Opening File: Project Gene-Warp
Many years ago, numerous scientists discovered strange containers full of a strange bluish-green liquid in the ruins of an unidentified ship. The liquid was deemed dangerous due to the radical mutations of any lifeforms that touched the liquid. Causing the creation of what many would call a mutant.
It was to be disposed of, but an unknown scientist would keep a few and go rogue. Causing great grief and tragedy as the unknown scientist would use the unknown liquid to mutate regular people, particularly faunus and mobians having used the 'Mutagen' to get results on how to perfect this Mutagen. The project meant to create a superior race.
One of his subjects would escape and kill him and later on burn the lab down.
Police would find the rest of the subjects and offer sanctum, but the one who burned the lab was never found.
The Pentagon. One of the most fortified places in the world, now dealing with this disaster that has happened quite a bit ago. Showing that somehow, this super EMP had quite literally disabled everything electrical over a eight hundred mile radius and beyond.
The defense grid going down with criminals all over taking advantage with Satyra attacks and numerous injured people. Now all the big wigs of the good U.S. were trying to plan their next move. Having already outed that it wasn't something like solar flares or radiation or even some Dust experiment gone awry. Unfortunately upon figuring out nothing, the room wasn't getting farther than that.
"This is outrageous!" One of them went inside their meeting room. Throwing his hands in the air. "How is it we still haven't found anything on who did this."
"Probably because nobody claimed to have done it." Another said.
"Well we have to do something. Or whoever did this might do it again." A third went worried of what may happen if they waited too long to react.
Sebben on the other hand rolled his eyes, though couldn't blame the people for their worries. Even he felt unease by this attack, having never encountered something as powerful as this supposed EMP. Everything short-circuited, not even the Hall of Justice was immune with the cells inside opening up causing damage underground. The heroes stationed there got it under control, but a few criminals escaped.
'That's not even mentioning who might take advantage of this.' Sebben then felt his phone buzz and pulled it out. The message on it stated he needed more paperwork to be done. He sighed, sorely wishing he had a good assistant or secretary to help him out with things like this.
"Do not fear everybody," One of the officials, Commander Walters went as he looked calm and organized. Settling his hands down as everyone listened, knowing full well he's a man of business. "Listen. I understand we have reason to fear this unknown attack, but right now trying to talk without action isn't doing anything."
"Then what do you suggest we do?" A person asked just wondering what security should do here.
"Simple." Walters answered back. "First we get the facts. About 2 hours ago, an energy surge knocked out power across the entire pacific northwest. Chaos all over now, and power won't be up until morning. Which is why we need to hire someone who knows exactly what he's dealing with."
"Who did you have in mind?" One of the officials asked.
"I checked over the list, and it recommended a person that can help." Walters went. "He's smart, capable, and knows how to do things we can't. Even if he is...strange."
"Strange?" Many people aside from a few like Sebben then opened up their laptops. Quickly going onto the file where it would show who would be best recommended for this case.
"That's right. This approach needs a sophisticated touch. Someone that knows technology."
"A lab rat!"
"Na-ah. A lab rat...with teeth."
"Oh no. You're not thinking of who I think you're suggesting?" A man moaned as he recognized this person on the laptop. Everyone very much feels the same.
"Are you crazy!" A woman said now wondering if they needed to see if this list wasn't hacked. "How is he recommended!?" Sebben raised a brow, curious of who they were talking about.
"Yes. Yes. I know he's a bit...eccentric." Before Walters could say more, another spoke up.
"Eccentric? He's insane!"
"Not to mention rude."
"And annoyingly smug. Hell. Can't we get someone from the Dexter family instead?"
"Yes, he's all those things." Walter continued ignoring the interruptions. "But there is no denying his brain matches those in DexLabs. He has 5 PHD's, his drone technology is astounding, revolutionary. Using both regular forms of energy and Dust. Not to mention think of all those jobs he did for us."
"Jobs?" Some of the people looked at each other, confused.
"The ones with the Satyra raids, the Grimm assaults, and some coups in the Middle East he personally stopped." Again, everyone looked confused.
"...He has?" One of the Joint Chiefs went.
"Goes to show how well he does his job." Walters smirked. "Still, I understand your reluctance. But the simple matter is, we have no choice."
"Excuse me." Sebben then asked a fellow politician, as the people kept talking. "But, may I ask what the problem is. I'm afraid I don't know this person you're all referring to."
"New guy huh." The man went eyeing Sebben. "Yeah...you're the guy running for position for GrimmFall's mayor. Aren't you."
"Yes." He might have helped with making the city, but that didn't mean he instantly would get the position of mayor just like that. He just needs to work hard and show the people that he's a man they can trust. Just because the future says he will be mayor, doesn't mean he will just sit around doing nothing. To become mayor, he won't rely on just visions, but his own power. "Now, about this man."
"Ah, right." The guy then rubbed his forehead. "Like Walters said, the guy he's talking about is a genius. His tech is astounding, and heck, I heard he started out as some orphan and yet now makes loads of money. Here, just look for yourself."
Sebben then received the man's laptop, thanking him before he checked the information.
"Dr...Ivo Robotnik." The profile showed the man's accomplishments and deeds. A very impressive amount to having a high IQ and had made countless profits off his machines. All of which showed grand potential. However, Sebben then stopped when he saw a picture. One he recognized.
"...Him."
"Nobody cares!" A man in a black outfit belittling an official from the military.
"Hahahaha!" GrimmFall falling to numerous machines.
This was him. The very same man that caused all these incidents in the future. GrimmFall falling to him.
'And yet, I can do nothing about it.' It wasn't as if everyone knew his ability to see the future. Only a select few knew from him telling them, and those who just knew through other means. As such, while he wanted to get this man off the recommendation of lead investigator, he had no evidence or backing to say otherwise. Worse with the fact that while this Robotnik fellow has done rather questionable things, he has never broken the law...At least when people were watching.
All Sebben could do was just plan and think on what to do to prepare against him. Tell his closest allies of what is to come and how to prevent the future tragedy he saw. But first things first. 'Let's see what Dexter knows about him.'
The military arrived at the origin of the terrorist attack they have dubbed 'The Pulse'. They had investigated the town known as Green Hills, and discovered no suspicion among the people. Most likely the culprit came outside of the town and set up the super EMP here since it was such an ordinary town.
"No Huntsmen either. Heck, not even Grimm." Strange actually. But ignoring that, they found the spot of the Pulse's origin. A baseball field. The track marks on it were unnatural and people wearing safety gear were looking over it. The entire area shut off to civilians while the men did their work.
Whoever caused this attack must have been a genius.
"Sir." Bennington turned around, meeting his fellow soldier.
"Yes. What is it? You guys found something?" He asked.
"Not much sir. Only that whoever did this didn't use Dust. yet we're not finding any technology or the sorts. Some theorize it might be a Semblance." The man reported what the scientists found, which was really a big fat nothing.
"A semblance. How ridiculous." Semblance can be tough, some even outright powerful. But to affect something over eight-hundred miles and so, impossible. Bennington himself had no aura or semblance, but learned about them. Knowing full well the power to cause such a disaster like this, the person would sooner lose their aura long before they even hit one mile.
Some people had lots of aura, but it wasn't infinite.
"Just, tell our scientist to try their best." Bennington told the soldier who nodded and left. Bennington then sighed, wondering if maybe the government and by extension, should have even bothered going here. Heck, the government wasn't even doing this technically, but relying on some doctor person that was hired. Times like this made the officer wonder what was the point of the government if the people only relied on Huntsmen and Heroes?
Of course before the man could continue such thoughts, a large horn sounded where suddenly a big truck came with other black vehicles. The red eye in the center of the truck looking disturbingly like a Grimm. Seems the help has arrived.
The truck soon came to a stop, and opened up. A small mechanical staircase showing where from it a man came out. He is an average sized man with dark brown hair, peach skin, brown eyes and a mustache. His hair was usually combed back, and his mustache was usually thin and dark brown with handlebar curls at the ends. For attire, he was seen wearing a black trench coat, black trousers, black shoes, black gloves and black sunglasses.
Dr. Robotnik. One of the world's greatest scientific minds stepping down and onto the grass of the baseball field. The man snorting as he stepped down, where behind him another young man with black hair and brown eyes. He bears visible facial hair. For attire, he is seen wearing a black jacket, black shirt and a black tie. This was Agent Stone, his assistant.
