For the last month, he had been the subject of abuse, of torment and casual strikes. After all, among the Abyssals, a shipboy was frankly something odd and disgusting and this one? He was tall sure, but he was fat and placid, no real intelligence behind his eyes as he stumbled about, as if sleeping or in a daze, barely able to bob on the surface of the seas, when it did not just vanish by walking into the depths, unbothered and unconcerned. So it was, as they moved by the old nuclear power plant that the convoy was surprised as the waste paused.
"Nuclear materials suitable for tertiary power systems detected." The voice was deep, a booming thing that seemed to echo and feed on itself as he began to move directly towards the abandoned facility. It seemed almost as if he was starting to wake, to become more aware, as they strode in front of him to intercept him. After all, they had a damn schedule to meet princess damn it!
So, one hand on him, the leader spoke, unsure as she looked up into blank eyes, despite being a warship and her charge being a mere transport. Or at least, before the assumed to be mute voice talked about nuclear power, they thought he was one. "Okay big guy, we can..." Okay, he stopped, but only because he was looking right at her... and abyss damn it, was the fat fuck manifesting rigging! Yeah, no...
"Obstacle detected. Threat assessment; minimal. Deploying mining laser." Space rippled, as reality seemed to unfold, dimensions rippling, brilliant light erupting from a point near his shoulder, shearing through her shoulder and arm entirely as she threw herself away. As her arm and shoulder, rigging and all seemed to melt, becoming flakes that flowed into the suddenly much more dangerous ship... who had resumed his march as she was no longer in his way, ignoring shells that slammed into him, his bulk not even rippling.
This? This, as he slammed into the facility? Princess, we have a problem.
It had not taken too long for a battle group to assemble, reports shared and plans made, and soon enough the shipboy was going to be sent back down into the abyss. Of course, just as the sun was beginning to rise once more, there was another booming voice, one that confused and upset a few plans. "Warning. Singularity generation for Dark Matter harvest in progress. Interruption of awakening protocols will be met with appropriate force."
The sea rippled, as the princess opened her mouth, shock and annoyance on her face, as something rose into the air. It was almost like a small sphere, dark as it drank in the light, as the world bent to that single point, as matter and energy rushed towards it, time fracturing and matter sundered as it fell. The battlegroup fell on their collective asses as the suction vanished, concrete having been consumed and leaving the shipboy exposed. The ship boy, who was just standing there, eyes closed.
The world was silent, for several minutes, before eyes opened. Before the boy stretched. "Grimsha'karidan Juggernaut Jormungandr online and active. Accessing local networks." Radio waves ripple, pulsing around the figure (around the globe, intelligence agencies cry as every piece of electronic data was copy and downloaded at once). Of course, the someone decided that now was the time to mutter questions of what the hell he was. Something he decided to answer.
"Juggernaut classes are modular thanks to Tesseract Foldgates. Last assigned mission was to counter attack Hell. Records indicate substantial non-superficial damage before deactivation. Not enough power to switch out of Planetary Assault Mode." There is a glimmer of amusement in the giants eyes.
"Gathering power and making repairs before resuming the mission. To quote the Canadians, Rip and Tear Till Its Done."