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Hey folks, a brief moment to introduce Jeni Any, Agent (and Founder) of S.W.O.L.E.!

Jeni Any. Seven feet tall, strong enough to heft massive buildings in a single pump, and a mind faster than a speeding mag-lev locomotive, the brilliantly-clad, blue-haired Northeast Asian Amazon sometimes surprises people on the street that she is an Amazon at all, and not just a really big meta female. With her bright blue and grey outfit, green-dyed forelock, and thousands of gadgets at her command, Jeni is cheerful, exuberant, helpful, and protective men and other weaker beings.

In every way but her towering physique and form, the opposite of the tribes that gave her birth.

Jeni Any. Genius, sorceress, and renegade to her tribe, she provides the brains (and questionable experimental ethics) for the agents of the Super-Warfare Oversight/Law Enforcement task force.

The SWOLE Force. A founding member, Jeni was a member of an exchange program between her decadent, debauched Amazon tribe and the US. She caused quite a stir after returning home after her 18th birthday, having literally fought her way out of her home redoubt, carrying with her only her clothes, her school supplies, the nanotech seeds for her laboratory, and a young man about her age that she only refers to as her Tech.

Now, with the other agents of SWOLE, Jeni works to prevent abuse of various super-soldier, hulking transformation, quantum re-skinning, or other experimentaion subjects. Together with Charmed Guardian, Talgyx the Wizard, Crystal Angel, and Starfist, they work as a part of a multidepartmental task force

For thousands of years the Amazons of SWOLE Earth ran roughshod over the other civilizations of their Earth. Even mighty Heracles spent several years in their custody, and they made a point of exterminating the majority of his descendants. Even his male children among their ranks didn't generally last more than a decade or two after being sold to their mothers' allies.

But they have been in decline for some time. Great Kikani, Reigning Queen of Muscle, has lead the pushback against them for three thousand years. After her alliance with the Great Powers, they have suffered a rapid decline in recent centuries. To the point that they are now a very few tribes on the periphery of the world's great civilizations. The source of muscle theft rights and occasional petulant raids on gyms, army bases, superhero leagues, and other spots to find men who can survive even a month between their dominant thighs, yes.

Little more than a very sexualized set of supervillains, in other words.

Once, they could destroy any city on a whim. But now, they struggle even to kidnap enough men to keep siring replacements for the young warriors they lose in each raid-- whether to death, capture, or defection. For far too long, the mighty, massive matriarchs-- seven feet tall being the shortest of these incredible goliaths with most ten or more-- have viewed the loss of potential competitors as a good thing. After all, who else could threaten them but another Amazon or a mighty woman like Kikani? Few indeed are the paragons of even female metahumans who could best a matriarch, let alone males!

So when some strapping young Amazon falls to Kikani's Glaives, or even more embarrassingly, Kikani's Shields, the massive, hulking women called Matriarchs viewed it as a net benefit. One less competitor for an ever-dwindling pool of territory, resources, and slaves. One more warrior who will never grow to reach the stature of matriarch herself.

But as none replaced their number, fallen in battle or when even they must bow to the centuries, their ability to retaliate dwindled. Great Kikani grew, and not only did none of their number rise to stop her, but the next woman on her scale was a descendant of patriarchs, the fantastic Charm! Soon, if they used up their men...

They had to risk themselves to capture or seduce new ones. And while there is always a steady stream of those men of civilization willing to trade an attenuated lifespan for the supposed pleasure of blissful submission... They rarely last even a single mating, and they do not breed strong daughters.

You would think that a young male of the tribe nearly as strong as his sister would be valued. Coddled. Conserved.

At least, that's what Jeni Any believed of her brother, Dek. Second son of her mother-- Amazon boys aren't named, they're numbered, Mek, Dek, Tek, Fek-- he was an incredibly strong boy, only a year older than Jeni herself. Their mother had been... lucky.

When she left at fourteen, she didn't think much of him. A male. Interchangeable.

Then, Jeni met Charm. Became an integral part of her ten-year quest to find her brother. Saw the pictures of Charm-- Aimee Allen-- defending the massive, bulbous, big-handed Alex. Although Starfist came from a gynarchal society too, even she noted how badly any society that treated half of its citizens that badly could became.

By the time she came back as fifteen, her brother sixteen, she was determined to be his friend. Defended him against bullies. Let him help with her chores and helped with his.

