Chapter 82: Attacking The Haters: Part 01

Chapter 82: Attacking The Haters: Part 01

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"It's time." Cortana warns Hector. On the Space Station, it's easy to lose the notion of time. Not him, obviously, but she said it all the same, it's not because he is an abnormal existence that she can't give him a little of the normal social conventions.

You can still wish a "safe travel" to Superman, even though he is invulnerable. If you stop doing the superfluous things just because they look "useless" you will end up doing nothing.

"Thank you, Cortana." That's why Hector thanks her all the same.

He stands up from his chair, completely stopping his work on the schematics of some medical electrical devices. It's something he can do later anyway, he is simply downgrading his better projects to make it more accessible and consistent with the actual time.

Hector then splits himself with his Bio-fission, now three of him stand there, one becomes Eidolon, in his typical black suit and white hair, a mask covering half his face. The others go for different outfits, the only similarity between them is that they cover the whole body.

The two wear something straight from the DC comics, one in white and silver, with blue highlights, a suit that remembers a cybernetic knight. The other uses a red helmet and tactical clothes with a jacket, also very technological.

Ghost-Maker and Red Hood.

"Time for the street-level personas to make their debuts." Red Hood Hector spins Ebony&Ivory, Dante's signature handguns, on his fingers, the two pistols blurring in a circle for a second before he smoothly puts them on their respective holsters.

"Only as a test, I can always make other personas... the Batman Beyond Suit is practically glaring at me from his capsule." Ghost-Maker Hector checks his two katanas before putting them on the sheaths on his back.

"Master, talk with yourself like that maybe is unhealthy..." Cortana depends while watching the interaction.

The three are not independent clones, it's not different if he grew four extra arms and two heads to become an Ashura, it's just that he divided himself further and is controlling the body parts remotely.

"But this way I'm guaranteed to have an intelligent conversation..." He smirks

"...like that time if you pondered if it would be gay sex or masturbation if you fuck your clone?"

"Touche Cortana, Touche." He says with a smile full of amusement

"Now let's go." Ghostmaker Hector says

"Today is the day that we avoid a lot of dark timelines." Red Hood Hector adds

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Infinity Castle, Armory

"You aren't coming?" Shego turns to Isabella as she finishes putting on her suit. UMF, bulletproof, fireproof, and many other "xxx-proofs"

"No need." Isabella answers as she passes some items to Cassandra who is finishing dressing herself.

"But you want?"

"No to that too." Isabella passes Cassandra her utility belt, and with a wave the wall of the room changes, showing a large assortment of weapons.

Helenas walks to a corner and gets the bolts that she needs for her crossbows.

"I will teleport anything that you to you. That's my job." They have a tracker because of that "Beyond that, I have no interest in killing anyone anymore."

"What a pity, killing is so fun." Shego pouts

"Really?" Helena scoffs as she separates some things in batches, to facilitate Isabella's work

"Nah. Winning is fun, killing is meh." Shego shrugs. She is not a murder-hobo at least.

After adjusting their clothes and gear, they're ready.

Overgrown Rover that was lazily lying on the ground perks up and stands up when signaled by Cassandra, now on her Shadow gear.

"It's time..." Isabella warns them, making the trio, and dog, focus.

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"..." Saeko rests with her eyes closed in a kneeling position.

She is in her full Murasaki gear, except that her mask and her swords lay on the ground close to her.

She calmly stays in place, not moving a muscle, controlling her breath. She knows what she is about to do, what Hector wants her to do... And she will love every second of it.

She will do it without hesitation, she wants to do it, and she will finally let Loose again and slaughter some well-deserving people. She did it before, she knows that her hand will not tremble or waver, and she is well past that.

When she starts...

But these minutes before is Always a trial to her nerves. It doesn't matter how many people she killed or tested her blade against, she can't help but feel a little nervous, feel some trepidation... Like a singer about to perform.

Saeko smiles slightly... Maybe this is a good thing, a sign that the novelty of bathing in violence and becoming one with her blade while sharpening herself against her foes still hadn't worn off.

*Ding* A ping on her wrist and a portal slowly opens in front of her.

"It's time..." She opens her eyes, her heart completely calm.

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On the Sewers

"Go, go, go! If you're not confident about your defense, take armor! If you're not confident about your offense, take a gun!" Callisto shouts to the more than a dozen metas moving around an armory in their hideout "Remember the explanation! Point and shoot!"

