Waking up the next morning, I noticed that I was distinctly less warm than when I had gone to bed. Rubbing the gunk from my eyes, Amaya was sitting at the foot of the bed with her hair done up in a ponytail, holding a steaming cup in her hands. She shot a glance at me before shifting her body to reveal that she wasn't wearing anything else other than her lab coat and glasses.
"Good morning, Master." She greeted rather nonchalantly with a pair of knowing eyes. "Did you have a good rest?"
"Ah– Um…" I narrowed my eyes slightly. "Yes?"
"Good." She seemed to preen a little.
"Care to explain your behaviour last night…?" I asked as I threw the blanket off and washed up.
Amaya kicked back. "Nope." She said rather simply. Staring at her, I waited for a moment for her to respond. Catching my look, she smiled and cocked her head slightly, pretending if she didn't know what I was talking about. Frowning slightly, I shook my head and finished up in the bathroom.
I continued staring at her completely unimpressed. After we held that for a minute or so, she sighed. "Well… I was feeling fairly pent up…" She sidled up next to me. "Due to a certain… someone's action. And I needed him to take responsibility." She stepped back with a slight grin on her face. Loremaster told me that she was half-joking and half-serious, though nothing about which was which.
The Celestial Forge spun up again. This time reaching for the Smut Vehicles Constellation. I didn't know how it would work for sex-based vehicles. But what I wasn't expecting was a tank. Just a tank. I couldn't pin down which type of tank it was, but I had a tank now.
Amaya snapped her fingers, pulling my attention back to her. Mumbling a tired apology, a spike was driven through my heart as she pouted. "Your new perks are nice and all but it's rude to be distracted during a conversation." Stretching her back, I quickly glanced away and took a deep breath. "Anyway, I need to use the toilet. Unless you're into that?" Her lips quirked up slightly.
I shot an unimpressed look at her. She smiled back. Was sex really that good for her? Frowning slightly, I watched her enter the bathroom as well and shut the door behind her. Shaking my head, I turned my attention to the smaller Motes that I had received which were the reason why I was so excited.
I finally got my pocket dimension. It wasn't much really, just a garage to stick my tank in, as well as a magic key that could connect a door to my pocket garage. The key was also backed by the Forge so it couldn't be stolen, couldn't be used by anyone else unless I specifically allowed them to, and the enchantment/magic that allowed it to connect to my pocket dimension could not be copied as well. Plus, my pocket dimension could also only allow authorized people to access it.
It was GLORIOUS.
The garage itself was also pretty barebones. With only some tools to help perform basic maintenance and shelf. But fuck it, I had it now and nothing in this world could ever take that away from me.
Not sure what I would ever need a tank of all things for. Well, if I ever needed to assault a base, I could pull it out of my back pocket I suppose.
As I was contemplating my new garage, Amaya walked out of the bathroom looking decent. Mostly just by pulling on some underwear. I grimaced as I took a deep breath to calm myself down. "I'll still be waiting for that date you promised me." She remarked as she took a seat at my table.
"You still want that?" I muttered as I looked over her shoulder. On it was a list of components and materials she detailed out, along with a set of specialty tools.
"What can I say? I'm a sucker for a romantic date." Her voice dropped a little lower as she spoke. I raised an eyebrow at her while she continued smirking at me. "And a pretty face doesn't hurt as well." She grabbed the paper from the stack from the top of the stack. This was definitely not there before. "Here. The first half is for your laser gloves. The second half is for the neuraljack."
"When did you write this? I was pretty sure this wasn't part of the papers you handed to me yesterday?" I frowned.
"Just this morning while you were asleep." She stretched her arms above her head. Her lab coat lifted off her body slightly, revealing a little more of her chest. Catching my gaze, she let her arms drop, making the coat poof up slightly and letting her nips slip out. I physically tore my eyes away and folded the paper away. "Post-sex clarity works wonders on the brain, don't you know?"
"I thought it was post-nut clarity." I murmured. Clearing my throat, I started drafting a Toybox request. Though the lack of funds would put it on hold until I actually had the money to place the order. "Pass me the designs will you?" Another sheaf of papers was handed to me.
Looking over both of them, the laser gloves looked a lot less complete compared to the neuraljack. Which was further coupled with the larger variety in components than the relatively modest list of the neuraljack's. "Looks like you still need some time with the laser gloves?" Amaya raised an eyebrow. "Ah right. The prototype." I nodded.
"Indeed." She nodded. "Your taser was a good inspiration for inducing electric shocks directly into the nervous system from a distance. Though I'll need some time to figure out a solution to some of the… issues with the design."
