426 - The Battle of Safe Harbor

Safe Harbor’s fusion power plant catastrophically fails, early one morning.

Alarms wake everyone up. Otto, Mo, and Bill are out of their beds immediately.

Leo and Aria, who’ve been awake for awhile owing to Fez’s peculiar sleep schedule, nod to each other. Aria transfers Fez into her internal Nursery - a holographic world she’s built to keep her baby safe in the one place she trusts the most, herself. And they head out.

Summer, who’s been napping after a long session of design work, bolts upright in her room. She hears and understands the alarm, and moves out.


The actual fusion plant is in its own sphere attached to the ocean’s surface a good distance away. Cables run across the sea floor and connect the output of the plant to the rest of the city.

The team piles into City Ops one or two at a time. The big room is the control center for the experiments Safe Harbor has been doing in things like power distribution and manufacturing. Monitors show the status of everything, and there’s a reinforced airlock on one side that leads to a viewing room - if the monitors are down, you can still go physically look through the watery depths and see the physical power plant. If necessary, you can even walk across the sea floor to get there.

Otto wordlessly directs Big Bill to the airlock to make a visual check, while Mo gets on the monitors. He turns as Leo and Aria arrive.

“What happened?” Aria demands immediately.

“Plant failed,” Mo answers. “Why - dunno yet,” he adds, anticipating Aria’s next question.

There’s a loud, solid thunk through the walls as electrical switching happens. “System went to the backup plant. Backup’s also failing,” Mo explains.

“We have reserve power in the graphene batteries,” Aria says urgently. “Cut over to that, forget the backup plant.”

Mo makes the adjustments.

Meanwhile, Big Bill comes back from the viewing chamber. “Sphere’s there, nothin’ on fire I can see. Cables look intact. Want me to head over?”

Otto shakes his head. “Not yet. Let’s stabilize the–”

Another, very different alarm begins going off. City Ops and the Launch System are deliberately kept separate, but each one can monitor the other if necessary. And this alarm should never be happening when the Newmen are all together.

“Who the hell is activating the Launch System?!” Otto demands of the world at large.

Aria gestures to Otto and Leo. “Can you two go check it out?”

As Summer rushes in, still in PJs, Aria’s gesture includes her too. “You three. Check the Launch System. Assume a security breach.”

She turns to Leo. “You should have a Link Suit ready in–”

Leo’s already on the way to the door. “Don’t need it,” he calls back.

Aria feels a combination of pride and worry. He can’t really be okay just as he is, can he? And if he is - what has he become?

She turns her attention back to the situation she controls - the fate of her city. “Mo, call Dr. Panya. If he’s not awake, call until he is. Then stay on the console unless Otto or I call you off. Bill, go escort Panya down here. If we have a security problem, he could be in danger. I want him safe.”

There’s one thing she doesn’t say aloud, not yet. The plant could have been sabotaged by whoever just activated the Launch System. She trusts her fellow Newmen with her life, and knows they have no motive whatsoever.

That just leaves one other person who she knows could have done it - Somsak Panya, the nuclear physicist sent to them by Jeff Arbogast.


Leo is leading the way to the Launch System. Through corridors and across bridges he jogs. Otto and Summer are right behind him.

Around them, the lights are flickering. The new possibilities of the fusion power plant got everyone excited, and more and more electrically-driven stuff has been installed in the city. Lights, elevators, neon signs, whatever folks could fabricate using Mo’s new process. But the graphene system, while reliable, just can’t carry the new load.

Leo can hear Mo’s voice over the city-wide PA. “City Ops. Mo here. Shutting down non-essential systems. Problem with the power plant.”

He hears Aria take over. “Folks, something happened. We’re investigating. There’s a possible source of danger. Stay in your quarters. If you’re in a public space, return to your quarters if they’re close. Go to an emergency station otherwise. Look for the red-and-black signals.”

Several of the emergency station signals start lighting up as the trio pass.

The team had done disaster recovery drills before. Everyone knows the systems will work.

What worries everyone is why they’re necessary now.


The Launch System door is sealed shut.

“We’re too secure sometimes,” Otto jokes.

Leo isn’t smiling. “What about other ways in? Maintenance tunnels?”

Otto nods. “Yeah, we can probably finagle something. Sure does smell like sabotage now, though.”

Summer has placed a hand on the walls. She turns to the others, looking distressed. “It’s not just sabotage. Feel it? The vibration? The Launch System is open. It’s still running.”

After a moment, they can also hear the faint hum of the machinery in operation.

“They sending something out or bringing something in?” Otto asks.

“Bringing something in,” Leo says immediately, intuitively.

“Bulk Access, then,” says Summer. “Unless they’re piling stuff up on the Launch System deck, that has to be open for them to get to the rest of the city.”

The trio head down a nearby staircase, toward Bulk Access.


They hear the sounds of booted footsteps before they see the soldiers.

Leo gets to a corner, then holds up a hand for caution as his friends follow closely behind.

He holds up five fingers, makes a cross with two hands, then four fingers - about twenty guys. The others nod.

Then he charges out, which they honestly didn’t expect but really should have.

This is Leo Snow who charges, not the armored superhero Link. It’s just him, and a belt-mounted pack of knives. They don’t even have proper grips or handles. It’s like he’s got a pack of oversized razor blades that can be thrown like shuriken. And as the soldiers raise their guns, he throws them.

Some of the blades embed themselves in plexiglass helmets. Others hit gun hands.

Several soldiers open fire. Leo dodges and twists, as his combat sense guides him through the motions of survival. He crouches as though to leap, and the gunmen follow their training and try to anticipate it. Then he drops, and more knives are thrown. These hit kneecaps, or the lightly armored inner thighs.

Otto and Summer charge out, more concerned about their friend than about bullets. Otto, at least, has the sense to do what Aria will expect him to do - call it in. “City Ops! Heads up. Hostiles confirmed - repeat - hostiles coming through the Launch System!”

He hears Mo’s voice. “Kick their ass,” is all the laconic engineer says.

Otto rolls his eyes - thanks, buddy, didn’t think of that one.

Summer knows that Aria would want the confirmation of hostiles. She’s just too busy following her much deeper, more powerful instinct - don’t let anyone harm Leo Snow. She jets into the pack of soldiers, all punches and kicks and shin strikes and elbows. Soldier after soldier falls. Though unwilling to kill, she’s not going to be gentle to these assholes.

As twenty men lie unconscious on the ground outside the Launch System, the other two look back to assess Leo’s physical condition, fearing he might have taken a bullet.

To their considerable surprise, he’s untouched, and collecting his knives.

