I simply waited for my food while drinking my tea. I went back inside and went to go sit down in the waiting area by the counters. There was a row of chairs against the wall on the left. Another row of chairs on the right mirrored them. I sat down on the chairs on the left side and crossed my legs. I got out my phone and I checked the news. Where did I get the phone from? I just built one as Grey Matter.
I scrolled through my apps, of which I had very few, and tapped the news. Of course, it decided to show me news about places I wasn't interested in at first. Annoyed, I scrolled past that crap and discovered the Brockton Daily. There were mentions of someone named the 'Red Queen' that was visiting hospitals and healing people for a price. Apparently, this new Cape was relatively new, and they seemed to be well regarded. But I swear I've heard the name Red Queen before. I put the thought in the back of my mind for now and kept looking through the recent news.
It was a rather slow news day since the only other somewhat noteworthy stories were Capes being spotted having lunch with each other. Well, it was a bit unusual since the Capes were on opposite sides and they were obviously minors. I think one of them was a Ward and the others were part of the E88, the Teeth, or a Rogue. But they were just eating and weren't hurting anything or bothering anyone. Yeah, obviously had to be a slow news day.
I scrolled past that and started looking through the out of city news. Iron Man existed but the Avengers didn't exist, at least for now. Omnimorph seemed to be active in Bellw-
Yeah, that's Ben, isn't it? So, it's going to be awkward when I end up eventually meeting him isn't it? People are going to wonder how we have such similar powers and that's something I'm not interested in explaining. Especially since I don't even know why I'm in this hellhole of a world. I'm probably going to have to rename my forms since people are going to bitch and moan about us having the same names for our forms.
Ding Ding
There goes the bell. I looked up and heard Riley yelling over to me that my order was done. I put my phone in my pocket and got up from the rather hard wooden chair. I walked over to the counter and reached into my pocket. I had a twenty on me and I gave that away at once for my burger. She handed me my order and I handed over my twenty. I told her to keep the change and I gave her a polite goodbye.
I strolled past the other restaurant goers and avoided the little brown and purple fur balls chasing each other across the floor like they didn't have good sense. I made my way over to the door and exited the establishment. But not before holding the door open for others to come in. I went out the door and began to walk down to our house. It wasn't far away, and it was only a fifteen-to-twenty-minute walk away from the pier.
I went around the corner and went past the area where there seemed to be a clean-up crew. I'm guessing that was probably due to a break in or a fight that broke out around here.
I finally walked down the street and saw the house. I broke out into a minor sprint to get there quickly. Thankfully, my food wasn't going to be really messed up due to the simplicity of my order and how I was holding it. I went up to the porch and opened the door to the empty and quiet house. I went past the couch and into the kitchen. I set my food down and took it out of the bag. I opened the to-go box and looked it over. It was right but it was unfortunately only lukewarm now. I put it in the microwave and entered a twenty second countdown. After the microwave beeped to loudly tell me that my food was done, I took it out and swiftly went over to the living room and couch. I turned on the TV and started to get busy devouring the monstrous burger and greasy, salty fries.
******
I finally got done with my burger and quickly went down to the basement once again to start Tinkering once again. I'm going to have to test my tech soon. I brought the Omnitrix up to chest height and I noticed that it was giving off a soft green glow. I actually took off my stealth device when I came home. I turned the dial and brought up the settings menu and I saw that I had some new functions available. The main article was that there was something called 'Uniform Mode'. I tapped the screen and the unexpected happened. Light green lines appeared over my entire body from the watch. It was like it was scanning me. What the hell was this?
I got my answer when a green light made its way up my arm and across my body to my other arm. A few seconds passed with nothing happening. Then I heard a clicking coming from the Omnitrix and I saw that the faceplate was moving by itself! A white fluid crawled up my arm and completely overtook me within milliseconds. I couldn't even react or scream in the quick timeframe it took for the fluid to "eat" me.
The weird gel solidified and transformed itself into a suit. The suit reminded me of an astronaut suit mixed with the UAF and OV era Plumber outfits with some black and grey accents to it. My vision suddenly darkened as a helmet surrounded my head and a visor/mask went over my face.
