CyberTech: War of the Worlds
Chapter II
Enter: The Cyber Knight
Five years later in the largest building within London, half a mile underground a twenty three year old young man sat on a high backed leather padded chair deep in thought.
Around him were computer panels and gadgets, engines, cars, docks containing all kinds of machines that would awe most people even if they couldn't tell what they're supposed to be. However, in front of him is a huge near transparent giant screen hovering, and causing him to frown in worry, annoyance and confusion as he watched the CyberTech satellite video feed showing a large village (small town) in Northern England.
However, what was so confusing about the recording were the odd men wearing long black robes with white masks and their hoods up covering their hair. Though, from his point of view they were all jeering and laughing as they used some kind of… well he's not sure what but they look like little sticks that fire different coloured light, which does something horrid to the people they're attacking.
Though that not being enough there are some giant sized (at least twenty to thirty foot high) things stomping on people as they ran and cried.
"Tyde!" he suddenly said as the satellite image froze.
In a swish of light she appeared out of nowhere in front of him with a huge beaming smile upon her plump red lips with her bright, sky blue eyes sparkling with happiness. Her dark blonde hair is a neat mess upon her head, hanging long down the sides and front but short at the back. She only stood at 5'5" but she is certainly around twenty years old with a slender body. She was wearing some platformed pumps that gave her an extra two inches raising her height to 5'7"
She was wearing a black and red chequered skirt that hung short just below her tight little butt showing off her long, smooth creamy thighs. Though, she's wearing one black and one red knee high socks, and a form hugging black tee that fit her form perfectly, and accentuates her large bust. She also wore a hooded red jacket left undone with a black T in a white C logo on the left breast side.
"You called Kytey," she asked sweetly with a giggle.
Kyte rolled his eyes. "Yes I want your opinion on what they are?" he pointed towards the screen. "One can never have too many opinions, and the Orbital Research teams have already given their opinions on the matter."
Tyde did not even give it a glance as she replied. "If I say what I think they are you'll think I'm malfunctioning," she said impishly. "As for what my system analysis says, well," she shrugged. "Don't know what they are."
Kyte sighed and rolled his eyes again. "Just tell me what you think they are."
She shrugged. "Um, I don't know what I should call them but the large things are either mythical giants or mecha's with holographic skin to look like giants. As for the humans they are either using some weird new tech or they are magic, witches and warlocks, or maybe wizards, there are so many names for magical humans through the mythological archives I'm not sure what they would be called if they truly exist."
Kyte sighed shaking his head. "What about the police reports?"
"Apparently witnesses and survivors say a hurricane destroyed the town and killed the people," she replied a little disgusted at that.
Kyte growled a little, angry as he fast-forwarded with a small holographic panel hovering above his right armrest. The men with masks and black robes had left, and more came and did something with those who saw what happened. Though these one's were different in that they wore different types of clothes and did not hide their faces.
"If this truly is magic then they used it to modify those people's memories!" he growled furiously.
"But why would they do that and not just kill them too?" asked Tyde eagerly since her creator was not calling her crazy. Plus he would have to call the Sat-Tech guys nuts too, though she'll secretly admit that a lot of scientists working here are a little off kilter.
"Because the killers are obviously terrorists," he replied. "These one's," he gestured the screen. "They could be covering it up from us to keep themselves hidden and secret, safe from us retaliating against them all."
"So you're planning on releasing this to the public, right? So they can defend themselves?" she asked hopefully before he does something stupid.
"Is it possible to detect them?" he asked ignoring her question; she has a bad feeling about this.
"Yes," she agreed. "I'm getting faint readings all over the planet; one is not too far from here."
"It still doesn't make sense, magic would defy logic."
"And cybertronic technology doesn't?" she asked amusedly.
Kyte just glared at her rolling his eyes. "You're supposed to be smarter than that Tyde. Cybertronic tech does not defy logic. In fact, now I think about it magic might not either? I guess this shall be a new project. If we could…" he trailed off and looked back up at Tyde.
She pouted, though looked smug. "So what do you plan to…" she trailed off. "Kyte, there's a large source of activity," she gestured the screen as it switched from the recordings to live satellite feeds of those same assholes attacking innocent people, though this time without giants.
