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~Teen Titans~ LET'S GO!

To my understanding, the creature is coming from less of a 'horizon' direction and more being punted up through the roof.

From Ashes We Rise: The Galaxy At Large

Pentious

Forge-Beta

Deep in the core databanks of the ship that had been converted into the heart of Forge-Alpha lay instructions and rites that had largely gone unused by the residents of Pentious. The original goal of their expedition had been to brave the uncertainties of the galaxy in order to locate long abandoned colonies and planets of humanity, with a priority being set to locate lost forgeworlds; As such, the fleet had been granted the knowledge of how to undertake the task of restoration of a forgeworld, ranging from the best case scenario of maintenance and repairs for simple neglect and disuse to catastrophic levels of damage caused by a variety of sources.

The level of damage that Forge-Beta had undergone due to its history of warfare and its occupation by the orks was utterly unacceptable; In fairness, the fact that any damage at all had befallen the Forge during its existence was unacceptable; The damage done during the reclamation led by Rik was regrettable, but forgivable. Even more so due to the damage being limited to the more optimistic of calculations that had been brought forth.

On the physical side of things there was plenty of work that was going to need to be done. The orkish 'tech' needed to be torn out or destroyed and the spores of the greenskins purged from the facility, least further orks start spawning inside the walls. The walls themselves were largely intact and after several scans and surveys were deemed to be acceptable for the short term; While many weapons would need to be replaced and temporary sensor systems set up, the physically barrier itself could be left for the time being until the planet was more stable and thus tearing out part of the defensive walls to replace them with proper human construction rather then some ramshackle ork crap didn't risk Beta being overrun again.

The spirits of the Forge however... that was a lot more complicated.

Some of the machine spirits of the Forge had, despite all the years under Greenskin slavery, responded to the call to arms of their former human masters and caretakers. These were among some of the first to undergo inspection and treatment. Those tech priests who were blessed with the task were more than honored to do so as these resilient machine spirits deserved their long overdue maintained rites. Some were more... complicated then others.

The occupation had taken their toll on them and while they had still been willing to aid the returns of humanity, some where more corrupted and damaged then others. Three of them were feared to be so far gone as to be beyond help, but when these concerns were raised Myrmdon Uixien took time away from his other duties to personally try and bring these heroic spirits back from the brink.

The recordings of Myrmdon Uixien's efforts would be shared and actively be used as an advanced course for those inducted into the higher callings of the machine cult in regard to advanced maintenance protocols and repair for for a badly damaged machine spirit. An eye opening experience at just what a tech priest could truly do if they put their minds to it and what kind of damage could be undone if you were creative and dedicated enough... along side what couldn't be.

Of the three machine spirits, two made recoveries that would have been considered miraculous if it wasn't for the evidence of the work that went into saving them. There was no miracle for the third one.

It had been the machine spirit of one of the secondary power grids that the orks had enslaved and abused to a somewhat noticeable degree more than most, slaved to provide power to the abominations devised by the mek boys. When the call came, it answered by overloading itself in order to destroy said devices, killing and maiming a surprising number of greenskins in the process. It had been abused and poorly maintained for a long time and in the end that final act of rebellion against its slavers was its final moment of clarity from the insanity of program corruption that had been eating away at it for years.

No one would ever be able to claim that Myrmdon Uixien hadn't done everything he could to try and perform a third 'miracle', but despite what analysts reviewing the process that Rik used would label as a 'superhuman effort', in the end all Uixien could do was bow his end in restrained sorrow and perform one of the rites of deletion to euthanize the machine spirit and end its pain.

As he turned to return to his duties, Myrmdon Uixien turned to those observing (and recording) and made a brief statement that was observed by those watching those recordings for educational purposes down the line. "In a triage situation, I would have terminated that poor machine spirit without hesitation so that I could focus on those that might still be saved. This was not a triage situation... and for surviving all this time, battered and tortured by the orks as it was while managing to retain enough of itself to raise up when the call of liberation finally came without being deafened or broken beforehand... To give it anything short of my best would have been disrespectful to it."

