Godclads

Chapter 18-9 Catch and Release (I)

Chapter 18-9 Catch and Release (I)

+Seeker. Mondelles here. Moons Meta just came onlinelocation: gutters, below Nu-Scarrowbur, Yuulden-Yang Sovereignty. I tried her session. She isnt responding.

Might be a trap, but she was moving and then stopped. The area around her looks to be some kind of housing complex. Drones detected squatters and light Syndicate activity. No other hostiles were spotted.

Meet me at Xin Yunsha [DEEPNAV MARKER PLACED] in four hours.

Handle your business. Well secure the surrounding area first.+

-Instrument Santanado Starsinger Mondelles

18-9

Catch and Release (I)

Aratnids made the most splendorous flowers if you twisted their flesh the right way.

The red and white lathering their muscles glimmered with sheen oxygenation fueling their blood. These served as the perfect petals but needed to be folded out from beneath the skin. Hair and fur were to be turned to the stem, while the palps and legs clutched the spreading flesh like a cage. Bones were to be smoothened, turned from structure to receptacle at the center of these bastard roses. Ribs and spines ran down within the stem. The organs, finally, were to be fused into a singular cancer, with a cord made from the intestines connecting it to the rest of the flower.

Pitiful screeches of pain sang from the nub-like heads of the creatures poking from the teratoma. Beneath the blooming parts of their altered biomass, they swung and swayed, suffering without dying like tassels from red lanterns, lining the hall leading to her room.

Around her, twenty bodies were left strewn and spattered in various states of mutilation. They began this day as thugs of a kind. Syndicate enforcers and masters. Slavers and cattle drivers of them. They ended it as victims of a singular entity they could have never fathomeda beast of twin flames and divergent sinew.

Elegant-Moon smiled when she thought of the monster that had subverted her will.

Avo. An enigma of thought and vessel. A finalif renegadetriumph of old Noloth, turned against its creators with intent on playing its own game.

As banal as most ghouls were, his existence alone made it worth it.

Color had returned to her beingcolors she assumed were lost to her since the ruination of her ego. Connected to his gestalt, she felt as they felt, their human facets transplanted over to complete her damage. It was enjoyable to be merged with another. Euphoric. Now that this self of her had been parted from the flames, a yearning ached inside her, wishing to go back.

She comforted herself with the knowledge that a version of herself would live on within the ghouls mind. Her memories had been altered otherwise. Avo had taken much of what she could recall away and locked the few snippets of truth behind layers of intricate wardings that not even she could fathom. It had restructured her entire Meta in seconds, fire culturing new constructs from burning sequences, ghosts modified and directed in perfect harmony.

A new progression of events formed the spine of her near-term memories. A false conflictthis she knew in the depths of her mind, but would never be able to admit. A fantasy where that hopeless fool, Chambers, was a cold-eyed, psychotic mastermind desperate to strike the Guilds, and was working in tandem with powers within Ori-Thaum itself.

These memories were not hidden in the deep of her thoughts. Rather, they would be easy to produce and could be gleaned via a thoughtscan.

It didnt take a political operator to know where this false trial led, but it made her smirk all the same.

She had spent her life playing the Great Gamepolitics wed with powersurviving as both player and pawn.

But never had she truly been used like this: bait of a more insidious variety. Something freely returned yet already corruptedan agent and a gateway into the Tiers and Guilds.

The thought tickled her as she noticed the light outside ripple. Ah. Finally.

A single body materialized in her awareness, her Weaveress sensing them from skin to cell.

Santanado. Come to be part of this game as well. Poor man. Poor unfortunate comrade, about to go from player to pawn.

Seated upon a gnarled couch dipping a few steps below the living room floor, she was at eye level with his armored chest when he burst through the door, stitching himself over physical matter using his threads of light. She clapped politely at his entry and hid a chuckle as her comrade buried his foot in a corpses skull.

A flinch of disgust passed through his face as his luminous sinews spread out to encompass the thirty-square meter room, blotting out the cracks in the walls and cracked windows, sealing away the collapsed bathroom. He took his time scanning the surroundings, sweeping everything with his perception before finally turning to face her.

