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Luna 1: Drafted Chapter 6 Revelations A Whateley Academy tale By Irvine This is fan fiction for the Whateley Academy series. It may or may not match the timeline, characters, and continuity. If you would like background information on the 'cannon' characters, see: http://crystalhall.wikia.com/wiki/Table_of_Contents For a copy of the campus map I am using, see: http://img2.wikia.nocookie.net/__cb20130114152730/crystalhall/images/d/ de/Map_v052.jpg Authors note 1: In this chapter I make mention of Aunghadhail and the Five Fold Court. While the exact role of Aunghadhail in the events leading up to the Sundering are known only to the cannon authors, my interpretation, though possibly controversial, does broadly fit published canon material: In particular, the wiki article on Atlantis. As further justification for my interpretation, I would point out that neither the Weres nor Wakan Tanka were exactly pleased when Aunghadhail showed up. Authors note 2: Because of strong emotional content, a couple of scenes use the F word. As I hope you will have noticed, I rarely use foul language in my writing. In fact, I only do so when there is no other way to realistically depict the nature of what is happening. In this case, I am only talking about two scenes and four occurrences, but since it is more than usual, I give fair warning. Construction site After mincing my way behind Kane hall, I quickly came to the conclusion that, much though I loved it, the gown was just too impractical to wear for anything but the most special occasions. This was doubly confirmed when I arrived at my destination to find a construction site. Coming in eight prefabricated sections, each of which took up the entirety of a large trailer/tractor rig, the grass had been badly chewed up getting the dormitory sited. The damage had been made even worse by the caterpillar tracked jib crane used to properly position each section. So, what with the campus maintenance crew in the process of using a digger, [US back-hoe,] to dig trenches to connect, water, sewage, electricity and a secure, fibre optic network, my clothing was completely inappropriate, and the site foreman wouldn't let me closer than 50 metres. The basic layout of the outer shell had been completed that morning, this was two floors, each with two outer sections and two internal sections. Although I had missed seeing it, they had laid the ground floor sections side by side, levelled everything off with screw-jacks, (along with shims to evenly distribute the weight,) and then bolted the sections together with lots and lots sealant. Apparently, the secret was to get the initial ground floor properly levelled. Once this was done, the second floor was a snap to install. How do I know this? The foreman, who finding a pretty girl genuinely in interested in his work, enthusiastically explained this to me in great detail.... If he talked about his wife in the same loving tones, she was a very lucky woman. At the moment, the upper floor rooms had been partitioned, along with a toilet/shower block and recreational area on the ground floor. The plumbing though, was still a work in process. Furniture and other trimmings had been delivered and Blackstar were busy putting the flat- packs together. Sam, who came out of the dorm to meet me, had evidently decided to take pity on me and told me she would take care of signing off on the installation. Though she did point out that I could expect further paper work, (along with a bill,) from the maintenance department for connecting the dorm to the utility services and repairing all the damage to the grounds Of course, I couldn't leave without saying hello to my bondsmen, who had also broken off from their work to traipse out of the dorm and gather around me. Sensing that something was up with Startech, I asked what was wrong and he replied: "I'm sorry to bother you Mam, but it's my devisor trait. I don't have Diedrick's syndrome, but I do have a compulsion. If I can't get into a workshop or lab, on a fairly regular basis, I start to get stir crazy." Thinking it through, I quickly filled in Sam and Blackstar about the Praetorian Guard, and asked Startech: "If I can get you into a workshop, can you put together a secure multi channel combat communications system, for both Blackstar and the Praetorians?" Pausing slightly for thought, I added: "If we get the time, you might want to work with Spear, (Justice,) on this, I am sure he is probably having similar problems with his devisor trait." With Startech agreeing, I turned my most irresistible, tear filled, puppy eyes on Sam, who laughed and replied: "It's maybe a bit sooner than I expected, but I was going to suggest that you start talent scouting for a training team. Are you sure they understand how much work is involved in rushing JROTC?" When I nodded yes, she went on: "Well, I don't really