A lord in the Bay (Worm/WH40K)

[Nitro]

So this is an idea I've had rolling around in my head for a while and I finally decided to put it into writing. What if a case 53 got a very distinctive theme and landed in our favorite bay?
I gladly welcome and feast upon any and all criticism and corrections.

Awakening 1.1

I was floating in a featureless void without sensation. I couldn't remember why I was here or even who I was, nothing except a name. Necron. I knew of things, I knew the geography of America fairly decently, I knew there were endbringers, superheroes, villains and all that. But I only knew a name for myself, no past, no memories. Just a name.

I couldn't say how long I was floating in that light-less expanse before glowing green text started scrolling past my vision:

Critical damage detected. Activating self-repair routines.
Aural receptors fully operational. activating...
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"-Armsmaster, I've secured some sort of Tinker-tech robot in the Merchant warehouse, it looks pretty dinged up." A female voice, accent-less and rough.

Visual receptors damaged. Estimated Repair Time: 20 seconds.
Critical damage to infrastructure. Articulation restricted. Estimated Repair Time: 2 minutes 8 seconds. Estimated time to full repairs: 2 hours 22 minutes 12 seconds.
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"Don't let anyone touch it until I get there. ETA 3 minutes. Armsmaster out." I could hear the response perfectly clear along with the scuffling of several boots on concrete as well as more distant murmured conversations that I couldn't quite make out.

Aural output damaged. Inconsequential module. Re-routing power to critical repairs.
Connection to Warscythe established. Teleportation module initializing repairs. Estimated Repair time: 2 days 4 hours 49 minutes 12 seconds.
Gauss Flayer repairs suspended pending Archive purge.
Repairs complete: Visual receptors. Activating...
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A flash of green light surged across my vision before I could suddenly see a dimly lit warehouse rooftop straight above with a two people standing directly above me. The female was clad in a military uniform with a flag-scarf wrapped around the lower part of her face, an assault rife held loosely in her hands. Miss Militia. I was certain I'd seen her before, but I couldn't for the life of me remember where or when. The other person was clad in a red costume with speed-stripes down the sides, meeting in a V on his chest. Velocity.

He jumped visibly as my vision came online and nudged Miss Militia. "Holy sh- Hey, the eyes just started glowing." Instantly the assault rifle was pointing at my face.

Aural output repair priority increased. Estimated Repair time: 30 seconds.
Archive corruption detected. Halting repairs of secondary modules.
Unable to establish triangulation, location unknown. Estimated date: April 1, 2011. 23:40 PM
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Velocity and Militia both took a step back from me, a couple of troopers clad in riot gear with bulky nozzles connected to backpacks coming over to point their weapons at me as well while Militia tapped her ear with one hand. "Armsmaster, the eyes just started glowing and it... it looks like it's repairing itself."

"Don't do anything, I'm almost there. Don't let it try to leave, foam it if it gets hostile." The tones coming back through the earpiece were short clipped with the roaring of some sort of motor vehicle prominent in the background.

All of this was raising some fairly prominent questions in my mind. Such as: Why can't I remember anything about myself? Why am I so damaged? Was I always a robot? At least the last one I was pretty certain was a no. I could remember things that just wouldn't make sense from a robot standpoint, like how sunlight felt or how Strawberries tasted. And I'm pretty certain I couldn't feel either of those things right now, for one I didn't have any sense of touch, yet. Nor did I appear to have a mouth as far as I could tell.

Aural output fully repaired. Activating...
Source of Archive corruption detected. Purging. Estimated time to completion: 1 day 6 hours 17 minutes 11 seconds.
Power source fully repaired. Initializing magnetic repair field.
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It was a strange sensation, I could feel small bits of myself sliding across the floor to re-attach to my main body. No, not feel. More like something was relaying the information on what I was touching back to me, more like someone else telling me what I felt than me feeling it for myself. But at least now I knew I was lying on a concrete floor.

Velocity was inching slightly closer, leaning forwards to look down at me. "Hey MM, that glowy bit on the chest that it's fixing up. Doesn't that look like the case 53 symbol?"