What the hell? I would never have expected this from the Omnitrix. I looked down at my wrist to talk to the watch and I saw that it was the exact same shape it was before.
"Um, Omnitrix?" My voice sounded the same at least. "What is this?"
<Hello, Camryn. You have unlocked the Uniform Mode for the Omnitrix.>
I rolled my eyes." Yeah, I saw that when I clicked on the bit of text that said 'Uniform Mode'. Can you explain to me how this works?"
<Well, while you have been transforming so often, I've been calibrating myself to your body. Each individual transformation has sped up that process significantly. I've decided to reward you with new functions due to your experimentation with your genetic profiles.> That's interesting but it isn't what I'm looking for. However, the watch wasn't done yet.
<This new mode has granted you armor that was created while I scanned your body for your measurements. This suit is designed to be comfortable and protective.>
"Okay, but what can it do? Can it do more than just protect me?"
<Yes, it can do more than merely protect you. But you'll have to figure out how to work out other functions on your own. I want you to be creative. And merely telling you things won't help spur creativity. But I will tell you that there are some functions that you simply just need to will out of the armor. Remember I'm always here if you need me, but don't forget to be creative!>
And the Omnitrix stopped. That was... something alright. Of course, the Omnitrix was playing vague mentor bullshit with me. That pissed me off to no fricking end. But it was still helpful to me. I just needed to will some functions of this armor? So how do I do that? Um, armor, scan whatever is in front of me now!
The inside of my helmet lit up with a green glow. Some text appeared right below my nose. The text said, 'Scanning non-organic matter' and it had a percentage beside it that was quickly rising. The result that came back was the composition of the wooden table and how old it was. At least, that's what I assumed it was since I couldn't actually read any of it since it was written in an alien language! This thing needs a translation or something like that. That was when the text changed to English. So that's what the Omnitrix meant by merely willing functions!
I looked around and got scans of everything in the room within a minute's worth of time. A bar at my left that seemed to be the health of the suit. I looked over and around the inside and I didn't see anything resembling a power meter. I went upstairs and started to scan everything in sight. After about ten minutes of scanning, I finally stopped and thought about the implications of this. I don't need to bother with a costume! But just in case, I'm still going to make a mask somehow, and I'm still going to wear it.
I needed to figure out how to take off my armor or dismiss it somehow. When I finished thinking that thought, the armor retracted back into the Omnitrix and left me bare. Thankfully, I still had my clothes on. On that note, it's time to go make some more gear as Upgrade! I jogged back down the stairs, opened the door and slammed it behind me, then transformed into the biomechanical blob once again.
I let myself ooze and I spread myself along the floor to the box of random materials. I need a good way to get more materials easier. If I go down to the Graveyard again, then there might be something good in a storage container or in a ship's hull. Yeah, it might be eaten away at by time and the ocean, but it would probably have something I can use.
I willed myself to form tendrils of soft, cold metal and grabbed the boxes and random computers. I pulled over the discarded and broken printers and sat them all on the floor next to me. I rose back up to Upgrade's 7'0" height and merged with the broken technology and I got to work. I pulled out every little piece of scrap, wire, and CPU that I needed for a decent taser. Unfortunately, I was limited to non-Brute tasers and I'm pretty sure even if I could make a taser for Brutes, the ones in Brockton would be pretty damn resistant to them. My body fused the technology together. Wires connected, batteries combined, metals fused.
My nanites pulled back and away from my first non-lethal creation and I spat it out and gently placed it onto the floor. I kept working away and came out with a basic collapsible baton. It wasn't exactly high-tech, but it'll do for my needs. I needed something else, like pepper spray. I could just buy that somewhere. Unfortunately, I didn't have enough good parts for a 3D printer like I had wanted. Yeah, I'm definitely going to have to go out and scavenge for materials. I willed my form back into its original state of bipedalism and there was a body camera at my feet. It was a basic Earth camera, not very difficult to create at all.
