Calydon

Summary: In which Taylor gets a pet cat. This doesn't go well for anybody.

Daniel 'Danny' Hebert was a simple man, of simple tastes and simple mind. He was a man who directed, a man who accepted directions, a man who loved and was loved in turn, a man who hated and was hated in turn. A normal human being, so to say. He had once had a wife that he loved very much, but she had passed away not too long ago. He was in a bit of a funk because of that, but it wouldn't be until a chance conversation with his daughter that he realized just how deeply he was hurting her by focusing so completely on his own grief.

Unfortunately, despite the passing thought remarking on how horrible of a father he was, he did not solve the situation. Instead, it simply sank him further. Made him guiltier. Angrier at himself. He focused more on his job, trying to do the one thing he felt he 'could' do, and provide for his daughter.

But she hadn't wanted, or needed that. She was alone, drifting away from her former friendships. She had been recovering, too, until he sent her to that thrice-damned summer camp. When she came back she'd seemed fine at first, but then... Then she started withdrawing into herself, and since Danny had long since washed his hands off of his daughter's woes, he didn't know what was going on.

In the end, it wouldn't be until a passing comment from a younger man that Danny would get an idea. He wasn't an emotional man, wasn't good at comforting or helping someone through their emotional issues, but he could at least try the unwitting advice of some.

To that end, he bought his daughter a pet.

Nothing too fancy. A gray cat, he didn't even know what kind of cat it was, only that it was a kitten, it could survive away from its mother, and it needed love, care and attention that would likely take Taylor's mind off of whatever was troubling her.

Despite all of his misgivings and fears...

It worked.

His young daughter had a bit of a spark again, as she spent much of her time playing with her cat. It was a bit strange to see Taylor adapt to the cat more than the cat to her, but Danny didn't mind her taking naps all the time if she smiled again. Besides, even her grades were starting to pick up again, inconsistent though they were.

All seemed well.

Even Danny himself had begun to smile again, when he came home and found Taylor curled up in the sofa alongside her newest friend, who most often rested on top of Taylor herself. Sure, at first it'd been a bit of a bother to train the kitty to use its sanitary kitty litter, and it'd been a bit of a pain to have to constantly be cleaning shed hair and whenever it ate something that didn't agree with its stomach.

But Danny had noticed that Taylor had flourished under the added responsibility, even getting into the rhythm of doing the house chores while she was at it.

Within months, new life had been poured into his daughter, and he could frequently see her working on her homework on a spotless house while her pet slept curled up on her lap.

Even Danny himself had once been a victim to the adorable cuteness that was a kitten sleeping on his lap while he sat on the couch. He'd jokingly said he'd surrendered and that being a couch for a cat would be the rest of his life, until his daughter had called the little fiend and it went running to bed with her.

It had been a good few months, though Danny wished Taylor hadn't named the little cat Rose, of all things.

It was a tomcat, the name didn't fit at all...

When it came down to it, and they were presented with two choices, it shouldn't be that surprising that Sophia, Emma and Madison went for the easier choice.

Sure, the locker prank sounded like the stuff of legends... but it was also incredibly disgusting, and they would have to set it up. The more people who knew and could point fingers at them in case something went horribly wrong, the worse the fallout would be on them. So they decided instead for plan B, which was quicker, shorter and, in Sophia's mind, more exemplary of Hebert's role in the world.

Cellphone cameras were ready. The plan had been set up, and only the punchline remained for delivery.

Ah, there she was!

Giddy with excitement, the hidden teenagers observed as Taylor input the combination for her locker and opened it.

Emily Piggot looked upon the pictures.

Emma Barnes and Madison Clemens had been pretty girls. The Barnes girl had even been a teen model. Distaste filled the Director's mouth as part of the file stated that there was a pending investigation regarding some of the less savory modeling jobs she had taken. Barnes, Barnes, Barnes... what a thorn on her side, that man would be.

Of course, this only made him even worse. She longed for the days in which she could push the political side of things to some pencil pushing pansy somewhere, foist Barnes off on them...

He was now leading a campaign against the PRT, for taking so long to respond to a violent lunatic of a parahuman in Winslow High. The public didn't really seem to care that the girl had brought the beating that disfigured her on herself.

It did not take long once an investigation began to learn exactly why and how Sophia Hess, also known as the ward Shadow Stalker, was one of the students mauled by the Beast of Winslow. Sophia was not as clever as she thought she was. For some reason she thought that deleting the messages on her phone was something she could actually do, or that she had any right to privacy despite being on probation. Nobody accused her of being technologically adept.