Militia inched a little forwards as well, staying well out of arms reach and keeping the rifle pointed at my face, her brow furrowed together as she peered down at me. "It does, this might not be a robot at all. At least not in the conventional sense."

Case 53? Do they know who or what I am? Since my Aural Output was active I supposed I might as well ask them, there wasn't any real point in staying mute after all, and I'd prefer not to get shot.

"Hello, what is a case 53?" I inquired with as polite of a tone as I could manage. Sadly, what came out was a heavily digitized but distinctly female voice. I registered that my face was vibrating slightly from the reverberation.

Limited articulation online. full system repairs proceeding. Mobility restricted by 58%
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They both jumped a little at my voice, Velocity suddenly standing several feet further back while Militia just leaned back a little, her brows still knitted but her voice steady. "Hello, I'm Miss Militia. Do you remember anything?"

She answered my question with another question. Rude. But it wasn't like I had any other way of finding things out, so I shook my head slowly from side to side with an ominous squeal of metal. "No, well, yes. But not about myself. My name is Necron by the way, I think. Nice to meet you." I grated out in the same robotic monotone, then after a moments consideration I added "Do you know anything about me?"

I heard the heavy rumble of some heavy vehicle pulling up outside, followed by heavy footsteps cutting off Miss Militia just as she seemed to be about to answer me, annoying. I turned my head in the direction that she was looking and saw Armsmaster clad in his Iconic blue power armor with silver trimmings and a 'V' shaped visor over his nose and eyes. He opened his mouth to say something but Militia beat him to it.

"It's not a robot, Armsmaster. It seems like we've got a case 53." His mouth turned down into a frown as he looked down at me.

"She." I corrected helpfully. I was fairly certain I was, or at least had been a woman at some point, at least judging by my voice. "And I would really appreciate some answers, what's a case 53?" I pushed myself up to a sitting position as I talked and took the chance to look down at myself. Skeletal limbs made of some sort of dark metal greeted my sight, large gashes visible in the heavy armor plates which were slowly sealing themselves up even as I watched them. On either side of my head were a pair of massive pauldrons from which a tattered, heavy black cloak hung. I was slightly hunched over with my head peeking out from between the massive shoulder-pads.

The three heroes shared a look before Militia turned back to me. "I'll explain it to her. Could you inform the director, Velocity?" He nodded his affirmative and walked a short distance off as Miss Militia began her explanation while Armsmaster watched from the side, occasionally interjecting but otherwise staying silent, sometimes waving his halberd slowly over me (which my HUD helpfully informed me were scans) and frowned over the outcome.

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Brockton Bay dockside. April 2, 2011. 00:20 AM

"So, to summarize." I stood facing Miss Militia who was leaning against a crate, the assault rifle turned into a holstered pistol instead. "I'm one of several 'inhuman' capes who turn up at random with no memories, all of which have this symbol" I tapped the almost upside down omega symbol that glowed on my chestpiece. "branded or tattooed somewhere on their body?"

She just nodded in response. I wasn't quite sure how to feel about this, I felt like I should be missing my memories, but it was hard to miss something that just wasn't there and that I ironically enough had no memory of. I wanted to know who I was, who I had been rather. If I had any friends and family, what I liked and disliked and so on.

"We'd like to take you in for questioning." Armsmaster said, jolting me from my thinking. "See if we can shake any memories loose or get any information on what happened to you." He paused for a moment before continuing. "We would also like to extend an offer to join the Protectorate or Wards program, we should be able to figure out your age through a more in-depth scan of your skeleton, such as it is."

I considered it for a moment before shrugging noisily "Sure." It wasn't like I had anything else to do, maybe they'd even manage to help me figure something out. I didn't hold out a lot of hope judging by what Miss Militia had told me, but if there was any chance at all I might as well take it. "Could you pick up my Warscythe as you go?" I asked, pointing at one of the crates to the left. "My HUD keeps telling me that it's mine and undergoing repairs to the teleportation module."

Armsmaster moved over to the crate so fast that it almost seemed like he had mover properties, barely taking the time to call over his shoulder before tearing into the crate. "I'll take care of it for you, Miss Militia can escort you back to the HQ."

