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Commissioned by Definitely Not Dio


Chaotic Clusterfuck

Chapter 17


-VB-


News traveled fast, and when the entire world’s militaries were on the lookout for raiders, pirates, and more, news about potential attacks also traveled far and wide. 


USA, in particular, used the internet, a “primitive” network that the Batarians refused to use because of its “inferiority,” to send out warnings of an impending raid after a squadron of corvettes lifted off from the Batarian occupied state of Georgia and flew east and then north.


Immediately, everyone - and I mean everyone - began to prepare for a raid. E88 prepared safehouses and bunkers. The pirates and ABB evenly distributed their capes across their territories or outright fled. The PRT, Protectorate, and the National Guard were put on high alert and watching the skies incessantly. 


Independent heroes and villains began to find others to work with, if only for mutual defense. 


As for her family - except her ex-husband - and her new husband, Alan, nothing changed. 


“Between the anti-air guns, my clones, powers, and the ajin -.”


“The things we can’t see, right?” Emma asked while warily glancing at a floating cup of coffee waiting on her to take it. 


Ajin was a power that I did not reveal to my new family until very recently. The reason? Well, it wasn’t exactly relevant. We lived a rich, hedonistic lifestyle, and my three women weren’t cape groupies or even interested in the cape scene aside from potential trouble that it might bring. And the fact that I had clones around to keep them accompanied and satisfied whenever and wherever either they or I wanted. 


So, yeah, there was no need for me to reveal that particular power nor a desire from them to know about every single one of my powers. Oh, Zoe did know most of the powers, including how I needed to keep every single promise I made and was an anti-Thinker Stranger. Thankfully, my anti-Thinker Stranger power didn’t seem to reveal my face to every Thinker as far as I was aware, because otherwise, I would already know about it from people coming after me for giving them migraines every time they so much as looked at Brockton Bay wrongly with their power. 


No, ajin hadn’t been relevant until now.


And how was it relevant now? 


“Yes,” I responded to Emma. “And they will be the ones to take care of any Batarians if they get anywhere near my ‘territory.’”


Yes, the only reason why it became relevant to the three was because I wanted them to know that I had ways of protecting them that they could not see. That’s it. It wasn’t anything grand.


As for what my territory was… The territory in question came in three parts: the company warehouses and factories, residential distract covered by my anti-air guns, and a portion of the eastern Downtown Coast that the Four Musketeers visited more frequently than any other part of the city, even if the difference was showing up everywhere else just once or twice while I had them show up in Downtown Coast on eight different occasions. 


“So don’t be too scared if you see Batarians getting cut or ripped apart by something that doesn’t exist, okay?” 


Anne nodded along. “Sure, sure. I guess this also means you want all of us to stick to your turf?”


“Precisely,” I smiled. “I promise to keep you all safe but I can’t do that if you intentionalyl expose yourself to unnecessary danger.”


Zoe rolled her eyes. “Well, I’m sure that’s what you think,” she said as she stood up. She oof’ed a little, now carrying around her six month pregnancy belly around, and walked over and sat down on my lap. “Now, give me a shoulder massage. It’s not fun lugging three watermelons around, you know?”


I chuckled as I did exactly as she asked. 


Seeing their mom getting more attention, both Anne and Emma quickly came over to my sides.


… It was a good feeling having all three of them with me. 


It also felt great to have three pairs of voluptuous tits around to grab and squeeze. Emma and Anne definitely got their mother’s gene for their bodies because their tits were as great as her-.


My thoughts came to a pause when one of my clones’ ajins reported the PRT and the National Guard - stationed just outside the city - reacting to something.


And there was only one thing that could make them react at the same time.


The Batarians were here. 


-VB-


Seekowl yawned as he stood up from where he had been laying all day long. 


Although all of the clones and the original had the Search Quirk, none of them used it as often and with as much mastery as he could. Sure, most of it had to do with the fact that he was the clone that the rest of them delegated the scouting duty to and that the rest of them didn’t care to use it much; part of the reason why the original had caused such a ruckus was to get all of the capes in the city to react and come after the Four Musketeers, and thus allowing Seekowl to “lock on” to all of the important parahuman figures in the city with his Search Quirk. Without another event like that, the rest of the clones would have to go around and lock onto each of the parahumans on foot, which would take a long time and no other clone would have the same collection of profiles, especially since it was not a guarantee that they would find all of the interesting figures.


Hell, if any of the clones encountered a cute girl or something, then they would definitely use one of the one hundred slots in the Search Qurik to keep track of her. 


This meant that Seekowl was important even among the other clones. It gave him a “first among equals” vibe that other clones lacked. The clones who lived in the mansion and as servant-dash-fuckbuddies of the girls were particularly less important than him.


Was he ranking himself among the clones? Yes, yes he was. He and the rest of the clones were copies of the original, and the original could get disgustingly petty when he wanted to. He just didn’t most of the time because he considered it a waste of time and energy. 


… where was he going with this?


Right, he was important because he had nearly all of the important capes locked-on.


And so he looked around and saw all of the capes moving before and as soon as the air raid sirens rang across the city. 


“Oof!” he uttered as his back cracked and popped as he stood up. He stretched to and fro before he settled down. With a snap of his wrist, his Gamer’s inventory opened and a steel staff popped out. Any kind of staff helped with magic. The shape, material, and age of the material also mattered; the older, weighty/heavy, and once-alive, the better. 


So a thin metal staff was the least conducive to the Gamer’s Mage-class magic boost. 


But he used it anyway because with alchemy that all of the clones could use (but he and every other clone other than Alric didn’t publicly), he could easily replace it.


And as for what he was doing now as the city went into a frenzy…


He looked around, watching the outlines of important capes in the distance moving and filling in areas of the city as they tried to run or set up defences, and through his eyes, the rest of the clones and the original saw how the city was reacting. He’ll also be able to see if any of the capes got abducted by the Batarians.


That was a rumor on the internet about that, but if it was true, then the original wanted to know for sure. 


Mere minutes after he got situated and ready to report on all of the movements of the major players of the city, Batarian corvettes arrived just over the eastern horizon.


Brockton Bay was getting raided.


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