The sewers smelled the same, every time she was down here, and the saying was true: You never forget that smell. The worst part was getting the stink out of uniforms, even the special fabrics from Icon didnt seem able to avoid getting infused with the odor of decay.
At least Siblings contact had been right, there were more Vahzilok in these tunnels than normal, and plenty of Abominations, Reapers and Mortificators. D and Sibling, currently Cliff being the dominant personality, had already destroyed three bodies but their information was that four bodies were missing. They were really trying to find the plague virus, but as yet had no idea where that was. As usual, it was follow the stream of near-dead and the tunnels to what would hopefully be a cure for Sibling.
Are you okay? D was concerned about how quickly the other controller seemed to be getting winded, and how long it took her to catch her breath. Sibling stood against one wall, breathing hard after the last battle, which would normally have been fairly easy.
Get tired faster, between breaths, Cliff was more subdued than earlier, actually using a civil tone. Seems like an effect of the disease. On the good side, it seems like we dont get banged up as much, and heal a little faster. The woman stood up, not meeting Ds concerned eyes. Lets go, Angelas working overtime to hold it off.
Sibling walked past D, not paying attention to her outstretched hand. The words of comfort died on the green womans lips, the male twins voice was always cold, distant. She watched as her partner moved to the end of the room, swaying slightly but determined.
Near the door, Sibling stopped and turned just enough to catch Ds eye. The tall controller knew there was something her partner wanted to say, maybe a little humanity after all the bitterness.
If you arent coming along, you can leave anytime, Cliff sneered.
D rushed the door, as much as she wanted to, she knew that Angela was in Siblings body as well, and that meant hands off. She was through the door and looking for something to vent on, something that she could exhaust her righteous anger upon, though it was the male twin she wanted to slap around. How could they be so different, they lived in the same body! D loved Angela like a younger sister, and wanted to use Cliff as a mop.
You cannot stop me! Boomed a voice, D rounded a corner nearest a sewage control platform at full speed, intent on smashing something besides the twins. She slid to a stop face-to-face with the infamous Dr. Vahzilok.
-Hes bigger than I thought he would be- she had time to think before everything broke loose.
A roomful of Abominations, Morts and various other near-dead, along with the Doctor and some time later, D was still seething. Sibling was opening a refrigerated container, after telling her senior partner in no uncertain terms to stay back. As the smaller woman finished scanning and sampling the contents, she capped the container and placed it into a carry bag. The controller turned to D,
Well, having you along at least speeded things up. Did I mention that your skin is perfect camouflage in the sewers?
Thats ENOUGH! D was fast, not to mention incredibly strong. She had Sibling, Cliff, pinned against a wall with one fist while the other hauled back, green fire sparking in her eyes. What the Hell do you have against the world? Do you not understand that I want to help you? Because, if you dont care about living, by The Goddess, I want Angela to go on for a long time. Bricks and mortar rained from her fist as it struck the wall close to Cliffs head.
If you cant be decent, get OUT of her body! For as long as I have known you, you have never had a kind word for anyone, including your lover. Even Gal would be glad to see you gone, it tears her up to know that Angela has to deal with you. So, here and now, as Angela and Gals friend, as your Damn Superior, she spat the words into his face, in the Sisterhood, you are going to tell me WHAT your Problem IS!
My body, gasped the male voice around the tightening fist.
What? Her fist slacked slightly, still holding Cliff high above the floor, but giving him breath. Her eyes widened. What did you say?
This is my body. His voice was quiet, D was glad for her peculiar ears or it might have been lost to the splash of the sewage from various pipes and dumps. Its been my body since the accident. Something you didnt know, Siblings eyes were clear, but the voice had a tone D had never heard from the male before, almost kind.
We never told Gal, or Bubbles, and Angela cant speak of it. Almira knows, shes seen the inside of both of us. She was *****, D. She wanted to die! I dont know how, but I wouldnt let it happen, and we ended up in my body. This was the most truth the twins had ever told anyone, Almira knew the whole story, but only because she had been in the twins head.
I dont hate any of you, but Angela wants to care for everyone, and that wont work either. One of us has to be suspicious, I have to take care of my sister, D, small drops of water formed on the back of the gloved fist the tall woman held Sibling up with. Tears were dripping from the slight womans nose. Shes all I have.
Over four years, D had known Sibling for over four years, basically since The Lady had brought her to this world. In all that time, she had never known this part of the twins story, and was willing to bet even Gal didnt know. Cliff had always been bitter, most times hateful to everyone, even on the Island. It was rare that Angela was not the dominant personality, but those times were miserable. How Gal dealt with it all the time, D had wondered.
D carefully set Sibling on the platform, stunned. She knew small parts of the story, Angela had hinted at some of it, but all her friends knew that it was a very painful episode, and did not ask about it. Her anger drained away, many things made sense that she had only assumed at before.
Oh Goddess
Cliff, I
. She brushed a tear away from their cheek with the back of her hand. She knew something of sadness, but could work it out by dealing with threats and being a hero. Pulled from her world, trapped in this one, she also understood what being alone meant, and lonely.
Cliff reached up, not angrily, and caught the large hand. He took it the way a man would, clapping it between both of Siblings smaller ones.
Now you know, and Angela realizes because we are both in here. He actually smiled, crookedly and like it was a foreign movement. We will expect that this can stay private?
Can you doubt? But why? His smile was actually sort of cute, she thought.
If Gal knew, she might misunderstand. She thinks she loves only Angela, which means she can always blame me for problems, and thats fine with me. We both care a lot for her.
Wait, D made a face and waggled her free hands fingers, If thats your body, and youre a guy, what happened to
She waggled her fingers again.
It was a first, the young womans face flushed deep crimson, and Cliff was actually embarrassed. He looked at the floor when he spoke.
You can fly, throw people around with your mind, and you wonder how we maintain a womans body? There was a moment of awkward silence, then Sibling laughed.
The sewer still smelled terrible, the air was still heavy with decay, but many things were clear. When the two stepped back into the fresh air under a sky, Cliff felt the weight of his secret a little lighter, and D felt a lot more understanding for why he acted like he did.
Miles away, outside the medical facility in Skyway City, a small group of coated scientists were just unloading their gear from a van. Gal was already there, and a moment later, Bubbles teleported in, retrieved from the loft by the black tankers powers.
Gal had been adamant that the entire team be made up of women, after hearing Bubbles concerns about doctors in general. Bubbles had been in the loft every second the cleaning crew had been, keeping them all within sight. Far from irrational, her experiences had been less than pleasant in the past, and there were several doctors at Crey Labs she was looking for to clarify her suspicions.
The pink and blue cell phone on Bubbles fashionably-loose belt chimed,
D, did you get it? We were worried about how long it was taking, but Gal said if anyone could handle Cliff and Dr. Vahz together it was you and that we shouldnt be too concerned except that you get the sample, and Oh, we just left the loft
Gal rolled her eyes and motioned with her arms for Bubbles hurry up, more anxious than she wanted to be.
Bubbles, slow down. It was Angela on the other end. We are just leaving the research lab in Steel.
Gal saw the look on Bubbles face, knew it was good news and grabbed the phone. It was even smaller than her own, something cutting edge, no doubt. She couldnt hold it to her ear and speak into the mouthpiece at the same time.
Is she Okay? She expected to hear Cliffs voice, bracing herself for his acidic reply. Knowing her partner was alright was all that mattered.
Yeah, were all better, Love. Gals face was blissful, her ivory smile wide and sparkling at the sound of the voice. D wants to talk to you for a minute, but well meet you at the loft.
Thank the Seven! Were on our way, Babe! Gal grabbed Bubbles jacket and the two were sprinting for Kings Row. The tanker knew she could outrun the tram this time of day. The phone made a quiet buzz for a moment, then the other controllers voice came on.
Gal, this is D, besides being the two tallest women on the island, the two had also been good friends. I think we need to sit down and talk. Gal didnt like the tone, but right now, nothing could bother her.
I bumped into a guy I know over here, and he wants to make you a business offer. Do you still have your bartenders license? Cell coverage dropped out just as the tanker and defender sprinted into the tunnel.
Several days have passed since the Sewers. Sibling is back on patrol and things are returning to normal. Gal tearfully turned in her resignation at Tony's, she was uncomfortable with the long commute and being so far from the Loft. The near loss of her partner and the offer from D's "friend" made her rethink the job.
Miss
War? The tiny, bespectacled man raised his eyes. Looking suspiciously over the wire framed lenses, he held the sheaf of paperwork in his left hand, adjusting the somehow ill-fitting glasses with his other.
Its Gal, she was becoming annoyed by the weasely-faced attorney. They, Diva and Gal, had been in the book-lined office for over an hour, and he still insisted on getting her name wrong. In street clothes, she still was an impressive sight, having to crouch to enter the old Brownstone. The chairs were no better, so she chose to stand.
Mr. Leskie, you told me that there were some specific instructions. Diva had had enough, she had actually asked Gal to come here, and this insulted her and her friend. We have been very patient, but there are crimes to prevent and jobs to do, so please, the green giant bared her very prominent canine teeth, Get on with it!
The mans bald head became wet with sweat, and a sudden tremble started in his palsied hands. He knew that these were both female heroes, Diva had been on the front page of the Paragon last week. Gal had been honored by the Mayor for breaking, literally, up a Hellions gathering. He glanced, craning his neck painfully, up to take in the menacing smile on the womans face.
Yeh
Yes. The attorney mopped his forehead with a very expensive, monogrammed linen handkerchief.
Maam. You may refer to myself, or my associate, as Miss or Maam. Anything otherwise will be considered an insult, MISTER Leskie. D did not even need to emphasize, did not flex her very substantial arms, the point was made entirely with her eyes.
Yes
Maam. His upbringing was that women did not interfere with legal matters, they were rarely even consulted. This woman, he feared this woman, not entirely due to her strength, she had a very sharp mind as well.
As I was saying, Maam. The hesitation was very brief, My client has indicated that Miss Gal is to be given access to the entire first floor of the Darkman Lancer Building in Kings Row. He flipped several pages, suddenly much more efficient in his actions, all pretense at delay now gone.
He has further instructed Walmer, Chelsea and Leskie, the firm in which they stood, a well-respected land management agency for Kings Row and Steel Canyon, That the facility be used for a Bar and Restaurant, Upscale, he glanced over his glasses again, restaurant and bar. Being fitted out to Miss Gals instructions, he appeared to have difficulty with the next statement, costs born in total by the owner.
He held up a finger, Dependent upon Miss Gal accepting the responsibility of managing and handling the facility.
Gal looked over at D, stunned. D had a knowing smile, mischief in her green eyes. Gal felt that there was some sort of joke here, one she could not figure. Gifts were not accepted, neither by Gal nor by her partner Sibling, it was a mantra they shared and did not swerve from. This smelled like something related to charity, but there were always strings.
I need ta speak ta D in private, her gaze was direct, D nodded. Lets go outside for a minute.
Standing on the well-aged stairs outside the four story building, Gal turned to D.
Whas goin on here, D? Nobody gets anything for free, specially not me. She had to look up only slightly, as tall as Gal was, D was an inch or so taller. Who is this guy, and why is he tryin ta give me a restaurant? I aint no restaurant manager! Do you have something ta do with it?
D placed a gloved hand on Gals forearm, in a manner good friends or fighting partners would. The motion spoke of trust and respect,
Gal, I honestly do not know who the benefactor is. I do know he has never asked anything from me except to take good care of his property and treat people like people. She moved her hand and took a step back, leaning against the brickwork. How do you think I got the Spa? When Almira brought me here, I had nothing, and you know the Sisters require you to make your own way, they didnt finance it.
The black tanker knew a little about Ds history, and now that she considered it, she realized that D couldnt have afforded the small day spa on her own. As popular as it was, especially among non-human citizens, getting the money to start it would have been tough. For someone with Ds past, or lack of one in this dimension, and her peculiar similarity to some less respected creatures, a bank would have been out. She had a hard time just getting across town without people running from her in fear of an invasion.
This same, sour-mouthed, attorney contacted me a few months before I started Ladies Retreat, the name of her Spa, and made me the same offer. He said this owner had a building currently in disrepair, occupied by a few villains, and he wanted to know if I could help clean them out. Once I did, he made the offer of space and complete furnishing. I pay market rate rent and utilities. The one requirement is that I have to hire employees from the gang-recovery program over on Oliver Street.
Ive never met the owner, and the lawyers wont tell me who he is. Never had an issue though, the green woman smiled and winked, and the business makes enough to keep Bubbles in clothes. They both laughed, Bubbles was probably the most fashionable hero in the city, she actually had a fashion line at Icon named after her. The senior partner in a team was required by the Sisters, and their SG, to provide for the younger. The lesser partner meanwhile followed instructions, generally handled everyday tasks and was routinely tested for skill and development. Those outside the inner workings of the Sisterhood would call it an apprentice-master relationship, those inside knew it was much more. Not all. Or even many, were as close as Sibling and Gal, but that was by choice.
I trust you, no question, Gal made a motion with her left hand, a secret symbol. The meaning held loyalty and obedience, unquestioning to this senior in the Order. D straightened, stiffening, and looked to the side. The sort of trust Gal and Bubbles displayed was sometimes humbling, but thrilling.
Gal, you dont owe me anything. We both do what we think is best, she gripped the tankers arm again, but I would say this is too good to refuse. I have had nothing but good come from it. It is your decision. Sibling and Gal both enjoyed the Spa, D had a very expensive but luxurious establishment, catering to women and occasionally men. Gal had always suspected that Bubbles had arranged the financing through one of her friends, but it seemed she was wrong.
A moment later, Gals phone started playing the tune from AC/DCs Little Lover, the ring specifically for calls from Sibling. She flipped the tiny device open.
Yes, Gal, Angelas voice came from the other end. We could tell even from here. Her voice was excited, too. D had already brought the subject up, senior partner to senior partner. We knew but didnt want to force you into anything
and you do not have to ask permission. No matter what the laws say, we back you in any decision.
Gals smile told D all she needed to know. The controller walked back to the doorway and held the worn, very sturdy even by hero standards, door open for the other woman. D knew that Gal had always worried about doing her part, about being up to her Sisters standards, and no amount of reassurance ever seemed to put those worries to rest. Sibling absolutely depended on her partner, would walk through fire to be beside her. Gal would face down any odds for the same reason, for any of the group.
Lets see this place then, Gal placed one thumb on the Authenti-Kate panel next to the form. A moment later, her image and Clearance Badge number printed across the contract.
The afternoon would be spent inspecting the building, which Gal realized had been a 5th Column base until a week ago when she and Bubbles had cleared it. There was even some warehouse space and some still operating computer equipment. The frowning lawyer indicated that it hosted an online artwork service for another client.
The building was old, very solidly built and had enough metal in it to interfere with cell coverage. Neither Gal nor D noticed their coverage drop, and so also did not receive a desperate call from The Hollows. The message, once they left several hours later, was garbled.
Need backup
.ollows on mish
.micites and Mag
and the sounds of the phone hitting rock.
The urgent message waiting tone sounded on their phones at almost the same time. D had her phone to her ear faster, Gal getting the same message a few seconds delayed. Combat reflexes wakened, the dark-skinned tank turned toward the security door more than a mile distant, again D was faster. Her green, manicured, hand gripped into Gals cotton dress-shirt, pressing with intensity into her shoulder. Two flashes of light and the tall women were on their way, appearing and disappearing every few hundred yards in the direction of the portal.
DIVA! Her mind rang with the message, breaking her concentration and her teleport high above the street. The intensity was one reserved for death or war.
Arms outstretched, Gal caught the edge of a building, saving herself from several hundred feet of falling. She saw that D was distracted, tumbling over and over toward the ground. D could fly and teleport, but didnt seem to be doing either. Gal had seen villains occasionally get off a lucky shot when heroes appeared, stunning them and then setting on them before anyone knew what had happened.
Gals tiara glowed brightly, the original source of her powers. The top of this building was clear, a second later both D and Gal stood alone, D still looking stunned.
The tanker grabbed both of Ds arms, shaking her, D! Wake up! We haveta get ta the Hollows! Another vigorous shake and the controller pushed away, taking a step back and holding out one hand.
Thirty Infernal Gods! Gal, no time to explain. I cant go, another job, from The Lady. No argument, Im off for Indy Port. Get to the Hollows, NOW! The green woman disappeared in a flash of light, and Gal immediately started for the fire escape. Teleport self had to be next on her power wish list, having to run everywhere was just not making it.
Just as she reached the top of the ladders, another flash of light. She found herself at ground level, Ds smile fading into another flash, the controller hadnt forgotten Gals limited travel abilities. Now it was back toward the security door as fast as sprint could carry her, no time to stop for her battle clothes.
D moved as fast as she could, teleporting across the zone on the way to Independence Port. Not happy, not happy at all that The Lady had taken her from her partner. She would not question, would follow the instructions given, but was not pleased by them. From the start, Sisters were trained to always stand beside their partner, to the detriment of all else, it was like a homing instinct. The saying was : Loyalty to the team, Fealty to the Sisterhood, Life for the Partner. A single Sister was formidable, a team was unstoppable.
The Lady had been precise, as always, and direct: the daughter of one of the last of the Old Races was coming to the Port, and she carried knowledge which must be protected. The Ladies had accepted the charge from another, the final request from a dying friend, which had been intercepted by others in transit. Already, this woman had been attacked several times just reaching the Port, and it was believed that both Tsoo and 5th Column were waiting to ambush the arriving ship. Ds partner might be in danger, but she was the only Sister in range that might be able to handle the threat and, D did not understand how, be able to see the newcomer.
Riddles! she said under her breath between dimensions as she passed into the Ports entrance. It would be important, Morgaine rarely sent word directly, and was one of the few who could over so great a distance. D saw a gangplank swing up to a looming ships deck, the vessel still pushed by tugs while being tied to the dock.
The forward tug caught her eye, or rather a long rope ladder extending up from it to the ships deck did. Several red and black uniforms were climbing quickly, and they did not seem to be Stevedores. That fit perfectly with the brightly dressed, tattooed thugs already climbing the gangway, Tsoo and 5th Column were already on the scene.
Great. Hair trailing behind, she flew towards the ship, still unsure where, or who, she was meeting. -Gal would love this- she thought, -Nazis are her favorite people.-
Bubbles hated The Hollows, Gal was still wondering what could drag the small defender out here. Broken ground, huge mobs and general mayhem described the area best, and Bubbles always avoided it unless absolutely necessary.
Locating the defender took less time than Gal had thought, her phone was still on-the-air, and Gals could read the signal, guiding her like a compass. The worrisome part was that the only audio coming over sounded like grinding rock and flames. Gal knew something about rock, even one of the Outcast Bricks had a different sound, this was going to be something new.
-Take it slow girl-, she thought. The signal was coming from the bottom of one of the pitted areas, where the pavement and earth had fallen away during the Upheaval. Not a good place to be if you couldnt fly or jump. Gal knew that going down there meant finding another way out, or having someone TP her out.
She avoided several groups of Trolls and Vahzilok, still going strong even after the Doctors defeat, to peer over the rim. There, at the bottom of the ravine, was Bubbles, lying face down several feet from her phone, covered in powdered rock. She didnt move, even after several minutes, but Gal couldnt see any danger. Whatever had happened was obviously over, only a pile of steaming rocks a little ways away remaining.
Gal jumped into the ravine, making her way to Bubbles. Then she heard the grinding of stone again, looking twice at the steaming rocks until she realized humanoid figures were rising from the earth itself!
Run! was all Bubbles had time to say, staggering as the Revive patch glowed on her arm. Theyre some kind of new monsters! Run!
Not without you, Sweetness. Gal moved between Bubbles and the rapidly multiplying horde of white beasts, calling up Earths Embrace and Mud Pots. Looking at them, she knew she had to give the smaller girl time to recover, how much time she wasnt sure. It would be rough, a glancing blow from one massive fist almost knocked her off her feet.
She was swallowing the last of her Rapid-Heal Fitness Bars, barely getting the bite-sized miracle to her mouth before another blow landed, when a voice from behind gave her hope.
Bubbles for you, Gal O War! That was the Shock Bubble she knew. Dispersion and Force Bubbles sprang to life, deflecting the worst of the punishment. The villains didnt even look scratched.
Come ON, hon! Flying by in her newest white outfit, Shock Bubble careened through the crowd, heading to what she knew was a gap in the ravine. It was the same gap she had used to flee a group of Outcasts, and ultimately led to this mass of spawning rocks. The defender turned to cover Gals retreat with lightning.
It was close, both using the last of their Inspirations to leave the area, Bubbles doing the heavy work of stalling the pursuers with lightning and force fields. Gal decided she definitely was getting some TP self at her next clearance.
As they sat, backs against an abandoned building in relative safety, Bubbles poked at the tears in her costume.
Gal brushed white stone from her afro, How did you get into that, girl?
Team called, needed some defenders and thought I would go help them out. One is an old friend, but just getting there was trouble, shouldve known, Hollows and all but I said Id come over and do what I could. Had to dodge some Outcasts and ended up in that dead end, thought I was safe until those things sprang up out of the ground. Nasty, called Pumicites and Magmites, and they have no manners. Bubbles always talked fast and had never, in Gals memory, taken a breath.
The girls eyes twinkled, Ogolo, Mubagwa! She mimicked the sounds the villains had made, holding out her thin arms in imitation.
Gal laughed, deep and long. This was her favorite battle partner, even over Sibling. The twins were lifelong companions, but could be brooding and serious. There was never a battle that this girl couldnt make funny, even scratched and beaten as they had been. She glanced over at Bubbles, who was trying to get her top to stay together with most of the buckles missing. She was easily distracted now, but rock solid in battle, Gal cleared her throat.
Bubbles, can I ask you something? Just getting up the nerve to say it aloud took the tanker a moment.
Sure hon, whats up? The defender shifted and faced Gal, all attention now.
Its Sibling, or Cliff, specifically. Gal paused, then let it rush out.
Since the accident with the Vahz, when I thought Ang would die, Bubbles was sometimes inattentive, but she had a very sharp mind and noticed that Gal mentioned worry for one twin and not the other, the fight in the loft when I swore at Cliff. Since D and Sibling came back, things have been
.different.
Bubbles saw the look of confusion in her friends face, like she was trying to identify a flavor or a feeling. She stayed quiet, maybe the tanker was working out something and just needed to talk it through.
The day after they came back, Angela asked if I wanted the twins split, like physically. A heavy shadow seemed to pass behind Gals eyes. She wanted to know if I would still let Cliff be around. Asked if I would still be her partner, if Cliff left would I still treat her the same. Gal was pacing, a sign Bubbles knew meant she was working on something.
The pause grew long, Why? the defender finally asked.
I didnt know at first, thought I would be happy to have Angela free from that Son of a Goat. I didnt say it, didnt know what she was really asking. I said the same thing: Why? The tanker stopped, a few feet from Bubbles, looking straight at her.
Then it was Cliff, they switch just that fast. He said if I asked, if it was what I really wanted, he could leave, Bubbles saw Gal clench her fist, probably unconsciously, forever.
Bubbles was at a loss, very rare. She couldnt tell if Gal was going to say what her answer had been, then one more bombshell dropped.