"More than expected accepted." Mikhail says in his heavy Russian accent, his arms crossed over his muscular chest.

Most of these people are not different than goons, a riffraff really, he questioned the use of them, but Eidolon said "They're not soldiers, but they're survivors... They're fighters.".

These people lived in a world that hated them, being hunted down, under horrible living conditions... This may be a more valuable experience than formal training. Any training can come later.

Eidolon will observe them, in this little test, to see who has willpower, wits, loyalty, some talents or a good personality to be nurtured. It's time to extend a little more of his olive branch to the people who are not summoned through the Essence.

He also made sure to send them to the most "simple to deal" Hidden base. A place where they only need to go, destroy, and not die

A portal opens close to the group attracting everyone's attention, and from it, a figure entirely clad in white appears. Callisto and the others put their guards up a little, if not for the recognizable portal they would do more than simply put their guard up.

"Greetings, I have been sent by Eidolon. My name is Ghost-Maker."

"...Ghost-manker? Okay..." Callisto drawls "And he sent you why again?" She thought Eidolon would accompany them

"To give the instructions and the necessary information of where we're gonna attack."

"To lead us?" She asks narrowing her eyes

"No." He denies easily "I will work a little independently after passing the information. It's to you and Mikhail to lead this group."

This makes her relax a little, not that she would disobey Eidolon if he said so, but she wouldn't be comfortable in passing the command of her people to a complete stranger, even if Eidolon trusted him.

She took care of most of those metas for a long time, after all.

"Then... Spill it. What are you gonna do?"

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The mood is a little tense on the X-mansion.

Not only some of the inhabitants are a little nervous about the mission that are about to do, but their long-time enemies/rivals are waiting here with them.

"..." It's at least a little awkward.

No one talks because the previous try ended up spiraling into a battle of barbs and sarcastic comments being thrown from side to side. At least Magneto and Professor Xavier are having a civilized talk in the corner.

And Wolverine and Sabretooth are only glaring at each other.

Maybe is all about the baby steps.

The time finally comes. As usual, a sonic boom was the prelude to his arrival, making the people present look up.

Eidolon slowly hovers to the ground, mantle billowing on the wind, even if is not his intention some people can't deny that he looks intimidating. It's probably because of his slightly furred eyebrows when he scans all present with his unblinking eyes, recognizing some important names from Magneto's side.

"Hello there" He greets as he touches the ground "More people than expected, but there's enough hidden facilities for everyone." He says with a hint of humor in his voice

There are almost twenty people from each side. Eidolon also knows that this is not the limit of each of the group forces, Magneto still has some non-combatants like Mastermind and Mesmero, and Xavier has people like Sage and Darwin outside the school. Mystique is not here either.

But is expected that they would keep some reserves, and he would keep some too if he didn't gain new subordinates every month... For him, testing and training his people is more important than hiding something at the moment. And he arranged to his group to act on their own, after all they do not hate the X-men or the Brotherhood.

He stops in front of them, noticing the obvious division between the two groups. This can't do.

"You." He points at one of Magneto's minions "Move here." He moves his index finger to the spot where he wants to stay "And you, here. You, there. You, stay where you are. Jean, here..."

Like a maestro conducting an Orchestra, he moves almost everyone, mixing the two groups.

"I guess that Magneto and Exodus would like to act alone..." He gives the two metas a glance while arranging the groups

"You know about me?" Exodus asks with a raised eyebrow.

"I know everyone here. It's part of my job..." He rolls his eyes "I didn't call anyone by the name before because someone told me that it comes as threatening and intimidating... Do you believe that, Bennet Du Paris?" Eidolon gives the Omega-level mutant a look with a hint of amusement.

"..."

How would he not know one of the few Omega-level mutants officially confirmed by the Marvel Comics? Some gain and lose the title with the change of the writers, like Storm, but Exodus is one of the ones that always kept it.

In a certain isolated forest in Europe, an encampment remains Hidden between the woods. The Sapien League inhabits there, they are a mutant hater terrorist group that attacks and lynches metas and anything related to them, if one needs to compare they would be something similar to the KKK or maybe a random neo-nazi edgy group.

It's not even necessary that such jobless individuals, and barely worth noticing, wouldn't have the capacity to acquire the weapons that they boast on the camp, obviously, someone finances their ventures, using them as paws while instilling hate in the world.

