Zion happily returned to his warehouse, his fortress. Zion's car rolled in without a sound, and the shutter closed behind him, cutting him off from the rest of the world.

Zion got out of the car and looked at his new lab, filled with various machines to the brim. The rest of the machines and materials he ordered had arrived a few days early. Now, he had started his projects in full swing.

First, he turned around and opened the hood of his car and looked at the 4 cylinder engine he had created using spare parts from the junkyard. But now he had the means to create something more amazing. He wanted to create something similar to the All-Spark and turn his car into a Transformer.

Think about a cool way it would transform behind you, and you can say, "Mine are bigger." {Talking about guns, begone dirty thoughts.}

It would take only a moment to design the blueprint with Brainstorm's processing capabilities, but building it would take too much time. Creating it is also a pain, thinking of all the intricate mechanisms to create gave him headache.

And he knew a faster way to make it, however, it's not on Earth. He would need to start an interstellar exploration to find it. The living metal, or Nth metal, is not found on Earth in much quantity; he needed tons of it. Then he needed to use it to make transformium.

And the required tech, he was planning to steal it from a specific old group of the universe. That conquering species is really stubborn on capturing planets, but their tech had more potential than anything. With their tech, the car would become something more.

With those thoughts, Zion decided to give a few upgrades to the car for now. He already had the energy supply to make his car into a Transformer.

Even if it's a pain, how could he let his child self down? He was going to build the Transformer anyway.

But before that, he turned to the display hanger where a menacing robot hung. The face looked like a ghostly skull, with a slight greenish metallic shine. Its eyeballs dim, its nose hollow, its naked teeth sharp. Just the face itself would make a grown man cry. Then there was its body, covered in green-black armor with an edgy design. The robot looked like a final boss from Dark Souls. The cyborg was the literal definition of an undead knight. He also equipped a giant sword next to him.

This cyborg was 'Metallo.'

Zion has been upgrading his system and looks for a day now; he was taking it slow. Metallo's heart was upgraded to be more efficient in using green Kryptonite radiation, and he could also harness it to make energy-based weapons. His arms could turn into a cannon, a short blade, and a morning star. He also installed some other surprises.

The sword was a tech that used Kryptonite energy to create its sharp edge. The sword could cut through concrete like butter. It could also shoot a beam of Kryptonite energy, or an arc of energy. Think of it as a fantasy magic sword, but powered by Kryptonite. The upgraded Metallo could give Superman a run for his money. He had Kryptonite energy blast, shields, and much more. Then there was his sword, which could inflict wounds that won't heal by normal means. Superman would have a tough fight if he were to fight Metallo now, maybe even lose some limbs. He was planning to use Metallo for something, something that will elevate his status in a certain circle.

Zion looked at Metallo for a minute before he moved on to a suitcase situated on his work table. Zion moved to look at the suitcase which contained the fabric that he was going to use for his hero costume. The material of the fabric was similar to Batman's bulletproof cape, flexible yet resilient. He was going to build 'The Tuxedo,' it was one of his favorite movies. The super-tech suit that could give semi-superpowers to anyone who wore it. Think about putting the suit in combat mode, and it would whoop everyone's behind. It was one of childhood dreams to own a suit like that, and now he could build one himself. This suit will be stored in the museum in the far future as a legendary suit. The most relative tech to the suit would be Batman Beyond's suit. Zion took the fabric back into the suitcase; it was time to start making the suit.

Zion then looked at his Omnitrix; it was time to bring in some workers. Zion quickly moved his right hand and selected his alien. He then immediately pressed the Omnitrix core.

[Golden Flash]

"Echo Echo!"

Zion's body shrank into that of a white humanoid alien. The alien had green eyes, a speaker-like mouth, and black lines on his chest. Thick black lines outlined his eyes and mouth. His back had a structure that resembled an Mp3 player on his back connected to the earphones covering his ears. Echo Echo didn't wait and cloned himself into three. The three of them then lifted their hands and pointed at each other accusingly. They narrowed their eyes as they scrutinized each other. The tension rose, and the silence was stifling before all three of them burst out laughing.

"Let's stop goofing around."

They stopped playing around and twisted the Omnitrix on their chest to a 90°, and without a word, they slammed it at the same time. The blinding golden light, and when it died down, there were three Zions standing smiling at each other. They just looked at each other for a second before moving to their sections.

One turned into Jury Rigg, taking the appearance of a short stereotypical devil with goggles on his head, his tail waving about. He then moved at lightning speed as he arrived near the car and started dismantling it. His creepy laughter filled the lab as he immersed himself in his joy.

