Chapter 16-6 A Choice of Skins (II)

Chapter 16-6 A Choice of Skins (II)

+Esteemed seniors,

We are getting fucked.

If I have your attention now, I need you all to understand that it is not an unruly partner we are dealing with. Whispers from the Bazaar tell of suspicious attacks on various organizations across the Warrens.

I trust that you all remember the Three-Fingers Syndicate? The one that Eldest Zhuo marked as an essential player for us to cooperate and convert to the Black Truce program toward reduced warfare and increased mutual profits?

They have collapsed. Their leadership is dead. The remainder are fracturing into gangs, and even they are being picked off one by one.

Three days ago, they were preparing to host another Cruciblewilling to offer entertainment at a loss since the laced-lobby incident from over a month back. In such a paltry amount of time, what befell them exceeds acceptable thresholds for misfortune and outright enters the territory of omen.

Someone shattered them. Someone did it in three days. And there are only so few entities with the power and logistical scope to conduct such a complex and clandestine operation.

Of whom I reference, I believe I need to utter no names. The skills of the Incubi blur the lines between myth and fact, but those of us who remember the war can read the currents of danger circling these waters.

As for why they might be spending so much effort to crush a meager Syndicate and what the broader implications might be well, I am not so arrogant to think beyond the confines of my station, after all. This is a responsibility best handed to sisters wiser and older than myself.

Nonetheless, I advise strong caution. The winds sing of ill-tidings, and recent times have brought forth a string of tumult. We must make ready. If only as a precaution.

Who knows what other changes the future might bring?+

-Wen Pale-Crane (Canghe), First Daughter of the Hundred-Eight Syndicate to the No-Dragons

16-6

A Choice of Skins (II)

Fifteen different guns, twenty-four variations of high-yield explosives, two assault-grade mechs, some kind of auto-doc support kit containing various cutting-edge medical implements, a high-power microfabricator consisting of three slats of hovering steel made to interface with ones Neurodeck and manipulated via utility fog, a fifty-feet long and forty-feet wide Non-newtonian stealth ship with no visible means of boarding, and finally, seven sets of ansible paired utility fog nanosuites fastened to seven more fist-sized reactors to be implanted along the outside of a spinal column rounded out the full list of requisitions.

All the equipment was gathered and waiting, neatly arranged in a nice little section of the produce hanger as Avo's cadre ignored the holographic projections declaring the space to be PRIVATE ACCESS ONLY - CATEGORY I CLEARANCE REQUIRED.

The implication kept most away, while unaffiliated drones and the stray passing manager were kept under close watch by Voidwatchs patrolling drones and the subtle grip of Avos Sanguinity, blending with the crimson neon cast down by the lights.

As the last dome-shaped drone untethered its delivery from a rippling grav-field, it cleaved an arcing path back toward the voidship that spawned it, its pallid shell splashing into the fluid matter of the greater vessel as if a droplet returning to the ocean.

Both were featureless beyond the rings of holographic light projected down their cone-shaped forms, but the featureless offered a sense of cleanliness. Purity. A mocking superiority to the grim-slick state of the Warrens.

{Smart fluids,} Calvino explained.{A gaseous state is extremely vulnerable to drastic shifts in temperature and environment. Thats something we learned a long, long time ago. Programmable Non-newtonian smart fluids are quite adaptable across a mixture of scenariosespecially when the outer hull can be quickly remade.}

Avo regarded the fist-sized discs that were to be the power core of his Meldskin. +Made from the same thing?+

{Indeed. There comes a point where software and hardware need to be wed. I suppose its not so different with thaumaturgy, it is more deleterious to the foundations of existence by far.}

+Fire and water. Clashing themes.+

Calvino hummed, but there was a note of disagreement in its voice. {Do not just consider things by their design or aesthetic, Avo. Watch their actions. Watch how they interface with the world, and how the world reacts. Your Heavens tear, infest, usurp. Our technology fits, exists, and fills the container of what is. Apotheosis is a game of destruction and dominance. But there are other ways to mantle reality. Synthesis.}

A brief scoff sounded from Abrel. [Yeah. If you want to surrender to someone elses rules maybe.]

A sense of bemusement emanated from the EGI, but it offered no rebuttal.

At least, not yet.

Draus was the first person to move and claim a treasure. With her bio-rig already shed, she stood with her bodyglove masked by a holocoat, her hands peeking out from the flickering veil obfuscating her body to touch her new toys.

He had requested most of these weapons on her behalftest-fired half of them without fully understanding their potency. The truth was that after one was blessed with a Heaven capable of weaving matter from blood and vice versa, the idea of using a gun seemed crippling.

Not to Draus, though. Her eyes shone as she enjoyed the moment. But not alone was she in this excitement. Off to the side, Chambers reminded Avo that he was an enforcer once upon a lifetime, and these weapons were just as enticing to a jackal of the Warrens as a lioness of the Tiers.

