Fore word/warning:

Hello, and welcome to my story.  This is an original story I have created that is 
sorta of a prequel to my Terrible Things to Waste story (which at the moment I'm revising)
This story sets the stage for the next, so don't be mad if you don't see your favorite
fuku wearing heroines coming into the fray right away.
If you have any questions just send them to bdaly@ns.cois.com. Enjoy!


Timelords

Part 5: A Venom's Affect



	The stuffy basement added to the nervousness of the recruitees
as the blond lead them to a large machine.  The machine filled
up half of the basement with gigantic gears and pistons
protruding from other large crude devices crammed into the space
available.  

	"This machine is an idea my father was developing before. . .
."  the blonde paused a moment as she shut her eyes before
continuing, "the attack."

	The suspicious one of the group spoke up for the first time;

	"What does it do?" it seemed to be more of a demand than a
question.

	"I'm sorry but I can only give out so much information to new
members,"  Xendyte sharply replied to the suspicious one's
question losing her friendliness in the process, "What's
important is how you can help us."

	The blonde woman dropped her serious tone and continued, "The
Society needs you to help build these machines.  Since something
of this magnitude has to be built as discreetly as possible,
we'll have to build the machine a little by little through the
timeline.  You'll be assigned to develop the machine for a
certain amount of time and then move on and let another take
your place.  You'll be assigned to your next destination to do
some developing on another machine.  These machines will help us
defeat the Counsule.  We have built machines across the
dimensions of this planet, so if the Counsule destroys one we'll
still have others to work from."

	Xendyte showed the group around the machine in the dismally lit
basement with the same bubbly attitude she had earlier.  She
pointed to various parts explaining the length of time it will
take to develop it.  The suspicious one looked around anxiously
at the machinery and the surroundings taking mental notes of the
area.  Finally the blonde haired woman lead them back up the
stairs to the ground floor, to the groups relief.   Once
everyone was on the main floor, the white haired man noted the
anxious look in the suspicious one's eyes.  Xendyte happily
turned around and with her big blue eyes scanned the crowd.  Up
to this moment the white haired man had hardly noticed what the
blonde was saying ever since the suspicious one spoke:

	"So does anyone have any questions?"  Xendyte chimed clasping
her hands in front of her face.

	The suspicious one's eyes narrowed and growled hoarsely while
reaching for something under his long cloak, "No."

	The suspicious one flipped over his cloak to reveal a large
particle gun and started to blast the swarming Society soldiers.
 The suspicious one immediately received many hits from the guns
of the soldiers still standing.  The confused mass of bodies
scurried around avoiding the crossfire, as the white haired man
was trying to keep track of where Xendyte went.  The white
haired man caught a glimpse of a long blonde ponytail disappear
into one of the dark passages.  The white haired man made his
way through the terrified mass to the passage.  Before entering
the white haired man checked on the condition of the suspicious
one.  He was taking a heavy beating from all the guns, but was
still firing.  The white haired man noticed that the Society
soldiers were quickly filing around fortified spots preparing
for an invasion.  Then a thought came to Tracer's mind, 'The
timelords are raiding the warehouse, but wait I didn't tell them
anything about this place-'

	The white haired man couldn't finish his thought as a large
metallic arm nailed him the head.

	"The general wants to see you, stranger."  came a deep voice
from the dark visor of the machine, as it dragged the
unconscious timelord in disguise to his fateful meeting.



	'It has been so long since I've seen this wondrously annoying
sword.' the general thought to himself as he waited for his
captive to awaken.  

	He had fought the urge to take the sword away from the man, for
he needed to know if he had learned to tap its power.  The
general sat comfortably in the shadows as his loyal suited
soldier preferred to stand in the little light that was emitting
from the dying bulb.  The room was rather spacious and empty
with just one light above the form of a man with white hair
lying on the ground.  The form groaned as it got up, 'Man I'm a
freaking timelord I'm not suppose to be knocked out that easily.'

	"Hello, stranger."  came a aged, cold voice from the shadows
near a large robotic suit.  

	The white haired man turned to face the source of the voice. 
Forgoing the accent he questioned the shadows, "Who the hell are
you?" 

	In response a faint red glow came from the shadows, "Someone
you should fear, since you are wearing the sword."

	As the red glow intensified, Tracer felt uneasy about the long
pause.  The cold piercing voice finally continued, "Where did
you get that sword from?"

	The white haired man looked around nervously, but his face was
unchanging.  This voice scared him, and he didn't like that as
he said, "I just found it lying around somewhere."

	The red glow illuminated from the shadows silhouetting
everything and out shining the light above the white haired man.
 The white haired man suddenly found himself being lifted off
the smooth floor.

	"You can not just get that from anywhere.  You have to be
someone special, someone who you are not."  the cold voice had
melted into a cruel and psychotic one.

	The white haired man looked toward two red glowing hands, one
was motioning upwards while the other recoiled a little and
suddenly flew forward with a blast of red energy emitting from
it.  The white haired man put his arms up as the oncoming blast
engulfed him.  The white hair burned away to long black hair,
and the white suit and light brown pants ripped away to reveal a
black jumper suit.  In the glow of the red light the levitated
Tracer stared at an aged and familiar face.

	"Halebit?"  Tracer said in disbelief.

	The aged face changed to one of empathy and signed, "Poor
child, I'm afraid you made a mistake coming here."  