He apologized to me, babe. Bubbles jaw actually dropped open. I think he and D had a conversation in the sewers, not that the twins have said, but hes different now. Angela is still in charge most of the time, but he talks more, and is actually nice. She mentioned something about the disease interfering with their ability to both be conscious at the same time, now its more like when shes awake, hes asleep, and the same the other way. They dont know whats happened during their sleeps like they used to.
So, whats the problem? Did you tell him he should go? Bubbles couldnt wait any longer.
Thing is, babe, Gal looked at her toes, sheepish, I kinda like him now. I dont know what D told him, but hes a lot more civil than he used to be. Two weeks ago, I would have paid to have him gone, now, she held out her hands, I told him to stay.
She held up one finger, smiling, But, I told him to stay out of our bed!
Gal was happy, Bubbles could see that. She had needed someone to talk to, someone that even her partner could not be, especially could not be. The defender stood, jumping around like a rabbit and clapping.
Yayy! Then remembering where they were, she quieted slightly, yayy.
Picking their way back to the security door, Gal invited Bubbles to dinner, with Cliff. Bubbles phone was useless, fairly well smashed, but she had Gals dialing the number for D in a split second.
Tell them to make place for us, and one more, Ds deep voice came from the Port. We have a guest, on her way to The Island, but staying with us for a few days. There was a noise in the background, someone else speaking.
She wants to know if wine, or something stronger, is available.
So, anyway, Gal was busy in the kitchen, several copper pans and one large Calphalon pot hissing and steaming away, she adjusted the range down to keep the sauté from burning, I have an idea about the bar. Theres an old cabinet shop over in Skyway, they have an antique bar in storage. It would be perfect for the place
The doorbell rang, twice quickly and once again, longer. Bubbles came out of the dining room, having just finished setting the table for five. She thought it was awkward, the Sisters disliked odd numbers, a sort of superstition. Teams always consisted of pairs, one to watch the other. No matter, she had offset the table so that if there had been six, it would have been the same. Eye for fashion, eye for symmetry.
Bubbles opened the door, the ring had been a code that no Sister would reveal, meaning all was well. The woman outside the door looked as though things were less than well, covered in dirt and burn marks, clothes mostly tatters.
D! Bubbles reached out to touch her partners arm, the concern a long time friend would show. Both the controllers arms were loaded with satchels. The younger partner barely noticed the masked woman to the side, she started toward D then back, unsure whether to help her friend or rush inside for a first aid kit.
Bubbles, Ds voice was steady but somewhat exasperated, will you please get Sibling or Gal to invite Her Highness, in? Sarcasm dripped form the words, Bubbles paused a moment, still concerned for her partner. Please.
Oh, she stood away from the door, holding it open. Please, come in.
When the olive-skinned stranger did not move, Bubbles glanced into Ds emerald eyes. The tall womans discomfort was evident, she had a temper, it was slow, but not something to raise. That and the blood trickling from her friends lower lip were enough. She stepped into the hallway, pulling a finely woven cloth from her belt and reaching on tip-toe to dab at the wound.
D, you need to come in so I can look at that! Put down that stuff! The stranger crossed her arms, flowing crimson and golden material softly rubbing together. D looked hard at Bubbles, a command without words.
Bubbles, get Sibling or Gal to come to the door, now. She could hear one of the two coming toward the door now, probably to see what was keeping them. The loft was not large by any means, but the door was down a short hallway, hidden from view from the rest of the space. The front door was actually an old freight passage, separated from the building hall by a steel strapped door on a ramped track. Releasing the door allowed gravity to pull it shut, it clicked softly behind Bubbles. D could hear much better than most humans, the scent was Sibling when the door slid open again.
Sibling, probably because the twins dealt with several thoughts at once all the time, took in the scene quickly. D was pretty battered but standing straight and trying to maintain her dignity as Bubbles was playing worried sister and nurse without much success, and there was a very imperious looking, sour-faced woman dressed like a Cossack just behind.
D gave Sibling one of her looks. Old friends, women that could control and read minds, battle partners that just KNEW what to do.
Madame Gypsy, come and be welcome in my home. Pass this threshold with my permission. Sibling did not bow, which they knew would aggravate their guest. The smaller controller also reached out, touching Ds arm briefly, Lady, please go with Bubbles and use the Medi-Kit. Smaller, lesser rank and younger; Sibling could still make her words sound like commands.
The newcomer crossed the door first, obviously intent on doing so. Sibling held the door until everyone was inside, then saw the hand sign for Thank you from D as she set the large bags down on the wooden entry floor. The material was a sort of rough leather, but expertly tooled with runes and signs, stitched in places with gold and shimmering black. The sigils were similar to the strangers clothing, deep red cloth with gold and black patterns, obviously of magikal significance (at least to someone who studied it as Sisters did).
The masked woman strode about with a purpose, smelling the cooking and hearing Gal in the kitchen. Her head moved side to side, taking in the rooms, moving toward the sound of sizzling. Never once did her hands leave the sleeves of her draped shirt. Her tall leather boots thudding on the floor, she caught sight of Gal, or at least her midsection between the overhead cabinets and the countertop that separated the cooking area and the dining area. What would have been shoulder height for most people was barely waist height for the tanker.
You have brought me to the servants quarters? The masked woman turned to face Sibling, who had been quietly following, cats feet.
Gal heard an unfamiliar voice, not the words but the sound. She stepped around the counter, finally facing the stranger, apron neatly tied and cooking fork in hand. What was cooking smelled delicious.
It was by good fortune that Angela was the personality at the moment, Cliff would likely have triggered Dominate. As it was, Sibling smiled tightly and walked to Gals side, purposely showing her back to the stranger until she was beside her partner.
Gypsys Queen, this is my partner and life mate, Gal O War. Refer to her again as anything but, their voice changed to Cliffs bass growl, and we will rescind your invitation to welcome. For one of her kind, it would mean Gypsy could not leave the home until she was commanded to by Sibling or Gal. It would mean servitude.
Gypsys eyes went wide within the webbed face-wear of her mask. She did a quick re-evaluation of this person, very few knew of the old laws that governed her people. Governed only her now. To speak to one of her family this way, in the old world, would have brought a swift death to a respected foe, and a slow one to anyone else.
Sibling touched her forehead, not bowing, but showing that much respect. Gypsys Queen removed her arms from her sleeves, showing simply open palms, the same intention: peace and respect. In her country, which was not defined by borders but by family history, showing an open hand indicated a measure of trust and understanding. A hidden or concealed hand was a prelude to battle, a threat.
Gal was confused, missing most of what had led to this. She realized that Cliff wouldnt speak unless there was some sort of trouble, but her partner gave none of the signs that things were amiss. When Sibling turned again, she winked quickly, letting Gal know things were under control and Gal shrugged.
Gypsys Queen, this is Gal O War. We are Sibling. Gal, this is a guest of the Sisterhood, Gypsys Queen. Gal touched her forehead and was about to perform the shallow bow that accorded the respect given to guests. Siblings open hand on her waist indicated otherwise, she quickly recovered. There was some tension, some reason that her senior wanted to place this other woman on notice.
I will use the accommodations, no further gestures, no usual appreciation. Gal was beginning to see what might be a problem. Show me the way.
Another quickly placed hand on her waist and the retort died on Gals lips. Someone giving her senior orders in her house, before the Sisters had taken her in, there would have been knives in the open. As it was, she would follow Siblings direction. The small woman gave Gals hip a gentle squeeze, unnoticed by the visitor, a subtle message.
Please follow us, this way. Angelas voice. Gal, please look in on D and Bubbles. Make sure they found the first aid kit. Sibling walked past the Gypsy, who turned and followed into the deeper sections of the loft.
Sorry to leave you like that, hon. Bubbles was placing the stitch-patch on her partners deep green lip, some of the brown antiseptic still bubbling. Seated, D was still as tall as her partner. Bubbles was concentrating on getting the patch straight, wondering at the same time if some green mascara would hide the bandage. D looked at Gal, apology in her eyes.
No problem, just worried about ya. Wasnt an easy thing for Bubbles and me, but looks like you had a pretty good afternoon. Gal grinned, white teeth glowing against her dark lips. Ds smile was crooked, threatening to open the lip again.
Stop it! Let that heal, you dont want any scars. Bubbles collected the pieces of paper and trash littering the floor. This bathroom was just off Sibling and Gals bedroom. It was immense, compared to the rest of the loft, with room for both ladies to dress and take their time in preparing for the day. Small kitchen, living room and dining room together, one small spare bedroom and bathroom (where Sibling was waiting until Gypsy was finished), but the master bedroom and bathroom were the stand outs.
Gal, thank you for getting Bubbles, she said as she stood up. Bubbles was on her way back to the kitchen with a bowl of used gauze and towellets, to dump them into the trash. Gal could hear the relief in the taller womans voice.
Who broke your tooth? The tanker saw a broken canine in the others smile. Oh, and it was the other way round. Bubbles saved my butt. Youve got a great partner there.
I know it. She can be talkative, but I wouldnt trade her for the world. A green hand reached up to her mouth, rubbing the jagged break, at least half the tooth was gone. A couple Ancestor Spirits got off some lucky shots, one almost knocked me into the water. Between the 5th and the Tsoo, it wasnt my best afternoon.
What matters is that you made it. The tanker grabbed her friend in a hug, really meaning it, very glad to know that everyone close to her was safe. It took D a little by surprise, and stung a raw spot on her side, but she returned the affection, Sisters.
Hey, Gal released the embrace, as normal as men shaking hands, what did you say to Sibling
in the sewers I mean?
D was pulling off what remained of her pants, the ballistic material spent. One other wonderful reason to visit this team, Gal had a hot tub installed that was long enough even the eight foot tall woman could submerge. That, and the black woman had skin lotions and oils specific for her dark skin, which meant they worked wonders on green skin as well.
Why? she stopped and looked at Gal, puzzled.
Just
Cliff has been different. I mentioned it at the lawyers office, but it seems like more than that. He was actually joking with Bubbles this afternoon, they were playin cards before you came. Gal had to look at that broken tooth when Ds mouth fell open, it would grow back but looked bad now.
Seriously. If I didnt know Angela, Id wonder who that was. Gal stepped to the tub, turning the hot tap and letting the steam rise out of the tiled bath. She missed the look that came over Ds face, a mix between surprise and joy. Maybe Cliff was going to shape up, maybe he just needed to get something off his chest.
Maybe, Gal, he just needed time, she eased her aching body into the bubbling bath, the smell of lavender and citrus circling her head. Ooooh, thats good.
Enjoy. I got to turn dinner back on, itll be a while. Dont rush, babe. Gal turned the makeup counter light off and dimmed the overhead before closing the door.
The twins stood outside the bathroom door, discussing this newcomer between themselves, which meant silently. Part of the training on The Island was specifically dedicated to other, known, magikal races and peoples. The Sisters history was one of legend, but no one outside the Sisterhood knew how much was true and how much myth. That suited the Ladies quite well, and gave them capital of a kind unrelated to finance.
Sibling had been known among the Ladies, a scholar first and a troubled soul second. Whether due to the twins past or a lack of outside contact, they had absorbed knowledge, surpassing those several years further into the faith in knowledge and abilities. History and traditions of other races was one of their strong subjects. D had given them a very quick briefing, mentally, at the door. That was all the more they needed, so it made sense that Gypsy had been sent to this loft. No other scholars lived in this portion of the city, at least none the Sisters would trust with this woman.
The wait was turning long, and few sounds were coming from inside. Sibling turned towards the door, Cliff wanting to knock and Angela forbidding it. There were just some things universal among women, and knocking on the bathroom door was never done politely. The sound of water running, then running again, brought a knowing smile to the controllers lips.
May we offer assistance, Madame Gypsy? Angelas voice was only loud enough to be heard over the on and off again sound of a water stream from inside. She did not touch the door.
Yes, attend me. The womans voice, heavy with a Slavik accent, was from a person used to being in charge. Sibling bit back Cliffs reply and turned the handle.
Gypsy was standing near the shower, hands again in her sleeves, a posture Sibling realized was routine for the woman. The visitors hair was freshly brushed, pulled in the back with a leather thong tie and two small plaits, one falling beside either eye. An apparently perpetual scowl and the thick eyebrows added to her brooding face, Angela chose a less than cheerful smile, sincere but not friendly. The twins stood in the doorway, not entering.
How may we help?
This appliance, the Gypsy pointed, you will explain its use. She replaced her hand into the sleeve of the shirt and inclined her head. Imperious, indeed, and even Angela had her limits.
Madame Gypsy, we understand that the journey was difficult, and that this is a foreign place, we also understand from your Diklo that you are of the Luri, last daughter to the Kak. Sibling was throwing in enough Romanese, the language of the people, to convince the woman she was being honest and also knew what she spoke about. While we respect your place and your people, you should not give orders to those in our house. In this house, we are all Sisters of some rank.
The air crackled between the women, no powers or magik, simply from the tension. Gypsy realized this was not a commoner, not simply some Gadji. She had recognized the headscarf, knew why she had to flee her native country, even knew her status in the Clan. It was rare that the Queen knew less about a person who knew so much about her, and it was uncomfortable.
You say we, lowering her head to stare directly at Sibling, who else do you include?
We are Sibling, now it was Siblings turn to be evasive and aloof. We are twins. I am Angela, the voice dropped several octaves, and I am Cliff. The body took on a different stance, inflection of voice and expression. Gypsy realized this was another person, but sensed no magik involved, it was not channeling a spirit.
No, not channeling, the male voice continued, my sister and I share this body. To answer your question, the question you were about to ask politely, emphasized by voice, the appliance is called a Bidet. It is used to clean and refresh after using the toilet. It is much preferable to, but does not replace, western paper. Shall we demonstrate for you, a completely mirthless grin settled on Cliffs face, akin to a death mask, my Queen?
No. Her response came with the same flat tone, her mouth tight and eyes narrowed. The thought of a man, a Gadjo, instructing a woman in such things had her fists clenched inside her sleeves. Several dark spells occurred to her, but many months of learning and being taught, sometimes in less than pleasant ways, stopped her. The balance of respect and affront this person had shown was not what a foe would, her first teacher had been much the same. A smile that did not reach her lips came at the thought of that lesson, how to size up an opponent before stepping into battle. It was also how two strangers would meet, determining friendship or hostility.
Sibling touched her forehead, leaving her hand there and diverting her eyes to the ground. Angela spoke again.
We do not need to be enemies, we do not need to be friends, her eyes snapped up, holding Gypsys own fiercely, but you will not be master in OUR home.
Gypsy removed her hands from the shirt, holding both palms up and in full view, not breaking eye contact. You are Romanes?
No, Sibling replied, she could hear a barely concealed longing in the question. One woman, recently orphaned, seeking another member of her Clan. We are Gadji, non-Gypsy woman, but you know that the Sisters have taken in your people before. We are all one. The word was Jekhipe, and simply saying it caused the masked woman to relax visibly. There was some noise in the kitchen, Gal firing the stove up and starting again on the half finished dinner.
You are among friends here. You can relax here, the Ladies would not send you anywhere unsafe. Sibling relaxed, dropping her hand and standing more at ease. She could understand how all that had happened would make this woman ready to do battle.
I would wish that you had been the one to meet me, I was not expecting a
Do not say that, not in this house, not in our hearing! Sibling interrupted, the comment had been expected. Few people met D without being disturbed, even her contacts generally ducked before they recognized her. She is nothing like them, at least not in this dimension, and she approaches her posting as Lady. Sibling gave a genuine smile at the lost look that Gypsy had. Shes from another dimension. It explained a great deal.
She still has excellent eyes, and ears. Sibling and Gypsy walked toward the dining room, she was able to see me even though I was using magiks. Bubbles appeared in the hall, trying not to look like she was looking for them.
Gypsy stopped, placing her hands into her sleeves, it was instinctive. Bubbles saw the quick movement, stopping herself where she was reaching to adjust a picture that did not need it. The young woman looked at Sibling, unsure.
Gypsys Queen, this is Shock Bubble; Shock Bubble, this is Gypsys Queen. Bubbles is a Sister, Gypsy does not touch others outside her family. Sibling mentioned it because it would have been usual for women inside the Sisterhood to hug or grasp forearms in greeting. Bubble simply touched her forehead and made a sketch of a bow, proper for an initiate Sister. She did not see that Gypsy inclined her head, habit, or that Sibling shot the masked woman a sharp glance. Gypsy lowered her head again quickly, and sheepishly answered as Bubbles straightened up.
I am pleased to meet you. It sounded less than convincing, but a good start.
Gal almost has dinner ready, and D will be out of the bath soon. I set a place for everyone and put out the wine if Gypsy would like some. We have my favorite stuffed mushrooms with Feta cheese if you want something like an appetizer, you know Sib, that kind Gal gets from over in Talos thats organic from the little goats
Lets sit down then, Sibling cut off her young friend. Maybe Gypsy would like to hear more about us.
The characters, D, Sibling, Bubbles and Gal have been attending Ds coming of age and birthday party on The Island. Located off Talos Island, on one of the many tiny isles, The Island is constantly shrouded in mist from outside, and unreachable except by the Sisters or a few special guests. Warded, guarded and hidden, this is the sanctuary for the Sisters, a place for ceremony and respite. All the Sisters have gathered here, in a clearing specifically for these sorts of rites, in the shadow of the Grandmother Stone, a monolith that holds sacred meaning. The Lady, Morgaine, has presented D with the symbolic green cloak, signifying her coming into the highest rank of The Order, and has retired to her dwelling. Almira catches Siblings eye and the controller moves out of the crowd, toward a quieter alcove in the foliage
Lady, Sibling bowed and touched her forehead, always proper with this one.
-Daughter,- the voice that was Almira spoke to the twins mind, unable to do so aloud, -the woman we sent to you, that The Lady sent D to find, she is well?-
Yes, she is healthy, but she does not make herself welcome. Between these women, there were no secrets, and Sibling knew that Almira would not rebuke her for opinions. She comes as a guest, but makes trouble in the house. Already she has offended our junior, she has insulted our friends and it has been less than two days! Her voice rose slightly, which Almira knew meant she was extremely irritated. We obey The Lady, in all things, but this tests even our patience. We do not ask, it is not our place, but hope this person is worth this much.
Almira placed a hand on the young womans arm, she could feel there was more than the twins were saying. The mental bond the two had, developed during Siblings many years training under this Lady, carried more then simple thoughts. Almira could sense a great unease inside the controller, jumbled emotions, at least more jumbled then usual for the two people that lived inside this one body. This was very unlike Sibling, Almira mentally called out to an initiate nearby, wiping away tears from Siblings cheek.
When the young, white-robed woman came close, quick to respond and very eager, Almira signed with her free hand. Luckily, the shrubs jutted out into the clearing here, shielding the women from view. Sibling was fully into sobs now, burying her head in Almiras shoulder, as the older woman tried to comfort her. This was nothing like Sibling, in all her time, Almira had never seen the twins like this, had never even known them to cry.
Lady, whispered the initiate, still bowed and uncomfortable speaking directly to one of the highest of The Order. I do not understand, you want me to
An impatient motion said all she needed to, -GO!- The young woman bowed low, scared to ask again. A few steps away and she moved as fast as she could, at less than a run, for the cavern in the wood where Morgaine lived.
Being a healer, Almira could feel other peoples pain, their afflictions and often knew more about what was wrong with someone than a doctor could. The Island had no medical facilities, no modern convenience of any kind, so the healers were the sole source of aid. What she sensed in Sibling was beyond her knowledge, the body was well but in upheaval, and their minds were disjointed and confused, there werent two coherent thoughts in a row.
Bubbles had broken from the crowd, Almira could see her bright colored hair moving near the edge of the robes, she was looking for Sibling. The thought bled over and Sibling caught it.
No! Mother please! Not Bubbles, she was frantic, We dont want to see Bubbles, not like this. The tear-streaked face lifted, watery eyes staring into Almiras own. The voice was Cliffs, interspersed with Angelas sobs.
Almira gauged how long the younger sister had been gone to find The Lady, not long enough to explain, if long enough to even reach the cavern. It didnt matter, Sibling was having some kind of breakdown, both minds trying to come out at the same time. Bubbles had seen the two and was walking across the small open space towards them. The older woman held Sibling at arms length,
-Daughter, go to The Lady, she already knows what is happening. - A flash of light and Sibling was gone, teleported to the cavern by Morgaine, a request Almira had sent along with a fast description of what was occurring.
Lady, Bubbles bowed and touched her forehead, has Sibling gone? I saw her here a moment ago, we are ready to start back to the City but D and I plan to head to Icon and wanted to ask Sibling if she and Gal would come along. The defender looked around, as if expecting Sibling to reappear soon, staying a respectful distance from the green-robed woman. She still had her hood down, normal after formalities were over, the gathering now was one of friends and peers, rank generally being forgotten.
Almira held up a hand, indicating quiet and listen in one movement. Bubbles had not trained under Almira, their skills and talents being very different, and so the relationship was like a scholar from one discipline and a student of another, respectful but distant. The defenders mind was not easy to navigate, and so the mental conversation she would normally use was not comfortable for either. Almira signed, which Bubbles did not understand well, so the healer kept it short.
-Go to Gal, bring Gal, we talk-. Almira pulled her hood up, a sign that this was no longer a conversation between friends, but more serious. Bubbles hurried away, seeing the towering tanker still near D. She pulled up her white hood, tugging it to cover her pony-tails, and walking as quickly as she could. A Sister did not, under strict penalty, run on the island unless lives were at stake.
Gals conversation with Almira, who had been her teacher, lasted less than ten minutes. Bubbles stayed by her partners side, anxious and wanting to be involved, but knowing that she would be called if needed. D sensed something amiss, but a gesture from Almira had kept her in the gathering, that particular motion meaning Distraction. At a final gesture, dismissal, from Almira, Gal headed into the forest
The remainder of the Sisters had dispersed, some remaining on The Island, studying or with tasks, and others going back to the city to their jobs or homes. D walked to where Almira stood, near the path into the deepest of the forest, concern on her face. Bubbles was only a step behind, the stress of waiting apparent. She tried to follow the conversation, but the exchange between D and the elder Sister was too fast. In short order, D turned to her junior partner, her face a mixture of concern and relief.
Bubbles, she started, pushing her hood back slightly to better see her shorter friend, Sibling and Gal have something to discuss, something that will probably keep them here overnight. Its nothing we can do, no reason for us to stay. Bubbles was obviously confused, but knew better than to ask questions now. Her senior would explain as well as she could later.
Lady Almira says she wants you to return tomorrow, early in the morning. D turned slightly to catch Amiras eye, the other womans head nodded beneath her own robe. She said you are to go directly to The Ladys home, wear no clothing of The Order. Street clothes, walking shoes and we are going into town tonight to pick up some other things for you to bring with you. You will bring Gypsy with you, her time for learning the laws of The Island begins then.
Seeing the almost comical look on her junior partners face, D smiled and would have laughed except for the company. The short, green-robed woman was a friend, but also the senior of all the Ladies, and her office cast a seriousness on this. Still
You are not in trouble, but we need to go if we want to visit Icon before your personal shopper leaves. You know phones dont work on The Isle, so we need to get to the Tram in Talos. Her mind was racing, so many things to handle. She would mark it up to her new station except it was like this before as well, she gathered responsibility, handling crises like Bubbles handled her wardrobe.
