Daddy's Girl (Worm)

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RahXephon

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AN: I might as well make a dedicated thread since I have a lot in mind for this storyline.

Index

I, II, III, IV, V, VI, VII, VIII, IX, X,

Daddy's Girl I

There were times when Armsmaster felt subsumed by his work. In addition to managing the Protectorate and overseeing a couple dozen of tech projects, he always continued to tinker with his equipment, implementing a few more functions or improving upon an existing method. Sometimes, he felt as if he wished he could make the entire world go away and leave him all alone with his workshop to do as he wished.

But then he'd remind himself to come home, shed his uniform and take the time to cook up a meal for two.

"Katherine! Dinner's ready!"

"Coming dad!"

His little sunshine jogged down the stairs of his cozy, upscale home and took a seat opposite to him of the dinner table. "Pasta again?"

Colin reached out and ruffled his daughter's hair. "I have to start easy, you know."

She smiled back at him, which instantly brightened his otherwise dull and uneventful day. He was so lucky to have a daughter in his life who constantly reminded him the joys of life. He would give his life in an instant if it was necessary to save her. Though she was a lanky, skinny teenager, to him she was the most beautiful girl he'd ever known.

As the two dug into their meals, Kat asked, "So how was work today?"

"Hm, nothing unusual. Patrol was quiet, and I had more excitement dealing with paperwork than keeping the streets clean."

His daughter frowned a little at that. "You're not going to find any dirt on the boardwalks. Why don't you schedule the patrols down at the docks and other gang-infested areas?"

Colin frowned at her question. It was an exceedingly delicate matter that her daughter had no involvement in. Yet when she looked at him with such bright, pleading eyes, he felt his resistance softening. It was just his daughter. What harm could there be in teaching her?

"It would be unseemly for the Protectorate to actively patrol the most gang-ridden territories on a regular basis. Not only do we lack the strength to confront any gang without losses, the escalation that would inevitably result might lead to an unacceptable amount of casualties. For better or worse, we have to tackle the villains patiently, and only engage when they make an opening we can exploit."

"That's stupid." She said back with all the innocence of youth. "Shadow Stalker shows up more in the news than the adult heroes. People are beginning to question whether the Protectorate deserves its paycheck, you know."

As much as he wanted to argue back, he couldn't do that to his daughter. Instead he gave her a patronizing smile. "You'll learn soon enough. By the way, when will you join the wards?"

"Not now. I don't feel confident in my skills." Kat said, but then she smiled at him and unlatched her wristwatch and holding it out to him to inspect it. "I finished working in your suggestions. It can tap into wireless communications even with its jamming function activated. I also smoothed over the other conflicts and finally managed to squeeze in the lockpicking module."

He didn't exactly approve of the lockpicking function, but that was relatively tame compared to her attempts to implement something more dangerous in his daughter's creation. He had to put his foot down several times in order to dissuade her from implementing more than just an electrical jolt for self defense. As he inspected the wristwatch carefully for any major flaws and hazards, he handed it back to her with a mild but proud smile.

"You did a fine job with just the tools in the garage. It's stable and easy to maintain, though I do feel you're holding back."

Kat slipped the watch back on her wrist. "I wanted to make sure non-tinkers would be able to maintain it. Maybe I want to sell my design someday so the rest of the world can take advantage of these nifty functions."

"Hmm it's still a waste of your potential."

They both finished their meals and cleaned the dishes. After an hour of doing their own businesses, they eventually came together in the living room where they both sat down to watch soppy drama. Normally, Colin would rather bash his brain against a wall than watch something so pointless, but if it meant he could spend some more time with his daughter, he'd gladly watch hours of the program.

"About the wards..."

"What is it, Kat? Are you still not satisfied with what you already know?"

"If I'm going to join the wards, I want to make the best impression possible. You already told me about Kid Win, Vista and the rest, but you still haven't told me much about Shadow Stalker."