Normally, Tinkers need to make tools in order to make tools to actually start building their bullshit, physics-defying tech. Upgrade obviously doesn't have such a limitation. I needed parts though for the really good stuff. While Upgrade could definitely cheat and build alien technology with Earth parts, it wouldn't be anywhere near as good as the real thing. I noticed that I could build things like AI, VI, and even WMDs. Oh, hell no, I'm not touching any of that yet. I don't want any of that on my plate. I've got to deal with the gangs and actually improve the city, not destroy it. But the annoying thing about that is the fact that the PRT apparently thinks that if a gang war were to break out, they could just handle it.
For some reason, they think that they could simply keep control despite their complete failure to do so. It's literally the most arrogant attitude that they could have, but they're actually dumb enough to assume that. "Yeah, we can totally keep control and make sure that a gang war will never happen. Because we've done such a fine job already. I mean look at this city, it's not like it's utterly infested with utter trash because of lazy, incompetent, unempathetic, asshole branches in other states not bothering to give us any help. OH WAIT." Arrogant twats. They actually think that the current status quo is okay enough to justify stagnation. It doesn't apply to just the ENE branch, it applies to the organization as a whole.
It's honestly ridiculous. The whole thing about people hating and trying to resist change is absurd to me. The people who argue about changing the status quo are always the ones who are satisfied with it (or benefit from it) the most. The selfish pricks! Change is something that you deal with no matter what in your life! Get over yourselves and grow the hell up, you dumbasses!
It doesn't help that Cauldron has the dumbest possible plan in the universe to deal with Scion's inevitable rampage. And they've deliberately sabotaged the PRT and Protectorate because they think Parahumans and other Superhumans rising to power is inevitable. I mean that's legitimately true, but it's massively unfair to the unpowered population to just let them get the short end of the stick. On top of Alexandria's "plan" to incorporate Capes into society, the stupidest shit I've ever heard. To sum it up, racist laws and forcing Supers to jump through hoops and submitting to government that lacks the power to properly enforce the law. Does she want a civil war? A war that the unpowered people are almost certain to lose! There's no such thing as plot armor for stupid people in real life. No bullshitting your way through real life just because of dumb luck and because the author doesn't want to just end things with simplicity.
They apparently never questioned Path to Victory and seemed to never considered that it might not be a good idea to use a power that your enemies might have sabotaged. Yeah, nice going jackasses. You doomed yourselves! "Let's kill the God with a power that he might have and might be capable of messing with at any point in time!"
Enough ranting about the stupidity of people! I was done with my things finally!
The taser of course required a way to be charged. I needed more plastic and non-conductive materials to finish the casing properly. But other than that, everything was pretty alright. I went back upstairs and grabbed my phone. I opened my text messages and started texting Maria.
{Nyr: Hey, I think it's time to go out now. I think I could do it by myself for right now.}
Yes, I include proper capitalization, punctuation, and spelling in my messages. A few minutes later I received a message from her.
{Maria: hey this is riley. mom said that you had better keep yourself safe and in one piece.}
She texted me again about half a minute later.
{Maria: don't you need a costume}
I sent her a message detailing what just happened with the armor. She sent me another back telling me that I had better watch my ass. I sat my phone down and went over to the TV stand and picked up my untraceable phone that I made a couple days ago. I made it with Grey Matter due to his greater precision and programmed it with Upgrade due to his knowledge about coding and technological tracking. I'd be damn surprised if someone had managed to crack through a combination of Kree, Shi'ar, Galvan, and Imperium coding and firewalls. If they do that, then they deserve the right to trace me, clearly.
I went over to the door, and I put my hand on the knob. I twisted the knob and opened the door. I guess this was as ready as I could be at this point. I mean there was definitely more I could do, but I don't think I could really do something about it now.
I stepped out the front door and I stopped. Why was I going out the front door?
******
After my stupid action, I went back inside, obviously I closed the door, and ran to the backyard. I activated the Omnitrix menu and selected the armor. It covered me with no pause. I had my baton, my taser, laser pistol, my body cam, and my armor. I was ready for my first patrol. I can't imagine that this would be too easy since it was only three o'clock. But you never know what could happen.
