Monsuno - Plasma Clash

A New World Order

An explosion shook the S.T.O.R.M. detention centre. S.T.O.R.M. soldiers were yelling, disorientated from the flush of dust that flooded the corridors and rooms. They were under attack! Desperately, some of the men tried to contact the main base to no avail; the transmission tower had been felled long before the main explosion rocked the concrete and steel building. 

Following attack protocol, S.T.O.R.M. Elites 4-12 aligned themselves along the only entranceway into the building: the front cargo bay; the 'guests' staying here didn't get visitors. 

Standing in formation, they each simultaneously removed one gold and black core from their specialised belts. Through their visors, their enhanced vision picked out darkened figures appearing out of the fog-like wall of dust that was slowly settling. A high-pitched shriek of laughter pierced through the mist and sent shivers down the Elites' spines.

"Oh...my darlings! Isn't this just a marvellous day?! Mmm-mmm..." Medea announced.

"It's night though..." Telegonus muttered.

"Mmmm?! Did you say something, Tel?"

"Uh, nothing, Mistress Queen."

The dust cleared enough to reveal the four members of the mercenary group, Darkspin.

"It-It's Darkspin!" One soldier announced.

"Try to contact the main base again!" Another shouted towards some new recruits. "Send an SOS signal if you can! We're short on manpower!"

Medea tutted. "I'm afraid we can't let that happen. We have orders to make this quick and sweet. Usually, I prefer slow and painful...but whatever fills our pockets...BUT ANYWAY," Medea announced as she sharply rose her arm in an arc towards the sky, "It's time to spin out, boys! We'll show them what we've got!"

"Yes, Mistress Queen!"

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Dr Klipse spluttered as he collapsed onto his hands and knees just outside the entrance to his cell. Above, the lights flickered in the corridor, and the fittings swung back and forth from the explosions going on outside. "W-What on earth is going on?" He spluttered to himself.

Behind him, he heard the familiar coughs and sharp inhalations of a certain female war criminal. Looking behind him, he witnessed Charlemagne crawl out of the gaping wall in her cell, collapsing on a concrete slap just outside, her wrists still in handcuffs. Klipse turned his head back, and as he did, he saw two figures from behind the cloud of dust. One rushed out, revealing themselves to be Six.

"Father! Are you alright?! Hang in there-"

Six abruptly began choking on the dust that was in his lungs.

"You fool! If you don't want to suffocate, I suggest you keep moving your gums to a minimum. More importantly, what's going on here? What are these explosions?"

Six, helping his creator to sit upright, said, "They're here to save us, father. Us and her." He gestured slightly using his head to the unconscious woman slumped a few metres away.

Klipse's eyes narrowed as he stared at the figure, still obscured. "Doing something as big as this...what is your aim, exactly?"

Six looked at his father straight in the eye.

"To get our revenge."