You began to see signs of civilization out in rural Kansas, soon enough you were in a small town with only the gas station lighting up the night. You glanced at your own gas tank, nearly on E you pulled into the isle to get some fuel, and more pressingly, some cigarettes and energy drinks.
Denise stirred and looked up at you as if to say, “what’s going on?” Then, seemingly having got her answer went back to sleep, pullhoodie over her eyes. You hated when telepaths did that, pull information out of your head without conversation. You supposed it was worse when Cassandra responds to you before you even say anything.
You walked in the store with a jingle of bells to wake up the clerk slumped over the counter. He wiped the sleep out of his eyes and as if he could read your mind too he pointed,
“Bathroom’s over there mister.”
As you washed your hands in the dirty sink, you could hear more bells jingle as someone else entered the store. You went to grab some paper towels but the dispenser was empty. You annoyedly wiped your hands on your pants as you walked out into the scene of a robbery. The clerk had his hands up as a stranger held a shotgun to him. He noticed you and for a moment aimed at you, in that split second the clerk reached under the counter. The robber reeled back and shot the clerk, blowing him away. He turned to you as you dove behind a shelf. Some teammates you have, they must not have sensed him coming…

[LVL I Telekinetic] Max lift 100lbs, Max distance 100ft (within line of sight), Max objects to control: 1

>Draw your own pistol (1d10)
>Push shelves towards the attacker (1d10)
>Break his neck (1d10)
>Force him to the ground with kinesis and subdue him (1d10)
>Write in

>>6342948
>Force him to the ground with kinesis and subdue him (1d10)
Cool premise

>>6342948
Hell yeah, finally a telekinetic MC
>Force him to the ground with kinesis and subdue him (1d10)

>>6342948
>Force him to the ground with kinesis and subdue him (1d10)

>>6342948
>Force him to the ground with kinesis and subdue him (1d10)

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>>6342945
What do we, Denise and Cassandra look like?

(Cool thread)

Rolled 4 (1d10)

>>6342951

>>6342948
>Force him to the ground with kinesis and subdue him (1d10)

>>6342948
>Draw your own pistol (1d10)
What if he’s also a psychic

Cassandra suddenly woke to the sound of Buckshot crashing in the store. Her sixth sense immediately went to future, her own death namely. Her vague end was the background noise of her life, she could never stop thinking about it. Only thing was it was so fuzzy that she couldn’t make many details out except that it was very far away. Because of that whenever the chance of it happening changed even slightly she noticed. That was her danger sense and it just suddenly went up.
Denise heard it too and started feeding her information,
“Young male and he’s scared, he’s on drugs. He’s going to kill Aiden and run away. Aiden is going to try to take him down.”
“Why couldn’t you tell me earlier?”
“He just recently decided to do this, his thoughts are irrational.”
“We have seconds to act or he can die.”

Inside you walked crouched behind the shelf for cover as he shot again shattering the glass from the wall of refrigerators behind you. You were peppered with glass shards all over your back and shoulders. He had missed you by a lot, if you emerged now you could get at him. Now was your chance, you exposed yourself over the shelf ready to knock him off his feet but found a barrel pointed right at you. You instantly ducked down just as another blast blew apart the glass behind you.
The robber huffed, “Die motherfucker!”
One shot rang out from the front of the store and you heard him fall like a sack of potatoes. You breathed freely, he’s dead. Yet you couldn’t help but notice your hands shaking, you hadn’t ever experienced real danger like that, you haven’t even began your first mission. Denise shouted into the store,
“Safe to get up now!”
You stood up from behind the shelf and walked over the crunchy glass shards. You glanced over at the dead night shift worker, his chest blown open, mouth ajar. The attacker lay face down in a growing puddle of blood, the bullet hole in the back of his head seemed to be strangely symmetrical. Denise was a good shot to hit the exact center of his head.
Cassandra started pacing, “The town sheriff is coming. This wasn’t supposed to happen. Some butterfly effect going on.”
Some small moment in time changed your fate. You remembered the paper towels, could something as small as having towels to dry your hands have prevented two people from being killed?
Denise stepped outside as the red and blue lights crossed the corner. Cassandra looked around the ceiling before pointing out the camera,
“Can you get that?”
You yanked it loose from the ceiling letting the wires hang. Outside Denise was talking to the policeman. No doubt to put Jedi mind tricks on him. The coverup would be easy enough for this one.
Cassandra looked up at you, with her being nearly a foot shorter than you it was kind of endearing.
“Pretty soon the adrenaline is going to wear off and you’re going to be in pain.”

She reached up and pulled a glass splinter from your neck, sure enough you felt the slight sting she was talking about.
“You were going to hurt a lot and not tell us about it.”
She started pulling more as you could tell she was dissociating, her green eyes stared unfocused in your direction as she got another shard loose. Her face was all sharp features, with her thin cheeks and narrow nose contributing to her usual serious tone. Something was different about her this time as you stared into her eyes. She shook out of her trance and took a step back before saying,
„Don’t forget about gas.”
„Oh right.”
The overweight sheriff waddled into the store, holding open the door for Denise, who confidently walked in explaining what had happened.
„So anyway, that’s when you saw the perp shoot him, then you came in and killed him.”
The cop nodded with all his chins in agreement.
„I sure did.”
„Well thank you officer, we’ll be on our way now.”
Denise motioned her head to the door, time to get out before any illusions are broken. Denise had been a field agent before either of you, and her confidence showed in how she carried herself. She walked confidently with her hands in her pockets. She looked back at you with a smirk,
“Oh my god you were so scared weren’t you.”
She put her hands up on her face to mock you.
“Oh no crazy is gonna kill me. I’m not as tough as I thought I was.”
You didn’t take the bait but it did bother you, you would have preferred to keep it to yourself. The war stories you’ve heard don’t seem to mention how scared they were to die.

