Victor Stone had resigned himself to the fact that he was completely alone in the world. He had comrades, but they were completely organic. He had people he'd consider calling 'friend', but they were organic as well. They had secret identities. They...
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The Watchtower was Victor's real home nowadays. It used to be the Titans Tower, but he'd grown much more powerful since he first became a Cyborg. His mind was the most efficient processor on the face of the planet, and he dedicated it to keeping an eye on the entirety Earth. Whenever he picked up anything strange on cameras, microphones or encrypted messages, he'd notify the authorities or dispatch a League member if the trouble was too much. He was constantly monitoring the planet a hundred times per minute...and twenty-four seven.
A blip came up on his display, indicating a highly important message from Group 6. Their last joint operation paid off, but Victor wasn't seeing the long-term purpose of that kind of relationship. At the end of the day, Group 6 was military and that meant they couldn't be trusted. He pulled the message then opened it, and it read:
"Mr. Stone, this is a priority message. The terrorist Joseph Martin has attacked a city centre in Sydney Australia. We are in desperate need of League assistance."
Victor frowned. The Atomic Skull... He was one of Superman's more reoccurring villains, meaning that he was usually the one to take care of him. That meant that Group 6 definitely needed a hand. This would be a difficult task for certain Justice League members, let alone a small group of military personnel.
Cyborg quickly examined all possible outcomes, and he concluded that it would be best if he informed Superman of this situation but he was a few galaxies away, and completely out of immediate contact range. That only left him or Diana, and he hadn't seen her in weeks.
Victor wasted no time in opening a boom tube - a travel portal fuelled by a Mother Box. Victor was one of the few that could get the thing started up. Usually, it was a pain in the ass, people always had to contact him directly to use it, but there were rare moments where it became useful.
In less than minutes Victor found himself standing in the centre of the city, the Sydney Opera House crumbling in the distance. The surrounding area was mostly evacuated, with the exception of the few stragglers that were still running to their cars. One of them had seen Victor on their way and screamed in fear... He was mistaken for the villain more than he was ever praised for being a hero so he had learned to ignore people's terror at the sight of him. It would hurt later though. It always did.
"Cyborg!" A familiar, digitised voice yelled, and as Cyborg honed his attention back to the task at hand, he saw Hyperion in her large mechanical suit. It was badly damaged and beginning to circuit out. Around her were the bodies of her teammates, red tubes and wiring spilling out from their bodies.
"What's your condition?" Victor quickly asked her, wading past the corpses that littered the ground.
"Severe hull damage. Weapons are functional, operating at eighty two percent efficiency." She replied without hesitation "Radiation shielding is almost gone...he seems to be getting stronger."
"We need to shut him down before he detonates."
"According to these readings, that might be soon." Hyperion said in a clear voice that didn't show even an inch of fear. "I can't take another hit from him though."
