GENOCIDE Dark Warrior 2 GOLD EDITION

INTRO The year is 2125. During the climatic battle with his rival Syntax last year, Neo had changed drastically after he watched his love die in his enemies' hands. He was also shaken by the fact that he wouldn't have lived through the ordeal if it weren't for some mysterious helper. Before returning back to the Knights of the Future HQ, California, he adopted the last name Hyper and a new set of armor. Another thing that bothered him is the fact that sometime in the jungle, he lost the memory of who created him. He was under the impression that Dr. Light had built him, but after a meeting with Mega Man X, that was canceled out. Hyper decided to leave California to New York, for his hunting ability was slipping. He needed a break. He asked his commanders, Wulf and Gold Stryker for a personal 2- month shore leave. It was granted and he went to New York. Thus, our story begins.

Section 1

The Capsule

Driving his Neo Wing around New York was the perfect idea. Out in the open would do him some good. For the first month he stayed in his hotel, not really doing much. He didn't feel like it. He wasn't sure Syntax was really dead as well as Silver for that matter. The first two weeks here, he realized that the Hunters here were big fans of the Knights. Among the favorites were Wulf, Rocky, Gold, and Aeirem. Hyper wasn't one of them. But the International Maverick Hunter Squad welcomed Hyper anyway. He even helped them solve three cases. But it wasn't enough. He still felt empty. To ease his mind, he pulled out a CD case. All the CDs he had were real old. He put the whole thing in the mini-computer onboard his bike. He looked at the list of CD names before him, each worth a considerable amount of credits--Busta Rhymes, Beastie Boys, Lauryn Hill, and assorted techno music. "Computer, play Garbage Version 2.0. Song five." As the music played, he realized he had entered a deserted part of New York. He drove on, wondering where he was. A large and looming shape appeared in front of him. He screeched to a halt. He looked up and saw towers at the corners, crumbling and falling down. The blue bricks, decayed and unstable, made up the building. A large metal skull, or what was left of it, was in the middle of the castle. Skull Castle. He walked inside, wondering what awaited him. Inside, he walked around, going up stairs and through doors, not really caring where he ended up at. As he was leaving a room, a notebook fell from it's spot on the table. He saw an old lamp on the table as he picked the book up. He pulled the data-link cord from his arm cannon and plugged it into the outdated lamp. Power surged through it. As light flowed onto the table, he flipped through the book, being careful with its old, frayed pages. He recognizes the constant references to a 'little blue twerp' and failed plans. He read a page aloud. "None of my Robot Masters have been able to defeat the little blue twerp. A failure! Proto Man has left me and gone freelance, helping the blue bomber whenever he can! Ach! Zis is horrible! Not even Bass and Treble can complete the task! But I, Doctor Albert Von Wily, shall become victorious, because I have built a." Hyper figured it must be continued on the other page. As he turned it, the page crumbled in his hands, as well as the other pages. He gets ready to remove his data-link when something shiny catches his eye. He tilts the lamp in the direction he saw something in. A large capsule caked in dust and dirt, stands tall, a few feet in front of him. He decides to return tomorrow with his Ground Tracker and take the capsule back with him. Might as well take a souvenir home.
I Am Your Evil Twin

Two weeks later back at Hyper Headquarters, a few miles from KotF HQ; Hyper had polished and cleaned the capsule. The chamber had T.Y.B.A.L.T written on the side, but he couldn't figure out what it meant. The glass on the chamber was tinted black, so he couldn't see what was inside. It didn't matter. He had placed the chamber in his museum. At the back of the room was a glass case, and Hyper's original armor, the one he wore when he first joined the Knights, rested over a gray dummy. A red helmet with white highlights rested on its head. The left earpeice had a transmission antenna extending 12 inches above the helmet. A black visor hid the dummy eyes, and a golden scarf was around his neck. In his right hand was the Neo Staff, Hyper's original weapon. A red beam sabre was attached to his belt. The armor looked a lot like the original Protoman's. After he returned home, he had a hard time cleaning the armor. The blood stained armor. Hyper felt no sorrow for killing Syntax the way he did. But 25% of his Maverick Virus was used in the action. The left side of the museum was adorned with blueprints and models of weapons and mechs. The right side had a glass display case in it with another dummy. This one was wearing black leather pants, a black shirt and matching trench coat. Black Fly sunglasses were on his eyes and in his left hand was a huge sword called Demon Slayer. His right hand held a sawed-off, four-barreled shotgun. The left side of the coat was pulled back to reveal a gun holster, and another shotgun in it. On the back of the dummy was a sheath, evidently where the sword went. Hyper walked to the kitchen and fixed a snack. He made a bowel of peanuts and poured a glass of milk, taking his sweet time to do so. He walked back to the museum and looked in shock. The capsule stood open and the Reploid that was once contained inside stood next to the table. He was wearing all black. Black trench coat, shirt, boots, and leather pants. He had his back to Hyper and was putting his jet-black hair in a ponytail. Hyper set the snacks down and charged his cannon. "Hey! Who the hell are you?" The Reploid turned and Hyper thought something was wrong with his face. Then he realized the Reploid across from him looked just like him. "Tybalt." The Reploid responded coolly. Tybalt walked towards to back of the room and looked at Hyper's old armor. Hyper followed, staying ten feet from Tybalt, keeping his cannon charged. Ty looked at Hyper's original armor and scowled up his face. "Yech. You didn't really wear this, did you?" Ty walked around without waiting for an answer. A moment later, Ty was leaning on the toolchest next to the door, sipping Hyper's milk. "I've told you my name, so what's yours?" Tybalt asked. "ProtoMan. ProtoMan Hyper." Tybalt set the milk down and glared at him. "You're Hyper?" Ty asked. "Yeah, so?" "So you're the reason I'm here," Ty said, his eyes shining bright red. "What?" "I'm your brother," Ty said. "What?" Hyper felt confused. "Yep." Tybalt said. "But I'm malicious...a Hyper Maverick.and best of all, I am you evil twin." Hyper raised his cannon to fire and Tybalt flicked an unseen peanut into Hyper's mouth, which got caught in his throat. Hyper fell gagging and Tybalt ran. Hyper spit the peanut up, climbing to his feet and feeling rather stupid that a great Hunter like him was subdued by a peanut, he and gave chase. As he entered the hall, he saw Tybalt exit the storage room with Maverick parts and control chips. Tybalt turned another corner as a plasma blast just barely missed him. Hyper ran straight into an empty room to keep from being shot at. He waited a moment and a blast came from the other end of the hall and crashed into the wall. Hyper leapt out of the room and fired. Tybalt turned and ran towards the closed window at the other end. Glass shattered as Ty leapt through it outside.

