Cell took a deep breath as he waited for the course to reset once again. "Time?" he asked Shockwave. "5.21 seconds. A single deduction made for the loss of a claw." Shockwave answered. Cell huffed as he looked at the score. "Steadily getting better, I can even feel it working." Cell commented as he stretched his muscles.
"By current estimations it would six months of non stop training to stand a chance against Afo." Shockwave replied. "In my current form? or after I've become perfect?' Cell asked. "Current form, potential power is still difficult to calculate should you metamorphose into a new form." Shockwave replied. "When is my next feeding?" he asked. "Fifteen minutes." Shockwave answered.
"Good, I can run the course seven more times." Cell said as he waited for the current reset to finish. As he waited he heard the loud screech of metal indicitive of the elevator being used. "Has the Master returned?" Cell asked. "No, current operations have required continueous mobilization of available Units." Shockwave answered. "When will he return?" Cell asked. "Unsure. The Master had the elevator too the warehouse disassembled and covered up too avoid a physical proof." Shockwave responded.
Cell huffed, he honestly wanted to see the master again, impress him with my current progress. "Anything else the Master is doing?" Cell asked. "He is still waiting for our forces to strike his own warehouse. We have struck seven other companies and factories, we are planning on making his the ninth." Shockwave said.
Cell paused, taking note of what he was informed of. "I, may have a plan to help the Master with his plight. Though if he would agree to it is another thing." Cell said. "What plan would that be?" Shockwave asked. "A simple plan, I stab him at a specific moment when heroes are monitoring him and it would make sense." Cell responded. "DO YOU PLAN TO KILL THE MASTER?!!!" Shockwave asked with agitation. "No, simply draw suspicion away from him. Sadly the plan would require stabbing him with my tail." Cell answered.
There was silence.
"Shockwave?" Cell asked. "I am calculating the probabiltiy of success." Shockwave replied. "You're not telling him are you?" Cell asked. "No, the plan has a much higher success rate should the Master be uninformed of it." Shockwave countered. "I see. the course is ready yet?" Cell asked. "Yes, there is ten minutes until your next feeding." Shockwave answeres.
"Ten minutes?" Cell said in shock before rushing to the course.
"I'd say that this year's exams are going well." Nedzu commented as he watched the various screens with his first years. All of them were stuck fighting staff in two on one battles. He wanted to join in this year, but he felt it would be better for his new staff to get the feeling of his methods instead.
That and watching All Might beat the inferiority conplex out of Bakugou and the cold personality out of Todoroki was rather entertaining.
His phone beeped as he leaned back with a cup of tea. "That should be my two o'clock." he commented, resting his cup on a small plate. "Hello, what I can do for you today?" Nedzu asķed as he answered it. "Don't play coy Nedzu, I know you haven't receded your support for the Midoriya. Why are you so insistant on helping that relic of the past?" The president of the H.P.S.C. half shouted at him.
"Yes, I haven't rescended my support for the young man. Its not like it'll stop him since he's protected under a Zaibatsu contract." Nedzu replied as his tone turned serious. "Nedzu, we've purchased his machines, we know you did the same. The fact that this young man refuses to work with us is a crime in of itself." The president argued. "Simply put, the boy has little interest in aiding heroics. He may create his machines to help people, but not in a way that you desire." Nedzu countered.
"I don't care, and don't think I haven't seen what you've been doing Nedzu. Contracting criminals to corrupt the young minds at U.A., how low even for you." The president said. "I don't know what you mean, the only members of staff I contract are licensed heroes with degrees for teaching." Nedzu countered. "Don't test me you rat." The president threatened.
"Now now Ma'am. I am still within my right and all my staff are fully legal. I believe we have bigger fish to fry than one another." Nedzu said. "Between Afo, the Mole, and You. I'm not which is the worst criminal." The president said. "Don't forget yourself ma'am. If the public learned evenrhalf of what I know about the Commission they'd have you thrown to the bottom level of Tartarus." Nedzu countered. "And you would be thrown into the black zone you rodent." The president countered.