I raised my watch up and dialed up Jetray. With a slight application of pressure and a green flash of light, I was now my fastest alien, at least in the air. I took to the skies and soared through the air at a steady pace. I used my enhanced vision to scan for any sign of trouble. Nothing so far...
I wondered if this was going to be a bust or not. It's too early to consider that but I'm a paranoid and impatient ass. Of course, something seemed to be happening right after I finished my thought. I focused and I could see that there seemed to be a shoot-out between police and another group. I couldn't tell who the other group was, since they all seemed to be taking refuge in a warehouse at the shipping part of town. I think I have a target! I flew down to the warehouse and decided to try a form I haven't really used often at this point.
I saw that there were some cops trying to deal with whoever the hell was in the warehouse. I drifted slowly down to the ground and landed with hardly a sound. Echo Echo wasn't a very good idea because of the windows. While I'm sure I could avoid the shattering, I don't want to take a chance and screw up. I twisted the outer ring of the Omnitrix symbol, yes, I brought my light bender with me. And I transformed into Ghostfreak.
******
The larger of the two police officers grunted as he deftly maneuvered to avoid the shots fired by the skinhead gangsters. His partner, visibly terrified, crouched behind the police cruiser, experiencing his first proper gunfight. The seasoned officer, safely entrenched behind cover, muttered about the heavily armed gang members, questioning how they consistently managed to acquire superior weaponry.
Peeking carefully around the cruiser, the younger officer noticed the Empire 88 goons strategically taking cover. One utilized his own reinforced car, deflecting bullets from an AK that landed dangerously close, ricocheting off the ground.
Another sought refuge behind a pillar supporting a section of the loading bay, laden with valuable assets such as guns and money. Frustrated, the younger officer inquired about the arrival of backup, his partner responding with the grim news of a 10 to 15-minute wait, further delayed by widespread conflicts across the city.
"Fifteen minutes or more, and a Protectorate Cape is on the way," the older officer grumbled, capturing the essence of their dire situation. "The Teeth's chaos is slowing down our response."
"Fan-fucking-tastic," the younger officer groaned, reflecting on the perennial struggles faced by the Brockton Bay Police Department (BBPD) and the Parahuman Response Team (PRT). The ongoing gang violence always seemed to tip the scales in favor of the criminal factions, exploiting the inadequacies of the understaffed and overwhelmed PRT.
Unbeknownst to anyone on the field, a powerful newcomer had entered the fray, a figure not witnessed since the defeat of the Endbringer, Leviathan – a spectral force capable of altering the course of events. Abruptly, the gunfire from the warehouse ceased, only to resume with heightened intensity, accompanied by horrified screams, culminating in an eerie silence that befell the scene.
The two officers exchanged baffled yet relieved glances as a sudden plop echoed beside them, revealing two incapacitated Empire thugs. Surveying the scene, they noticed an Ectonurite materialize a few meters away.
"Now isn't this much better than before. These fools were so noisy that they needed to be silenced," the Ectonurite chuckled, addressing the officers as if he had not just materialized out of thin air. "I'm very sorry for this, officers. I do not know the proper procedure for this situation."
"That's alright," Officer Kottsick assured him, though completely taken aback. "Sir, do you have a name?" Despite the seeming triviality of the question, Officer Kottsick was well aware of Case 53s and memory loss among certain EVOs.
"My name is Ghostfreak, sir," the Cape replied politely. "Would you like me to retrieve those other fools? There were at least four more, and they had a lot of guns."
"That would be fine, sir," Kottsick responded. The specter gave the officers a thumbs-up and soared back into the warehouse, leaving the officers in a state of relieved surprise.
"Well, at least this new Cape is pretty damn nice," Officer Caporale remarked, holstering his pistol. His partner, after a moment of contemplation, did the same.
As they discussed the unexpected turn of events, screams and gunshots once again pierced the air. The officers, amused by the terrified reactions of the goons they had been dealing with, couldn't help but appreciate the headache-inducing situation these criminals had unwittingly created.
Soon after, Ghostfreak reappeared, holding two goons in his arms and three more ensnared by black and white striped tentacles emanating from his chest. The captured thugs bore various injuries, but none seemed lethal. The officers recoiled at the acrid smell of urine, prompting them to cover their noses.
