I stood atop my bridge, feeling the water rush through my clothes, my jacket waving gently in the current my prow made as it cut through the calm deep sea. The planets Global Positioning System put me well within range of what is called the Rhode Island Sound. Current images from satellites in orbit placed my objective currently engaged in minor combat at a place called Happy Harbor and within approximately twenty meters of its water front.

Simulations using the most up to date nautical charts of the region give me a thirty-three percent chance of entering the harbor unseen by remaining submerged but with the time of day and tide being out there is a high probability that my uppermost antennae's and radar dishes will pierce or in the least cause visible distortions in the water and current on the surface.

I pondered my options and in the end my simulations offered me very little. Making the choice I primed my Graviton Ballasts and allowed my large hull to slowly surface.

I closed my eyes as my Mental Model breached the surface adjusting my optical arrays for the added light in the split second before opening them again.

Waving my hand, I allowed my Digital Ring to expand, screens opening up within the data. I manipulated a few of the hundreds of sensors that dotted my hull and zoomed in gathering data on what I saw.

My target was indeed in a battle, though on the little data I had gathered visually I was given very little for my simulations to work off of I was not able to determine if he was succeeding in defeating his foe.

Even as I watched I saw another being get launched through the air towards my target, followed by a small personal boat.

Adopting a human mannerism that I have witnessed I bit my lip as I thought. Deciding that my previous course of action wasn't accurate I allowed my hull to submerge once more and reduced engine output as much as possible to limit how visible I would be on the surface.

I would not be able to easily approach the harbor on my hull, the large body would not be able to remain submerged much longer without contacting the waterbed, even now I had mere meters before my hull scraped and that was only going to shrink the closer I got.

Nodding to myself I cut engine power completely reversing it for a few seconds to stop all my forward speed. I ran forward, my mental model not being affected by the weight distortion that being underwater caused. With another wave of my hand I summoned the hexagonal plates of energy that made up my Wave-force armor casting them in such a way that I was climbing to the waters surface.

I breached the water in seconds and continued to run, my speed above that of a normal human being and the plates being generated just above the waters surface acting as if they were solid ground.

An odd sense of worry assaulted my core as simulations of my target being harmed before I could make contact with him were generated without my prompting. I sped up my progress moving almost as fast as some of those odd land based vehicles called automobiles that humans are so proud of.

Within minutes I got to the harbor, having angled so I wasn't within direct sight of being spotted by the combatants. It wouldn't do to be spotted before I was ready. I easily vaulted the almost two meters towards the side walk on top of the sea wall and made my way towards a building for cover.

Rounding the corner of the brick building and walking through a small alley I was finally able to spot the fight with my own visual sensors.

A dust cloud was just in front of the group which consisted of my target and his allies, on the other side just visible was the opponent sans both arms and many body panels. Scans showed that it was an exo-suit designed for a single human occupant.

The cloud was quick to disperse with the help of the breeze coming in from the water. Right in what would have been the middle of it I see the majority of a large boulder that looked to have been unearthed in the fight. Approaching it was one of my targets allies, a female with red hair and green pigmented skin. Another human approached her, this one a smaller male that adopted a hostile stance.

Seeing what could be a human interaction taking place I increased the sensitivity of my audio sensors to listen in. "Don't know how things are done on mars, but on earth we don't execute our captives!"

The female adopted what visual references dictated as a smug look before responding. "You said you'd trust me," raising her hand I was surprised to see the boulder mimicking the motion, rising into the air to show the smashed remains of what appeared to be an artificial human being. "That's why I couldn't read his mind,"

Seeing all I needed to I began my approach, having no need to rush I took it at a leisurely pace. The humans were in a semi-circle around the remains none of them looking towards me so I had no worry of being spotted yet. Feeling suddenly worried I tucked my hands into my jackets pockets and pulled it around me covering my short sleeved white shirt with the bullseye and dark green cargo shorts. My red sneakers were just visible beneath the hem of my jacket which almost scrapped the ground. I ignored the green hair that got brushed in front of my eyes by the breeze, being annoyed but not overtly bothered by it.

It wasn't until I was within a few feet of my target that someone finally noticed. Coincidently it was my target that noticed me.

"You should not be here, it is not safe to be this close to a fight," he told me the slightest of frowns on his face.

I cocked my head, nodding in agreement. "Agreed, for normal beings it would be dangerous,"

My wording was not lost on his allies which had turned at his sentence to face me. They had all taken different stances. One, the large male with a similar build to my target had crossed his arms over his chest but the tautness of his visible muscles showed he was ready to attack. The taller male was relaxed his goggled eyes sweeping up and down my form in an appraising fashion, I frowned at him to show my displeasure of his actions. The final male seemed almost indifferent, but the way his head was cocked showed his curiosity. The female had a frown similar to mine but hers seemed more inquisitive, even as I watched her eyes widened and she took a step back.

