Section 2

Change of Identity Act 2: Silver Streak

Silver Streak sat in a treetop, outside his victim's home. Her parents had left earlier and their daughter was alone. He pulled out the cell phone he got from someone at the club and dialed the number to the house. He received it earlier by accessing the phone cables with his data link. She picked up the phone. "Hello? Who is this?" "Please remain calm. I'm comin' to ya house to killllll youuuuuuu." She hung up. He smiled. Thunder boomed in the distance as he leapt down from the tree. Carefully making his way to the side door, he ripped it off the hinges, very quietly. Stepping inside, he cringed and the earth tones that were painted in the house. ~ Maybe they should get Brain Matter Grey or Type AB Blood Red.~ he thought as he made his way around the house. The girl's bedroom door was open and Silver peered inside. She was getting ready to take a shower. He waited in the hall until he heard the water running. He made his way into the bathroom and sat on the toilet, thinking of the many ways to kill her with just this one room. As he picked a choice, he stared at the frosty shower curtain. ~ Now why they spring for the cheap, plastic curtains before the hard, durable doors, I'll never know.~ She turned the water off and prepared to exit the shower when she saw the figure moving towards her. Her mouth opened to scream, but she never had a chance. Silver leapt at the curtain and yanked them off. Swiftly, he had her head wrapped inside the curtain, cutting off her air supply. She kicked and thrashed in a futile effort to fight back. Slowly, her efforts stopped as she lay still. Silver turned to leave when lightning illuminated the whole sky. The attack came from behind. The girl played possum and waited for her chance. She leapt on Silver Streak's back, hoping to throw him off-balance. Silver grabbed her arm and flipped her hard. Her back landed on the sink and with the force Silver slammed her with, it was ripped right out of the wall. He then picked her up and held her arms pinned at her side. He hefted her high off the ground as he moved back towards the shower. With quick speed, still holding her arms at her side, he thrust her forward. The showerhead entered through her back and exited her ribcage. Silver licked the splattered blood off his face as he kissed his index and middle finger, placing them on her stomach. Silently, stealthily, he made his way outside. As he walked down the street, he noticed that the rain was really coming down now, and lightning was flying around faster than before. Silver Streak paused and looked skyward, wondering how did the storm get so violent so fast. Without warning, a lightning bolt came from the heavens and struck him in the forehead. His body jerked violently as the raw energy flowed through his metal endoskeleton. As the lightning continued its journey through him, his circuits were fried one by one as he felt his feet elevate off the ground. As he continued to float upwards, the bolt widened and engulfed his body in a blue flame. Amazingly, not one inch of the electricity strikes the ground below. As the bolt ends, Silver Streak curled into a ball, hoping the intense pain would go away. Suddenly, his body jerked upright and erect like an arrow as he tilted his head skyward, letting loose a scream that shattered every window and form of glass for blocks. The scream was abruptly cut off as a thick stream of electricity flowed from his mouth and eyes. As it stopped, he fell twenty long feet to the cement below. A second later his eyes opened, now more like concentrated orbs of electricity, and a sadistic laugh rang throughout the night. His identity crisis was over.

The Arms of Armageddon

A few minutes before the sun rose, Tybalt smiled. He stood on the ledge of an abandoned building near the less desirable part of town, a few blocks from the shopping square. Off to his right somewhere is the condemned, burned down shell of a warehouse. He feels as though he's been there before, but how could he? This was only his fourth day recently active, excluding his activation. Behind him were 175 MavTroops, each one outfitted with jetpaks. Below, on the floors and stairwells stood nine hundred more, outfitted with flame-throwers, particle accelerators, freeze blasters and other weapons, sent by their employer. A Reploid stepped next to Tybalt without speaking. His armor was coated with synthestic, a very indestructible plastic. Five inches off the surface of the plastic, he added another layer. Now his armor could be filled with a liquid, giving it an exotic look. He filled it with blood. Fresh human blood. The synthestic would keep it fresh for ages. To a Maverick Hunter, it would appear as though his armor was blood. The back of his armor was adorned with 2-foot- long curved blades, going downwards in two rows, three in each. His elbow guards had small black handles on them, liable to hurt someone if they were hit with them. His arm cannons were adorned with small, yet sharp blades. His name is Syntax Beta. Another Maverick joined Tybalt's side. His armor is jet black, except for a silver lightning bolt blazing across his chest. He took off the black sunglasses that hid his electrified orbs and Silver Lightning smiled. "You two can start the festivities. Deliver this city into the arms of Armageddon. I have to talk to Lestat about transportation." Tybalt disappeared in a flash of light. Syntax Beta turned to face the army. "ALL RIGHT TROOPS! SEND THIS CITY TO THE GATES OF HELL!" Jetpaks flared up as the MavTroops took flight flying towards the city; Syntax Beta let out a maniacal chuckle and turned to Silver Lightning. He smiled and said "God I love this job." The other troops crashed through boarded windows to the streets below. A few moments later, explosions and screams of agony filled the pre-dawn sky.

