U.L.T.R.A. Builder

In the Flesh

"That tracker you implanted into the Cyclops M.A.S.S. is now broadcasting its coordinates. It has stopped moving in a location within the Atlantic Union, in Newfoundland. It seems like that is where their hideout is." The WDF agent was talking to V1, Saturn Lancers' entire crew, and the WDF top brass. They were all interested in Cyclops's true location.

"We order Saturn Lancers to assault this base and take Cyclops down," the WDF's Chief of Staff said. "We will send in the WDF Peacekeeper corps to assist. We would like to see this PMC go down, today."

"Sir yes Sir! Everyone, move out! I want to be ready to launch in an hour!" Uri turned to face the engineers. "Prep the Hyperion! This is it!"

The engineers saluted and ran to the hangar to prep the Hyperion.

V1 strode to the hangar. All of its own weapons were ready. It had scraped more metal flakes into its revolvers, changed the cores on the shotgun, and made sure all the rocket launchers were calibrated into proper form. He passed the research room, and for a brief moment it could see a screen with the words "Development of Quantum Br-". V1 was moving too fast to make it out fully.

The launch catapult shuddered from the amount of M.A.S.S. units being launched off of it. The Hyperion launched last, with V1 tightly grappled on to the unit.

"Hyperion, launching imminent," exclaimed Uri. He adjusted himself in his seat. He was eager to fight, to take down the PMC. He wanted to avenge those researchers, if it was the last thing he did.

The Hyperion and the WDF Peacekeeper M.A.S.S. units flew in in a v-shape formation, with Uri at the vertex.

It was a long trip across the Pacific Ocean. As they passed over the Atlantic Union, more Peacekeeper corps units met up with them from Shelters 11, 3, and 6 and joined the formation. They had approximately 50 units now.

Uri addressed the troops.

"Alright, so I want all of you to cover for me while I infiltrate the hideout. There will probably be M.A.S.S. units outside standing guard, so I'll need you to take care of those for me. Good luck, everyone."

With that, the plan was set. They neared the hideout. It was a large open field next to a mountainside. The mountainside had an entrance, most likely for a M.A.S.S. hangar and launch catapult.

V1 hadn't noticed it with all of the wind whooshing over it, but it realized it was hearing the beeping of a Sentry's gun.

"Uri, raise the shields! Get everyone else to-"

The sound of tens of antimatter rifles echoed through the air. There had to have been at least 40 Sentries, as 10 M.A.S.S. units were shredded by 4 rifle shots each. They all went clean through the cockpits, and the now hunks of steel went still and crashed into the ground. They exploded into shards of metal debris, as they stained the skies red and orange and yellow. Black smog rose from the wrecks, and the rest of the formation dipped low to avoid enemy fire.

M.A.S.S. units belonging to Cyclops had begun firing at them, but at this point the attacking force had activated their shields. The sound of the bullets thunking off the M.A.S.S.es was loud enough to be heard by even the pilots, through their meter-and-a-half thick cockpit walls.

"Everyone descend into the field! Take care of the M.A.S.S. units and machines! I'll break through the bulkhead protecting the catapult and find the ringleader!" Uri said this with a hint of doubt in his voice, wondering if he could lead a mission like this.

V1 jumped off of the Hyperion, slamming downwards to achieve a velocity high enough to make its hits "red" on the jackhammer. V1 fired the hammer into a M.A.S.S. unit on the ground. The impact sent shockwaves into and around the M.A.S.S. as the head crumpled like aluminum foil.