Chapter Fourteen: Super Secret Organizations Need Super Ominous Names
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Chapter Fourteen: Super Secret Organizations Need Super Ominous Names
The stage was set. Everything was ready. It was time to debut myself to the world, and get started on the path to kicking Scion's ass and saving the human race.
The first step to said path is giving my totally awesome super secret organization a name. A name that was worthy of the grand goal I had set for it. A name that would inspire those serving beneath me, as well as strike dread into the hearts of my enemies.
I'm kinda a little pissed that I wasted six hours trying to come up with the name last night though. Seriously, me and Reeves pulled an all-nighter hashing things out, trying to find the perfect name for this grand company. I was a bit surprised how hard it was to come up with a cool, original name that wasn't taken by the hundreds of cape organizations around the world. The Elite, Haven, Pan Umbra; hell, even Cobra was taken by a small villain group in Canada.
We finally settled on a name when I realized something: I was in a totally different universe, so names that were used by fictional super villains in my world were fair game. Hell, I was wearing a knock-off of Cobra Commander's outfit (though an expensive one) so I might as well run with it. It's not like the companies who owned the mother fucking licenses could sue me, right?
So with name decided upon I left to get some rest, leaving Reeves to handle all the boring left-over crap that I didn't want to bother with. He seemed a bit perturbed that he only had less than ten hours to scramble together a fabulous organizational function where we would announce the name to everyone. Oh well, that's why I pay him the big bucks.
Before I went to bed, I made sure to collapse all of my extra universes. Previously, I had been in the habit of keeping several dozen timelines running at the same time. Usually, I kept them around so that I could goof off and relax while my "main" timelines took care of the business. I figured they'd also be useful just in case one of the psycho douchebags of the Wormverse came after me; if I got killed, well, it wouldn't matter too much since I had other timelines available where I was safe.
The problem is that having so many universes active with so many me's in them... well, it made keeping track of which me was which very, very difficult. Memories from one timeline tended to bleed into the others, so while I may think I had done something in one reality, in truth I had actually completed that task in a completely different timeline. For instance, yesterday I had asked Reeves to write up a list of capes in the city who would be a good fit for our organization to recruit. Well, several hours had passed and I still hadn't received the report. When I asked Reeves about it, the little dude had absolutely no idea what I was talking about. It turned out that I had asked him to compile the report in a completely different timeline, one that I had collapsed an hour before. So as handy as having several hundred realities running at once was, it also had its drawbacks. I decided to limit my splits to around a dozen universes; it was easier to keep track of that way and would still give me some leeway to fall back on in case of emergencies.
Man, being a God was tough. I should send one of those me's on a vacation to fucking Aruba or something. Gotta relieve this stress somehow, and pulling my pud just wasn't cutting it.
Anyway, before I knew it, the moment of truth had arrived. The gathering had been announced to begin at 8:00 PM, and everyone in my organization who wasn't on duty was forced to attend. (Heh, being the boss is awesome, you can force people to attend your boring-ass meetings. Only my meetings wouldn't be boring, they'd be awesome!) Reeves had organized the event to take place in the base's main garage, which was the only room large enough to fit all 200+ personnel working for me. All of said personnel stood in the center of the spacious garage, where a small temporary stage had been erected.
My employees consisted mostly of Major's Steel's highly trained mercenaries, all of them looking quite grim and professional in their black tactical gear. The rest of the regular employees consisted of medical personnel and administration, the latter of which were dressed in the usual corporate uniforms of bland suits and ties while the former wore a more relaxed set of blue scrubs and lab coats. Reeves and Lacey Stalson stood with the suits while the newly hired Mr. Pitter was clad in medical scrubs.
The final members of my operation were the VIP members and stood front and center near the stage. They were, of course, the parahumans. The Undersiders stood together which was understandable since they had been a closely knit team for the last few months. Tattletale, as my point of contact to the group, stood up front while Grue and Regent stood behind her. Bitch was a no show, which was kind of a bummer, but hey, I get it. This sort of thing ain't her scene, I understood. She'd miss a hell of a night though.