Militia shot him a frown and shook her head before gesturing out of the warehouse towards one of the many trucks. I started moving towards it with a slow, heavy march. My leg hydraulics were still undergoing repairs. I was a little apprehensive at leaving something that I knew was mine to another person, but Armsmaster was a hero. Not like he was going to steal my stuff or anything.

 

[Nitro]

After some heavy drinking, deliberation and a third word that rhymes with that last one, I have decided to stick with OC 'cron lord. Mainly because, well... Who doesn't want to have the option of getting the queen of escalation to throw down with a Necron Lord somewhere down the line? Also sticking with the case 53 bit, I got plans for that you see. Sneaky plans.

Awakening 1.2

Colin ran a hand through his hair as he peered at the latest scan results of the broken weapon lying on his workbench. The results were irritatingly vague, but at the same time gave enough details to intrigue him. The 'war scythe' as she'd called it was visibly pulling itself back together from three separate parts that he'd collected from the crate, cables snaking out from the innards to pull components back together before the dark metallic substance smoothly began spreading itself out across the damaged areas. As far as he could tell, the power source was turning energy into mass. That just shouldn't be possible!

His hand twitched towards a laser cutter mounted on the wall, if he could just take a small sample he could learn so much! No one would even notice, the thing self-repaired after all...

He was, unfortunately, interrupted by one of the monitors chiming before displaying the director's ruddy face, judging by the moving background she must be in a car. "Armsmaster, report."

He turned to face the camera and gave a nod. Tapping a console, another screen lit up, showing Miss Militia talking to Necron in one of the interrogation rooms. "Initial classifications, pending full power testing are Brute 6, Tinker 3 and Thinker 2. She is made of a highly durable substance which self-repairs and seems to have a number of sensory enhancements. I also suspect she is a tinker as the weapon recovered along with her is simply operating outside of regular limitations for technology."

The gynoid herself was an equal mystery. Outwardly she just looked like a robotic skeleton with heavy armor plating with a dark cloak that confounded his sensors billowing from her shoulderpads. Her face was like an Egyptian death-mask, drawn out and elongated, with two dark green glowing pits for eyes and a thin horizontal slit for a mouth. She was as dissimilar to other case 53's as she was similar to them, Weld sprung immediately to mind.

Piggot nodded sharply with her perpetual scowl momentarily replaced by a predatory grin. "We're not going to let this one slip through our fingers. I want her recruited no matter what. Ask Miss Militia to escort her up to me after she has finished the initial interview."

She waited until he nodded before disconnecting the call. Colin sighed as he looked at the scythe, he'd simply have to talk to its maker later on. Perhaps he could convince her to let him take a sample of her metal... He nodded to himself and donned his helmet before marching off towards the interrogation rooms.

Brockton Bay Protectorate HQ, April 2, 2011. 01:44 AM.

I felt an urge to rub my eyes, I probably would have, if I had any. An hour and a half of gently prodding questions by Miss Militia about my past and nothing to show for it except the fact that I'd probably been an American. I did however, let out a heavy digitized sigh. "I appreciate what you're doing for me Miss Militia, but I don't think we're getting anywhere here."

She let out a similar sigh and nodded. "It's a shame, but I agree. On to other topics then, do you know what powers you have beyond the robotic appearance?"

I shook my head slightly "My archive has been corrupted, but the recovery process indicates that schematics for quote 'personal wargear' unquote" I raised my arms to do air-quotes before continuing "Are recoverable. Other than that? My technical specifications-" I cut myself off and tilted my head slightly to the side. Curious, I wonder if that would work.

I raised my arm to point at the obviously one-way mirror in the side of the room. "Do you mind if I connect to the printer and just print them out?"

I could see the surprise on her face. "Uh, go ahead. You have wireless connectivity?"

nodding, I sent a short burst of data streaming towards the printer, I briefly contemplated accessing the network as well, but it was encrypted and it felt rude to intrude without being invited, even if my protocols were more than up to the task. "Yes, I can also interpret various forms of radio waves and I am pretty sure I can interface with any piece of sufficiently complex machinery."

