A/N: Second part of this fic, which is epic.
Warning: Throughout this fic Cat will be constantly borderline racist and a bit posh. Stop reading if you hate stereotypes.
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Cats Have Nine Lives
Robin opened his eyes and saw the Ops room filled with people he didn't recognise. He tried to move his arms, and found they were bound to the floor by a solid piece of metal.
Starfire, sitting next to him in the same situation, vainly tried to break or bend the metal, but had little effect.
Suddenly, a large bucket of water was emptied over all of the comatose Titans' heads.
"Oh, you're already awake. Sorry." the waterbearer giggled into her hand.
"Oh, Reverb, just wake them up and let's get this over with." the grey-cloaked girl said, in a strong English accent. She wore blocky white body armour over her chest, arms and knees, and flaunted flared combat trousers and Splinter Cell-esque three-eyed goggles. Her blonde hair was tied in a simple ponytail.
"Reverb" stood up and carelessly dropped the bucket on the floor.
Robin examined the girl with his typical exquisite detail.
She was not over five foot eleven, and wore a sleek, futuristic-looking navy blue armour, with large speakers mounted in her gauntlets, boots, and there were two even larger ones mounted on her shoulders. Her wrists had numerous sliders and dials reminiscent of those on a DJ's console, along with bars of LEDs across her shouderguards and on her outer thighs. On her white belt there was that strange Omega symbol again, and four buttons (rewind, pause, play, fast forward) which glowed purple. Her full face helmet had two aerials on the left and right sides, and the thin white visor extended a little down where her nose would have been.
She turned around. "Blades, Flare, they're ready for you!" she called over to the five other people in the room, and two of them, one male, one female, walked over.
The man walked with longer strides and heavier footfalls, as if he was made of something incredibly heavy. He kept his head facing straight forward, like a soldier on parade, and his mouth was turned in a grimace.
He wore a black suit which looked like it was made of living material; it appeared grown rather than made. With long spiked shoulderpads and clawed gauntlets, boots and greaves, his armour seemed to shift and grow with every movement he made. His black helmet covered his hair and his eyes were masked by a blue visor, and scratchy stubble reached over his chin.
The girl, on the other hand, was wearing a yellow and red high-collared boiler suit with the arms cut out and a plunging neckline. Tall black gloves which reached up to her elbows curiously had the palms and fingertips cut out. A black harness held a large orange tank (proudly stating "DANGER: HOT" in white capitals), from which tubes snaked out to feed into the transparent oxygen mask she wore. Her boots, also black, had large wedge heels and small orange bulges on the side.
Her hair hung free, but it was a remarkable shade of crimson which as it flowed, looked a little like it was a raging fire.
"Meet Blades and Flareup!" Reverb said brightly, pointing to each in turn. "They're actually really nice, except Blades, who's a bit of a downer on everything, but you'll just love them. Really."
Blades held up his right hand and the same shiny metal which currently held the Titans captive flowed down his arm and shaped itself into a wicked-looking blade. He swirled it around impressively then scraped it along the ground menacingly.
"Screw the broody shit, Blades." Flareup said, then launched herself at Raven.
"TALK! Where's the Cat? Where is he?" she yelled, her beautiful green eyes lighting up orange and her hair physically bursting into flame. Raven recoiled from the intense heat.
"There's a dead person we found in a crop duster, he's buried outside, if he's this cat...?" she said hurriedly, as the flames got closer to her. Flareup immediately smiled, her hair went out and her eyes returned to normal.
"That wasn't so hard, was it? Blades, put the knife away and let them up."
Blades growled and the metal making up both his blade and the impromptu handcuffs sliding back up his body into his chest area, where it disappeared.
The Titans warily stood up.
Blades wordlessly took off towards the doors. The rest followed, Robin questioning constantly how he knew where to go.
The ten of them stood around the grave.
"Well, he would have liked the gravestone, at least." Flareup commented quietly.
"I'm digging him up." Blades said abruptly, already forming a shovel and starting to dig.
"What? Are you insane?" Beast Boy squawked.
"Probably." the grim faced man said, digging deeper into the hole.
The shovel hit the wood of a coffin, and Blades scraped the remaining soil off the lid, before wrenching it off and throwing it aside.
"Cat" lay there, eyes shut in that irrevocably peaceful slumber of death.
The girl in the grey cloak pushed Blades out of the way and bent down over the body.
"Yep," the grey-cloaked girl said, moving the dead pilot's head from left to right carefully, "he's dead as a doornail."
Blades hmphed. "Electron. Zap him."
The mousy-haired teenager in the lightning bolt-covered suit rubbed his hands together, then snapped his fingers, causing two large balls of electricity to spark into being in his palms.
He held his hands out towards the pilot and the electricity jumped across into his chest.
The pilot sat bolt upright and then opened his eyes. He swallowed a few times.
"Oh, you're all here." he said, noticing the audience to his resurrection. The Titans were all staring open-mouthed.
He looked down. "Ooh. Legs. Yeess. That's a good sign."
Putting a hand over his head, he muttered "I can buy a fez." and pulled himself out of the pit.
"Cat, you okay?" Grey-cloaked girl said in a businesslike tone.
"Positively splendid, Silhouette darling." he said, cracking his broken neck back into the correct position. "Now, I trust you didn't hurt the Titans too much?"
Cyborg raised his hand. "Uh, we're right here, y'all."
"Cat" span on his heel to face him. "Right. Yes you are. Right. We have to talk. Properly. Before you get the wrong idea. Again."
"So why did you fly a dead guy here in a plane then infiltrate the Tower and take us all out anyway?" Beast Boy said confusedly, when they were all seated around the conference table.
"We wanted your attention, of course!" Reverb said melodiously. "How else were we to get your help?"
"You could have just asked." Raven pointed out.
"That's no fun."
"Can you at least introduce yourselves?" Robin tried.
"Certainly. I am the Cat." Cat said with a flourish. "Indestructible feline half breed of death and poker."
He pointed at the monosyllabic man.
"This is Blades, my clone-brother-person, the man made of living vanadium-titanium alloy. Not a good man to aggravate, because he will hound you till the end of time."
"Silhouette. The darling British invisible girl." Cat gestured to Grey-Cloak.
"Our one and only human sound amplifier with a dubstep fixation, Reverb."
"Electron, a walking light socket with eleven hard science PhDs and a brain the size of the moon."
Robin suddenly noticed Electron was lacking a right arm, and used a mechanical one in its place. He was currently tapping with his animatronic digits at a holographic screen projected from his bulky left gauntlet. His shoulderpads sat snugly over both his arms, and his chest was armoured with a single bluish metal plate, linked with his belt and hip armour by two lightning bolts. His boots had what appeared to be hoverjets installed in them, judging by the way he floated around the room, poking at various computer systems.
Cat put a small flash drive Electron handed him into the computer and projecting a larger version of the Omega symbol on all of their belts, shoulders or chestplates onto the large screen. At this large size, all of the Titans could clearly see it was comprised of an S, a backwards S, and a small triangle in the middle of the two.
"We are the Scarlet Strikers, superpowered mercenaries to the rich, idiotic and philanthropic. And we need your help with something. Something big. Amazingly big."
A/N: Musics! Themes I used for writing these OCs:
Cat - "Smooth Operator" by Sade
Blades - "Calling" by Strung Out
Flareup - "Tigerlily" by La Roux
Reverb - "Revive" by enV
Electron - "Danger Zone" by Kenny Loggins
Silhouette - "Don't Tell Me That It's Over" by Amy Macdonald
Have a listen and see what you think. I like to think the Strikers' demeanor reflects their song. What about you?