Amidst the scene, the wailing of a police siren and the skidding of wheels announced the arrival of another police cruiser. The officers inside quickly exited, eyeing the unconscious men and the light green ghost.
"Did you do... this?" the shortest cop asked, casting a gaze at Ghostfreak. The spectral Cape smiled – although unseen – and nodded in affirmation.
As the officers tried to understand the situation, Officer Kottsick, annoyed by the chaos, questioned the lateness of their colleagues. The bearded cop, the second tallest among them, groaned, attributing the slowed response to the ongoing Teeth-induced turmoil across the city.
Ghostfreak, sensing his assistance was no longer required, conveyed his need to leave. "If you don't need me for anything else, I have to get going. I have things to do," he said with a slightly hurried tone.
"Sure thing, Ghostfreak. You helped us out a lot here," Officer Kottsick acknowledged. Extending his hand, he gestured for a handshake. Ghostfreak flew over, took the extended hand, and shook it. Kottsick couldn't help but notice the extremely sharp claws and the unnaturally cold touch of Ghostfreak's hand, akin to the temperature of a lifeless body.
******
I was satisfied with that minor horror show. It was so enjoyable to hear their screams of pure terror. They fully deserved it. The Empire constantly kill, harass, and bully others just to satisfy their own egos. "Aryan superiority" and "Master race" delusions have no place for today's society. Some people just needed to have the stupidity beaten out of them.
I noticed that there was a motorcycle roaring past me. No one was aware of my presence due to me being invisible. I looked out at the road, and I saw Armsmaster speeding down on his Tinkertech motorcycle. The leader of the Protectorate and major glory hound zoomed right past me with his vehicle roaring in the night. I would think that someone with his Tinker specialty, Miniaturization and Efficiency, wouldn't have a creation that was so noisy. But I guess having intimidation on your side is quite useful.
Oh, it was very useful indeed. I popped into the alley way and the Omnitrix timed out, bringing me back to normal. I was still in the armor, so that was good. I strolled out of the alley like it was nothing. I noticed that I was right beside a fricking McDonald's. How fitting for me.
I walked down the street like I wasn't in armor. I probably looked like a complete and utter nerd on their way to some sort of convention.
I looked over to one side and saw people taking out their phones to take pictures of me. I saw some others trying to get away as quickly as possible. Do they really think I'm one of those pricks who'll just start fight for no real reason? Judgmental much?
I just kept walking and walking. I knew that this may not be a very practical way of getting around for right now, but I don't exactly have a decent mode of transportation. I'll need to fix that at some point. Once again, a lack of good materials is really biting me right now.
I should really invest in some zip ties or something like that for restraints. I guess that Bloxx would do for the next transformation in that case. I remembered that he could restrain someone with ease, considering that he could restrain the for some reason weaker Alien X in the Reboot. Always wondered why he was so much weaker than the original.
I can't worry about that right now. I'm patrolling.
There wasn't much that was happening right now. I was so bored. But it's not like a lacking of action is a bad thing. It means I'm not in a life or death situation.
That's when I heard a thunderous booming sound. I looked around and saw nothing that would have made such a noise. I looked up and saw something that I would never had expected to see in my life. A giant... uh I don't know how to describe it... some sort of weird head thing that was starting to spit out little baby alien-things.
The bigger thing was predominantly black with purple splotches dotting it. It had yellow "hairs" and green spikes that formed a sort of "crown", as if signifying that this thing was somehow a form of royalty. It had a multitude of black, bulbous eyes and a long tube for a mouth. Said tube was spitting out these "babies' like fricking rabbits in heat during mating season.
I don't know what the hell this is about, but the Omnitrix was still recharging despite its recharging noticeably getting quicker. Though it still took at least nine minutes. Which is annoying since I've been practicing like crazy over the past few weeks. The "children" were just a very small and much cuter version of the... mommy, daddy, progenitor, or maybe all three at once?
A mechanical (biological? It was hard to tell.) suit that was about eight to nine feet tall jumped down from the massive head-mother-thing. It looked like a crappy rip-off of a Gundam or Transformers. A loud voice came from the suit of... well, armor. It was more like a mini-mecha really. Which is just a big suit of armor, really. "LADIES AND GENTLEMEN!" the voice yelled out in a most ham-tastic way. I'm guessing that this was Uber and L33t. "WE HAVE COME TO CONQUER THIS WORLD FOR THE GLORY OF THE GALAGANS!" Yes, it was definitely those two idiots. Or just a really stupid alien like Zim. Please don't let me deal with the freaking Irkens, I can't handle that level of raw dumbassery.
Remember how I said Bloxx was going to be the next form? Well, looks like I've got to scratch that idea for now. I'm going to need to fly again. Ugh. Of all the times to make a potential big splash, it would be wasted on the two laughing stocks of Brockton Bay.
I noticed that there was a crowd starting to form, from a safe distance. I looked down at the Omnitrix, still that blood red color. Dammit. Some people seemed to have a good sense of judgement since they were trying to get the hell out of dodge. They grabbed their kids if they had them.
I gave a glance over to the road behind me and noticed that there were Capes coming. I don't know who, but they had better have the ability to shoot things. They came up quickly and I saw that it was Laserdream. Which makes sense since she's supposed to be the fastest flier of her family. There were others following her. One was in a blue and white suit. Another was in a pink and white suit. Antares followed behind them. Someone else flew behind them. That person had a black and yellow suit, somewhat similar to Antares.
Not a single one of them had their face revealed, so that means that they likely never took down Marquis in this universe. Well, I can say that any metaknowledge that I had was utterly useless here. As if I didn't know that already!
Laserdream came up and started calling out the "Galagans". "Seriously? Can't you idiots just give it a break?" She asked them incredulously. The war mech simply laughed at her. "THAT'S BIG TALK FROM SUCH A SMALL WOMAN LIKE YOURSELF." Wow, what a dick.
She didn't seem to appreciate that because she raised her hand and blasted the suit with a crimson beam of energy. The beam struck the machine, which I assumed had Uber piloting it, in the chest. Didn't do shit to the armor, just left a smoking spot.
The loud voice cackled as a bunch of the "babies" finally came over to help their... friend, I guess?
I don't know anything about Galaga or Space Invaders. The rest of Crystal's family (Yes, I know her name.) came in and started aiding in the fight, which was starting to pick up. Beams of energy flew out from each side, though I noticed that both parties involved were careful not to blast any civilians that were trying to watch.
Shielder's blue forcefields caught some of the babies, which were really starting to come out now, and slammed them together. The little bastards didn't leave any pieces or blood behind, just a cloud of violet vapor alongside the blue crackles of the broken forcefields.
Slower, yellow-white projectiles batted more of the cronies, which I'm guessing were actually projections rather than true children. The slow blasts were about half the speed of a thrown basketball. But they were still pretty effective. I don't know which member could use blasts like that.
Massive, electrical explosions filled the air with an almost deafening noise. Jesus, the Brigade don't play around, do they? I'd hate to go up against them personally.
There were several multi-colored fireworks lighting up the battlefield even more than it already was. Really, it was more of a weird disco rather than a true fight.
BEEP BEEP BEEP
Finally, I was back in business. But I think I'll wait to see what happens next. Then I'll know if they need any help. The Protectorate should be here soon, right? Wait, the cops said that there was fighting breaking out all over the city. They won't be here for a long time...
******
Crystal Pelham, also known as Laserdream, soared through the air and shot hard light energy blasts at the little alien projections. It didn't seem to matter how many times the weird things were crushed or blasted. There were always more taking their place. Lady Photon, the second-in-command of the Brockton Bay Brigade, stretched out her hands and formed glowing balls of energy on the tips of her fingers. She spent the energy she gathered as a form of beam, which easily impaled a large amount of the smaller Galagans.
The other members of the BBB were doing just the same, but there were still a great many of the minions still prowling the streets. This is where the non-fliers came into effect. The leader of the Brigade, the seven-foot-tall and incredibly well-built Manpower, blasted away a huge group of the ever growing alien minions. The minions now had their larger brothers among their ranks now. The new ones were only about four feet tall at the most, but they seemed to have some decent armor on them, being able to easily tank several minor blasts from each Brigade member. Not the case for Manpower though.
