The Rightyard Brothers

The train was already on the brink of the precipice when three figures inside the car moved their hands with speed and precision. Strangely, materials like aluminum, chrome, and lead began to flow from their palms, fusing in midair to form a provisional path just in time. The convoy advanced without complications, saving all the passengers from certain death.

The travelers, who moments earlier had been overcome with panic, began to calm down. Some approached the three individuals to thank them, while others couldn't help but ask how they had managed such a feat. However, one of them—the shortest of the group, wearing a hooded grayish-blue sweatshirt—raised a hand to interrupt the conversation.

"It's better if you get off the train. Something's not right," he said seriously, his voice firm but calm.

The second, taller than him, wore a silver sweatshirt with bright red details. He nodded decisively before adding:

"Yes, it's better if you leave the train while we check the area."

Although the passengers were impressed by what they had just witnessed, many still hesitated. The tracks had been miraculously restored thanks to these three mysterious saviors, so why worry?

The third, the tallest of the group, wore a silver-and-black sweatshirt and spoke urgently:

"It's too late! Move, now!" he shouted at the passengers, his tone leaving no room for argument.

Still, some remained reluctant to abandon the train.

"But if you've already fixed the track issue… we can keep moving forward," argued a man in a hurry, nervously adjusting the briefcase he carried with him.

At that exact moment, the train began to violently tremble. The cars separated from each other, leaving the passengers trapped in the midst of confusion.

"Damn it!" exclaimed the man in the silver-and-black sweatshirt, looking ahead with concern. "No time, D-10, D-11: do your thing!"

The other two responded in unison:

"Yes, D-9!"

Quickly, each extracted a fragment of metal from their hands and transformed it into a protective sphere that surrounded the passengers. With coordinated movements, they pulled everyone off the train just before it transformed into a terrifying, menacing robot. Its metallic body gleamed under the dim light, and its eyes glowed with an intense red brilliance as it pointed what appeared to be a laser gun at them.

The man with the briefcase, who had previously insisted on staying, initially seemed annoyed, but his expression changed completely upon seeing the scene. He backed away in fear and quickly nodded.

"Y-yes, sir," he stammered, turning to the other passengers. "Do as he says, hurry!"

The crowd needed no further motivation. Everyone ran to take cover behind nearby rocks, watching in horror as the robot began to move toward the three mysterious individuals.

D-9, the apparent leader, pulled a device from his pocket and deployed a reinforced metallic shield powered by nanobots. The other two did the same, forming an impenetrable barrier in front of the robot.

"Please, get to safety," D-9 instructed without taking his eyes off the gigantic enemy.

Once everyone was protected, D-9 turned to his companions with determination.

"Alright, we're ready to face this thing," he declared, watching as the robot raised its armed arm, preparing to attack.

"Now we can finally call each other by our names," said the youngest as he pulled back his hood, revealing his youthful face.

His green eyes sparkled with curiosity, and his ash-brown hair was shaved on the sides as if done with a zero-blade trimmer, leaving only a single tuft on top that formed a small peak in the center. He appeared to be about 11 years old, and his grayish-blue sweatshirt paired with ripped jeans gave him a carefree look.

"Of course, Max," replied Agent D-10, also removing his hood.

This young man had capuchino-colored hair, but instead of being fully shaved on the sides, he sported two stripes of hair that wrapped around his head, culminating in a bun on top. His green eyes behind glasses gave him a mature air, though he was actually 16. He wore black jeans that completed his style.

"Well, if Liam gave you permission, then go ahead," commented Agent D-9, who finally uncovered himself.

It was clear he was the oldest of the group: a young man of about 23, with slicked-back, dark hair and green eyes that exuded calmness and authority. His gray jeans gave him a serious yet relaxed appearance.

"Thanks, Axel, for always respecting my decisions," Liam said with a faint smile.

Together, the three Rightyard brothers were known for their unique abilities: Max could create lead, Liam mastered chrome, and Axel controlled aluminum. Together, they formed an unstoppable team.

"Brothers, it's time to face this thing," Axel declared, assembling a series of metallic knives that he hurled at the robot with lethal precision.

"Yes!" Max responded, beginning to fabricate lead bullets that he fired toward the robotic train.

Liam, on the other hand, created extremely sharp chrome ninja stars. With quick and coordinated movements, he launched them directly at the robot's weak points.

