YottaByte: System Restore
June 16, 2009
Marcus, after saying his goodbyes, teleported away from his mansion, to his old radio tower in Montana. The young man scratched the back of his head as he arrived.
"Never thought I'd come here again."
He closed his eyes, seeing that the camouflaged defense turrets were still in place, and sighed in relief. With all the commotion that happened previously, it slipped his mind to clean the place out. The teenager temporarily shut down the turrets and entered his old base.
Inside, the places was left exactly as Marcus left it, although with a bit more cobwebs. The teenager walked for a few minutes into the secret room, and booted up multiple PCs at once, lighting up the entire wall with monitors. Marcus couldn't help but give a small chuckle as the light from the monitors bounced off his face.
'Okay, maybe I missed this a little.'
He sat down, and got to work.
June 20, 2009
Although his skills have not dulled one bit, Marcus needed more. Something just felt off, as if he felt as is if he were the meta equivalent of fat. While his powers still worked fine, he felt sluggish, unrefined. Information gathering was not helping him at all, he decided: to protect Stellar, he would need to go through hell and back once again. The teenager debated contacting Yaguara, but decided against it, as helping/receiving help from El Dorado had certain obligations attached to it. Doomsday had finally been capping out on metahuman training facilities, so he couldn't go all out. Marcus thought to himself.
'Somewhere where I can train quickly, but get results fast.'
The young man scratched the back of his head.
"I got it!"
The young man used his powers to write little lines upon lines of code. Impressed with his results, he grinned to himself.
"No idea if this is gonna work or not, but only one way to find out."
YottaByte teleported into the internet, activating his new training partners.
Inside of the web, Marcus looked around.
"Okay, first one should be…."
A shuriken moved past the boy's head, and he laughed.
"Just as I thought."
He armored up to battle mode, and and looked behind him. As he looked, the figure was gone.
'Ugh, giving them random powers was literally the worst idea ever. Oh well….'
More shurikens were thrown at the teenager, but he easily blasted them, disintegrating the stars. The figure appeared for a moment, but quickly disappeared from Yotta's sight. He continuously fired, but his beam hit nothing. Getting frustrated, Marcus concentrated.
'Okay, there's more power in there somewhere, I swear there is. I can feel it.'
As if on cue, Marcus felt his muscles tighten for a millisecond. With his moment of vulnerability, he was hit by a fan of shurikens, and had he not been data, it would be an extremely deep cut.
As the ninja was about to vanish from sight once again, Marcus fired his new weapon. The small, but precise blast bisected the aggressor in half as Marcus waved it towards them.
"Holy shit, I have a freaking laser!"
As he yelled, the pain from the shurikens hit. Dropping to one knee, Marcus scratched the back of his head.
"Right, five minute break, then back to this…. for another year."
The teenager laughed to himself, and stood back up.
June 20, 2009
Marcus appeared from the internet, roughly 40 minutes later. First checking his face, he had not grown facial hair, suggesting that he had not aged since he left. As he went to scratch the back of his head, he felt extremely nauseous. Running to the nearest bathroom, he proceeded to vomit for hours.
"Ughhhhhh, never doing that again. Holy shit."
Normally, he would armor up, look at himself in the mirror for a few seconds, and grin, but the meta was way too nauseous to make himself feel cool. He vomited for, to him, was an eternity, before finally falling asleep, hugging the toilet.
June 22, 2009
"16 hours of sleep though? God damn."
Marcus woke up from what felt like extremely bad hangover. He got out of the bed, which he managed to crawl to in the middle of the night, and looked at the monitors, which had been set to run various scans on news reports related to his mother's murder almost ten years ago. When he was a child, he looked for everything about his mother's murder, from news reports, to police reports, to emails hoping he was going to get lucky. But the teenager now knew that data gathering isn't about luck. While the automated search narrowed down his options, Marcus cracked his knuckles, digistructed a beer into his hand, and started controlling several PCs at a time.
