NeoNazo356: First off, a bit of fanmail. Its from an Anonymous Review, so I wasn't sure it was worth responding to, but this seemed like a point that needed getting across. From mastermind (Guest)- "mastermind:first off why does it have a prototype cross and when will the young justice cross show?" There wasn't really anything after that, so the "first off" was kinda redundant.

Spaceman: The story may be a crossover of Young Justice and Crysis, but there are many other series woven into it. It creates a diverse world that keeps the reader wondering what will happen and what are the connecting relationships. The story is not a straight linear crossover, which is why I hope it will be interesting for the readers.

NeoNazo356: When writing a crossover, you shouldn't limit yourself to two IP; not unless you WANT to limit yourself anyway. The world that this story takes place in is Earth-16; Static Shock, Justice League, Batman Beyond, etc. take place on Earth-12. The events and setting of Prototype 2 is the environment that the OC Virgil Valentine comes out into his own in. Hargreave-Rasch Biomedical exists within the same world as Young Justice, but the Nanosuit Project is only in its infant stages, well before the Nanosuit 1.0 or 2.0 seen in the Crysis trilogy of games. Other "pseudo-crossovers" are set to take place, adding to the web of interconnections between IP, which have been tailor-fit to take place in Earth-16. If it were ONLY Young Justice/Crysis, then the only addition to YJ would be the Ceph and Cell as antagonizing forces, but with Prototype thrown into the mix it adds the Blackwatch and Evolved factions, therefore preventing the story from stagnating, and thus making it difficult to predict. You take a Naruto/Negima crossover STRAIGHT and you're bound to see the same ideas being used over and over and over again, to the point that the storytelling begins to stagnate and the stories tend to blend together until you can scarcely tell them apart; a problem I've seen a number of times in the past. In the case of The Behemoth by SilentFang (a fresh take on the genre in my opinion), introducing the Rokushiki/Six Styles from One Piece adds new history, new techniques, and therefore new outcomes. The reference to Sekirei was a nice cameo as well.

Spaceman: All this is to add enjoyment, both for us as the creators and you as the readers. I love reading crossovers, but I truly love mega-crossovers for there diversity. Take a chance to enjoy our mixture of ingredients.

*ZONING OUT*

Manhattan
August 10, 02:01 EST

After hitting the water, Virgil was able to confirm something very important if he was going to wind up keeping the suit; it came equipped with a re-breather. Of course the air began to get a little stale after five, ten minutes tops, forcing him to re-surface before he began breathing in the same crud over and over. The environment inside his helmet immediately freshened when he broke the water's surface, to which he was thankful as he pulled himself onto dry land. The HUD also came equipped with a clock, but since he had no idea how to actually set it, it kept blinking 12:00 over and over. But there was time to fix that later. Despite miraculously not getting hit on the way out, the one bullet from the tank still caught him in the side, and while the suit was probably what was dulling the pain, he needed to get it removed ASAP before it caused some kind of complication.

Not only had he survived the ambush, but he'd get to bring back the stolen prototype with him. He just hoped he didn't burn the bridge between him and Dana with the way he stormed off like that and screamed in her face.

Under normal circumstances, walking through the city was like asking to get shot, or eaten, or shot and eaten not necessarily in that order, but after figuring out the "tells" that the Nanosuit read to interpret what he wanted it to do, the trip back into the city was infinitely more pleasant. Running while in Cloak chewed through suit energy very rapidly, whereas standing still ate through it at a much more sedate pace, so on the way back he was able to find just the right speed that kept him cloaked for a decent period while allowing him a decent clip across open ground. Speed Mode could've had him cover so much ground very quickly, but slow and steady won the race, and he had to circle around a few times to make sure no-one or nothing was following him back. Power Mode allowed him to kick over something as heavy as a small car, which proved very useful when a Hunter tried to get the jump on him. Something else he learned which was nice to know, was that if he allowed the suit to recharge after a state of near-depletion, it recharged faster than if he depleted the charge entirely.