She regarded with her fingers clasped together, gesturing at the bodies on the ground. I managed to resolve matters.

Mondelles swept the room again and bit his lip at the sight. Savaged corpses and crimson puddles left his radiant strings dappled with gore. Undeterred by the blood, his light still spilled out from the aura emanating from his body and the gold-plated combat skin he wore. Curved angles and the aesthetics of the now extinct and obsolete midthunder griffon decorated his chestpiece. The front plate of his triangular helmet lifted as she saw his face.

Tanned skin and a thick mustache came into view. Pale blue eyes were squinting at her, and the tendons in his cheek were tight. He really needed to do something about that habit of biting down when he was nervous.

Are you alright? he asked.

Quite unharmed, she said. Alas, the same cannot be said for my mind.

He grimaced at the implications of her cognitive compromise. Is that how they got you?

Indeed, she replied. Compulsion swelled within her as she spoke the next words, drawing her longtime comrade and sometimes adversary into a plot that might see him claimed as well. But one would expect no less from Ori-Thaums finest, hm?

His lips drew tighter. As did his squint. Is that who they are now? He flicked one of the bodies onto its side using his Heaven, the light struck the corpse like a pulled band. She couldnt help but smile when she saw the face of the victim as the scheme continued.

She didnt remember it, but the ghoul had altered the appearance of the dead before desecreating their bodies. Their bones and blood were changed as well. Replaced by means both thaumic and coldtech. All they lacked were Metas. Things to confirm their cognitive identities. A deliberate act as well.

Filling in the gaps, she guessed that these dead were supposed to resemble members of Ori-Thaum. A very No-Dragon tactic, if she were to say, sowing chaos through cloning and masks of deceptive flesh.

As Mondelles scanned each intact face using his cog-feed, Elegant-Moon watched as his thoughtstuff surged faster, more and more ghosts cresting and diving into the round of his halo.

Shaking his head, he let out a breath. Dammit, Moon. What a mess.

Have some idea who they are? she asked.

As you said. Ori-Thaum. Incubi to be exact. Our new consangs did me the favor of confirming their identities. I can feel his piss running cold across the link. Shit. Not just Incubi. A few of them are directly tied to DRongo.

Oh, Elegant-Moon whispered. And arent we

--Yes, Mondelles barked, cutting her off so he didnt need to hear the problem out loud. Another sigh escaped him. The Seeker is swearing he doesnt know anything about this. That they were hit too.

Is he? She asked. Do you believe him?

He shot her a flat glare. I dont believe anyone. But Ive never seen a mess like this before. They couldve hurt us in a dozen different ways and we them. But this it doesnt make any sense. And the Silvers hate losing their Souls. They wont risk them in some kind of low-success ambush.

She prodded him further. So, what? In-clan warfare?

I dont godsdamned know. Youre the one who got snatched. Give me something.

Putting on a display of vulnerability and letting out a breath of air, she placed her fingers across her face and drew her rig tighter. The bones of the symbiotic armor laced to her flesh cracked. She stared at Mondelles from between her fingers. Memories. They cling to me like smoke between my fingers But I remember the moment I was freed. When their Possessors brokea flash of chaos and confusion. The presence of another person. Another mind.

Another mind? Mondelles said sounding confused.

And so she cast out her ghosts and configured them into phantoms. And so they began to portray the visage of one Aedon Chambers, robed in the tattered greys belonging to Low Master acolytes, pointing a vivianite specter down at the ground using his left hand while holding his right, flesh and sink ablaze.

+Well, consangs, I gotta give you props for helping me bag a Clad. Cept for not warning my associate about the Golds in the drone with your guys. That was rude.+ The phantasmal mirage of a blonde-haired man grinned, revealing a set of pearly white teeth as he slipped from his robes, body enhanced and strong, muscles taut and glistening

***

Scenes from Elegant-Moons cog-feed were broadcast and played by Chambers, monitoring the situation through a hidden session planted in the labyrinth Avo fused to her mind. Chambers' own phantoms were connected to the George Washingtons systems and a vast room-sized screen was constructed around them, displaying every detail in the room. Especially all the muscles the actual Chambers didnt have in the real.

