Mobile Suit Hero

Hello and welcome back to mobile suit hero, to the one person who asked why the name differences happened between the two mentions of the Zaku worker's designation code it was purely accidental and was fixed on the Wattpad version of this fic, sadly attempts at trying the fix on Fanfiction has resulted in a corrupted chapter text for some reason so I reverted it. No idea how it happened it just did.

Some people have also asked which Mobile Suits will be making an appearance in this series so I'll go ahead and list the ones I have plans for at this time;

1: Zaku Worker varient

2: Zaku 2 (standard and command variants)

3: Guntank

4: RX-78-1 prototype

5: MSN-02 Zeong (yes this big bad thing will show up, under who's control will remain secret for now.)

6: GM/RGM suits

7: Z'gok

8: Gelgoog

9: High Mobility Zaku 2

Chapter 2: an eventful night.

Izuku sighed tiredly as he finally pulled into the reserved parking space in the subterranean parking lot bellow the apartment complex. It was almost 9:30 at night and most of his evening had been taken up by a small catering event held by Uraraka Construction after the showing of their inventions. The Zabi family had been persistent in trying to buy out his business and the rights to his invention and only left after Yugi Uraraka had called the police. The catering event only went until 7pm but he had one Mei Hatsume practically wrap herself around the arm of the MS-06 and started babbling about how much of an awesome baby it was while he tried to get her off of it for over an hour.

After Izuku helped his Mum out of the car and made his way upstairs to their apartment he was both shocked and concerned to see a familiar face waiting by their front door.

"Katsuki, is everything alright?" Inko asked in concern. Normally the explosive blonde was asleep by 8:30 at the latest and yet here he was up an hour later than normal and waiting outside their apartment.

"Can we talk inside auntie?" Bakugo asked quietly in turn as he looked up revealing a black eye.

"Of course. Izuku I'll get the kettle on, you two sit in the lounge." Inko smiled softly as they made their way inside the apartment.

"Is everything alright Kachan?" Izuku asked the explosive blonde. Don't get him wrong Bakugo could still be a foul mouthed asshole but they had been friends since they were kids.

"Shitty hag gave me a shiner after I dropped that shitty vase she likes." Bakugo scoffed lowly as he tried to look anywhere but at Izuku.

"Do you need help?" Izuku asked in concern. He knew that the Bakugo household could get volatile at times given how competitive Mitsuki could get, the uncaring attitude of Masura and katsuki's bullheadedness.

"Just a place to crash shitty Zako." Bakugo scoffed.

"And I keep telling you calling me an inferior fish only works if I had a fish quirk." Izuku deadpanned at the blonde.

"Well atleast I could swim." Bakugo scoffed.

"We were four and I only fell in a stream." Izuku replied with a slight twitch to his eye. You fall in a stream once as a kid and have to get lifted out and you never hear the end of it.

"Still though." Bakugo trailed off with a smirk.

"Tea's ready." Inko interrupted softly as she put down a small tray with three cups onto the table. Truth be told she had heard the entire conversation and while she had been friends with Mitsuki since high school she would NOT be a friend to someone who abused their own son. "Katsuki, you're welcome to stay the night, I'll call the police to sort this all out, alright?"

"Tch, don't need the shitty police." Bakugo scoffed dismissively before taking the one cup of tea which had a few cut up chillies in it and took a gulp. "Thanks."

"You can crash the couch dear." Inko nodded. She knew Katsuki was too prideful to actually accept help from anyone, looking back on everything she felt a pit growing in her stomach as she looked back on his previous behaviour and how Mistuki had acted at times. She was mentally kicking herself as she picked up her cup of tea and went back to the kitchen. She shuddered in revulsion before downing the cup all at once.

With a sigh she put down her cup on the bench and pulled out her phone before dialing 119. "Hello police? I'd like to report a case of domestic abuse."

[Elsewhere]

Shota Aizawa was a very tired individual. He worked all day as a teacher at UA in the heroics division as a homeroom teacher for the first two years and trained the second and third years in quirkless combat should they find themselves in a situation where their quirk was useless or even detrimental to the situation. Atleast he could get more naps during the day after having to expel his entire homeroom class of freshmen students during the first week. The first and majority of the class were expelled after he found several of them smoking blunts in the campus dorms and we're high to the point where they were incoherent.

One search later revealed that several students also had trigger in their rooms and a third year student was arrested for supplying it to them. Of the remaining seven students in his class four moved to another university, one transfered to the business course and the other two were expelled the next day after it was found they had drilled a hole between the two locker rooms to peak on the girls of 1B changing during the cross class session.

While this left him with some time spare he still had second and third year classes to teach so he could afford to sleep in until 9am since the first class was at 10am. Sadly however the paperwork was a nightmare and he had been roped into helping prepare for the entrance exams in six months time for the next batch of students.

Currently however he was regretting that IOU he gave Nemuri after the last staff poker night as he was currently dealing with her late night patrol and his 1am to 6am patrols aswell, atleast the next day was a weekend and he could rest. Currently he was keeping an eye on the factory district of Mustafu, apparently someone made a robot that had even Nezu impressed which he was horrified about.