The combined attacks of the brothers managed to deflect the laser from the robotic train and began slicing it into pieces. Finally, after an impressive explosion, the robot was completely destroyed.

"No one can stand against the Rightyard brothers!" Max exclaimed proudly as he gazed at the remains of the enemy.

"Good, I think it's time to move forward and take the passengers to the next destination," Liam suggested, ever practical.

"It seems this machine was destroying the rail as if playing with its prey before attacking," Liam analyzed, using a portable device to scan the remnants of the robot.

The three retrieved their nanomachines from special gloves and, with the help of their metals, constructed a set of improvised train cars. Then, they instructed the citizens to board.

Once everyone was aboard, the improvised train began to advance toward the city center. However, upon arrival, chaos reigned everywhere. Out-of-control machines attacked indiscriminately, sowing panic among the inhabitants.

"Go find a safe place," Axel instructed the citizens who were still with them.

The man with the briefcase, William—his name as he had mentioned earlier—quickly interjected.

"I think we're safer with you," he said firmly.

"Yes, I understand," Axel responded patiently. "But if you stay with us, we won't be able to act freely to save the city."

Liam approached the man and asked:

"Mr. William, could you please take these people to a safe place? It's clear you know the area well. In the meantime, we, the special agents, will handle these crazy robots."

William nodded after a moment of reflection.

"Alright," he responded with determination. "People, follow me! I'll lead you to a safe shelter."

With that, the citizens began to follow him, leaving the three brothers ready to face the chaos that awaited them.

"Wow, that was good!" Max exclaimed enthusiastically as he watched Liam convince the group of citizens to let them act. "You're always the reasonable one, the persuader. Axel is the leader who gives the orders, and I'm… the fists."

"Yes, sure, don't dream too big, little brother," Axel interrupted with a faint smile, though his tone was resolute. "It's time to act and save as many civilians as possible."

The three brothers began to move quickly through the rubble, searching for survivors while eliminating the robots they encountered along the way. Suddenly, a gigantic shadow loomed over them. It was some kind of colossal vacuum cleaner, its metallic jaws sucking up everything in its path: debris, buildings, and, most alarmingly, people.

"Seriously? A giant vacuum cleaner?" Max shouted incredulously as he quickly fabricated sonic bullets and fired them at the machine. However, it didn't even flinch.

"What is this thing made of?" the young man wondered aloud, frowning as he analyzed the situation.

"Hey! Brothers, this thing is starting to pull me in!"" Max screamed as he felt the suction force pulling him toward the robot's mouth.

Liam reacted instantly, creating chrome chains that he hurled toward his brother's torso in an attempt to pull him back.

"This thing is really strong!" Liam exclaimed as he felt the pressure increase. The vacuum cleaner began to rise, dragging both Max and the chains along with it. To counteract it, Liam created another chain and anchored it to the ground, resisting with all his might.

"The suction is too strong!" Liam shouted, struggling to hold firm.

At that moment, he pulled a small vial from one of his gloves and hurled it toward the robot.

"Take this! I hope this gives you a headache: it's chrome corrosion. Hopefully, it melts you," Liam said with determination.

The vial struck one of the vacuum cleaner's extender tubes, which began to corrode rapidly. However, the machine simply detached that tube and replaced it with another, though the brief pause gave Liam the chance to pull Max back to safety.

"I've got you!" Liam shouted as he yanked his brother toward a safe spot.

But before they could catch their breath, the vacuum cleaner resumed its suction process with even greater force.

Meanwhile, Axel hurled an aluminum projectile at the machine, but it simply absorbed it without issue.

"Damn it!" Axel muttered, frustrated, as he turned to his brothers. "Are you two okay?"

"Yes!" they both responded in unison.

"What can we do?" Axel asked, looking at Liam urgently.

"We can combine our three metals to create a super-heavy projectile. We'll launch it directly into its intake or whatever it has for a mouth. But we need to do it fast, or there won't be a city left to protect," Liam proposed, thinking quickly.

"Yes, I agree," Max chimed in, though with a mischievous smile, he added, "Though I'm all for punching this thing out."

"It might work," Axel observed, nodding. "When you threw the corrosive, it stopped for a moment. It only recovered because it swapped out the damaged part." He continued, "Alright, Liam, keep throwing those corrosives to slow it down while Max and I prepare the combined projectile. Then you'll deliver the final blow."

