Mass Craft

Heya guys, just posting this before I forget! Still writing SHP, but I had some project I wanted to share with you. This is a Worm/Starcraft/Mass Effect story I had in mind. It's basically an SI that get thrown in the body of Jane shepard by some ROB demon girl to prove that she too can enter the family business.

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Prologue

I waited on the side of the dirty road aboard the MAKO ND1 Nomad, playing with an higher dimensional equation; something required to understand the setting in which I had been dropped, that was Worm. I was given so much to be able to survive here that it was unreal.

Believe me, having the knowledge and understanding of two galaxies dumped into my head had been a harrowing experience. Almost as bad as dying had been; feeling your consciousness leave you as your body became colder, the slow process making it even more terrifying.

Then waking up in darkness and to a sexy and geeky librarian demoness promising me love, powers and immortality if I helped her prove a point to one of her sisters hadn’t been my idea of an afterlife. Fortunately, she and I were familiar with the idea of jumpchains, waifu catalogs and being isekaied.

I was given powers, knowledge, skills, advantages and perks to reshape a reality and make it an awesome adventure to watch. Being turned into entertainment for a ROB wasn't so bad as it came with so many things I wouldn't give back for anything such as my new body and memories. Lilith, my patron merged my soul with another, one Jane Shepard and placed me into the redhead’s body. Then she modified it, enabling me to become a superhuman of a sort, at least at the level of a silver age supergirl. My brain was also enhanced enough to contain all the technology, skills and knowledge from Mass Effect and StarCraft. I was simultaneously biotic and psionic.

I had my own pocket dimension mimicking a cosmic warehouse with all it entailed, it was able to contain my workshop, efficient storage space, miscellaneous rooms filled with technology and all the amenities of modern life, the security inside was incredible and it was only available to me and my two companions. I say companion but those two have basically become my wives after passing all those months preparing for the wormverse with me. Fortunately, I was sure Lilith hadn't used any stamping shenanigans, I may like to read waifu catalogs shit, but having it done to real people wouldn't sit well with me.

No baby, no magical love at first sight thing; I seduced and won over Miranda and Nova fair and square. It was afternoon and I was getting bored, I'd been staking this road out since this morning.

With a Beep Beep my proximity alarm alerted me that the vehicle I was waiting for was coming. It was a recent model, one of those Volvo V50 family cars that a woman might buy. I watched as the vehicle passed when suddenly a red car came at high speed and collided with the Volvo.

"It's showtime!" I put on my Umbra visor, hiding half of my face, took the medical field kit and exited the MAKO that became visible, exiting cloaking mode.

Running, I arrived at the site of the crash, not bothering with the vehicle which had crashed with the Volvo. I took the driver side door's handle of the blue Volvo in hand and pulled on it; my super strength ripping it off its hinges. Inside was a willowy bespectacled dark haired woman who was bleeding out and unconscious. My omnitool manifested and with my omni-blade I cut her seatbelt, getting her out of the vehicle.

Placing the woman’s body on the asphalted ground, I examined her and ripped off her long dress,  exposing her legs and found that she had broken legs and a perforated femoral artery. Quickly, I took my medical field kit in hand and popped open the case. I took a handful of medigel and anointed it on the dark haired woman’s wound. I lamented the fact that I didn’t yet have the resources to fabricate a Caduceus reactor, if I had one, I would be able to heal this woman by inducing a bit of regeneration. Before my eyes, the medigel pulled the wound closed and that was that. But just in case I ran a diagnostic on her with my omnitool, her two legs were broken, she had contusion and a concussion.

I immediately called 911.

"911, what's your emergency?" A feminine voice clearly enunciated.

"This is independent hero Battletech. There's been a car accident at ...." I fired the address and told the call-taker what I did to save the woman’s life.

"What about the other driver, Ma'am?"

*Oops, I had almost forgotten about him.* Coughing, I said, "I scanned him with my medical scanner, he is fine, but he has a concussion as well, but he is already moving. Should I stop him from leaving?"

"If you could."

I took my special prototype EMP pistol and fired it at the man's car hood. Killing all the electronics in the man's car, through my telepathy I felt that he was about to leave, something about his insurance being shot. "You stay here you asshole!" I shouted.

After this, I waited for the paramedics to arrive. I wasn't surprised to see the PRT and a Protectorate hero accompanying them. As I watched the EMTs worked, Miss Militia accosted me.

"We meet again, Battletech." The Kurdish accent was slight and her tone serious.

Turning toward her, I greeted Militia with a mock salute. "Hello, Militia. Why is the PRT and Protectorate involved in a simple car crash?"