~Teen Titans~ LET'S GO!

Jump City had, in recent years, undergone a number of strange situations. The bizarre and alien had become somewhat mundane to witness on a day to day basis, in part due to the actual alien lifeforms that were showing up. Exactly where Captain Marvel flying through the sky while carrying what appeared to be a slightly misshapen giant of a man ranked on the number of weird and wacky sights was somewhat debatable.

Regardless, it was a scene that happened... and without much in the way of ceremony beyond making sure that Bob touched down on the roof nearby the T-Jet safely, Captain Marvel offered Robin, Lio and any other titan that happened to have left it a small salute before pulling back without a word; Clearly keeping his word in that he intended to observe the situation and be in a position to swoop in if need be, but otherwise leaving things to their own devices.

Bob for his part seemed to look between the various people that would make up the team that he was going to be on before offering a warm smile and a small wave... before remembering himself and clearing his throat as he went 'professional' mode. "'ello. I'm Bob. So w'o are we saving? Name isn't important, just a quick rundown of w'at t'ey look like." One could argue that it was a silly statement to make on a rescue mission, but Bob didn't have access to the full, updated roster of the Teen Titans; If there were several costumed people involved in the situation, knowing which costume is the one you're meant to be helping was a lot better then a name without a face.

From Ashes We Rise : The Imperium Is Born

Osric

Character Name:
Osric Sabine

Rank/Role:
The first successful test subject of Geneseed sample 8.
Founding member of the 8th Legion.

Appearance:
Originally a dark skinned, semi-successful underhive ganger from the Hives of Merica who stood at 6'3 feet tall and managed to get enough food to have some serious muscle to go with his height. Extensive surgery and gene therapy have resulted in him gaining a great deal more mass and height then he had before. At the time of being considered successful enough to leave the laboratory for some proper field tests Osric was shaved bald, through it remains to be seen if his black hair will grow back.

His left eye is organic with a black iris while his right is a bionic implant of fairly good quality that was installed after he received the treatments and experiments successfully.

Biography:
In the long history of Terra during the horrors of Old Night, countless billions, if not trillions of humans lived short and brutal lives, attempting to fight for survival on a harsh and often cruel world. The number of those lives cut short in the inherently violent depths of the underhives of Merica are impossible for mortal men to know, as little in the way of record keeping is able to survive contact with such lawless places.

Osric was originally doomed to be one of these countless, faceless people who lived and died unknown and unheralded. Born in the depths of the Hive city of Detroit, it was fully expected that he would live there until the day he died... which in a world where law and order was simply what the strong opted to impose upon the weak generally wasn't a very long time. Osric doesn't know how many siblings he actually has or when along the line he was actually born, but he was neither the first nor the last. He was however one of the four that would live long enough to actually be given a name at the age of six.

He was young when he joined 'Technical Support', one of many violent gangs that had arisen locally in the name of survival. Unlike many such gangs through, Technical Support generally had a knack for operating and repairing the various pieces of tech and long abandoned systems of their underhive home which allowed them to crave out a rather sizeable and relatively stable chunk of territory for themselves.

Osric proved himself to be a rather successful ganger who managed to gather a pretty solid crew around him over the years; While the idea of him being successful enough to literally move up into the upper hive like some of the truly high ranked members of the gang had done before was laughable, he and his crew always had enough to eat with access to fairly reliable medical services from a doc that was part of the crew. However, the relatively comfortable existence they had managed to crave out for themselves wasn't enough for Osric and his people, so when rumors of a piece of technology worth enough to earn a crew lives in the upper hive located somewhere down in the depths of the hive started to spread, they took it.

The 'rumor', as it turned out, was planted by agents of the Emperor who wished to locate and capture some prime Merican test subjects for the Emperor's legion project. As is the nature of underhive gang politics and warfare, the hunt for this non-existent bounty of technology caused a great deal of carnage and bloodshed, with only the strongest, cunning and most brutal of gangs and crews not only making it down to the level that these agents had set themselves up to 'recruit' them, but actually survive down there for any length of time.

