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Today, Fiona is stuck between a wall and a horrible, horrible place! How will she get out of this one? What else waits in store? Forget about her, will anyone escape?
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Besides having a set of military-grade experimental power armor, you're aware that this troll is a figure of significant importance in the city underneath Helsinki. She is the current head of an undercity orphanage, a rather mundane-sounding position until you consider that the Helsinki Stormwatch have been killing trolls and squatters in the stormdrains for decades, maybe even longer. Even worse, some civilians may have children outside of the law and abandon their children down here. While She is not explicitly a leader, many fighting-age squatters view her as one of the closest thing they ever had to a mother.

With wide eyes which you can only spy the whites, She ogles you, disconcertingly. She exudes a terrifying presence that creeps down your spine. Like long sharp fingernails dragging down your back. So very close to human. Almost familiar, even. All until you realize it's underneath the skin, running across the vertebrae themselves. Deep in your bones, you feel this thing should be nowhere near a child.

Even looking at this aberration is causing some strange effects. Your ears feel like they have water in them. Like they are ringing, but a deep ring, a bassy ring, a low tone. The only thing else you hear are the panicked screams of others, and the radio occasionally cutting in - "DO NOT ENGAGE, I REPEAT, DO NOT ENGAGE, I REPEAT-"

You've seen more horrific things before, plenty of times! Mountains of spongy flesh bleeding pink pus. Aberrant men that looked downright demonic. You've made heads and tails of living trees whose physiology defeats all forms of digital detection on the planet. You've seen what all these things look like when you're done cutting them up. They're all disgusting. This is just something that's mildly human, a big scary woman. Why does this thing just... assault your senses?

The greatsword in your hands glows as a warning. This weapon is a gift from your mother that is host to a swarm of nanomachines with a mind all their own, and they are likeminded in their aversion. But they do not shirk in disgust or scream in fear. You get the sense that they seem ready to stand their ground. Their presence bats away the horror of this monstrosity.

>>6279255
A sea of people spew out of the barn and trample across the makeshift rice paddy. A few trip. A few get grabbed by aberrations on the walls. There's simply too much traffic for you to run over and help them all right now. You can help them once you get the last few people out of here.

The noises get louder.
po, po, po

Sigrun has went with the tail-end of the pack, Lalli is at the gates of the pen with an eye on the doors and windows. You have managed to find a more able-bodied man willing to carry one of the unconscious with him, and with one look around you think that's everyone that's left to save. You curse one last time, regretting the few that were helpless, and-

"There's something flying over the building!?"

You gasp and take a step back into the doorway for safety.

A massive black mass smashes into the dirt in front of you, shooting wet silt into a broad cone around the landing site. Sloppy mud splashes across you and your visor, which you hurry to wipe and get a clear look at the thing that landed in front of you.

The ball in the darkness is smoking - no, it's radiating steam. The same steam that trails from your Stormwatch axe every time you punch the pneumatic booster. Under folds of cloth, you see pure moisture rushing down plates of armor.

You aren't seeing it right. You take off your mask to catch your breath and see with your eyes.

And you see the insignias of Ms. Jousten's Undercroft and Chicago Red Dogs Research and Development, stitched over with some strange runes.

A hand appears and grasps the rim of what you now recognize as a hat, and the mass rises to its feet.

It matches the photographs. This is her. This is Sumika's armor, and this is She who took it. The armor's massive clearance provides an illusion that its intended wearer was someone of normal proportions despite its huge scale. What is underneath must be a gaunt, lanky figure in order to fit inside.

She doesn't have the presence of a Nakki. Not like the one you've seen. Sumika also said that She was not a Nakki. So you have to ask yourself something, given what you've seen.

What else can fit into a set of armor made for an eight foot tall woman?