53Opening Files: Black Velvet
Black Velvet is a Noble-Class Fallen who is considered one of the most dangerous and elusive Fallen to encounter due to her physical appearance with her dark skin hides the black veins on her body, allowing Velvet to blend into society. She is noted for raids and attacks at night due to her weakness to being exposed to sunlight when too long as to weaken her ability to manipulate shadows and eyesight. Having yet to overcome her weakness before she would one day evolve
Due to her being one of the strongest Nobles, Sammael has chosen her for a task on their new dimensional gate to explore worlds and dimensions for research and collect data for him. Using a ship from ancient technologies from the Connected Era to make the ship capable for flight. Using her umbrakinesis to create an army of cyborg-like beings known as "Shadowborgs" to raid and run the ship and cast darkness on the chosen location to attack.
During her mission, Black Velvet has raided numerous worlds and looted technologies and relics useful to the Fallen and allies, gathered willing crew members to join her. She has build a reputation such as the "Raid of Maius Three" from Dimension O-000 and the attack on Acmetropolis, on her final assignment she made up a false story about having lost her eyesight to the meteor but was defeated by its defenders known as the Loonatics, when they damaged jump drive she was forced to make an emergency jump back to Dimension GF-007.
The loss of her right arm has yet to be revealed but possibly before or during her travels and made use of the artificial arm for many ways.
Considered extremely dangerous and any V-Class Huntsman or strong experience heroes are to be cautious of this woman. Any below or lack of experience is to avoid her at all cost.
Close Files
"Travelling between dimensions is a whole new level then crossing the great see or another planet. So many ideas of what they be and if they look the same. But we've learnt several things of certain characters." TOM said as he looked up at a clip of Black Velvet battling the Loonatics. "Like Black Velvet, making up a story of being native to their reality but is in fact a dimensional pirate who caused some trouble like in Dimension O-000." Then switches to Control Freak. "Then we have Control Freak, who started out channel hopping and after messing up his universe with a remote or something and travelled to a lot of realities. And brought us to GF-Earth after causing some trouble with our hyperdrive." And then made one last lector on a file of X the Eliminator. "Finally there' X the Eliminator, strange villain or maybe just a nut-job who breaks the 4th wall."
"It makes me wonder wether they're connected, we've learnt that both X and Control Freak served a sentence in a dimensional prison and broke out. But best find out more of this Black Velvet." SARA suggested.
"Yeah, try to continue getting through to the others and see if you can find out about the Legendary Warriors or the Grimm Slayer, so far there were reports of his description." TOM said to her and found it funny. "Long locks of blonde hair? A horse named Adam? And has a Semblance named Purification? Who came up with this?" Shook his head and amused by how people can have such an imagination.
The Biker Mice and the Metal Maniacs were in trouble as they were surrounded by Limburger's hired henchmen, and yet that strange fella who calls himself Control Freak appeared out of no where and causing some trouble, he suddenly made them appear someplace else in the area before they could lay a finger on him. Modo and Tork found themselves in battle with this Control Freak who threw them all over the place. Moto was mad after seeing his bros vanished and wanted answers.
"Where'd you sent them?" Nobody messes with his bros and gets away with it.
Control Freak smirked at the Martian. "Oh, I sent them close by, don't worry they're in good company. Probably with Greasepit." Held his chin up and did a thinking pose. "Hmm, let me guess. The Bionic arm, the eye-patch, and the glowing red eye of rage. You must be Modo of the Biker Mice." Then turned to Tork and knows him as well. "And appears you must be the Metal Maniacs. Heard so much about you guys giving one of my clients a hard time."
"Alright, couch potato, you made a big mistake facing a Metal Maniac." Tork flexed his fingers and ready to pound that smug look off his face, if he comes out in one piece surviving his Iron Skull. The leader of his team wasn't gonna let someone make a fool of his guys and get away with it.
"Yeah, and I bet he be wants some iron for dessert." Modo agreed and was ready for a fight.
Control Freak grins, pulls out his quadsaber and twirls it in his hands in a fighting pose. "Oh if you thought I was bad before, just wait for the sequel of the Control Freak in this fanfic!" Leapt towards them with his saber, aiming the two beams at his opponents. Both moved away to avoid the hot plasma as they left scorched marks on the ground, even Moto didn't want to loose his metal arm if he made a mistake. Control Freak's quadsaber had the advantage of keeping both his opponents at a distance, but had other tricks up his sleeves.