Maverick Attack

Victoria Williams and her friends tried to comfort one of their own. Rita Tompkins was in a period of great depression. Yesterday, her older sister was murdered. She would have graduated today. They were at the shopping square of the city and everyone treated Rita to gifts. Suzie Bojaknowlski bought her tickets to a 'Hyperion' concert, but that did little. Stephanie Writz bought her a new hovercycle. Rita was a bit happier, but she was still blue. Sharon Waters, the oldest of them all at age forty-two, arranged for Rita to meet Ruby Rhodd in person tonight on the set of his movie. "C'mon Red.you gotta cheer up. At least a little bit." Suzie said as they walked down the sidewalk, passing store by store. "Yeah," Sharon chimed. "You're that one who has everyone thinking you're on prozac. You're the cheerful one of the bunch." "Sorry to be a drag guys." Rita stated sarcastically. "But a Maverick killed my sister." "Rita," Stephanie started, "How you be certain it was a Maverick? For all we know, it could've been a wild animal or a -" "God damnit Steph, don't hand me that bullshit! You know good and well that an animal would never crack her skull in like that, or rip her scalp of like it was a fuckin' hat. No animal anywhere near Detroit has that power. Nobody suggests that because you like to fuck women that maybe you like to skinny dip in Alaska! It was a Maverick, and you know it was." Silence. Stephanie's feelings were truly hurt now. Not only was Rita pissed at her, but also her voice was rather loud just then, so now about 15% of Detroit's gossipers heard that Steph was a lesbian. "Look, I'm sorry Ri-" "Shut up!" Victoria snapped. "Hey! Don't tell me to shut up!" Stephanie replied. "No, be quiet, I hear sumfin'." All of them listened intently. Off in the distance, they thought they heard a scream. An explosion accompanied it. "Shit, let's go!" all five took off towards Stephanie's S.C.U cruiser. Pressing a button on a remote, the trunk flipped open. Reaching inside, they all pulled out S.C.U riot control armor and some hand blasters. Closing the trunk, they all took off down the other end of the street. They turned the corner and stared open-eyed and slack jawed. Before them stood the largest Maverick attack the city has seen. Victoria took command. She recognized the Mavericks. They were the same ones that took her mother away last year. "Sharon, get to S.C.U headquarters and get my brother. Tell him we have a serious problem here."

"Hey Beta, come look at this." Silver Lightning stood on a building near the shopping square, watching his troops go to work. Syntax Beta stepped up next to him. "Look over there. see the four women?" "Yeah, what about them?" "They're actually beating our troops." "So? They'll die soon enough." "But look at the one with blonde hair. Do you know who she is?" "Hey.isn't that that Williams kid?" Silver nodded. "I say we kill them." "No. That's Hyper's daughter. He will find out she's here and rush to her aid. We wait." Beta smiled.

Lt. DeAngelo Williams was filing a case of his when the main double doors of the HQ flew open. Two S.C.U traffic cops hauled in a woman, early forties, wearing Special Crimes Unit Riot control armor. "Let me go damnit!" "Sir! We caught this female speeding in a stolen S.C.U cruiser." DeAngelo looked up and turned around. "Karinski, let her go." "But-" "Let her go.private." The two released her and left the main room, heading to the briefing room. "Sharon, what happened?" "Mavericks.attacking the shopping square..." "That would explain the cutting of the phone lines." "There's at least over a thousand of them." Sharon said. DeAngelo began giving orders when Sharon added "and your sister is out there." He stopped and looked at her. "She's out there fighting Mavericks in Riot Control armor?" Sharon nodded. "Crazy ass woman.RANDAL! Get your Roughnecks together with full battle armor and grenade launchers!" Randal nodded and ran to assemble his squad. "MALCOLM! Take your Maulers in riot defense armor with flame-throwers! Karinski, you get on the broad band and call every S.C.U officer you can and tell them to get here now!" DeAngelo ran towards the armory and prepped himself for the biggest battle Detroit has ever seen.

BioGen HeadQuarters

Tybalt strolled through the huge BioGen base towards the lab. He was created here in the year 2115 and was kept frozen. Reactivated three months ago, he was placed in a chamber inside Skull Castle. He walked towards the lab to ask his creator, Lestat Darkstar for transportation. He stepped inside the laboratory and saw him standing on a floating platform giving orders. He was in his early twenties his raven hair tied back into a ponytail. His armor was indigo with dark red highlights. He kept his youth since 2100, a result of the Lazerus project. "Ah Tybalt, my finest creation..." Lestat said as he let the platform land on the floor. I would like you to meet an older addition to the family. Meet the Renegades." A quartet of people stepped forward wearing armors that looked way advanced for this decade. "Meet the team leader Castor Jones and her sister Pollux." The smallest two stepped forward, nodding their heads. ~ Very cute.~ he thought. "Carbon Copy. He is a Reploid with the ability to change his form into any male form that he wishes." A Reploid about Tybalt's height stepped forward. The last one, a large, wide shouldered Reploid stepped forward. "He has the same powers as his little brother." Lestat said. "DUPLICATE!" A voice rang out from the main doorway. Tybalt turned and his mouth flew open. There, in the doorway, stood Lestat. He turned to the platform and Lestat stood there as well. Then, a small flash of light engulfed the Lestat on the platform. In seconds, a Reploid female stood in his place. "Duplicate. Reploid female with the powers to metamorphosis into any form, male or female." As the Renegades walked away, Lestat led Tybalt towards the cryogen division of the lab. Lestat walked over to a door and opened it. He pulled out a table and the frozen body of a female, late twenty's. A large hole was on her chest, evidence from a blast of some sorts. "Tybalt, you need a partner in your duties. Not Silver Lightning or Syntax Beta, Alpha and Beta Mavs cannot handle your jobs. Mother has told me this. What she has told me is you and your new partner, the only two Hyper Mavericks in existence, are to help her greatly." "Lestat, who exactly is Mother, anyway?" "Can't tell you. I know you came to ask me for transportation. In your base, you shall find 20 Range Rovers, 3 HumVees, a fleet of attackcycles, and one fighter jet." "Only one?" "Mother says that's all we could spare. Sorry. Now, I will have our scientist prep this body to become a Reploid. You get to customize her and whatnot. Now go. Mother wants Detroit to be the first to experience the Mahapralaya." Tybalt nods and beams out.

