Rumi, otherwise known as the heroine Mirko, let out a sigh of relief as she sat down and pulled out her gaming tablet. Normally she'd unwind with a good team shooter but one of the favorite teammates, Dustinator, had begged off because he had to do something for his Sensei. Which she understood… after all, she was supposed to be a responsible adult and encourage kids to actually do well in school. That's why she hadn't bitched (and not whined… she hadn't whined… she would never whine…) when another teammate had informed them that she needed the week off to do an internship.

"Huh," Rumi said, it suddenly striking her that perhaps her teammate was a hero student. Not Uraraka… that would have been too weird and besides she didn't sound anything like the teammate (Uraraka, for one, swore a lot more and with a wider vocabulary).

So, unable to turn to that Rumi decided to dig into another pleasure.

"Alright, so I built the school," she murmured to herself. "That will make Mr. Tug happy. Now I should go fishing… I need to try and get some pearls to trade to Mrs. Blume so she will make more fruit trees-"

Falling into the joys of her game Rumi allowed herself to fully relax. Not that the day had been stressful… far from it! Uraraka was a good student. A few bad habits that remained from training all by herself but those had been for the most part taken care of by Eraserhead. There were just the… bruises… they left, for lack of a better term. Stupid things that she still wanted to do because she was used to having to train without a spotter and without proper equipment. Rumi hadn't gotten on her too hard for that as she herself still had those issues from her own days of youthful training and that was years ago.

'God, the fucking kid is making me feel old.' She screwed up her face. 'And calling her a 'kid' isn't helping either.' Shaking her head she fell back into her game, focusing on pressing the buttons at the right moment in hopes that it might make more pearls appear; probably just internet urban legend but she was willing to try. After all, she had rammed that truck several times in hopes of getting M-

The door to the lounge at her agency slammed open and Uraraka stormed in, Rumi looking up and blinking in surprise to see her intern tugging on parts of her hero costume.

"Mass villain attack in Hosu. Figured you'd want in."

Rumi blinked, already getting up even as she asked, "What are you talking about? I didn't get an alert."

That made the kid ('stop calling her that!') roll her eyes. "Hero channel? Please. Those fucking things will never beat the civilian mass media alerts." She held up phone and Rumi saw posts showing fires and damage and people screaming. "I have alerts set up for any property damage… my parents need to already be ready to put in bids."

"That's… fucking dark, kid," Rumi said.

"Life is dark," Uraraka said. "if I weren't so squishably cute I'd have gone with a goth look. Tokoyami and I like to exchange poetry."

Rumi blinked at that. "…huh." She shook her head. "Right, I need to remember that." Just as she said the words her tablet buzzed and she looked over it. Sure enough it was an alert from the Hero Commission. "Heheh, we might actually beat those fuckers."

"Are you playing Animal Crossing?" Uraraka asked.

"…in your outfit, let's move," Rumi said quickly, moving to grab her gear (she keeps spare costumes EVERYWHERE so she doesn't need to waste time rushing to a bedroom; she'd suggested that to Uraraka once she had enough money or sponsorship deals to do so). She understood every piece and how to get it on fast, to the point that she was basically a quick-change artist at this point.

"You know there is a giveaway for pearls, right?"

"Say what now?" Rumi said as she yanked off her shirt.

"They are doing a free giveaway for pearls. I'll get you the code when you get back."

"Right," Rumi said, turning only to realize that Uraraka, rather than turning away, was still staring at her even as she stood there in just her sports bra. "Uh…"

"What?" Uraraka said with a smirk that Rumi REALLY didn't like… because it matched her own. "Oh, is the delicate little bunny modest?"

"Kid, if I were a few years older and you had a cotton tail I'd wonder if I was your mama," she said with a snicker even as she pulled off her sports bra and grabbed her top (First rule for female heroes? Get a costume with built in support. Nothing worse than trying to stop a robber only for your bra to ride up on you). "I'm more surprised that you aren't scarlet red."