June 23, 2009
After hours of searching, the young man found something odd, something he'd never care to search when he was a child: a fresh, straight out of academy beat cop receiving an enormous paycheck, dated November 25, 2001. He pulled up the image from the check, and it was from a legitimate source: Aegis Defense Services, an international mercenary company with a 98.74% mission success rating. As he dug deeper into the company, he dropped his beer when he saw the name of the company's main backer.
June 27, 2009
Marcus was, for once, unsure how to act. His ally backing El Dorado may be responsible for the murder of his mother. The teenager had been thinking for days how he would even approach the situation. Finally making his mind, he laughed at himself.
"Okay, I'll just ask him very nicely."
Yotta teleported to Covington's mansion, located in the Hills, and called for him at the gate.
"Covington, it's YottaByte. Let me in, we need to talk."
A sigh can be heard from the loudspeaker, and the gate slowly opened. Marcus walked through, armored up. As he entered the mansion, he was surprised to see the burned man with:
Yotta quickly aimed his cannon, and the speedster supreme shook his head.
"Woah woah woah woah kid. Calm it down."
Yotta kept his cannon trained on Covington.
"What the hell is going on here?!"
Velocity rubbed the back of his neck.
"Sheesh kid, for real? Covvie here is helping me with my speed, seeing if I can get faster by increasing my stride, or something like that."
The burned man rolled his eyes.
"Yes, but he's just not getting it."
Marcus closed his eyes underneath his suit, and laughed to himself as he hacked the billionaire's computers.
'Yeah. Sure you are. Totally not trying to recreate his speed. It'd be a shame if all this data disappeared, but I'll take care of that later. Thanks Hacking Recall.'
The suited being rubbed the back of it's head.
"Reginald, we need to speak, it's about an incident that happened about the time of the White Event."
He looked over at Velocity.
The speedster rolled his eyes.
"For real? Fine, I wanted to check out Reggie's private bar anyways."
The speedster gave his signature grin, and took off. Marcus demasked and looked Reginald in the eyes.
"November 25th, 2001. Mark Woods, Detroit PD. He received a check for two million dollars from Aegis Defense Services, a company you own. Obviously, it was meant to look like he had a job before being a cop, but he was never on your payroll."
Covington stared at the boy, trembling.
Marcus glared daggers at the man.
The man walked over to his desk, and poured a bottle of scotch, taking a drink. Marcus stared at the man, ready at act.
"My boy, you are the coincidence of a lifetime."
Yotta grabbed the man by the collar, slamming him into a nearby wall, anger obviously apparent. The billionaire merely laughed.
"What does that mean?!"
"It means, that you will look for a Nicholas Holyfield if you want to find your answers."
Marcus blasted a hole through the wall, next to the man's head.
"No! I'm not jumping through hoops for you again! You're gonna tell me, or…."
As Marcus held the man, his exposed face was hit by Velocity. Shaking his hand from the punch, the teenager's jaw was obviously broken.
"I don't know what 'speak' means where you're from kid, but it certainly doesn't involve holding old men against walls."
Marcus scowled at the speedster, before armoring up.
"Bitch, we can make this round 2 if you really want. Stellar isn't here to save your ass."
"Well, ladies first."
Marcus shot at the speedster, where he easily dodged and phased through the walls of the mansion. Chasing him, Marcus flew out the mansion, firing blast after blast. He yelled at the speedster as they stared each other down for a few seconds.
"You know he's playing you right? He's trying to make more Velocities."
Velocity sped around, throwing rocks at the suited man, but they don't seem to have any lasting effect.
"Yeah, gonna believe the deranged child who couldn't even keep up with his own team. Yeah, Rhythm told me how mentally unstable you are."
Marcus growled, and fired a plasma beam towards the speedster. Although it hit, he seemed unaffected by the cutting beam.
"Wait, he's durable too?!"