Sibling Rivalry

Hyper awoke early as DarkForge shoved him out of bed. A few minutes later as Hyper put his armor on and grabbed his CrowdPleaser, Dark told him of the serious Maverick attack happening on the other side of town. Fifteen minutes later they were zooming through deserted streets. As Hyper sped along the street in his GroundTracker, Dark pulled alongside one his attackcycle. "Think no one's here because of the attack?" Hyper shook his head. "No. This part of town has been dead for years. Why, I am not sure. I think it was something about a big creature that stayed here. It's supposedly gone, but people won't live here anymore." A plasma blast tore through the quietness of the streets like fire through ice. Both Maverick Hunters turned their heads to see what was attacking them. "MavTroops." Hyper said through gritted teeth. "I count around ten." Dark said. "You go help the hunters at the shopping square. I'll handle these." Hyper replied as he gunned the engine and swerved down a side street. As he suspected, Dark wasn't a considered target. Also as he suspected, all the MavTroops followed. Six were in a heavily armed Hummer while the other four followed on attackcycles The HumVee pulled along Hyper and aimed a proton cannon at the GroundTracker's engine. Hyper reached over to the passenger seat and pulled up the CrowdPleaser. He took aim and shot the front tire of the Hummer. The wheel blew off in a small, but bright explosion. The vehicle swerved out of control and careened into the side of a building, blowing up almost instantly. The flaming wreck created a barrier between him and the remaining troops. They all leapt over the burning HumVee and landed shooting.at nothing. Hyper turned the Stealth Core on and parked. As the Troops fly past, Hyper pulled off shooting. Shooting a thruster on one made it careen into a second. By now, the Stealth Core had worn off, and he was in view of his targets. As one turned to fire, Hyper shot the engine and it blew up in a blaze of fire. Hyper took aim at the next one when the car started to slow. He looked at the LED gas gauge and saw that it hadn't been re-gassed since his vacation. He glanced up and saw that the last troop foolishly pulled alongside the car, hoping to kill Hyper up close. Hyper grabbed the MavTroop's arm and pulled him off the bike. Hyper then jumped onto the attackcycle and speed off. The Maverick sat up in the car, preparing to start it and go after Hyper. He looked at the gas gauge and saw numbers counting off. It hit zero and a loud beep was heard before the GroundTracker exploded, adding another wreck to this deserted area of town.

As Hyper turned a corner, a plasma blast blew him off the bike. As he sat up from the ground, the bike crashed into a building. He reached for his gun when a heavy boot pinned his arm in place. He looked up into the face of Tybalt. "You are the most pathetic piece of machinery I've ever laid an optic on." Hyper reaches for his beam sabre but Tybalt kicked him in the jaw. "Pathetic. You're not even a true Reploid." "Oh please..." Hyper says, wondering why his 'brother' doesn't try to kill him. "You constantly depend on the weapons you create than the ones you were built with. You act more and more organic every day, 'brother'." Hyper figures Ty is building up to the point before he kills him. "If you kill me, the Knights will-" Tybalt places his booted foot on Hyper's neck and applies pressure. "Kill you? Please. Mother has other plans for you. And what about the Knights? That ragtag team of Robots with various troubled pasts can't even faze me. I'm on a whole new level that you or them can never attain." Before Hyper responds, a plasma blast rang out through the street. Tybalt was knocked off of Hyper. The Hunter rolls away and prepares for a fight. "Sibling rivalry?" DarkForge1 asks with a wry grin. "You fool! You have no idea of what you interrupted!" "Eh. I figure it could be no bigger than your IQ" With a frustrated growl, Tybalt beams out. Dark helps his partner up. "I figure you needed some help. Now c'mon, let's go bust some Mavs."

