"When extreme emotions meet pure Void Energy, they can change reality, bend and break the laws of nature."
-The Lotus, Operation Citrine's Last Wish
"Survive," Morgan commanded Tyl. Every cell in her body burned as she poured all her energy into saving the Grineer scientist. She knew she wouldn't survive whatever was happening. She could see reality itself cracking as the Void collided with it.
'Tyl, I can't say I always enjoyed your company, but thank you. For everything. I hope that my sacrifice gives you a chance to live, even if you are Grineer."
She screamed as her body disintegrated into a shower of sparks.
[I-Island, Somewhere in the Pacific Ocean, April 25, 2242]
While a mysterious storm raged over Japan, a single lightning bolt struck the island-shaped ship. This bold wasn't like the others, for it carried the last wish of a girl. A wish for a particular scientist to have a chance to live. And it sensed something familiar that drew it to I-island…
David Shield was awoken by the sound of thunder. He'd taken Melissa down to see the new lab that had just been constructed. It was a joint partnership of I-Island and the American military to create power armor and support gear for heroes and police officers. The designs were loosely based on the UGs, or Unmanned Gear that most hero schools used for training.
The lab was far enough underground and soundproofed to the rest of the Island. He shouldn't be able to hear thunder.
Which meant that something was very wrong.
He stumbled from the desk he'd fallen asleep at. "Melissa!" She wasn't there. She'd probably continued to tour the labs after he'd tapped out for the night.
Boom!
An explosion rocked the lab, and the alarms began to blare. "Melissa! Where are you!"
He heard his daughter scream across the building, as well as the sound of gunfire.
Tyl groaned as he stumbled to his feet. His vision was fuzzy, and his helmet was cracked. Something felt off. He didn't feel the hum of his cybernetics that kept him alive. His body felt… better. Different. But most important was the silence in his mind.
He no longer heard the voice of the Grineer queens echoing in his head. His mind was clear of their influence as well as the insanity brought about by his own self-experimentation.
He took a deep breath, air filling his now fully organic lungs.
Melissa slowly backed away from the man who had appeared when a bolt of lightning tore through the ceiling, leaving a massive hole in the roof. He hadn't noticed her yet. 'He doesn't look like any of the heroes stationed here. Is he a villain?'
Unknown to both of them, the Void-infused lightning had shorted out the security systems. It also activated the bootup sequence of the prototype armored mechs in the the mechs weren't equipped with any heavy ordinance, only small guns for test firing. They were meant to be piloted by a human but also possessed a simple AI for self-locomotion.
An AI that had been corrupted by an otherworldly power that no longer existed to control it
Whiiiir! Tschzz-chk!
Tyl turned toward the noise as the mechs' lights turned on. "Morgan?" He questioned. Cowering near the now-activated mechs was the same Tenno who saved him… except she looked different. She was wearing a white shirt with a pink coat and a plaid bow on her chest. "What are you wearing?"
'Who the hell is Morgan? What is he saying?' Melissa thought, her fear momentarily overtaken by confusion. He wasn't speaking English and seemed to think she was someone named Morgan. He was nearly as tall and muscular as Uncle Might and covered in blue armor plates. The man stared at her with the glowing yellow eyes of his cracked helmet.
THUD! THUD! THUD! THUD!
Melissa jolted at the noise, turning her head slowly to see the mechs had detached themselves from the walls. Something was wrong with them. They were twitching, traces of electricity sparking off them.
"Targets Identified. Open fire!"
Tyl raised his fists as bullets began to pepper his armor. He heard the girl scream over the sound of gunfire. Thankfully the rounds weren't strong enough to penetrate his armor, but the high rate of fire was slowly chipping away at the alloy plating.
Fwoosh!
He was caught off guard as one of the mechs boosted toward him, punching him in the gut and knocking the wind out of his lungs. The armor was cracked where it hit. 'Forgot… what having lungs felt like!"