Back on the road, this time you rode shotgun and finally got to sleep just as the sun began to rise over Kansas. When you came to you were already nearly at the target. Cassandra was sitting upright in her seat, the gears were turning as she gave Denise directions through the city. The plan was simple, dressed as police officers you would sedate and arrest the target, a 45 year old businessman who had just had the best year of his life. After winning the lottery he began investing in crypto, seeing massive, suspicious returns. Now he was buying up properties that the precogs in HQ said were slated to be zoned for industrial use. In other words he was greedy and sloppy. Denise spoke up,
“Does he know we’re coming?”
Cass started calculating,
“He will know something is going to happen. His target future is one in which he is rich is beginning to be uncertain. He’ll be home, obsessively looking over his investments for what is going wrong.”
You stopped at the pre-planned safe house where you changed into tactical gear, you and Denise as cops, Cassandra into a blue windbreaker with IRS in bold yellow letters on it.
Denise caught you looking at yourself in the mirror.
“Come on cool guy, let’s go bust down some doors.”
You couldn’t lie, you did feel cool.

Cassandra parked the van a few blocks away from the target’s mansion. The house looked fit for Scrooge McDuck with a massive fountain in the front and supercars spilling out the garage and into the street. The house itself was a modern art project made out granite and glass. Just how rich was this asshole?
Denise perked up,
“He’s in there, just like you said he’s stressed about what’s happening to his future. Only since then he’s been drinking and hasn’t stopped. He has a few guns, he may try to hurt himself if his future becomes any more rocky or us if he finds out we’re the cause.”
Cassandra stopped to calculate,
“That complicates things, I can see a few ways to go about it.”

>Cass goes first to attempt to calm him down (Roll 1d10)
>You break through the closest window to him and surprise him (Roll 1d10)
>You break through the farthest window and attempt to sneak up on him (Roll 1d10)
>Write in
You guys can roll as well if you like

Rolled 7 (1d10)

>>6343241
>>You break through the farthest window and attempt to sneak up on him (Roll 1d10)

Rolled 8 (1d10)

>>6343241
>Cass goes first to attempt to calm him down (Roll 1d10)

Rolled 8 (1d10)

>>6343241
>You break through the farthest window and attempt to sneak up on him (Roll 1d10)

Rolled 5 (1d10)

>>6343241
>You break through the farthest window and attempt to sneak up on him (Roll 1d10)
Thought we’d roll after the vote was called.

Rolled 5 (1d10)

>>6343241
>You break through the farthest window and attempt to sneak up on him (Roll 1d10)
I feel like McDuck has a greater detection range than us and we may be caught.

>>6343241
QM, please continue

Cassandra laid out the risk and you took it. That was the way things worked after all, in the psychic world TKs were a dime a dozen where the others were more rare. You somewhat accepted that your job was to take the bullet for them.
You made your way around the house undetected. A glass pane blocked your way. You created small cracks along the edges before pulling the whole thing off in one motion, laying it down silently.
As you stepped inside you realized how empty everything is, like you stepped into the home of the world’s loneliest man. Bottles and trash were strewn across the place, Gucci bags lay on top of stacks of pizza boxes, a massive television still in its box.
If he was a precog you would need to act quickly, act inevitably so that there’s no timeline in which you fail. You knew that despite being able to predict the future he still needed some information to form those conclusions, by the time he got that you would make sure it was too late.
You pied the corner around his master bedroom before bursting into a scene you didn’t expect.
He sat on a huge sofa, sitting upright looking right at you. In one hand, loosely hanging over the arm of the couch was a liquor bottle in the other tucked under his chin was a silver revolver. He looked to be in his mid forties, with salt and pepper hair, his designer dress shirt stained with sweat and spilled alcohol.
“You’re late.”
You paused, you didn’t think you could pull the gun from his hand in time.
“Don’t do it!”
He gripped the bottle from the neck and took a swig.
“What fucking difference does it *hic* make.”
He let the bottle fall to the floor.
“Why don’t I know what will happen if I go with you?”
Cass spoke up behind you,
“You won’t be able to know. We’re going to remove your foresight. You’ve abused it for too long, whichever timeline you choose makes no difference to us now.”
“Abuse? *hic* I hardly made a dent. I didn’t take food out of anyone’s mouth, I never hurt anybody.”
“Your power is an unfair advantage.”
“Unfair, what’s unfair is people with real power influencing politics in order to get rich. I suppose it was fair when I lost everything and had to beg for change. All is fair until I can win.”
Denise spoke up,
“Your life isn’t over. You just need to come with us so we can help you. Look at yourself, your obsession with the timeline has left you broken, you have all these things and nobody to share it with.”
He scoffed,
“You think I need friends? Do you think I want to let people into my life just to see every future where they abandon and betray me?”
Cassandra tapped your shoulder before stepping forward, a signal?
“You’ve only trapped yourself in a self fulfilling prophecy, the future isn’t decided, until it becomes the present.”

For a moment he froze, calculating the way that Cassandra sometimes did. Then you realized, he wasn’t in the here and now but in a future that didn’t exist. It was the end of the line.
You jerked the revolver from his hand as Denise presented her tranq gun, firing a needle into his thigh. He immediately slumped over. Mission complete.
She holstered it,
“Jeez what a drama queen.”
You dragged the body to the van while Denise reminded the neighbors that they didn’t see anything. Once everyone loaded up in the van, including sleeping beauty, you didn’t know what to think about the events of the past day. Denise did,
“Let’s go! Bagged our first one!”
Cass cracked a smile,
“You know what I’m thinking?”
“I totally understand. Aiden we’re going to the nearest burger joint to celebrate.”
You were about to mention something about needing to return back to base before she shushed you,
“Nope, don’t want to hear it. Just drive.”
You couldn’t help but to catch the contagious good mood,
“Ay ay captain.”