see a problem, there are currently, four training teams in JROTC, but only the Grunts take it seriously. The rest just go through the motions to satisfy their scholarships. Gunny Bardue is JROTC's official faculty sponsor, so if you get them all to Kane hall after lunch tomorrow, then I will make the introductions and see to the paper work. As far as Startech's little problem goes, there are technician workshops in Kane hall's sub- basement levels. I'll talk to Chief Delarose about it. I'm sure he will agree that having our own combat devisor working down there should be a real bonus." Then, she surprised me by asking Starfury: "I have been giving Luna's magical armour some thought. Once we get some reliable test data, could you modify the spell to work on something that looked like... say a flak jacket... or maybe even power armour?" Starfury, thinking furiously, replied: "I'm aware of the principles of the Law of Similarity, but I have never heard of a spell using human magic that works that way. Well apart from a few myths and legends, and they could easily be recounting tales about sidhe armour....." After giving it a bit more thought, he went on: "If Luna works with me to get the basics, I think it might be possible, though I can't really be sure until I see how the spell works and how much power it takes." Satisfied, Sam turned back to me and explained: "I know you don't really need the money, but having a legitimate revenue steam for Blackstar Corporation will help build its cover as a private security company. I think Cecilia would definitely be interested in the business opportunity, and campus security's rank and file will probably fall down at your feet in worship if you give us a tax deductible donation of power armour that doesn't have the normal power supply limitations." She said this last with a real grin, but I picked up on something else she had slipped in: "Blackstar Corporation?" Her grin got even bigger as she replied: "Oh, did I forgot to tell you. The lawyers have registered the name Blackstar Corporation as a privately held, limited liability company. While your trust fund is the sole owner, you as the commander of Blackstar squad, have to report to your board of directors which are: Headmistress Carson, Chief Delarose, Gunny Bardue and me." Since I was still a minor, being tied up tighter than a goose for christmas was no big surprise, and when I nodded an acknowledgement, she went on: "You should talk to Phase about pricing, but based on the preliminary data that Selene gave us about impact and heat resistance, we might be looking at something that could offer protection from small arms fire, with say an upper limit of an M16 or maybe even an AK47 fired at less than 5 metres. To put it in a Whateley frame of reference, a fireball or a love tap from a brick." When I gave her a questioning look, she explained further: "Well, think about it: The strongest warrior swinging a 14lb war hammer with 4ft of handle plus 28 inches for the length of his arm and 4 inches to allow for the hammer head. Do the math and you have a punch thrown by your typical brick." With the light of understanding dawning in my eyes, she went on: "Standing in the middle of a large log fire, roughly equates to the energy transfer rate of a good sized fireball." That made sense, so when I nodded, she continued: "You can do bullets in the same way. To get a first approximation, you have the mass of the round and the muzzle velocity. Roughly, I believe you will find battle damage inflicted by the strongest warrior swinging a 14lb hammer, with a 16 inch square inch cross sectional area in an arc 6ft 8 in diameter will be comparable to the damage from a spitzer FMJ round fired by an AK47 ." Seeing me try to work things out in my head, she helped out by saying: "A world class sports man can throw a ball at over a 100mph. The ball is held about 28 inches from his shoulder, so increase the radius by another 4ft or so and you have an impact speed in excess of 200mph for a 14lb hammer wielded by the strongest warrior." After pausing to let me catch up, she lost me with: "That translates to a minimum estimate of the impact momentum per cross sectional area for the hammer swung by the strongest warrior of 6 NS/cm squared. So, if a hollow or soft point round, fired from an AK47 at point blank range crumpled instantaneously, it would have an impact momentum per cross sectional area of less than 0.07 NS/cm squared, and that does not take into consideration energy loss due to deformation... For comparison, a steel cored armour piercing round, depending on the exact design of the spitzer tip and how badly it was deformed on contact, would have an effective impact diameter of between 1 and 2 millimetres. This suggests an impact momentum per cross sectional area of somewhere between 40 and 160 NS/cm squared. Luckily for you, the armour piercing round is not too popular