CyberTech Worlds Clash
Chapter 70
Into the Unknown
The Order of the Phoenix was in disarray as Sirius had just arrived in Diagon Alley with his best friend Remus. They had missed most of what was going on beforehand, but they had caught the end with the flipping super muggle jet, and awesome car-tank thing. They had both had their suspicions about Lily and James, but they had never had this kind of upfront proof before.
They both looked at each other, unsure how they could possibly fix things and get their friends to someone who would care enough to help them, and not turn to Dumbledore or the ministry. It was a great relief to see that Luke was well and free though, and more so that he had taken Rose from these morons.
Then watching the fear as Luke's... whatever that super advance jet thing was, that just floated in the sky threatening everyone, was aweing. Though, it was slightly surprising that Dumbledore didn't fight it. Then again, looking around, Dumbledore probably didn't want to be responsible for the destruction of Diagon Alley, or risk losing.
Sirius had tried all those years ago to get his friends to see reason, and that dumping Luke on Lily's sister's doorstep was NOT a good idea. He now knew that Dumbledore feared this prophecy coming true because it involved his downfall too, and by fearing it he set it into motion. If the magical world was going to fall or change or whatever, then so be it.
Irony had come to bite the old man like a rabid dog with rabies. Sirius couldn't help but smirk as the old man went off, ranting about getting Rosette back, but he knew now that he would have a fight on his hands.
They couldn't say what the prophecy actually said, and Dumbledore wasn't likely going to say. However, one thing was for sure; the world was going to change and both Luke and Rosette were going to change it, together. Sirius could only say, silently to himself that he was glad Luke had come and taken Rose.
Rose would be better off without all of Dumbledore's crap, and especially that bull to do with Ronald Weasley; he quivered at the thought as he gestured for Remus to follow him before the old man or his fanatics noticed them.
Remus nodded and they quickly dodged out of the way into a side alley as the Order of the Phoenix and Dumbledore charged towards the exit into the muggle world as the flying thing charged off soon after Luke and the girls had left into the Leaky Cauldron pub.
"Crazy?" Sirius asked, looking to his friend while they watched them charge off at a fast pace.
"Crazy!" Remus replied nodding in agreement. "So, what now...?" he asked, concerned. "We have to figure out some way of getting Lily and James away from the Peanut Gallery."
"Yeah," he agreed in thought. "But this does explain why Rose hasn't been trained even though she's supposed to defeat Voldemort."
"That also explains why he's not trying to control her," Remus added thoughtfully. "He fears his magic somehow bouncing back and hitting him like with Voldemort. I don't think he's noticed that she's gotten wise over the years and started practicing in secret, and not just the good kinds of magic."
"Well, when you have an evil megalomaniac trying to kill you every other week," Sirius said, smirking. "Anyway, it's my fault she stumbled across those books. Plus, Dumbledore makes great effort to make sure Rosette's lack of training is common knowledge for whatever reason."
"Probably for his own self-gratification," Remus answered, rolling his eyes. "Who can really tell what goes on in the old man's head? Sometimes I have to wonder why we can't just put him away in an old people's home for elderly people who can't look after themselves – he would probably like Florida."
Sirius laughed, amused. "If only the Order weren't so full of Dumbledore's shit that they would let us. I'll even front the bill if we can get him sectioned as incompetent, as well, let Macusa have the old bastard."
"Yeah, but come on, let's check this out," Remus added as he led the way out of the side alley and through the terrified street towards the Leaky Cauldron.
They snuck into the crowd of Order members as the large vehicle pulled away into traffic, with mountains of muggles watching, holding up plastic things with odd screens towards the machine before turning to them, confused as Dumbledore and his minions started wiping their memories. There must have been fifty or more, so it was taking effort as more turned up, and they even had to deal with a few police, and Sirius took great pleasure in Ronald Weasley who must have turned up at some point getting a baton smashed into his face, and handcuffed before the police officer was 'dealt' with.
Well at least Rosette, Geanie, and Hermione got away pretty neatly. Sirius sighed, shaking his head. He would hate to have been treated like a child at their age. That's the way that the Order treated them when they had done enough to make the so-called 'adults' shit themselves with fear.
The way things were going; he could see the old man and Rosette fighting each other until one was either dead or mentally retarded through magic (Rose) to gain control, and he was pretty sure the magical world would perish if Dumbledore managed that, as Luke seemed rather well connected, and wealthy, and having seen that jet, he was near one hundred per cent certain that Luke built that armour. The Order only let Rose work at the Weasley twins store to stop her complaining.
Plus, when Ron said it didn't matter, as he would keep her once he has the Potter's fortune, she had near castrated him. Ronald Weasley was just a self-centred greedy wanker who would end up in an early grave if he got on the wrong side of Luke by the look of him, or anyone for that matter.
Sirius had come very close to just slicing the boy in half and dumping his body in a river. Ron just couldn't shut up, thinking he was brilliant and crucial to everyone. However, Ron was nothing but a pawn that Dumbledore was trying to use to control Rose, but Dumbledore in all his ignorance really didn't understand that Rose really did hold nothing but hate and disgust for him.
Dumbledore thought that because he thinks it's a good idea that everyone would agree with him. However, it was NOT a good idea, but a sick one that would make Rosette a murderer over marrying that prick. Though, that was if Sirius, Remus, Geanie and others didn't get off the killing curse first.
The old man was practically declaring war on anyone who didn't believe in him. He called those who sided against him, evil, and dark no matter the proof refuting that. Then his fanatics and others who may not be that bad, but believed in him would believe that... well whoever he says are evil are evil.
"Wow that car was cool!" Sirius couldn't help but say, which got him a lot of glares, though a few secretly agreed, and pretended they didn't hear him.
"What would you know?!" Molly Weasley demanded with angry tears in her eyes. "They kidnapped my daughter and my future daughter-in-law."
"Oh, yes," Remus said just looking thoughtful. "I believe many countries in the muggle world now support gay marriage," he said causing the woman to scowl, and Sirius to suppress his snickers while Remus continued as if he was oblivious. "Though, I don't think wilfully running away from you at their age is called kidnapping, but I can't wait for the invite!"
"Shut up, Remus, my daughter is not disgusting!" she demanded angrily, causing the two men to grimace and feel extremely sorry for poor Geanie. "We'll get them back and see, they've been terribly cursed!"
"Yes, we must retrieve them back," Dumbledore interrupted, walking over with a smile, his blue eyes twinkling in agreement, surprisingly he didn't look like he cared about their sexual orientation, and was likely annoyed he didn't see it sooner, as he could have used a girl to get Rose on his side over that useless tosser, Ronald.
"How you going to do that Albus?" interrupted an old man with wonky mad eye spinning in his head with peg leg, scared face and a huge brown coat. "Didn't you see that flying machine? That is a machine built for battle, then the car thing, another made for battle. The muggles know how to fight wars, and starting something in their territory while they obviously know how to find us if Armoured Skill is any indicator, is not a smart move. I doubt we could ever win a war with them these days, and I see the technology they have built… they're more advanced than us because of people like you, stuck in the past.