I felt a bit proud about that one actually, I figured it out by rooting around in my systems rather than just asking the diagnosis to do it for me. Then again, I suppose it's as much part of me as anything else. Militia had a slight frown on her face, but before she could comment on it the door opened and Armsmaster stomped in. These rooms must have excellent insulation, I hadn't heard him approaching at all.

"Armsmaster." I greeted him and nodded my head politely, it was hard to be polite when you could only speak in the same monotone. He returned the nod briefly before turning to Miss Militia.

"The Director would like to meet her as soon as you're done here." His words were short clipped and concise.

She looked at me for a moment and I shrugged slightly in response. "Alright, I don't think we can get anything else done here." She stood up and I followed suit, following after the two when they indicated for me to follow. My systems were at least functional enough to let me walk at regular walking pace now.

They led me to a very fancy looking elevator that didn't even creak under my weight. Impressive since I weighed almost half a ton. I suppose they had to build it to handle heavy power armors. The ride up was short and smooth, my internal altimeter indicated I had ascended twenty meters, 211 meters above ocean level.

The trip from the elevator to the directors office was equally short. A corridor of clean white walls followed by a turn, then another short corridor terminating in a heavy wooden door with a brass plaque reading 'Director E. Piggot'. Armsmaster rapped lightly on the door and opened it when someone inside shouted "Enter!"

Inside was the fattest woman I'd seen since waking up, therefore the fattest woman in my memory. She was wearing a slightly straining Navy blue jacket that complimented her grey eyes well. The bleached blonde bob-style haircut not so much. The less said about that the better.

"Necron." She gave me a warm smile "Emily Piggot, please take a seat."

I did a quick scan of the indicated chair across the desk and politely sat down after determining that it could support my weight. It was a little amusing that she hadn't offered to shake my hand, now that I thought about it, no one had since I'd woken up. Must be the claws.

"I'll skip the preamble, we'd like you to join the protectorate." She began, holding up a hand to forestall any objections. Not that I had any, I'd hear the recruitment pitch at least. "We can offer you support and security, not to mention assistance with finding any clues to your past personality. And if you go out on the streets alone without any knowledge of the local scene one of the gangs are likely to press-gang you into service or take you out for refusing."

She looked at me expectantly as I considered the offer. She had some good points, not to mention that I hadn't been opposed to the offer in the first place. It wasn't like I had anything else to do, and I definitely couldn't see myself taking any regular job with a body like this. "Sure." I said with a shrug.

All three of them looked surprised at my easy acceptance, but Piggot was quick to recover. "Glad to have you Necron. Armsmaster can help you fill in the necessary paperwork and you'll get some downtime in quarters here on the rig before power testing. On behalf of the Protectorate East North-East I'd like to officially welcome you to our ranks."

I just nodded and stood up. As I turned to Armsmaster I could hear Piggot murmuring under her breath. "PR is going to have a field day with this one."

 

[Nitro]

Awakening 1.3

Brockton Bay Protectorate HQ, April 4, 2011. 18:20 PM.

The last two days have been a flurry of activity. After the meeting with the director there had been a frenzy of paperwork. Identity forms, employment records for the protectorate, consent forms and many others. Amusingly, I'd been given the option of employment at one of the non-protectorate case-53 sites some point down the line. Something to satisfy the lawyers I presume.

After all the legalese was done and I'd spent the bare minimum amount of downtime that I was legally required to take despite needing neither food nor sleep, Armsmaster came to run me through power testing. The physical portions had gone pretty much as expected, I had printed my specifications after all, and they were accurate. There was a fair bit more testing of my Tinker and Thinker capabilities, Armsmaster seemed more than a little annoyed at the inability to create any security measures which I was unable to bypass for a network. The fact that I was willing to share the blueprints in my archive as soon as the corruption was removed seemed to mollify him though, and he has provided me with some notes of my own to see if I can incorporate them into my warscythe.

Actually, that's a silly name. I'm changing the internal designation to Staff of Light. Should help mollify PR a bit.

Designation for primary armament successfully changed to "Staff of Light."
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Meeting with PR hadn't gone nearly as well as power testing. After an hour of getting fixated on trying to change the robotic monotone of my voice which she insisted sounded 'too nefarious', the short woman had given up and told me she'd contact the Protectorate director of Public Image for counseling. I honestly don't see much of a point, I look like a robot skeleton and there isn't much to do to change that except maybe slap on another coat of paint. But I sort of like the black cloak.

