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Voting closed: January 04, 2021, 02:28:47 am

[Naturegirl1999]

We tried making our arm before, it didn’t work. There’s a reason we’re getting the plague arm graft

[King Zultan]

But that was before we got the new powers.

[19_EgarAlnis]

((Use it as you will. He expressed a preference for not being meta so it should be respected. A suggestion is still a suggestion, even if someone who isn't a named character or has a character suggests it.))

"[Through the procedure I intend to bond the Plague nanites with your own. I hope that this allows the nanites to convert to your own over time. My belief is that such an action would increase your field strength.]" Ava states in response to your query.

"[Would the built in laser weapon become obsolete? Especially if compared to ones I can already create?]"

"[I should hope, in time, you are able to manipulate the composition and material of such a weapon.]"

"[Would it be better than a prosthetic of my own design?]"

"[Now? Yes. As you seem to have no interest or knowledge in the most basic of sciences. You currently function with base instinct, and have never thought of developing your scientific skills further than 'hydrogen burns'. You treat it as magic; unknowable and chaotic.]" Ava's clipped, robotic voice drips with disdain. "[In the long term? You could create one better than anything I could make at this time. But that depends on you actually developing your intelligence as opposed to using brute force to solve your problems. The probability of that is quite low, however. So get on the table.]"

Ouch.

"[But you were raised in such a superstitious society. You're not entirely to blame.]"

[ZBridges]

Once the surgery is over, we'll have to ask Ava about those "non-evasive" tests of hers.  They may be dangerous and invasive, but at least they'll be easy to catch.

I do think she's right, however.  We need to learn how to use our powers more versatilely and efficiently.

Get on the operating table.

[King Zultan]

Let us get this arm.

[Naturegirl1999]

Finally

Get on the operating table.

[19_EgarAlnis]

The Flesh, independent of William, approaches. You step into it. There is a sharp pain in the back of your neck as the suit inserts the probe to scan your brain. You twitch, annoyed at the invasion of privacy, but if Ava sees something of interest, she does not mention it. Your muscles tense and relax as the Flesh tests your reflexes. Then there’s another sharp prick into your remaining wrist. Finishing with you, it sends you tumbling to the floor.

You strip off your jacket and shirt. Emma neatly folds your clothes as you lay upon the cold metal operating table. Screwing your eyes shut, you fight the welling of panic as nullifying bracelets are strapped to your wrist. Strength wanes until you can no longer even lift your head. The pounding of your heart within your ears slows to a crawl.

The restraints click shut.

You turn your head to watch Ava twist and manipulate the Infected matter within a cohesion field. She slices with microscopic scalpels, induces with electromagnetic fields, and purifies the bloody sinew. It takes her a mere matter of minutes to shape the unidentifiable Plague muscle into something resembling a human arm’s musculature. With its initial work completed it drags the flesh over to your prone form. The ‘limb’ hangs from the carriage above you. It twists and writhes in perversion of organic nature.

Silas pulls on gloves as he approaches. He pulls a visor down over his masked face and drags part of the operating carriage closer. “You will feel a sharp prick, and then indescribable pain. Try not to squirm. Ready?”

You do not even finish nodding before Silas carves into the flesh of your shoulder. Biting your lip you stifle the scream that rises within your throat -- glad for your natural pain tolerance after only a few seconds of the operation. But as blood pours from your body, as Silas clamps shut artery and vein, the pain does not stop. It only gets worse as Silas and Ava tease muscle fibers free, as they cut into scarred bone, and it doesn’t stop even as your new ‘arm’ descends.

At some point you realize you’re screaming and unable to stop. Emma forces your mouth open to jam something into it. You bite down hard on the wood – her hand finds yours. It doesn’t help the agony, but it provides some comfort. The pain dulls.

[25] The fresh wound begins to itch. Phantom feelings of fingers, of an arm. The table feels cold under your new appendage. You slump, relaxing as the pain fades away.