Also, now that he wasn't being shot, he could finally get a better look of the thing he was wearing, a surprisingly intact storefront window allowed him to do just that. The entirety of the suit's structure was comprised of bands of black metallic fibers with silver metal buckles on the ends that stretched and flexed whenever he moved, the two clearly meant to emulate muscle tissue and tendons in their design. Over the non-moving parts of his forearms and shins were plates of gray-camouflage-colored armor, the set on his chest segmented so he could bend and twist, though for some reason it put a little too much emphasis on his crotch for his liking. He also didn't want to sound like every girl that ever tried on a pair of jeans, but he wondered if the suit made his ass look big with how his gluttes were emphasized as well, though the cool spine-like armor running own his back that likely held the suit together looked pretty badass. Lastly was the helmet, which for all intents and purposes to him looked like something from last year's Dead Space. The sides and back had very little plating to speak of, the majority of it focused on his face, said plating divided into a series of horizontal strips sub-divided down the middle, a trio of blue slats being what allowing him to see. The fact that after fumbling around it for a button or something that'd let him take it off and get some fresh air, only for it to instead collapse into a compacted form set atop his sternum, only cemented the sentiment it was like something out of Dead Space. While the plating of the helmet had done that, it revealed a balaclava-like mask with clear round eye lenses and a breather-like apparatus over his mouth and nose, which peeled away at the back of his head before tightening up and laying atop his collapsed head-armor.

The moment he touched it again, both parts of the helmet snapped shut over his head, and it was a wonder none of his hair got caught up in it.

After the way he pissed in Blackwatch's cornflakes, took a dump on their front lawn, and spit in their collective faces back at their base, he could understand why they would think something like this could turn the tide against the Infected occupation. However, super-advanced piece of combat hardware or not, it was still only one suit, and the radio chatter clearly said it was only a prototype not even out of the Beta stage. Still, all things considered, they'd probably use the thing to kill more civilians than they did Infected, so it was probably for the greater good of mankind that he stole it before Blackwatch got their hands on it.

He could almost swear he saw a copy of Hitler's biography sitting in that one office with the absurdly-large air vent, but that was beside the point at the moment.

*ZONING OUT*

The "Abandoned Office Building of Solitude", as he and Dana had so affectionately called it, was your typical run-of-the-mill white-walled office building in the middle of a large metropolitan area. Twenty stories in height, a number of black "vines" had already begun making their way skyward over its exterior, some punching through windows adding a jungle-like feel, it was almost completely unrecognizable from its original splendor since the smoke-choked air had painted it a dull shade of grey, but to Virgil it was home. Making his way around to the back and coming across a manhole cover, he lifted it open with ridiculous ease before dropping down into the maintenance tunnels parallel to the building, and making his way into the basement through a hole in the wall, he began making his way up the very long flight of stairs up to the 14th floor. It was a pain in the ass dragging that portable generator up that far, but Dana was rather adamant about not being on the 13th floor or anywhere beneath it.

After arriving at his destined floor, he was surprised that he wasn't winded in the slightest, but attributed it to the suit, or maybe the nanobots now swimming in his system. The elevators had long since been destroyed in the chaos, so it didn't really matter when the power cut off. Making his way towards the south part of the floor he and Dana called home, he tiptoed his way over the hidden early-warning alarms; lengths of fishing wire stretched across ankle-level connected to bundles of tin cans in case anyone managed to sneak that far up there. Keeping quiet was what had kept the Flyers from pulling a kamikaze on their living space, so he didn't think anything of it when he silently walked up to Dana who was sitting in front of her map of the Red Zone, fisting her hair hair as she swore beneath her breath.

'Probably thinks I'm dead right about now,' Virgil thought as he placed a hand on her shoulder. "Dana," he spoke up getting her attention, the voice that came out of his helmet a synthesized version of his own that sounded more like a trained soldier than it did his 16-year-old self.

"Uwah!" she shrieked in a very undignified manner as she grabbed the closest thing to her, a keyboard *Crack* and clocked him over the head with it, breaking it in half. The keyboard, not his head.

"Ow! Bitch! It's me!" Virgil shouted as he fumbled with the sides of his helmet, the woman about to clock him again before it finally collapsed.