Tybalt landed on top of a cargo truck. He peered inside and saw an android was driving the truck on a preset course. He swung open the passengers door and hopped in from his spot on the roof. He looked ad the travel computer and saw that the truck was headed to Detroit, Michigan. Ty sat back and smiled.

Hyper looked out the window as a cargo truck roared past. Tybalt was nowhere to be seen. He checked the weapons room and saw that Ty had helped himself. Three bundles of beam sabres were missing; four small hand blasters and a CrowdPleaser. He walked back to the Maverick room and saw three important chips were missing. The strength enhancement program and two memory database chips. Hyper checked again to be sure the two important ones weren't gone. They were. Tybalt had stolen Syntax and Silver Streak's memory chips. Hyper dashed to the transmitter and dialed Knights of the Future HQ. After a few rings, someone answers. "Huntress Aeirem Blaze at- Hey, tha' you Hyper? S'matter?" she asks, cutting off the formal acknowledgment of the incoming transmission, sitting up straighter in her seat at the communications terminal. "Nothing, Miss Blaze. I should be fine.what Hunters are available now?" "Lessee.I'm sure Rocket an' Gold are 'roun'. Dark is too.uh, a bunch of th' lower rankers, too. An' me, as usual." She replies, her fingertips flying across the keypad, checking up on various Hunters' locations and status.the logs which relay whom is available and who's not."All right, call Dark and tell him to meet me at my base.and also send three of the lower Hunters, too." "Done" she says, already rolling her chair to the dispatcher unit.frowning worriedly at Hyper's blurred image. "What's wrong anyway?" "Huh? Oh, um.nothing really important. Nothing you should worry about Aeirem." he replies. He's clearly lying through his skin, but he doesn't want to bring her into this. "And would you do me a favor? Don't tell Wulf." She can't quite pick up on his deceit, but she definitely knows something's not right. "Uh.well.what if he asks me, specifically, 'bout it?" Even if he's asking for a favor, she could hardly spin her own deceiving tales.especially to the Hunter called Wulf. "Tell him.tell him I found something just outta town, and I wanted to check it out." "O-kay.they'll be on their way any minute now. I'm sendin' them t' your location." A slight pause follows on her end. ".An' Hyper.be careful." Another pause, this one on Hyper's end. "I will." He replies, cutting the transmission. He ran to the weapons room and grabbed two CrowdPleasers, five small hand blasters, two beam sabres, and a grappling hook launcher. He then put it all in a bag and ran to the garage. He searched around, wondering what to bring. He loaded up his Mobile Base 3 inside his large cargo Mech, Death by Air. He took the controller for it and set it for standby. He also parked his Ground Tracker inside. A moment later, DarkForge1 followed by Kenny 2, Johnny 4, and Justin 7 walk inside the garage. "Pick one. You three grab a bike." Hyper says as he tosses a bag on the Neo Wing. DarkForge1 picks a bike called Sparrow. "So Damon, what's up?" Dark asks. "That capsule I showed you? Whatever was in it got out. He calls himself Tybalt, thinks he's my brother, and he almost killed me with a peanut, took Syntax's and Silver's memory chips and hitched a ride on a cargo truck." Hyper had his bike facing out into the open night, the garage door opening. Dark pulled up on Hyper's right and said "A peanut?" Kenny 2 pulled up on Hyper's immediate left on the airbike named Stalker. Justin 7 was to the right of Dark on Stealth, and Johnny 4 on Kenny's left on Predator. "A peanut?" Dark asks again. Hyper nods and takes off into the night, followed by Dark, then Kenny. Justin went next and Johnny followed suite. The chase was on.

