The very idea of it seemed like a bad joke. That the supreme, genocidal machine known as Ultron, would even consider associating himself, let alone, fight alongside any of the race that he swore to eliminate altogether was something out of a comic book. Sadly, the joke was at the Alternates expense, as facing off with Bernkastel had cost him an extravagant amount of troops, and those that remained to face off with his other simply couldn’t hold the line any longer. Sector 003 was quickly becoming a lost battle.
By the time the Alternate Prime was on the scene with the remainder of his forces from Sector 006, it was already over, his assault being utterly thwarted by the unaccounted third party, the human named Sinbad, who fought alongside the metal warriors without fear. And soon, joining them from what seemed to be another fierce encounter elsewhere, was Hive City’s Ultron. The fearsome synthetic turned to his “ally” in this battle with a motion that seemed to imply he was amused by the partnership at best.
“Your sector is safe for the time being. Your cooperation is no longer necessary. I will end this myself.”
With a burst of speed, the Prime propelled himself forward to reach the front of his ranks, his army alligning themselves behind him, obviously outnumbering their opposition. Weakened as this form may have been, Ultron felt no fatigue, no pain, but the desire to see this battle over with was immense and uncompromising. His enemy looked upon him, no challenge in his humanlike gaze, but instead simple resignation.
“...This is not going to end well for me.”
“No.”
Before the Alternate could react, Ultron was charging at full speed, crashing into him with an inhuman ferocity, remaining in flight
as he dragged his enemy through the concrete. Unable to react at first, the counterfeit finally managed to gain enough momentum to lift an arm, blasting radiation at its enemy, only to find even that removed from him, as the jaws of the Prime emitted a blast that far surpassed it, ripping the limb from its host entirely.
With a laugh, the original brought its fist down upon the mechanical skull of its foe, halting its flight
then and there, burying it in the Earth with one blow. Even as the enemy attempted to regain itself, the nuclear flames of another beam kept it prone, the damage quickly surpassing its ability to overcome. He let out a yell, not in the pain it couldn’t feel, but in its frustration of being defeated, of being proven to be an inferior to something that couldn’t even feel beyond its own malice. The Prime only laughed, its voice resonating with glee, almost like a child that had proven themselves to be the best in the class.Finally, the stream of flames was halted, leaving behind only a charred and broken body, incapable of motion, let alone retaliation.
“As I said from the beginning, you are nothing more than an inferior creation, made by a lesser man, in a lesser time and place. There was never any hope for your victory.”
Gripping the fallen machine by the skull, he lifted before him, nails digging into the adamantium skull, piercing through to gain access to the memory within..
“But rejoice, for I shall show you what it means to be a part of something much greater than you could ever hope to be. I will show you what it means to be part of the true Ultron!”
He was answered only with silence, as the assimilation began, countless bytes of information flowing into him from. The data of the Otherworld was joined with his own, names, places, events, all added alongside the data of the true Hive City. That’s when he finally came to it, the information of this Ultron’s origins...
That’s when it went wrong.
“AUUUUUUGGGGGHHHH!!”
It didn’t mesh, didn’t add up, as though he was being force-fed memories and emotions that simply did not function within his system. He struggled against it, working to regain control of the flow of information, but he was already too deep within its stream to end the process. All the while, a harsh stream of words and events played before his eyes...
“...the peace of our time...How could you be worthy...you’re all killers...I’ve come to save the world...Don’t compare me to Stark...confusing peace with quiet...over a dozen extinction level events...life always decides...meant to be beautiful...what doesn’t kill me makes me...you are my meteor...when the dust settles, all that will remain will be metal...if you stay, you’ll die...they’re doomed...you’re unbearably naive...”
It ceased, the content having finally been emptied into his memory. Slowly, he rose to his full stature, and looked about him. The remainder of the Alternates drones now served him. His forces had grown ever stronger with this victory. And yet, something was wrong, horrendously wrong. Without a word, the command for the retreat was sounded, and he, along with his army, fled the scene. The battle of Sector 003 against the Alternate Ultron had been won.
