Dark Destinies

Data Stealing

Some acquisition of information…

A nice jog

Tiz slowed to a cool down jog and made a few more laps around the 5th level of the base. That fucking mook had pissed her off pretty good and she’d been real close to finding out exactly how much damage her new gauntlets would do to the asshole. Instead she’d simply jacked him up a bit and let him know if he didn’t do as he was told, she’d slow roast his leg and feed it to that crazy ass lizard/bug Dr. still attached. Needless to say the smart mouthed little nerd got to work configuring the routers she would need later. She would of course have to thoroughly check his work and it wasn’t really saving her any time in the long run. But, she’d learn a few very important things about the little punk for having made him do it. 

She came around the corner and quickly dodged Kincaid on the way into his rooms. She didn’t quite get that guy. Okay let’s be real, she didn’t get any of them really. And she damn sure didn’t trust any of them. This little band of wanna be villains she’d managed to get tangled up with. They’d all been busted out of prison by the robot. And she used that term loosely, Iota was certainly more than just a robot. She’d busted them out, they’d retrieved the key to this base, entered it, and then everything had turned into a fucking shit show. A shit show with benefits mind you, but getting shot at by a giant fucking battle droid for lack of a better term definitely qualified as a shit show in Tiz’s book. The room had been blown all to shit and the pods along with it, releasing the powers that the crazy fucker that built this place had been storing like trophies. The getting shot at had sucked, the powers, that for whatever reason seem to be absorbed by her and her companions, not so much.

Tiz was quite happy with the powers. She could feel the electronics in her vicinity, and better yet, to some degree she could control them. This was going to be fun!! She’d pretty much been working them out every waking minute since she got them. There was a lot to be done around here. Everyone wanted her help with something. And they needed internet god damn it. She was fine with being busy, she loved this shit. It didn’t hurt that she was learning every electronic inch of this place inside and out. That little self-destruct hitch was mildly concerning, but she was pretty sure had that under control as long as it stayed powered.

Yeah, busy was good. It kept her from thinking about exactly what her new companions were capable of. She’d seen some amazing and fucking creepy shit already. Well, at least she had the camera feeds in most areas to let her know what they were up to, especially the Dr., that dude was just….yeah…no words. Her jog turns to a walk and she heads back to check on the mook before hitting the shower. It was gonna be another long day.

Selection of the Navajo Tribal Leader

Goodman's to-do list prior to selecting the new Navajo leader:

  • Take some of the gold and melt it down. Leave some in irregularly shaped nuggets of about 8 ounces each.
  • Take some other gold, add turquoise, fashion an expensive necklace.
  • Hoard the remaining gold for future use.
  • Create a teaching curriculum to educate his pick of a leader.
  • Learn Navajo, inclusive of Navajo culture, history, and legends.

The selection of the child will be based on the following criteria:

  • Intelligence and academic performance, determined by breaking into schools and reviewing files.
  • Current grade in school between 7th and 9th grade.
  • Gender of female.
  • Socioeconomic level of lower class: low household income.
  • General plan:
  • Teach the child "correctly" all academic subjects.
  • Teach the child "correct" Navajo culture, history, and legends.
  • Support the family financially, but not directly. For example, leaving them cash purportedly from winning some contest, or faking IRS tax return errors, or long lost relatives inheritance, etc.
  • Masquerade as a servant of the human form Monster Killer from the Third World. In the legends, no such servant existed, but Goodman plans to sell it, given his powers. Part of the back story will include that Goodman represents parts of the living world, combining the powers of many animals of legend. Including animals that the ancestors could never have known existed. For example, chameleons and dinosaurs. However, Goodman will not reveal himself to the chosen child for some time, just invisible visits. Note for the GM: you might want to do a quick search for this online.
Some Adjustments
Dr. Goodman's Personal Journal

My new form is… awe inspiring. All of those experiments that I performed on myself after safety tests with my "students". The fruit of that labor produced a vast improvement over the human form. Perfection, though, has not been reached. More experiments. More trials. More improvements.

It takes a couple of days for the extra appendages to finally finishing growing and molting. Then the new version of me, the improved version, takes shape. The wings are large enough to carry me, and the interaction of the bird DNA and the reptilian DNA interact producing wings more akin to the legendary dragons than to some mundane terrestrial fauna. How delightfully appropriate.