New Breed

A few miles from Hyper HQ, Tybalt realized the truck was going much too slow. He tossed the android out to drive himself and realized his mistake. From a distance, it would have appeared as though he had a hostage, for he knew Hyper would give chase to him. The sun arose over the horizon and pale yellow light flooded the open street. He had checked the map again; an Interstate Teleporter was 20 miles down the line. He also checked the cargo; it was scrap for an art contest. He was going over his programming, hoping to know the full homicidal tendencies he was capable of when the sound of attackbikes buzzed in his ear. He glanced at the rear-view mirror on his door when he saw them. Tybalt knew who it was. His creators had told him. It was his brother Hyper. And he had four other people with him. The two furthest behind broke off and pulled along side of the truck. Tybalt leaned out the window and looked at the I.D tag on him. "Well howdy there, pardner." He said, sounding like a natural southerner. He tipped the invisible hat on his head and said "Well looky here, Kenny 2. You're a Maverick Hunter, but you can't hunt me." "Why not?" Kenny 2 asked, his arm cannon aimed at Tybalt's face. "Cause I'm a new breed of Maverick. I'm a Hyper Maverick." Ty answered, shooting Kenny's front wheel with a hand blaster. The bike swerved and fell on its side. The back wheels of the truck catches on Kenny's front tire and drags the bike along. Justin pulls alongside Kenny and reaches out his hand as Hyper, Dark, and Johnny pull ahead of Tybalt's truck. Kenny and Justin break off and head back to Knights HQ. They know Wulf is gonna be mad because no one checked with him to leave. Ty reaches out the window and starts blasting. The trio pulls back and stay along the left side of the truck. Ty tosses the Magna Bomb out the window, forcing the three to swerve way off road. Ty smiles. It wasn't even set. With the teleporter ahead, Hyper flipped a switch and the Neo Wing converted into its Jet Mode. Hyper lifts off and flies back alongside Ty. Dark follows Hyper as Johnny pulls up behind the truck again. Ty flips a switch and all the metal fragments fly out the truck. Johnny swerves around the metal but didn't move in time to avoid a rusty metal rod. It bounces on the pavement and impales Johnny in the gut. His limp body falls and the bike crashes into the back of the truck. Tybalt laughs maniacally as the truck zooms through the teleporter, headed for Detroit.

Hello, Detroit

As Hyper came through the teleporter, he swerved to the left and crashed into a trash pile, nose first. He heard Dark scream, and a crash a moment later. He flipped a switch and the Neo Wing changed back into a bike and it rolled down the trash pile. He hopped off and looked back to the teleporter. It was placed near the exit to the city dump. Ty had came through and turned the truck so as soon as they came through, they would crash into it. He looked around and saw that DarkForge had came through and swerved hard, putting the bike on its side, hopping to avoid the crash. Instead, the bike slid under the truck and crashed into some garbage cans. "Dark, you ok?" A groan from the cans is heard as DarkForge staggers out. "Yeah I'm all right. You know where we at?" Dark asked as he wiped the trash off his black armor. Hyper had forgotten to inform them of where they were going. "Detroit. We're in Detroit, Michigan. I was born here.." Hyper stared off into space for a moment as Dark pulled his bike from the trash. "Hyper? Hey Hyper!" Dark smacked Hyper in the back of the head. "What?" Hyper asked as he rubbed his head. "I called your name seven times and you didn't answer. What are we gonna do now?" "You go and look for this address. I stayed there as a Hunter." Hyper said, handing him a piece of paper. "When you find it, call me on the communicator. I'll go after Tybalt." Hyper said, narrowing his eyes. DarkForge hopped on his attack cycle and flew out of the junkyard. Hyper then took out his long-range remote and activated his large, hellicarrier like Mech, Death by Air. He set the course for Detroit and put the remote up. It was pre-set on autopilot, and as fast as the Mech flies, it would be here by the end of the day. Hyper got on the Neo Wing and took off. Just then he realized something very important. Not the fact that it would be hard to find Tybalt in a city like this, but the fact that his children are in the same city also. It's been so long.so long since he's picked up DeAngelo over his head to see the football game better, or answered Victoria's odd and challenging questions about life. After he left for Japan, he called Brandi. They decided it would be better if all communication between him and the kids would be cut off. To keep them safe, she had said. But every year, she sent pictures of them on holidays and special occasions. And each year on their birthday and Christmas, he sent them presents. The fact that his children were in the same city was all the more reason to catch Tybalt before he made his next move.

