BIG MOUNTAIN
MATRIX TITAN CHAPTER TWO: UNRESTED MAYHEM.
There were days when it's best not to be out in the sun, for simple yet personal environmental reasons. This was one of those days. The weather conditions were at an all-time high. Enough to make a poor sorry excuse of a person to suffer beneath the downpour of their own sweat, due to long exposer of the seriating waves of heat. Bearable, but a pain in the ass all the same. No exception to be bare of dealing with a combination of thick haze of dusted winds, being carried over with a mixture of rust from the corroded old mining equipment around the complex. The brick looking dirt, turned to active burners by the hundred two-degree sultry humidity. A rarity in the bay area, and a complete annoyance to one certain person who was standing, and watching like a god forsaking guard dog.
Johnny Rancid, to his complete broken view, had his best of days to say the least. Sure, he may have got into some shit with the law, and then some. Mainly his run ins with his arch nemesis the teen titans, but that's aside the point. Without a doubt, he does have both the good days, and the bad days, but today for him in this particular case, was neither. Oh hell no. Today he was having the worst. No scratch that. He was having the worst pathetic day of his short pathetic life by far.
Pathetic was his primary philosophy as he contemplates in how the hell he got himself into this mess in the first place. Oh right of course! He critically ramble within his inflamed thought. How can he be so damn stupid from the start. Out of an upbeat pissed off reaction, smacks his hand over his fore-head. Slowly composing himself from the pinkish mark that he had made to his forehead. "Okay. "He calmly mutters of appeasing his temper down a notch.
Once upon a time, while being locked up in a higher secure rehabilitation confinement center, called prison. Where he was just minding his own business, with the hopes of being release early for good behavior. Fate, being a typical oppressor, had a different agenda, after someone, somehow, someway, out of nowhere came, and broke him out. And later offer something he can't possibly refuse, without much of the thought on the repercussion he might find himself in. And here he is! Happy fucking ending! In his condense version. Oh, sure he may have managed to gain some benefits along the way, but it still pissed him off none the less. Rancid openly cuss, after noticing a large shadow being cast over him from behind.
Atlas making his presence known by his heavy-footed frame approach. Looking down at the impatient lower waste of a life form. "Would you kindly keep yourself quiet, and keep your guard up human. It has taken us a great deal of trouble in subduing the security around here. We don't want any further interference from the outside as it is. Unless you like to end up like the last person who failed at such a simple task." He dangerously husk.
Rancid, unfazed by Atlas massive appearance, but his intimidating threats were account to consider. Only for a little bit, with his fear long been fractured by his immense anger.
He maybe one hell of an angry individual, but he was also a very angry individual who thinks rationally before taking action. And his rational instincts were screaming at him not to cross Atlas into combat. A bit torn as he fathoms of getting a good sense that Atlas himself knows it as well, by the nasty smirk he was displaying. However, that alone will not stop him from having a bitch out.
"Yeah, yeah whatever. I'll do my thing, while you do yours, tin man." Rancid, dismissively said. With a single wave of his right hand, turned his back at the large figure of Atlas.
"Careful with your tone, and the choice of words human. It might just be your last. You see I can tolerate your disrespect at some degree human, but for the others? Well good luck." Atlas smoothly chuckles, and leaving Johnny to scoff off Atlas word of caution.
"Yeah, sure fine, whatever. By the way, how long do we got of staying at this dump anyway?" Rancid, slowly growing more agitated by the moment. Clearly this was not part of the deal. He did not sign up to be somebodies goddamn guard dog. And to his personal expectations, was looking forward to take part in the most vital missions. Sure, it does not have to be pretty, just as long he was getting some good action dammit. So far, to his dejection, was at a low point in terms of his reputation.
Atlas, doing his own personal favor, by ignoring Johnny's impatient rants entirely. "Not long. However, if you keep your mouth shut, and stand guard like a good little human. Then just maybe by a slim margin of a chance, I just might put in a good word to have you assign to a more pivotal role." Atlas finish by proceeding in going back to the mining site.
Yeah bullshit! As if he's going to let that sentient bastard off the hook, with unanswered questions he's been asking for some time. "Hey! You haven't told me what the hell you've been digging for, from the start did ya? Oh, wait a minute, what's that' thing called again? Oh yeah! energon. As a matter of fact, what the hell is this energon anyway?" Rancid giving Atlas a suspicious look. The champion mech in return, just stare at the young punk with disinterest across his golden features.