Yet, Chambers said, pointng to the body he had Avo generate for him. You guys got a bunch of cool graft shit, I want that!

The rest of the cadre just stared as things progressed. Draus snorted. Arms are kinda small. And your dream bodys got shitty calves.

Come on, Reg, dont ruin this for me, Chambers whined. Avo! Tell her to stop.

No, Avo said, more focused on how Mondelles was reacting.

They had Elegant-Moon organically reconstruct a few of the bodies to look like certain Incubi Avo had killedtheir templates offering all the data he needed to reconstruct their appearances. Blood and other forensic details were tweaked with the aid of the grafters, and the deception appeared to have succeeded.

Now, they just needed to sell Mondellesand whoever was watching through himon the Low Master threat and their fragile alliance with parts of Clan DRongo.

Ultimately, it didnt even need to be conclusive. They just needed to bury seeds of doubt and sow paranoia.

From how things were developing, he thought the plot was unfolding nicely.

But yes. Draus was right. Chambers idealized form still had rather small legs.

***

naked save for Nolothi scripture scarred across his body. +Just a shame about the plant you left in her head. Yeah. Thought I wouldnt notice, huh? Heh. DRongo always did like to use fools. Suppose theyre easier to lose. Oh well. Thank you for your service, eh.+

And then the air around him started shrieking and the phantoms spilled apart into oil, dissolving and splattering into mem-data.

I think he used me to kill them, Elegant-Moon concluded. And then he nulled me.

For a good while, Mondelles just stared off into the distance. Whats with the, uh, taking the robes off?

Hes a porn-addled nudist, I suspect. I seem to recall him exposing his genitals to someone. Triggering the Rash deliberately.

The Instrument grimaced in disgust. Jaus. He placed a finger on his template as another tide ghosts pulsed out from his Meta. Yeah. Yeah, I know, I saw it. His face fell. Our partners got another hit on him. Aedon Chambers. Low Master acolyte. He ambushed Shotin Kazahara. Planeshift. Low Masters. Low godsdamned Masters. I thought we were finished with those bastards.

Nothing is done until all is dust, Im afraid, Elegant-Moon said.

His body stilled and he nodded. Come on. Lets get you to isolation so we can get a Mender to look through your mind.

Worried if Im compromised? she asked.

No, Mondelles replied, as tendrils of light began to crawl over Elegant-Moon. I know youre compromised. The question is just how much.

She didnt fight it when the light took her, but she cast what pity she could at Mondelles as he faded from her sight.

Poor fool.

Poor fool.

If only he could see beyond the veil, of the creature that lingered past the threshold of falsehood. Oh, if he could only see Avosee the fires.

Then he would know.

And he would despair.

And what would be a sweeter sight?

***

Agh! Naeko said, tumbling off from his DEUS-X HYPERFOAM gaming station trying to get away from the exposed penis manifesting just an inch from his face. The phantoms generating the genitals followed him as he disconnected from Stormjumpers in the middle of a match. He felt a fista soft little fistbounce off the back of his head as he wheeled on his attacker, preparing to palm them into a smear with his

He paused and frowned. Two more fists crashed into his jaw, and he felt the mans knuckles fracture.

It was just Maru punching him. And here was thinking that there was someone actually trying to make an attempt on his life. Still, the physical violence wasnt anything new, but what was with the Rashable material?

Hey, come on, man, Naeko said, brushing the blows away from his face. Looking over Marus shoulder and through his messy soot-black beard, he realized the man had smashed through one of his walls to get in. Huh. When did that happen? Naeko also wondered how he missed that. Maybe he needed to tune down the sound settings for the gameor make the audio transparent. This is coming out of your pay

Fucker! Maru growled, trying to work the body.

Naeko looked down as his junior in rank continued his attempts at harm. Stop Maru didnt. Naeko calmly reached over, gently placed his fingers on the smaller mans shoulders, and pressed his thumbs down into the collar bones, detaching them from their sockets.