Tork waved his gunblade and had a thought, knowing they can't get close to this villain as long as he had that weapon of his. The mouse had blasters and that killer arm of his, so they could perhaps use a different approach. "Tork, we gotta watch out for those plasma beams of his."
Tork thought of an idea and went along with his. "Good idea. I'll get his attention." He called out to him to cause a distraction. Raised his Iron Skull to fire at Control Freak who deflected them using his quadsaber, twirling it in his hands to incinerate the bullets by the heated plasma.
"Is that all you got? I thought this be a challenge to face two strong teams." Control Freak taunted them, giving a mocking grin on his face. "Time for a good old fashion gun showdown." Activated the transformation of his saber into a twin-barrol rifle-like weapon and started blasting them with energy bolts.
Both of them took cover using the rocks to take the beating, now knowing the capabilities of their opponent's weapons but need to know about his semblance that move people about.
Stopped his firing and see the damage before him and made his way through. Noticing the other crooks about and signalled them to be ready but stay a bit further. "Ok, time to unleash the fury of my latest weapon… which I haven't given it a name yet." Knew he forgot something and should've done a name given for his new power and weapon but was on a time limit. "Oh, well, time for you to be swiss cheese!" Preparing to fire with the barrels hearing up. But his expression dropped after three shots close to his feet, yelped in surprise of where they came from and ducked for cover. The others took cover while a buggy took a direct hit in the engines and blew up.
Everyone looked up and saw Charley with a heavy rifle in her hands, taking out a couple of targets and those who tried to fire back.
Tork used a new load of bullets to fire a few rounds at Control Freak while he was open, using yellow Dust rounds but has the orange until needed to get his guard down. Just as Tork predicted, his opponent was deflecting them with his weapon in its quadsaber-mode, but what he didn't expect was to be hit by one of electrical bolts that took a hit.
"Y-Y-Yellow Dust? N-No fair!" Having a hard time to speak and feeling the static around him. His movement became slower by the effect, but protected by his aura, giving Modo the chance to strike.
"Now!"
Not wasting time, Modo raised his artificial arm and aimed at the staggering villain with a set of mini-rockets. "Eat lead." Not wanting to raise his voice but fired instantly. They flew straight towards tthe unsuspecting Control Freak, by the time he could regain his stand, they were coming towards him in seconds.
The missiles hit and created a loud explosion before a flash of light came and the smoke was too thick for the moment until it can be cleared.
"Wow, talk about some fireworks." They turned to see Charley approaching them as her rifle shifted into its hammer.
"Not sure, normally my missiles have a small impact by their size." Modo stated and looked at it.
"What's it like with the others, Irons?" Tork asked her hoping his pals are fine.
"They're ok, but Vinnie and Throttle are with Greaspit. But something tells me, he's up to something." Charley said, worried about her friends since they got split up.
The two wondered if they got him or might have done it a little overboard, but a little uncertain. Their answer came when they saw what appear to be remains of another buggy instead of the couch potato.
"Guess we know now he's in one piece." Tork said. However, he was starting to understand the semblance Control Freak has but didn't say anything until he got the idea, but pretty sure his old teammate already got a clear idea of her own. Something he learnt from Jacob is to know your opponent's skills and abilities before facing them head on.
A familiar orange/yellow light flashed for a moment and revealed to be Control Freak near the wreckage. He felt so reliefed and wiped the sweat from his forehead. "Boy that was a close one. But this semblance rocks! I'm a real super-powered villain!" Praising his new powers and grins until he saw the trio who almost got him.
"Pretty interesting semblance you got there." A female voice shouted.
He turned to find out the trio were present and his allies were scattered about.
"And seems we found out just what your semblance does." Tork said, pointing his finger at him.
This might not go well for Control Freak if they already found before he could win. "Oh yeah, how?"
"Care to share with the class?" Modo allowed them since they seem to be ahead of it.
Charley decided to be the first to explain. "Sure, that trick he used, we thought he could teleport around and send someone to another place. But, that's not true. In fact, he was really switching places and people."