Their mother disapproved, but her own daughter was already nearly a matriarch herself... and too talented of a sorceress and technical genius to stop. But her mother was more worried that Jeni would try to leverage him for her own resource than believing her giant, capable daughter was truly going soft on... a male, of all things.

Jeni never entirely understood the looks her mother's friends gave Dek. Nor the ones her mother gave Tek, Dek's sole friend. A cute boy, whom Jeni cultivated, but didn't have time for boyfriends--

(Besides, her crushes were mainly on the surprisingly strong and almost feminine heroes of the rest of the world. She was determined that one day, she'd take two... maybe three or four... of the best, take over their beats, and make a nice little pocket dimension for them. Maybe even hold hands with all of them. She'll have big hands in a century or so.)

Over the next couple years, Jeni grew more and more convinced that the old ways had to fall. When her childhood friends and cohorts objected, she showed them the lethality rates of raids. "You've got a fifty percent chance of dying each time. Your first three raids are owned by your matriarch sponsor. Those odds sound good to you?"

When the newsgroups she was on talked about the great glories of Amazon culture, she showed them the Hall of Science-Heroes, pizza, space stations, and cute, skinny boys in speedos.

(to the discrete DMs, she avowed a willingness to discuss rubberization alchemy... in exchange for certain enforced oaths)

When sneering priestess showed pictures of misogyny, she showed pictures of progress... and the faces of the strong women leading that progress. Including Amazon renegades.

Jeni never thought she would be among them.

Then she came home at eighteen. An adult. A full-ride scholarship in her back pocket. Brimming with power, both magical and raw physical strength. New allies, and gadgets from so far beyond the bleeding edge their hearts beat razors instead of blood, she was sure that she would be able to make her mother a deal to leave with her brother.

"There are no more sons of this House."

That was the day Jeni dropped the name of her House forever. Her mother was quite surprised when the enraged Jeni punched her in the stomach and made her-- a full matriarch!-- double over in pain. It didn't take too many strikes from a fist that could shatter hills to find out the truth.

The sale. To her dear friend... In exchange for favors, two raids... and the first option on Tek.

That was also the day Jeni left the Amazons, but she didn't go quietly.

And she didn't leave alone.

Description
Hey folks, a brief moment to introduce Jeni Any, Agent (and Founder) of S.W.O.L.E.!

Jeni Any. Seven feet tall, strong enough to heft massive buildings in a single pump, and a mind faster than a speeding mag-lev locomotive, the brilliantly-clad, blue-haired Northeast Asian Amazon sometimes surprises people on the street that she is an Amazon at all, and not just a really big meta female. With her bright blue and grey outfit, green-dyed forelock, and thousands of gadgets at her command, Jeni is cheerful, exuberant, helpful, and protective men and other weaker beings.

In every way but her towering physique and form, the opposite of the tribes that gave her birth.

Jeni Any. Genius, sorceress, and renegade to her tribe, she provides the brains (and questionable experimental ethics) for the agents of the Super-Warfare Oversight/Law Enforcement task force.

The SWOLE Force. A founding member, Jeni was a member of an exchange program between her decadent, debauched Amazon tribe and the US. She caused quite a stir after returning home after her 18th birthday, having literally fought her way out of her home redoubt, carrying with her only her clothes, her school supplies, the nanotech seeds for her laboratory, and a young man about her age that she only refers to as her Tech.

Now, with the other agents of SWOLE, Jeni works to prevent abuse of various super-soldier, hulking transformation, quantum re-skinning, or other experimentaion subjects. Together with Charmed Guardian, Talgyx the Wizard, Crystal Angel, and Starfist, they work as a part of a multidepartmental task force

For thousands of years the Amazons of SWOLE Earth ran roughshod over the other civilizations of their Earth. Even mighty Heracles spent several years in their custody, and they made a point of exterminating the majority of his descendants. Even his male children among their ranks didn't generally last more than a decade or two after being sold to their mothers' allies.

But they have been in decline for some time. Great Kikani, Reigning Queen of Muscle, has lead the pushback against them for three thousand years. After her alliance with the Great Powers, they have suffered a rapid decline in recent centuries. To the point that they are now a very few tribes on the periphery of the world's great civilizations. The source of muscle theft rights and occasional petulant raids on gyms, army bases, superhero leagues, and other spots to find men who can survive even a month between their dominant thighs, yes.