"Also, all they'll need to do is out the whole magical world and they won't just have a few private forces, but every military force from all over the planet!" he finished off, his voice growling out, annoyed. "Just imagine all of those armies, navies, and air forces, aimed at us, with highly advanced technology, like 'that' armour? They could make us go extinct if we're not careful."
Dumbledore seemed to pause for a moment in thought before shaking his head; his smile returning tenfold. "Nonsense, Alistor," he answered smiling at the old ex-auror as if he was slow. "We have magic, and we shall put a stop to this before any more muggles have a clue what is going on. After all, the muggles are stupid, making all of this rubbish and thinking they can fight magic with it."
"I have a bad feeling that Dumbledore's about to make a very large mess and we're going to get stuck in the middle," Sirius muttered to Remus as Dumbledore herded them into the Leakey Cauldron away from the confused muggles.
"That isn't just a bad feeling, mate," Remus answered. "That's the truth, and there is nothing we can do to stop him."
"We can only do what we can, and that seems to be to side against him," Sirius muttered, smirking. "But then, I don't think I've sided with him in a long time."
They Are Among Us
Unusual as it may be that many people found themselves in an odd situation where their memories did not match the facts. However, this isn't the first time that proof and physical evidence has not matched eyewitnesses, and unusual that of such events all eyewitnesses counts on events are perfect, and this has nothing to do with Conduits or the reformed DUP (Department for Unified Protection)… see previous articles on the situation with the DUP and Conduits on our website at WWW-MoonNews-uk if you wish for more information.
However, this is the first time that evidence has been caught on camera, and not just surveillance systems, but many phone cameras recordings, and even police bodycam footage of people who are swearing blind that the so-called true events could not have happened. Though, we have recorded and video evidence that it did, with hours of footage across over one hundred devices.
There was a small gathering of people who had crowded to see a military spec vehicle with Nergal markings parked in the street after having seemingly no driver having waited for Mr. Luke Evans, and three girls who left a building that showed up on a very few of the cameras, not all of them, only newer phones seemed to see this pub in London's Charing Cross, but not even to anyone's eyes, as we sent a reporter with several different cameras and phones, to see which ones were capable of seeing this pub, to note that they only seemed to show up when recording in 2160p, (4K).
These people seem to have been witness to some kind of secret organisation of what we can only guess from the old times clothes of robes and the little sticks (wands) are mage. We have recorded evidence that is now flying all over the internet, and mainstream news networks around the world.
It is not just the super powered beings once propagated as Bio-Terrorists, Conduits that exist, and we can barely believe we are going to print this. However, sorcerers, and sorcery exists. They have likely been using their magic for centuries to hide from us, and of those times had good reason, but the world has changed, so hopefully, things can be different now, as we try to accept the Conduits, we can offer that same regard to magical beings.
Witness recordings show that these 'mage' were however, chasing Mr. Luke Evans of Nergal, and three unknown females, all of which (except Mr. Evans) were dressed in robes, convincing us that they were mage too. However, Mr. Evans has as of yet refused comment on these matters, promising information soon, but his PR Rep did give us something, which was to say that good and bad people exist, no matter where you looked, and not to judge a people based on a few.
The Prime Minister had been reluctant to comment before his press office had officially admitted that he knew about these people, and through fear of them, and the fact it would be hard to impossible to prove at that time that he kept his mouth shut.
It has also come to light that every Prime Minister down the years has been made aware, and for obvious reasons kept quiet, especially since for the most part, mage seemed to want to cut themselves off from the rest of humanity, and it likely wasn't just our Prime Minister, but leaders from all over the free world. However, like with us, mage have the good and the bad, which is why the DUP are taking an interest since it was reformed, and may even offer mage positions within the future.
They have been among us for centuries, maybe millennia, and some scholars who were before believed crazy, studying apparently lost history say they must have erased themselves from the world around five to six hundred years ago, and now living in secret, and modifying human memories to keep their secrets, and it is believed that they have had secret wars, which have involved us being unsuspecting victims...
Albus Dumbledore trailed off reading the muggle newspaper he had been handed at that Order of the Phoenix meeting by one of his muggle-born informants who kept their eyes and ears close to the ground in the muggle world.
He didn't understand how this could have happened, and looking down the article; his eyes widened impossibly as yes, they had pictures and Dumbledore was in one titled 'the loony old magus dictator', as he was seen ordering them around. It didn't make sense as they had modified all of the muggle's memories.
Then the muggles were referring to them as mage and themselves human, as if they didn't consider wizards human. How dare they think that they had such a right? It didn't occur to the old man that it was just a way of titling them, but he had no idea what a Conduit was, he knew he would have to be watchful if they were some kind of new magical or something the muggles had tamed or created or something.
Now the Prime Minister had admitted to knowing about them everything was going down the toilet. He looked to his Order surrounding his table where he sat above them at the head where he belonged while most looked horrified, others looked angry, few looked like they didn't care, as more copies were being passed around or read aloud.
"Okay, so it looks like we have our work cut out for us," he said with a sigh. "We'll have to find a way to modify the whole of the UK to stop this spreading before it's too late."
"It's already too late!" interrupted a pink haired young woman, startling him. "I may not be that much in the loop, but I do know that the images and whatever are already worldwide. There is nothing we can do about it now, and though I guess it's scary, maybe this is for the better... maybe we won't have to hide anymore – we can join the rest of the world?"
"It is not for the better Nymphadora Tonks!" he interrupted, angry at the young woman. "This is the worst thing that could have happened. Do you not know what they wanted to do to our people in the past? They murdered hundreds of thousands of their own people because of jealousy and fear in the name of their 'gods'!"
"It's been centuries since then!" Mad-Eye Moody interrupted. "Things have changed in the muggle world; it could be different, better, if only we come out now and make it so or it could be bad if it's left too long."
"No!" Dumbledore spoke sharply making them all jump. "It won't be different; we're better than the muggles, and they'll always be jealous of that! We must stop this while we can!" he said, standing; his power engulfed the room pinning them in place.
"If you're not with me, then you are enemies of the magical world!" he declared angrily. "And in doing so you show your true colours as evil and dark, obviously spies for Voldemort; so, get out if that's you!" he commanded, but no one moved, and those who wanted to weren't stupid enough to do so yet, as they weren't evil and didn't want that label, as it would be annoying.
"Good," he said as his smile returned. "I shall give this some thought. We'll meet back here tonight at eight to discuss this further!" he said waving them off as he quickly vacated the room.
The table burst out into chatter almost before he left, and they didn't notice four people, Sirius, Remus, Moody, and Tonks sneaking out and rushing out of the house before apparating away from the loons before they did something stupid and got them involved.
However, though they all tried to get to the same place, none of them made it as they appeared into a place in the late evening when it had been morning before. They looked around, drawing wands as they looked around the large courtyard with huge buildings and barracks with yellow and black as the primary colours, and huge floodlights, with men and women all over, ignoring them as they marched passed with their commanders.
