Hideout

Oflip, Chancy-Monarch, Former Location of Sector B

In an undisclosed location...

"Is it done?"

The man stated at his four-arm friend, busy and frustrated in his work. Tinkering through the oily jet motor and turbines which peddled slowly through the hot breeze. It was a furnace. Each piece of equipment burning his rough skin which can't seemed to get away from its pain. Wincing and overeating constantly from each screw and meddle of their trump card.

It had been over two years since the battle took place. The Association was in shambles. Torn to pieces from the newly inaugurated United Union which crushed most of their remnants. Each of them facing the Supers once again. Their greatest leaders arrested and seized. He stares outside the hideout, one of the last hidden safe houses, a combination of cobblestone and rock. It was crumbling badly, it's ceiling creaked constantly from avalanches that had come from the renovated ski resorts. Profiting immensely in the new leadership. Freaking the remaining group every night and day.

Their entire organisation was broken, left to watch majestic hideout now sold to the US government amongst the many auctions that occurred worldwide. Military bases, tanks, robots. Everything was sold. Left to aid the poverty which had been gifted aplenty. The many companies that once aided them was now gone. Seized and disincorporated from existence. Many of their works hated and vandalised, left to be forgotten as the darkest age in history. He punches the rocky wall, his knuckles bleeding. Frustrated that they would never understand. Unable to understand what they truly stood for.

"What would happen if the fated event happens? Who is going to save them when the nations are all broken apart? Bitter and unable to understand one another. They are all fools to ignore this event."

He growled, gripping his hands tightly, squeezing his palms red. Looking away from the glowing city nearby. Ignorantly moving on with tension and fear of their new alien con-patriots .

"Who saved you when 9/11 happened?"

"Who saved you when Germany started WW2?"

He seethed, the man stamping his feet looking back at the group of men and women whom remained. Looking away in frustration from his ranting, silently relaxing with sorrow in their smoke. Getting away via escape pod was such a painfully easy option. The massive capture that ended the organisation after the massive attack. It was the easy way out on their motto. But that had never thought one thing. The continuity of their organisation. The stupid fools, too patriotic to understand the survival of their aim. He couldn't care what they thought, now that it was all over. But as long as they were around. No one shall mess with them anymore.

"Is it alright if you could shut up Azarenka?

She furrowed her eyebrows, frustrated in her large trench coat, messily unadjusted with her long torn pants, still visible with damage from their final stand. Despite this she was unscathed, still frustrated from her scar on her face. Smirking back at the new machine once the pride and joy of the whole organisation.

"It doesn't matter from our time away, nevertheless our final resolution would come. And with that, the event shall end for once!"

"Much better."

The four armed man moved out of the trolley, leaving from the concrete floor and the machine that laid on the stilts, it's motors ready to hover in the ground. Directly facing the large wormhole which hid in the moonlight that glowed softly upon the rocky cavern. Laid amongst the metal rods that dimly lit the place, glowing upon the small silhouette which was their final trump card.

Polished heavily in the dirty air, many of its parts were messily painted upon, crammed with parts of the escape pod and alien parts that once occupied in other aircraft and spacecraft. Beneath the panels, it was a messy barnacle which threatened to melt it to pieces, hiding in plain sight. On the panels, it swooped from a ogive gone into a four coned flap, hiding the cockpit that could fit everyone with ease. In the back, water dripped slowly, drizzling to the ground, unstable for use. But without anything left able to be done. Not a chance left on their fingertips.

"It should be done Lesandra. With this, it should theoretically be fast enough to return to the past and be efficient enough. Now it is just a matter of testing..."

He rubbed his sweat away, smiling back at the group that stayed on, relaxing by the dim lights as darkness fell. Tired of responding after their long day scouring for food. He looks back, hopeful for a test as Azarenka passed him a cig, leaving them relentless and dissatisfied. He closed his eyes, trying to relax from his long excursion in the metal scrap.

"Finally some rest."

He closed his eyes, thinking about nothing. All that he had done, for the betterment of their world, their gift for humanity, their light in the darkness.

"Finally..."

The alarm blared, beeping violently as he opens his eyes, scurrying his rifle from the wall, pointing amongst the darkness. Behind him, his remaining friends point through the darkness, listening to the blaring sirens that plastered itself amongst the muddled remains. The cold breeze violently blew upon their faces, sensing ever cold tinge of fear as their skin flared. Noticing the red pair of eyes that furrowed in the darkness. Frustrated at their persistent attitude.

"Cowards!"

They opened fire, surprised at their sudden appearance, were they spotted while scurrying for food? They couldn't care. He rushed back to get the ignition key and his wrist hologram. Nothing else shall erase their existence.

"Quickly get into the vehicle, we'll buy you some time!"

Lesandra looked at the group, shooting through the darkness as the silhouette of a large cyborg figure amongst men and women who attempt to push further in.

"Blaze!"

"No explosions! We need them alive!"

She scampered into the room, her sword at the helm as each bullet was deflected one by one, ruthlessly tormenting their massive capture. Careful to hide the ring upon the tip of her fingers. The men struggled, slamming the group with grenade launchers, tearing apart the hideout which began to rumble.

"Quickly get into the vehicle! For the future!"

They quickly clambered into the vehicle, messily fraught with wires that tangled upon the touch screens of a bygone era. It's sensors booting up, revealing it's elegant start hologram, still featuring the alien craft that once attempted an invasion onto the planet. Their bucket seats were less stellar, held on tightly amongst broken belts. Ahead the cockpit windows were tight and small, difficult to see out off with many blind spots that hindered their every move. He slams the ignition key in, lighting the thrusters to life as smoke bellowed. Covering their vision in an annoying smog and toxic gas that made them choke and wheeze in pain. The remaining men were pinned, struggling to move from the arms and legs that was their nemesis. The enforcers.

"No they are about to escape! Eddy!"

"Coming in a sec!!! The weaponised turrets are a hindrance!"

He soared outside, slamming shells onto each turret. Each hidden beneath the pine trees with an EMP shield and electromagnetic shells which attempted to shear him apart one by one. He blasted into the air, pointing into the moonlight as the hole laid plucked with stone.

"There you are!!!"

He pointed the gun, barrelling further towards the hole where the vehicle laid, stunned and terrified by it's weapons. The four armed man looked out, sneering in anger in the glowing holograms that stood. Slamming onto the gas as the stilts lowered, hovering it in place in it's adjusting thrusters, bellowing deep in the cavern in the flying pieces of paper that caught on fire. Blowing the enforcers from their stead amongst the men who grinned.

"For the future!"

He pulled onto the thruster forward, blasting through the tunnel amongst the lightning that lit up the metal rods, lurching the craft far forward as the trio lurched back. Gurgling at the insane speed which leap them forward. The speedometer unable to keep up, amongst the electrostatic flames that covered the entire craft. Moving steady to the skies.

Ahead, the machine furrowed, rushing to grab the escaping targets with its sharp claws, standing in front of the trio who lurched the throttle further forward. Heading to the target without any hesitation.

"You playing a game of chicken?!?"

He stood in front, swooping into the rocket ship, grabbing it with it's palms at the ready. He stares into the cockpit, the men and woman staring with desperate fear. Still continuing their work. Still unfazed. He opens his palms, attempting to grab it but as he holds onto it, the machine phased past him, moving through the air like a ghost and screeching paint, leaving upon an eerie silence. Lurching him back in a daze and disappointment. Still unable to understand what was going on and their targets gone with the wind. Nothing to proclaim in the remains that was their hideout.

"Oh shit."