Later in the debriefing room the feeling was easily reversed.
“Sloppy, what a goddamn mess.”
The two senior psychics dissected the mission piece by piece and layed out a million ways it could have gone better. You looked over to Denice, not used to seeing her look like a sad puppy while her telepathic mentor tore her apart silently. For your own part, at least you were used to being yelled at by your own boss.
“What the hell do you mean you couldn’t pull the weapon from his hand?! Do you seriously mean to tell me that you couldn’t control his finger?”
If your mentor wasn’t psychic, he would be a marine drill instructor. Derby was black, ten years your senior, and had muscles that stretched whatever shirt he wore. You heard his bench press was impressive, but what was more was that he could lift a tank with his mind.
“Don’t even get me started with your little incident report on the way to the target. You couldn’t take down a crackhead on your own? A non psychic had you on the ropes and you had to get saved by your TP? Pathetic.”
While Denise was done, your ass chewing only started. Darby had you doing pushups and assorted exercises as punishment until you lay in a puddle of sweat. Your arms were shaking as he squatted down to your level.
“You’re to report to the dilation chamber, followed by the wind tunnel. Understood?”
“Yes sir…”
Before you could run out the door he grabbed you with kinesis and turned you rigidly towards him.
“One more thing…”
You felt pressure along your windpipe.
“Let me find out you’ve been fucking one of your teammates.”

He threw you out the door.
Stamata dilation was one of the most painful things you had to endure, you definitely weren’t looking forward to it. You made your way through the underground facility until you found the chamber entrance, staffed by the lab geeks. Doctor Edison recognized you immediately,
“Hmm has it been a year already Aiden? Are you well, you’re sweating?”
“Just had an impromptu exercise session.”
“I see, well, if you’re here for dilation you know the deal. You can secure the straps yourself if you like.”
You stepped inside the concrete chamber and stood against the silver metal bed. After you secured yourself with the straps you gave a thumbs up to the technician behind the bulletproof glass to begin. The bed lifted into the air via a mechanical arm. It turned you upside down where other arms would be coming down with needles. You winced as they entered your skin and pressed deeper into your spine. The pressure spikes until you feel like you’re going to explode. Then you suddenly let an uncontrollable burst of force escape from you, rattling the whole chamber. Then it suddenly releases and the mechanism places you back down.
The straps came loose and you fell down as technicians rushed in to help you up. Dr. Edison kept his distance,
“My apologies, I gave you a slightly higher dose this time.”
You started to stand under your own power.
“The good news is your telekinesis is much more powerful now, let’s run some diagnostics if you have the time.”

[Lvl 2 TK] Max lift 400 lbs, max distance 300ft, max objects to control: 2

>Mutation: objects you control will slowly heat up until either burning or melting
>Mutation: you can feel objects you control meaning you don’t need to see it to control it
>Mutation: fine motor control, meaning you can control smaller and more complex items
>Write in

>>6344399
>Mutation: you can feel objects you control meaning you don’t need to see it to control it

>>6344399
>Mutation: you can feel objects you control meaning you don’t need to see it to control it

>>6344399
>Mutation: fine motor control, meaning you can control smaller and more complex items
We did just get chewed out for not being able to target a single finger.

Denise sat on the bench fighting back tears as her handler wordlessly picked her apart. Raymond had the uncanny ability to make people relive past memories. She was back at the gas station, sleeping, while a psycho entered the store with intent. When her teammate asked why she couldn’t read him, she lied. If she were awake and alert the whole thing could have been prevented. The primary goal of the telepath on mission was to feed information about the people around them to the team precog who often can’t predict complex human behavior. Raymond reminded her what could happen when she doesn’t do her job right.
He started flashing her red tinged memories, one after the other, the teller with a basketball sized hole in his chest, the robber bleeding out onto the floor. Then he dug deeper, her old teammates flashing smiles with something wrong behind them before they raised their weapons to their heads. Synchronized, like two marionettes controlled by one puppeteer they mocked her,
“Goodbye Denise…”
She couldn’t let Aiden see her like this. She got up and left the room before collapsing on the floor and sobbing into her hands. Raymond watched her for a second as she began reliving the memories on her own, before just walking away.

You braced yourself in the wind tunnel as the turbines whirled to start.
“Here goes nothing.”
The wind started to blow like a solid wall towards you and you pressed against it with a kinetic wall of your own. You put one foot forward for balance as the fans picked up even more. You felt the difference in your ability, you were able to resist the high winds better than you ever could before. Suddenly the fans went into overdrive, your rear foot slipped back on the concrete as you lost your balance and went flying back. You skidded across the concrete before the fans could shut off, scraping skin and hitting your head pretty hard. You came to your feet,
“Again.”

Outside in the hallway, you floated a cigarette up to your mouth. You tried the lighter but once again you couldn’t replicate the motion of a thumb sparking the gas. You looked down at your hand, it was all scraped up from being dragged across the concrete.
“Need a hand?”
It was Denise, dressed to leave the compound. You looked back at your poor finger then back at her.
“Yeah, actually.”
“Well too bad, those aren’t good for you.”
You were starting to like her sarcastic sense of humor, but not this time.
“Ok, ok if you insist on getting cancer.”
She held the flame up to the end as you took a drag.
“Are you seriously just going to stay here and train all day? You know we did fine, they only want to grill the rookie team so we don’t get overconfident.”
You thought back to what Darby told you before. Denise let out a half snort half laugh,
“Come on you’re going topside with me, for some band-aids first of all.”
You reluctantly agreed.

