[center][h3][color=f7976a]U L T R A[/color][/h3][/center]
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Ultra gave a small smile as he heard the locks whir and click, a sign that he was clearly still welcome in the little laboratory. He would hate to waste time and effort trading blows with Tesla again... though killing the Mutes was rather enjoyable. Ultra pushed the door open, taking his time to enter the lab and pull out a set of standard-issue rations. They always came with a small little slab of meat... well, he never really questioned what it was. It was like jerky and was perfect on the go. As he saw his counter-part, Ultra tossed the meat-stick towards him. "[color=f7976a]I'll try not to, Dad.[/color]"

He didn't bother wasting his time chatting. Viktor didn't trust the energy controller for very good reasons. Hell, Ultra didn't trust himself half the time. The anger was subsiding after the incident in the alley-way. He made his way towards the lab itself, dropping off the bag of rations in the corner and pulling out a metal tin of the most rancid-smelling meal he could remember and began slurping it up off the tray. Just because the rations were barely suitable for human consumption didn't mean Ultra didn't savor and enjoy them when he could.

As he approached the good doctor, Ultra admired the remnants of another one of the doctor's experiments. He raised an eyebrow at the surely decimated head. "[color=f7976a]Viktor and I were at the same station today. Almost left to spread the field but I figured he might need backup. Wasn't necessary. I'm sure you heard about the recent magic trick 'tall, dark, and handsome' pulled.[/color]"

Ultra made his way to the usual recharging station. He flicked a few switches on the wall, making sure to only fill himself up to a moderate capacity. The electricity sparked around him, turning from a sky blue to a rose red. The aura of energy circled Ultra's exposed arms before intersecting into a metal plate in his right breast. The surge of power seized up Ultra's muscles and forced him into a brief euphoric rush.

Once complete on his recharge, Ultra turned back towards the doctor. His head was back on straight, and he was ready to do the reporting the doctor always asked for "[color=f7976a]Response time is up 13% percent from last week, which isn't exactly a good sign. I also brought dinner, and I have a decent idea where the fuckers from earlier are located. I've been tailing some of them for a short time. I have a feeling they might be useful in gathering some cores and getting us out of here, if that's still our end goal...[/color]" Ultra's voice seemed to fade off, which was unusual for the hothead. He almost seemed... nervous.