Izuku leaned back in his chair and sighed. Having to fill U.A.'s order, even with some recent additions to his warehouse's production line, was proving difficult. Having to balance the production numbers from it with the other orders still roliing in every day was just another part of it.
Creating the A.I.s, that was better left unsaid.
He had an easier time sinking factories and building his villain lab than managing all this.
Still he remained undeterred. He had a client with an order, and he was going to finish it. He had to slow down some of his future projects for this, but it will be worth it. Being in U.A.'s good graces, even though he doesn't care for heroics, would help keep him afloat incase his investors ever took a hit.
Then his phone pinged. Izuku pulled it out, watching as a stream of data flooded the device. Then he smiled, teeth edged out in an almost feral grin.
The Issues had found the Sapia Laboratory.
He had to hold back the urge to rise from his chair. It would be at least an hour and a half before his villain hours started, he still had work to do. Still, he smiled as a fire was lit in his eyes.
He leaned back at his desk and started typing out code. Shifting his already present A.I. to aid him as he redoubled his efforts in creating one of three A.I. for U.A., It would still be awhile before he could step foot into the Sapia Laboratory, so he had time to kill.
All For One let out a steady breath with his own lungs for the first time in years. He took slow steps as Garaki finished installing the life support systems into the newly made exosuit. The Inventor hadn't given it a name, but Afo felt impelled to call it the Devil's Armor. He flexed his fingers around the metal frame as he took another step.
For the first time in years, he was out of that god forsaken chair.
He could breath out of his mouth thanks to the suit pieces connected to his neck. He could see thanks to the external sensors on the suit's head piece. His body felt strength not felt since its oldest days, no Quirks, just armor and a rifle.
Afo stretched his arms as the suit let out a pleasant hum. "Garaki?" Afo inquired as the noise continued. "Finer calibrations, the suit is functioning solely on your own movement sir." Garaki answered as he looked through his laptop. "I see." Afo replied before he used his technopathy Quirks to ease the strain on the suit.
"How do you feel my lord?" Garaki asked. "Like I just stepped out of a room full of dead heroes." Afo replied with a smile on his face. "Good, seems that everything is in working order then." Garaki muttered. "Indeed, our new Inventor has been most useful." Afo spouted as he flexed his fingers once again.
"Would you like to test Quirk compatibility Sir?" Garaki asked. "No, I just got this armor, I don't want it destroyed in an instant." Afo answered. "I see, should we visit your student and butler?" Garaki asked. "I shall do so on my own. You are dismissed Garaki." Afo said. "Call me if anything goes wrong." Garaki said as he picked up his laptop and left. "I will, I will." Afo muttered before he searched through his Quirks.
A dark ichor left his mouth as he warped to the bar. It was daylight hours so it was closed to normal patrons. Kurogiri was busy cleaning glasses at that moment, so seeing his lord appear uninhibited was enough of a shock. Tomura was nowhere to be seen, most likely sulking away in his room playing video games.
"My lord, how do you feel?" Kurogiri asked. "Like I just killed Nana Shimura again." Afo replied. Kurogiri walked forward, taking in his master's presence. "Has young master been informed of this?" Kurogiri asked. "Not yet, I want to surprise him." Afo replied.
Kurogiri simply nodded as he watched his master slowly flex his arms. "The armor suites you quite well my lord." Kurogiri commented as Afo flashed him a smile. "Of course it does, it may have been over two hundred years since I've last worn a piece like this, but my body never forgot the feeling." Afo responded. "All I need is a rifle capable of throwing lead at mach 40 in semi automatic fire, then it'll be complete." Afo joked.
Footsteps drew their attention, Tomura was approaching. Afo turned in the direction of the noise and relaxed. One of the back doors opened as a pale faced Tomura walked out. He stopped, his face turning to a mix of shock and awe.
"Ma... Master?" he asked in shock. "In the flesh." Afo responds. "How?" Tomura asked in strained shock. "Technology, granted to me by a powerful new ally." Afo answered as he flexed his hand. "Is... Is there more?" Tomura asked. "Not too much more, most of it is in warehouses. There aren't any more exosuits thoughs." Afo said as Tomura seemed to wince.
"This suit is necessary for me, All of my life support is built into it. It will take time before I am ready to strike. Tomura, look at me." Afo stopped as he held Tomura's head and shifted it forward. "It is difficult for me to use many of my Quirks while in this suit Tomura. Your Quirk would be useless with such a suit. There will be armor for you, but it has not yet arrived." Afo warned his apprentice before he let go of Tomura's head.
"Yes Master." Tomura said as he began scratching his neck. "Calm yourself Tomura, we have time to prepare before we next strike." Afo chided him.
"Understood." Tomura replied as he let his arms sink to his sides. "Good, now tell me, what is your next plan?" Afo asked as he looked down at his student.