The changes from the acceleration of my genetic alteration continue to grow in strength and, based on my calculations, will continue for some time. I find that my hardened, armor-like skin and carapace affords even greater resilience to damage. Some testing was necessary to determine the base line, something Aaron seemed absolutely terrified to do. I remember his first few shots with the pistol missed altogether as he closed his eyes to do so. I implied that he was becoming less useful, which would make him expendable. This renewed his strength to properly fire the weapon at me. Inspired him with confidence apparently. When it came to a second test with the pistol, Aaron did not hesitate. I picked up the flattened bullet from the floor where it fell after striking me. I do admit a certain degree of giddiness.

My compatriots are clearly a cut above the lower species of homo sapiens. I particularly find Tiz's ability to manipulate technology intriguing. Technology bending to the will of a living creature? How is this possible? Perhaps she would be open to some general observation and minimally invasive testing to see the root of that ability. Well, even I, with my general inability to read people, can sense the general horror that my comrades have for my experiments, I guess feeling that I would violate their consent. Not that I would in any event. They are a means to an end. My honorable and enlightened goal of human evolution meshes well with their, ah, more hedonistic egocentrism. At least for now.

Of the lot, Tiz seems reasonably trustworthy, as long as our end goals do not clash with one another. I suppose I could say that of all my companions, but something about her seems less self serving. Perhaps it's because she works so diligently for the group overall, as evidenced by the recent mission to acquire cash from those criminal casinos. Kincaid is hard to read, though seems ruled by his passions, for all the good and bad that comes with that type of orientation. "Shadow Goddess", talk about ego run amok, has some interesting powers. I sense a live and let live point of view from her, with a somewhat dark, perhaps even sinister, agenda which remains to be seen. She appears to enjoy being in charge of the servants the others refer to as "mooks". The Mooks are no better than service dogs as far as I am concerned. Useful pets, I suppose.

Smokey saved me from falling five hundred feet to the ground after Kincaid threw me at someone attempting to foil us. While surprising, Kincaid's action made sense. After all, it's not like I could not survive a simple drop to the ground. And certainly as armored as I am, hitting an opponent poses no real danger of harm. But Smokey's action surprises me. There's more of an agenda there than may be apparent. Why expend the energy to "save me" from the fall? Is it a manipulation to engender some trust? Is it to ensure that I reciprocate? Time will tell I suppose.

And what of Fury and her plans? There seems to be a great deal of ownership of items and concern for the well being of our equipment. Though, not so much worry for the rest of us.

My final musing is this: Are my companions and I a "team" or just a collection of individuals all focused on our individual agendas? We've proven we can work together, but what happens when our goals are not in alignment?

I guess we will have to wait and see. In the meantime, swooping and flying around the large open space of the central chamber of the base proves to be quite invigorating. I cannot help to cackle as I do so to the startled surprise of the Mooks. I dive toward them, pulling away at the last minute. There is something pleasant in seeing them scatter at my approach. Kind of like flies scattering when you swat at them. Given the difference in their human-kind in comparison to me, the analogy is quite appropriate.


How goes the battle

I am not feckin' sure what the hell is going on with all of this super-powered crap, but it sure is fun to watch gits freak out as I disappear into Shadows.  There's a slight niggling in the back of my head because I'm waiting for the bad side of this to show up.  All this power has to come with some sort of catch or cost.  I keep trying to find the limits of these powers but most of them are my own brain trying to wrap itself around brand-new shite.  I flew so fast once that I wound up on another continent.  What the fuck is up with that?  I've had the start of a couple different plans bouncing around my head as I work out these powers, though, so that's keeping my mind busy, too.  I have no idea what to think of these other fools.  I'm waiting for any of them to show some smarts, thoughts or plans about what the hell we are going to do.  I'm going to get my revenge, that's for sure, and money.  Lots of money.  Those are my goals right now.

