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Going Native: Sounds of the Past (ch.45)

"Are you sure about this?" Narra questioned as I laid back in a chair, some weeks after having decided to deal with my half forgotten human memories. Candles filled the room with a scent that was almost unpleasant, but very pungent. On the floor were symbols, some of which I recognized by the movement that Narra made when she was carving them into my soul. 

And, so far, I had no reason to doubt that she was doing what she claimed she was doing. My right hand, the hand she had finis...

Power Corrupts: Underhanded Tactics (ch. 43)

"Who would want Nenya dead?" Jarl Siddgeir questioned, his tone colored with grief. He looked at me, eyes bloodshot from a sleepless night, directly at the man who had accidentally gotten her killed, "Do you think it was the Orcs? Or… who…?" 

I sure as fuck wasn't going to say that it was me and the Dark Brotherhood. "I doubt it was the Orcs. They wouldn't have had an opportunity to poison anyone, and they wouldn't have had a motive to kill Nenya of all people," I said before I...

Power Corrupts: Backroom Deals (ch. 42)

Right. So, I was about face level with a loli vampire who was about three centuries old. That wasn't good. That wasn't good at all.

"Is there something wrong?" Babette questioned sweetly, blinking at me as she gave a bashful smile. My shift into 'oh shit' mode didn't go unnoticed by her. And I knew better than to think that my reaction would be brushed off by a trained assassin with several centuries of experience under her belt, childish appearance or not.

All I could do was put ...

Power Corrupts: Greasing Hands (ch. 41)

"Are you ready?" I asked Lili as we stepped outside. The others were still armoring up for the journey ahead, as was Lydia. I didn't have any second thoughts about handing over the shield to her. She would need it to protect Hestia, no matter how useful it might have been. 

Lili gave me a serious nod, an oversized pack slung over her shoulders but it was currently empty. I reached into my inventory and pulled out an utterly massive cube of ice that contained Vilkas' arm. It was lar...

See No Evil: Expectations (ch. 6)

So, being a drug dealer wasn't all that bad. Honestly, it was probably one of the easiest jobs that I've ever had. I was sent to locations via my handler, who was basically just another flunky that happened to be above me, with a plastic bag with a few nuggets of weed, someone came to collect, paid me, and that was that. Even better, by virtue of me not having any interest in the substance, thus not tempted to smoke or steal it, I was rapidly becoming the go-to courier for petty levels of wee...

See No Evil: The Right Decision (ch. 5)

"I look like a kid wearing his dad's suit," I remarked, staring at myself in a full-length mirror. Penguin had a dress code -- a three-piece suit. It cost a couple hundred bucks, which naturally went to the utterly insane debt I found myself saddled with. My head swam at the mere thought of it, the number of zeros doing horrible things to my heart, but this nightmare refused to end.

"You'll grow into it, kid," Oswald Cobblepot remarked with a laugh as I tugged at the black-tie, loosenin...

See No Evil: A Hard Choice (ch. 4)

I've always had a mean streak in me. Got it from my dad. It never had much of a chance to rear its ugly head, but in every fight I've ever been in, my response to getting hit was to hit harder. When someone was giving me shit, my response was to get mean. I never had it in me to just grit my teeth and take it. That mean streak helped me out a lot in life, far more than it had screwed me over.

But I never thought I had that in me.

Almost numbly, I sat down in a familiar chair in Dr...

Request for artists recommendations

So, I was wanting to leave this as a surprise, but I'm wanting to commission some artwork for Going Native since we're closing in on the one year anniversary. However, I have completely struck out on every single artist I've approached -- all the ones I've found either don't do commissions, have a backlog to the point it'll be a year before they get to mine, or they flat out didn't respond. And I've been trying for the past month with no luck.

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Going Native: Sense of Family (ch. 46)

I haven’t heard from Vegeta in three years, ever since we last saw each other on Planet Vegeta, and the silence was telling. Ever since I joined the royal family, I would get the occasional message or call, usually in response to me, but in the past three years, there was only silence. Any attempt to contact him went unanswered. Perhaps it was simply a case of him being busy, but giving the timing of the silence, I couldn’t believe it. 

It was weird technically being in charge ...

Going Native: Sounds of the Past (ch. 45)

"Are you sure about this?" Narra questioned as I laid back in a chair, some weeks after having decided to deal with my half forgotten human memories. Candles filled the room with a scent that was almost unpleasant, but very pungent. On the floor were symbols, some of which I recognized by the movement that Narra made when she was carving them into my soul. 

And, so far, I had no reason to doubt that she was doing what she claimed she was doing. My right hand, the hand she had finis...