"She's... not entirely stable. I don't.. want to scare you."

"Let me be the judge of that, dad. Just tell me, please?"

His daughter - despite having almost the exact same powers as him - still had no business knowing about the Wards until she officially joined the group. Yet.. he didn't want to plunge her into the harsh world of parahumans without preparation. He wanted to give her daughter the best headstart possible in order to boost her future career in the Protectorate. Besides, he chuckled to himself, he couldn't resist her pleading eyes.

"Alright, alright, Kat. She's not exactly your average Ward. She's actually on probation, you know. We found her cleaning up the streets with some of her victims bleeding out from that crossbow of hers, and ever since then we've been having trouble reigning her in. Those incidents where she's found in gang territories isn't something I've planned in her patrol schedule. She always seems to find an excuse to 'chase after a fleeing perp' or something and draw out that pursuit to include a wealth of drug dealers and gangbangers."

"Then why haven't you cracked down on her yet?"

"She's not stupid enough to break the rules. I hate to say it, but the PRT taught her enough sense to not only understand the rules, but how to bend them in her favor. I'll be glad to see her off the Wards in two years so she'll be in someone else's hands. I have a bit more choice concerning the Protectorate and there's no way I'll let her in on my team."

She raised her eyebrow at that. "Two years? So she's the same age as me, right?"

He nodded. "And unlike the other Wards, she isn't attending Arcadia. She's attending Winslow like you."

Though why did he let Kat attend Winslow? He frowned internally. Arcadia was a much better school with much less gang influence, and it wasn't like he was short on cash with all his superhero work. But then his daughter pulled him out of his thoughts.

"Oh!" She beamed. "Then I might know her! Who is she, really? I might be friends with her already without knowing it."

"You know I can't tell you that, sunshine." He smiled back at her, messing up her admittedly unruly hair again. "There are rules about these kinds of things."

"But daaaaaaaaad! You already told me the names of the rest of the Wards. What can it hurt to complete the set?"

Yes, what could it hurt? His pride and joy would soon be joining the Wards anyway, so it wasn't like he was leaking highly classified information. He would only be giving her a leg up.

"Alright, dear." Colin sighed. "I don't have to warn you again not to tell anyone, do I? Shadow Stalker's real name is Sophia Hess. She's an African-American, and last I heard she's on the school's track team. Do you recognize her?"

His daughter's smile trembled a little, but before he could ask what was bothering her she quickly hugged him. "Thanks dad, that was exactly what I needed to know!"

Somehow, the conversation veered away from the Wards and to her school performance. Eventually, Kat's bed time approached, and after giving her time to change clothes and brush her teeth, he tucked her in. "I love you, Kat."

"I love you too, dad." She murmured as she closed her eyes and gave him a contented smile.

That single happy smile strengthened his resolve to have her join the Wards. She was more than ready to join and expand her potential from creating gadgets out of household goods and whatever she could afford with the generous allowance he gave. After a good night's sleep, he had breakfast alone, wishing his daughter wouldn't wake up so early in order to jog each morning, and went to work after donning his uniform.

As soon as he reached his office, he booted up his computer and filled in the preliminary paperwork. Miss Militia entered his office with two steaming cups of coffee shortly before he finished the final page.

"Good morning, Colin." She greeted him casually as she placed his cup just in reach of his hand, just the way he liked it. "What are you working on this time? It's too early to file in paperwork, you know. You'll get exhausted before you go on patrol."

"This isn't just a regular report. I'm finally going to apply my daughter for the Wards."

A few seconds passed where the only sounds in the office were the taps of Armsmaster's keyboard.

"Colin.. you don't have a daughter. You're not even married."

"What nonsense are you talking about? Didn't you meet Katherine once when you visited my place?"

Miss Militia put down her cup of coffee and gripped the morphing pistol hanging by her side. "Katherine? You're single, Colin. Pretty much all your life. And you're talking applying a daughter who doesn't exist to the Wards?"