Kyte growled and stood removing his clothes as he got up and began walking dropping them to the floor. "Kyte we haven't got time to have sex," she whined. "We have to help those people."
Kyte let a chuckled escape his lips as he finally pulled off his boxers, stepping naked into an elevator, she checked out his fair muscular body and large package as the doors closed. Tyde appeared in the lift with Kyte seconds later as it descended further underground.
Tyde's eyes then widened as she realised what he planned. "Kyte it hasn't even been tested yet," she complained worriedly.
"Well it's going to be tested now," he replied as the lift doors opened and he stepped out followed by Tyde.
They walked out into a huge garage like chamber with all sorts of large gadgets and vehicles such as a beautiful silver motorcycle, even a huge battle helicopter in military green. However, ignoring them he moved to a closet, pulled out a rubber/leather body tight bodysuit with circler holes throughout, and squeezed into it. The black suit covered him from ankles to neck.
"You sure you want to do this?" asked Tyde worriedly.
He just looked at her and smirked. "I never had a hero to save me, but I can be one to save those people." She just nodded sadly in understanding as he approached metallic armour in dark matte silver and red. Clasping a maniacal along his left forearm with a gasp of pain, closing his eyes he sent out a prayer to whatever techno gods may be watching.
0oo00oo0
Screams of fear, panic, and pain ran ramped throughout the small town as many people were murdered and tortured. Men wearing black robes and white skeletal masks laughed manically with joy as they attacked their prey.
A tall man with bony long fingers and snakelike face with slits for nostrils and blood red eyes watched on in amusement. The muggles would not stand a chance, it was a pity they could not fight back, and it was a little boring, but still held his interest. He wondered how long it would take the Order or ministry to find out and arrive, not that it mattered, and the idiots never arrived on time anyway.
He sometimes wondered why the Order of the Phoenix bothered to even try as they're useless, and sometimes he gets the impression they don't really care much about the muggles. However, from the way they don't fight as hard as they could it's a wonder the fools aren't dead yet. If they had any sense of self-preservation at all they would tell the crazy old fool leader of theirs to fuck off and go it alone. They would be safer that way.
He isn't stupid or blind like those who foolishly follow the old 'light' wizard around so lovingly. He knows that the old fool is a deranged whacko, even more so than he, and forces morons to do things they wouldn't have done under normal circumstances or for anyone else. However, what he says is 'for the greater good' so these idiots do it.
He has to wonder at some of the things the old man comes out with, such as fiercely hiding the girl even though she is no threat and quite honestly he can't be-bothered to even attempt her kidnap. He even knows for a fact that the old man doesn't allow anyone to teach her anything useful so if the prophecy is correct about her then who cares when her 'power' is being neglected because of the fool.
However, his Death Nibbler spies in Hogwarts (she's being forced to stay there during the school year) say she is quite good at practical magic but that isn't what brings a bemused smile to his lips. It's the fact that it's becoming blatantly obvious that the girl is becoming more and more rebellious, and has started questioning the old man's motives. Even with her obedient parents it seems she is very headstrong, maybe he should somehow get the message about the missing sibling to stir things up?
She had actually been caught by the old man (most likely spying on her) learning spells of a (to the light) questionable nature (though to him they were positively mundane). The old man had then forbidden her from learning anything without his permission, which caused a huge row where she told him what she thought and none of it was good, which got her 'grounded'. The old man doesn't have a clue, it's only a matter of time before she snaps and runs away.
Though he could get lucky and she could snap and kill the old bastard. It would certainly do him (and the world) a favour. He might even let her and her closest friends leave the country as payment as he does have some honour and can respect the girl for killing the fool. Though, it seems unlikely but he can only hope.
He was suddenly brought out of his musing by a revving engine of some kind. Frowning he looked around though saw nothing. His frown deepened as he looked up almost gasping in surprise, and he had only thought that the old man starting to kill off his Death Eaters would surprise him. He saw some kind of silver motorcycle, though its wheels looked split to the sides and spinning fast. He could not see the rider clearly, but it was a little worrying.
He was worried slightly for only one fact, he could not sense any magic at work, which means this thing doesn't use magic, which means its muggle. Though he loath to admit it but even he knows that the muggles aren't weak, and he knows that if they ever realise what's going on that they'll start firing, and not even the old man could persuade them 'to see reason', and to 'work for the greater good'. In other words they could have their hands full and potentially lose to the more aggressive force.
