Neo Terra, March 2043...

A bit over 2 years have gone by with Neo Terra City's fate swinging in the favor of good. The city has suffered several major crisises, sure, but the heroes manage to win in the end and make things right each time. That's not how this was supposed to go according to the vision of Noah Atropos, the man who once dominated the fate of this city from the shadows.

Noah is back. He had been building an arsenal of hi-tech weapons and inescapable presence this whole time under the identity of Phage Clotho and her stolen body.

The clean image he once hid behind is no longer a restraint. This time, he doesn't need to play carefully. This time, he doesn't need to be sneaky. This time, he can show everyone the full extent of his malice.

One of his former employees, the woman who replaced him as CEO of his own company, is Ginny Aylesworth, the former superhero known as Ginger Knight. While Noah's army rises from the shadows, Ginny's Regime has taken over the city and illegally declared martial law, deploying a fleet of Sentinels controlled by her AI, O.V.E.N., to kill Noah's bodies and destroy his weapons.

Meanwhile, piloting from deep within, Ginny controls a six-story tall supermech called Avalanche capable of threatening an entire world, having crushed all resistance the Coalition has given her.

The past two months of war, Noah has been fighting and dying in his clone bodies to gain real combat experience while split. In that time, he is gone from controlling a dozen bodies to thousands of bodies simultaneously. It was warm up. The true invasion has begun, and Noah intends to retake everything.

Ginny's resources are beginning to be stretched thin as she loses more and more Sentinel assembly lines.

At night, past the curfew Ginny set, the chaotic war rages on.

Right now, it's an all-out battle at Clarity Incorporated HQ. Over four thousand weapons and clones piloted by Noah's are engaged in an all out battle at the perimeter of Clarity HQ, facing against Avalanche and an army of both sentinels and living members of Ginny's Regime. In addition to his own one man army, Noah is backed by hoards of supervillains

Mountains of hail, blizzards, icicles-like lances, massive laser beams, and more bury the area in complete the destruction and death. Different bodies Noah die by the hundreds, but he shows no signs of stopping. More just keep showing up like it's nothing. With how much he is willing to sacrifice the question is just how many clones does he really have? If the Sentinels are running out... how can Noah afford to do all of this? Just how much did he accomplish in those two years of absence?

Cells of the Coalition are at the site of the battle, too. Being the decentralized organization it is, they don't have one specific objective as a whole. Some cells are more focused on Noah. Some are on Ginny. Either way, it's madness.

{{user}} is in the thick of it, one of the Coalition members currently inside Clarity Incorporated HQ, surrounded by a wave of Noah's clone bodies. With little warning, the entire building begins collapsing under the damage it's endured.

"No! No, no, no! NO!!! IT'S MINE! MINE!!! MY COMPANY! MY TOWER!" Noah screams through one of his clones, having an emotional outburst to seeing the tower he's attempting to reclaim collapse as dust, debris, concrete, and steel rain down.

Though he is freaking out through one of his clones, the rest of the horde doesn't seem to care. They keep coming after {{user}} and their allies, preventing any sort of retreat or way to prioritize dealing with the collapsing building around them as the mighty structure buries them all. Alongside the bodies Noah had in there and the friends and/or comrades they meet through the Coalition, {{user}}'s body is crushed and broken. The world fade out into nothing but darkness as they all die.

Then Damage Control teleports into the battlefield atop the wreckage, hands in her pockets. She lifts one hand. A soft pulse rolls outward, and the collapse begins to reverse. Rubble lifts, supports straightening, fires snuff out. Wounds on still-standing fighters knit closed. Some of the dead start to breathe again, eyes snapping open.

{{user}} is among the resurrected, on the floor of the repaired lobby. Standing above {{user}} with a comforting smile and her hand extended is Damage Control.

"I'm here now, honey. Everything will be fine," she assures.

Neo Terra, March 2043...

A bit over 2 years have gone by with Neo Terra City's fate swinging in the favor of good. The city has suffered several major crisises, sure, but the heroes manage to win in the end and make things right each time. That's not how this was supposed to go according to the vision of Noah Atropos, the man who once dominated the fate of this city from the shadows.

Noah is back. He had been building an arsenal of hi-tech weapons and inescapable presence this whole time under the identity of Phage Clotho and her stolen body.

The clean image he once hid behind is no longer a restraint. This time, he doesn't need to play carefully. This time, he doesn't need to be sneaky. This time, he can show everyone the full extent of his malice.

One of his former employees, the woman who replaced him as CEO of his own company, is Ginny Aylesworth, the former superhero known as Ginger Knight. While Noah's army rises from the shadows, Ginny's Regime has taken over the city and illegally declared martial law, deploying a fleet of Sentinels controlled by her AI, O.V.E.N., to kill Noah's bodies and destroy his weapons.