However, they were surrounded by men with large looking guns with glowing blue sides, wearing yellow and black uniforms and little triangle devices on either their right or left ear glowing yellow. They were standing on some kind of blue painted seal formation that had burnt away in places with a ring of metal devices and wires attached to the burnt-out runes in places with men and women in lab coats working at computers with holographic screens in a few places, but otherwise glass screens, and keyboards, with devices under them attached to the other end of the wires and cables, with power generators.
"That was a lot of effort just to fetch you!"
They turned to see a man radiating strength wearing a red and black suit with mercury swimming in his green eyes.
"A successful run, sir," one of the men in a lab coat called out, and they could just make out a wand poking out from his left sleeve in a holster. "But probably not very practical as it is."
"Yeah, but the look on their faces is priceless," he agreed as he gestured the armed men and they lowered their weapons. "Let's have a talk in my office, and grab a cup of tea, if you would," he said, gesturing back to the building where they took note of the sign by the nearest entrance: DUP in yellow on a white background with more yellow written underneath: Department of Unified Protection.
Moody, Tonks, Sirius, and Remus slowly put their wands away as the young man led the way into the building, and they knew that right then, they had no cards to play.
CyberTech Worlds Clash
Luke Evans had never really worried about the consequences of his actions, and had not since his freedom from the Dursley's all those years ago. Though, that was not to say he had never actually thought about doing this or that to his own agenda, but that was always done purposeful. However, this? He had not actually given a thought to revealing them all, and it wouldn't have been like this.
It was pretty much shear accident of circumstance. They pissed him off and he did what he often did since the night his grandma died, and stuck his finger up and dammed the consequences. It could be worse he supposed, but he hated all of the weirdly conflicting media his company was getting.
One moment the press were saying one thing, and then another, and then something else. He was just glad that he had managed to keep the existence of the Armoured Skill a secret so far from the public, but it would no doubt leak some time soon, as he already had the US and UK Militaries bitching at him for possessing private high-tech military grade weapons. He knew they just wanted some too, but why would he want to sell weapons to idiots who used them at their leisure? He already had himself to do that.
It didn't help matters that the DUP (Department for Unified Protection), the douche bag Conduit rounding up arsehats were butting into things about Nergal protecting 'Bio Terrorists', and then mage, but thankfully, some well placed pieces of disturbing evidence had cost them a lot of funding, and then out of nowhere, a strange, unknown benefactor might as well have conquered the DUP, and the new people running it made a surprising statements, apologising, and released EVERYTHING that damned many people around the world.
Politicians and military leaders were left to resign, and at least half were arrested for war crimes against a sub-species of human, as these 'bio-terrorists' were just normal people with special powers, some of which were being hailed as flipping superheroes. Luke, had never expected the DUP to turn over a new leaf, and they also dobbed their own people in, and handed them to the proper authorities. They were apparently offering high up positions within the organisation to Conduits, and petitioning to run as a proper independent department the world over to help police criminals with powers, and employ people with powers to do so within the law, and to make sure that Conduits, and Mage, didn't have their human rights violated, and the UK, and several European countries had already prepared to sign into this agreement, and it was believed that the US would also be signing too, since the DUP already agreed, and people were praising the new heads of the organization, so it was easier to use them than start new departments that would likely bicker amongst themselves and get nothing done.
It was all rather unusual, and strange, and freaky. It seemed that people were perfectly willing to accept people with powers, as people seemed interested in learning, and protests about super beings were rather small, and far between, as they got drowned out by people in support of these people, and protecting their rights, and it likely helped that companies like Nergal especially were creating almost magical like tech.
Luke smiled a little though, thinking, away from that complicated mess, to something much better; he had saved his twin sister from whatever rubbish that old wizard would end up walking her into, blind. Then worse, that ginger-top… thing… Ronald Weasley. Honestly, he would have to ask the old man about that if he ever got a chance, maybe it was a misunderstanding, (because the old man could not be that stupid). That Weasley guy was outclassed by Rosette one million to one, and that was Luke being generous.
Though, he held back from laughing as he thought that Dumbledore could have just 'agreed' to get the loud-mouthed moron to shut the fuck up. Luke had barely spoken with the ginger-top, and he knew that he would tell him crap too, if it got him to shut up and leave him alone.
Shaking those thoughts away, it has been nearly two months since the incident, and accidental reveal of the magical world, and all this annoying DUP business started just a few days later, but at least Luke felt they weren't up to anything sinister, and the new hirer ups must have wanted reform since they hired that guy from Seattle with the copycat powers, who saved nearly one hundred Conduits from false imprisonment by some crazy Conduit who ran the DUP like the pathetic hypocrite she obviously was. Luke couldn't remember his name off the top of his head. Everything seemed rather good on that front, and other than one small riot, that funnily seemed to forget about the reason they went out in the first place, and some small protests here and there by religious nutters, and the likes, it was pretty quiet. The rioting did not last very long anyway, so it was back to normal in about a week.
Though, Luke had to laugh as people had made lists of what kind of phones and cameras would work around magical places, and there were some pretty amusing streams, and videos doing the rounds of 'Muggles' Bothering Mage, and sneaking into places like Diagon Alley, and getting kicked out with their memories wiped, and they seemed to find it hilarious, and for the time being the government put of a statement saying that they do these things at their own risk of being made to forget, and until the magical governments, and non-magical come to agreements they shall let them modify memories, only within their land, as long as the idiots were returned with all their property, and the mage hadn't figured out how they managed to get pictures yet.
In addition to those morons, reporters had snuck into the Magical World under cover and unearthed the threat that was Voldemort, which was kind of annoying, but they all seemed more stuck on information on Dumbledore, and apparently, the 'muggles' think he's a nutbar, and Luke wouldn't say anything against that.
Luke loved having Rosette and Geanie living with him, (Hermione had been looked at by the doctors went to her parents to stay, not wanting to impose, even though he did not mind, but luckily, she was going well and seemed to have been cursed, but that had been dealt with). It made his place livelier, if you discount Thea running around causing a nuisance, even though she did not live with him, she always managed to end up there at the end of the day, and had Geanie and Rose to dote on her too.
Sighing, Luke shook off this weird feeling he was being watched and let the humans flee as he stood on the street, as it sizzled with smoke and dispersing power from magic or energy weapons. He had taken out a few Death Eaters in full armour, quite annoyed that they did not hold up for long, and worse, did not surrender, as they should have. They seemed only able to attack innocent and defenceless humans, and some were cuffed since they finished the distortion cuffs, and hog tied and crying, no doubt rethinking their life choices.
His glowing blue eyes scanned for some hiding Death Eaters to capture, but they had no doubt gotten away, and his teams were en-route to pick up those he already captured, to take to the Obelisk that the government already discovered and took allowed them licence to run the prison.
However, it was a moment later that he paused, eyes stopping on a human. He had not noticed him until then, but he stood, strong and proud wearing red and black suit made of some kind of material, Luke's armour couldn't comprehend, with metal components.
The man was magic, and yet wearing highly advanced technology, and looked like he was admiring Luke's armour, and had a short cut beard.