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What began as an ache turns into a thousand stabbing blades, digging into your chest and side. Throbbing deep into your flesh. Your muffled screams fill the operating room anew. Your new arm flails. Razor sharp edges forming from the malleable material. You try to bring it under control.

[5 vs. 8] Silas stumbles back with a cry of surprise as razor sharp claws attempt to rend him from gut to chin. He gulps, lucky to have been spared the wrath of your rogue appendage. You struggle against your bonds— H̶̛̠̩̲̭̗͋̍̐̑̈́̏̕͜͠ͅU̸͖̣̤̐̐̍̅̈́̀̃̔̉̅̊͠͠N̵̰̿͊̌G̵̢̜͖̹̭̗̟͘E̶̦̯̼̥̦̹͗͋̎́̂̋̽̓̚͝͝R̶̳̭͓̣̳̻̟̣͋͂̽̋̎̿̃͂̄̋͝

[27][30][30] And then you take a deep breath. You clench your teeth. You focus. It is a great strain to still the raging beast within the new limb. It writhes and it struggles and squirms with the bestial hunger you know all too well. You assert your dominance over it with a twofold strategy. First: you bludgeon it with your identity, with your mental strength and fortitude. Then, as it rages against you -- you cut the flow of nutrients and oxygen in those veins. Its flailing weakens. Then it stills, dying.

You repeat this process as Silas and Ava look on in stunned silence.

Feelings flood from the limb, and you flex the new muscle. A lingering voice urges you to consume everyone in the room, but you silence it. You silence it just as you silence the voices that tell you to flood the room with chlorine or rip the organs out of everyone here until their iron rich blood paints the room in burgundy…until it drips from your maw… IMPALE!

Hush.

You reach over with your new arm, ripping away the restraints, ripping away the nullifying bracelets. You rise from the slab. As soon as the cheap bracelets fall to the floor your wings burst free. Attendants and your retinue scrambles. Machines are moved – and your great billowing wings of hydrogen stretch wide over the room.

You approach the chunk of SEED plating. Somebody calls your name, but you ignore them.

You study your new limb in the mirror-like finish of the dull gray metal. New muscle of grey and silver bulge and grow. It covers your shoulder in organic growth, long tendrils reaching across your lithe chest. Sharp razors of iron and nanite jut from the tentacle. It only resembles a human arm in that from your palm grow five sharp talons in the place of fingers. A small reactor hums with energy in the upper arm, and a laser array sits within your wrist.

[36] Drawing your will into your flesh, you reform it. The talons dull into five fingers. You drag them along the ancient metal and cannot help but smile as you trace the cold surface. You can feel the lack of heat. You can feel the material as it hums beneath your fingers.

You spot a large tank of hydrogen gas and rip it apart with your willpower

[20][18][32] You condense hydrogen into a ball of volatile plasma centered around the SEED’s hull metal. Nothing happens for the first ten thousand degrees. Then the cascade begins. You focus the immense heat and energy back in on itself until it glows. The metal sits suspended, held in place by gravitational forces.

[22][25][33] The room remains at a bearable temperature, but blood drips from your eyes, ears, and mouth. It takes all your focus not to lose control of this tiny star, not to wipe Stormmont from the face of this planet. The metal begins to turn red then white. It separates and rises to the surface of the hydrogen, dulling the color. You make minute adjustments to the ball of super-hot gas and metal – a nudge of the gravity the ball is producing, a transfer of energy from one section to another. All to prevent the superheated metal from flying out and exploding.

What shape should the metal take around the tentacle that is your arm?

((Level up. Bah-bah-bah-dun!))

[King Zultan]

Lets just make it arm shaped, I mean can't we change the way it looks later?

[Naturegirl1999]

I think this will be permanent, also I’m thinking the talons will make fighting easier

[ZBridges]

Your will is legend, Phoenix.  Use this new power wisely.

Something arm-shaped seems appropriate.  Maybe etched with a pattern of flames or a symbol representing SEED?