" I'll believe that's none of your concern human. But by a long shot, if you can last long enough, I just might inform you on our mission in details, but until then, you have your own assignment to stand guard. . . Oh yes, if you don't like the order's you've been given. Your more than welcome to discuss it with my leader, But I must warn you though, he does not take too kindly when his orders are in question. So, get to it. . . human." Atlas making a point of no more discussion to the fuming look of Johnny.
Fuck the instinctive warning! That is what exactly what's been bothering the hell out of him the most. He was Johnny god-damn Rancid! Not no damn disposable play tool that someone can use, and throw away just as they please. He hate's being order or being told what to do likes some damn naïve child. But worst of all, he hates being in the dark, while felt like lower than trash in how he been treated. This is exactly the main reason why he got the hell out of Brotherhood of Evil. No amount of money nor power does not equate to a person's pride being dash to ascender. In short, he was fed-up, and he was going to let him know who the hell he is.
"Hey you rusted piece of scrap-heap! In case you haven't notice, the name's Johnny! Johnny Rancid dammit! And I expect you to remember that!" He hollered at the former champion mech.
Atlas, halting where he was going. His smirk, turned to a light grin after deciding not to face the young annoyance before him." Oh, please human, with your short life cycles, its pathetically irrelevant, and pointless. Now be silent and go back to your task at hand…...Human." Atlas corrosively chuckle, causing Johnny to further fume.
"Hey dammit! What did I just tel..." Johnny, unable to pursue his ongoing rants after a powder blue beam passed right beside him, barely by a hair, before hitting one of the mining equipment. Goddammit, he recognizes that baby blue light in an instant. Only because he hates the certain color of blue.
"Oh great! And now these little underage assholes showed up out of the blue. Great timing preteens, you've certainly have improved in what's left of my decent god forsaken day." Johnny thoroughly barbed behind his rants. Making an official small pavement when going back, and forth in fury. "I would've given you guy's a proper red-carpet greeting of what the FUCK! But right now, I am kind of busy at being an adult, doing adult things. So why don't you just skimp your untrained potty little ass's off, like good little children, before you badly get yourselves hurt."
Robin, showing his everlasting grudge at the man who broke both his bike, and his finger when unwinding his bo-staff." No way that's happening Johnny. We don't know what you're planning on or what you're after, but we are here to put a stop!"
Following the boy wonders stance, with Cyborg aiming his sonic beam cannon at Johnny, Starfire ready to set off her star beams by her tense glow within her eyes. Beast Boy growling in his tiger form, and Raven, ready to make her first move as her entire body was shrouded in dark magic.
Atlas, trouncing his way back with a tiresome sigh by the actions of the foolish new recruit. Forcing everyone to turn their heads to the large bulky figure." What did I tell you about keeping your mouth shut human? Now look at this. More annoyance has showed up."
Gawking at the unusual pair with his confused green eyes, after Beast Boy shape shifted himself back to human. Scratching his head in slight confusion. "Dude, is that really Atlas? Because he's gotten a little bigger since we last fought him."
"It's him alright, just keep your guard up. Because knowing him, he might have a few hidden upgrades within his sleeve." Cyborg firmly instruct, and taking Beast Boys cue of Atlas appearance. Sure, he might have been bulked up then he remembered, but his physical rounded type robotic framed was still the same. His gold, and maroon trim that's been shining brightly around his mechanical body, remained the same before putting him out of commission. However, he cannot help himself in shaking off the nagging feeling that something was off about him. Atlas, basically ignoring everyone, but Cyborg, with his dangerous grin being shot solely at him.
"Yeah, fuck you too! And how the hell should I know the teen bastards will arrive? They didn't exactly give a damn invoice." Johnny hollered, with an angry bulging tick mark appearing out of his forehead. Atlas, remaining cool and collected through his goading faraway look, despite the bothering situation before him.
"Try maintaining your half hazard thing called composer. That's your first order, and second, take care of these….In your earthly terms, these pests." Atlas, through his boredom yawns. And once again leaving the young punk in dealing with the titans alone. In which Johnny to his displeasure, took notice.
"HEY, YOU TIN FOIL FUCK! You expect me to fight these assholes alone?!" Johnny exclaim, arms himself in what appears to be a couple of attitude black enhance versions of the 92B Taurus. Something like Cyborg, and the team have never seen.
"Do not undermined me like the others, human. And of course not, you naive fool." Atlas flustering out the foul language of Johnny from his sensitive hearing. His golden optics he normally carries, begun to glow bright purple.