"Migrant shifting alloy!" the strange young man said while near drooling. "I so tried that, but I couldn't get any cohesive bonding. I thought it would be amazing being able to have a small home, maybe a one-bed apartment that could re-shift and form to be multiple different rooms at once, as not everyone can afford more."
"That's actually, a pretty good idea," Luke said in surprise as he hadn't thought passed the Armoured Skill yet. "Not everyone is cut out for high paying work, and it could seriously make living in some of the shittiest cities in the world, like San Francisco more affordable, space conscious, and happier, even though they actually have 'cleaners' for human shit on the streets."
"I know," the guy in red said thoughtfully, crinkling his nose, as he remembered his 'shitty' cities too. "I was thinking holograms, like hard light, but the energy consumption would be on the high side, especially with idiots thinking it's a good idea to shut down nuclear power plants in favour of wind and solar energy… and we're having to… use other sources behind the morons backs, or have our whole planet conquered, ruined, and species enslaved… though, yeah, I think all homes built from now on should have solar panels, but that can only do so much… but I do have these background noise collecting windows that are pretty neat, but still, with all the power we're going to be using in the future… kind of useless for more than saving a couple hundred quid a year at most, and that's combining both."
Luke shrugged and was about to reply when he paused. "Who are you, and… is that a battle armour from the future or something?"
The man laughed. "I'm Harry Avalon, and I run the dups, and yeah, they don't like being called the dups, but anyway, I'm the new Chairman of the DUP," he said as three huge DUP yellow and black helicopters flew in, and were soon landing a little off, and armed soldiers exited and started carrying the captured Death Eaters to their helicopters while a large black Nergal helijet joined them, but at Luke's signal, the armed men left the DUP alone.
"Don't worry," Harry said with a grin. "Those pathetic little Death Eaters are only being arrested, and we'll get them to the Interrogation Centre within the Obelisk, and maybe some detectives will get something from them."
"So, what do you want?" Luke asked coolly, "me to join you or something?"
"That would be nice, but I know you won't," Harry said with a shrug. "Just take care of Rose and yourself for now, and we can call it a team up. I'll visit you soon, Luke, and we'll have a lot to discuss, and because she is extremely competitive, I'll bring Amanda with me."
"I have no idea what that means," Luke commented confusedly.
"Mate, maybe you shouldn't brush off weird interdimensional data when you so easily trip over it," he said to Luke's horror, and with that, Harry Avalon was gone, leaving the DUP and Nergal soldiers to clean up the mess, and Luke to shift out his wings and blast back into the sky, back towards Nergal HQ as he made a big mistake by putting off that data.
Luke returned to Nergal, and with only his helmet armour shifted away he charged into Shangri-la, and into a huge command centre where many desks sat with huge screens, and holograms all over showing everything they had been putting off because of other issues, and he stopped next to where Stella stood.
"So… this is a readout from an alternate universe?" Luke asked as they were seeing the dimensional slip in patterns on the screen.
Stella nodded in worry. "Multiple alternate realities… and they're being dragged into each other, and I think you just met a Reality Traveller who by all means seems to be using the DUP to calm everything to do with Conduits and Mage, which may mean some of the other worlds at least has outed their magical's at least. However, can he be trusted?"
"I don't know," he replied in concern, "but I do know that the suit he was wearing… made him powerful, and he understood what my armour is."
"Do you think he has a me?" Stella asked hopefully.
Luke sighed tiredly, "just… let's not ignore this anymore, and figure out how we can breach the convergence, or detect those breaching it from one of these other worlds, which are going to make our lives annoying. Also, I want to start releasing black tech that we're holding back as long as it's not dangerous… I have a feeling we're going to get some competent competition soon."
"Yeah, from Harry's 'armour', I won't doubt that," Stella agreed.
Luke returned to his penthouse apartment stretching his muscles, as he flopped down onto the couch, and tried to not think of DUP and Harry Avalon the potential Reality Travelling guy. Luke was wearing a white tee shirt with some black trousers, and white running shoes. The Death Eaters had not been very active since Armoured Skill's debut that he was aware, but looking at how unorganised, these were it was obvious they had gotten antsy and gone off on it solo. Though, it was possible that the DUP and Harry Avalon were getting to those that Nergal were missing.
He shook his thoughts away from the annoying, as Geanie and Rosette were snuggled together on the large cream couch in the middle of the large open plan living room, kitchen-diner (not that the kitchen or diner were used much).
They were not watching TV, as there were no holo-screens floating about, and the 8K monster on the wall was blank. Then he got suspicious when it finally clicked that as soon as he exited the lift into the lounge that they pulled apart, and started shifting about, un-ruffling clothes and pulling further from each other shiftily.
Luke sighed and rolled his eyes, as he looked the girls over. They were both wearing cute short-short PJ's, Geanie in white and Rosette in blue. He just ignored them as he dropped the tablet, he was holding onto the coffee table, as it was lit with a picture and file name of some crazy moron wearing a union jack flag suit with cowl, and monstrous muscles who had apparently been flying around, and knocking around the odd criminal, and then dropping them off with the police.
"We've gone through this before!" he said, startling the girls, as he looked up, passed them out of the large glass doors, and windows beyond the large rooftop pool and into the starry night's sky. He looked back at them, smiling while their cheeks lit up. "You don't have to hide anything here, make out all you like, do whatever you want; you are adults. There's nothing wrong with it as far as I'm concerned, and the human world has come a long way, and I think they have more issues than a few girls falling in love with each other to deal with. I'm just waiting for the alien invasion at this rate," he said with a sigh.
"Sorry Luke," Rosette said, looking down, ashamed. "It's just we've pretended for so long, it's like second nature now."
He just smiled, shrugging. "Hey, I understand," he shrugged again before returning to what he was doing, and picked up his tablet.
Luke had been reading when a few minutes passed he noticed a shadow fell over him. Looking up Rosette was leaning her arms on the back of his chair smiling down at him as she was trying to read his screen.
He turned the screen off and stuck his tongue out. "Haven't you got anything better to do… with Geanie?" he asked suggestively, which got her blushing.
However, she gathered her nerves and shook her head. "Nah," she replied sheepishly. "So, what's a Captain Britain?" she asked, actually interested.
"Just some dippy, Conduit playing at superhero," he answered, shrugging. "He'll, hopefully get bored eventually, or we can get hold of him, and get him to join, Nergal? So, you want something I presume, as this is reminiscent of Thea when she wants something, beating around the bush all cute and sweet so I 'can't' refuse."
She gave him a grin while Geanie was giggling from the couch. "Well… umm… we want cool shifty metal battle armours too!" she blurted out quickly.
He rolled his eyes, amused. "Hmm… I wonder what that would be like," he said thoughtful, getting her hopes up. "I suppose I can come up with something that utilises magic much more than mine does. The chance for further experimentation… and I was kind of given a rather interesting idea…
"Okay, but I'll need to get some scans before I really commit to anything," he answered. "But it may take a while to get anything workable, if you hadn't noticed quite a bit of my time is taken up dealing with your Super Villains minions, and now I have some weird alternate universe business, and the DUP on my back, so I'll probably have to outsource a lot of this to Stella and her team."