The other set of capes in my organization stood separate from the Undersiders and consisted of Bakuda, Crabbe and Goyle. My two personal bodyguards stood behind the female Tinker, who was front and center and looking pretty fabulous. She had definitely been working on her costume, as she now wore a form fitting black and yellow bodysuit made of some type of weird, shiny mesh that was most likely Tinkertech in nature. Her mask and goggles had also been updated, both sets of equipment looking more sleek and advanced than her previous gear. The lenses of her goggles also glowed with an eerie, sinister scarlet light, one that definitely gave the young woman a more formidable aspect.
With everyone gathered and ready, I made my entrance. The quiet conversations that had been taking place between the various groups quickly quieted when my thin, lithe form marched across the garage, making my way towards the stage. My boots made a steady clomp for each step I took across the hard concrete floor, the sound accompanied by a quiet clank as the sword fastened on my belt clattered against my thigh. I took my time reaching the stage, taking care to build up my audience's anticipation as well as swell their curiosity. So far the vast majority of the people in the garage knew nothing of why this gathering had been called. That's how you bait 'em though: give them enough info to peak their interest, but keep 'em hanging until you're ready to give them what you want to give them.
It was kinda like cock teasing, if you thought about it. Huh. No wonder those bitches in high school always did pulled that shit; if teasing horny guys was half as fun as what I was doing now, then I would've probably done it, too, back in the day!
Upon ascending the stage, I stopped, then turned to survey my audience. It was glorious. Two hundred and something people all there, captive to my whims. I could just stand here for two hours and they'd be forced to stay and watch, such was the power I wielded over them. I had four timelines running along with this one, and I was seriously tempted to fuck around with the audience, like tell dirty jokes or start stripping off my clothes, just to see their reactions. I held back though, cuz this shit be serious. It was tempting, though. Very, very tempting.
"Ladis and gentlemen," I said, the mic and speakers within my helmet amplifying my voice across the garage's space. "Thank you for coming. I know all of you are very busy and that you have various duties to perform, so I shall make this quick."
I paused and made a show of looking around at the assembled mass of my employees. This was a usual trick that scummy politicians used, since it looked like the speaker was looking at their audience eye-to-eye even though they really weren't. Thankfully with my reflective mask, such an illusion was even more effective since no one could tell where my eyes actually were. (They were, btw, mostly staring at the female members' chests.)
"Many of you have worked for me for a long time," I continued. "Some of you have even been with me for years. I thank you for your loyal service, and assure you that your hard work has not been for naught. Due to your diligence, our humble organization has grown. Look around you. Look around you, to the men and women who stand beside you. With you." Yep, basic "we are one" kumbaya bullcrap that people always seemed to eat up.
"Look to them now, for they are the backbone of our organization, as you are. Together we have grown, together we are strong. For years we have stayed in the shadows, building our strength and growing our forces. Well, the time to remain in the shadows, hidden from view, is over. Tonight is the night we strike." I raised my right hand and clenched my fist upon speaking the last word, to add emphasis and proper gravitas to my awesome speech.
"The world will now see us for what we are. The world will look upon our might and tremble. Gathered here, within this room, is but a small part of a larger whole." It was all bullshit, of course. All these people were pretty much the sum total of Coil's organization. But if they thought we were bigger than we actually are, it'll make them feel more important and if there's one thing I learned, it's that feeling important makes people work harder.
"Thus, tonight, let us show the world who and what we are. Let them know our name. Let them hear it, let them fear it. For it will be a name that they will never forget."
Upon my nod, Reeves pressed an icon that was on his tablet. This sent out a signal that activated a switch that was fastened to several rolled up banners that had been bolted up against the walls of the garage. Upon hearing the signal, the bolts within the locks opened, causing the banners to unfurl.
Each banner was made of thick black cloth, and upon its center was the same red stylized cobra that was upon my helmet. But slithering from the cobra head were numerous red tentacles, each reaching outwards, seeking to grasp at anything they could.
"Ladies and gentlemen," I told them, my voice deep and tingling with excitement. "Welcome to Hydra."