Fuckyeahfuckyeahfuckyeah, Chambers chanted, under his breath, his foot tapping. Either self-preservation or respect prevented him from going through the goods first, but he wouldnt stay idle forever.

Unable to help himself, Avo laughed. The act drew Kaes attention and she frowned at him, her question conveyed with a stare.

[Fuck, sun-head, wasnt sure about you first but that was nova,] Corner chuckled. [Hey. Rotlick. Keep em here. Dont ever think of chucking this one. Someone needs to give these FATED fuckers the what-for.]

[Yeah. And a machine slavemaster from a dying empire will be the one to do it,] Benhata said, partaking in his own silent tantrum.

Corner simply grinned. [A mountains gotta be jealous of the clouds, right? Doesnt have the same sting getting told off by us little people. Just remember to keep your mouth closed when the piss comes rushing down.]

The building argument in his skull exploded thereafter, with multiple minds sniping at each other. Fittingly, the Woundshaper was also delivering its own rants, complaining to the Galeslither about the flaws and delusions of coldtech.

Avo didnt care. Thaumaturgy. Necrotheurgy. Technology. Or just basic philosophy. He wanted to become. He wanted to grow.

No point in being shackled; no apotheosis in being blind.

Plucking the nanosuites first, he examined each injector momentarily before plunging them between the armored plates of his sheathe and triggering their releases.

This time, he didnt forget to consume the injectors eitherfeeding the patterns of its matter into the Woundshapers memories.

{Usually, we recommend incremental installations for health reasons but whats the worst that can happen to you, really?}

I die, Avo replied, feeling a slight series of tickles flow upward into the base of his skull.

{Ah. So not that bad.}He nodded. Just like breathing now.

{Installing modifications: Ansible (Clearance-Black); Utility-Fog (Safeties removed)

Safeties? Avo asked.

{Thats mostly so our children dont disassemble each other. I dont have the same concern for you, nor can I stop you from achieving the same results through other means.}

Oh, so the false dawn acknowledges my superiority? the Woundshaper snarled.

The Galeslither breathed a sigh of annoyance. Only that you exist, perhaps.

Transparent progress bars materialized in the corner of his vision while the diminutive machines went to work inside him, fabricating intricate augments within his biology. For a single instant, he felt his synchro-synaptic blood lash out at the invaders before his Helix chimed and everything settled.

{Hm? A bio-govern prion. Interesting.} Calvino said. {I suppose the Low Masters had to update your bioware some way. Im surprised they mastered even this, though I suspect they stole more than a little help from the No-Dragons at some point.}

Picking the Meldskins reactor off the ground, Avo found himself staring at his own reflection in the mercury shine of the augment. Not far away, Kae was examining her own gifts, her expression nervous as she studied the injectors.

Once, mere days back and several lifetimes ago, he was but a monster. An enhanced ghoul with Necrotheurgic edge and an inherited Frame that was never meant to be his. His face was pale and plated, fibers running along the exterior to armor him within the embrace of his new biology.

Now, a rising beacon of fire left his features shrouded and muddled, and the white of the Bone Demon looked as if ash beneath an endlessly burning pyre. Between the folds of the flickering inferno, he saw other faces staring back at him, memories forming in the undulations as if his templates were leaking through.

He was no longer just a ghoul. No longer just a Necro. No longer just him. More and more his gestalt was growing.

He was the flame, and all that thought, all that remembered, all that lived, and all that could die were but wax to burn, and horizons for which to spread.

Then, as if answering his challenge, the shell melted into his biology and swam for his back. The reactor itself thrummed like a transplanted heart gliding upon his flesh, pulsing with a calming and constant rumble as a third progress meter joined the other two.

The ansible, however, wasnt long to linger. As the bar filled, new interfaces and functions ignited within Avos mind, and he felt a growing weight pulse at the core of his skull. A small shiver of force brushed the contents of his mind, the static of his thoughtstuff whipped out like a lashing tongue, licking at something unseen.

{Very good,} Calvino said. {Lets give this a test. Access the ansible and}

I have people I wish to call, Avo said, an old memory surfacing suddenly like a remembered dream. People associated with Voidwatch. Under Mirrorheads employ. Wanted to have them graft me again before but Got occupied.

Calvino paused for a second and interfaced with Avos memories. {Ah. I see,} it said, as understanding dawned. {Well, well, well. Mayflower-3288-B and Terror-3285. Glad to see the Jovians are still playing fast and loose with the charter. Call them. I wish to speak with them as well. It will be funny. Especially when I ask them about their illegal conduct.}

+Illegal conduct?+ Avo asked.

{Yes. Something about not helping Guilders exploit the vulnerable.}

+Got a good implant out of that deal,+ Avo said.

{No, you really didnt. Dont worry, though, the Meldskin will grow you something better. Right now, though, I suggest you start testing that ansible of yours.}

Creating Hyperwave tunnel to: [Mayflower-3288-B]; [Terror-3285]