“???: Team Zulu moving in, closing in on what seems to be Cell unit /3. We’ll be expecting heavy resistance. Alpha, move in. Alpha: Taking position. Movement up north at your position. Watch your asses. This thing blew up a -blam!-ing star and survived. I’ll provide Overwatch. Team Zulu Captain: I see movement in trees, Looks a bit too big to be the unit, doesn’t it? Alpha: Negative, continue on Zulu. Team Zulu Captain: Alpha, You sure about this? Alpha: Yes, This’ll work out fine, trust me. Team Zulu Captain: Moving in. We’ve positioned ourselves right in front of the damn thing. It’s beginning to emerge. Keep your sights on it. *Short moment of silence* Alpha: Zulu, Status? Team Zulu Captain: So far, nothing out of the ordi- Oh -blam!-! *Gunfire and Snarls* What the -blam!- is this thing? It’s a dragon, dino sort of shit! Alpha: I can’t see the damn thing! *Screams and snarls continue* *More gunfire* Team Zulu Captain: -blam!-.... the damn thing just split into two! Alpha! Call in the exfil portal! We need to get the -blam!- outta- -blam!-! *Crunching of bones and static* Alpha: Zulu? Zulu, come in! -blam!-! Portal’s down!” — Recording found on a small device in Texas Jedi’s bar • Cell-3 seemed to bend down for a minute, before his black metal shoulder plates began to move a bit, and his feet began to morph into clawed feet, with a more predatory look. His hands retracted, and out of his arm came another clawed hand. His chest plates transformed into small vents and scales of some sort, and green light radiated out of the vents. His head began to open up, and out extended a toothed jaw, with a black visor above it. Behind his head, a crest of some sort emerged. Finally, a tail slithered up, with a large spike at the end. He stood there, now a killing machine. He growled once, revealing razor sharp metal teeth, glistening in green light. He tapped one glowing claw on the ground beneath him. He backed up on his hind legs, and stared at the dragon of destruction in front of him. ImmaDrizzit stared at the mechanical menace with horror in his eyes, and Diana, now recovered, stood next to him, motionless, dissolving the golden dome. Robo Owl, ManofLight, and TotallyNotThor backed away from the dragon, eyeing the new mechanical monstrosity with confusion. Artemis dodged a swipe from Alphos, and she rolled over behind Cell, panting with her hand on the ground. Phoenix was the last to move away from the battle. He held in his hands orbs of fire, and he slowly backed away, with a laugh, brimming with grimness and celebration at the same time as the now predatory Cell-3 stood on all fours in front of Alphos. Alphos snarled once... “You’re pathetic, materialistic one. Alphos will help you reach death faster. Why do you resist?” Growls Alphos as he thrusts his bony ( ͡° ͜ʖ ͡°) wings up, lowering his horned and toothed head. His gaze was planted on Cell, waiting for a response... “Target Received, Initiating Termination. Offensive Procedure Confirmed, Deleting Target” Emits the robot in a deep mechanical voice, and with a high pitched and blood-curdling screech, he lunged at the dragon of despair. Green claws dug into the beast’s scales, and Alphos screeched as he countered with a swipe, only to be dodged swiftly by Cell. The robot lodged onto Alphos’ back, clinging on and swiping his claws, sending scales flying. Alphos tries to spin around to get the robotic menace off of him, only to be met with intense pain. Black Blood flew out of his back, showering Cell’s mouth. Cell continued to slash at the open wound until he was swatted off by Alphos’ tail. Cell flew to the ground, but quickly got up and without warning lunged for Alphos’ throat. He latched on, avoiding Alphos’ swipes. After Cell got a good grip, he held back his clawed hand, and he raked it across Alphos’ throat, letting out a shower of black blood in all directions. Alphos screeched in pain, and he began to take flight. Cell threw himself to the ground as Alphos began to lift himself up. The robot landed on all fours, staring at the dragon, in the air, slowly heading for a hole in the roof of the cave. A laser sight was shot out of Cell’s shoulder, and a barrel emerges next to the laser. A small dart is flung out of the barrel, aimed at the dragon. It digs into Alphos’ foot as he flies out of the cave, roaring loudly. Slowly, Cell transforms into his normal robotic form, and Howard looks at him in awe... “How.... how’d you do that?” He lets out in utter awe. “I was a predatory prototype when I was first introduced. I molded my body into something else, but I kept the predatory programming because it was so darn useful.” Replies the robot, who was turned to the team.