Prologue:
Columns of smoke emerge in the distance, the night was blanketed with a gradient of orange and dark blue. The glow spreads its hands to the northern and eastern districts of Academy City, seeming to bring light upon the sky just like the sun. Having said that, the orange hue illuminated another particular individual.
Donning a leather jacket, a bandana mask, and a singular right glove. A man of British descent could be seen typing on his device's screen. Sweating profusely and exhausted to the bone, he could be interpreted as a countryside farmer toiling away in the sun. Lowering his arms, he looks at the screen with a harsh snarl forming in his mouth. Gripping his head in anger and wielding a short temper, there's only one way to drain the emotions from himself.
"WHERE THE FUCK ARE THEY!? These Anti-Skill fucks should have those Esper drugs somewhere!? SO. WHERE. IS. IT!"
Having had his manly tantrum and hearing noises emanating from his semi-holographic device. He booted it up from sleep mode and checked the contents on the screen.
Shuffle Malware Installed
"Sigh, honestly never thought I'd use this..."
Placing the device back in his bag along with a three-pronged crown, he packs up and leaves the phone booth, and ventures down the streets. Looking in the sky, the orange glow from the fire had polluted the night sky with light and smoke, making it more difficult to view the universal expanse above the atmosphere. Remembering the smoldering scene, the British man solemnly looked down at himself in self-loathing.
"(Keep moving forward Jack, those drugs are going to be necessary for the resistance...)"
Stuck inside his head, the man continued to venture further from the burning warehouse he had found earlier. But, while walking further into the city, he failed to detect a figure slowly approaching him.
Clank Clank Clank.
The metallic noise grew louder with each step, being so heavy that each footstep sounds like an industrial piston smashing down rocks from a quarry. Of course, being that loud doesn't mean it's going unnoticed.
"Hmm?"
Looking up, the man was faced with a mechanical wonder slowly advancing towards him. The figure wore a metal suit ridged with edges and plating, an iron mask, a detailed right gauntlet, and a green and white color pallet to decorate the suit. The gauntlet is what interests him, aside from being bigger, more rigid, and painted, it also features a shield from one of Academy City's peacekeeping organizations. Needless to say, he's similar to a medieval knight wearing a tactical visor worn by the military.
Seeing this, the man's solemn attitude was soon masked with a sadistic smile.
"Oh? Coming from the fire, I thought you would be darker than that. Did you stop by a carwash here, Iron man?"
With a few feet between the two, the figure stood in its place and stared at him for quite some time. Deep down, the man could tell that this mechanical being was glaring at him. But the man did the same, except he analyzed his adversary before him instead.
Having just finished skimming through Academy City's databases, he had somewhat familiarized himself with the phenomenons in the city. Basing it off of Anti-Skills few reports on the subject; the glow of the suit, the reflective nature it has, the consistent polish that it wields even after falling debris and ashes, an extremely high dexterity, and regenerative properties. His conclusions led to one thing
"Never thought Judgment could have made those "EAB VIPERS" already. Tell me, hero, why did you sacrifice your body for those hoodlums?"
The figure gave him complete silence, although the British man could tell that figure was offended but mostly confused with his statement. Smiling to himself, the man mocked, "Oh? What's this? Did the Disciplinary Committee's propaganda get into your head?" Tightening his glove, the man moved forward, "Don't trust those bastards, I've seen what happens if you follow the government ignorantly. So allow me to harshly show you what a rebel can do!"
Lowering his stance and clenching his right fist, the man charged with a growing smile on his face. The suit saw this and visibly stalled, with what the man could only guess as determination, the suit took on a defensive stance as it prepared to face off with its enemy coming at him.
With the man coming straight on as a force of chaos, and the mech acting as the defensive wall. On that night, a street in District 2 was heavily damaged at that time.
Author's Note: First Fanfic that's under my belt, hope you enjoyed it. Oh, and reviews are welcome, still working on the other chapters of the first arc, so I want to know if there's anything wrong with this first. Oh plus-
Prologue may go through changes when the first arc drops.
So keep that in mind.