Yeah, fuck Marvel, too.
The stage was set. Everything was ready. It was time to debut myself to the world, and get started on the path to kicking Scion's ass and saving the human race.
The first step to said path is giving my totally awesome super secret organization a name. A name that was worthy of the grand goal I had set for it. A name that would inspire those serving beneath me, as well as strike dread into the hearts of my enemies.
I'm kinda a little pissed that I wasted six hours trying to come up with the name last night though. Seriously, me and Reeves pulled an all-nighter hashing things out, trying to find the perfect name for this grand company. I was a bit surprised how hard it was to come up with a cool, original name that wasn't taken by the hundreds of cape organizations around the world. The Elite, Haven, Pan Umbra; hell, even Cobra was taken by a small villain group in Canada.
We finally settled on a name when I realized something: I was in a totally different universe, so names that were used by fictional super villains in my world were fair game. Hell, I was wearing a knock-off of Cobra Commander's outfit (though an expensive one) so I might as well run with it. It's not like the companies who owned the mother fucking licenses could sue me, right?
So with name decided upon I left to get some rest, leaving Reeves to handle all the boring left-over crap that I didn't want to bother with. He seemed a bit perturbed that he only had less than ten hours to scramble together a fabulous organizational function where we would announce the name to everyone. Oh well, that's why I pay him the big bucks.
Before I went to bed, I made sure to collapse all of my extra universes. Previously, I had been in the habit of keeping several dozen timelines running at the same time. Usually, I kept them around so that I could goof off and relax while my "main" timelines took care of the business. I figured they'd also be useful just in case one of the psycho douchebags of the Wormverse came after me; if I got killed, well, it wouldn't matter too much since I had other timelines available where I was safe.
The problem is that having so many universes active with so many me's in them... well, it made keeping track of which me was which very, very difficult. Memories from one timeline tended to bleed into the others, so while I may think I had done something in one reality, in truth I had actually completed that task in a completely different timeline. For instance, yesterday I had asked Reeves to write up a list of capes in the city who would be a good fit for our organization to recruit. Well, several hours had passed and I still hadn't received the report. When I asked Reeves about it, the little dude had absolutely no idea what I was talking about. It turned out that I had asked him to compile the report in a completely different timeline, one that I had collapsed an hour before. So as handy as having several hundred realities running at once was, it also had its drawbacks. I decided to limit my splits to around a dozen universes; it was easier to keep track of that way and would still give me some leeway to fall back on in case of emergencies.
Man, being a God was tough. I should send one of those me's on a vacation to fucking Aruba or something. Gotta relieve this stress somehow, and pulling my pud just wasn't cutting it.
Anyway, before I knew it, the moment of truth had arrived. The gathering had been announced to begin at 8:00 PM, and everyone in my organization who wasn't on duty was forced to attend. (Heh, being the boss is awesome, you can force people to attend your boring-ass meetings. Only my meetings wouldn't be boring, they'd be awesome!) Reeves had organized the event to take place in the base's main garage, which was the only room large enough to fit all 200+ personnel working for me. All of said personnel stood in the center of the spacious garage, where a small temporary stage had been erected.
My employees consisted mostly of Major's Steel's highly trained mercenaries, all of them looking quite grim and professional in their black tactical gear. The rest of the regular employees consisted of medical personnel and administration, the latter of which were dressed in the usual corporate uniforms of bland suits and ties while the former wore a more relaxed set of blue scrubs and lab coats. Reeves and Lacey Stalson stood with the suits while the newly hired Mr. Pitter was clad in medical scrubs.
The final members of my operation were the VIP members and stood front and center near the stage. They were, of course, the parahumans. The Undersiders stood together which was understandable since they had been a closely knit team for the last few months. Tattletale, as my point of contact to the group, stood up front while Grue and Regent stood behind her. Bitch was a no show, which was kind of a bummer, but hey, I get it. This sort of thing ain't her scene, I understood. She'd miss a hell of a night though.