He grabbed the machine gun mounted on the mech's arm and tore it off. They weren't nearly as tough as something that the Corpus made but they were still dangerous. Thankfully they weren't geared for melee combat and it looked like they were meant to be piloted. That meant that the area where the pilot was supposed to be was the weak spot. He hit the mech with an uppercut through the cabin, punching its head out from underneath. The mech slumped over and caught fire.
They weren't particularly tough, but they were also suffering from the effects of Void corruption. He'd need to be careful. Tyl looked over to see the girl crawling away from one of the approaching mechs with a terrified expression on her face. Why wasn't she using her powers to blast the machine into a smoldering scrap pile? Also, how was she even alive? He watched her disintegrate before his very eyes!
Unless this wasn't the same girl. Her outfit was different. Her demeanor was different. Hell, he didn't even know where he was! The tech in the mechs was woefully outdated from just a glance.
Melissa's breathing intensified in her panic. The prototype Hardsuit was lumbering toward her. It raised its machine gun and aimed it at her chest. "Stop! Disengage!" She screamed. 'Dad… I'm sorry.'
Tyl heard the girl crying as the mech raised its gun. A second one grabbed him by the arm while he was distracted. He acted without thinking, raising his now flesh and blood arm and pointing it at the mechanized suit about to kill the Morgan-lookalike. He hadn't had time to process that his arms and legs were now fully organic instead of the Knux gauntlets and metal struts that he'd replaced the rotting nubs with. What he did was purely out of battle instinct bred into him and practice.
His right arm detached at the elbow and rocketed straight through the armored plating, leaving a massive gaping hole. He felt some pain in his knuckles from the impact, but his gauntlets were reinforced for that exact purpose which was the only reason the bones in his arm didn't fracture.
Tyl Regor! His quirk: Missile Wrist!
His arms can detach at the elbow and be controlled like a guided missile! They have little thrusters built in that run on hydrogen. If he uses his quirk too much he gets dehydrated. His fists can be controlled telepathically and can turn on a dime. If he loses them they won't grow back though. Pretty cool, huh?
It was a strange feeling to experience pain in his limbs again, but Tyl didn't let that distract him. The two remaining suits were focused on the girl, and she had no way to defend herself. He was down an arm as his right fist had embedded itself in the wall.
'What the hell am I doing?' He slid in front of the girl, bullets bouncing off his armor. He held out his arms with his back to the mechs, shielding her from the fire. 'This isn't like me. Why am I saving her?' Tyl never cared about anyone but himself or his fellow Grineer. The alliance with the Tenno girl was purely out of necessity to survive. There were times he almost killed the Tenno when she got snarky with him. Every time they interacted it had filled him with disgust to have to associate with a non-Grineer.
But now? He didn't feel any of that hatred. When Morgan sacrificed herself to save him from whatever was happening… he felt something in his rotten heart. That same feeling made him want to stop this girl's death. It was so… anti-Grineer of him.
A bullet managed to crack the armor and pierced his side. "Rahm!" He couldn't protect the girl and destroy those proxies at the same time.
Suddenly, a massive blast of electricity flew past him and fried both the mechs behind them, sending them teetering over, convulsing and bursting into flame. "What!"
Melissa and Tyl looked at the door. A man wearing a black and yellow bodysuit and a red cape.
UK #2 Hero: Elecplant! His quirk lets him generate electricity! He's like a living power plant!
A few moments earlier…
David ran toward the sound of gunfire. His little girl was in danger. "I need all available heroes and personnel down to lab seven in the ArmsTech labs!" He yelled into his radio. "We have some sort of malfunction with the Hardsuit prototypes!"
"This is Elecplant, I'm already inside and will meet you there!" The American hero said. "Security is also en-route."