The Joy of the Kill

Tybalt sat a park bench a few miles from the dump. He watched with a smile on his face as people, young and old, boy and girl, with a partner and alone, walked by him. ~ It's like picking the right fruit.~ Tybalt thought to himself. ~ Ya gotta know which one to squeeze.~ he thought as he got up and walked alongside a young woman, early 20's he had guessed. She was wearing black spandex pants and a white sweater. She was fair-skinned with black hair, and hazel eyes. "Hey baby, wha'cho name is?" She smiled and laughed at him. ~ Not shy...~ "Alize." "Alice?" He asked. ~ Make her feel comfortable.~ "No. Alize. Pronounced A Liz A. Your name is?" She asked as they took a path in the woods. "Tybalt." He said, glancing down briefly at her hands. His Image Viewer recorded it and analyzed it while he continued talking. He noticed she had got a can of mace out of her purse and tried to conceal it in her hands. ~ Smart girl.~ He thought. Tybalt shifted his voice to sound like a Russian immigrant as he told a joke. "Ju know, a good thing to live in this city, it is. I was on the bus de other day when a man got on. A funny looking man he was. He tried to rob the bus, and uh.everyone pulled out a gun and shot him!" She laughed at his odd joke and Tybalt brought his fist into her face. He hit her with the force of a bullet train and her head jerked back. Shocked, she dropped the mace can and Ty caught it midfall. He dragged her by her hair and pulled her off the path, deep into the woods. He looked down at her and saw his fist had smashed her nose entirely and put a crack in her jaw. He smiled, knowing he could hit four times as hard as he hit her. She grabbed onto a tree and for a moment she wouldn't budge. She had then dug a small pocketknife into his hand. Tybalt jerked his hand back and held in a scream. The last thing he needed was attention right now. He turned to face her, his eyes red now. As Tybalt grabs onto her hair again, she becomes fully aware of the situation. "Hey-let go!" ~ What was that tearing sound? ~ She thought to herself. The searing pain shoots down her shoulders, down her back. Her legs give way. She collapses to her knees. She knows her scalp has been torn away. Her scalp and all her hair. Ripped off her head. One effortless swipe. She sees the fingers moving towards her eyes. Held by the swirls of pain, she cannot move. Her scream slips out as a feeble "Unh unh unh." The fingers stab deep. Her eyeballs make a soft plop plop as they are pried out. She sees only red. She can feel the red. Her hands fly up to her head. She can feel bone up there. Bone with wet blood. The top of her head feels soft, pulpy, like wet paper towels. The hot blood flows down her face. "Unh unh unh." ~ Is that me? ~ She hears Tybalt grunt a little bit as she is lifted off the ground. Lifted and then bent. Bent back. Bent back. "God, help me." "Foolish human, don't you know? There is no God." The last thing she hears is the crack of her spine. Tybalt hurls her limp body to the ground. Crouching next to her already dead body, he jabs his fingers into her stomach. He rips off the skin and reaches deep inside and starts pulling her intestines out. He inhales a deep breath and sighs. "Ah yes.the joy of the kill."

Special Crimes Unit

Lt. Commander DeAngelo Williams stood on the scene of the crime. He was still a Maverick Hunter, and he had entered the Michigan State S.C.U, or Special Crimes Unit. He'd been doing his job for about a year now ever since his mother died, and he seen a lot of stuff. But nothing had prepared him for this. He nearly lost his lunch. A nice homemade one, too. Roast beef sandwich, iced tea, cupcake.When he had arrived on the scene, he thought someone had covered her face in black tar. He then realized it was blood. Blood on her ragged white sweater, on her face, in her empty eye sockets. He turned and shut his eyes tight. It took all he had not to barf right then and there. Corporal Randal Stevens, DeAngelo's hunting partner, walked up to him. "Was she raped?" DeAngelo asked. Randal shook his head. "No sir, her pants are still on." "Robbed?" "$120 in her purse, as well as a MasterCard Gold and three other credit cards." "Know who she was?" "Alize Tompkins. She graduates from college tomorrow." "Fuck." "What?" "I know who she is." "Some Girl Scouts found the body on a nature hike. She's been dead a few hours now. Forensics can't give us an exact time yet." DeAngelo turned to walk to the squad car when he stepped on something. He picked it up. "What is this, a wig?" He clutched it in his hands and felt something wet and sticky. He dropped it to the ground. "Jesus fuck!" "What?" Randal asked, still looking at the body. Being a horror movie and book devotee, he could handle the scene. "Her fuckin' scalp. The sick fuck ripped her scalp off!" "Hey guys!" Randal and DeAngelo turned to see a rookie run up to them. DeAngelo forgot his first name. He thinks it starts with an 'S'. "What is it?" "I think its rotten hot dogs, sir." "Private Karinski," Randal started. Private John Karinski was fresh out of the S.C.U Academy. "What kind of killer would leave hot dogs behind?" "Those are the girls intestines," DeAngelo said queasily. As Karinski spewed up chicken and spinach, Randal and DeAngelo got in their police cruiser and took off. A figure hiding in the trees looked around and took off also, only in the opposite direction, being careful to stay out of sight. Little did she know that someone had seen her: had been watching for some time now. He was way more advanced than she was in the art of stealth. He is only watching, though. For now. A rush of air, and the shake of a branch later, he's gone.

