Chapter 8-2 Heat

Chapter 8-2 Heat

+Attention all subjects, stay indoors; vacate the streets. This is a category-one warning. All subjects who fail to comply will be marked and scheduled for a detailed scan at later date.

Repeat: please return indoors and vacate the streets.+

-Exorcist Public Thoughtcast, Yuulden-Yang Sovereignty

8-2

Heat

+Jaus. What in the rash-spreading fuck did I let you do?+



Draus mind was boiling. She was mad at him. Furious. But the cleaving wounds she beheld of the spectators lingered, dancing shadows in her mind. Torn by his recklessness and stunned by the blow he struck, two pressures worked within her, one of survival, desiring to flee, the other more a flicker, its heat a dormant want rekindled.

As I said, the Woundshaper hummed, this one is of a like.

In the moments it took him to shroud the aerovec containing his companions, the Exorcists arrived. Their coming blotted what little light trickled down from the hexagonal maws leading out of the gutters, through the threshold of Layer One. The glint of the first drone fell, a silver teardrop with wisps of hair trailing in its wake.

Avo knew the design of Tadpole drones well, both in chassis and locus. They possessed nothing in the way of ranged capabilities, but that had never been the purpose of their design; lethality stood counter to the Paladin ethos, their oaths to protect above all else.

The three whip-thin tendrils of a Tadpole were charged with a bio-tuned electro-synaptic currentits design a gift from Voidwatch after a particular brutal riot some two centuries prior. Capable of extending for a full mile each, each Tadpole was capable of breaking riots, while the metafluidic cell that comprised the underside of the drones mercury-coated shell could hold more than a dozen temporary prisoners.The initial posting of this chapter occurred via Ñøv€l-B!n.

They came, drones numbering in the thousands, as a sudden torrent after the first. The flood of their shapes darted out, undulating as they curved along the undersize of Layer One, slithering into the glitching error codes that should have manifested the face of a false sky.

As if stormclouds, they expanded, their flashing eyes peering across the entirety of the Sovereignty.

Fast as their response time was, this was but the first step. The drones were to secure the premises of the Crucibleand beyond.

And so they went, digging through the bloodsoaked plasticrete of the Ultimart Avo left in his wake, ignorant to the unnatural gusts of rising wind brushing past their quarantine, whistling its way toward the chasm which parted Mazzos Junction from Burners Way.

Mere minutes into channeling the canons of his Galeslither, Avo knew it would be torture should he ever lose this Heaven.

Never in his life had traversal been so convenient, transportation so easy.

Circling within his Galeslither, the Zephyr-make aerovehicle spun and tumbled, shaking from the turbulence. Avo kept his winds as calm as he could, but the nature of his being was a thing of coiling storms, ever twisting in torque and motion.

Checking his DeepNav, he saw a line of errors twisted across traffic. The lanes and arteries were bending. Some pathways even seemed to curve and crumple as if they were lines on a paper, folding toward one another.

Over from Draus mind, he heard Kae mutter a question, the tang of her worry flowing through.

+Paladins,+ Draus said. The tension inside her grew thicker. +Godsdamned rotlick drew out the Paladins.+

Rising past the gulf of Layer One, the Spine they beheld was not the same one they descended.

The totality of local space seemed to have fissured, for one, cracked down the middle with a fractal of mem-code errors, his feed unable to stitch the spatial wound into something his mind could conceptualize.

Geometry twisted at the four corners, folding traffic lanes and structures once vectored to each other horizontally to vertically. The breakage seemed to flow unnaturally, spreading down in a crawl, anchored on the reaching limbs of its further crevasses, a metaphorical spider near-half the size of a megablock.

It wasnt until the fissures began to inch down the skin of existence that Avo understood what he was looking at.

+Planescrawler,+ Avo thought. Across the session, Draus mind chimed with familiarity. She knew this titan-class golem. Knew it well. But that was as far as her mind went. She refused to think of it anymore, of the war and regrets left unwatered in her past.

A planescrawler wasnt a rare sight in the Upper Tiers, but in the Warrens, the appearance of a Guild-pattern mobile-spatial platform echoed the markings of the Fourth Guild War, of the Low Masters Uprising.

Those present didnt even need to listen to the thoughtcast to know what was being requested; it didnt take much to convince their departure from the streets and skies.

Running half as long as a megablock and only a tenth as thick, the crack moved as if the fractured lines of a broken mirror instilled with the essence of a serpent. Uncountable ghosts bled from the clefts of the planescrawler like gout, their signatures bound to varying loci on the other side.

Avo remembered doing dives on such a platform with Walton once. A month-long job, the success of which still dwarfed his comprehension to the present. Without his father, he would have surely been lost within the district-sized labyrinths which comprised each of the crawlers gargantuan loci.

An ill thought arose. His father. His father, who still had surviving alternatesparted reflections of his person, if the node could be trusted.

As it stood, each of them was still operating in the city, every one Avos better in his chosen craft.

The presence of the planescrawler loomed like a giant about to tread on an anthill. It wasnt what made Avo wary. That was the problem with having such a mass of ghosts: they shone like a miniature sun in the Nether, making stealth an impossibility.