"Hey, the Death Eaters haven't done anything in two weeks, and we love Stella," she answered brightly. "Anyway, Tyde said that these Death Eaters were only worthless third-rate minions," she winged as she slid round and sat on the arm of his chair. "Well, I guess we can wait, but when can we kidnap mum and dad from Dumbledore?"
Rolling his eyes again, he pat his sisters' leg condescendingly while she pouted. "We'll get them from him when we can. I am not stupid, and neither is he, but worse, he is a powerful mage, and big bloody arsehole. I cannot begin to try guessing how powerful he really is, so we have to stay cautious. He could have attacked back in Diagon Alley. It was just the fact he needed to keep face that he did not. I am certain we could have escaped, but he would have been partially responsible for a lot of destruction and death and I doubt he wanted that on his head.
"He no doubt knows that as long as he has Lily and James Potter that he has a card to play," he said, sighing as he rubbed his brow, placing his file down on a glass coffee table in front of him. "We have to be smart as he's probably already panicking if he's realised that the humans have found out about them, and even he couldn't miss all the idiots sneaking into Diagon Alley for Social Media clout.
"If we push too hard it could mean war," he said, looking to each girl as they quivered thinking about it. "Now I'm sure like me, neither of you want to be partially responsible for a war between humans and sorcerers. That would get us nowhere, and they would get hurt needlessly."
"Okay, I get it," she replied with a pouty smile. "But whoa, what the hell…? Did that cute blonde girl catch a flipping aeroplane?" she asked, startling him as he looked to see her as she had hopped off the arm of his chair, and picked up his tablet, and was playing the video of the girl holding a small private plane and helping it land. "Why hasn't this been on TV before on the news?" she asked in awe as she watched the girl in the footage as she wore blue and red with an S over her chest.
Luke growled and snatched it back with a simple summon startling her; she looked to him, pouting before she jumped down next to Geanie on the sofa while he rolled his eyes.
"No fair, Luke," she said, pouting cutely. "You have got to teach me wand-less magic!"
He raised an eyebrow, laughing. "It's just magic, Rosie," he reprimanded playfully.
She and Geanie both gave him a disbelieving look. "But you didn't use a wand," Geanie told him slowly. "So, its wand-less."
"No," he replied even slower. "The way you're putting it says that the wand came before magic. However, look at 'accidental' magic for example. That is proper magic in its most primitive form. This so-called 'accidental' magic is just your unchecked emotions, so I realised the key to magic is controlling your emotions, and your intent. Of course, for super intricate things a focus is needed, probably the original reason they were invented."
"Oh," they both said together, pouting as thoughts and ideas entered their heads.
Leaning back in his chair he read the reports, more interested the more he read, about a few rather powerful Conduits that likely had something to do with what was happening with this reality merging business. If Harry Avalon was here for a reason; he may be, so that he could prepare this world as it was dragged into the others, but what monsters awaited on his world that beings as powerful as this blonde girl existed, as she didn't look like carrying a five ton plane was much of a bother other than its shape being awkward, as her fingers, bent the metal?
Luke had thought he had problems before. Then he had his more pressing matter revolving around Dumbledore and his nutbar brigade. He looked over to see the girls had fallen asleep on the couch cuddled up together and smiled, pleased they had each other.
Then there was Voldemort too, though the 'evil' bad guy was an unknown, like seriously, nobody seemed to know much about him or what he would do, just his given name, of Tom, so it was no wonder he changed it. If anything, he probably got pissed off because of all the idiots, which would be perfectly understandable.
It was Albus Dumbledore who they should concern themselves with right then, not, Voldemort. He was the stereotypical old wizard, kindly and strong, powerful, the Merlin archetype for all wizards to follow, or at least the stupid and weak-minded one's.
Dumbledore seemed to be the type of man who may believe he was in the right when he was not. He had gotten away with so much in the past that people just continued letting him get away with it, thinking that he knows what was best, even while ruining peoples lives.
"Let's just hope this doesn't all go south," he muttered to himself, getting some strange looks from the girls as they sleepily opened their eyes, startling him; he shrugged sheepishly when Thea charged in from the lift.
She made a B-line for Luke and hopped onto his lap, looking at him. "Luke, Tyde says there are some mean looking mages outside, and she has dropped the barricade doors but it seems like they're going to try breaking in any way!"
"And you came to tell me, why?" he asked, standing with her in his arms he plonked her on her feet.
She shrugged, sheepishly. "I was on my way to hang out and stuff!" she answered as if that was any real reason, "and Tyde had a version of her hanging out, and told me, and we were here, and I said I'll tell you."
However, before he could do more than look at her in reprimand, the building shook in an explosion and the sirens went off with red emergency lighting. Then a nonchalant female voice spoke over the noise.
"Emergency, Security Alert!" she said professionally. "An act of aggression is taking place within the main lobby! Hostile mage have torn down outer defences, however, Distortion Fields are still at full efficiency! However, all armed security personnel to the main lobby immediately!"
"Calypso!" Luke commanded moments later and a visual screen popped up in front of him with a girl with long light blue hair in pigtails, with bright blue eyes and a wide smile wearing a 'uniform' matching what Tyde wore. "Who are they…?" he asked urgently.
"Certainly, Order of the Phoenix, sir," she answered, speaking properly with a regal English accent, looking rather proud of herself for acting more professionally when compared to her older sister, Tyde, as she had to reprimand her sometimes, which was not the right way around. "They are led by the enemy Albus Dumbledore. I have security meeting them with force, sir, and more on the way. These mages are not being careful and could do some serious damage if not put in their place. I recommend that they meet with the Skilful ASAP!"
He sighed as the ground shook again. "Has Tyde been teaching you bad puns again?" he asked, amused as she lit up looking embarrassed and ashamed that she went there. "Well, never mind what you and Tyde do in your spare time; let me see this, on screen!"
"Y-yes, sir," she answered as the screen flicked from her to show the lobby little more than dust and mortar as spells and energy bolts flew around in a battle as security secured the safety of lobby staff, some of which had riot shields.
"Oh no!" Rosette said from behind as she and Geanie had gotten up, curious and come over, looking over the screen and mess in varying degrees of horror. "This is what a battle between magic and science looks like," she said sounding down even though Thea had seen fit to hug her to make her feel better; she did not seem to notice.
"You haven't seen anything yet!" Luke growled out; eyes locked on the screen in anger. "If Dumbledore wants to fuck with me and my family, I'll show him what fucking with me is really like! Tyde; prepare my armour. Its time I kick that old bastard in the nuts, and put some humility into him!"
"Already prepped and ready to fly!" she answered vindictively over the comm. "Just kick him once for all of us too," she finished as Luke started stripping as he walked to the elevator with the girls following. "Thea, get Haley, and protect your new big sisters, okay?!"
"Yes, sir!" she agreed, saluting as they stopped in the lift to find Haley already waiting as he threw his shirt out of the lift; the doors closed, and it started moving down down as he started with his belt.
"Luke!" Rosette reprimanded, blushing as she realised, he really was going to take everything off with them in the lift with him.