Not too surprising, Armsmaster was easily able to download the stored messages that she had thought she deleted. It was startling to discover just how twisted the girl was, considering she appeared to have been bullying this one girl who did absolutely nothing to fight back for nearly two years. Even to the point that others would've backed off in fear of a trigger.

Hardly her only victim, mind you - just the only one that wound up being relevant in the future.

Sophia had no excuse, she was outright a parahuman herself, she should know that a sufficiently traumatic experience could result in the fate that befell her.

If she were to be truly honest, what rankled Piggot more than anything else was the stupidity of everyone involved, including herself, because somehow they'd all deluded themselves into thinking that the psychotic and unstable vigilante that had crucified people before would not need constant supervision. They'd deluded themselves into thinking that Sophia Hess would not do something this monumentally stupid.

Now, though, there simply was no realistic good move from the Protectorate.

The Beast of Winslow was at large. Everyone knew her identity as Taylor Hebert. Her father had been moved into protective custody, and not a moment too soon - the PRT detail that was watching her home to see if she showed up had gotten a glimpse of what she was truly capable of. Their van had been shredded, cut to ribbons. She had gone right through the Containment Foam. An unbound aggregate of anger, rage, hatred and unstoppable power, that's how they'd described her.

That had stopped any attempts at vandalizing the Hebert household cold - it'd only taken a strategic 'leak' of what kind of Parahuman they were dealing with for people to suddenly decide that pissing her off was an extraordinarily poor idea, and it was easy for the PRT to handle the humans too stupid to stay away from the former lair of the beast.

Fortunately, no serious injuries had resulted, and certainly no fatalities, even if she'd cost the Protectorate hundreds of thousands of dollars in equipment. In return, they had video, they had a rough estimation of her abilities, and they had fur samples.

Emily walked out of her office not long after she had finished settling her most urgent paperwork, stamping the necessary papers and signing her signature where she should. She handed the papers to a young man who ran off to deliver them where they ought to be, and set herself en route to the holding cells at the bottom floor of the PHQ.

The girl hadn't stopped there. It hadn't taken long for Brockton Bay's resident Alexandria Package to stick her foot where it didn't belong and mess up everything for everyone. The girl was rightfully arrogant, as her power was amongst the most potent in the bay, and she was frequently thought of as one of the most dangerous parahumans in a fight, a direct combination of strength and reckless stupidity that prevented her from holding back.

The Director of the PRT in Brockton Bay was far from the only one whose first reaction to hearing about the confrontation had been "Goddammit, Glory Girl".

It wouldn't have even been so bad if Glory Girl hadn't essentially attacked first without even stopping to ask questions. For all her stupidity the girl had a strong moral fiber and believed in taking justice into her own hands, paying eye for an eye, so to speak. Plus, she had known the Barnes girl personally, and though not friends, still had some degree of familiarity.

Glory Girl had quickly found out that being able to fly doesn't make much of a difference when you're just too slow to catch your enemy. And her anger had only resulted in dumber and dumber things happening, until the point where Victoria Dallon was currently being rightfully blamed for sixteen injuries, three of which would've resulted in lifelong paralysis and one of which would've resulted in death, if it weren't for the presence of her sister.

She hadn't managed to lay a single hand on the Beast, who'd gotten away cleanly. Well, as 'cleanly' as carving paths through cars and on the sides of buildings could be. On the other hand, Glory Girl had given them confirmation that the Beast of Winslow could run alongside walls by clinging to them with her claws.

That was a good thing.

Not so good was Glory Girl pissing off Hebert and setting her against the heroes even more. Even promising that New Wave would hunt her down.

Fortunately, New Wave chose not to pursue this threat on the basis that Brandish was apocalyptically angry at her daughter and would not give her the pleasure of her team hunting down the parahuman who'd humiliated her in public.

The next to attempt to stop the Beast was the Empire 88. They did attempt to recruit her. For some reason Hookwolf really, REALLY wanted her in the team.

To the point that he went to do the recruitment personally. And he intended to recruit her by proving his superiority to her. If Emily were being one hundred percent frank, she needed to thank Hookwolf. Without his help, they probably wouldn't have captured her. After all, if he hadn't beaten the everloving tar out of her, she would've likely continued to rampage, and Emily was leery of sending squishy humans into the path of someone who could punch through concrete and shred metal with her fingernails.