The Silver Light

Tybalt had found a nice abandoned factory to call home. In the building, he had rebooted a computer to start his work. He took out the memory chips he'd stolen and put one in the processor. The following screen is what he got:

Name: Silver Streak Serial Number: SS25813 Activation Code: 5712 Built on: 4-17-2123 Deactivated on: 7-25-2124 Activator: BioGen Industries

Tybalt decided he could use some help. With a few minor adjustments, he'd have the perfect machine. Tybalt walked out of the office into a neighboring room. He got a R.S.F, or Reploid Skeletal Frame, and took it into the building room. It was the frame for a battle android; twin ZRX plasma cannons, Weapons Armament Copier System, built in navigational systems and a generator with space for 4 sub-tanks. He walked back into the next room and got a vat of synthetic tissue, white synthetic hair and a black body suit. He also picked up a RCPU and took it with him. Tybalt then placed the frame in the molder and closed it. He hooked all the needed tubes to the vat of skin and hooked the molder to the computer. He designed Silvers new face and muscle structure. He pressed the enter button and the computer went to work. A foul stench filled the room as the molder sucked the synthe-skin from the vat and molded it onto the frame. He took the memory chip out of the computer and installed it into the RCPU. Connecting a few loose wires here and there, the Reploid brain was finished. A loud crunching sound was heard from the molder and Tybalt looked at it. With a hiss of steam, the top lifted of the molder lifted up. The bottom half, with Silver Streak still in it, rotated slightly upward. A complex looking machine moved into place above Silver's head and a large needle rammed into his scalp. Slowly at first, then it picked up speed. Tybalt saw the silver hair appear on the Reploids head. When it was done, Tybalt pressed a small button behind Silver's left ear and the top half of his scalp slid off and Tybalt placed the Reploid Central Processing Unit inside. He connected a few wires, adjusted a few screws and closed the head again. Tybalt pressed another button on Silver's arm cannon and his eyes opened. Silver let out a howl of rage as soon as he saw Tybalt. Silver then realized he wasn't being killed by Hyper in an underground cave. "Who are you?" Silver asked, glaring at Tybalt. "Technologically Yielding Battle Android Learning Tool, series number 1, serial number TT-2154, another fine product of BioGen Enterprises." Silver gazed on with a dumbfounded look. "T.Y.B.A.L.T. Tybalt. Hyper Maverick, level one." Tybalt tossed Silver Streak the body suit and turned his back to him. "My name is Silver Streak, Alpha Maverick, level two." When Silver was dressed, Tybalt turned around. "Do you know a ProtoMan Hyper?" "No." "I'm sorry. You knew him as Neo, maybe?" "Know him? He's the rat-bastard Hunter that killed me." "You wanna pay him back?" "Hell yes! How?" "Simple. We destroy the city. But first, you have to work for me." "Fine, I'll do it." Tybalt smiled with evil glee. "Good, good. now, I have something that needs my immediate attention, so here's what you can do." Tybalt said, tossing Silver a chip. "You get started on your new partner. When you're done, fill him in and meet me at The Rave." Tybalt turned and walked out, an evil, yet gleeful smile plastered on his face.

Base of Operations

DarkForge1 pulled the hovercycle to a stop. He looked at the numbers on the paper and the one on the house. He pulled out the communicator and contacted Hyper. "Hey Hyper, I found it. It don't look too good though." "That's the purpose. A secret hideout to stay in. Anyway, the supplies should be there in a while and I'm on my way. We're gonna need some rest if we're gonna take down Tybalt. He's already made his first kill." "You got there when the cops did?" "No, it's on the news already." "Ok, so do I go inside or wait for you?" Dark asked. He got nothing. "Hyper? Hyper?" "What?" DarkForge jumped. Hyper was standing next to him. "God, man, how'd you do that?" "What, I was three blocks down when you called. I had the engine on silent. C'mon, bring your bike in into the back yard." Hyper pulled his bike into the back and put it inside a large toolshed. Dark pulled his in along Hyper's. Towards the back of the shed, there was a rack with numerous tools. Hyper reaches for an ax and pulls down. A small panel in the floor opens up, revealing a tube-like tunnel. "C'mon Dark." Hyper says as he jumps through. DarkForge follows and the panels slide back, covering the hole.

Underground, there is a complete standard hunting base. "It's outdated by 25 years, but it'll do," Hyper says as DarkForge pulls out a flashlight and shines the light around the room. "This seams way bigger than the property above ground," Dark says as he looks around. "It is. From halfway through the house, to 5 feet from the alley, minus the drive way and shed of course." Hyper flips a light switch and the entire area is bathed in light. The right wall of the hideout was outfitted with tracking computers, news monitors, police and hunter transmission receivers and an armor recharge station. The wall behind them contained an elevator back to the shed, and the service tunnel they came down in. The main wall contained a little alcove. Inside were a working toilet and two cots. The left wall and most of the left side was empty. "How come that side is like that?" "What time is it?" Hyper asks, starting up the computers. "9:59:56" "Four.three.two.one." The ground above them distorts as a large form comes down. DarkForge backs up against a wall as the large Mech lands without a sound. "Ah yes.the power of technology. No one saw it because this is the neo suburb. No one's at home at night. Go get some sleep Dark. We'll continue this bright and early tomorrow." DarkForge nods as he heads to the back room. He realizes how tired he is. He was on his way to sleep when Aeirem told him that Hyper needed his help. And that was late last night. Since early this morning he's been searching all over the city for this house, and now that he's found it, it's time for a nice, long nap.