Hearing her statement they noticed Control Freak stuttered for a moment, and they noticed the look on his face that she was on to him. This was starting to make sense of how he suddenly appeared out of nowhere.
Modo got the idea. "Wait, you mean like when Portchop appeared in his place or Greaspit." Then it hit him when he noticed Control Freak doing something before that. "And I noticed him using his hands to do that." He remembered seeing the orange haired villain used his fingers before Wylde could lay a punch on him and switched with one of their own.
Tork nodded. "Right, and you used whatever or whoever it is you needed to switch places like you did to us and to the buggy. Am I right?"
Control Freak gave a mocking gesture of clapping his hands in applause. "Very observant. But so what, you can't get close without being someplace else."
"Yeah, but by the look of it, you seem to be new at it or a limit." Modo pointed out.
Control Freak grumbled. "So what. Practice makes perfect and you guys are the perfect test subjects for my new semblance."
Vinnie and Thruttle were stuck with Greasepit who suddenly appeared before them. They know him as one of the top enforcers of Limburger, while lacks brains he isn't without brute force and leads the goons. "Oh, great, like we had enough trouble with you slime bucket." Vinnie muttered, thinking of how to deal with the idiot.
"And we'll make this real quick for ruining the good race for the citizens to enjoy." Throttle told him, brining his fists together as he was ready for a fight.
"Oh, you guys are making me shake in my boots." Shaking his body about and causing the oil to go everywhere, some landed the martian Mice, much to their disgust over the mess he was making. "I've been working on this stuff since the day you came to Earth." Making a step forward, leaving a trail of oil-like substance as his boots were now covered in them.
Vinnie didn't take him seriously and grinned at him. "Yeah, what you gonna do, throw some of your goo at us." Gave a chuckle and figured this be easy.
Throttle wasn't sure about this, he notice the way Greasepit was smiling at them, they had fought him numerous times but has shown to be cunning at rare moments.
The oil-covered villain gave a thought of what the albino mouse said. "Actually, that might be a good idea." Brought his arms up and threw them forward, turning his arms into tendrils of oil as they shot straight at the startled Vinnie who took a direct hit. Throttle didn't had time to warn his young bro and watched him send back a few feet.
"Vin! You alright?" Called out to him to make sure he was ok and runs over to him.
Vinnie got up, but was covered in grease stains and wasn't happy about it with his fur a mess. "Oh man! I just took a bath." Wipes the stuff off him and slowly got himself back up. "But that dude owes me a cleaning bill for this!"
"Somethin' tells me he's got more where that came from." Points his finger at greaspit who was now almost covered entirely of the muck. They watched as his size changed, twice as big and pulled a few scraps of metal to his oily body, the chains wrapped around his strong fists were fused together with the oily liquid, extending outwards with the substance to control them, making them look almost alive. His eyes glowed and stretched his new form.
Vinnie gulped after seeing the new look Greasepit had and backed away slowly while the goons laughed and snickered, held their weapons ready for a fight. "I really need to think before I say anything. "
"You think?" Throttle remarked.
Greasepit laughed and his voice was a little different. "Took me awhile to work this semblance thing, but iz worth it to see the lookz on ya faces. Say hello to the Oil Spill." He again threw his arms forward and the tendrils lashed out and snared the two up, they were thrown around like a rodeo until the two were becoming nauseous or dizzy when he let them go and slammed against ground, bruised but can still fight. This was the first time they ever seen Greasepit fight with a semblance and would have to think of a plan to take him out in his oil monster form.
"He may have a new power but we dealt with things uglier then him." Throttle said, but with everyone preoccupied they need to think of a plan. "Remember this is Greasepit we're dealing with, so just gotta know his limits." He thought as an easier way to work out their opponent's powers and find his weakness.
"Good luck with that mousies!" Greasepit chuckled and waved his arms, the oiled chains flicked like whips and ready for them.
Monkey was taking cover behind one of their cars from the goons firing at them, he noticed the two mice with that grease stained fella until his body was suddenly covered up in all that goo to turn into some blob monster. "Hey, those guys might need help."
"First we need to help ourselves!" Pork Chop exclaimed and wished they did, but were pinned down. They found themselves somewhere far from their leader and the others thanks to that no good runt who was making them look like idiots fighting each other. "And then I'll make him regret making me mad."