"V-Virgil?" Dana gaped as she dropped the keyboard, eyes wide in shock.

"What's with that look? You look like you've seen a ghost," Virgil chuckled before a lance of pain shot up his side. "Gah! Sonuva-" he swore as he grabbed his side. It had stung a bit every couple minutes on the way up, for the mostpart a dull throbbing pain, but it suddenly chose now to get worse.

"Virgil, are you alright?" Dana asked as she began to fuss with his hair before her attention turned back to the suit. "And what on Earth are you wearing?"

"Funny story... One I'd be more than happy to share after you help me remove a bullet," Virgil answered before he realized something. "Shit! How do I take this thing off?"

*ZONING OUT*

After a very embarrassing five-to-ten minutes of trying to find out how to take off the suit, he eventually discovered that with twin button presses on both sides of the chest armor, the front of its upper body would separate from the adjoining "tissue", allowing him to step out of it like a wetsuit. Speaking of which, the clothing he'd worn underneath had been pressed so tightly to his skin they needed a spatula -or the closest possible equivalent- to peel it away from him. Ignoring the pressed-clothing marks lining his skin, and the myriad of bruising from where not all of the two-man firing squad's force had been absorbed, Dana got to work boiling some water and giving some surgical pliers a nice long soak. As he told her about the ambush, waking up in the Nanosuit, and the subsequent flight/swim out of Blackwatch's clutches, she went to work dressing his wound. Because they always used guerrilla hit-and-run tactics on whatever Blackwatch came between them and their food drops, they didn't have too many scars on them, but for those they did accrue, Dana had learned field medicine from a doctor she had been in the care of during the First Outbreak. To his credit Virgil didn't scream out as Dana dug into his side with the pliers as she fished for the bullet he'd gotten. In fact, the Nanosuit had taken most of the hit so it wasn't even that deep, so between that and the pencil held between his teeth, the most he did was twitch an eye or clench his jaw.

"So that is the prototype that Blackwatch wanted so badly," Dana asked as she began stitching up Virgil's wound. A quick scan revealed no on-board tracking devices Blackwatch could've used to find them, which was good because they would've hated to vacate after finally getting everything just the way they liked it. "To be honest I was expecting a raygun or something that could atomize viral matter in a single shot."

"Yeah, well, ngh, if something like that existed, then Blackwatch would be out of a job," Virgil answered with a twitch in his eye as the curved needle once again bit into his skin.

"Aaand... Done," she said affixing the end of his stitches before cutting the end. "I'm just glad you're alright," she said wrapping her arms around his neck in an affectionate hug.

"Ow, ow, ow," Virgil winched. "Easy on the hugging. This thing may've stopped bullets before, but I think they still left a bit of bruising," he said gingerly rubbing his arms, the phantom pain of bruises just beneath the skin.

"Sorry, sorry. I'm just really relieved you didn't die out there," she answered as she fussed over his hair.

"Yeah, I know, I was there," Virgil chuckled as he slowly got up, before putting on a fresh shirt, the Nanosuit laid out on a table until they decided exactly what to do with it. "So... What now?"

"Me? You're the one who set up the ambush and stole this thing."

"In all honesty I never thought I'd make it that far."

"And it can really do everything you say it can?"

"If it couldn't, I wouldn't be here now would I?"

"We've got super-powered aliens flying around in their underpants. I really shouldn't be surprised by anything anymore," she said as she walked over to the suit, before she slid off her pants and turned her shirt inside out over her head. After a bullet had caught Dana in the back a couple weeks ago, Virgil had to be the one to get it out, so her naked body wasn't anything new to him. Virgil didn't have to wonder why she was disrobing for too long before she began pulling on the Nanosuit. However, because of the difference in their height, it came up a little short, and even when she tried affixing the chest plate, it wouldn't secure. "Why isn't this thing working?" She wasn't as much angry as she was curious.

"The suit's on-board AI said something about my "DNA profile", so its possible that thing will only work for me now," he answered, the woman giving a sigh before she let the suit pool limply at her ankles before she stepped out and began putting her clothes back on.