"Like metal, and humidity messing with the charges." I muttered. "Didn't think it'd be much of a problem when I made it." I tapped my foot against the ground. "Wouldn't that also make it perfect for directly shorting circuitry in tinkertech?" I cocked my head.
Amaya nodded. "It could." She admitted. "However, don't count on it. This is sending incredibly precise and controlled electrical charges directly into the nerves to control someone's body. To compensate for the precision, the total power would naturally be lower. It would be able to fry simple circuits, but don't expect anything if it's hardened against EMPs. Or hardened in general." She added almost as an afterthought.
I shrugged. You couldn't have everything in life I suppose. "The prototype blueprints for the hard light projectors are done, I see." Looking over the notes, nothing really stood out to my powers as 'wrong' so I guess it was fine?
Amaya gave a brief nod to the note in my hands as she tapped her fingers on the table. "Though whether or not they work is a different story. They should work, but we'll need to do some testing to ensure that they don't accidentally blow up or something." She sighed sadly. "Though I would need some time to miniaturize them."
"Good good." I nodded. "Do you have anything to do today?" I asked as I made my way to the door.
Amaya tilted her head at me in confusion. "A new project?"
"Nah." I produced the Magic Key. "Let's go see our new pocket dimension."
Immediately, Amaya hopped to her feet. Tapping the Key against the door knob, Loremaster could see how the magic wrapped around the wood, invading its matter before settling in. A weird sort of view but I didn't care for it too much. I don't think I particularly needed to know how the key granted me access to my Pocket Dimension. Turning the handle, I swung it open to the small-ish garage that was provided for me.
A bare concrete floor, dull walls, a single metal shelf sat in the corner with a toolbox on it. The tank looked cool though. Silverish metal plating, a massive barrel on the front as well as a machine gun on top. Rapping my knuckles on the plating, I walked around the entire thing. Large treads, and enough presence to probably make people brown their pants if it came barreling down towards them.
Amaya didn't look too impressed though. Then again this wasn't some hyperfuturistic tank made in the 44th century. I didn't think so anyway.
Hopping inside, there were two types of ammunition for the tank gun already stored inside. Armor Piercing, and High Explosives. Both types had an automatic-loading mechanism that would allow the cannon operator to freely switch between rounds depending on the situation. The dude inside was just there to keep an eye on it so it didn't jam.
The machine gun on top was also filled with regular bullets, with a belt feeding into the chamber and plates on either side to protect them from the errant bullet or two.
"Yup. It's a tank alright." I muttered as I shot a glance at Amaya. "See anything that we could glean from this?"
Amaya hummed as she tapped a finger to her chin. "This armour, is it steel?"
I shrugged my shoulders. "Dunno. My Specialization doesn't exactly allow me to figure out a material by sight." I gave it a good smack and winced slightly at its strength. "Got something metallic on you?"
Staring at me, she flapped her lab coat, showing off her bra and panties. "Right." I hopped out and went to the toolbox. Inside were a variety of screwdrivers, hammers, wrenches and spanners, blah blah blah. Would have been useful about 3 days ago, wouldn't it? I pressed my lips into a thin line.
Spinning the hammer through the air, I reared back and gave the plate a good swing. Only for my hammer to ping off it with a loud and crisp sound. Amaya opened her mouth to say something but I held a hand up. "Wait." I narrowed my eyes slightly and gave it a few more swings.
"Nope. No idea what this metal is." I gave it another smack. "But I can tell you that it isn't steel. Or the usual steel used for this type of armour."
"How did you figure that out?" Amaya asked as she peered over the plating. "Unless Scientific Specialization also gave you the precise noise when smacking it with a hammer?"
"That's exactly right." I gave her a smile as she threw up her hands in exasperation.
"I–" She started before cutting herself off. "Whatever." She made a loop around the armoured vehicle before asking. "Do you think we can harvest this metal for our own uses?"
"Doubt it." I shook my head. "We have no idea if the Forge will replace the tank if we purposefully destroy it." The question was 'Is the reclamation of the tank's plating worth losing the tank, either permanently or temporarily?' Probably not. And it's a tank. I kinda wanna keep it.
She shrugged her shoulders. "That's fair."
Unfortunately, there wasn't much else to look at in the tank. If it was a bit more advanced, we might have gotten some technology from it but it was very much just a tank. A very reliable and very robust tank, built to last and withstand most things thrown at it. Whether 'a Dragon' counts as part of 'most things' remains to be seen.