Unfortunately for him, Hookwolf had taken extensive damage. Rumor on the street was that he was pretty angry at being interrupted in his recruitment attempt by Armsmaster and Miss Militia.

The heroes had captured Hookwolf and the Beast, but it hadn't taken long for the Empire capes to recover Hookwolf and escape the scene. As far as anyone knew, Hookwolf hadn't been seen since, most said that he had taken so much damage that he couldn't even transform back into his regular human form without putting his life at risk.

By the time they stopped fighting the Empire, Miss Militia and Armsmaster could only express shock that Beast was still trying to run away on two broken legs and looking like someone had just run her through a cheese grater.

Her upper left arm had been sheared to the bone, and she was still moving, dragging herself along the ground, trying to get away from the heroes.

Fortunately, a single dart knocked her out.

When asked for a quick diagnosis, Panacea remarked that most bones in her body were broken and that the way her nervous system was flaring out suggested that she was in such agony that she likely hadn't even noticed her leg bones were more of a puzzle than solid supports.

She also confirmed that the girl had a healing factor that was fixing her quite rapidly, confirming she'd be up and about in about six hours at the least, nine at the most. Also remarking that anything Panacea herself did that slowed that down would likely be reversed quite quickly, as Beast was basically fighting her power every step of the way. Not quite like a Regenerator normally did - usually she could get regeneration to cooperate with her power. More like it just did not want her meddling at all.

Panacea also had to have a few facts explained to her - mostly about how her initially antagonistic disposition regarding Hebert was not appreciated in the least, and that her sister's own actions brought all her problems upon herself. Fortunately, it was relatively easy to browbeat Panacea into accepting reality - girl might have an extremely powerful ability and an extraordinarily acidic disposition, but she wasn't completely dumb and could understand facts when explained.

After she finished reminding herself of every detail of the situation, just in case, Emily's eyes opened, and she realized she was looking down upon the Beast of Winslow. She mentally chuckled to herself, thinking that it was a bit strange that she still remembered the path to the holding cells this perfectly.

Her eyes set upon the beast.

All five and a half feet of it.

Amusing how small she seemed when she wasn't a whirlwind of claws and teeth. Fur seemed to cover the... important areas, for the sake of modesty Emily supposed. It was thick and dark purple in color, almost black. There were veins of a shiny, much lighter, purple running through her fur, and if one strained their eye, those veins were visible on the places of her body where the skin was thinner, such as her newly regenerated muscles.

The bars of her cell were a special alloy made to contain Lung. A bit of an overkill, but he was the only parahuman who could cut through steel in Brockton Bay. Every wall was similar, though less reinforced than the bars.

"Taylor Hebert, can you understand me?" Piggot asked.

Growling, the girl turned towards her. There was a solid minute of silence, whereupon the girl did naught but glare, until she finally gave a grudging nod.

"Good. We have investigated your situation," Piggot said. "I am here to inform you that you are accused of twelve counts of battery with a parahuman power, six counts of assault with a parahuman power, one hundred and forty eight counts of vandalism with a parahuman power and resisting arrest. Amongst other, less important charges."

Taylor growled again, her fingernails digging furrows on the concrete of the cell floor. Below was another layer of reinforced Tinker-made anti-Lung alloy.

"However," Piggot said, "video of your trigger event has been made public. It is not exactly common information, but it is known amongst those who work with the law that Trigger Events are accompanied by psychotic breaks, and from parahumans with powers such as yours, frequently they are accompanied by rampages."

Taylor grunted in response. "S-So what?" she said, her voice hoarse, almost as if she had to force the words out.

"What this means, Miss Hebert, is that cases such as yours are treated with a bit more... leniency than the norm. While there is no changing the past, what's done is done, what you can do is change your future. As it stands right now, I guarantee you that you will be spending the rest of your teenage years in a juvenile detention center, and when you are an adult, you will be moved to prison for a number of years."

Taylor's entire body tightened. "D-D-Dad-" she began. "W-Where's m-my-"

"He is safe. He has been placed in protective custody-"

Taylor's hands smashed the concrete, spreading a spiderweb of cracks as it cratered under her fists. A shock of electricity ran through the bars, as if in warning.

"Calm down," Piggot said, "and let me finish!" she ordered. Piggot still had it, her voice thundered into the Cell, clearly knocking the wind out of the rampaging beast's sails. When it seemed to recover, and get ready to pounce, Piggot went for the killing blow, "SIT THE FUCK DOWN!"

