Fallen Son Out of all the junkies and the hookers roaming the parking lot of his 'favorite' hotel, Alec could single out two shady figures, afro-americans, dressed in baggy clothes and covered in blings. One of them had trimmed hair and a stubble which barely covered his narrow jaw. Alec recognized him - it was Jamal's handler, the one who supplied the supplier. Their first meeting was back in 2011, while he was under the now deceased gun runners payroll. Alec never went past the formalities, never got his name and never cared enough to do so. However, now, that he stands before him, he was actually interested. Interested to know what was the issue that brought him there. Upon getting out of his MRAP, a thought occurred in his mind, the thought that they were here to assassinate him as an act of retaliation for killing their man. The receptionist's paranoid behavior added more to his suspicion. Yet, he walked towards the duo with a steady pace, unwilling to reveal any sign of weakness. Jamal's gangbangers weren't smart enough to understand body language, but their strength lied in their numbers. Alec was willing to bet all his money that there was a battalion of them hiding in the hotel's lobby. In spite of his superb calculative skills, he still wanted to make sure he didn't misunderstand their motives. "Hello gentlemen.", Alec uttered, approaching the two. He extended his hand in a false friendly manner, but they didn't budge. They were obviously there strictly for business. What they didn't know is that so was Alec. "I take it you're the 'Hawk'.", Jamal's handler spoke in a crystal clear tone, dissimilar to the thick hood accent his acquaintance spat. He was obviously one of the higher-ups. "So I heard.", Miller responded in his monotone voice. "Well, Mr. Hawk, I'm here to give you bad news. You see, the runner you killed was secretly working under my organization's payroll. Actually, he played a key part in it. He was, to say, the right leg of my organization, and you severed that leg. Now, we're roaming around on wheelchairs. And while we're working to reclaim that leg, we thought it'd be a good idea to cut off the limbs of those you're working for. You know, an eye for an eye.", the OG finished. Alec wasn't misinterpreting anything; they were truly here to kill him, prompting the meta to formulate a quick plan. "Sorry to disappoint, pal, but the organization I work for is large. By killing me, you've done nothing but pulled a strand of hair.", the meta threw in a cold, efficient response, and a true one while at that. He couldn't let the gangsters cast the first stone, which is why he quickly pulled out his gun without warning. The handler let out a surprised face, then had his brain matter all over the place shortly after. His companion, who was standing to the right, tried to pull out his piece, but Alec was quicker, managing to land a shot on his neck. As soon as his sight caught the numerous gangbangers making their way out of the hotel's entrance, some even carrying tactical SWAT shields, Alec tapped into Cerebro; experimental, rapidly running to his vehicle as the .50 cal bullets whizzed past him. He jumped as much as he could, landing on top of the car's hood before sliding into cover. The Sand Cat was bulletproof, so he didn't have to worry about his shield being demolished. That being said, he still couldn't move out of cover or board the car, in fear of being riddled with bullets if he so much as tried to. His best option was to clear the area from the hostiles. He tapped into his Pentrative vision, able to see the enemy locations through the car without having the need to stick his head out of the hood. There were eight enemies, three of them carrying deployable shields. The moment one of them got out of cover to carry the lifeless body of his leader, Alec unloaded three bullets, two on his chest one in his head. There were still seven of them left, and the magazine he was carrying only had fifteen bullets. He was a sitting duck. Much to Alec's surprise, after a stream of gunfire, the attacks ceased. Via his penetrative vision, he could make out his assailants gesturing around, trying to find a feasible way to put a bullet to the meta's head after their run n'gun strategy proved fruitless. They split up, four of them went to the right, while the other three took the left wing. This gave the former-soldier a chance to pull out his Walther from the car. He tapped into Cerebro; experimental yet again, so as to assemble the gun quicker, feeling the energy being drained from him with every movement. He had no choice - he could either go with certain death, or push the timetable for another three months or so, until more remnants from his past emerged out to haunt him. The aging meta, upon assembling his Walther, peeked from the car's rear, taking a shot from a really close distance. The shot's force was marvelous, beheading two of the gang members in the process. The remaining two fired at Alec, but thanks to experimental mode - his ability to slow time down and boost himself up, he remained unscathed, able to effortlessly sneak up on them. He eliminated the first one by hitting him with the sniper's handle, sticking the barrel down his shirt and pulling the trigger down, his face covered in the assailant's blood minutes later. The second man, left with no mags for his assault rifle, pointed his pistol at Alec, with the latter swiftly disarming him from it and grabbing him from behind, now using the hitman as a human shield. The three gunmen that were flanking from the left, all equipped with tactical shields, aimed their sub-machine weapons at Lighthouse but couldn't shoot in fear of harming their buddy. In the other hand, blood started dripping from Alec's nose as a result of overusing Experimental mode. He still had some energy left, and he decided to make the most of it. Easily snapping the assailant's neck then shoving him to the side, Miller tapped into Cerebro; experimental yet again. He grabbed the dead gangster's gun, unholstered his own, and then, in a fit of rage, began to unleash a barrage of bullets towards the well-equipped assassins as they dropped down until there was none left. Now that the coast was clear, Alec dropped down to the ground, coughing and dripping blood from his orifices. His sight got blurry, his heart started beating twice as fast and his face got pale. He was drained, but he'd live. Even though the parking lot was clear, there was one loose end which he had to tie up. The receptionist. It was undoubtedly him who tipped off the OGs, and his betrayal wouldn't slip unpunished. Alec entered the motel's premises, specifically the lobby, inaudibly cursing as he did so. He pointed his weapon at the gridiron and ordered the man to come out. But, much to his surprise, instead of complying, the man snuck a double barreled shotgun down the square opening, blasting Miller away but not before he could get three pistols shots on the overweight man's chest. He was then facing the ceiling, unable to lift his head or do any kind of motion. It marked the first time Alec ever had the chance to reflect about his life, to think about something other than work. At his final moments, he realized he wasn't ready to go, not because he feared death, or because he feared his death would go unrecognized - no, men like him have their ashes cremated and thrown into the sea. His main regret, among others, was that after all this time, he still couldn't make amends with his only family left, a little sister with which he shared fourteen years of age difference. She had no idea that her older brother was alive, told that he died somewhere in T'Bilisi, back in 2008. And she would never learn. That didn't matter anymore, though. His sight, everything that was laying before him, it was slowly fading. His eyelids became heavier by the second, until - eventually - they closed.