“You okay, boss?” Otto asks uncertainly.

Leo doesn’t say anything. That, Otto knows, is a big red flag.

He looks down at the watch Leo has started wearing, the one that monitors his neurochip and will signal an alarm when the berserker state is close.

Right now the watch is showing a vibrant yellow.


Summer stays behind with Leo, while Otto checks out the Launch System.

He reports back to Aria. “System’s running on accumulated plasma pressure. Looks like it’s got another four minutes before it runs outta steam. I’m gonna close the Bulk Access hatch and hang out in case any other clown decides to poke his head in here.”

He calls back to Summer. “Yo! Star child! Can you head up to Launch Control, see who’s up there if anyone?”

Summer looks worriedly back to Leo, who’s busy tying up soldiers with spare cable from the Launch System’s supplies.

Otto knows she’s conflicted. He can’t tell her it’ll be fine, or say not to worry. It won’t be fine. And he’s worried. But he has to know what’s going on up there.

Finally Summer, anguish on her face, rests a brief comforting hand on Leo’s shoulder. He doesn’t acknowledge, and she glances back to Otto with a combination of worry - he’s not okay - and resentment - why are you pulling me away from him? - on her face. But she heads for Launch Control.

Otto spares a glance at Leo as well. Then he pulls the lever, and the Bulk Access door slides closed, cutting the two men off from each other.

Otto sighs, and heads toward his personal launch bay, where his car-sized shell awaits. If these dickheads are gonna invade his city, he wants to give them a right proper welcome.


Summer enters the room overlooking the Launch Facility. She finds Minato on the ground, with a pool of blood next to her.

“Oh god–”

A quick check tells her Minato is alive, but probably concussed. She’s bleeding from a hit to the head. She’s got all this extra squiddy mass up there, which Summer thinks probably cushioned her from the worst of the impact, and which is responsible for the bleeding.

She applies a bandage from the first aid kit as best she can, then unlocks the sealed door to the control room.

Back on comms, she reports what she found.

“Shut down the Launch System,” Aria directs. “I’ll try to get some medics up there.”

Summer tries, and finds that the control circuits from the board have been physically ripped out. Whoever activated the Launch System wanted it to stay on.

“Negative on shutdown,” she reports. “Otto’s downstairs waiting for anyone else to come through.”

She hears Aria’s hesitation. The stress on her is slowly building up, Summer knows.

“Okay. Fine. Launch System is Otto’s business, I’m not giving you any more orders about it. But don’t leave Minato alone.”

Summer asks what she’s most worried about.

“Is Leo gonna be okay out there?”

She hears Aria’s worry now, very clearly. “He’s gonna go red soon. Unfortunately, I think right now, that’s exactly where we need him.”

“Can we bring him back from it?” Summer asks, nervously.

“We will. We all will,” Aria promises.

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Back at City Ops, Aria is receiving more and more bad news. It wasn’t just a squad of 20 soldiers. If anything, those are the stragglers. There might be ten times that many, already fanning out through the city.

Personal quarters and the emergency shelters all have doors which can be sealed shut from the inside. The system is mainly there to keep the entire city from flooding in the event of a catastrophic breach. There’s an emergency override in case somebody gets trapped inside a room, but it requires two people to operate a mechanism - one on site, one from City Ops. So holding this chamber is absolutely necessary.

Aria also has cameras positioned around the public spaces of the city. She’s got a rule - if a camera points at the area you’re in, there are clearly painted boundaries showing the camera’s field of view. Outside of that, you have the right of privacy. It also means she can’t be sure where the attackers are, nor whether there are citizens who haven’t made it into a shelter yet.

She sends out a tense broadcast. “Citizens, seal your doors please. Hostiles are spreading throughout the city.”

Now she has another choice to make. Stay here and remain in command of the city - or go out there and make sure her husband is protected, and that others are protected from him should he go too far into his feral fighting state.

She remembers what Summer told her. Leaders can delegate. She should do what only she can do.

She heads to the door, and turns to Mo. “If this room falls, the city falls.”

The steely determination of his gaze tells her he understands. “It won’t,” is all he says. But from Mo, Aria knows this is a sacred vow.


Bill has reached Somsak Panya’s quarters, and found the man has already sealed himself inside. He knocks urgently, and yells through the door. “Dr. Panya? Bill Newman. The power plant failed. Miss Aria sent me to bring you down to City Ops. She’s sure hopin’ you can help out.”

After a moment, the door opens. Dr. Panya is inside, holding a revolver at the ready. When he sees Bill, he visibly relaxes and lowers the gun. “I understand. I am ready.”

Dr. Panya’s quarters aren’t in the same sphere as City Ops. Big Bill will need to lead him through one of the few tunnels that connect spheres to each other. Getting there won’t be hard - Bill warns the doctor what to expect, then scoops him into his arms and simply launches himself through the air. He leaps and drops, bounding over barriers and descending levels in seconds.

He reaches the tunnel and halts immediately. Soldiers are coming. While Bill isn’t worried about himself, he is worried about Dr. Panya.

The soldiers raise their rifles as Bill charges in. Too late, he notices a peculiar purple glow emanating from the weapons. They open fire when he’s still ten feet away.

The rounds surge with energy as they strike him. Rather than bouncing off, they… wound him. The ammunition cuts through his carbon-allotropic skin. Some penetrate into his arms, raised instinctively over his face. It hurts - really hurts - and Bill stumbles. But he makes it to the squad, and begins fighting.

Now in melee, the soldiers can’t fire at him without risking hitting each other. They can grab and grapple. Bill is physically lighter, but far stronger. He throws soldiers this way and that, slamming them against the floor or ceiling, or into the walls. A few retreat. As Bill disposes of their comrades, they open fire again. But he’s wise to the dangers of their weapons, and he makes jet-assisted dodges that send him beyond their firing arc.

Another abrupt charge, more violence, and the remaining soldiers are down.

Big Bill falls to his knees. He’s losing significant amount of fluids - the coolant that keeps his systems operational, the plasma that animates his limbs - and he’s feeling woozy.

He finds himself slumped over on the ground, staring sideways down the tunnel. Behind him, he feels the grip of someone or something, picking him up.

An instinct for helping makes him speak up, even if it happens to be an enemy. “Be careful,” he slurs. “Plasma’s… still charged… my blood… it’ll hurt you…”

He hears Dr. Panya’s voice, and sees the man’s smiling face. He’s hauling Big Bill up over one shoulder. The other hand has picked up an automatic rifle, with a magazine full of this strangely effective anti-robot ammunition. “Don’t worry, my friend. I know about plasma. Now let us see about your Miss Aria.”