"First off every day I have to get changed with a bunch of other girls, several of whom are several cup sizes bigger than me. Or far more creative with how they trim themselves. I swear, Ashido once did the Ghostbusters logo."

"And second?" Rumi asked.

"I'm Bi as sunshine," Uraraka said sweetly.

"Fuck kid maybe I traveled back in time and became your mama. Has to be a time travel quirk somewhere." Going for her shoes Rumi yanked them on before nodding, seeing that as they had talked Uraraka had also finished getting dressed. "Alright, let's go get some fuckers."

~MC~MC~MC~

Obi Wan wasn't surprised in the slightest to come downstairs and find that Midoriya and Ida were already dressed and ready.

When the alert had come for all hands on deck in Hosu he had let the boys know while Anakin went and got his car ready. It would be a tight squeeze with six of them and Obi Wan was REALLY not looking forward to experiencing Anakin's driving ability (though at least he wouldn't be doing it in 3 dimensions… he hoped) but it was the fastest way to get to the city.

Obi Wan had contacted Padme and she had quickly sent over her files on the villain Nomu she had fought, as these new villains looked to be similar even if their body types were wildly different. He had spent have his time getting his hero outfit on (and using the Force to do so… perhaps Master Yoda would frown about using the Force to dress one's self but he was trying to do multiple things at once) and was going over what she knew about that villain before coming down to the garage to find the car running and Midoriya and Ida already in their outfits.

"Mr. Skywalker said that he was going to change," Ida stated, his helmet tucked under his arm. Obi Wan frowned and decided that maybe it would be best that Idea ride up front, as his greater bulk, combined with his armor, would only squish everyone all the more.

'Besides, he is Anakin's intern, good for him to be upfront. And I am used to being jammed up with Clones.' Outloud he said, "Very good. And you have everything you'll need?"

"Yes sir," Midoriya said and Obi Wan raised an eyebrow at how crisp his response was. Save for the fact that he had a decidedly non-clone face he would have thought he was just talking to another member of the GAR.

"Where is Aoyama?" Obi Wan asked.

"Rex is getting him," Midoriya stated. "He isn't pleased with how long it is taking him-"

"-cheveux n'ont pas le bon rebond !" Aoyama complained even as Rex, with one hand on his shoulder and half shoving the boy, marched into the garage.

"It will be fine," Rex said simply but Obi Wan knew that, for him, that was basically a scream. He looked at Obi Wan. "Where's Anakin?"

"Getting dressed."

"See!" Aoyama exclaimed, tugging on his cape to… straighten it? Obi Wan couldn't be sure. "Monsieur Skywalker is still getting ready!"

"That's because he was getting the car ready," Rex said flatly before looking at Obi Wan. "Worst than tubies." He looked at Midoriya. "Ready to stop being a shiny?"

"Yes sir," Midoriya said.

"Good. I'm getting some extra gear. You loaded up?" Midoriya nodded and Rex went to the weapons locker in the back of the garage.

"What does he mean by that?" Aoyama asked even as he fiddled with his hair. "Shiny?"

Midoriya gestured at his armor, the standard pure white armor of the Clone Troopers, recreated by Rex and Anakin with Power Loader's help. "Where Rex is from members of the GAR get their armor like this. Shiny white. It isn't until you've had your first true battle that you are finally allowed to customize it. Because you've earned the right to show the world you are an individual."

"How very interesting," Ida said. "It is a ritual."

"It's a trial by fire," Midoriya said and again Obi Wan was struck by how sure of himself the boy sounded. All his worries and fears had faded away and all that was left was a soldier ready to fight. He didn't know if he should feel proud or saddened.

"Alright, everyone in the car," Anakin said as he emerged, wearing his hero armor.

"Didn't your costume come with a helmet?" Obi Wan asked.

"It did," Anakin confirm.

"Well?"

"Not wearing it."