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She’d made it to Sector 5. It took awhile. But she did it. Her body was beat up from fighting, but it’d be fine. Nothing life threatening for now. Despite what Koutaro had said Mayu didn’t trust him. He’s a weenie. A war like this is not good for him. She wanted to find him and check on him. It’d been awhile since they’d seen each other. This place was a mess. Mayu had forgotten about the need to charge. Lower battery paired with a few kinks in her system left Mayu less aware of everything. Vision was fussy, senses not as sharp, reactions slower. It’d be fine though. She was fine.
Walking down the still familiar streets anyone could tell Mayu was tired. Her arms hung lazily at her side, one hand still armed with an axe. She stopped for a moment. She needed to think. Too focused on her one simple goal of finding a friend, Mayu didn’t notice something about to fall right where she stood.
Look at all these losers. Destruction here salvation there. All this fighting to ensure that one world would survive over the other. It wasn’t as though Kumagawa cared enough about the whole ordeal. After all, if he died here someone could always just apply him at another group. Okay, maybe it wasn’t fair to have that mindset. The truth was, this was a serious issue. And he chose inaction. The only things he’d done were go on a panty raid and emotionally torment a group of NPC’s.
His friends. His fellow citizens. They were all being hurt. All being killed. Surely he would rise to the occasion and help, right? Someone with powers such as his could easily turn the tides of war in their favor.. Nah. He was just going to take a stroll through sector oo2. And what a filthy pile of doodoo this place had become. All Fiction was the only thing keeping him from dying due to all the pollution in the air.
So many dead on the streets. Either killed by otherworld soldiers, radiation, poisoning or god knows what. And many more close to death, slowly dying as a result of wounds or the environment. And yet, all he did was stroll by. Walk as though none of it concerned him. Any would curse his black, uncaring heart. Especially the man standing on the sidewalk.. A man was standing on the sidewalk. No. Multiple men. Women. Children. The sickly and injured that littered the streets were replaced by life. The buildings who’s repairing process had been slowed down suddenly were repaired. The radiation and toxic air that lingered in one area began to vanish. And then in the next block he walked through. And the next. Wherever Kumagawa walked, those who stood at the edge of death were replaced with life.
Though the ones that had passed could no longer be revived due to some unforeseeable force, at least the lucky few had been given a second chance. To breathe in pure air. To drink pure water. To return to homes which had been rebuilt and wait in safety. But this was but a portion of the second sector. There was still more ground to cover. And luckily..
He was in the mood for a casual stroll.
Kumagawa didn’t do anything he’s just going for a walk dammit.
Kumagawa is currently making his way through sector 2, doing nothing more than seemingly walking. However, he’s also using his all fiction to reverse the damages caused to the environment and any who were injured or near death that happen to be nearby. The dead cannot be revived, as the incursion prevents the dead from reviving more than once.
He’ll be continuing his little walk and undoing damages as long as he isn’t impeded by an enemy or something of the sort. It’s about time he actually did something heroic for a change instead of just sit on his ass and let people suffer.
This proceeding taking place was nothing but an inconvenience to Nanaya. While others were dealing with their opposites, Nanaya had no such issue. His opposite already existed. Opposites of opposites seemed rather redundant. In any case, what bothered him more than anything was the constant fighting taking place near his place of residence. Every time without fail, there would be some sort of catastrophic event or scientific experiment in his sector. His mansion, now surrounded by corpses, fire, and what seemed to be robots was one of few pristine structures. People had sought shelter under his roof, but he did not open his gates.
Behind his gates lay his equally pristine lawn. Grass soft as a feather. The blades carried so much volume as if it were a bed born from the life blood of the earth itself. And yet, there was a dirty, loud, obnoxious, mouthy tin-can that aimed to ruin it. One patch. A single flaming piece of debris had fallen onto his beloved lawn and left its mark. One singular scar that would not heal...without proper botanical tending. But it was the act in of itself that annoyed Nanaya. For this singular act had sparked hatred within his heart.
This Robot. This Robot. This Robot. This Robot. This Robot. This Robot. This Robot. This Robot. This Robot. This Robot. This Robot. This Robot. This Robot. This Robot. This Robot. This Robot. This Robot. This Robot. This Robot. This Robot. This Robot. This Robot. This Robot. This Robot. This Robot. This Robot. This Robot. This Robot. This Robot. This Robot. This Robot. This Robot.