"But.. she's real." He whispered, even as his helmet told him that Miss Militia wasn't lying. He just couldn't believe it. "She even has the same powers as me. The watch she gave me last night was real. She made it with her own powers, powers she inherited from me."

A short silence, before Miss Militia exploded into action. She ran back to the wall and slapped an alarm that caused the office to lock down immediately. The door and window barred shut while Armsmaster's computer shut itself off. Miss Militia brought out her phone and dialed an emergency number.

"Miss Militia here. I need a containment team to take Armsmaster into custody immediately. He's been affected by an unknown parahuman, possibly a teenage girl with the appropriate age to join the Wards. Put the Master/Stranger protocols in effect."

"But she's real.. Katherine's real.." Colin continued to say.

Elsewhere, Taylor felt the connection she had to Armsmaster break. 'A pity, but I knew it wouldn't last.' Still, she was glad she got what she wanted out of the relationship, however brief it may have been. She knew a bit more how the PRT worked and got plenty of dirt on the Wards. She even inadvertently found out Sophia's hidden identity, which explained so much. Perhaps it was better that her relationship with Armsmaster ended there. She might not want to find out what she could persuade him to do concerning Sophia.

Taylor looked at her wristwatch, and lamented the lack of insight that allowed her to tinker with it and improve its design. 'If I had a few more weeks, I could have made something even more awesome.' At least it was untraceable and wouldn't break down any time soon.

Oh well, it was time for Taylor to find a new daddy.

Daddy's Girl II
 

RahXephon

Monarch
Daddy's Girl II

"Papa! I'm home."

Victor looked up from his news magazine (the National Review, which sadly has forgotten its roots but still maintains influence) and beamed a smile at his dearest.

"How was your day volunteering at the hospital, Ella?"

"Great. I haven't been able to come any closer to Panacea, though. Security keeps pushing everyone away, even the staff. They take her safety very seriously."

The man shrugged. "We'll have to be content you still have access to the long-term patients. The doctors - and by extension the Protectorate - won't grow suspicious if elderly patients lose their abilities and talents. It's the best place for empowered individuals like us to strengthen ourselves, and it is best to steal abilities when they have been ripened during an entire lifetime."

His daughter joined him at the lounge and picked up one of the many journals scattered throughout. She flipped through the pages with admirable speed, finishing Time in less than 2 minutes with the help of the speedreading technique she picked up recently.

As soon as she threw back the magazine, Victor quizzed, "What is the article on page 32 about?"

"It talks about the President's continued policy of non-interference with regards to the human rights violations resulting from the wars in Africa."

Victor nodded appreciatively, proud that his daughter finally mastered speedreading. "Us Caucasians have no need to intervene in Africa. Let the degenerate primitives wipe themselves out. After a decade or five the entire continent will be devoid of life as the Africans have all conveniently murdered themselves to extinction."

Like a true daughter, Ella agreed with him wholeheartedly. "The entire world will belong to the Aryan race in time."

"One step at a time, my flower." Victor admonished her lightly. "And it won't happen in my lifetime, sadly. It is up to you and all our other young to pick up the torch. That said, you've picked up enough skills now ever since you've triggered. It's time to bring you in the family business."

"You will? Thank you papa!" Ella beamed a smile at him. "Will I finally get to meet Kaiser?"

"Now now, don't be so impatient. Kaiser is a busy man and I wouldn't like to disturb him by introducing an untested parahuman to him, even if you're my own flesh and blood. You have to prove your mettle first."

His daughter seemed a little put out at that. She had been chafing to meet with Kaiser forever ever since she triggered. 'Perhaps she idolizes the boss a little too much.' Victor thought, but at least he was reassured that he was the one who held first place in her heart.

"We'll start with something simple, a raid on a small ABB drug operation I've been eyeing for just this moment. It's only a small distribution point, so there's only a couple of yellowskins guarding the place, nothing you can't handle. Othala and I will make sure you won't have to handle more than you can chew."