Both turned to Almira, D never having totally turned away, never excluding the woman from the conversation. As was fitting , Bubbles bowed much lower, both touching their foreheads in salute, then turning and walking toward the transfer zone where all coming and going had to pass.
Morgaines home was actually an ancient cavern, set in the center of the island. No path led to it, and unless you knew exactly where it should be, and knew several words from an ancient language, it could not be found by any means. Sisters did not visit, they were invited, so there was no traffic at her door that night, except as Almira quietly opened the door, coming to add her skills to the small group that surrounded Sibling, and the lamps burned into the morning.
As Bubbles waited at the landing for the skiff to arrive next morning, she shook her head and thought again this was some huge joke. One being played on her, that involved all her friends, the Ladies of the Isle, even Morgaine. Since their first stop last night, when her worry about Sibling had changed into concern her partner was going insane, she had become more and more suspicious. Not that shopping bothered her, it could cure almost any worry she had, but what they had shopped for, that had made her ask D three times.
Then there was the trip to the loft, since Gal would also be gone all night, and having to deal with the woman currently standing ahead of her, Gypsys Queen. She had become somewhat less abrasive since they first met, but would never be Miss Congeniality, and telling Bubbles that breakfast (the breakfast Bubbles had made) was late
that capped off a great morning.
One thing kept her tongue from lashing out, she knew that the first few months with the Sisters would change her tune. She remembered her own first months, which were actually fond memories, but would grind into Her Highness. Washing other womens clothes, being first awake and last asleep, cooking, cleaning
Oh, if only she could watch.
The two blue robed adepts that met them on The Island quickly led Gypsy away, toward the Initiates Circle, a group of huts where all white robes lived while on the island, communal living, everyone equal. A smile crossed the defenders face, nothing to do with the perfect weather.
Ten minutes later, she stood before the door to Morgaines home. Not some sturdy wood or stone affair, this door was made of one spiderweb, an immense web for sure, but perfectly symmetrical. This early in the morning, dew still glistened on the strands, and the perpetual swirling mist that formed the spaces between the web moved lazily. As fragile as it seemed, it could not be opened from the outside. Knocking was not necessary, the owner knew when a visitor was near. As she approached the small porch it swung inward.
Bubbles shifted the carry bag into her left hand, genuflecting with her right to the open door, knowing that Morgaine stood just inside. The bag was part of the joke, she knew it, no one on this island could need the clothing inside, men were not allowed to cross the grass boundary from the beach, and very rare was it that any man had even seen the island. She had gone very quiet last night when D even mentioned the need to get them, and asking for who had drawn a complete refusal to say, beyond some measurements and height.
Men are not allowed here, The Ladys voice came from the door a moment before she stepped into the warm, morning sun. In that you are correct Sister.
Bubbles bowed again, much lower, bag touching the ground. The lack of her robe and hood brought a wave of panic, her fashionable clothes felt wrong here.
No Sister, you have done as I asked. What you will do today requires you to fit in the City, and the rule about never being in the company of a man while robed is still enforced. The delicate hands of the ancient Lady touched below Bubbles chin, lifting her head. Gently, as an aunt or matron would, she led Bubbles into the cavern where she made her home. The smells of cinnamon and fresh cedar, brightly lit corners and walls of natural arts made it seem less imposing than she would have thought. Light seemed to come from everywhere, even with no windows in the walls. They stopped at a closed door, this made of some light-colored wood, bound with leather, another impossible feat.
No man is welcome past the beach, Morgaine spoke quietly to the pink-haired girl, turning away from the door but motioning for Bubbles to open it. However, a Sister may come and go at will. In this case, we make our only exception.
The door opened slightly, Bubbles dropped the bag in shock. She turned but Morgaine was gone, no corner or passage for her to duck into. Bubbles turned back to the door, sure the joke was about to be sprung and braced for any manner of shock. Her mouth dropped open.
You know the rule, came the familiar male voice, men cannot see The Lady.
It was Siblings face, and even the hair color, but it was certainly not Angelas body below. Thicker arms, a broad and male chest, wide hands and some drape across his lower half.
Dont stare, Bubbles, its not polite, the mans teeth shown through a wide grin. We hope you brought something that fits, the uniform is way to tight.
And before you ask, he made a movement with one hand, it is us.
Jeans, Cliff stopped on the path and looked down again, for the umpteenth time, running one hand over denim. I never thought Id get to wear jeans again. His smile widened as he took up the pace again, striding towards the beach ahead.
Bubbles followed along, silent since she first saw him in Morgaines home, still trying to recover from the shock. It could all still be some elaborate joke, but the people involved would not do something to this extent. D or Gal would pull a practical joke, but not Almira and certainly not Morgaine, not if it involved having a man on the island. No man, not ever, had set foot past the beach, not even during the Rikti Invasion. The Ladies, Morgaine most of all, had held the island against the attack. No, this could not be a joke.
She watched the mans back, still unable to think that this could be Sibling. His back was muscular, but more like a gymnast than a weight lifter, and it filled out the flannel shirt (Scottish-made Flannel, McLaren pattern, very fine work from Icon). Definitely bigger than Sibling in the chest and arms, thicker legs, different stride. She decided that this could not be the same person and stopped, suspicion raising the small hairs on her neck.
Who are you? She was a defender, but knew one or two offensive moves, that and being well skilled with her hands. The man stopped, then turned slowly, a smile leaving his face.
Bubbles, its Cliff, he motioned with both hands to himself, expression between frustration and confusion. Sibling, how long have you known me? Who am I? he made a noise in his throat. I am Cliff.
No, thats not right, she took a step back, putting a little space between them. Sibling never says me or I, I know Sibling. Now, who are you? The lack of other Sisters in the forest occurred to her, normally at least a few of the initiates would be coming to the water for breakfast fishing.
You didnt know. Sorry about that, he paused with an amused grin pulling at the corners of his mouth. Im going too fast, its just that being in a body again is very cool. Let me explain. She didnt move closer, still suspicious.
Since Sibling caught the wasting disease, from the Vahzilok, Angela and I have been having trouble. Angela used some of her skills to counteract the disease while I took over the body, its a skill we have, lets us do several things at once. Im the better fighter anyway, Angela doesnt like violence. He leaned back against a tree, crossing one leg over the other, relaxing in a movement Bubbles did not recognize.
I wont bore you with all the details, but D and Sibling beat Dr. Vahz and recovered the antidote, He looked across the space to Bubbles eyes, holding them and realizing they were a very pretty blue, glowing, but still pretty. He stopped talking, actually lost in her eyes for a moment.
She noticed his pause, he was staring. And? She straightened, uncomfortable with this attention from someone she would otherwise treat as a friend, except this wasnt that person. Now, she was confused.
Oh, yeah, he cleared his throat and hid a blush behind his hand, affecting to rub his nose. So, after that, weve been having trouble keeping our thoughts straight. Trouble keeping our emotions in check, Angela has been all weepy, he rolled his eyes, but there was no malice in his voice. Ive been angry, bitter, he made a face, or at least more than normal. He smiled, looking into the dense grass at his feet, then ran a hand through his shoulder length hair. That motion, the way he moved, that was the Sibling she recognized.
So, what happened to your, um, Bubbles waved a hand toward him, pursing her lips, body?
He laughed, that was also a laugh she recognized. The voice, laugh were all Cliff, the motions, some of the little traits and quirks, those were Sibling. She squinted, looking over him twice again.
The body, well, we have a problem with that. You see, we found out that since the accident with Vahz, the body is having trouble with both of us. Basically, Almira and Morgaine, Bubbles eyes widened, those names were never used without titles here, they think that this body cant handle the conflicting hormones and physiology. This body was male, a long time ago, now he had Bubbles attention. Angela and I keep it female by using our powers. You know that Angela fears being close to men. He glanced up as she slowly nodded, she wouldnt have said feared, but knew that Angela never stayed around men longer than a mission or necessary, knew it was because of a terrible experience.
Well, imagine if she had to live in a male body. She wouldnt, and I know that, so I use my telekinesis and some other powers to keep this body female. The problem is that now, after the accident, it has started to reject some of those powers. Hormones going crazy, making emotions do the same.
It was good that we were here for Ds party, Almira realized and had some of the Ladies check it. They say that I need to be the dominant personality and be in a male body once in a while. That should help balance things.
It occurred to Bubbles that this meant the end of a friendship. She had known Sibling, as Angela, since she came here, now it sounded like Angela was gone. Just that fast, and she hadnt even had time to say goodbye. A tear formed in one eye.
Oh, wait, no! You dont understand, Angie isnt gone. I just get to be me once in a while, and the body changes to match. His normally brusque manner and sometimes rude attitude crumbled under a womans tears. Waving his hands, he walked over to where Bubbles stood, in full cry now.
Bubbles sniffled, wiping her eyes with a color coordinated scarf, matching the rather subdued (for her) sky blue, fuzzy sweater and cotton-pink skirt. Cliff came within a few steps, suddenly noticing that she was wearing perfume and some sort of sparkle on her cheeks. He stood, not sure what to do, while she composed herself.
Angie isnt gone Bubbles, I only need to be like this for a little while, just long enough for the chemicals to flatten out. From what they said last night, probably only a day or so, then Angela will be able to handle it for a while.
She stopped crying and looked up into his eyes, the same eyes Angela had but somehow different in the way they held hers. This was also a different sort of Cliff, nothing like the way he would have acted before, this Cliff had some compassion, the old one would have kept walking while she cried.
How is that gonna work? I still dont understand, she shook off the last of her tears and dug into her small bag for a moment, coming out with a compact and using the mirror to check her face.
When we sense that the balance is off, we can come here, to the Island. The Sisters can help us
change. He looked decidedly uncomfortable for a moment, looking away. Then I stay a man until we have the body back in balance, come back, and Angie gets to run things again. We wont know how often until it happens a few times.
A noise, crunching leaves, came from a side path. This trail connected to all the others on the island, even the concealed paths, could be found simply by walking from the beach on this trail. Sisters are trained to be very quiet in their movements, the rustling was only a few steps away.
A blue-robed adept stepped from the trail to their left, hands folded and head down within the hood, typical of a Sister who spent much time on The Island. When she caught sight of Bubbles, there was only mild surprise, it wasnt often that a Sister went about in street clothes, but nothing unheard of. She began to make a sign of greeting, then noticed Cliff.
A moments hesitation, Cliff stepped back, Bubbles looked from the Sister to him and back, then the blue-robed woman dropped into a crouch. Not everyone on The Island was trained in combat, many Sisters never left the shores, becoming skilled at arcane knowledge, providing research for Universities and the like. This woman was not a sage, a freezing sword snapping into existence in her hand defined her area of study.
Sister, No! Bubbles held up both hands, waving them. The woman did not even look to the side, concentrating on the center of Cliffs chest, a martial skill allowing her to anticipate any movement he might make. Her robe was becoming heavy with ice and frost, the air around her fogging from the cold.
What do you want here, Man? There was a definite tone on the last word, a dislike or accusation.
Cliffs legs went cold, ice creeping up from the moisture in the air and ground to surround his feet, rooting him in place. Several thoughts flew through his mind, attack being one of the first, but seeing a Sister and woman facing him, he waited. Attacking women bothered him, unless they hit first. As it was, he couldnt move, and was cold, but that was it.
Mistress, this is a mistake! Bubbles had moved between the two, and could feel the frigid cold coming from her back, where Cliff shivered in the block of ice. This isnt a man, or at least not really a man, well maybe he is now
She started rambling.
Bubbb..bbb
bbbles, kkk
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cold, his lips were turning blue, the denim and athletic shoes being inadequate for the arctic cold that surrounded him.
Mistress! Please stop. Bubbles moved to within touching distance of the other woman, completely blocking her view. This is a Sister! Its Sibling!
The sword disappeared, she straightened up and moved to one side for a better view of the shivering man. Her eyes narrowed, then widened. A look of horror flashed over the womans sharp features a moment before she pulled her hood up, hiding her face and bowing. Without her concentration, the Chilbain dissipated quickly, leaving Cliff in violent shakes from the cold.
Bubbles turned, rushing over to Cliffs side and pulling off the heavy sweater she wore. Modesty among Sisters was practiced out of respect, not because of any physical taboo, and Cliff was freezing. Bubbles did what any Sister would do for another, threw her sweater over his shoulders and hugged him close for body heat. It took a moment for him to stop concentrating on the cold and realize he was that close to a very attractive young woman in nothing but a camisole and skirt. Being a woman, at least being in a womans body, for 12 years did not prepare him for the reaction. Luckily, Bubbles and the blue-robed Sister did not see the sly grin that crossed his face.
Lady Sibling, the blue-robe said, still bowed low at the waist, Forgive me, I was confused. I beg your pardon. The law dealt very harshly with attacking a fellow Sister, Sibling was of higher rank and known to be a favorite of Morgaine.
Narshawn? Cliff gathered his wandering thoughts enough to address the woman. Arent you Narshawn? His voice was flat, the cold making it hard to speak at all.
She took it as a rebuke, placing a hand to her forehead, not rising. Yes Lady, I am Narshawn, Mistress of Winter, Daughter of Lady Gemini, sixth season. Her whole history on The Island, who she served, her power sets, it was the most formal greeting a Sister could show. It was usually reserved for first introductions or during a grave misunderstanding like this.
Narshawn, stand. He waited for her to rise, still staring at the ground and unsure. Do not bow to me, at least not in this form. He smiled, trying not to. I am a special case, so they allow me on the Isle, but you should treat me like a man otherwise. Her eyes were still averted, head covered, he couldnt tell what her face might show. Confusion was a good bet.
Bubbles had released him, also noticing that this was NOT a Sister. She was comfortable with him, he still seemed something like Sibling, but there was an awkward feeling as well.
Less than 20 minutes later, Narshawn was gone on her business (confused but not fearing punishment) and the two stood at the docks, waiting on one of the skiffs to take them outside the foggy force-field that prevented teleportation or uninvited visitors. Some small talk had died, neither really knowing how to go about this. Bubbles seeing an old friend in a completely different way and Cliff beginning to feel emotions he had never dealt with before.
Bubbles? It took several tries just to get started, he didnt meet her eyes.
Yes? She looked up, Cliff was several inches taller than Sibling, taller than she was.
Its Cliff, just call me Cliff. Angela is still inside this head, he tapped his temple, but like this, shes not conscious. Its to protect her. I still can do the same things, powers and all, but dont have her skills. I need to ask you for something
he rushed it out, fidgeting with the zipper on his jacket.
I dont know how to be a guy. He looked up, meeting her eyes, then realized how that sounded.
Bubbles actually blushed crimson, more from shock than embarrassment. It hadnt sounded like a question, like he was asking for what his words said. She realized it was the first time her friend had been a man, no puberty, no male bonding. He was a woman that had become a man last night.
Oh [censored], Bubbles, I didnt mean, he reached out, would have caught her arms in the female way Sisters did to emphasize a point. Then realized that might be the wrong move and pulled his hands back, stuffing them into his pockets. Im sorry
Nah, I understand, she was still blushing, but laughed as they both stepped into the skiff. It arrived and two mariner Sisters held it to the dock. I think I understand why D wanted me to come here, too. Im around men more than all the other Sisters combined. Besides, I may be cute, but Im not easy. His look of shock made her laugh again, an opening she couldnt pass up.
Some lessons, she winked at him and crossed her arms, have to wait for the second date.
Dinner, some dancing, lets see how this first date works out. He didnt see the glee in her eyes as she stepped into the front of the boat.
So, how do you like the coffee? Bubbles had the fine china cup inches from her lips, observing Cliff over the rim. She knew that Sibling, while Angela was dominant, rarely drank anything but water or tea, so it had mildly surprised her when Cliff had asked to stop for coffee. She knew about this coffee shop since she was a connoisseur of fine chocolate (fine anything), and this was a regular stop on shopping days.
Never had a cappuccino, but this is great! Cliff had taken a few minutes at the counter, this was a spot known for its very expensive prices and extremely good fare. He had looked from the fresh baked pastries to the industrial La San Marco coffee machine for some time before deciding on a cappuccino and brioche. Both were excellent. Now he was on his third.
The look on his face gave Bubbles pause, though he didnt notice her concentration. She was beginning to realize that this was not at all Angela. He seemed to be experiencing everything for the first time, and the wonder and excitement made her smile. She realized that Cliff was rarely dominant in the body, but the actual meaning of that had not become apparent until this. There were several questions she had asked during the day, and some answers he could not explain.
Cliff, she set the china cup down, the chocolatta calda di companna almost gone, I still dont understand how you have lived all this time, she paused, not sure how to put it.
How Angie and I lived in one body? He was still smelling the coffee, not having taken a drink yet, just savoring the aroma. I dont know if I can explain it. How we ended up like this, well, you know that, he saw her nod.
Since then, we both have been in one body, but whoever was dominant had the feelings. When Angie ran the body, he made it sound like driving a car, I could see and hear and all, but emotions dont work that way. I could be raging mad and it never came out. Think of it like a teleconference. He set the demi-tasse cup down, and took a bite of the pastry. I could see and hear, Angie knew what I thought or felt, but I didnt control anything. We also had the ability to sorta shut the other out, like when she was hurt or really scared, I could take over and she wouldnt be able to experience what happened.
Same worked the other way. Gal and I dont get along, he looked down to his lap, fiddling with his hands and seeming uncomfortable, I dont make it very easy for her. So, when Angie wanted some time with her, she could close me out, he looked up and rushed on, which I dont mind. You dont understand how important privacy is until there are two people in your head. He smiled.
So, everything is new to me. Even when I was running the body, it was during stress or danger, and it was a shadow of this. Muted colors, fuzzy outlines
like being half-asleep. He was turning his hands over, engrossed in the way they worked, the miracle of flesh and feeling.
Now Bubbles had some idea, but it still seemed so strange. The twins were almost 26 years old, and this man acted as though he was just born. She had another question, and hesitated to ask it, but Angela would have wanted straight, simple fact.
If you and Gal dont get along, how could Angela ever live with her? I mean, she leaned forward, emphasizing with her hands, youre married to her!
Cliff laughed, his deep bark startling a couple at the next table. Angela is married to Gal, and that makes her happy. He looked around at the open plaza, their table being furthest from the Café, under a green umbrella. The smells, the breeze, the cool day all somehow better than he remembered. Whatever makes Angela happy, Ill do. I have lived my whole life with that goal, and if she is content now, then I could die and be satisfied.
Bubbles, I have to apologize, his face turned serious and their eyes met, I havent always been friendly or even decent. Angie is sometimes too trusting, too eager to be kind. She doesnt realize that sometimes, anger gets you through, so thats what I did.
Yah, you have been an a** at times, she said back, smiling when she said it. But, you know what? Her eyes sparkled with electricity for a moment until he asked.
Ive had a crush on you for a while, he blushed crimson, and she realized that was also because this was probably the first time hed had a mans body. Youve been in a womans body for that long? She said it before she thought.
Yeah, he was three shades more red, Is it obvious?
No, I meant, she giggled, its just weird to think that youre a guy. Ive known Sibling for a long time, and now youre a guy, and well
She could tell he was confused as well.
Gonna need a crash course, the waiter had come over with the bill, which had grown by several decimal places over the last two hours. Cliff made no move to take it when the almost invisible staff laid it near his cup.
Bubbles raised her eyebrows, and then realized he didnt catch the meaning.
Well, first, a man always pays for a ladys meal and drinks. She pushed the leather holder towards him with one manicured hand. He grinned and pulled out Siblings leather wallet, a very feminine wallet. She suppressed a giggle,
Second, we still need to get you some mans accessories, he noticed her glance at the pocketbook.
This isnt as easy as I thought it would be. The electronic device in the bill holder debited Siblings Influence card automatically, their fingerprints still being the same. He replaced the card and hid the pocketbook back in the knapsack where his other items were. Bubbles was carrying the purchases, at least until they got to Icon and she could have them sent to her apartment by the Concierge. Privileges of being on the top 10 list.
I have to use the restroom, then we can go? He stood, shouldering the bag.
Sure, me too. Ill meet you across the street at Icon.
They both walked back into the Café, making their way through the crowded interior to the back. Bubbles was following Cliff, and her attention wandered until he opened the door and took a step inside.
Uh, Cliff, I dont think
Look Bubbles, I know I may be new to this, but I think I can handle that much on my own. He shook his head and walked straight into a woman, who then proceeded to scream and landed a good shot with her purse.
Hey! Whats that? Understanding crossed his face the same time Bubbles made an apology to the woman and turned to him.
I was trying to tell you, this is the LADIES Room! She was pushing him toward the door as he hid his face.
Force of habit, sorry! He hurried across the short hall into the Mens Room, then stopped. It had been a long time.
It has been two weeks since the date between Shock Bubble and Cliff, and life is returning to the daily insanity that defines a hero. With the experience, Sibling feels that being male once a week is enough to maintain the balance, and so the twins return to The Island every seven days to undergo their change. In the mean-time, they go on as before, living in the loft with Gal and patrolling the streets with other heroes, then being a part time freelance reporter for The Paragon Times as a job (Cliff Barstoe). Some things are still uncomfortable or being worked out, but overall the cast is coming to terms with it.
For now, Gal is finally getting all the equipment installed in the restaurant, the approvals and the licenses from the city. Gal long ago lost patience with the process and the various bureaucrats involved, and has enlisted the help of a friend more patient to handle the paperwork, Envie. We pick up on The Island, where Narshawn sits in her superiors cottage, being called earlier for a meeting. Formalities are a necessary part of life for Sisters, and business is not discussed until after the meal, a matter of protocol.
How goes the training? Lady Gemini asked her apprentice from the small kitchen, just a few steps from the dining table where Narshawn sat. None of the Sisters, not even Morgaine, had anything approaching luxury in their homes or possessions. Part of their faith was a life of simple pleasures, shunning outrageous displays of wealth or opulence. This was a simple cottage, three rooms, clean like a surgery but reflecting the style of the Lady in residence.
Narshawn sipped from a very fine, very old bone china cup. She had been in the cottage many times, Lady Gemini was her sponsor and mentor, and they had been partners for several years. Now, Narshawn was being given her own pupil and Gemini would become another adepts mentor.
I try hard, but she is SO stubborn! She will not perform her duties unless I am constantly on her, and she still has this I am royalty attitude! She placed the cup back on the matching saucer, a set well over two hundred years old, reserved for Geminis most favored guests. How I was chosen for this Initiate
she paused, realizing who would have given the recommendation.
That would have been me, Gemini laughed as she returned to the table, carrying a small dish of sweet crackers. They were Narshawns favorite cookie, a specialty one of the Sisters baked.
Nar, they both used combat names when alone, tightly related by their times on the streets, The Lady asked all the mentors what we would do with her. It was not an open meeting, but I can tell you more than I should. She was royalty, but we usually dont accept apprentices of her age, she sat down and pushed the plate towards her young guest, Narshawn took one cookie and nibbled. She has special dispensation from The Lady, but it will get her no special treatment for being an apprentice, that was very clearly stated. Gemini pushed the plate a little more, knowing that Narshawn would eat all of the cookies, and willing to indulge her. They were made with a witch hazel extract, and the Sister had tripled the amount when told who they were for. Narshawns frozen anatomy could handle such toxic amounts, and the extract was good for her skin.
