HPSC: Archive 2/12/23** | File Name | Quirkless Augmentation 252.
Project Name: Halo
Hero Alias: Halo
Subject Name: Midoriya Izuku
Quirk: Spartan - [REDACTED]
Most thought that Hawks was the worst the HPSC could do. Even heroes never realized what the Hero Safety Commission were really up to. The creation of synthetic quirks. Though the project would be abandoned before it ever truly developed. Only one Spartan would ever be fully realized... Now the heroes must train him to be a hero, not a solider.
All men are not created equal, nor are they treated equal. A hard fact to understand, but once understood justice may once again be possible.
Most within the hero industry knew about the supposed training and raising of the hero Hawks by the Hero Public Safety Commission or HPSC for short. Most failed to realize that the man behind the mask was very different from the persona he put on.
He was far more invested and caring towards others than he let on. The face and rather cocky attitude he displayed for hero's and civilians alike was as of course just a facade concocted by the HPSC to hopefully gain support and approval.
Very few knew about the Hawk's training, or his deal that had been made with the HPSC. Though some within the very tight circle that the HPSC included itself into knew of the near torture the young eaglet went through.
He'd been taken from his poor mother and raised with no exposure to the outside. Made to be the perfect hero that everyone dreamt of having at their control. And yet, only the HPSC had succeed.
Hawks was merely a pawn to those in control, merely something to be disposed of when the time came and things got dicey for the organization. Though, that likely wouldn't happen for some time. The hero had a signed a deal, harsh and cold as it might have been.
He had signed it and was bound to it like the chains that had held down so many before him. The HPSC had taken everything from him, taken his mother, his freedom, his chance at a normal life.
They were all gone, without any remorse from the HPSC. Sure, the man was somewhat free, he was now in his own home. Away from the prying eyes of those who led the organization and yet he was still trapped in their cage.
As of course they would inevitably fall, the predatory hero would be set free and go on to help others. Save those who needed saving and even finally fine happiness in a world that had wronged him at a young age.
The HPSC would crumble as the lies and villains were exposed. Their methods and desires revealed to the world for all to see and yet. Justice could never come, for what they had done to another was so far worse than what the young Hawks had gone through.
He may have been tortured and deprived of freedom but another…
Another child had gone through much, much worse. If only the hero's who'd claimed to protect the world had known, had seen through the forced smile, had seen how much pain the child was in.
What was done to Hawks was horrible and would forever leave a sour taste in the mouths of the public. And yet, what was done to another would have the public fear stricken and worried to the point of sickness for both their own children and the child who'd been so badly hurt.
They say men are created equal and yet some are not. Some are ridiculed, beaten, battered, and destroyed for the mere fact that they are different.
At the tender age of four, Midoriya Izuku. Son of Hisashi Midoriya and Inko Midoriya was left parentless. His father had left him, and his mother in the darkness of night. Never to be seen again, and yet when all Izuku had was his mother. She two would leave him, the quirkless, powerless son of two quirked parents was on his own.
Eventually, nearly two days later; Midoriya would be taken into the foster system. Once again abused and beaten upon by those within the home, in control of the home and even by those he once considered friends. Kacchan soon after learning of the greenette's status wanted nothing to do with him.
Burns would regularly appear on the boy when he'd come back to his foster home. Though no one cared, he still hurt, still felt the pain of the burns and came to understand that pain was the only thing he would feel.
A month passes by and two men, dressed in black suits with dark sunglasses appear on the steps of Izuku's foster home. They do not say a word to those in charge, sparing them only a glance as they walk further in. Scanning as they go, looking at every spot, speckle or child that was within the walls of the small house.
Then as the men began to leave, a greenette with large dark green eyes looked up to the men. An ever so small smile on his face as he looked at the two. They nodded to one another, and that is all he can remember. Or could remember for quite some time.
When the greenette once again opens his eyes it's within the walls of a laboratory. White, ever so bright lights hang from the ceiling, the walls all one bright white color. The smell, so sterile it was potent.
Then she'd appear as a doctor, or scientist wearing a lab coat with short brunette hair that reached down to her shoulders. She'd greeted him, friendly in tone yet somewhat serious behind the false façade.
She'd called herself Doctor Halsey, a researcher of sorts. And, then with a flash the smile from her face seemed to fade, and she'd begun the testing. At first for what felt like years he'd been trained, beaten within an inch of his life on several occasions.
He couldn't remember the man's name or men's names...
The features were always the same, clean cut, sterile clothing and an ever smug look on their faces. They'd called it training, training for what exactly he was never told. Sometime after what he'd presumed to be his sixth birthday. Had it been that long?
He'd been given schoolwork, or something similar to that of schoolwork. If he did poorly on the schoolwork, then it meant more training, performing badly during training reflected badly on his schoolwork.
They'd call it preparation for the longest time, told him that he needed to not only be academically gifted but also well versed in combat. Halsey had overseen much of his training and course work from afar. Giving comments and ideas on how better to train the boy. Though, Izuku hadn't seen the woman in several years, always hidden from view behind an iron curtain.
The schooling and training would continue side by side. Training would teach him how to not only knockout, apprehend and/or in most cases eliminate a target. Schooling would focus on driving in the thought process and ideals of the Hero Public Safety Commission.