since it tends to pass straight through flesh without causing an incapacitating wound. In your case, if your regen really has taken a boost, then it would likely be healed in an hour or less... Currently, aside from HP/SP rounds, the round you would normally be most concerned about from an AK47 is the spitzer FMJ. To maximize muscle and organ damage, it is often unbalanced so that it will tumble when it hits a target; but, because the effect works in our favour, we can ignore it. The round has a soft core with a thin hard jacket, and, because of your armour, there will certainly be some deformation with a consequent loss of momentum. We can therefore interpolate an equivalent impact diameter at maybe 5mm or thereabouts? This would suggest that, for a spitzer FMJ round fired at point blank range, an upper estimate of the equivalent impact momentum per cross sectional area at around 6 or 7 NS/cm square....." Seeing my glazed eyes, she got really insulting! "You don't even need calculus to get quick and dirty estimates like this. Which, by the way, I thought you were supposed to have been studying along with mechanics.... What on earth did they teach you at the Barons school?" Giving her a dirty look, I decided to change the subject by asking: "What do you mean tax deductible? How would you value it? I mean it would only take a few minutes to work the spell." As soon as Sam launched into another lecture, I realised asking a question like that was a mistake: "The kind of full body protection we are talking about usually comes in power armour, of which even the cheapest, lowest quality suits have a retail starting price in excess of $200,000 and, believe me, the price gets much higher very quickly for quality work. With it having no power supply limitations, the manoeuvrability of everyday clothing and, given that there is a very limited supply,.... Like I say, you should talk to Phase, but maybe an initial price of $500,000 a pop doesn't sound unreasonable?" Okay, I was still new to the idea of being rich and, as a thirteen year old, I had never really considered real world prices for high tech military gear. So, you will not be surprised that my eyes started to goggle at the way she so calmly rattled off $500,000 for a spell that would take me only a few moments to complete. Seeing my brain go into cryogenic shut down, Sam added maliciously: "Of course, once word got around and the armour started to gain a reputation, what with having no power supply limitations , the price would probably go up substantially. Maybe 3 or 4 million dollars plus for each unit." Pulling myself back together, I frantically tried to think of something to take my mind off what she was saying. Latching onto a thought that had been at the back of my mind, but I hadn't yet managed to bring to the surface, I blurted: "The Praetorian Guard!" At Sam's blank look, and desperately trying hard not to think of the economics of supply and demand, I continued: "They will need a costume or something and we won't have time to see about it when we are rushing JROTC. Do you think we could we get in to see Cecilia tomorrow afternoon for a fitting?" "Well, you will need a pass from administration as well as an appointment with Cecilia. It's probably a good idea to talk about magical power armour anyway, so....." Blinking momentarily, she calmly stated as if it was perfectly normal: "I've sent Cecilia and Amelia Emails, if it's okay with both of them, and there is no sudden crisis, then I will act as faculty escort." We were more or less done at that point. Sam, sent Starlance over to pick up a package she had left for me in the dorm, and he quickly returned with a security issue laptop. Telling me how to log on with a thumbprint and a sixteen character alphanumeric password she had me memorize. She informed me in her best gruff Admiral's voice: "This is for security business only, don't use it for homework. If you do, I assure you I will find out and the privilege will be withdrawn. It will give you a chance for a social life by letting you do most of your security related work, except printing and filing paper copies, without actually coming into the office." With tears of gratitude, and very sincere murmurs of thankyou, I hugged her even more fiercely than I had when she pinned her original ensigns bars to my collar. Now that everything had been taken care of, Starport escorted me till we were hidden behind a corner of Kane hall, and teleported me directly to the driveway in front of Poe. Oh Crap! Arriving about 30 seconds ahead of the Praetorians, it was quite satisfying to see them jump as I appeared out of thin air. Unfortunately, Mrs Horton, who evidently had Poe cottage and the surrounding area warded seven way's to Sunday, was less than amused. I think she understood though. That is, she didn't bawl us out when we gigglingly made our way upstairs to show the boys my armour. Once