Warpath would lead the remains of the FBI Rapid Response Team to yet another safehouse, this time beneath a crappy, low-level casino that only saw enough business to stay afloat, but not enough to make people notice it. Beneath the casino was yet more rooms and facilities, such as toilets, running water, and internet access. Once there, the group would oversee the military occupation of Los Angeles, and some of them might feel despair: how could it have come to this?

The trip to the safehouse was long especially since the city was under high alert from the incident with False Angel, and Adam wondered how things would go from here on out. As he lead them to the safehouse Adam saw graffiti with the words 'metahuman shit stains need to all die!' on them and he felt revulsion at the site of such of hate. Things were getting worse and Adam didn't know if he would be able to stop it. He was starting to get a feeling of helplessness, but he drove them out of his mind, he needed to stay mentally strong in order to get through this chaos. Once at the safehouse Adam entered the entry code and led them down into the rooms below the low class casino. This was not as fancy as some of the others, but it would have to do for now. The lights came on and he led them into a lounge room. "Here we are. Make yourselves comfortable, I have to contact my superiors and hear their orders on the situation" he said to them and went to a big computer monitor that he would use to connect the board members. He turned on the screen and typed in the password to the system. The screen of the video caller came on and after a few minutes an image of the board members came on the screen. "Sirs Warpath reporting" he said giving a solute. "At ease son" one of the members said to him. "Are you all aware of the situation?" Adam asked them. "Yes we are, and the situation is getting worse, which is something we would like put an end to, and who are they?" the board member replied pointing to the other metahumans. "They're allies, don't worry about them, they're with me" Adam answered. The man was about to respond when another board member spoke angrily. "Excuse but I would like ask Mr Savage if he really understands the severity of the situation at hand. You and the rest of your kind has been causing more trouble than helping and the people are doubting whether we the government can even protect them!" he shouted at them. "I understand the severity of what has happened and I can assure you that I will try as hard as I can to take down the enemies to our country and protect its people." "Frankily I don't think that's good enough, if you ask me this is what happens when you let a bunch of freaks run wild and are not under proper control. From the beggining we should have rounded you up and make sure none of you could ever be a menace to society-" "Enough Johnson!" the other board member interrupted, and Johnson fell silent. "The board wants results and fast, otherwise we may have no choice but to take every single metahuman in by any means necessary. We are giving you one last chance, you have two months to put an end to this, don't fail us" and with those words the board members ended communication with Adam. Things were bad and he needed to have his mission be a success otherwise they would all start being rounded up. "If any of you have any ideas on where to find these terrorists and stop them then please tell me" he said to the other metahumans.

