Hello everyone. Today, something happened.
I am a fan of the story Legion by draconis ignitus/Lanterna, there is no doubt. And I want to help him even if I don't know him, as a fan of his work. And I know some of you also follow his story, maybe some even are on the Discord server.
Today, the official Discord server got hacked by someone, I was connected at the moment, so I managed to join the backup, Lanterna got hacked, you probably saw his notice on the latest thing he posted. Read closely the infos underneath.
First:
If you receive the following message:
"Uhmm, how do I say this? Please don't be mad. I connected to a public wifi network days ago, and somebody else had access to my account, but he couldn't change my password because 2FA was enabled. Then he made fun of my Discord account and reported some random people and other servers, including you. It is stated here that our accounts could be suspended and our IP addresses could be restricted from accessing Discord. Could you help me explain to Discord staff that the complaints were false? I hope you can help me sort it out because I just realized that it's not right to leave it be, it also alerted me that you wouldn't get notified about it, so I messaged you to tell you about it."
Do NOT respond, if links are sent with it, do not click on them, it's scam. Here's what said the user know as Saga on the backup server:
"cantoutsmartbullet and Mand'alor have been hacked, disregard any messages from them
They will attempt to pose as the hacked account and claim they got access back and ask for your help. Eventually, they will forward you to a different account which claims to be a staff member. They are not.
The staff member will pressure you with time, and threats to click a link and change your account email address, do neither.
Remember, discord staff will NEVER ask you to change information on your account, or request personal details such as username, password or email."
Second:
Here's the backup server forLegion, the link is here:
httpsdiscordc9far69U (just add the ':', the '/', the dot gg where it goes and you should get the invite. The name of the server is litterally Legion Backup, if you find something else, then you typed something wrong.)
Thank you all for your attention. At this moment, CT-2864 is in charge of the server until Lanterna joins it (it's currently in process, so it should be finished soon don't worry.)
Now, back on Lost Company. Before the chapter starts
The reviews:
++CENSORED++: They reverted back to their original age, indeed.
Guest: The two didn't knew... Well... Now they know.
Chapter 9: Battle Trials (Part 2)
/
Momo groaned when Hex applied an ice pack to her temple and wrapped a bandage around it to hold it in place…
"You didn't have to shoot me in the head, Bug…"
The clone in question was sitting next to her, rubbing her back sheepishly…
"Sorry, I had to make sure I neutralized you… And… I didn't think the impact would hurt that much…"
The raven-haired girl understood… They had just come out of the building, where the medical clones had taken care of them.
Jiro had bruises on her stomach after being hit by Mineta and the shovel, on her forearms from when Momo had attacked her, and she told the medics that her ears were ringing because of her sound trap…
Mineta had been electrocuted and hit on the head… Strangely, no doctor wanted to touch him.
Denki had his nose broken from his impact with Mineta, and a medic was currently wiping the blood from his nose with a tissue; he needed to be taken to the infirmary as soon as possible.
Cliffjumper, on the other hand, had more bruises than the rest, due to his violent fight against Momo. Lockdown was treating his hand by wrapping a bandage around two of his fingers, as two of his fingers were abnormally swollen and purple. Momo sighed… Well… She had lost, but at least she had fought valiantly against adversity… She regretted nothing…
/
"IN YOUR OPINION, WHO WAS THE MVP OF THE MATCH?"
All Might's voice boomed in the control room. Many students began to think…
"Everyone did their job correctly, but I'd say there wasn't just one MVP but several. Yaoyorozu showed ingenuity by trapping the building, forcing the heroes and vigilantes to be cautious, Mineta showed resourcefulness in using his quirk the way he did. Uh… Cliffjumper showed interesting tactical ability by choosing to unite forces with a hostile team to try to triumph over the villain team."
Izuku explained while looking at the screen, jotting down notes in a notebook he had pulled out from who knows where, and the whole class looked at him in surprise.
"EXCELLENT ANALYSIS, YOUNG MIDORIYA! DID YOU NOTICE ANYTHING YOUR CLASSMATES COULD IMPROVE?"
This time, Lock spoke.
