The atmosphere was thick, almost as thick as the food. A great spoonful of gruel-like risotto was spatted upon the plate of The Killer Moth as he trundled in the long line of prisoners of Outer Jump City Prison. All the nasties of Jump City were penned up within its high concrete walls and barb-wired fences. Their every need catered by the helping hand of a policeman and jail warden. But as luxurious as this was, along with good company and adequate, if not confined lodgings, some people just couldn't wait to get out…
Killer Moth was a criminal mastermind; yes, but nonetheless, as many others of his kind, he was caught; shifted away to this fortress of cement. Now he was a criminal in prison, a prisoner, a low down jail bird and…
"Dad you pig! You took the last jelly cup!" yells Kitten with her spoon thwacking his back; the masked moth quickly surrenders the desert.
"Sorry dear!" he says feebly, walking to his (Or rather their) usual table.
"Still being pushed around are we chum?" said Mumbo, the more recent return lodger. His moustache twitching to the smell of the gruel.
"Mind your own business blue face." she says and stuck out her tongue. Kitten was not like most of the others in the prison, for one she was the only girl, and two, she was one of the prisons most ferocious bullies. Mumbo backed off; he really didn't want another wedgie by her trained gorilla father.
"It has always puzzled me." says Control Freak, slopping down his mush and pointing his spoon at Killer Moth. His rounded figure more or less the same despite the lower calorie meals. "How come your girl is allowed to stay here anyhow? And why can you two still wear your masks?"
Mumbo and Killer moth exchange glances and shrug their shoulders. (I couldn't really think of a good explanation either so just bare with the story.)
"Anyway…" says Kitten and she crouches to a whisper. "Is everything ready?"
"Ready and set!" says Control freak smiling. "Do you have the recording?"
"Right to you!" says Mumbo, and he slides a parcel under the table. It hits Killer Moth in the shins.
"Ow!" says the moth, thinking it was his daughter, and quickly hands over a hidden jelly cup.
"Err… thanks anyway dad!" says Kitten. "Let's try to keep it down guys! We don't want any unwanted attention here!" A prison guard walks past, but doesn't see the parcel.
"Sorry about that, fellows!" whispers Mumbo, and he tries to kick the parcel to Control Freak. He kicks control Freak.
"I refuse to cry…" says the couch potato with a small tear.
"Egad you klutz!" exclaims Kitten, grinding his toe with her heel, and she just hands the parcel over the table while no one is looking. They all smile evilly… except Mumbo who is in pain…
…
"Heads up!" shouts Robin. Batman heeds it and ducks as two bird-arangs smack down two mobsters behind him. The Dark knight holds the leg of another kicking opponent to flip him to the ground.
Three thugs with clubs run at Robin; he goes for the middle one. With a strike as fast as sight, he hits him square on the nose, his clenched fist activating his extension rod that extends out to coat hanger the other two. He twirls it around in show as they try to get up, before finishing the three off in a circular sweep.
"Don't get too careless!" says Batman, and he uses his batarang to take out a rooftop gunner. A bat rope launches to save the man from hitting the ground. He is lowered safely, but quickly into a garbage crate.
"What do you mean by that?" remarks Robin as he stands over his catch. A thug sneaks up behind him, but gets the wrong end of his heel and crumples to the floor.
"Just checking. It's been a while. You may get in over your head if your not careful." replies the Bat, and he launches himself at the remaining ten or more gangsters. Most of them flee, and out of those who stayed, most of them were surrendering. The battle is short and the results are pleasing.
"I'm fine!" says Robin, retracting his staff to bring out hand cuffs. "It will take more than some trained gorillas to take me by surprise."
"Be careful what you wish for…" replies Batman, and he helps a man out of the trash. He turns round and recognises a face amongst the line-up. "If it isn't our old friend Reno Quatros!" he smiles. The green attired, moustached Italian tries to hide his face; his gold tooth shining as he frowned and sweated.
"Quatros? The human crime map? I didn't know he was still into this work?" says Robin, finishing the roundup. "We've caught him, like…"
"Twenty times?" says Batman, facing the mole of a criminal.
"Oh! Senior Batman. How nice to err see you again!" he says pathetically.
"What news from the grape vine Reno? I won't ask more than twice."
"Oh, senior. You have the wrong man!" he says shrugging. "I was just strolling down a 'like this alleyway when you came out biffing and baffing and MAMA MIA!" he whines as he's lifted off the ground.
"I don't ask three times Reno!"
The man wipes his brow. "Have mercy please. If they find out, they'll have a 'my head (Throw me). I couldn't possibly say anything without risking my, a 'neck (Throw me). Just put me, a 'back in the locker. It ain't so bad, it's a nice a 'place, eh (Throw me)?"
Batman courteously throws him away from the other gangsters and into the garbage crate. While Robin keeps an eye on the prisoners, Batman goes over to Reno to retrieve a small paper of writing from the mole.
"How a' long do you think eh?" says Reno pleadingly as he is helped back up.
"Two years…"
"But senior…!"
"With this," he holds up the paper. "Six months."
"Bene!" sighs Reno and the police cars soon arrive. "You'll never break me you bat person!" he changes to a yell. "I won't a' talk, d' ya here me! Never!" and the police come to escort him away struggling.
The officers tip their hat to the two superheroes; their jobs had been quite hectic over the past few weeks without them. As the bunch is loaded up, Robin sighs.
"It's sad how little time these guys have to do now." he says. "They could have easily killed someone, many are repeat offenders, and yet, under good behaviour, they can be out in a fraction of the time…"
"You know how it is with crime as high as it is here." says Batman. "The jails can't hold them all… but it's good to give them a better chance. Not all of them go back."
"That's true." says Robin. Many criminals who faced and were defeated by Batman once, hardly dared to come back for a second time, often becoming model citizens with families of their own. But still, there were some…
"Batman! Robin!" says Commissioner Gordon, after supervising the cleanup. "Any leads so far?"
"I'm afraid not much." replies the Dark Avenger, and he looks at the paper again. "From a 'source', the Penguin, Riddler and Twoface are teaming up. The Penguin will be at his new 'business' headquarters. Though this is from a 'reliable' source, I doubt it will provide much ground for a charge. Do we have anything on him?"
"Nothing Batman. Oswald is a slippery customer. All the gangs he hires don't talk when we nab them, and those that do, say they work for the Riddler or Twoface. We don't get anywhere with the search warrants either."
"This would explain the Riddler's signal and the bomb from Twoface yesterday." points out Robin. "How do you think the Penguin's involved?"
"Riddler and Twoface are probably too unstable to work together." says Batman. "The Penguin is probably the brains as usual, as well as the financer from what I hear. Keeping them as a team long enough to get me, before they start strangling each other."
"We have won over alliances like this before Batman. Remember to call me if anything else should turn up." says Gordon, returning to his car. "You know how to call me."
"You know how to call us." says Robin. They wave as the police head off into the early morning.
…
"Are you sure you don't want to accompany us friend Cyborg?" says Starfire as Beastboy and Raven help her out of the mansion in her wheelchair.
"I'm sure." says Cyborg. "Someone needs to keep an eye on the Titan Signal as well as Silkie here!" and he pats the little grub.
"Silkie really does not need that much maintenance in the short time that we will be absent."
"I'm not having you ride down the stairs or eat yourself to fatness in boredom again Star. Just get thee gone and have a good time! I'm counting on you two to watch out for her!" he says to Beastboy and Raven.
"You can count on us CY!" says Beastboy with his 3D goggles for a movie. His vision warped, he trips over a pavement. "Whoops!"
"I'm REALLY counting on you Raven!" sighs Cyborg.
"I'm making no promises…" says Raven and she leads them on towards the shopping centre.
…
Cyborg closes the door and jumps for joy. Finally he could have a bit of peaceful relaxation, without Beastboy getting bashed, Raven destroying stuff or Starfire making life really difficult. All he needed to do is feed Silkie breakfast, have his own breakfast; then he could go and start fixing things and… um… doing whatever else he does without the hassling responsibility of the others.
"Finally, a bit of time for myself!" he sighs; then his eyes pop up. "DON'T DRINK FROM THERE! Gross! Oh man! No! NO! Don't press the FLUUUSH! NOOOOO!" and he quickly sprints over with plunger in hand.
…
It was the jail soccer match, with the East side fighting the West side. Kitten was the sole cheerleader with the others in the game. Though they really didn't like these games, this was part of their plan. None was so more worried than the out of shape Control Freak, who was sweating, panting and wheezing.
"He hasn't even blown the whistle yet you wimp!" says Mumbo. "We need you to be in top condition for the plan!"
"But why me?" moans the fat man. "I'm going to die out here!" and he scans the field of tough players, most of whom are envisioning how well Control Freak can bounce when kicked.
"You're the one who built the machine." says Killer Moth, stretching. "So if anything should go wrong up there, you're the only one who can fix it! We may never get another chance!"
"But it's so high!" moans Control Freak (Who I shall call CtrlF from now on to save space) looking at the two storey lavatory building "What if the ball doesn't even get up there?"
"Just leave that to me!" smiles Mumbo with a small plastic spoon in his hand.
The whistle blows and the game starts…
…
"I have to admit, that was pretty shrewd!"
"Waaargh!" squawks the Penguin startled at his office desk. The Catwoman takes his abandoned seat.
"Thankyou!" she smiles in the swivel chair. The Penguin isn't too amused.
"How did you get in here?" he menaces, shaking his umbrella in annoyance.
"Your air vent was open, so I crawled right in. But let's get to the facts; what is in this for me?"
"Aha!" smiles the Penguin hopefully. He tries to stealthily drag his sushi tray away, but the Catwoman helps herself. "So you want to reconsider joining our team up?"
"Considering, Penguin, considering. I just want to know if it's worth it first. That's how I work." and she munches on the seaweed wrapped snacks.
"Ahem." the Penguin clears his throat. "I'd say you'd get a share in my priceless Van Froth collection."
"The artist of bird fanatics?" she says, raising an eyebrow. "Is that all?"
"I happen to like birds!" says the Penguin, trying not to seem hungry. "Besides; the main reward is finally defeating the Batman."
"That's why I'm not joining!" points out Catwoman. "Don't get me wrong. He is annoying from time to time, but saving people isn't all that bad; in fact it's good. And getting rid of him isn't really a motivator for a burglar like as Me." and she finishes the sushi.
The Penguin grumbles. "So are you done?" he says, tapping his foot.
"Another pointer before I leave." she says, making sure he doesn't blast her with the umbrella. "Don't get too cocky that you're the only sane member of your little league Oswald. Nigma is a lost cause and Dent really lives to his name. I know that you plan to turn them against each other so you end up on top in the end."
The Penguin smiles. "They were going to do it anyway!" he shrugs.
"You don't seem too concerned that I may spill the beans?"
"Hah! They don't trust you anymore than I. They probably know that I'll take advantage of their scuffle, but they still think they can cope. But believe me; I am in no danger!"
"Adios!" says Catwoman, jumping out the window, before the Penguin can fire his electro net umbrella. She escapes to the streets below. She had what she wanted.
He observes that a few papers have been nabbed from his desk… he frowns… he has an idea… then he smiles.
…
"So we'll meet back here in two hours okay Star?" says Beastboy, all of them in there casual disguises.
"It shall be friends Raven and Beastboy. Have a good motion picture." and she wheels off to the Budget Department Store.
"I can't believe I'm doing this!" mumbles Raven with her movie ticket wilting in her hand. Her hooded jacket, knee high belted boots and short skirt as black as outer space.
"Come on Rae! The 'Attack of the Killer Killers' is rated 5 stars on the 'IckyFrogface' magazine ratings." says Beastboy with 3D goggles ready. He wore an alien costume to go with his green skin. Sort of like a 'Star Trod' fan.
"Like I said… Just remember you promised not to tell anyone I cried yesterday!" says Raven with a glare. Cyborg and Starfire, though they heard her slam the door, did not hear the wails she let out; thankfully.
"Sure, sure!" says Beastboy looking around and getting dizzy. "Everything's so weird and demented!"
"Sound's like someone I know." says Raven, rolling her eyes and they make to the cinema with as much distance between them. Beastboy walks into a bench.
…
Usually, the Titans had most of their grocery delivered to save appearing in public, which may alarm people or get them mugged by gangs or fans. Starfire wore her large brimmed hat again and sunglasses. She rolled through the isles with her shopping list. Since she had arrived on earth, she had only shopped for leisure rather than necessity. She thought it may be a bit enlightening to see how these department stores worked.
Soon she had gathered all the items on the list (often having to ask passers by to pass down items; 'very nice people' she thought), all but one item that she reserved for last… mustard.
And there it was; the bottle of yellow liquid like mush in the centre of the isle, the sole survivor of a result of sales prices. She wheeled over to the start of the isle when she noticed another figure at the other end.