Currently, I was 'enjoying' one of my mandatory downtimes. While I wasn't officially restricted to the HQ, I was strongly encouraged not to leave the building until all of the official works got sorted out. Honestly, if it wasn't for my internal internet access I'd be going stir crazy by now. Trudging through the PHO forums were a decent enough waste of time for now, and I'd made it a fun game of posting something offensive and seeing if I could edit it into something non-offensive before Tin_Mother caught on. That moderator must be a bot, the response time ranged in the milliseconds and seemed to be getting better at spotting my shitposting early. I'll have to step up my game.

Brockton Bay Protectorate HQ, April 5, 2011. 16:00 PM.

Another day, another slew of testing. Today was somewhat more exciting however, with the restoration of my archive I could finally begin to access schematics for personal wargear. Armsmaster, or Colin as he's finally introduced himself as, was positively giddy, which is to say he wasn't wearing his usual frown and I swear I actually saw him smile once or twice. He was very excited over the applications of my phase tech with his miniturization if we can manage to get the different technologies compatible.

The problem was fabrication on my end. None of Colin's tools were even close to advanced enough to produce the materials and components I required, not to mention that many of the designs are apparently 'too lethal' for the protectorate and they've even expressly forbidden me from bringing my staff with me outside of the HQ without prior permission against high class threat like endbringers or villains with kill-orders on them.

So, instead I ended up bastardizing the gauss flayer into a stationary unit to help convert mass to energy to help me produce more Necrodermis, I don't think I'm going to tell PR that's what my metal is called. Since the monomolecular blades of the staff were still making it too lethal (What's that even mean? Colin's halberd is lethal and he isn't getting any flak for it) I made the modification to have them as modular attachments instead so I can take them off and actually bring the staff with me to teleport around without the hassle of disassembling the teleportation unit entirely.

Now, I'm standing in the elevator with Hannah (Miss Militia) and waiting for a thirty second notice to finish to allow the wards time to get their masks on. Why they need their masks on when meeting me I'm not entirely sure. Honestly I'm not sure about the whole mask deal in the first place, facial recognition exists, not to mention any number of more advanced methods of figuring out someones identity with tinkertech stuff. The whole unwritten rules just seem a bit odd to me, but I suppose their justification makes sense for the capes that have families to be targeted.

"Feeling nervous?" Hannah asked me with only the slightest hint of teasing in her voice, nice woman.

I turned my head slightly towards her to acknowledge her, body language is a bit hard when you have to do it consciously and lack facial expressions. "No, what gave you that idea?"

She shrugged slightly with a smile "You've been unusually silent since we got in the elevator."

Have I been? Oh, right. The internal monologue to waste time. "Just updating my log, keeping my thoughts in order and all that." I lied smoothly, lying is easy when you have no tells. Shifting my grip on the staff slightly I turn back towards the doors, what's there to worry about meeting a group of young super-powered people who are going to be your co-workers for the foreseeable future for the first time anyway?

I saw her smile widen out of the corner of my eye, did I say something funny? No. She must just be remembering something.

Finally, with a soft ding, the elevator doors slid open to reveal a young man dressed in a full-covering costume made of small plates with animated clocks on them, quite clever looking really.

Hannah opened her mouth to say something but he beat her to it, calling over his shoulder "Terminator's here guys!" before turning to me and extending a hand. "Clockblocker, at your service."

"Necron." I shook his hand gingerly, mindful of the claws. "And Terminator's got the whole red-eyes going for him, I'm more of a green girl."

Hannah made a choked noise to my left as Clockblocker froze up in the middle of the handshake for a moment before blurting out. "You're a woman?" Three other teenagers took this moment to step around the corner. One well built young man in a rust-red costume, matching helmet and a shield emblem on the front. A short girl with some sort of skirt and armor panels alternating between white and green with a green visor over her eyes and a taller girl wearing a heavy black coat over a black under-suit with a black mask. Really, if she could pull off the black theme I don't see why PR has to ride my ass about it.