He doesn't like to count out possibilities like the old man. He likes to put things in perspective. He knows neither the old man (Order of the Phoenix), nor the Ministry believe that the muggles could really become a threat. It doesn't mean he's afraid of the muggles but it does mean he'll be more cautious, and keep attacks to the minimum, just enough to appease his more ruthless and stupid racist Death Eaters without giving too much away that the muggles may start growing suspicious.
If he had his way he wouldn't bother with the muggles at all as in the greater sceme of things it serves him and his forces no purpose. However, he has to lead these fools to accomplish his eventual control of the Ministry, and to do that he has to give a little to gain a lot. The old man and the likes may think he just controls them through fear, but nothing is that simple, after all he is just one man, though he loath to admit it, even he has his limits.
The wheels on the bike folded in as it neared the ground and sealing before crashing down and skidding to a stop. The bike looked quite a bit larger than he had seen before (at least point five times larger), as the rider stepped off his eyes widened in wonder and apprehension.
A man wearing metallic matte armour soon stood before him. Across his stomach seven dark red plates slanted in each direction like a V over his abs and on his right arm a dark red curved blade poking out of the thick metallic red sleeve around his arm with the tip just above his armoured glove.
His left arm had some kind of small dark red shield on his forearm on a hinge at his elbow leading up just passed his shoulder, though it contains black marking in the shape of elongated ovals. His armour was mostly dark silver except around the top of his abs, shield, right arm, and boots, which are a matte crimson. His helmet was almost dragon-like with sectioned armour around his neck for free movement.
The visor of the helmet is tinted pitch black, not even reflecting a mirror image. Around the matte silver colour of the visor it contained a crimson demon like image going round and up the sides over the flat metal horns on the side.
Around the armours waist was a thick crimson belt which has some kind of thin either side pointing down with his legs, down just below his knees, with depth they could almost be thought of as a skirt, but they seemed to have some kind of handles in them at the perfect reach of the armoured man's hands. The skirt also has some marking going down their length in black, but it was the odd barrel of some kind at the end that was confusing.
He started and took one cautious step back as he noticed everything had gone exceptionally quiet, and took a quick glanced around. The weird armoured man, (he can certainly tell he's mail by the flat chest plates), had garnished everyone's attention, even the muggles had stopped trying to escape.
Then a collective gasp escaped everyone's lips as the bike changed at speed, clicking and re-shifting on metal with zoom and swish like noises as it rose up onto strong and powerful matte silver legs with a similar look to the armoured man in colour, though its 'visor' was more like ski-shades with the same darkness as the amours. To the victims watching it was like something out of a science fiction movie.
The mechas head moved from side to side scanning the crowd, at about nine feet tall. Its crimson red 'eyebrows' narrowed as its 'eyes' rested on the deformed human. It created some kind of whirling noise like its voice was another language entirely out of human understanding.
On the armoured man's back, flat and long to his body in crimson what looked like two engine of some kind with black markings along them, but they seem inactive at the moment.
"W, who are you!" the snake-faced freak demanded suddenly gaining control of himself.
"The question really is…" began the armoured man with a metallic sounding distorted voice. "Who are you, and how fast can you die, but I suppose I'll be the polite one and answer… I am… I am The Cyber Knight…"
The snake-faced man sneered as if disinterested, but he was a little curious. "And 'I' am Lord Voldemort, and 'I' shall teach you muggles all how superior we wizards truly are!"
"Oh and how can you do that when soon you'll be a smear beneath my boots magic man?" asked The Cyber Knight amusedly, a smirk hidden under his helmet. Though, he was a little pissed at the shit-ass poor name these wizards give to his people.
"We'll see about that," he laughed darkly. He turned to his minions. "You lot carry on and I'll take care of this muggle!" he ordered before turning back, his minions laughed.
One minion was about to kill two little children that held each other on the floor fearfully. However, the engines on the robots back moved and activated with a red light energy and its right arm moved up with some kind of black box popping up with two round barrels, and in an crackling sound two red bolts of energy shot out slamming into the robed humans chest sending him flying back with stream rising from the bloody wound as he dropped dead.