Three of the others have run off to Vegas for supplies and to win some cash or something.  That doesn't impress me and seems pretty stupid since they'll probably get found out.  I'd rather lay low til we can get shite figured out.  Fury went, too, she seems okay-ish so far.  She at least is trying to plan things out…use her brain.  I want to talk to the Mooks, too, they will need shite to keep them happy.  The stick is super useful, but carrots have their place, too.  Learned that a long time ago, only reason I'm still (was?) in the PI business.  I'm feeling very antsy, though, I think I'll take a small risk and flex my muscles a little bit.  Go out and play.  That armored car company I ran into will make a nice toy and might net me a nice little something shiny.

I head out of our compound by doing the Shadow thang and fly out onto the desert floor.  I do my best to gather my power and think "FLYSPEEDFASTGO!!" Light blinds me for a moment when I stop, and I can't focus exactly.  Takes me a few seconds to clear my head.  Jesus Mary and Joseph!  I'm over water….och! Panicking, I turn 180 degrees and fly off again.  At least this time, I'm in a city but where the hell at? Are they?  Holy feckin hell, that's Japanese or some shite they are speaking.  Ok, stop.  You're safe, don't panic again.  Slow down and think. My stupid phone won't even connect to anything here, bollocks.  Ok, slower, steadier…."FLY" and I'm off again.  I see desert and I stop.  My phone's working now…checking GPS.  California.  Pish.  At least I got the right continent.  Once more with feeling and a better idea of how many miles I need to cover.  Poof, fly…annnddd..welcome to Vegas, baby!  Thank goodness.

I find my way to the Loomis warehouse and scope out the place.  It's after hours and the staff seem to be mostly gone.  I make myself as transparent as possible (don't ask me how…I just thought "HIDE"…and my powers did the rest.) I almost seem to be made of smoke and am lighter than air, so I drift myself slowly threw some cracks in the side door….sticking to the shadows as I go.  There are a couple dispatchers still in the office, and I take a lot of time to wind my way around the room. That fella on the left-most computer has his lights dimmed…..there's a good boy.  Nice! He's got the dispatch map up talking to a driver.  I think "STILL" and just listen for a few minutes until I hear "…high value asset. AC 7227, you are GO for transport. 20 minute ETA."  That's my jam.  I watch the map for until the cute, little AC logo they use starts moving.  How convienent, the map even shows the route down Simmions Road. This is going to be a cake-walk.

Outside, I move quickly (but not too quick!) to the road their route is supposed to take them.  Sure enough, I see the truck.  It's just a standard armored truck with two guys in the front.  Once it slows down for a light, I kind of float my way around the back of the truck and push myself against the back doors, looking for cracks.  Yes!  I squeeze thru…that cannot be more than 1/16" of an inch….that's freakin' awesome!  Alarms bells….asshole with a gun inside.  Goddamn it!  Wait…..let me try something.  I wrap myself around and in the Shadows around his feet and lower legs.  I think I can do this!  I close my eyes (what eyes, you fool) and concentrate on fella and "SHADOW" and I've got him!  Fuckin' A…I've got him wrapped in Shadow and covered…in Me?  I'm so excited, I fly us both out through that crack in the doors and straight up into the air.  Dusk has fallen and there is Shadow everywhere.  I'm freakin' laughin' like a maniac from adrenaline, no idea if anyone can hear me.  Straight up about 70 feet…..and think about fella and "FORM" and he appears again.  Goddamn, is he scared! I love this power!  I release him and barely watch him start to fall before I'm back at the truck again.  The truck is still moving all non-chalantly down Simmons Road so I pull the duffle bag off my back and start stuffing it full.  As quickly as I can without sending myself flying across the country (which is not easy to control!), I packed the duffle bag, thing must weigh 70 pounds full, and turn back into Shadow and head back to the compound.  It takes me about a two minutes to make a trip and literally dump the money in my room.  Sweet!  I know exactly where this truck is headed, so I'm going back for more!  Damn, this is feckin' fun!  On my way back, I think about the guard from the back of the truck, I'd sure like to hide his body and make this a huge mystery.  I head to him and turn his body to Shadow again.  This time fella's flight is much shorter….I find the nearest multi-story house and dump his body on top of it.  Heh….that'll be gross and I love it.