You reluctantly agreed. Getting in the elevator, it informed you that you were on the -11th floor as you slowly ascended to ground level. You exited out into the lobby of the apartment building into the cold night where you managed to find a 24 hour shopette.
“Alright hold your hands out tough guy.”
You winced as she poured burning antiseptic all over your fucked up hands, wrapping them with bandages. She even put a few on your face.
“Well what now?”
>”Let’s get something to eat.”
>”Let’s share a drink at a bar.”
>”We ought to head back now.”
>Write in

>>6344794
>”Let’s get something to eat.”

>>6344794
>”Let’s get something to eat.”

>>6344794
>”Let’s get something to eat.”
Is it just me or is our leadership kinda abusive?

>>6344794
>”Let’s get something to eat.”
>>6345021
Yeah mental torture and physical threats for such a minor blunder, I shudder to think what they'll do if we fucked up big time.

>>6344399
How would the idea of "you don’t need to see it to control it" actually work? Would it apply only to solid objects, or could it work with liquids and gases as well? Also, is there a minimum size for what can be controlled? Without some limits, it seems like the ability could affect very small things inside the body, which might be too overpowered.

“Let’s get something to eat.”
“Your treat right? Got something in mind?”
“Anything beats what they got downstairs.”
“You liar, you’re the most cooped up out of anyone I know. I just had to force you outside.”
No use arguing with a telepath you supposed.
“Hey I heard that!”
You ended up finding a breakfast place that never closes and somehow always had customers, night owls like you. You got the omelette and she got the pancakes. You were just about to drown it in hot sauce when Denise went into some thought. You tried to not think it overtly but she was cute. She had black curly hair, big brown expressive eyes, and pouty lips always ready to drop her next sarcastic comment.
“Do you ever think about life after all this? Like the future?”
You got caught off guard by that,
“Well, it’s not really my job to think about the future.”
“Very funny but I’m serious, are you just going to do this forever?”
You took a bite of your hot sauce omelette.
“I mean, nobody chose to do this job. Like Darby told me-“
“Yeah yeah yeah, we’re draftees in an invisible war. One of these days you can retire and then what?”
You looked around the restaurant, two waitresses tag teamed cleaning tables, two older guys sipped some coffee, a group of five drunk friends laughed at a joke you didn’t catch.
>”How about opening a restaurant?”
>Paint a picture for Denise, a mountain cabin away from all of this
>Admit you want to promote as far as you can in the organization
>Write in
Sorry about the late post I had a late day at work and I fell asleep writing. Action soon. For the anon with the question about the mutation, right now you grip a solid object as a whole with limits to dexterity but for others you could create a shape to harness it if that makes sense. To get liquid you would form a cup and so on. But if for example you took a guy and ripped him in half from the waist he would still freely bleed out of both ends. I more intended the mutation to be for reconnaissance, to put out feelers so to speak.

>>6345528
>Admit you want to promote as far as you can in the organization
Something something belly of the beast.

>>6345528
>Admit you want to promote as far as you can in the organization

>>6345528
>Admit you want to promote as far as you can in the organization

Does our guy have any backstory? I like the idea of Aiden being aimless in normal life who’s conscription has finally given him an opportunity to make something of himself.

>>6345528
>Admit you want to promote as far as you can in the organization

TKs are too dangerous to be free roam. I think the MC had to choose between cooperation or extermination, so I guess he'll spend the rest of his life working like a dog for this corporation.

“Well I want to promote and get ahead as far as I can.”
She looked disappointed in your answer but humored you anyway.
“Oh, so what’s next for you? I heard the instructor jobs are pretty cushy. Do they just have the young ones pushing over blocks?”
You thought back to your childhood. You had no memory of being inducted into the department but you knew you were brought in with a batch of orphans from across the country who possessed a stamata with TK potential. You would have been stripped of your last name to prevent any chance of finding your parents before beginning military training. You were drilled in weapons, tactics, and exercised until your bones hurt. Only then did you receive your first dilation and began TK training. Which did indeed include knocking over blocks and other small objects.
“Yeah actually. I imagine it was different for you?”
“Yeah, experiences may vary. I guess what I mean to say is there’s more to life than our job.”
“There’s breakfast at two in the morning.”
She laughed,
“Yeah, there’s that.”

Cassandra stood up straight as one of the eight members of the think-tank, the high council of precognitives, addressed her.
“When you captured the subject, did you gain any insight into the origin of his precognition?”
“No, he seems to have attributed it to luck. He indicated that he was homeless before one day he saw a future in which he was rich.”
“Very well, the recent spike in natural psychic activations is bad enough, but a wild precog could cause irreparable damage to the timeline. We will need all the information we can get from the ground in order to ensure the survival of the human race.”
“Understood. Is there anything else?”
“We’ve received intelligence that the rogue telepath known as the Evil Eye has been spotted in Iraq. We’ve determined with seventy five percent accuracy that his next move will be to travel to Pakistan where he will take over a nuclear missile silo. You must deploy with your team to eliminate him and prevent this from happening.”
“It will be done.”
“You must not and I emphasize must not make direct contact with the Evil Eye. He has eliminated every team we’ve sent thus far by compelling them to suicide. We suggest confirming his location by some means and then calling accurate artillery fire. You may need to sacrifice a member of your team for this.”
She shuddered at the thought, could she send Aiden to his death?

Your alarm suddenly woke you from a strange dream. The fluorescent lights lit up automatically as you automatically rolled out of bed yourself. You attempted to shut off the alarm with your kinesis but ended up just pushing it off the dresser, too early for this shit. You threw on your jump suit and left to see what they had for you today. You found C and D fitting military boots. With how late you stayed up, Denise didn’t even look tired.
“Come on, do you think we’re playing dress up? Get in military gear.”
Now you got it, she was as cranky as you were. You threw your kit on, grabbed a rifle, and hopped on the plane to go god knows where. As soon as your ass hit the seat you were out cold.
As soon as the doors opened you felt the heat hit like an oven. The air around you tasted of thick fuel and dust. Cassandra led the way, confidently walking the tarmac like she’s been here before. Something felt off about her, did she know something you didn’t?
“Hey C, what do we know about the target?”
She thought for a moment,
“A TP took over a local militia that used to defend their town from terrorists. We have to confirm his location and then blow him up. We’re going to have heavy resistance so we’re moving with a convoy of marines.”
She said it while only looking ahead, and so matter-of-fact like. You supposed there was a lot to consider for her. You could forgive her for being distant. A joke or snide comment should lighten the mood,
“Hoo-rah.”

As the humvees rolled into the town it didn’t take long until they started taking contact. Automatic PKM fire raked the ground around you as the marines fired back with their own. The turret gunner held down the trigger as brass rained down into the truck. Your ears began ringing as you got out and took cover behind the truck.

The air was chaos all around you, explosions, shooting, yelling, dust kicked up in violent bursts further adding to the fog of war. You pressed your back against the armored door, heart pounding as rounds impacted nearby. Somewhere to your left a marine cried out for a medic, to your right a humvee exploded erupting into black smoke.
You risked a glance around the corner. Two story concrete buildings with their windows blown out boxed the street in, the alleyways dark and narrow. You couldn’t see the shooters, only their muzzle flashes. Denise slid in next to you, calm as she could be, given the situation.
“Contact is coming from the rooftops and the alley, pick your poison.”
“Where’s Cassandra?”
“She can hold her own, you need to move, now.”
>Return fire from behind the humvee to buy the marines time to maneuver (Roll 1d10)
>Rip the door off the blown out humvee with kinesis to use as a shield (Roll 1d10)
>Sprint to the north alley and take out the PKM (Roll 1d10)
>Pull the wounded marine to safety before he bleeds out (Roll 1d10)
>Find Cassandra, she will know what to do
>Write in

>>6346308
Don't wanna get grounded for casualties
>Pull the wounded marine to safety before he bleeds out

I think QM should be the one rolling the dice kek

Rolled 7 (1d10)

>>6346308
>>Pull the wounded marine to safety before he bleeds out (Roll 1d10)

Rolled 7 (1d10)

>>6346308
>Sprint to the north alley and take out the PKM (Roll 1d10)
She said we needed to move

>>6346308
>Pull the wounded marine to safety before he bleeds out (Roll 1d10)

The Pharaoh floated above his empire and soaked up the suns rays as his slaves toiled below. The land was flush with this year’s harvest, and your brother Ma’at swore by your father Ra, it would be bountiful. The pyramid shone magnificently golden in the sun as a testament to Ra, your father, the god-king who built it. The land was once a wasteland, yet he carved out the river, he put the tribesmen to work in the field, he showed them to turn grain into bread. He showed them the way, no, forced them to. Yet, he couldn’t live forever. The pharaoh shed a tear as he beseeched the sun as his grandfather,
“Why, oh great one do you still rise every day while my father does not? Is my father not your child?”
He was suddenly aware of a commotion from below, his brother Ma’at was riding into the city on a golden chariot. The pharaoh dropped down to meet him.
“Ma’at, do you bring good tidings?”
“My king, I am afraid I do not. Your actions as pharaoh have disturbed the natural order, and have invoked the gods wrath. For that they will block out the sun, even now the moon moves to take our grandfather’s place in heaven.”
The pharaoh looked, the sun and the moon who usually chased each other across the sky to create the day and the night, shared a place in the waking day.
“No… it can’t be. What can we do to appease them? Please brother.”
“You must share the nectar of the gods with me, it is the only way.”
The pharaoh cast a look of suspicion at Ma’at,
“Father’s will was that I had the lion’s share, for I am the strongest. To defend his people and expand his kingdom to the edges of the world.”
“Very well, if it is your will then let the sun be extinguished. Forever.”
The pharaoh watched as the moon and the sun approached. He could not let this happen. He rapidly flew away to the east, letting his golden headdress fall to the ground as he soared across the sky. When he reached the Red Sea he pushed the water away, revealing his father’s circular metal chariot that was hidden there long ago. Inside he retrieved a vial containing the nectar. He looked to the sky, the moon and sun nearly touched, there was little time. He pushed his flight to the limit, ripping his clothes off, yet holding the vial tightly. He reached his brother just in time, kneeling as he handed it to him, not out of respect but pure exhaustion.
“Ma’at, the rest is in the Red Sea. We must stop this.”
“Look at what you did.”
The pharaoh looked up at the sun, only to be blinded by the sight of the eclipse. He closed his eyes and looked away, yet the after-image still burned.
“Why brother? Why-“
The pharaoh gasped as he felt the sharp end of a spear pierce his back.