That’s the last thing Bill hears before falling unconscious.

John Black aka SNOWMAN was attacked with a similar type of ammunition in “418 - The Golden Dragon” – Ed.


Another squad of soldiers warps through the Hula Hoop. Otto, in car form, is waiting off to the side. As they finish coming through and form up to make their next move, he roars to life and plows through their assembled ranks.

Another minute passes, and the Hula Hoop loses plasma pressure.

“Bill hasn’t checked in,” Mo advises him via radio. “Last contact was Hypatia Sphere, tunnel C1. Check it out when you can.”

Otto looks up and up, toward the distant control room that oversees the Launch System. He honks his horn, and sees Summer wave back in acknowledgement.

“Fuckers gonna pay for what they did to my city,” he growls to himself.

He wastes no time activating the Bulk Access doors. Just for a moment, he wonders - hopes - if he’ll see Leo still on the other side. No such luck. It’s just a bunch of tied-up soldiers.

He remembers that some of them were bleeding when Leo was finished with them. And for a moment, he worries.

Then he sees the bandages around each site of injury. There’s blood on the floor of the corridor, but it isn’t fresh and isn’t spreading.

He transforms into his car mode again, and drives past the bound and unconscious soldiers.


A pair of Atlantean medics arrive to take charge of Minato. Summer yanks the power circuit out of the Launch Control console, tells them to seal the doors behind her, and heads back out into the city.

She finds people in the corridors and hallways, all moving this way or that. Most of them were performing late-night maintenance on the Launch System and associated systems, and now are retreating to shelters.

She takes charge of a large group of such technicians, a mixture of human refugees and Atlantean Blood. “I’ll go ahead in case there’s trouble,” she explains. “Please watch out behind us, in case someone tries to sneak up on the group.”

Sure enough, when they reach one of the interconnecting tunnels, there’s a squad of soldiers.

Summer tears holes in her PJs wide enough for her to launch her drones from their access ports. “Everyone behind me,” she shouts, and deploys drones.

The shouting attracts the attention of the soldiers. They turn, aim, and fire. Bullets bounce off of Summer’s drones. Curiously, they glow purple when they strike.

That’s unusual, Summer thinks at first. But then - she remembers the metamaterial railguns wielded by the Atlantean soldiers last year.

This happened in “232 - Hidden Depths” – Ed.

Could this be something else like that? Something specially designed to take out her and her friends? It would make sense that invaders would prepare for their likely targets. She’ll have to sort it out after she beats these guys.

She charges in, keeping her shields up. The soldiers try to spread out, denying her melee engagement, but her jets and mobility more than make up for it.

The fight is exhausting, given that she must also keep a bunch of civilians shielded from every possible stray bullet. And every moment she spends here is a moment she can’t ensure the safety of someone else, somewhere else. Are soldiers even now rounding up people to use as hostages - or just executing them?

The medics made it through to get to Minato. But they might not have, Summer belatedly realizes. Has Aria dispatched anyone else anywhere?

Too much thinking. Need more fighting.


Aria finds Leo in the open area of Curie Sphere. He’s fighting a whole platoon of soldiers. He’s all alone. And they are all armed.

Normally she’d rush in and join him. But there’s something about how he moves that grabs her attention.

It’s poetic. It’s balletic. It’s perfect.

The soldiers will aim, but Leo will duck and dodge and weave, and suddenly they’ll be firing at one of their own comrades. They’ll try to spread out, get him solidly on one side to avoid crossfire, only he’ll rush them and be back in melee.

All the while, he’s throwing knives. Aria had watched him craft them on an old mill in Australia. She worried he’d cut himself. She’d seen him practice against bottles and stationary wooden targets. She’d never imagined seeing him use them this way.

And he never, ever misses.

His core muscles - his arms - his legs - everything is moving in concert.

She glances down at the device on her wrist, the one that relays Leo’s mental state to her, and gives her some control over it. It’s solid red.

He’s lost to the - well, she once wanted to say berserker rage.

But as he flips over one soldier, and takes out another with a thrown knive, he sees her. And as part of that dance, as part of his performance of violence, he extends an open hand. Just for a moment, then he’s back to it.

She knows. He can see me. He knows me.

It’s not rage. It’s not - it’s not anything, except a martial art being performed. But by the gods, it is art!

She rushes forward, uncertain of how to join him in the dance, but certain that she must.

Summer has finished fighting off the soldiers holding the tunnel. She understands the intent immediately. These guys were meant to cut the spheres off from each other, to wait for the Newmen to arrive and then shoot them with the special ammo.

She has to call this in.

“Summer to City Ops. Notify all Newmen, urgent. Opposing force is armed with anti-robot ammunition. Look for a purple glow. Do not engage without a plan - they will shoot you full of holes.”


In City Ops, Mo hears a beating from the other side of the door.

“Identify!” he calls out.

“Dr. Panya. Your friend is badly injured.”

He sort of recognizes the voice. He doesn’t hear anyone else.

Right now he curses the lack of video cameras, pass-codes, or other ways of verifying things outside. For all their caution, the Newmen have taken their own invulnerability more or less for granted.

He heard Summer’s broadcast. He has direct experience with such weapons - he rescued Otto from being shot up by them, last year.

He’s pretty sure that if they all die, Aria will haunt him for his failure.

He presses himself against the wall, opens the door, and glances out. It’s only a momentary glimpse of the corridor before he yanks his head back. It’s Dr. Panya, carrying a rifle, along with Big Bill.

Mo has independently figured out who’s on the shortlist for saboteurs of a nuclear power plant. Dr. Panya is top of the list. Now the man’s got a weapon that could have done the damage to Big Bill.

Time to test out who he can trust.

“Throw the gun inside,” he orders.

Immediately the rifle is tossed through the doorway, and clatters to a stop on the ground.

“Okay. Come in.”

Dr. Panya lugs Big Bill inside, and Mo closes and seals the door behind them.

“Stay put,” he directs the physicist, and carefully moves to retrieve the rifle, keeping him in sight the whole time.

Panya’s ever-present smile is beginning to annoy him. “What happened?”

“Your friend defended me from soldiers, to his detriment,” Panya says. “I took one of their weapons. Perhaps you can learn more about it. I do not know about your physiology. Perhaps he is still alive in there somewhere, though I don’t discern anything like a life sign. I brought him in hope you could help him.”

Mo takes a quick look at Bill, making sure to keep the other man in his line of sight at all times. The shell is pretty well shot up, but the most important elements - the brain enclosure and the power distribution system - are intact. Bill’s probably unconscious, but he’s alive.