[King Zultan]

I mean if we can we might as well make it as fancy as possible.

[Naturegirl1999]

Your will is legend, Phoenix.  Use this new power wisely.

Something arm-shaped seems appropriate.  Maybe etched with a pattern of flames or a symbol representing SEED?

Yes, a symbol sounds good, something representing Pheonix

I mean if we can we might as well make it as fancy as possible.

So long as the fanciness doesn’t interfere with functionality. What kind of fanciness modifications are you thinking?

[VoidSlayer]

Flames seem better, don't want to be held too closely to SEED if you decide to change dogma later.

I would recommend making heavier plating near the hand or forearm in order to block attacks more effectively then the rest of the arm.

Also seems like all our bickering and mad ideas helped in the end, she could certainly shut the plague beast mind up, ha.  Also I guess welcome plague beast you are welcome to chat if you can be civil!  That was a joke.

[19_EgarAlnis]

[22][16][21] Reality twists itself to your whim. You reach into the ball of fire with your new arm, and even though your control you can feel the rising heat. But you do not flinch, you do not falter, as you manipulate the miniature sun. Colder areas accumulate the metal around your new limb, and you grit your teeth as the cooling metal wraps itself around your new flesh. You introduce striations shaped like rising flame, like the rising phoenix and thicken the plating upon the dorsal of your hand, upon the forearm.

[33][26][4][35] As you vent the temperature, a gust of burning hot wind and radiation scorches your flesh and burns its way across your chest. Metal splatters across your chest, burning you to the bone, but you grit your teeth and focus on your work. Vents work overtime to dissipate the heat and the attendants flee as the room's temperature spikes. But through the pain you keep the reaction under control. The sun cools to an inferno, then a spark. The heavy metal hisses and clinks upon your arm.

Safe now, you drop to your knees, fighting the vertigo of starvation and the damage to your logic processors. The Thornton siblings approach. Emma wraps a coat around you -- and beats out the fire that sprouts when it touches the burning hot metal of your new arm. You rest for a while only looking up as radiation shielded attendants rush in with fire extinguishers and water.

William has to carry you to a decontamination room. Emma protests. She carries you to your medical wing. You drift to sleep as soon as you hit the soft bed.


[5]

Blood. Blood and iron. It clogs your senses, and you try to swallow against it. But there is no relief. It pounds in your ears, in your heart, in your chest.

It only fades when pineapple and pepper flood your nose and throat. You choke, struggling to breathe against the noxious vapors.

Rage. Anger. Pain. Fear.

...you are a swirling cloud of chlorine gas that sends 'Crusaders' to their graves as you stroll through the town. Your respirator hisses as you look upon your fallen foes with the innocent delight of a job well done...

...you sit in a tree and nibble on a ration pack. During a pause, you look out over a field of Crusader corpses impaled on savage strands of razor-edged wires...and you cannot help but grin with savage joy...

...A figure approaches you. His face is wrapped in a cloth stained with blood streaming from his eyes, his ears, his nose. He smells of urine -- you pay him no mind until the cutter blade rips into your chest and out your back.


...One of these pathetic 'Crusaders' rises back to his feet. You already ripped away his arm, but he still struggles. Like a worm on a hook. He sways and pitches forward. You laugh -- overlooking the las-gun he angles towards you. That is, until your head and torso explode into red mist.



[4] You scrub at your eyes with your new hand -- and your flesh bruises from your accidental over-application of force.

Spoiler: Status (click to show/hide)

Pheobe Gainer
Titles:
-Mother 'Pheonix' [Pheonix's Fortress-State, Religion of SEED (McCreary's Planet)]
-Fire-Blooms-Flowers [Outlanders (McCreary's Planet)]
-Patches [Twelve Clans of Old Skarin (McCreary's Planet)]
Local Time: [0115] 2/2/2011


Your left arm is a blackish-gray implant of custom creation. The ancient metal is splattered across the left of your chest, and tentacles of black, organic flesh stretch across your pectoral.
Laterally, across your chest, is an ugly scar.
Speckling your androgynous face and scattered across your body are wavy chemical burn scars.
Across your face's right cheek is a wide, wavy chemical burn scar.
The rusty red of scarified iron marks your entirety, following arterial lines.

