[center][h3][color=f7976a]U L T R A[/color][/h3][/center]



"[color=gray]Oh God... please... n...[/color]" The voice stopped in an instant as a sickening crack filled the alleyway not far from the ration station. A shrill scream met the crack, drowned out by the commotion caused by the mutes and the chicken-walkers. The general chaos always helped Ultra get more rations. The girl tried running. They always try running. Ultra raised his hand and pointed his finger at her, shooting a small and precise bolt of energy (very similar in nature to the plasma rifles the mutes use) into the base of the girl's neck. Her body crumpled to the ground. Ultra took no pleasure in slaughtering children, but it was better she died than having any unnecessary complications. This routine was not abnormal for Ultra. Food and rations were an essential form of capital in this colony. Everyone needed it to survive, and if the Outsiders decided to stop handing out rations, Ultra was prepared. Besides, the assembly of five corpses now gathered in this alley reminded Ultra of the good old days... the days when he could prey upon the weak openly. Maybe the day would come again...

Ultra grabbed the rations he could out of the man's backpack and made his way out into the chaos. He turned his head towards the mutes and the chicken walker, watching them taken down within seconds. Ultra sighed, and leaned against the wall as he watched the powered individuals for a few moments. He knew a couple of them, and he had spent an inordinate amount of time tracking a few of them and beating answers out of bystanders to have a few guesses as to where this group's destination might be. Might be nice to meet up with them later. For now, Ultra was going to need to recharge, and he knew just the person to go to.
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Ultra was never fond of the shit-filled passageway he always took to meet his favorite doctor. Granted, having to breath in the disgusting fumes of excrement was better than having to deal with any Outsider interference. Ultra passed by the markings, not bothering to check them with the equipment he had. Ultra needed to get there quick, so he made his way to the stairway. It was blocked off... again. Ultra sighed, and began straining to push aside the obstacles before replacing them. He hated having to exert some of his power to move this shit, but it made sense... especially after Ultra had stumbled upon their little base quite a while back.

Now came the fun part. Ultra knew how to bypass most of the counter-measures, and took his time making sure to avoid tripping anything. He could handle practically any of the counter-measures thrown his way... but it typically helped to avoid danger whenever possible. Ultra was close to the outer door now, so he eyed up one of the nearby drones and did the only thing he could. "[color=f7976a]Hey Doc... if I could get a let in, that would be great.[/color]" He held up the backpack for the drone and whatever cameras might be nearby to see. It was still a little blood-stained since Ultra took the opportunity to play with his victim first. "[color=f7976a]I brought dinner and could use a charge.[/color]"