Chapter 1: A new hero
(AN: for the purposes of this story the main character will have invented all the weapons and items he has, On this note, I don't own ANYTHING described or used in this story.)
“This is Officer Bennett calling for backup, please if you can hear this come to our aid. A gang of thugs has taken over the bank and are holding several people hostages. I repeat....”
A figure rose from his seat, quickly grabbing his gear, then leaped from rooftop to rooftop heading towards the source of the SOS.
A cop huddled behind his car, sheltering himself from gunfire coming from the entrance of the bank.
The thugs weren't shooting that often, just enough to ensure the police didn't try anything.
With a thud something large landed beside the officer, who whipped out his gun and pointed it at the figure.
The figure held up its hands the left one glinting in the sun, the upper-left part of the man's face replaced by metal.
“Easy there, I'm not going to hurt you.” The man taps the metal on his face with his metallic hand. “I got your call, you need help?” The man asks.
The cop nods. “Yeah if you can help, please do so.”
The Cyborg smiles, eyes glinting, one red, the other blue.
“Good.”
The cyborg reached behind him and unstraps a long weapon.
Its barrel glowed cyan, the metal a dark navy blue. The man twisted a knob on one side of the weapon and it began to emit a low hum, the blue turning red, the hum changed into a whine then to a shriek.
The man hunched over the car aiming the weapon at the bank doors.
“I'd look away if I were you.” The man said as he closed his right eye, the robotic eye taking over for the absence of the real eye.
The Cyborg pulled the trigger and a blazing three foot wide red beam blasted from the barrel with a sound akin to thunder. The beam of red slammed into the bank doors, turning the fortified bullet-proof glass and metal doors into nothing more than molten slag.
The Cyborg retreated behind the car as retaliatory fire pattered around him.
“Door's open.” The cyborg said to the cop. “My weapon needs a few seconds to cool off and recharge.”
With a loud whooshing sound a caped man landed next to the cyborg and cop.
His outfit was blue emblazoned with red, on his chest was written a large S.
The cop muttered. “Superman.”
The man of steel spoke. “I'll take it from here.”
Superman turned towards the slagged bank entrance. “Listen up, This is Superman. If you come out now, I won't have to harm you.”
“Yeah right! We know you're too goody goody to come after us.” Came a yelled reply.
With a blur of speed the man of steel flew into the bank, punching one of the thugs he sped by others disarming them then knocking them out. Then he heard something that made his blood run cold.
“Don't move or I'll shoot the lady.” The thug said, pointing his gun at his hostage.
The thug slowly backed towards the entrance, Superman watching his every move.
Suddenly with a sound akin to buzz a lance of blue energy smashed into the back of the thug's head. The thug grunted, his limbs went limp, eyes rolling to the back of his head, and he dropped like a stone.
Superman saw the cyborg man pull back a steaming gun, smiling, and his super hearing heard the man say. “Aw yeah, Head shot.”
The frightened women gawks at her new-found freedom then runs screaming out of the slagged bank entrance.
Superman bends over to check the fallen thug and is relieved to find a slow but stead pulse.
Superman walked out of the bank carefully stepping over the still steaming molten glass, then walked over to the cop car.
“The thugs are unconscious.” Superman said.
The cop and the cyborg man stood up.
The cop pulled out his radio to contact his headquarters.
The cyborg looked at superman, replacing the long gun on his back. “So you're Superman, huh? I thought you'd be taller.”
“And just who are you?” Superman asked.
“I'm Nexus. World's only Cyborg, and inventor extraordinaire, I also freelance as a vigilante.” Nexus replied with a shrug.
“Inventor, did you make that gun on your back?” Superman asks.
“Yup, made the other one too. Though that ones mainly for super-fast, super-efficient travel.” Nexus replied.
“That first gun what exactly is it?”
“A Modified Mark 6 Galilean Nonlinear Rifle. It shoots a laser.” Nexus replies with a grin.
“You know, we could use a man of your talents in the Justice league, you'll have to meet another member to be approved. Once that's done you'll have to meet the President as well.” Superman says.
“Hmm, the league eh. Hell why not! But why do I have to meet the president?” Nexus asks.
“We work world wide, if a civilian gets a picture of you, the president can explain to the local news that it was league related.” Superman replies.