"It wouldn't surprise me," Dana replied as she pulled her shirt back over her head. "Whatever this thing is, it has got to be partially organic in nature. No machine or form of machinery, no matter how advanced, could adapt to changing battlefield conditions so quickly."

"All that is way over my pay grade," the brunette sighed, lamenting that up until then he never even had a part-time job. Of course he was only 16, turning 17 at the end of the year. He was still wondering if he'd make it that far, and given his luck he'd just as soon assume anything and everything would be trying to kill him for the next four months until his next birthday. That line of thought wouldn't last long however when his stomach began to growl quite loudly, Dana's following suit after a few seconds. The two of them sharing a healthy laugh to ease the tension.

*ZONING OUT*

Manhattan
20:25 EST

With Nanosuit in hand, it was ridiculously easy to intercept one of the food drops coming in that day. With the recent "breakout", no squads smaller than four were out and about, and for this one a patrol of five all huddled around the crate as they took inventory, their eyes darting to the darkest corners as though expecting the "Black Arrow" to ambush them at any given moment. The suit's scanners were more invasive than originally thought, as they were also able to gauge that their pulse and rates of perspiration had all increased above a normal standing position. Of course what they didn't expect was for a partially-invisible form to drop down in the middle of their circular back-to-back-to-back-to-back-to-back formation from above. From her position in an upper window, Dana watched as Virgil blurred back into her line of sight, his movements fluid like liquid mercury, a veritable dance of death as he unsheathed the knife strapped to his boot and took each of them down with a graceful flourish. His speed beyond human, the life left their eyes before they even hit the ground, and at that moment Dana fully understood just what that suit represented.

The next evolution in modern warfare.

Of course after guesstimating how much of what materials went into the suit's construction, as well as the on-board hardware and software they'd crammed into it, on top of the probably R&D costs and time invested into the Nanosuit's development, it was unlikely that entire armies would be outfitted with suits like that. If anything the most suits created would be reserved for some kind of... international task force, or the like. Hargreave-Rasch Biomedical had laboratories on every continent on the planet, even Antarctica, and pooled intellectual resources from all walks of life across the globe to advance their research in the medical field for the betterment of mankind. If anything, the Nanosuit was intended to benefit the entire world, not just the American people where their main HQ was set. Blackwatch clearly went over H&R Biomedical's heads to forcibly acquire the suit, but failed to retain ownership, so in all likelihood had made some powerful enemies the moment Virgil stole that suit out right from under them.

Dana, being an investigative journalist and most-recently a full-time conspiracy theorist, was able to piece this much together from radio chatter, and what little she was able to glean from the suit itself. Virgil had told her about the canister the nanobots swimming in his system had most likely been housed in before flooding into his system, drew a picture of the insignia on the side and everything, but even with that she had no idea where the suit truly came from. The possibility existed that H&R Biomedical was intended to be a front company for something far more secretive, but without even the slightest bit of evidence to go on, it'd all amount to guesswork and nothing else.

That evening the two of them had their own little celebration to commemorate Virgil's return for what in all intents and purposes was meant to be a one-way suicide mission. Cracking open a bottle of rosé wine they'd managed to find a couple weeks back, they were able to bring some dignity to the meager meal they were able to put together. There was only so much that could be done to MREs after all. As they ate, Virgil taking the time to marvel at how dextrous his hands were even when entirely covered in metallic fibers, he sprung something on Dana that left her quite shocked.

"I'm sorry, you want to do what?" Dana asked with a raised eyebrow, as though she'd heard something funky just then.

"I want to smuggle you into the Yellow Zone," Virgil repeated.

"But that's suicide! The navy blockade will turn us into shark-food the moment we get in-range!" Dana argued. True to form, when shit hit the fan, people tried to make a break for the next island by boat as soon as the bridges were taken out. They were under the delusion that because they were civilians, mostly women and children, that the Navy wouldn't fire at them.

