“Call me
Fiona,” replies Morgan before sighing, “I’m not a normal person anymore is the
main reason, not by my home dimension’s standards anyway. I changed both
physically and mentally over the last few years. Those changes have been
overtime, always a good idea at the time. I haven’t regretted them at all and
still don’t, but those changed weren’t made when it was possible for me to go
home. If I had the possibility, I would have done so and not have made those
changed.”
“What changes
are you talking about?” I ask.
“For starters,
I’m cyborg,” answers Fiona, “I got nanites pumping through my veins and rest of
my body. My nervous system is supported by two artificial ones and an exoskeleton
and all be bones are reinforced and coated in metallic alloy I doubt you ever
heard of. It’s one of Warmind’s inventions. I also got emergency memory
storages in my body, some for storing data and others for backing up my
memories. My senses are all cybernetically enhanced and I can easily function
beyond a normal human with only those alone.”
Fiona takes a
deep breath and appears to be gathering her thoughts.
“I have also
been genetically enhanced to the point my DNA isn’t the same as when I was
born,” continues Fiona, “If you tested it against the rest of my family, you
wouldn’t get a match. So I’m superhuman thanks to my enhanced genetics and
cybernetics. But I willing and choose to have my genetics changed and it has
saved my life on more than one occasion. I also think a lot faster and
efficiently than a regular human and can process things much quicker. Thanks to
my genes and cybernetics, I have perfect memory or as close as you can get. I
also got wards to protect against magic. Since nobody in my universe has powers
or magic, I would stand out easily.”
“What do you
mean nobody has powers or magic?” I inquire.
Fiona shrugs
before replying, “Exactly that. My universe is an Earth on which nobody has
superpowers. Never in history.”
I try to wrap
my head around the concept. No powers in the entire of history? How on Earth
does that work? I can’t even to begin to imagine the implications or how a
world like that could function. It would be radically different from our own.
“Do you have
powers?” asks Alex, “By your standards, not those of your home universe.”
“No,” says
Fiona after thinking for a moment, “By the standards of the Drakesguard, I’m
normal and I know because a few of us, such as Tidal and Colonel Gorene, have superpowers.”
“You could go
home and be a superhero?” I suggest, “You would be pretty good since no one,
good guy, bad guy or otherwise, could compete with you.”
I’m still
trying to wrap my head around the concept of an Earth without powers. The whole
idea is just, well, weird.
“That is a
possibility,” concedes Fiona, “But I would have to explain my disappearance to
my family and the authorities. But I could do that if I am consistent in my
cover story and don’t leave any ways for them to properly check it. Warmind could help with that. I could easily keep my changes and
any activities hidden and Warmind could false electronic records if needed. It
could work if I was a vigilante. And if the authorities did find out, well, it’s
not like they could do much about me or even catch me if I didn’t want them to.”
“What about
your costume?” I ask, “You won’t fit in as a normal wearing that armour.”
“That’s true,”
says Fiona, “I would need a more mundane costume. And a name. I really don’t
want to end up with the media picking my name.”
“Trust me, I
know,” I reply, “We got superheroes in this world. Lots of them.”
“Any ideas on
who to go to?” asks Fiona.
“On our world,
almost all the heroes go to same guy for their equipment,” says Alex with a
smirk.
“Who?” asks Fiona.
“Sentinel,”
answers Alex and her grin becomes even wider.
“Really?” says
Fiona.
“Really,” I confirm,
“I can provide you with a high quality costume, gear and gadgets. Usually I
would charge money, but this is one of those special cases where I don’t.”
“Thanks,” says
Fiona.
“Alex,” I say,
looking at the Aquiline, “Since you’re both girls, please get Fiona’s
measurements. I’ll be off checking the base’s stock for other equipment.”
Of course,
that is only a half-truth and Alex can spot it. While I may be a pretty good
liar, I do have to be able to keep my secret identity up after all, those who
know can easily spot it when I’m attempting to be deceitful.
And then there
is the fact that Alex is an Aquiline.
But she trusts
me and doesn’t let any acknowledgement of my deceit show as she leads Fiona out
of the room.
I should be
able to avoid being overheard, but Fiona has really good hearing. She didn’t
overhear me quietly call Narszara earlier and shouldn’t now.
But I am not
one to take careless chances, especially when dealing with someone that’s
extremely dangerous.
“Narszara?” I
whisper quietly as I walk up to the base computer.
I do need to
check the stock to cover up my actions.
“Yes milord?”
answers the Norgardian.
“Did you
overhear the conversation?” I ask her.
“Aye,” comes
the reply, but Janelle also cuts in.
“So did I,”
says Janelle, “I’m enjoying taking an active role by the way.”
“Glad to
hear,” I answer, “But do you think Fiona can be trusted? I feel we can, but you
two seem to know more about her and Multiverse politics than I do.”
“The
Drakesguard can be trusted like the Sangor and Norgardians,” replies Narszara,
“But it varies with other members of Warmind’s forces. But overall, Warmind and Drakesguard, Traggan
and the Norgardians and the Knights of Deltae and their Sangorra form what is
known as the Good Three to the communities of the Multiverse.”
“I agree with
Narszara’s assessment,” agrees Janelle.
“Good,” I say,
“Because I was thinking of offering to use the Awakener on Fiona.”
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