He looked at her and rolled his eyes. "Grow up Rosie… I haven't created an armour that can go over my clothes yet!" he said, amused as she and Geanie spun away as his trousers came down, though neither Thea nor Haley cared. They both secretly enjoyed the show; for once, as it was him and not them stripping for scans and tests, and the admired the monster bulge in his tight boxers, both being silly and cheering while he rolled his eyes at them.
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It had been pandemonium as soon as the outer barriers and defences were torn down by the old man, Albus Dumbledore, but once inside: storms brewed, and quakes cracked the lobby while white beams of light flashed through the smoke and localised fire, from handguns and rifles.
The robed invaders blocked with magical-shields, but the defenders' weapons cut through some of the weaker invaders shields with ease, sending them out cold and out of the battle. It was at least amusing as the robed invaders tried to revive their fallen to fight more, but even their magic could not wake them from the stun-guns paralysing effects, as they didn't know how it worked.
Lights flashed, broken, and electric things all over were sparking and shattered. The darkness from outside was penetrating the once magnificent lobby with a few defenceless staff members out cold or injured, trying to hide and keep out of the way, dragging friends and colleges while security tried to protect them, but the terrorist attackers never once gave their safety a thought.
The robed mage kept on firing, trying to break through the security personals defences. They only cared about what they wanted, and that was to kidnap Rosette Evans, which intern spired on the guards to get rid of these racist kidnappers, and their boss paid well, would probably give them a huge bonus for this, and got them out of the house, as some of them were ex-military, and give all the help and support they ever needed by Nergal whereases the government failed them, so of course for one of Harry Evans's sisters, they would fight tooth and nail, as the saying goes.
Albus Dumbledore stood in the lead, swishing his wand this way and that, causing what looked like millions of pounds worth of damage. The other wizards and witches with him tried charging the guards with devotion to the old man.
However, that wasn't an easy feat as these guards weren't just equipped with the latest design Nergal stun guns, but a few top ranked security had been handed new polarised riot shields, (ironically designed to stop riots against people with powers), which spells of any kind seemed to just get deflected off and away once they hit.
It was infuriating quite a few of the old man's people as they were being put at a standstill with the weak muggles. Dumbledore's magic shook the building as he roared out spells to bring them more power, mortar, and concrete cracked and windows shattered in a hailstorm, pieces of glass shooting at the buildings guards as he pointed his wand towards them, shots just bouncing off his shield.
Some of the guards fled, diving out of the way, but the sharp glass shards split up, chasing them when suddenly the pieces of glass fell from the air, shattering further as an oppressive pull lured over the lobby, even pulling the dust down to settle.
Dumbledore looked on, wide-eyed to see a young woman he never thought he would again. Her blue eyes were like sheets of ice as she stood before the guards. She was wearing a long white coat over her tight all-in-one suit, in black with glowing purple patens to it, like galaxies. It worked as a research and protective suit, and if she would talk herself up right now, she would say it hugged her in all the correct places to tease all the boys and girls and other worker bunnies in her department.
It did look good on her, hugging her perfectly, even so far as to accentuate her large breasts, and fit all her beautiful contours, like a second skin that hid the first. It layered up, under her neck, and stopped under her chin, and down to the slender, boots sealed over the legs on her small feet with some slight heels (she adapted herself).
She swept her long blond hair back and neatened the glowing purple and silver alloy hairband that kept her hair from her eyes, as well as worked as a neural comm. unit.
The noise died down as some of the wizards had started celebrating as they had watched Dumbledore's spell. It was eerily quiet as the dust settled, and the Order of the Phoenix watched her cautiously, some having heard the rumour of the girl that nearly killed Dumbledore with gravity bending magic.
However, the old man simply smiled, though his eyes flicked to the security, flashing with caution as they moved, flanking the woman defensively, proving to the old man that she was very, very high up in the command structure. They aimed guns at the enemy, waiting for their moment if the need arose, like the trained soldiers they were, some wishing they were allowed blaster rifles, but understanding why unnecessary killing was a fool's gambit, especially in this situation.
"Hello again," the old man greeted her jovially, as if they were old friends. "It's nice to see you again, but I'm afraid that if you stand in our way, you might not be so lucky this time. You see, Mr. Evans has kidnapped our saviour, and another girl, and we are here to get them back, and then put an end to Mr. Evans's company, here!
"We cannot allow this to continue any longer," he carried on while she let him waste time for her, (as it makes sense if he likes to hear his own voice that much), and he would be done for eventually. "But do not worry, you'll all remember nothing-."
"Yeah, then, I'll get Rose!" the idiotic looking ginger next to him interrupted with such smug satisfaction that it was the greatest pleasure in the world to see him scream as the oppressive pressure left and centred solely on him, dropping him to the floor, as his legs snapped while Stella glared at him in fury. The old man surprised her as he used some kind of spell, and the gravity returned to normal over the ginger guy, but he was not getting up any time soon as he whimpered, hopefully with a few extra broken bones somewhere.
"You will not go anywhere near, my new little sister!" she said as if the thought was hilarious. "You cannot win now the whole world knows about you, and once word gets out you have attacked a human scientific research facility… Nergal head offices no less, it's going to look very bad on your species. You really have no idea that it is us, and places like us who are keeping the humans at bay; teaching people acceptance.
"We wish that all of our planets intelligent creatures can get along, and work towards a better future," she said, her eyes softening a little, as she knew that was especially true now that they understood that realities were clashing. "But your kind has been committing crimes against humans for centuries, maybe longer, and its time you stop, and just walk out of that door… or wall," she added the last, looking at the huge hole in the wall. "Then maybe we will cover this up, and your kind can talk with us, but under no circumstances will you have Rosette Evans!"
"Then we have nothing to talk about!" Dumbledore yelled out, flicking his wand, spell after spell flew at her, and she made hand gestures veering the spells away as the security re-opened-fire on the rest, keeping them from interfering with the boss on scene.
Dumbledore's spells had all sorts of odd effects as they hit the ground, plants burst up, or the ground cracked, shaking the building to its core. Stella was getting tired not being used to using her powers to fight, and not having trained like that with other things to do with the companies' limitless resources, and her 'dare I think it?', brilliant mind.
"I see you tire!" the old man said after a short while, surprising her that this old man wasn't, and ignoring the goings on around them, but not relenting in his attack. "We shall have Rosette Potter back!" he said so smug and condescending that given the chance, she would smack him a few times before locking the git away and losing the passcodes to his cell.
"Well, your people are crazier than you, if they don't hear the nuts!" she retorted, smirking as he gave her this stern look. "Death Eaters took everything from me and my sisters. I will not let some bat-shit crazy old man take anything more!" she hissed out, furious with him and that dam smile, knocking more spells away.
She grimaced as one spell hit a support pillar and tore through several in a row before tearing a wall down. They both stopped what they were doing as the ceiling shuddered. Then in a boom, the blonde jumped off the floor, flying back at speeds, and a few staff around her were dragged by invisible force and thrown clear, as the ceiling above the pillars collapsed down crushing some people underneath.