we were all in our room, Cassie immediately began to play the hostess. A roll she obviously relished. We didn't have any snacks or anything and were badly short of comfortable seating, but she got us spread out around the room on our beds and desk chairs. With everyone looking at me expectantly, it was pretty obvious I was going to have to play the part of a fashion model. So, stripping off the velvet choker, aquamarine belt, necklace and bracelet, I shoved them back in my jewellery box. This surprise, surprise produced a gasp of outrage from Jules, who, though now starting to adjust, was sufficiently close to the edge that he still had these little relapses. Justice and Achmed of course couldn't see the problem, and Tim actually suggested it was really very practical. Possibly for Jules's sake, after giving Tim a 'how could you?' glare, Cassie let the matter drop. Deciding to make a show of things, and wanting to see how I would look fully decked out. I placed the rest of the sapphire ensemble in the bottom of one of Cecilia's carrier bags along with a towel, make-up, toothbrush, toothpaste, mouthwash, hairbrush, the floral scented perfume and, remembering how low cut the skirt waist was, my shaving kit. With my full costume in another carrier bag, and after getting Cassie to undo my buttons, I was ready. It shouldn't really have been a surprised, but I was slightly amused to find four of the girls had decided to come back for a second round with the Hydroflux equipment. That is, until I remembered that I had some very personal grooming to take care of. Like I pointed out earlier public nudity seemed to be fast becoming my natural state, but public exposure on this scale was probably going a little too far too fast. On he other hand, I didn't really have a great deal of options. Making my way over to the sinks, I wriggled out of the gown to appreciative, but discreet glances from the assembled lezzies. All thing said and done, even with the audience, it was with some relief I hung the stupid gown on a convenient hook. It was gorgeous, I really adored the way it was suggestively naughty, yet remained very modest, but it was just too impractical. I mean, while wearing it, I could barely walk from one end of the room to the other without assistance. Trying to put off the inevitable, I used the sink mirror to clean my teeth and check my hair and bindi were okay. After redoing my make-up it was crunch time, or rather shaving time. There was no escape, and asking for a little privacy would probably only make matters worse. I think the big mistake I made was making such a production of the initial preparation By the time I got around to stripping off my lingerie, the girls were very curious as to what I was doing. Thankfully, none of them offered to help, but they did offer a very embarrassing critique of my technique along with lewd suggestions about how it must be a very hot date I was getting ready for. Shaving that particular area really brought home to me that my little Willy Wonka was a fast fading memory. Any regret I might have felt at his absence however, was completely buried in the raging inferno that was my blush, which, along with the ribbing, faded quickly when I slipped into my armour. Sitting on a toilet seat with the lid down, I was able to lace up the costume's sandals, and the ongoing slackjawed stares as I decorated my delicious bod with what would become my combat jewellery was very satisfying. Giving myself a quick spritz of the floral scent, I made another of the quick fashion model twirls I had given Vamp, and asked the girls what they thought? It took them a few minutes to get their tongues away from the cat, but when they did. Oh boy! Needless to say, I had to demonstrate my succubus form, and by the time I had done so, it was too late. My esper situational awareness kicked in to show me there were now four distinct points of view developing amongst the students at Whateley vis a vis little old me: Camp #1, the majority, would believe I was some kind of European royalty who badly needed taking down a peg. Camp #2, by far the largest minority, would insist I was only a fruitcake with delusions who, while being harmless and deserving of pity, was best avoided. Camp #3 whose founding members would be most of the girls currently present, but whose membership would grow to include guys, lesbians and even straight girls in other cottages, would be of the opinion I was a Goddess. However, as bad as #3's particular insanity was, which in my opinion was very, very bad. There was a tiny minority view which was potentially far worse: Camp #4 would be of the opinion I was a Demoness, who like Sara Waite, (a GOO child of whose existence my prescience had only just made me aware,) needed to be put down like a rabid dog. Stunned, I just walked out on them. Stopping in the hallway, my mind was on a carousel complete with B?la Lugosi organ music: There was a GOO child on campus, people were going to see me as a Goddess, some of my fellow mutants would actually try to kill me... There was a GOO child on campus, people were going to see me as a Goddess, some of my fellow mutants would actually try to kill me... There was a... Mum of course, like mums are prone to do, gave me a metaphorical kick to pull me out of my funk. Shocking me with: I thought I was remarkably calm when I replied: Trying to work my mind around what mum was suggesting, and making the assumption, later proved correct, that the Deep Ones were part of the pantheon of beings dangerous for humans to mess with, I asked: I felt my brain starting to turn into the puddle she mentioned, and to change the subject, asked: The really horrible thing was, I couldn't shake the image starting to form in my mind about the reality in which Gothmog existed, and how it let him take part in the creation of the succubi; yet, at the same time, not need to travel back in time. What was horrible about it wasn't that I felt my head starting to explode, (which it wasn't,) it was more that I could almost see a hyper-dimensional shape where this impossibility made sense. I don't mean a four dimensional shape of three dimensions plus time, but something much more complex involving a possibly infinite numbers of dimensions of which our human perceived four dimensional realm was a very small part. In an effort to get away from these thoughts, I asked mum to tell me the rest of the story of how the succubi were created. Starting at the beginning, she told me: By this time I was almost panting in anticipation as she reached the climax of her story. Wanting to know what happened next, I was reminded: Dam! Just as I was about to dash off, something occurred to me about what mum had said: Not really considering what mum meant by Aunghadhail finally being dead, I dashed into the room only to remember at the last moment I was still in my succubus aspect. Quadruple Crap! Everyone was gob-smacked. I had warned them about my true form and its appearance, but being warned is not the same as being prepared. Seeing me, Achmed started to mutter in Arabic about 'Takb?r', 'Qar?nah' and 'Inanna'. Justice though, was my greatest concern. Falling to his knees, he was practically banging his head off the floor as he announced: "I am yours ?ya-Iyansan . My life, my soul are yours. Lead us in battle ?ya- Iyansan, Warrior Goddess of ancient Il?-If??, in your name we will spill the life blood of your enemies like water in the sand" Unbelievably, things got worse when Achmed, evidently resolving his internal debate, got on his knees and echoing Justice, announced: "Yes Holy Inanna, lead us, we will bathe in the blood of your enemies. In the name of my ancestors, Inanna of the Morning and Evening Stars, Warrior Goddess of Uruk, I pledge my life to be your sword" Tim and Jules were also close to religious hysteria and Cassie was looking at me goggle eyed and asking: "Is that really you Luna?" I was nearly ready to scream in frustration. Coming so quickly on the heels of my epiphany on how a minority of my fellow students would take the view I was a Goddess, having my new friends react like this to my true form was the last thing I needed. Switching back to my human aspect, I pleaded: "Please get up, it's just me, Fiona. I'm a girl, a mutant just like you. I'm not a Goddess of War, or anything like that, please get up...." Reaching down, I pulled them to their feet. Although they flinched at my touch, they finally returned to sitting on the bed, and I pointed out: "You both hate religion, you made that perfectly clear during dinner, and now you are ready to fall down and worship the first shape- shifter you see?" Achmed put it together first, though Justice was a close second as they both queried: "Shape shifter?" "Doh! What else do you call it when someone changes forms? It's a fairly common mutant trait." Seeing a glimmering of understanding, I thought that maybe shifting into a secondary form would help. I had never done it, but during my initial instruction, mum had made clear I could take any form as long it was female. Thinking quickly, I shifted into the form of a little black kitten. As I crawled out of the jumble of my armour, which had fallen to the floor in a disorganised heap, Cassie and Jules gave a delighted scream of: "Oh how cute." and immediately picked me up and started to rub my belly. It was then that I realised that, somehow, my jewellery was with me but not with me. Kind of stupid I know. To put it another way, it wasn't in the heap of my armour, and I wasn't visibly wearing it, but I could still sense the belly ring reliquary. Yelling: , she calmly replied: Being deliberately obtuse my mum replied: Laughing, she replied: Thinking this sounded reasonable, I was struck by another thought: Echoing Sam at her most insulting, she answered: Luckily, Cassie