"Affirmative, sir. The way Kaminari and Jiro used their quirks was rather poorly thought out. From what we've seen, Kaminari has an electricity quirk, and Jiro has a quirk that gives her acute hearing and the ability to project sound waves. It would be better for Kaminari to use it at medium range to project electricity or make area attacks. Jiro, on the other hand, would be better suited for reconnaissance and staying in the backlines."
The captain saw Midoriya nodding and deduced that he agreed. The class looked at him too, and Sero suddenly asked.
"Are you sure your quirk isn't an integrated computer or something like that and not cloning?"
A few clones chuckled at the remark before one of them replied.
"No, that's for sure. It's just that commanding a company with completely different specializations requires a good head for thinking."
Lock chuckled slightly at the compliment.
"It's mainly managing you guys that requires a good head. Even though you often tire me out."
A few chuckles arose again. Then, the students got back to the exercise and began making remarks, asking questions, and speculating on what could have happened if the teams had taken one action instead of another, and so on.
The participants in the fight arrived at the room shortly after, all except Kaminari, who had to go get his nose treated, and Cliffjumper, whose fingers had indeed been broken by the impact. Lockdown had told Lock via comm that he would accompany them.
It was Jiro who announced the news to All Might, who nodded, understanding the necessity.
"WELL. YOUR CLASSMATE KAMINARI WON'T BE COMING BACK BECAUSE OF A BROKEN NOSE. WE'LL MOVE ON TO THE NEXT MATCH! TEAM B VERSUS TEAM I VERSUS VIGILANTE!"
Ah. It was him. Lock gestured to Mirdip, who nodded and followed him… As they were about to leave the room, Dengloy caught his attention with a gesture.
"Don't activate your thermal vision without activating filters."
Lock raised an eyebrow, and, seeing his captain's confusion, Dengloy explained.
" It's that girl in Team I, she doesn't wear any clothes."
"Kriffin' hell, you're kidding, right…", grumbled Mirpdip before apologizing, "Sorry, Lieutenant…"
"No problem, but no, I'm not kidding. She doesn't wear any clothes."
Lock nodded.
"Thanks for the information, Dengloy.", he said, placing a hand on the Lieutenant's shoulder before leaving. Once outside the room, he put a hand on the side of his helmet and activated the filters, Mirdip followed his example.
"Do you have a plan, Captain?", asked his vod.
"We'll see once we're in action, Corporal.", Lock replied; he wasn't sure what to expect with this match.
…
And indeed, he was right. As soon as the ten minutes of preparation were over, and the air horn sounded… The building seemed to crystallize. Lock jumped as the wall became covered in a thick layer of ice.
"Kriff!", cursed Mirdip as the grappling hook the captain had fired fell due to lack of grip.
He should have expected this given the boy's quirk and what Momo had said in the comms, but he didn't expect… this.
"Change of plan.", Lock indicated, switching the mode on his weapon. He then pointed his weapon at the nearest window and fired. The ice was pierced, shattering the glass behind it, and causing the ice to collapse, creating an opening large enough for the two to enter.
Lock climbed in first, taking position to cover Mirdip, changing the mode back to training. The inside of the building was icy, resembling an ice castle… The cold air seeped through his suit, making him shiver…
Sithspit…
He'd be surprised if he didn't catch a cold after this. Mirdip climbed through the opening, his hands slipping on the edge, forcing Lock to help him. The corporal thanked him. The two clones began to move slowly and cautiously, occasionally slipping…
Suddenly… Lock raised an arm and crouched… Footprints in the ice… It seemed to have melted, as if a foot of intense heat had passed through. Not surprising, given it was Endeavor's son; his body must have been hotter than usual; but it could help them track them. Lock raised an arm and pointed in the direction the footprints were heading, Mirdip nodded and followed the captain. The two soon arrived at a stairwell, and the captain's audio systems picked up two pairs of footsteps. He stopped and turned to the flametrooper corporal and said.
"I didn't have you use your flamethrower for this reason. If the No. 2's kid throws ice at us, I need you to melt it. You go first."
The corporal nodded and charged in without hesitation, followed by Lock, who pointed his weapon up the stairs. An arm ending in an eye suddenly appeared two floors above and looked at them.
"The two vigilantes are below!", a voice suddenly exclaimed. Lock fired, the training charges zipping around the arm, forcing it to be withdrawn.