You reached out, ignoring Denise, feeling for the crying marine. You snagged him and pulled him back as the battle raged on. When you finally got him around the corner you could see he was in rough shape. His leg looked like it was hanging on by a patch of skin and the drag had left a trail of blood.
You hesitated for a moment, you weren’t a medic, you were a weapon. Suddenly you had an idea. You severed the leg that was barely hanging on anyway, then you pushed a kinetic wall against the wound to prevent more blood from leaking out. A good temporary solution, but you’d need something more permanent.
“Denise we need a tourniquet!”
She tossed you one as she continued to fire back at the defenders,
“Should’ve been prepared!”
You pulled back his bloody uniform and wrapped the tourniquet around tightly, attached the velcro strap then twisted the stick until it couldn’t go anymore. You let the wall go and sure enough the bleeding stopped. You pushed the marine back behind cover. You had to get back into the fight.
>Get in the humvee and push right down the alleyway (Roll 1d10)
>Find some grenades and use TK to force them into the PKM’s position (Roll 1d10)
>Find Cassandra
>Write in

>Damn the civilian casualties, call in an airstrike and bomb the place to hell
Is also an option

>>6346767
>Get in the humvee and push right down the alleyway (Roll 1d10)

Rolled 10 (1d10)

>>6346767
>Find some grenades and use TK to force them into the PKM’s position

Rolled 6 (1d10)

>>6346767
>>Find some grenades and use TK to force them into the PKM’s position (Roll 1d10)

Who has bigger tata's, Cassandra or Denise?

To your right you noticed a dead marine lying in a mangled heap. You lifted him up, noticing a bandoleer full of grenades, jackpot. You reached in the bandoleer and retrieved one. You put your middle finger through the pin and held out your hand. You sent a jolt of kinetic energy through your hand, launching the grenade and pulling the pin at the same time. Not only did it land right at the window where the machine gunner was shooting from, the story collapsed, bringing down the roof with all the fighters with it. For the first time since the battle started, there was a lull, a quiet quickly filled by cheering marines.
You advanced with them up the alleyway. You sensed behind corners as you moved, if you felt a fighter there you jerked them into view before shooting them. You kept your awareness high, you knew if the Evil Eye sensed you first you were dead. Denise caught up to you,
“Aiden wait!”
You stopped,
“What?”
She caught up to you, panting. Wordlessly she took the magazine out of your rifle and replaced it with an empty one.
“Just trust me, you’re not defenseless. Now go on!”
You did, for now on you would have to rely only on your telekinesis. You pushed forward behind a group of marines. One building looked promising, it looked like an administrative building, not quite a palace. The marines stacked up as you felt around inside. There were a group cowering in the corner but one stood alone, standing upright. You would bet your life that was your man.
As the lead marine breached the door, you suddenly went stiff. So did the other marines. Your arms flexed against itself as to your horror, the marines and you brought your weapons to your chins. Theirs went bang, yours went click. Your hands opened up dramatically, dropping your weapon to the ground. You then started walking, uncontrollably stiff legged towards the door. It opened up to a wrinkled old man with baggy eyes, wearing an old brown uniform with a red star on it. Emotionless, he aimed a pistol directly in your face.
“Dad wait!”
Your head twisted roughly to look at Denise, who came running behind you.
“Dad you can’t kill this one!”
He responded in a thick Russian accent,
“Why not, he like all American psychic. He come to kill me, so I kill him.”
“They planned this! If he dies it will trigger an artillery barrage!”
He put the gun down and spit on your face,
“Smart dogs they are.”
You still couldn’t budge, the Evil Eye had you under his complete control. Denise came up to you and wiped it from your cheek.
“You like this one? If he is strong he should make great addition to resistance.”
“Don’t hypnotize him, we’ll let him make his own choice. Aiden, there’s something you have to know...”

In the 1920s a psychic arms race was underway after the excavation of the tomb of Pharaoh Ma’atkare, the first known precognitive. The hieroglyphs pictured inside led to the discovery of a crashed UFO in the Red Sea which contained pure vials of what became known under many names, but essentially when introduced to ancestors of Ma’atkare could activate their natural psychic stamata organ. When the supply ran out, the German psychics realized that they could source more from the spinal chords of dead psychics, thus beginning the First Psychic War, coinciding with the Second World War. After the war, the American Psychics, fueled another UFO shot down at Roswell, absorbed the British and began a second covert war against the Soviets, eventually destroying them. The remnants formed the Psychic Resistance but slowly face annihilation as they are hunted down across the planet for their stamata.

You didn’t know what to believe, was Denise influencing you? Nevertheless you had to make a decision.
>Join Denise
>Leave and join Cassandra

>>6347066
Denise has an athletic build, she spends some time of her own in the gym to keep sharp and to stay strong like a good double agent. So she has a firm ass and abs. Cassandra is a short stack and spends her free time browsing /his/ and reading history books to keep her mind off the future. She definitely has a bigger bra size than Denise. Early on in the story when she stared at you calculating she might have thought of a future between you that she’s a little too awkward to initiate. But she did send you to your death though.

>>6347092
Hair color? Skin color?

>>6347079
>Join Denise
This whole organization has been off from the start, so sure.

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>>6347079
Does that mean all psychics are artificial serum-doped warmachines? How did that one guy in the beginning get it naturally?