Going Native: Sounds of the Future (ch. 44)

"I've sent you the data file -- I want you to jump on it. His ratings are going to jump through the roof and I don't want any steam being lost because we were caught flat-footed. Call the producers, get another season of Hero-force in the works now. I'll talk to Prince Tarble about maybe doing an interview," Ada'la, Prince Tarble's agent, spoke into her communicator as she compiled clips and videos of what had transpired on the Shield Worlds. 

The pieces were hard to watch, knowing...

Power Corrupts: Backroom Deals (ch. 42)

Right. So, I was about face level with a loli vampire who was about three centuries old. That wasn't good. That wasn't good at all.

"Is there something wrong?" Babette questioned sweetly, blinking at me as she gave a bashful smile. My shift into 'oh shit' mode didn't go unnoticed by her. And I knew better than to think that my reaction would be brushed off by a trained assassin with several centuries of experience under her belt, childish appearance or not.

All I could do was put ...

Power Corrupts: Greasing Hands (ch. 41)

"Are you ready?" I asked Lili as we stepped outside. The others were still armoring up for the journey ahead, as was Lydia. I didn't have any second thoughts about handing over the shield to her. She would need it to protect Hestia, no matter how useful it might have been. 

Lili gave me a serious nod, an oversized pack slung over her shoulders but it was currently empty. I reached into my inventory and pulled out an utterly massive cube of ice that contained Vilkas' arm. It was lar...

Power Corrupts: Expanding the Family (ch.40)

"Ah… fuck me," I cursed, my heart hammering away at my ribs as I looked down at the Dragon Priest. Just to make sure, I stomped on its ribs, shattering them like glass, and its pelvis. Just to make sure that it was down for the count. The ancient robes tore, possibly ruining whatever enchantments were placed on them, but, honestly? If it meant I had to go another round with the thing then I didn't really care. 

Looking down at the sack of shattered bones, I couldn't help but wond...

See No Evil: The Right Decision (ch. 5)

"I look like a kid wearing his dad's suit," I remarked, staring at myself in a full-length mirror. Penguin had a dress code -- a three-piece suit. It cost a couple hundred bucks, which naturally went to the utterly insane debt I found myself saddled with. My head swam at the mere thought of it, the number of zeros doing horrible things to my heart, but this nightmare refused to end. 

"You'll grow into it, kid," Oswald Cobblepot remarked with a laugh as I tugged at the black-tie, lo...

See No Evil: A Hard Choice (ch. 4)

I've always had a mean streak in me. Got it from my dad. It never had much of a chance to rear its ugly head, but in every fight I've ever been in, my response to getting hit was to hit harder. When someone was giving me shit, my response was to get mean. I never had it in me to just grit my teeth and take it. That mean streak helped me out a lot in life, far more than it had screwed me over.

But I never thought I had that in me.

Almost numbly, I sat down in a familiar chair in Dr...

See No Evil: A Hard Place (ch. 3)

I sorta, almost, kinda had a plan. Or, I had an idea that could become a plan with a little nurture and care. And by nurture and care, I meant dumb luck, a little cunning, and some more information. Though, it was still a bad idea. It was just my only one, so it was the one I had to go with.

Stepping outside of the waiting room, leaving my pristine silenced pistol in my pants line to act as a deterrent, I nearly ran into Dr. Leslie Thompkins as she went to enter the waiting...

Going Native: Sound of the Past (ch. 45)

"Are you sure about this?" Narra questioned as I laid back in a chair, some weeks after having decided to deal with my half-forgotten human memories. Candles filled the room with a scent that was almost unpleasant, but very pungent. On the floor were symbols, some of which I recognized by the movement that Narra made when she was carving them into my soul. 

And, so far, I had no reason to doubt that she was doing what she claimed she was doing. My right hand, the hand she had finis...

Going Native: Sound of the Future (ch. 44)

"I've sent you the data file -- I want you to jump on it. His ratings are going to jump through the roof and I don't want any steam being lost because we were caught flat-footed. Call the producers, get another season of Hero-force in the works now. I'll talk to Prince Tarble about maybe doing an interview," Ada'la, Prince Tarble's agent, spoke into her communicator as she compiled clips and videos of what had transpired on the Shield Worlds. 

The pieces were hard to watch, knowing...

Going Native: Sounds of the Soul (ch. 43)

"What have I created?" Narra softly asked herself as bile rose in the back of her throat, the atrocious spell that she crafted solely took shape before her eyes. Just over a dozen of her sisters sat in a circle, their hands interlocked as their lips moved, uttering the words of a spell. Ancient words, the spoken word of their home planet, and she mangled them. Twisting those beautiful, breathtaking words, into something hideous. Something that went against their very nature… the words, the ...