I knew you could handle her, truth be told, and that she would ruin most of the other Adepts. Oh, like you didnt think you deserved praise? Gemini pointed to the now sheepish girl. Even your encounter with Sibling weighed well with the Council!
The Ice Blasters eyes widened, she had been certain after that accident she would be demoted to initiate again. Some of the other Adepts had heard and good-natured stories of her Meeting a Man in the Woods had gone around the groups. She had been mortified when Lady Gemini had mentioned it before, now it was just embarrassing.
Seriously, the way you handled that meeting with Sibling, it impressed several of the Ladies. When I volunteered your name to be Gypsys mentor, it was obvious that the meeting was only an excuse, everyone there had already agreed. She paused and refilled both teacups, her favorite brew, made with mint and orange zest. The cookies were exclusively for her friend, acquired just for the frozen woman.
Narshawn used the filled cup and cookies to hide her surprise, giving her another matter to pay attention to besides the praise her mentor was giving. They had worked together, fought beside one another and probably acted less like a mentor/apprentice than some others were comfortable with, but were a good fit. Lady Gemini had a very small ego, took little credit for her accomplishments and basically was invisible in a crowd. Narshawn had grown to understand her mentor, being able to compliment her strengths, and Gemini supported her the same way.
Narshawn had come to the island much the same way D had, brought from another world by The Lady at a time of great crisis. Her world was ice and stone, two races with a ritual hatred for each other, and she had been born of one from each race. Her pain had been that she was born as an ice-maid in a stone village, so the violation was obvious and she had been driven out. She would have perished if Morgaine had not rescued her and placed her in the care of Almira, nine years ago. Her race aged faster than humans, so she was equivalent to mid-twenties women, but had only celebrated her tenth birthday.
Lady Gemini had been her mentor since she could walk, taking delight in seeing the girl grow and mature. She smiled now, knowing that her child was everything she could hope for, good and decent, the sort of daughter any parent would love. Gemini spoke little of her own past, but had confided as much to this woman as to anyone. Everyone on the Island knew she was quiet, earnest and very wicked with her katana, handed down through her family for 21 generations. She had taught Narshawn many things, from swordcraft to proper Japanese Tea Service, and was sought out for her knowledge of ceremony relating to the Sisterhood.
The pair, as close to mother/daughter as possible for two different races, stared across the small space, a feeling of expectation hanging in the air. They knew that this would be the last time this special relationship would be, now the daughter was striking out on her own, coming into her maturity. Gemini was not wistful, but excited for her charge, remembering what it had been like when this had happened to her. Narshawn was nervous and frightened, being responsible for another person, she felt overwhelmed.
Daughter, the silence had stretched, you will do fine. A smile covered the womans fine features. You will teach her, and she will learn. The door to my home is always open to you, and you know that I will always be your friend. Every Adept comes to this point, and I know you will succeed, she laughed, I trained you!
The two passed the next hour in small talk, some final words as partners. When Narshawn left, as the sun passed below the forest tops, she stepped into the role of mentor and out of the apprentice. The walk back to her communal home, shared with three other Adepts, did not register with her, mind on what was to come.
To train her apprentice, she shook her head at that task, they would travel to the City and begin working there like Sibling and D did. Gypsy would become what Gal and Bubbles were to their mentors, taking care of the minor tasks, learning how to survive in combat with other heroes depending on you. AND relying on Narshawn to provide shelter and sustenance, that was daunting.
Far across Paragon City, in a Kings Row loft, Siblings phone blared out the ring for her contact in Talos. A short conversation later, the twins grabbed a heavy Kevlast jacket and checked their carry bag for Inspirations, heading out to Independence Port. The word was that the Wheel of Destruction had been stolen from the MAGI vaults and several Tsoo groups were suspected. Usually they would handle the mission alone, but the information that came with the mission lead them to make a few calls of their own.
Envie, its Sibling, Angelas accent was hard to mistake, we need a little back-up with a mission. Would you have time? The young scrapper on the other end of the cellular connection was bright, as always. Great, well meet you at this address
Two blocks away, Gal already knew what was going on, her mental link with the twins sharper now than ever before. Since Cliff had first gone out, her connection with Angela had increased immensely, and she was even grateful to the male twin. They had their agreement, Cliff was free to do as he wished with his time, and he left Angela time to recover. Gal had spent some time with him, and he was far more friendly now than ever before.
The creak of the steel security door brought her attention away from the grill she was installing. Covered in gritty, gray pipe-dope (a sealer used in natural gas work) and grease, she stepped to the kitchen door and pushed it open.
Hello? No sneakin around, place isnt open yet! The deep voice boomed out across a vacant dining area, still devoid of even chairs or tables as yet. She was waiting until all the heavy equipment was in before she worried about the fancy fixtures, they were in storage for now.
Im not sneaking, I called a while ago about the ad in the Times. Gal caught sight of a woman across the room, coming her way. Remember? The security and safety ad? Her sneakers left clear marks in the dust Gal had not bothered to clean up yet, a clear line across the wooden floor.
Oh, yeah, Gal wiped her hands on an oversized towel, walking into the room. I forgot we had an appointment, sorry. Still working on gettin the place ready to open. She looked at one dirty hand, even her dark skin showing the grease, but didnt have a chance to pull it back before the shorter woman grabbed it in a shake.
Glad to meet you, the name is Vegas. Dark Vegas.
Gal O War, the tanker smiled broadly, this was the sort of employee she would like. The shorter, for Gal much shorter, woman stood somewhere about 6 feet and was built like a linebacker. A female linebacker for sure, not afraid to make herself look like a woman, but broad and muscled, straining a T-shirt. No pretense, she looked ready to work.
If you need a hand, Im pretty good with mechanical stuff, she was looking far up into Gals eyes, giving a stiff grip.
Gal smiled again, this was going to work out better than she hoped.
So, according to your resume, youve done this sort of thing before? Gal had managed to find two chairs that had all their legs, and cleared off a counter enough to spread out the young womans paperwork. The response to her advertisement had been a surprise, it had barely been entered in The Times. She hadnt planned to start interviews for a few days, but this woman had been interested and asked if today was soon enough.
Yes, Ive been doing security for years. Have all my certs and carry a security clearance through the Paragon SWAT, she didnt mention that it was under another name, trying to stay under the radar of some people. Theres a couple letters of recommendation in there, she hurried to add, from out of state. But I like to make my impression in person, anyone can get a nice letter.
Gal looked up from the papers, holding them in one hand and leaning back in a posture of ease. The chair was creaking on two legs, her size barely supported and threatening to break the shabby thing. The way the woman, Dark Vegas she called herself, had answered caused something in Gal to prickle, some sort of intuition, and she listened to her intuition. The tiara concealed in her hair grew warm.
Dyou mind if I make a couple calls on this? She waved the sheaf of paper, Vegas coverletter and several certification documents. Not that I dont trust you, but this is Paragon City, after all. She feigned disinterest, really paying close attention to the womans response. The quick shift of the others brown eyes, a fleeting expression, answered better than her words.
No, no problem at all. Some of the phone numbers might be a little old, though
Gal stiffened, quickly putting the chair back on the ground, Vegas inconspicuously moved her feet to a position she could rise from quickly. Gal put the paperwork on the counter, smiling at Vegas, putting aside the mental message.
Id like you to meet a couple friends of mine, Gal stood, indicating that Vegas should do the same. Youll find that in this town, you either make friends
or you dont last long. She let that hang while she walked to the main door, keeping the new woman in the corner of one eye. Her reluctance to be completely honest kept Gals instincts humming.
She was still a few steps from the door when the knock came, three strong raps that echoed. Vegas had stayed by her chair, balancing just on the balls of her feet, old habit from her childhood, trained in by her grandfather. This was not her home, not a place she felt completely comfortable, and you never knew what could pop up.
She could see Gals back, her size blocking the door from view, but the tanker was speaking to someone outside. The huge black woman stepped to one side, allowing two others to enter, and now Vegas was certain Gal was not a simple bar owner, unless she routinely had visits from metas. Neither of the newcomers could pass for simple citizens.
Narshawn stepped into the empty foyer first, frosty footprints and a cold mist following her in. The deep blue, almost green outfit she wore constantly cracking and reforming with ice while she walked. Vegas immediately noticed that the short womans features were faceted, she looked carved from ice, no soft edges. Even her long hair failed to sway or move with her stride, it looked chiseled by some instrument.
The woman who followed was almost the opposite, but seemed to have an air about her similar to the ice-womans frost. Looking directly at her, Vegas could see nothing strange, other than the webbed mask and deep red clothing marked by gold and black runes. Looking aside, there seemed to be a black cloud surrounding her, but only out of the corner of her eye. Her senses were on full alert, this second woman had an aura like darkness, even across the room it was palpable.
Gal turned back to the room, closing the door. Narshawn and Gypsy stopped just inside, the small ice-woman looking intently into the tall tankers eyes. Something passed between them, but Vegas was too far to notice, though she saw a quick motion of Nars head.
Vegas, Dark Vegas, this is Narshawn, she indicated the short woman covered in frost as they walked to where Vegas was still standing, Shes an old friend. And this is Gypsys Queen, she indicated the taller, dark woman. That one stopped immediately and bowed to Gal, a shallow bow, but Narshawn felt some appreciation that those lessons were remembered.
Vegas extended a hand to Narshawn, unsure whether the woman was really frozen or if it was some effect. The much shorter woman stopped a few steps away and a smile exposed teeth like small icicles, an arm extending to grasp her own.
Several events happened within a split second, too fast for Vegas to think, only time to react. A flash of light wrapped the masked Gypsy, she disappeared with a gasp of shock that indicated it was not her doing. The frosted hand that was moving to Vegas own was suddenly filled with a frozen blade, slicing across the span between them and glinting sharply in the light. Years of martial arts training saved her exposed neck, the blade coming close enough to leave a chill, and she rolled back onto the counter. She never lost the movement, fluidly catching the edge and using the mass of her legs for momentum.
One hand hooked her chair, swinging it up to where the ice-woman stood, quickly making the defensive move into an offensive one. Vegas was already looking to the area behind the counter, seeing a place to land and maybe launch herself for the door. The chair caught Narshawn under the chin, pitching her backwards to land on the floor. Vegas planted a foot and headed for the stunned sword-maiden, pushing the advantage. Another flash, a moment of disorientation and she felt heavy hands on her shoulders, triggering another of her instincts.
Blows rained faster than Gal could count, striking her firmly in the midriff as she held Vegas at arms reach. The giant tanker had just teleported Vegas, being the best able to reign in the scrapper without too much damage. As the last of the flurry stopped, she physically picked the woman up, still smiling. The stone-like abdominals under the light shirt could shrug off much more potent attacks, but she had felt them.
OK, Vegas, if you could tag Nar, you sure aint some security guard. Vegas found herself held at safe distance, but the womans deep voice sounded pleased. So, tell it to me straight, what are you hiding from?
Naw, wait, you dont need to tell me. You come and meet my girlfriend, see what she has to say, then you might have a job. Gal was pleased, she had a good feeling about this woman, and people who could move like that were always welcome friends.
Gypsy blinked, still slightly disoriented form the TP Gal had given her out of harms way. She would learn to read the signs as Narshawn had, the movements that had indicated to the frozen blaster this confrontation was needed. The small woman was rising, rubbing her pointed chin and smiling herself. She was walking back toward the three, Gal setting her new employee down softly. Narshawn stepped closer, staying outside physical contact range.
I am pleased to meet you, but you would be well not to touch me, she extended one hand, similar to how Gypsy would greet another, frostbite can be painful. Moisture came off her skin in frozen waves, the open palm seeming to smoke
Is this a normal greeting for you? Vegas turned to Gal, raising an eyebrow.
If you intend to work in Paragon, in my place? Gal raised her own eyebrow, Only if you want to stay. She laughed, Vegas was still on guard but felt a little less worried about this group. Apparently, she had found a place her secrets, and powers, would not be oddities.
If you wanna work here, though, Gal was moving through the empty space, casting around for chairs, Youre gonna need to be straight with me. Got enough thieves and trouble on the streets, wont have it in my place. She came from around a small island of planters and pots that held flowers for the entrance, once that was finished. Carrying three chairs, none of them matching, she motioned her Sisters over to where the interview had been going on.
Vegas always tried to be friendly, but some things were not discussed after only a few minutes. Youre kidding, right? I just walked in here an hour ago, and you want me to spill my life story? Come on, you could all be Crey or Nemesis for all I know! She faced the three, shaking her head from side-to-side.
Gal sat in the heaviest chair, which still groaned under her, while Narshawn took a much smaller one. The tall woman in red, Gypsy, stepped behind her mentor and stayed standing, another of the lessons she was learning.
Youre right, I forget that you arent from here, probably dont even know The Sisters. The tanker looked over to Narshawn, acknowledging the Blasters superior rank. Maybe Narshawn can explain.
Vegas, all three of us belong to The Sisterhood, a group that is fairly well known in Paragon. Our Super Group is known as The Ladies of Mystery, and is but a small part of the entire Sisterhood. A constant mist drifted from her mouth, like most would see outside in the winter, just the opposite for the frozen woman. Her breath appeared in warm weather.
Being a Sister requires years of study and work, but it also means you can find safe haven and solace almost anywhere you need it. We arent secretive, but do not advertise either. Gypsys Queen, she turned to include the otherwise silent woman, has just started with her training. Gal has been with the Sisters for some time and I have been in the group since I was a baby
Let me cut you off, not to be rude, she looked at each woman, catching their eyes, but Im not interested in religion. At least not anything different than what I believe in now. I wanted to apply for a job, not get converted.
Gal chuckled, smiling when she realized that must be what this sounded like.
No, you misunderstand, Narshawn went on, I am not trying to recruit you, we dont work that way. I think Gal would want you to know before you worked here anyway, it explains a lot about how Sisters work. We have certain understandings, like a big family.
A really big family, Gal added.
Vegas was always game for a story. Catching one of the remaining chairs with a foot, she straddled the back and sat down, facing the trio. If they were selling, she wasnt buying, but it never hurt to listen, especially when you were new in town.
Anyway, Narshawn started again, if you meet a Sister, you can trust her with your life. We are sworn to uphold the ideals of fairness, decency and life. We do not answer to the City, and have an agreement that allows us to keep our own laws on The Island. We do treat all people fairly, follow a set of rules, always act like part of our family and keep our own council. Trust me, our rules are much more strict than anything Paragon has for laws.
It is a religious group, the ice woman spoke matter-of-factly, being a lecturer and teacher was her skill, but we dont discuss it in detail. Most Sisters are happy to keep it that way. We have a simple creed: Be well, Do good. Some live on The Island, but we all have to make our way for some time in the City, part of our agreement with them. We are from all walks of life, many considered freaks where we come from and some driven from our homes. On the Island, we are all one family, all Sisters.
You mean, no men, Vegas caught the meaning.
No, no men on the island, Gal and Narshawn shared a quick look, a private joke. We, the Sisters, have no issue with men, they just arent allowed into the faith. Like I said, we have women from all walks of life, so it isnt what you think.
I didnt mean to insult you, Vegas wasnt embarrassed, just straightforward.
You didnt, most dont understand and dont ask, we accept that. What most do understand, at least here in Paragon City and the region, is that if a Sister backs you up, you can have no better support. Everything we have is yours, we wont leave you or stand by while someone is hurt. If a Sister or friend of one calls, there is instant help, no matter where or when. That started with the Rikti Invasion, and our agreement came with the city because of it.
The Rikti, they pretty much decimated the city. Didnt see them in Nevada, but the newsfeeds carried everything. This was something she could talk about, even halfway across the country, everyone knew about that.
Yes, they cut through most of the city. The Sisters had leased The Island from the City for decades, but when the Rikti came, who was who didnt matter. If all the heroes hadnt joined together, she had been an infant, but knew the sight of the massive ships overhead, history would have been different.
The Sisters were able to hold a large beach-head in Talos, kept the troops from landing and taking the tram, we sent many to the hospitals as healers and to hold the buildings. The leader of the Order held our Island, and because of our help, the City granted us sovereign rights there.
Otherwise, we have jobs like Gals restaurant, pay taxes, enjoy personal hobbies and sports. We observe some codes that many would never even notice, and most dont even realize were Sisters unless they ask. The reason Gal wanted it brought up, all this history, is so you know that we wouldnt turn you in for any secrets you have. Unless you are the leader of The Council or a Rikti spy
Vegas could see the joke in her smile.
While the small woman had been speaking, Vegas had been rolling the story around in her mind. She read the newspaper, had picked up some information off the streets in the last week since she arrived, and some of this was rumors. She did read people well, and the tanker struck her as dead-on, straight to the point; this blaster as someone more at home in a library than on the streets, but she had a wicked swing with that ice sword. Overall, as odd as the story sounded, it was just strange enough to be true.
Heh, nothing so glamorous as all that. She did not motion or even glance at the jewel she wore under her shirt, Lets just say that I have a few people to visit while Im in Paragon. That may take a while, and I would like to make an honest living.
Fair enough, Gal stood and offered her hand again. Id like to think we can get to be friends. Theres still my partner to meet, but theyre on a mission right now, that has to wait.
They? Vegas wasnt sure she had heard right.
They. Its an even longer story, but Sibling can explain it better that I could. For now, how about we go down to the deli, Im starved. Ill lock up here, the stove isnt going anywhere.
Vegas paused, Gypsys eyes held hers a moment, something dark and brooding flitted behind the mask. It was almost a recognition, and she thought the black jewel at her throat pulsed, then the feeling was gone. It would have been dismissed if the black haired woman hadnt winked, giving a small nod. Even Narshawn didnt notice, it was shared only between Vegas and Gypsy.
So, Mistress, what brings you to the City? Gal was absently eating from a newspaper funnel of English-Style Chips, one of her favorite indulgences. The paper was already soggy from the grease, but the deli that served them used only Canola oil, so she thought that mitigated their bad qualities. She carried a large bag of sandwiches and snacks in the other hand, what wasnt currently being consumed by the women.
Narshawn dropped a step and came next to Gal, Gypsy staying one step behind her mentor and anticipating the move from the ice-womans glance. Generally, Sisters trained from adolescence, learning from one main mentor and being exposed to others for various skills. Gypsy was a special case, already much older than Narshawn, but learning quickly the skills that made Sisters such sought after heroes. Being able to anticipate your teams needs, compliment others skills and be deadly alone was the goal of a well-balanced member of The Order.
Gal, youve known me since I started walking, you can drop the Mistress. She held up one hand, On the Island, in front of Lady Gemini, it might be different. She motioned to Gypsy, She has to follow the Code until her first Step is passed
Excuse me, Dark Vegas had been trying to follow along, drinking her iced tea and enjoying a tasty Reuben from the deli, are you two using code because Im here?
Gal dropped her handful of chips back into the paper, Ah crud, sorry. Forget you dont know how it is. Im being rude. She blushed.
Sisters have to apprentice, she began explaining as they came within view of the Restaurant, Gypsy is a novice, and is very early in her training. Narshawn is her mentor, like you hadnt figured that out, but it means that Gypsy is not allowed to speak or do many things on her own unless Nar says to.
What!? Vegas came to a complete stop only a few steps from the doors, an incredulous look on her face.
It might seem very extreme, Narshawn turned back to face the scrapper, Gypsy swinging in an arc to stay always at her back, like she was connected by a rope. But for Sisters, discipline now means that all the rest is easier. Its also a two-way street. She made a small movement with one hand, Gypsy stepped up even with the ice blaster. Gal kept it from her face, but was amazed at the amount of change since their first meeting barely a month ago.
While Gypsys Queen is my apprentice, she must study many different skills, not the least of which is combat within a team, part of the whole. She is already a very effective fighter alone, this brought a short bow from the taller woman, in appreciation of the compliment, but we train to be part of a team, well-fitted parts of a larger whole. I apprenticed for seven years to my mentor before I became Gypsys mentor, and Gal can tell you we all go through the same process. Until a Sister can understand all the reasons for a decision, they do not question their mentor
Within reason, Gal carefully added, still aware that Narshawn was superior in the Order, no matter her comment.
Yes, within reason, she amended. Can we go inside, maybe explain a little more away from the streets? Gal opened the locks, holding the door for them all. Once inside, and after Gal had dogged the door again, Narshawn continued while they ate, using whatever flat surfaces they could find.
The Order has a great deal of history, but discipline has always been a founding principle. A Sister does not follow blindly, that would be foolish, but there are many things not obvious at the start of training. That means that a novice can disagree with any Sister, and be heard, but observation is the best teaching method. So, a Sister with some years of experience, after passing many tests, is given an apprentice to train in the real world. The Island is good for teaching some things, but nothing replaces the City for worst case scenarios and what-can-go-wrong-will.
Gal nodded, unwrapping a corned-beef and cheddar hoagie. Gypsy was busy with a bowl of soup and very dense pumpernickel roll, Vegas had a second ham and cheese while she listened. Narshawn was a teacher by trade, and conversations like these became more like lessons, but she was not boring.
The junior partner learns her skills from the senior, novice to mentor. The novice performs daily tasks, things like laundry, cooking, cleaning. You have to remember, the Sisters start training most of the novices in their early teens, being mother and tutor.
So, you basically get yourself a housekeeper and serf? Vegas was casting a baleful eye at Narshawn, quickly changing to Gypsy and back again. Her sandwich half-eaten and almost forgotten.
That would be wrong, and likely what most would think. Narshawn smirked, an especially disturbing sight as needle-sharp teeth winked through her frozen lips. While the junior partner has to provide some menial tasks, the senior is required to provide all the financial support and provide all other living requirements. That means that any need Gypsy has while my partner, I must provide or face measures from the Order. The Sisterhood provides no financial support to those with apprentices, the senior has to work and somehow give shelter, food, clothing, equipment and everything else to their junior.
See, its a very real test for the senior as well. Once a Sister can prove she is able to handle combat and daily tasks like ironing, her next lesson is caring for others. That usually lasts many times longer than the apprenticeship, and there is much more to learn and understand. I studied for seven years to be at this point, Gypsy and I have been together only a month, she is my first student. Narshawn looked to Gal, Vegas had finished her sandwich and was considering how much responsibility this arrangement required.
Gal was getting out of her chair, a smile on her face that Vegas could not understand. She watched the tank walk back over to the door, tossing the greasy newspaper from her lunch into a trashcan already brimming with construction debris. The ice-woman leaned back in her chair, apparently waiting for something, but keeping eyes on Gal. Opening the door, she bent and embraced a much smaller woman, lifting the newcomer in an affectionate hug.
This is Gals partner, Sibling. Narshawn spoke lightly, loud enough to indicate it was not secret but intended for Vegas only. The tiny woman rose from her seat, Gypsy coming to her feet at the same time and assuming a rigid posture. The senior partner of the two noticed, and gave a curt nod in approval.
The black tanker and lighter-skinned Sibling crossed the room with a few words, too quiet for Vegas to hear, but eliciting a deep laugh from Gal. Vegas stood, naturally assuming a relaxed posture, weight on her toes.
Dark Vegas, Gal introduced, meet my senior partner, Sibling. Love, this s Dark Vegas. Sibling bowed at the waist as Vegas extended a hand, and stood for a moment, somewhat embarrassed and unsure what to do.
