Warning: This story contains excessive swearing, mild cases of extreme violence, and terrible references to dank memes. Be advised.

"Alright, Scarlet, you're going to sweep through this section of the compound, staying out of sight until you reach Carter."

Scarlet swept her hand through the holographic map that lay on the table. "How is that supposed to help?"

"This is so easy, why is it so hard to understand? You go in the vents here, sweep through the sector and highlight hostiles, and avoid detection until you find Carter."

Scarlet pushed her hip out and rested a hand on it. "And...how am I supposed to do that?"

Aionion left the two to bicker as he brushed past Dantos and pushed a hidden panel in and to the side, settling into place with a quaint click.

The panel slid to the side smoothly, revealing its contents to the occupants of the room. His rifle was racked along the wall to the left and Dantos's weapons were racked on the wall directly in front of him. Scarlet's axe and knife were in her bag. Along the wall to his right were hundreds of cartridges and their ammunition. He slung his rifle around his shoulder and moved away from the hidden storage cupboard.

Dantos smiled innocently before voicing a question he'd never thought of. "Hey Aionion, if you're genderless, what gender do you consider yourself as?"

Aionion ignored the question. "Go make sure Nebula knows his place in this plan. I will take care of Scarlet until then."

Dantos nodded and left the room with unsatisfied curiosity. Aionion turned to face Scarlet who was still in shock about her current situation. "Grab your bag and meet me downstairs."

Scarlet snatched her bag up from the floor and rifled through it, ensuring that nothing was missing. She didn't trust Nebula enough not to. She was rather shocked when she found a new ax and knife, along with a hand sized box. Her new weapons had a rather polished look to them when compared to the weapons she'd previously had. Settling her weapons down on a nearby table, she looked up to Aionion with the box in her hands.

"What's this for?"

Aionion shrugged nonchalantly. "A gift, maybe?"

Scarlet ripped open the small box in an excited frenzy. Aionion focused on her face as she pulled the gift from its box; watching as her face brightened immediately upon opening it. Reverently holding it in the palm of her hand, the cool black stained metal of the small handgun glistened in the light.

Aionion reached into the box and removed a matching silencer. Pressing it into her hand, he stood and turned for the door. He had just crossed the threshold of the door when she called him back.

"Thank you. This is one of the nicest things someone has given me."

Aionion awkwardly nodded before extracting himself from the situation. Dantos was waiting for him just outside of the room with Nebula. "So you ducked out early..."

Aionion blinked at him before replying. "And I thought I sent you to take care of Nebula."

Dantos smiled wickedly. "Already done."

"He's right there."

Nebula pushed himself off the wall. "Actually, the original Nebula is off taking a well deserved vacation."

"So what are you then?"

"Not sure. IS there a correct term for breaking off and forming a less rigid body that is linked to the originals consciousness?"

Dantos put on sunglasses he had in his pocket for just this occasion before smashing his elbow through the Nebula copy's chest, causing it to shatter into pieces that then crumbled into nothing. "Yeah, dead."

"Are you done?"

Dantos replied deflatedly. "Not yet.. Scarlet, you done posing in front of that mirror yet?!"

Scarlet stepped out of the room with a dark flush to her cheeks. Dantos looked at her skeptically before turning to Aionion. "You really think it's necessary to just throw her into this life and see if she sinks or swims?"

"Be glad we don't have to introduce her to the Red Room yet. Will you be running over-watch or do I need to personally oversee her?"

Scarlet indignantly screeched at the two. Dantos smirked before bringing a list of names on a sheet. "An employer of mine needs some people removed. Just a milk run, nothing serious."

Aionion briefly pondered on the difference between their milk run and others. Dantos slid the list back into the pockets of his cloak that Aionion still had not found. He'd even stolen the cloak to see how that worked.

Dantos jovially waved behind his back as he turned the corner. "See ya!"

Scarlet heaved a sigh of reluctance before asking a question. "What does he need to go get milk for?"

Aionion lied straight to her face to preserve what little innocence she'd have after this assassination. "We haven't been to this place in a while, so I'm sure it's spoiled. Ready to go?"