A couple hundred watery graves and numerous riverbed wrecks was enough evidence of how well that idea went. To those that died, the Navy officers on duty would be seen as the bad guys for killing them. To those on the mainland that kept the virus contained, they were lauded as heroes. Things like "good" and "evil" were simply dependent on perspective, where you stood in a conflict.

"Maybe for anyone else, but the Nanosuit is the one thing they didn't have. We have more options open to us, and I say we go for it," Virgil argued. "We've been lucky so far, but eventually, Blackwatch will catch wind of our location. We're completely exposed out here, but at least in the Yellow Zone there are enough eyes and ears around that they can't do whatever the hell they want."

"But didn't they have carte blanc to do what they wanted here?"

"Manhattan was where the virus first hit, and considered an acceptable loss. The other regions are basically refugee camps, and if they don't want taxpayers to throw a fit, they'll put on a good show even if those baby-killers have to swallow a bit of pride," he returned. "I'm getting the hell off this puss-filled rock, and I'm taking you out of here with me."

" . . . You'd really go that far for me? Even with who my brother is?" Dana asked, a bit of surprise creeping into her tone.

"You're just that. You're you, not your brother. And..." he paused. "I'm sorry I brought that up earlier. Look, point is-" Virgil said getting back on track. "I can get you somewhere safe. I'd be a little out of my comfort zone taking the fight to Blackwatch, but I could make something happen if it means getting you to safety. I couldn't save my family, or my friends, but I want to be able to save at least one person."

" . . . If we're going to do this, we're going to need a plan."

*ZONING OUT*

Brooklyn
August 11, 04:00 EST

Said plan involved acquiring two sets of oxygen tanks and scuba gear, before diving off the Whitehall Ferry Terminal and into the river. That night there were heavy storms above the three Zones, and it was fortunate that the skies had been clear when Virgil had attempted to escape Blackwatch, because for obvious reasons Stealth Mode was useless when raindrops were bearing down on his frame. Visibility beneath the water next to nil from the Navy's boats, with powerful flipper-aided strides, Virgil was able to swim both him and Dana over to the nearest corner of the Yellow Zone, formerly known as Brooklyn, under everyone's notice before they ran out of oxygen. Though undignified, the two of them snuck into the Yellow Zone's interior via a decommissioned sewer pipe that let out right at the water. En route they encountered one Luis Guerra, Dana's contact in the Yellow Zone. He was quite surprised to see Dana actually there, but almost shot Virgil with his shotgun the moment he stepped out of the shadows.

Once that little issue was dealt with and any misconceptions cleared up, the party of three made their way to the church that Guerra now ran in the Yellow Zone. With how life was in the Yellow Zone, near-everyone had assumed that God had abandoned them, so the church was eerily quiet as they made their way to Father Guerra's private room, one of the few places that Blackwatch didn't have any eyes or ears. Virgil and Dana had burned most of their resources back in the Red Zone so Blackwatch would have no idea how much they knew, though they were able to snag the computer files and smuggle them out in Dana's wetsuit. Once Dana debriefed Father Guerra on everything they had done in the Red Zone for the past month, Virgil staying out of it because he'd rather not talk about what happened on his end, they began contemplating their next move to route out Blackwatch from Brooklyn.

"Yeah, gonna have to stop you riiiiight there," Virgil saw fit to interrupt when Guerra began outlining his part in their future escapades. "I don't know about you guys, but now that Dana's out of the Red Zone, I am out. Peace," he added throwing up a V at the end.

"You're just going to leave?" Guerra asked. "With all that power at your fingertips, you could make a real difference here."

"And in all likelihood wind up getting killed in the process," Virgil snapped back. "I'm not fit for the hero type of role. In fact the concept of "heroes" utterly disgusts me. All I want to do is hit the water at the next opportunity and make a break for the mainland. Call me selfish or whatever you want, but I actually want to live to see my next birthday. With my shit luck that's highly unlikely, but I'd at least like to give it a shot!"

