Trouble

"Where are the intruders? For first timers they are stupidly lucky! How did they guess it right!"

The soldiers scrambled though the dimly tight corridors lacking any signs. Their complaints in Russian mostly a murmur from the ongoing chaos outside. Blurring commands and creating confusion. Gunfire, warning alarms and explosions rocked the place constantly. Filling the concrete ground with dust and dirt, visibly unable to hold itself and lacking in upkeep. As if it had been keep in place since the Third Year War. A relic of disaster and triumph.

He is frustrated. To be held here hostage despite his civilian status was far too much to bear. Sure he knew they had the best intentions to save money when they allowed him to stay at the castle instead of the homeless shelters that are wrecked with overcrowding and unsanitary conditions from the lack of maintenance. But the fact he can't leave without being interrogated from the multiple agents whom seemed to find opportune moments to arrest him had set him off. As if he murdered one of the nobility.

Yet as he looks upon the determined face that was Shane, visibly hiding her pain in deep silence amid her shrunken body, he couldn't help but feel determined to do something despite his lack of experience. A weird sensation that never appeared when he constantly trolled Caze with his troubled emotions. Once a fun sensation now a cry against his attempts that screamed at his excessiveness.

"Am I changing as a person?"

He looks ahead, watching Shane lead the rest of the group down the narrow path which fit two at a time. Hoping to not be spotted to minimise injuries, possibly urged by the injuries many had yet to recover. Behind him, a seething Sylvie, still thinking about the words she had heard. Watching their back in a paranoid frenzy with the small roots that hid from view amongst Ambar's increasing small metal army. Amassing her power with a clear line back.

"Baku do you happen to have a heat sensor? The corridors are far too long to properly find."

She nudges Baku who wandered slowly to the front. still trying to get used to the damage within her set of armour. Unable to be purged and replaced due to the damaged major components. Ignoring the pain as much as she could, evidently worried it wouldn't break at this hour. Much of the parts far too individual to make despite her status, stuck in limbo ever since the end of that battle. Even stranger to her was how she was unable to contact her saviour. Lacking any means to convey her desperate needs to fix her cyborg parts. Left with nothing to do but contemplate on the present.

The dark orange interface appeared across the thick armoured screen, tinting and clasping pieces of her helmet together in a T shape, hiding the similarities in design to a Diver's helmet. Hissing with flashing red lights hardly visible to the naked eye. She smirks, looking upon the big virtual view that immediately spanned the entire complex upon the reflective plates now covering her face. Watching the orange blobs that manoeuvred around the screens like fireflies. Experimental technology a year ago now planned for other machines and weapons.

Watching each blob carefully, she waves her hands, watching her step on the long stretch of corridors leading to a giant space of two stories, seemingly embedded below an abandoned apartment like it is an extension. Filled with the visible heat from heaters and severs littered across the rooms. Urging them to follow, she moved deeper into the facility, cutting off camera lines one at a time hoping to not attract any attention. If she could...

"Oh it's you guys! We've been waiting for a long time."

The pieces moved back in place, revealing the two henchmen standing right by the entrance, teasing the marble flooring and Russian styling right in front of their eyes. Appearing out of nowhere despite her tech, as if they jumped off the vents in the large place. They crossed their arms, burrowing their feet in anticipation and disappointment. Behind them, an armada of men and women in thick armoured suits stood around the dark oak doors, wielding weapons that seem to come from a lab. All possibly stolen.

At the far back, the man slouched by the railings, tipping his hat off. A silent observer. The buyer. Though as she glanced a little closer, he seemed a little more concerned about pests by his door than the flies in his face.

"What makes you deem worthy to appear right in front of me Ambar? I already stated that the next time I see you, you are dead."

Ambar steps forward, moving Baku aside from the swarming robots that came in, crawling like ants. His hauntingly yellow eyes watched, spotting the new immense upgrades on these bugs. It had thick armour, filled with many laser barrels inside. All potentially laser weapons, in the front, two superheated saws blazed alight. Screeching and twisting like mandibles. Verda pressed forward, tapping his arms. Frustrated to see someone so injured fight against him. However he turns to her, holding his right hand up. Pulling her back.

"No. This is personal."

He sighs, removing his casting as he bit it's remnants. Watching tearfully in silence at one of his machines, tearing his mangled left arm apart from his body. An excruciating sight for all to see. Baku moved her arm up, blocking Derek who attempted to look away from the disgusting sight as the others watched, irked and surprised at his actions. He looks back, noticing the men and women stagger slightly, unhinged at the brutal antics upon the messy splatter of blood which tainted the walls and stained the dark oak door. Frustrating the buyer who stood by the railings. Watching the arm slop by the floor, cleanly cut with his bones and blood veins still in place.

He looks back at the wound, a titanium circular ring stuck around the veins that once sown into place, now tied together as his blood loss dwindled. The machine transformed, tearing itself apart as it increased in mass, turning itself into a giant oversized arm with it's tire tracks and laser barrels still in place. His hand converted out from it's head, forming less of a hand and more of a claw of abnormal proportions. A monstrous creation. He spits out the remnants of the casting onto the floor, stained amongst his blood, sweat and tears. Calming his nerves with a twisted glare, turning to face the man he had previously lost to. His old friend.

"Now then, are we equal now?"

Scott scoffed, smirking at his decision, facing him directly in eye with interest. Watching the man charged into the room along his mindless drones as he jump back onto the ledge, ignoring the armed men and women who immediately start spraying with led. Trying their hardest to hit him if not for the drones that immediately began to carve into their armour, their numbers far too much despite the electronic firearms in their possession. Only able to stun and crush them to pieces.

Julie jumped in front of Scott, firing her flamethrower recklessly at the supers. Horrified at the large number of machines in the walls, setting the entire corridor ablaze with fury and fear. Unable to see Verda attempting to halt the blaze. Behind them, a giant armada of men and women arrived, rolling in with thick riot shields. Already dealing with the metal bugs with loud firing and shouting nearly bursting their eardrums. Derek looks up, spotting the large moving ion cannon. Strapped onto a tripod stand with wheels that squeaked. Charging up with high amounts of energy and increasing the chaos that spilled onto the field. The boulder that couldn't be stopped.

"It has begun..."