The boy, who'd lost everything, was being turned into the HPSC's greatest weapon. Their greatest achievement. He was strong, smart, capable, and incredibly durable under pressure. In testing, he'd managed to do things no quirkless person could do. He'd managed to take down three well trained, well gunned, pro heroes who the Hero Public Safety Commission had bought/paid off. The men had begged for their lives as the boy's green eyes had been lite with a need to outperform.
Then as the boy got older, stronger, and smarter something changed, two new scientists had come to him. Their names Professor Agnes and Professor Mike, both had introduced themselves, with the same broken smiles that the other doctor had used. Izuku knew nothing good could come from the two and he would be right.
A day after his first meeting with the two doctors, everything changed. They had referred to the project as ASTER, he'd remembered hearing. Hearing a voice in the back of his head calling out to him telling him '...The white coats coming at you with their needles and knives, their kind and serious voices. Their heartfelt belief that it's all for a good cause.'
A good cause, that's what they believed in. Believed that whatever the commission was doing was for the good of the country. And yet, here he was suffering as they began to cut his flesh, and began to inject substances into his body. Began to turn him into a monster.
His mind couldn't remember the order at which the testing had begun, all he remembered was the pain. The pain that coursed through his veins from every augmentation. They'd done several test, but those he could remember, could at the very least processes witnessing stayed.
The first he remembered was Carbide Ceramic Ossification. Which meant that material had been grafted onto skeletal structures to make bones virtually unbreakable. The doctors had been warned to only use about 3% of his total body weight worth of metal. Though, he wasn't sure why.
Then the Muscular Enhancement Injections had begun. A protein complex was injected intramuscularly to increase tissue density and decrease lactase recovery time. And once he'd recovered from the second augmentation, there'd been little recovery time.
The third had come maybe 2 weeks later, the doctors having woken him and rushed him into the lab. A Catalytic Thyroid Implant had been administered, a form of platinum pellet containing human growth hormone catalyst was implanted in the thyroid to boost growth of skeletal and muscle tissues.
The greenette had begun to grow far quicker than expected after the implant, and his hands, arms, wrist scared over from the cuts and wounds he'd been given from the grafting. The HPSC was creating the next evolution of the hero, a man-made solution. One that would save quirked lives.
The fourth augmentation had come months later, he'd grown more so than anyone had thought possible even for someone who was augmented. Occipital Capillary Reversal was the submergence and boosted blood vessel flow beneath the rods and cones of the subject's retina. Which produced a marked visual perception increase.
Then just as his eyes had healed, had once again gained vision. They'd rushed him off to the lab one last time, for something he remembered just barely having overheard being called. Superconducting Fibrification of Neural Dendriten, which was A: a mouth full and B: the alteration of bioelectrical nerve transduction to shielded electronic transduction. Which lead to an overall 300% increase in subject reflexes. (The doctors had also noted evidence of marked increase in intelligence, memory, and creativity.)
Though for all the boy knew, there were more augmentations, more test, more procedures that they'd done to him. They'd drugged him, experimented on him, and turned him less and less into a human and more so into a monster.
His training would continue, he'd become more and more of what they wanted. But, at the cost of any memory he once had of those he held close. The doctors continued to reassure him, that it was for the greater good.
But what good was he, what kind of so-called hero would be so dramatically beaten, damaged, and abused to the point of mental instability. He wasn't crazy, wasn't angry, evil, or anything along that line. But death, death seemed to be a better alternative to whatever life he would live under the care of those around him.
Then he'd been gathered, and once again dragged from his room soon after waking and brought to a room he'd never seen before. It's large metal door reading, (Support Lab) as he walked in. Dr. Halsey was there to greet the greenette, the same broken smile placed on her face as she led the boy over to the middle of the room.
A large forest green suit that stood taller than him was stored in front of him. It's dark black visor and white letters glistened against the forest green. Imposing was all he could say for the scale of the suit, it was far larger than anything else he'd ever seen.
"This is Mjolnir Powered Assault Armor. A specially designed suit that our researchers built for you. It's essentially an exoskeleton system designed to vastly improve the strength, speed, agility, reflexes and durability of your body. It should be a like a second skin to you. Now, you will have roughly a year to get used to it. Then, the Hero Public Safety Commission will decide if it is time for you to take the practical exam." Izuku nodded to Dr. Halsey, this was far better than the augmentation… At least he wouldn't be in pain for this.
"Practical Exam?" The boy asked, looking to the only mother figure he could remember.
"Yes, the HPSC want's their newest hero rolled out before next year. You will soon join Hawks in the public eye here very soon." Izuku once more nodded to the woman before stepping forward to be suited.
As he slid into the armor, his mind wondered, questioning everything. He was a hero? How could that be, if anything he was a monster, someone people should truly fear. And yet, they'd called him such a title, made him sound to be a savor. Savor of what, he couldn't possibly imagine.
But that was for another time, for now as the interface of his helmet lit with orange light. He knew, there was no escape from whatever the HPSC had created. He would be whatever they commanded him to be, do whatever they said so long as no one else had to go through what he did.