Scarlett: Scarlett made a show of rolling her eyes as she slowly lifted his legs, shifted them a bit to the side and dropped them off the table. After beginning to listen to him, she sighed a little and switched off, fixing him with a speculative gaze. He looked good, like he had been working out or something - there was still those dark shadows under his eyes though, informing her that he still seemed to be a heavy drinker. That was possibly another reason she left Elijah: he was the sweetest sober but when he was drunk, particularly on whiskey, he became vicious. He never hit her or anything because she would have broke his neck but she could always see an anger bubbling under the surface. "If you think you're going to use me for your own personal game, like the idiots behind that screen, then you have another thing coming, Eli. I'm not helping anyone here, especially with getting to my father, and I assure you, no past love of mine will give you any advantage. Now, how about you scurry on back to your friends and pray that Ruby doesn't send a real meta down here." She gave him a sweet smirk which faded to a resentful yet dulled look as she sat back and stared at him. She wondered what things would have been like if she stayed with him. Would they both be in the same mess today? Then again, if she did stay with him, it would have only prolonged the inevitable. The sex was great, Eli was a nice guy but at the end of the day, they equally hated each other's presence as much as they loved it. --- Ruby: She must have slept for at least an hour or two but eventually, she found herself waking up, suffering from nightmares that had been singed into her mind. Once she had showered and dressed, she moved to the large armoury that she could enter from her bedroom, cutting out the need to move through her workshop where Mark was probably standing guard. Once she had her Phoenix suit on, she decided it was best to keep the reaper mask on, just in case her target did catch sight of her. Ruby had a direct exit from there which allowed her to move up to the garage where her latest projects had been stored. Once she was mounted up and the bike had connected to her suit's system, she was ready to go. For this, she allowed her bright, blond hair to flow free as she used her powers to drive the beast to live. It gave off a soft roar that was quickly followed by a deafening one as the bay-doors opened and Ruby blasted out. Her hair flew behind her in the wind and the familiar hum of complicated technology under her made life feel pretty damn good in that moment. Within ten minutes, she had reached LA and once she had accessed it through a poorly-guarded road, she followed a direct path to where she knew Adam would be - cleaning up the fight at the RRT's safehouse. Once she had established a good view-point from the top of an opposing building, she carefully watched him. It was weird but there was an unmistakable stirring in her stomach as she stared at him, watching him take down one of Isabella's horrid creations. Then he and the others seemed to disappear within a matter of minutes and Ruby's thoughts were cut short. Signing softly, she turned to go and lea be before she felt a tingling down along the nape of her neck. Closing her eyes, she tuned in and felt the faint but very real presence of a machine watching her. It wasn't on the ground - it was very definitely in the air. Opening her eyes, she used the system's HUD to scan the sky for the craft which she now worked out to be some sort of fight jet. Unfortunately, her eyes couldn't do the job so she closed them, drawing in nearby energy to scan the sky above her. Then she saw it, wit h the weird third-eye she has for technology. Her eyes flicked back open, following the flight-path of the jet that suddenly revealed itself from behind a cloud. Sighing, she gave a small flick of her hand and the craft suddenly released the rockets stored under its wings. --- Forward Operations Base: "Sir, I have sight of the target now. Maintaining altitude and keeping a clear line of sight. Can we ugh... get a confirmation on the target's identity?" It was surprising just how much detail the camera could pick up. The acting commander studied the woman up on the screen who suddenly turned directly towards the camera, studying it intently. "Commander... is she looking at us?" The young pilot questioned, receiving no answer as the commander frowned - what was she doing? "Commander! The missiles are firing, I repeat, the missiles are firing! I have no control over the plane anymore." He seemed to pause for a second before a second voice cut over the line - his navigator, sitting behind him. "Sir... they're aimed at the forward operations base! Danger close!" The commander suddenly was alert, trying to rally his staff out of the collection of tents before the missiles wiped them out.

Rozalia had chosen a different path to the two she had been given, in the end. She didn't go with Lighthouse, or with Elijah. She instead went her own way, staying the same solo path that had kept her alive all these years. The city was still in lockdown, but she knew how to disappear with ease. She had given a brief goodbye to Elijah before taking off in the opposite direction, her powers lifting her into the sky, and in no time, the far distance. She felt a pang of near guilt at leaving, but she knew this was the best course for her and Elijah. She would only distract him, and he would distract her. A possible team, but the chances of them failing would be too great - and too dangerous in their current situation. No, she was best staying underground until this sorted itself out - or at the very least, until she found a reason to reemerge. Nightingale was gone, as far as everyone else was concerned.

Dean was going to go back to the base to recoup after the devastation that just happened but his attention was caught by incoming rockets,"You gotta be fucking kidding me..." Dean's face turned into a grimace he started running towards the rockets holding out his hands using his powers to move the rockets into the ship. "God damn pansies...rip them in half brother..." Jenni said with a low growl in her voice.

Light followed the others as they moved to the new casino base. This was miles above where they used to be, and she could probably enjoy herself here, even if it was a bit dank. She also noticed the new member, haven't noticing him during the fight with the angel meta. Before she could get settled in though, an alarm went off. Light wasn't sure what was going on with all the people suddenly attacking all the different bases that she was a part of. "Get in a base, it goes boom. Get into a new base, someone tries to make it go boom. ugh." Light said, jumping towards the rocket that Dean was trying to hold back. She had to jump off a couple lamp posts until she got close to the rocket. And with a quick flurish, swiped the rocket under her dress, causing it to vanish. "Cool, now I have a rocket up my dress. This'll come in handy." Light said to herself as she fell to the ground, leaving a deep hole in the shape of her body. getting up after a couple moments later.

Elijah slowly moved his feet off of the table and reached into his pocket pulling out a pack of cigarettes. He pulled out one playing with while he searched for the right words. "Your gonna help me, I know you won't help them and you know I DJ could give a shit less about their dumb ass plans to save the world... You'll help because..." He took a deep breath and tried to compose a trembling voice. "You left a week or three after the old man went Avalon. Just up and left, I was never mad at you, just sad you left me there. I understood the reasons, the and how and why. Shit I don't blame you one bit, I was drunk day and night. It was a lot for you to deal with. I was or am sorry about that." Placing the cigarette in his mouth he lit it with only an extended finger." After you left I got sober a week or two later. I started in Miami and then New York and finally Chicago. With each town I visited I systematically cut the Russian mob into little bits." He took a deep, long drag and exhaled slowly. "Everyone that even remotely beheld accountable for what his current situation is dead, turned to ash." He paused again the look if regret and sadness was in his eyes. He killed so many people and while all had it coming just as he had it coming. That didn't make it any easier to live with. "But you already knew that. You were two steps behind me the whole time." "You'll help me because all I want is to get the guy who narced on me and get your dad out of there... Ruby... I just wanna talk to her... Momma says hello and she misses you. She'd like to call her if you get the chance. She uh... Asked about you every few months. Be nice if you would give her a shout. I'll have some food sent in and see what I can do about getting you a decent room." He waited to see her reaction. He did just dump a lot on her. Confirmed many suspicions and all around just wanted to see what she wanted to say. He hoped fervently for a happy ending to all this but he knew better.

Reyes Agent Reyes had a problem. A serious lack of manpower she needed agents but she lacked the needed number of personnel she put out a quick message to her subordinates, meta and not.

Urgent: Need assets for FBI search of suspects. Prefer non-military but willing to work with them. Send me information on possible assets. Reyes.