Beast Boy, the first to take notice, as the swirling winds from all around begun to vanish at Atlas commands." Uh, guys? What's going on here? I really don 't remember him doing that the last time we fought." His fear of question was answered, after a loud heavy animalistic roar exploded deep within the mines, before five black identical sports vehicles came storming out. Flames bursting from the exhaust of each vehicle, as they tore through the dirt towards Atlas. Transforming into a humanoid looking robotic machine shortly after. All of them standing well above ten feet in average, with their heavy arsenals, well hidden within their compartments. Their frayed, and battle-scarred appearance was a sight to behold, mainly for Cyborg, as the machines were now standing aggressively right behind both Atlas and Rancid, waiting for further commands.
"Well that's new." Raven mellowly tainted in interest, said.
"No kidding, never thought Johnny have the talent to make new friends." Cyborg garnish in bitterness.
The boy wonder standing tall, and unhinged to the additional threat head on. "Get ready guys, I have a feeling things are going to be rough like last time." Robin caution. "Cyborg, do you think you can try to take on Atlas once more?" The boy wonder receiving a single nod from the half cybernetic titan. "Alright, me and Star will go after Johnny. Beast Boy, and Raven will take care of…...whatever those things are."
"You all know what to do. But limit your firing projectiles. We don't want to attract anymore unwanted attention as it is. "Atlas commanded with his optics glowing more vicious with each word. "Decepticons, attack!" Obeying to Atlas swift words as they restlessly charge at the titans.
"TITANS GO!" Robin shouted.
Starfire, with her eyes glowing bright green, was the first to engage with one of the Decepticons. Using the full force of her starbolt eye beams, causing the machine to flung back from the powerful attack, before zipping right towards Johnny, with Robin following Starfire from behind. Beast Boy from the other end, took the form of the ware beast. The third time of doing so. Prying his sharp claws at the couple of elusive Decepticons. Raven, not so far off, unleash a few enchantment's around a few heavy equipment before being flung directly towards them. And to her unexpected surprise, was slice in half at first contact. Keeping a steady distance away from the dangerous machines, and their large deadly blades.
"Now this is fascinating. Oh yes, quite the development I see." Atlas, viewing the battle between the titans, and the Decepticons with great interest. Paying close attention at the powers of the titans that they were displaying. "It's rare to find something that impress me these days. Yes, their corpse's will make an excellent candidate for Shockwave's research. But you on the other hand, out of all of them, are the most interesting one." Atlas, shifting his now reconfigure golden optics over to Cyborg. Paying no mind to the beam cannon that was pointed directly at him, just a few good yards away.
Glaring at the imposing figure, while not letting a little curiosity get the better of him. "Quit acting like you never saw this coming Atlas. "Cyborg savagely vent. "I don't know who brought you back to life or what's your affiliation with Johnny, and those machines. But one thing is for sure, I am going to put you offline. Permanently."
"Come again? "Atlas, raising a single eye brow through his complete Bewilderment. "Because I assure you, those so-called machines you spoke so poorly of, are anything but. Still, you've talk as if we have met before. And according to my memory servers, have no such recollection on that regards. Basically, I have never forget the person who I fought nor the battles that I fought in. Either way by chance, have we met before? "
A bit taken back by Atlas brute confession, but wasn't surprise in a most logical sense. Base on his assumption that there was a pretty good chance that his memory processor unit, had been wiped off after his defeat, was the first thing that came to mind. Or he could very well be bluffing into playing tricks, by his misconception grin he was putting on.
"It doesn't matter, but what matters now, is that you're going down!" Cyborg, firing his sonic beam cannon at the highest level at Atlas.
The champion mech, paying no effort, simply slide himself from Cyborgs attack. His stoic expression remain the same after the blue light zips right by him. "Agreed, lets put you down, shall we?" Atlas griddle as he tilts his large frame forward into a track stance. Digging his foot hard to the ground as he blitz himself over towards Cyborg.
Cyborg, to his compelling surprise, wasn't expecting the hellish speed of his oncoming attacker. As if witnessing a high-speed freight train, that he cannot jump aside, due to the high octane like force. Firing his sonic beam cannon relentlessly at the charging possessed look of Atlas. Failing to gain a single hit, after Atlas heavy framed fluidly evaded all of his punishing attacks. His eyes now bloated wide open, when facing up close to a crooked grin of Atlas, and his right fist that came barging down.
A little upgrade might have been a little too gentle of a statement, to Cyborg's bitter point of view, activated his thrust boots at the last second from being purged down. Keeping his fear in check after Atlas made himself a small creator beneath him.
Atlas, and his lazy eyed optics remain un-wavered. Quickly adjusting himself from the grounds. And once again, thrust himself towards the stun look of Cyborg, who in the nick of time gain his footing as he haphazardly back pedals away from Atlas heavy blows.
