I told Jorlem out of thread, but I'll say it here, too. The intent was basically 'I don't need to wait for telemetry to cast the spell- just to fire it.' The post was edited for precision. I plan to rewrite that bit for SB, anyway.
I have plenty of time to change things, yes. I also already have plans for that incident. I also also need to spend a good bit of that time grinding XP to have a chance at being useful in 0075, and also^3 sent a TSAB admiral quite a bit of information on the future.
How much she changes the timeline can be expressed by (Desired End State - Unaltered End State)*Confidence in Me/TSAB Influence, roughly enough. She knows which stations of canon I want to change, and which ones should stay the same (since I do want Vivio to find her mamas), so we'll see how much of a butterfly she becomes.
Expect lots of OC enemies until StrikerS, followed by a bit of semi-pure canon, followed by things spiraling off the rails.
There will be plenty of snu-snu in this fic... all of it involving other people, behind closed doors, where I can't participate in it, or sense it in any way. There may or may not be landscaping afterward, but correlation shouldn't imply causation.
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"Tre? Cinque? What's your status?"
The windows that popped up were disheartening. My allies were in what looked like a T-shaped intersection, judging from the bits and pieces their com windows gave me. They were on the top line of the 'T', trading fire with a group of enemies at the bottom of the middle line- in this case, another hallway intersecting their own.
"Imma? Get in here! We're pinned down!" I get the feeling Cinque isn't too happy at the moment. Not going in there. Maybe I can do something from out here?
Staying calm (as only somebody not being fired upon usually can), I checked over the fortress, looking for purple dots. Purple dots... looks like third floor, right by a window. Can't see the enemies on Argus- that area's a bit too magically charged to pick them out. "Found you, but I don't have a good fix on your opponents. Can you give me a range and direction, please?"
Tre tried to lean around the corner, only to pull back immediately. "We can't. Their fire is too thick right now." Drat. Wonder if the hallway runs the length of the fortress? I could just go to the other end, and- "Just shoot through the window!" -feel like an idiot. Why didn't I think of that?
I grimaced, and lightly smacked myself upside the head. "Thanks, Cinque. Can't believe I didn't think of that." Dropping down below the window, I charged up a quick Arcane Bolt.
[Confirm Arcane Bolt set to non-lethal mode.]
[ORGANIC STUN ONLY.]
I grinned savagely. [Good.] A little more power to the Air Cutter raised me into position. "Move!"
The purple blips on my AR dashed to the sides. Once they were far enough away, well...
When the dust settled, I looked the scene over. Scratch one window. Wait- make that two windows... and was that a barricade? Two humans laid out there, anyway- and half a Mark I next to them. Not bad at- [ANOMALOUS SIGNATURES DETECTED AT 110 MARK 72] ...what?
Turning to the right, I looked up into the distance. Mark IIs? Three of them?! This could get dicey.
I was right. Things did get dicey.
My Unitarian Jihad Name is: Brother Atom Bomb of Courteous Debate. Get yours.
I've been writing a bit.
I have plenty of time to change things, yes. I also already have plans for that incident. I also also need to spend a good bit of that time grinding XP to have a chance at being useful in 0075, and also^3 sent a TSAB admiral quite a bit of information on the future.
How much she changes the timeline can be expressed by (Desired End State - Unaltered End State)*Confidence in Me/TSAB Influence, roughly enough. She knows which stations of canon I want to change, and which ones should stay the same (since I do want Vivio to find her mamas), so we'll see how much of a butterfly she becomes.
Expect lots of OC enemies until StrikerS, followed by a bit of semi-pure canon, followed by things spiraling off the rails.
There will be plenty of snu-snu in this fic... all of it involving other people, behind closed doors, where I can't participate in it, or sense it in any way. There may or may not be landscaping afterward, but correlation shouldn't imply causation.
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"Tre? Cinque? What's your status?"
The windows that popped up were disheartening. My allies were in what looked like a T-shaped intersection, judging from the bits and pieces their com windows gave me. They were on the top line of the 'T', trading fire with a group of enemies at the bottom of the middle line- in this case, another hallway intersecting their own.
"Imma? Get in here! We're pinned down!" I get the feeling Cinque isn't too happy at the moment. Not going in there. Maybe I can do something from out here?
Staying calm (as only somebody not being fired upon usually can), I checked over the fortress, looking for purple dots. Purple dots... looks like third floor, right by a window. Can't see the enemies on Argus- that area's a bit too magically charged to pick them out. "Found you, but I don't have a good fix on your opponents. Can you give me a range and direction, please?"
Tre tried to lean around the corner, only to pull back immediately. "We can't. Their fire is too thick right now." Drat. Wonder if the hallway runs the length of the fortress? I could just go to the other end, and- "Just shoot through the window!" -feel like an idiot. Why didn't I think of that?
I grimaced, and lightly smacked myself upside the head. "Thanks, Cinque. Can't believe I didn't think of that." Dropping down below the window, I charged up a quick Arcane Bolt.
[Confirm Arcane Bolt set to non-lethal mode.]
[ORGANIC STUN ONLY.]
I grinned savagely. [Good.] A little more power to the Air Cutter raised me into position. "Move!"
The purple blips on my AR dashed to the sides. Once they were far enough away, well...
When the dust settled, I looked the scene over. Scratch one window. Wait- make that two windows... and was that a barricade? Two humans laid out there, anyway- and half a Mark I next to them. Not bad at- [ANOMALOUS SIGNATURES DETECTED AT 110 MARK 72] ...what?
Turning to the right, I looked up into the distance. Mark IIs? Three of them?! This could get dicey.
I was right. Things did get dicey.
My Unitarian Jihad Name is: Brother Atom Bomb of Courteous Debate. Get yours.
I've been writing a bit.