After finishing the files in his hand, Rick frowned. The information he had at hand didn’t quite track with the sensations he was feeling. Ever since he had woken from his coma, he’d had an idea of how to use his blessing, almost like there was someone whispering in the back of his mind. It left him unsettled, and unsure of who to trust in his inner circle.“Leave me,” he calmly said after closing the last folder in the stack.“Yes, shepherd,” Katrina said, then everyone left the room. Katrina had a spring in her step, the thugs didn’t have much in their heads at the best of times, and the doctor could only wipe the cold sweat from his brow and practically sprint out of the room.Once the door closed, Rick leaned back in his chair, getting comfortable, and focused on the little voice in the back of his mind. It led him into a trance and most of the colors in his world faded away, leaving everything in shades of purple again.Time slowly passed as Rick sought the state he was in when h
‘So she doesn’t remember what I made her do at all,’ Rick thought as he opened his eyes, returning to his purple world. He had tested many things on Katrina and she seemed to have no recollection of anything she’d done under his control, despite all the things he’d made her do to herself.The only test that had failed was the one where he attempted to take control of a single body part, but he wasn’t sure why. Taking over her entire body had been simple, like putting on new clothes, so why would he be incapable of taking over individual body parts? He wasn’t sure, but he felt it was likely because he lacked the fine control necessary to do so. Thus, more training and experimentation was in order.Gaaathheeeeeeeerrrrr ffffaaaaaaiiiiiithhhh,§ the voice in the back of his mind chanted, but Rick only had the vaguest idea of how to go about that.When he’d looked down at his body and noticed that the thread connecting him to Katrina had slightly dimmed, and the pulses of light had decrease
‘I hate it! Fuck my life... my dad died to a supervillain for nothing! He wanted to join the empire from the beginning but mom said no. But after he died, she couldn’t run to the recordkeepers to apply for citizenship fast enough. Dumb bitch!’Rick had found himself in the mind of a teenage boy. He listened to the stream of consciousness for a while and learned what the boy and his family had gone through over the past few weeks. Not only had the kid’s mother’s refusal to join the empire driven a wedge between her and her husband, one that they’d even been contemplating divorce over, but his girlfriend’s family had also chosen to join the empire during the first amnesty period. The boy blamed his mother for the resulting breakup as well.All of his rage had been directed toward his mother, but then one day he’d had a thought. If the empire had the power to enforce the law on rogue supervillains, why did they ignore the havoc that’d been wrought among the people who waived their imperi
‘So physical sensations don’t translate when I’m just a passenger,’ Rick thought. The young man—no, Rick’s test subject—was laying on the ground, groaning in pain and choking on blood from a punctured lung, not to mention the host of other broken bones in his body beyond the ribs. But Rick didn’t feel a thing, marking it a successful, though dangerous, test.Looking at the thread of belief stretching off into the distance, he saw no changes in it. After briefly considering a test involving what happens if he was a passenger in a body when it died, he discarded the idea as the test was simply too dangerous. With a thought, he willed his consciousness to begin the arduous journey back to his own body, leaving one last sentence behind for the boy.“You’ve worked hard. Rest now, and if you survive this, I’ll visit you again,” he said, pushing it into the teenager’s mind with a few hundred pulses of light. Whether the boy heard it or not, he didn’t really care.When he returned to his own
Rick cleared his throat, bringing the attention of the others in the meeting room to him. “It’s time we begin our comeback. A lot of our previous plans need to be scrapped, but some should still be doable with some modifications, thanks to the unexpected blessings descending on us. I’ve brought myself up to date on our situation over the past week, so we don’t need to go over that and can immediately get to work on plans for the future,” he said.“Can you tell us what your blessing is, shepherd? If we’re to come up with new plans or modify existing ones based on blessings, we need to know what yours is,” the strategist asked. While he was telling the truth about that, he was also just as curious as everyone else in the room as to what exactly Rick could do now.“My blessing enables me to enter people’s minds, monitor their thoughts,” Rick answered, then his eyes flashed purple as he continued speaking through the threads of belief that connected him to his high-level confidants. “And
(Ed note: The title reference in this one is pretty obscure, so I’ll give it to y’all. Backstories is obvious, and “Ellies” refers to the 1998 Spielberg flop, “Deep Impact”, where they referred to an incoming meteor that would wipe out all of humanity by the name Ellie, which was code for ELE, or Extinction-Level Event.)Low Earth Orbit, stealth shuttle ESV-228-01.Jason Todd and Catherine O’Shaugnessy were reclining in seats in the small stealth vessel receiving final briefing updates for their upcoming task. Their mission: hunt down cult cells to the best of their abilities.And their abilities were certainly no joke.They would be heading to the Puget Sound area of Washington State, where they would take the identity of a newlywed couple moving to Harstine Island, an unremarkable, unincorporated, and very much out of the way island in the sound. Timothy Roberts and his wife Siobhan would settle down in Hartstene Pointe, a gated community on Harstine Island.Siobhan Roberts would ta
Timothy heard the hatch to the cargo hold hiss open and almost fumbled the atomic printer he was still holding in his hand. He paled and gingerly set it down, then turned around and saw his “wife” coming into the hold behind him.“Holy fuck, you startled me!” he exclaimed.Catherine was taken aback for a moment, thinking, ‘Aren’t reapers supposed to be hardcore badasses? Psh, a little door scared such a big man.’ Then, a mischievous grin crossed her face and she got a truly wicked idea.“Honey, I have a headache,” she said, slumping down to sit on the floor next to him. She leaned over and rested her head in his lap and practically purred at him. “Rub me?” she asked, blinking innocently and conveniently ignoring the fact that she was still wearing nothing but a sports bra and compression booty shorts. Timothy awkwardly fidgeted in place and didn’t know where to put his hands. There were so very, very many options, and not many of them were good. He poked her forehead and growled, “Fo
Seatac International Airport, Seatac, Washington.Two people, a man and a woman, walked out of the office in a private hangar, loaded with luggage. They called for a cart and headed to the charter terminal.“Hi, welcome to Seattle Helicopter Charter, where would you like to fly today?”Siobhan gave the woman at the desk a brilliant smile. “We’re just headed home from our honeymoon,” she said, taking Timothy’s arm. “So we’re headed to Oly, got anything headed our way today?”“Certainly, Mrs...?” the receptionist said, her manicured fingers resting on the keyboard waiting for Siobhan to give their information.“Mr. and Mrs. Timothy Roberts,” Siobhan glanced at the receptionist’s name tag and continued, “Dana.” She smiled again and, though she was absolutely straight, Dana felt her heart skip a beat and her face heat up a little bit.Nyxian honeypots were irresistible to everyone, and the receptionist was no exception.“Certainly, Mrs. Roberts,” Dana said, then lightly coughed to bring h