Osric and his crew were not the only ones that were subdued and shipped back to be made use of by the Emperor in the creation of the next generation of genetically enhanced super solders, but they were the only ones who were selected to be implanted with the geneseed of the 8th Primarch.

Of the original 11 people subjected to testing out the suitability of the 8th Primarch's geneseed, 6 of them survived; A highly promising result, considering the process was still in need of refinement and the fact that few of the groups connected to other primarchs had more then one or two survivors at best. Future test subjects would further prove that Merican's genetic pool tended to respond best with the 8th Primarch and despite not being under the banner of the Lord of Lightning just yet, were listed as a future recruiting pool for the 8th legion.

Of the surviving 6, Osric proved the most promising in that his body and mind proved the most accepting of the changes it was undergoing. As such, not only has he undergone the experimental process the quickest, but recovered from it the fastest as well. As such, he is considered active enough to be able to undergo field testing, even as the rest of the first 'squad' are being worked on.

~Teen Titans~ LET'S GO!

While in truth they weren't waiting all that long, Bob couldn't help but feel nervous. Excited. Both? Regardless, staying still was difficult, through he put the effort in to try and keep the worst of the fidgeting under control for appearances sake.

The door was soon opened and... they were told that the Titans were busy and to come back later. Even with a recommendation on where to spend the time while waiting. This... was not what Bob had been expecting and glancing at Captain Marvel, neither was he. As Bob started to nervously scratch at the back of his neck, it was Captain Marvel that spoke up "Look, I understand that sometimes things unexpectedly pop up but... I can't be in Jump City for several hours simply hanging around, eating pizza and enjoying an arcade today and leaving Bob alone in a city he has never been in before and where he doesn't know anyone when he has never been in a city in general simply isn't an option." He didn't sound upset or angry, just laying the cards on the table.

There was a brief pause, before it was a nervous Bob that spoke up as he asked "W'at's the situation? Maybe I can 'elp." It was hard to say if Bob spoke with an accent or if it was a bit of a speech impediment, but other way he turned to Captain Marvel and bashfully asked "...Mig't need a left. Is t'at okay?"

"Oh yeah Buddy, I can make sure you get there." Marvel offered with a grin and a friendly pat on the upper arm; He couldn't quite reach shoulder height without flying. "You okay with me just observing and seeing how you do? I trust you and the Titans will be fine, but I'll jump in if things start to go really bad."

With a smile and a nod from Bob, both Bob and Captain Marvel turned to look down at the smaller Lio, waiting to get updated on just what situation the Titans were dealing with and how aid might be provided.

From Ashes We Rise: The Galaxy At Large

Pentious

Forge Beta

Originally called Forge Beta by its human creators, what was once a bastion of technology and humanity had long fallen into disgrace and defilement. It had been denied the dignity of complete destruction in its final moments of human control, instead having been gutted by under-powered self destruction rituals in a last ditch attempt to take as many of the Greenskins with it as possible and prevent those that came after easy access to its facilities.

Unfortunately, Orks were nefarious for their ability to 'loot' just about anything they set their minds too. The fact that Forge Beta had been badly damaged wasn't overly that important to them and their Mek Boys descended upon it like scavengers using its corpse as the foundation for their new nest.

Forge Beta was an abomination, its human origins still poking out in defiance in some places but otherwise bent and twisted to the will of the Greenskins. Spikes, weapons of all variety (almost all of them unleashing a deafening noise when fired) and walls that on the surface appeared to be scrape metal wielded together in some cases... or stuck together with the Orks own dung in others. All of it lambasted with the hideous browns and reds of the Kneekapperz tribe.

Mere hours ago, an invasion army of orks left the Forge behind in order to march on the overstretched and underpowered Toothbreakerz tribe to stomp 'em good and bring their turf under Kneekapperz' control.