hadn't closed the curtains. So, quickly retrieving my casting equipment from my belt and picking up the bracelet, I unrolled my blackboard. Inscribing the pentagram, symbols as mum directed, I added the activation phrases 'Silentium' and 'Sonitus' and quickly wove an inverted weave into one of the sapphires of the bracelet. Slipping it on, I could feel the weave as I fingered the 10 sapphires of the bracelet. Thinking 'Silentium', it didn't seem to make any difference, but taking mum at her word, I lifted up the edge of my toolbox and dropped it. I heard the bang as it hit the floor, but Cassie didn't budge. In case you are wondering, I didn't know Latin. Evidently, my mum was a spirit of hidden talents. Noticing the spare battery for the radio, and since it would have been very embarrassing to change form and lose the radio's battery, I took the opportunity to cast a ward of Keeping and Guarding into it. Then, remembering what the Grove had told me about masking my smell, and feeling quite proud of how all my enchantments had just seemed to fall into place, I asked mum if it was possible to cast an enchantment to do this. I was horrified when she answered: Shuddering, I replied: Not wanting to appear rude, I turned my attention back to Cassie who was still rambling as she got out of bed. Holding up my hands, I told her: "Whoa, slow down girl. I was going to make a 'sneaking quietly charm' for you and the others anyway, and tonight we have to enchant your armour. So you will get to see plenty of magic, probably more than enough to bore you to tears." An incredulous Cassie, was shocked out of her staccato speech enough to indignantly ask: "A 'sneaking quietly charm'! What kind of name is that?" Looking shamefaced, I admitted: "I couldn't think of a better name." Cassie, obviously in her element, after a moments thought, snapped her fingers and suggested : "A 'Hush Charm' is so much nicer don't you think? A 'sneaking quietly charm' sounds so sordid! " Thinking it over, I broke out into a grin and suggested: "Yeah, I like it a 'hush charm'. Since you're so clever can you think of something we could enchant that the boys would wear?" Okay, that one had her stumped. Not wanting to admit defeat, she replied: "Let me think about while I go and get a shower. I saw how much you ate last night and I am sure you are probably starving." Starting to grab her toiletries, towel and the like, she suggested I should go and wake up the boys. Telling me: "We agreed after you left last night that we should all meet up for breakfast and the first one up should wake the others." What with it being the first day in a new place, most of the other freshers were already up and getting ready; that being said, some were obviously a bit grumpy at not getting a long lie in. Achmed and Justice, were used to getting up with the dawn and were already ready and preparing to come and wake us up. Tim and Jules were more problematic, Tim was already dressed, but Jules had had a relapse and was curled up in bed with covers over his head. Asking Tim to go and wait with Justice and Achmed, I sat down on Jules's bed and gently asked what the problem was? After a bit of coaxing, and with a few sobs, he admitted: "I don't know if I can do this, I'm scared... I don't know how to be a boy." Pointing out that I didn't know how to be a girl produced an incredulous look, so I had to remind him I had only been a girl for a few day's. Then, I asked him: "I know it's not easy for you and I have magic helping me adjust; but once I got used to the idea, I found I liked being a girl. Now tell me the truth. What do you like about your new body?" Thinking about it carefully, he answered: "Well when we were in the forest I liked being strong, but Tim was really enjoying taking charge and being the man so it just seemed easier to keep on playing at being the weak girl." The follow up question was easy: "Okay, what don't you like about your new body?" Again carefully considering his answer, he replied: "It's just so weird, everything is different: The way I move.... The way I talk.... The way people look at me... The way I relate to people.... It's just too much to take in, I feel lost.... It's like I don't know who I am any more." "Okay, then imagine you had a spell working its magic and helping you to adjust, would you like being a boy then?" Looking up at me, he asked hopefully: "Could you do that for me?" Smiling, I replied: "I wouldn't even know where to begin, the spell that's working on me took the combined might of half a dozen Elder Gods and a renegade GOO...." Then holding up a finger to punctuate what I was saying, I went on: "But!... Don't you see?... Your first thought wasn't to ask if I could change you back. It was to ask if I could help you adjust." With what was still quite a feminine shrug and a: "Humph!", he replied: "You tricked me." Feeling absolutely no shame, I replied: