Hey guys, Megatronus here, I want you guys to know that I really appreciate all of you. Honestly. Now I've been talking about writing a Worm story for a little while now and I want you to know that this might be a little different than what I usually write…. Sike we all know I can't stop writing OP characters lol. Difference is there is more than one here and we are in Brockton. I've been taking my time with this one, put a lot of thought into it ya know? Lets just hope the hard work paid off and you guys like it.

Disclaimer: If you readily identify it, I do not own it.


A tall African-American teen walked down the hallway of an office building. As he walked he nodded his head at the various guards stationed at the windows with rifles, his chin length red tipped locs swinging lightly from the motion. A red headband rested atop his forehead, keeping his hair out of his light brown eyes as he bobbed his head to the music playing through his headphones. "~Fuck bitches, Get money~" He pulled his phone out of his slightly baggy black cargo pants before turning his music down as he approached the door at the end of the hall. It had dark brown wood with a circle of eleven bright red blood drops on the center of the door. On each side of the door was a guard in uniform, each toting a heavily customized FN-Scar L variant

He stopped to look at the guns before asking, his voice holding an aggressive lilt to it "The old man tinkering away again huh boys?"

The guards just smirked before they snapped to attention to salute him. Each guard had a blood red handkerchief in the front pocket of their black riot gear. The one on the left opened the door to allow the teen into the dark room, as he did he noticed an immediate difference to the warmer hallway as he could see his breath in the air, he rubbed his arms, suddenly wishing he wore more than his black tank top.

He looked up at the High Table taking note that all but one of the eleven seats were filled, that eleventh seat filled him with a sense of hopefully anxiety. Was this it? Was he finally being called to take his place? He had worked so hard, done things the other members of the Organization had dreamed of accomplishing. Oakland was theirs and he was finally about to sit beside his-

"Bazz are you listening to me?" A deep,sinister voice rang out (Tony Todd's Candyman) the voice came from the center of the high table.

'Bazz' snapped out his thoughts and smirked cockily "Sorry bout that Chief, I was just reminiscing about when you let me let loose on the 60s a few weeks ago." a quick lie but the boss didn't need to know that. He remembered blowing up a group of gang bangers harassing one of the kids on their turf. Bazz may or may not have decided that was cause for those guys to lose the ability to walk for a few months, nothing major.

"Are you sure this is a good idea First? Listen to him! He's a fighting maniac he might blow the entire city up if we send him out. Have you lost your damn mind!?" A soft femine voice spoke up, gradually raising in volume until she was almost screaming. This voice came from the far left of the table. Bazz glared up at her, about to let her know what a real maniac he was, a snarl forming on his face as he prepared to argue with her, despite not knowing what was going on. Before he could though, the first voice rang out again.

"Have care… how you speak to Him Seventh, or I will personally train you for a day!" The room grew quiet as you could see the Seventh pale and go silent, shaking softly in her seat. "Bazz I have a mission for you… complete it and you will ascend and take your place at my side, fail… and you shall remain as you are. A gatekeeper to the larger part of The Organization." Bazz closed his eyes, before snapping them open, a savage determination alight in them that wasn't present before.

"What's the job boss?" he asked, ready for another gang to put down or a new PRT faction trying to muscle in on their territory. He was not prepared for what he was told next however.

"We have decided that it is time to branch out and expand The Organization you will take a force of 300 foot soldiers and your personal team across the country, Third will prepare transport and gear for you. Your mission is to prepare a City for our arrival, you will have 1 year to accomplish this goal. Your methods will be your own, report in every 2 weeks to keep up appraised of the situation. Have fun and do try not to destroy the city you choose. Go forth and prosper… Nuke."


After that meeting he left the room back out the same door he came in and raced down the hallway, pulling his phone out along the way opening the group chat and rapidly texting his friends.

Nuke: guys we got a mission, a big one this time

Juggernaut is typing

Juggernaut: What's the play this time, somebody from the west end on bullshit again?

Queen is typing

Queen: Nuke this better be something important, Me and Dre got a date tonight!

KingMaker is typing

KingMaker: He's going to tell us we're leaving Oakland, maybe for good. Am I right Bazz?

Nuke is typing

Nuke: fucking Thinker bullshit yea you right, Jay gave me the greenlight to go out of state to basically go take over a new city, any ideas where ww should go?

Nuke: WE damnit, fuckin phone.

Queen is typing

Queen: Slow ass, but where the hell we going?

Nuke is typing

Nuke: when we all meet up we'll check a few maps, I want a challenge!

KingMaker is typing

KingMaker: we should go to the East Coast…. Something big is going on.

Juggernaut is typing

Juggernaut: wherever you go Bazz, I'll follow

Queen is typing

Queen: Damn right

KingMaker is typing

KingMaker: lets do this

Bazz put his phone away, a smirk coloring his lips at his team's readiness to get to work. He slowed his pace down to a slow stride as he reached The Organizations tech room. As he walked up to the door he stopped at the safety features Third had put in place. A large disc descended from the ceiling to float above his head and scanned him, before a robotic voice rang out from the microphone on the right side of the door

"Bazzick Barrow, Leader of The Fist and Vanguard of The Organization, you are authorized to take equipment from this sacred room. Your mission will likely require heavy weaponry and a cunning mind. Do you swear to uphold our values and commit yourself to the cause?"

Bazz closed his eyes scowling at the acknowledgment of his full name before taking a deep breathe and responding harshly "Of fucking course I do… I won't and never have let First down. I won't start now, let me in the damn room!" as he said this he slammed his fist into the wall beside him, slightly shifting the wristband with the stylized J on it. 'First' ,the head of their little enterprise, also wore a wristband with a stylized B on it, but he also had a D on it as well.