"Really clock, do you ever read the files that get sent our way if I don't make you?" The rust-colored one said with a smile under his helmet, gesturing at himself and the other two. "I'm Aegis and this is Vista and Shadow Stalker. Kid Win's busy and Browbeat's technically not part of the team yet."

I nodded politely to them and decided to let go of Clockblockers limp hand, maybe the limp wrist was part of his powers or something. "Nice to meet you all, I'm Necron. Ignore the monotone, can't change it and PR gave up trying."

Shadow Stalker murmured something that might be interpreted as a polite greeting somewhere in the world, but seemed more bored than anything while vista was enthusiastic in her greeting. She was just starting to say something positive about more female superheroes in the business when Clockblocker recovered enough.

"Wait, you know about Terminator? I thought Case 53's didn't have any memories." He blurted out, earning him a harsh glare from Hannah.

"Correct." I affirmed with a nod, lamenting my lack of lips to grin at him with. "But the rig has excellent network speed and I have been spending some of my downtime looking up 'the classics' so I won't loose out on all pop-culture references."

"Cool, I got some recommendations for you. Ever heard of American Pie?" I could practically hear the grin in his voice while his teammates all groaned, Vista frantically doing the 'abort' gesture with her hands behind Clockblockers back.

I snuck a glance at Hannah "I don't think I've got anything to do until Assault and Battery come back so I can meet them, so why don't you tell me about this classic?"

 

[Nitro]

Awakening 1.4

Brockton Bay Protectorate HQ, April 10, 2011. 23:55 PM.

It's been more than a week since I joined the protectorate and I'm seriously starting to consider sneaking out just to get some excitement into my life. Technically I was allowed to come and go as I pleased, but my official reveal wasn't scheduled for another two weeks and I had been 'strongly advised' not to go outside until then on account of my appearance.

At least they had given me something to do, finally. Since I don't need to sleep and don't go on patrols like Miss Militia yet, I'd scored the nigh-shift on the console to alleviate some stress from the Wards. Much needed in my opinion, those kids got a lot to do in this city. It's not that bad of a job either I suppose, I just make sure to take any reports from the heroes out on patrol and pass them on to the appropriate channels, all of which I could handle internally which made the console somewhat redundant.

On the bright side, the simple nature of the console job left me plenty of time to do other things, like working on integrating one of Armsmasters anti-brute sedative injectors into my staff. He'd been more than happy to provide me with some non-lethal tools of his making after I gave him the first batch of Necrodermis. To say he was enthusiastic in the time saved from not having to perform maintenance on his halberd thanks to the self repairing nature of the substance would be an understatement. Of course, it'd take him a while to integrate the material properly, given that so far I was the only one who could shape it.

Two alerts of incoming calls halted my tinkering. Almost exactly at the same time the police had received reports of parahuman activity at two different parts of the docks, one of which was Lung and the other unknown to the civilians who had called it in. Interesting.

A quick check through the roster to confirm that Armsmaster was the only hero out on patrol before opening a call to his helmet.

"Armsmaster. Two reports of parahuman activity in the docks, sending co-ordinates. The first is believed to be Lung and the second is unknown."

"Noted." Came the clipped reply "Heading towards lung, alert the PRT and advise the police to standby until they arrive on the other scene."

Hm, that won't do at all. "They won't make it there fast enough, I could be there in an instant and assess the situation." There, appeal to the mans love for efficiency.

He was silent for a moment before responding "Affirmative, avoid confrontation until PRT arrives at the scene." after which the link was abruptly cut.

If I could smile I'd be grinning. I quickly stood up from my seat in front of the console and sent a ping to the reception desk, informing them that the console was about to be unmanned before grabbing my staff. I set the co-ordinates for a rooftop nearby the warehouse in question and tapped the staff against the ground to hit the activator, a flash of green light swallowing me for a moment before leaving me standing atop the rooftop that I'd planned.

What I hadn't planned, was to come face-to-face with a massive monster with lots of teeth, patches of fur, other patches of raw muscle and bits of hardened lizard-like hide. More bizarrely it was ridden by two girls. One with a fur jacket and a cheap plastic mask and the other in a skintight purple suit with a small domino mask. I'd read the PRT records on known Parahumans, and it wasn't too hard to tie these two to Hellhound and Tattletale. I sent a quick ping back to the console to inform them that the Undersiders were present at the scene before addressing the two with my grating monotone.

