Chapter 17-11 The Rash Abides (II)

Chapter 17-11 The Rash Abides (II)

The Parallelist looks like an easy Heaven to overload and rupture from a glance and used by someone less capable than Shotin Kazahara, it would be.

Unfortunately, one of us poor bastards will be facing the Planeshift in the field before this thing is done, so listen close. It might just keep you from getting real deathed.

The Heaven stands as the very definition of a Sea, focused on the breadth of influence across a vast number of different Domains instead of absolute control over just a few. With nineteen different aspects of reality connected to a Heaven of Space, Shotins flexibility is unmatched in all situations, capable of attuning any environment to suit another of his designs, rapidly slotting or switching stacked worlds from a surrounding instance or a pre-saved location he has stored within his ontologic.

I want all of you to understand that there is no home ground advantage fighting Shotin Kazahara. He will twist your environment and see instances of himself across his stacks. Hell scatter you and your allies across said stacks and break you via defeat in detail. This goes to all you Porters out therekeep your canons protected and your Rend-bombs close. You want the Parallelist as hamstrung as you can make it.

Keeping him in plane doesnt mean hes helpless, mind you. He still has a Heaven of Speed and a Heaven of War slotted in his custom-made Frame, but itll be easier grinding him down when hes anchored to the material than chasing him across worlds of his own making.

It was with this Heaven that he managed to hold the Arsden-Kossogi Sovereignty against two Highflame war hosts and four separate cadres, personally real-deathing Instruments Osjane Masser and Threes Inkton, and Authority Elvers Inkton over an extended engagement that lasted for thirteen hours. I personally knew Authority Elvers and will tell you his skill in direct combat exceeds even the best of you.

That was not what got him killed. What got him killed was breaking from his cadre and N-Def coverage to engage Shotin alone. View the vicarity we reconstructed from the remnants of his mind to fully immerse yourself in mistakes and decisions made during the battle.

I am ashamed to say that many of our Guild think we are intrinsically superior to our foes by our culture, breeding, and creed. This is self-delusion. Highflame is more than a creed or a culture. True to the High Seraphs words, we should not fall to the poison of dogma or philosophy. Blessed be the worthy.

Thats a material expression. To triumph is Highflame. To push yourself every second and rise from every fall is Highflame. To recognize that one of your hated foes is a valorous rival worth learning from and emulating is Highflame. Shotin Kazahara would have been made Authority by his deeds if he had fought for us during the war.

Preventing the fall of a critical Sovereignty even as his cadre fell around him, even as [Redacted] debased our image by kidnapping and torturing his sistera noncombatant and a prison of warbefore trying to lure him out via her murder.

He did not break from his assigned position. He fought. He executed his orders. And the worthy won that day.

Thirteen hours of fighting. Twelve hundred knots destroyed. Two war hosts and eighteen Ori combat groups annihilated to the last soldier. Shotin Kazahara endured.

Today, we will be reconstructing the events of that day, as well as everything we know about the Planeshift. You will all be assigned roles in the war hosts as you attempt to engage the Parallelist and the surviving Silver forces.

I do not expect any of you to succeed and will be giving no merits for failure.

Prove me wrong. Redeem our glory.

-Instrument Santanado Starsinger Mondelles, Instructor at Axtraxis Academy (Highflame)

17-11

The Rash Abides (II)

Tension pulled at Shotins nerves as a lone figure circled toward his megablock in a rapid jog. She was moving pretty fast for someone not using their Heaven of Blood. A bit too fast, judging from the air currents peeling around her. Still, she wasnt doing anything offensive or obvious. Just circling. Trying to see if he would actually shift her over into his deep sea plane, perhaps.

Across all the stacks he had in him, the city reclaimed by vegetation design was among his favorites. Something about the green just made people want to talk.

His Skimmer bathed this layer of spatial reality with his perception, ensuring that none here hiding between the cracks or trying to pull a dirty getaway on him using an Incog. It was good practice to overlap multiple surveillance mechanisms. That was taught to him enough over the course of the war. More than a few Highflame Godclads managed to slip the supposed all-sensing nature of one of his Correspondence canons and the eyebiter infestation he caught from the Sang was pain enough for one lifetime.

Still, there were things that unnerved him about the girl keeping her distance from him, running down the clock via her slow approach. The first was her sudden death earlier. She just dropped. No rhyme or reason. Just died. She killed her bioform before that as well, turning into a red smear on the ground before he could get a good look at it.

Maybe she was charging up something nasty with a Heaven of Biology. That explained the nu-kitten she carried with her everywhere. Maybe the cat could piss lightning and shit nuclear fire. He knew a Sang once who could turn peoples eyes into wasps. Got to experience that firsthand. Shifted the sow over into a plane of dawn as a response and set her on fire. That was a real-death most deserved.

He had to be ready for this girl pulling similar tricks.