The electric hero slid around the corner in a full sprint. The gunfire was still ongoing, hopefully, a sign that whoever was in the lab was still alive. They wouldn't be firing on something that wasn't a threat. The automatic door slid open as he sprinted in. Inside a large man in dark blue armor crouched over Mr. Shield's daughter, shielding her from the gunfire. Part of his right arm was missing, but there was no visible injury so it must be part of his quirk. Behind him were two of the prototype combat suits.
Elecplant wasted no time, channeling his electricity into two lightning bolts that instantly fried both the remaining mechs. "Dual Lighting!"
Both bots hit the ground with a loud thud, circuits catching fire. Elecplant looked around the room for additional threats. The other two Hardsuits were already destroyed when he got here. One sported large fist-shaped imprints and was missing its head, the other had a massive hole through its torso. Embedded in the wall was a blue armored fist with a thruster fused to the flesh. He was right about the big guy's quirk then.
"Melissa!" David yelled as he charged into the lab.
"Papa!" Melissa scrambled to her feet to the safety of the hero and her father.
Tyl was too exhausted to stop her. His back was sore and he was pretty sure that bullet hit something vital. Oh. Yes, it did. Stomach wound. 'Wait. I have a stomach again?'
The Grineer scientist coughed up some blood which began to leak out of his faceplate. 'Well. This is less than ideal. Fool. Should've let the girl die.'
Why did he feel guilty for thinking that?
He should probably do something about that gunshot wound though. 'I believe I'm starting to pass out from blood lo-'
Thud!
The blue-armored man slammed face-first into the lab floor with blood leaking from his helmet and back. The rear of his armor was heavily dented and cracked from the sustained gunfire with a single oozing hole.
"Call a medical team, NOW!" David shouted to the hero.
"They are already on their way. Who is that guy? Is he a hero visiting?" Elecplant asked.
David shook his head. He knew all the heroes that were stationed or visiting the island. This man he'd never seen before in his life. Both men looked at the massive hole in the ceiling. That was probably how he got in here. Was he a villain? A thief? He wasn't sure.
The only thing he knew is that this man had saved his daughter's life.
[I-Island Security Office, Somewhere in the Pacific Ocean, April 28, 2242]
Very few people tried to break into I-Island. The mobile city had security on the same level as supermax prisons like Tartarus in Japan. No one had ever actually breached the island's security from the outside, and people who tried to sneak out had always been caught.
"What do you mean you have no idea how he got in?" David asked the security officer. "He melted through fifty feet of steel and concrete and you have nothing?"
The woman shook her head. "All we have is the surface camera footage, sir." She plays the video from outside.
It's a calm night. Nothing seems out of the ordinary. After a few seconds, the screen lights up with a flash and the sound of thunder echoes through the speakers. All that is shown after that is the hole it left in the street.
"So the only thing we have is a lightning bold on a night without a cloud in the sky?" He wiped the sweat from his brow.
"Yes sir." She replied nervously. "The closest storms were in Hawaii, Guam, and the Philippines, plus there was one that sprung up out of nowhere in Japan around the same time."
"And yet there wasn't a cloud in the sky. You said all the others were actual storms." He pulls up the medical record from the man's surgery. "He doesn't have a weather quirk, he has a mutation in his arms that lets him launch them. Plus, the only thing he had on him was his armor, which by the way is made out of some of the sturdiest carbon-steel alloy I've ever seen!" He puts his hand on his face. "The board is hounding me for answers and we have nothing on him! Not even in the international quirk registry. It's like he doesn't exist! And he's still recovering from the surgery without saying a word. The only reason we haven't shipped him off is because we need to make sure he doesn't leak anything."
David had been pressured the last few days by investors and the board. They weren't happy that someone had breached I-island's infamous security. The US government wanted him since he broke into a military research lab, but they couldn't take him because I-island was neutral. David couldn't even have him shipped off somewhere on the off chance he would share how he got inside in the first place.
That and the man had saved Melissa's life.
This was becoming quite the headache.