Overseeing the Chaos

Tybalt casually joined his two cohorts on the rooftop overseeing the chaos. "So, what I miss?" he asked. Syntax Beta looked at Tybalt and said "You coat is burned." He received a look that told him to value his days on this planet. Silver answered Ty's question. "That group of females started fighting back. So far they picked off nearly two hundred of the Troops. One left and brung the S.C.U with her." "What's that stuff back there?" Tybalt asked, pointing to a pile of metal behind them. "This place was a sword making factory. Unfinished sword blades, fencing armor and an anvil is back there." "Anvil?" Tybalt asked with an evil grin. Beta flipped off the roof and landed in front of the Huntress closest to the building. Fighting her back, he laughed as he pinned her against the wall. He then backed away from her and ran. As she gave chase, up above, Tybalt yelled, "BOMBS AWAY!" He drops the anvil, followed by a maniacal laugh. About 15 feet away, Victoria felt something hard and wet hit her thigh. She shot the three attacking MavTroops and turned to see what the thing was. It was Rita's head. As the blood formed a pool under her severed appendage, her jaw quivered a bit and her eyes rolled into the back of her head, their final resting-place. She looked back and saw Rita's body, the huge black anvil on its back, the blood forming a miss-shaped circle around the neck. Evidently, the force of the blow popped Rita's head clear off. Placing her hands on her knees, Victoria promptly threw up. She threw up food eaten hours earlier with her friend, now dead. She threw up a friendship cut short by the demented actions of two Mavericks. She threw up a bit of humanity. Tossing the blaster to the ground and unclipping her beam sabre, she marched forward. A MavTroop buzzed past her face via JetPak to fight other Hunter's. Coming her way, MavTroops prepared to stop this human in her tracks. One leapt to tackle her. She ducked and ignited the sabre. Coming up from her crouched position, swinging the sabre in an arc, she split a troop in two. Her first attacker tries his luck and she impales him in the stomach. He doesn't die right away, and she uses it to her advantage. Swinging the sabre around, with him on it, she uses him as a shield to block oncoming fire. Running forward, she impales the shooter in the stomach and another MavTroop in his side. She continues running, and doesn't stop until the sabre tip hits the wall of the building. Pulling the sabre out quickly, the MavTroops fall dead. She continues her trek into the building, and up the old rotting staircase. Troops on their way down are assaulted head on by one lone Organic quickly. They are thrown over the banister, cut to shreds by the ignited blade of energy, or forced into the fire path of their teammate. She continues upward, fighting using only the human trait Reploids cannot mimic, the trait called Rage. Kicking the rooftop door down, two Mavericks stared at her. She stands in the doorway, her golden hair shining in the blaze of the sun.her heart pumping exceedingly fast as the adrenaline surges through her body.her muscles visibly rippling, glistening in her sweat. She glares at the two with accusing eyes, for both have caused great trauma in her life. She glares at the first one, his white hair falling around his face. "You." she said, pointing the beam sabre at Silver. "You took my mother away, you bastard." Silver Lightning simply smiled. "And you." She accused, pointing the weapon this time at Syntax. "You're the sick fuck who just killed my friend.and my mother." Syntax looked shocked. "Bastard? Fuck? I swear there is such vulgarity in our youngsters today. Don't you agree, Silver Lightning?" Silver plastered the same look Syntax had on his face. "I truly do. And she called me the bastard! No respect, I tell ya." Victoria charged, rage and hatred her fuel, at the Mavericks. Holding her sabre in front of her leveled, like a shield, she prepares to fight. She knows they could shoot her dead any time they chose to do so. But instead, they smiled. She didn't see Tybalt coming. He charged her from behind and at an angle, lifting her up. The sabre fell from her hands. And Syntax and Silver moved out of Ty's path. As her attacker stopped and hurled her over the edge, she realized her mistake. Not using common sense, she barged into a trap. About fifteen feet off the ground, a Maverick Hunter on an attackcycle catches her in his arms. "Well lookie here," he says, looking into her eyes. "Looks like God dropped one of his angels." DarkForge1 brings the vehicle to a stop and sets her down. He turns back and yells "HEY HYPER! TY AND THE REST ARE ON THE ROOF!" Hyper nods as he shoots a MavTroop in the chest. He runs and takes a huge jump, landing on the floor beneath the roof. DarkForge1 smiles at the organic he just saved and zooms off, impaling a MavTrooper in the head with the speared tip of the bike.

