Anthony_Stark

@pre-mortem: @strigidae_100: @sionnach001:

Thirty Seconds Ago

-- Mister Stark, it appears that an unidentified vehicle is approaching the warehouse at hostile speeds. There is no indication of an intention to avert it's trajectory. Advise caution. --

>Ah, I guess the guests have arrived<

-- Activate homecoming protocol? --

>You didn't even have to ask<

...

Sean began his approaching, displaying his impressive subversion skills and justifiably not wanting to confront the Iron Titan face-to-face considering their sizeable arsenal difference. Letting himself exit a nearby shadow and gracefully allowing gravity to do it's work, dropping him soundlessly toward the working Stark. Anthony, who was tinkering away with his holograms. Deadly twin blades with razor sharp edges were unsheathed and filled the dexterous hands of the Strigidae associate, and in a swift, almost impossibly so manner, his two blades were sliced through the air towards the former President's spine...

And then nothing.

Anthony Stark slowly de-materialized as his body faded away into blue particles as though he was being blown away by a breeze.

Had his foes really assumed killing him would be that easy?

Amateurs.

Stark, whom had defeated the Brahma Bull twice and toppled empires. Stark, who had imprisoned two President's. Stark, who had gone toe to toe with God's and made them bleed. Stark... Who was about to kick some scrawny Strigidae-Wannabes ass.

The blast doors thud as Stark forced them open, staring at Pre-Mortem with an icy gaze. This was the runt that had stolen one of his archaic suits? Pathetic. Anthony stepped out, cracking his knuckles as his blue eyes analysed the man from head to toe.

"Let me give you a life lesson kid. When you have an insect infestation and you're rich like me, you don't step on the cockroaches yourself. You hire pest control. That's what my assassin was, kid. Pest control." Stark looked down at his palm as one of his repulsor units began to chime up, looking back up with an internal grin. "Don't flatter yourself."

Like a scene from an old western Stark was swift; raising his hand and firing a single repulsor shot towards the Renegade Remnant, enough power in his singular blast to punch a hole straight through a kevlar-reinforced target like a .50 BMG through paper.

@yoshi_senju: Oh we'll be seeing each other soon Mr Senju, don't worry about that.

@yoshi_senju: I'm either about to rek or get rekt.

Peak International HQ, three days ago...

>Specimen analyse; genetic structure mapping complete. Subject 86's genome has been successfully decoded<

Anthony tinkered with a piece of small glass, a smidgen of Satar's DNA trapped inside. The arm of Satar was locked away somewhere else, his technology not needing much to do an analysis. In truth his brother Joseph Stark, the renowned biologist would have been wise to consult. But Anthony had never liked admitting Joseph was better than him at biology...

"Horizon, anything interesting?"

--Indeed Mister Stark, data as follows;

-The genetic structure is populated by adaptable genes that promote high performance.

-A lack of depleting telomerase enzymes render aging obsolete.

-A perfect blend of muscle fibers replace the typical red and white muscle fibers, instead documented 'pink muscle fibers' are evident within Subject 86's body and serve as an enhanced combination of them all.

-Specimen's maximum amount of oxygen able to combine with a given amount of hemoglobin in blood is far greater than the typical human, hence Subject 86's inhuman stamina.

-Most uniquely, analyses detected a backup nervous system comprised of neuro-conductive fluid, specifically targeted to override any attempts at immobilization of the primary nervous systems.

-- It seems, Mister Stark. That Subject 86 'Satar' is designed to be the perfect genetic warrior --

Anthony smirked. "Perfect?" He slot the DNA sample back. "I don't remember designing it."

Peak International warehouse, New Mexico. Now.

>Start audio recording, for future reference<

"Intriguingly, gamma rays can be so powerful that they can actually create matter. Using the formula E = mc2 explains, energy can get converted to matter, and vice versa. Extraordinarily high-energy gamma rays, such as ones that black holes can generate, can yield pairs of electrons and their antimatter counterparts, known as positrons. Using this theory I suspect it will be possible to utilize gamma rays to violate the law of conservation of matter and grow, by generating enough gamma rays... Subject 87 may potentially be able to literally grow stronger, faster... Bigger, with mental triggers."

Stark clasped his palms behind his back and looked at the array of elements forming before his very eyes. A multitude of gamma-radiation emitting isotopes popping into existence. "Horizon, run the diagnostics and prepare Subject 87 for stage 1. Have containment at 100%."

@pre-mortem

Cool

He reminds me of myself.

@orpheus_knightfall: >Remotely shuts down your my armor<

I hope you realize there were probably 50+ people screaming at her the same time. She was replying to someone else obviously LOL

• Is aware that Pre-Mortem stole some out-dated technology from an old Peak warehouse in Gothic. Intends to get it back, but is too preoccupied. In the meantime placed a bounty on the thief, hoping someone else deals with it first.