"Save some for me!" Wylde said, he wanted to send a message that no one. Ever touches. His car.
Limburger watched from his car and impressed by Greasepit's demonstration on his abilities, while he may lack the brains unlike his loyal scientist, he does make up the brawn and his newly developed semblance is a bonus to be one of his top enforcers. Now seeing the bikers and the huntsmen divided thanks to Control Freak's new power, this will be easier for him to rid the rodents one by one as they are far stronger together. Drives off to meet his other hired employers to be sure they are doing a good job on their part.
"Sir, we've spotted the racers nearby, they be coming towards the main road any moment, unless the Grimm catch them." A Lizard Mobian reported to the Plutarkian.
"And what of the status of Dastardly?" Limburger asked him.
"Taking the 'shortcut' to avoid the Grimm and getting ahead of the others."
"Then we better check on the updates." He approaches two members of the squadron, Klunk working on a machine he was working on and noticing Limburger coming. "Which of you is the mechanic?"
"That would- *whistles* Click click, Heehaw... me." Klunk responded, making the Plutarkian wonder what he was saying but ignored it for now.
"Right, are these machines you built able to take care of those racers." Knowing for a fact that many of them were trained. He allowed the mechanic to work with Karbunkle to come up with a perfect weapon to take out his foes, they appear to be arrow-shaped objects with avian features and green.
"Yep, they will POW POW POW! AWWWK! MOOOMMMAAAHH! WHOOOO! Bllguggege! Hitting the targets, Pluck pluck pluck! BOOM! Become scrap." Klunk gave a response, or rather in his own choice of words for explaination.
Limburger blinked his eyes and was baffled by the human's speech, uncertain how Dastardly can understand him. Turned to Zilly if he understand him. "What he say, what he say?"
Zilly answered for him as the translator. "H-He says that these d-d-drones w-w-will seek out the t-t-targets you want and they-they'll start chasing them un-until they're d-destroyed. He calls them the Sky Divers."
The Plutarkian liked the sound of that, thinking them as birds of prey to hunt down their targets and swoop down for the kill. "Intriguing. Perhaps I could use a few materials from the remains of their vehicles after they… hit the scraps. Heheheh." He had to admit, Dick Dastardly is a very devious human with such ideas that make him life up to his family's reputation.
Klunk nodded his head eagerly. "Plus they Brkrkbkrb! ACHOOO! Brrrrrr!"
This time Limburger couldn't take it more. "Translate please?"
"You just need to give them a target t-to attack." Zilly answered.
"Hmm, then put down the targets of the racers, oh, and maybe the interfering menaces?" He suggested and would love to see them blown to pieces, possibly to make sure they never get out in one piece. "Best to make an escape route before the traffic gets out of hand and deliver the news to Lord Camembert."
Karbunkle stepped out of the van he was using for his work, noticing his boss was present and spoke up. "Uh, your delectable Cheesiness. We just received a transmission of the interstellar news of the current events made by the Confederation."
Intrigued by the news, pulled a bowl of worms from his limo and taking another handful of them into his mouth. "Oh?"
"Uh, its best you see for yourself." Lead him inside to switch transmission on, causing the TV screen to flicker and reveal a holographic figure as a news reporter.
"With the latest issues of the growing tensions between three of the known great powers: The Cybertronian Empire, Plutark Confederation and also the Gem Empire, known for two nations fight for resources and threat to habitable worlds for many decades, the Cybertronians have fought them to protect the species under threat alongside its allies."
Limburger scoffed at the news, while true many worlds laid waste, but least they don't exterminate entire planets into becoming crystallised colonies for the Gems. "Would love to see them shatter to dust and see how they like it. And turn those oversized tin cans to scrap." Chuckles sinisterly. Takes a sip of his mug as he continues to watch.
"But, by sheer luck, Grand Councilwoman Fe'ire of the United Stellar Alliance has called a peace treaty between both Plutark and Cybertron to a peace treaty."
But that surprised him by spatting out his drink, some of it was on the mad genius' face, who tried to wipe himself from the mess but was also surprised by the news. "WHAT?!" He couldn't believe what he just heard but more to be said.
"It was a difficult task to bring both sides together, but the council members of the Alliance had finally achieved it. Be hearing the words of Grand Councilwoman Fe'ire." The screen changes to show a tall light blue-skinned humanoid with a curved head and black eyes, dressed in a black dress with a large gold collar as a symbol of her status.