Brotherly Love

In the building above, Hyper walks towards a staircase. He starts up it as a voice calls out to him. "Hyper." He turns, cannon charged. A good ten feet from him stands who appears to be Syntax. "Syntax?" Hyper asks. "Syntax Beta, the harbinger of your doom." Syntax grabs the handles on his elbows and pulls. In his hands, he holds handles for beam sabres. He presses a button and ignites them, the red blades illuminating the room. A crackle of electricity grabs Hyper's attention. He turns and stares at who appears to be Silver Streak. He bows. "Silver Lightning at your demise." A smile so twisted and evil crept it's way on his face, like the fabled serpent in the grass. The first attack was made by Syntax. He charged at Hyper, sabres slashing. Hyper twirls out of the way and swings his fist around, hoping to hit Syntax in his back and send him sprawling. His move resulted in nearly severing an arm cannon by the blades on Beta's back. Silver attacked by grabbing Hyper's damaged cannon, sending waves of electricity through the Hunter. Syntax came again, kicking the Maverick Hunter to the ground. A wave of his fingers produces a fifteen-inch steel rod in Silver Lightning's hands. He brings it down unto Hyper's back, laying him out on the floor in tremendous pain. Silver then repeats the movement. "Payback's a bitch, ain't it?" "Ok, you two. You've had your fun." a voice calls out. Hyper can only pray it is help. Those two would kill him without a second thought. Two sharp claps are heard and the whole floor is illuminated by light. Tybalt stood across the room, still clad in Hyper's organic clothing. "The Clapper. Nifty little toy, isn't it? Ready to die, brother?" Hyper bares his teeth into a snarl and charges his secret weapon. "Lightning.Beta.leave us be. I must talk with my significant other." As the two Mavericks exit the building, something inside Hyper snaps. "Other?" he asks, climbing to his feet. "I am not your 'significant other', I'm not your brother, and I'm damn sure no relative of yours, so don't you dare call me brother." "Mother told me you'd might say something like this." Tybalt said, pacing the room. "And stop with this damn 'mother' crap. I know you're crazy, Tybalt, but I figured you'd be getting past this imaginary friend stage." While he was talking, Tybalt mocked every word Hyper said. As he finished, he added "My Maker, what a fucking Boy Scout. See, if you were really my brother, you'd never say some--" "That's just it! I am NOT your fuckin' brother, so stop looking like me!" For a moment, Tybalt looks shocked. Then he throws his head back and laughs, a sinister, maniacal laugh. As he faces Hyper again, Tybalt no longer looks like his enemy, but he has his own distinct facial features. "C'mon bro.take your best shot. I know you want to. Don't think I can't feel the energy being sucked towards your cannon. Come on. Shoot me." To further emphasize this, Tybalt outstretched his arms. "SHOOT ME!" Hyper stood and aimed directly at Tybalt's chest. With a yell of anger, he said "HYPER BLAST!" A beam of continuous plasma hit Tybalt in the chest and he was instantly engulfed in as the beam of white energy sent him crashing into a wall. The blast enlarges to a cone shape and the energy color changes hue to red, followed by blue, orange, green, yellow, and purple. Hyper holds the blast until his energy reserves are depleted. He falls to his knees, breathing heavily. He's sure that Tybalt is dead. "How's that for depending on handmade weapons, motherfucker." These buildings were made to withstand Maverick attacks, so Tybalt wasn't sent through the wall. ^Danger Energy Low ^ flashed in Hyper's eyes. He started to pass out when a laugh filled the air. An evil laugh. Hyper gazes up and sees Tybalt climb to his feet. Tybalt continues to laugh at Hyper. "Is that the best you can do?" Hyper thought it was. However, Tybalt is standing before him; the majority of his clothes burned off him. What's left hangs in tatters. "Now it's my turn." Tybalt stands completely still, arms in front of him, hands facing the floor. Not being a fool, Hyper tries to fire at Tybalt. The charge is heard, but before the shot is fired, his cannon dies on him. He barely has energy to use his optics on visual. Tybalt raises his arms towards the ceiling and an onyx beam engulfs him. As it ends, Tybalt stands in an armor that has been made out of something not of this earth. He aims his hands at Hyper and yells "GENOCIDE DEATH!" Hyper barely has time to move an eyelid as a beam of jade power smacks into him. The blast sends him flying through the wall and crashing into the building across the street. As he hits the ground twenty stories below, the last thing he sees before a complete systems shutdown is his daughter, less than a block away. His hand reaches out to her before his systems fail.

Re-Birth

A lowly lab assistant ran from the cryo wing of the BioGen lab to the main room, where Lestat was still giving orders. "Sir?" Lestat turned the assistant. "What?" "The body you ordered to be filled with the Lazerus liquid?" "Yes, what about it?" "It's um.gone.it's been gone for three hours now." "Justin, how in the hell could you let the body end up missing for three hours?" Justin fidgeted. "Well, I um.after I started the filling process, I had a pimento sandwich and." Lestat finished for him. ".And pimento makes you sleepy, yes I know. This is your first week here at BioGen. I shall let this, your first mistake, pass." His com-link beeped and Lestat answered it. "Yes?" "Sir, this is the Conversion Room. We found the missing body, but it's dead." "What?" "Well, as near as I can tell, the body made it's way here, got in the lab, and converted it's memories into a Reploid Central Processing Unit and is now.modifying itself." "How'd it get in the C.R?" "When we came in, the door was open, so whoever was in here last didn't lock it, the fridge is wide open and an empty jar of pimento is on the counter." Lestat turned and glared at Justin. "Justin, this is your second mistake, a mistake which may end up costing me 70 billion dollars. Lazerus fluid, memory conversions and the such do not come cheap." Justin actually started crying. "Don't worry, I won't kill you. I get my subscription to 'How to be an Evil Overlord' newsletter." Justin smiled now." "Instead, I'm firing you. Report to the ejection station. There, you shall get your release forms and be brainwashed so you have no recollection of this. Now be gone." As Justin slumped off, a clamor behind him caught Lestat's attention this time. Syntax Beta and Silver Lightning walked to the platform and kneeled, bowing their heads. "Thank you master for re- instating us." Silver said. "We are not worthy enough to be part of the Mahapralaya." Syntax added. "Nonsense!" Lestat replied, walking down off the staircase. "If Mother believes in you two, you shall be part of it. You both did your jobs well. Silver, last summer you carefully screwed up Hyper's programming. Now he doesn't even know who made him! And Syntax, using you Jungle Bases as a front for dumping all those chemicals in the water! Why, nearly all of Africa is dying from virtually wiped out diseases! And in ten years time, all of the water will be contaminated, causing many human deaths and animal mutations. Phase one of Mass Genocide was completed, and the Maverick Hunter's don't suspect a thing." Syntax started to reply, but loud crashing from behind him caused them all to look back. Tybalt was trying to make his way over there, but apparently; he had trouble seeing straight, walking, or both. As he got there, leaving a trail of mess in his wake, he breathlessly asked "What.is.wrong with.me?" Lestat turned to Syntax and asked, "Has he eaten?" Syntax shook his head. Lestat laughed. "You silly Maverick! Although you are a Reploid, you cannot go on without sustenance! You still need lubricants, over-hauls, and even an occasional Organic meal. Speaking of Mavericks, the one you were to customize is on the loose." "What?" "Syntax, there is a bowl of oil over there. Dip a candy bar or something in it and bring him to the Conversion room."