While Ella seemed nervous at the prospect, Victor did not wish for her to be sheltered forever. She was his progeny, the person who would be destined to make the dream for a White and Pure America come into fruition.

"Do you have to bring Othala with you? She doesn't like me."

Othala again. He shook his head, growing a little firm at her continued dislike for the woman. "Othala is a decent woman. She's just... upset that I hid you from her and the Eighty-Eight. Give it time, and you'll grow on her. She might become your stepmother, you know."

Ella smirked back at him. "Why isn't she, yet? With your skills of seduction - and I know you have them, I can feel it - you could have had the wedding years ago."

"Ah." Victor leaned back against the sofa. "But what is love, if there is no effort? Forceful persuasion leaves an emptiness in your heart, and eventual dissatisfaction in your victim's head. Love is not a machine to be forced to work in your favor. True love is more transcendent, a meeting of two disparate minds but joined in a single purpose. It is a pair of flowers intertwined in such a way that their beauty is far more than the sum of their parts. Much like the love that we share with one another."

For some reason, Ella looked more upset. Victor sighed, and went over to his daughter to hold her in his arms. "If Othala really upsets you, I'll... I'll break it up. While I might to grow to love her as deeply as I love you, you will always be the first in my heart and soul. I love you."

"I love you too. She kissed his cheek, and he kissed her back on her forehead."

After a sumptuous dinner where his daughter once again demonstrated her excellent Michelin Star quality meal, they spent the evening separately before turning to bed. As he was about to turn off the lights in his bedroom, his daughter knocked and opened the door.

"Papa?"

"What is it, my treasure?"

"I'm.. I'm still nervous. Can I sleep in your bed tonight?"

"Of course, Ella."

While a part of him disapproved of her need to seek such basic comfort, another part of him just wanted to protect her from all the evils of the world. Feeling his daughter settle next to him and doze off reminded him why he set out to join the Empire Eighty-Eight. He wanted to make America a better place, a safer place bereft of the evils of multiculturalism and other such nonsense. He squeezed his daughter affectionately before fading away into dreams himself, imagining a perfect world where Othala, Ella and himself would be living together in a pure and uncontaminated Brockton Bay.

"..Ikto... Vikt.. Victor!"

A hand roughly shoved Victor awake. Feeling strangely drowsy and fatigued, he only marginally opened his eyes at the intruder. "Wh...Who?"

"Victor, you've overslept by six hours. You never showed up at the morning meeting. Kaiser's really pissed off at you now."

"B..But... oh Scheisse."

With a forceful grunt, Victor roused himself, shoved aside his sheets and left his bed.

Only to collapse in a tangle of confused and uncoordinated limbs. "Whwat?"

"Victor! What's wrong!" Othala yelled as she dropped to his side.

Everything was so confusing to Victor. He tried to make sense of his uncooperative limbs, only to fail. What was happening? What time was it? He looked at his alarm clock, and peered at it for several seconds, only to strangely not make sense of it at all.

"W-What's happening to me? I.. I can't read it.. I can't read the time.."

He couldn't move. He couldn't read the time. What else couldn't he do what he should be easily doing before? He tried to sing a tune that would put an opera singer to shame, only to cause a sharp wince from his girlfriend at the terrible noise he put out. His mind - thankfully sharp enough to keep its intelligence - rapidly came to a single, damning conclusion. "I lost it. I lost all of my skills, and talents, and more."

Othala looked shocked at him. "Everything? Even the ability to walk?"

"It's all gone!" Victor shouted back as he started to lose his composure. Tears swelled as the magnitude of his crippled state fully settled in. He had to get them back, but how?

His daughter! He could borrow a couple of esssential skills from his daughter to tide himself over. She would likely be upset at losing so much, but it wasn't as if she could get them back elsewhere. "Where's Ella? She's still at school, right? I need her help to get me back my skills. Call Winslow right now! Tell them it's a family emergency."

