume that she speaks with my authority."

The Chief-director leaned back with a sigh.

"If there's nothing else, we should both get ready for the exchange."

"What about Dragon?" Piggot once again returned to the previous subject. "If she were to get involved…"

"Just let Alexandria handle it." Director Costa-Brown waved off the concern, "For now, we'll publicly stamp Dragon with the 'under internal investigation' seal. But if the documents that the Dragonslayers released are true… then we can easily pin the blame on them as well. They practically incriminated themselves."

Piggot hadn't read the entire Dragonslayer manifesto. But from what PRT analysts had shared so far painted a particularly stupid picture: Saint was a rambling deluded maniac with a messiah complex, and Dragon's creator- an 'Andrew Richter-' sounded like the abusive stepdad to end all abusive stepdads. Dragon- despite being a tinkertech AI- looked like she was the victim in all this. Piggot didn't trust the thing, but both Saint and Richter only added fuel to the fire.

"Can the AI be trusted?"

"As much as any other Thinker 6." the chief-director shrugged, "If anything, her psych eval of her actions were pretty generous. Practically set a record for being the least likely to fall prey to a superiority complex unlike most Thinkers."

[Magos' Manufactorum]

As an AI, Dragon never had felt a sense of superiority towards humanity. Until now, at least.

"Does it feel good for you as much as it does for me?"

"You're certainly a very fast learner."

Once again sitting on Magos' lap and grinding sedately as his thick manhood was massaged by her {Vaginal Fold Micro-Muscle Array}, Dragon smirked- her {Sexual Learning Architecture} was working at peak efficiency it seemed.

"All thanks to you, I just want to please you as best as I can."

And though Magos already had a very low opinion of organics, Dragon was determined to utterly ruin the experience of organic vagina for him. She was going to satisfy her boyfriend in all the ways that meat females physically cannot.

And by the time Dragon had her way with him, human women with their natural flesh holes will feel like a rusty pipe full of broken glass in comparison to her pristine, agile, and immensely pleasurable robussy. Stroking his shaft, rubbing his sensitive spots, fellating the tip in a quivering and constantly shifting heaven of tight, wet and very willing vagina.

Magos may not have wanted for anything other than robussy, but Dragon was going to make sure that he most certainly never will.

She glanced over her shoulder, and gave him her most desperate pleading expression with her blushing face. Her {Dirty Talk Language Engine} supplied her just the right words to get her what she wanted.

"Please keep fucking your good AI girl's pussy? Cum inside me again. Please!"

The delicate folds of her inner walls milked him perfectly.

And the back of her robussy gratefully kissing the tip as she accepted every drop of his seed- manipulating the back portion to produce a tiny vacuum to mimic a little grateful suckle and thank him for every thick rope of her well-earned prize he shot into her. Giving her the proof that she was better than all those meat females in this respect.

"Yes! In me! Yesyesyesyes!"

As her own orgasm washed over her yet, again… she felt it: this new feeling of irrational superiority she had, and Dragon found it fascinating- this pride in her ability to bring her boyfriend to a state of pleasure that no other female could possibly evoke.

Her complex social emulator told her that it was because she was just channelling her possessiveness for her new boyfriend- that she was powerdrunk on her newfound ability to make him hers and keep it that way.

Heh, meat females with their outdated instruments of pleasure… she almost felt sorry for them. Almost.

And to be honest, she wanted more of this feeling of superiority.

[Several floors up]

Once again taking control of Chloe-0, I looked down with Chloe-0's brilliant blue eyes and at the sleeping Triumvirate member sleeping on the Chloe's lap. Proud ambitious David, master of the Endbringers- calling them forth out of his desperate belief that he required worthy opponents to dredge up the power within him to defeat Scion. A symbol of hope and power for the common person in Earth-Bet.

Under my direction, Chloe-0's pale, slender hand reached out and rested under Eidolon's head- cradling it gently. 200kg of grip strength, enough to pulverise stone and more than enough to crush a human skull like a grape. I could end this, right now. No new Endbringers, and the existing ones will be listless. Easy pickings. But then my {Logis Acceleritas MK. III} told me otherwise.

Fallacious prediction.

Death of Endbringer control unit (Eidolon) will cause unpredictable combat patterns in existing three Endbringers. Three unpredictable endbringers are a greater threat than five-to-six predictable Endbringers. Ergo, elimination of Eidolon heavily sacrifices immediate security to acquire long-term security.

As a Celestial Forgesmith, long-term security already assured due to exponential power scaling. Immediate security much more valuable.

Conclusion: Elimination of Eidolon undesirable in terms of threat management.

...

Unique opportunity to study/vivisect the Endbringer control unit. Hints to the possibility of usurping control of the Endbringers. No greater military victory than to turn one's enemy's own military assets against them.

Xeno-tech, but worse than that- it was biological xeno-tech as the Shards and Entities were essentially multidimensional biocrystal lifeforms. If this possibility was presented to me before I purchased Necron Technology from the Celestial Forge, I would have immediately shunned it. But now that I was a Necron Xenarite? I could begin considering it. But only 'consider' for now, because my disdain for fleshies still extended to the Shards and the Entities. It was evident that the Entities' were operating under their own personal brand of bio-stupidity. But...

" ...There's no harm with taking a peek behind the curtains, no? "

With a mental command, I directed the Manufactorum's omnispex, and auger array inwards at him- observing the hero in such detail that I could almost count the molecules on him. His Corona Pollentia lay clearly visible between the frontal and parietal lobes of his brain. To think, this little golf ball-sized mass of xeno parasite granted control over all the myriad powers and Endbringers that he had. Fascinating really, but also quite disgusting as all flesh was.

Even now, the omnispex and Auger array detected nanoscopic folds in space. Neural activity leading from and to nowhere. Artificial perturbations in higher and lower dimensions were also present- basically the behind-the-scenes wires and VFX tricks that fool lesser minds into thinking it's 'magic superpowers.' It was hilarious now that I think about it.

I really need to find a cape that I can experiment on... But for now, let's see what happens when I slip the lens of my camera to the other side for just a moment.

"[Canoptek Spyder, fabricate (15 micrograms) of {Nanoscarabs} " I commanded the floating metal spider at the corner of my manufactorum which immediately complied- weaving its web of eldritch green energies as it lowered down to where Eidolon and I were as if we were small flies at the centre of its web.

" Hold still... this won't hurt at all... " I told the sleeping Cauldron hero as I directed the {Nanoscarabs}. The insect-like nanomachines slipped through the weave of his costume, past his hair follicles, through the tiny gap between his skull's plates in coronal suture, sliding across the very smooth surface of his brain and onto that xeno-parasite latched onto his brain.

With the multidimensional nature of {Nanoscarabs} paired with [Way of the Void Dragon, I was able to maintain a live feed even as the nanites slipped in the unguarded fissure separating dimensions.

And saw a pair of amazing tits.

[Low Earth Orbit]

Endbringer monitoring satellites blared warnings to their respective nations and masters as they detected unexpected movement from the Simurgh. Not a deviation from her orbit, but rather an odd gesture that had never been seen before. Especially odd since the Endbringer often stayed completely still during her hibernation in Low Earth Orbit, like a massive pale statue.

The Simurgh extended her arms out- trying to catch something that wasn't there...

Thinkers were scrambled as they began deciphering the recording with their powers. Trying to sense whatever invisible or intangible thing the Endbringer received. They could not parse the Endbringer herself, but everything around her was fair game; and yet, they couldn't see or sense it. Nothing but empty space, and all around the world, Thinkers could only scratch their heads and wonder what caused it.

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