BGC is used without permission.
X-Men is used without permission.
Note: It's still a rough idea, and needs a lot of work. I would
appreciate all suggestions.
Also, this takes place in 2032 canon of Bubblegum Crisis. No Crash,
no BGC 2040.
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He watched from high above as the Boomer ripped apart the Seventh
Brigade of the ADPolice. A C-class, from the looks of it. Stainless blue
armor that reflected the flickering glares of automatic weapons fire and
searchlights, lending it the appearance of a robotic gorilla
Another rogue Boomer, and the ADP was powerless to stop it. Weren't
they supposed to PROTECT people from these freaks?
He chuckled to himself. How could HE use the term freak? Wasn't he
one as well?
It would only be a matter of time before his existence became widely
known. Already some tabloids were running stories about others of his kind.
Stories that were dismissed by the public as mere sleazy sensationalist
crap. What would happen when that changed? He could feel the world standing
at a crucial crossroads, a sensation both exhilarating and terrifying.
The Boomer, having nearly decimated the ADP, apparently decided to
flee in search of more targets. Erik Magnus smiled, a grim twist of the lips
that bore no humor or joy. Oh, what that metal motherfucker would find...
"I got a fix on the Boomer," Mackie Stingray said from the cockpit
of the transport van, disguised as a delivery vehicle that bore the logo of
the Silk Dolls lingerie shop. "It's heading west on the upper deck of
Highway 47."
"A good ten minutes away," replied Sylia, who sat in the rear with
the other three Knight Sabers. "How much more damage will it do before we
can stop it?"
"Is that a rhetorical question?" Priss Asagiri asked sarcastically.
"ADPolice Tenth Mobile Unit has been called in," Nene said from her
station. "They're planning to intercept the Boomer five kilometers outside
of New Juuban."
"Nene..."
"I'm already plotting a shortcut, Linna," she replied to the others
unfinished question. "We oughtta be there in three more minutes."
"Good work," Sylia said. "Finish suiting up. It's almost showtime."
Following the Boomer was ridiculously easy from this height. Of
course, following rogue Boomers was seldom a challenge. One merely needed to
follow the carnage.
He saw the flashing reds and blues in the distance, heralding
another ADP roadblock. There were no gyrocopters in pursuit, he had seen to
that. The engines on those flimsy things were so easy to short circuit. He
only hoped those pilots hadn't parachuted down into any power lines. Erik
wanted this Boomer all to himself.
A flash of his power was all it took to knock the Boomer off the
highway. With a feral grin, he descended after the mechanical abomination
into the graveyard of scrap metal far below. He would have a few minutes
before any more ADPolice came to harrass him, more than enough time if he
moved quickly.
He hovered over the twisted hulks of old machinery that bore
testament to Old Tokyo before the great quake. The shadows hid all the
details, including where the Boomer rested. Where was it? The fall couldn't
have destroyed it!
The clanking of shifting steel drew his gaze to the left as a
misshapen form rose from the refuse. He could feel the probing sensor
antennae against his force field as it tried to make sense of what its
optics were telling it.
Erik called forth the memories of the hatred, the killing, the
wasteland his home had become as he rapidly increased the power holding the
Boomer in place. He scarcely heard the sounds of crumpling metal, nor the
inhuman shriek of a Boomer being crushed alive. As if it really was...
"Hey, Sylia," Nene's voice said through her helmet, "something's wrong!"
"What is it?"
"I've lost the Boomer!"
"What!"
"How can you lose a Boomer?!" Priss shouted.
"All I'm picking up is a bunch of electromagnetic signal noise," she
replied. "Short-range sensors are fine, but long range is shot."
"And it's getting worse," Sylia said. "My HUD is starting to act up."
"Don't worry, sis," Mackie's voice said. "I just re-tooled the EM
shields. Your systems should cope in a couple of seconds."
"That's better," Nene replied, "but I'm still picking up a lot of
interference."
"We're almost there," Linna said from atop her Motoslave.
He finally released his grip on the ruined Boomer, his power
retreating back to whatever dark place it called home. He felt drained,
empty as he beheld the machine's remains. He felt no better for having
destroyed it, just as wrecking the others had given him no comfort. There
was nothing left of his heart, only darkness and lonlieness.
Erik Magnus turned away from the sight, picking his way along the
twisted strips of Old Tokyo.
"Where is it?" Priss asked irritably as she scanned the area where
the Boomer's signal had vanished. Her suit's sensors flickered as they
struggled to pierce the electromagnetic residue, unable to lock onto
anything. "Mackie, I thought the EM shields could handle this!"
"Mackie, are you there?" Linna asked. Static was the only reply.
"Wow, it's really bad here," Nene offered. "The shields can barely
keep up."
"I found the Boomer," Sylia said, "or what's left of it." The
hardsuit's Electromagnetic shielding barely managed to protect its visual
sensors, whose images were shot through with the occaisional line of static.
What did this? she thought as she studied the twisted ruin of what
had once been a C-class Boomer. Its body was mangled almost beyond
recognition, the armor plating twisted and warped to expose still-firing
wires within the superstructure. Pieces of refuse were wrapped around the
remains, as if used to bind the Boomer.
"What the hell?"
"WOW! What happened to it?"
"I don't know, Nene," Linna answered. "All I know is that someone
beat us to this Boomer."
"Yeah, but who?"
"I don't know, Priss," Sylia said, "but we have to get out. ADPolice
choppers will be here any second. Besides," Sylia turned to face the other
Knight Sabers, "who or whatever did this may still be around."
"Oh, that makes me feel better..."
Erik Magnus watched from above as the four figures spoke amongst
themselves. They couldn't be Boomers, but he had never seen combat suits
like those before. They moved freely within the residual energy of his
attack, even though he had left enough to trash any higher-level system on
the planet.
Wait. The one in light blue seemed confused, shaking its head as it
spoke. The one in pink tapped its helmet, then shrugged its shoulders. Maybe
those suits had been affected after all.
Was he wrong, or did they look somewhat female? Could they be the
Knight Sabers he had heard about?
He heard the sounds of sirens approaching from the distance, and
decided to make a hasty retreat. He could ponder the Knight Sabers later.
"Syl.... ia.... yo..... ead me?!"
"Barely, Mackie."
"Sylia... com... lia!"
"Can you hear me now, Mackie?"
"SYLIA!" The worry in his voice touched her heart in a way nothing
else could. Of all the people involved with the Knight Sabers, Mackie's
brotherly concern warmed her heart the most though she would never outwardly
show it. "What happened? Are you guys okay?"
"We're fine, Mackie." Sylia looked back toward the hovering ADP
choppers, glad that they had managed to get away unseen.
"When you went down there, I lost you completely!"
"Yeah, Mackie," Priss's voice said, "I thought those EM shields of
yours would protect our systems!"
"They weren't designed for that much interference!" Mackie retorted
hotly. "It's like someone set off a nuke down there!"
"Nobody set off a bomb," Sylia replied calmly. "We'll explain once
we're back home. Come by for pickup."
"Got it, Sylia. Out."
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I have a few ideas for this. IF anyone is interested in seeing more,
has any advice, or has questions, let me know!
Thanks,
Knight Writer