Now Playing: Mick Gordon- Shatterhail.
Armor Model: Terminus.
Active Module: None.
Pilot: Pendragon, Nicolas.
System Status: Online.
Nicolas gave Novak a nod, and received the glass with one of the metal gauntlets of his armor. The sheer mundane utility
of having your warsuit under your skin at all times could hardly be understated. Earth's sociocultural taboo against extensive self-modification wasn't present on other worlds like Terminal. Not to mention, the coffee came out cool enough to drink immediately.
I should get some of those machines for Skywatch.
The idea was filed away under Pendragon's 'to-do,' alongside Project: Argonaut. But he couldn't afford to get distracted right now. This meeting was important. And right now, with Jaeger's help, he was going to convince the undecided individuals in the room that Capacitor was far more dangerous than they thought. Or at least, he would try.
The Young Wolf was certainly strange. He spoke not with the Shakespearean cadence of the World-Forge or the Nation-Spirit, nor the modern dialect of an ordinary human, but some combination of the two. It reminded Terminus of Rust Clarke. Not a true Eldest, or a human corrupted by the influence
of one, but a true fusion of the two. If that was close to Jaeger's true nature, it meant they might actually be able to trust him.
His words rang true as well. The comparison to a child messing around with a ballistic missile was apt, considering what had happened to all those who'd attempted to do so before. Rust had been subsumed by the Weltgeist within. The 'Future-Forge' killed alongside so many others in Rome. Flint, his spirit broken by the burden of the shield, and by the psychological pressure of being a part of the Great Society. Teja had already demonstrated signs of the same corruption, and the words of an expert were the corroboration Nicolas needed.
"I concur. One way or another, we need to separate Capacitor from that sword."
Pendragon had been absolutely serious when he'd said he had no interest in fighting the Society. But that didn't mean he wasn't willing
to. That was what it meant to be a hero- putting the world
before everything else. Before your own feelings, your own preferences. Men like the ones in this room were possessed of extraordinary capability, and Terminus had always believed that meant they had a responsibility
"You seem to have more information than me, but as far as my observations of Erujaorn, Hollenfeuer, and Stalzahn have gone, they seem to be inviolable. If we can't destroy the sword outright, it might be possible to break Capacitor's connection to it."
Taking a look around the room, Nicolas sighed. He'd have preferred this conversation to have happened in private, without the outsiders. But there was no point in wishing for things to have happened differently.
"I've been studying the Aether Forge for a few months now. If you could help me reignite it, we could melt the sword down and reforge it. Retain the metal, but turn it into something fundamentally different, so she couldn't summon it back to her. That could also prevent her condition from degenerating any further."
The Blacksmith looked askance at Jaeger. For once, he wasn't the expert. It would be up to the Young Wolf to determine whether that was a viable strategy. In truth, a part of Nicolas simply didn't want to see the sword destroyed completely. Much as the cursed blade had caused him a great deal of suffering, it was still one of a small handful of Eldest relics left in this world.
Then, Pendragon turned to Novak, attempting to meet his partner's eyes. A silent signal of what he was about to reveal to the rest of the group.
"That's not all, though. We need to bring Capacitor in. The Front Line is government-registered, we can make arrests. And in this case, I think it’s past due."
For a moment Terminus was silent. He gauged the reactions of the other individuals sitting around the table. To be sure, some would be displeased. But this was necessary. Actions had to have consequences, and the world had to be protected. The label 'hero' wasn't an automatic protection from the reality of your actions.
"Not to mention, we have a government liaison. That gives us more legitimacy than the Society’s ever had, Besides, they can't really send ordinary cops. If she decides not to go quietly, they wouldn't have a chance."
Capacitor slaughtering police officers might have seemed unlikely, but Nicolas had watched Hector Williams kill two dozen soldiers without remorse. Heroes were capable of incredible cruelty to the 'little people' they supposedly fought to protect, when they were pushed.
"The sword isn't the root of the problem with her. It's exacerbated things, yes, but she was unstable long before she ever laid hands on it. According to the Society's files, she used kitchenware to carve out an unpowered vigilante's eyes. And she keeps bringing children into combat situations. The world will be safer with her behind bars."