They noticed the abnormality instantly when their radios went haywire, a second later the ground started trembling slightly, but they didn't notice this fact because of the confusion.

This riff-raff of extremists that simply want to see some blood, that was always on the offensive side was not prepared when the tall trees surrounding their camps parts thanks to a big hand moving them out of the way. Like how a hiker would do with some branches, but these are not small branches, they're tall and wide pine trees.

"That..." The first to notice loses his voice, recurring to only pointing at it silently.

Eventually, all of them turned to look at Gigantomachia appearing from the trees, at least 20 m tall looking down on them with a blank look.

"FREAK!!" It's the trumpet that started the chaos. One of them, maybe the most trigger-happy of the band, pulls his AK and starts blasting in Machia's face.

They know him, Machia is somewhat famous as one of Eidolon's people, so it's a testament to their stupidity that they didn't surrender immediately. Or maybe they're cocky, bullies rarely back down unless they see their own blood...

"..." The bullets do nothing to the giant. Even the rocket launcher only dirted him a little.

These people are barely worth noticing, just some young adults who took the "I don't fit anywhere" syndrome to the extreme and ended up here, feeling some sort of companionship over their directional hate, having a place to belong together with other trash.

"..." Trash that Machia was tasked to clean.

The screams, explosions, and gunshots lasted for almost five minutes before the only sound that could be heard was Machia's heavy footsteps, walking through a portal, to the next location.

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This time is on the coast, in a hidden cave below a cliff that makes contact with an empty sea, surrounded by rocks big enough to hide the entrance and to deter any explorer, swimmer, or fisherman.

This cave that stretches inside the earth is the hideout of another meta-hating group, the Friends of Humanity. This group is more "professional" than the terrorists of the Sapien League, they are even recognized as some sort of official pro-human group, having politicians and other important figures connected to them.

Obviously, the public doesn't know half of what they really do and the fact that they're no different from any other extremist violent organization. They are against anything non-human, even aliens, gods, and other beings... But their main focus was on the mutants/metas... For now at least. Who knows how far would they go?

Well, Eidolon knows... And that's why an unidentified object hits the water some kilometers away from the hideout. After that, the said objects move in the direction of the hidden base at an incredible speed, just a little below the surface of the water, like a super-sonic Shark cutting the water.

It weaves through the rocks, unbothered by the water currents, it doesn't go up to breath... It's inhuman. The perfect enemy to these people.

The thing finally reaches its target.

The entrance of the hideout is some good dozen meters above the surface the water in the shape of a rudimentary cave. The boats below show the limits of where an invader can get without inside help, it's a place that you can't attack normally.

*Boom*

The thing breaks out of the water like a missile, jumping and attaching itself to the Cliff, and then it starts climbing easily like a spider.

"Did you guys hear something?" The voice of a watchman asks from the entrance of the cave.

"Yes, the waves crashing against the rocks... it happens all the time." Another says dismissively.

"No... After that... Like... Mechanical... machine sounds..." The first watchman walks to the edge of the cave, cautiously, but still unworried. No one can climb in those conditions without them lowering the stairs or the Elevator.

When he puts his head outside to check below... "Argh-" Something grabs and pulls him before he can even react, his scream of surprise is drowned by the winds.

"We have an intruder! I repeat, we have intruders!" The other guards don't waste time in entering battle mode, shouting at their communicators and pointing their guns at the entrance of the cave

"Wait... those things are not working..." One realizes when they can only hear static.

They suddenly hear a *swish* and a *crank*, making their tension go up a notch.

The thing moved, it passed through the entrance, but it did not enter.

They look confused till they hear a mechanical sound again, above them...

Pointing their guns to the roof they finally spot the enemy...

Shots are fired as the enemy falls on them mercilessly, crushing the ones nearby and then quickly attacking the other in well-practiced and controlled movements. Like a well-oiled machine... Because it is a machine.

The robot removes his hand from the guard's torso and rises to its full height. Sleek black metal covers the humanoid body, its head shining in a blue light, as well as its chest, but the light suddenly turns red.

"Failsafe: Activated." It comes from the android at its screen smooth face turns to the pathway that goes deep in the cave.

Failsafe is something that Hector was working on lightly for some months, but he finally perfected it in the One Piece world, where he could work on side projects instead of inter-dimensional satellites to ward against invasions.

It was also a good world to perfect its program... Hector used the residents of that battle-filled world to sharpen Failsafe, making him learn how to fight with them, and how to kill different types of creatures.

