Chapter 16<h3 style="text-align:center"><span style="font-weight:400">Chapter 16
<span style="font-weight:400">Welp.
<span style="font-weight:400">Things have gone from insane, to impossible, to impossible with a side of improbability.
<span style="font-weight:400">I look at Willow, who’s clearly just as surprised as I am. My parents made her. They might have known I was trans before I did. And they were a part of this dumb fucking resistance.
<span style="font-weight:400">To top off the expositional onught, they left me a clue as to where to find this code that would unlock any restrictions on Willow.
<span style="font-weight:400">What the fuck has my life be? This is the sort of hackneyed garbage that would be in some thirty something’s half assed writing.
<span style="font-weight:400">Absolutely unbelievable.
<span style="font-weight:400">Still, I should probably do something with this, so I search the folds of my skirt for a pocket and am about toin about women’s fashion bullshit when I find something more akin to arge bag hidden in the fabric.
<span style="font-weight:400">Haha. What the hell?
<span style="font-weight:400">Willowes to the rescue with an article about old fashioned dresses having these pockets as a precursor to purses.
<span style="font-weight:400">Thank fuck whoever made this dress was a history nerd.
<span style="font-weight:400">Slipping the disk into the frankly almost too big pocket, I turn around to see the door open and Roger standing there. “Finally ready to get down to business?” I ask him. “Or are you here to do something pointless like trying to apologize for someone else’s actions?”
<span style="font-weight:400">He winces, I guess he hade to apologize.
<span style="font-weight:400">Fucking old people.
<span style="font-weight:400">“I’m surprised you found this room all on your own,” he mutters after a solid minute of silent gaping. “Though perhaps I shouldn’t have been,” he admits. “Will youe back to continue our conversation?”
<span style="font-weight:400">“Depends,” I muse aloud. “Has everyone given up on holding a pity party for me?” He winces at my words, but I’m just done giving a shit at this point. “Well?”
<span style="font-weight:400">He silently nods and leads the way back towards his office. It’s a bit interesting that he takes a less efficient route. I guess even he doesn’t fully understand theyout of his base.
<span style="font-weight:400">Soon enough though, we’re back in front of the others who all look like they’ve eaten something sour.
<span style="font-weight:400">Fucking stupid.
<span style="font-weight:400">We stand there for several long minutes without anyone talking before I get impatient. “Well since nobody else wants to start, I guess I will,” I sigh dramatically. “Hi, I’m Rose. Gonna get this out of the way: I have an AI cat that my parents apparently made before it was stolen by LOG. She can do some crazy shit like edit both Lanadel and to a slightly lesser extent, meatspace.” I pause to soak in the shocked reactions of Lonnie and Roger before continuing. “I’m all on board with taking down the Jacks because fuck those guys, but I’m not interested in getting involved in some mass reform.”
<span style="font-weight:400">Roger and Lonnie share a look that just screams desperation. “I get why you’d be focused on taking down LOG, but have you considered why it even exists in the first ce?” Lonnie asks, her tone tense and worried. “If we took down LOG, but left the corporations in power, another, possibly worse organization would take its ce within a month at most.”
<span style="font-weight:400">“Who do you think pays LOG to do what it does?” Roger asks. “It’s the corporate leaders who have a vested interest in keeping the lower ss subjugated.”
<span style="font-weight:400">So, sure. They raise some good points, but…
<span style="font-weight:400">“Look, I’ve only just started figuring myself out. I just do not have it in me to give a rat''s ass about some holier than thou cause.” As Iy out my stance, it doesn’t escape me the looks Felicia and Summer are exchanging, and I find myself worrying whether they’re buying into this righteous crusade crap. “Besides, I have something vastly more important to do,” I exin as I pull out the disk my parents left me. “This has clues to something important. And I’m going after it.”
<span style="font-weight:400">Roger frowns at my outright dismissal of his goals, but doesn’t seem ready to give up yet. “Maybe we could arrange a trade of sorts then?” he suggests. I can already guess where he’s going with this, so I don’t let him continue.
<span style="font-weight:400">“Let me guess, you’re going to offer help with my goals in exchange for my help with yours?” The look on his face confirms it.
<span style="font-weight:400">“Maybe… Maybe we should consider their offer?” Summer suggests.
<span style="font-weight:400">Should’ve figured she’d be on board. Her Aunt that she clearly idolizes is already a part of it.
<span style="font-weight:400">“Fine. You can help, and in exchange I’ll listen to whatever elevator pitch you want to spout at me. I’m not making any promises about changing my mind though. Fuck that.” Fortunately, mypromise seems to appease Roger at least. “Now, if you’re so eager to help, do you have a long term delving pod or three?” I ask, eliciting some confused looks from everyone.
<span style="font-weight:400">“Why?” Lonnie questions, her expression carefully neutral.
<span style="font-weight:400">“I need to go deep into Lanadel to get that important thing I mentioned? It’ll be easier if I can just stay inside. I’d double dip, but frankly, I’d rather not make the trip by myself.” I pause as I consider whether to exin further.
<span style="font-weight:400">Eh, fuck ‘em. Let them be confused.
<span style="font-weight:400">“So yeah. I need to go on a trip with Summer and Felicia to retrieve the thing. It’s gonna take a few days on foot and there’s no gateways near the location.”
<span style="font-weight:400">Roger frowns and thinks it over for a few moments before sighing. “We don’t have any, but I know where we can discreetly get some,” he exins. “Are you sure this is important enough?”
<span style="font-weight:400">“It is if you want my help at all,” I point out with a smarmy smirk. He lets out another sigh and nods.