You stood as still as a statue, unable to speak but you desired with all your heart to go with Denise. You were suddenly released and you collapsed on the ground, at the same time gasping for air. The old man reached out his hand,
“Sorry comrade, I forget to make you breathe. My name? Dimitri.”
You took it and came to your feet, still catching your breath.
“What now?”
“Now we go Pakistan of course. You will take us.”
“How am I supposed to do that?”
Dimitri gave Denise a look,
“I thought this one was strong? No matter. I have killed many psychics for this.”
He produced a thick syringe not containing the semi-transparent liquid you were used to, this one looked to be mixed with blood. You eyed the needle, you had never been scared of needles before but this one looked too big, there was no way he was going to stick you with this. He smiled knowingly,
“I am going to stick you comrade. Be still.”
Again you stiffened up like a rock against your will as he stabbed you in the back with the syringe. You felt the pressure expand in your spine until it was too much and you let out a scream, forcing Dimitri and Denise backwards in a wave of energy. All around you the dust rose off the ground and you noticed too that your feet didn’t touch the ground. Before you could revel in how much stronger you’ve grown, you noticed Denise against the brick wall rubbing her head. You rapidly flew over to her, taking her into your arms.
“I’m so sorry, did I hurt you?”
She blinked a few times as you stared into her eyes, she blushed, you were so close. Dimitri rose to his feet,
“Is fine, do not help old man.”
You let Denise go, you might have a moment later. Dimitri gestured to the cracked syringe vial on the ground with the bloody liquid spilled all over.
“How many men die for that? No matter. You strong enough now yes? To fly?”

As you soared above the mountains, you finally arrived at what had to be the place. A massive collapsed temple complex built of marble. The complex in its prime would have made the Parthenon look like stone henge. You let Denise and her father down before landing yourself in front of the mountain entrance that descended downwards. The staircase carved into the mountain had fog lights illuminating the path connecting to a generator. Someone modern has come to this ancient place. You began to descend the steps when Denise grabbed your hand,
“There’s a lot of psychic energy down there.”
Dimitri spoke up,
“This must be great secret Americans try to hide. No time to delay, we go now.”
As the stairway opened into the stone chamber you immediately noticed it. The massive creature was suspended in the air by metal beams, it must have been nine feet tall, its grey, nearly milky white skin pulsated with every heartbeat. It wore a white suit that had red blood stains on it. Its elongated head hung low, as it was clearly asleep and it was covered in head to toe in IVs, including from its back which consistently pumped out a translucent liquid.
Before you could further admire the alien being, you heard a familiar voice from behind you.
“AIDEN! I’M GOING TO KILL YO ASS!”
You turned, Darby and Raymond stood at the stairwell. Darby was angry, ready to charge, while Raymond crossed his arms looking disdainfully down at you. Denise looked at you,
“We got Raymond, you take Darby, let’s go!”
Darby flew ahead with his fist first ready to Superman punch you.
>Form a kinetic wall to block him
>Fly at him with your own punch
>Take the fight outside and use the pillars as a weapon
>Release the alien
>Write in

>>6347482
>Take the fight outside and use the pillars as a weapon
Ain’t taking no chances accidentally releasing an alien beast until we get more info on it.

>>6347482
>Surrender and turn yourself in to the corporation.

>>6347079
>Leave and join Cassandra
Hunting down rogues is BASED

>>6347629
You're late anon evendoe I would agree with you

>>6347482
>>Fly at him with your own punch

>>6347673
>>6347629
>>6347580
Anons, I had great ideas for what you wanted. I promise to come back after and write what would have happened if you refused to join Denise. I’m sorry for not fleshing out Cassandra so much or I know the decision would have been harder. Writing

You flew towards Darby with all the pent up anger you’ve held over the years, ready to kill him with your own hands. Your fists met each other’s faces in the center but the momentum carried you forward and you crashed into the stairwell, and Darby into a generator, plunging the chamber in total darkness. You had the advantage now. You reached out for Darby and yanked him towards the stone wall but he resisted and avoided the impact. You swung him back around with his own inertia, until you gripped nothing. You suddenly felt a pressure around you.
Shit.
You were thrown upwards towards the ceiling as he dragged you along the stone all the way into the daylight. You landed roughly, skipping across the temple floor until you hit a pillar. You wiped your face with your sleeve, leaving a thick bloody streak across it. Darby floated upwards out from the ground. His left eye was swollen up in a shiner and his jumpsuit was torn, but otherwise you had definitely taken more punishment.
You meekly floated upwards and he slammed you down, again, and again, and again, until you lay there motionless. No matter how strong you’ve grown, how many successful missions, how many training sessions, Darby would always be stronger than you. He hovered above you,
“You had a lot of potential, Aiden. I wouldn’t have admitted it, but I saw myself in you. What did you go throw it away for? Some bitch who was a traitor anyway?”
You noticed the ancient pillar behind him, it looked cracked. You gave it a tug and a larger crack formed along the base. It would crush both of you, but you didn’t care.
“Whatever, any final words before I rip your spine out?”
You spat some blood and cracked a smile,
“Yeah, sloppy.”
The pillar collapsed, Darby quickly turned around to hold it up. You grabbed a boulder sized chunk of marble and swung it at Darby, landing it. You got out of the way of the pillar before it could fall on you. You floated over to look at the chunk of marble, only a hand stuck out as blood of your former mentor pooled below.

You had no time to celebrate as the ground began to shake. Denise came running out the stairwell with Dimitri close behind,
“It’s awake! We need to-“
A hole suddenly opened up in the ground and the alien floated through it. The IVs hung from its body all ripped out at once as it eyed you with its huge black eyes that twinkled with light like the stars that it came from. It spoke to you without opening its mouth, like it was thinking in your mind. Only, there were no words, it spoke in pure ideas.
“Recognition.”
It knew you, the form of you. You, no, human life were akin to it.
“Violence.”
The hate you felt, the people you hurt. Violence was something foreign to it, yet it understood it now. We taught it to him. You were flooded with its own memories, being shot down over the mountains, crashing. It had only been looking for a lost expedition that had disappeared twenty thousand years ago.
“Extraction.”
The DPS had been using its stamatic fluid to power its psychics for some time now. It seemed the body of a human descendant of Ma’atkamut only produced a small amount on its own.
“Signal.”
There was a signal that was produced from the ships of these aliens that ‘activated’ the psychic abilities of natural psychics. The two that existed on the planet at the time of the Roswell crash weren’t enough to awaken psychic abilities without a heavy dose of stamatic fluid; yet the massive approaching fleet of UFOs were.
“Arrival.”
On arrival the rest of the aliens will remove all traces of UFO wreckage from the planet, leaving all psychics with no power whatsoever. It deems human beings too violent and dangerous to let loose in the universe with psychic powers. You heard echoes of the DPS’s own mission statement in its ideas.
“Redemption.”
That is, if you could produce evidence to the contrary. That psychics deserved to exist, that humanity had a future in the universe. After all, the alien itself admitted it wasn’t a precognitive, only a TK/TP hybrid. It could be convinced otherwise to send the fleet back home
>Write in

>>6347820
Meh I'm fine with whatever the story is heading. Don't push yourself too hard QM

Again love this thread.