She could hear screams of terror and agony but couldn't help but feel glad that her people weren't under it. Well, most of them weren't, because she didn't yet know if they had lost anyone. She waited for the dust to settle, the whole place had gone quiet again with a few whimpers, and pained crying here and there, under the rubble.
Stella sighed as she saw the ceiling had only torn open like a door, leaving a huge ramp that only leads to some empty admin offices. Looking around, computer systems, and holo-net gridders were on display, sparking, and fizzing, so Tyde would be pissed, and Calypso annoyed she wouldn't be able to do her job properly while they were down on these levels.
It must have been only a moment later that the volume of cries of rage came back on as the mage started screaming vengeance, even though Dumbledore did it. The lighting was both worse and better now, as most on the ground floor were damaged and not working, but those in admin were still on, bathing them in light.
"Don't you pricks ever give up?!"
'He' interrupted, annoyed, voice modulated as he stepped out of the shadows of a broken lift having flown up the shaft, in black form contouring armour. His wings folding into his back. His gold 'eyes' glowing with power as he stepped up to plate, fists clenching and unclenching.
"You again!" the old man hissed out as he put the numbers together. "So, you work for Evans?! He created that abomination of… whatever it's supposed to be!"
"I am Armoured Skill!" he replied, not really answering, and quite put out that Dumbledore didn't put anything real together, just his belief. It was kind of disappointing, but nice that he didn't have his secret identity blown so soon.
"Now I'm here to tell you, you are in violation of… well, lots of laws," he said, sounding almost amused. "So, I'll just go with the straight forward, arresting you for the act of terrorism-!"
The old man surprised him by snorting. "We have our own laws, and-."
"They are not sanctioned by the government of the United Kingdom, and you are in the United Kingdom," he interrupted, amused. "You have to abide by State Law, and if you don't, you get thrown in jail, specially designed for nutters with powers and their terror gangs…!" he said smartly.
Meanwhile, Rosette, Geanie, Haley, and Thea were being sneaky, eyes on their prizes and all that as Lily and James Potter were off to the side, guarding the exit in case backup somehow arrived from the muggle authorities.
Rosette was still blushing at seeing her brother's big 'weapon', and great bod. If she weren't gay, and he wasn't her brother, well… she would… just have to find him a worthy girlfriend to do those naughty things with instead.
However, he couldn't just have meaningless relationships with losers just to get laid (or worse, she found out he had been doing it with Tyde every so often… naughty boy, and Tyde bragged,). Therefore, he needed a good woman in his life to keep him company; it was just finding the right one that would be tricky.
She thought back to the armour and grimaced, remembering Luke 'putting-it-on', and she had asked him for one. It seemed that Thea and Haley still wanted some kind of armour, but theirs were being designed to assist in the control and amplification of their conductivity.
Luke smiled at his sister as she sighed in relief as the lift came to a stop underground, opening back where those huge jets and stuff were, and it was empty of staff. He had the good grace to leave his boxers on, even though Thea was calling for him to lose them in a giggly chant while Haley was nodding along in agreement. He just seemed to find the whole thing amusing and laughed, winking at them before leading them out and through the lab, but with a powerful looking body like his; he had nothing to feel embarrassed over.
They quickly came to a large, but more confined lab chamber, which blasted them all with a disinfectant spray before letting them through the second set of doors.
Rose could only look around; confused as it was near empty, except a desk and in the centre of the room, the floor was metal red, sectioned around a black centre spot. She gave Geanie a nervous look, which was returned, just as baffled no doubt, maybe more. It didn't help that her dad played with muggle stuff, and was really that dense that he still didn't get it, or called them by the wrong name, so it probably rubbed off, but at least Geanie was young and coming to terms with all the cool stuff.
However, before they could say anything to each other, or Luke, he pulled off his boxers without a care, to which Thea, giggling, cheering in glee. He just didn't seem to care as Thea was embarrassing her by talking about how big it is, which made her look as Luke turned to face them, standing in the centre of the red circle thing.
She gulped, but looking away again, blushing more, other than a few scars, his body looked solid, but they just added to him. She thought about asking, but she knew who did that to him, so saw no point bringing up the past and bad memories.
However, looking around she noticed something else that made her wonder. The room had no armour as far as she could tell, nothing apart from the desk really.
"Tyde, Engage, Armoured Skill, Sequence Three!" Luke called out, drawing her attention again, but this time her eyes weren't wide through seeing her brother, nude, but because the ceiling and red floor panels pealed back and loads of robotic arms came out holding pieces of what must be armour, and she grimaced as she watched.
Pins spiked into areas of his body and the arms lowered pieces of armour, building the suit onto and into him. The armour clamping onto his body, tight, like it was becoming a part of him. She saw him flinch a few times, but before she knew it, it had finished, the worst bit being those spine clamps clicking the armours spinal column to him. Though, when the ceiling and floor closed, he wasn't wearing his helmet, but the armour had snaked up his neck, below his chin.
He walked over, surprisingly quiet for a guy wearing powerful battle armour; his lips curled into a smile. "So, what do you think?" he asked, amused as even Thea and Haley were checking it out in awe. "I thought about a synthetic bio-suit underneath, but the mechanics kept clashing, so I have to go nude for now while I work that bit out to make it at least a little more comfortable, and not so cold when touching my bare skin."
"It's pretty awesome, but don't those pins hurt?" Rosette asked reasonable, not truly understanding what he was talking about, but knew those suits were used in R and D for protection from all sorts, and apparently when Stella stopped propositioning and teasing her and Geanie long enough to tell them, they were very comfortable, meshing to the body perfectly.
"A little when they first touch, but you'd get used to it," he said, shrugging. "Anyway, it's for the neural alignment, but I'm working on a new way to change in more of a hurry, but you'll still feel them, only all at once, but I guess its better to get it over and done with quickly."
"So where is your helmet?" Geanie asked; looking around when they heard a boom and the building shook.
They watched as his helmet formed up from his neck to cover his face and hair. "Cool, huh?" he asked, grinning though they could not see. "I have an idea. I'll go and distract them, while you four sneak up the emergency stairs, and here," he said pointing as he controlled the holo-screen to appear with his net connection, pointing to the lobby doors where Lily and James stood guard.
"I think Dumbledore didn't want to risk them breaking free with all the magic around," he said with a gesture. "This is our chance to capture them for medical tests, and hopefully get them back their free will."
"Okay!" Rosette whispered as she was with Geanie and her two younger, though slightly perverted sisters hid around a corner, watching the Potter's while they held wands, looking around shiftily, and who could blame them with all of the destruction going on?
"Let's sneak up on them and just bonk them on the head!" Thea suggested reasonably. "Then we can drag them away, simple."
"Alright, but Geanie and I can just stun them with magic," she agreed as they both held their wands securely in their hands.
Luke, as the Armoured Skill, on the other side of the fallen ceiling was just talking to Dumbledore, trying to keep everyone's attention until he got word that the girls have succeeded in their job, and then the fight begins. He was not worried about the girls as Thea and Haley were both powerful and talented in their own right, Thea at combat as a whole, and though no slouch, Haley was much more the tactician type of girl.