Pardon us, Vegas, Siblings unaccented voice somehow surprised her. We do not touch others. Mind Controller, it is usually uncomfortable for both you and us. No offense meant. Narshawn and Gypsy exchanged a glance, Sisters did not, as a rule, bow to anyone outside the Order. Narshawn knew it was Siblings custom, but it was still surprising.
We are just back from the Port, please excuse our untidy dress. There was nothing wrong with her black tights or head-dress that Vegas could see. Gal asked us to come, perhaps chat for a while. She looked away from Vegas, then politely Excuse us.
Mistress Narshawn, Lady Gemini and Lady Almira sent word this morning, The ice blaster bowed, placing a hand to her forehead as Sibling stepped to her. Gypsy bowed even lower, keeping her eyes averted as Narshawn rose. Congratulations.
Thank you, Lady. Narshawn began to bow again, but was stopped as Sibling waved a hand.
Sibling, you know we go by Sibling even on the Island. Narshawn, be at ease. The controller stood, a smile crossing her face. Narshawn was easily a foot shorter than Sibling, and she was much shorter than Vegas. The way the frosted woman treated Sibling was something close to awe, her eyes showed it.
Will you introduce us to your apprentice? Sibling stepped back to make the height difference less apparent, Narshawns neck didnt need to crane so far.
Indeed, Lady. She stepped aside, Lady Sibling, this is my daughter, Gypsys Queen, Novice of the Sisterhood. Gypsy bowed again, palm to forehead and stayed low. All the bowing felt odd to Vegas, but there were obvious protocols.
Well done Gypsys Queen, we see that you have learned many things since we last saw you. Please, stand and attend your Mistress.
Gal came close to Vegas, who was watching with some interest this court behavior. Basically, Sibling is senior in the room, very senior in the Order as well. Gypsy is about as new as you will ever see, Narshawn is my senior in the Order, but Sibling is my partner. Really complicated, and in the Circle, youd need a program ta figure it out. She kept her voice low as Narshawn and Sibling spoke together, Gypsy answering questions when asked. Weve all fought together, except Gypsy, but we know her from before, so theres a lot less formality. Put it this way, the stuff hits the fan, everyone knows what to do, but Sibling will be callin the shots and nothin gets to her but through me.
Narshawn and Gypsy, theyre partners too, but you and Sibling seem, she tried to come up with a word, closer
Yeah, weve been together for years, but were also more than fightin partners. Were married, Gal was blunt, like Vegas, not many Sisters are like that, but I love her. There was still some confusion in Vegas eyes.
Sibling has a really involved history, but they call themselves we. Two people in that body, Vegas jaw dropped slightly, but that you can ask them about that.
The two groups had moved together, the discussion between Sibling and Narshawn completed. The frozen smile told Gal that all was well, Gypsy apparently having done well in the impromptu test and Narshawn rightly being proud. Sibling stood beside Gal, comfortable with holding her hand, though to Vegas it struck her as odd that two so very different women would be fast friends.
What were your plans for dinner, Vegas? Gal shared a thought with her companion, and the mind controller followed it, knowing the answer before it was politely asked.
Oh, ah, probably cold pizza and a decent beer. Its the welterweight boxing finals for the US Olympics team on cable. Blank stares from three faces met her statement, none of the others even owned a television, and traveling rations were two steps above cold pizza. Sibling had expected that answer or the twins expression would have been the same.
Hell with that! You can watch all the boxing you like, but if youre gonna work in my place, therell be no more cold pizza. Gal was actually upset, Sibling patted her arm. Unless you want to keep lookin for work, youll come over to our place tonight and have a home-cooked meal. Sibling caught the quickly covered smile from Gypsy, Narshawn snickered.
You too! Go laughing at some poor girl, gotta eat cold pizza alone. I know Narshawn cant cook, there was laughter in her voice, but she raged on for effect, and Ill send word to the Island if you all aint at our place in an hour. The squeeze on her arm meant Sibling agreed.
Cold Pizza! Gotta get my stuff, she headed into the kitchen area, away from the group, still shaking her head. Mumbled words floated back, Petes sake and ashamed.
We suppose that means everyone should be at the loft before five. Nar, you know the way but youre welcome to come now if you like. Vegas, do you have time to get home and back? The loft is only a few blocks from here. Sibling pulled out a card with the address, handing it over as Vegas was careful not to touch her.
Sure, and um, shes not really mad is she? She looked over her shoulder to the kitchen where tools were clanging.
No, you must have impressed her. She doesnt get like that except around friends.
It had been a hard two weeks, everything from having the interior walls painted and paneling installed to getting approvals from the city. If it hadnt been for her friends and their friends, the place would still be a shambles. As it was, Gal actually expected to open the Restaurant and the Bar tomorrow morning for lunch, and she thanked The Goddess for that.
Turning slowly, she surveyed the scene with more than a little pleasure. From the deep tones of the ancient wood floor, salvaged from two grain warehouses across town and proclaimed to be over 200 years old by one of the Ladies to the futuristic but appropriate stainless fixture lighting at each booth, the place was perfect. The tables were specially made, literally grown from the earth below the floor by a very eccentric Sister, matching the way the bar also seemed to flow into the boards. The Sister who could work such magick rarely left The Island, but a word from Almira about the place and she would have it no other way. The care and love that so many had poured into the work humbled the African woman, she sniffled and used a bar towel to dry her eyes.
Intricate designs in the glass behind the drink wall, lit by lanterns she still didnt understand, seemed to weave on their own. The dark green leather upholstery, diamond tucked and copper-nailed into oversized seats that could hold heroes even larger than she; even the smoking section that was sealed to the fumes by a liberated force-field generator from the Raiders. She had seen that it could pull the odor off your clothes, but people and voices passed through with no problem.
Tomorrow morning, she thought, shaking her head. And Sibling already has the entire restaurant booked for her reception from the University. That troubled her a little, charity being anathema to any Sister, but it was her partner, and she would have been offended if the reception was elsewhere. She understood why it was going to be here, and had the coolers stocked with food fit for The Lady herself.
The swinging doors to the kitchen opened, Dark Vegas stepping through. The shorter, but no less imposing, woman was drinking from a huge mug of coffee bearing the emblem of two dice, ones up. Gal smiled at the young woman, hair getting away from her pins and obviously reveling in being physically active. Two weeks and this woman had become a steadfast friend.
Have the ovens ready, she stepped lightly around the placed furniture, that last Viking was a stone mother to get adjusted. Let me know who sold you that thing, Ill visit him one night when he turns off the light. She smiled a familiar smile, making Gal grin all the wider. This woman could have been Gals sister, physical differences notwithstanding.
Nah, Im gonna send him a batch of cookies, southern style. The look told Gal the joke was lost. Means cooked with Scotch Bonnet pepper oil!
They both laughed at that, Vegas pulling up a chair and sitting astride the back as usual. Gal plunked into a heavy leather one, glad to be off her feet. She was content, only Sibling being off on that Freakshow mission caused her to be incomplete. It had been almost two days since the twins left, and regular calls told Gal that the mission had taken them all over, from Kings Row to Terror Volta.
Whats up Gal? Vegas caught the shadow on her friends face.
Jus worried about Sib, hate not bein with them. She shook her head, making a dismissive gesture. Gets cold, ya know. She winked, the relationship was well known, and Vegas had seen stranger.
Yeah, havent found a decent guy yet. Been looking though. It was her turn to wink.
Well, D and Gypsy will be here soon. I think Nar has classes until later, the giant tanker stood, brushing off the dust from her work-skirt. Promised em somethin ta eat tonight, get the grills and pans ready for the feast tomorrow. That cast iron needs a while to heat, so grab some of the steaks from the cooler, well test em out. It seemed that tankers and scrappers were always hungry. Gal could cook like few people Vegas had met, and handled the pots bare handed, a bonus of being stone-skinned.
Oh, Gal caught Vegas as she walked into the main kitchen, I had some of that Dos Equis delivered if you care. It was Vegas favorite beer, but hard to get around the East Coast. Gal kept going to her display kitchen, built where everyone could see her in her cooking glory on a small pedestal.
Two eight burner Wolf ranges, two grills and a salamander, one of the largest hanging pot racks the professional supply could order and open shelving for bowls and implements. It was sight to behold, and Gal could not help but gaze in admiration, only for a moment before the burners roared and cast iron settled onto the fires.
It was great day to be alive.
It was slow, getting the name and location of the restaurant out. After the initial surge, mostly due to Sibling and the reception from Paragon University, business was decent, but many tables were still empty. Almost a week after opening, Gal would expect the place to be half full, which was about right. She was covering the bills, but seriously wanted things to pick up and show she could do this.
The mysterious owner of the building had inquired, through the lawyers, three times. It apparently galled Mr. Leskie, the main contact, that the owner was so forgiving of slow starts. Every time he called, his voice was delighted to hear things were slow and disappointed to say the owner was very satisfied with the progress. Some people wanted others to fail, and the aged barrister seemed to be one of them. The only actual word from the owner had been a huge shipment of flowers to decorate the opening with and a card with Do well Sister, printed on the card. That she had pressed between sheets of glass and hung behind her display grill, where only the cook could see it.
Last night had shown promise, word was getting around that good food was to be had at Ladies. Several heroes had stopped in, but the main part of the business was civilians and city workers, two security chiefs had come in late and asked about having two tables permanently reserved for police officers and SWAT members. They wanted a safe place for their men, and women, to unwind or have tactical discussions. That sounded promising, and she had sent flyers to all the precincts that the restaurant would offer free coffee and non-alcoholic drinks to any public safety personnel, along with a discount on meals.
Lt. Wincott had been very interested in the anti-eavesdropping system she had installed. That was another benefit of being with Sibling, their friend Mr. Fixit, had plenty of tech knowledge and designed the system. With white noise generators at every table and two spread spectrum jammers upstairs, no device could record inside and nothing could be transmitted from inside. The old windows had gone out for isolated pane units, preventing laser, or bounce, mics from picking up conversations. He was thorough.
She was also pleased with the staff, overall, but they would take some time to get efficient. Dark Vegas was both security and Head of Staff, her organizational skills made handling the rest easy. She had schedules out early, found some excellent wait staff, kept everyone honest and was good to talk to. It was a lot of work, Gal realized and had expected, but having good people around you made it workable.
It was finally Tuesday, the one day the bar and restaurant were closed. The staff thought it was odd, but didnt argue about having a day during the week off. She should take off, but owning the place meant almost every day was for work. Between that and some minor heroing, she had little time to do anything else. D had been after her to stop by the Spa, saying she was getting frazzled. Only 24 hours in a day, she thought.
Mentally going over the menu, she marked a list to order fresh vegetables against stock. The cooler door was ajar, it was her habit to always block the doors even though there was a handle on the inside. Getting stuck in the fresh or frozen goods locker would mean a lot of damage done before she got out, and replacing the hinges would not be cheap. The sound of a phone ringing drifted from the office, four rings until the machine picked it up. Sibling was on patrol, so she wouldnt risk missing it.
The second ring started as she cleared the door, catching it before it swung into the wall and giving it a good push closed. Third ring before she could get out of the grills double doors, they had hydraulic hinges and wouldnt slam into anything, she was going full tilt now. The machine was going to pick it up, but Gal figured she could catch it before the beep. Her sneakers lost traction rounding the counter so one hand grabbed the edge, using her momentum to vault into the office doorway just as the answering message clicked on.
Hello? Ladies of the Lake, Gal speaking, she got out before drawing a deep breath.
This isnt Sibling, an unfamiliar voice came from the phone.
No, this is Gal O War. Who am I speakin to? Raised in a small Midwestern town, it was still rude not to give your name first, and few knew that Sibling could be found here. Gal pressed the orange button on the phones base labeled Locate, another of Fixits toys, and a moment later the LCD screen showed an address in Independence Port.
I am trying to reach Sibling, the womans voice was adamant, but no more informative. Can you tell me where they are?
Lady, Gal was getting very suspicious and a little angry, I wouldnt tell Statesman where my partner was unless he showed me some ID. Now, who in Hel is this? Gal heard the receiving bell ring, which meant someone was at the docks with a delivery. That shouldnt happen today, unless someone had screwed up the paperwork, but she made her way to the rear of the building, carrying the mobile phone along.
I beg your pardon, much more conciliatory now, this is Laurie Pennington, and I need to speak to Sibling. It is urgent, and I cannot reach their cell.
Gal O War you say? Their partner? We havent met, but they have mentioned you. I cannot talk long, but pass this message: We have a lead on the Warriors and the doctor, the way she said doctor did not rest well with Gal, but the Circle of Thorns is also involved. They need to be careful, someone may have compromised Siblings involvement.
Gal was standing at the rear entrance, looking at a small screen that showed the camera view of the dock. No truck, no person, nothing at the door but the bell rang again. This was becoming like a Hitchcock movie.
Have to go, please pass the word. The line went silent and then a dial tone. Gal was getting a really bad feeling about this and backed up from the door, the tanker didnt worry about many things, unless her intuition buzzed. Her ears were ringing now, bad things were in the air.
Something shadowy moved on the dock, barely picked up by the camera. That was enough, her skin rocked over as teleport flashed, bringing the guest inside. The tattoo on her shoulder tingled in time to avoid stunning Shock Bubble as she appeared. A squeak accompanied her appearance, she was strung tight, much unlike the normally laid back defender.
Girl, what are you doing sneakin around there? You look like youve seen a spook! The normally brightly-colored girl was white like a sheet and her eyes glowed brightly.
Gal, I hurried over here from the apartment, but as soon as I left, a bunch of Thorns jumped me. If it hadnt been for some heroes close by, I would be at Cygnus, but that would have gotten me here sooner. Some woman called a while ago about D, asking where she was and whether I knew how to reach her, I didnt say anything of course, but shes with Sibling and I was worried about them
The Bubble Defender spoke so fast Gal had a hard time keeping up. The part about someone calling, that stuck in her mind.
Bubbles, slow down. She grasped the girls arms, physically interrupting her. She already called here, looking for Sib. Now, what about the Thorns?
Well, they were waiting at the door for me! Ran right past a bunch of other people and started shooting away! She made a flapping motion with her hands, Gal realized she was hurrying to say something. Saw more of them on the way here. If the same lady called you, they could be coming!
They cant get in, the place is too well shielded for that. What they want, thats different. More than that, what do they want with us? Sibling and D were the mentors, they would know better how to handle this. Too many coincidences, missing mentors and ambushes.
Several phone calls later, they knew that D and Sibling were not answering. Bubbles used her address book to get in touch with a contact in Talos, who contacted another in Independence Port. The word came back that several heroes were missing, and both Warriors and CoT had gone quiet. Gal had one more number to try, she dialed and listened, hoping a real voice came on.
Shadows and Stars battered womens shelter, this is Jing, how may I help you? The quietly accented voice was like a lifeboat for the tanker, she had started to worry.
Jing Ching, pronounced Ch-eeeng, was a Lady in the Order. Very used to dealing with trouble and situations like this, she went by the hero name Lady Gemini when not in her secret identity working for the shelter. This Lady walked with a straight back, spoke little and had a very sneaky sense of humor. She let her katana, Winter Blossom, speak for her in battle.
Hello, this is Ladies on the Lake calling to confirm your reservation for dinner tomorrow. It says here that you are having a group of three? There was plenty of code in the statement, another skill Sisters were required to learn. There was no reservation and never would a Sister make a reservation for an odd number of guests. It meant simply: something is wrong, I need advice and my senior is not available.
That is correct, the woman on the other end confirmed, for 5 oclock. She would meet Gal in five minutes, at the restaurant. The phone call ended, Gal filling Bubbles in and getting more about the defenders harrowing flight.
I am concerned, Gemini knew Gal and Bubbles, all Sisters knew each other by sight or certain signals they used, but they were not familiar. The meeting was proper, bowing and silence greeted her words. The younger women paid close attention, something akin to a military briefing. The three levels of Sisters provided a rank structure, and this woman was many levels above, though D or Sibling would have still been senior here.
I have not been able to contact your Ladies, and this is not normal. You know that many Sisters are traveling to, or already in, India for the rescue. I would call Lady Almira, but in her absence, we must find your partners. She looked from one to the other, knowing the reputation of their partners, these two would be well able to handle themselves in combat. They were young, still initiates, but all Ladies had been once.
I have called Narshawn and her daughter, they will arrive soon, she felt better knowing that her previous partner would be there. Everyone had a particular fighting style, and they could feel each other, operate as a single machine. Keeping this entire group together would be taxing. She smiled, it was what every Lady did on occasion.
Gal and Bubbles took the smile as confidence, a small approval. That two more Sisters would be there, things were looking good. A twist of Geminis smile and the corners of her mouth turned down.
We are five, not a good number. Gal had heard that Gemini was slightly superstitious, and saw her rub the barely exposed hilt of the katana on her back.
Six, if I count right. Gal turned at the familiar voice and the jingle of keys from the front door. Lady Gemini was gone, invisible except for the flash of light as she drew Winter Blossom. Narshawn and Gypsys Queen were only a step behind her as Vegas locked the door again.
Mother, all is well, Narshawn spoke softly, walking to the now re-appeared scrapper. They exchanged a hug, Nar concentrating to keep her skin from freezing the other.
I have missed you, daughter. Lady Gemini stepped back, knowing the difficulty Narshawn had with temperature, touched by the act. The tiny ice blaster made a bow and proper genuflection. Gypsy bowed low behind her mentor, showing proper respect for the teacher of her teacher.
Vegas gasped when Gemini sliced across her own left palm, drawing blood, before cleaning the blade and sheathing it. It would be one of many small scars from the practice. The blade did not leave the sheath without blood drawn.
Rise, both of you. Introduce me to your apprentice, then we will go and find out what has happened to Sibling and D. She wadded up a small towel and held it in her hand to stop the bleeding.
The introductions were made, taking a few minutes, and Narshawn also introduced Dark Vegas, flashing a sly smile and rubbing her chin for meaning. It was a story Vegas, Gal and Gypsy shared in, the other two women missing the joke.
Vegas, Gal spoke softly to her when Narshawn had Gypsy aside. This is a senior in the Order. We will follow her, do what she says. You dont have to, you wouldnt understand a lot of what goes on.
Pardon me, Vegas caught Geminis attention. If Gal and Nar are going on this, and it has anything to do with Sib, I want in. Blunt, something the protocol sensitive Gemini winced at. Vegas was not a Sister, and could not be treated like one.
Narshawn indicates you can fight, but you understand we work as a team? Sisters train a very specific way, with a certain rhythm. Her eyes were hard, mouth set in a slight frown; there was a reason students dreaded her weapons class, errors did not meet with her approval.
I can follow Gal, she started to say.
You will follow ME. Gal will get her cues from me, and Narshawn and Gypsy. The woman who had hugged Nar was gone, this was a commander. What side do I draw my katana from? The question sprang from seemingly nowhere.
Right side, Vegas quickly answered.
What side, Narshaw?. She asked again.
Either hand, she summons her blade. Vegas didnt care for this, and let it show in her tone.
Indeed, Gemini was mildly impressed. It was a trick question, one she had answered right.
Stay always on my left, and never step ahead of me, Gemini motioned for everyone to gather what they needed. Gal walked over to her friend, slightly embarrassed that she had had to endure questions, but unable to speak unless Gemini had indicated. Now she drew Vegas aside.
Thats Lady Geminis personality. I wont apologize for her, they gathered up some energy bars and drinks from a cooler under the bar, packing them into journey bags. She usually dont work with anyone outside the Sisters, but shes a wicked fighter.
Thats Okay, I understand. Shes tough, I can get along. She caught Gals arm, asking for attention. Whats with the left and behind stuff?
One thing you should know, going in with Lady Gemini. Shes surgical with her blade, but anything to her right dies and she gets blood rage. When she starts cutting, do not get in front of her.
Nice, Vegas said as the group walked out the door.
I want everyone to stay in the station, Lady Gemini spoke to the small group of women just as the whistle sounded for Independence Port. It will take me two minutes to get to Colin and find out where to search. There are several pockets of Council between here and his office, and we do not want to waste time with street battles. She spared a moment to look directly at Vegas, something between doubt and disappointment in her eyes. Vegas couldnt see her mouth, hidden behind the shimmering half-mask she wore, but imagined there was a sneer.
None of the Sisters said a word, it wasnt necessary. Lady Gemini was unquestioned leader among the group, and what she said was followed. It was the way Sisters trained and fought, but when Gal glanced over, she knew it did not sit well with Vegas. They had known each other only a short while, had been in one or two scuffles, and taking orders given like orders was certainly not her style.
The door to the platform was hardly open when Gemini dashed out, super speed at full and then she was gone. The women moved quickly to the main lobby, Narshawn and Gypsy keeping their own counsel, some instructions being passed between mentor and apprentice. Gal drew Vegas off to the side, next to a row of seats for waiting passengers, and spoke quietly to her.
Vegas, dont be angry at Lady Gemini, shes always short on words. Vegas looked aside at the tanker, her posture saying what her mouth did not. I know it may be hard for you, but shes one of the best at getting in and getting out with everyone. The rest of us have it drilled into our heads, years of this sorta thing. Nar and Gypsy will keep up with her cues, the way Lady Gemini moves and subtle signals, theyll know what to do. If you stay close ta me, Ill know what she plans, too, and I can let you know. She winked.
Gal, Dark Vegas looked far up into the tall womans face, not convinced, It isnt that she is the leader, I can handle that. The way she leads, and the way she looks at me, her mouth curled and she made a sound, Id bust her in the chops if you didnt say to trust her.
Gal thought on that for a moment, absently brushing her afro aside to expose the tiara that granted her some of her powers. Vegas recognized it as a worry movement, something she did as she worked through an issue mentally. This whole mission was being run by someone unknown to Vegas, who was a good scrapper on her own, but also by someone Gal owed strong allegiance to. She wanted to show Vegas that she could trust this arrangement.
Vegas, listen, she motioned for her friend to sit, figuring they had a few minutes. I mentioned before how the Sisters gained sovereignty and the Island. Vegas nodded, it had been briefly discussed over dinner at Gal and Siblings loft. Many of the Sisters helped during the Rikti invasion. Lady Morgaine sent everyone that was able to help the City, staying behind to hold the Island alone, cept for a few very young initiates including Narshawn, who was an infant.
Lady Gemini, The Lady sent her with a group of seven other Sisters, Vegas knew that even numbers were important to their faith, a good luck token, as leader of a raid party. One of the Rikti ships crashed some distance into Talos, and it was pouring out troops from several portals. Lady Gemini was supposed to go with her group and shut down the portals. I know this only because it is written in The Book, I was nowhere near a level to be with them. Gal had mentioned The Book before as well, it was where all the history of the Sisters, every important event, was recorded. Guarded like a holy relic, The Book was regarded by the Sisters as who they were, few things were more revered. According to Gal, it was over a thousand years old, and was actually more like a library than a single book.
Lady Gemini led the group to the site, stealth and secrecy. All the healers were being used, so it was three scrappers, a tanker and four blasters. Sibling was still young and was sent to help keep troops out of Atlas Park. Gal was speaking quickly, wanting to get the information out before Gemini returned, trying to get Vegas to understand.