First… there was an intense cold draft…
The temperature dropped even further below zero, causing frost to appear on the captain's visor…
Then there was the sound of crystallization…
Then the rumble…
And a gigantic glacier smashed through the railing, rushing straight at them. "MIRDIP!" shouted Lock. He didn't know if the flametrooper had heard him or reacted out of sheer panic, but a torrent of fiery flames shot out to meet the ice. The two forces collided, an intense flame against a frigid glacier.
They opposed each other for a few seconds without gaining the advantage, then the ice stopped advancing.
Mirdip ceased firing at the same time, and the two clones continued their advance amid the streams running down the steps. No additional glacier was sent their way, and they reached the top floor.
However…
A massive arm grabbed Lock by the arm, yanking him out of the stairwell, and hurled him into the wall. The captain hit the wall hard and was stunned, befire feeling himself grabbed once again from behind, lifted, and thrown… He rolled on the floor five meters away before stopping, his back hitting another wall. He shook his head and pushed up on one knee to get up. When he looked up, he knew he was in trouble.
Shoji Mezo… The one who had 540 kg of pressure in the test… He aimed his weapon and fired. The multi-armed boy saw it coming and rolled to the side, dodging the two shots. Lock tracked him and fired again.
This time the shot hit… But only elicited a grunt from the boy, who closed the distance between them with a powerful leap, launching his arms forward.
Lock rolled underneath, the three right arms passing dangerously close to him. He rose to one knee and fired twice into his hip. The boy absorbed the shots again and turned much too quickly for Lock's liking, landing a powerful punch to his face.
He flew back a meter. It was only then that he noticed the hallway was strangely warm. Quickly turning his head, he saw that Mirdip and Todoroki were engaged in a battle of attrition.
"Are you holding up, vod?", Lock asked via comms.
"Almost out of juice in the flamethrower!" Mirdip growled in response. The blazing torrent of fire relentlessly licked the ice wall that Todoroki had created and reinforced every second… However, something seemed wrong… Todoroki had frost covering the left side of his face… But it seemed to be melting… And suddenly… Lock understood.
His quirk numbed him and threatened to give him frostbite, but the heat produced warmed his body and canceled it out… So… He was charging…
"MIRDIP! WATCH OUT!"
A glacier was sent forward, passing through the flames and striking Mirdip with immense force. The corporal flew backward and hit a wall hard, sliding down before collapsing, unconscious…
"Pathetic clone…" the two-toned boy said in a cold tone, staring at the captain, "We play on different levels, you and I, move out of the way…"
Something snapped in Lock's brain, he changed targets, anger surging, and unleashed a barrage of rays on the boy.
The latter raised an arm, and an ice wall rose, the rays stopping dead with a sizzle. Shoji grabbed both his arms and lifted him, Lock struggled, rage filling his body. But the octopus boy punched him in the stomach, knocking the wind out of him and forcing him to stop struggling… The multi-armed boy pulled out the capture tape and was about to wrap it around Lock's arms to immobilize him… He had lost…
-WHACK!-
A powerful tail strike sent them both crashing into a wall, Shoji releasing him in the process. The small difference was that Lock had a helmet protecting his head, but not Shoji, whose head impact left a mark on the wall. The captain shook his head, putting his weapon to his hip and firing three times at Ojiro, who flipped over.
A fist forced Lock to duck, and it hit the wall with such force that it left a dent.
The captain had to roll to the side to put a safe distance between him and the six-armed colossus. He sent a shot that struck the boy in the chest, eliciting a grunt from him, who then had to raise his arms to protect himself from Ojiro's attack, taking the opportunity to perhaps neutralize a dangerous opponent.
Shoto was engaged with Hagakure in close combat, Lock activated the thermal imaging in his helmet to see her and internally thanked Dengloy for warning him.
Then, he fired. Two impacts hit Shoto in the ribs, eliciting a cry of surprise, then a scream of pain when Lock rammed into him shoulder-first, sending both boys to the ground. Lock grabbed him by the collar and punched him in the jaw.
"Repeat what you said, son of a b*tch!" Lock spat venomously. This triggered something in the boy, a gleam of rage in his eyes… And Lock's helmet alerted him to a spike in temperature on the boy's right side.
"I. Forbid. You. To. Speak. Like. That. About. MY. MOTHER!" the boy screamed. And he grabbed Lock's arm.