"Anakin…"

"I need to make some corrections to it. Don't like how its fitting." He shook his head. "You're just mad you still have to wear yours."

Obi Wan sighed. "I asked Nedzu about it, once I realized that people don't notice who I am if I'm out of my armor. He said that due to my contract with the school I have to keep my costume the same for three years."

"So stuck with the Temple Guard helmet." Anakin smirked as he watched Rex get the kids in the car before whispering, "Watch Aoyama."

"You noticed it too?"

"Heard him and Rex fighting… he isn't that dumb. Aizawa wouldn't let him stay in his class if he was."

"Yes, and I have never seen him act like this when I was instructing him in Heroics. Jitters?"

Anakin though shook his head. "It reminds me of Clovis… he doesn't want to be some place so he's trying to stall. And not because of nerves."

"Hmmm," Obi Wan said softly before getting into the car.

~MC~MC ~MC~

Ahsoka frowned, watching as Principal Nedzu puttered around his office.

"Uh… sir?"

"Yes?" he said, glancing up from the coffee machine he had been operating. It was far fancier than anything she had ever seen, reminding her more of what she had seen at a high end coffee shop than what Anakin liked to tinker with in their apartment. A massive thing that looked more complex than most starfighters. "Oh!" he said with a smile. "Would you prefer something else? I know that you are at that age where you are still trying to determine if you'd rather drink one of those horrid chemical stews you call energy drinks or join the world of adults and have a proper cup of coffee. I could see about getting you something… and let me assure you that you will need something as this could be a long night."

"I am… aware of that, Principal Nedzu. I just-"

"Oh, please drop the Principal part," he said before going to grab a second cup from a small cabinet, which was perfectly sized for him, and walking back to the machine that was still hard at work doing… whatever a coffee machine did. Honestly Ahsoka didn't get food and how it was made at all. For her how meals were made was like how she imagined many people felt when they saw her use the Force. "It will waste too much time if you keep referring to me as that. And time will also be important tonight. Coffee as well." He held up the second empty cup.

"I don't think we'll have time to wait for the coffee to be made," Ahsoka stated. "We are already late."

"Are we?" Nedzu said with a smirk.

Ahsoka opened her mouth… before snapping it shut.

"We aren't going to Hosu, are we?"

That made Nedzu smile. "Why ever would we waste our time there?"

"Waste… waste our time?" Ahsoka exclaimed. "Its being attacked!"

"I am aware."

She glared at him, getting rather annoyed. It was clear that Nedzu was playing some kind of game here. "What, is this my lesson? That because I tapped into the Dark Side I can't go? I'm… grounded?" She threw her hands up at… well, she didn't know what she was gesturing at, to be honest. "Okay, fine, I'm grounded. I'm fine with that!" She knew she didn't sound fine and winced when Nedzu merely raised a single brow at that comment. "I am," she said again, forcing herself to calm. "But why do innocent people need to suffer to teach me a lesson?"

That made Nedzu merely chuckle. "So sure you are they will suffer just because you aren't there? Oh Ahsoka… you aren't a god. None of us are. So many are quick to believe that a quirk makes them something more than human…"

"I'm not human," Ahsoka reminded him.

"Neither am I! And glad for it!" He brought over her cup of coffee, handing it to her, and Ahsoka found herself taking it, the manners she had taught in the temple (though certainly roughed up thanks to the War and her training under Anakin) having her gracefully take it and try a sip.

Her eyes went wide as the favors danced along her tongue.

Nedzu, not noticing (or not caring) that she was savoring the coffee, went to his desk and settled in. "It is a mistake so many young people make, I have found. All of you believe that because of the gifts you have been given it makes you different from everyone else. That you will be the one to beat the odds. That bad things can't happen to you. I think it has affected you more than your classmates because you were sent off to fight in a war." He shook his head, his smile dropping at that. "Your Jedi Council… they were fools to do that. You didn't have the proper training and it has instilled many bad habits." He perked up. "Luckily I am here to rather savagely break you of such things. Starting with the false belief that you can make a difference out there."