He looks back at Panya, considering his options.

The one guy we need to solve this problem and I can’t trust him worth a damn. This could still be a ploy.

He’s gotta call this in.

“Aria, Mo here. Bill’s shot up. Panya’s in City Ops. Please advise.”


Aria wants to join her husband.

Then Summer’s broadcast changes everything.

She’s carrying Fez with her. She can’t risk her child’s life.

Does Mo understand the risk Dr. Panya poses? He must - he must!

She looks at Leo one last time, as he’s smashing his way through a dwindling platoon of soldiers.

He has to be okay. I have to trust him.

She looks down at her hands, and balls them up into fists, and tries not to cry. Right now, she feels utterly helpless to protect her own city.

Do the thing only you can do.

The one thing only she can do, the one thing she must do, is keep Fez safe.

Where can she best do that, and contribute?

City Ops.

She launches herself into the air, thrusters flaring, and flies for her life, even before Mo’s summons reaches her.


Otto is roaring through the deserted streets of Safe Harbor, up ramps and through access tunnels.

He’s trying to figure out a solution to a complex problem. They can knock the soldiers down. Then what?

The city doesn’t have jails. There’s nowhere to put this many dudes, except in one of the spheres, then cut it off from everything else.

But then what?

And now these dudes have anti-robot rifles? Really?

He stopped by the Fab Lab to pick up extra drones for Summer and a couple of extra robot shells. It sounds like Bill’s going to need a replacement.

All he needs to do is make it to City Ops safely.


For Leo Snow, everything is fine. Good, actually.

There’s still body parts to go after. There’s still tissue to traumatize. There’s joints to break. Bullets to dodge. Quite a lot going on, really.

But he’s not worried.

He’s not really thinking of any of it. He’s not thinking at all.

Right now, Leo Snow is the Phoenix. He is instinct. He is vibes.

The proper motions flow into his mind and out through his muscles. He is the stream, the brook, the river.

Right here, at the heart of himself, he’s safe and he’s happy. They can’t get to him. They can’t hurt him. Oh no, not here.

Aria came by briefly to visit, and he invited her to join. But she’s busy.

He doesn’t think of it. It’s natural to invite, and it’s natural to decline.

No matter which way the river flows, it will keep on flowing.


Summer has led her group of citizens to an emergency shelter.

“Seal yourselves in,” she directs them. “We’ll announce once things are clear.”

There’s a chorus of grateful thank-yous, and a crowd of smiling faces, and a babble of frightened questions, before the door shuts and she’s on her own again.

Right now her butterflies may be the only thing keeping her safe. The other Newmen don’t have this defense. What can she do about that?

Go find more soldiers to fight.

Where have they been accumulating? The connecting tunnels between spheres.

Good. She can check those out.

As power is rerouted to essential systems like life support and away from things like lights and signs, the city grows darker and darker.


Aria has the rifle. It’s leveled directly at Dr. Panya.

“I need you to tell us what happened with the reactor. And I need you to understand that you’re our prime suspect for sabotaging it.”

“A very rational perspective, Mrs. Newman,” Panya agrees, with that perpetual smile of his. He’s looking over readings from the power plant.

After a brief inspection, he announces his findings. “Pressure from the sea water used in the first-stage heavy water breeder is not being properly managed. This is a flaw that could have been introduced at any time during the construction process, and activated remotely later. It speaks of a decent working knowledge of fusion plant engineering principles.”

“How do we fix it?” Aria asks impatiently.

“It is not to be ‘fixed’, unfortunately,” Dr. Panya admits. “If the plant has been contaminated with sea water, the fail-safes should have activated and the whole plant should have isolated itself. You see, here, as the neutron flow spikes, and then…”

He points at one of the graphs on the monitors.

“This avoids polluting the ocean with deuterium and tritium. However it means the current core of the plant must be decontaminated and a new core constructed. The decontamination is not a simple thing. It requires expertise in more disciplines than I have. There are international bodies dedicated to this work. I feel that they would help you, even with your provisions about security and anonymity.”

He turns back to look at Aria, who’s still holding a gun on him. “The Earth is too precious to let such things endanger it. At the same time, we human beings must live in our way, and grow into our potential.”

She lowers the gun, only slightly. “Someone really fucked us, huh?”

The physicist nods. “Someone really fucked you. However, we can work together to ensure this does not happen again.”

There’s another banging at the door. “Otto here!” comes a familiar voice. “Spare shells for Bill and anyone else who wants fancy dress.”

Aria, without letting Panya out of her sight, triggers the door. Otto enters, lugging a couple of recently fabricated robot shells and other kit. He gets to work plugging Bill into one of them and beginning a transfer of consciousness.

Mo is still working on managing the city’s emergency response. “Head count’s in from the shelters and private quarters,” he reports. “98% of citizens self-report they’re safe behind a locked door.”

Aria lets out a long, pent-up sigh of relief. “Thank god. Where are we on the other 2%?”

“Medical teams and their patients,” Mo says. “Soldiers tagged a couple folks. No fatalities.”

“And Minato?” Aria asks, with renewed urgency. If Dr. Panya isn’t their saboteur - a possibility she’s warming up to - then perhaps Minato knows who activated the Launch System and hit her over the head.

“I’ll keep ya informed,” Mo says, and goes back to work.

“What about Summer?”

“According to last report, taggin’ soldiers back.” Mo flashes a brief feral grin.

Aria nods. “Punch up the locations of those medical teams. Feed it to Summer.”

Otto looks up from his work on Bill. “Hey, what about Leo?”

Aria doesn’t answer. She simply raises her wrist, and shows him the solid red indicator. He’s still fighting, still on instinct. But the device would show another color if he fell.

Otto whistles. “Jesus. Dude’s a fuckin whirlwind.”

He pulls some plugs out, and smacks the spare robot shell in the face a couple times. “Hey. Big Bill. Wake up, bro.”

The new shell opens its eyes, and the others can see their friend’s personality emerge through the pecularities of eye and mouth movement. “Wow. Them fellas really did a number on me,” he comments wryly.

He looks around, and sees Dr. Panya. “Hey, Doc. Glad ya made it safely.”

“He brought you here,” Aria says. “Can you confirm it was soldiers that shot you?”

“Yes ma’am. Sorry, ma’am.”

Aria kneels down beside Big Bill and pats his shoulder with a smile. “You did everything you needed to. Now let’s figure out how to retake our city.”

Just in time to dash any hopes the group had, a new alarm sounds.

Dr. Panya looks from face to face. “I do not recognize this one…?”

