Administration through Superior Firepower
Alternate Power/Trigger.

1.1

Looking out over the docks from the pier at the inky black sea, I was lost in thought.

Idly designating the oilrig that served as the PRT's base a Target, I felt the rush of of power as every single aspect of the hovering building was considered in an instant, a trigger formed in my mind, an itch in my finger, just waiting for me pull it.

A powerful feeling, knowing I held so much strength at bay, that it would leap at my demand.

It would be enough to completely destroy the iconic building, the force field defenses would be destroyed by… raw strength it seemed, nothing exotic needed to take them down, before the rest would was annihilated by a combination of heat and force.

It was almost disappointing how many things didn't seem to need more than that.

Letting the power fade as a frown crossed my face beneath the half face mask and tinted MX goggles, my power may not be able to harm me, but it could be very bright, hence the very basic costume I sported, in case I needed to use it.

Sighing as I considered all of the things I had declared Targets in order to get a better feel for my power than the pillar of destruction it had been when I first found it and pulled the trigger.

My efforts had unveiled some knowledge but it could be summed up easily enough, complete destruction of anything I pulled the trigger on, mostly small objects with a couple of larger tests in the shipyards, as well as a feeling of certainty that everything else I had Targeted would have be eviscerated.

I sighed again, my mind refocusing on the afternoon she had Triggered as the guilt hit me once again.

I had killed him.

He had been killing others, would have killed me as an afterthought, but the fact remained that I had killed Lung, as well as whatever the other creature was, information had been scarce but it seemed she was a parahuman too, one of the 'Case 53's'.

And the worst part? I felt justified, there was some guilt, but also the knowledge that what I had done was the right course of action, and… I felt that it outweighed the guilt.

Did that make me a horrible person?

Two people had died by my hand, and there had been so much damage...

They were gone, and could never come back, they wasn't enough for even Panacea to revive them from.

I had done that.

I thought back on the pair of blasts that had accomplished the tasks with a strange dullness swamping my mind.

Raw power had turned Lung into nothing more than a thin mist sprayed across the street even as all glass within a block had splintered inward, the front of the store I had been in front of just gone. As well as the… the bodies of those his flame aura had killed.

I shook my head, mentally shifting onto the second cape I had murdered in broad daylight, the one that had been creating some sort of evil copies.

She had been different, it wasn't pure power that had ended her though had been plenty of punch in the blast, just a little less than Lung had needed, there had been something different, a change in the… hue?

Something in the wave of golden light had been different, a variance that bypassed whatever had let her survive the other capes attacks to annihilate the creature.

There hadn't even been mist left of her, just scorched ground and shimmering air.

I had ran immediately after. In shock I think.

It was only later that I realized that… that..

Deep breaths, deep breaths…

And that led me to here. Out on the docks in the middle of the night, waiting for someone I wasn't sure was going to recruit me or arrest me, just that they knew who I was, and had an offer.

All I knew was that a letter had arrived for me, letting me know that someone out there knew I was and what I had done, and that if I showed up here, now, they had a proposition for me.

There had been no threat, but they didn't need one.

I had come because I didn't want Dad mixed up in this, and because I didn't want him to know I was a murderer.

I turned from my thoughts to the light source approaching me from a diagonal angle across the water.

Whoever it was, I would listen to what they have to say, and they turned out to be a villain?

I smiled slightly as the metallic figure landed a fair distance from me and slowly approached.

Well, as I said, I had yet to find anything I couldn't solve with sufficient firepower and my power had never failed to supply it.

Target Designated

This one has been bugging me since before I wrote the Dark Souls and Nasu ones, and has sat half written for about the same amount of time.
I am aware that Taylor's personality and mood jumps quite a bit, that is from multiple rewrites and me getting annoyed at the snip.

My main issue was that Taylor was too powerful, and that I was more interested in the powers than the story they would create, so I am putting it up here to see if anyone can see a way of fixing that and if, perchance, anyone liked the idea enough to take it off my hands, since I don't think I will be writing it any further.

I should point out that inspiration was drawn from the Omake in Hope Through Overwhelming Firepower for both the basic concept and title.

Power Explanation/Description

Shard: Administrator - Executor/Termination/Troubleshooter Manifestation.
Role: Power was designed by the Entities to end escalation/manifestations of Shards that endanger the Cycle, executing the bearer and freeing the Shard to find a new host with its limitations checked and reinforced
Trigger: Caught in a rampage by Lung and Noelle, Administrator pinged/recognized both Escalation (Lung's Shard) in a state of high activity and the corruption/damage of Noelle's Shard, which triggered a safety protocol in it that "The Cycle is Damaged" and unlocked the Termination manifestation in response.
Blaster/Trump: Scale to Target and Denial of Defense.
Thinker: Temporary immunity to Precog similar to the Endbringers is included in this manifestation, to avoid having the problem solver ended before they can deal whatever it was meant to. This basically means immunity to Precog while a Target is locked in.