Many council members and representatives of various species remain seated as she spoke. "Today is a joyous moment when enemies have come to a mutual truce, despite hopes of bringing the Gem Empire to meet on equal terms with the galaxy, peace can be achieve between two warring sides for all species to have a future."
"I happen to agree, as a saying back on Cybertron: Freedom is the right of all sentient beings." A giant blue and red mechanical humanoid that towers above nearly all, except for a large whale/shark-like alien who stood close by them. "Like you, we desire peaceful co-existence with other civilizations." The next scene showed him signing a treaty along with an overweight Plutarkian in royal attire, Lord Camembert as the leader of Plutark and then shaking hands with them.
"Lord Camembert has agreed to cease expansion for resources beyond his current borders and open to limited trade agreements with the other galactic powers until further notice, in exchange towards using any methods of defending themselves against possible Gem invasions as we agree of the current crisis the Diamond Authority bring."
"Am I really hearing this?! The mighty Plutark Confederation, signing a treaty with its enemies?" Limburger couldn't believe it if he were dreaming, but there must be an agenda behind this as everyone knows Camembert would never stoop so low. "Surely his lordship would never stoop so low as to-"
"LIMBURGER!"
Speak of the devil, Limburger thought he heard his lordship's angry toned voice until he realised it was coming from the coming call from him. Pushed a button to switch the screen revealing the bloated Plutarkian leader himself, his arms crossed over his chest and glaring through the screen. "Lord Camembert?!" Trying to throw a convincing smile to greet him. "What an unple-what a DELIGHTFUL surprise!"
"Oh yes? So where is the traditional Plutarkian greeting?" Camembert requested, but Limburger didn't seem eager for such a greeting.
Gets off his chair and tries to get out of it. "Oh, really, Lord Chairman, I'm not feeling quite up to it." Adjusting his tie and knows it was one of the things he hated for... obvious reasons.
"NOW!"
Giving a defeated sigh since he cannot argue with the lord chairman, he walks over to the screen to perform the greeting. Both turned around and pressed their buttocks against the screen.
"Cheek to cheek, and stink to stink, as Plutark grows, the galaxy shrinks! WULULULULUL!"
Both sung the traditional greeting and shake their hips with their arms over the back of their heads, shook their heads like a dance. Then to a closing matter, held their hands under the armpits to make farting noises. He was grateful for the so-called 'traditional' greeting was done with.
"Now that the formalities are over, might I inquire the purpose of your call, your overdness?" Adjusting the tie to look pleasant.
"Just checking up, Limburger. After all, I'm certain you are aware of the recent news."
"News?" Pretending he didn't know. "Oh! You mean the peace treaty? I must say, very bold move to broker a peace treaty with the Cybertronian Empire, after all the years of hostilities between our two nations."
"Drop the act, Limburger, you should know better then to believe in all that! And given our current situation, the council had no choice."
"B-But Lord Camembert. Wouldn't this affect our status as the top of the galaxy?" Limburger responded. "The resources we need for our military campaigns, like the Gems or the Highbreed, and especially the Martian Liberation army?"
"Only to keep them off our backs! With the galaxy changing and more threats growing, it's becoming more difficult to gain advantage with enemies on all sides." Camembert stated. "We said to cease our expansion for new resources, but nothing about giving up our means to become one of the top powers and obtain the vital means to annihilate our enemies. Especially this Dust as we've studied could prove useful. But also perhaps seeking contact with a group who can do the work for us so the United Stellar Alliance or Cybertron know nothing of our involvement."
A side of the image revealed a group of cephalopod-like creatures, some having mouths with tendrils or have some over their mouths and using weapons.
"They are called Glorft, nothing much to say but appears their home place was turned into a colony by the Gems until it was destroyed by that megalomaniac Vilgax many years ago. They praised him a as hero for the destruction of their world and started attacking worlds and vessels close to their borders."
"Interesting. perhaps they could prove useful for our problems, if they praise Vilgax then we could supply them with weapons to take care of the problem for us. Keeping our fins clean as a whistle and the Alliance won't know its us." He had to admit it was a clever scheme. "And not to worry, I have an associate who is on the same boat as we are in a situation with this planet."