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"Don't change its outer appearance!" another Zion said before he transformed into Upgrade.

Upgrade then possessed the whole production line and turned it into one big cube. The machines were upgraded into something that didn't exist on Earth in the present. The machine was a crafter; it was used for creating micro parts before Upgrade possessed it. Now, its capabilities were beyond human standards. It could produce 30-century tech in minutes. The final Zion took the suitcase on his table and threw it to the machine, which opened its maws and swallowed it. He was in charge of the suit's production. The Tuxedo would also have some of his upgrades. The most basic was increased strength and size adjustment.

"Make it comfortable."

Zion turned to his desk; it was time to design some stuff. A spaceship, the watchtower, a hyperspace engine, and a warp drive. The spaceship was for his interstellar exploration to find the things he needed and to collect potent DNA samples for the Omnitrix. The watchtower design because the Justice League would need it, and the blueprint would reduce the time it would take to build. Finally, the hyperspace engine and warp drive were to make his travel easy. The warp engine could take him to the end of the universe, but it has a high cooldown time, so in its place will be the Hyperspace engine to take him to a nearby solar system or habitable planet. He would then stay if it was habitable and learn their culture. It would also satisfy his hunger for adventure. Zion didn't think further and transformed. "Brainstorm!"

Zion now looked like a roasted crab with his copper shell, his pincer-like hands, with his six legs, added to the appearance of a crab. He wore a silver and black neck brace that held the Omnitrix. Brainstorm then pinched the pen and started to do some mathematical calculations, processing much data and creating new theories from the old. Zion had already memorized all the founding knowledge on Earth, from relativity to quantum mechanics. He was using the present knowledge he acquired to create the mathematical formula that will help him in his interstellar travel. After all, he didn't want to get teleported into a Black Hole's horizon; it would mean certain death. Not inside the Black hole due to its massive gravity affecting the space around it. The warp wouldn't be able to teleport into it, and he would be crushed to death if it did.

Then you might be asking Why he didn't turn into Grey Matter to create the needed formulas. The answer is processing power. Cerebrocrustaceans' brain allowed them to process data at higher speeds. Remember, no matter how much processing power your brain has, if you are dumb, you are dumb. Brainstorm's hand moved with relative ease as he lined up hundreds of equations on his table and derived new equations, a new formula from each of them. This continued for hours before he stopped at the final equation. The equation looked so simple but it could explode many brains if someone tried to understand it with their limited knowledge. Seeing that he had finished his task, Brainstorm turned to look at the others. Upgrade had finished making the suit and was going through the final checkup.

Jury Rigg had an evil smile as he sat atop a new car. The car looked a bit different now. Think about a 2016 Ford Mustang turned into a MINI Cooper. This weird design suited the car well, but it would attract too much attention. Brainstorm then watched as Jury Rigg pointed to where he had placed the batbike. The bike was rebuilt too; it retained its previous design but was added with more muscle, as in gears and fittings (The bike from Dark Knight Rises). Brainstorm shook his head before moving toward Upgrade; he wanted to see the Tuxedo. Seeing him approach, Upgrade made a compartment for display and placed the suit in it. Brainstorm gave a nod of satisfaction.

The Tuxedo's intricate design was a masterpiece of craftsmanship. The golden linings that adorned the suit were not mere embellishments but a careful composition that told a story. It started at the lapels, where they fanned out like the delicate roots of a golden tree, each line extending and branching in an almost organic, vine-like fashion. As these intricate lines descended, they radiated outward, like a burst of light, creating a mesmerizing contrast with the deep black fabric. The golden threads continued to weave their way down the jacket's front, resembling a path of stardust leading to an elegant destination. The jacket's cuffs and pockets featured smaller, yet equally mesmerizing golden accents, showcasing a recurring motif of intertwined veins, leaves, and delicate floral patterns. These embellishments added a touch of whimsical charm to the overall design, making the tuxedo not just a garment but a canvas for a story that was waiting to be told. The tuxedo, tailored to perfection, was a work of art. Its deep black fabric with intricate golden weaving exuded an aura of elegance, while fine golden linings traced every contour, imbuing it with an air of opulence. The shirt underneath was crisp and white, the perfect canvas for the obsidian bowtie that completed the ensemble.

Brainstorm was in awe of his creation; he took enough time to appreciate the creation before he opened the jacket to see the interior. Unlike the exterior, the interior design was packed with golden circuitry. These circuits were the main component of this suit as they were inlaid with microchips and nano-fiber that would assist him in many ways in the coming future."

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