“All right, so when do I meet this other guy to get approved?” Nexus asks.
“Well I can fly up to the Watchtower today, I'm certain we'll have time to meet tomorrow. Say three pm Local time New York Central Park?” Superman suggests.
The cyborg man nods. “I'll be there, count on it.”
With that the cyborg jogs off.
Superman nods then flies towards orbit, intent on talking to Batman.
The next day.
Superman stood in Central Park next to Batman.
Batman turned to look at his companion.
“You sure he's coming?” The caped crusader asks.
“He said he'd be here.” Superman replies.
“Well he's late, I'm only waiting.....” Batman is interrupted by a ball of orange energy hitting a nearby tree, creating a swirling orange oval.
The oval flashes and briefly shows the view of a rooftop before a tall Cyborg man steps through. Nexus presses a button on his second, shorter gun and the orange oval disappears fading with a 'pop'.
Nexus replaces the gun in a holster on his back.
“Superman.” The cyborg says.
“Hello.”
Batman scrutinizes the cyborg.
“What was that device you just used?” Batman asks.
“Ever play a game called Portal?”
“Can't say I have.”
“Basically, its an Unrestricted Handheld Quantum Tunneling Device. Or in layman’s terms, Portal gun.” Nexus replies.
“That thing can make portals?” Batman asks.
“Just about anywhere too, the area I'm aiming at has to be a certain size but yeah, anywhere.” Nexus says.
“What's the minimum size?” Superman asks.
“Eh, about four foot tall and two foot wide, if it won't open an oval won't form.” Nexus replies.
“Well, I approve Superman.” Batman says to his heroic friend.
“Does this mean I'm part of the league?” Nexus ventures.
“It does, stand next to us and we'll teleport to the Watchtower, there you'll register and become and OFFICIAL part of the league. How old are you by the way? You look rather young.” Batman says.
Nexus replies and he stands next to the heroic duo.
“I'm about eighteen, I started inventing when I was twelve, lost my arm and part of my
face when my prototype portal gun exploded. That was four years ago.”
“Sounds painful.” Batman replies.
“It was, but I made myself a new arm and eye to compensate. Now? I don't even notice the difference anymore.” Nexus Replies.
With a flash of light the trio are transported to the Watchtower.
“Follow us.” Batman says as he walks out of the transporter room, heading towards the control bay.
“Nice place you got here.” Nexus says.
“Thanks, so what exactly powers your weapons and arm? And what about your eye?” Superman asks.
“All my gadgets, are powered by a small cold-fusion reactor, limitless energy. My eye is powered by a small wired connection that run from the reactor in my arm to my head.” Nexus point to a small line running under the skin from his arm up his neck and into the metal plate in his face.
“You do the surgery yourself?” Batman asks.
“Had to, I wasn't gonna trust some doctor with something I invented.” Nexus replies.
“Are you sane?” Batman asks.
“Four out of five doctors say I am, but what do they know anyways?” Nexus replies with a grin.
“I truly hope you don't try something stupid.” Batman says.
“I may not be the sanest guy around but I know what NOT to do, after all I blew off my arm and part of my face with a mistake.” Nexus says.
“Good. We're here.” Batman replies.
The trio enter the control bay.
Batman sits himself in a chair next to a computer.
Nexus whistles appreciatively. “Nice setup.”
“All right, lets get you registered. Birth name?”
“Nexus Arnold Hargrave.”
Batman types in the information, then speaks again.
“Age I already know, so next is blood type, and medical history we can look up later.” Batman says.
“My blood type is O positive.” Nexus replies.
“All right that's all we need right now, we can look up other information if we need it, you'll be staying in room 304. If you want I can show you where it is.” Batman says.
“No thanks, I like figuring things out.” Nexus replies.
“Good, I'll contact the president to schedule an appointment. He's a busy man, but League business is rather important, so we should be able to see him sometime during the week.” Batman replies.
“Cool, I guess I'm off then.” Nexus says.
As the cyborg man leaves, Batman can hear him say. “I'm gonna like it here.”
(AN: Done, the next chapter will be the last chapter to involve humans, I'd like to jump to Equestria ASAP, it'll be interesting to see how the cyborg copes there.)