Suffice to say, stealth did little inside the ship, which was huge. They fought to get into the wreck, the shields kept them from porting in or out. The portals for the Riks are near the core of the ship, and Comm Officers control em. Within half an hour, the team was down to three, they had almost no defense against the Mezzers without controllers, so it was Lady Gemini, Lady Herstue, a blaster, and Lady Anvil, a tank. The medical transporters couldnt retrieve the fallen from inside the ship, and there was a long way to go. Lady Gemini doesnt speak about what happened, but The Books account is that she ordered the team to gather the fallen and get them to medical facilities, Lady Anvil doing the carry and Lady Herstue providing cover. Somewhere along the way they were jumped by a bunch of sword-wielders, and got separated. Lady Gemini considered it her failure and fought to reach the others, when she got there, Lady Herstue and Lady Anvil were down.
Something tickled in Vegas neck, it sounded like on of those epics, where the hero is going to fail. She knew something about facing long odds, it was one of her favorite past-times, but only a fool bet on the house to lose. These odds sounded really long, she knew that casinos were very profitable because gamblers always lose more than they win. She noticed that Narshawn and Gypsy had come over to their chairs, Gypsy listening intently.
Lady Gemini was able to contact Lady Almira, let her know the situation, and then refused a superiors order to recall. Not lost communication, not misunderstood, Gal emphasized, She refused to obey, and said so. She cut contact with Lady Almira. The next The Book mentions was when the portals in the ship went down four hours later, all seven portals. Lady Gemini has not entered what happened in The Book, but Sibling said she arrived at Talos Hospital barely alive and reported to Lady Almira.
I can add what she has told me, Narshawns breath misted the air, a small patch of ice around her feet where she was looking, not meeting anyones eyes. This was only one reason she idolized her mentor. She doesnt remember much of what happened, her blood rage. She mentioned that it clouded memories, the mind digressing to survival core, and that it was a martial discipline.
She had carried Lady Herstue, the only Sister she could find quickly. Her clothes were gone in the fighting, she had made a drape from a Rikti Infantry Officer, Vegas at first thought she meant the Officers clothes, but the pause and look in Narshawns eyes said it had been the Officer himself, Vegas felt her stomach rise.
When the city sent in search crews, and the Sisters sent in healers and rescue, it was carnage. Gemini does not speak of it, Narshawn used the familiar address, not realizing and caught up in her own memory of Lady Gemini reciting the story over a low fire one evening. She had been haunted, and turned to her apprentice to lighten the burden.
It is said she had combed the entire ship, there were no whole bodies.
Vegas swore and walked quickly toward the womens room, she heard Gypsy speak in some language that was not English. Gal covered her eyes with one hand, and Narshawn simply looked at the floor, felling somehow less burdened herself.
Narshawn looked up after a moment, being almost level with Gals face when the tanker sat. She reached out one hand, the ice coating it becoming less dense, the temperature barely freezing. Gal looked up at the touch.
Gal, she has nightmares and even Lady Almira cannot relieve them. Tell your friend, when she returns, that Gemini would never harm a friend. She led the search party that recovered the other Sisters.
Oh, dont worry Nar, Vegas was wiping her lips with a damp towel and walking across the terminal, I dont doubt Gemini, I just didnt know she was such a bad [censored].
Indeed, Vegas was the only one to see Gemini appear above the seating section, sitting on a ledge. Her stealth and invisibility faded quickly, leaving the scrapper seated just above Gal, legs dangling close to the tanks head. Narshawn looked up quickly, her cheeks turning a shade of blue.
It is fine, daughter. Perhaps it will help Dark Vegas understand something of how I fight, which can only be good for our team. She landed lightly, hair remaining tightly bundled by twin hairpins, right hand back to grip the hilt of Winter Blossom.
Just remember, all of you, do not get ahead of me, Blossom bites deep. She pulled out her Transit Pass. Colin says we need to go to Perez Park, The Council appears to be behind this. There is a base there with some answers, apparently parts for some machine and information about this Ubelmann.
The arrival of the tram drowned out any further conversation.
Headaches. Not unheard of among Mind Controllers, but one of the least frequent ills Sibling would own to. Scars, bullet wounds, stabbings, fire, dark energies and all the rest, they happened more often than the twins could count, but headaches were one of the worst.
They had paced around the room several times, trying to figure out what had happened. They, D and Sibling, had gotten the tip about this facility from Colin in IP and come to Perez as fast as they could. Nothing to indicate there was anything overly special, just another one of the Councils bases. The information about it having some special electronics equipment and being a sometimes hideout for Ubelmann only reinforced the need to shut it down.
A few minor scuffles, nothing unusual for a underground bunker, and D was soaking up villains with her Phantom Army. One of the many advantages running with D, she could soak damage like a tank and deal it like a good scrapper with Phantom Army. Thats why it was so surprising that things went ugly so fast. Coming around one of the many blind turns in these places, two Equinox Adjutants had hit Sibling with a sleep. That normally wouldnt have been too much, but something new called a Void Stalker had been there. Looked like Cor Leonis was recruiting or building something different that hit really hard.
Next thing they knew, the twins woke up here. It was a military stockade or cell, shielded and apparently with some sort of field that inhibited powers. They had tried the door for some time, and nothing happened. They hadnt seen D either, but the worst part was, somehow the Cor had interfered with the medical recall system, they should have awoken at the hospital.
A faint sound from the rear of the cell caught their attention, something like an old radiator heating up or water falling in a tin pan. They walked closer to a small bundle of pipes, the ringing getting louder, and a pattern started. Morse code, one of those old systems of communicating that many in the day of electronics scoff at. Sibling had quickly searched their pockets on waking, and found that everything had been taken while they slept. They had even taken the winged tiara, but their boot heels would work well enough to tap on the pipes.
A great deal of banging and listening later, it was apparent that D was in a cell nearby, had started the tapping and was also completely unaware what had happened. She said that the Void had been the problem, both Vampires were well under control until the new villain had almost one-shotted her Army, a sleep later and this was where she woke. With no watch or clock, they could only guess at how long had passed. There was no illusion, both knew that escape was a priority, and so they started to plan.
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Sibling and D may have been trapped, but the group Lady Gemini led was making steady progress. After entering the security corridor from Atlas Park to Perez Park, there had been no conversation, everyone knowing that the destination was a bunker somewhere in the maze of forest and streams. Under the best circumstances, the Park was a miserable place to work in, and under time constraints it was worse. Uncounted blind alleys and mobs of various villain groups frustrated heroes, and the time for fighting them all was not now.
Lady Gemini used her stealth to scout, signaling when a path was clear. Sometimes it was simply that there was no danger, other times the group would have to fight through, every tick of the clock being felt. Since the group moved as a whole, and everyone had different ways of traveling, movement was steady but slow.
To her credit, Gemini noted, Dark Vegas stayed silent. The few times she had spared a look at the younger woman, Gemini could read the anger in her eyes. The others all followed, knowing this was the way any Sister would have run the group, slow and steady and keeping everyone alive.
Actually, Dark Vegas was considering options for ridding the world of the accursed Park, and letting her frustrations out on the stray Circle of Thorns or Vahzilok they encountered. Images of fire, chainsaws and the like kept her mind occupied when Gemini was scouting ahead. She typically ran with a small group, or alone where standing around meant you were being lazy. This hide and seek only served to make her more anxious to finally reach the bunker, fight the people that brought this on themselves.
Here. Lady Geminis voice, not heard in several hours, surprised Vegas. They stood in front of an aging wooden door, the entrance to one of thousands of abandoned mines in the Park. Some partially worn numbers were all that marked it, that and a GPS coordinate that Gemini had used to find it.
This is it, the womans katana came silently from its lacquered sheath, which was also a weapon in the scrappers hands. She had not drawn it before, using fists on the minions and weak opponents, but knowing that whatever was here had swallowed two Ladies known for their skills meant going prepared. She placed a hand on the rusted door handle.
We are all going to come out of this, and if D and Sibling are here, they are leaving with us. The job is to get them out, avoid fights if we can. She saw the nod from everyone and gave a grim smile. Shock Bubble, Lady Gemini, Dark Vegas, Gal O' War, Narshawn and Gypsy's Queen quickly filed into the dim tunnel entrance.
It was apparent, at least from Vegas vantage, that the hardest thing about working with Lady Gemini was keeping up. She was one of the most focused fighters Vegas had ever seen. Silent, indicating to the team what she wanted by hand and head signals, and not looking back. A scrapper that lead from the front, for sure, and anyone not moving at a good clip would have been left behind.
Gal had gone from a tanker to another scrapper, with no need for standing in one place too long. Narshawn would root or tag the runners, Vegas and Gemini working at the fringes of the mobs and Gemini carving through the centers. In between mobs, Shock Bubble would up the force fields, and during the fights she would snipe what she could. Narshawn seemed to be enjoying herself, or at least she could smile about it.
They spared little time for mop up or looking into bunkers and rooms. It seemed that Gemini had an idea where she was going, and the team was making a straight line for it. As they moved through the tunnels, well lit and tidy as was typical of the militant Council, fighting rearguard was getting more and more difficult. Vegas and Gypsy were having to keep the enemies that did not fall to Gemini off the others backs.
Vegas looked aside at Narshawn, who was becoming more pale by the second, breathing hard. Another pair of Leonis Sonics had taken an unhealthy interest in the tiny blaster, Vegas stepped back into the teams wake to correct that. In the short time it took to knock them down the team was far up the tunnel, forcing her to run back to stay within helping range and not be cut off.
Your friend seems to be in a hurry, Vegas shouted above the sounds of Crey mini-guns and Zenith Mech Blasters. We need to clean up this backfield before they start cutting us up from behind!
The look from Narshawn was not pleasant, questioning her mentor was obviously not encouraged. She seemed about to make a comment, but glancing over her shoulder she realized it was true. Even her pupil, Gypsy, spared a rare word with a nod and Da. The frozen woman sent a stream of ice through the crowd, coming within a few inches of Gemini, the only signal she could send in the clamor.
Gemini made a wide swipe with her katana, clearing a small space about her as she pivoted. She quickly leapt up, catching one of the steel gantry rails, coming back to ground with Blossom singing through the air. She moved as though choreographed, a dance among the enemy, and easily dropped two more foes as she landed at Narshawns side.
Yes? Her accent could be heard even in the single word, shouting to carry over the noise.
We have troops coming from behind, trying to box us in. Narshawn made a simple statement, not questioning Gemini but giving space for her to make the decision.
There was no time for a leisurely discussion, Gemini cut low with Blossom, glancing at the others faces. She saw they were tired, Gal especially looked battered and was keeping her left arm tight to her body, blood flowing from where several Mechs had gotten a grip. Somewhere she realized that this group had only one member with a clearance above 15, and that was her.
We hold here, clear the room and gain some breathing time, her voice carried to Gal, who started working through the crowd and getting close to the others, Shock Bubble kept a few stragglers off her back, centering force fields over the tank. Keeping all the remaining villains between the group and themselves, several sets of booted feet went unheard, but not unseen, as they dropped from the cavern roof behind them.
Whaampeer! shouted Gypsy, using the ancient mountain word for the undead. The smokey aura around her dropped and was swiftly replaced by Obsidian plates, one of the only protections any of them had against the mind-wrenching a Parasite could give.
Bubbles never had time to turn, stars exploded behind her eyes as one of the hideous undead creatures hit with a Dominate, her bright pink ponytails splashing around her head when she hit the floor. Vegas surged by Lady Gemini, who was tearing open a strong-smelling package and holding the inner-cloth to her mouth, the Discipline-Five trademark prominent. She could see Gals eyes widen, still with her back to the threat, the tank had no defenses against psionics. With little room to maneuver and nowhere in reach to go, the tall woman could only turn and stand over the fallen Bubbles.
Gemini caught Vegas arm, spinning her face-to-face. She had the reeking cloth clamped between her teeth, freeing her hands for the fight, the vapors designed to help keep a heros thoughts clear.
Run! She counted five Vampyr on the ground, and what looked like several more coming up the passage ahead. Take everyone, get OUT! The cloth muffled some of her voice, but the words were clear enough.
Her sword was flashing as she cleared Gal, not looking back and physically impacting the nearest clawed monstrosity as the tanker lifted Bubbles easily. Narshawn was laying down ice, trying to buy them time and space. It was only the discipline of training that Narshawn would run from a battle that Lady Gemini was fighting, but the odds were very bad. The sound of Winter Blossom whistling through the air faded as the small group sprinted down the roughly hewn passage.
We can teleport her to safety once we get there, Gal panted to Narshawn seconds later, the tiny woman was swearing under her breath. Bubbles moaned on Gals shoulder, bouncing with every step.
Ahead is all clear, Gypsys superspeed letting her scout ahead where Narshawn and Vegas abilities were hampered in the close quarters.
Gal carefully placed Bubbles on a raised platform, shoving huge crates and boxes of Council-stamped equipment aside. Now a defender would have been helpful, Gal thinking that if Sibling or Diva had been there, they could have heals at the ready. Of course, she thought, if either had been here, they could have controlled the Vampires and this would all be unnecessary.
Narshawn placed a hand on Gypsys arm, careful not to actually touch her flesh. Bring Lady Gemini here, she asked quietly. The puzzled look that returned did nothing to improve her mood.
I cannot, Gypsys black hair followed the shaking of her head, a look of worry in her sharp face. She is here, I know this, but I cannot reach her.
Shes right, Nar, Gal was concentrating, its like theres a wall between us and her. I know shes still in tha cave, but I cant grab her. It was similar to the effect war walls had on the ability, or at least it felt that way to Gal.
Bubbles was sitting up, holding her head, and Gal bent down to steady her. Narshawn was again senior in the small group, and was far beyond her experience.
Vegas found four pairs of eyes resting on her when the silence stretched long.
I dont lead, holding both hands out and cocking her head. Im new in town, dont play well with others and sure as Hell do not have the balls to lead back into that!
Laughter from the still seated defender drew all eyes, but she quickly grabbed her forehead again, Ha ha, OW! Jeez!
Youd be the only one here with them, which brought a laugh from Gal and a puzzled look from Gypsy. Gallows humor.
This whole situation is going to pieces fast, Narshawn was pacing, now they had three members missing, and those three were far more powerful than what was left. What chance did they have?
So, what do we do now? We dont have time to
The sound of metal harness and heavy boots from behind them brought Bubbles to her feet, still swaying slightly.
Damn mess, a voice carried from the direction of the boot-steps. Looks like someone carried a lawnmower through these guys.
A woman as tall as Gal, well over seven feet, and all over camouflage pouches emerged from the tunnel opposite the small group. She held a huge rifle at a ready-rest position, one sling over her shoulder as the pouches around her belt swung to her relaxed trot. Many heroes were tall or hugely muscled, but not many had the same sulphur-yellow skin.
Hiya, she called in a southwest drawl, you the ones making such a mess outta the Council troops?
Narshawn allowed the ice-sword she held to evaporate, now that she knew the visitor did not wear Council colors. The woman could have been a Marine, scaled up a few sizes, but entirely military issue, from the techno-helmet to the battlefield boots.
I would ask who you are, and what business do you have here? The blaster, almost doll-sized next to this woman, closed the distance slowly, frozen mist wafting around her.
Names Janice, MaDeuce on the Clearance Card, an this is Topper, she held up the weapon with far too many barrels for anything made in a factory. Lookin for a guy named Ubelmann. You?
We are here trying to find friends, but Ubelmann is a name we know. Gypsy had come close behind the small woman, Nar could feel her, standing in a protective posture just in case.
The blaster considered a moment, Perhaps we have a common goal, are you willing to work with us? Another blaster would be invaluable against the likes of the Vampyr, with so little protection except distance and instant damage.
Long as it gets me Ubelmann, or a piece of him, Im in. She made some adjustment in her helmet, looking at each new member in turn through a binocular attached over her sighting eye and keying in their bio-signature. The unseen electronics in her gear would keep them all in communication and out of firing arc, the auto-safeties in Topper preventing friendly injuries.
Vegas stepped forward, not constrained by the same protocols as the Sisters, Glad to have you, my names Dark Vegas
Introductions were quick, planning was basically that the group would let MaDeuce pull villains to the nearest corner, where the rest would set upon them.
MaDeuce checked the bolt in her weapon, then they headed back to the room where Gemini stayed behind.
What are you doing? Narshawn gaped at the huge blaster, MaDeuce, as she rifled through the unconscious Marksmans pouch belt. From her standpoint, this was defiling or worse, and she moved to stop the yellow-tinted woman. Vegas stepped between them, facing the frozen Sister.
I dont know where youre from, lady, MaDeuce didnt look up from her efficient search, but leavin these suckers with their equipment is stupid. Occasionally she would pause to slip ammunition or grenades into her own packs, but the weapons she rendered inert like a professional armorer. Her enormous hands slid receivers, bolts and various metallic parts out, where she gathered them into a pile. She stood and tossed what looked like a smoking soda can on top of the stack, a moment later and the Thermite grenade started turning the parts into a mass of melted metal.
Everyone except Vegas looked on in surprise and wonder, MaDeuce just shrugged. You dont ever leave gear for the enemy to use. Looks like you all have powers that come from you, she looked from one to another, all essentially wearing uniforms and nothing else. Me? Only thing I got going is Topper, she held up the huge weapon slung to her shoulder, and my wits. Hes chambered for almost anything the bad guys carry.
Vegas and Gal, the two most familiar with the outside workings of the world, noticed that the tall woman was meticulous and cautious, the weapon never came anywhere near pointing toward the group, even when the unknowing Gypsy or Narshawn cut in front of her. The way she moved, smoothly keeping the weapon loaded and on target made Vegas think of trained military. Even the way she spoke, quickly and with quirky phrases, was straight out of the movies.
Her camouflaged gear shifted to her satisfaction, she started off again, not sparing much in talk. The others were good at their work, she admitted to herself, they just seemed unfamiliar with the leader, Narshawn. And the way Narshawn, the tiny frozen woman, seemed unwilling to lead put Dark Vegas in a bad position of leading without followers. That the gunner could remedy, so she stopped and turned to the women a few steps back.
Listen, you troops lost your CO and you want to get her back. That means you need to get your butts in gear and haul to the brig, aint much that sits in the cells here for long. I want Ubelmann, need some intel from him and I aim to get it, and orders are to frag anyone in between. Blank stares, she looked into faces that were lost.
Um, whas all that mean? Gals voice was far deeper than the blasters own.
Yeah, I need to find Ubelmann and
.talk, to him. You need to find your leader, the woman you came with. Until then, we are together, but we need to move with a purpose before these guys eat our lunch. She adjusted a lens under the barrels of her rifle without looking, confidently. No mistake, we stay down here long enough, someone will drop us.
You seem to know what to do here, Narshawn was making a decision she knew Gemini would never agree with. The other was not here, and this responsibility did not set well with her. You lead us, we follow.
All eyes were now on MaDeuce, but she was used to that. The official stand was that no woman was allowed in combat troops, but in Desert Storm, The Forces had needed a couple women to infiltrate certain bases. She was commissioned and brought into 5th Group.
Completely covered, in burhka and jalabea, she had been a natural, speaking Arabic and the dialect from her fathers side. Then, she had been barely five and a half feet tall and had olive skin and dark hair. That was before A-10 Warthogs had blown half her village to Hell by accident, rupturing the chemical tanks she was sent to secure. The mixture of depleted Uranium 30mm rounds and toxic gas had wiped her team out, and she had staggered out of the desert two days later like this.
Damn straight, lets go burn some rounds. Ill snipe and keep em at range, Gyp and Vegas get in there, no worry about Topper, I dont hit anything I dont want to. Nar and Gal keep em out of the crowd. She cocked her head, ripped open a pouch on her side and tossed several purple packages around.
Hear Vamps, she whispered. Use those, now.
The woman moved ahead slightly, glancing around a carefully chiseled wall, quickly scanning the catwalks, like a machine. Gypsy was closest, and caught the way the blaster crouched into one leg, bracing herself. The group tensed, almost as one.
MaDeuce rolled out into a small clear area, coming up with her weapon held tightly.
Hey fangbags, meet Mister Brownings favorite daughter! her rifle roared, a steady stream of spent brass bouncing around her knee. The rest of the team quickly joined in, and in short order the undead were twitching on the floor, harmless.
Recognize these mothers? MaDeuce could see a flicker in Narshawns eyes. The woman removed several strands of garlic and zip-tie handcuffs from one of her packs, the plastic could hold Warwolves and the garlic would keep these guys down.
These are the demons that attacked us! Narshawn was excited, aiming a kick at one lolling head.
Ho, ho there girl! MaDeuce deflected the blow with one heavy boot. Thats how they act, not us. You want info, give me a few with him, you take the girls back down the tunnel. She cracked her half-gloved knuckles, a smile not at all friendly creeping across her yellow face.
Narshawn cast a baleful glance at the woman, she was anxious to get to Gemini, and this delay was not welcome. She realized this woman did not back away from challenge, the solid yellow eyes held little expression, but her mouth was set. The stance, the attitude, all reminded her of Gal, and dealing with her meant being honest and open.
I wish to get to Lady Gemini, quickly. There are two others here as well, one named Diva and one named Sibling, they are also with us. The other woman was removing something from a pouch, absently. Whatever you ask, find out about all of them. Ubelmann is yours, we will help once the others are free.
MaDeuce nodded in agreement, the position of her helmet did not shift, fitted properly for her head. This woman was a consummate soldier, down to the laces in her boots being dressed inside for combat. The object appeared to be a small, at least in her huge hands, brass hammer with a removable handle. MaDeuce noticed where the tiny womans eyes rested.
Armorers hammer, for freeing stuck parts and actions. You want to get a little back down the tunnel, theres gonna be some noise. Sibling, Gemini and Diva? You want anything else? Her face was devoid of any expression, her tone one of a doctor giving a patients prognosis to another doctor. The end of the hammer handle was also a small crowbar device, about 2 inches across and tipped with steel.
Vegas, take the crew back a ways, she said when Narshawn shook her head.
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Diva had several ideas, and Sibling had some as well. They both were experienced, but the cells were obviously designed to hold heroes. Soundproofed, extremely heavy steel and ceramic composites along with no real visible weaknesses. The doors had only a tiny window, made out of some ballistic-proof plastic, no internal wiring but apparently some endurance draining system.
Diva could have used a Phantom Army, but had indicated that she couldnt gain the strength. As soon as they felt a little stronger, it evaporated, just tapping out code was exhausting.
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Follow me, MaDeuce strode up the hall about five minutes later. Narshawn had anxiously been watching for her, carrying on a lopsided conversation with Shock Bubble, who could talk to a stone and be animated about it. If Gemini was dour, Bubble was exactly the opposite, always full of energy and spritely.
The group started back toward the ambush site, then continued on over several gantries and walkways. They avoided patrols and Council workers, letting Gypsy sneak by and then distract anyone blocking the path. Raising the alarm would not serve their cause. At a cleared area, MaDeuce paused and spoke quietly to Gal. Your friends are being held in the cells, a few hundred yards down that way, she pointed to a side tunnel. Ubelmann is at a CandC the other way. You will need this, she unhooked a pouch larger than the others and passed it across.
