I'm sorry about how long this took to come out, I'm not entirely happy with it, so any suggestions are welcome and I hope everyone enjoys it!

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"Is it finished?"

Powerloader looked up from where he'd been staring at the result of nine hours of intricate work. His tired eyes noted that Aizawa was walking towards him, two cups of coffee in his hands, "I hope both of those are for me." he grunted.

Aizawa set both cups down in front of him, "I have my juice pouches." he said plainly, looking at the completed LIghtsaber that now sat on the table. It was a bit rough, with a thick band of metal keeping it together in the middle; "were you able to purify the crystal?"

"I think?" Powerloader hummed, picking the lightsaber up to look over it once more, "you were right about asking Mandalay about potential PSyonic quirks. She knew of two. One was only able to tell me this crystal was nothing but the worst of human emotions, anger, hate, pain. All wrapped up in a nice little red crystal, she was physically sick just walking into the room. The other…four hours of focusing on the crystal and he was able to change the red color to a yellow, then he had an aneurysm."

"Is he okay?" Aizawa asked worriedly.

"He'll live, but he's currently in a medically induced coma, inside a sensory deprivation tank until further notice until he himself contacts someone; guess what he saw in that crystal was bad." he handed the lightsaber over to Aizawa, who activated it, staring in wonder at the golden yellow blade. "Now you have a weapon to match Ronins." Powerloader said, sipping his coffee, "you'll need to train with it."

"And I'll need to work with All Might in confronting him." Aizawa continued, turning the lightsaber off and clipping it to his belt, "lightsaber or no, All-Might should be strong enough to stop him."

"We can only hope." Powerloader sighed as the bell rang through the intercoms, "don't you have a trip to get to?"

Aizawa grunted, "I'll come by after we get back from the USJ, you have a good day Powerloader."

"You as well Erasure!"

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Columns of smoke rose into the sky. A flaming star destroyer slowly fell, crashing towards the ocean as he pushed himself to his knees, his vision blurry. His hands slick with blood.

Someone was standing over him, a hooded figure. A green blade in hand.

"I'm sorry, Ronin."

The blade came down

Ronin woke up to Hana knocking on his door, "Ronin! You said you'd show me how to pilot your speeder bike today!" she whined on the other side of the metal.

Ronin sighed and ran his hand over his face, "I"ll be out in a moment," he called, "patience is a virtue padawan."

"Yeah, yeah." Hana griped as she walked away.

Ronin rolled his eyes as he dressed, the girl had come far in the few months she'd been with him. He smiled as he realized he hadn't heard the tell-tale tinkling of her bells today, usually he'd hear two or three, but only two days after he'd set that task for her and she was already beginning to show excellent progress with it.

His smile fell as he realized what that meant. Her control was coming along fast. And soon their path's would diverge. Even now he could see the threads of fate through the force bringing them closer and closer to a fork in the road. Individually he knew they'd have to decide how things would continue. He, of course, knew what he had to do, he was already set on a path he could not stray from, the slight deviation that was Hana wouldn't distract him from his destiny. Nor could he allow her to be dragged along with him; he had no illusion that what he was doing was noble. He was the necessary evil. The rabid guard dog the handlers let loose when there were too many wolves. When he was done thinning the pack and bringing balance his end would come.

And now he knew his end would come by a green blade.

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Aizawa felt cold chills running up his spine as Thirteen was explaining what the USJ was all about. His hand unconsciously went around the lightsaber as the lights flickered above them.

"Aizawa sensei! What's that?"

Yaoyorozu's cry had Aizawa running to the edge of the stairs, his eyes widening at the portal opening up in the plaza, dozens of villains pouring out of it. Behind them a gargantuan monster followed, its sharp beak cracking open to reveal jagged teeth that complemented its dead eyes and exposed brain. Alongside it came a pale blue haired man with severed hands holding onto his arms and covering his face.

But what plunged Aizawa's heart into ice water was the two black robed figures, the taller of the two wore an angular black helmet with a slitted, red visor. The shorter one held what looked like a short staff, his skin a harsh red, and a pair of thick horns sticking out of his temples.

"Those guy's…'

Aizawa glanced back at Kirishima, who was shaking in fear as he too stared down at the dark figures, "they remind me of Ronin."

"Everyone fall back!" Aizawa shouted as his hand came up and hit the SOS button on the communicator Ronin gave him, "Kaminari! Try and contact the school! Thirteen! Get the class out! I'll hold them off!"

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Ronin nodded as Hana carefully flew them through the trees, the speeder bike roaring as they went. "You're a natural." he complimented her.

"Thanks!" she chirped, "I've been wanting to ride this since you showed it to me!"

A high beep cut off whatever Ronin was going to say in return as he looked at his watch, "an SOS from Aizawa?" he muttered, he reached around Hana and took control of the speeder, "Sorry kid, we're taking a detour." with a rev of the engines the speeder bike suddenly took off faster than before. Spinning a complete 180 to take them back towards the ship as Ronin answered the communicator. "Aizawa, what's-"

"Sith at the School! Aizawa shouted into the communicator, "The USJ! We-" the connection suddenly broke off.