The first thing Lock felt was an atrocious burning sensation…
Then he smelled burning flesh…
-WHACK!-
The world went dark.
/
"Broken nose after a direct impact from one of his classmates' heads, and two fingers fractured cleanly at the metacarpals," Lockdown said as Recovery Girl inspected the two injured students. The school nurse sighed…
"Teenagers… Your lack of self-preservation always causes injuries you can easily avoid…"
Lockdown nodded… He knew exactly what the old woman was talking about…
"I know…"
"How many years?", the woman suddenly asked, turning to look at him intently.
"Excuse me?"
The old woman repeated, clarifying.
"How many years of training?" He finally understood what she was getting at.
"6 years as a unit medic, ma'am." The old woman slowly approached him, turning away from Cliffjumper, her cane clacking on the floor.
"You are young, my boy. In my opinion, it's too early to call yourself a full-fledged field medic."
It was at moments like these that Lockdown wished he could retain their true physical appearance, at least he wouldn't have to deal with this sort of issue...
"Ma'am, I have the training to treat gunshot wounds, perform field surgeries, and handle anything that might happen on a battlefield.", replied the medclone. Recovery Girl's eyes widened slightly.
"Where did you learn all this, young man?"
"From books, ma'am. We clones were created with our big brother's particular interest in all things military. Naturally, those like me who are interested in medicine seek to learn it. It's years of training, ma'am." replied Lockdown, lying, but removing his helmet to look the woman in the eyes...
Eyes that drew the woman's attention because of one thing... An infinitesimal void in his gaze. Something that should not normally be seen in a teenager's eyes. Having worked with forensic doctors, surgeons, or paramedics in the past before becoming UA's nurse, she knew and recognized that look among thousands. The mental scars that doctors had when they didn't arrive in time or couldn't save people, that look that had faced death.
"You've already experienced what every doctor dreads one day... Not being able to save someone... I see it in your eyes.", Recovery Girl noted, staring at the young medic...
A flash of surprise passed through the medic's eyes, before a hint of sadness appeared as he responded in a grave voice.
"Yes, ma'am."
She sighed, then returned to examine the two students. She kissed both, her quirk activating and accelerating their healing. However, the two became very tired immediately. The old woman sighed.
"I'm sorry for you... I imagine it has something to do with the fact that you were adopted... If I'm not being too imprudent, may I know what happened?"
Lockdown nodded... And recounted the story invented to cover their origin, inspired by an event the Horn Company had truly experienced, an event in which Lockdown had participated, and which he couldn't help but relive as he told the story.
…
Flashback…
The door of the LAAT opened, a sergeant shouted.
"GO GO G—"
He was interrupted when a shot hit him in the head, and he collapsed on the transport floor, a smoking hole in his temple. Lockdown jumped. There was another scream behind him as his feet left the metal of the gunship, and when he rolled onto the debris-covered ground of a war-torn city, a lifeless body crashed next to him, a smoking hole in its chest. But the medic didn't have time to think about that.
He raised his weapon and fired two shots at an approaching B1, the machine toppling backward, sparks flying from its torso. He could hear grunts and the sound of plastoid hitting cracked concrete, signaling that his brothers were landing beside him. The barrels of a Z-6 began to spin just afterward, and a torrent of laser fire tore through the B1s dangerously close to their drop zone as the clones rushed for cover.
Above them, other LAATs descended from the sky to deploy the rest of the Horn Company, while theirs took off, leaving the battlefield to pick up the next group of soldiers. Return fire from the droids whizzed past, forcing the mediclone to duck. He retaliated, firing at the relentless wave of machines approaching them.
A B1 was struck by a shot, experiencing a critical malfunction that left it slightly bent at the knees, its vocabulator spewing out screams and incoherent words as its central processor overloaded. A B2 arriving behind it raised its fist and fired, its shots tearing through the hapless B1, flying toward mediclone. To clear the B1 from its path, the B2 smashed its head off with force, sending it rolling to the ground. Lockdown then shot the distracted B2, destroying it.
An LAAT approached and hovered three meters above the ground. More members of the Horn Company began to jump out, but only three managed to do so. A rocket fired from a building hit the LAAT's cockpit. Without pilots to control it, the gunship crashed into a building with a deafening explosion, showering the clones below with molten metal and chunks of concrete.