Robotnik then smirked as he walked toward Bennington. "Who's in charge here?" He then called out.
Bennington then stood and answered, "That's me. I'm-"
"Nope." Robotnik said.
"I am-"
"Wrong." He interrupted again.
"I-"
"I'm in charge." The scientist insisted. Bennington looking annoyed.
"Listen you-" Once again he was interrupted as Robotnik just raised a simple finger.
"Hold that thought." He then turned his head for no reason and began speaking. "Zz-zz-In a squarley ranked hierarchy based on level of critical importance, the disparity between us is to vast to quantify."
He spoke fast yet clean. The major is unable to understand it all though. Robotnik then just walking off leaving his assistant to deal with the underdeveloped man.
"The doctor thinks you're basic." He says clearly.
"Alright, listen pal. I don't know if you reali-" Bennington-annoyingly-then got interrupted again.
"I'm sorry major," Robotnik turned around waving his hands irritated. "What was your name?"
"Benni-"
"Nobody cares!" The doctor belittles the major of the military. Robotnik then walking up to this military stooge, faking a weeping voice much to the majors growing headache. All while pushing a few buttons stealthily on his gloves where suddenly the top of his truck opened up numerous slits where certain machines could be seen.
Robotnik then walked to Bennington, mocking him. "Listen. Major Nobody Cares." He then circled the man who just barely held his restraint on punching the doctor. "You know why nobody cares? Because nobody cares for you or your lackeys feeble accomplishments. The government as always, being useless to the point where they need my genius."
The machines on his trucks began glowing.
"You fools can't do anything without a Huntsman or Huntress. Nobody cares if your mommy is proud you can read the third grade level." Robotnik continued to mock the man further. Everybody nearby is angry at this so-called help. Before anyone can do anything however, suddenly people turned hearing a hovering noise.
"Ah. My babies!" Robotnik said with a satisfied smile as from his truck came his beautiful machines.
Small white egg-shaped drones which floated easily thanks to his hover tech, having a red eye scanner and other mods on them. All of them floating above Robotnik as he had his back toward them and raised his arm in approval.
"Look at what I pulled out of the egg sack." He joked as he then turned to point at them. His fingers pushing the small buttons on his gloves. "You know what I love about machines? They do what they're told." He explained with joy. "They follow they're programming, they don't get time off or drunk like insufficient losers like you." He insulted the military.
Robotnik, then pointed at Bennington. "And you do as you're told. Go over there and sit in your own abyss. And watch my machines do your jobs." Begrudgingly...Bennington did so. Once done, Robotnik went back to work. His hands finishing the final touches on his programming.
"Can you feel it Stone?" Robotnik asked with his assistant nodding.
"I can feel it doctor."
"This is evolution Stone." He then gripped his hands grinning. "It's evolution!" His numerous drones then went off to do their job perfectly. The good doctor then began walking back to the truck, knowing what to do.
Oh no, oh no, oh no, oh no!
Sonic knew what was happening. Something bad. Very bad.
His hopes that nobody would notice his little...boom, was off course by a lot.
"I-I have to get out of here!" were his first words when he saw the drones, then minutes later, a bunch of scary looking dudes in uniforms and their sharp toothed dogs. Seeing that made Sonic realize he messed up big time.
To think all of this was because he played a bit of baseball, got upset, and lightning came out of his butt! Yeah, he needed to leave now.
He used his speed to rush back to his little cave, where he knew what he needed to do. "Okay-okay, earth isn't safe anymore. Time for Plan B."
Sonic then ran all over, getting stuff he felt was essential. Some food, water, comics, scented candles, and so on. A few things sadly, he couldn't take. Like the beanbag chair sadly. His mind muling over what was actually needed but was too panicked to think entirely properly. Then he realized what he really needed.
"The rings!" The small bag that held the limited amount of rings that can take him anywhere across the universe or even multiverse. From that weird gem-looking place with lots of ladies, that dead looking metal planet, Mushroom Planet, or even some universe where he once saw four girls in red, black, whitish blue, and yellow kicking Grimm butt with a shattered moon in the sky.