"Fine, are you just calling to harness me, or is they some serious business that you wish to discuss?" Nedzu asked. The president didn't answer, hanging up on him. Nedzu just shook his head at the ending to the weekly call from the H.P.S.C.'s president. It was always the same song and dance, insults and threats exchanged between one another and nothing really being accomplished.
He sighed, knowing that next weeks call will be much of the same stuff, just like the last hundred or so.
Izuku watched his phone with baited breath. Afo had collected the new quota and with help from Soundwave he now had the location of a second Lab.
The Issue was that this lab was much farther away.
Sunken under the water at least a hundred miles from Japan's southwest border. It was far out in the sea, trapped beneath the deathly pressure of the ocean. He wasn't even sure if it was still intact or not.
So, swallowing that small part of his self that doubted the lab's condition, he began planning out a submersible droid. He couldn't use any of his previous models for this journey, and he couldn't send Cell down there due to his importance at the lair.
If he could even get to the lair.
Still, designing a droid that would be capable of exploring the ocean depths without any fear of the pressure or wildlife would be essential for the next part of his plan. The sheer amount of resources he got from Sapia showed just how valuable the old Labs were.
He couldn't miss his chance for this.
"Are you completely sure Doctor?" Afo asked Garaki. "Indeed sir, to create such a being would be impossible." The doctor replied. Afo stared down the doctor and resisted the urge to grab his collar. "The Inventor made one, in his cave, with a vat of scraps." Afo replied as he almost glared a hole through the doctor.
"So you say, then it would be impractical to make more. Even worse should we attempt to make an army of them. What did you say the probably of success was?" Garaki asked. "He said that out of a thousand, only a few would be successful." Afo replied. "Seems about right. Attempting to make such a thing would cost us far too much resources. The Noumus fulfill their neccessary function just fine." The Doctor said.
"What a shame." Afo commented. "I know, an army of such creatures would be invaluable. Yet it seems that we will have to live with just the one." The doctor said. "Still, it would be best to keep the Inventor in our good graces and he in ours. Perhaps we could invite him to the lair?" Afo quipped. "Would that be wise. It's been difficult to merge the gifted tech with our own. What would he think of us?" Garaki asked.
"He's afraid of us, well me to be precise." Afo said. "Who wouldn't fear you my lord?" Garaki pondered. "Only the foolish, but that is beside the point." Afo said. "Yes, if he would be willing to meet us. I may have a chance to study this Cell." Garaki said. "That will take awhile, he's currently limiting his visits to his lair due to the increased hero presence. I still don't know his identity, but a meeting in person without all the tension would be nice." Afo commented.
"Sir, are you planning on recruiting him into your inner circle?" Garaki asked. Afo just shot him a smile, a knowing one. "Sir, your inner circle is a dedicated group, you can't just let any two bit villain join it. Not even your apprentice is part of it." Garaki said. "He is not some Two Bit Villain. He's created this suit, all the upgrades to our technology, and a being stated to be impossible by yourself. His goals may differ from our own, but we can shape them to match ours." Afo said.
"What are his goals?" Garaki asked. "To restore the lost technology of the past Doctor, you remember what we lost those days." Afo answered with full seriousness. Garaki paused, taking a moment to look around the lab. "He's still not there." Garaki commented. "Not yet, but he will be. All he needs is a little more... convincing." Afo said. Garaki nodded as he pulled out a tablet.
"Still, why show him where the past was buried? Not even we tried to unearth them?" Garaki asked. "Oh, it's rather simple doctor. Neither of us had the technical know how on how to restore them, but he does." Afo answered. "My lord?" Garaki asked. "He made machines that could match you Garaki, you may want to meet them. You're always complaining about less than stellar assistants aren't you?" Afo said as he loomed over Garaki.
The doctor just nodded in response.