Alexandria, VA At his home outside of DC Davis Lawton sat with an older gentleman. "Sir, I am flattered you came to my house but why are you here?" the White House gatekeeper queried the old man. The old man smiled, "As Vice President I cannot be in a bunker all the time. right now my job is to ensure the president is ready for whatever action he must do." "Which is?" "Why destroying Avalon." The VP smiled. Lawton looked horrified. "Why!?" "To show these people, and Mister Taylor we mean business." Davis was flushed with anger, "We cannot use the THOR or that! Hell I am not happy it was put over LA to begin with but you swayed the President to that decision. This will lead to all out war." "Which is what we need all out war. They started it and now we finish it. Just like Vietnam." Davis shot up. "Do not mention Vietnam to me you shit! Nuking Nam would have solved nothing! IT was our mistake to help the French on their fucking colonial ambitions! Then we try to prop up a pro-US government and we get rampant corruption and we kill the Diems. The enemy takes advantage of the weak government and launches the Tet offensive! We pull out and it crumbles. The lesson of Vietnam is don't get into wars you cannot win." The Vice President looked red in the face. "Agent Reyes will have her people find those that blew up the base in LA. Claremont is pissed but the military in LA has restored consumer confidence in the stock market. Also looks good, our enemy will be unpopular with a lot of people if they kill soldiers." "You think these things care about law and order. All these things get is brute force and as a former Senator, I know a thing or two. Dave, the President is making a mistake by not attacking Avalon. We kill a large gathering of metas we can show the revolting ones the lengths we will go." Lawton glared as the Vice President finished what he was saying. "Sir, with all due respect, pull you goddamned head out of your ass and think about how hated we will become if we do that." Lawton began to head upstairs. "That will be all Mister Vice President." Reyes Agent Reyes stood on the balcony the nicotine gum bits no longer did it for. She had just lit up a cigarette ad took a drag on it. "Oh god what a day." She said as she exhaled smoke. God maybe her life would be easier if she had powers, but she knew it would mean no longer being an agent. and she loved the job, she cared for her subordinates and thought of them as family. The recent events hurt her family. Who could she trust?

Adam cursed when he heard the alarms go off in the base and he clicked onto some buttons on the keyboard to bring up the computer security mainframe. "What the hell is going on?! That's a military aircraft, they shouldn't be firing so close to the base" he said to himself as he quickly hurried outside to see Light and Dean try to intercept the missiles. Adam created an energy minigun and fired large blasts of energy in rapid succession aimed at the oncoming missiles. Each blast hit with near perfect accuracy and caused the missiles to explode in mid flight. After the last of the missiles were destroyed, Adam quickly got on his communicator and contacted the military agency responsible for the aircraft being in the area. "This is Warpath speaking, what the hell just happened?! You could have killed tons of people!" he said angrily. This day was just getting worse and worse.

Ruby: Frowning, she suddenly realised that someone was calling her through her HUD – she had been focusing so much on connecting through to the Forward Operations Base that she barely even noticed it. Sighing, she let go of her connection to the fighter jet and turned, they had got the message – don’t fuck around with Ruby or she’ll make you regret it. Lifting her gaze to the incoming notification, she sighed and answered, hearing Loki curse about something about Pikachu or something. “Loki I specifically instructed you to keep an eye on Scarlett and make sure she didn’t get captured. When I heard she was planning to go into Stucorp, I was assuming that you were going in there to help her.” She snapped, suddenly finding herself quite angry – why couldn’t things ever work out for the bad guys? They were severely outnumbered and now things were even easier for the FBI. Sighing again, she descended from the roof with a single leap. The boots of her suit suddenly flared, absorbing the shock of her fall as she recovered back to her usual stance. Her motorbike was only a few feet away so it didn’t take her long to mount it and rev her engine to a start. “I need you back at Aperture. I have a feeling something is about to happen and I need to be surrounded by some loyal Metas.” Forward Operations Base: “I didn’t have control of my systems, Sir.” The clearly terrified pilot stated as he somehow regained control of his Jet. It was clear that the situation on the ground had cleared up once the Metas had destroyed the missiles. The commander on duty strode outside, staring up at the sky where the missiles had just seemed to vanish – it was a damn lucky escape but questions needed to be asked now. “How did she even gain access to a Jet that was thousands of miles up? What exactly are we dealing with here? Warpath, you seem to have quite a few connections, could you possibly find some information that would make this war a little easier?” The commander requested with a frown as his eyes finally drew down to where Adam was standing. Scarlett: She eyed him for a few moments before letting out a small yet clearly pained sigh. “This is why we split up, Elijah. It wasn’t the arguing, it wasn’t you and it certainly was not the drink. It's because you are a carbon copy of him, Elijah, of my dad. There's no one else in the world who loves my father like I do but it's in the interests of his safety and other's safety that he remains in Avalon. My father was not framed, Eli; my father killed and killed until killing became the only thing he was capable of. You saw this and you still... you still wanted to be like him." She frowned, there was small tears coming to her eyes as she stared away, regaining her breath shakily. "For the love you once had for me, don't go into that horrid place, Elijah. You haven't seen Aperture. You don't understand the lengths they will go to or what they can do. Please..." She whispered, even lacing some of her powers into her words as she reached forward, her hand gently brushing his arm.