7 Minutes Later

Lestat, followed by his three Mavericks, walk into the conversion room. A monitor in front of a chair is scrolling female mug shots very fast. A Reploid, faceless, sits in a chair. Lestat motions for Syntax and Silver to remain by the door. Tybalt follows him in the room. "Hello?" Lestat called out. "Reploid person?" "My name is Demitria." a feminine voice responds. For a moment, Lestat looks shocked. He seems as though he is about to say something, but Demitria cuts him off. "Yes, Lestat, I know who I am. Or was, actually. I also know that it is dangerous for most conversion cases for the person to retain all their memories, but I invented the whole fucking system, so I know my way around it. Now if you'll excuse me, I have to fix myself up." "Um.actually, that's his job." Lestat says, pointing to Tybalt. Demitria stands and faces them, her metal skeletal head looking odd without skin and optics without a hue, blonde hair falling haphazardly around her face. "Damn it! What is it with you males? You think you have to customize and control everything! Not this bitch. I shall do whatever pleases me just fine, thank you. And we have to have a talk, 'Father', when you get a moment." She turns and faces the monitor again. She presses a button and the screen stops. "Her.I want her face.the actress they called Charlize Theron." "But-" Demitria glared at him and said something in Swedish. He stands defiantly for a moment. "NOW!" Taking a deep breath, Lestat walks away, off to make preparations, and to let Mother know that his daughter is home.

2 Hours Later

"Silver, bring me the optics." Demitria sat in the chair, where her optics should have been were empty, black sockets. Syntax placed two orbs in her hands and she placed them in her eye sockets. "Are you sure you want those hued optics?" Silver asked. She looked at him through Ice Blu eyes. "Yes, I'm sure." she said, slipping on some black Ray-Bans. "Syntax, are the bases ready?" "How'd you-" "I know every detail about you two. In my past life, I designed your specs. Now, are the bases ready?" "Yes." Demitria smiles. "Good. Silver, you shall take Atlantis base. Syntax, you take the Sky base. After, we shall meet on the moon. Now, go the Knights base in California and kidnap the following and deliver them to the locations indicated on the map." Syntax and Silver leave the room as Demitria plans on what she will do next.
Rude Awakenings

BioGen Space Base Eleven hours after Demitria awakens

*** Demitria stands in front of the mirror, inspecting her new face. She turns her head this way and that, becoming more and more pleased with her looks. Her milky white complexion is perfectly accentuated by her Ice Blu eyes and her shoulder length blonde hair. Of course, it is a bit long for her; it will be cut at a suitable time. Nevertheless, for now, she has things that are more important on her mind. Just then, Tybalt enters the room. "Greetings, my fellow Maverick." Demitria turns and looks at him. Not outfitted with armor or weapons yet, she's wearing blue jeans and a BioGen sweatshirt. The emblem: 'BioGen: Company For The World'. "My name is Tybalt, a BioGen Hyper Maverick. I am a Technologically Yielding -" ".Battle Android Learning Tool, Series One, Model Two." Demitria finishes with a smirk and nod of her head, as though she's head that all before, countless times over. Tybalt looks a bit nervous; that was highly unsettling. She hasn't been here a day, yet she knows his name down to his serial number. "Yes, well, um.I wish to apologize for Lestat's remarks earlier. I didn't want to customize you; I just merely wanted to help create a partner capable of helping me with my goals." Demitria scoffs at this, folding her arms across her chest. Tybalt stands by the door, measuring her carefully.she's giving off some vibes that scares him a bit. When at rest, Tybalt is not so threatening or horrifying as when he's out in the field. "Well, um, how are we feeling now that we've gotten our face together?" Now Demitria really looks at him. She hadn't paid much attention to him earlier when she was in the Conversion Room, but as she looks at him now, standing there in full battle armor, she finds herself enamored with him, noticing everything visible about him. His armor, obsidian black, resting over a matching body suit, a black so deep it seems to swallow the light. His face, so magnificently chiseled, giving him an almost model- esque appearance, his long black hair falling loosely around his head. She can see his muscles move and rip as he shifts from foot to foot, waiting for a response. Yes, to her, he is the image of physical perfection. She begins to grin foolishly at him, but not for the reason he first suspects ("My Maker, Reploids can go insane."). Demitria grins because her plan worked; her father was able to implement her designs and create a Maverick from the remains of an Organic. She knew by his very name; T.Y.B.A.L.T was the name of the project. She walks over to him and begins to measure him up with her eyes and hands. He stands motionless, eyeing her curiously. "Quickly, how hard can you hit?" "With no forward motion, I can hit with exactly 259 pounds of pressure." She begins to think of other questions to ask, but stops quickly. "What year is this?" "Twenty-one twenty-five." Demitria stands in disbelief. Did it really take her Father 25 long years to complete the project? "21.25?" "Yes." "And you've been active for how long? A few days?" Tybalt looks puzzled. "I've been recently active for about 3 weeks. I was first activated for a trial run in 2115." She stands, shortly stunned. "Twenty-one fifteen, you said?" He nods. "Where is my father?" Hearing her question wrong, he accidentally gives her the right answer. "Father is in his study, about two decks above. Why?" Tybalt doesn't receive an answer for Demitria has already left.