Velocity sped around, away from sight, quickly returning with a mass of slipstreamed cars. Yotta flew upwards, dodging all the cars thrown at him. The teenager decided to stay in the air, trying to focus in on the speedster. He didn't want to kill him, just stop him from getting in his way. The speedster was seemingly hit by the blast, falling to the ground, unconscious. When Yotta landed on the ground next to Velocity, he scratched the back of his head.
"And I win again."
Velocity's grin could be seen as Marcus turned the speedster around. Before he could react, the teenager could feel himself being carried by Velocity, through his slipstream. As he attempted to fly away, the teenager hit a wall at Velocity's max speed.
Until the mansion was rubble, and Yotta was unconscious. Velocity stood over him.
"Sorry kid, looks like we're 1 to 1. Your little beams are so slow, I could pretend like I was hit by one, only missed me by like, an inch if that."
He took off, already aware of Covington's location. After a few seconds Marcus came too. He slammed the ground in anger, but at least he had a lead.
June 29, 2009
Nicholas Holyfield is a greedy man. Always has been, always will be. Before going solo, he had worked as a mercenary for Aegis. The scarred, bald man sat at a French Cafe, enjoying the local food. Across from him sat an attractive woman, speaking to him in French.
"I have no damn idea what that means, but I'm gonna pass, honey."
The man finished his food, and got up, leaving exact change on the table, as he knew French waiters were offended by tips. The man walked past a local bank, there to make another withdrawal, when in actuality, he was casing the place. His crew was taking care of the technological details, he just had to learn people's patterns. After seeing that the bank had one unarmed security guard, he grinned. To him, this would be an easy score. However, he needed to wait on his crew. After making his withdrawal, and a trip to the bathroom to check for more guards and employees, he noticed the door stay open for half a second longer than it should. He raised his pistol at seemingly nothing, and a robotic creature could be seen, speaking with a modulated voice.
"Nicholas Holyfield, today is your lucky day."
The robot pushed the gun away from the man, where it landed underneath a stall. As the man looked to the gun for a split second, his head was slammed against the bathroom wall tile.
"What the hell do you want?!"
The robot laughed as it grabbed the man's arm in a lock behind his back.
"November 23, 2001. Jennifer Jackson. Does that ring a bell?"
The man's face looked shocked at the realization.
"Maybe, would probably remember a bit better if my arm wasn't about to be ripped off."
Marcus added more pressure to the man's arm, almost dislocating it entirely.
"Ow ow ow ow. Okay sheesh. Yeah, I know about her, what about it?"
"Are you the one that killed her?"
The man gulped.
"Client secrecy is a thing you know."
The man's arm popped out of socket.
"AHHHH! Fuck! Okay, okay. Yeah, I was the gun they hired. They said she was some kind of terrorist. I knew she wasn't, it just helped me sleep a little better at night."
The robot threw the man behind him, allowing him to hit the ceramic toilet in the stall behind him. Although bleeding, the man was still conscious.
"Fifth time I've been thrown against a toilet, Tron. It's second nature at this point."
The robot showed no emotion as it turned around at the man.
"You talk a lot for a dead man."
As YottaByte slowly walked towards the man, a civilian walked into the restroom. Seeing the robotic creature, he quickly exited the bathroom as YottaByte looked at him. Tension somewhat diminished, the robot continued to walk.
"L-l-l-look. I'm sorry, I was just a hired gun."
The robot continued to walk.
"I know, and those responsible will get theirs too."
It grabbed the man by the throat, and he could feel the life being choked out of him.
Marcus wanted to kill this man with all his heart. This is the man that took his mother away from him. This man deserved this! Images of all the people that were killed around him flashed through his mind.
All of them had one thing in common. They would have kept this man alive.
'It isn't fair. If it weren't for this man, right here, I would be with my mom right now.'
Marcus sighed, finally making his decision.
As Nicholas started to lose consciousness, he was let back onto the ground. He stared at the robot, confused.
"Why'd you stop? Change of mechanical heart?"
Yotta turned around, and looked towards the door.
"If I see you again, I will kill you."
Marcus teleported away, bawling his eyes out when he finally came back to his mansion.