The three brothers exchanged a quick glance, as if they understood each other without words. They acted as a perfectly synchronized unit.

Liam began fabricating nano-capsules filled with corrosive chrome, rapidly launching about 20 vials toward the vacuum cleaner. Each time a capsule hit, the machine momentarily stopped its suction to replace the affected part, buying them crucial time.

"Hey! But what about the people inside its storage compartment? Did you forget about that?" Max asked, concerned.

"Wow! Who would've thought you had brains?" Axel teased with a smirk.

"You're right," Axel admitted quickly, returning to his serious tone. "It probably has people stored inside there. So we'll have to attack from within."

"Alright, Liam, stop throwing. It's time for it to suck us in," Axel declared decisively.

Liam understood what his brother meant and ceased attacking the giant vacuum cleaner, whose expression seemed to reflect destruction and irritation towards them.

"Max, quickly create a protective sphere," Axel instructed urgently.

Max didn't waste a second and created a lead sphere just as the machine began to suck them in with overwhelming force.

"I hope this is worth it, Axel, or we'll end up trapped inside this thing," Max commented as they felt the sphere being dragged into the robot.

Upon reaching the vacuum cleaner's intake, Axel asked Max to open a small slit, like a window. Seizing the moment, Axel launched a series of aluminum explosive charges into the interior and quickly instructed his brother to seal the sphere again.

The explosions reverberated through the machine's entrance, forcing it to halt momentarily as it ran an internal diagnostic.

"Error detected. Consult the manual or perform system cleanup," announced a robotic voice from within the vacuum cleaner.

Meanwhile, thanks to some small thrusters that Liam had installed on the sphere, they managed to reach the main compartment of the robot. There, they found the remnants of the city: debris, broken objects, and, to their relief, trapped people.

"Hello! Is anyone here?" Max shouted loudly, his voice echoing in the confined space.

Almost immediately, they heard voices responding from different directions. People began emerging from the rubble, confused but alive. The Rightyard brothers sprang into action, guiding the civilians toward safe zones.

However, the machine soon detected their presence.

"Alert: unrecognized material detected in the compartment. Content removal required," announced the robotic voice.

Suddenly, small brush-like robots began emerging from the head of the machine, resembling the heads of common vacuum cleaners. They acted as the robot's "immune system," heading directly toward the brothers with the intent of eliminating them.

The Rightyard brothers, busy rescuing the last of the civilians, found themselves surrounded by the brush robots, which began firing laser beams at them.

"There are too many!" Axel shouted as he created an aluminum mirror shield to repel the attacks.

"Quick, Max! Create spheres and protect the civilians!" Axel ordered while maintaining the barrier.

Liam, on the other hand, hurled sharp chrome ninja stars, destroying several of the brush robots. Between the two brothers, they managed to contain the situation—until one of the robots, larger and more advanced, shattered Axel's mirrors with a precise strike, sending him crashing to the ground.

"Liam! Use your chains!" Axel shouted as he tried to recover.

Liam obeyed and launched his chrome chains toward the robot, but it began to transform. Its limbs elongated, gaining legs and arms, and its head adopted a demonic appearance, becoming an even greater threat.

"That's all we needed…" Max muttered as he continued grouping the civilians into protective spheres.

"Focus," Axel instructed as he rose from the ground with determination.

Axel unleashed a rain of aluminum rods toward the robot, encircling it and temporarily halting its advance.

"That'll slow it down for a bit," Axel said as he caught his breath.

"Yes, but not for long," Liam responded, looking worriedly at the robot, which was already beginning to break free.

"How's it going?" Liam asked Max.

"Done! Everyone's safe now," Max replied, ensuring all the civilians were protected inside the spheres.

"It's time to use our combined power before that thing breaks free and starts attacking us," Axel declared.

Quickly, the three brothers merged their metals—lead, chrome, and aluminum—fusing them into a massive projectile.

"I hope this works," Axel said as he eyed the improvised weapon.

"It will," Liam affirmed confidently.

With a coordinated movement, they launched the projectile like a rocket upward.

"Heavy Core Projectile!" they shouted in unison.

The projectile struck the ceiling of the vacuum cleaner, but the brush robot, now fully free, fired a laser shot at it, causing a devastating explosion that illuminated the entire compartment.

"No!" Max screamed, horrified as the blast engulfed everything in a blinding white light.