Militia sighed, her pistol changing form into a combat knife with sheath at her belt. "When we learned that you were involved, we…"

I rolled my eyes, of course Militia didn't notice with the Umbra visor in the way. "You scrambled and immediately came here. Why?" I asked nonchalantly.

I watched as the EMTs were loading the woman into their vehicle with the help of a stretcher. And with that I was finally free to stop worrying about Annette Hebert, I had saved her life, the medigel was ready in time. My month of work to get the medigel right was finally bearing fruit for my continuous mission to save Earth Bet. But just in case I would have Nova protect her at the hospital, the Simurgh might try again to get Annette.

Militia answered hesitantly. "You have been really hard to get a hold of and we have questions…" Her dark green eyes bored into me, as if accusing me of something.

Putting my hands on my waist and taking a swaggering pose I asked, "What about? I have cooperated with the PRT as much as I can and went through your power testing thing." But only showed them a bit of biotic abilities and the mass effect tinkering that didn't require eezo.

"It's about the merchants and the apprehension of their leadership." She said as she trained her suspicious gaze on me.

I didn't flinch, and I'd like to say that I stayed cool as a cucumber but facing the heroine felt like I was getting court martialed. I knew what it felt like, the Jane part of me had been there. "That wasn’t me, but seeing as they are gone now, I don't see the problem." I lied.

When I had arrived a year ago with the girls, Miranda and I had opened a pharmaceutical company and had opened a factory to support my company, Cerberus enterprise and its think-tank, most of my assets had been in Boston and I had wanted to set up shop here in Brockton. The first thing I had done in Brockton was to squash Coil like the bug he was and to throw his body into the ocean for the fishes, he hadn't had the time to build his base as he had just been setting up, but I had taken over Fortress construction, had expanded my business and I had thought that all I had to worry about was the ABB and E88.

However lately my little businesses such as my hobby shops, bar-restaurants and pharmacies had gotten attacked, the convoy of shipments for my pharmaceutical company waylaid. Nova and Miranda's investigation found the culprits and it was galling to me that I had neglected the junkies and worms for brains.

The merchants had been threatening my businesses and my employees, so I had decided to do away with them and Nova and I had gone to destroy their leadership, stash house, drugs and weapons in one fell swoop two days ago, leaving the money for the police. We didn't need any blood money as one of the perks given to me was being a billionaire with my own company at my beck and call.

Miss Militia scowled, she was really pretty when she was angry; too bad she was so straight laced and straight. "You are the only one with functional cloaking technology and the ballistics analysis on the crime scene show that mass driver weaponry was used…"

I faked outrage and raised my right index finger. "Just because I use those doesn't mean…"

Her eyes narrowed and she gave me a disappointed expression that made my Jane side quiver. I liked the woman, she was one of the heroes who had vouched for me when I debuted in the cape scene. With my black on black tactical stealth suit I looked rather villainous and my trigger happy attitude inherited from my paragade Jane side didn't endear me a lot to Piggott and the Mayor. "Fine, yes. It was me… but I killed no one, so you can't take me in or some such…" I glared back at her. "You are lucky I like you, MM."

Militia chuckled darkly. "That’s why Piggot sent me, you would have just distracted Armsmaster with a shiny new toy and made him forget why he was here."

*Shit they were onto me!* I smirked, then shrugged at the heroine. "The guy is so easily led astray, is he still speaking with his Canadian girlfriend?"

The Kurdish woman's eyes sparkled with amusement. "And now you are trying to deflect with gossip."

Sigh. So today was just pure business, huh. "What are your questions?"

They were simple, 'Why did I take out the merchants? ' or 'Do I intend to rock the boat more?' I knew that it was Piggott asking from the tone of the question. And my omnitool had detected the signal carrying the communication.

"Not for now, I had to take out the low hanging fruit as they were hurting everyone. It's okay to drug yourself and that's your decision, but forcing drugs on kindergarteners or mothers trying to get by? It had to stop, so I took them out." I also found a drugged up Sherrel Bailey tied to a bed and who wasn't yet turned into Squealer. But let’s not speak of that, Miranda and I had plans for her.

Then the discussion devolved into business about acquiring my cloaking technology and weapons. I refused, said goodbye to Militia and cloaked. Walking back to the invisible MAKO, thinking about how opportunistic the PRT was. I sent a recording of the conversation to Miranda. As I settled myself in the vehicle, my onboard computer intercepted a 911 call about Empire capes attacking the Docks.

"There’s no rest for the wicked." I said starting the vehicle.