The voice spoke again, this time an undercurrent of pride could be heard as the doors opened "Of course you want, come on in kid… I got some new toys for your little gang to test out wherever you go. First would kill me if something happened because you had improper equipment." A nervous laugh sounded out after that but they both knew deep down though.

First would absolutely destroy Third if Bazz failed his mission or worse, got captured by those PRT dogs.

The doors slid open and he walked into the tech room, looking around at the holograms of items that included weapons, vehicles, and even a few suits of power armor. Bazz's eyes settled on the vehicle hologram that stood out the most to him and he walked up to it with a shit eating grin on his face "This is gonna be so damn fun!"


A week had passed since Bazz was assigned his mission, and he had been busy getting his gang and the soldiers under his command ready for the trip. As he watched the soldiers get the Tinker Tech jets (picture the troop transports from the Mandalorian) ready for takeoff, he heard a sensual but soft voice singing behind him and he turned around a smile adorning his face hearing his friend sing. "~Killing me softly, with his song~" said singing was coming from a beautiful, short, brown skinned girl with a poofy afro on her head, this was Trinity, aka Queen. She stood at 5'3 and had the thick girl next door look down pat. She was the healer of the group and as such chose the codename Queen for a white queen reference.

She tilted her head, closed her amber eyes and smiled. Her perfect ivory teeth just highlighted her beauty and he just shook his head before looking at the behemoth that stood slightly behind Trinity. A 6'6 mountain of dark skin muscle, Andre 'Juggernaut' Robinson was the Brute of the group, able to tank gunfire and punch through walls like wet paper.

He had a short fade atop his head with a red tear drop under his left dark brown eye. Andre or Dre for short, was his best friend and his second in command in this mission.

Finally bringing up the rear was the Thinker and Tinker of the group, Jamia. 5'9, light skinned black girl with long curly hair, green eyes covered by Cartier sunglasses and a resting bitch face. KingMaker was her codename because of how she basically built up their group after Bazz earned the leadership role.

This was The Fist, his gang of capes that 'First' sent out when he wanted a job done, and considering the task he was asking it was only right that they were sent out.

Bazz walked to the intercom and grabbed the mic next to the console and camera on the wall, his team falling into step behind him as he prepared to address his soldiers. He took a deep breath to focus himself and pressed the button on the console beside him, his face appeared on the large screens beside the hanger doors "We are the Vanguard, We are the ones who will infiltrate and conquer! If they resist they will be put down like the dogs they are, but if they welcome us they will receive a standard of living they have never received before! Soldiers, are you with me?"

Bazz's voice was calm in the beginning, but gradually rose in volume until he was almost shouting, a fierce look overtaking his face as his emotions rose.

In response to his question the men and women on the floor let out a loud roar of agreement, their faces equally as fierce as they got caught up in their commander's emotions. "Board the jets, we leave in 20 minutes, Brockton Bay won't know what hit it!" The soldiers started packing into the jets, fully prepared for the mission that lay before them. Bazz disconnected the mic and camera before turning to his team.

"How'd I do guys?" he asked, looking at Jamia specifically. She pursed her red glossed lips out and adjusted her glasses, tilting her head to the left with a thoughtful expression on her pretty face.

"They believe in you, but there are some in the crowd that question our age and ability to lead in a situation such as this. Bazzick, are you sure we are ready?" As she asked this she sashayed up to him in, her hips swaying and capturing his attention before she rubbed her hand across his jaw slowly, her nails trailing softly on his face.

He grabbed her hand and looked in her eyes and she knew immediately thanks to her powers. "First… entrusted us with this mission, we are the ones he has the most faith in. I have no doubt in my mind that we will succeed."

As he said that she smirked, a look on her face not unlike his own vicious grin that he adopts in fights, and let out a giggle before her face returned to its previous mean girl look.

"Lets go fuck up Brockton then… Nuke." As she said this Juggernaut and Queen came to stand beside them.

Brockton wouldn't know what hit it.


Preview of the Future

Oni Lee teleported to the top of a store, desperately trying to escape the Demon that was chasing him. All he wanted to do was fuck up a few houses in empire territory only to rushed by what looked like the damn military.

He managed to handle them but before he could kill any of them he heard explosions in the sky above, he looked up only to see and hear a loud smoke cloud with what looked like an angry black kid in the front of it. He teleported away only to see his clone get blasted into oblivion by an explosive haymaker.

That was five minutes ago and he had been teleporting away since.

"Where the fuck do you think your bitch ass is going fuckboy?" an aggressive voice asked from behind him. Oni Lee twirled around quickly, shocked to see that the boy had caught up to him so fast. Dressed in black and red combat boots, dark gray cargo pants and a black dry fit T-shirt with a red bleeding heart on it, was the new group in town's star Cape… Nuke.

Nuke's hands were up in a signature boxing stance, glowing bright orange with explosive power. A savage smirk decorated his face as he spoke the words that struck fear in Oni Lee's heart.

"I got a message to send to this shithole, it's about to be under new management." Nuke walked towards Oni Lee, Smirk still in place.


So I decided to write a worm fic, thanks to Champ constantly texting me and shooting me ideas at the most RANDOM parts of the day lol, that's my Dawg tho so I had to give him a Character to be fully invested in.

This fic will be about a new gang coming to take over Brockton Bay, backed by the mysterious High Table commanded by the threatening figure that is Known by First. Sent to Brockton, Nuke will do whatever it takes to get what he thinks he deserves, his place by First's side.

Hope you guys like this short intro, if I get an adequate little fanbase for this i'll drop a 5k word chapter sometime in July

Megatronus Out.