The group's leader grabbed one of the mooks and slammed it into the others, causing a knock over effect almost like bowling pins.
Not far away, Flashbang brought his hands to his sides and launched pale green balls of energy out at the invaders. These energy balls left a trail of white energy that faded as they got further away from the ball itself. These spheres bounced from surface to surface, enemy to enemy. When one sphere impacted another, they combined into a larger one with greater power and faster speed. Sometimes, the energy balls would blow up rather than bounce.
Antares pounded away at the flyers and sometimes threw them into the minions on the ground. She easily punched them into powder regardless of their armor, she could always dish out more force than they could handle. Just as they were making some good headway, finally, with the constant flow of annoying mooks, a new voice began to crow from seemingly nowhere.
"IT SEEMS LIKE THE DEFENDERS OF YOU PUNY HUMANS ARE HAVING A GOOD TIME! HERE LET ME SPICE THINGS UP A BIT! AHAHAHAHAHA!" Then a new gigantic being just appeared out of nowhere, though the light appeared to ripple around it, implying that it was merely camouflaged. The new arrival was a massive, bright red fly-like creature with a vaguely humanoid body.
The massive fly had a scepter which seemed to have a glowing gem on the end of its tip. The crowd had already dispersed and got to safety as soon as the ground forces were occupying the ground. The fly raised its scepter and began to seemingly command the forces. It pointed the gem at the three grounded Capes. Those Capes being Lightstar, Manpower, Flashbang, Brandish, and technically Shielder. Despite the fact that Shielder can fly, he was much slower than the other flying Movers of his family at it.
The Galagans on the ground and in the air began to rush each of the Capes, effectively dog-piling them. While Brandish with her powerful weapons made of burning light and Manpower with his immense physical strength, durability, and electromagnetic aura could hold their own, the others weren't quite as fortunate.
Flashbang had to recoil himself away from the Zerg rush and Fleur had to be grabbed by Antares due to having zero flight capabilities and her having a power that needed a bit more preparation work to really get off the ground.
The flying Blasters finally started to make their way past the flying troops and began to attack the giant spawning creature. Lady Photon, or Photon Mom to the media, began to pelt the massive brood mother with her reddish-pink blasts of light. No matter how many attacks pelted the thing, it just seemed to be invincible.
A pink blur raced past her second in command. She shot out red beams at the red fly thing. Obviously, the commander was much weaker than the spawner.
And of course, the mech suit finally joined the fray after standing on the sidelines. You'd think that someone piloting such a craft would be on the frontlines constantly, but Uber just seemed to be content to sit out most of the fighting. Of course, until he changed his mind. He began to bear down on Manpower, trying to bash him with massive metal arms. While Manpower could avoid the strikes, he couldn't really damage the suit in return. They stalemated easily until the boy in blue, Shielder, could interfere with his shields. He wrapped the metallic creation in a force field and began to levitate it away, unfortunately, he ended being blasted by one of the new flying mooks that were now carrying energy weapons. The automaton(?) was released in a field of blue dissipating energy and slammed down on the ground, crushing a few insectoid mooks beneath him.
Brandish slashed through the near endless wave of creatures but ended up being overwhelmed by the air support and constant biting and flailing of the ground forces.
Suddenly, a burning figure blasted his way to the battlefield. With a massive wave of hot flame, he was able to easily wipe out a whole troop of flying aliens. The pyrokinetic newcomer threw himself into the fight by diving on to the ugly mechanical suit. The creation tried to pry off the Pyronite but ended up tackled to the ground by Manpower. The heavily muscled man over his shoulder and called out to the newcomer. "Who are you? Are you here to help?" He asked the magma man.
"I'm Heatblast. And yeah, I saw that you folks needed some help with this." He looked over and saw that the fighting on the ground seemed to stop and the faux-extraterrestrial forces began to try to surround him.
"Hehe, you stupid bastards just made a red hot mistake." Heatblast said with a grin.