Maru promptly gave a choked gasp of pain as stopped attacking.

You lazy fucking shit, Maru snapped, even as Naeko held him down. You rat-fucker!

Naeko tilted his head. Maru. You seem a bit madder than usual today. Whats wrong? Got something you wanna talk about a raise?

The other man shrugged Naekos hands off and backed away, grimacing as shrugged twice and snapped his collarbones back into place. I want I want you to do your fucking job for once.

But by this point, Naeko was already walking back to his gaming station. Eh. Nah.

Dust filled the air, covering the rich brown wood lining the floor. They were in a corner of the wide-open five-hundred-square-foot loft overlooking the district below. Wide panes of glass shone with pulsing neon as phantoms drifted outside, materializing an advertisement for some kind of new soft drink. Distant blooms of nuclear fire flashed not too far away as more missiles streaked up into the sky, another block war starting at midnight.

Naekos home was a mix between physical library, museum, and theatre. The corners of the room were lined with stacks and stacks of books stopping just below the second-floor lofttaken up entirely by a hundred-foot-long bed. A coldtech projector played old movies on a loop.

Most of them were action films from a bygone era, the flashing light spilling over the seven glass displays placed across the center of the room, each a suit of armor belonging to the major cultures.

With a swipe of his hand, Naeko undid the damage and flicked out the dirt. He also plucked the hurt he inflicted on Maru away and put it in his pocket.

He was gonna give that to the next person that called him a half-strand in-game.

Reaching out with his utility fog, he opened his liquor cabinet on the far end of the room and plucked some old Tunsgten Fervor. Ashthroner brand he preferred and Maru hated. Drink?

No, Maru said, rubbing at four collars of his long, ragged coat. Im fine.

Good, Naeko said, grinning. He yanked. A club of amber liquor sailed through the air and landed in his grasp. He used the callous of his right thumb to pop the lip off and took his first drink. Hm. Internating mint and bitter. So. What made you attack me tonight?

I was doing some investigative work, Maru said, spitting the words acerbically. Looking up a new suspect. Aedon Chambers. Ring a bell?

No.

Funny. Because a few of our files had a match. Of him running for his life across Nu-Scarrowbur and Lights End. Without any pants on.

Oh, Naeko nodded. Yeah, I was wondering why the penis looked familiar. Im docking your pay for that too. No Rashing your superiors. Come on, Maru. I know youre better than that.

Take this seriously, Maru hissed.

No, Naeko replied.

You know he caused an outbreak, right? Maru said. Or you would if you read any of our briefs. Two million dead.

Well, sounds like you contained it, Naeko said. Good job.

He did it as a distraction, Maru continued. All those deaths so he could get away from Shotin Kazahara for some clan warfare shit with the Ori. I dont know. The Seeker fucking jacked me. And Kares his niece. I shouldve looked after her more I wouldve

You wouldnt have, Naeko sighed. He walked over the black leather sofa beneath the loft, facing the inactive coldtech movie screen. As he planted himself down in the middle, he patted the seat next to him as he continued nursing his drink. Come on. You wanna watch something.

This isnt a social visit!

Could be.

A disgusted snort came from Maru. But he still stomped over. Just like he always had. Just like when he was a boy.

What you wanna watch? Naeko asked.

Nothing, Maru said, collapsing into the seat next to him, sagging down. He deactivated his holographic tie and just leaned back. I just

Feel useless? Naeko said.

Maru glared.

Well, I dont blame you, Naeko said. That Shotins pretty good. Id give him even odds against most Clads in the city

This isnt about that, this is about you. You go out on patrol for the first time in years, bag Abrel Greatling and an Ori-Thaum ElderDRongo! And now youre just pretending like nothing happened.

I guess, Naeko said. Theres a trial coming up. And a moot. Well get things sorted there. I got us a few witnesses and

And what? Maru said. We have no capability to hold either of these people. Highflame! Ori-Thaum! Either one can destroy us.

A bitter smile played across Naekos face. Hells. I guess if were looking at it honestly, one of them already has.