Several clones raised their heads and began firing at the source of the rocket. But the danger was already elsewhere.
From another building, another rocket was fired, striking a pile of rubble behind which several brothers were positioned. They were lifted off the ground by the explosion.
Lockdown was in motion before his brain sent the signal. He ran amid the red blaster bolts flying too close for comfort, but he didn't care. Another clone repositioned to cover him as he slid to a stop beside a wounded brother. His shattered helmet revealed his bloodied and shrapnel-lacerated face, his one visible eye filled with pain and fear. He didn't want to die, and Lockdown wasn't going to let him. His left arm was mangled, so there was nothing he could do for it except stop the bleeding. The wound he was going to treat, however, was a large abdominal injury. He removed his bag and began rummaging through it.
Another medic slid next to him.
"Remove the armor plate and cut the jumpsuit.", Lockdown ordered, looking at the other.
He nodded and pulled out a pair of trauma scissors.
Lockdown continued rummaging through his bag and pulled out several items. A painkiller he injected into his injured brother's neck, eliciting a strangled gasp, disinfectant wipes, a probe, hemostatic sponges, a stitching kit, several bacta pads, and forceps. When he turned around, the other medic had finished removing the belly armor and cutting the suit. Lockdown wiped away the blood with a disinfectant wipe before saying.
"Open the wound wide, and hold his arm and legs."
He positioned a knee to prevent the injured brother from moving. The other medic obeyed and did as Lockdown ordered, plunging his fingers into the wound and opening the edges wide. His wounded vod screamed in pain and furiously tried to struggle.
Lockdown didn't care and plunged the forceps into the wound, searching to finally grasp the shrapnel. He began to pull it out, causing more blood to flow, but the forceps lost grip. Lockdown cursed, tried to grab it again without success, and then plunged two fingers into the wound, eliciting another scream that added to the cacophony of cries of pain in other parts of the line, explosions, and shots whizzing around the three.
A shot brushed past Lockdown's helmet, but the medic didn't even notice. His fingers finally secured a grip, and he pulled the shrapnel out with a sharp tug. He tossed the bloody shrapnel aside and applied a hemostatic sponge, pressing down to stop the bleeding.
The LAATs above him opened fire with their cannons, tearing through the droid lines without stopping them. Another was hit by a rocket and crashed to the ground. The other medic pressed his hands over the injured brother's ears and almost lay on him to protect him from the shrapnel, before letting out a yelp of surprise and letting go his head, letting it loll to the side. Lockdown turned his head and met the glassy, vacant eyes of his now-deceased brother.
"Kriff!"
Lockdown swore. To his right, the trooper who had done an excellent job covering them was hit by a shot, spun around with a cry, and fell, groaning. Lockdown immediately shifted his priority and slid over to his wounded brother.
A Z-6 roared its anger right next to his ears, making him grimace despite the audio filters, before falling silent as its wielder collapsed backward. Lockdown looked up and met the cold gaze of a B1.
He drew his DC-17 and aimed while keeping a hand on the wounded brother's chest. The B1 aimed at him as well, but the clone was faster, pulling the trigger and sending the droid backward. A second appeared and missed its shot, only to be shot down as well. Finally, the heavy steps of a B2 were heard, and the massive black machine appeared, aiming its blaster at the medic before speaking in a deep voice.
"Die, Republic dog."
Lockdown knew it was his end and accepted it with resignation...
Two shots hit the machine's chassis, making it stagger backward, then a blurry form jumped over him, and a green blade sliced the droid in two.
General Eeth Koth pushed the severed droid away with the Force, projecting the body onto other droids.
"LET'S GO SOLDIERS! DON'T GIVE UP!", shouted the general, deflecting incoming blaster shots. A rocket was fired at him, but the Jedi stopped it with the Force and sent it back. The building, already heavily damaged, couldn't take any more and collapsed in a cloud of dust.
"FORWARD! TO VICTORY!"
"OYA!"
Replied all the clones in a formidable war cry, before emerging from their cover and unleashing their hatred on their enemies with blaster fire.
Some were killed, others fell wounded. The general himself charged, his emerald blade cutting down droids left and right, parrying shots aimed at him with graceful movements, sending them back to their senders, and pushing others with the Force. An easily recognizable voice among all shouted then.