I spent a little longer testing the ammo feed system, seeing how it worked and how it was made to not get jammed. Amaya excused herself and left after a while, telling me she would be tinkering the neuraljack system with the remaining electronics I had lying around.
Which reminded me, she still didn't have a legal identity as far as I knew. She did say that she was working on it but… maybe I could help speed it along? After last night, I was getting a little nervous living with an effective ghost.
There were really only three options available right now. The first was contacting the Number Man. Yes, the agent of Cauldron, former Slaughterhouse Nine member, Number Man. As an integral part of the criminal banking system, Number Man also had a variety of other sub-services available. One of which was the creation of a fake identity for you to use your ill-gotten funds in public without much hassle.
This was of course the most immediate solution to my problem. But also had one teeny tiny problem.
I was contacting Cauldron. To create an identity. For my supergenius Lab Partner.
It was a terrible idea on several levels.
The next was waiting until Simurgh blew through Canberra and introducing Amaya as part of the Endbringer refugee program. A bit more manageable but had the issue of waiting for almost two months for said attack to occur.
The last and least reliable was waiting until I got an AI or hacking perk to create my own fake identity for Amaya to use.
And it wasn't like I could just get her a driving license. Although it would serve well for most uses. Any and every background check, even a cursory one would immediately flag her as an unknown. And suddenly we had to answer very awkward questions that I didn't want to answer. What a headache…
I also transferred my taser and visor-goggles into the pocket dimension itself. No need to worry about pesky landlords barging in. I should also bring my shield over… Ah fuck, I forgot the shield back in Toybox. My lips pressed into a pained smile. A secondary benefit of having a pocket dimension. All my stuff would be in one central place.
"Maybe I should buy a coat rack? A drawer to stow my costume away in?" I hummed and hawed for a bit as I tried to think of things to put around the garage. Nothing too big, since the tank was taking up much of the floor space. Maybe a rail system above to slide boxes into? Well maybe for longer-term storage. Things to think about.
Stepping out of my pocket dimension, I closed it and shot a look at Amaya who was fiddling with my old taser prototype. A short zap and her arm spasmed as it extended. I knew it hurt, it usually comes with the territory of being shocked. However, Amaya barely made a sound despite the jolt. Frowning, she used a pair of thin pliers to pull out one of the resistors and slipped in a new one.
The Celestial Forge shot out its tendril while I was staring at Amaya. It barely missed a Star on the Metallurgy Crafting Constellation before returning back into dormancy.
"I'm heading out to grab us some brunch." I said as I grabbed my wallet and keys. "Any specific preference?"
Humming, Amaya didn't even look up from her papers. "Chinese." She commented offhandedly. It seemed like she was trying to find the difference between my implementation and her own. Well, it didn't seem like identification was a pressing issue anyway.
A weird smile formed on my face. Sure… but any Asian place worth their salt was in ABB territory. Pulling out my phone, I looked like a good place that wouldn't be neck-deep in gang territory. Picking out one, I went out the door and… grabbed a PRT letter from the letter box. Another request for me to come in… I tossed it aside and continued making my way to Chinatown. Plus, I got to see how the ABB operated in this world. A win-win situation all around.
The Asian district of Brockton Bay was primarily East Asian, think Japanese and Chinese people. Despite being called 'Chinatown', it definitely had that Japan influence from the Kyushu refugees. Hawker stores wafting out savoury aromas, sat next to the odd fortune teller or traditional clothing store. It was loud, bustling, and surprisingly crowded in the middle of the day.
There was still the odd gang tag or so. A giant dragon spray painted on the side of a building, ABB coloured lanterns and tags hung quite openly on the doors or sides of the stores, most likely denoting who was paying the protection fee. Standing amongst the crowd were several people in rather clean attire, all wearing gang colours on their sleeves. Their heads swiveled back and forth through the crowd, as if waiting for any excuse to jump into action.
"Excuse me. Sorry." I pushed past the crowd, apologizing along the way as I explored the street. I guess it couldn't be all gang violence and fights. It was hard to earn money if the businesses didn't get any customers. Turning the corner, I walked further into Chinatown, taking note of how much the crowd thinned after the first few streets.
"Mister, the main street is that way." A group of ABB gangsters walked up and pointed to the direction I had come from. However, they didn't… look like the usual ABB gangers. Less streetwear and a little more formal with no exposed weapons. The one who spoke was flanked by another three, wearing similar attire with ABB colours.