Atlas may be quicker, and stronger than before, but he kept his skill in check from heavy training that he endures during the wee hours. Gaining a slight edge in speed, as he was in position of doing a right upper cut with a beam cannon. However the training wasn't proving much, after his primary weapon was caught in the flash by Atlas massive hand, follow by another, after a failed attempt of blasting the champion mech with his secondary beam cannon . Struggling in most part, with Atlas towering frame being hovered over him. Showing his brute strength in sending Cyborg down to a single knee without much restraint.
"Tell me something. "Atlas smoothly tone without a hint of struggle to show for. "Who built you? It's not every day that I have encounter a half man, and half machine. Let alone to fight one. Or maybe your just another lonesome confuse sentient machine, mimicking that of human perhaps?" Atlas convincingly convey behind his easy-going smirk. His light smirk began to crumble after being pull forward towards Cyborg. Receiving a steel crushing head butt. Causing the champion mech to stumble back a few feet. Trouble of regaining his barrens, as he was being grabbed beneath the left bicep by Cyborg before being slammed into the dirt.
Lying flat on his back with a disturbed smile for over a minute, before kicking himself up to his feet. Narrowing his optics at Cyborg, and his red cybernetic eye, that was flashing bright red then normal.
Ignoring the damaged signal receptors from his right hand, after been crushed by Atlas massive grip. A little thing like that did not compare of how livid he was, that Atlas have spewed. He was, and still is human. Or at least he thought so. Of course, he never really did have a normal life since birth, but dammit, he was fully human at one point in time, before all this shit happens. Scraping the turbulent congested thought in flame for another time. Deeply brainstorming of how to finish off Atlas, as fast as he can before supporting his teammates. Because from the distant, he could easily see that they were having just as much trouble from their end than he was with Atlas.
Already formulating his plans into action, before his body out of the whim, have cease. Turned close to a living statue, after his vision began to swirl to a haze of darkness. Too stunned to react at what he was seeing, once everything around him completely deformed into a black, and white static vision of star labs.
Render down on the exact same position around the smoldering remains of the interdimensional test sight. His eye lid, swell to the person laying right in front of him. The strength that he beg for at escaping the soulless eyes of his mother, was depleted, after his entire conscious was being dragged towards the dark void of her grey aperture lens. Regaining back his habitual line of breathing after the wither laughter of Atlas shot him back to reality.
"Bravo, bravo. I must say, you are the very first human …Or half any way's, to ever put me on the ground. Ever. It's been eons since I felt this certain excitement. Oh yes, your definitely far more interesting, more ways than you realize. You ought to be honored. Because I rarely give such high praise to a lower life form such as yourself. But enough of the small talk. Right now, I must know what else you got hidden beneath your artificial parts." Atlas once again, charged at Cyborg.
Already predicting his next attack. But barely, after avoided the increased speed, and heavy strikes, before taking a split-second opening advantage after suppressing his beam cannon at the lower mid-section from the rear. Atlas whipping out his own counter move, by rapidly rotating his upper frame to a full three sixty. Connecting his bulky forearmed to the back of Cyborg's head. Sending the cybernetic titan to tumble nearly across the complex like a dud torpedo. Using his right hand as leverage in leaping himself afloat rather than taking a mouth full of dirt. Intellectually bashing his targeting mitigation system, after it been cut off line due to the last traumatic hit.
Discreetly ignoring the bellowing laughter of Atlas, while taking account in how much of a deep shit he was in. Rutted down by fatigue, while the inner sensor was in the red. Informing him that his internal main hydraulic lines was now rupture. At this rate, he wasn't sure how long he can keep up, and worse, his power cells were already less than half empty, due to the excessive power use of his beam cannon. His only conclusive goal was to find a way to take Atlas out as quickly as possible, before his system does a force shut down.
"Once again, you never cease to impress me." He pleasurably prompts to the mingle look of Cyborg. "Ever since arriving to this planet, no one, and I do mean no one, has ever stand up after that particular move. Considering that was just a simple welcome tap to the shoulder. But before we continue. Tell me, out of simple curiosity, what is your name?" Atlas simply question.
"I think you should be more concern of how your going to make it out alive, than asking a person's name." Cyborg said to the impassive mech.
For once, I have to disagree. No, it's you who should be more concern for your team, than...… Wait." Atlas words faded to near silence. "My voice sensors have indicated that you have the same physical biological recognition, or close that of...tell me something. By any chance do you go by the former name of Victor Stone?" Atlas, in all curiosity said. Casting an oil slick grin to the morbid look of Cyborg. "Aaah, I see now. Save it. My sensor readouts, based on your expression, is all the answer that I needed." The former champion mech, fighting with all his might of restraining his blistering laughter. "I should've known all along. How foolish of me for taking his memory servos for granted."
