Ana joins the Black Sun Sirens

Pana stared at the letter on his desk.  It was an honest to goodness letter, written on parchment with excellent penmanship.  It had been thorougly scanned and scrubbed for magical booby traps before being delivered up to him, which was probably wise, given the originator.  It was from Solaris, the legendary so-called creator deity, who he knew better as a notorious mind controller and cult leader out in some middle eastern country.  He knew he was powerful, but was skeptical as to the claims as to his godhood.  He'd met gods before and hadn't been terribly impressed.  Even gods knelt before his Null and Void.  And Solaris wanted a meeting to discuss a collaboration between the Church of the Black Sun and Wicked Wisdom. 

He was deeply skeptical of the being's motives.  The Church of the Black Sun was a well known cult, but Solaris's mind control abilities were so effective that no one ever left of their own free will. Government agents, investigative reporters and well-meaning heroic infiltrators all fell to the machinations of Solaris. The only reasons anyone knew it was a cult was because Solaris was not particularly subtle about it, with his visible minions all being scantily clad women marked with the cult's symbol, and people sending in drones and life model decoys to investigate, then purging the recording of any magical effects.  One of said minions had hand delivered the letter to Pana's office.  It was a blond demon woman he didn't recognize.  Given her heart earrings and spaded tail, he suspected she was a succubus.

But, Solaris was also phenomenally wealthy and had access to a wide array of human resources and artifacts, thanks to his own abilities.  A collaboration, if handled very very carefully, could prove fruitful for his company.  He steepled his fingers meditatively. Well, he could at least take a meeting with the being.  Just make sure it was in a location he controlled sufficiently and arrive before Solaris so he could have Null and Void running at full effect.

The meeting place was agreed upon, a conference room on the ground floor of Wicked Wisdom's Steelport office.  Pana had expected Solaris to insist on concessions of some kind from him, but the man had immediately agreed to each and every precautionary measure Pana insisted on.  He couldn't decide if he found it comforting or deeply off-putting.  Regardless, he put all necessary countermeasures against mind control in place, mental baffles, mind reset nanobots, white noise generators, mirrored contacts, reality dampers, the whole shebang.  He was prepared for anything Solaris was inclined to try.

And when the flame headed god arrived, he was already sitting in his chair, complimentary water bottles sitting at each place, as well as a notepad, pen and tablet computer.  Pana had his hands folded, attempting to stare down the god.  But he found the eight foot tall massively built being somewhat intimidating, especially the confidence with which he carried himself as he sat down at the table.  "So, you mentioned something about looking for people to join your new organization? The 'Black Sun Sirens', I think your letter said?" Pana asked, shuffling a stack of papers, just for something to do with his hands.

Solaris nodded gravely. "That is why we are meeting." He replied, voice like mountains grinding together.  He looked around and, despite the fact that he had no mouth or visible pupils or irises, Pana could still tell he was amused. "I suspect that you don't trust me." He observed as he returned his intense gaze to the masked supervillain.

"I prefer caution over trust." Pana replied, corner of his mouth quirking up. "And since you arrived with a retinue of servants I recognize as heroes who foolishly attempted to challenge your..." He nibbled his lip for a moment. "Church, which was a very obvious attempt to intimidate me."  He set his papers down. "I forwarded a copy of my price sheet to you, although I suspect you have some kind of customized arrangement in mind."

Solaris nodded again. "I do."  He offered Pana a flash drive, a slick black number with his symbol emblazoned on it.  Pana inserted it into the tablet and activated the virus scan, coming up with nothing.  He started to browse through the plans.  "This is...extensive."  He observed, eyebrows raising up. "This Black Sun Sirens is a major undertaking." As he read through the documents, Pana didn't notice subtle changes starting. He hadn't realized that the flash drive had an incredibly advanced computer virus attached to it that had interfaced with his arms directly once it was attached to his tablet, using the tablet's built in wireless.  Once inside Pana's systems, the virus began shutting down the anti-solaris defenses, as well as activating Pana's nanites that controlled his gender swap. Normally, something would've alerted Pana to these attacks despite the virus, but the plans were put together with microscopic hypnotic sigils, nothing strong enough to actually alter his mind, but enough to keep him fascinated and distracted enough that he wouldn't be aware of his defenses being lowered and gender being swapped.