The Rave

Many clubs filled Detroit's night air. But only one stood out. The Rave, Detroit's newest and hottest danceclub. Built on top of an apartment building, it was shaped like a T. The main part, the body of the T, was the dance floor. The left side was the topless area, and the right side was the bar and DJ's booth. At the bottom of the T was a large steel double door. Just beyond those doors was an elevator. Tybalt had gone to a tattoo shop not too far from the club just to kill the man with the tattoo laser. Waiting outside, Silver Streak and Syntax walked up to him. They were both in the armors they wore last year. "Ready?" Both nodded. Tybalt lit a cigarette as they walked the 8 blocks to the club. In the elevator on the way up, Silver pulled out a small canister of gas. Syntax pulled out a small metal rod with a flat, thick disk on the end. Ty nodded as he saw their weapons. Tybalt took one last puff of the cigarette and tossed it on the elevator floor. The safety door pulled up and they saw the steel door. "Blow it." Silver Streak aimed at the two left hinges, and Syntax took the right. They fired and the hinges exploded, sending the doors flying back. Syntax ran in with the stick and touched the flat end to someone's face. Instantly, they burst into flames. Silver ran in next and ran straight up to a guard, delivering a swift left, then a right, another left, and a kick to the back of the knee. As the guard fell, Silver grabbed his head and snapped it. Over the smoke from the explosion, Tybalt could hear the sweet, sweet sounds of chaos on the other side.

Hyper was on his way to sleep himself when the police transmission receiver beeped. He walked over to it and placed the headset on his head. He checked the monitor and saw it was a 911 call from a club on West Side Detroit. Pressing the intercept button, he wondered that if it was anything he could work with.

"911, how may I direct your emergency?" "H-hello? Um.m-my is Cyrus. These Mavericks just took over the club!" "Are they still active?" "Still active? What the hell do you mean? One in all black is dismembering people, one in red, gray and black set some of the strippers on fire an-" An ear-shattering boom was heard as the transmission was cut off. Hyper decided not to wake up Dark. He figured the Reploid State Troopers would be on the scene. Hyper walked in the Mech and headed for the small cache of weapons. He grabbed a CrowdPleaser, a Beam Sabre and his Black Flys. Putting his glasses on, he walked out of the Mech and into the small elevator. A few minutes later, a sleek black motorcycle zoomed off into the night, headed for The Rave.

Tybalt took in a long, deep breath. He was having fun. He knew some under- aged kid was hiding behind the bar, calling the cops. And he knew that Hyper would have picked up the call, and would be on his way here. He had sealed off the way to the elevator with a portable land mine. The only other exit was behind the bar, and Silver blew it up. Tybalt figured it'd be better if he had some sort of plan when his brother arrived, so he called Silver to his side. "Silver, I want you to go the D.J's booth and give Hyper the locations over the radio." "How am I gonna do that?" Silver Streak asked, looking past Tybalt to the cowering people in the strip joint. "We interrupted a radio broadcast. They play the music here over the radio on Friday nights, because they have their own radio station." Silver nodded. "Go do what I asked, and tell Syntax to be ready for Hyper." Silver walked off towards the back of the club to do his duty when a large, six- foot-six, 350-pound guard ran towards him. Without even looking his way, let alone changing his course, his gloved hand flew up to the guard's neck, and he fell dead. After looking in his hand, he tossed away the guard's throat. "The fools refuse to learn.Syntax!" Silver called. Syntax had been in the back, building the bomb they were going to use later. "Ty says get ready for Hyper, he should be here in a little while." Syntax nodded and took all his things back by the bathrooms and checked his armor levels and weapons systems. All checked out fine. Syntax then finished building the bomb that would level this whole club, as well as the whole building under it.