Camembert seems a little approved but uncertain. "Hmm, so long as they agree to help us, I am willing to return the favour on our bargain. But I warn you, Limburger, this time you better deliver!" Cuts off the transmission and gives Limburger the opportunity to blow a raspberry and a mocking wave at him, only for Camembert to appear again and Limburger chuckled nervously by waving at him without noticing, quickly switched the screen off on his end and let out a breather.
"I swear, I can't seem to take much more of the surprises today." Out of nowhere, a knife flew across and through his 'hair' which pulled the rest of his mask off and impeded into a wall, revealing his Plutarkian appearance. Another flew by and both Limburger and Karbunkle cried out and ducked with Fred the Mutant just flew by and was hanging by the hood.
The startled crime boss didn't know what happened and saw the happy mutant who didn't seem harmed, but where the daggers came from.
"YAY! Again! Do that again! So much fun!" Fred clapped his hand and tentacle together.
"Who in blazes dare do a stunt like that?!" Limburger demanded and reached out for his mask. "Any closer and that could've been my head!"
"But it didn't, Mr. Limburger." A calm cultured voice spoke out. Both of them turned around to see a man with a red cape and dressed so well, along with a dark skinned aboriginal with many markings on his body. "Pardon for our intrusion but thought to drop by.
Limburger knew who they were and stood up. "Ah, my dear fellows, Gentle-Jim and Jujunga. Such an unexpected visit." Removed the dagger and retrieved his mask to put it back on. "You could've at least called." He mumbled at the last part while tucking the edges into the collar.
Gentle-Jim gave a soft chuckle. "Apologies, but since you weren't in Chicago, it was obvious by the the amount of Grimm and carnage of the race would be your doing."
"We were sent by Lord Sammael for the update." Jujanga stated to the Plutarkian. "Do you have the data and the whereabouts of the Jewel of Neptune?"
Both Limburger and Karbunkle silently sweated and gulped. "Uhh… well, we have yet to apprehend Ms. Pitstop, but my associates are close to her current location in the race track."
"But the good news is, we have the data from the race and the combats of the fights for his supreme evilness." Karbunkle answered which was fortunate for them and pulled it out of his pocket that he received from Control Freak earlier. "The one known as Control Freak was able to download the data to this flash drive for you." Handing it to them and seem pleased about it.
"Least you done half the job, and for your trouble here be half of your pay." Gentle-Jim hands out a check to Limburger who takes it and suddenly his eyes were wide as plates and jaw drops.
Turns to them and gives them a smile while tucking the check into his coat pocket. "Well, do inform him that we be interested in future business until we complete the rest of the assignment for him." After that the two left the vehicle but clearly see some dark glow from outside and vanished, along with the two who came. Limburger had not met him in person but has heard much of his reputation from the planet's criminal underworld and very few ever met him, but with news of a cluster buried on earth, and heroes interfering their plans it would be a wise to form alliances.
Darklands
"Can't believe I have to use a new arm, I was almost certain to fully recover." Velvet was on the table to have a new arm in place, loosing her arm in a battle with a certain Huntress so long ago hurt her pride as Fallen, replacing it with an artificial arm for using her umbrakinesis to control people and use as a weapon. But with her semblance to manipulate shadows more powerful, it was not needed and went for a new style… with certain weapons that peeked her interest from a certain reality she 'explored.'
"Consider this a lesson to be learned, almost perfect and should act in the same way as your original arm. Allowing you to save time but a lot of energy for someone of your status as a young Noble Fallen." The scientist known as Mastermind said as she presented new arm that looked exactly like her regular one, given more flexibility like a real arm upon her request for certain use of weapons she obtained on her travels. "I must say when Sammael allowed me the chance to study Fallen biology to create a new arm for you, I almost feinted. To not only have a chance to study Fallen biology including your ability to regenerate but even have a chance to study how Grimm essence integrate with Aura."
Velvet would have been seen rolling her eyes if they pupils. "Yes, I'm sure."
"It is a fascinating study to see how Aura can be enhanced to regenerate bones and nerve tissue once properly melded with the Grimm essence inside your body even though they should incompatible. The Dark Substance truly offers a great deal of power that we have yet to see." Mastermind noted. "However I must admit I am puzzled as to why you are taking so long to regenerate."