Your hair is hydrogen blue, wavelength 486.1nm, hanging to your shoulders.
 
Cohesion: 80%
You are full
Nanofeast satiation: Six meals (6x10,000kcal)
[WILLPOWER NULLIFIED: 50%]

Spoiler: Inventory (click to show/hide)

Neck: Nullification Collar. [Ornate]
Feet: Woolen socks(hidden)
Torso:A fitted grey shirt with long, tight sleeves.
Lower Body: New grey semi-formal, military-style pants.

Spoiler: Powers and Skills (click to show/hide)

Max Willpower Linear Distance: [55 meters]
Max Willpower Diameter: [55 meters]
Willpower Level: 4 [Demigod] ((40))
Control Level: 1 ((1d))

Sustained Powers:

Overload: Trained
Bird of Sol's Reign: Great
Light of Sol: Novice
Conquerer's Aura: Initiated
-Voice of the Queen: Initiated
Inferno : Great
-Hydrogen Embolism: Novice, Horrifying
- Slayer's Blade : Initiated
-- Slayer's Shotgun : Initiated
- Controlled Fusion Reaction : Initiated
- Uncontrolled Fusion Reaction : Initiated
Healing Factor: Qualified
- endurance Boost: Amateur.
-Strength Boost: Initiated.
Energy Manipulation: General Novice.
- Energy Manipulation: Lightning Novice.
Matter Manipulation: Silicon:: Experienced
-Silicon Sunder: Amateur
Matter Manipulation: Iron: Amateur
Matter Manipulation: Chlorine: Amateur
Skill: Charisma: Apprentice
Skill: Attrition Warfare: Apprentice
Skill: Marksmanship: Proficient

Spoiler: Wealth (click to show/hide)

Array

Spoiler: Contracts (click to show/hide)

Cephie Lavoisier's Verbal Oath
One owed Favor: Ashley 'Ashes' Sol
Contract with the Retributionist's Valhol' Pirates, AKA the Twelve Clans of Old Skarin

Spoiler: Ties (click to show/hide)

Grandmother(adopted): Mother Nicole Gainer
--Contactable in Person
--High Influence with Scholars, Crusaders, the Thornton Family

Ruled Nation: Pheonix's Holy Fortress-State
A dominant power on McCreary's Planet, despite its new foundation. Currently pursuing a policy of aggressive reclamation.
-Ruled by a council, headed by yourself.
-Theocratic Dictatorship
-The citizens revere you as their new God.
--Contactable in by Datapad.

Organization: The Children of SEED
Nine individuals, with the minds of automata and the bodies of men and women. Their very presence grates on your nerves.
--Contactable in person, or by radio.

Organization: The Thornton Family
--Contactable through Emma
--High Influence within Steelworks 9 Region
--Subservient to you

Organization: Thornton Warmachines
A complement of hulking Thornton soldiers turned into cybernetically augmented heavy-duty infantry. Equipped with fusion reactor based las-gun assault rifles, Inferno Shotguns, super thick armor, and technicians standing by. They are also equipped with inter and intra-squad radio communicators.
--Lead by William Thornton

Organization: The Crew of Retributionist's Valhol, the Twelve Clans of Old Skarin
A motley collection of nearly three hundred pirates, who have crashlanded in the Outlands some thousand years ago. They are a representative populist enterprise.
--Lead by Captain Murdach Valhol.
--Contactable by Empyreal Communication Relay Network

Organization: The Outlander Khaganate.
A patchwork empire of city-states, nations and kingdoms beyond the Holy Land's borders. The largest and strongest nation on McCreary's planet. Kept in check by fear of the superweapons that the Holyland posses. Currently allied with the Holyland, but the assassination of the previous Khan by Rekhyt will cause issues.
--Lead by Khan Rekhyt Samkrend.