Yeah...he found that place by accident.
"Alright then." He then declared getting ready to use the rings. "Time to go." Then, just a second later, he heard the sound of hovering and a shadow pass by him. "Oh no, they're here!" He yelped as he then realized he couldn't do it here. "I have to go somewhere else." With his little backpack on, he got off and began walking out the entrance.
Then stopped, as he looked over the very place he has lived in for these past ten years. It may have been lonely, but this had been his home. Protecting him from Grimm, weather, and dirty animals. Having made it himself over the course of many years. With a sorrowful look, Sonic just said one last thing.
"Good-bye cave." Then left knowing this was it.
"So this is it huh." Stag-Man, a wanted faunus said as he overlooked Green Hill. A human town. No faunus or mobians in sight. A growl entering his lips as he felt that maybe there's a reason none of the latter was here. Already believing this town wasn't meant for his people.
"Sir." He then turned to see another Satry member with him.
"What is it?" He asked, getting straight to the point.
"It's humans. Drones. They're all over the place." Yes, he already knew that. It also made him confident that the power that caused that electrical short out yesterday night was here after all. It was easy gathering information from such loose lips. These pathetic humans didn't even know when to stop talking.
"Keep an eye out for anything suspicious." He then told his men. "If you see the humans going near you, leave them. We don't want them aware of our presence. And make certain to not reveal yourselves carelessly. I know most of you aren't as used to the outdoors as I am."
If anything they were bad at it. Stag-Man seeing their wasted moving when climbing and not hydrating properly. The same said for these military men who clearly didn't know what to look for. Just stumbling around with a few tripping.
He however, saw what he needed.
Stag-Man had no aura, no semblance. Many would say that was dumb, silly. After all, who wouldn't want such a power to help them out. He called those people ignorant fools.
While not many believed it, a good bundle including the Huntsmen and heroes though those without aura and semblance were weak, or at the least not capable. Did those very people show their capability of surviving months in the forest without food and water like he did? Can they take hits without relying on aura like him? While he knew aura is useful, Stag-Man is a firm believer that one who doesn't rely on aura can be strong without it.
Like that human with the chainsaw for a hand. While he despised the man's race and his targets, he could respect that he did all his accomplishments without aura. Like him, he took down many Huntsmen and Huntresses despite the power of the soul. Using the great wilderness to his advantage.
'Now that I think about. Wasn't there another man who is like me? What was his name? All I know is that he uses poison a lot and targets companies that destroy the great wilderness.' Last he heard, that man had a massive bounty on him. He enjoyed that this poison user protected nature, and killed those humans.
Stag-Man then shook his head, realizing he must focus on his mission. He then began using his observation skills to look down at the ground. He bent down and touched the ground. It felt...soft.
'Someone has been running through here recently. A lot.' His nose smelled some kind of scent here. An animal, one which frequented this area and many other parts of this forest a lot. It was like the smell was all over the place.
He also noticed many snapped branches and twigs that were bent. Like someone was running and broke them along the way. Seeing small tracks that were long gone but just faintly around. Interestingly enough however, his biggest clue came to a nearby stone. It had something on it, something not human.
Touching it, he then closed his eyes. Imagining what it could be.
A foot. A small one. Not human at all.
"Mobian." With a grin, Stag-Man then looked up and observed the forest.
Snap.
His head turned with great speed. Thanks to that, even if only for a moment, he saw something. A blue light that vanished as quickly as it came. Stag-Man was getting somewhere now. He then began walking, already getting a good idea where this figure was going. The town of Green Hill.
Outside the town, miles away, an unusual group was coming to Green Hill. Why is it unusual, well it's simple.
Because a small but sizable army of Grimm was walking to the town. From it, a Seer was leading it. Observing the area.
'Interesting. I can't sense any Grimm here at all.' Every area sans a few had Grimm, no matter how few. Yet this town, despite having no defenses and only a few police men, it somehow had not a single Grimm around. A complete blank spot. Interesting how such an ordinary town had no Grimm. Unless...someone was here defending them from it.
This was getting surprisingly interesting.
Sammael loved it.
So we see the forces of others getting involved already. Not isn't that a blast. Plus, how'd you like that cameo.