Scarlet blew out a breath before steeling herself. "I'm ready."

Aionion turned away from her, striding to a set of stairs close by. Scarlet blindly followed Aionion to the garage. "Choose."

He'd said it on the stairs, so Scarlet had no idea just how massive the garage would be. It was at least twice the size of the one back in Vale. Vehicles of every size and shape covered the floor - some in disrepair - and Scarlet doubted some would even work.

Scarlet recognized some, like the modified ship and the Phantom, but most were unidentifiable to her. She, unsurprisingly, chose a bright red bike close to the front of the room. She had good taste though. It was a bike he'd built specifically for her.

The tires were completely enclosed, and the smooth design emphasized speed. The front rose shallowly over the middle, providing some protection while not reducing visibility. He'd forgone lights and instead put in two hidden barrels of that could fire ten rounds in under two seconds. The steering was phenomenal if he didn't say so himself and the tires were pushed out to the front and back, allowing the bike to completely rotate. It was as high tech as one could get.

Scarlet slid easily into the seat and just enjoyed the feel of how perfect the bike fit to her. "It's like this thing was made for me..."

Aionion appeared from nowhere, riding the silent super-bike. "That's because it was. I built that bike just for you. When you wait for missions to come to you, you tend to have spare time. And in your spare time after today, I will show you how to repair that bike."

Scarlet jumped at the sudden appearance. Aionion and Dantos did it merely because it entertained them. Scarlet followed after him once she settled on the bike. "Monty, Aionion. Stop doing that!"

Scarlet and Aionion were crouched on the low roof building that Carter's operation revolved around. The sun had just begun to rise, casting long dark shadows across the building that Aionion and Scarlet took advantage of. Scarlet was resting against a wall, attempting to breath calmly.

Scarlet was nearing her breaking point. Her breathing was hitching at random intervals and she seemed to avoid looking at the gaping maw that her entrance had become. "I don't know if I can do this...What if I mess up? What if they're waiting for me?"

Aionion pushed her closer to the vent with a stony expression. "I will take care of any guards nearby, just call them out to me and you focus on Carter."

Scarlet scooted closer to the vent and sat on the edge. Aionion watched stone-faced as she took a deep breath, pushed off the ledge, then disappeared into the darkness.

Scarlet fell for what seemed like eternity. It dragged on forever than suddenly she was in the open air. Having not braced herself, she slammed into the floor, costing her a chunk of her aura.

The shock of hitting the floor drug her from her downward spiral. 'I can do this… I can do this… I can't do this!'

Pushing herself off the floor, she rubbed the phantom pain from her ankle with her left hand while her right drew a rifle Aionion had given to her. She slunk around the corner, keeping an eye on a crate across from her. She dashed across the aisle, breathing a sigh of relief when she wasn't shot at immediately.

Hearing something hit the floor, she spun around the catch Aionion keeping someone from hitting the ground. Seeing the guards weapon lying on the ground shocked her back into motion. She scrambled up the crate, before quietly hissing at Aionion. "Did you kill him?!"

"He's unconscious. A corpse draws more attention than someone sleeping on the job."

Scarlet peeked over the crate before whispering down to Aionion. "I think I see Carter. Red hair, sunglasses, right?"

"Yes, just be careful about looking into his eyes. His semblance can temporarily put you into a trance."

Having warned her about his semblance, Aionion jumped onto a stack of crates, drawing everyone's attention away from Scarlet. "Carter, you know your men won't be able to stop me. Let's have a one on one contest to determine who leaves here alive!"

Scarlet could only stare in shock at him. Carter let out a bark of laughter while grabbing his chainsword off of the wooden box next to him. "I'll take that bet."

Carter revved his weapon before charging at Aionion, jumping into the air with a hearty laugh. Aionion jumped across to another stack, leaving behind a cooked grenade that discharged in front of Carter, scorching his clothes.

Scarlet was hyperventilating, being directly underneath Carter. Slowly she looked through the sights, lining up a shot before Carter leapt after Aionion again. Aionion took him head on this time, fending off the chainsword with his two smaller swords.

Carter jumped back, analyzing Aionion's defensive stance. 'He's stalling for time. That means he has someone else watching, ready to take me out.'

"Find the other one! Kill them if need be!"

Aionion leapt into motion, becoming a whirlwind of blades and sparks. Carter was parrying as well as he could, but still taking some hits to his aura. "Scarlet, now would be a good time!"

Scarlet had scaled another stack of crates, one large shipping crate higher than Aionion. Lying down with rifle in hands, she put the sights on Carter's chest. Her shaky hands squeezed onto the trigger, firing once.

She'd closed her eyes, only to open them again to Carter exhaling harshly before collapsing. Aionion stood in front of her, though her sight didn't need to be blocked. Her vision had tunneled, focusing only on Carter.

Tears welled up in her eyes but didn't fall. Aionion carried her out of the building, uninterrupted by the corpses blanketing the floor as they went.

5:07 PM, same day

Aionion looked up from his massive piles of paperwork that lay on his desk when Nebula entered the room, specifically missing most of his arms. "So, what happened this time."

It was less of a question and more of him beginning to fill out a damage report.

"Well uh, met this girl at a club, had a few shots with her, made a pass, and then another guy punched me for no reason."

Aionion wrote this down as: hit on girl, boyfriend punched Nebula in face. Damages...

"Was anything damaged or blown up in the resulting conflict?"

Nebula had the decency to at least turn away. "We may have, uh, caused a power surge…. to the whole city."

"And your arms?"

"He ripped them off."

Aionion's pen stopped scratching rapidly across the paper. "What."

Nebula waved it off nonchalantly. "Yeah, he just ripped them right off. Super strong guy."

"You do know that I can't even rip one off, even with the training I've done?"

"Is that a problem?"

"Did he say he'd be back?"

Precautionary methods had to be taken if so. If he was that physically strong, they might have to start ordering supplies to rebuild any lost walls or equipment.

"Yeah. I'm not too worried about it though. We can take him."

"And did he follow you here?"

Nebula's response was stopped by a well timed knock - on the wall across from them. Nebula, in his supreme idiocy, invited him in cordially. "Come on in! It's unlocked."

The wall smashed in and several of the pieces of rubble smashed into Nebula, removing his head from his shoulders with an ear-piercing, indignant squawk. "You bastard! Put my head back on right now."

Dantos chose that moment to walk into the room, then immediately turn around and call for Scarlet. "Hey Scarlet, time for class. Daddy's about to preach."

The massive mountain of man pushed his way through the breach and batted his weapon against his palm. "Alright! Where is he?"

"So it's just Nebula you want?"

"I want the cockhole from three hours ago. He ran off before we could finish."

"No, please don't Aionion! I have so much to live for!"

"Take him, bring back his pieces later."

"Alright? You're just gonna give him up?"

Dantos, ever so brightly, chose to speak back up. "No, no, no, no. WE are going to kick your ass. You do not come in here and make a mess just after I finished cleaning!"

"Did I upset you, you little house cleaning bitch?!"

Dantos pulled out his sickle and gestured threateningly at him. "That sounds like a challenge, asshole."

Scourge, as they later found out was his name, pointed what looked a cross between a baseball bat and a mace at Dantos's face. "It sure the hell is."

Aionion stepped into the holdup, bringing one of his short swords out from its sheath and placing the tip at his kidney. "Let's chill out before this gets too overkill."

Scarlet pointed her handgun at him, still shaky after this morning.

A peculiar person decided to step into the room after they settled into the hold off. "Uh, I know you guys are pretty busy, but uh, I have a date in an hour so could you hurry it up?"

Nebula began laughing; starting at a low chuckle then changing to a high eerie laugh. While laughing, he regenerated his arms, going through the entire transformation from crystal to flesh.

The awkward man who'd stepped through the hole drew two six-shooters from.. somewhere, and leveled them at Scarlet, the obvious weak link.

All was quiet for a moment while they all regarded who had who covered. Then Nebula began crumbling to pieces, each splitting off and forming their own Nebula. Soon the room was flooded with Nebulas and the two intruders were questioning their haste to fight.

Most of the Nebulas converged on Scarlet, providing what little protection their bodies could. As one they shouted. "Protect the lovely little lady!"