Potential Husband, Threat: Rekhyt Samkrend/Khudal Cityclan
An Outlander Khan. The third child of Khaganate Samkrend. A sharp wit and a sharper blade.
--Contactable in person


Servant, Friend?, Occasional Lover: Cephie Laviosier.
An Ascended under contract to you for the next twelve years. She manipulates carbon and carbon-based structures.
--Contactable in person, or instant message

Mercenary: Murdach Valhol
Captain of the Retributionist's Valhol
Leader of the Twelve Clans of Old Skarin.
--Contactable by Empyreal Communication Relay Network

Ally, Subservient: William Thornton
Leader of the Thornton Family of Businessmen.
--Contactable in person, or by radio.
--High influence within the Thornton Mercenaries
--High influence within The Thornton Family
--Feared within Steelworks 9 Region

Personal Scientist, Ally: Silas Thornton
--High influence within The Thornton Family

Consort, Annoying Oracle: Emma Thornton
--Contactable in person, or by radio.
--High influence within The Thornton Family

Pet, Threat: Mitch, the Barker
A bristly furred, stubby faced hellion of a canine that will possibly mutate in the future. His fur is a rusty red, mixed with brownish gray. His eyes are starting to be tinged with bright, electric blue.
-10/50 Obedience
-?/50 Affection
-5/50 Respect

Spoiler: Map (click to show/hide)

Spoiler: Holdings (click to show/hide)

Pheonix's Fortress-State (McCreary's Planet)
Theocractic Dictactorship
Capital: Fortress City of Stormmont
Population: 4*10^6
Military: One (1) Corps of Active Duty Hover Craft Deployed Crusaders (Baseline, Mark 1, Hardened){Stationed in Stormmont, Fortified}
Three (3) Corps of Active Duty Defense Militias (Baseline, Mark .5){Stationed in SEED Holy Land, Fortified}
One (1) Corps of Active Duty Hover Craft Deployed Crusaders (Baseline, Mark 1, Hardened){Stationed in SEED Holy Land, Fortified}
One (1) Corps Reserve Crusaders (Baseline, Mark 1, Underequipped){Stationed in Stormmont, Fortified}
One (1) Company of Thornton Warmachines (Baseline, Mark ~1, Hardened Veterans){Currently Fighting in Steelworks Number Nine}
Commodities of Note: Nutrient Bar Rations [Food Stuffs] (equilibrium), Hydrogen Fuel Supplies (deficit), Medical Supplies (equilibrium), Consumer Goods (deficit), Electronics (deficit), Steel (equilibrium), Bioplastics (deficit), Chemicals (surplus), Luxury goods (low deficit), Alchoholic Beverages (surplus), Slug Weapons (deficit), Beetle Products (glut)
Quality of life: Food, clean water, lighting, sanitation, universal literacy, universal healthcare, universal higher education, lack of culture, lack of luxury, religious restrictions, and lack of universal rights
Population Morale: Medium
Government Legitimacy: Moderate.
Economy: Non-existant, survival focus
Territories:  SEED Holy Land
Ethnic Groups of Note: Thornton Family Group (Unified, Loyal, Criminal), Hoganson Family Group (Unified, Remnants), Sandsper Family, (Unified, Criminal, ? ? ?), Twenty Minor Families(Unified, Criminal), Western Outlanders (Remnants, ? ? ?), Eastern Outlanders (Twenty Clans, ? ? ?)

[ZBridges]

We've lost a few days of precious time.  I would recommend getting up to speed quickly with this new arm of yours.  After that, we should attempt to locate the source of the Plague's power, perhaps using the aerial photography to trace the origin of the nanites.  Once the source is destroyed, if that only cripples it rather than kills it, the existing nanites should fall to the explosion.

It's no good to only destroy the nanites that have already been generated if it can just generate more.  Perhaps we'll find that the explosion isn't even necessary.