"Aizawa? Aizawa!" Ronin growled in frustration as they reached the ship, "Jump!" he commanded, launching himself towards the ramp with Hana right behind him, the speeder slowing to a stop near a small copse of trees, "you will stay in the ship when we reach our destination." he instructed her as he punched a few buttons, makin the ramp fold up, closing the exit tight before he was striding through the halls.

"I'm fighting." she declared defiantly.

"You're not ready for this fight." he retorted.

"I can't just do nothing!" she argued hotly.

Ronin groaned as they reached the cockpit, "Fine, you'll do what you can to help the students if they're still on the premises, otherwise you will stay. Put."

"Yes sir!" she cheered as he brought the ship to life, quickly lifting off and into the sky without another moment's notice.

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He watched beside the large puppet as the dark man jumped between villains, easily dispatching them and sowing chaos amongst their ranks, his eyes narrowed at a familiar piece of tech on his belt.

"The students should be scattered by now…you sure your men are up for the task?" the blue haired man asked him, scratching absentmindedly at his neck.

"They will do their duty." he droned, looking up at the dome that stretched overhead, "come little Ronin, before I get bored."

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Jirou hid behind boulders with Yaomomo as over a dozen men in white plastic armor came marching up the rocky terrain of the mountain zone; spread out in a typical search pattern, their guns at the ready as they conversed in staticky voices.

"Be careful, Shigaraki said their quirks are unknown."

"Real weird, superpowers like this."

"Nothing can phase you after having to deal with the Inquisitors-"

"-stow the talk! I'm picking up life signs up ahead!"

"shit-" Jirou cursed a second before what looked like energy shots began slamming into the boulder they were hiding behind, Momo jumped out and threw a grenade, the round ball exploding on contact with the ground and dousing the closest troopers in a sticky pink goo.

"Heartbeat distortion!" Jirou exclaimed as her jacks plugged into her boots and she blasted the troopers with a sonic wave, the ones trapped cried out in pain from being so close. The others seemed to hit buttons on their helmets before opening fire once more, Jirou was saved from their counter attack as Yaoyorozu jumped in front of her with a white riot shield, "ceramics," she explained as the shots failed to penetrate, "We need to-"

"HELP!" Kaminari shouted as he suddenly stumbled into the clearing, several other troopers behind him, he stumbled as he was forced to dodge new blasts from the troopers already in the clearing.

'Perfect-KAMINARI! THIS SHIELD IS NON-CONDUCTIVE!" Momo shouted as she created another one, shielding her other side as Kaminari caught on to what she was saying.

"Indiscriminate shock! 1.-AGH!" Kaminari cried out as a blaster bolt slammed into his shoulder, sending him tumbling to the ground.

"Kaminari!" Jirou screamed, going to run towards the boy, only to be pulled back to safety as troopers renewed their assault.

"I.3…million…volts…" Kaminari grounded out as his entire body sparked before the entire area was bathed in electricity, the troopers all cried out in pain as they were fried.

"Kaminari!" Jirou cried out again as the maelstrom ended, she quickly ran to her friend, who was groaning as he rolled over, holding his shoulder.

"What was that." he groaned as she looked at the wound, wincing at the blood sluggishly bleeding out between burnt flesh.

"Laser weapons?" Momo asked, picking one up and looking at it before shaking her head and running over to Kaminari, a med kit in her hands.

"We can't stay here long, no telling how many of those Bucket Heads are around." Jirou said as she helped patch up Kaminari.

"And no telling how long these men will stay down." Momo agreed, helping get Kaminari to his feet, "lets go."

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Kirishima cried out in pain as he forced himself to keep his quirk up as red hot blaster bolts slammed into his frame, eight men in plastic-looking armor had been waiting for them when they'd been dropped into the ruins, their staticky voices yelling orders at each other.

"Keep firing! Don't let up!" one called.

"His quirk's tough but he can't keep it up forever!"

"DIE!" Bakugo snarled as he came flying in, a powerful explosion sending four flying and forcing the others to fall back.

"Another contact! Blast him!" one with a red pauldron on his shoulder ordered the remainder, his hand coming up to hit a button on the side of his helmet, "send in reinforcements!"

"RAAAAGH!" Kirishima roared as he ran forward, red streaks of static sparking off his frame as he lashed out with a punch, cracking armor and sending three of the men flying as another ten came over the rubble.

"There he is! Blast him!"

Kirishima darted away before the blasters could hit him, reappearing behind the red pauldron wearing trooper and delivering a harsh round kick that sent him bouncing down the piles of rubble. Relocating as Bakugo came flying back in, landing in the middle of them and unleashing withering explosions that sent men flying with pain filled shrieks.

Soon the area was clear, Bakugo glaring down at the groaning men in armor, "who the fuck are these guys?"

"No idea, but we gotta get going!" Kirishima said urgently, "we're the reason everyone got scattered! We gotta get back to the front!"

"Go on then." Bakugo snapped, "i'm gonna go kill that warp bastard!"