"As skilled I am I never fully mastered my regenerative abilities." Black Velvet admitted, sounding slightly ashamed now. "I'm sure Sammael will want me to train and focus on mastering that ability now."
"I am sure as well." Mastermind grinned. "I hope you don't mind me taking notes on your training."
"As long as you stay out of my way." Velvet grunted as the arm was inserted. "I don't like studied like a lab rat."
"Lab rats are not worth much these days." Mastermind retorted as Velvet flexed her new arm to get the feel of it. According to Mastermind, this helps channel her semblance and use her kinetic abilities like her previous arm
"Well, at the very least you are better company than Dr. Kriegar." Velvet stood up from the table. "I'm sure you will be happy to see what I have collected."
Mastermind grinned. "You really know how to spoil a girl, don't you?"
Sitting up with her new arm complete, hoping to have a score to settle with someone. She leaves the lab and returns to her quarters until the time being for her body to fully rest up and adjusted to her new arm. Extending her hands up, focusing her mind with her eyes closed and feel the power flowing through her, a rectangular-shaped box drifted towards her hands, opening up and revealing silver rod. Held it in her hand, inspecting the designs from her and remembering the teachings from a certain being who was from a group that were almost similar to the Fallen, learning how to use pain, hatred and anger to fuel her strength, to unlock the hidden potential she never knew existed. It was not long, but taken what she had learned and perhaps pass on the knowledge to potential followers to bring the Fallen into a greater age, to bring fear into the hearts of their enemies.
Pressed her thumb on the switch and a crimson beam of light shot out into a shape of a sword, her lips curled in a grin. "Time to let the world know Black Velvet is back." Waving her lightsaber in her hand and sliced it vertically across a statue, cleaving it in half.
Denver, Colorado
The house was silent as Dracon finished attaching his last weapon.
The Gundam shifted as he finally threw his cloak on around his frame. "You're leaving already?" Tina asked.
"Yeah. Hate to admit it, but I'm getting a bad feeling," Dracon admitted. "And something tells me that I'm going to encounter someone dastardly at some point."
"You mean Dick Dastardly from the Wacky Races?" Tina wondered. "But why?"
"I dunno. But I'm not gonna take any chances, considering who he's working for."
Dracon's voice was hard as he flexed his wings a bit. "Something's not right in Chicago, and I'm determined to find out what it is."
"Does it have to do with the strange events pertaining to the underworld?" Tina inquired, her eyes narrowing. "Because if so..."
"It does. This just started a few days ago, and I'm determined to find out what is causing it." The Gundam then checked his Hyper Beam Sword in its sheath. "If I'm right... then it'll be worse than I think..." he admitted. "So... I have to go."
"All right... But be careful," Tina cautioned.
The Gundam nodded as he grabbed her by her hip and pulled her close, his faceplate meeting her lips in a passionate kiss. She returned it and moaned into his faceplate, her arms wrapping themselves around his broad shoulders. The two stayed like that for a few seconds before parting. Tina's eyes were locked onto his violet optics for a brief moment before she leaned against his chest, hearing the reassuring hum of his reactor hidden beneath the chest armor. She always enjoyed the sensation, as it was much more powerful than a mere heartbeat, and it even lulled her to sleep when they slept together. But mostly she enjoyed his presence because he was the first one who really looked out for her.
She finally looked up at him. "I mean it. Be careful..."
Dracon nodded. "I promise I will be," he told her gently, his husky, lowered voice making a shudder run down her spine. She always got the shivers from his voice when it was like this. "I'll be back once this is done."
"Got it," she said. "Love you, big guy."
Dracon chuckled. "Love you too, hon." He leaned in and quickly pecked her with his faceplate against her cheek before he turned and headed out, closing the door behind him.
CF: SO what do you guys think? Impressed right?
DP: Hmm, nice, gotta name of it and your weapon?"
CF:… hey its a working progress just havent figured them out like I said!
DP: True, but damn that Black Velvet, prrrr! She can raid me anytime.
GCD: You do know she could slice you into pieces, if the Beast doesn't get ya first.
DP: You think I got a shot?
GCD: never mind. So! We're almost there and possibly the last one after this! man its been months to get this done with other things to do, sorry for the slowness but its worth it and hope you enjoyed it so far!