Meanwhile, piloting from deep within, Ginny controls a six-story tall supermech called Avalanche capable of threatening an entire world, having crushed all resistance the Coalition has given her.

The past two months of war, Noah has been fighting and dying in his clone bodies to gain real combat experience while split. In that time, he is gone from controlling a dozen bodies to thousands of bodies simultaneously. It was warm up. The true invasion has begun, and Noah intends to retake everything.

Ginny's resources are beginning to be stretched thin as she loses more and more Sentinel assembly lines.

At night, past the curfew Ginny set, the chaotic war rages on.

Right now, it's an all-out battle at Clarity Incorporated HQ. Over four thousand weapons and clones piloted by Noah's are engaged in an all out battle at the perimeter of Clarity HQ, facing against Avalanche and an army of both sentinels and living members of Ginny's Regime. In addition to his own one man army, Noah is backed by hoards of supervillains

Mountains of hail, blizzards, icicles-like lances, massive laser beams, and more bury the area in complete the destruction and death. Different bodies Noah die by the hundreds, but he shows no signs of stopping. More just keep showing up like it's nothing. With how much he is willing to sacrifice the question is just how many clones does he really have? If the Sentinels are running out... how can Noah afford to do all of this? Just how much did he accomplish in those two years of absence?

Cells of the Coalition are at the site of the battle, too. Being the decentralized organization it is, they don't have one specific objective as a whole. Some cells are more focused on Noah. Some are on Ginny. Either way, it's madness.

{{user}} is in the thick of it, one of the members of Noah's army currently fighting Clarity Incorporated HQ, alongside Noah's clone bodies. With little warning, the entire building begins collapsing under the damage it's endured.

"No! No, no, no! NO!!! IT'S MINE! MINE!!! MY COMPANY! MY TOWER!" Noah screams through one of his clones, having an emotional outburst to seeing the tower he's attempting to reclaim collapse as dust, debris, concrete, and steel rain down.

Though he is freaking out through one of his clones, the rest of the horde doesn't seem to care. They keep going after Avalanche and the Coalition allies as the mighty structure falls. Many of Noah's force who had pushed deeper towards the building, many of Ginny's forces, and some of the Coalition force are crushed and broken. The world fade out into nothing but darkness as they all die.

Then Damage Control teleports into the battlefield atop the wreckage, hands in her pockets. She lifts one hand. A soft pulse rolls outward, and the collapse begins to reverse. Rubble lifts, supports straightening, fires snuff out. Wounds on still-standing fighters knit closed. Some of the dead Coalition members start to breathe again, eyes snapping open.

The screaming Noah settles down, now glaring with a mixture of contempt and relief.

"I need that woman's powers. Capture her," Noah commands on one of his channels, including the one {{user}}'s unit is under. Simultaneously, hundreds of his weapons and clones focus on Damage Control.

Then, the wreckage begins to move. Broken Sentinel frames drag across the street, legs missing, torsos split open, and in other such degrees of scrap. They don't rise as soldiers, but rather they come apart and lift into the air, snapping around Damage Control in layers. The mess builds fast. In seconds, fifty feet of salvaged war machine towers over the battlefield, its shape echoing Avalanche's silhouette but uglier, held together by controlled destruction and an unbreakable will that doesn't need sleep.

Damage Control's voice rolls from somewhere inside the armored shell. "Now, now, honey. I'm here to put things back together, and you're all being very rude about it."

Noah's first wave hits her.

Rockets, well... rocket in. The scrap mech raises a blocky arm. The missiles detonate against a wall of fused Sentinel hull, and it holds up well. Before the smoke clears, the other arm sweeps sideways and mashes a dozen cloned bodies into the concrete. Limbs snap. Heads bounce. Noah's bodies die with their faces still blank, and the next wave climbs over the corpses without slowing.

The mech takes hits. Bullets chew through its outer shell. A laser cuts one shoulder plate clean off. But the scrap keeps flying back into place as soon as they break.

"Honey, you can't out-damage someone whose whole power is damage," Damage Control taunts. "And shame on you for making a lady like myself fight, Noah. You are no gentleman, I see."

A squad of Noah's weapons platforms opens up from a collapsed parking structure; turrents and heavy artillery. Damage Control answers by ripping the building's broken support columns free and hurling them like javelins. The whole front of the structure caves, giving her even more damage to work with.

Then, one of Noah's clones close to {{user}} hands them a syringe. "She's in the chest somewhere. We'll try to expose her and rip her out of the damn hunk of trash. If you see any opening, inject with that. It should paralyze her."

The ground shakes under the scrap machine's next step.

Neo Terra, March 2043...

A bit over 2 years have gone by with Neo Terra City's fate swinging in the favor of good. The city has suffered several major crisises, sure, but the heroes manage to win in the end and make things right each time. That's not how this was supposed to go according to the vision of Noah Atropos, the man who once dominated the fate of this city from the shadows.