17 Minutes Later

Hyper opened the security gate to the elevator and looked at the chaos in the room. The bar was blown up, and the charred figure of a boy clutching a cheap plastic phone could be barely seen. Before he stepped into the club further, he placed his foot one the land mine half hidden under someone's clothing. He then pulled his foot back and took out a beam sabre. He then tied it down where his foot was with the clothing that was hiding it. He tossed it out a hole in the elevator and it exploded halfway down. With his cannon charged, his every instinct alert, he stepped in the club. He took a sniff and tried not to vomit. The smell of cooked flesh filled the room. At his foot was a burnt woman, probably early twenties. Her clothing was mostly a pile of ash on the floor and he could have sworn he saw a charred silicone bag on top of her chest. He looked around the club, wondering where his enemies were. They had actually called him here, via the radio. The Michigan State Reploid Task Force Troopers and the Special Crimes Unit were still on ground level. Hyper was the only one coming up. They had no experience with Mavericks like these, and him being an experienced Hunter, he had full clearance. Hyper walked past the exotic dancing area and gasped. Bodies were dismembered and mutilated to unimaginable proportions. As he turned around, a voice rang out from the shadows. "Like it? I call it 'Death'. I hope to have it accepted at the Louvre." "You're one paranoid fucker, Tybalt." Hyper said, trying to get a lock on his voice. "Ah, dear uneducated little brother.paranoia is life on a finer scale." Hyper jumped out of the way just as a plasma blast came his way. As another flew towards him, he ducked under and rolled to the right. As a constant barrage of three different plasma bursts flew his way, he sprang up to his feet and started firing. He knew all his shots were off; they had caught him unprepared and he couldn't see them. The only light in the whole club was the small fire that still burned on people's bodies. Still strafing to the right, he charged his cannon to its limit. As he was about to fire, he tripped over a head and the shot flew from his cannon. He heard it connect and heard a groan as Syntax fell, hurt. "Give it up Tybalt!" Hyper yelled, rolling behind the remnants of the bar. "You can't get out of here in one piece! They got the S.C.U and Reploid Task Force down there, and they're surrounding the building, so you might as well give up." Hyper said. A glance at his cannon's meter showed that it wasn't charged properly, so it's energy was depleted. His cannon swiftly turned back into his hand and he pulled out his CrowdPleaser. Taking one last deep breath, Hyper leapt out from be hind the bar and started firing. He shots never connected, for while he was talking, Ty and the rest shifted position. As Hyper continued shooting he heard a sound to his left. He turned to fire as Silver shot him, square in the chest. As the blast connected with Hyper's body, he dropped the gun and fell limp, his body filled with pain. "Syntax, the bomb, please." A large black case was set on the floor, the LED display reading '10:00'. Syntax pressed a button and the timer started. "Au revoir, dear brother." Tybalt said, an evil smile on his face. "Come my dear comrades. We have a city to deliver to Hell's gates." Hyper watched as Syntax pressed another button and a small bomb went off in the rafters, leaving a large hole in the roof. As they leapt up and escaped through the night air, Hyper thought he heard a sound a few feet from him. He looked up and saw a figure garbed in a black cloak. Whoever it was lifted Hyper up and carried him to the elevator. Five minutes later, the elevator reached ground level. By now, Hyper was feeling good enough to walk. "Clear everybody outta here! There's a bomb set to blow in four minutes!" Police and R.T.F Troopers hopped in their vehicles and took off. Bomb squad wasn't there because a bomb blew the truck up. The S.C.U was last to go. Hyper could've sworn he saw his son DeAngelo get on one of the hovercycles and fly off. Hyper and the cloaked one got in a souped-up assault truck and pull off. Hyper noticed his bike was in the back, tightly secured. Two minutes later, the bomb exploded, leveling the entire building and exploding straight upward, making a light bright enough to see clearly in the upper peninsula.
The Return of Kali

A while later, the truck stopped on a hill overlooking the beach and the driver got out, walking away from it. Hyper got out to thank them. "Listen, I can't thank you enough for saving my life back there. I owe you big, whoever you are." The figure turned around to face Hyper and undid the clasp on the hooded cloak. It fell and Hyper gasped. She stood before him in her ninja outfit, a pair of loose black pants and a black top. Over the top was a black vest with golden trim. On the back of her vest was a gold dragon, wrapping its way around a flaming sword, a symbol of the ninja clan Lien Ku, and under it was her name spelled in Japanese lettering. A black face guard covers her face, only her almond eyes and braided dark hair can be seen. "What you owe me is credits for a shoulder replacement," she said, moving her left arm around. "Hurt my arm out liftin' you up." "Kali, what are you doing here?" Hyper was surprised to see her. Last he saw of her, she vanished off into the woods of the Congo Jungle. "I'm your guardian angel, remember?" she replied, a slight hint of a Japanese accent in her voice. Hyper smiled. She had told him that when she first saved him the first time last year. "I know who those other two guys were. Who was the one in the leather getup?" "Tybalt. He claims to be my brother, but I wasn't created with a counterpart." "No, or born with a sibling." "How'd you kn-" "I know so much about you it's scary.so I take it you're here to hunt those three?" "Yeah, me and my friend, DarkForge1." "Erik Lenn, right? Or the former anyway." He doesn't ask her how she knows. It'd serve no purpose. "Kali, listen, I didn't get to properly thank you last year in front on Syntax's base. Your help was greatly appreciated." She looks at him, a puzzled look on her face. She never talked to him after she gave him directions to safety; it was a one-time encounter. "Right." "Well, anyway, thanks again for your help just now." "Oh. Wouldn't be your guardian if I didn't." He can hear the smile on her face. She pulls up the hood for her mask, covering the rest of her head. Now he can only see her eyes. "Well, if anything goes down that you need my help with, contact me with this." she said, handing him a communicator. "Press the blue button to contact me. The red is a homing beacon." Hyper nods as he puts it in a compartment on his left cannon. ~ That makes three.~ he thinks to himself. As Kali turns to walk away, Hyper stops her. "Kali, where're you going? There's you truck." "It's not mine," she says. Hyper figures she may be smiling again under her mask. He glances back and takes a good look at it. A large blue pickup truck, huge off-road tires and running boards. ~ She has good taste.~ He turns to thank her yet again, but she's gone already. Hyper chuckles to himself as he climbs in the truck and pulls off, ready to turn in for the night.