"Well, this is a bit awkward."

 

[Nitro]

Awakening 1.5

Brockton Bay Dockside, April 11, 2011. 00:11 AM.

The silence stretched for a moment until both of them started talking at the same time.

"Who the fuck are you?" Hellhound snarled, leaning forwards atop her mount aggressively.
"You're not with the ABB." Tattletale sounded much calmer than her counterpart, and if anything she looked curious, the way she was leaning to the side to look around Hellhound. Shame that the PRT archives didn't have any details on her powers, I'd have to be cautious about her.

"In chronological order," I started while initializing a scan for other life signs in the area. "Necron, and no."

I left it at that while the scan ran it's course, which is to say roughly twelve hundred miliseconds. Two civilians, with cameras of course. Going to have to play this out well or I'll have PR riding my ass more than ever. Asides from them, there's four more signatures in the immediate area in groups of two, heading straight for the current location.

Straightening up as much as my hunchback and massive pauldrons permitted I planted my staff firmly into the rooftop next to me and pointed at them with my free hand, making sure to angle my torso slightly so the wind caught my cape dramatically before issuing my declaration.

"Under the authority of the Protectorate I am placing the two of you under arrest with several outstanding warrants on each of you." There, suitably heroic. No way anyone could mistake me for a villain now.

Silence reigned on the rooftop for a couple of moments before another pair of the massive monsters landed next to the first, each with a rider of their own. One clad in some sort of renaissance-esque outfit and the other in heavy bike leathers complemented by darkness billowing around him. Regent and grue then, excellent. I wouldn't have to go hunting for them afterwards.

"Lee booked it" Grue started, then stopped as he caught sight of me. Hadn't he heard my declaration? Irritating.

"What-" He barely had time to say the word before tattletale interrupted with a shouted "It's a hero!"

This wasn't exactly as planned, but it'd do. I took a step forwards and then I was abruptly covered in darkness that was really throwing some weird readings at my sensors. No visual, auditory, radiation or even exotic particles were registering for me. Or at least, the readings were so jumbled up that they didn't make any sense.

I didn't really want to try teleporting out of the darkness when my readings were so messed up, I wasn't entirely sure what would happen if I attempted to teleport to a location someone else was occupying. Instead, I opted to start scanning for more esoteric things, psychic presences or absences thereof, warp signatures (whatever that is), C'tan shards and other equally bizarre things I could look for if I wanted.

Sadly, my scans were not allowed to finish before something very large and very heavy slammed into me, knocking me backwards and sending me sliding along the concrete rooftop within the darkness. I braced my legs to push back and swung my free arm in a backhanded blow as hard as I could against my unseen opponent. I registered an impact and a rush of air before my world was once again left still and silent in the darkness. These advanced scans were really taking too long to complete. Actually, make a note to update the records on Grue's darkness in the archives later, this kind of misinformation is just plain dangerous.

Update scheduled for 04:00 local time

With no other options left to me, I was left waiting in the darkness to see if anything happened while the scans were running. It was somewhat disconcerting to be locked away from the variety of environmental information I usually had access to.

Abruptly, just as quickly as it appeared the darkness vanished, leaving me standing on an empty rooftop all by my self. The building to my left had sustained some serious structural damage, as if something really heavy had slammed into it really fast, but of the Undersiders there were no signs. With an unnecessary sigh I slumped my shoulders and opened communications with Armsmaster, this really did not go as planned.

"Undersiders were at the scene battling oni-lee. Lee withdrew as I teleported in and the Undersiders used Grue's darkness on me to escape."

"Understood. Report back to console, debrief when I return." Came the clipped reply as always before he disconnected the link. I think I heard the sound of his souped up bike faintly in the background.

Well, nothing for it. My first time out hadn't resulted in the capture of any villains, but at least I hadn't been embarrassingly defeated on camera. Resigning myself to a meeting with the director, PR and Armsmaster I tapped my staff on the ground to teleport back to the console station.