Not expecting that, the beast seemed cowed, sitting in an almost catlike fashion on the floor.

Smiling to herself, Piggot cleared her throat. "We took your father into protective custody fearing reprisals from the mob that the parents of the girls you mauled formed. It was purely for his own protection."

The girl seemed satisfied with that. "W-What ab-b-bout m-me?"

"For the time being, you will cool your heels down here," Piggot stated, simply. "I will be back to talk to you once I have new information that is relevant."

The girl nodded, and Piggot realized that she too was nodding, before stopping herself.

As she turned to leave, Piggot saw the girl collapse into a boneless heap out of the corner of her eye. Reflexes almost forgotten had her ready to bolt at a moment's notice, but when she saw there was no danger, she relaxed and winced, feeling the protest of her knees.

She called for the guards and medical personnel. The guards entered first, armed with extremely potent stun guns, however there was no fear, the girl really was unconscious.

A quick exploration of her cell revealed the three plates of food that she had been served the past day, she hadn't touched a single one of them.

Considering her rampage had lasted for three days and she hadn't stopped to sleep or eat, as far as anyone could tell, it wasn't entirely shocking that her endurance finally ran out.

It was actually extremely impressive that she had lasted that long, Emily mused to herself, as she headed to her office again.

"Why are you doing it yourself?" Armsmaster asked, as he and the Director walked into the holding cell area. It'd been two days since the girl'd last had human contact that was meaningful in any way. She'd likely be more amenable to hear them now. Especially since it seemed like she was eating again.

Piggot continued walking, but spared him a glance. "I left Hess to Renick, look how that turned out," Piggot nearly spat out.

Armsmaster said nothing. Nobody had taken the screw up quite as hard as Renick had, as the case worker who had been assigned to Hess was his very own niece. Needless to say, it reflected extremely poorly on the Deputy Director's career that this had happened, and there were people calling for his removal very high up.

Competent though he might be with day to day administration, a fuck up that large really put his continued employment in jeopardy. Especially as public opinion began to swing about towards Hebert's side, which meant there were more people who feared that the PRT's involvement in the case would become public soon enough.

Well, saying 'public opinion was swinging to the other side' was a bit of a misnomer. The internet was calling for the three girls' heads on pikes, and general consensus was that the Beast of Winslow was a misunderstood girl who loved her cat.

The worst part was that the usual stupid theory in this case happened to be correct - the Beast was a misunderstood girl who really loved her cat and the 'innocent girls' she mauled were in fact psychotic monsters that murdered a kitten for no other reason than because it'd give them a laugh.

Emma Barnes' psychological profile, in particular, was pretty damning to Alan Barnes' cause, which continued to lose steam the more that internet trolls and hackers began to dig into the situation and into the Winslow School records in particular.

As it turns out, you do not fuck with cats on the internet. Or dogs. Pets in general really.

Soon enough, they both arrived to Hebert's holding cell.

There were scratch marks on nearly every surface, and her bed had been turned into more of a nest than anything else, which didn't really matter since they were practically decoration - the girl slept very sparingly.

This wasn't doing her any good, Piggot mused, as she saw the fact that she trembled every once in a while, and looked just about ready to fall dead.

Meaningless pleasantries were exchanged, or rather, Piggot said hi and introduced herself and Armsmaster, while the girl grunted in return.

"I will keep this short, miss Hebert. Simply put, your criminal acts cannot be erased. However, your circumstances are such that it's evident you were not in your right mind. For this reason, I have a very simple offer in mind for you."

Aegis knew he had a bomb in his hands.

Taylor Hebert, also known as Lioness, was now on his Wards team.

The problem was that while he had been briefed on the situation, and knew exactly why and how things had happened the way they had, his team did not. And because of sheer bad luck, he had not had time to explain to them what was going to happen. All that they knew was that the Beast of Winslow had disfigured their teammate.

And now they walked in and found her, sitting on their couch, being talked at by Aegis. "Talked to" would imply she was listening.

Lioness was an apt name, it was like trying to talk to a cat. They understand, they just don't give a fuck.

They all seemed... terrified. It was not an undue reaction - the girl was very strong and fast, and it was likely her claws could cut them to ribbons very easily, just as easily as she had ripped apart Hookwolf while he did the same to her. Kid Win even drew one of his pistols.

Fortunately, training had covered this kind of situation, and Battery had given him a few pointers that had come from Assault - namely, at this point in the game, Taylor is very frightened and lonely, and it's your job to make her understand that you're on her side.