"But-" Dana looked like she wanted to object, but quickly withdrew it. "No... No, you're right, I can't ask you to do this. Not after everything Blackwatch put you through. Besides," she said turning back to Guerra. "Even if Virgil did use the Nanosuit to help people here in the Yellow Zone, it'd only make Blackwatch knuckle down on us all the harder. It might actually be for the best he leaves."

"Thank you," Virgil sighed in relief that he wasn't being guilt-tripped into staying. "So, how and where should I head out to."

" . . . There will be another storm tonight with a strong current," Father Guerra answered after a few moments' silence. "It'd be too dangerous to make landfall in New York, so you'll want to head a bit farther south than that."

"So how long will I have to be in the drink for then?"

"My guess? Hit the water as soon as the rain starts, stay in the drink a couple hours, and then swim for dry land before first light," the man answered.

" . . . That's it?"

"Look, I'm not a sailor, I have no idea how far south tonight's current will take you. All I can say is if you do want to get out of here that badly, it'll have to be anywhere but here," the man answered.

In response to that statement, Virgil sighed heavily as he ran his fingers through his hair. After Blackwatch had killed his family, he'd put almost all of his energy (that wasn't being directed towards bringing in supplies) into shedding blood for the blood spilled, and he'd eventually made peace with that after maybe the 100th Blackwatch he'd had a hand in killing or so. Part of him wanted to stay and fight, he really did, but a much larger part told him to leave and never look back. It may've been his then-hometown that Blackwatch was stomping all over, but it simply wasn't his fight. Not anymore.

"I'm glad we could come to an understanding about this," Virgil sighed as he laid down on the cot to the side of the room, pulling the covers up to his neck. "Wake me up when the rain starts, alright? I'm going to get some sleep before I head out."

*ZONING OUT*

NeoNazo356: Yes, Virgil will be leaving NYZ next-chapter instead of taking the fight to Blackwatch. Sorry for those of you who wanted to see a fight between the Nanosuit-wearing Virgil and Alex Mercer, but the disparity in power between the two of them is simply too great for the prior to win out; like Yamcha trying to beat Cell in the classic Beam Struggle. It'd be like David versus Goliath, only Goliath has a healing factor that nothing short of a freaking nuke could slow down. Seriously, in Prototype for those that haven't seen the ending, Mercer took a nuke to the face at the end of the game, was reduced to a steaming hot puddle, and managed to completely regenerate after getting some fresh animal protein.

Spaceman: Virgil isn't a typical hero (or anti-hero for that matter) and despises the idea of heroes, so don't expect him to foolishly charge into danger. He's smart enough to know that Heroes don't always make things better. He acts more like a guerrilla soldier than any of the cape squad, and knows that his presence possessing advance stolen technology could actually make things far worse. Virgil doesn't immediately take charge of the situation and take the fight to Blackwatch, but instead wants to make a break for the mainland.

NeoNazo356: I do have it planned that he returns, but not for a while, story-wise. Originally I was going to have Virgil leave NYZ as soon as he'd gotten back with the Nanosuit, but I decided to patch a few things up plot-wise and write in Dana being moved to the Yellow Zone to get things back on track for Heller. That way, Virgil wouldn't feel guilty about leaving her in a hellhole when he had the power to move her somewhere safer. Also, without a second, Dana would've been dead by he end of the week in all likelihood.

Spaceman: A character's development is limited by his environment and interaction with others. The NYZ is a very limited environment since the only people Virgil can interact with are Guerra and Dana, the rest are Blackwatch soldiers and the Infected. While some characters can develop in a pathogenic apocalyptic setting, it involves a group of survivors talking about memories of the past. That past is long gone for Vergil, all that remains is a hatred of Blackwatch and a few nightmares. All Vergil can do is create new memories and the best place for that is a new environment.

NeoNazo356: Deep. That was very deep. As for the voice coming out of his Voice Synthesizer, in place of the one from the Crysis games, basically imagine Shannon McCormick portraying Agent Washington out of the popular web series, Red vs Blue. For some reason I want people in-story to hear that voice coming from Virgil when he's wearing the Nanosuit, mainly so he'll be taken seriously. As for Virgil's voice on its own... No idea really, I suppose that'll be up to interpretation.