Mere hours later, five or so damaged trucks with battered and injured orks clinging to the side rolled back up the road in order to return.

There was a degree of confusion among the Greenskins at the main gate, but even as word was sent to the Boss that some of the boyz sent out had come back, the big ork sitting in the shotgun seat in the lead truck leaned out the broken window and shouted up one of the correct pass phases in a voice that sounded a bit like a radio turned all the way up ("OPEN THE BLOODY GATE OR I'LLZ SMAZH YA HEADZ IN!!!") so the gate was opened and the trucks came inside.

The orks that stepped off the truck were strange to the eyes of their fellow greenskins. They were clearly orks, even if all of them were covered in stitch marks, missing limbs or inflicted with a variety of burns (often in combination with each other), but the stiffened why they moved around, gazing off into the distance as they dumbly walked forward.

The majority of the veterans of Waargh Kracker'Laker had died with the Warboss himself years ago, but there were still one or two boys around who recognized the look, through had never witnessed it on an Ork before. This was something that happened sometimes to other races when the boys had stomped on them good and were taking slaves, one or two of them might simply be so overwhelmed by defeat that something... broke in them. They generally didn't last long as slaves, but to see such a thing happen to a fellow ork was... unnatural. Unnerving even. These broken orks didn't seem inclined to talk to anyone and they just dumbly walked off... and they were given the space to do so by Orks that honestly didn't want to catch defeat or whatever it was they had.

As the trucks pulled to a stop and the big ork in the front stepped out, it was clear that they had likewise suffered harm in the manner of his fellow survivors. Stitching had clearly been used almost to put all of his limbs and parts of his torso back together, different shades of orkish green flesh suggesting that the parts used might not have all originally been his own. The skin on his face was discolored further, as where his eyes should have been, a glowing red light was all that was in their place. A speaker of sorts was sticking out of his throat, clearly allowing what must have been a very injured ork the ability to speak; Some doc had gotten a field day out of him and he had been in bad enough condition to let it happen.

Even as the big ork was barking radio like orders at his fellow survivors, the air nearby crackled with unnatural energy as, with a flash of light, Mekboss Thumper manifested from his teleportation, causing the stupid gretchen that had been standing there that hadn't gotten out of the way fast enough to explode as a thick, metal leg suddenly appeared inside of him. No one noticed, or cared beyond the Mekboss shaking some of the gore off as he walked forward.

"WHY YOUS GROTS BACK ALREADY?! AND WITHOUT THE WARBOSS OF THE TOOTHBREAKERZ SKULL!" The massive ork rumbled as he lurched forward on his mismatched legs, stopping every now and then to shake off some more gretchen meat. Despite the mismatched legs, Mekboss Thumper towered over the ork that had taken over what remained of the broken invasion force, even at the distance between them. The height difference only grew more pronounced as the Mekboss drew closer, as the power klaw on the boss' left hand was almost as big as the ork he was yelling at.

The radio that was pulling duty as a voice box crackled to life as it answered in a grainy tone "HUMANIES SET UP AN AMBUSH WITHIN THE CRAPPY TOOTHBREAKERZ ONE! MAYBE IF YOU WERE ACTUALLY THERE INSTEAD OF SITTING AROUND HERE ON YA FAT ASS LIKE A STUFFED DINNER SQUIG, WE MIGHT HAVE NOTICED IT BEFORE IT WENT OFF!"

Ork settlements of any kind tended to be loud places and silence was just something that never happened until after the explode that consumed it had faded away, but right then and there the closest thing to stunned silence that could exist around living orks settled in as every greenskin in the vicinity turned towards their warboss and this recently 'promoted' nob. There were some things that Orks didn't say or do unless they were either completely confident they could win the resulting fight or they actively wanted to die; Calling the Boss a stuffed dinner squig to his face in front of all the boyz was a challenge for a fight to the death if ever there was one and regardless of the outcome, this was gonna be good!

