Sorry about the lack of a preview last time, I couldn't think of a next chapter till now. So … Let's go!
The formation of Team Diablon. Who are the Bios?
"Team what?" The group of teenagers asked the disturbingly calm Shinigami. When they were all asked to come to the Death room, they thought it was to be punished for all the damage their recent battles have caused to Death City. However, the usually disgruntled Death had only assigned them a special mission and dubbed them:
"Team Diablon." Shinigami answered. "With this name I am assigning you all to be my special investigation force, to deal with this "T."."
"So does this mean were like the Spartoi that Shinigami-sama and his comrades formed years ago?" Sora asked excitedly.
"Not quite." Soul said to her disappointment. "Spartoi was a task force founded for dealing with Kishin related matters. This is, hopefully, not as dire a job."
"Oh I get it." Phoenix said self assuredly. "You're just giving us, Shibusen's problem students, and a task that'll keep us out your hair till you fix up the city as good as new."
Sakuya and Allison gasped. Were they also classified as 'problem students' now?
"No! Nothing like that." Hisako tried to reassure them. "It's just that some of you seem to attract some less than pleasant attention to themselves and we're just trying to make sure that attention doesn't affect Death City's civilians."
The group all looked back at the one person who always seemed to draw 'unpleasant' attention to himself.
Despite their stares, Gabriel continued to sip the coffee he had brought from Cabacura's without guilt.
Shinigami sighed. "That's not all. Each of you shows incredible skill despite your ranks. Skill I hope will be essential in combating Mori's rumored Bios."
"What are Bios?" Allison asked.
"Right this way Lady Plaguea." Mori guided a tall women with light blond hair tied back in a rat tail like braid. Her outfit was equally unusual since it was jet black, had long sleeves but a short bottom end, and possessed a strange stain glass pattern stitched into it.
The witch followed, watching all the activity around her with mixed interest as many of Mori's young henchman bustled out of the way, carrying all sorts of rare and illegal goods.
"Your little trafficking business seems to be going quite well, Tachibana." The witch Plaguea clarified. Mori grimaced at the lack of respect she showed by saying his name so casually, but he took it all in stride since she was such a generous investor for his work. "I can only hope so my lady. After all you and you're son have invested into us. And without further adieu…" He said as they came upon their destination. "I present to you, the crown jewels of my personal guard: The Bios."
The area was a sealed off metal arena filled with the sounds of combat and screeching metal. A swarm of small machine men, similar to their 'Promethean' cousins, were locked in combat with a small group of teenagers. Akira Toya was among them.
Akira's fists were a blur as he let loose on the walking practice dummies. He heard the satisfying sound of metal against metal as his prosthetic arm smashed into another robots face, causing it to stumble back and trip up a number of its comrades. From the corner of his eye he saw another lunging for him. He calmly hit a button on the top of his metallic hand causing a three inch stinger to pop out of his wrist. He casually pointed the stinger at his adversary, though he remained turned sideways, and swung home with a right hook into its chest. The machine began to flail about as electricity began to discharge through the stinger and into its systems. Akira pulled back as the robot exploded. He walked away confidently to find a new victim.
"Hardly impressive." Mori turned to find the still cloaked Malus leaning against a nearby wall as the two adults entered the viewing platform of the arena.
"Akira maybe lacking power unlike his comrades but his skill and loyalty are unmatched." Mori said in his subordinate's defense. Malus only huffed but continued to watch the other members of the group.
A girl with light greenish hair seemed to stand out among the group of teenager's as she seemed to playfully hop atop her opponents head's like a game of hop scotch. She wore a long sleeve pink shirt and kaki cargo shorts. Her adversaries desperately tried to claw at her with their long metallic fingers but she always seemed out of reach.
She finally touched down away from the robots and smiled expectantly as one started to draw near her. Her legs swung out in a wide roundhouse kick that seemed just out of range. But then the robots head suddenly jumped from its neck and its body collapsed headless. The green haired girl pivoted with her leg still out in kick position. Growing out of the center of her foot was a 2' long energy blade that had the same color as her hair. "Next." She said playfully.
"Hikari. My own daughter, ma'am." Mori explained as he watched her with pride."Though of course all of my elite are like my children to me." He said equally with pride.
"Of course." Plaguea said, watching her own son who seemed to be growing more bored.
"Nothing I haven't seen already for the past hour." Malus said vexation clear in his tone. "If you don't have anything interesting to show, then I'm gone." He said looking towards the exit.
Mori was trying hard not to show his anger. He always hated this brat and he would not have him disrespect him or his children.
"Very well Malus-sama. Beltza." He said. Malus almost jumped as he finally noticed the very strange and sickly looking being that appeared out of nowhere. The boy wore very loose fitting clothes under a blue trench coat and a surgical mask covering his face. Most striking of all was his electric blue hair, a 666 tattoo above his eyebrows and his tired looking, blood shot eye
"Beltza, tell the engineers corps to ready the Thalos prototype, and then join Akira and the other's in the arena." Mori commanded.
"Understood." Was the boy's only soft reply before he suddenly vanished in an inky black cloud of who knows what? Malus watched Beltza go with a feeling of profound disgust. 'Freak' He thought to himself.
Five minutes later, the smaller bots suddenly stopped their assault, to the surprise of the Bios, and began to walk away into garage like exits all around the arena.
Beltza then reappeared in another cloud of inky blackness. His comrades greeted him but he shied away after explaining the situation. As the crowd of robots began to thin out more and more, the last two members of Bios regrouped with their comrades, and Malus wondered how he missed these two even in that crowd.