Mo answers by stabbing down the general PA broadcast. “Safe Harbor - everyone - collision alarm. Brace for impact. Repeat - brace for impact!”

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General Kovačević’s current headquarters is woefully inadequate. The loss of the Winter Cradle due to the actions of Alycia Chin and her team cost him considerable prestige. If he is to regain it and resume his ascent, this mission - as underfunded as it is - must succeed. He must prove he can do grand things with limited means before he will be entrusted with more.

MIA battled the General at the Winter Cradle in “413 - City of Clones” – Ed.

“Status report,” he orders to the man across the room, who is currently working from a computer with multiple screens attached.

“All strike teams went through the portal as ordered,” the subordinate, one Aleksei Sidorov, reports immediately. “Their coordinates were then established, and the creature has been dispatched to attack the facility.”

The General is thoroughly familiar with the plan. But even now, he has doubts about the man chosen to execute its most crucial part. “My Antibody has assured me that their city can float to the surface in an emergency, based on statements they made themselves. Your pet must provoke that emergency condition. The Russian Navy will not appreciate being kept waiting for nothing.”

Doctor Sidorov bobs his head. “It will be done, General. I crave revenge against those people, and I will not fail in claiming it.”

The team dealt with Sidorov’s former creations in “401 - Super-pirates on the High Seas!” – Ed.


The whole sphere shudders as something titanic strikes it.

The Newmen are thrown across the room, and land on their sides or backs. There’s no possibility of personal injury, of course - but Doctor Panya is here too.

“Stay flat,” Aria orders him. “Hold onto something if you can.”

“Yes ma’am,” the physicist replies quickly, once he’s recovered his wits.

Aria points at Mo. “Show me what the fuck just hit us.”

Mo has managed to get back to the console. He punches up some of the external camera feeds. He, along with Big Bill and Otto, look at the screen in startled recognition.

“That’s uh - what’s his name,” Otto says quickly. “Titalion! The big monster that went after south of France.”

The team encountered Titalion in “406 - The Beast That Blocks Out the Sun!” – Ed.

Aria’s question cuts through the mutual recollection. “You guys have a plan for dealing with it?”

Otto turns around slowly. “Uh. No? A whole team of supers drove it back into the ocean–”

The sphere rocks with another solid collision.

“–Where we are!” Aria practically shouts from her new place on the hard deck of City Ops.

Otto can take a hint. “Okay. Big Bill, let’s suit up and go play with our boy, see if we can lead him away from the city.”

“Ain’t the Hula Hoop outta plasma pressure?” Big Bill asks. “How are we gonna deploy vehicles without it?”

Shit, Otto tells himself.


Leo has finished with the last crop of soldiers. Now he prowls the city in search of more targets.

The first impact can’t be said to catch him by surprise. His reaction is that of any animal who’s constantly expecting danger - to land in a crouch after being flung through the air, to assess, to flee a more powerful enemy.

This danger, whatever it was, comes from outside. It isn’t a matter for him. He continues stalking.


Summer has been flying, and so is physically unaffected by the impacts. Emotionally, she’s very concerned.

“City Ops - Summer here,” she calls in. “What’s going on?”

“Titalion’s back,” Otto informs her. “We need a way to get outta the city and engage with it. We don’t have plasma pressure in the Hula Hoop.”

Her new Chariot is still under construction, but there’s one other thing she built–

“I yanked the activation circuit out, but that’s fixable. But listen. There’s reserve plasma for the Apollo System. It’s only good for a few seconds, but you can use that!”


The strike teams who have been found and fought are recovering, slowly. The Newmen who beat them have moved on.

The strike teams who haven’t been found are working their way through the spheres, looking for their goal. They came in via the Launch System. Now they’re looking for City Ops.

Some of them have talked about using their cutting tools and other equipment to break into the sealed emergency shelters or personal quarters, and start taking hostages. After the first impact from Titalion, those discussions ceased.

Sergei Ivanovich Tarasenko, the overall strike leader, ordered teams to focus and converge on their real objective. “Do not waste what we brought,” he counsels in harsh Russian over the radio. “We cannot re-equip.”

The lead team arrives at the sealed entrance to City Ops around the time Otto is leading the way out. The soldiers raise their weapons. Otto’s eyes widen, and he pushes his fellows back inside, and retreats. The door seals shut just as the bullets start flying.

“Get that door open!” Tarasenko orders. “Soldiers, keep the door covered. Cutters, get to work.”

Inside, Otto yells over the radio. “Summer! Get Leo and yourself over here. City Ops is under siege.”

“You guys could get out–” Summer begins.

“I don’t care about how to get out,” Aria announces, cutting her off. “I care about them not getting in. And right now you and Leo are the most effective fighters we have against them.”

“Okay. I’m on my way - and I’ll try to find Leo. Do you know where he is?”

“Lovelace Sphere, public area, level 5. He’s fighting.”


Summer finds Leo crouched down, looking at the soldiers around him the way a lion might regard fallen gazelles. He’s lost his shirt, and he’s got a few scrapes and cuts that look like near misses from firearms.

When Summer alights on the deck, he looks up, with eyes that make her feel uncomfortable. He doesn’t feel like he’s a danger to her specifically, just that he’s generally dangerous.

He’s weirdly attractive to her right now as well. She pushes this uncomfortable feeling away immediately - there’s a city to rescue, and her personal problems don’t matter right now.

How does Aria calm him down from this?

The one thing she knows is an appeal to her sister’s safety.

“Aria is in danger,” she says quietly, watching him but not staring, just in case it provokes him. “I want to take you to where she is, so you can save her from danger. Okay? Will you let me take you to Aria?”

He stands up, tilts his head to the left and to the right to pop his neck bones, and flexes his hands to pop the knuckles. But he seems ready.

“I’m going to pick you up and carry you,” she says in that same soft tone of voice. “Please lift your arms so I can hold onto you.”

He obeys, and she lets out a brief sigh of relief mixed with melancholy.

I wish I had someone feel this way for me.


Titalion is spreading his fury between the city’s spheres. Right now the creature is working on another one. But he’ll inevitably return here.

The door to City Ops is built out of the same carbon allotropes that Leo used in his other tech. It’s armored and invulnerable to mundane measures. It’s built to withstand submergence in the deepest depths of the ocean, with its oppressive and murderous water pressure. The cutting tools, however, exhibit the same purple glow as the soldiers’ ammunition, and it’s able to cut through.

Not quickly. The soldiers are a third of the way through cutting open the door to City Ops when Summer and Leo arrive.

