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Across the USA several hundred cargo ships hefted off of their extended landing pads. What was a staggered take-off soon became increasingly efficient as all of the ships drew closer until they were wing to wing as it were. Each flight was 8 strong and arranged in a dagger-like formation.
These ships soared through the skies menacingly fast as they swooped towards their designated targets. One flight, originating from New York, stopped over a seemingly ruined three story apartment duplex before the bottom of their cargo holds opened up, several hundred black droids dropping from the sky and slamming into the hard concrete of the sidewalk.
Civilians who had been walking nearby halted and quickly took their phones out to record what was happening. The recordings were allowed to continue as the droids formed into squads of 5, with a singular droid coloured obsidian purple standing taller than the rest.
"Delta-theta-bravo 12. Go." The droid commanded in a cold robotic tone as each squad suddenly broke off from their current formation and wrapped around the apartment building. The civilians gasped as the 'leader' seemed to shrug its metal frame upwards, revealing several grenade-sized rockets that hissed loudly before screaming off towards the front door and several upper windows.
The squad around the commander then immediately sprinted into the apartment complex, the sound of gunfire meeting metal soon after. The continuous thudding ceased after several shrieks of energy reverberated around the block, the smell of burnt wood and building material wafting onto the wind.Â
Civilians were looking between one another in a mild panic, their eyes wide and their heart thumping in their chests. They had never seen the military do anything remotely like this and these robots weren't painted as if they were American in origin. Their contemplation and time for thinking was cut short however as a dozen men and women were dragged out in front of the apartment building, most of them have missing limbs or nasty wounds.
"Terrorist activates have been recorded originating from this location. You will speak or we will immediately place you within a detention facility." The commander of the droids stated with a robotic garble punctuating its voice.
One of the men spat and glared up at the commander. "I will tell you nothing!" He hissed in revulsion before the droid behind him stepped onto his toes, breaking every single one of them before stepping back. "AHHHHHHHHH!" The man screamed before that same droid grabbed a device from one of its compartments, wrapping it around his mouth and ensuring he couldn't make any more noise.
"I will state my command again. Terrorist activates have been recorded originating from this location. You will speak or we will immediately place you within a detention facility." The commander looked to the woman who was in tears next to their silenced leader.
"O-okay! Just don't hurt him anymore!" The man whipped his head around to the brunette woman with sorrow and desperation in his eyes.Â
"Continue." The commander commanded.
"We are only one part of the larger cell. Our leader is known as the Mandarin but his real name is Trevor Slattery..." She paused, taking a breath as the rest of her cell looked at her in betrayal. "He isn't the actual leader..."
The eyes of the commander were vaguely shining, a recording device currently streaming everything back to Lady Athena.
"The real leader, from what little information I was able to find from Trevor, is Aldrich Killian." She finished with a mutter, her eyes dropping to the concrete in front of her as everyone inside the terrorist cell looked at her in shock.
"State your objective in allowing this farce to continue and not reporting to the proper authorities." The recording device narrowed slightly onto the woman, wanting to catch her confession with as much detail as possible for Lady Athena.
"I-i am an FBI plant inside the terrorist cell..." She winced as the people around her started shouting in outrage, before their droids pushed them onto the ground and lightly pressed their heavy metal feet into the middle of their back; holding them down.
The commander stood silent for a minute straight before its eyes flashed purple and returned to normal. "Claim accepted. Frostborn Dynamics apologises Mrs. Parker. Your transit to the nearest hospital will be handled with the utmost care." The commander looked to the droid behind her, said droid hefting her up onto her feet before snapping the handcuffs that were holding her arms behind her back.
She grimaced at the people she had infiltrated, their murderous gazes seemingly puncturing into her as if they were trying to destroy her soul. "Thank you..." She quickly said to the commander before walking behind the assembled droid squads.
"Criminal Records state: RAPE, ARSON, DOMESTIC TERRORISM, EXPLOITATION OF MINORS, CHILD ABUSE, MURDER, MANSLAUGHTER, THEFT, TAX EVASION and ANIMAL ABUSE... Rape, Murder and Abuse will not be tolerated." The commander blinked before the droids behind the most vile and dangerous members levelled their rifles at their heads.