The machine moved with speed passed Voldemort, near flying passed using the engines for more speed. Its powerful feet were crunching the ground with its strength, and weight. It clamped down its two strong hands around two more minions heads crushing their skulls before letting them drop, dead to the ground.
The machine then turned from the gawking minions it had not yet disposed of and looked at the scared children, and pointed for them to hide. They didn't need telling twice, nodding they ran as the robot turned back to its prey.
Suddenly the scared minions started bombarding the machine with all manors of forceful spells. It had to dig its powerful feet into the ground as it slid back a little. However, its armour took every hit with ease, but it was the odd blue glow coming from what were black markings on its chest that was worrisome, because of the odd energy shield that lit up transparent blue when spells hit. As some of the spells hit the shield they just veered off course harmlessly hitting wall, grass or cars, but the machine stayed standing, impervious.
To the wizards it was a terrifying sight to see a muggle weapon so capable of taking their spells, and to The Cyber Knight he made a mental note to get Wonderland to look into improving on his Distortion Field technology as it seems quite powerful as a defence against magic.
Suddenly the machine shot up into the sky, and over the spells, crushing down on one minion killing him instantly, and grabbed another's throat ripping his head clean off, then blasted a third. All the while, the minions screamed in panic firing uselessly on the mechanical enemy, wishing they stayed at home this night, some even trying to run away while the muggle weapon mercilessly picked them off.
Voldemort looked back from the metal thing slaughtering his Death Eaters to the armoured man, a look of horror on his face. "You'll pay for this!" he screeched raising his wand. "Avada Kedavra!" he roared enraged a green beam blasted out of his wand.
The Cyber Knight just moved his left forearm in the way, and the black markings flashed into a glowing aqua blue, and the elongated sections popped out, the edges glowing that blue. The curse hit a blue field and veered off smacking into the ground by his feet, but he had to admit silently that that curse has to be very powerful as it made his arm a little numb.
However, the look on Voldemort's face was priceless as his eyes widened in utter horror. "No, no… impossible," he muttered to himself, but with his tech The Cyber Knight could hear him clearly. "T, the Killing Curse I, is supposed to be unstoppable. Only that, that bitch has ever stopped it, and that was with magic. No, you, you…"
"Huh? What's the matter magic man?" he asked laughingly. "Your unstoppable curse doesn't seem quite so unstoppable anymore; maybe I should just slice and dice!"
He yelled the last word as he punched his right fist forward, and a serpent like blade shot out on silver and red sectioned metal, with black marking that started glowing blue, which Voldemort can guess means more trouble. His eyes widened in shock and fear as he had never before been so defeated, and it seemed stupid to test the waters right now as he does not have any upper hand here. He just glared as the serpent blade shot towards him before disappearing with a soft pop.
The blade smashed into the ground where Voldemort once stood creating a shockwave of force and a small crater, before he gave a soft tug and it retracted back into the armour.
The Cyber Knight gave a growl of annoyance as he looked over to see his mecha stopped its fighting when the remaining minions disappeared, running for their lives. He realised he will have to see whether he can calibrate the Distortion Field to hopefully be able to prevent the cowards from teleporting away next time.
"Sydren!" he called to the mech. "Let's go!" The mecha nodded as she looked to him walking over at a leisurely pace as her eyes continued scanning for any more potential threats.
The people were staring in awe, with looks of gratitude. He'll have to hope that this business with these magical fools does not get out of hand. Nobody needs or wants another war, and he would rather his company take care of it without the normal people (super religious nutters, or idiots) going off on some crap about ungodliness and whatever else they come up with.
He wasn't surprised as his sensors suddenly detected something: twenty four people just appear out of nowhere, so he turned round with narrowed eyes. Sure he'll let them modify these people's memories. Heck, he's certain most would prefer not to remember, but it doesn't mean he likes the idea.
They were certainly mage, as they all carried the small thin sticks: (wands). Their sticks were pointing at him and Sydren so he kept his shield active as most of them looked shaky and about to fire at any moment.
He scanned through the crowd and looked into their eyes. A lot of them had a defeated look in their eyes while some he noticed staring in admiration at some white haired bearded stereotypical wizard, (who looked unfazed and as if he has everything under control. In other words delusional), wearing purple robes with gold and silver stars and moons. However, what he liked most were the few with defiance in their eyes, not those that seemed to worship the Merlin wanabee.