Some sort of cleaner and sleeker ABB? Well it wasn't like the gang was one unified whole. They kinda reminded me of the Enforcers on the Boardwalk. Glancing to the side, I didn't see anything that should have stopped me but I decided to engage with them for a moment. It wasn't like there was an ABB meeting here or something.
"Apologies, but I was on my way to a store. If I could pass…" I tried stepping to the side but they stopped me again. Stepping closer, I quickly took a few steps back to maintain our distance.
Okay. So they were definitely blocking me off from somewhere. Frowning, I tried the other direction but they still cut me off. Taking a deep breath, I backed away slowly. "That's fine but could I buy some takeout for a friend of mine?" I pointed at the noodle store behind them that had a few people sitting around.
"Leave now." So something was up with that store specifically.
Humming, I nodded. "That's fine. I can wait." I moved to the side when one of the gang members shouted after me.
"Hey! Can't you understand?" He stepped forward angrily and tried to shove me. Using Crane style, I redirected the force of push past me, sending him stumbling. Growling, he reached into his shirt and pulled out a collapsible baton. Extending it, he slowly made his way towards me. "Oh now, you've done it…"
Glancing at the others, they just stood around and shook their heads. The main leader crossed his arms and looked fairly relaxed. It didn't seem like they were going to join in for some reason. Well that was a relief. I didn't think I could handle a 1v5 without any weapons.
Turning my attention to the guy I was fighting, I kept the distance and watched his movements. From my time against James in the gym, Savant's Understanding was also applicable in a fight. I just didn't quite pay attention to it during my fight against Leet. All the small details, little quirks in his 'style' if you could even call it that, Savant picked up and allowed me to see clearly.
He stamped his foot against the ground whenever he went for a downwards strike. He often overextended easily when lunging for a strike. His stance was too unbalanced when he swung. All his mistakes and habits were clear for me to see. And his movements became easy to read.
A block here. A redirect there. There were, of course, some sudden surprises but my 'experience' with Crane style allowed me to handle them. Mostly. I still got hit on the off-chance he pulled something so stupid that I didn't expect it. But the rest was still within my capabilities to defend.
And, of course, against my practical stonewall, he got more frustrated which made him even easier to read. Since he was the aggressor, I wasn't as tired as when I was facing Leet or James, mostly focusing on my footwork to position myself in better positions to prevent follow-up strikes.
"You slippery bastard!" He swung again, lunging forward to catch my arm. I guess it was time to end this. Stepping forward, his wrist struck my forearm instead. His eyes widened as I suddenly entered his guard after spending much of the 'fight' dancing and retreating away. My left hand grabbed his wrist before I wrenched his entire arm around.
Twisting it, he quickly let go of the baton before I got him into an armlock. If I applied a little bit more pressure, I would snap his arm like a twig.
After all, the fastest way to stop a fight if one had already started was to make sure the other person couldn't fight anymore.
The other gang members took a step forward. "Mister, I apologize for the inconvenience. Could you please let our member go? We'll ensure that he is punished according to our rules." I narrowed my eyes. I didn't think the ABB would be so… reasonable. I was half expecting them to simply jump in after I took down the first one.
Glancing between the other four, I shook my head. Relenting, I released the lock and pushed the man away. Tumbling to the ground, he stood up and dusted himself off. Glaring at me, he swiped his baton off the ground before two others quickly flanked him. Grabbing his arms, he roughly shrugged them off before following them away.
"I didn't think the ABB would be this peaceful." I remarked as they turned the corner and left my line of sight. Turning to the first guy, he smiled lightly.
"It is simply the first step. Anyway, you will still have to–" He started before he was cut off.
"Wait." A voice cut through the air. One of the customers of the noodle store I had pointed to stood up. A muscular man with a sleeve tattoo with a tanktop and jeans. Walking over, I bit the inside of my cheek as I saw the outline of a pistol tucked into his waistband. "What's your name?"
"Nathan Leong." I replied. He seemed like a pretty important person. Walking over, he was well within range for me to disable him before he could draw his gun.
"I'm Chan Loujun. Lieutenant of the ABB's Chinatown cell." He replied. "Come take a seat." He motioned for me to follow. Shooting a glance at the two gangsters, they relaxed and started backing away slightly. Definitely a big boss then.
Following behind him, I took a seat opposite him. Turning around, Loujun called out. "Boss! A bowl of fishball noodles for my friend here." Looking back at me, he leaned back slightly in his chair. "You have good skills. What martial art was that?"