Ana looked back up at Solaris, her white hair being twined into pigtails by her nanites as the virus finished its work and burnt itself out.  The villain was now vulnerable to the Lord of Slavery. "What did you have in mind for me for this grand undertaking?"  She asked, frowning a little as she tried to figure out why her voice sounded strange.  And her body...And...had he been that tall...She blinked.  "Hey...Wait, what's..."

And then she was eye to eye with Solaris, who was holding her by the chin, the table having seemingly bent around him as he stepped over to her through it.  And all her thoughts were incinerated by Solaris's burning gaze searing into her mind as he eradicated all her remaining defenses.  "These attempts to stop me were truly amusing."  The god said, corners of his eyes crinkling in a smirk.  "You had a few I hadn't seen before.  But I knew your weakness before I arrived, human. You needed to be in control. You needed to have everything in the palm of your hand."  He glanced down briefly at Ana's metallic arms. "Literally, in your case.  And now that weakness has betrayed you."

He released her chin, letting her stand there and try to get her thoughts together as he stepped back, stroking his chin.  "As for what I have in mind for you, your resources are truly phenomenal. A well trained military unit, a healthy number of empowered individuals and access to magic and technology research that I can do so much with.  As well as you yourself, with that empowering aura and that sharp little mind."  He looked at her, wobbling, human eye blinking between normal and swirling as she tried to regain control of herself.  He watched for a moment, smirking again as he enjoyed her fruitless struggles. "You'll be part of the Sirens' inner circle and your minions will be my minions.  Serve my purposes in remaking this world properly."

He stepped back, leaning down to meet her eyes and flooding her with his unearthly powers.  In the last moment before her free will was washed away, Ana realized he truly was a god and she had just been yet another foolish challenger to his might.  Then her regular eye started swirling and the pupil in her red eye transformed into the Solaris symbol. She grew a little bit taller as her formerly sensible boots gained spiked heels, the control disks for her glider fading away.  Her catsuit split and shrank, the bottom becoming a tiny miniskirt that barely covered her growing ass, while the zipper on the top became buttons, and then the whole thing became a white blouse hung down over her skirt.  At least, it did until her breasts started swelling, pulling her shirt back up and exposing a slice of pale midriff as her now pendulous breasts hung down, straining the buttons on her top.  Her mask and hair stayed relatively the same, except for a white Solaris symbol marking itself out on her mask.

Solaris finally released her, then pressed a finger to her forehead, pulling her suppressed mind back, but tinkering with it a bit, giving her an undying loyalty to him and the Sirens, a much more skimpy taste in clothing and reduced her impulsiveness.  She blinked, before looking up at him.  "I'm sorry, Master Solaris, I must've gotten lost in thought for a moment."  She said, walking over to the table and picking up her notepad and pen.  "My company and I are at your beck and call, of course.  We will begin shifting all our resources towards  the benefit of the Black Sun Sirens and the Church of the Black Sun in general." 

Solaris's eyes crinkled a bit at the corners as he nodded.  "As it should be, Coordinator." He said crisply. "I will contact you soon with your first mission.  You will begin recruiting more members for the Black Sun Sirens shortly, starting within your own ranks and then expanding outwards.  I know you have access to multiversal portals, I expect you to use them."

As he turned and started to leave the room, Ana threw a salute, back straight, chest thrust out, swirling eye focused on Solaris's back.  "Yes master!  Hail Solaris!"  She exclaimed, before sitting back down at the table and starting to tap on her tablet, issuing orders to her minions.  And if anyone questioned the sudden shift in direction...well...She'd just have to have a little chat with them and show them the light.