"So, how does it feel Dumbledore?" he asked, curious. "How does it feel to know that you… you in your attempt to get rid of Luke Potter, because of a prophecy you didn't like… that you… you… no one else… was responsible for the prophesy happening in the first place. You have just altered the magical world Professor Dumbledore… no… you altered the world, for bad or for good, and yet, you won't even stand back and let it change, fighting to the bitter end.
"I feel sorry for you," he added, chuckling. "Because now… your history stands in the magical world, a hero's history, but soon it will be a part of the Earths. History will record you from now until the end as a crazy old man who tried to keep his people as submissive, blind slaves."
"That is where you're wrong," he replied. "When this is all over and done with, you and all those like you, whether muggle or wizard will be in Azkaban for breach of the law-."
He paused as they heard the distinct sound of propellers with sirens seconds later. "That is probably the police, and the DUP, all armed with weapons to kill, so I suggest you surrender-!"
The old man looked around at his people with a panicked look, unsure, uncertain whether he and his people as wizards could really beat the muggles. He forgot about the muggles war machines, but he had to. If he did not, muggles would take all control from him… umm… the magical government.
Meanwhile he didn't notice Luke's four younger sisters sneak up on Lily and James, the two witches stunning them before dragging them off with Tyde giving Luke the green light to fight.
"We will never surrender!" Dumbledore spat out defiantly, glaring at Armoured Skill.
"You're leading your people down a foolish and dangerous path!" he retorted, trying to make him see some sense, any of them, so he turned to the mage. "Listen to me! Dumbledore is leading you into a potential war, and an unnecessary one at that. It's a war about race, not what is right or wrong, keeping you ignorant and arrogant! Right now, you have a chance; you have the choice! Dumbledore is coercing you because you have been brought up in his world to fear change, to fear the human world when there isn't anything to fear.
"If you don't surrender now, and surrender to us, you'll be locked away in a prison designed for the likes of Voldemort. Starting a fight with us is like you throwing the first punch, but only we no self-defence, and the best defence is a good offence! You will lose, and you will lose hard, please, let me help you now, show you the real world!"
"No!" Dumbledore cried out as some of his muggle-born supporters threw down their wands as they knew the truth in front of them, and they knew following Dumbledore would get them put in jail for a long time. They didn't want that, and they didn't want to be the villains here
However, they froze as the old man spat that word out in his rage, looking to them in anger, wand pointed at them, terrifying them. "Lower the wand Old Man!" Justice interrupted with a faintly glowing blue, black sword near touching his face, attached to his right arm as if it was melded to it.
He did, eying the sword warily, and the muggle-born's looked relieved to being cuffed as they turned their selves in to security, a few others, pure or half-blood, not caring for the Voldemort way Dumbledore turned on the others for choosing not to fight anymore, did what they had to and trusted someone else. Therefore, they quickly took the chance before they were Dumbledore's cannon-fodder, throwing down wands and surrendering, as they all had families that needed protecting.
The rest raged in anger, but Dumbledore turned from them as the sirens blazed louder and it sounded like a few helicopters had landed outside, likely off-loading soldiers.
"We leave now, grab the injured, and apparate as soon as we're out of this buildings wards!" Dumbledore yelled, charging off and ignoring Armoured Skill.
Stella and some of the men went to pursue, but Luke shook his head, looking around at the mess. "Once they're gone, we look for survivors, and dig up the dead!" he said coolly as he watched Dumbledore giving him a glare while helping Ronald's mother with the barely conscious douche.
Stella grimaced as she heard the megaphone of someone ordering the fleeing wizards to drop their wands and surrender before a huge boom, then blaster-fire with more explosions, shaking the ground.
"You just let them walk out into that," Stella said, impressed as she used her brother to hold herself up, so exhausted for using so much power in one day, but a slight purple glow showed she was slowly absorbing some gravidic force to recharge on.
Luke held his beloved sister with surprising gentleness. "Yeah, but Dumbledore will likely get away with some of them. He is a powerful wizard after all, but this will show them that they are no longer untouchable!"
Men in yellow and black military uniforms stormed the building moments later holding machine rifles, securing the lobby before one said 'all clear' over his comm. and moments later, in walked a young man in a red and black high-tech suit looking rather amused.
"I figured this was going to happen," Harry said, looking around at all the mess. "My Dumbledore fucked with my building too, but I had some awesome drones, and he didn't cause as much damage, plus, my building is bigger than this…. Oh, crap, I have a huge ego, but my staff kept growing, and their needs grew, and I wanted to keep them comfortable, you know?"
"Yeah, I know," Luke agreed with a sigh, as he liked to kleep his people comfortable too.
"Wow, you look hotter in, person," Stella said with a grin, offering her hand to Harry. "Stella Cline."
"Hi, I'm Amanda Avalon," she was interrupted by a black-haired beauty stealing her hand, and shaking it. "Wow, do Cordelia, and Cornelia have a new sister, or is that name just a coincidence?"
"Sister," Harry answered.
"And this armoured hunk, must be our brother, Luke?" she asked eagerly, and Luke tensed as his armour shifted back his helmet while Amanda hugged him with ridiculous strength, and kissed his cheek before they had to take notice of the strange blue outfit she was wearing. "Where's my Rosie…? Is she here?" she asked hopefully looking around as she pulled back from Luke.
"She just, kinda kidnaped our parent, and is taking them to Medical R and D," Luke said nervously while she nodded her head eagerly like that seemed like a perfectly reasonable explanation.
"Then I'll see you guys later, as I have to go and meet her. I won't be long," she chimed happily as she skipped over to the broken open lift and hopped in before flying up the shaft.
"Well, don't mind Amy, just send her home when she out stays her welcome," Harry said in relief. "Well, all's well and all that, the dupes are all yours. Seraph has sent Tyde all the communication frequencies and info you might need on the shifting worlds malarky, but I'm a busy guy, and running the DUP, is now your problem, but if we can integrate them into the Meta Police Forces; they'll be all the Earths problems."
"Well, that sounds like great fun," Luke replied sarcastically, as he was startled as Tyde appeared with him next to a girl in a green cosplay.
"Luke! Seraph has an android avatar back on her world!" Tyde complained glaring at him in annoyance, like it was his fault he hadn't yet invented a real life android, and annoyingly, she knew they was working on some prototypes. "I want one too, please?" she begged hopefully, as she could bed impatient sometimes.
Luke sighed and glared at Harry while Seraph was snickering, and put her arms around Tyde's shoulders, and pulled her in to her arms, cuddling her sister, and whispering secrets in her ear, and they ignored the flickering of their bodies as the holo-emitters were badly damaged.
"Can I get an android avatar too?" interrupted a girl with blue pig-trails as she appeared with them looking hopeful.
Luke groaned and glared at Harry some more. "Speak to him…" he said, suddenly amused as both his AI turned to Harry and he gulped, and looked relived as with one more flicker all three of them disappeared.
"Saved by broken equipment," Harry said in glee, and they both laughed while Stella rolled her eyes.
to be continued…