Summer leads off. Her butterflies aren’t at full power, but they have enough to hold off the first round of assault rifle fire. The soldiers fire in disciplined fashion, with short bursts aimed for vital points. Too late, they realize their special ammo isn’t penetrating the screens the way it worked on the robot bodies they’ve faced.

Leo launches his attack at the soldiers who emptied their clips. He throws his knives, striking helmets and hands as before. Some of the soldiers try to shield themselves; others drop their guns. But his blades always aim at the most vulnerable points, and they never miss.

“Alternate fire! Aim at the male!” Tarasenko shouts at his men.

Summer can’t understand the Russian, but she understands the situation. She adjusts her drones, moving them to keep Leo’s flank and rear covered. Free to focus on just what’s ahead of him, Leo is like a hunting animal with its prey cornered. Punches and kicks alternate with knives. He’ll knock a rifle to the side just as it begins firing, and the shooter will find himself aiming at a comrade. He’ll throw a knife at a booted foot, then launch a kick at the soldier’s head as he comes to his knees to try and free it. The remaining troopers keep trying to anticipate what a man would do, and fail to account for the beast.

Tarasenko quickly recognizes the tactical situation. “Reposition!” he shouts. “Shoot the woman! Encircle her!”

The soldiers try to move into position as ordered. By this point, reinforcements are also approaching.

Summer flies upwards, drops downwards, and lands with her back against the door. During her brief time in the air, there’s a torrent of automatic fire, and some of her shields begin to fail. She pushes the cutting team away and raises a full-coverage barrier between herself and the soldiers.

She can’t last forever. But there is still something she can do. There’s one guy who keeps shouting stuff. He’s got to be in charge.

She tries a new trick - remote operating her drones. With her normal body holding still behind the force wall she erected, she casts her perceptions into one of the drones.

The drone’s force field projection takes on an image of Radiance, with sufficient solidity to interact with people. She confronts Tarasenko. He raises a handgun and fires at her head, but the projection collapses away and the bullets fly through empty air. She materializes and he fires again, emptying the clip. Again she dematerializes, but not before a few rounds strike the shield.

The butterfly has enough juice to do what she needs. She grabs hold of the pistol and wrenches it out of his hands. And then–

“Leo!” she shouts. “This is the man trying to hurt Aria!”

Leo’s head snaps to the left like an eagle spotting a rabbit running across snow. He leaps over the fallen bodies of the men he’s defeated. Tarasenko, recognizing the danger and without his gun, goes for a knife at his belt.

Leo grabs hold of the wrist as Tarasenko tries to stab him underhand. He ducks and twists, pulling the arm behind the lead soldier’s back. He wrenches the wrist, and the pain causes the man to release the knife. It falls into Leo’s waiting hand - another step of the dance - and he raises it immediately to the man’s bare throat.

Summer feels the need to call out - shout something - stop him, before he does something that can’t be undone. But the knife stops when a thin line of blood appears on the edge of the blade. It’s pressed against the skin - but it isn’t moving any further.

Something that could easily change if Titalion collides with this sphere, Summer realizes.

“Order them to surrender!” she shouts at Tarasenko.

“Сложите оружие и сдавайтесь!” the man shouts.

They hesitate, and Summer agonizes. But one by one the soldiers begin to lay their arms down.

A few of the men don’t, however. One shouts “смерть перед неудачей!” and raises his gun, aiming at Tarasenko’s head. Summer lets go of her control over the butterfly drone and expands its barrier to full coverage. Bullets bounce off the screen, inches away from a fateful encounter with the commander’s head.

I wish Jean Mana had been teaching us Russian, Summer tells herself. We could know what they were saying.

Jean Mana was introduced in “410 - The Fires of Conflict” – Ed.

The two sides stand at an impasse in the corridor leading to City Ops. In the next few moments, anything could happen.

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Furiously, Summer reviews what she knows.

These guys came through the Launch System. They have guns that can kill robots. They have a commander, currently being held at knifepoint by Leo. There’s more of them - a lot more. They speak Russian–

“Running low on drone juice,” she reports nervously through the door, as one of her internal indicators lights up. “Sis, I hope you got a plan.”

“I brought spare drones from the Fab Lab,” Otto says. “If you got the door covered, I can open it and send 'em out to you. Least we got some kinda home court advantage here.”

The words galvanize Summer.

Home court advantage.

The Launch System has shut off.

These guys aren’t getting resupplied.

She pushes her screens out, just a little, so that some of the equipment on the ground at her feet is within their protection.

“Open the door, Otto,” she orders.

From the other side, Otto obeys. The drones slide out. She takes mental control over them, and they spring to life, taking the place of their low-powered fellows.

But before Otto can close the door, she kicks the door-cutting equipment at her feet through the opening, into City Ops.

“Okay. Close it,” she says. The door shuts.

She turns her attention back to the Russian commander. “You’ll run out of ammo before we run out of power. Every piece of equipment we take from you is your failure. And when your clips are dry, we will still have our rage. Tell your men.”

The Russian man, still held by Leo on the edge of death, can’t exactly turn his head to look at her. But his eyes look at her. And she thinks she reads both fear and recognition there.

He addresses his men in Russian. Even the reinforcements who have arrived on the scene, even the men who so recently tried to murder him. Some lower their weapons, or look at each other in confusion and despair. Some boil with anger or frustration. But nobody does any more shooting.

His eyes return to Summer. “What do you propose?” he asks, in heavily accented English.

“I’m not who you want to talk to,” Summer says. She’s bought the city a moment of opportunity. But it’s her sister who should speak.

The door opens again to reveal Aria. She steps out beside Summer, and for a moment she flashes a grateful, warm smile. Then she turns back to Tarasenko, all business.

“The man holding a knife to your neck is my husband, Leo. My name is Aria. This is my city. You came prepared to kill. I come prepared to spare you, in return for your cooperation. Disarm and confine yourselves for the duration of the emergency. After that, we will speak again.”

Tarasenko gets a strange, sly smile on his face. “We will cooperate,” he says after a few moments. “Perhaps some men will not obey my order to do so. You may do with them as you will.”

Aria turns to Summer. “We have to fight back against Titalion. Escort Otto and the others to the Launch System and enact your plan.”

“Not really a plan, but…” Otto begins to explain, and he falls silent when Aria’s fiery eyes turn to look at him.

Aria looks next to her husband. “Leo. You kept me safe. Now I need you to guard me inside this room. Will you come with me?”

Leo doesn’t acknowledge anything, not even a glance in Aria’s direction. But the knife comes away from Tarasenko’s throat. He simply walks, straight for Summer’s barrier and the open door. Summer shuts it off, mindful of the soldiers nearby and the danger they might still pose. But none of the men who have faced his fury so far seem interested in provoking Leo Newman any further. He makes it inside City Ops without incident.