Reinforcements

The night air around the abandoned warehouse was quiet and calm. The calmness was disturbed as three hang gliders landed on the roof. Ten minutes later inside Tybalt's office, Syntax brought up a subject. "I feel like I'm having an identity crisis." "What do you mean, 'identity crisis'?" "I mean, since I've been reactivated, I don't seem like my old self. I wasn't this evil and cruel last year. I think we need new names and new armors." "Ok, fine, but there's just one problem." "What?" Silver asked. "What are we gonna do for reinforcements?" "I figured you were gonna ask that. You know about my Jungle Bases, right?" Tybalt nodded. "Ok, I had three other bases. Undetectable on any form of tracking system whatsoever." Syntax sat at the computer and connected his data-link to it. Uploading his data into the computer, a screen popped up, showing a Reploid, 5'5 in height, blue arm cannons, green main armor and black secondary armor. "Maverick Troopers, my own private little army. And for bases," he said, pressing another button, showing a rather large cloud. "A cloud. Yay. Now what are we gonna do, throw lightning bolts at them?" Calmly, Syntax pressed another button and the cloud shimmered out of view. Tybalt then saw how large this base was. "It's hovering over the Atlantic, as we speak. It's powered by three N2 fusion generators, 12 Cray XMP T3700A's, A whole fleet of Maverick Attack Jets, a few standard Mechs, full weapons systems, and a cloaking shield. That's why it's been undetectable." Tybalt was speechless, and Syntax pressed another button. The base changed, and this time it looked like a planet colonization complex, only it was under water. The picture showed the base connected to the foundation of the West Coast. Attached to the foundation was a large dome. From the dome was a large tunnel leading to a smaller one, and a second, but smaller tunnel led away to another building the size of a house. At the small dome, there were several smaller tunnels, all leading to some various shaped building. "Atlantis Base 1. 2 Fusion Generators, 4 Cray XMP L-1700N Super Computers, cloaking device, 5 air filters and 2 heating units." Another button pressed, another base viewed. It looked like a large and tall college. "Moon Base 3. My former employers built this one, because their base is hovering fifty feet from the moon. Fifteen air purifiers, five air compressors and 10 water recyclers. Three main force fields and a docking bay. All the bases have containment cells for our enemies." "Current." Tybalt said. "What?" "Current employers. Lestat Darkstar, current head of Biological Genetics has sent me to re-instate you two in the master plan, the 'Mahapralaya', the.genocide.now, if you want new identities, then by golly, you go and find them. I'll get started on these MavTroopers."

Change of identity Act 1: Syntax

Syntax walked casually to a motel and bought a room. He was not worried if he would be recognized. No survivors from the club, and the media didn't have ground there. He took the room farthest from the registration desk, and once he entered the room, he laid down on the bed, staring at the ceiling. He was lucky. This was the only room left. He sat up and opened the large duffel bag he brought with him. There were over 15 plastic containers, all quite large. Each one was connected to what looked like a large needle. He walked over the wall and pressed his ear to it. A smile crossed his lips. He dug further into his bag and pulled out small plastic explosives. Placing them out in a rectangle on the wall adjoining the next room, he took the mattress off the bed and placed it over the explosives. Before he set them off, he took two canisters and placed them in his belt. Before he blew the bombs, he hoped the mattress was a Sealy. The explosives went, and the wall caved inward into the next room with out the unwanted sounds of discrete explosions. As he leapt through the hole, he thought ~ Even better.a Sealy Posturpedic! ~ He unclipped the first canister and drove it through the first organic's heart that he saw. Who ever it was fell limp, already dead, the blood flowing into the container. The second organic in the room attacked him, and Syntax moved out of the way. They crashed into the dresser that came with the room. They turned to attack again and by this time, the smoke had cleared. He saw that his attacker was a half-naked woman. She charged him again and he pulled out the second container. Before she got close enough to harm him, he rammed the sharp needle into her heart. She fell slowly and stared at him with horrified eyes. As he held her in his arms, guiding a safe descent to the floor, he leaned forward and pressed his lips to hers. It wasn't really a kiss. He just sucked the last bit of life from her body. Once she was dead, he dropped her body, letting the container do its job. He checked his internal clock and it said 57 seconds. He surveyed the scene. The one closest to the wall was already drained of blood. He thought it was a male, but more like an undeveloped teenage girl. She was naked from the waist down. She looked somewhat tomboyish, like a drug addict. He looked back to his second victim and made a startling discovery. "Cool.I just killed my first set of dikes.hey wait a minute." He licked his lips. They tasted.funny. Then it hit him. "Ew, you nasty hoochie! You was givin' head to this flat-chested wench!" He kicked his second victim with his foot. He then walked back to his room and got his bag. He then ran full speed at the wall and crashed through into the next room. Reaching inside his bag, he threw several of the containers like darts, striking all in the heart. He continued the same way into the next room, but as he crashed through the wall, he threw a small disk to the opposite wall. He attacked with the same fury and accuracy as he did the previous rooms. As he ran at the wall, the little disk vaporized and the whole wall went with it. He continued his rampage until he got to the room next to the registration office. He placed his ear to the wall and listened. Only one other person left, and only one canister. He exited the room and knocked on the next door. The answered and he asked the young person if he could borrow some ice. The moment he turned his back, the needle shot past soft flesh and bone into a still hot, pumping heart. Fifteen minutes later, the containers packed in his bag he made his way from the motel. As he passed the registration desk, the owner asked "Leavin' so soon?" "Yes sir," Syntax replied. "You have some very rowdy customers."