The futuristic city of New Haven was beyond different. Located on a large island, it was the pinnacle of the future, with advanced technology and biological marvels, the city was a darkened place filled with crime, greed, and mayhem, especially with the city's main problem living in a massive tower at the southernmost tip.
Ultratech; the main distributor of weapons, goods, and needed components crucial for life in New Haven. To the public, they were a major pharmaceutical company, dedicated to helping the world. Really, they created genetic weapons, with the hope of soon expanding from New Haven to more places, the world being a good start. However, Ultratech had a habit of forgetting their experiments...and eventually, the city needed something all stories need; a hero...
It was night at the time. In an alley, shrouded from the police tracking grid, a small drug trade was in order. A few thugs were transferring some materials to another gang in exchange for safety. Things were going smoothly...until one of them heard something near the trashcans. It sounded like a crash, and something moving. One of them went over to investigate, his pistol drawn, as he looked around the darkened area...only to feel something snake around his neck, and drag him upwards. The others all looked when they heard him cry out, and he hit the car in next to them...his face melted by vicious green acid. All of them drew their weapons, as they all looked around with fear. Soon, another cried out, and they all looked to see that same acid eating away at his chest. From what they could tell, it appeared that whatever did it, they shot his back. Another thug fell, as well as another, and in a few mere seconds one was left standing, his back pressed against the wall, as he was on the verge of pissing his pants.
"Who's there?! Show yourself!" His answer, was something landing in front of him. His eyes widened in beyond terror.
The thing stood at a towering 7 feet, and had a broad chest, long, raptor legs, and a long raptor tail...with the tip sharpened and hardened to the point where it could stab and kill. The thing had a snake head, with almost glimmering emerald serpentine eyes, and its skin was a darkened orange, and its chest was a pale yellow. Its neck was supported by a long, yet short neck, allowing the thing full movement and articulation, as it opened its mouth to hiss lightly. Its human torso was muscled and its waist narrowed, as it had 4 large fin-like spikes along its back. Its arms were muscled, and its legs long and slender, with a sharpened sickle toe claw on each foot. Its tail waved to and fro, as its human hands flexed. The thug noticed that it wore a pair of augmented black pants, and metal cuffs on its arms, shins, and base of tail, as well as having a thick metal collar around its neck, as its eyes glared at the thug.
"What the fuck are you?!" The thing looked him in the eyes, as a sudden voice spoke to him. "Something you aren't ready for." That thing...its mouth didn't move. The collar was emitting those words. The voice was cold, blood-curdling, and above all else, demented. The thug reached for his gun, but felt sudden searing pain in his chest. Blood poured around the wound, where the thing had impaled him suddenly. The thug managed to choke out, as he slowly died, a question.
"W-What...are you...?" The thing looked back, as green acid dripped from its maw.
"My name...is Riptor; the Bane of Ultratech." His jaws expelled a ball of acid, ending the thug's life in an instant.
The sewers were underpopulated; barely anything lived here. In the deepest, darkest corners of the sewer, Riptor slowly walked there; his tail wrapped around one of the corpses, not for food, but something else. Ultratech wanted to kill him; they wanted to erase their mistake. They had no idea that it would be their mistake that became their undoing, especially because with the corpse, Riptor could sniff out more drug rings...and soon the gangs...and eventually the one supplying them...