I'm able to make five more trips before the truck starts to get close to it's destination.  This is sweet…I have to have half a mill here or close to it.  I'm super high on adrenaline now and grab a couple stacks of cash and go shopping.  Quick stop to find a retail security store.  I might have highjacked some good lookin handguns while the clerk wasn't looking, too.  Tiz and Fury really have hard-ons for computers and I could really use something myself right now.  Errr….where the hell can I find that shite.  Google, baby.  Best Buy?  Really?  That's your recommendation, Google.  The Shadow Goddess walks herself in her human form right into Best Buy and buys some computers.  That sounds lame.  But, that's what I do.  At least, I bought one.  And now I know what I want…I may have raided their storage room for more.  Nice!  These monitors and the shite.  Too funny.  I could really steal some shite.  Woohooo!

Back in my room (lair?), I dump all my loot and relish the moment a bit. Fuck that was fun!  The Mooks!  Almost forgot.  I head upstairs and find Bard.  He seems to have at least a couple brain cells to rub together.  And he has a nice ass for a fella.  In an effort to offer a little carrot, I strike up a "friendly" conversation about the mooks.  I doubt he's buying it, but I don't really care, it's just fun to playact with people and see their response.  He is smart, he's able to word-play with me a little.  He suggests that food, booze and booty will help keep them happy, but also being sure they won't be eaten.  I certainly can't guarantee that with Goodman around.  That man/thing/whatever is fucked sideways.  Anyway!  I dance around that subject but offer up the rest of his suggestions.  I pop off a message to Fury to grab some things for the mooks while they are out.  Fury offers up the fun fact that the others are all off in the casinos, digging for gold or some shite.  I laugh to myself, thinking about how they are putting a spotlight on themselves and glad I'm not there.  I'm much happier in Shadow, always have been, really.

Bard and I finish up our conversation and I start to head back downstairs, when a random thought occurs to me.  

"Hey, Bard."


"I was in prison for quite a while and had very little entertainment since I was stuck in solitary most of the time."


"Want to have sex?  I'm down."

  "With you?  Sure!"

Neither of us last very long, it's very wham-bam-thank-you, but we have some fun.  Definitely fun.  I could hit that again.  He's cute and that ass is fine.  Carrot.

I head back to my rooms and start counting money and figuring out more shite.  I leave Tiz's nine new computers and those kick ass monitors upstairs where she's been working and start counting stacks of 100s.  I think I have between 600 and 750 grand.  Fuck, I've never seen that much money at once. Fuckin' dog's bollacks.  Now, I wait for the others to get back.  They better hurry up or I'll be finding more trouble.

Studies and Research

Dr. Goodman's continued path to enlightenment…

"How's my five friends today?" I ask. I realize that I don't really have any concern about whether they're happy or not, but this is an all "carrot" approach for these first test subjects. I need a face, as mine, is, well… not taken well by most. How unfortunate that these lower life forms simply cannot envision a world greater than their selfish existence.

They mutter some things under their breath. They are terrified, rightly so, by the disembodied voice and the knowledge of what happened to that huge prisoner I ate tartar. It's just protein and calories, but the taste is too unrefined. I'll need to work on proper meal preparation.

"Oh, come now," I say softly, "you have an opportunity of a life time here. But first, we need to ensure that you are kept safe and secure. Feel free to explore this room, but I must warn you not to leave the medical center without an escort by me or one of my colleagues." This will be a long process, but I have to get them to do two things: trust us for ensuring their safety and gain their loyalty. Initially, this will be a psychological effort in desensitization and increased attachment. This will lay the ground work for the actual genetic manipulation later.

One of them, Stuart, speaks up. "Wh-, why me? What are you going to do to me?"

"You have precisely the traits for great things! Believe me, you will be very happy to work with us. Work with us can be,.. well, very lucrative. But beyond that, how would you like to have the ability to stave off would be predators? Not to bring up a painful subject, but I believe you were all preyed upon by the larger, dominating inmates. I can give you the ability to not just level the playing field, but to put such offenders in their place." Stuart and his friends appear to be thinking about this. Good.

