The tale of my super hero from Paragon City, ACAAu-06 (Champion server.) Still in progress, but I have high hopes for the story... please review, the more reviews I get the more likely I am to get off my lazy butt and update. -Shea Fahlin

DISCLAIMER: The setting and any references to the Rikti, Paragon City, or most anything else is actually owned by NCsoft Corporation and Cryptic Studios. I offered to buy it, but they pointed out that my soul is already owned by Lucifer and the bag of cheetos was empty, so.... all I own are the characters, and not even all of them (the Surviving Eight belong to NCsoft and Cryptic, too.)

CHAPTER 1: All Systems Active

This story begins with a man. He was a small man, with an air of education. He wore glasses, a white lab coat, and a small array of tools on his belt.
He also looked very, very tired. But then, so did most people in Paragon City at this time.
It was almost immediately after the invasion of the alien Rikti. The city was in ruins, almost the entire military was destroyed, the police force was crushed, and the general population was a mass of terror and anxiety.
Even the once-mighty Super Heroes of Paragon City were nearly wiped off the planet. Only eight survived.
Back to the old man. He was crouched over a long table. Arrayed around him in a disheveled heap were many different technological devices that were gutted, their parts removed and the rest now useless.
At the top of these piles rest many Rikti drones. Robotic war machines, the drones were powerful and dangerous, but now they were nothing more than heaps of metal.
Where did all the parts go? The old man had some on a stand beside him, but most were within the humanoid form on the long table.
Stationed on the table was what appears to be a humanoid robot. Parts of it looked brand new; other parts were rusted, discolored and old. The robot was not active, and its chest cavity was open with many wires and other objects sticking out.
The old man stepped back from the table, and looked at an old computer nearby. Nodding, he closed the chest cavity. With great excitement, he hit the activation switch on the robot.

SYSTEMS CHECK
VISUAL SONIC RADAR MOTOR LOGIC COMBAT
POWER SOCIAL MISCELLANIOUS AUDIO
ALL SYSTEMS ACTIVE
SELF SCAN DATA UPLOAD
MODEL ACAAu ID 06 CLASSIFICATION COMBAT
INDRODUCTION PROCESS RUNNING

The robot slowly came to an upright sitting position. What would be the eyes if it had eyes looked in the direction of the small man. Whirring to life, the voice synthesis hardware began processing data, and the robot said in a deep, mechanical voice, "Greetings. This unit is classification Advanced Character Assassination Assault unit number Zero Six. This unit is ready to begin task processing upon command. Please clarify owner/operator of this unit."
The little man looked at the robot, and said, in a squeaky voice, "Your owner is Professor Adrian Manisto. Your operator will be yourself."