"I can though," Ahsoka said, a bit calmer now that she'd had a chance to truly process what was going on. Nedzu had hit her so quick with everything… it had been the difference between walking to a location and blasting there in a runaway speeder with only the brakes working when you got to your destination. The mental whiplash had taken its toll on her. "I have these powers-"

"That you aren't trained to use yet," Nedzu stated. "You are still a hero student and a padawan learner." And she wasn't surprised at all that Nedzu knew all the proper terms for the Jedi and their ways; he'd probably grilled Obi Wan for weeks to learn everything. "And while the Jedi saw no problem sending you out with little training to go deal with dangers that could kill you quite easily I am a teacher and I refuse to put my student in danger, all by herself."

"But you'd be there."

Ahsoka then stopped.

Nedzu smirked.

"Oh."

"You just realized that my quirk is intelligence and not becoming a 8 foot tall muscular warrior who can crush heads with his bare hands, didn't you?" Nedzu teased.

"…yeah."

"Understandable," he said with a wave of his hand. "I have long disliked how UA runs things… Obi Wan has been a breath of fresh air when it comes to helping force change but there is so much more to do. The Hero Commission wants UA to teach brilliant shining heroes who rush into battle during the noon time hours so that their fights can be on the 5 o'clock news and new merchandise on the shelves the next day. It doesn't matter that much crime happens at night. Doesn't matter that the skills of a Limelight Hero don't translate well at all for the Underground. They sadly only care about their money and their presentation. I want UA to teach all sorts of heroes. Rescue Heroes. Underground. Investigators. And, of course… Tactical."

And with that he pressed a button and the wall behind him opened up to reveal dozens of tv screens. Ahoska's eyes went wide as Nedzu slipped on a pair of gloves and began to point at screens, causing different ones to light up as he waved his hands in the air like he was conducting an orchestra, causing different parts of a city to appear. One where people where running and screaming, fires were burning, and buildings and cars were being damaged.

"This is Hosu," Ahsoka said.

"It is," Nedzu stated. "Unfortunately I have been trying to reach Endeavor but he is taking his… grudge… against UA rather seriously and he is not responding. He is the first hero on scene and has commanded the heroes in Hosu to only listen to HIS people. Fair enough… if they actually knew what to do and weren't making it worse by trying to be as loud and flashy as possible." Nedzu paused. "But I think we can do better with the heroes that are actually going to listen to us. Obi Wan?"

"I'm here, Nedzu," the Jedi Master responded, so crisp and clean it made Ahsoka whip around, expecting to find him loitering behind her. "Anakin, Rex, and our interns are currently on route and according to Anakin we should be there in about 20 minutes… even though it should be an-"

Then Master Obi Wan let out a shrill scream.

"-hour! Anakin, don't do that again!"

"Oh calm down, Master!" Anakin complained and Ahsoka could hear the smile in his words.

"When you arrive you will need to head to Mutt Street where it is intersecting with Junkyard Drive. I am directing what local law enforcement is actually listening to me to send civilians to the shopping center there… its basement is quite large and meets the codes requires to serve as a shelter for a Level 3 disaster event. See to the civilians."

"What about the villains?" Anakin asked.

"Right now more damage is being done by Endeavor and his theatrics than them, sadly. I will be sending other heroes who are better suited to deal with him. Young Ida?"

"I'm here, Principal Nedzu," Tenya said.

"Your brother is on route to assist with his intern. While you will be tempted please stay off the comms with him. I will be using him to assist with the evacuations. You can better use your time assisting the civilians and keeping them calm."

"Sir," Izuku suddenly said, "do the villains appear to be doing anything other than rampaging?"

Nedzu paused, smiling slowly and a bit less… frightening… than he had previously. "They are not."

"Is there any sense to HOW they are attacking? Or WHAT?"

"None," Nedzu confirmed.