"In the meantime, lunch is at noon. I'm sure we can find you something much better than the prison meals." I walk in front of the door to the room so it opens automatically, but I don't leave. I stay quiet to observe the behaviors of the sheep. Perhaps there are some would be wolves that just need to be brought out of them…

Signage and Directions

Dr. Goodman will take the remains of Samuel Lewis, skin him, and then stretch the skin. Then, he'll take it outside to dry in the sun. One night, Dr. Goodman will take the dried, human skin to the Med Bay and then put ink to it. The first sign, to be put up at the end of the hall from the elevator will read "Med Bay: The Doctor Is Always In"

Through the Looking Glass
The amount of bizarre shit you can become accustomed to is mind-boggling.

Captain's Log.  HAAAA!  I've always wanted to say that shit for real.

Okay, so it's official.

I'm am THE MAN.  I mean, like, THE FUCKING MAN!  And I haven't even figured out the full extent of my powers yet.  That still feels weird to say, "my powers".  I've had to exercise a lot of restraint, because I'm surrounded by a whole crapload of weirdos that I don't know shit about, other than the fact that they're fucking out there.  We're talking the full gamut of so-called "villains", from the full-on psychopaths all the way to some kind of FUCKING INVISIBLE MAN-GATOR.  Yeah, I'm being literal here.  He's got some kind of fetish about human experimentation that keeps me awake at night.  Well, that and, oh yeah, HE'S FUCKING INVISIBLE.  Talk about creepy shit.  Obviously, I don't trust a single one of these freaks.  They've all been busy little worker bees though, getting all HGTV on our secret villain base. 

That's right, we inherited a base, straight out of some kind of jacked-up Bond flick.  Well, considering the motley collection of fuck-ups that are currently scrambling around it, more like Dr. Evil from that SNL retard's movie trilogy.  There's all kind of retro-style future-tech, along with labs for the invisible man-gator to do his cutting and slicing (or splicing) and various work spaces, along with living quarters.  And let me tell you, these fuckers must have known that I was coming, my living space is decked the FUCK out, and comes complete with its own little holding cell.  Whoever lived here before me was apparently of the same, shall we say, tastes.  I'm changing the security access for the place to keep the rest of this comic-book-villain tree-house-gang out of my shit.

The first foray, right out of the gate, was to attack the prison that we just broke out of, and to kidnap more fucking low-lives to press into service as goddamn "minions".  Like I said, this shit is straight-up Dr. Evil shit, you couldn't make it up.  SO I went along, just to get a chance to deliver a little payback to the screws who fucked with me inside, but as it happens, we ended up capturing more than just some disposable fuck-up labor, we bagged her highness herself, the Warden.  The same chick who delivered the ominous message to me sent from my good "friends" in the Society.  I need to have a conversation with her, outside the prying eyes/ears of the super-villain treehouse-gang.  This is a priority, and we need to talk about that fucking laptop.  I could ask that slutty little trick Tiz to take a look at it, she's got some fucked-up affinity with machines and computers, but I don't trust her any more than the rest of this bunch.  

I suppose I need to schedule some time alone with Ms. Warden in my "play room" before the dirty-underwear gang fry her brain with telepathic grape-peeling and the invisible man-gator Dr. Phibes starts poking around in her skull with a dirty stick.

More later.


Moira's base ideas

I think Goodman should work on a way to track our new minions and keep them from escaping, or perhaps Tiz can come up with a nano-something so we can keep control of them.  I'd love to track them 24/7 and have contingencies in place for misbehavior.

I'd like to take the Beta storage on level 3 and turn it into living quarters for myself.  This will have us spread out a little and on different levels so we can keep our minions honest.  Maybe I could get a couple of Tiz's robots to work on plumbing or whatever other environmental things I might need.

I believe Kincaid wants the chambers on level 5, others seem to want the quarters on the 4th level, and most of our minions will eventually have to live in the group quarters on level 1.

I'd like to talk to the warden and get as much information as possible out of her brain.  Maybe Smokey could try to get something out of her brain involuntarily as a starting point.  Hopefully, she'll have good contacts at the least.  I'm not sure she should remain alive afterwards, though.  If not, I'd like her to remain with me (and not fed to Goodman) until her end.

Tiz has a lot on her plate, so I'll volunteer to help her with whatever she needs to get the base secure.


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