08 Dec 2019
August 31st, 2010, 19:00 hours, Brockton Bay, Approximately Fifteen Minutes at a walk from Brockton Bay Cinemas. The precise time and place that Taylor Hebert was fatally wounded whilst caught in the crossfire between the ABB and the E88. The precise time and place that the Queen Administrator, suborned by the Earth-born Ethereal Asaru, made Taylor The Commander of XCOM. The Avatar of Justice and Protection, destined to bring peace and safety to the people of Earth Bet through superior firepower. To her noble warriors, she is simply The Commander. To the rest of the world, she is that which was born because of the war. She is...Vegnagun.
Alt!Power Taylor, Militaristic!Taylor, KindaRuthlessButStillGood!Taylor. DontFuckWithMe!Danny Hebert. FuckWithHimWeFuckWithYou!Dockworkers Association. Happy Endings! Sex! Warfare! Hannah and Danny being awkward teenagers despite being badasses! Other stuff that is par for the course in my stories!
Now has a TVTropes Page!
Alternate Earths have been theorized for centuries, confirmed for scant decades, and not yet understood in any sort of detail. Yet across them all, it was thought, only Humanity existed in sentience upon the physical plane. The truth, however, could not have been more different. From one of these far worlds came the Fallen Angel known to Earth Bet as Anette Hebert, who hid her nature behind the guise of the parahuman Uaibhreach, and the day would come when her daughter would take up the Mantle of Power and continue her works...
NephilemTaylor, FallenTaylor, HeroButNotPRTTaylor, Taylor/femharem (its Highschool DxD, what do you expect?), IndependantHeroTaylor
This story will also be posted to FF.net, AO3, QQ, and Sufficient Velocity. Links will be added when appropriate. Any and all adult content will be posted to the three former sites, while SB and SV will of course have their rules abided by. One musn't earn the ire of the mods, after all.
There is now a TVTropes page for this story! Please feel free to add any tropes!
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The world is slantwise, wrong, an impression of what it was once.
Surely if Taylor keeps repeating her day-to-day, surely everything will become whole again.
- Part 4 of OxfordOctopus' Snips'n'Snaps