"Bloody idiots." Aizawa sighed as he watched a random thug attempt to mug a blonde girl in a tattered school uniform only for her to kick him in the face which sent him sprawling before they stumbled to their feet and ran for it. With a sigh he jumped down from the rooftops and landed next to the girl causing her to jump. "Relax, I'm a hero. Do you need any help with him or will you be fine from here?"

"..." The girl muttered something too low for Aizawa to hear before she lunged forwards without warning, hands outstretched and mouth wide open revealing fangs.

Aizawa barely batted an eye as he flicked out his capture scarf wrapping up the thin blonde and lifting her off the ground. "Alright you're clearly not in your right mind."

"B-blood." The girl croaked pitifully as she tried in vein to bite her way through the scarf.

"Right, you're clearly suffering quirk related withdrawal." Aizawa sighed. He hated cases like this, kids had a problematic or unusual quirk, the parents freak out and either abuse or abandon their kids, it made him sick and reminded him of his Son and Husband's childhoods. Both had been gagged by their birth parents to stop them speaking and both times they suffered physically aswell. This girl before him was clearly blood starved and homeless. He had only seen a person blood starved once and it was Vlad back when they were in school together on a field trip to Gran Torino's training camp. Vlad had forgotten his blood bags and admittedly gone insane and tried to bite everyone in sight.

With a resigned sigh he flipped open his phone, ready to call for an ambulance when the number for the local police station popped up as an incoming call. He blinked once and hit Accept Call and held it upto his ear. "Eraserhead here, what's happened?"

The blonde girl in her half starved and incoherent state blinked hazily as Aizawa continued his phone call, answering the odd question or giving some input or another before he hung up and sighed. "Looks like you're coming with me kid, I'm dropping you at the nearest hospital for treatment but I'll be back later to pick you up. Alright?"

The blonde giggled softly, making an exaggerated biting motion as a large grin grew across her face. "Blood!"

"Sure." Aizawa sighed as he trudged off for the hospital which was thankfully barely out of the way in his route to where the police needed him to go.

Sadly if he had stuck around for five more minutes he would of noticed a large van with no licence plate pull upto the factor he just left and several individuals in olive green uniforms wearing helmets reminiscent of German helmets from the second world war piling out. Leading them was a man in a red uniform with a silver helmet and a metal plate with slits covering their face from their nose and up. "Gentlemen, in and out, the higher ups want the mobile suits, once we have them out associates will get us out. Let's move."

"Sieg Zeon." The men spoke with restrained enthusiasm.

"Kuroi, you know what to do." Char spoke up as the men readied their rifles.

"Hai char." A large man with stubble on his chin and a pencil mustached on his upper lip wearing a black uniform siluted. "Mash, Ortega you're with me."

"Got it." Two more men in black uniforms nodded as they snuck in first, the lights normally illuminating the area flickering out around them as they went. Together the three of them were excellent infiltration specialists. Ortega could appear to be invisible on camera if he wished it. Mash could cause electric circuits to either weaken or intensify around him and Kuroi was capable of controlling the brightness of lights with 20 feet of him meaning he was more than capable of keeping his group physically in the dark.

Char smirked before following them towards the main building. The trio of black uniformed men quickly got to work prying open the power box and messing with the wires inside. There was a violent spark and the lights died.

"Goggles on everyone." Mash Spoke up as he flipped down his own silver eye guards on his helmet. The men nodded as they did so before they all rushed inside the warehouse where several large slabs were laid out, each one containing a MS-06 Worker asides the last one. Unlike the stock MS-06 models, this one had a large fin on its helmet and was gunmetal grey, clearly unpainted. Instead of the bulky chest mounted cockpit this one had a massive T shaped slab of metal with a hatch to the left side of the torso. The upper right section of the chassis had a large empty cylindrical hole. Sitting to the side of the unfinished suit was a massive water tank that looked to fit in the hole complete with many meters of hoses hooked upto the side of it.

"What do you think, is this the fuel tank sir?" Ortega asked as he eyed the massive mech.

"Maybe." Char hummed before turning to one of the random members of their raid group who was rummaging through some blueprints carelessly left on a cluttered desk. "What have you found?"

"It appears this was a unfinished prototype for a firefighter suit to reach areas too dangerous for traditional trucks and too windy for helicopters." The man stated as he held up the sheets of paper. "Asides the water tank it has increased speed compared to the rest, a large shoulder mounted slab shield for increased protection and was meant to have a red paint coating laced with fire retardant."

"This will do nicely." Char smirked before a door was slammed open. Everyone turned to see a shocked and furious man in a nightguard's uniform holding a torch, the beam clearly shining on a trio of the grunts in green. Before he could so much as breath a shot ran out and he fell over dead. Char calmly holstered his pistol before nodded to the others. "Hurry."

"Damn Newtypes are creepy." Mash shuddered.

"Yeah I don't get it, the mum has a zero gravity related quirk and the kid gets precognition and another quirk, sounds bullshit to me." One of the men in a green uniform huffed as they rushed to grab as much as they could.

"He's still in charge of the mission, don't piss him off." Mash shushed them before one of the suits vanished in a black mist. "That's one, lets get this sorted."

As the men continued to pillage any and all blueprints, notes and equipment they could from the warehouse and their ally removed the suits it marked the start of what would become an arms race of unprecedented proportions.

End.

Thoughts?

Ideas?

What do you think is gonna happen now that Zeon is clearly stealing the Zaku workers?