That was a tip that Carlos had taken to heart, as he had actually somewhat seen the truth behind the monstrosity that had mauled three 'innocents', that she was in truth just a terrified and anguished little girl mourning the loss of her beloved pet to a psychopath.

This was why he stood, arms open and chest puffed out, in front of Taylor as Kid Win took aim. Chris' shock was enough that he didn't fire, and the others soon took a breather and decided they needed to first understand what was going on, then make conclusions about it.

That was fortunate. Apparently a scheduling error resulted in them thinking there was a reunion at that time, instead of later when Taylor would be sleeping in her quarters within the HQ. However, Taylor was still completely exhausted, and retired to her quarters for the night after tense introductions.

The explanation would take roughly half an hour.

It was not exactly surprising to see Dennis cling to the hope that maybe the rumors were untrue, but in the end, his crush on Sophia, or rather his attraction to Sophia's body, didn't last through the video of her taunting a girl over her dead pet.

Everyone else was appropriately furious about Sophia's actions, and it seemed to go quite a ways into smoothing out the initial difficulties Aegis had in convincing his team that having a powerhouse that can actually throw down with the powerful brutes of the city, instead of just being a meatshield like him, was a very good thing.

All good things must come to an end.

Taylor had been a ward for a month before the dots started to line up. In a way, she figured, she had been trying to not see it. She had been actively trying to believe that the people she'd looked up to as a child could not be horrible human beings.

It only took until a televised interview of Shadow Stalker, currently stationed in Los Angeles, for Taylor to finally start to notice a few inconsistencies. For starters, the PRT had always been evasive regarding the punishment that the bitches three had faced for their actions. Eventually rumors started circulating of a panicky Alan Barnes desperately looking for a lawyer that would take the case after he started facing charges for inciting civil unrest and provoking disorder - or so Taylor understood it - and the Clemens family was now all facing prosecution after attempting to flee the city to avoid criminal charges.

However, Sophia Hess?

Nary a peep had been heard of her since the incident.

Taylor had chosen, deliberately, to ignore this information... until she noticed that Shadow Stalker had been transferred to Los Angeles, the event brought to mind by the announcing of her apprenticeship under Alexandria herself. It'd happened... exactly as Taylor was recruited into the Wards, as far as she could tell.

Then there were little hints and clues. The fact that the Wards would sometimes flinch or hesitate when it came to the topic of Sophia Hess, awkward pauses when mentioning Shadow Stalker... Everything came down to the point where Taylor simply couldn't ignore it anymore, and stormed her way to the Director's office.

The woman had been busy at the time, speaking with Armsmaster and Miss Militia about something or other. It didn't really matter. Taylor had to ask and she needed an answer.

"What... Exactly... happened to Sophia Hess?" Taylor asked.

Dozens of reprimands came from everyone in the room. Taylor didn't care.

"She didn't go to Juvie, did she."

It wasn't a question. It was a statement. Taylor ignored the answers, for they were all the same evasive bull she had been expecting. Talking about the case, talking about how justice was slow, talking about justice eventually coming through.

"Shadow Stalker... She was transferred out just as this whole mess was getting wrapped up," Taylor mused, loudly.

There was no point in delaying anymore.

"Sophia Hess is Shadow Stalker," Taylor growled.

They spoke. She didn't hear. Her clothes burned off in a haze of dark smoke and purple flame, leaving only the almost underwear-like fur that covered her body. Her tail and ears twitched, and she grabbed onto the electrically charged cables of the stun gun that Miss Milita had just fired on her. She almost felt a tingle, before yanking the woman forward and then punching her in the face, hard enough to send her flying into a wall. She cracked the plaster on it, leaving a small crater and giving out a loud gasp of pain when she struck the reinforced wall behind it.

Armsmaster swung his fist.

He moved so very slow, and it was easy to just grab onto his wrist, pull him forward and then hurl him into the wall as well.

The foam sprinklers in the ceiling activated. With a mighty roar reminiscent of a lion, Taylor charged through the door, rending it apart with ease, ignoring the clumps of containment foam forming all over her body and expanding. She came upon the closest window and leaped out of it.

Some saw a streak of dark smoke and purple flame, but one very unlucky man saw a half naked lion girl land on the hood of his car, completely wrecking the thing, and then shoot off like a bullet, almost tipping it over from the backlash.

Coil was many things.