The cells are protected, of course, and use palm locks. She held up one half-gloved hand to demonstrate. No codes, and the guards wont be able to open the main doors, safety protocol. Use that, she motioned to the pouch, the others now listening, one of the defeated Vamps was an L-T. He was keyed into the system. She saw the look, Yes, it is. Either you or Vegas, but I would bet you got more invested here.
She made a sketch of a salute and headed down the side passage, not waiting for an answer.
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That is a mob, she thought, sighting through Toppers Zeiss PR2100 stabilized telescope. The range was well outside their detection, but that meant it was outside most of her ordinance as well, only two options, and with over ten troops and four bots, she would be pressed, hard. Ubelmann stood with his hand on a console, lecturing some poor numbskull about how great the past was. Reading lips was a skill every good sniper picked up. She was working out how to even the odds when motion from her left drew attention.
A Mech and Hoverbot pair were within ten yards, appearing from a side tunnel. Patrol! She was good for cover from the Ubelmann side, but exposed from that tunnel as they continued to patrol towards her. Maybe the other group wouldnt hear, there was no silent way to do this on bots.
The fifty caliber round brought the Mech face down first time, but it was a slow reload, getting off one short burst with the full-auto before the Hoverbot had her targeted. This was no danger, the flyer would be down quick, but the other group had heard and now she had way bigger problems.
Her gun got blistering hot, quickly, as she cycled through everything she had, trying to keep the Council out of melee range. Two knocked back by the shotgun, a couple slugs, the compacted M-60 keeping two occupied with a steady stream of 7.62, but there were too many, and then Ubelmann was right there.
He hit her, hard enough to knock her helmet askew and jam the action in the 60. Then it got worse, he was every bit as big as she was and didnt seem much phased by fists or butt-strokes from the rifle. Taking hits from behind, bots and the bolts Galaxys could throw, she was quickly heading for the hospital.
The Council leader was performing a time-honored tradition while he pounded her, the monologue. Of all the things she hated about criminals, this was one of the tops. She was hardly in a situation to argue, but it got her blood working, something to help get back up.
You cannot hope to defeat me, MaDeuce! Followed quickly by another hammering blow. You heroes are all the
The sentence ended with a loud thud, and Ma could see that his polished boots lifted from her line of sight. She quickly looked up from the floor, to see Vegas and a black-shrouded Gypsy standing right in front of her. With a second to think, she cleared the bolt of her rifle, opening up on the remaining Cor soldiers.
A moment later, the three were cuffing the soldiers, Ubelmann face down in the dust. Ma opened the second Heal-a-Minute energy bar with her teeth, downing it in one gulp. The floor was littered with brass, she stepped carefully to drop another Galaxy on the pile of prisoners.
I figure youre gonna ask what we came this way for? Vegas smiled, showing one bloody lip and wiping her hands on her jeans.
Would, but figure youll tell me.
Gypsy took a step forward, the black cloud around her dissipating. We do not forget. Sisters always pay their debts, her accent was still thick, but understandable. Ma almost saw a smile, but it was quickly gone.
Yeah, they have a code. I just wanted to roll some villains. Vegas held out her hand, shaking the blasters larger one with a firm grip. The others went to free everyone, Gal said she could do the pass-key part. Steps on an overhead gantry brought Mas rifle up, safeties clicking off, but something green caught the muzzle, overpowering her aim.
You wont need that, at least not for us, Diva held the weapon away from her face, hovering a few inches off the floor. That made her only slightly taller than MaDeuce.
These your friends? Her finger had never been in the guard, and she snapped the safety back on with her thumb. This green-skinned woman was strong, she could probably have taken the gun, but once the initial shock was over, Ma had Topper back.
Hey, she narrowed her eyes, arent you a
She is not from this world, a new, feminine voice carried from the platform above. Ma glanced up to see a slight woman with a winged tiara descending the stairs. So do not insult her. She is, but there is no better friend or team mate.
The speaker stepped across the floor, lightly and silently, followed by Narshawn and Lady Gemini, who had a few nasty gashes on her arms. The tall tanker, Gal, placed a gentle hand on the smaller womans shoulder, her troubled look replaced by relief.
We are Sibling, she indicated herself, and this is Diva. The large green woman nodded, smiling and showing strong canines to go with her thick arms.
We understand you were instrumental in our release. For this, we owe you a debt. The small group of women, with the exception of Vegas, formed a semi-circle in front of MaDeuce, bowing from the waist.
Aw, Hell. She blushed through the yellow, Your crew just saved my butt, were even. Salutes she understood, bowing she could not get.
No, there youre wrong. Gal stood, staying near Sibling. I got my partner back, when we would have been snacks for the zombies. You come to my place, owe you at least several dinners and a place to relax. Even gots chairs big enough for big women like us.
Dinner, maybe a beer, sounds great to me. Vegas was placing the pick-up tags on the prisoners, her tone was energetic for that idea.
Lady Gemini, Sibling turned, have you time? It would be a village. That went past Ma and Vegas, but when a Sister said this, it meant completely informal and in good spirits, no obligation.
To be with my daughter, and this group? Her rare smile was a flash, Of course.
I need to ask this jerk a question or two, Ma indicate the Archon at her feet. Ill catch up in a while, wheres the place? And more importantly. Have you got Jack?
One would think, what with all he media attention and front page covers about paranormal happenings, a hero was always saving the world. Magazines, news stories, television, all filled with tales of derring-do. What most civilians did not realize was that heroes are more like average people than they want to realize.
Cliff leaned back in the office chair, rolling his shoulders to relieve the stiffness that hours at the PC could cause. It was his day, the one out of fourteen that the body was his, and he was stuck working on an article for The Times. Being in the body full time, but only really being part of the world on these days made work a little difficult. Oh, Angela was polite and accommodating, but she despised computers and typing was not one of her strong skills. So, he wrote when there was time and saved the tedious things for his days.
Cliff, I made you some lunch, he hadnt heard Gal come into the office, one of the smaller rooms in the loft. For a big woman she could be surprisingly quiet. He pivoted the chair to look at her over one shoulder.
Thanks, Gal. This article is taking longer than I thought it would, he was turning back to the machine, but noticed her lingering. They had been bitter enemies once, not so long ago, and he knew it hurt her. Then, he had been part of her mate, and her love for Angela had to endure her hate for him. That had changed since the Vahzilok incident, all for the better.
Dont forget your date this afternoon, Gal spoke quietly, not looking straight at him. She had trouble with knowing how to handle him, and the change in his behavior was more a surprise to her than anything else. Having a man in the house, that was different too. At least he put the seat up and down.
Of course I do, he smiled, much wider than Angela would, Habits die hard.
Hey! No fair! She was miffed that he would be reading her thoughts, but her anger died quickly, Angela did it all the time and no matter what the body looked like, they were both still in there.
Sorry, its just natural. Im not spying. He ducked his head in a gesture pure Sibling. Gal smiled again. And there is no way Id forget Bubbles. I guess I should just drop this for now and get ready. You think shell enjoy it? He saved his work and shut down the PC, following his towering roommate into the dining room.
You kiddin? Bubbles likes clothes like fish like water, she carried the steaming ceramic bowl out from the kitchen, a potato auf-lauf filling the room with the smells of her cooking, wholesome and delicious. I still don know how you could come up with tickets to tha show. Musta been luck. She grinned as his stomach growled, proving he was hungry.
Excuse me, he blushed, but her food was that good. I thought Angela told you, one of her clients is pretty high up the food chain and connected with the main corporate sponsor, Portal Co. Call him Adam, she mentioned it to him a few weeks back, that the show was coming up and he brought tickets to her office last week.
Gal was blowing on her lunch, the food still too hot to eat. Fashion show, that your idea?
Wish I could say so, no, it was Angela. Another advantage of being twins, I dont make all the mistakes most men do. He raised his voice slightly when Gal started to say something, I still make some, but she keeps me pretty straight!
On another note, how much would you say is fair to spend on clothes? Bubbles is going to want a few things, no doubt. The bank was on the way, he liked cash.
For this? With Bubbles? Theres a limit on ATMs, she laughed, catching him in it as well.
I cant believe it! Bubbles was racing around the apartment, close to making D nauseous. The Icon Fashion Show! This is going to be great, and I never would have thought that he could get tickets, let alone tickets at the Designer Row! Did I tell you that they serve champagne? I looked it all up on their website, even printed out schedules and designer label information, and everyone will be there
D had come over from the Spa, knowing that if Bubbles was left alone, she would still be deciding on an outfit tomorrow morning. Slowly, she had crowded her apprentice into a corner without Bubbles knowing it, and the green woman blocked her in.
Bubbles, you need to get started if you want to get there on time. Cliff will be here in less than an hour, do you even know what you want to wear? Clothes were not the problem for her partner, it was one of the few indulgences Shock Bubble had. Deciding on them would be.
Well, said the pink-haired girl, I have it narrowed to whats in here. She slid open a pocket door and stepped into her largest closet, she had three. But I havent picked out anything. D shook her head. She loved the little-girl side of her friend.
No, Gal, everything is fine. Dark Vegas was being mostly truthful, and over the phone, her boss wouldnt know any different. She stretched the truth only because it was Gals first full day off in weeks, and Narshawn had called, somehow knowing the restaurant needed some help.
Two of the staff had called in sick, which would have been catastrophic if Narshawn and Gypsy hadnt been free to come over. The Slavic woman was surprisingly talented with cooking, but Vegas noticed a decidedly spicier flavor to the food. Narshawn was working hard at the bar, keeping a crib sheet for drinks. Vegas only hoped this would not be the day Liquor Control stopped by to check licenses.
Enjoy your day off, girl. We have it all in hand, the place will still be standing tomorrow. Now, gotta go, the reservation line is flashing like Christmas.
Can you help me with this stupid thing? Cliff had his head out of the guest bathroom, the main being off-limits by his own desire. He heard Gal coming up the hall and held out the black bow-tie. I hate these things.
Gal wore her best matronly smile, pulling and tugging the tie into place for his tuxedo. Not every day was a world crisis, and it was the small battles that sometimes meant the most.
We are going to miss you GG, Sibling pulled the other woman into a hug. The gathering had been arranged hastily, with only a few days notice, but that was as it would be. Some of the Sisters could not attend, having commitments that precluded even such a parting as this. Villains did not take vacation, and heroes had to be there.
GG had not been a Sister, but had been a great friend to them, and Sibling knew that the world would be worse for her absence. Standing here, on the beach of Avalon Island, Sibling had volunteered to escort her friend and sometimes partner to the Portal Co and the doorway to GGs new assignment. GG had visited the island, even been invited to some of the festivals, and now came to say her goodbyes.
Sib, its okay, the taller woman patted the twins head, tears coming from her eyes as well. Im going to do good, and I wont be gone forever.
Where are you going to, again? D asked from a short distance away. She knew the strains of travel across the planes. The feeling of being completely new and alone in a world where everyone else was comfortable.
They call it Worlds of War, she smiled ruefully, and from what the Oracle says, that is mostly what they do. The planet has never progressed from a mideval society. I have seen images, and it looks like a wild place with many races.
She held Sibling at arms length, looking into their face. Well, we should be off. She turned to the small group of women, some in the capes and hoods of the Order, others still dressed from the streets of Paragon, coming or going to their work. I want to thank you all, for your time and care.
The Portal Co had been very specific, nothing could travel through the gates that could affect it. That meant no magic items, no special electronics. no weapons. The group of Sisters had a gift, a small medallion with the image of the Great Oak on one side and the imprint of GGs name in Ogham on the other. They had presented it at the gathering earlier, and GG pulled it from her blouse, smiling.
Like I could forget you all. I will be back, after I help this world. She waved as she stepped into one of the Islands skiffs. A Sister in blue armor stood near the back, steadying the shallow boat against the new weight with a pole. Some ancient traditions preserved through practice, though the boat was far from a simple wooden affair, the modifications were hidden from sight.
Sibling stepped in behind GG, and D added her weight next. The waterway would carry them all in relative safety to Peregrin Island, near the ferry docks, and a Portal employee would guide them from there.
There was silence for some time, only the sound of the waves against the boat and the birds. The Sister at the rear poled along, and they moved impossibly fast for such a craft, until one realized they rode a wave created by the armor-clad woman. Sibling knew the Sister, and could sense her joy at being able to go so far into the bay. Children waved and stared at the canoe easily outrunning the ferry when they passed.
I heard you got your level 35 clearance today, Sib, GG finally broke the silence. Wanted to say congrats.
Sibling turned in their seat, the wind blowing their pony-tail to the side. Yes, we want to pick up some new things, maybe see the therapist about building some of our powers. Fighting the DE is tough, it would be better if we could put out more damage.
Of course, with friends and teammates like you and D, that isnt a problem, but you cant always wait, and others have things to do. The twins looked at the construction along the shore. Those buildings never seemed to get any closer to completion, and there were always DE roaming about.
We should meet Adam at the docks, he will have escorts for us to the facility. It was a beautiful island, but travel was strictly in groups for heroes below clearance 45. Adam was one of their patients, a high level employee at the Portal Co, and expert on travel using the equipment.
They arrived, and D had some quick words for the Sister in the boat. She would stand off the shore and wait for a signal, then return to pick them up. Travel by water was far safer, almost anywhere in the city, than by land. Only the recent arrival of the Giant Squid posed danger, and then only near Terra Volta.
GG, D, please allow us to introduce Adavan, as a medium-built man in an orange body-armor outfit approached. In front of anyone else, or in his civilian guise, hes Adam. Since we all need to be on the same page, he is also Adavan.
D whistled when her better than human eyes picked out the writing on his Portal Entry Badge. It listed him as level 50.
Hi Sibling, ladies, he paused, we should get off the pier, the Ferry is due any minute. He led off towards a campus in the distance. Nothing well meet along here to worry about.
After clearing the sensors and paperwork downstairs, the group rode elevators to a hallway that literally hummed. GG could feel the vibrations in the floor, and it seemed there was static everywhere.
Room 18, they have your portal warm. He said as they walked down the hallway, past several other doors. Sibling caught sight of an immense ring with crackling energy at its center as they passed one, several heroes lined up on a gantry to enter. You understand that this portal is new, we only received a request for assistance last week. Three teams there now, and you will be part of the fourth. He glanced over at GG during the walk, carrying several small bags and a pack, everything she would be allowed to travel with.
Yes, but I was told they asked for Earth Controllers. Woobie called for me by name.
Right, here we are, he led them into a large room, three levels high. To their left was a glass walled control room overlooking a steel-grid floor, at the end of which stood a great ring with scintillating lights at the center. Several mechanical rings circled around the ring, like rings within rings, and occasionally some image would coalesce in its center. Electricity sparked and shot in every direction, Sibling looked at the entire apparatus dubiously.
You want GG to go into that? They pointed and frowned.
Perfectly safe, you could stand within ten feet and there is no danger. He opened the control rooms door and motioned to GG, Now, if youll speak with the Portal Master, hell get you ready to go. You ladies, He smiled and amended, and Gentleman can come this way and Ill explain this thing to you. It is my specialty.
A short time later, the three women and Adavan stood just outside the staging platform for the portal. The noise was barely deafening, so the three exchanged final hugs and GG took her place with the team. A signal light above the portal changed from red to green, and the group walked through the cloud of sparks. Adavan motioned to the two Sisters, pointing back towards the upper gantry, where conversation was possible.
D had just enough time to turn and glance towards the control room, when she noticed several of the technicians waving from the booth, frantic. There was an unholy noise, like steel being torn and then bright light.
D blinked twice, and realized she was no longer in the building. Blue sky, the smell of earth and water and the sounds of birds replaced what had been machinery. Levering herself up on one elbow, she caught sight of Sibling, lying in the grass nearby. They appeared to be in the middle of a meadow, trees ringing them except for a small break and the glimmer of open water beyond.
Nothing hurt and everything appeared to work, so she carefully stood, scanning the area for anything out of the ordinary. It could be Perez Park, she thought, but theres no salt water near that. Bending down, she touched the twins shoulder, eliciting a moan from them.
Sibling? Are you ok? She could heal them, but didnt see any injuries.
Ouch, ow, ow, ow. Angelas voice came back, their eyelids fluttering. D someones coming, she was trying to get up, but their head pounded like a drum, making them swoon.
I see them, the normally calm giants voice had an edge, and I do not believe it.
Their vision clearing for a moment, Sibling caught sight of a group of Trolls, but not typical Paragon types. Fine linen, good shirts, dresses; definitely not Trolls from the Hollows. Even some smaller ones, children from the way they huddled near the taller ones.
I dont think were in Kansas anymore, Toto. Cliffs bass voice signaled that Sibling was ready to fight, but they would let the Trolls make the first move. D stood, helping the smaller controller to their feet and steadying them.
The group approached slowly, not with any apparent fear, but certainly caution. There were male and female Trolls in the group, and children, but those with the young stopped some distance off. Sibling was amazed at the variety, so used to seeing only the brutish Trolls from Paragon. Here there was jewelry, well made if simple clothing, different shades of hair and even some variation in skin color.
A pair continued closer, male and female, both wearing long jackets the color of deep water. His coat had some small objects protruding from pockets, but Sibling could only see the tips of things, perhaps inspection devices or probes. She wore the same jacket, but was carrying a pad or book, and when close enough, they saw it had flashing lights along one edge.
The two stopped a few feet away and the female gestured with a pen-like device. What she said, Sibling could not understand, but it was directed at the visitors. The language was not at all harsh, a melodic quality to the words. It certainly wasnt anything the twins had ever heard before, and they knew many languages. The woman tried again, then changed inflection, apparently trying different tongues. Divas face changed suddenly, understanding.
Sibling watched while Diva and the woman first, then the man, exchanged words. Apparently there was some disagreement or misunderstanding, as Diva shook her head several times and gestured. Both the Trolls conversed with Diva, making eye contact with Sibling and pointing, until Diva placed a hand on their shoulder, which apparently ended the exchange.
Thank the Goddess that Portal has bad accuracy, Diva turned to Sibling, were a continent away. The other Trolls had gathered back together and were speaking quickly.
Are we where we think we are? Sibling was fairly quick witted, and they knew this was not Earth. It also didnt reason that just any world or place would have a language Diva spoke, she was not originally from Earth, at least not the Earth they lived on. The rueful smile told them all they needed to know. Your world?
If it isnt, its one long coincidence. They dont speak the same main language here, but there is a common, sort of barter language on my world. Think of it like English, go most anywhere and someone will be able to understand. Those two, she gestured at the two Trolls in coats, are technicians. Looks like we landed in a nature preserve or something, and they are from the lab nearby, the others are people from the town.
I was worried until they asked about my Clan, once I understood them. She gestured to her horns, which were much more pronounced than anyone else in the group. They asked if I was from the far lands, she used a word that must have been a proper name of a country, then I knew we were outside. You know they dont allow women to practice Illusion or mind craft where I am from. It wasnt a question, Sibling had known that was part of the reason for Diva being on earth.
So, whats to be done? Sibling was lost, they didnt speak the language and had no idea of the customs. Without Diva, this would have been all but impossible. They looked up into Divas face, and the expression wasnt all too sure.
They said I have to speak to the local authorities, like the police. That will be a problem. Now Sibling saw some real concern on her friends face. In this country, the race that looks like you is rather less civilized. They called you Goblin Herder, Diva did not like that phrase, from the set of her jaw. Not all humans on this world are decent, a lot like back on Earth. I dont know what all is going to happen, but they seemed to think you wouldnt go over well.
They dont have a problem, but the villagers might, and it seems the police will. Humans come through periodically and sweep for Goblins, putting them to work, by an agreement with the rulers of the land. Sib, you know, I dont know anything about how this country is put together, but it sounds like something close to feudal. They spoke about the Chief and the Council, but she introduced herself as the head of the facility, and no woman would be head of this where I was from.
The group of Trolls had finished with their conference, some staying put, some walking back toward some low buildings in the distance. Those leaving were walking quickly, probably to inform the others about this. The two technicians were the only ones to approach, probably more used to taking charge. They were speaking to each other in the first language Sibling had heard.
Stay close to me, Diva said quietly, I dont think these two would mean any harm, but I wouldnt bet on the police.
Diva related that they were going to the town, and that the others were ahead of them, to get the leaders ready. Those Trolls that had stayed made a wide berth when Sibling came close, siding towards Diva and casting glances at the twins. It was odd that creatures much larger would act like Sibling was to be feared. Diva carried on a dialogue with the woman, the man adding here and there. He was Kaushal and she was Madhuri, which apparently caused her to blush when Diva wanted it said twice. Diva would listen for a few sentences and then relate to Sibling.
Um, Sib, after a particularly fast session, what I said about being a herder earlier was not right. The language has few adjectives, mostly it is just basic phrases to get along. The town was coming in sight, simple buildings made of brick and wood, some two levels, but clean and well proportioned. The road was level, very carefully made and there were walks on either side of well-fitted stones.
Sibling cocked their head, Yes?
The word they used means slaver. The humans here gather Goblins and others for use as labor, and are regarded as more Brigands than decent people. Diva was looking around quickly, there were Trolls and others walking along the streets, small shops and homes lined the road. As they saw the smaller controller, some would point, but they all had a general expression that appeared: dislike.
This is the main place, like their City Hall. Diva kept a hand on Siblings arm, also watching the small crowd that was trying to discretely follow them. Sibling could see people looking out of the glass windows of the building, and a few pretending to glance into stores a short distance away.
What amazed them was the diversity, there were all types of Trolls, carrying on everyday tasks, at least until they saw the human. Elves and even dwarves shopped together, but not one other human, and now they understood why. Far from a crude or primitive town, everything was simple, but very well built, and they had passed two windmills coming into the town. Those were certainly not for grinding grain, modern blades whispering on the wind, probably generating power.
As they entered the building, Diva noticed that none of the group came inside, except the female technician. The interior was like any efficient office, a large central area with some counters around the edges, chairs of crafted wood and three people advancing from the deeper offices through a door. They looked official, with no mistake about their destination.
Diva pushed the smaller Sibling behind her, like a protective mother as the three stopped, some other people, all Trolls wearing similar outfits, filed in. A very tall elf man, what could be a Dwarven woman and a wizened-looking male Troll faced them. Diva made a few comments, indicating Sibling and then pausing for the response.
She interpreted, without looking away from the other Trolls who were slowly moving around the room, bracketing them. They say that I am welcome here, but want to know why the humans are sending raiding parties, against the agreements. Puzzlement was apparent in her voice. Diva exchanged words with the group, the dwarf becoming loud and pointing at Sibling, the elf with only a sly smile.
I dont understand, they claim that several humans are here, all with the same Clan, but in disguise. It makes no sense
Sibling saw the older Troll lift his cane, pointing at the Portal badges still clipped to both Sibling and Divas shirts. Siblings eyes grew wide even as D spoke.
Oh no! The elf had produced a small plastic item that matched the girls own, a photo of Adavan on one side.
Diva and Sibling exchanged looks, there were too many eyes for them to do more, but whatever was going on, they were clueless and apparently being held responsible. The Dwarf became redder by the minute, and after the initial shock of the photo, started to become louder. Sibling noticed that the elf alone appeared less than surprised, the Troll being smug in the way only an ancient could be. By now there were more than 10 of the uniformed Trolls, all well-built and wearing something at their belts that looked like a weapon. Diva was still taller, and probably stronger than any one of them, but not all ten.