"Well, alright." Loki said, yawning. "I'll be there sooner or later." Loki turned off the TV and went to get changed. He had his clothes ready for this, as well as his throwing knives. "Say, Ruby." Loki said into the still connected phone. "I was thinking, you know how you said I can get certain things that I want if I'm with Aperture?" Loki pulled on his shirt and pants, followed by his sweater. He put a few throwing knives into his pockets, as well as chucking his packet of uno cards in there. "Well, I kinda want a laser sword." He said, not really caring if she was listening. He pulled on his socks and shoes, also fastening his tie underneath his sweater. "Wait, hold on. That's stupid." Loki said distractedly. The final touch, Loki shrugged his coat on. He snuck a few throwing knives into his secret pockets and stuck a few more in his sleeves. He was ready to go. "I at least kinda want, like, a tranq gun, and a taser for all the people the tranq gun doesn't work on." He said, thinking out loud. Loki grabbed his keys and went out of his apartment, locking the door behind him. "I mean, I still kind of want the laser sword, it's just that I don't need it right now." Loki said, as he boarded the elevator. The elevator descended quickly to the ground floor and deposited Loki in the lobby. "Hey, Ruby, you still with me?" Loki asked, exiting the apartment quickly. "I kind of need directions. I have no idea where aperture is."

Several hours after watching the movie… "Alright, if I de-power the defensive protocols, will this new one be able to run the first program?" Alto asked. "Only if the detached part turns back into energy first, emperor." Theo replied. "That’s not exactly ideal but it’ll do." Alto said as he continued to type line after line of code, reconfiguring the programming of his Bio-Weapon. The movie that Theo had shown him had explained that his race always sought out the person who had the most potential in terms of changing its programming. He had also found out that Theo could make more of his race, and in that Alto had seen a golden opportunity. Today he was going to fulfil his dream, and nothing was going to stop him. As he added the finishing touches to his program, he reached out with his right arm to grab a LAN cable to connect his arm to the computer. "Alright Theo, run the program as soon as you finish downloading it." He said as he plugged the Bio-Weapon in. "As you wish, emperor." Theo replied. Alto watched as the glowing circle on the back of his left hand pulsate softly, and the program he had just created on the StuCorp computers uploaded into the Bio-Weapon. Seeing on his computer screen that the upload had finished, he unplugged the cable and tossed it aside. "Program initialized." Theo began. He didn’t usually say anything when running a program, but this one was special and Alto felt it would’ve been a nice touch. "Establishing creation parameters, adjusting settings." Theo continued. "Creation initializing, stand by." Alto watched as his left arm rose against his will. The glowing circle on the back of his hand grew brighter as he witnessed the creation of a new weapon. He shielded his eyes with his right arm as the Bio-Weapon emitted a huge flash of light. When his vision cleared, floating above the palm of the Bio-Weapon was a metallic, shiny black orb. The Nucleus of whatever the organisms were, this was what his program had created. In the movie he had watched, he’d learnt that The Original was able to create more of itself in this way, and when he’d asked Theo about whether or not he could change what the new Nucleus would be like, the answer had gotten him excited. Now that he’d created it, he had to put it somewhere. And he knew the perfect place for it. Grasping it with his left hand, he pulled up the sleeve on his right arm and drove the black-steel orb right into his flesh. He wasn’t expecting the pain. He hadn’t been expecting the process to hurt, though in retrospect, he probably should’ve been expecting it. Theo had gone into his arm with no pain at all, but Alto had programmed the Nucleus to look a certain way instead of just converting the base material on its own. Basically, he’d set it to deconstruct and then reconstruct his arm into a spiffy new robot arm, except he hadn’t programmed it to be painless. He was now feeling his arm being ripped into tiny little pieces starting from the fingers. And he knew it wouldn't end until it finished at the shoulder. "Emperor!" Theo said weakly. Theo had drained his energy creating the new Nucleus, and on top of that Alto had disabled most of the defensive protocols, one of which also lessened pain, to make sure that both of his arms would have enough energy to fully power their offensive protocols. In retrospect, he was severely regretting that decision. He was already on the verge of blacking out, the only thing keeping him up were the protocols Theo hadn’t wanted to override which kept