While Victor always knew Othala didn't like his daughter, the emergency trumped all other concerns. "Okay, I"ll call the school. Just.. stay tight."

With a huff, Othala lifted Victor back onto his bed and brought up her cellphone, only to find out she didn't know the number of the school. After a quick search on the computer, she eventually got the number and called.

"Yes, I'm calling on behalf of my boyfriend. He had an.. accident and he needs his daughter. Could you please inform Ella..."

After a few minutes of discussion, Othella put down her cellphone and looked at her boyfriend with confusion. "Victor, the school says they don't have a student named Ella there."

"How can that be? Ella.. she always attended Winslow. She came back home every school day to tell me what she learned there."

The two of them sat there in stumped silence.

Meanwhile, Taylor waltzed across the streets of the Boardwalk, reveling in her newly acquired grace and freedom of movement. She hummed a beautiful tune so expertly that she drew in more than a couple of stares. The attention she received - though risky - still gave her a substantial boost in her self-confidence. Even as she felt her connection to Victor break, she was glad that the skills she jacked from her temporary father showed no sign of going away any time soon.

'Phew. I'm glad all my efforts haven't been in vain. If I have to spend one more night pretending to love that ignorant, racist asshole, I might have done something worse to him...'

Her stomach, reminding her that she hadn't eaten in a while. She looked around and smoothly walked over to the nearest tourist who looked like he was decently loaded and hooked her arm around his. The slightly overweight man looked startled at the unexpected contact. "What?"

"I'm back, daddy. I'm a little hungry. Can we go eat at that nice Italian place over there?"

"O-Of course, my dear." The tourist replied with a befuddled but increasingly tender smile. "What have you been up to while you were gone, uhm... ehh.."

"It's Sarah. Did you forget my name again?"

"Oh, Sarah! How could I forget! It just slipped my mind..."

His daughter made a grumpy sound. "Well, you can pay me back if you order the nine-course meal."

"Anything you want, baby. Except for wine. You're not old enough."

"Yes, daddy." Sarah beamed back at him, and he couldn't help but feel immensely lucky for having such a beautiful daughter to brighten up his life.

Daddy's Girl III
 

RahXephon

Monarch
Daddy's Girl III

Bakuda stormed up the stairs towards Lung's current hideout. She had it with this charade. For weeks, she had stood on the sidelines and see how this newcomer, this teenage white kid somehow convince Lung that she was Sakura, his estranged daughter from Japan. Not only did her boss believe it, he adopted the stupid story wholeheartedly and forced the rest of the gang to follow suit.

There wasn't even a single Asian blood cell in Lung's supposed daughter, and everyone knew it. Even the whitest half-breeds look more true to their more refined race than that bitch Sakura. She stomped to the top of the apartment complex and barged open the door, the bitch probably feeling arrogant enough not to lock the door. 'That's going to be a mistake she won't live to regret.'

The main room was plunged in shadows, as Sakura had pulled the blinders closed. Still, there was enough light leaking past for Bakuda to see the bitch was lounging on Lung's La-Z-Boy like she owned the world.

"Bakuda." The younger girl drawled, imitating Lung's confidence like she was really one of his progeny. "What do I owe you the pleasure?"

Even now, the girl brazenly addressed Bakuda as if she was somehow superior. The bomb-throwing Tinker sneered back at the bitch, not that she could see it under the gas mask. "The gig is up. You may have fooled Lung and a few of our gullible members, but you I can see the truth, plain as day. You're nothing but a WHITE little bitch with some kind of brainwashing power."

Sakura - probably not her real name, she would have had a boring westerner name like Anna or Taylor - raised a single blasé eyebrow. "So?"

Snarling, Bakuda retrieved a single grenade from her vest and hooked her thumb on the ring that held it safe. "Well you haven't fooled me, little whitey. Oh no you haven't. It's time to correct the little mistake that is your pathetic existence."