The first of the two seemed to come right out of some Japanese martial arts show, though he didn't seem to be Japanese at all. He wore a long, short sleeve samurai like coat and no under shirt, so his muscular six-pack was shown for all to see. He also wore a traditional Japanese hakama bottom and his blond hair was put up in a spiky flat-top, with a headband wrapped around it.
The taller of the two was no less strange. He seemed to wear an eccentric cowboy garb complete with hat, poncho, boots and a bandana wrapped around his face. Though he wasn't standing off alone like Beltza, the cowboy didn't seem to be talkative, unlike his equally cosplay loving companion who seemed to be boasting his great strength at their retreating adversaries.
The arena suddenly started shaking as another, albeit far larger, door began to open in the wall. The room shook again rhythmicly, almost in a stomping pattern as their next opponent came ever closer.
Its great mass filled the door way as it stomped through with its creaky, heavy gait. It was similar in appearance to its twelve foot tall predecessor however it was at least 3times taller, possessed new, bulkier looking armor and a plume like attachment on its skull like head. It carried a massive Greek xiphos in one hand and a chain flail in the other.
"Our esteemed investors wish to see a more grand display of your abilities, my dear Bios. Please enjoy yourselves." Mori said smiling down at them.
"Alright! Let's give a real show guy's. Sho you're with me." Akira said to the samurai cosplayer, who responded with a pumped up sounding, "Osu!". He took a spread legged stance and began to flex his muscle as a loud whirring sound seemed to come from him. His hands suddenly flashed as twin chain saw blades sprang from his wrist. The rest of him also began to flash red. Akira grabbed Sho's shoulder as his body changed into a 4 foot long pole connecting the two saws together. Akira now wielded a dual ended chain saw staff that roared louder than ever.
"Joe, you take Hikari." The cowboy said nothing but nodded as Hikari took her light saber form. Crescent shaped blades then shot out of his boots and he took off, skating on his bladed feet.
"Bel, you-" Akira stopped when he noticed the sickly looking boy already making his way toward the colossus, black clouds covering his arms. "Do… what ever… you want." He finished. "Alright. Let's go!"
Joe, being the fastest, was the first to reach the Thalos mech. Using his momentum; he somersaulted over its low sword swing and landed skillfully on the creature's blade. He skated his way up the blade to its arm, his skates throwing off sparks. Thalos attempted to remove the pest from his shoulder by swinging his flail, however the unmanned mech lacked common sense as Joe jumped off from the creature's shoulder. The flail swung wild, smashing into its face with a sickening 'clang', knocking the creature over to the ground.
The massive robot tried to right itself but suddenly its head was pulled back down by black tendrils. More tendrils erupted from the ground, wrapping about the creature's bulk and foiled its attempts to stand back up.
"Nice work Bel!" Akira called to the crouching Beltza. His hands merely touched the ground and a pool of blackness spread across the arena to the floored Thalos. Akira rushed forward with Sho, slamming the saw staff down on the creature's face with a vertical slash. The metal screeched as the saw cut into it, drawing an ugly scar across Thalos' face.
Beltza then pulled in the black mass back into his hands. The inky black substance squirmed between his fingers. He then took a kamehameha stance and shot the blackness forward in a huge snaking stream.
The stream smashed into the robots chest, lifting it into the air past the viewer's stands.
As this was going on Joe was racing to the far wall of the arena and as he reached the corner his skates hit the wall and he ran vertically up the concrete. He reached the zenith of his climb directly above Thalos and threw Hikari, swirling into the robot's back where it was embedded there. He then released his weapon powers and jumped from the ceiling to stomp his boot into Hikari's hilt and sending the giant plummeting back down to ground. They crashed back down in a jumble of broken parts and rubble.
Mori smiled, pleased at his subordinate's skillful victory. "Most impressive Tachibana." Plaguea complimented Mori's display. "What was your take of the battle Malus?" She asked her still disgruntled son.
"All I saw was further proof of what a waste of our time and money this project was." He said leaving. Plaguea watched him leave. Truthfully she wasn't very interested in the fight as well, but might as well let the old man have this one victory so long as he remained useful. "Then with our business concluded, I look forward to working with you in this 'campaign'." The witch followed her son out leaving Mori to fatherly watch over his children as they gathered together once more.
Joe helped Hikari up as she complained about his rough treatment of her weapon form, which he only apologized with a shrug. Beltza however was complaining even louder as Akira and Sho took him by the arms and dragged him with them out of the arena.
"Come! Let us celebrate another great victory!" Sho proclaimed.
"That's alright! I-I don't feel like celebrating, also I need to take my meds!" Beltza continuously tried to pry himself from the boy's grasp.
"We'll grab your meds on the way. You can't survive on 10 pills a day and no human interaction. If you want to kick this sick state of yours you need fun and root beer!" Akira declared.
Beltza started sputtering again when his vision was suddenly cut off by hat being dropped on his head. Joe, his medium length red hair now free without the restricting hat, placed his hand on Beltza's shoulder, giving him a reassuring nod. Beltza immediately stopped complaining and let his comrades lead him to the party.
Thank you Aldous for your oc Beltza Heriotza. And welcome to the SE fury family .
On a similar note, to all future oc creators, please be patient with my use of your characters in combat and allow me to use their more dramatic abilities and their stories at my own pace. Also I know making lonely characters is popular but in my fic I guarantee they ain't gonna stay lonely long.
Please review!
I do not own soul eater or its original characters
I should also mention that I do not completely own Joe's costume design, Sho's weapon form and Joe's finisher featured in this chapter. They are all from various videogames.
Also if you want a better idea of Plaugea's outfit, look at Oichi's (From Sengoku basara 3) alternate costume.