An old granny with her weekend outfit sat in her motorised wheelchair at the other end. She glances at the mustard, then at Starfire. Starfire does likewise… it's a standoff. A plastic bag blows past in the breeze of the air-conditioning…
Starfire clenches her wheels with determination, shuffling a bit in her seat. The lady gnashes her false teeth and quivers her hand on her control panel. Her glasses are fogged up by the tension. Starfire taps on the wheels by her sides like a gunman to his holsters. The atmosphere is tense. A store clerk runs past to avoid the collision.
"YEAAAAAAAAAH!" cries out the old lady, her chair lurching forward, her wrinkles flying back in the turbulence of the astounding 4km/h speed.
"TAMAARAAAN!" cries out Starfire, rolling off to meet her opponent.
Matrix shot of the granny just getting to the mustard before Starfire, wheelchairs swerving from collision and past each other, fractions of a centimetre apart. Cans trembling from the low turbulence.
"Ha-ha you young whipper snapper! VICTORY!" laughs the lady and zooms off to the register with her prize, almost barging over a clerk.
"NOOOO!" cries Starfire. She had to admit, her speed wasn't all that impressive. She started to mope.
"Um… miss?" says the Clerk, with a crate of fresh mustard bottles.
"Great Jubilations! Thankyou! Thankyou! Thankyou!" she exclaims and grabs four large bottles before making for the counter in a laugh of triumph, hugging the bottles. "It is now MINE! MINE My OWN! MY precious! Hahaha!"
The clerk scratches his head, before Starfire zips back to take the rest of the mustard. He speaks in his crackly teenage voice.
"Mr. Stewart sir? Can we talk about my raise?"
…
"How come we're still playing huh?" says Kitten angrily to the three players. Mumbo is wheezing away and CtrlF is on his back and in pain. The other players laugh. "This was meant to be a cover story for our escape! Where's our escape?"
"We would be making progress IF, your dad wasn't so competitive!" says Mumbo frowning.
"Sorry!" mumbles Killer Moth, who is juggling the ball. "Got caught in the spirit of things!"
"Just make sure I get the ball next time!" says Mumbo.
"But you're so slow!"
"The PLAN dad! Not the game! THE PLAN!" says Kitten, hitting him with a pom-pom.
"JUST PLEASE KILL ME NOW!" groans CtrlF on the ground.
"We're almost there man! Almost there!" says Mumbo. The whistle blows again.
…
Raven watched Beastboy enjoying the movie. It was a lot better than watching the movie in more reasons than one.
It was hard to understand the mind of someone who seemed so deranged, but she believed that he was really trying to cheer her up; despite the fact he hogged the popcorn and acted like an idiot. She envied his ability of emotions, so happy and content with his life. If only she could dig up these emotions… let them loose… then… she had an idea…
Beastboy gets scared by the movie and throws his popcorn on Raven's head… she gets another idea… she belts him with her ice tea…
…
Starfire went out from the store to be confronted by a very weird spectacle. A person, a kid in a strange potato resembling suite was being eyed by the crowd of shoppers. On one side he had a large gun of a sort which attached to a large barrel on his back.
"HAHAHA!" he said in an evil acting voice. "I am The Potato! I have come to avenge vegetable kind by destroying the peace and tranquillity of this supermarket!" his pointy nose and evil shaped wide eyes gave him a very sinister look, which was completely blown by his potato outfit. "None shall escape my wrath! NONE! HAHAHA!"
"Why are you threatening peace and tranquillity Fresco Kafka?" asks Starfire confused at this strange 'super villain'.
"Egad! How do you know my name? Who divulged my secret?" he says shocked and annoyed. Starfire points out his employee badge on his costume. He frowns. "Who cares? You will still feel my awesome power! SPUD CANNON!" and he fires at the crowd.
Earthy potatoes get shot from the double barrelled blaster, pelting the onlookers with the vegetable at high speed; revealing that it was not an act as many had thought.
"Ow! Ow! You lunatic! That hurts! Ow!" they all say running for cover. The security is not quite sure how to combat this fiend, reluctant to open fire on the disturbed kid. So they just wait for him to run out of ammo. A stray potato hits and sways a large plaque on the wall, the huge marble slab coming down to wreck a show car. Fresco screamed out as the slab started to sway towards him in crushing weight.
Starfire comes to the rescue, wheeling in to snatch him away in the nick of time and he falls to the ground. Constricted by his costume, Fresco rolls on his back and acts like a tortoise. The security rushes in.
"You haven't seen the last of me wheelchair girl!" he snarls at Starfire.