Little more than a very sexualized set of supervillains, in other words.

Once, they could destroy any city on a whim. But now, they struggle even to kidnap enough men to keep siring replacements for the young warriors they lose in each raid-- whether to death, capture, or defection. For far too long, the mighty, massive matriarchs-- seven feet tall being the shortest of these incredible goliaths with most ten or more-- have viewed the loss of potential competitors as a good thing. After all, who else could threaten them but another Amazon or a mighty woman like Kikani? Few indeed are the paragons of even female metahumans who could best a matriarch, let alone males!

So when some strapping young Amazon falls to Kikani's Glaives, or even more embarrassingly, Kikani's Shields, the massive, hulking women called Matriarchs viewed it as a net benefit. One less competitor for an ever-dwindling pool of territory, resources, and slaves. One more warrior who will never grow to reach the stature of matriarch herself.

But as none replaced their number, fallen in battle or when even they must bow to the centuries, their ability to retaliate dwindled. Great Kikani grew, and not only did none of their number rise to stop her, but the next woman on her scale was a descendant of patriarchs, the fantastic Charm! Soon, if they used up their men...

They had to risk themselves to capture or seduce new ones. And while there is always a steady stream of those men of civilization willing to trade an attenuated lifespan for the supposed pleasure of blissful submission... They rarely last even a single mating, and they do not breed strong daughters.

You would think that a young male of the tribe nearly as strong as his sister would be valued. Coddled. Conserved.

At least, that's what Jeni Any believed of her brother, Dek. Second son of her mother-- Amazon boys aren't named, they're numbered, Mek, Dek, Tek, Fek-- he was an incredibly strong boy, only a year older than Jeni herself. Their mother had been... lucky.

When she left at fourteen, she didn't think much of him. A male. Interchangeable.

Then, Jeni met Charm. Became an integral part of her ten-year quest to find her brother. Saw the pictures of Charm-- Aimee Allen-- defending the massive, bulbous, big-handed Alex. Although Starfist came from a gynarchal society too, even she noted how badly any society that treated half of its citizens that badly could became.

By the time she came back as fifteen, her brother sixteen, she was determined to be his friend. Defended him against bullies. Let him help with her chores and helped with his.

Their mother disapproved, but her own daughter was already nearly a matriarch herself... and too talented of a sorceress and technical genius to stop. But her mother was more worried that Jeni would try to leverage him for her own resource than believing her giant, capable daughter was truly going soft on... a male, of all things.

Jeni never entirely understood the looks her mother's friends gave Dek. Nor the ones her mother gave Tek, Dek's sole friend. A cute boy, whom Jeni cultivated, but didn't have time for boyfriends--

(Besides, her crushes were mainly on the surprisingly strong and almost feminine heroes of the rest of the world. She was determined that one day, she'd take two... maybe three or four... of the best, take over their beats, and make a nice little pocket dimension for them. Maybe even hold hands with all of them. She'll have big hands in a century or so.)

Over the next couple years, Jeni grew more and more convinced that the old ways had to fall. When her childhood friends and cohorts objected, she showed them the lethality rates of raids. "You've got a fifty percent chance of dying each time. Your first three raids are owned by your matriarch sponsor. Those odds sound good to you?"

When the newsgroups she was on talked about the great glories of Amazon culture, she showed them the Hall of Science-Heroes, pizza, space stations, and cute, skinny boys in speedos.

(to the discrete DMs, she avowed a willingness to discuss rubberization alchemy... in exchange for certain enforced oaths)

When sneering priestess showed pictures of misogyny, she showed pictures of progress... and the faces of the strong women leading that progress. Including Amazon renegades.

Jeni never thought she would be among them.

Then she came home at eighteen. An adult. A full-ride scholarship in her back pocket. Brimming with power, both magical and raw physical strength. New allies, and gadgets from so far beyond the bleeding edge their hearts beat razors instead of blood, she was sure that she would be able to make her mother a deal to leave with her brother.

"There are no more sons of this House."

That was the day Jeni dropped the name of her House forever. Her mother was quite surprised when the enraged Jeni punched her in the stomach and made her-- a full matriarch!-- double over in pain. It didn't take too many strikes from a fist that could shatter hills to find out the truth.

The sale. To her dear friend... In exchange for favors, two raids... and the first option on Tek.

That was also the day Jeni left the Amazons, but she didn't go quietly.

And she didn't leave alone.