Some armed forces quickly surrounded them and began charging their blasters before the general swiftly ejected and halted them.

“General Lyanus sir!” The troop leader exclaimed with nearly teary eyed relief after seeing the man that had saved the galaxy dozens of times standing strong in front of him.

“Peacekeeper, how is the ground looking? Are casualties high?” The General immediately questioned.

“So far just contained to the capital sir! But most evacuations have been unsuccessful there sir!” The troop leader said, barely holding back tears as he shivered in panicked terror.

Lyanus clasped the man's shoulders.

“Ease up keeper, you’ve done a fine job. Now, last I heard one of the few centurion prime proto-types were stored in these barracks, am I right?” The General asked in a concrete tone.

“Y-y-yes sir! But it was one of the early ones! Extremely powerful but unstable! It ripped the test subjects very own cells apart! You couldn’t possibly be considering… putting it on could you?” The peacekeeper blurted out in a huff as calamity stormed on in the city scape around them.

“Not for me, Drunkard! Are you ready for an upgrade?” The general asked with a slight grin on his face.

Hans looked at The General, then to the massive flying behemoth in the sky then back to the general, then nodded.

“You’re the only one that can seem to make a dent without being obliterated, and you snap back like a rubber band.” The General continued.

“This armour might kill you but it’s the only chance we’ve got.”

Hans continued to nod and turned his gaze to his friends.

They were staring right back.

“Gents, it’s been a fun ride, you’re all aces in my book, you’ve given me a reason to care, maybe with fellows like you around the galaxy will be worth saving.” He said with a sigh.

There was a moment of silence before the general nodded in a commanding manner.

“Alright, keeper lead us to the armour.” He ordered.

The man led the group into the barracks, ordering his men to stay back and stand guard.

They made their way into the barracks vault, held underground in a silo containing many weapons and utilities of mass destruction.

“Whoa…” Bob’s pupils widened as he perused the apparatus.

The group eventually made their way to a cylindrical containment unit with huge cables running from its top and bottom.

‘PRIME ALPHA I’ was the inscription on the control monitor attached to it.

The General tapped the open button and then presented his hand print, suddenly opening the unit.

It opened to reveal a jagged edged, asymmetrical full body armour piece that had glowing red lines lacing over and around it sporadically.

“The suit changed shape after it malfunctioned on colonel Whitten sir... before it killed him sir. Its bionics morphed due to the unstable bionic coding.” The peacekeeper said.

Hans walked right up to the suit, its red hued visor reflecting his face back at him.

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“Well, what are we waiting for?” Hans mock stretched with a wide grin as all the others looked at him in perplexion.

“Strap me in and load me up baby! I’ve got some antediluvian ass to kick! Donny, find my daughter, tell her I love her!” He exclaimed rambunctiously as he stepped up to suit and nodded manically at the General.

The General, probably for the first time in his professional career let out an audible chuckle.

“You heard the lunatic, begin the procedures peacekeeper.” He ordered.

The man tapped a series of instructive code into the monitor's keyboard, causing the suit to abruptly snap open, allowing for a person to be let in.

The spinal infusement chord shot forth, protruding out with a sharp needle that plugged directly into the brain.

The General stopped Hans for a second with a hand on the back of his shoulder.

“This will hurt more than anything you have ever experienced in your life…” the general.

“Try me.”

Hans nodded, still smiling albeit melancholically before stepping into the suit. He winked at the peacekeeper who then pushed the activate button, causing the suit to stab into the base of Hans’ skull and wrapping itself around him violently before he had a chance to gasp.

Hans convulsed and shook about in a possessed rage, his muffled screams could just be heard through the helmet as the suit morphed and augmented itself trying to assimilate with his biology.

Eventually the spasming and the transformations stopped.

He fell limp back into the storage container.

“Is he ok?” Donny asked apprehensively, looking into the red visor that shielded his eyes.

The group encroached the storage container in morbid curiosity.

“General… I don’t think he made it, I told you the suit was too unstable!” The sergeant stated in dread, all hope of survival dwindling out of his person.

The General merely huffed before already preparing his battle gear for plans b through z.

“Shit… I’m going to kind of miss that drunken fuck.” Bob said with a hint of sadness as the Hynx shrunk back down to size and flopped sadly into the onto hunters afro.