[I-Island Brig, Somewhere in the Pacific Ocean, April 28, 2242]
Tyl paced around the holding cell they had placed him into following his surgery. They'd confiscated his armor and given him meager cloth garments to wear. It was humiliating. At least they let him keep his arms, not that he could use them thanks to the shock collar on his neck. Oh, he'd tried to use his newfound power, but the moment his arm separated he'd been knocked unconscious by the device.
At least what they'd been feeding him was far better than anything he'd eaten before. Having functional taste buds and a stomach was an unusual feeling but he was beginning to like it. Normally he would only be eating the processed protein slurry that most Grineer had to eat. It was full of the nutrients that they needed to survive and also one of the only things that their rotting/cybernetic stomachs could process.
Void forbid he be one of the soldiers stationed at the Kuva Fortress. He'd heard… stories about the dead being processed into the meals. Now that he thought about it, that explained a lot about the Worm's increasingly erratic behavior. Even if they cooked the cloned flesh, the sheer amount of chemicals and mutations in it still couldn't be healthy to eat.
"Not like I'm much better." He said out loud. He was used to talking to himself in the labs. "Pretty sure my treatments didn't help my mental state…" He wasn't exactly mentally stable even before he experimented on himself and the Manic treatment had made him worse. Single-minded in his focus on saving the Grineer race no matter the cost. For the Queens. For his brothers and sisters. Nothing else mattered. So what if others died? They weren't Grineer.
"Is that what you really believe, or do you just think that because you were engineered to?!"
So why did he keep remembering what the Tenno said before she died? Why didn't he feel that burning hatred for anything that wasn't like him?
He didn't feel a lot of things anymore. The pain from the clone rot was gone. He was now fully flesh and blood barring the thrusters inside his arms. How it was possible to have mechanical objects integrated into his biology baffled him. They weren't cybernetics. While he couldn't use the thrusters he could still detach the arm and could feel things through it even if it wasn't connected to his body.
Fascinating.
He also didn't feel, well, any sort of loyalty to the Twin Queens. The subservience encoded in his genes was gone. All he felt was a sense of loathing toward them.
"You're just another number to the Queens. You're disposable—a weapon, just like we were for the Orokin!"
He wasn't sure what he disliked more: the Tenno, or the fact that she had been right. It was absolutely infuriating.
Tyl looked at his new body. All that hard work to cure Cloning Decay Syndrome and here he was, fully restored. He would have to check his DNA once (if) he got out of here to confirm, but he was near certain that he was cured.
If he was cured, what would he do? He'd dedicated his whole existence to that goal. Was he the only one who was cured? If all the Grineer that survived had the same thing happen to him, what was the point of all his years of research?
He didn't know.
[I-Island Academy, Melissa Shield's Lab, May 1, 2242]
Melissa slumped over the lab table. After recovering from the shock of the incident a few days ago, she'd requested to study the armor of the strange man who saved her. Her father had been able to pull a few strings and granted her access to one of the man's gauntlets. The rest were locked up as evidence. The other scientists had examined it and found that the armor was made of some sort of carbon-steel alloy that they'd never seen before. It made the armor incredibly durable to impact, especially around the fists. Maybe she could use it as inspiration for an arm support item?
Knock knock knock!
"Melissa, sweetheart, how are you doing?" David stepped into the lab holding two cups of coffee.
David had been taking a lot of time off recently after Melissa was nearly killed. He somewhat blamed himself for leaving her alone in the lab, despite having no way of knowing something like this would happen.
Melissa gladly took the coffee as her dad sat down next to her. "Fine, I've been trying to figure out how this armor works. I've already scanned a sample of the metal…"
David smiled. It was nice to see his daughter engrossed in her work. But he knew she was just distracting herself from her near-death experience. She still hadn't talked to him about it.
"That's not what I meant. It's been nearly a week Melissa, we need to talk about what happened."
Her hands started to shake and she set down her tools. "I- I almost died, dad." She whispered. "If that man hadn't been there, I would be dead. I couldn't do anything to stop it. All I did was try and hide."