"Are you kidding me!?" Kirishima asked incredulously, anger rising in him, "we couldn't do jack last time!"

"Think, you idiot! He's their ride out of here, if we take him out then they won't be able to get away! And if we don't get him off the board, then it won't matter if we regroup! We'll just be right back where we started! Besides," He whirled around and grabbed an invisible villain on the wall, blasting him with a medium-level explosion that forced him into unconsciousness, "If these are the small fries everyone's facing, then they should be fine."

Kirishima stared at him for a bit before grinning, "wow Bakugo, I don't think i've ever heard you sound so calm and rational."

"FUCK YOU! I'M ALWAYS LIKE THIS!" he roared back, making Kirishima laugh.

"There it is…but I'll back your play." he said resolutely, "lets go."

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Ojiro panted as he darted between smoke-filled alley-ways and burning streets, hiding behind burnt out cars as he heard booted feet run after him.

"Where'd he go?"

"Sensors are useless in all this fire, keep your eyes open."

With a grunt Ojiro jumped over the car, his tail slamming into the helmet of a white armored trooper, sending him crashing into the side of a building as he whirled around and brought his leg down on the others shoulder, eliciting a sharp cry of pain from the man as his shoulder dislocated, a moment later he was unconscious as Ojiro's tail whipped back around.

And then he was on the run once more, disappearing into the smoke as more troopers ran around the corner.

"No one goes off alone!" their leader ordered, "three men to a squad at minimum, find him!"

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Swam as fast as she could through the water, the ship had sank a few moments ago, and Mineta had been thrown to safety by their wolf-like classmate, his shaggy gray fur soaked with water as he stood on the very tip of the underwater ship, sharp claws and powerful kicks kept villains at bay, "Tsu! Get to the shore!" he shouted as he took a powerful leap towards where Mineta was furiously throwing his orbs at a few villains who had tried to follow him onto the concrete, several were stuck to the ground or each other; but the small purple pervert was slowly being overwhelmed.

Tsuyu dove gathering speed as she shot back up and out of the water, landing on a villain that had gotten within arms reach of Mineta, "i'm surprised you're still alive." she told him blandly.

"Why are you so mean!" he cried, shrieking as a shark villain came flying out of the water, teeth ready to bite into the cowering midget, only for their wolfish friend to appear once more, a powerful sidekick sending the shark skidding across the water. "We make our stand here!" he snarled as he landed, taking a powerful stance as he howled.

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Aizawa huffed as he took out the last of the villains, coming to a stop as he found that none of the leaders of this attack had moved, he eyed the sith warily, slowly unclipping the lightsaber from his side.

"You know who we are…good." the larger one said. Taking a step forward.

"No one said you can be party leader." Shigaraki grumbled, but made no move to do anything else.

"Where is Ronin?" he asked, "answer, and I may spare your life."

"Don't know, he doesn't exactly give us a forwarding address." Aizawa retorted, making the sith chuckle.

"I sense you know more than you're telling." he sneered, reaching behind his back to pull what looked like a disc off his back, the rings folded together and the Sith ignited a red lightsaber, "perhaps you will be more talkative after i've removed your limbs."

Aizawa ignited the lightsaber, frowning at the weight but shaking his head, he couldn't worry about that.

"A yellow blade? A guardian?" the sith wondered allowed, lightsaber coming up in a mockery of a salute before he lunged forward, "Defend yourself! Guardian!" he roared.

Aizawa's blade met his with a hissing crackle, Aizawa jumped back, the lightsaber in his hand hanging low as he charged, their blades meeting over and over as Aizawa struggled to keep the heavy weapon up and in the fight, "Ronin never told you about lightsabers did he?" The Sith sneered, easily dodging Aizawa's slow strikes, "if you're not tuned to your crystal, then you will not be able to wield it effectively, you are unbalanced." with a grunt he swung his lightsaber and smashed Aizawa's out of his hand, the man stumbling back just in time to evade a downward slash, he threw the end of his scarf out, wrapping it around his opponents lightsaber hilt and-with a harsh pull-disarmed his opponent.

And then an invisible force wrapped around his neck, hauling him into the air.

"You have heart, Guardian," he sneered, his lightsaber flying back into his hand. Igniting as the rings folded out once more, the blades spinning around the circumference as he strode closer to the choking Aizawa, "now die!"

The dome above them blasted apart as a ship burst through metal and glass, forcing the sith to drop the now gasping hero as he shielded his eyes; a ramp opening up at the bottom where Ronin and another figure were waiting, the larger and darker of the two leapt towards the center, landing in front of Aizawa as he ignited his lightsaber, "this one's under my protection." Ronin droned, tensing at the familiar man across from him.

"Finally, the fourteenth brother." The Sith sneered as his partner stepped forward to his side, "you've caused a lot of trouble for our master, Ronin, and for that, you will be culled."

Ronin held a hand out, Aizawas yellow lightsaber flying into his hand, the yellow blade extending as he fell into a stance, "you may try, brother." With that, Ronin charged.