The best whetstone was no other than Shanks himself... After their first meeting, Hector left a "gift". Failsafe dropped on the Red-hair pirate and attacked it.

It was a short fight, Shanks easily destroyed the prototype... But then came another, and another, and another, and another, and another, and another...

Each new Failsafe doing better in a fight against one of the strongest in that world. He learned something with Syndrome when he briefly visited the Incredibles World.

Important to highlight, it's that those Prototype Failsafes that haunted Shanks for weeks were not made of any special material like Adamantium, they're disposable and self-destructed after losing every time, sending the data of the fight back to Hector.

And in the end of all that, Shanks couldn't kill it. Shanks couldn't kill the last one.

An Adaptoid uploaded with Hector's martial knowledge and hundreds of thousands of battle experience against the most diverse creatures. Equipped with weapons and artillery to deal with any situation, and made of the most durable metal existence... It's running in perfect motion through the dark paths of this hideout.

Killing everything in sight with the efficiency of a clock. Cutting with a retractable blade, shooting high-pressure air bullets, using the enemies' own weapons... Everything that moves is killed.

It shrugs off bullets, grenades, C-4, fire... It continues to advance relentlessly and steadily, nothing can do more than slow him down for a negligible amount of time. This "nothing" is when he kills something.

It's an efficient killing machine. The only things you can hear from it are the constant sounds of air pistons with each movement, the metal moving smoothly, the heavy footsteps, and the occasional beeps.

Failsafe advances to the deepest parts of the hideout, while carrying a human torso it barges through a metal door. An instant later Failsafe is barraged by bullets from people of the Friends of Humanity, they hit him in a semi-circle formation.

The android continues unbothered as he throws the dead man's torso in his hand at his enemies.

"Incoming!" Someone shouts.

Props to them, they are trained enough to consider every action a threat *Boom* and they're right. Failsafe planted a bomb in the torso, the psychological warfare and sneak attack are not that efficient but are enough to break the formation.

Failsafe advances methodically, jumping at them in a surprising move that you would not expect from a heavy robot. Cutting, smashing, shooting, grabbing one's arm and hitting another with it... No movement is wasted or unnecessary, his enemies fall helpless like they are snowmen.

Without even a nod of acknowledgment, Failsafe walks through the dismembered bodies and blood, continuing on his warpath. Once again he crosses a gate, and once again they are waiting for him.

But not in semi-circular formation with guns ready to shoot.

A lone man blocks Failsafe path, behind this lone man the rest of the Friends of Humanity board some cars and helicopters. This place is a Hidden helipad and land passage to vehicles and they choose to flee.

Failsafe pauses in front of the only man challenging him, not in any sort of acknowledgment, no... Failsafe is above that.

This man, Graydon Creed, aka Tribune is doing something to Failsafe, something invisible to the naked eye. He is a muscular man with a mane of reddish hair.

One could recognize his surname... Creed. The same surname as Victor Creed, the Sabretooth. He is the son of Sabretooth...

...with Mystique when she took the place of a certain spy decades ago.

Yes, the son of two metas is leading the Friends of Humanity. What a surprise, or maybe not if one considers the family in question.

Graydon Creed is using his technopathy against Failsafe, that's why the android stopped... But wait, he is not a meta!

In a typical Marvel fashion that made Hector laugh out loud, Graydon acquired his Technopath powers when he was trapped in another dimension during a certain incident where his father almost killed him.

His non-mutant powers are the reason Hector sent Failsafe here. If his technopathy doesn't work, it means that the android surpassed one of his few weaknesses.

Failsafe struggles for a bit, the lights on his chest and head flickering a little... before going back to normal... As crimson as ever.

"Failsafe: Capture." The android robotic voice echoes as it takes a step forward.

"..." Graydon Creed also prepares himself for the battle, he is wearing a high technological suit, and is possible to see a sword poking from his back.

Seeing his body posture, is evident Graydon plans to buy time for his men to escape...

Unfortunately, that was predicted too.

*pssh* *Boom* *Thrunk*

A heavy object, like a missile drops from the roof entrance, another one appears from the wall like a mole that just escavated its way to here, and another walks through the dark escape path, blocking the cars.

Three more Failsafes.

"Updating situation: Hopeless" The robotic voice echoes again, coming from four different places. Enclosing and suffocating all bags of flesh, bones, and blood.

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