"Determination..." The commander's eyes flashed purple once more before the colour disappeared. "Execution. Begin justice." The shriek of energy repeated several times as the corpses of several terrorists fell to the floor.
Every civilian who watched gasped or screamed at the display of raw violence. The internet was exploding in a cacophony of mixed feelings as many celebrated whilst others decried Frostborn Dynamics and their barbarous methods.
This scene repeated all across the USA as several hit-squads executed highly dangerous criminals and radicals. America was instantly engulfed in the flames of discourse as hundreds of politicians cried out in outrage. Other figures were giddy at the prospect of finally cleaning the country of crime, illegals and corruption... Most of the public however were in shock at the extents that one of their Avengers would go to for his friends. No one could fully attribute the actions of the droids to Drecarios, however, he was the only one to have access to such technologies; openly.
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I sat inside my office, watching my army carve away at the Mandarin's forces. The process was brutal, ugly and sometimes bloody. And yet I watched every single feed, observing the slaughter that was happening at my command. Perhaps it was a form of self flagellation for how in tune with the dark side I had become after I thought Tony had died, but I did it nonetheless.
"Father, the US government has started issuing investigative searches of our company HQ and landing pads." Discordia grimaced out as I watched another terrorist get his brain splattered across a suburban neighbourhood.
"Any politician that we have dirt on that has spoken out about us, ruin them... Release all of the evidence of their misdeeds, of their crimes. Show the world just how filthy this place is and perhaps we can sway public opinion our way..." I sighed and rubbed at my temples, my logical side cursing at the rashness of my subconscious and emotional side.Â
"I would also suggest leaking videos of the acts that those men and women have committed, uncensored. Perhaps we can frame Athena's ruthlessness as a reaction to a system that is failing..." Discordia suggested, adding it to the long list of things she needed to do.
"Get Apollo to use Rimecrest's industrial district to create five divisions of FR2s, including several hundred Icewings. Also tell him to get started with the Space-carriers, I want a force to protect the station in case someone gets a stupid idea like nuking it..." I muttered out lamely as I flicked my eyes towards the guest room where Pepper was resting after being healed.Â
"Got it. Now, your sister has been calling for the last hour..." Discordia informed as she flicked her hand up the iPad.Â
"Great..." I exhaled once again. "I'll call her right now, better to suffer her annoyance now than to let it build over night..." Discordia nodded with a smirk before she turned and walked out of the room.
I instantly had my phone initiate a call with my sister. She answered immediately...
"DRECARIOS FROST!!!" I pulled the phone away from my ear as she started tearing into me. Today was annoying.
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New Asgard was slowly taking shape as the mountaintop was progressively plateaued into several levels. There were 7 levels in total, the top-most level being 7 kilometres in circumference and every level below that expanding by 7 kilometres each level you went down... With the lowest level being 49 kilometres in circumference, it would take a long time for the population size to grow beyond the tiered layers.
The Asgardian Mages had already formed a 'guild' building upon the second level of the city, their hall being a large golden tower that resembled the edge of a blade piercing into the sky. Magic pulsed through the building and down through the land as much of the fauna and flora of the world slowly started to adapt to the Eden-like conditions enforced by Asgardian magics.Â
The refugees of universe 909 were still living out of the apartments that Drecarios had constructed for them, but slowly people were growing hopeful at the prospect of building their own futures upon the mountain top.Â
Perhaps one of the most impressive feats of the engineering project was bringing the ruined space-ship into the interior design of New Asgard. Each level would have entrances to the inside of the mountain, the levels of the ship slowly being scavenged for any useful technologies and materials. By the end of construction the ship would be repurposed to house internal farms, the grove of Idun and on the upper most levels, the Royal Vaults.
It was in this atmosphere of progress that Loki sat opposite to Doom.
"You wish to create sentinels with which you would direct to aid us construct our city?" Loki asked succinctly, a hint of doubt flickering on the edge of his tongue.
