Fun times...

I got a LOT of experience during the raid… enough to get me to level eight… and my class choices make my build painfully complex. Still: A couple of hours of work every now and again is worth it for cosmic power.

I start with defenses: Reflective Hide will hopefully stop that remote blast once they find out I'm alive again. Fractured Dimensions will let me get around faster, although the at-will Greater Teleport and Plane Shift will eventually become obsolete. Blessing of Pain (from the Joyful Thing) makes me feel quite icky, but Beyond Morality from Mythic qualifies me for the benefits, and it's nice to add my Charisma to my saves and armor class (again) plus my attack and damage. The Chrestomath Caulborn's Telepathy is good for a mile of communication… which qualifies me for the Mindsight feat from Lords of Madness, giving me a one mile radar for any thinking creature. Divine Providence from the Walking God template in Spheres will let me roll max on most checks… including saves. Dimensional Mastery from the Dimensional Shambler will let me ignore teleport blocking effects with an easy check. The Marshall's Motivate Charisma aura, combined with some of the hexes from Pathfinder's Shaman class, will let me migrate most skills to my best attribute (Charisma). The Counterspell feat from Spheres of Power let me qualify for most of the upgrades to it, which means I can then get the upgrades for free… and be a walking magic denial zone.

I get offense too: Fey Power (From a young, drunk, Cu-Sith, spheres of power) gives me my Charisma to attack and damage again. Quickling Casting (from the Quickling Creature) will let me full attack with spells. Rapid Actions (also from the Quickling Creature) will give me an extra standard action each round… and with an extra Move from Mythic Haste, and an extra Swift from Borrowed Time, I can basically fake being a comic speedster, doing double the work every six seconds, at a small cost to my health (which my Regeneration fixes right up)... works out to a grand total of eight spells in six seconds when I want to blow something away right now. I even finangle a route to get any spell of a level I can cast spontaneously (the Secrets of Magical Discipline feat doesn't require being a Loremaster, it requires the Secret class feature… which I can get because the Shaman has a Secret hex as an option).

After I make those changes and update all the ‘automatic’ things (skill ranks, base saves, BAB, progressions that continue, update my buff spells for the new access of fourth level spells and new caster level, and such)... I realize my numbers are high enough. If anything manages to hit me, it's probably not rolling the dice; if something affects me, it probably doesn't offer a save; if it survives a full attack, it probably doesn't take damage; my skill checks are so high at this point that anything I try is either covered or basically impossible; and so on.

So I switch to boosting others. With the Change Shape(Shapecharge) from the Phasm, Profane Gift(with Profane Temptations) from the Succubus, and the Attuned Mysticism I already have, I can give a marginally limited version of Shapechange to friends and minions. Meld and Share Spells from the Ghostly Visage will let me hop into someone's body, ride along with them… and apply personal spells to them while I'm there. The Fortune hex will let me bless someone with luck (and I also take the opposite, Misfortune, to curse my enemies). I also grab a number of different items from the Technomancer in Starfinder: Fabricate Tech, Fabricate Arms, and Instant Upgrade so I can make sci-fi gadgets, weapons and armor, and augmentation to the armor; Spellshot to let me use the sci-fi weapons' range in place of my spells range (I'm going to be able to shoot spells at a range of about two miles).

When I'm done, I check with ‘Adam’, and he confirms the building. Then it's eight hours of restful calm… which I take in a café that has the news on.

And oh, how sweet it is: My minions made the news.

I watch a spot where a reporter tried to interview one:

The reporter is a blonde… who needs to do her roots again… in a bright red women's blazer and white blouse, her makeup looking professional, “Hi, this is Suzy from Six O'clock news, we have here today a bona-fide healer, who is simply healing all comers, no questions asked.”

The camera pans to my minion, praying over an older woman: “Oh goddess Dan, please heal this woman of her crone's disease!” There's a few bright flashes of light from the small torch-like flame floating over her head, and the woman she's praying over? She goes from having an unhealthy pallor to a healthy glow.

The old woman smiles, and starts crying, “Oh, thank you… how can I ever repay you?”

It's an expected question, and I've given the ‘nun’ a canned answer, “I am here to heal without cost, and have no need of material things. If you wish to contribute something, pay it forward, but do understand it is completely your choice: I make no demands of you… except that you maybe move along? There is more work to do.”

As the old woman does, the reporter moves in, “Hi, I'm Suzy with Six O'clock news, it is amazing what you're doing here!” She shoves the microphone in my minion's face.

This too, is a very expected and predictable thing, and my minion has a canned response for the news when there's a line (also for when there isn't, but I don't expect that's going to come up any time soon): “I am here to heal, no strings attached. Please let me do my work.”

“And who are you working for?” Suzy presses.

Now for stage two… “Let me do my work.”

“Why exactly…” Suzy trails off when the flame flashes again, the minion reaching stage three and Warping just ten feet away so that she can talk to the next person in line.

Suzy, undeterred, tries again, marching over, clearly a bit miffed, “The people have a right to know!”