Digging deep of how Atlas got the info of his secret identity was a great cause of alarm. For he knew it was nearly impossible to get ahold of his back ground. Other than using his last name during the infiltration mission of Brother Blood's...Shit! Cyborg thoughtfully debunk, at the expense of Atlas uncontrolled laughter.
"Oh, this is something! Of all the people that I have encounter, it has to be you!" Atlas going back to his calm demeanor. "Oh, don't cry over a spill Energon. It is not what you think, in regards of how we acquired your personal information, Victor. As we have other means. What I am saying here, is we are very well aware of your friend's civilian backgrounds, besides yours of course. Especially your leader Dick Grayson, if I am not mistaken." Atlas, through his dark amusement said, causing Cyborg to visibly flinch. "Relax, it matters little to us. Still, please forgive me. I just might have said a bit too much, since I am under direct orders not to release certain information. As for what business I have here? Is not my say in case you're wondering. But out of respect, I'll tell you a little secret about myself, if that makes you feel better. "Atlas uncharacteristically giving Cyborg an addictive looking grin.
"I'm not Atlas."
"Okay, yeah, I believe you after what you just said. "Cyborg warily expressed. "Nah, your just an insane machine who got his head smash before being rebuilt." He convincingly said. However, truth be told he refuse to believe it. Even though Atlas was telling the truth from that tone of his. Not to mention he was beginning to curse at himself for installing that lie detector system, because the damned thing was not detecting any lies from him.
"Indeed. Though insane? "Atlas, corking his eyebrow of such accusation. "That's a bit of a stretch. Crazy? Oh absolutely. But none the less." Atlas continued. "The Atlas you once knew, has indeed been decease for some time. What you see here is just a disguise to keep my true form hidden from the outside. Not that I need to of course. It just something I'm personally doing, through a recommended request."
"Great. So, your telling me you're not Atlas, but somebody else entirely? Man Please. "Cyborg, reactivating his sonic cannon.
"You don't seem all that convince. Then perhaps it's best to allow me to show you first hand." Atlas crouching himself down at a two-point stance. Releasing a massive powerful wave of dark energy shortly after.
"Damn, going to feel that for a while." Cyborg, rubbing his backside after being knocked over by Atlas sub sonic power surge, that rupture across the entire excavation site. Stalled from further movement, after all motions have jammed at once, from the appearance of a large figure behind the dusty shadow. Standing before him after the dust have settle, was no longer facing Atlas, but a completely different humanoid looking machine all-together.
His height, twice as high than before, as he stood at least twenty feet. Long gone are the red and gold of Atlas frame, after being whisk away for desert white, with a trim of purple between the armor looking features. His racer design helm, match the same color schemes of his frame. Displaying his yellow translucent canopy between his torso, flanked by a silver rectangular vents from his upper shoulders. His tank treads, lock and secured behind his lower armored legs. His overall appearance was not bulky compare to Atlas, but slim and agile then the champion mech. Cyborg, only looking at the figures reflective angled red visor, as the figure himself cracked a sinister smile from his dark grey facial features. His war scars, ever so present through his highly advanced mechanical body. And in hindsight for a lack of a better word, was being ridiculed by his own instincts in how much of a deeper shit he was in.
" Finally. Thank the almighty Primus, I can unload myself without any restrictions from that annoying compress disguise." The unknown machine deeply husks, through his light deep tone. "Alright warrior, let's began round two." The unknown machine said, as he unsheathes his broad electrical pulse sword that mechanically appeared from his left hand, while holding an advanced looking single barrel assault rifle from his right, that resemble a MG-Forty-Three.
Fueling his mental void in cussing at himself. For certain he was screwed after witnessing the configuration of the beings' true form. However, he was mainly cussing at his own power cell, which was down to a quarter. Hopefully with a lot of luck, he would come up with something quick. Yet that too would be a problem, because in a flash, was being spear charge by the large sword coming right at him.
"Uh oh! HEY! YO! TIME OUT!" Cyborg flimsily squeak before the blade made a loud thunderous contact.
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Atlas. First appearance. Teen Titan Episode Num17. Only Human. 2004= Technical Data
Strength: ========8
Intelligence: ======6
Speed: =======7
Endurance: =========9
Rank:====4
Courage: ===3
Fire blast: ======6
Skill: =====5
Johnny Rancid. First appearance. Teen Titan Episode Num 24. Fractured. 2004=Technical Data
Strength: =======7
Intelligence: ========8
Speed: ======6
Endurance: ========8
Rank:=====5
Courage: =====5
Fire blast========8
Skill=======7