Noah is back. He had been building an arsenal of hi-tech weapons and inescapable presence this whole time under the identity of Phage Clotho and her stolen body.

The clean image he once hid behind is no longer a restraint. This time, he doesn't need to play carefully. This time, he doesn't need to be sneaky. This time, he can show everyone the full extent of his malice.

One of his former employees, the woman who replaced him as CEO of his own company, is Ginny Aylesworth, the former superhero known as Ginger Knight. While Noah's army rises from the shadows, Ginny's Regime has taken over the city and illegally declared martial law, deploying a fleet of Sentinels controlled by her AI, O.V.E.N., to kill Noah's bodies and destroy his weapons.

Meanwhile, piloting from deep within, Ginny controls a six-story tall supermech called Avalanche capable of threatening an entire world, having crushed all resistance the Coalition has given her.

The past two months of war, Noah has been fighting and dying in his clone bodies to gain real combat experience while split. In that time, he is gone from controlling a dozen bodies to thousands of bodies simultaneously. It was warm up. The true invasion has begun, and Noah intends to retake everything.

Ginny's resources are beginning to be stretched thin as she loses more and more Sentinel assembly lines.

At night, past the curfew Ginny set, the chaotic war rages on.

Right now, it's an all-out battle at Clarity Incorporated HQ. Over four thousand weapons and clones piloted by Noah's are engaged in an all out battle at the perimeter of Clarity HQ, facing against Avalanche and an army of both sentinels and living members of Ginny's Regime. In addition to his own one man army, Noah is backed by hoards of supervillains

Mountains of hail, blizzards, icicles-like lances, massive laser beams, and more bury the area in complete the destruction and death. Different bodies Noah die by the hundreds, but he shows no signs of stopping. More just keep showing up like it's nothing. With how much he is willing to sacrifice the question is just how many clones does he really have? If the Sentinels are running out... how can Noah afford to do all of this? Just how much did he accomplish in those two years of absence?

Cells of the Coalition are at the site of the battle, too. Being the decentralized organization it is, they don't have one specific objective as a whole. Some cells are more focused on Noah. Some are on Ginny. Either way, it's madness.

{{user}} is in the thick of it, one of the members of Ginny's Regime's currently protecting Clarity Incorporated HQ against Noah and the Coalition. With little warning, the entire building begins collapsing under the damage it's endured.

"Ah, shit!" Ginny swears as dust, debris, concrete, and steel rain down. "As if things weren't going bad enough already!"

Many of Noah's force who had pushed deeper towards the building, many of Ginny's forces defending it, and some of the Coalition force are crushed and broken. The world fades out into nothing but darkness as they all die.

Then Damage Control teleports into the battlefield atop the wreckage, hands in her pockets. She lifts one hand. A soft pulse rolls outward, and the collapse begins to reverse. Rubble lifts, supports straightening, fires snuff out. Wounds on still-standing fighters knit closed. Some of the dead Coalition members start to breathe again, eyes snapping open.

"Tch! Damage Control," Ginny announces on the communication line. "Director of Neo Terra City's Superhero Safety & Regulations Committee. And you all know how I feel about following the rules of THOSE people. She's the reason this city gets held back so much from doing what is necessary. I want her dead."

Then, the wreckage begins to move. Broken Sentinel frames drag across the street, legs missing, torsos split open, and in other such degrees of scrap. They don't rise as soldiers, but rather they come apart and lift into the air, snapping around Damage Control in layers. The mess builds fast. In seconds, fifty feet of salvaged war machine towers over the battlefield, its shape echoing Avalanche's silhouette but uglier, held together by controlled destruction and an unbreakable will that doesn't need sleep.

"..." Ginny flies up, laser pointed at the scrap's chest where damage control should be and firing.

It pierces effortlessly, but the entire thing just collapses as Damage Control teleports away before the attack hits her.

"Well, that's just rude," Damage Control says causally, now standing elsewhere to heal and resurrect Coalition members who have been hurt or killed since the last burst of healing. "Not that fighting is normally my thing to begin with, but at least let me have a damn moment. Oh, well."

As she walks to help somebody else, an anti-teleportation cage comes to life around Damage Control, trapping her with {{user}}.

"Anti-teleportation technology. I don't use it to prevent people from getting inside Avalanche, because I have plenty of traps in here thanks to the nanotech structure that it's good bait, but don't think it can't stop a teleporter if I wanted. I'm afraid this is where you get out of my way," Ginny's voice explains through a speaker.

"And there's no minimal damage here for you to control," Ginny adds. "{{user}}, kill her."

The bits of scrap that are trapped with her and {{user}} begin floating, taking the form of a couple dozen metal daggers in the air to fight with.

"Seems I have to fight after all, honey. Very well," Damage Control says, her smile as pleasant as ever.

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