"How rude!" she says rather fed up with the weird mean person.
He presses a button on his gun, and he is ejected from his suite in amazing speed, and smack into the marble slab head first. The security helps him away and Starfire congratulates herself on a job well done, before disappearing to avoid publicity.
"Robin will be so proud!" she smiles to herself.
…
Killer Moth kicks the ball to CtrlF, and it's time to start the party! The fat prisoner gives it the best kick he has, and it hits him in the face…
Using his plastic spoon, Mumbo in the side lines conjures enough power to get the ball flying over the lavatory building. All the prisoners groan as the ball sits still on the roof.
"I guess I'll have to get it." says CtrlF. But he is still quivering at the height of the two storey building. As the rule went; you kick it, you get it.
"You'll take all day!" groans a rather large inmate and pushes CtrlF down. "I'll do it!"
Kitten acts quickly and uses the refreshment barrel to knock him down and out with a swift sledgehammer movement. The other prisoners back down and Kitten just shrugs to the guards who tick her off on the solitary confinement list.
"Get going!" says Kitten with clenched teeth and glaring eyes. CtrlF scuttles up the ladder. The guard in the control tower keeps an eye on his slow progress.
Reaching the top in what seems like ages, he takes a short breather before taking out the strange radar device as the other prisoners start to throw things at him. He sets up the dish under his large body, away from the tower guard, and switches it on. He throws the ball down and gives a wink to the others… it had begun at last!
…
Starfire, Beastboy and Raven were coming to the house when they heard distinct yelling from inside. The rush in as fast as they can…
"THIS IS NOT RIGHT!" screams out Cyborg in terror. "This is so, oh! Eww! So gross! Nasty, nasty, NASTY!" and they observe Silkie sucking on his hand.
"Oh!" says Starfire smiling. "You are bonding! How nice!"
"He's trying TO EAT ME!" struggles Cyborg. Beastboy manages to pull off Silkie.
"What muscle power! He's pretty strong for such a little guy!" says Beastboy, wiping his brow. The phone rings and Starfire answers.
"Robin! How nice to hear your vocal sounds… We just came back from the supermarket… yes I did thankyou…"
"All I did was spill a tiny bit of his food and he goes for the hand!" complains Cyborg, wiping his hand on a towel.
"You just have to be a bit more careful!" points out Beastboy, and he handles a spoonful to Silkie. Delighted Silkie bounds at the serving and knocks it onto Cyborg's head. "Whoops!"
"Oh no!" says Cyborg and the grub lunges at him.
"Well friend Raven and Beastboy went to see a movie…" continues Starfire, as Beastboy tries to help Cyborg to pry the grub off his head. "I went shopping and raced an old lady to a mustard bottle… why do you sound so odd?"
"THIS IS NOT NICE!" comes the muffled screams of Cyborg. "THIS IS SO WRONG! MAN! WORDS CANNOT DESCRIBE THE HORROR! OH SWEET SUGAR! YOU DO NOT WANT TO SEE WHAT I CAN SEE IN HERE! OH MAN THAT'S… THIS IS HORRIBLE!"
"Just hold in there Cy!" says Beastboy and gets the plunger on him.
"Well, then I met with this strange young person called Fresco Kafka… he's a super villain called the potato" says Starfire, watching Silkie finally popping from Cyborg's cranium. "… Do not laugh! He crushed and destroyed a good motor vehicle automobile and I had to save him from getting squashed flattened under a heavy rock falling… yes… yes he did have a large gun in operation… why?"
"At least things can't get any worse eh CY!" says Beastboy, handing Silkie's food in a bottle. Cyborg wipes the drool off his face.
"Oh friend Cyborg, Robin wants to speak with you. He sounds upset?" says Starfire.
"Oh good grief!" says Cyborg, and he prepares himself for a telling off…
"Hey! Where's Raven?" says Beastboy in the pandemonium, wandering if he could cheer her up. But she was already shut up in her room… preparing to do something truly extraordinary…
…
"AAARGH!" cries out the tower guard as some sort of huge moth bashes into him. Soon a whole cohort of the creatures flies into the prison area in the coming of night. Attracted by the radar that Control Freak had set up, they come to the amplified frequency of their master. Soon they completely surround the soccer pitch, lining the walls with moth fur. (Cue in the Ewok rescue music from Return of The Jedi)
"Masks!" shouts out Kitten, and the four slip on concealed gas filters as the moths suddenly come hurtling down.