"YOU HEARD THE GENERAL! FORWARD!"
Captain Lock passed in front of him, jumping over a wall before firing his blaster carbine one-handed, dodging shots by leaning. A squad was right behind him, and a medic stopped next to him.
"Go ahead, I'll take care of him."
Lockdown glanced at his brother on the ground before nodding, retrieving his weapon, and jumping over the wall. He still had a lot of work to do, and he wasn't ready to dawdle anytime soon...
End of Flashback...
…
The Vandor campaign had been a very tough campaign. Just at the landing, they lost nearly 46 men. By the end of the campaign, after combined battles with the 41st Corps, they only had about 32 men left out of 144. Lockdown continued to reflect on that campaign, on the battles he had experienced, as he finished telling their cover story...
Recovery Girl stared at him with empathetic eyes.
"It's not easy living through that... Barely created and already thrown into the middle of carnage..."
She sighed…
"I understand better now where you got these skills from… And why you wear this equipment… You've experienced things that many pros haven't, and as children…"
Lockdown nodded sadly but responded.
"It's okay, ma'am… After all, that's why we were created…"
Recovery Girl slowly shook her head.
"I don't believe that. I think you were created to be there to support each other and bring hope to others."
"But… we're just clones… We were made to be expandable." the medclone objected.
"From what I've seen, you're not mere clones, you are full-fledged human beings. And you're not expandable, if you were, you wouldn't care that much about them.", replied the old woman softly, sitting down, "Just because you have the same genes, the same face, doesn't mean you're just clones. Look at yourselves. Each of you seems to have entirely different behaviors. Your teachers have talked about it in the staff room. It's a surprise to many; you are unique."
These words warmed his heart…
"Go ahead, I imagine your brothers will need you for the rest."
Lockdown nodded, but as he turned on his heel and opened the door…
"By the way, if any of you specializing in the medical field need anything or just want to stop by to talk, I'd be happy to welcome you."
The mediclone thanked her and left the infirmary. He had only taken a few steps when the communications beeped.
Lockdown activated them, and the first thing that filled his ears was a chaos of furious, stressed, and worried voices.
"Lockdown here, what's going on?" the medic asked, resuming a professional tone. Amid the mess, he caught the voice of another medic, maybe Fix or Xool.
"It's the captain and Mirdip! Severe second-degree burns on the arm! The armor melted and fused with the captain's skin. And a severe concussion for Mirdip and broken ribs! Both are unconscious and—Oh kriff! CAPTAIN! CALM DOWN! DAMN IT—!", the comms were abruptly cut off, and Lockdown sprinted, damn, what had happened?
/
"VOD! CALM DOWN!", shouted Momo. Lock, despite his burnt arm, was struggling like a furious beast!
"LET ME GO! I'LL KILL HIM!"
He punched Fix, sending the mediclone sprawling backward, and landed an uppercut that knocked Junior out cold. He got up and was about to leap at Todoroki, who stood a bit further away, watching him with a cold, disdainful look.
Shield arrived and grabbed the captain from behind, holding him with both arms. Mirage and Ex arrived from the front, but Lock kicked them both. Though they absorbed the first impacts, the second kicks to their faces made them step back.
Momo dashed in, taking the kicks and grabbing his legs, ending his enraged rampage toward the boy with two-colored hair… Lockdown arrived then, but had to stun the captain to even hope to touch him. Momo released the legs, and Shield gently laid him on the ground. However, the raven-haired girl then turned to Todoroki…
"I heard everything through the microphones in the control room…", the raven-haired girl began coldly, "He has every reason to be angry, and I am too."
The boy's eyes narrowed dangerously, but his gaze bounced off the cold visor of her helmet.
"You have the same attitude as your father. He may be number 2, but his reputation precedes him, and not in a good way. And you act like him. My brother could have died, but you didn't care."
A gleam of hatred appeared in his eyes.
"Don't compare me to him."
Momo didn't care at all and even took a step forward.
"Or what? You can't do anything. Say crap again about my vods and I'll make you eat your ice. You're lucky Ojiro knocked him out, because he would have beaten you up without restraint, all my brothers would have."
With that, Momo turned on her heel without another word and went to kneel by Lock.