 

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♦Topic: New Cape on the scene
In: Boards ► America ► Brockton Bay ► BB General

Bagrat (Original Poster) (The Guy In The Know)
Posted on April 11, 2011:

Seems like we have a new cape on the scene in the bay. I got some footage sent to me from a friend of mine living by the docks and boy is he a scary looking fellow!

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We've yet to get any confirmation from the PRT or Protectorate regarding the status of Necron.

EDIT: April 11. We've got some news on the affiliation just hours after the first outing. Looks like it's the protectorates newest case 53!

Link to the official statement

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► Numen
Replied on April 11, 2011:
I'm just saying, edgier and darker heroes like Necron and Shadow Stalkers seem to be getting more and more common. What happened to capes like Legend and Hero, all bright primary colors?

► Cytokinesis (Veteran Member)
Replied on April 11, 2011:
Wow, do you see how she just sent Hellhounds monster flying out of the darkness like that? Looks like we've got outselves a real powerhouse in the bay! Who cares if he looks a bit evil, it's a case 53, not like she can do anything about her looks.

► Ursine (Concerned Citizen)
Replied on April 11, 2011:
It's a woman? Seriously? I couldn't tell at all from that voice or her apearance.

► thefluffyone (Cape Groupie)
Replied on April 11, 2011:
@Numen Sign of the times I suppose, there's just so many villains around these days.

@Ursine Yeah, check the PRT statement, it's a woman.

I for one welcome our new robot overlord.

► Somebodynobody10
Replied on April 11, 2011:
Link?

► thefluffyone (Cape Groupie)
Replied on April 11, 2011:
Right here

It's also in the OP.

► cupcakeviolater
Replied on April 11, 2011:
@Cyto She still let them get away though, that monster thing just shook it right off when it landed. BB could really use some hard hitter right now though.

► Glitchrrr36 (Veteran Member)
Replied on April 11, 2011:
Now that's the scariest looking hero I've seen in a while. When she pointed at them and declared they were under arrest - sent shivers down my spine. Let's just hope she's got a better attitude than Shadow Stalker.

► Aizen Mercer
Replied on April 11, 2011:
@L33t Dude, just knock it off. She's clearly not a terminator rip-off. Since when did the terminator have a badass cape, staff and glowed frickin green? You don't have to assume every new cape is trying to steal your thing.

► Clockblocker (Verified Cape)
Replied on April 11, 2011:
All hail the new robotic overlords!

Seriously though, she's a nice person once you get to know her. Likes the classics, got a good deal of laughs from watching the terminator movies for the first time.

► BurnNote
Replied on April 11, 2011:
Oh god you showed her Terminator? THIS IS HOW IT STARTS! HIDE YOUR KIDS!

► Wolfman217 (Cape Groupie) (Power Guru)
Replied on April 11, 2011:
@Tinkster Pretty sure it's not some tinkertech robot. Even if we were to disregard the PRT statement of her being a case53 she just doesn't act like a programmed machine. Did you see when she teleported in at the start? What kind of robot would say that?

No, I'm hedging my bets on high level brute from how she flicked Hellhounds monster aside like that, high level mover too if she can teleport at will like she did in the start and end. Hard to say if she has a changer rating or not, but if that's how she looks all the time due to being a Case53 I'd say no.

► Puffter (Banned)
Replied on April 11, 2011:
All hail the sexbot. I'd fuck her.

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► TinMother (Moderator)
Replied on April 11, 2011:
Please keep these boards clean of Cape sexualization.

► HarakoniWarhawk (Veteran Member)
Replied on April 11, 2011:
Honestly I'm a little bit scared by her, looks like a villain, sounds like a villain, seems logical you know?
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Director Emily piggot rubbed her temples with a disgruntled noise of general displeasure, this was not the news she'd wanted to get first thing in the morning. What Armsmaster had been thinking, giving the go-ahead for Necron to make her first appearance like that was beyond her. Now they'd have to scramble to get the press release out early before the jackals of the press caught on. Worst of all, Armsmaster had brought in Lung so she couldn't even ride his ass too hard on this one.

With a deep sigh she schooled her features into a displeased frown and hit the intercom. "Send up Armsmaster and Necron to my office."