An opportunist was one of them. And with how truly and completely the Protectorate had botched the recruitment of the newest open cape in Brockton Bay, he had a prime opportunity to take advantage of.

Assuring the girl that her father was safe had been easy. Even if he didn't kidnap the man to put him in a 'safe' environment, relatively speaking, the Protectorate and PRT wouldn't do anything to the man simply because he was leverage. So long as Taylor didn't become a threat that caused them to drop their rules of engagement, her father would be safe in their care, and witness protection would ensure that none of Taylor's actions would ever come back to bite him.

Getting her to actually start performing her role as his agent had been a bit more difficult. She had refused outright to go out to intimidate people, even if she could, but that was fine - he had other agents for that, and his Mercenaries, being normal humans, would not result in PRT and Protectorate response. The Police simply was not equipped nor trained to handle his own troops.

On the other hand, protection? Protection she would do, even if she hated who or what she was protecting. Coil had even been magnanimous and allowed her to break the hand of the man who had tried to grope her. Discipline lapses during training were fatal in battle, and even the man's captain understood it. He did limit her to non-permanent damage, but she understood the reasoning why.

Transport was also within her power. She could move very fast. She wasn't very stealthy when she moved fast, but it didn't really matter. If she built a profile for being seen zipping around the rooftops like a lunatic, then she would not be looked at twice when she was doing courier runs across the city, delivering packages for him.

However, she was certainly a very valuable asset simply because of the muscle that she brought to the table, and to that end, he attached her to the Undersiders for when their missions would require said Muscle. It was much more likely for them to succeed in stealing from Lung, if Lung was distracted by a fight with Lioness.

Things were good.

Coil looked upon his files.

Investigating into the rumors he'd heard about the Mayor's niece had indeed paid off, in a very big way. Now he just had to confirm it for certain, which would be easy with his power, and then find an opportunity to snatch the girl if her power turned out to be what he believed it to be.

Smiling, Coil drew up his plans...

Taylor is a cat. If you hadn't guessed from the name, it's a very specific cat, namely, Atalanta Alter.

If I'd continued it, the story would basically go with various groups picking her up at one point or another and her breaking ties with them after they do something that goes against her moral code (which she's beginning to enforce with ever more increasing insanity and zeal).

Eventually she is at odds with everyone, basically, and then when a villain joint operation is considered to take her out since she's basically wrecking everyone's shit and has basically betrayed everyone by that point for one reason or another... Leviathan happens.

Leviathan kills a whole bunch of people. Only guarantees I've thought of is: Taylor survives, Vista survives, Kid Win survives (though he also loses his legs and arms and winds up with a specialty in plug and play prosthetics), Danny dies and at least 50% of the population of Brockton Bay dies, everyone else is up for grabs as I haven't really thought of roles for everyone - mostly the surviving villains would wind up either just continuing their business offscreen, profiting off of the state of BB, or killed later.

Anyway post Leviathan the Teeth try to move back in. It goes poorly for everyone involved, some more people die, the Butcher gets locked in a time loop bomb by Bakuda.

Somehow Vista winds up fighting to defend Taylor's little fiefdom and after she sustains injuries doing so she stays there and basically gets to see Taylor act like a big sister rather than the Beast that everyone keeps saying she is. Consistently trying to prove that Taylor isn't the evil monster everyone makes her out to be winds up resulting in her getting bitter towards the Protectorate and turning towards helping the one person who's trying to make things better for a bunch of children that can't take care of themselves.

She also finds out that Taylor is getting financed by Dinah selling her predictions to the Protectorate and Tattletale hiring Taylor for odd jobs.

Shenanigans happen and the Slaughterhouse drops in. Alexandria is sent as reinforcements. Jack gets away. He's the only one that gets away. Taylor shreds Mannequin but gets shitstomped by Crawler. She loses half her body to the bomb that kills Crawler (well it doesn't kill him it just compresses him into a tiny ball and he's then locked in a box and thrown into the ocean).

The Siberian is killed by accident when Alexandria destroys the van Manton is in.

Taylor succesfully kidnaps Bonesaw and she gets deprogrammed by the Protectorate.

Since Echidna doesn't happen, neither does the reveal of Cauldron to the world.

Taylor pretty much winds up creating a 'Children's Kingdom' of sorts like the one in the Riyomanga.

At the end Jack accidentally saves the world when he convinces Zion to kill himself for shits and giggles, and is rewarded by having his skull pulped by Eidolon.