"Lung won't be happy when he finds out what you're about to do."

"Fuck Lung! Fuck you!" Bakuda howled. "Ever since you connived your way under his wing, he's grown into a pussy. We've stopped expanding our territory, we're losing revenue from the other gangs, and worst of all he shut down my fucking workshop! You've wrapped him around your finger like a little witch, but you didn't got me, oh no you didn't. And soon Lung himself will get back to his senses."

The bitch didn't even bother to stand up and defend herself. Instead, she lazed back deeper in the recliner and spread out her arms. "Do your best. I dare you."

While some part of Bakuda was a little suspicious that Sakura would open herself to an attack like that, the most violent impulses she possessed just wanted this over and done with before the arrogant girl changed her mind. So with that, she primed the grenade and threw it at the imposter timed just for it to explode at the right distance.

The explosion wrecked the girl, the La-Z-Boy and all the other nearby furniture. The shockwave and several debris fragments pelted Bakuda's costumed form, but she knew it wouldn't hurt her. With a grin, she waited for the dust to clear in order to see the full extent of the damage.

"That wasn't very nice, you know." Sakura's growling said as the cloud began to clear. "That was Lung's favorite chair. Now I'll have to visit the IKEA and buy a new one before he gets home."

Bakuda eyes widened at the sight before her. Through the ash, dust and torn clothes, Sakura nonetheless survived the grenade with not a single mark of injury. Worse yet, she wasn't just unharmed, she was better.

For Sakura had grown a few inches, grown a lot more body mass, and had her entire form encased in metallic, draconic armor. Her semi-reptillian face smirked confidently at her attacker. "It's my turn now."

'Shit!' Bakuda thought as she reached to her vest for another grenade, this time a special localized time stopper she designed specifically against Lung, but the bitch was somehow even faster and reached her side in a blink of a moment, grabbing hold of her arm and broke the bones underneath a thousand ways.

The Tinker reached out with her other arm, only for Sakura to break that one in turn. She let out a horrendous shriek as she was smoothly crippled by a bitch she was sure could not have been Lung's daughter!

'How can this be?! How can this white kid be Lung's daughter! She's not Asian at all, yet she's looks so much like him now!'

"Argh.. you fucking.. BITCH.. you're not his daughter.. no matter how much you copy him.."

With both her arms out of commission, Bakuda had only one more way to trigger her bombs. Sadly, she'd more than likely perish from her own creations, but anything was worth taking out this fucking girl who thought she had defeated the almighty Bakuda.

"See you in hell, you- GHURLK!"

Bakuda never finished her sentence, as Sakura reached out a taloned arm and cleanly snapped Bakuda's neck in half.

After a moment of silence, Sakura dropped the corpse and stood off, staring into nothing as her powers receded into itself. Sakura the Dragon slowly turned back into Sakura the human.

"You can come out now, Oni Lee."

As if nothing happened at all, the infamous teleporter revealed himself from the kitchen entrance. He looked at Sakura with emotionless eyes, paying only mild attention to his former co-villain. "Is it your first time?"

The girl nodded, looking somewhat lost.

"Bakuda deserved it."

"You're not mad?"

Oni Lee chuckled at that silly question. "Bakuda wasn't ABB, she only used us. She's too violent, too full of anger. Her insane plans involved implanting our own members with her crazy bombs. The ABB exists to protect our race, not to use us up in a mindless bid for death and chaos. It's better this way. There is no one more deserving of this fate than Bakuda."

It still left Sakura with a bad taste in her mouth. "I knew this would happen eventually, in fact I hoped for it. I never knew that killing someone would make me feel so bad.. I make for a bad villain, and after this, I can't even pretend to be a hero anymore."

The two shared a couple of stares. Eventually, Oni Lee nodded at her. "I'll clean up the place. You better go to Lung and tell him to stay at another hideout."

Sakura nodded, but before she left the apartment, she went back into the room reserved for herself and changed into a new pair of clothes.