Mekboss Thumper blinked several times as he looked at this patchwork of an ork that had dared to yell an insult back at him in stunned silence; Getting insulted by another ork that was challenging him for Boss of the tribe was a very normal occurrence, but normally challengers were bigger and stronger and generally had an actual chance. This was honestly the first time he had ever seen an ork commit suicide by Warboss, but as the rage at the impudence of the little frakker started to boil his blood, Mekboss Thumper stepped forward, his power klaw shooting out and snapping around this unworthy challenger faster then would be believed before....

...The crushing of metal instead of bone?

The explosion that followed was large and consuming in that the ork body in the klaw was completely destroyed as the blasting charges implanted into its body went off. The klaw itself was blown asunder, rendered useless even as the Mekboss' defensive shielding flared to life; While the shield likely hadn't been the difference between life and death since any ork claiming to be a Boss tended to be a rather tanky bastard, it did manage to protect him from the worst effects of having a blasting charge exploding in ones face.

The orks in the crowd weren't so lucky.

While they had been far enough away from the Mekboss and his 'challenger' to avoid that explosion, what few if any of them had noticed was a number of 'surviving' orks from the trucks slipping into the crowd about to watch the fight. Confusion and panic surged among the greenskins as a wave of powerful explosions suddenly ripped through their ranks, killing and maiming seemingly at random as attempts to find out what the zorg was going on were failing to get anywhere.

Then the trucks opened up and the Skitarii inside opened fire on targets of importance as squads of Myrmidons charged in order to get in close.

From the front truck, Myrmidon Uixien seemed to manifest as he launched himself at Mekboss Thumper.

The engagement between the two of them lasted a total of 7 seconds. Despite the loss of his klaw and dealing with being knocked off balance by the explosion, Mekboss Thumper had been able to parry the first blow of Uixien's axe with the broken remains of his klaw, endured the blast of plasma to the chest as the barrel was physically shoved through the shield before being fired and managed to get his zap gun up and pointed at his foe because a backhand from Uixien knocked it off target. The struggle ended quickly as the rad-gun was unloaded into his face, destroying his organic eye and causing his mechanical one to freak out before the second and third blows from the axe came down, ending the Mekboss' life.

The second target that Uixien turned to was a nob that had managed to survive the explosions to the point where he had managed to defend himself against one of the assaulting Myrmidoms by slamming a power klaw of his own into the poor woman's chest and yanking out a lot of her torso, tossing her wounded but still alive body to the ground with the intention of finishing her off. It didn't get the chance to before Uixien was upon it.

As some of the Skitarii broke from their fireteam in order to pull the badly wounded Myrmidom to the relative safety of the trucks and medical aid, Uixien scooped up her fallen axe in his off hand and proceeded to wield both in a whirlwind of death, striking down any foe that dared to get his attention for any length of time.

Somewhere else within the former Forge, additional explosions started to go off. Defensive weapons were taken out of commission and the main gate of the stronghold started to grind open again, this time with no intention of closing. As the entrance way to Forge Beta started to run low on orks and begin to look somewhat secured, one of the Myrmidom covered in orkish blood pulled out a flare gun and fired off a blue flare into open sky outside. In the distance, outside of sight from the forge turned orkish stronghold, a variety of transports flared to life as they started to race across the terrain. The reconquest of Pentious by its rightful owners had began!

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The reconquest of Forge Beta was not done in a single day.

Purging greenskins from anywhere tended to take time, no matter how many advantages had been gained going into it. The extermination of the invasion force they had sent out prior followed by the death of their Warboss alongside a respectable number of orks in the opening moments went a long way, but orks by nature were stubborn bastards who didn't know when they were meant to be dead yet and rarely accepted defeat until there were no orks left alive.