No. It was the other Waltons that Avo thought of as he peered into the spatial fissures. He didnt see them coming. And they certainly had the skill to strip him of choice again.

He blinked. Spoke to all of them. Linked with one.

The Regulars expression darkened. She lowered her head. You keep your mask on?

He grunted. Holocoat. Shifted into the Galeslither

Fuck, Draus growled, her voice sounding a toneless snarl. She took a step forward. Reflexively, Kae took a step back, blanching. Avo held still, unfearing the approach of the Regular. He smiled instead, fangs wide as he found himself bemused by their inverted position: the Regular was attacking while the ghoul held firm.

What, she said, coming to a stop right below his jaw, the fuck kind of Frame job has you revealin that youre a Godclad?

Was she trying to shame him? He felt no shame. Felt only satisfaction from new flavors discovered. Dont know its me. Didnt show them my nature. Hid my work well on the locus as well.

Draus nodded. It took Avo a moment to realize the action was sarcastic. Well, hells. How bout it, Kae? He hid it well. She spat. There arent that many Fallwalkers playin in the Warrens and gutters? You wanna know why, Avo?

Compact, Avo said. New Vultun Compact. Terms of Individual Sovereignty Rights.

Nevermind that legal shit. Im talkin actual details. You wanna know why?

He shrugged. Tell me.

You. Are. Takin. Lives. From. The. Guilds. She glared. Lets put aside how you mightve fucked both me and Kae first. Your little flipping the board mightve flipped us under it. Mirrorheads gonna be lookin out now. Squirrly half-strands probably thinkin Fallwalkers out gunning for his Frame. Might just cut and run if were not lucky. So, well be dealin with that real soon.

She continued. The Scalpersll definitely know somethins up. If they assume, probablyll think its Mirrorhead himself. But the gutter war is on, however that goes. They already got hit twice, and hit hard. Theyre bleedin into the water, and if they dont hit Conflux back some gangers or rivals might just decide nows the time to make a run at them. The Column... She paused breathing in through her nose as she slouched, deep in thought. Fuck knows what the Columns gonna do. Rivers probably gonna pop a vessel.

That was the wrong thing for Draus to say if she wanted to dissuade him. If Green River was going to be inconvenienced by such attention, Avo was of a mind to do an unmasked interview on New Vultun Sunrise.

Can turn chaos to our advantage. Use Chambers to feed false information to Mirrorhead. Tell him that Im

Its not about the plannin anymore, Draus said, interrupting him. Its about trust. Workin together. Bein able to execute a plan and see things done

He leaned down, cutting her off as well. Happy.

She paused, frowning.

He continued. You were happy watching those nullings. Three-hundred-thousand. Four by the end. Could be. But you liked it. Me. Hurting the watchers. Gutting a Syndicate the way you never can. He turned his head and looked down at her. Envy? Just jealous that Im doing more damage. Winning the war where you could only do battle?

Draus scoffed. We aint winnin shit. Were down here in the bowels beneath the actual city tryin come up with a plan to snuff some exiled Chivalric Guilder-boy to fulfill our vendetta. She eyed him. Or at least that was why were here. Was. You still want to kill him. But it aint hate you have for him. Nah. Thats hunger. And it aint just the beast. You just want his parts. His burn.

Yes, Avo said, inching closer to Draus. Power is choice. Power is to understand. Feel. Everything else chosen. Slave. Ninth Column. Guilds. Syndicate. Waltthe Low Masters. All give shackles. Wont wear them. Not again. My path now. Mine!

Part of him wanted her to strike him. Something that would give him a good and flavorful reason to kill her. The rest wanted her with him still. A want crept up inside him, the Woundshaper giving it a voice. We will not find her like amongst the detritus of this city again. Should you strip her of life, know that the fuel she offers is the same as that of the basest slave. She offers more than mere amusement, master. Understanding. She understands. Rare, such a thing is.

He blinked. Mercy?

Draus frowned. You talkin to that thing inside you?

Thing? Part with my previous words: kill her. This partling knows nothing of respect.

Its talking to me, Avo said. Gives advice. Shares memories. Knowledge.

The Regular sighed. She shut her eyes. Shit. I should've never let you do this

The beast roared inside Avo at her words. He hissed, involuntarily. You dont let me do anything. I choose. I decided. I am Godclad.

Her expression remained unchanged. You dont look like youre choosing much of anythin to me, consang. She tilted her past him. He followed her eyes. She was looking at a needle: The pointed end of a joy elixir.

A building heat swirled inside his guts. He flexed and unflexed his claws. She was calling him a slave to his nature, saying that he was an addict. Wrong. You dont understand. Dont see.

I see plenty

Then why are you alive? Avo asked. Can kill you. Kill almost anyone here.

Nothing. Not a hint of fear from her. Regulars were no strangers to death, but something in Avo wondered if she was even more unshakable than the others of her kind.

Kaes voice cut into their conversation. Its call-called the False Apotheosis.

Avo turned to her.

I-I think thats whats affecting affecting you right now.