Oni Lee only shook his head and went to the phone to call a squad to clean the mess up. While the ABB had just lost one of its few supervillians, it would come out stronger in the end. Sakura's real identity didn't even matter in the slightest.

Daddy's Girl IV
 

Czlyydwr Llrngwl

"Sell ya a door Learn gull" Czly/Celly for short.
Interesting... I'd like to see a piece from Taylor's point of view, to explain how she figured out her power and decided to use it like this, especially with Armsmaster being her first target (on camera, at least.)
 

Urist Maxwell

Custodian of the toobs
Oni Lee gives no fucks, apparently.

Also, it's a damn shame that her power probably doesn't work on Scion.

"Who's the cutest little sapient bundle of shards? You are!"
 

Materia-Blade

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This is... I... wow. I'm not really sure what to say about this. Its so NOT Taylor and yet so scarily creepily epic. She's... fucking evil. Its hilarious in a way. I don't know whether I like it or whether its left a bitter taste.
 

Atlan

Imperator
Super Awesome Happy Funtime
This is... I... wow. I'm not really sure what to say about this. Its so NOT Taylor and yet so scarily creepily epic. She's... fucking evil. Its hilarious in a way. I don't know whether I like it or whether its left a bitter taste.
I think Taylor's trigger event had more to do with Danny dying/leaving her than with the terrible three this time around. Also, her trigger BROKE her.

Is it bad for me to hope she comes back to Armsmaster?
 

Atlan

Imperator
Super Awesome Happy Funtime
Given that he was on thin ice after the Lung incident in canon, being Master/Strangered like he was is probably a death knell to his career here.
Errr.... There wasn't a Lung incident in this tale?

And getting hit by a Master/Stranger is a totally different thing from (apparently) nearly killing someone.

So I really have no clue what you're going on about here.
 
Errr.... There wasn't a Lung incident in this tale?

And getting hit by a Master/Stranger is a totally different thing from (apparently) nearly killing someone.

So I really have no clue what you're going on about here.
I was attempting a comparison. I'll just accept that it didn't work out and write it off as a failure, I guess. *shrugs*
 
The first Ghost in the Shell movie covered the fridge horror of a power like this:

Given that he was on thin ice after the Lung incident in canon, being Master/Strangered like he was is probably a death knell to his career here.
The Lung incident happened because of Skitter. Taylor is not Skitter in this fic, so nothing has happened yet, if it will happen at all. Getting Mastered/Strangered is more likely to get him seen as a victim. True he's suspeneded till they can figure out how compromised he is and how to clear him, but this is more like getting shot than being accused of recklessly endangering a suspect in custody.

PRT name for this Taylor? Cuckoo? "Okay, so basically she's a vampiric Eidolon?" One question, does her power copying fade after the connection is severed with a 'Daddy'? The bit with Colin seems to suggest a slow build up of power, so Taylor wasn't much of a Tinker when Miss Militia figured out what was happening.
 
It implied that the powers don't stay with her. She was 'relieved' to see that her copied skills from Victor stayed with her. She also designed the watch to be maintainable by a non-tinker.
 
In order to keep maintaining the "teenage daughter" image without it getting really bad subtext, she would have to stay the same physical age. Is it possible she doesn't age?
 

Requiem_Jeer

The Most High
Oh yes. Very few are going to trash Armsmaster for being the first victim of a very nasty villain. I mean, if he was better warned, maybe, but once the rash of mysterious power-copying daughters starts coming to the attention of the PRT, Armsmaster's career would be... minimally affected. It's not going to do him any favors, mind, but when someone with a power as nasty as Taylor's gets a debut performance in your neurons, there's not much you can do.

Edit: It is possible, by the way, that her power is actually more versatile then is shown. The choice of becoming a 'daddy's girl' to a target may just be a stylistic choice and not an actual limitation. She may be able to pull the trick with any plausible relative, like sister or cousin, or possibly even girlfriend.
 
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