Power Corrupts: Greasing Hands (ch. 41)

"Are you ready?" I asked Lili as we stepped outside. The others were still armoring up for the journey ahead, as was Lydia. I didn't have any second thoughts about handing over the shield to her. She would need it to protect Hestia, no matter how useful it might have been. 

Lili gave me a serious nod, an oversized pack slung over her shoulders but it was currently empty. I reached into my inventory and pulled out an utterly massive cube of ice that contained Vilkas' arm. It was lar...

Power Corrupts: Expanding the Family (ch. 40)

"Ah… fuck me," I cursed, my heart hammering away at my ribs as I looked down at the Dragon Priest. Just to make sure, I stomped on its ribs, shattering them like glass, and its pelvis. Just to make sure that it was down for the count. The ancient robes tore, possibly ruining whatever enchantments were placed on them, but, honestly? If it meant I had to go another round with the thing then I didn't really care. 

Looking down at the sack of shattered bones, I couldn't help but wond...

Power Corrupts: Raid Bosses (ch. 39)

"That weapon, what is it?" Aela spoke up first after we cleared the opening room. She double-checked a few bodies, to find that they were thoroughly dead but her eyes lingered on Lili's crossbow. Which was a very valid response because Lili had killed the bulk of them in a handful of seconds. It was hardly the first time I had seen her use it, but it was the first time on targets that weren't monsters. 

Looking at the damage she inflicted, the only thing I could compare it to was a...

See No Evil: Hard Choices (ch.4)

Some small changes before the official release include:

Name change from Hidden Dragon to See No Evil

Tifa stopped Vergil from beating the gangster to death, but he died of his wounds anyway. 

...

I've always had a mean streak in me. Got it from my dad. It never had much of a chance to rear its ugly head, but in every fight I've ever been in, my response to getting hit was to hit harder. When someone was giving me shit, my response was to get mean. I never had it ...

See No Evil: A Hard Place (ch.3)

I sorta, almost, kinda had a plan. Or, I had an idea that could become a plan with a little nurture and care. And by nurture and care, I meant dumb luck, a little cunning, and some more information. Though, it was still a bad idea. It was just my only one, so it was the one I had to go with. 

Stepping outside of the waiting room, leaving my pristine silence pistol in my pant’s line to act as a deterrent, I nearly ran into Dr. Leslie Thompkins as she went to enter the waiting room...

See No Evil: The Rock (ch.2)

Not all suffering was created equal, and all things considered, I had it better than most. I wasn't in crippling debt that kept me from getting ahead in life, or that would undercut my attempts at getting ahead in life. I didn't have any priors that stopped me from getting a job. The one thing that was holding me back was my lack of identity. But, in a city like Gotham, that problem was hardly insurmountable. 

"A new identity?" Jack asked as we sat on the edge of a long wooden dock...

See No Evil: Rockbottom (ch.1)

"Hell is closed but Gotham is open?" I read the sign that welcomed people to Gotham city, a sprawling metropolis that looked like it was the unholy experiment gone wrong between gothic architecture and modern buildings, with a splash of steampunk thrown into the mix for funsies. It looked like a city that had absolutely no idea what it wanted to be and the city planners were all trying to do their own separate thing. But, standing above the rest of the skyline was a building that displayed a ...

Going Native: Sounds of the Future (ch. 44)

"I've sent you the data file -- I want you to jump on it. His ratings are going to jump through the roof and I don't want any steam being lost because we were caught flat-footed. Call the producers, get another season of Hero-force in the works now. I'll talk to Prince Tarble about maybe doing an interview," Ada'la, Prince Tarble's agent, spoke into her communicator as she compiled clips and videos of what had transpired on the Shield Worlds. 

The pieces were hard to watch, knowing...

Going Native: Sounds of the Soul (ch. 43)

The additional scene has been posted with the public chapter. 

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"What have I created?" Narra softly asked herself as bile rose in the back of her throat, the atrocious spell that she crafted solely took shape before her eyes. Just over a dozen of her sisters sat in a circle, their hands interlocked as their lips moved, uttering the words of a spell. Ancient words, the spoken word of their home planet, and she mangled them. Twisting those beautiful, breathtaking words, into...

Going Native: Sounds of War (ch. 42)

The additional scene has been posted with the public chapter. 

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"You know your squads, you know your objectives, and you know what to do," Avery spoke calmly through the speakers of everyone in the 501st. Prince Tarble, as capable of a leader as he was, undervalued the effect of a speech. Just a few words to get the soldier’s heads in the game. "Look out for the squads on your left and your right and we'll all return from this mission. Prince Tarble picked you all person...