Izuku let data fly by his helmet display. His hands busy typing out command after command on his computer. His R and Bs were hard at work constructing a tunnel to the Sapia Laboratory as the Issues began scouting the place out.
Izuku turned his head, looking down at his newest machine. This Droid served no villainous purpose, its design was simply for exploring the Laboratories. The drone was flat and long, covered in overlapping plates of armor, with a powerful omni-directional camera on its front. This was the Centipede Drone.
He had considered making this drone as part of the civilian line, but it clashed with the rest of the design philosophy. Treads and tall cylinders with four arms against blocky legged machines with four to eight limbs and false heads. He pressed a button on the console as the Centipede hummed to life.
One of his screens automatically changed to the camera view of the Centipede as it activated. Izuku looked down at his creation, glancing back to see his armored form on the screen. He smiled as he returned to his computer and began directing the Centipede down the tunnel towards the Sapia Laboratory.
It would be awhile till he could step foot in it, but he still had to see it.
The screen showed the insides of the lab before the Centipede began moving. The drone began running on a collection of short legs, its armor shifting to allow the legs a full degree of motion. The Centipede approached the tunnel, passing R and B units that were hard at work creating a more usable tunnel for him.
The drone traveled downwards, the camera changing to a night vision mode so that Izuku wouldn't have to use the lights. The drone stumbled for a second as some dirt below it shifted. Izuku frowned before having the Centipede's legs shuffle underneath the armor plates. He watched the drone slide down the tunnel, dirt steadily passing by the camera only to slide off just as quickly.
He kept his eyes on the various screens, typing in commands to keep his Droids on schedule. The Centipede was moving fast, ducking its legs out every so often to increase the speed of its dirt slide.
It would take almost forty five minutes before the Centipede reached the Laboratory, but when it did Izuku smiled.
The drone stopped just short of it. The camera taking in a group of Issues assisting the R and Bs in finding a proper entrance to connect too. Izuku didn't want to burst through walls, there was too much delicate technology inside that he didn't want to risk damaging. He had the Centipede move along, slowly walking along the side of the metal shell of the Laboratory.
Then he saw it.
A small group of R and Bs were hard at work sawing into a tunnel that extended out of the Laboratory. Thinking quickly Izuku typed in more commands, the R and Bs backing away as the Centipede approached.
The Centipede shifted, its front half shooting upwards as it's back half let its legs stand out. from the underside of the drone a short barrel extended outwards as a low intensity laser fired. The beam began to cut into the metal with far greater speed than the saws. He paused as the beam finished traveling from downwards.
He let it cool for a moment before firing again, this time starting from the same spot but to the side rather than downwards. Slowly a clean square was being cut out from the metal of the entrance tunnel. Izuku paused once again as the R and Bs began pulling out the piece and adding more to ensure the frame would remain stable.
Izuku let the Droids work, instructing the Centipede return to its low stance. He smiled as the Droids backed away, the opening secured with little issue. The Centipede approached, having to climb slightly during to the size of the opening. The camera shifted, details being taken in as data began traveling across other screens.
Izuku paused as the camera analyzed what was on its left. A human skeleton, slumped over with its neck broken by a piece of fallen metal. It was dressed with the rotted remains of an old lab coat, its I.D. still visible despite its age. Izuku let a brief moment of silence rein through as he looked over dead man.
A set of R Units walked in, slowly removing the man's remains from the door. Izuku just watched as one of them took the I.D. and a card from the corpse's skeletal hand. As he let them work he had the Cenipede lean forward and connect to a nearby console.
The monitor was covered in dust, the entire thing seemed ancient. Yet his scanners showed small amounts of power still flowing through the laboratory. Izuku had to blink, two hundred years and it still had power, the amazing technology of the past never ceased to amaze him.
He let one of his A.I. access the Laboratory systems. The age and preservation of the hardware allowing for a quick run through with little faults. Izuku let data slowly trickle in as his A.I. did its job. He had the Centipede disconnect from the console, remote access between the labs now secured, and had it turn back to were the skeleton had been.
The R and Bs were giving the man a small burial. Izuku looked over at the I.D. still in the claws of another R Unit; Serizawa Richards was the man's name, a half American half Japanese by his guess. Izuku let the Centipede walk over to the spot, the outline of a metal door with a card reader just next to it stood where the corpse had been.
He'd have to route his own lab's power down here if he wanted to open it without having to cut through anything else. Slowly Izuku began typing out more commands, R and Bs moving behind him with more supplies to be built along the tunnel. Then he had the Centipede approached the door, the R Unit following after it. He had the R Unit walk up, the card held by its claw as it stalked up to the card reader. It swiped the card as he had his A.I. check the door.
The card was swept and Izuku held his breath.
Then the door slid down, a harsh grinding noise echoed from the years of neglect.