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[b]Kubo - Location:[/b] Home Basement/Streets of Astoria - [b]Tags:[/b] Open[/center]

In the dimly-lit basement of an Astoria homestead, all the sounds of a metal workshop could be heard, from the scorching noise of welding to the pounding of metal, and the whirr of machinery. It had been a very long night for Kubo. 

[color=6ecff6]"Whew...I think MK-I is almost ready to roll!"[/color]

A young man who couldn't be much older than his early 20s raised up a welding mask, casting a blowtorch to the side. Days worth of exhaustion showed on their face, clearly Japanese in heritage. Happy with their work, however, a smile broke through on them against the odds. Taking a hard chug of bottled water, they gave a satisfied sigh, looking over their life's work. 

A menacing figure of steel stood in front of the youth, its open sockets lightly pulsing red light, courtesy of the source of its power; the Kubo Generator, another new creation of its maker's design. It was far from an Arc Reactor, but it had the potency to do what was necessary; this iron-clad suit would serve as the start for a whole new hero, a guardian of the free world, which they needed now more than ever. This....

Was Project Ultraman. 

[color=6ecff6]"Alright, running diagnostics. R.E.G.I.S., sound off!"[/color]

[color=0072bc]"GREETINGS, ADMINISTRATOR AKIO."[/color] A harshly synthetic voice rang out from the suit, earning a grin from the one now known as Akio. The suit was one thing, but managing the A.I. present inside was an even larger task. One that, against all odds, he had managed. 

[color=6ecff6]"Sweet, you work! Well, tell me, how are things on the inside there?"[/color]

[color=0072bc]"ULTRAMAN RUNNING AT 100% POWER. SUIT INTEGRITY AT 100%. INTERNET CONNECTION VERIFIED."[/color] As if to prove that point, he could hear a video played from the inside of the suit...And he heard what sounded like a panicked yelp, and fearful whispers. [color=6ecff6]"Uh...R.E.G.I.S., open up the suit and lets replay that, okay?"[/color] [color=0072bc]"AFFIRMATIVE."[/color]

His wonderous creation folded out before him, and with a giddy grin on his face, Kubo allowed himself to fall backwards into it, becoming encased in both a literal and figurative sense; he wasn't Akio, not anymore. Now....He was Ultraman. Sadly though, he didn't have all the time in the world to look stupid smiling at no one about his successes. There was a video to check out. 

Inside, Akio saw the unbelievable. Or, y'know, it would've been if a giant purple man hadn't made half the universe disappear barely a year back. Including himself. In the video, hiding in the shrubbery, someone recorded a shocking incident; a rip in space, as a small group of, well, without better descriptors, fiendish individuals came forth. After one seemingly gave some commands, the group went their seperate ways, with two of them westbound. 

[color=6ecff6]"Hey, wait. That's Central Park, right?"[/color] [color=0072bc]"AFFIRMATIVE."[/color] [color=6ecff6]"So the duo that's headed west...They'll be passing through here. Heh...R.E.G.I.S.?"[/color] [color=0072bc]"YES, ADMINISTRATOR?"[/color]

[color=6ecff6]"We just found our first mission."[/color]

With that, Akio was fully ready to prepare to fly straight through his own basement into the skies...Before remembering the boosters were mostly dysfunctional. With a groan, he made his way out of the basement, and in the cover on night, left through his home's backdoor and onto the moon-shrouded streets of a New York night. It was time to get to work!