>>6347911
>Destroy DPS's extraction systems and let the alien scan my intent freely to prove that we will limit and not abuse our powers

>>6347911
>Agree. Humans are too violent and dangerous. Strip psychic power away from us, we cannot use it responsibly.

You had an idea, you projected it,
“Intent.”
Intent was the key, psychic powers could be used for good and not violence. You would use them to save the world. The alien seemed to dismiss you,
“Insufficient.”
It wasn’t good enough for the alien. One human’s intent wasn’t a promise for humanity. The massive alien turned around, ready to fly away. You had one more try.
“Love.”
The alien turned around and cocked its head,
“Incomplete.”
It didn’t understand. So you projected your memories. Denise saving you from the robber, her bandaging your hands, laughing in the restaurant. The alien straightened out like it understood,
“Bond.”
It was getting there, you projected the fight with Darby, how you did it to protect her. The choice to drop the pillar knowing it might kill you as well knowing it would keep her safe.
“Sacrifice.”
Yes, it was beginning to understand. Humanity had the ability to self sacrifice for those they loved. Therefore violence was not the end but the means. You tried again,
“Love.”
You were a psychic soldier, who knew no parents, and were raised for one purpose which was violence. Even you were capable of love, so humanity was capable of being saved. The stars in the alien’s eyes twinkled,
“Proof.”
He understood now, yet he wanted to see it for himself. The burden was on you.
It was Christmas time in Siberia. Dimitri had taken you hunting for reindeer and had you clearing out the thick snow from around his mountain cabin hideaway. The work was never over, even though you had a busy year as it was.
After the encounter with the alien, the event known as The Awakening occurred, letting every human being with psychic potential suddenly access their latent ability. It was chaos at first, but with the resistance’s help, you organized them and took over the DPS to form a new organization, the Coalition of Psychics. The Coalition had no qualms with interfering with world events. Ending all wars, famines, and senseless violence. You deployed the telekinetics of the world to push rain clouds into drought ridden areas, built homes in areas devastated by earthquakes, and of course enforced the peace. Denise took over the telepaths, finding and recruiting new psychics, emptying out prisons by reforming the criminals, and keeping all politicians and world leaders honest as no secrets could be kept anymore. The precognitives took over central planning, foreseeing disasters before they occurred, they also began working on new technologies and cures to diseases centuries ahead of time, bringing humanity into a new golden age of prosperity.
The alien stood over you watching, observing every action through his starry eyes. Occasionally he helped, but mostly stayed separate from all human affairs. You had given it a nickname that stuck, Roswell.

Eventually the fleet arrived, Roswell projected one last message to you before disappearing forever. Roswell extended his hand and waved it awkwardly, a practiced human behavior but a meaningful gesture nonetheless.
“Farewell.”
With that he flew upward into the massive starship that sat just out of the atmosphere. They left a signal beacon, so that all psychics could continue to use their powers for good. The ships disappeared from all detection systems, nobody knew where in the universe they went.
As you pushed the waist high snow from the outside of the cabin, Dimitri popped his head out the door.
“Aiden, you come inside now. Work more later.”
Inside Denise and her mom Petra had prepared the reindeer meat into a great Christmas meal. The fireplace burned hot, warming up the whole place nicely. You sat down to eat as you were starving from all the work Dimitri had made you do. You couldn’t help yourself and you dug in.
“Aiden, pass salt.”
You gripped it with your kinesis, but not quite dexterous enough, you spilled it. Everyone laughed,
“Use hands next time.”
Petra asked Denise something in Russian you couldn’t understand, she looked to dismiss it. Dimitri didn’t seem to mind translating,
“She says when will you marry?”
You got taken by surprise, blood rushed into your face, maybe it was too hot in this cabin.
“Oh.”
Denise was not having it,
“Dad!”
“What? Is only question.”
“You know we’ve been busy.”
“Yes? I was fighting war against Americans and your mother and I could still get busy.”
Denise put her head into her hands. You felt like you had to say something,
“I didn’t say no, it just hasn’t been the first thing on my mind. I’m sure you could tell.”
Denise looked up,
“Wait a minute, something is here.”
Everyone rushed outside, a spaceship hovered above. A compartment opened in it and out came Roswell the alien. He floated downward until he could look at you face to face.
“Necessity.”
He needed help. The aliens had an interstellar problem on their hands. But what could you do that they couldn’t?
“Threat.”
You understood now. The aliens needed the humans capability for violence. It was something foreign to them. It needed you to teach them so that they could combat their own enemies in the universe. You looked to Denise, your eyes met and you had your answer. You turned back to the alien.
“No.”
Roswell’s eyes blackened. It squinted at you and raised its long skinny arm towards you. You braced yourself, would he destroy you? He waved his hand and projected one last message,
“Farewell.”
Roswell ascended into the sky. For the final time.

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I know this was rushed I just can't prove it