]FIVE YEARS AGO
| Tony Stark stood there surrounded by the buzz of activity. Scientists and technicians scrambled around, the general air of activity was electric. Tony just stood there, more content than I had ever seen him. In the years prior to his kidnapping he had seemed happy, in his own way. Though it was superficial, there was always something down below the surface. Something darker, and more twisted. After he returned from the desert in clawed its way nearer to the surface, and throughout the War Machine project I had always thought that his heart wasn't truly in it. It wasn't, ofcourse and that is what led them here. To Abysus. I couldn't pretend to understand half of what was going on. The Salazars stood discussing something with Ryland over a tablet, Doctors Riva and Vanko off near the nanite containment unit arguing with Andrew Forson. I eyed that trio with a little bit more suspicion. I knew Riva well, and Forson passed every concievable security screening that I could throw at the man. Yet Ivan Vanko was the son of former soviet scientist Anton Vanko, who had been kicked out of the United States due to allegations Tonys father made. I didn't trust him nearly as far as I could throw him. Looking down, servos whirring as I lifted my hands up I flexed by steel-gray fingers when I realised, I could throw him pretty far if I needed too. "You don't understand the powers that you're dealing with!" "Yo Rhodey!" "You knew what you were singing on for, you know why we brought you here-" Pulled from the revelry by the very unserious voice, thrown across the room amidst some of the most serious minds of our generation, I looked up to see Tony now looking directly at me. That stupid cockeyed smile upon his face, the kind that Rhodey knew he was going to be insufferable... because he was feeling clever about himself. "What you're proposing could mean the very end of the world as we know it!- | ![]() _________________________________ |
"What is it Tony?" I said, walking towards him. Waving away the offered half glass of wine he picked up off a nearby workstation and waved in my direction. With a slight head tilt, the faceplate for my helmet swing back up. A cold wave of air washing over my face. The smell of a dozen different blends of coffee assaulting my sense of smell, numerous keys tapping away at computers and the faint buzz of electricity. All smells and sounds the helmet was designed to filter out, unless I desired. It took me a second to register and push my way passed them.
"You're insane! If you activate their self replication function without any safe-guards in place, you could cause a cascading effect-"
"Oh nothing, just wondering if you wanted to bask in my greatness-" I smiled sardonically back at him, and as he registered the expression he looked taken aback a moment, before laughing and slapping me on the shoulder. Gently, I couldn't feel the gesture through the suit but the meaning was clear."Oh don't look at me like that, this time tomorrow the world is going to be a very different place-" Despite the weight of the suit, I allowed to be taken along by his arm as we walked in step around the lab. He sipped playfully at his glass of wine as he walked. "Oh I know what you're going to say. Now Tony, I've heard it all before. Smart bombs, smart guns, smart lasers. Then once you were done killing things, it was the smart crop, smart brick, smart bottle. Now you're just doing smart robots."
"That's why I brought you here, now if you aren't going to do it then get the HELL out of my way and I'll do it myself-"
I stopped suddenly, my sudden change in momentum spun him around to face me. Lifting my gauntleted hands I grabbed his shoulders with a grim, and serious expression upon my face. As I spoke, the act began to stop as the smile spread across my face. "Please don't give up your dayjob of being a brilliant scientist, genius-"
"Playboy and philantrophist?" Tony added helpfully. I was about to retort when there was a loud bang followed by a snap and a crash. Instantly I pulled Tony back, the visor popping down with a hiss sealing across my faceplate as the HUD reappeared before my vision. The various diagnostics and sensors swepped across my vision, as I panned around the room I doubled back as the system locked onto an unconcious man lying on the floor, Vanko. His face bloodied Riva stood over him with a bloodied wrench in his hand, and Foster with his back to him as he keyed buttons on the terminal like a man possessed.
Tony brushed around me as he failed to move the armour out of his way. I tried to stop him, however he ducked under my arm. Swearing I continued to prime weapon systems, running through checklists in my head. Trying to take inventory of the space around me, who was moving, who wasn't. Most everyone in the room appeared to be looking at the bloodied scene infront of them. As I peered through the motion sensors though they told a different story, as very slowly two figures appeared to be moving at my sensors extreme range. Slowly and methodically. In an effort to flank me, no doubt was my initial thought as I worked hard to also maintain my line of sight on the events unfolding right before me. I just needed a distraction, something to get into position so I could take out as many of the hsotages as possible without putting them at risk -
"What the hell is going on here?"
PRESENT DAY
"You realise that's not normal, right?" Noah gawfed, but Rex merely ignored it as he spoke. He could feel the sudden chill as a shadow crossed over atop him, blocking him out from the heat. In what was supposed to be a secret vacation. Providence had been good to him, it had given him a home. Something to do, somewhere to be and some pretty good people to be around. What he didn't like, was White Knights insistence that he was nothing more than a weapon. A tool to be used when and where he saw fit, and to be damned with the concept of anything else.
It had taken him several attempts at running away, with verious degrees of success in order for him to get White Knight to agree to letting him have a friend, even if that one friend was just Noah. "Just once, I want to be able to sit and chill for about, five minutes. Is that too much to ask for-" Rex opened his eyes to see which of his babysitters had been sent for him this time, then arched an eyebrow. A figure stood looming over him. His face was long, his eyes like fire-blue slits. The rest of his face was smooth and metallic, with long flowing white hair falling from behind his head. His entire body appeared to be as if it was well chiselled stone, with a dark yet shiny hue to it.
Rex sat up slowly, eyeing him with suspicion. He could sense the nanites, but this was something different. Every EVO he faced was a mindless rage monster, whether they had been human originally or not. Despite the figures lack of mouth he could hear the faint metallic breathing, rasping its way through his face. "Hey so, I'm not entirely sure what's going on here, but if you're looking for a barber, I'm sure I can come up with something-" Before he could finish his thoughts, two long strands of wire dropped from the figures wrists and as he grabbed onto them Rex could see the spark of electricity. "Woah now!" Rex rolled as one of the crackling whips was brought down onto his sun lounger.
Screams now pierced the air, as he rolled one way and then the next trying to stay out of the freaks path of attack. "All you had to say was that we were in your space dude -ugh- we would have moved." There was a whir, and a clank as he pictured the blueprints in his head. Swinging his arm around in a block that would hardly succeed, his arm grew and shifted shape. A large orange blade now existing there, his arm growing directly into the hilt of the weapon.
There was a clang as the whip slapped onto the sword, spinning around the blade coming within mere centimetres of his face. Rex pulled back against his opponents pull, digging his heels in in an attempt to hold his ground. "So my names Rex, what's yours?"