Aria next addresses Tarasenko. “You think that the monster outside will somehow turn this to your advantage. We shall see. In the meantime, let us gauge your sincerity.”

She hands him a headset, one of the spares hanging on the wall in City Ops. “If you speak through this, your men will hear you via city broadcast. You will order them into the public areas - the ones marked by the green borders and camera icons. We will take a head count via the cameras.”

She pauses. “Tell me your name.”

“Sergei Tarasenko,” the commander replies. A slight smile plays over his lips. “Your pose of mercy is interesting. I see you, woman. You are hard and cold like the Russian winter.”

Aria meets his eyes without hesitation. “Any further harm to my city or its people and you will pray for the mercy of a Russian winter. Now give the order.”


Summer’s got screens out, just in case there’s another ambush by more soldiers.

Within the boundaries of her screen, the four Newmen are flying.

They traverse the tunnels, the ones they’ve been through before. Now they see them completely empty. The citizens have sealed themselves away. The medical teams have taken charge of the injured.

As they fly, they hear Tarasenko’s order over the broadcast. They can’t understand it. But they do know Aria can and will do something suitably Medieval to the man if he fails to comply. It’s kind of scary to think about, so they focus on their mission.

“How do you think they got Titalion down here?” Otto asks. “It feels way too well timed to be coincidental.”

“We talked about a neurochip to analyze the creature,” Summer speculates, with a glance at Mo. “Maybe someone else has got some kinda similar gimmick?”

“Could be a scent trail, sort of a, uh, blood in the water to attract sharks sort of business?” Big Bill suggests.

“We’ll see,” is Mo’s contribution.

They reach Bulk Access and open the door.

It’s Otto’s thing now, and he gives the orders. “Summer. Go fix whatever you broke in the control room. Bill, Mo, prep for plasma transfer. I’m gonna start the safety checklist for launch.”

The four Newmen scatter to their assigned tasks.


Back in City Ops, Aria is manning the console. Dr. Panya is sitting idly. His expertise is not currently needed, but will be very shortly.

Tarasenko is watching the proceedings carefully. He is also watching Leo, who is leaning up against one wall, shirtless, apparently idle. Nobody doubts that should Tarasenko make a move, Leo will reply with his own.

The rifle Dr. Panya brought in here has been thoroughly broken. The ammo is the part the Newmen wish to understand, and Aria has pocketed that herself.

Aria spares a look at her husband from time to time that is equal parts appreciative, loving, and worried. She tended to his most obvious wounds when he came in. But he’s still shirtless and rugged and he’s fought like a tiger on her behalf, and–

She reminds herself of the city that needs her, and the living child within her.

Titalion has already delivered a beating to other spheres. Some of them have actually broken free of their moorings. The safety features the Newmen built in are already coming into play - the spheres are slowly rising to the surface of the ocean due to natural buoyancy.

We’ll need to find a place to relocate, Aria tells herself. Damn. This site was so good, too.

She lacks the thorough strategic training of a Jason Quill or an Alycia Chin. But Pneuma inherited Leo’s memories of his father’s “homeschooling”, and months of intensive instruction in tactics and strategy. She can anticipate and prepare. Nobody appreciates Rossum for what he did to Leo. But perhaps the knowledge he imparted can be put to good use here.

Tarasenko was sent here through the Launch System. How was he to be retrieved?

This kaiju, Titalion, is attacking. It must have been lured or directed here.

To what end?

She glances over at the Russian man. He’s still considering his tactics, even now. She can see his eyes flicker from person to person. He hasn’t given up. He’s biding his time.

Maybe it’s time to play her biggest card.

It’s never, ever been tested. People can and will get hurt. But Titalion is already crashing into the city. Dr. Panya’s no better off here than anyone in their quarters, and he’s still doing okay.

No - not yet. Let Otto and his team do what they can.

A radio call comes through, and Aria takes it. It’s from the two medics who were sent to the Launch System.

“Minato woke up. She identified Jean Mana as the man who attacked her.”

Aria looks back at Tarasenko, who betrays nothing after hearing the broadcast.

Fine.

If it had to be anyone, Aria’s at least grateful it wasn’t Panya. They’re still going to need him.

“City Ops acknowledges. Look after her and stay safe. Things are going to get bumpier.”

“Acknowledged.”

The call ends, and Aria clutches at the console to steady herself.


Summer is ready in the control room. “I don’t have the Chariot, so I’m useless out there, but I can operate the Launch System.”

Otto snorts. “Sunshine girl, you’re never useless. Keep doing your thing here. Aria will need you sooner than she knows.”

Big Bill calls out from the Hula Hoop. “Plasma pressure’s peaking. We’ve got to use it soon though, the backpressure from Apollo will only hold it in the ring for a short amount of time.”

Mo concurs with a wordless grunt.

Otto has completed an expedited safety checklist. The teleportation system is online and ready for use and shouldn’t send them to Saturn or something. They’re going to teleport just above the ocean surface, then drop down and engage Titalion, rather than flood the Launch System with high-pressure seawater. Even so, he’s worried.

The three robots load themselves into their powerful vehicle forms, and prepare to be fired.

Summer operates the controls. “Okay. Sequence is Big Bill - Mo - Otto. Window is four seconds. Countdown commencing.”

“10… 9… 8…”

Big Bill’s jet engines are warmed up. Ahead of him, the mighty Hula Hoop is spinning on its mounts, and it’s swiveling to face him.

“This is a rescue mission, like always, boys,” Otto announces.

“7…6… 5…”

Mo juices his systems. Everything’s been reloaded - all his consumables are there, and his graphene batteries are at full charge. He can feel the vibration of the system through the deck beneath his wheels.

“We’re doing this like we always do it.”

“4… 3…”

“Just the best we fuckin’ can.”

“2… 1…”

The Hula Hoop is spinning at maximum speed. The portal blossoms into life.

“Launch!” shouts Summer, and pounds on the button.

Big Bill is shot through, activating his jets as he does. The Hula Hoop is already rotating to face Mo’s hangar.

Mo launches. The night sky beyond comes at him, leaving Safe Harbor behind.

The Hula Hoop shivers in place, as it continues its rotation toward Otto.

Otto’s car mode is propelled at tremendous speed through the last gasp of the portal. Then the Hula Hoop begins decelerating.

“City Ops from Summer,” the woman reports from the control room. “Launch successful.”

Otto’s voice comes over the radio immediately after. “Holy shit - they got the whole Russian Navy up here waitin’ for us!”