Chaos and confusion reigns when the masses fly down upon the terror stricken inhabitants. With long tongues of icky-ness, they swooped on their prey and proceeded to eat their sweat. (Not lethal, but quite disgusting all the same) Yellow goo and sticky hairs covered the unfortunate humans.
"Fly! Yes fly! Fly my pretties! Hahaha!" shouts Killer Moth in triumph.
As each moth hit someone, a huge cloud of hair and moth scales went into the air, causing confusion and mayhem. The guards not being able to open fire their stun weapons in fear of hitting each other and the prisoners start punching at anything that moves. Three forms disappear in the confusion and soon end up outside the prison gates, which were opened to vent out the moth dust.
"Ha! That'll show them!" says Mumbo as they hightail it into the darkness.
"This isn't fair!" moans Control Freak in his best sprint he could pull off.
"No one messes with the fabulous four! HAHA!" says Kitten, and they sweep a corner and hide as police cars zoom past. "Nothing can stop us! We shall never be defeated! We are unstoppable! Invincible! Untouchable! We shall never be separated! We shall…"
"Hey! We left your Dad behind!" points out Mumbo in alarm.
…
Back in the prison, Killer moth is trapped under the massive combined weight of his creations. The security in a circle around him with feet tapping as the dust dies down.
"Oh drats!" he says drearily and he breaks off into laughing as the moths begin to tickle him.
…
"Oh well!" shrugs Kitten. "From NOW ON we shall never be split! For we are all combined under one driving purpose…"
"One great and evilly divine goal…" says Mumbo, rubbing his hands.
"To finish the Titans once and for all!" wheezes Control Freak in evil conclusion. He faints into a dustbin…
…
Robin sighed in his luxury bedroom. Sleep was important in this line of work. But he couldn't help feeling a little concerned for Starfire. Whatever Cyborg considered as responsible didn't really seem like it to him. He just hoped next time he called; Starfire wouldn't have ridden down a spiral stairway or battled any criminals with her legs still in casts! Robin sighed…
…
Beastboy wandered what he could do to try and help Raven. The only thing the movie seemed to do was to prove that throwing popcorn isn't good for your health.
"Maybe if I could help her in her plants?" he thinks, remembering how she was devoted to the garden. But his skill with plants wasn't that impressive. He knew lots about animals because of his experience, but plants were a whole new frontier.
He looked at the pile of gardening books and decided that there must be an easier way. He had often tried to morph into plants before, but he had always been unsuccessful; usually turning into a stick insect. But with added motivation, he tried again tonight. Trying to learn all he can to help out his friend.
First try; nothing. He tried harder; nothing. Harder still and yet still nothing. Then, like a change in the wind, something did change…
He felt his cells changing, from his toes to his hairs on his head. His muscles tingled and his bones felt funny. But despite this, the spasm soon died down. Nothing seemed to change; hands, feet, head and skin. He was still Beastboy…
"Well, it was worth a shot!" he sighs and yawns. He curls up in his bed and starts to dream; dreaming of what it might be like to be a tree? In his dreams and in the night… changes were occurring…
Things will certainly get more interesting!
Bad guy Profile
Number 3
Name: Lucius M. Sigma
Alias: The Lord of Time
Height: 7"0'
Series: The Lancer
Intelligence: Business and World Domination
Data:
Lucius Sigma is the tycoon behind the great Sigma tech. industry. He came across the AI wrist with Chroma from its previous owner. Using the time travelling technology of Chroma, he went to the future in order to steal technology, technology that keeps him ahead of his biggest rival Victor Stone of CY. Tech. Though he wasn't too ambitious back then, the influence of Chroma has led him to envision a new world of order, with him in ultimate, unlimited and virtually immortal control. With Chroma's aid, he hoped to increase his power over time warps by the use of the Ultimate Hex program, which was inadvertently transferred to The Lancer on its debut, preventing Chroma's ability of time manipulation. Sigma is desperately trying to get the program back to complete his plan.
Not only being intelligently shrewd, rich and influential, Sigma has also undergone many changes to his body due to the enhancements of Chroma's Biotechnology. He has also grafted a special port into his neck, allowing him to access technology by merely standing near it. The results of his enhancements increased his height, build, strength, reactions, speed and endurance to superhuman levels (He can break walls and jump 4 meters from standing position). He also has the ability to regenerate from injuries as The Lancer does. Because of this, and their AI symbionts, they are equally matched opponents.