<span style="font-weight:400">“Fine, I’ll see it done. In the meantime, we have rooms you can stay in until we get the pods here.”
<span style="font-weight:400">With that, Roger has one of his merry men (technically they were a woman, but that doesn’t have the same ring to it) take the four of us and Lonnie to a suite of rooms. Felicia grumbles a bit about how her safe house is perfectly safe, but relents when Lonnie is able to rattle off the location''s address.
<span style="font-weight:400">I nce at Willow who has the same train of thought as me. We’re not gonna take Felicia being berated by someone other than us sitting down. “Roger Applewood, Lonnie Everbloom, Francis Rockburrow, Margaret Steelblossom…” I begin naming the name of every single member of the resistance, and only stop when Lonnie holds up her hands in defeat with a shocked look of fear.
<span style="font-weight:400">“H- how do you know all those names?” she asks shakily. Clearly she thought their roster was privileged knowledge. Honestly, I’m a little disappointed with their info-sec protocols. I didn’t even need Willow to help me cheat, I just used her to connect to thework and worked my own weaving magic.
<span style="font-weight:400">“You have an easily exploited w in yourwork security and your roster isughably easy to find once in,” I exin to the shock and disappointment of the others. “Sooooo yeah. Don’t act like you guys are hot shit just because you were able to find Felicia’s safehouse. I had to actually ask permission to ess herwork while I was there.”
<span style="font-weight:400">Felicia had been looking a little annoyed at my antics but when I reveal why I did it, her face shifts to something a little harder to pulse. She’s blushing though, so that’s a win.
<span style="font-weight:400">Lonnie just stares at me before slumping into a chair with a defeated sigh. “Ok, point made. Though if you want something to do while we wait for those pods, we could pay you to better secure ourwork.”
<span style="font-weight:400">Ah. Money. Now she’s speaking mynguage.
<span style="font-weight:400">“See, here I was, thinking you didn’t understand my motivations,” I say with a giggle. Still not used to those. “But money is a great motivator.” I close my eyes and let myself shift into Lanadel while maintaining awareness of my body. “Let me just get a good look at things and I’ll give you an estimate.”
<span style="font-weight:400">Withwork ess, it was pitifully easy to locate the Lanadel representation of the resistance’swork. I soon found myself wandering a warren of tunnels burrowed deep into a mountain cliff face with Willow beside me.
<span style="font-weight:400">The two of us wander the maze for a good several minutes before beelining it for the central console. “Oof,” I say through my meat body. “You guys really love your mazes huh? They aren’t good substitutes for proper warding though.” I giggle as I briefly consider just undermining their whole operation. I have the power to, but Willow quickly brings me back to the task at hand and reminds me that these are good people. In hindsight, it’s obvious my parents made Willow. They clearly programmed her with their own bright and shiny morals.
<span style="font-weight:400">It does make me feel like I haven’t fully lost them though.
<span style="font-weight:400">In any case, it’s fairly quick and easy work to reinforce the tunnels with wards, and I decide to get creative while I’m at it. A lot of people hate spiders. Now, many aren’t afraid of them, but they do get creeped out. The only thing preventing full on fear is the size disparity. So what better than to deter wandering individuals than some giant spiders. I may or may not have introduced a bunch of them to the wild to obfuscate ces I set up this sort of security.
<span style="font-weight:400">That handy little roster that I grabbed will be useful too, since I can whitelist everyone on it so the new guards don’t attack them. But the spiders are only a single piece of the puzzle. We need webs, proper sticky icky webs. The sort that alerts the spiders toe and feast on any poor unsuspecting Jacks who get too curious. They also have another purpose which I am particrly proud of. Even if someone escapes the webs by cutting themselves loose, or dying, the webs will take something from them. Specifically any location data they have. Not specifically for this ce, that’d be too obvious, they take all of it. Aplete wipe of any mapping software they have.
<span style="font-weight:400">The spiders are no slouches either, they have a toxin that lingers after respawn and messes with a victim’s sense of direction in Lanadel, making it easier for them to get lost.
<span style="font-weight:400">Once I’m done, I go through the tunnels once more and ensure nothing looks too intentional. It has to look like the simple spider AIs set it up themselves. I’ve done a few jobs like this, setting up subtle security, and caves are a prime location for spiders. If we were in a more obviouspound, I’d probably have done wandering predators or something.
<span style="font-weight:400">Once I’m done, I pull my focus back to meatspace and look at Lonnie. “I’ll send you an invoice once you’re satisfied,” I say with a smirk. “You’ll want to check it out, just be aware that to gain ess, you need to be on that roster file you have. It’s much safer now though, so don’t worry.”
<span style="font-weight:400">Lonnie blinks and looks at me like I have a second head. “You never used a system? How could you have…” she trails off as she puts things together pretty quickly if I’m being honest. “You can enter Lanadel remotely?” she demands, getting back to her feet. “How? Is it the familiar? I mean of course it is! But, oh my god.” She slumps back into the chair, her face a portrait of shock.
<span style="font-weight:400">“I know, we’re amazing, aren’t we?” I tease, eliciting a gentle jab from Summer. “Now, before we get settled, I want to show my girlfriends a video, so could you please step out?”
<span style="font-weight:400">Lonnie nods and makes her way out of the room, stopping only briefly at the door. “Please consider helping us. You’d make all the difference. We could stop tragedies like what happened to you from happening to others.” That more than anything gives me pause and I briefly entertain the notion before waving her off.
<span style="font-weight:400">Once she’s gone, I have Willow create a holo screen that we all can see and start ying the video. I wonder what they’ll make of it.
<h3 style="text-align:center"><span style="font-weight:400">End Chapter 16