He wrapped his daughter up in a hug as she began to cry. "I know, sweetie. It's alright. You're fine." He stroked her hair to calm her down like he used to do when she was little.
Melissa cried into his shoulder for a few minutes before she let go. Having a snot-covered shirt was a small price to pay to make sure his daughter felt safe.
"Papa?"
"Yes, sweetheart?"
"Have you found out anything about the man who saved me? I wanted to thank him." Melissa asked.
David sighed. "Well, it's complicated…"
[I-Island Brig, Somewhere in the Pacific Ocean, April 29, 2242]
Tyl had been cuffed and escorted to another room by two armed men. This was the third time he'd been brought to what he presumed was an interrogation chamber.
His mood hadn't improved though. Whatever language these people were speaking wasn't any he recognized. He didn't leave Uranus often but he still knew the basic languages of the Origin System, and this wasn't one of them. To his exasperation, he still didn't know where the hell he was. What planet was it? Was he on a ship? He had no void-damned idea!
It wasn't like he was just going to give them any information though. He'd been trained to resist interrogation. They weren't torturing him or putting him in some information extraction device which was odd. That's what the Corpus or Tenno would do to a captured Grineer at least. Interrogation was never really his department though.
Tyl was expecting the same middle-aged interrogator. "Here he comes. I can hear his footsteps…'
A man with a green insect head walked in.
What the fuck.
That was not a human. It couldn't be. It had a bug head and was wearing a suit and tie.
Very few things could catch a man like Tyl Regor off guard, and this certainly was one of them.
World Hero Association Investigator Daniel wasn't sure what to expect when he'd been assigned to interrogate someone who broke into I-Island. The mantis-quirked mutant had been told this man wasn't responding to any attempts to communicate with I-Island security, so he'd been sent to sort out the mess. They needed to know how someone got that far into I-Island undetected until the last minute.
Daniel's quirk, along with giving his head the physical appearance of a praying mantis also let him smell emotions with his antennae. It was helpful with interrogations but not as effective as someone with truth-detecting quirks. Those were pretty rare. The only one he knew of was that one guy he'd met in Japan while debriefing All Might a few years ago. He would've been a great agent for the WHA. Such a shame he was content being an investigator for the Japanese Police Force.
{}Confusion/Curiosity/Alarm{}were the emotions coming off the man. He looked just like his mugshot. Bald, orange eyes with black-grey sclera, and a muscular build. The man's quirk was registered as "Missile Wrist" which allowed him to fire off his arm at the elbow like a rocket. "They should've called it missile arm. It doesn't launch at the wrist. Figures they probably named it that since it sounds cooler." He shook his head. It wasn't his place to critique quirk names. He was here to find out what this man knew and go home.
Daniel clicked his mandibles anxiously as he reported to Mr. Shield and his boss on the video call. "I got nothing."
"Nothing? You were in there for two and a half hours!" David facepalmed. "What exactly did you accomplish then?"
"I went through all the questions, he didn't answer but I could smell his feelings. He was very confused. I don't believe he understands what I'm asking him. I tried running through most of the world's most common languages on my phone and smelled the same for each one."
The man on the other end of the screen shook his head. "So this was a waste of time then? What are our options? We can't extract him from the island in case he leaks any information he may have obtained, and the Americans are getting on our asses about the damage he caused to their facility. If you don't do something soon they are going to take custody of him, and you know how the US military gets with interrogations. Allegedly, of course." The man rolled his eyes.
Daniel sighed. "So what are our options then? It will take forever to try to teach him a language, assuming he even wants to talk. By the time he's at a speaking level, he'll be in the US's custody."
David stayed silent for a few minutes while the two WHA officials talked. "I have an idea, it's risky but it would let him speak and understand English instantly if it works." He interrupted.
"What is it?" The man onscreen asked.
