The bright morning sun streamed through the curtains, Yui a stylish young woman with long black hair featuring yellow highlights and fringed bangs, dressed in a white buttoned dress with long, cuffed dark teal sleeves, a white collar, black stockings, and vibrant tile shoes she stands alongside her adopted brother, Francisco a young man wearing a blue and white shirt with brown pants.
They stare in horror at the news. Yui runs upstairs waking Dr. Williams in a state of panic, his heart racing.
“Wake up!” Yui's urgent voice pierced the morning calm.
“What happened?” he mumbled, still groggy as he sat up in bed.
“Edward and the rest of them are missing!” Yui exclaimed, her eyes wide with fear.
“Where are they!?” Dr. Williams shot out of bed, adrenaline coursing through him.
“I don’t know! I came in to clean this morning, and everyone besides Francisco was gone!”
Williams felt a cold dread settle in his stomach. He dashed to each of the children’s rooms, flinging open doors only to find empty beds and silence. Just as panic began to grip him, Yui’s voice called out again, more frantic this time. “All the suits you made are missing too!”
Before he could respond, Francisco burst into the room, his face pale and eyes filled with urgency. “You need to see the morning news right now!”
Without hesitation, Dr. Williams sprinted to the living room, where the television flickered to life.
“Li with Channel 7 News,” the reporter began, her voice steady but laced with tension.
“We continue our coverage of a sudden attack downtown. As you can see, the six men from the unveiling are using the suits to attack civilians and destroy property. What’s worse is that nothing seems able to stop them. The police were quickly outmatched this morning, and the army has already been defeated.”
The screen displayed a chaotic scene: Clyde was slicing through buildings with ease, Edward was draining power from the grid, Israel was freezing the police in their tracks, Brayden was launching explosives at law enforcement, Frank was torching soldiers with flames, and Gavin was effortlessly lifting and tossing tanks aside like toys.
The reporter continued, “So far, no one has claimed ZZT -ibility, nor VVT demands... KSSSH…”
The broadcast dissolved into static, replaced by a face that made Williams' blood run cold – Dr. Nickola.
"Do not dare to look away, fools!" Nickola's voice thundered. "Doctor Tesla T. Nickola commands the airwaves now and soon--the entire world! You've witnessed the chaos outside, haven't you? Those men, instruments of my will, clad in suits forged by my unparalleled brilliance, are invincible!"
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His eyes glowed with manic triumph. "This violence is but a fraction of what I am capable of. I demand complete and immediate surrender from the world's leaders, and recognition as the greatest genius in history! Fail to comply, and this morning's terror will seem like a mere prelude to the horrors I will unleash!"
Francisco angrily jabbed the power button, plunging the room into silence. The click of the TV shutting off seemed to echo the finality of the situation they now faced.
Williams stood frozen, his mind reeling from the betrayal and the weight of responsibility crashing down upon him. The bright day he had promised had instead dawned into a nightmare of his own creation.
Yui tried to comfort their father. “Um... sit down, Dad. It’ll be okay. You’ll see. Everybody knows Doctor Nickola is behind it now, so they’ll stop him.”
Dr. Williams shook his head, despair etched on his face. “No, no they won’t. We built the suits to set the new standard. There is nothing that can stand up to them! Nobody can stop him now!”
He put his head in his hands, feeling utterly hopeless. Yui started to tear up, the weight of the situation pressing down on her. Seeing this, Francisco suddenly came up with an idea.
“I’ll do it,” he declared.
“What?!” Dr. Williams looked up, bewildered.
“What Doctor Nickola is doing is wrong. You built those suits, so you can build me one too. You haven't made a suit for law enforcement yet. So make that one for me so I can stop them!”
Yui looked at her brother, her eyes wide with fear. “Francisco... what are you thinking? Aren’t you scared you’ll get hurt?”
“Well, sure I'm scared,” Francisco admitted, “and I don’t want to hurt anyone. I know you don’t want to make combat suits anymore, and if I can get the others to snap out of it, I will. But if I have to fight... then I have to fight. Otherwise, who will help everyone?”
Dr. Williams stared at his son, a mix of pride and worry in his eyes. “Francisco, my boy, you’re right!”
With renewed purpose, Williams sprang into action, his mind racing as he began work on the law enforcement suit. As he worked, his thoughts turned grim. I know Tesla. If he's gone this far, he is committed to his scheme. There will be no reasoning with him.
"You can't go as you are," Williams told Francisco. "I can make sure you're prepared. I'll give you the best armor I can make. Wearing this suit will allow you to be faster, and stronger, and you've already demonstrated your courage. But that won't be enough. I will arm you."
He presented Francisco with a sleek weapon. "Your weapon, the ultra pistol, will be able to hold a charge if you need to pack more of a punch. But when it's not enough, you can use this unique copy chip to adapt the abilities of the other suits. Perhaps it will give you the edge you need."
As Francisco donned the Law Enforcement Armor, Williams felt a mix of pride and trepidation. "I never wanted this for you, but I also could not be prouder. You are something very different now."
Francisco stood tall in his new armor. A sleek, state-of-the-art armored suit. The top is a sleek, obsidian blue featuring an electrifying azure chest plate. The forearms are adorned with formidable cobalt blue armor, adding an extra layer of protection. The bottom of the suit, also black, is complemented by robust blue armored boots. Proudly displaying a contrasting red stripe on one side and a captivating blue stripe on the other. The helmet covers the face, concealing the identity, and boasts two small, vibrant red and blue headlights on the top.
A sense of purpose radiating from him. "This armor was for law enforcement, right? Then instead of Francisco Scott, you can call me OFFICER SCOTT!"
The room fell silent as the weight of the moment settled upon them. Williams looked at his son, now transformed into a beacon of hope against the chaos unleashed upon the world. The future hung in the balance, and Officer Scott stood ready to face whatever challenges lay ahead.