The trio can see all kinds of ships. Otto doesn’t know from military vessels, but has heard terms like “battleship”, “destroyer”, “cruiser”, and so on. He’s pretty sure he’d recognize an aircraft carrier, but doesn’t actually see one. Everything else though?

Each of the ships has Cyrillic lettering. Each of the ships is flying the Russian flag.

The three Newmen boys, like Aria and Summer, like Leo, have largely diverged into their own people. Otto’s casual cool is threatened by a heavy responsibility toward people he’ll never know. Mo sinks his feelings into his projects, opening up only when he must. Bill resists the emotional cost of the rescue work with a self-effacing charm and folksy demeanor. Aria has grown into a queen who longs to be a princess again. Summer’s loneliness and self-doubt can’t hide behind her cheerfulness.

And Leo… God. What has happened to that guy?

Right now, Otto has to tangle with a creature that gave that prick Charles the Hammer and his team more trouble than they could handle.

Hoping against hope, Otto broadcasts a Heart Gauge ping.

65%.

Hah. As if…

75%.

…it would have worked anyway…

85%.

89%.

Can we…?

94%.

99%.

Oh god, Come on, come on.

100%.

“LINK UP!” Otto yells, joyously.

Mo’s modules split his vehicle mode into two halves. They jet into position. Big Bill transforms from a jet into his giant humanoid form. The halves attach themselves to the forearms. Otto’s car mode adjusts itself, and slams into position on the chest.

The three men find themselves in a virtual control room. Big Bill is standing at the center - it’s his body, and his motions to make. But the others can jump in to assist, or operate the various devices that robot body comes equipped with.

Nobody needs a pep talk or an orientation. They’re all aligned in purpose. Safe Harbor has to be protected from Titalion. The Navy is a danger, but the Navy can wait.

The combined robot sinks into the ocean and dives.


At the word of the Russian Navy’s presence, Aria looks sharply over at Tarasenko. The man’s smirk tells her everything.

She lets out a sigh.

“You’re the advance team. The traitor told you what to expect, so you packed ammo that’d be lethal to us. You’d take over City Ops and force us to surface. The Navy would take control of the city. If you failed, Titalion would force us up anyway. Either way, you’d be rescued.”

Tarasenko shrugs slightly, still mindful of Leo’s presence. “The plan proceeds apace.”

A shudder throws everyone off their feet. Titalion has returned its attention to this sphere.

Tarasenko hasn’t just been waiting. He’s been bracing himself, waiting for this opportunity. Now he flings himself at the console.

Aria rights herself with a brief flare of her jets. But it’s Leo who reaches the man first. Before Aria can intervene, Leo’s twisted Tarasenko’s arm behind his body. There’s an audible crack as the arm breaks.

“Go limp!” Aria barks at Tarasenko. “Submit, or he’ll hurt you much worse!”

Tarasenko, perhaps surprised at how concerned she sounds for his safety, and already in considerable pain, falls to the floor. Leo straddles him, grabbing hold of his neck to administer a coup de grâce. But the soldier takes the order and lets himself go limp.

Leo stops moving. But he doesn’t let go.

“Medical team to City Ops,” Aria calls into the radio. “One person with a broken arm. Be careful - the monster’s picking on us.”

There’s no more time. The Newmen have to contend with Titalion. But that leaves the Navy.

Now is the time.

Aria grabs hold of a pair of access handles on one wall, and yanks them free. There’s the sound of screeching metal as she breaks the bits holding the panel in place. But that’s intentional. This system was never meant to be accessed casually, and certainly not by anyone with less than robot strength.

There’s another safeguard inside - an assembly that has to be pulled out, rotated in place, and pushed back in. Aria does this too, exerting her physical strength to the utmost against the resistance of the safety measures.

Finally the heart of the mechanism is visible. It’s a circuit between two thick electrical cables, broken by an air gap that has to be filled in. Aria grabs hold of the conductive plug and rams it into place, completing the vital circuit.

There’s no voice recognition system and no need to say anything. But Aria feels she has to give voice to her frustration, her terror, her anger, and every other overflowing feeling in her heart.

“SAFE HARBOR - WAKE UP!”

A shudder runs through the length and breadth of the sphere. But it doesn’t feel like Titalion impacted them this time.

She turns to Dr. Panya, who is still watching everything cautiously.

“I think you’ll appreciate this, Doctor. You’ve seen our underwater Leviathans?”

The smiling physicist nods. “I have. I am fascinated by these mechanical animals you have made for yourselves.”

Aria nods around her. “The spherical shape and multi-purpose limbs were a good fit for the underwater work they were to perform. When it was time to build our city…We re-used what we knew.”

The spheres of Safe Harbor are detaching from their moorings. One by one they rise through the ocean depths. The tunnels that connected the spheres together retract, twist, and adjust into limbs.

A chorus of deep, resonant calls resound through the ocean, as the Deep Leviathans that make up Safe Harbor call to each other.


The combined robot sinks into the depths, and the Deep Leviathans rise past it.

Stingray helped Leo construct the original Leviathans, and his aquatic tech worked its way into the team’s own work with Safe Harbor and their personal upgrades. Now, they have access to things like sonar and thrusters that will work underwater.

Big Newman - the combined robot - picks up Titalion, swimming upward to continue its assault, on its sonar set. Its thrusters engage, sending the robot on a direct intercept course.

Titalion is easily twice Big Bill’s size. The other two robots didn’t add much mass. What they did add was considerable utility, energy, and the combined minds of three heroes.

Big Newman charges at the creature’s head, and slams into its nose. The momentum imparted by the thrusters causes pain, but not much damage. That’s enough to knock it off course for just a moment.

The big robot winds up for a punch, aided by the thrusters contributed by Mo’s vehicle mode attached to the forearm. It hits Titalion in the side of the head, and the three pilots can hear the beast’s roar of pain.

It raises a forearm in turn, and terrifying talons extend from the forepaw. Big Bill concentrates on reversing thrust and backing away, and Mo raises the arms in a cross parry to take the hit before those talons can do their damage.


On the surface, the Russians are debating what happens next. They didn’t expect three vehicles to suddenly teleport out of nowhere, then combine into some monstrous humanoid and sink.

Their sonar sets pick up several spherical objects rising. This was much more in keeping with what they’d been ordered to deal with.

They did not expect the closest sphere to suddenly extend an enormous tentacle, easily the size of a large subway tunnel, and wrap itself around a small Buyan-class corvette and start to crush it.

The turrets of the warships begin their traversal. The depth charge launchers swivel. Helicopters armed with torpedoes lift off their decks.

Prey that fights back is still prey.

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