"So what is the pattern?" Obi Wan said.

"What do you mean?" Aoyama asked and Ahsoka frowned. Something… something sounded off about him. Maybe it was just her master's driving but-

"They know they are going to be captured for this," Izuku said before Obi Wan could say a word. "And its going to be a long prison term. So it would have to be worth their wild to do this… something worth all the punishment that is coming. They can't easily hide themselves, unless they have quirks that allow them to change what they look like." Ahsoka's mind went to Padme and how she was able to change how she looked. It was a possibility… "Because otherwise why just destroy things? Villains want something… revenge, money, so on. This is just… random violence."

"Covering for someone else," Rex stated. "Someone who is looking to do something. A smokescreen."

"Very possible, Captain Rex," Nedzu stated. "But there is still the fact that they are putting themselves at great risk for another. Most villains won't do that… not at this scale."

"Unless they're slaves," Anakin said darkly and with a tint of horror.

"Master?" Ahsoka said. "I mean… Anakin, what-"

"The villain that… Star Might… fought. Nomu?"

"Nomu," Nedzu said and Ahsoka felt through the Force that the principal had in an instant put all the pieces together and was only saying them aloud because he had to get confirmation. "He resembled the villains attacking Hosu, according to what reports I am getting. One moment." He pointed at several other screens and they merged into one, allowing Ahsoka to see the villains. All had clearly mutant quirks, with distorted bodies and…

…and exposed brains.

"By the Force," she whispered in horror.

"Yes… just like Nomu. Star Might, are you with us?"

"I am," Padme said. "All Might, Gran Torino, and several support staff are with us on route. We are flying in and should be there in 10."

"Star Might, the villain Shigaraki commanded Nomu, correct?"

"He did."

"Ordered him about."

"Kark," Anakin cursed.

Nedzu nodded, taking a deep breath before he waved his hands again. "This is Nedzu. This is a shared line. Be advised that we have updated the situation Hosu. It is now believed that the villains attacking are connected to the League of Villains. Furthermore…"

Ahsoka watched as Nedzu STRUGGLED to contain his emotions.

"…it is believed that these villains are mind controlled and physically altered. Until evidence against this theory can be provided we will refer to them by the first of their kind's name."

He paused.

"We have multiple Nomu attacking Hosu for the League of Villains. If you spot any villains beside the Nomu alert me at once so I can provide information. But be aware that the Nomu have been ordered to attack the city. They have no goals. They can't be reasoned with. They are single minded in their actions."

Anakin cut in. "Nedzu… if it comes to it… killing them is a kindness."

"…I agree," Nedzu stated.

And with that he waved his hands again before glancing at Ahsoka.

"We have work to do."

Ahsoka nodded and walked over to his desk, Nedzu gesturing to a rolling chair. As she grabbed it Nedzu produced a headset, rolling his own chair out of her way so she could sit by his computer. The principal moved to the center of the room, perched on his seat and ready to work.

"I will be getting many calls," Nedzu informed her. "I am taking control of the emergency lines used by officials. You need to filter through them. If they are important enough for me to hear of alert me. If they aren't then pass them to where they need to go. Can you do that?"

Ahsoka nodded at once.

It was time to get to work.

~MC~MC~MC~

Stain frowned as he watched the destruction unfold.

'More proof,' he thought to himself as he saw people screaming in terror as they fled an explosion. There wasn't even a villain nearby, as far as he could tell. Just Endeavor getting frustrated that people weren't behaving the way HE demanded and thus trying to cow them into obeying him by letting off blasts of fire everywhere. 'More proof of how corrupt this society has become. The people are terrified and what does their Number 2 Hero do?' He shook his head. 'Throws a tantrum like a toddler.'

His lips curled back into a sneer.

'Your time as come, Endeavor. The time for your reckoning. Against the backdrop of this madness you will finally pay for your crimes. False hero! I will see to that!'

And with that declaration Stain went on the hunt.