"You know the previous headmaster of the Akademiya's quirk, correct?" David asked.
"Yes, her knowledge extraction ability is quite powerful, but I don't believe she would be willing to fly all the way out here on such short notice for something like this."
"Luckily, we don't need her to actually be here," David revealed.
Dr. Kusanali Akasha's quirk was called "Knowledge Collector" which allowed her to copy give and take information from people. She was also able to create something she called "Canned Knowledge" from her body. This allowed anyone who activated it to receive any information inside. She'd donated a few of these to I-Island for them to research, many of which were filled with languages.
However, there was a reason she didn't use the power frequently. The act of using Canned Knowledge could be incredibly taxing on the mind. One scientist had died from a brain aneurysm after he tried to learn high-level chemistry from one of them. If the mind wasn't ready to handle large amounts of complex information it could be fatal. Another reason was that new discoveries were always changing science, and the Knowledge inside the crystals was just information. It didn't necessarily have to be correct information and was only representative of the time it was extracted. The quirk was extremely useful in theory, but impractical and dangerous as a method of easy learning.
But languages were simpler, as long as you didn't try to do a complex one or multiple in succession. David himself had used the Mandarin Canned Knowledge to make his dealings with the Chinese easier, and Melissa used the Japanese one to learn her honorary uncle's language faster. The only drawback either of them had was a migraine for a few days and a nosebleed.
"We have a few crystals from her quirk here. We could use them to instantly teach him English with only a slight risk to the subject's health." David said uneasily. "However, we don't exactly have a way to tell him what is going to happen or for him to consent to it."
The WHA administrator was silent for a moment. "I'm giving you permission to do it. Make sure it's as safe as possible."
Tyl had waited in the room for hours. It was a longer break than he thought it would be. He was still reeling from seeing the bug-man. Oh, how he would love to dissect him and see what makes him tick. He must be some sort of alien. Did that mean the people here weren't humans but some sort of conglomerate of nonhuman species? The inner scientist within him was buzzing with excitement at the prospect of analyzing all those genes. He'd renewed his sense of purpose. He'd wondered what he would do since he most likely didn't need to cure his disease anymore and now he finally had the answer.
He still had questions about where he was. Maybe another galaxy? Void travel was weird.
The metal door to the interrogation room opened again. The bug man was back, along with the man he'd seen before he passed out with light brown hair. The latter was carrying a reinforced briefcase with him. Tyl warily watched the man set the briefcase down and entered a code into it. It popped open to reveal a bright green crystal object inside a metal holster. The man put on some gloves and removed the crystal, placing it in front of Tyl.
Did they want him to have it? Why was he wearing gloves when he touched it? He could reach it even with the cuffs on, but what if it was something dangerous? Clearly, it wasn't radioactive or they'd be wearing some sort of protection.
Seeing his discomfort, the man removed the glove and placed his bare hand on the object, flinching temporarily on contact but otherwise, he was unharmed.
He would prefer to study the crystal before he touched it, but that confirmed it was safe.
So he placed his hand on it-
ABCDEFGHIJKLMNOPQRSTUVWXYZ!
Tyl's head jerked back and his hand tightened around the surprisingly sturdy crystal like he was being electrified, locking his muscles in place. New words, or the equivalent of ones he already knew, filled his mind rapidly.
David and Daniel watched nervously as the man spazzed out once he touched the Canned Knowledge. It wasn't the worst reaction to receiving knowledge he'd seen so that the man would be fine. He'd probably be nursing a wicked headache though. The orange-eyed man let go of the crystal after a few seconds.
"Aaaaaaaargh! That is a special kind of pain!" The man yelled. He had a surprisingly deep booming voice when he actually spoke. He wiped some blood leaking from his nose on his arm.
The bug man slid a cup of water across the table for him to drink. He hadn't noticed how much he was sweating.
"So take it you can understand us now?" The insect chittered.