Which is also very predictable, although the form of the statement changes, so she gets to stage 4: “You are stopping me from healing the sick and broken. That takes priority over answering questions. I have already told you where my priorities lie. Goodbye. I pray that the goddess Dan speeds you on your way.” This time, when the flame flashes, the camera's perspective changes to the street outside the hospital. Ah, Warp sphere talents; that one involved Unwilling Teleport. It's not directly harmful, and can't even do things like ‘place the subject in mid air’... although putting her into the middle of the street would be fair game. That's not her orders, though.

There is a good thirty seconds of dead air as Suzy simply blinks. She then puts the microphone to her mouth, very deadpan, eyes wide open, “...and there you have it, folks. This woman, whoever she is, lives her faith, and her goddess, Dan, answers her… or she has some VERY impressive tricks, because no, I did NOT walk out of the building, and we absolutely did that live. This is Suzy, signing off,” Her voice actually cracks. It cuts to the news room, where the commentators are dead silent for a while as well.

I now love live shots.

They soon switch to other cameras - my minions aren't to mind being recorded, but are to refuse interviews themselves - and interviews of folks standing in line waiting to be healed, people who were healed and are on the way out of the hospital, hospital staff, and so on. Soon enough they show an interruption in the regular programming.

“Okay, folks…” the announcer speaks up, “this one is a little grisly, but we're playing this tape in its entirely. If you're of weak constitution, do change the channel.”

They play the recording: A big side of beef in the shape of a human trundles in, well dressed and holding out an FBI badge.

He seems… exasperated, “I am agent John Smith, here to arrest this woman for…” and he doesn't get to finish his sentence.

Because he gets shouted down by the people in line:

“We don't care what she's done, we care what she's doing!”

“I just want to live! You can't take her away!”

“My daughter will DIE without help!”

…and so on, voices overlapping.

The meat puppet waits for the voices to die down, and speaks up, “Look, she is a criminal. It's my job to bring her in. Anyone stopping me is guilty of obstruction.”

“Guilty of what?” A thirty-something man steps up. Physically blocking the meat puppet, “My daughter is dying. This appears to be real. Can you honestly say whatever she supposedly did is worth letting kids die?”

The expressionless meat puppet sighs, "Section sixty-six of the Humanitarian act. The specific details are classified, and ‘worth’ is not my call. She IS in violation of the law. Feel free to go over my head: Contact your senators and congressmen, get the laws changed. That's the point of a democracy, isn't it? You can DO that. Until then, she's broken the law of the land, and I need to bring her in for trial. Now please step aside.”

He does not, and several other people step up to show solidarity, making a wall of themselves.

“We are actively asserting our rights to peaceably assemble,” the thirty-something man smiles, “that we happen to be blocking your way is a coincidence. But what are you going to do? Arrest all of us on camera for protecting the person who's actively saving our kids and other loved ones, Mr. Big Shot?”

The meat puppet growls, clenching and unclenching his fists, yet his face remains perfectly neutral, “I have to take her down. It is the law. Please, step aside. I am authorized to use deadly ****. Her crime IS that bad.”

“No.” The thirty-something man takes a breath, “Every minute I delay you is one more life saved.”

As the meat puppet draws his sidearm, my minion follows procedure seven, “It's okay,” she speaks up, “he is not actually an FBI officer… but that too, is okay. He isn't equipped to oppose the goddess. Here…” the flame flashes, and the minion Warps past the wall of good men to just behind the meat puppet… where she pickpockets him via the Steal combat maneuver, on camera, and shows his CIA badge… with his picture, “He's not CIA, either. He also carries a local…” the meat puppet draws his gun, and the flame tongue flashes again, and this time nobody sees where she Warps to.

The meat puppet shakes his head, “Okay… well, your no longer blocking me, so…”

“Actually, Mr. Not-an-FBI-agent Smith,” a hospital security guard speaks up, his firearm raised and pointed at the meat puppet, “you are going nowhere until the REAL police get here.”

The meat puppet, still expressionless, groans, “Not again… third time today…” puts his gun under his chin and fires straight up.

As the puppet collapses, they cut back to the studio, and the reporter picks up, “Now, the really strange bit? We have dozens of copies of this scene playing out in slightly different ways on the wire. These mysterious Dan-ish nuns seem to be in every city in the union with over 100,000 people, and in every state capital regardless, from Alaska to Florida, Maine to Hawaii. And everywhere she goes, that same John Smith, carrying FBI, CIA, and local police badges, shows up…” the news shows thirty pictures of John Smith in rapid succession, “...and I do mean the SAME John Smith. This guy has to be a bunch of different folks wearing the same mask, as he is in like thirty places at once, MINIMUM… and we have dozens of videos of him offing himself.”

The announcer takes a breath, “So be on the lookout for this imposter. If he shows up, he's fake, and we have the video to prove it. The governor of our state has taken steps to curb this menace, and had the state patrol issue an arrest warrant for this supposed John Smith, based on these videos; several other governors have followed suit. He is to be considered armed and dangerous. Do not approach him, call the Police immediately.” I smile as my timer goes off, and I switch my attention to updating my spells.

I am shining the light of day on the BMM... and they. Will. BURN.