We have no knowledge of this, Diva said in the common tongue, knowing that Sibling would defer to her even if they could not understand. This picture, it is not one of our clan
Your clan? YOUR Clan!? roared the very agitated dwarf, and if it was female, then both sexes had the same beards and deep voices. The thing that stands beside you it not of YOUR clan, unless they allow bastards to cross breed in your country! This image is not of YOUR people, no matter what you may say, or do Trolls associate with slavers in your home? She spat on the floor, directly toward Sibling and shook her fists at her side in rage.
A little more consideration would be welcome here, Tasmiran, spoke the Troll elder, with something like a twinkle in his eye. He watched Sibling carefully, even when they refused to dodge the insult that anyone would understand. Diva had clenched her fists, and there was an ominous change in her stance that had one or two of the guards hands move closer to their belt.
Be careful what you say, Diva spoke evenly, My kind are not known for our even tempers. The dwarf was not even waist-height to her, but it could also be said Dwarves were not known for their fear of odds, either. The elf had yet to speak or even move more than a hand or eye, and there was something in his face, Diva did not trust at all.
You claim that the human, the word was not really human, only a type of race that looked like Sibling as the Troll spoke it, does not understand our language. Where does she come from, then? His cane was made of some bone, log and curved.
She does not come from here at all, neither of us do, suddenly Diva realized the difficulty that their story would be, and how unbelievable. As you can see, she motioned to her horns and her height compared to the others, we come from the other continent. Her memories of the other continent marked it as the safest lie, many things were very different there.
The other continent, finally the elf spoke, his voice lilting, but the tone less than honest. And yet you travel our country with a human, which marks you either as a servant or as a traitor? It would be impossible not to know the customs here and still travel.
Both Sibling and Diva had mental powers, which granted them some amount of empathy or telepathy with most sentient creatures. Sibling could feel the distrust from the dwarf, the hostility from the elf, and from the Troll, there was a humorous curiosity. To Sibling it felt very much like the older man was laughing inside, some joke he felt. The dwarf was angry, but at more than just the newcomers, it was an old anger that simmered and was now coming to the surface.
The humans do not come to this village, except to plunder! The dwarf sputtered.
Tasmiran, please, a little more tact. I think that any of the humans from our lands would have come with more than a single guard. He paused a moment, We should hear this story in full conference, if we intend to get good information. He turned to look at the two others, making a sweeping gesture with the cane. And fewer guards would likely make our
guests
more interested in speaking.
The elf nodded slowly, considering thought behind his eyes. Diva saw the dwarf contain herself with some effort, still red in the face, then finally nod as well. With that, the troll hobbled over to inspect Sibling. Not tall, for his race, and stooped from years, he still was several hands taller than the twins. His horns and exposed teeth were much shorter than Divas, but clean and white to match the stiff shirt he wore. From his bearing, he was used to being someone of importance, and was far more political in his attitudes. Sibling was still dumb to the entire exchange, but they sensed no immediate danger from Diva or the three speakers.
No, not of the high family, I would wager, he said, circling Sibling, like a buyer at a livestock auction. Her hair and eyes are the wrong color. Sibling was patient, sensing that this was some sort of test or maybe a rite. Diva stood a step away, and ready to move if necessary. The trolls might be slightly smaller than she was, but Sibling would be nothing to their strength, even this old ones.
The elf and dwarf said nothing, and did not look at each other, both unhappy in different ways about the goings on. Diva could not feel the emotions as well as Sibling, but there were ways to tell: stance, facial expression, flickering of the eyes. The dwarf looked at her partner with anger, like she would happily beat her because Sibling was human. The elf, he looked at her like prey, something to be owned or controlled, sizing them up with a sly smile.
Diva felt a tap on her leg, and saw that the old Troll was looking directly at her.
I think that we should convene tomorrow, he spoke over his shoulder to the others, still watching her face. There is much we do not know, and questions we should ask. Tonight, these two will stay in the strong room at my home.
This caused an outraged snort from the dwarf, and an incredulous look from the elf. The one called Tasmiran burst out:
This is unheard of! What strikes you Malthu? You cant keep these
Slavers, in your home! She was almost vibrating with anger, which had begun to seem her natural state.
Is there any question that my home and that room are the only places that might hold a Troll? He had to say it twice to be heard over the small female. In the end, both the dwarf and elf agreed a testament to the Trolls skills in negotiation. It appeared, from what Diva could understand, that he was the eldest leader in the village, and held rank among the other two. His son was the Sheriff or something like it, and their home had a separate building to hold anyone that got out of hand. That was rare, and was more because of family disputes or domestic quarrels.
The decision was that the son would come, with three men, and escort Diva, Sibling and Malthu to the home. The other two council members would arrive tomorrow morning, and there would be close questioning of the strangers. From that, they would decide what to do with these two, but Diva had the impression the open group would vote: one to make them property, one to have them filleted alive and one to ask them questions. Their host seemed the most sensible of the group.
Diva tried to sum up the meeting for Sibling, keeping it short and concise. They had sensed similar things, Sibling adding in the particular emotions or thoughts they could feel. They also agreed, in obtuse terms in case someone could understand them, not to use any obvious powers until they saw what would come. As yet, they had seen none of the powers one would expect in Paragon City, no flaming displays or flying people, nothing of the sort. Even the guards had only some sort of shock weapon, intended to incapacitate and not to kill.
This is my son, the older Troll said when a tall, well-muscled man strode into the room.
Diva missed the rest, the troll that had come in likely did as well. Their eyes locked and something passed between them that had nothing to do with powers, and much to do with nature.
As I was saying, the older Troll, Malthu, missed very little, this is my son, and head of the police in the village, Ekanga. These are the ones you should be watchful of, he turned and spoke in the local language to the new troll.
D, are you ok? Sibling was unsure what had been said, but the look on her friends face was not one of worry. The larger woman shook her head, breaking eye contact with Ekanga.
Yeah, the elder wants Ekanga to watch us. Ekanga, nice name, thats the new guy. Hes the Sheriff.
As was typical, the trolls eyes narrowed sharply when he spotted Sibling. He carried no weapon, and only the color of his jacket meant he was any sort of law, but he filled out the material, much broader than the others. From what the twins had seen, this was a fairly simple village, nothing extravagant or obvious, many more trolls than other types. That one human could cause so much trouble, it meant ill things.
Ekanga placed his three men with Sibling, close guard and very ready to stop any trouble, while he fell in beside Diva, on the way. They walked through now mostly deserted streets, the sun failing and sounds of wildlife filling the air. Here and there a face would appear from behind a window, or a child would peek from behind a door, but none would stay if Sibling met their gaze.
The only conversation Sibling could glean was when names were mentioned, and the inflection of the language was very difficult. They occupied their time looking, from the efficient way the village was arranged to the ingenious use of natural plants to protect the homes from the sun and wind. Nothing was over three stories tall, which allowed the towering trees to provide shade and wind-break. There was a radial pattern to the streets, everything eminating from a central square, like a wagon wheel, with the city hall at its hub. There was no trash, or debris in sight, glass windows with heavy wooden shutters, small porches with seats, neat gardens.
They did not disturb Diva and Ekanga, apparently enjoying the conversation, until they came even with a slightly larger home, with what looked like a reinforced barn at one side. Diva listened for a moment, then turned to her friend.
He says this is his home, where his family lives. The structure is the jail, but more like a cooling off place, since they have no need to hold people. It seems like crime is really low. The male troll spoke some, Sibling saw Diva blush and the elder troll give a sharp look, then a creeping smile.
Um, Ekanga says you must stay in the jail. They will bring you food and fresh clothing as they can find it
there was a hesitation, but asks if I would like to dine in their home. Diva looked very uncomfortable. She was the senior partner, and Sibling would follow her instructions, but there was a question in the womans voice.
Diva, you know that we trust you with no reservation. Sibling placed their hand on her arm. There is no place or time we would not follow you, and you must speak for us, since we cannot. These people seem innocent, but afraid of us. We think, they drew up to their full height, making the decision Diva asked for, you should do this, to gather information, perhaps convince them of our plight.
I am embarrassed, Diva began.
With no right to be, Sibling interrupted, If you can convince them, this is nothing. We will be glad to sit down, get some food and trust you to know what is best. Know this though, Sibling made a squeezing with their hand, *pay attention* it said.
The elder, they used a very old form of the Ladies secret language in case one of the others had picked up any words, is an Empath. He is untrained, very low level, but he is one. We have yet to sense any other powered beings in the whole village.
Diva did not let the surprise show in her face, an Empath. It would explain a lot about how he convinced the otherwise taciturn dwarf and elf to allow this, why he was so skilled at politics, from what she had seen. Sibling did not bow, which might be misunderstood here, but the urge was great. Diva understood that referring to the twins as she would help eliminate that particular question.
I accept your hospitality, Ekanga. She said, turning back to the small group. Be very careful of my friend, I value her life above my own. I may see her at my wish?
Of course, Malthu spoke from the position of authority. She is not so much a prisoner as a curious guest, for now. I will have Bhuvana prepare the meal. He left Diva, the guards, Ekanga and Sibling and went inside the house.
The three guards stayed close to Sibling, who were grateful the Trolls did not attempt to touch them. From the looks of things, the Trolls almost expected that Sibling would suddenly become some forty-foot tall monster and devour them. Even with the differences in their minds, the twins could feel that there was fear in these men, fear of humans. After years being close, Diva was easier to read, her mind more familiar and more easily navigated, when she wished it.
Diva and Ekanga moved off to follow Malthu, leaving the small group and the prisoner alone. Sibling had no illusions, they could not speak any of the tongue and knew that trying any mental contact would probably doom the whole affair. They hadnt lived this long without some observation skills, some motions and actions would likely be universal for any biped: long eye contact a challenge, open hands exposed indicating peaceful intent, a bowed head meaning subservience. They hoped so, anyway.
One of the guards, a Troll with almost red hair, spoke to the other two. One of those broke away while the speaker and the remaining Troll turned to fully face sibling. The walker strode to the barred door of the barn and unbolted it, moving several heavy bars and pulling the single gate open. The interior looked from here to be Spartan, but lit from above, obviously artificial since the sun was almost lost behind the tall trees. The red-haired (actually more a bronze-moss color) Troll made a motion with one arm, almost a request. Sibling lowered their head and started that direction, passing through the door onto a shining floor and into a room that would be small by Troll standards.
There were no decorations, no exposed mechanics or plumbing, just a plain room about ten feet square. Along one wall was a Troll-size bunk, like it had been carved out of the same material the floor was made of, and opposite that a table or ledge. There was nothing mobile or loose in the room, and a small alcove in one corner, with a privacy wall dividing it from the rest of the room, where they found a basin and seat, crude but effective for bodily functions.
Sibling walked to the bed and tested it, no sheets or padding, and was surprised to feel it give slightly to their hand. Sitting on it, the material slowly conformed to their shape, and the temperature was neutral, like it mimicked their body heat. A quick touch on the walls confirmed it was much the same material, and probably very resistant to physical blows with the padding effect. Very clever was their opinion, for a holding cell.
Sibling moved to the center of the floor, certain someone would be watching, and not wanting to antagonize. They sat and waited, all they could do with Diva pressing their case.
Ekanga stayed slightly to the side and rear, showing Diva the direction to the main doorway of the house. Malthu had gone around one side, probably to another door, but Diva knew, at least from her country, that any guest was brought through the front. The craftsmanship of the house was apparent, and shown with pride, carvings on the door and decorative figures made from pale colored stone had been crafted into the actual walls. The walk looked to be one solid piece, until a stray shaft of light revealed tiny crevices where many hundreds of stones had been fitted together. Once she saw the pattern, she could tell the entire path was simply an intricate jigsaw puzzle.
You are Divya? Ekanga spoke as they approached the door.
Yes, she replied startled slightly from her reverie, so unused to being addressed correctly in a native tongue. I am called Divya, and my companion is Sibling. That word was foreign and did not sound precisely the same, she chose to use the human pronunciation, since there was no equivalent.
Your companion, the female? He asked, not entirely without interest. Diva knew that not all questioning is done as such, many truths could be learned by small slips.
My partner, the exact word meant equal and friend.
Not your superior? He asked, motioning that she should open the door with the simple handle. He was professional, she would not be able to take him unawares if she tried to.
Pressing on the metallic handle, the door quietly swung in, revealing a large central room with some matting on the floor, like woven saplings. A group of other Trolls stood near a low couch, chairs for various sized people forming a semi-circle centered on it. She could see that the facial characteristics meant this was likely a large family.
No, I am free, as she is. I hold only to my desire for her company, she is not my superior. Diva realized this would be a key question, if the humans here enslaved others, they would have agents. That meant servants like Troll and Goblins to do their bidding.
These things will be discussed, I warn you, his voice was low, intended for her ears as they approached the group. Know what you will say.
She glanced from the corner of her eye, was there some modicum of concern on his face? Why would he feel the need to warn her, if he was the head authority? That had to wait, she was being introduced as a guest, no matter the circumstances.
Malthu introduced members of the group, which was his extended family, from great-grand children to his wife, Bhuvana. The young ones strained at their parents arms to see closer, some middling year youths trying to appear aloof but their eyes betrayed their interest. She was taller by far, and as broad as Ekanga in the shoulders, now glad she had worn a tasteful outfit for the short trip to Portal Co. Her horns, wrapped like a rams, were the most obvious other feature of difference, all these Trolls had straight horns, short and polished.
Serious questions waited, a political custom here, until after the young were removed. Everyone greeted her, some more wary than others, and then retreated into the house, another custom. When it was left to only Ekanga, Malthu and Bhuvana, Diva knew the time had come for the real questions. Bhuvana brought a large bowl of steaming liquid, and this was not something she understood.
It is tea, something like it from her world, though this had more body and was thicker. Ekanga said. You are a Troll, no matter where you are from
Or the company you keep, interjected Bhuvana, obviously not the deferential wife.
Mother, there may be more here than we see. His eyes rested on Divas, not uncomfortably.
Yes, honored wife, speaker-out-of-turn, Malthu said the word Diva knew, and saw it was applied with some humor. They were an old, married couple. It earned him a withering look from the woman, and brought a small grin from Ekanga.
Diva heard the sound of a door, and turned. The other Trolls stood quickly from where they had taken chairs in the talk. Across the simply furnished room, a troll with almost black hair leaned on a cane, the heavy wood stick grasped between hands small and delicate. From behind her she knew the others had risen, and did the same, the older the person, generally the more revered.
Of course you sense there is more to this Divya than you see! You are my grandson, and thanks be that some of my wisdom passes on. The female Troll moved quite well without the cane as she walked to the group, hooking it in one hand and using only her feet. Diva could feel that the woman was more than an older Troll, but her eyes would have told anyone that, there was a spark there.
Grand Mother CuppaJo, Malthu spoke the honorific title. This was the chief of the clan.
Ah, she waved away his hand, You think I would miss the time to meet someone of such import as this one? Word came to me, and I hurried to see her. This would have been unheard of, for the high chief of a clan to hurry to meet a guest, where Diva was from. Half a world away, the chief would have a petitioner brought before them to plead their case. Definitely, this was not a simple Troll, or even only a Troll Chief.
Divya, the womans voice was strong, as was her grip when she grasped the much taller Divas forearm in greeting. I welcome you to this village, and this world. Diva almost missed the sly ending of the greeting, but the womans eyes were full of mischief.
Yes, I know a many things about you, and your companion. The others were standing in some shock. Could you not tell. Son? Grandson? Even her scent is not right. The womans nose, delicate for a Troll, worked a moment above her toothy smile.
I cannot stay long, here, and maintain my impartial appearance. That elf is suspicious as it is, and has reason to fear should the humans deal with other than him. I have come to tell you, Divya, and you Ekanga and Malthu, that she is true, her companion is not of the humans. They come here by accident, but they are here with purpose.
She made to sit in a large chair, her cane never having touched the floor. Diva could see that what she said caused several emotions in the three others, starting with wonder that the wizened woman knew these things, and ending with interest for more. If this woman was the oldest Troll, which her title proclaimed, it would have fooled anyone by her movements.
The humans come through our lands, Diva, and gather workers and others. Our leaders, in The City, allow this for pledges of protection from some of the more savage bands of others. The workers are made to serve, and this is a plague, but the others, they are our hope. I know that you have the mind gifts, and your companion. This is what the humans truly lust for, and how their armies are so successful. They make those of us, and the dwarves, that show mind powers work for them in their armies. In this way, they control all mentalists in our lands.
She motioned to the rapidly cooling broth. Bhuvana looked somewhat embarrassed, and quickly passed the bowl to her with ceremony. All discussion passed until the ceremony was completed, a sharing of the broth as a symbol of graciousness. It also served to build suspense, which CuppaJo apparently enjoyed. She was used to having the say, being the arbiter and the rule, and was skilled like few others.
Fine, CuppaJo finished, showing great appreciation for the flavor.
Pardon me, Diva began, they steal all your talented, to work for their armies? But I sense
Of course, I am talented, but know the ways to keep from being discovered. Besides, they would not care for a Troll of my age. They wish for the easy to indoctrinate youth, my mind is iron to their methods. I have passed some of my talent to my son and grandson, she motioned to the two males.
However, our skills are small compared to yours. You, and your companion, have as much power as all those I have ever known, together. Do not try to be modest, I know the truth. Diva quieted, accepting the great compliment. You have come for a purpose, not by accident.
She rose, quicker than one would have expected. I must not stay long, or some will question my fairness, my diplomacy. Tomorrow, representatives will come from The City, and the Council will vote. Know these things, and listen to me Sister Divya, that reference immediately had her attention.
The people from The City guess what is afoot, and mean you harm. You and Si-bil-ing, the word was difficult, have the chance to help this world. You could fail, and should rely on my family, even when I cannot help you. Finally, this is most important, she was walking toward the door, the family moving with her, Morgaine knows of this, and the great pattern continues beyond even our sight.
Be well, Daughter. Grand Mother CuppaJo spoke quietly. Her words meant she would not be able to intervene, or be compromised, and this she would not do if it endangered her family. With that, she left by a side door, and Diva would have sworn she literally disappeared in a flash of light.
She is rarely seen outside the council Sanctum, said Ekanga, still seeming stunned. This was a singular honor.
A weight increased on the young womans shoulders, and Diva hoped she could bear it. The hopes of a whole race? Her race? She needed to speak to Sibling, she needed a week to speak to Sibling. Occupied by the oracles words, she missed the awe that passed over Ekangas face when he gazed on her again.
This is the continuation of a thread that started on Tony's Bar and Grill. It will follow the lives (RP lives) of several characters, prominently Sibling, Gal 'O War, Shock Bubble, Almira and the mysterious D'. As the title implies, they are all linked by their past, receiving training at "The Lake", which is in reverence to the writer's beliefs. I hope to bring these characters a life that only good RP-ers ever achieve in game, an actual life outside smashing baddies on the streets. I also intend to make you think, have characters go through life altering and belief questioning episodes . Feel free to post comments, or offer plot lines, but unlike an open RP, the author reserves the right to have plot twists ignored if they don't fit with the overall story. Not ladies only, but certainly Lady-centric. See Sibling's last post on Tony's for the lead in story. Hopefully: Enjoy.
What, in Hell, happened?! Gal knelt by the couch in their loft. Sibling was awake, but had a sickly yellow glow and leaned into a stack of decorative pillows. D and Bubbles stood back, having exhausted their healing and enervating skills, with no noticeable effect.
Gal, Bubbles stepped closer, D tried her heals, and I tried all the buffs I know. Should we call Almira?
No, a male voice came from the woman on the couch, we know what to do. One of the scientists Patient Zero had told us, Bubbles was there. Everyones attention was immediately on the slight form, she moved to rise.
You lay there, girl! Gal could easily hold Sibling down, D might be the only one in the room that could stop Gal, but the black womans hand was gentle, not pressing her partner down. You aint in any condition to be up. Stay down! Sibling brushed the hand off, scowling as only the man in Sibling could.
Gal, Angela will put up with your mothering, the tone indicated Cliff would not. Sibling stood up, barely reaching her partners chest. Size was not what measured a hero, and Gal knew that tone of voice. Cliff was as hard as Angela was gentle, if he was the dominant personality, it meant the twins had agreed.
Doctor Vahzilok is about to have a visit, Sibling moved towards the door, ignoring the others, typical of Cliffs attitude.
I think youre nuts! You aint goin anywhere, Gal moved to block the door. Both Bubbles and D tried to disappear, figuratively, into the furniture. Bubbles pink eyebrows shot up comically and D had to suppress a laugh.
Gal stood facing the controller, her substantial black arms crossed and blocking the door. D saw that this was going to be serious, there was no way Sibling was going to take No for an answer and no way Gal was going to move. If she hadnt known the pair for some time, she would have thought a fight was coming. As it was, shed never seen the two have anything more than cross words, and that was usually Cliff. He lacked finesse.
The small controller made a sign in the air with her left hand, I claim the right of the Elder, the male voice came from the womans body again. You will not defy me, Gal O War, stand aside.
Oh bejeezus was Bubbles half breathed comment.
The look that came across Gals face was ice. Damn you, Cliff. Angela would never use that against me. Smoke all but rolled from the tankers ears, the jewel in her tiara glowed a hateful shade of red. With clenched fists, she took a step away from the door, scowling at her partner.
Ill go with her, Gal, D was speaking and moving at once, her eyes narrowed at the male voice invoking one of the sacred rites. Angela, unlike her twin brother, was much more amicable and easy to deal with, but even he couldnt get the job done in their current state.
Cliff will allow it, or I will use the same privilege. She bared a tattoo and gave Sibling a glanced that dared Cliff to say something. The most senior of the group, only Almira or one of the Ladies could nay say the green woman.
Bubbles, she wasnt comfortable leading, but was quite good at it, you need to take Gal and find Dr. Steinburg. He needs to get a cleaning crew in here and sanitize the place. Once we find Vahz, well bring back whatever hes using and get an antidote made.
Gal bowed her head slightly, not at all happy about Sibling leaving the loft, but much happier knowing D would be with her. There wasnt much D couldnt handle. Bubbles ducked her head and headed out the door, Gal passing a frozen glance over Sibling but meant only for Cliff. It was met with a smirk.
D waited until the two younger women were down the stairs outside, then turned to Sibling.
She hates you, and you deserve it. Pray that Crey never figures out a way to split you and Angela. I wouldnt give you five minutes, and that includes travel time.
Dont lecture me, Green. Cliff was in high form, he could offend the paint on a wall, as different from his sister as possible. As long as she loves Angela, thats all that matters. The green-skinned woman turned, this was something she had never heard from the male twin.
Surprised? Sibling grabbed a medical bag and scanner from beside the table, her contact had been specific that samples needed to be taken for the cure to be made.
You may not realize it, grabbing the door handle, I love my sister, too, and Gal. As long as she dislikes me, she can excuse anything Angela does as my influence. Shes never angry with my sister, and that suits me fine. The controller looked far up into Ds eyes, we both love Gal a lot.
They were off, one pair going to find the cure deep (and face Dr. Vahzilok himself) in the sewers, the other to find a cleaning crew and arrest the spread of the Vahzilok Wasting Disease.