"Father! Father, get out here now!" Demitria stands in the doorway to the large room, calling out Lestat. By the time she gets there, she is seething with rage. How could her father wait ten years before bringing his only treasure, his beloved daughter, back to life? The only reason she allowed herself to be killed was because he promised to activate her as soon as he finished the other T.Y.B.A.L.T model, not when he was ready. His 'study' was really a large and expansive library, with shelves of books extending far into the room. It really looks quite peaceful. "Lestat Darkstar, get the fuck out here! NOW!" There goes the peacefulness. "Who in the hell would be foolish enough to - -" Lestat stops mid-sentence, looking at his daughter, re-incarnate. Even without all of the BioGen trimmings, she is still a machine to be feared. From what he has read thus far, she is maxed out in nearly all aspects: speed, agility, stamina, and strength. It would be foolish to confront her: that's why Lestat is playing his cards carefully. He was caught without his armor, as well. He is only clad in a pair of silk lounge wear and robe. "Hello Demitria." She steps into the room, and a devious grin crosses her face. "Hey, dad-dy." Demitria calls to him in a singsong voice. "How ya been, daddy?" "I've been doing fine, dear." "Don't you dear me, goddamnit! Why the fuck didn't you activate me when you finished Tybalt?" "Because someone else thought we should wait." "What?" And then Lestat begins to tell her of everything that has happened since her death: How Neo defeated I)elta Sector, causing his boss to kill himself, and how his daughter came to him, emotionally distraught and seeking comfort. He explained carefully to Demitria that, her coming to him, was an excellent opportunity that he needed: she owned 51% of the company that he needed to control for their plans. After years of working through the legal work, it was his, and by then, they had become attracted to each other. That part shocked Demitria the most; how could he love a black woman? This very man who taught her it was ok to hate them, was in love with one? He went on to talk of how he revealed his true intentions to her, after explaining carefully that her husband was the cause of all this. Once she was included in the plans, she decided that Demitria wouldn't be needed right off, thus getting him to wait to reactivate her. Just as she was starting to find herself understanding the whole thing, he began with the coup de grace. "I'm married to her, as well." At this, Demitria looks to him, wide eyed in disbelief. "You did fucking WHAT?!" Lestat acts like he didn't hear her, continuing. "She and I work as a team now, Demitria, and she thought---" "You married her?" she asks, the question almost a hiss of anger. Lestat nods. "Oh, I don't fucking believe this shit. I just can't fucking believe you, dad. You cast me, your only daughter, aside like a tool and redo our plans just for that nigger-bitch?" "My, my, my, such vulgar language." Mother says, standing just outside the door. Demitria turns and glares at her. The shadow from the doorjamb falls across the top half of her face. Her mouth and the rest of her body are clearly visible, such as the two intricately designed pieces of jewelry covering both her hands. A tribally designed metal jewel covers her forearm, all the way to her hands. They wrap and curve around her middle and ring fingers, as well as from her Bracelets of Fortune. The wires meet in the center of her palm, wrapping around a ruby gem in her right hand, a turquoise one in the left. She is wearing a skin-tight gray BioGen flight suit. "Tell me Demitria, just what 'nigger-bitch' were you referring too?" Mother then smiles, a smug, daring grin covering her face. It is that same grin that infuriates Demitria, causing her to charge Mother. Raising her right hand, a crimson beam of energy erupts from it, hitting the female Maverick in the stomach. The force knocks her off her feet, sending her skidding across the floor. She climbs up into a kneeling position, trying to catch her breath. Her sweatshirt has a hole burned in it; her skin singed a bit. She quickly thanks herself for thinking to have Balcaltricium grafted to her syntheskin. "Care to try again?" Mother taunts, removing the weapons from her hands and placing them on the shelf nearest the door. Falling into the trap, Demitria charges again. Taking only eight steps into the room, Mother stands her ground. As Demitria swings for a clothesline, Mother grabs her arm with a speed and power that stuns Demitria, swinging her around in a circle before flooring her with a clothesline of her own. Her head hits the ground, and she sees stars. Holding her head in agony, Demitria's mouth is open in a silent scream. ~Damn, that hurt! She must have had strength enhancements.~ Before she can sit up, Mother's knees, and a before-unseen knife to her throat pin down her arms. "Get off me, you old bitch." She laughs. "Old? That's funny, considering I still look like I did thirty five years ago, while you look like shit." "Bitch!" Mother presses the knife down harder, and leans closer to Demitria's face. "Listen girl, and listen well.I didn't like you 30 years ago, the passage of time has not changed that." She pauses for a moment, looking into the Mavericks eyes to make sure she understands her. "You are nothing to me. I value the shit on my hiking boots more than I do you. The only reason you are alive now is because it makes your father happy. Now, there will be only bitch in charge here, and that bitch is me." Mother says, a confident smile on her face. "You old whore." Mother laughs at Demitria's comment. "Oh Demitria, you foolish little girl. The only person I'm fucking - and fucking well, I might add - is you father. He eats pussy the way I like it, too. Why else do you think I gave him my half of the company?" A tear rolls from Demitria's eyes. This is just entirely too much for her to handle in one day. And her father.how could her own father be doing the things that Mother just described? Mother releases her hold on Demitria and stands. "I want you to try this again, Demitria. I really do; it'll give me a chance to decorate my room with your fucking insides." Mother then turns behind her to address Lestat. "If you really love your child, Lestat, I think you should talk some fucking sense into her before I kill the bitch." With that said, Mother leaves the room. Climbing shakily to her feet, she looks towards Lestat, for something; some type of comfort, reassurance, even for him to tell her everything's going to be ok. He looks away. Shaking her head in disbelief, Demitria turns and runs. Nearly bowling Tybalt over on her way past her room, she runs for the engine rooms. Cowering deep behind a steam vent, huddled into a ball on her side, for the first and last time in her Reploid life, Demitria cries.