Inciting what machine spirits remained that were willing to listen to the Tech Priests had resulted in a number of Forge Beta's long neglected systems that had somehow survived orkish occupation being employed to help in the cleansing, through it was clear that Forge Beta was going to have to undergone in intensive campaign to cleanse each and every system and restore it to proper function again. So many malware and data daemons created by the ork's savage abuses and mockery of science that would need to be undone and put to rest...

The orkish defenders took their grim toll in quite a number of human lives and ceremonies of mourning had already being scheduled to take place once Forge Beta was properly secured and defensible once again. A sad reality of conflict and war, but the pain of losing those good people was somewhat offset by the balm that they had given their lives for a victorious win. One that came at much less of a cost then predictions had feared. They may have died, but they died retaking a forge that had been lost to humanity for far to long and they would be honored as heroes for it.

As the mastermind behind the gambit that opened Forge Beta to reclaimation, alongside the one who felled the Warboss of the tribe holding it and the wholesale slaughter of a number of orkish defenders from the original breach and throughout the operation to reclaim Forge Beta as a whole, Rik Uixien would be granted a great deal of prestige and credit for the success. His plan to take orkish corpses from the original ambush and turning them into makeshift servitors to be puppeteered by tech priests remotely in order to better infiltrate the main gate, give the vanguard as much of an opening advantage as possible and sabotage defenses while forcing open the main gate had been a topic of some debate prior to the operation, but its overwhelming success had vindicated it.

Success would cause new problems of course; The cleansing and restoration of Beta, purging the lands between Forges Alpha and Beta of orkish life so that logistical networks could be safely organized, patrolling those secured areas to ensure they stay secured... but as far as problems were concerned they were a pleasure to have.

~Teen Titans~ LET'S GO!

@ThisIsFine

Understood. We'll try and keep you in the loop.

~Teen Titans~ LET'S GO!

And Bob has entered the Rp.

Captain Marval will not be around long. But someone had to come and help make the introductions and he seemed the perfect candidate.

~Teen Titans~ LET'S GO!

Bob didn't like the teleporter.

It was hard to put into words, describing why he disliked the primary method in which the Justice League traveled between their station and Earth, but there was a primal, almost animal fear that whenever the bright light started that something would go horribly, terribly wrong between the moments of disappearing and reappearing on the other side. For those important moments, his life was in the hands of people who he didn't know using technology he didn't understand.

The fact that he wasn't teleporting alone did make him feel a bit better about the whole thing through. As the pair of them materialized on what seemed to be an island with a massive T rising up in the middle of it, Bob took a second to shake himself off before looking at his escort to meet the team he was told about and offered a smile as he started to relax and the worst had clearly passed. "T'anks for coming, Captain."

A strong hand reached out and smacked Bob on the back, force that would knock down a normal human simply causing a slight ruffle in Bob's shirt as Captain Marval answered "No problem Bob. Now come on, let's go and introduce you to your new friends."

Bob liked Captain Marval; While there had been a number of heroes that had spent time with him and his friends over the last two years, Captain Marval made a point of hanging out with them in a more informal way whenever he could. It was nice to have someone you could just sit and talk about cartoons with or who wasn't afraid of having an arm wrestle. It was nice to have an adult who wasn't afraid of being childish in an earnest way, rather then just pretending to humor them at times. The fact that the Captain had offered to be the one who tagged along to make the first direct introductions meant a lot too.

So it was that the pair walked towards the door of Titan Tower in order to announce their presence, completely ignorant of what was going on inside or in the greater Jump City area.

~Teen Titans~ LET'S GO!

Bob

Appearance:
'Bob' as he has come to be known stands at an intimidating nine feet tall with wide shoulders and whose body mass suggests that he is more solid then most walls. While clearly human in origin, the unnatural size of his body when compared to the average human combined with the fact that he seems to lack the health issues that commonly plagued those with gigantism suggests unnatural origins; A theory that gains ground quickly when one looks closely enough to see the old, faint but visible surgical scars in strategic locations.