It was an odd battlecry, but it did the trick. Hundreds of Nebula fell upon the two intruders, splitting their attention indefinitely.

And even as the mountain swept through them like ants, more were spawned in then killed. He'd suffered several small cuts by now, but none were anything more than a nuisance.

The smaller man had stepped back out of the hole, limiting the rush to one at a time. A smart tactic, except the buffer had allowed them to bunch up at other exits, before they converged on him when he ran out of six shooters to empty.

To his credit, he held them off for a few minutes, diving around them and slashing with his large knife. The knife was knocked from his hand by a massive combo from all the Nebulas.

It was cheap, uncoordinated, and couldn't have worked any better. Some backed off from him, leaving five holding his arms, legs, and head in place. He hung limply, only held up by the Nebulas around him.

The crowd of Nebulas split and opened a path to what seemed like an executioner's desk. A single Nebula sat behind the desk made of Nebulas, staring down at him. He barked off a sneer of a reply. "Search him!"

They stripped off his cloak, revealing one more fully loaded revolver strapped to his chest. A Nebula confiscated it, spinning it playfully.

"You're punishment has been decided. Will you take execution, or beheading by blunt force?"

The man spat at him. "What kind of mock trial is this?!"

The crowd of Nebula's around him murmured angrily, before screaming out their thoughts. The one sitting at the desk, smashed his fist into it for a few seconds, demanding silence. "Order in my court! Make your choice now."

"I refuse to choose, asshole!"

The Nebula smacked his fist into the desk, silencing the angry shouts that rose up again. "Bring his weapon forward."

The Nebula residing as judge stepped down from his chair and strode towards him, picking the revolver up from the Nebula offering it to him.

He removed all but one bullet, spinning the barrel shut with a click. He placed the barrel to the executee's forehead and pulled the trigger.

The executee had shut his eyes and looked back up at his executioner when he realized he hadn't died.

The Nebula made a questioning noise before pulling the trigger again. The man, later identified as Dune, slumped in their arms as his body fell limply to the ground, landing with a soft thud.

Scourge flipped his weapon dramatically before punching Dantos in the face, stunning him. Aionion and the horde of Nebula's burst into action, attacking from every angle conceivable.

Scarlet flinched and fired off a wide shot, hitting the ceiling. Scourge swung his weapon wide, smashing through several Nebula at once, only for more to take their place.

Aionion stepped forward with Dantos, both swinging their weapons upwards, cleaving through the space Scourge had been occupying. Scourge swung back over his head, partially blocking Aionion but letting the Nebula's and Dantos hit him.

Dantos's sickle carved up his leg, biting deep into his vest before ripping it out. The Nebula's grabbed hold of his left arm, immobilizing it. Scourge sent a jolt of electricity through his left arm, paralyzing the Nebula's for a few seconds.

But a few seconds was all he needed. His arm ripped through, then backhanded the Nebula's, shattering them. Aionion slid his shoulder knife from its holster and rammed it into his shoulder joint, separating the bones and breaking through his collarbone. Consequently, Scourge roared in pain before his weapon slid out of his limp hand.

Scourge began forcing more electricity through his body, preparing for a last hurrah. Aionion dug the dagger in deeper, attempting to stop whatever he was planning. Scourge began grunting in pain before releasing all the energy at once in a wave, releasing a makeshift emp.

All the Nebula clones remaining shattered while Aionion and Dantos were thrown back into walls. Scarlet was forced into and through the door she was standing against.

Aionion and Dantos removed themselves from their personal craters in the walls before looking at the burnt, blackened corpse frozen in that struggling position forever. Dantos breathed a sigh of relief and settled back onto the rubble.

Nebula strode into the room, spinning a revolver around his finger before throwing it behind him carelessly. "Alright! So who's making breakfast tomorrow?"

Everyone present but Nebula groaned before slumping into their respective rubble piles.

(A/N) Sorry about how long that took, I was dealing with high school. Next chapter will be out eventually, and I'll try to get a lot of writing done over Christmas Break. I have several ideas for the next major arc, but I will need your opinions because you all are much more creative than I.