him from passing out. Theo said deactivating it might mean that it would stay off indefinitely, but that might’ve been a good thing in this situation. Humans were meant to black out for a reason, after all. He felt the reconstruction reach his elbow, meaning he was still only a little bit over half-way. "Theo!" Alto gasped out through the pain. "Let me pass out damn it!" "But emperor, we may not be able to reactivate it again!" he replied. "I know! Just do it!" "Yes emperor!" Suddenly, the black spots before his eyes multiplied, as he felt himself growing limp. His vision faded into darkness as his consciousness started to cut out altogether. "Emperor!" Theo called to him. Alto’s mind snapped back to consciousness as he realized the pain had ended now. "Emperor, the construction has been completed!" Alto groggily sat up in his chair with a weary bleugh. That was an experience he didn't want to repeat. "Urgh…" He said, "That sucked." "The boot sequence should be starting soon…" Theo said. Suddenly, he heard another voice joining his mind. "Boot sequence initialized." The voice was seemed to be that of a very young girl for whatever reason. "Theo, why is the voice like that?" Alto asked weakly. "The Nucleus personality automatically adapts to you, emperor," he replied, "It's personality will become something you would want." "I wanted this?" Alto asked, but it wasn't really a question. "Known species detected, adapting defensive protocols, adapting personality sequence, adapting…" it continued. "I only ever used to want one thing, you know…" Alto said as he listened to the new voice. It was sort of nice to listen to he supposed, but what did that say about him? "What would that be emperor?" Theo asked. "Establishing organism uplink, other organisms found…" "I only ever wanted a rocket punch, Theo." Alto answered. "But that was a while ago, and now I have one." "Boot sequence completed. Constructor online." "And I named her weird too…" He said, groaning yet again. He lifted his new right arm so he could get a good look at it. He'd programmed it to juxtapose his left arm. His left arm was very sleek, the entire arm was divided into three segments; shoulder, forearm and hand, each one made of a single piece of blue-gray metal. It also had a glowing circle on the back of it, with a glowing line stretching from the bottom of it all the way to his shoulder. His right arm on the other hand, looked vastly different. It looked like it was made of black steel for one. It looked like something constructed, as if many parts had come together and it looked more like a machine. At least he hadn't stuffed up the appearance of the arm, but he'd sort of mistepped with all of the other aesthetics. And there was the pain, but he could live that. Pain was temporary, aesthetics lasted slightly longer. He supposed that's why the personality was automatically generated, because he forgot about it. ”Still, it should be functional...” Alto said to himself. "Hopefully." ((TL;DR Alto gets a new weapon (finally)! And no, you didn't miss the movie, it's just I can't finish it so I'm cutting it out.))

Dean was a little dumbfounded by her powers making the rocket disappear under her skirt,"Damn...that was one god damn weird power...she could make for a good alley Deany.." His sister spoke to him a soft whisper in his ear,She was planning something in her head something dark but he didn't know what was cooking in her head.That was when Adam came onto the scene the young man turning over and walking over to him but stopped a few feet away form him,"Hello...well someone is attacking us again...although i am glad to see a friendly face here.." He said pointing to the building where the ship was.

Adam listened to the pilots response and that's when a few old memories came back. No it couldn't have been her, could it? Adam had heard the pilot refer to the cause of his airplane's malfunction as a she. "Ruby" he said to himself as he used his gauntlet to do some research into the matter and after a bit of research he found out about her ability to manipulate certain electronics. He hadn't seen her for a long time not since she had went rogue and crippled his father. This act had made him angry and he desired to catch her and bring her back to the government for justice. Now it seemed like she was getting stronger and this troubled him. "I think I know who it might be. This girl by the name of Ruby use to be a government experiment and when she escaped she crippled m father, I have been hoping to catch her someday. She can control machines so I would not come to close to her next time so that this doesn't happen again" Adam said to the pilot through his communicator. Dean then came up to talk to him. "We need to figure out our next plans before we jump into action, right now things are looking bad for us and if we fail to stop the ones responsible for the all this chaos then we might be hunted down and eliminated.