"Yes. I am not one to sit at the sidelines and waste my precious time and effort. If I can aid your people and my own in forming new lives then I will. I only hope to cleanse myself of the shame of my own hasty actions..." Doom uttered seriously, his armoured fist clenching in determination before his eyes snapped up to the King of Asgard's own set of emerald orbs as he spoke.
"I am willing to put aside our differences." He saw the surprise flicker behind the Midgardian's eyes and launched into his explanation, "I lost my father and my brother to your actions... However, and I say this with as much hesitation as I can possibly gather, you weren't completely at fault."
He continued before the former King of Latveria could speak up. "The choice was death's embrace for all, or the void itself... Non-existence..." he paused momentarily but continued soon after, "I would not be capable of making that choice and I would not begrudge anyone who made the choice. My only issue with you is that you made the choice for everyone."
Doom pondered the Norse God before nodding softly.
"In my fear I cursed the entire universe to her clutches... Even unintentionally. My choice was inaccurate and could have never been made if I simply explored the option of moving as many people as I could to another universe..." He stopped and looked at his gauntleted hands.
"I lost what it meant to be 'Doom', when I let emotion cloud my judgement." He murmured with a hint of finality.
"I have no problems with acquiring your help Doom. My father and brother won't come back from her clutches, our universe won't be unconquered... We need to move forwards. And thus, I accept your proposal and hope that our two communities can work together to forge New Asgard together." Loki extended a hand towards Doom, the former King taking a moment to process the situation before returning the gesture.
"Allies..." Doom intoned.
"Allies." Loki stated plainly.
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Harry felt anger as Hermione, Ron, Ginny and the rest of the order gathered inside Grimmauld Place. The Weasleys had left a while ago and had seemingly returned to the Burrow, whilst Hermione had been refusing to contact him.
His mother and father were currently having an all expenses paid dinner on Sirius within Diagon Alley as they caught up with one another and slowly acclimated to the new time period. That left him here at Grimmauld Place, as Dumbledore was gathering his order of the chicken.
"Harry!" Ron shouted excitedly, running up for a hug.
He wasn't in the mood for the scum's nonsense.
"Fuck off." he flicked his hand in the direction of Ron and sent him flipping through the air until he struck the portrait of Arcturus Black, sending him into a delightfully colourful rant on propriety and respect.
All of his 'friends' stopped and stared at him in concern and shock.
"We have topics to discuss. All of your order should gather inside the kitchen. I have allowed you to remember this place for one purpose... And it isn't nice." He ground out before spinning around, his lightsaber clacking loudly against his plasteel belt.
He stepped through into the dining room before sitting at the head of the table, watching his 'friends' slowly step into the room with trepidation, followed closely by the adults who were spurring them forwards. He sat placidly, watching them all gaggle and fuss about, before the man he detested more than Voldemort stepped into the room with his merlin-be-damned twinkling eyes.
"Ah, Harry. It is good to see you are safe once again and that Sirius too is perfectly healthy..." The old man tried his grandfather routine, a ruse that he could see through easily now... Learning from Sith who practically invented the terms 'tyrant' and 'politician' changed a person's perceptions and observations.
"Shut the fuck up Albus and sit the fuck down." Harry commanded, pushing the chair on the opposite side of the table back for him to sit on. Arcturus Black grinned evilly within his secondary portrait that had recently been hung onto the back wall of the living room.
The old man immediately lost his twinkle, his hand softly twitching towards his wand. He eventually did sit down as it was evident Harry wasn't going to attack him.
"Good." Harry said.
"Harry, you can't treat the headmaster like that!" Hermione shouted towards him just as silence was beginning to stretch across the room.
"I'll treat the scum however I see fit, thief." He coldly ground out as Arcturus narrowed his eyes within his frame, gaining a feral glint within them.
"HOOOOOH" The entire order gasped in surprise as Hermione proceeded to flinch back as if she had been slapped.
"Dobby, could you please serve dinner. Kreacher... I want you to bring Sirius's mother down here and bring Arcturus's frame down from the wall. I think it is time that the Blacks and Potters united after being fucked for years by Voldemort and evil old Albus over there." Both house elves popped in to nod before disappearing.
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