Her mouth opened in a small 'o' of shock before she spoke. "I can't read her mind either,"

My target offered her a brief nod of understanding before glancing at me, his body stiffening in an obvious show of caution. I stopped my approach when I was out of easy striking distance. I ran simulations based off of the data of the fight I had gathered, I would need to watch out for the speed of the tall male and the abilities of my target most of all.

"What's with all the androids?" Tall male exclaimed throwing his hands up in the air.

"I am no android," I corrected him. "I am a Mental-model,"

"Which is?" Small male asked.

I glanced at him before returning my attention towards my target. "I am the humanized construct of my core, designed to emulate and interact with human persons and learn their way to better understand,"

"Understand what?" My target asked. It was not lost on me how when he asked that question he had stepped forward, the female mirroring his action with a step back to be at the rear of the group. The larger male took a miniscule step to his right, widening his stance and releasing his arms from their crossed position. The tall male also took a single step back and shifted to balance his weight on his toes. The small male relaxed even more, his right hand moving casually to his pocket where the smallest hint of a round object sat.

"Understand why we exist, why we do what we do?" I answered. I took my own step back removing my hands from my pockets and let my jacket drift open once more.

"Why come here then?"

I cocked my head to the side in a gesture that was becoming common to my Mental-model. "I apologise I thought my actions explained that reasoning. No matter, I am here for you, my target,"

In all my simulations not once did I think that the wording of that phrase would make a difference to current interactions.

With a roar the large male lunged forward fist flying in a punch that would have been hard to follow if I was human.

I shifted leaning back from his first swing before catching his second one in my hand. He had a moment to register shock before I twisted my back to him and pulled his arm over my shoulder flipping him up and over my head with such force that he flew for several meters before hitting the ground and rolling.

In the next second I swiped my hand to the side casting my Wave-force armor in a ramp like shape over me. A cry from the barely visible blur signalled the tall mal getting airborne from his speed.

I manipulated my jacket during all of that casting it up in a round shield to catch the thrown explosives which detonated in the next second and twisted up with my right leg out catching the small male on his should and launching him to the side by several meters.

My target was the next to move, coming at me with solidified water as his weapon. I caught his wrist and insulated the gloves on my hands just as electricity arced over his body. "I do not wish to fight you," I stated.

I glanced over his shoulder to see the female in the air by several dozen feet, eyes glowing green. Multiple rocks floated around her. "Aqualad!" She cried.

He reacted quickly launching his head forward in a move that would normally stun organics.

I let my simulations run, my processor making my perception of time different than the humans. Quickly surfacing my hull, I let my smaller ordinance of Bofor forty millimetre guns separate their barrel's multiple charges of extremely accurate laser fire launching from the prow mounted ones. As I did this I leaned my Mental-model backwards letting Aqualad's own momentum upset his balance.

I placed my foot against his chest and when my back touched the ground I shifted and kicked him back and over my head just as the female shot the rocks towards me.

Before they could travel more than a few inches my laser volley impacted each and everyone of them in an explosive shower of dust and pebbles.

"M'gann!" A sensation of flying and a hard impact to my lower back hit me as soon as I got to my feet and the ground scrapped my chest as I finally hit the ground after being tossed from the impact.

"I-I'm okay,"

A shadow fell over us and all movement ceased. Knowing what it was I quickly got to my feet and sprinted towards the harbor railing. The water was just deep enough for my hull to sit. Getting to the railing I did a small jump before treating the railing as a spring board and vaulting up the hull of my ship body with ease.

I landed on my own railing easily, turning around to face them. My prow was facing them and they were so far down that at my current distance from them they couldn't see any of my weapons and I also wasn't able to aim at them. The only thing they could see were two of my prow based torpedo tubes and with them above the water line they were useless.

"Enough," I told them. I did not shout out the command or show any type of force other than what they already see. I instead spoke the words calmly, my hands back in my jacket pockets. "If I had wished to engage in combat with you I would have started with my ship body and not with my Mental-model,"

I waited to see if they would say anything but when they stayed where they were I continued. "Now I believe that I realized that I had used a poor choice of words when I stated my reason for being here. Target is not an accurate description, instead objective would be best used,"

Panting the humans glanced at each other, the female was back on the ground her green skin slightly paler than before from what I perceived as possibly fear. "What objective?"

I glanced towards Aqualad who had spoken. "I have been sent by my Supreme Flagship to this time through use of Spatial Distortion artificially generated through a combination of both of our weaponry. I was not the only one sent as this is by no means accurate. Our orders were to find certain objectives, that were to be determined when we figured out what time we were in,"

I could tell from watching them that they relaxed slightly at my response and exchanged another look. Taking a step back and relaxing his arms slightly he looked up at me calmly. "And your current objective, what is that?"

I paused thinking on my orders. "My current objective is both my first and final objective. Based off my current time period I am tasked to track down the one known as Kaldur'ahm because the records we were able to recover showed that him and his team had a large impact in our creation,"

"Your creation?" Tall male asked. "There's more of you?"

"Correct, I am one of the battleships of the Fleet of Fog from the year 2039."