Something else gnawed at him. She was just too full of tricks to be some random wilder girl beyond the walls. Wiser was casting casualties into his minda full knot wiped out and an entire Incubi strike cell along with their monitoring mirror nulled. That was beyond the capabilities of most Godclads. There mustve been someone helping her. An extremely capable Necrojack like the Low Masters.

Or one of their acolytes.

He glared at her strangely formed accretion and frowned. She didnt even truly have a Metamind protecting her, but the makeup of her consciousness looked warped. Hardened against traumas. That indicated expert-level sequencing. The type even he would need to spawn a dozen instances of himself to achieve.

Aedon Chambers. Shotin could feel the mans hand in thisfeel the acolytes artistry emanating from the girl. He must have also arranged this Frame for her. Helped her usurp a vulnerable Godclad, perhaps.

Shotin sighed as he prepared himself. He had a feeling this was

WARNING: MISSILES INCOMING IN STACK-PRIME [1.4 KILOMETERS]

Shifting his consciousness out from his instance back into his prime sheathe, he found himself blasting off the top of the megablock with four unidentified missiles marked in his cog-feed. The district below was awash in fire and carnage, and sirens blared down from the layers above him, the Paladins finally deeming the situation worth their attention, miserably late as usual.

REND: 98%

Yeah. Thisll do.

***

Draus resurrected to the sight of a building folding in on itself and scowled as she realized her gun was missing. She made a note to fuse it with her Meldskin next time so it would count as part of her for a resurrection. However that worked. Might need Kae to explain it again.

Her Neurodeck crackled as metrics related to radiation filled the corner of her eye. She ignored it. A conventional explosion was the least of this district's concerns. Spatial fabric looked more fucked now than when she went under. A few columns of smoke shivered up into the sky as if she stared at them from behind an oily window.

A humorless chuckle escaped her as she fired her thrusters and soared low along the ground. This had the rotlicks fingerprint all over it: really, really quiet, then unholy chaos and carnage for everyone when shit goes sideways.

To her surprise, the Manta was still in one piece and she connected to it again via Neurodeck. Her suicide had reduced its mass by a bit, but it was still more than operational. Sending it high into the air, it became overwatch again as she tried to call Avo.

But his Ego-ID was blank in her Neurodeck.

Her lip curled. Dead, then. Question was: he dead for good or on the way back?

Sweeping the Manta's sensors through the chaos, a ping manifested in her HUD marking where Dice was. Four hundred meters away. Shed clear thant in an instantfind out about their current situation and exfil with her in tow. No sense in leaving her to waste out here.

Thatd be a real Highflame thing to do.

She cast Chambers again. +Chambers+

{I know! Dont worry, Im on the way. I brought Kae with me. And were driving} A sound of Chambers screaming for his life started and then abruptly ended. {We didnt crash. Thank Jaus. Anyway, that half-strand isnt ready for all our feet rising up the folds of his asshole at once.}

Draus suspected Chambers foot wouldnt ever get the privilege. {Just get over here. And come up with some extraction routes too.}

{Got it. Theres a gateway we can take ten k's away! Dentons back in the Washington! Well have her open it before we get there!}

The Regular boosted over a half-collapsed shanty and found Dice smashing through everything in her path as if they werent there. Fallen drones and abandoned aeros went up into the air. Solid walls burst into dust as the waif just charged through them. And strangely, with each thing she broke, she seemed to be going faster, hitting harder.

So, Avo was just taking a break, then. She doubted the girl pulled these new tricks from thin air.

***

Kae, Chambers said, cutting from one lane to another without casting any directional indicators. Aeros behind them blared their horns and swerved. Are you ready? Are you ready for anything?

Their aero swerved as Chambers yowled curses at the Exorcist drones darting up from under them in front of them. Thats right! Thats right! Fuck me! Fuck me hard in front of the lady. Run me out the lane and kill us! You bastards are half the problem with this city. Piss back out your asses! Fucks!

Kae frowned at the constant stream of vulgarity and tried to focus on her tasks. I I think. Im trying to review the Parallelist Heavenour adversary has a great deal of coverage. Spatial reality across fifty kilometers has been considerably

I dont care about them, Kae, Chambers said, rolling his neck but getting no cracks like Draus. He tried again. Still nothing. He mimed a cracking noise using the corner of his mouth and pretended to succeed. Im talking about me.

You?

Chambers nodded.

...Whatwhat are you planning to do, Chambers?

He looked out the window and narrowed his eyes as he judged the cityscape below. There is one power above all others. There is one Heaven standing on all the others. A Heaven that can only be cured by the flame. Someones trying to hurt our consangs. We cant let that happen. Nothings off the table. Everythings permitted.

... What are you talking about?

He looked up at the ceiling and nodded, steeling himself. Just be ready

The Agnos mind went blank as she tried to decipher his words. She gave up a moment later, turning her attention toward which potential Heavens were at play and what routes they could use to escape.