Was that what caught his attention? "An altered form of the White Crane Style." I half-lied. Well Crane Style definitely had some inspiration from the actual martial art 'Fujian White Crane' but it was made for Solars in the first place.
Nodding, Loujun took a bite from the bowl in front of him. Leaning back, he said rather simply. "Come work for me."
"No." Was my immediate reply. Dealing with Toybox contracts, exercising, plus the soon-to-be Dockworker job, plus juggling my own personal Forge projects? Joining the ABB, even to spy which would be a horrible idea, would stretch my time out beyond what I could reasonably handle.
Loujun nodded as he took another bite. A waitress walked over and set a bowl of steaming noodles in front of me. Picking up the chopsticks, I was about to start eating when I saw a flash of movement from him.
Snapping my head back, Loujun raised his hand up in a surrender pose before setting them back down on the table. "Jumpy are we?"
"You can never be too careful." I replied as I watched his hands. Taking a bite from the noodles, I was surprised at how good it was.
"A good attitude to have." Loujun nodded. "See. I've been a lieutenant in Chinatown for several years now. And unlike my coworkers, I understand the need for both fear and respect. The others… They shoot people, beat up shopkeepers to scare them. But they are merely copying Lung's actions without understanding them. And even Lung himself only rules through fear."
I raised an eyebrow as Loujun started talking for seemingly no apparent reason. Was this normal? "However, fear only works for as long as you remain the most fearful thing. Once people lose their fear in you, you lose your strength." He continued. "And I'm afraid that the ABB will lose that fear soon."
"Are you not afraid of your co-workers ratting you out to Lung?" I asked with a slight frown. Saying that people won't fear the ABB was pretty much the same as saying people won't fear Lung. And that was the same as committing suicide.
"Who dares? No one in Chinatown dares tell on me since I guaranteed them such protections. And my cell is one of the most profitable in the ABB so even if they did, I'm too valuable to lose." He said with a laugh. "Only a fool will kill me. And Lung is no fool."
"But back to the topic at hand. The Empire is encroaching fast. Their numbers grow with each day, rallying around their Nazi ideology and their Cape numbers easily quadruple of our own. And what does the ABB have? Fear within and fear without. Divided. Chasing petty power and money when threats loom barely a few streets away. Soon the fear of the Empire will outweigh the fear of the ABB, and our numbers will be crippled because of it."
"And why are you telling me this? In hopes that I'll join you and restructure the whole organization?" I raised an eyebrow.
Luojun laughed again. "Restructure? Only if I can convince Lung of it. However, the Dragon rarely participates in gang politics. However, there is a way to do so. And that will be to make my co-workers… retire from their position and instate someone actually useful there. The ABB requires more than just propped-up bullies, people to rally behind and around just like the Empire does, and not just the mere threat of the Dragon keeping them at bay. It is already clear that they do not fear him as much as people think they do."
"I doubt the ABB's less than legal businesses are helping your noble pursuit." I remarked.
Luojun nodded his head. "An unfortunate matter. However, just as my cell draws in much profit from the businesses I run, the others draw profit from the businesses they run. I cannot stop that without overstepping my boundaries and being killed by Lung. Unless the drugs and brothels stop earning money, or Lung himself intervenes, it will persist. And both are unlikely to happen."
The Celestial Forge awakened in the middle of our conversation. Another perk, similar to Lab Partner or Machine Madness in terms of energy consumption. The Star was from the Smut Facilities Constellation and was pretty much an expansion to my garage.
Secret Base was… a secret base. It was a pseudo-pocket dimension/physical space that was simultaneously connected to the Celestial Forge's pocket dimension and reality which meant it also had all the protections that the Pocket Dimension already had. I could access the rest of the pocket dimension by entering it but I could also return to it via my Magic Key if I wanted to. Furthermore, whenever I was in a city, town or something similar, my secret base would follow me to that place. So long as there was nobody inside when the move actually happened.
The base itself was pretty much a hideout for a team. Inside it was practically a full penthouse, with enough space and stocked supplies for a full group of six or so to crash. It was also hidden from any enemy, making it perfectly safe plus some sort of special detection system for 'monsters' and 'magical energy'.
Which was great. The apartment was getting a bit… small for me and Amaya.
I turned my attention back to Luojun. "A noble goal. However, I'm still not willing to join. It is far too risky. You'd be making enemies across all of the ABB if you haven't already and Lung would kill you, and likely all of your accomplices, if you were caught. The risk is too great for me."
He frowned a little. "Understandable. Such a mindset is unfortunately too common in Brockton Bay." Reaching towards a bag, he pulled out a card and handed it to me. "But I do hope you will change your mind."