Though they all had wands trained on him as their eyes took in the sight of death that he brought behind him. (Maybe he should have captured them all? Though he has no place to imprison them and he sure as hell would rather kill them than give them to these losers just for them to escape justice for some bull-shit reason, and then end up back on the streets to re-offend, after all from his point of view they're terrorists). It was certainly a mess, and he could tell the innocent civilians behind him where scared, and already hiding, but seemed unable to stop watching even as they hid.
Sydren moved cautiously up beside him, and some of the mage nervously fidgeted, and took small steps back as the machine looked the mage over with no expression as she doesn't have a 'face' like a normal organic creature does.
He wondered mildly what these people might try as it's a certainty that they don't want him knowing about this silly infighting these people have going on, but they can do nothing. If they try to stop him they'll become his enemy, also because as far as he's concerned he'll do everything in his power to protect innocent people from this menace to society.
It took a few more moments before the old man took one step forward. He didn't look very pleased, and in fact looked quite pissed at him. Though, he has this awful twinkle to his bright blue eyes that made me want to smack him. However, after a moment The Cyber Knight's sensors picked up something surprising. It was a very mild psychic wave, almost none noticeable, but it was certainly there, and coming from the old man. Though, it's useless as his armour has inbuilt defences against psychic attack on the mind, as it was originally designed to fight against supervillains.
After all with all of the mutants and metahumans, (not that he has anything against them), but there are quite a few that do turn to crime, and therefore the need for weapons to stop them arises as superheroes aren't nearly as common. Though, he makes sure to keep out of Shields way as Stark has enough trouble with them douches trying to and in some cases stealing his technology.
"That won't work on me old man!" he spoke in annoyance as this old man seemed not much better than the terrorists. The old man stopped trying with a look of surprise before his anger returned. "You should learn some manners and restraint old man; it isn't very nice or polite to attempt to look inside someone's mind without their permission."
"He's Albus Dumbledore, he doesn't have to listen to you!" some man with messy black hair and hazel eyes interrupted. "You're just a murdering muggle."
"I am The Cyber Knight!" was his fierce reply. "And these are my people, and I shall defend them how I want too. You may enjoy allowing the dirty old man to watch you screwing… whoever, but I do not."
"Shut up you filthy murderer!" yelled out a ginger haired young man who's face seemed to yell 'smack me' and the Knight was tempted too, though while wearing his armour he would certainly put him in a comer at the very least. "He's the Great Albus Dumbledore, the greatest wizard of our age!" he finished proudly.
The Knight however just laughed, his modulated voice sounding creepier than Voldemort. "Yeah, well I bet mage from other countries might disagree with you, not that I care," he replied nonchalant and enjoyed how angry it made the ginger guy. If he can provoke… no, maybe he should just let it slid? Though he does have this strange feeling he'll end up fighting these fools eventually, it may be best to give them a chance, but if they squander it he'll take them down. They can only hope he'll have the means to keep them imprisoned by then.
The ginger went to seemingly attack and The Cyber Knight moved to defend when the old man put his hand up stopping him and finally spoke. "My name is Albus Dumbledore, leader of the order of the Phoenix," he said calmly, more calm than he would have expected. "You will desist in interfering in what does not concern you. You're lucky as we shall let you go this once but we will not let you…"
"Bite me," The Knight interrupted angrily. "You fools couldn't deal with them while I tore them apart. These are my people so that makes it my business, and I shall do all in my power to protect my people. You should think yourselves lucky that I'm not Shield or you wouldn't get a warning to stay out of my way. I would have just attacked."
"Wait!" Dumbledore cried out but startled as Sydren transformed back into her bike mode before regaining his bravo. "Was that a threat?" he demanded angrily.
"Nope, that was a promise," he replied nonchalant as he climbed on his bike and the engine swished on. "I don't poetically care about you one way or the other, but I will put a stop to this. I will not put up with you fucks coming along all high and mighty saying that it's OK for your fucking kind to terrorise and murder my people but not Ok for me to use deadly force in retaliation.
"I will put a stop to this mindlessness whether you like it or not!" And with those parting words The Cyber Knight revved his engine getting a soft humming whirling sound before spinning round with the back wheel spinning before shooting forward leaving a red trail of light before the bike slightly transformed again and shot into the air.
To Be Continued…