It's clear he's been punched in the face rather hard a number of times and those have left their mark, but his face still maintains a degree of chubbiness and his blue eyes seems to hold something of an innocence to them. His hair, such as it is, is kept either very short or outright shaved off, but his eyebrows reveal that he has blond-brown colored hair.

Name:
Robert

Nickname:
Bob
Honest Bob.

Alias:
Bob

Age:
17

Gender:
Male

Species/Race:
Human (Genetically enhanced/experiment)

Powers/Abilities:
Bob possesses superhuman strength, durability and endurance. During tests at the Justice League after being recovered in order to test the extent of his abilities, in a purely physical contest it was found that he could engage in a spar with core members of the Justice League (Wonder Woman, Superman, ect). He couldn't win these spars due to a combination of the experience gap and lacking the super speed and agility required to keep up, but he could tank their hits and those blows of his that landed could cause pretty solid damage in return.

Brawler: Bob is not a martial artist. He hasn't learned any recognized form of martial arts or self defense. He does however know how to punch and kick things and he's got the raw supernatural might to make them count regardless of where they hit with the ability to tank blows in return.

Supernaturally Strong Willed: Bob possesses an insanely strong will. This is utterly surprising to many due to his lack of basic education and low intelligence making them believe he is weak minded, but the truth is that if he decides on a course of action or that something needs to be done, it's going to happen no matter what. Making him do something he doesn't want to do is a nightmare to attempt.

Backstory:
Memories of his life before the abduction when he was seven are hazy at best. He knows that he is American, but he can't remember the state or city he grew up near. He remembers memories of his mother and sister, but he cannot remember their names or even what they actually looked like. He cannot even remember his last name, only remembering that his name is Robert because his mother called him that, but everyone else called him Bob for short.

What is known for certainty is that when he was seven years old, he was one of many children across the Americas (North and South) that were taken by a criminal organization that were performing human experiments to try and create superhuman dumb muscle able to stand up to and combat the various super humans/aliens that were on Earth to be sold to whomever wanted to buy the results.

Children were collected and submitted to these experiments due to cold, unethical progress; It was found that pre-teens between the ages of 4 to 8 took to the treatments best in both stability and results. It also allowed them to better 'mold' their uneducated minds to put the 'dumb' in dumb muscle. It took eight years in order to perform all the treatments to let the results settle and the time between surgeries was generally used to condition the 'product' to be loyal, obedient and prone to violence.

This would have been Bob's fate... had the Justice League not caught wind of what was going on very quickly after the first wave of these genetically modified brutes hit the black market and tracked them back down to the source and shut it down with a fury rarely seen.

In the aftermath, there was the major problem of what to do with the 'product' created by the now broken criminal group. Many children were able to go home with a variety of treatments done to reverse the tampering that had happened to them, but Bob was not so lucky. After a point, what was done couldn't be undone and since he was more or less finished and they had simply been waiting the last time period to let his genetics settle before selling him off, Bob was well beyond the line of no return.

Since there was no evidence of where he originally came from and letting Bob and those like him wander around free with their inhuman strength and conditioned to be criminal dumb muscle was an insanely bad idea, Bob and those like him became a ward of the Justice League so that they could have their conditioning broken and given the education they had been denied so that they could be apart of the world rather then just a thing to be used for dark intent.

Bob being sent to join the Teen Titans is something of a trail run; A chance to see how well he can do outside of the League's direct oversight... and give him the chance to at least be a teenager.

Fandom origin: OC

Personality:
Bob is surprisingly kind and gentle for someone of his size, strength and background once the violent conditioning was broken. He is also possessed of a child like desire to help others and be a hero. Bob is neither smart nor educated, but he values both and actively strives to push himself to improve his mind, even if he is clearly very far behind those in his age group.

Other:
Despite appearances, Bob isn't stupid; He was conditioned to not think for himself and was denied education, but he is actually one of the fastest learners among his genetically enhanced kind. He can read at an elementary school level and understands basic mathematics. He can't actually write through... he lacks the fine motor control needed to do so properly.

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