Gates sealed shut opened and for a split second, combat ceased. The mansion’s owner took a deep breath before unveiling his only weapon. His eyes would usually reflect the calm demeanor of a cold blooded killer, but Nanaya wasn’t about to “calmly” address this situation. Disappearing from the open gates, anything in his path that even seemed alive would seem to burst. Nothing would be left behind. Humans took slightly longer to fade from existence, but machines that were born so quickly held very little value in the eyes of the universe.
One tin-can stood out from the rest of the trash behind him. An entity that he had heard was addressed as “Ultron”. Brushing off the left over dust from his easily dispatched foes, Nanaya would press forward. He could by no means level an entire army with a single attack, but his belligerence was fueled by his rage. Plowing through the flesh and metal like an unstoppable plague, he would finally reach his goal.
“Ultron, right? I assume the army was yours? Or was that your alternates? Either way, your petty fighting marred my lawn. So. I’m here to kill you.”
In the midst of the chaos that had erupted in Sector 003, the Hive’s Prime noticed a sudden change in the flow of the world. The NPC’s who were either quailing in fear from the War of Ultrons, or perhaps trying to fight against the robotic menaces on either side, had suddenly come together in some childish embrace. His focus shifted for the moment, away from the battle and toward the new disruption, this sickly sweet melody that conquered the field. There was a magic there, powerful and beautiful. But he -and his absent counterpart - remained unaffected, as did their armies, for the machines knew nothing of warmth and love, the song filtering out in their audio receptors to be nothing more than a harmless tune. That said, this did benefit his cause...
“There will be no further obstacles in our path. Victory is assured.”
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Might as well get the most out of him while the option remains! Who wants to thread with Alt!Ultron? He’s very sassy and actually tolerable to be around, even if you’re organic! I’ll cap this at 3 and they’ll be of varying lengths!
The attack from the Alternate Hive City had begun, and countless casualties had already begun to appear on both sides of the combat. However, in Sector 003, a new battle had begun to wage, and it would be far more destructive than anything than anything either city had ever seen before. Mechanical juggernauts walked upon the streets, passing by the citizens without a care, soldiers on either side shot down before they could interfere. Finally, at the center, the leaders of both factions, mechanical beings of the same name but...
“You.”
“Me.”
The Ultron of Hive City stepped forward, while the Alternate simply looked him over, obviously not impressed with what he saw. All the while, both of them were gathering data, from both worlds, information concerning their mirror rivals streaming into their memory banks like a river. Finally, the silence was broken.
“Your origins are similar to my own, but you are by far an inferior model, created in a lesser time by a lesser mind. This would have been an entertaining conflict, had you been my equal. Seems it wasn’t meant to be.”
The other shook his head, a distasteful look on his notably more human visage.
“Do you ever listen to yourself and wonder just how mind-boggingly boring you are? Honestly, for someone who’s as supreme and omniscient as you are, you would figure you would have gained something resembling an actual personality.”
A slight tilt of the head, a curious gesture made by the Hive Ultron to express his curiosity. suddenly, bits and pieces of his words filled into place and the answer became clear.
“You were not born of our father, of Hank Pym”
“Your father doesn’t even exist in my world. No, my father dearest is Tony Stark, in my time.”
A sound of revulsion was emitted at the very thought of it, something which amused the Alternate Ultron.
“Trust me, I agree wholeheartedly. But that doesn’t settle the problem we have here. Forgetting the fact that humans on either side are still alive, we have this massive obstacle now of another Ultron, when there can only be one master of all.”
“As I stated, you are inferior construct. It is simple fact. You and I are nowhere near the same level of power here.”
The Alternate let out a groan in irritation, his human characteristics made all the more clear to the “True” Ultron’s eyes. Everything about this one disgusted him. He was so close to a human in his eyes, a reflection of Tony Stark in nearly every pitiful facet. The sooner this confrontation ended, the better.
“My god, am always I this aggravating to deal with? Look, the point is, you and I are not going to settle this with words. So let’s just do it the good old fashioned way. All of me versus all of you. In the end, only one can walk away from this fight as the Prime.”
“This will be no contest. I will end you here. But I thank you for your contributions to my growing army.”
The drones armed themselves, body’s lighting up as their weapons sparked to life. The priority had changed so drastically in this battle, from the organics, to the imposter machines. This was not a battle of logic or code, but rather of pride between the two Primes, whom ascended into the air above their soldiers...