Tyl gave him a curt nod. "Yes. The process was quite… unpleasant." He let the last word roll of his tongue.
"Apologies, it was the quickest way to get you to speak English." The brown-haired man said.
English. So that was what their language was called.
"I'm assuming since you broke in here you know who I am," the man said. He pointed to the bug man next to him. "This is Investigator Daniel of the World Hero Association. He will be conducting this interview today."
Hero Association? Was that something lost in translation? And why did he think he knew who this guy was?
{}Confusion/Suspicion/Concern{}
Daniel's antennae twitched. 'Odd.'
"I've never seen you before. I have no idea where I am. What planet is this?" Tyl asked.
Both men were taken aback by his response. "What do you mean? We're on Earth, obviously."
It was hard to tell with Daniel's compound eyes but if they were normal they would be bulging.
{}Genuine/Worry/Distrust{}
Earth? Tyl hadn't been there very much. Most of the planet was uninhabitable due to the toxic atmosphere, and it was rife with rapidly growing forests and pockets of infestation. The only real safe spot was near Cetus, otherwise, you would need to set up something to filter the air in the area. Why were they surprised?
David was caught off guard. The man didn't know who he was, and was asking what planet he was on?! He leaned over to Daniel who whispered in his ear.
"He's being serious."
"Why are you acting like this is such a big deal? You have an alien with you." Tyl asked.
Daniel flinched in the offense. "I'll have you know I'm human."
Tyl narrowed his eyes. "Drahkshit. Human genetics aren't compatible with insects. Don't take me for a fool." He forgot that he had thrusters built into his body in his confusion.
"He's telling the truth," David said. "His quirk gives him the appearance of a praying mantis."
Tyl tilted his head. "Quirk?"
Did he not know what a quirk was? "You know, the thing that gives you those jets in your arms? Mine gives me extremely flexible fingers." David explained and wiggled his fingers to demonstrate. The man should know this, seeing as he had his Missile Wrist quirk.
Tyl forgot about that. Why did he have thrusters in his arms? It hadn't exactly been his focus since he couldn't use them with the collar on. Another thing that should be genetically impossible.
David didn't know what to make of this man. He broke into I-Island, saved his daughter, and when interrogated asks what planet he was on and what a quirk is despite having one of his own, then refused to elaborate further.
Investigator Daniel's quirk wasn't much help either. It could tell emotion, but it wasn't a truth quirk. At best he could tell if someone believed what they were saying, or detect intent.
Who was this man?
Tyl isn't exactly the most morally upstanding character in Warframe. He's unhinged but far from the worst considering people like Vay Hek and Dr. Tengus exist. He also has the most admirable goal of curing his clone brothers and sisters (The downside being they are all genocidal and hate everything.)
Obviously having all his genetic programming has changed Tyl a bit along with curing his clone rot (as it will with all the other Grineer who survived). He's not going to be as remorseful as Natah or Ordan were, as you can tell by his struggle to figure out why he saved Melissa and wondering why he's feeling guilty about certain things. He's experiencing emotions that were suppressed for his entire life (or at least suppressed against anything not Grineer). He's also still a bit… Tyl, seeing as his response to seeing Agent Daniel was to think about dissecting him to study his genes. He will get better, but his development will be a lot different than the others seeing as he doesn't really regret most of what he did, even if he realizes it was bad. More Tyl will come later.
The mechs Tyl fought are Hardsuits from the game Blacklight Retribution. Since Metal Gear is part of this setting they would be miniature power suits based on the Metal Gear tech. Without pilots, they are more similar to the Mastiff units from MGR.
When I came up with the plot I wasn't expecting "Void corrupted Hardsuits fighting Tyl Regor" to be a part of it but here we are I guess. These will be important later on.
Tyl's quirk is based on his Knux gauntlets that he can launch in his boss fight. I originally was going to call it "Rocket Fist" but I decided on "Missile Wrist" in honor of my favorite boi from Sonic X.