Looking at it, it looked pretty official, though it was just a symbol, name and phone number. Glancing back at Luojun, I rested my arms against the table. "I'm surprised you didn't try to browbeat me into joining."
"I prefer to make people join out of free will rather than coercion. Less chance of getting backstabbed that way." He explained. I nodded in understanding. That made sense. "I won't hold you for any longer." He stood up and walked over to the two gang members. Saying something that I couldn't quite hear, they nodded and made their way to a car and left.
Finishing the rest of my meal, I ordered takeout and started heading back to Amaya. Although I wouldn't be touching the ABB for a while, Luojun looked to have a good head on his shoulders. Probably more than the rest of the lieutenants combined. Working with him to try and take over the ABB was a possibility.
He wasn't in it for the power but for the betterment of the community which was a rare thing. Brockton Bay wasn't a shithole for nothing... Well clearly, he failed in the original timeline, given that I didn't hear anything about him from canon. If I gave him enough power, he could subvert and influence the growth of the organization. Or start a civil war within the ABB and cause them to implode.
An idea for another time, I suppose.
A/N: Not sure how I feel about this chapter. The first half being after-sex/morning after talk. Plus editing to ensure Amaya acts like how I want her to act while still ensuring I didn't accidentally break anything in the next few chapters. And the second half establishing ABB factional differences. Two... quite different tones to say the least. Ah well. Hoped you enjoyed it anyway.
Also all the italics are spoken in Chinese in case you didn't realize it. There really isn't a reason why it couldn't be normal text but it just felt weird without it.
Yes. I have added a pocket dimension because I don't want the Forge to summon a tank in the middle of the street. Yes it's not from the Personal Reality Supplement because I don't want to dilute my rolls even further. Yes, I know Access Key is a thing. I'm condensing all the Personal Reality Supplement stuff into its own little Free Motes that will be granted as needed.
QnA:
Can Nathan expand his Pocket Dimension?
No. He only has whatever floor space given to him via the Database and Facilities Constellation, and some Toolbox Stars. So no hollowing out a Volcano for a training space. If he needs extra space, he's going to have to put it in the real world like the rest of us. Or in Toybox. Whatever. There are also no additional perks that can expand the Pocket Dimension comprehensively so no Loft, Basement, so on and so forth.
Can Nathan close the Pocket Dimension with him inside it?
For the first half? No. He cannot close the gate with him inside since that would lock him out of the real world. HOWEVER, with Secret Base, his Pocket Dimension is now half inside reality, which adds permanent doors into and out of his base. So now he can open and close gates made with the Key so long as Secret Base remains attached to reality. This also means if someone finds his base, he's going to have to relocate real fast because those doors can't be altered or closed.
Remaining Points: 100
New Perks:
-Tank It (Rance 03) (300 CP)
Well, it's time to take out the big guns. How big you ask? Big as a tank. Because that's what this is, a frigging tank. Works without fuel, is surprisingly fast and can carry more ammunition than you would expect. It could be a good idea to use it in this war. But you can also sell it for some money for whores. Just saying.
-Garage (Personal Pocket Dimension) (FREE)**
A small garage to store your first vehicle. And second. And third. Whenever you get a new vehicle from the Forge, this little place will expand to accommodate it. Plus any tools required to perform basic maintenance for the given vehicle will also be provided.
-Magic Key (Personal Pocket Dimension) (FREE)**
A small gold key that connects any door to your pocket dimension. By tapping it against a door, the door will become a gateway to your pocket dimension. To remove the connection, all you have to do is think about removing it, isolating your dimension once more. However, you cannot do this while still inside your pocket dimension, thereby trapping yourself inside. You may choose which facility the door will open to as well just by thinking of the place you wish to access. This key cannot be stolen or taken from you, always finding its way back into your pocket whenever you wish.
-Secret Base (Submission Sailor Moon) (400 CP)
Though they use Hikawa Shrine more often, the Senshi's actual secret base is the hidden room under the local arcade. This is a similar sort of secret base, a hidden location large and well-furnished enough for a whole team of Senshi to crash for the night. This place is off the radar of all your enemies and it's a great place to lie low if you've just had an unsettling defeat or just want to get away from ordinary school girl life for a while. In addition to the furnishings of a large upscale apartment this place also has some old tech left over from the Moon Kingdom, like Ami's Mercury Computer, which can detect monsters and sources of magical energy across the whole city, though things that are very well-hidden can confuse its readings, telling you that something is out there but not where exactly.