Thieves in the night

Rocket Jocky sits at his monitor at the Knights of the Future base in California. It's his turn at night watch. But instead of doing so, he plays Quake, eating a spoonful of jiggily green Jell-O every now and then. Five days before, a large Maverick attack was launched in Detroit. The Knights started to join in, but the Mavericks suddenly pulled out. When DarkForge1 returned with a barely active Hyper, Wulf read them both the riot act for leaving without checking with him. Hyper had told Wulf where he could stuff his riot act and he wasn't too happy with that. Hyper was put in a regeneration chamber and three days later he left back to his base. But none of this mattered. Rocky was playing his game, and eating his food. No Maverick had attacked the base since that fool Syntax, but that was last year. Too bad he didn't notice the MavTrooper climbing the wall on the next monitor.

"People, I would like Blizzard in the Atlantis base. Syntax wants Hunter-12. Aeirem Blaze, DarkForge1, Gold Stryker and Rocket Jocky are to be delivered to the Moon Base. Tybalt is in command. Hop to it people." Silver Lightning finished the orders and walked to the large hellicarrier that brung him here. "Squad one, you take out the vehicle garage. Squad two, you follow me in the main attack. We have some Hunters to take." Tybalt glanced back and the Troop gave the ok sign that the visual cable was snapped. "Ok boys.let's rock."

Rocky nearly jumped out his skin as the red warning light went off. It meant the base was under attack. He glanced at the monitor next to his and saw visual snow. He ran down the hall, heading towards the Maverick Hunter quarters. The closest was Blizzard's. He rounded the corner, but saw he was too late. She was already being dragged from her room. He started to help her, but a well aimed plasma blast knocked him to the ground, overriding his systems, putting him in a much unwanted sleep.

"You know, this reminds me of the time when." Wulf was rambling on about one of his famous adventures on Urth as he and Aeirem stood back to back, fighting off the rather dimwitted MavTroops. "Wulf, y'mind shuttin' up and fightin'?" Aeirem hollered as she shot another troop. Wulf started to reply with a snappy response but a plasma blast knocked him to the floor. With all the Mavericks in the hall dispersed of, Aeirem turned to see what just shot her friend. A Reploid, his obsidian armor enveloping the light, stands, blowing the billowing plasma smoke from his cannon. "Ah, how the mighty have fallen. And that was the great Wulf? The rest of you haven't got a chance." "Who are you?" Aeirem asked, terror etched on her face. "The name's Tybalt. Hyper's brother." She noticed a slight resemblance between the two Reploids as she got ready to attack. Swiftly, the cannon was aimed at her. "I advise you to think 'bout shooting me," Aeirem says, hoping to buy some time. The Maverick lowers his cannon for a moment. By now, she realizes that the other Hunters are captured, and Hyper and Dark are the only two Hunters left to do anything. "And why is that?" Tybalt asks before raising his cannon again. "Because Hyper will-" "Hyper? Ha! That idiot couldn't handle me the last time, what makes you think I should be scared of him now?" Aeirem stumbles before falling to floor, having fallen over a downed MT. "Well, it looks like ya've got another victim on your hands. How does that make you feel? Empowered? I'm disgusted." "As a matter of fact, I do feel empowered. I'd love to see you suffer at my hands before I turn you inside-out." "Calm yourself, Tybalt." A feminine voice says from behind him. Demitria steps to his side in matching armor and places a hand on his cannon, making him lower it. Her short blond hair hangs around her head, stopping just below the ears, her bangs nearly covering the sunglasses that hide her eyes. "We want her functional." The Maverick kneels down next to Aeirem and removes her glasses. Aeirem is surprised to see Hyper's eyes. "Listen sweetie, don't give us any trouble, ok? Come quietly and you won't be harmed." Before she can answer, a rain of plasma flows from the other end of the hall. The Maverick quickly runs for cover before she is shot. "Step away from her Tybalt!" "Bro! Nice to see ya alive and well!" Tybalt says before he fires. Demitria peers around the corner, staring at the Maverick Hunter named ProtoMan Hyper. "Beautiful." she says, her voice quivering a bit. It sounds as though the very thought of Hyper has her excited. Hyper responds with another barrage of plasma as a second one joins him. In this narrow passageway there is little room to move, so Tybalt is forced to retreat without Aeirem or Wulf. "C'mon, Demitria; there will be others times to study your toys." Tybalt says as he pulls her away. As Hyper gives chase, Dark stops beside Aeirem. "Are you ok?" As she gives him a reassuring nod, DarkForge checks on Wulf, who is still out. After he does so, Hyper returns. "They're gone, and so are the rest of the Knights.." "Well?" Dark responds. "Let's go get them!" Hyper shakes his head. "They destroyed the vehicle garage, D.B.A is still in Detroit, and by the time I get to Hyper HQ to get a vehicle, they'd be long gone.Miss Blaze, are you ok?" As she climbs to her feet, she nods once again. "Dark, help me get Wulf to MedLab. Miss Blaze, if you will, try to get some sort of trace on the vehicle's flight pattern." As Dark and Hyper carry the sleeping Wulf to the MedLab, Aeirem rushes to a console and starts all the tracking programs. Unfortunately, the ship has at least 30 tracking scramblers. She sighs and she re-adjusts herself in the chair. This is gonna be a long night.