Jakaab began whimpering as a tear accumulated at the edge of Iris’ eye.

All hope seemed to be lost for this crew of misfits.

Until suddenly…

Seemingly jumping back from the afterlife…

Hans exploded into a lunge that sent shockwaves through the facility as he burst through the building in a nuclear leap.

Everyone stood in shock and awe behind the blast off.

Meanwhile, the demon god Vol Drung was wreaking havoc upon the capital. Sending down thunderous blows with his hammer, making the earth quake with each one.

“You shall bow to be cleansed before me, wretched infidels! Feel the burning privilege to be sent to the heavens by my mercifully brutal hammer!” He roared as he murdered thousands each second.

Suddenly, unexpectedly something flew at him faster than even he could register much less counter.

Hans crashed into him like a meteor, sending the both of them in an arc, hurtling back down towards the ground.

They landed, creating a more compact crater in the crater that was already around them.

Hans wasted no time, feeling the monumental increase in speed and power in his body, he began bludgeoning the demon god.

Ignoring the raging pain pulsating through him.

Each hit sending tremors through the planet and cracking the ground under them.

The suit morphed violently over him after every effort as the reeling god struggled to get his bearing.

A second ago he was assuming his rightful place as supreme being of the universe and now he was being bludgeoned into the ground.

Hans pulled back to wind up for the killing blow but Vol Drung used the pause as an opportunity to kick his assailant away to gain some space before properly assessing his new threat.

“What is this! How have you gained such power, you pathetic parasitic drunkard!?” Vol Drung yelled in a bloodthirsty panic.

Hans merely answered by lunging forward with a punch.

The god tried to block with his hammer just for it to be flung away by the force of the blow.

“No!” Vol Drung yelled in despair before Hans delivered another blow to his face, cracking his razor sharp teeth and snapping one of the horns off of his head.

“Raaaaaaghhhhh!” The God roared in rage as he reeled backwards.

“No! No! Nooooooo! How can you be this strong? No mortal should be this strong! You have defiled nature! Augmented to suit your perverted drunken transcendence! I will not have it!” He yelled.

“Seems somewhat hypocritical, you calling me a defiler, considering the perversion that created your new form.” Hans said coldly as he swaggered calmly up towards the god.

Betraying the excruciating pain that the suit was putting him through, constantly tearing away at his cells as they healed themselves.

He had practically gone through dozens of iterations of himself molecularly since he had donned the suit.

“You dare!” The god sputtered out through a blood clogged mouth.

“Oh yes, I dare, and now…” Hans chuckled as he softly clasped the gods head with both of his hands.

Vol Drung tried to retaliate but Hans merely ripped all of his limbs clean off and flung them afar before returning his hands around the gods head.

“You die.” Hans said as he crunched the demon's head between his gauntlets, leaving only gore in his grip.

Suddenly, as if a switch had been flipped, all of the invading sphere ships began to fall from the sky, disintegrating into smoke before they could crash to the cityscape below.

All that was left squirming below Hans was a small, wriggling pathetic form of the chimaera.

“Hmmm, hiya baby.” He said before squashing it violently with his boot.

The sky suddenly cleared a little, allowing Hans to bask in a ray of sunshine that shot through the grey smoke in the skies.

Over the city-scape he could see a glider in the distance coming his way.

Bob’s glider. He thought with relieved glee before his vision suddenly blurred.

He dropped to his knees, feeling the suit viciously rip apart his very being from smallest scale as it rapidly tried to keep improving his physiology.

Killing him whilst doing so.

Even his already god-like biochemical makeup could not bear it any longer.

The crew of misfit heroes landed near him and rushed to surround him, his daughter at the forefront.

“Well done soldier, you cut the head of the snake and now they’re all dropping like flies, you saved us!” The General exclaimed, showing the most emotion he had ever shown in a long time.

The Hynx scurried excitedly around the crew, chittering away in triumphant excitement, before climbing up and nestling onto Bob’s.

“Nice work drunker.” Said Bob nonchalantly.

The General moved her swiftly but carefully away before picking Hans up and cradling him.

“Quickly, Hunter, fly us back to the barracks. We have to get the suit off of him before it kills him. This man is a hero.” The General ordered.

Donny nodded and they all moved quickly.