omegafriends | Merely human [Action]

The warehouse from the outside looked just like any other along Venture City's harbor. Within, it was as surreal nightmare of technology. Surgery tables, industrial machinery, devices of incomprehensible purpose, and more filled it from wall to wall, leaving only limited narrow pathways through which one might walk. And it was through one of these that Viktor now paced, angrily.

They had laughed at him! He had offered them immortality, he had offered them the power of a god! He had asked for nothing in return and it had been thrown back in his face with mocking laughter! How dare they! They needed to be punished, nay, destroyed! In a fit of rage, Viktor slammed his fist into the slide of an industrial strength metal lathe and let out of a shout of frustration.

His henchmen, who had been passing the time playing cards, froze in surprise. No one said anything for several seconds that felt like an eternity. Eventually Viktor managed to unclench his fist and stared in vague interest at his own bloody knuckles. "These are the thoughts of a mere man, still bound by the instincts and rage of a wild animal. I am still too human."

Viktor turned slowly to the surgery table. No, they would not be punished. That was the beast snarling. They would be taught. Taught of the weakness of flesh, and then when they saw the truth, reinvented!

He spoke to the few cyborgs who had accepted his vision and followed in his footsteps without looking at them as he started walking towards the table. "We have much to do, my brothers. They think they can refused to learn, but I shall teach them even so. If they are blind, we must open their eyes ourselves."

...Over the next week or so, there is a minor crime wave, as half machine criminals appear at night to raid various research labs and industrial factories. They seem to be going for specific parts: atmospheric filtration units, armor plating, high power electrical generators, and other more esoteric bits of machinery. Someone has a very strange shopping list.

Viktor himself can sometimes be found on these raids, but even when not present any would be heroes will find those who have submitted to the glorious evolution to not be easy foes.

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She didn't have much for their small talk. They sounded like half their brains had been replaced with chatbot programs. She kind of just wanted to take her gun and cut the top off the van here.

She resisted and jumped out with them as they got to the end there.

Despite the dilapidated appearance of the building, the door had a very fancy looking security lock on it, which was opened neatly by the lead cyborg.

The interior of the building was cavernous, but poorly lit cluttered with machinery and equipment, including what looked like the framework for some kind of blimp or dirigible coming together in the darkness. By far the brightest light seemed to be coming from an arc welder somewhere in the middle of the warehouse. The cyborg led the way towards it.

"It was a piece of cake, Herald. I got all the parts you asked for, AND I may have found us a new ally!"

She was speaking to an imposing figure hunched over a work table who appeared to be welding something on to his own arm.

She walked out of the thing now. She looked over the building now before looking the lock. What's the point of security like that for a building that looked like a strong rainfall would knock it over? Guess it was better than any hobo wandering in. She brought her gun up from the former spot as she looked over at the boss now. Right, well either she could wait for him to see through the ruse or start shooting.

"Hey," She said, her voice somewhat grim. "Fists." She stated firmly, her gun forming into her fists now. She figured it would be more wise if she had her weapon in a form that wouldn't be stolen. Plus if they tried to jump on her, well, advantage.

The Herald stopped and ran his hands through his hair. He turned around revealing a face that still looked human enough, despite the mouthpiece and goggles. His voice had a strange reverb to it, though.

"Adding new people to the cause at THIS stage in the operation? I admire your enthusiasm, but not your good sense."

He gave Sparks a thorough look, but said nothing to him right away.

There was some waiting as she listened for a few moments. It didn't look like hew as going to reveal the plan at this stage. She looked around for a few moments as if to judge what to do. Not enough room to really thrust around and she didn't trust this jack-a-lopes to be completely incapable of hurting her. So it would take some skill and cunning to do this.

Or you could be Sparks and just rush the leader headlong with a power fist after screaming "ARMOR! FISTS! STOMPERS!" She stomped over towards him and took a flying leap over at him with a big fist. She did send one foot over to kick the person who brought her here in the face.

Of course yelling your moves and rushing across a space straight was a good way to get hurt but hey.

The kick certainly took metal-legs by surprise. She went over like a sack of potatoes, sliding across the floor until she crashed into a lathe.

Viktor didn't look terribly surprised, though. He stood up and dodged aside as the robot came down on his chair, utterly destroying it. In the same motion, he stuck some kind of device he had palmed while they were talking onto Sparks' chest. It stuck there promptly, and Sparks' power levels started dropping.

Well, that was unexpected. Though Zapps felt it immediately. Viktor would notice that the suit kept trying to swing over at him after the thing hit his chest while the voice yelled "GET IT OFF!" in a synthesized masculine way before a fist tried to smash the device. She might hit it, but by the time Spark got to it Zapps would be too far gone to do much more other than keep her standing.

"Well, that's enough trying to be sneaky for the rest of my life," Spark stated.

The device wasn't meant to last for a long time. What it DID do was feed the power it stole from its target into a defensive shield that surrounded Viktor, deflecting Sparks' weakening blows.

"Next time you decide to bring someone back to our base, make sure they're not wearing an Omegawatch!" Viktor said, his voice rising to a shout as he berated his henchmen.

Before the device shorted out, he pulled his staff off his workbench and used it to swipe Sparks' legs out from under him. By the time power started returning, the robot found a glowing mass of exotic energy held in a containment field inches from its face.

Spark's Omegawatch was usually under the suit's wrist, so Zapps could use it to if wanted to. She gave a huff as she was knocked over, glad for the padding inside as she looked over at him with a huff. "You know, maybe you should hire better help. Seems like these guys couldn't work a toaster without burning themselves," She taunted a bit, though how he might respond was really more up to his personality.

Zapps merely was annoyed. Though given everything, the suit's armor should hold while under automatic recharge now. And if he was like any of the villains they knew, they probably would be jailed by the villain than an attempt made on their lives. "Of course if you stop trying to steal stuff, I could teach you how to make your own minions instead of these chumps," She said, in a condescending way.

"...No. I am afraid it is far too late for that."

Smart enough to not rise to their taunts, but not so smart as to dispose of them on the spot.

"Put it in the containment cell. When I have time, I'll take it apart to see how it works myself."

"It?"

That was about all she had to say for now, containment cell would be fine. Let the energy recharge and bust out later.

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let me know if I'm godmodding too much

Maybe if we didn't plan this out before. Fine here!

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