Lockdown was already checking the condition of his hand and grimaced.
"It would be better if you went to see Mirdip, vod, I'm going to do something… not very pretty.", advised the medclone, and Momo nodded. She had an idea of what would be done, so yes, it was better for her to go see the flametrooper.
When she approached, Hex was checking his condition.
"So?", asked Momo.
"Concussion confirmed. We've already asked someone to notify All Might, normally, robots should come to pick him up. We'll also take the opportunity to send the captain in the infirmary."
The medclone replied…
Momo nodded.
"Okay. I'll stay with you."
/
After the villains' victory despite this accident, the training continued. The rest of the matches went a bit better but remained intense for everyone.
The students endured the stress caused by the presence of a hostile team roaming the corridors and potentially ambushing them at any moment. They also learned how to take advantage of the terrain and deal with two opponents simultaneously.
The clones who participated learned that the versatility of quirks allowed for things few could expect, forcing them not to focus on a single tactic but always be ready for the unexpected…
/
Shoto was silent. He had always been, nothing new there.
Cold as a glacier, distant with everyone.
Antisocial.
But now, his silence was even more pronounced, and his heart filled with an emotion he thought he could only feel towards his father.
Most of the time, he felt only one emotion towards his classmates.
Contempt.
But now… His anger was boiling his blood.
Yaoyorozu Lock… That… vile worm writhing under his boot to get free… He had insulted his mother, his mother who had suffered too much for her mental health, he knew nothing, his mother was one of the people he loved the most.
Him and his miserable clones. Those inferior beings, just pale parodies of a human being, worse than dogs. He was powerful, far more powerful than all of them combined. He was the product of a perfect fusion, fire and ice in the same body, two opposing elements. One he hated, the other he cherished.
He was the two sides of a face.
His coldness balanced his anger and vice versa.
But the fact that because of him, because of those clones, he almost broke his vow never to use his flames, never in his life, to surpass his father using only his ice, the fact that he had insulted his mother… He was going to make him pay dearly for it.
/
Izuku was nervous… Very nervous. The look Kacchan was giving him, that impatient look, an almost psychotic impatience to unleash his rage, his quirk on him to humiliate and demean him. He vainly hoped All Might had forgotten the match and wouldn't announce it.
"LAST MATCH! TEAM A AGAINST TEAM D AGAINST THE VIGILANTES!"
A smile spread across his former bully's face…
/
-BANG!-
"Target down. Changing."
Another shot, and another criminal fell dead to the ground.
The dock was in flames. The Wasp's base was burning. Since the assassination of their leader and five of their members, this fairly large gang had been harassing their base with short attacks. It was time for the Horn Hunters to strike back, and Unit 539, female personality and specialized in long-range shots, was more than 'happy' to participate.
She adjusted the grass-green cloak on her shoulders and pressed her optics against the scope once more. They hadn't suffered any losses, but this should serve as a warning.
If the Illusion Centurions weren't enough, then 539 was more than willing to make a second one.
Through the scope of her Firepuncher, she saw the silhouettes of the others fighting with ease, twirling between attacks while shooting and striking, their blades glistening in the sun. Suddenly, a sound in the sky caught her attention.
"Aerial vehicle approaching, disengagement necessary."
Indicated 539.
"Received. All units, disengage."
142 responded. In the optics, she saw the others disengage.
Emitting a small sound of satisfaction, 539 stood up… Her audio systems picked up a sound just behind… 539 jumped, doing a backflip over the knife blade that was about to strike her from behind.
The criminal cursed. 539 landed on her legs, crouched, aimed, and fired all in the same movement. The criminal jumped to the side, the discharge missing his hip by a few millimeters.
"BASTARD!", the criminal yelled. He turned, and his knife whistled through the air. 539 ducked under the blade, grabbed the man's wrist, twisted it, eliciting a cry of pain, before grabbing his shoulder with her free hand and forcing him to bend down. His chin met the joint.
Teeth flew, followed by blood. The man screamed. 539 punched him in the nose, breaking it with a horrible crack. The man fell backward, holding his face.
539 approached, lifted a leg, and crushed his skull by stomping on it. She had no remorse or anything that could be assimilated to that sensation.
And that's the end! Hope you enjoyed! Make sure to check the infos I gave.