"Mmh well I could try to trap her with the near by trees among other...objects here.." Dean said looking over to the ship and then the figure that jumped off of the roof to the ground,"I think we should act soon...your white whale is trying to escape..." Dean looked over to the figure that thought could be Ruby. "If you plan on capturing her...then we will have to use non metal objects..." Dean added with a slow sigh.

When Adam saw where Dean was pointing to his spotted Ruby and he quickly got into action. After so long he had found her and now he was going to try and capture her. "We had better go after her, maybe she could give an answer to all this chaos and she will face justice for her crimes" he said to Dean as he began to run towards Ruby who had gotten on some type of vehicle. Adam created an assault rifle construct and picked up his pace as he sprinted like an Olympic level athlete towards her. "Freeze Ruby! I will shoot you if you don't put your hands up and step away from the vehicle!" he shouted in her direction as he rushed towards her.

"God damn it...." Dean muttered to himself runnin along side Adam,He moved the motocycle form Ruby far away so she would have no place to go."We can get her Dean...then we can make her suffer for the death of out friends..." Jenni whispered in his ear,Dean of course tired to ignore it but it kept coming back to him like a bad headache the young man holding his hand out to move objects to try to capture Ruby.

"Hey, where are you two going?" Light said, preoccupied with the gunship that was hovering above. Making sure the aircraft couldn't hurt anyone else, Light followed Adam and Dean to wherever they were going. Of course she was much slower then the pair, so it took her longer to get to the action scene than it did them. By the time she had gotten there, it appeared the two had already made a plan and were executing it, apparently fighting a woman that she guessed they chased because she was what had caused the attack with the jet fighter. Trying to be stealthy, Light circled around the fight and waited behind where Ruby was, ready to jump on her if she got near, or an opportunity for it. She had the feeling she wouldn't have to wait too long...

Ruby stopped suddenly, hearing Adam approach her and command her to turn and put her hands up. "I'll speak to you later, Loki." She murmured, dropping the call without letting him reply as she turned to face the man who was meant to father the next line of super-soldiers. Looking around, she took note of another man who seemed to be edging closer to her bike which was good - it was fully weaponised and could be dangerous if he tried to do anything to it. Strangely, she felt the presence of a nearby missile which seemed to be stationary so she assumed someone was standing with a missile, for whatever reason that was. Turning slowly, she didn't put her hands up. Instead, she stared at him from behind the mask he couldn't see past. That seemed to stop him from edging any closer. Reaching up, she dragged her hair from the ponytail she had fixed it in and decided to capitalise on one of the Phoenix Suit's newer features. With a small flex of her powers, the suit suddenly began to slide back in on itself, exposing her barely-covered body underneath. The suit itself slid back on itself until it was a long piece of metal that traced her spine and down along her arms. "You're not going to shoot me Adam, stop waving that thing about." With a roll of her eyes, she reached behind herself and drew a small weapon that resembled something like a gun. She probably would have been gunned down if she didn't turn it against herself, placing the cold butt of the weapon just below her stomach. "In fact, you're going to call your lap-dogs off and walk back to where you came from." She smirked softly, rotating her head to watch him curiously as she padded a few steps closer. "Would you like to know why? It is a very curious reason but if you had a headpiece on, they would be screaming at you to stand down. You see, Adam, this weapon is a high-velocity punching round. At this positioning and angle, it will pierce my womb causing severe internal bleeding. My chances of survival will be around one hundred per cent but my chances of sustaining life-harbouring capabilities will fall to zero." "You're probably terribly confused so allow me to explain. Project Genesis was never shut down. If it was, I would have a kill-order on my person and I would be dead. Instead, I have a detainment order on my head. You're still alive and I'm still capable of carrying children so Genesis is not dead. The moment any of those changes, Genesis is destroyed and anyone involved is blacklisted. This includes you, your father and your mother." She smiled softly, reaching up with her free hand to gently run her fingers along his sharp stubble. "They can't risk something like that getting out. There would truly be an uprising then." Looking up into his eyes with her brilliantly blue ones, she sighed a little. "Imagine that, Adam: your beautiful, noble America would be destroyed." "Tell me, what were your plans? Were you intending to rape me to get the job done? To serve America as a true hero? God, maybe you could even sing Star-spangled banner while you did the deed." She was taunting him now, cruelly making him suffer with indecision - family or country?