The other set of capes in my organization stood separate from the Undersiders and consisted of Bakuda, Crabbe and Goyle. My two personal bodyguards stood behind the female Tinker, who was front and center and looking pretty fabulous. She had definitely been working on her costume, as she now wore a form fitting black and yellow bodysuit made of some type of weird, shiny mesh that was most likely Tinkertech in nature. Her mask and goggles had also been updated, both sets of equipment looking more sleek and advanced than her previous gear. The lenses of her goggles also glowed with an eerie, sinister scarlet light, one that definitely gave the young woman a more formidable aspect.
With everyone gathered and ready, I made my entrance. The quiet conversations that had been taking place between the various groups quickly quieted when my thin, lithe form marched across the garage, making my way towards the stage. My boots made a steady clomp for each step I took across the hard concrete floor, the sound accompanied by a quiet clank as the sword fastened on my belt clattered against my thigh. I took my time reaching the stage, taking care to build up my audience's anticipation as well as swell their curiosity. So far the vast majority of the people in the garage knew nothing of why this gathering had been called. That's how you bait 'em though: give them enough info to peak their interest, but keep 'em hanging until you're ready to give them what you want to give them.
It was kinda like cock teasing, if you thought about it. Huh. No wonder those bitches in high school always did pulled that shit; if teasing horny guys was half as fun as what I was doing now, then I would've probably done it, too, back in the day!
Upon ascending the stage, I stopped, then turned to survey my audience. It was glorious. Two hundred and something people all there, captive to my whims. I could just stand here for two hours and they'd be forced to stay and watch, such was the power I wielded over them. I had four timelines running along with this one, and I was seriously tempted to fuck around with the audience, like tell dirty jokes or start stripping off my clothes, just to see their reactions. I held back though, cuz this shit be serious. It was tempting, though. Very, very tempting.
"Ladis and gentlemen," I said, the mic and speakers within my helmet amplifying my voice across the garage's space. "Thank you for coming. I know all of you are very busy and that you have various duties to perform, so I shall make this quick."
I paused and made a show of looking around at the assembled mass of my employees. This was a usual trick that scummy politicians used, since it looked like the speaker was looking at their audience eye-to-eye even though they really weren't. Thankfully with my reflective mask, such an illusion was even more effective since no one could tell where my eyes actually were. (They were, btw, mostly staring at the female members' chests.)
"Many of you have worked for me for a long time," I continued. "Some of you have even been with me for years. I thank you for your loyal service, and assure you that your hard work has not been for naught. Due to your diligence, our humble organization has grown. Look around you. Look around you, to the men and women who stand beside you. With you." Yep, basic "we are one" kumbaya bullcrap that people always seemed to eat up.
"Look to them now, for they are the backbone of our organization, as you are. Together we have grown, together we are strong. For years we have stayed in the shadows, building our strength and growing our forces. Well, the time to remain in the shadows, hidden from view, is over. Tonight is the night we strike." I raised my right hand and clenched my fist upon speaking the last word, to add emphasis and proper gravitas to my awesome speech.
"The world will now see us for what we are. The world will look upon our might and tremble. Gathered here, within this room, is but a small part of a larger whole." It was all bullshit, of course. All these people were pretty much the sum total of Coil's organization. But if they thought we were bigger than we actually are, it'll make them feel more important and if there's one thing I learned, it's that feeling important makes people work harder.
"Thus, tonight, let us show the world who and what we are. Let them know our name. Let them hear it, let them fear it. For it will be a name that they will never forget."
Upon my nod, Reeves pressed an icon that was on his tablet. This sent out a signal that activated a switch that was fastened to several rolled up banners that had been bolted up against the walls of the garage. Upon hearing the signal, the bolts within the locks opened, causing the banners to unfurl.
Each banner was made of thick black cloth, and upon its center was the same red stylized cobra that was upon my helmet. But slithering from the cobra head were numerous red tentacles, each reaching outwards, seeking to grasp at anything they could.
"Ladies and gentlemen," I told them, my voice deep and tingling with excitement. "Welcome to Hydra."
Yeah, fuck Marvel, too.
