Being Human (One Punch Man x OC)

Chapter 9: Crushed

"You!" Genos stood up aggressively, an angry scowl on his face.
Sitch was shocked by the Cyborg's outburst, "Demon Cyborg, do you know these two?"
"Only the woman in the cloak. You have some nerve, showing your face again! After what you did to Master Saitama!" Genos yelled.
The members in the room who knew about Saitama's accident realized what he was talking about, but did not dare to say anything.
Saya wore an unimpressed frown, "It wouldn't have happened if he had simply let me be."
Genos growled, all the while, Saitama had turned his head away. He couldn't look at her. He just couldn't. It was almost painful to.
Even at a quick glance, it's clear she changed. Her bob-cut was trimmed down to a pixie cut. What she wore was something he didn't expect, either. Not only the white cloak and hood, she dawned silver plated; sleeveless/legless armor. Her gloves were dressed with sharp metal bracers and had knee high boots on.
She almost looked like a warrior.
(A/N: I drew her outfit and posted it above)
"Why are you here?!" Genos demanded.
Saya placed a hand on her hip, "To help save the planet. What else?"
Sitch tried to defuse the argument, "Demon Cyborg, please, take a seat. We need to talk about the emergency."
Sona began to speak, her voice smooth and leveled with a metallic hum, "Three months ago, I was working in my lab when I had received audio broadcastings from outer space. I tuned in on those frequencies, only to discover that these were coming from military spacecrafts. An armada. Their plan? Wipe out the entire solar system of any and all resources. All life will be decimated."

This information arose a sense of panic in the room.
"Another invasion?" Genos'eyes widened.
Atomic Samurai asked, "Is there a timeframe for this?"
"There is no definitive timeframe. The estimation I can calculate based off of the connection to their frequencies, I would have to say within a year," Sona answered, "I will be conducting further investigation to gain more information from the frequencies, but we must plan a course of action. This will be war."
"I don't know if you know this, but we've dealt with aliens before. We can handle this without your help," Tatsumaki spat, her arms crossed.
"And yet, blissful in your ignorance, City-A was completely destroyed by a single ship," Saya pointed out, "What do you plan to do against an entire fleet of them? Throw a bunch of debris and hope for the best? Earth won't stand a chance with that kind of mentality."
"How dare you! You come here and start ordering us around?!" Tatsumaki stood from her chair, outraged by Saya's words, "I should teach you lesson for speaking to me that way!"
Saya just scoffed at her, "Please, a small fry, like you? Such psychic potential is wasted on such a hotheaded child."
Tatsumaki started to glow as her temper flared, scowling at the cloaked woman.
"Tornado, that's enough," Bang told her, "She is correct. If she and her friend had not come here, what chance would we have against a fleet of spaceships, completely unprepared?"
Tornado wanted to argue, but he had a solid point. She glared at Saya, muttering, "This isn't over."
Saya smirked, "I'm looking forward to a sparring match."
"So, if I may ask, what role will you be taking part in, in this fight?" Bang asked Saya, "What powers do you possess, if any?"
Saya remarked, "Ask Saitama. He has a pretty good idea."
Bang's expression hardened subtly, but didn't reply.
Sona then butt into this side chitchat, "As far as the aliens' plans for this invasion, I have concluded that they are looking for resources to power their weapons of mass destruction. In doing so, they will be sending ships to every City to have their soldiers to search, destroy and retreat. Be it they find anything or not. Until more information is gathered, we will discuss further details as to handle this."

"So, what do you suggest we do in the mean time?" Metal Bat asked, "Sit and wait?"
Saya replied simply, "Train."

That simply answer made everyone uncomfortable. As if she was implying that they didn't stand a chance, even now. Unbeknownst to them, she was right.

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