	Tracer instantly came to the awful realization that Halebit was
the general of the Society, "You bastard!!!  You betrayed me!!!!
 All those years, all my training, all of my trust was nothing
to you!!!"

	Halebit sneered and motioned his raised arm downwards, making
Tracer accelerate towards the floor cracking the concrete. 
Halebit subtlety grinned happily but shook his head and his
expression became cold and calculate once more as he motioned
his same arm back and forth.  Tracer likewise followed suit by
crashing into each wall on both sides by the invisible force. 
Halebit repeated the pattern a few more times until his arm went
still. 

 	'He doesn't know how to use the sword.'  Halebit thought to
himself excitedly.

	Tracer looked up at his old teacher and asked breathlessly,
"Why are you doing this to me?"  

	Halebit signed once again, "I really liked you Tracer, but
you're my rival's son." 

	"What?" Tracer spit out as silver and red liquid started to
stream down from the corner of his mouth wondering what Halebit
meant by that.

	"You see me and your father were generals in the Great War, and
your father always got in my way."  Halebit's eyes illuminated
red as he reminisced on his past.

	Tracer tried with all his strength to stand up but the
invisible force that Halebit was controlling held him down. 
Tracer felted utterly defenseless, he even couldn't reach for
his guns strapped to his waist or his shotgun on his back.  All
Tracer could do was look up at Halebit, who motioned his armor
suit soldier to give him some red crystal that fit in the palm
of his hand.  Halebit displayed it proudly to Tracer loosing his
calmness and became unusually excited;

	"You see these crystals Tracer, these are the source of my
power and are hard to find but thanks to the Society's machines
it will be an easy task now." he screamed insanely.

	Halebit swallowed the crystal and reveled in ecstasy and once
again looked at Tracer with death in his eyes, "Now I must say
goodbye to you, timelord Tracer."

	The hand that held Tracer to the floor raised him above the
floor, and then Halebit slowly closed his hand.  Tracer started
to feel intense pressure from all sides, like he was being
crushed.  The pressure force Tracer to curl up and notice
something glowing on his waist, his sword.  Halebit abruptly
stopped closing his hand and threw his hand over his head,
sending Tracer through the roof.   Halebit then violently threw
his hand forward in disgust.  Looking up at the hole Malance saw
the form of Tracer fly at the speed of sound in the direction of
downtown skyline.  Malance was puzzled by Halebit's actions;

	"General why didn't you kill the timelord?"  Malance asked this
because he had seen Halebit on occasions kill disloyal members
with ease.

	Halebit glared at his soldier and responded annoyingly, "I just
couldn't," Halebit's annoyed tone changed to one of courtesy, "I
didn't want to leave you without the hunt."

	Under his dark visor, Malance smiled, "Thank you, General."

	The large robotic suit clicked the large cannon onto his hand
and charged up the engines on it's back and blasted through the
hole in the roof.  The old man brushed his hands through his
short white hair in frustration once his soldier was out of
sight.  

	'I must exert control.  I must not get carried away like that
or it will be used to my disadvantage.'  Halebit thought to
himself, 'I must have more of the red crystals, it will help get
my mind off of this.'

	Halebit's hand ran across the smooth pieces of worn planks
until he found the right one.   He pulled it away to reveal his
secret storage compartment.  Halebit looked at his supply of red
crystals, 'It's getting low, I must get more, I must HAVE more!'

	Halebit once more stopped himself, he had realized he was
getting out of control.  He sat down for the moment and breathed
in and out to relax himself and repressed all his urges.  He sat
silently ignoring the explosions and activity down on the main
floor, infact the painful screams of dying combatants seemed to
soothe the general.

	'Nirvana will eliminate my disadvantage.'



	Tracer shook his head, he was covered with cuts and had the
worst headache he ever had in his life.  Tracer blinked his eyes
and found himself in an expensive office, with plush leather
chair all ripped up, stained oak desk split in two, and green
glass everywhere.  Tracer brushed out the glass in his hair that
covered the rest of his body.  Tracer looked out the hole he
made and looked through the holes he had made through the other
buildings.  

	'Two?  No three?  Damn, it's a good thing I'm installed with
bio-armor.'  the battered black haired timelord thought.  It was
required that every timelord have his internal organs protected
by state of the art, thick bio-armor and his bones be replaced
by biotech metal alloys making most timelords almost
indestructible.  Tracer cringed when he reflected on the painful
process of replacing his internal organs.  

	Then the loud sound of engines close by caught Tracer's
attention, and his thoughts drifted quickly to his situation at
hand just in time before the cannon blast decimated the office
room.

    	"Halebit will die for his betrayal."  Tracer angerily
growled to himself, as he tossed the charred remains of the oak
desk he hid under to face the large metal suit.

	The metal suit was twice the size of Tracer's as it took a step
away from the broken window.  The suit was probably two feet
taller than him and it's body seemed to centered around a dark
visor that concealed a face.  It had a claw on his right-hand
and a charge cannon that was apart of his left arm.

	"Time to die timelord."  Malance's deep voice spoke in hatred
as he aimed his cannon at Tracer.  Tracer leaped out of the way
once more as the shot blew away the front of the office
scattering debris everywhere.  From his reclining position,
Tracer pulled out his two guns strapped to his waist and
returned fire.  Malance reeled back in pain as the bullets
penetrated his armor.

	"Hurt don't they?  This isn't your run of the mill twentieth
century guns my friend, this is the state of the art timelord
weaponry!!!"  Tracer jumped to his feet and charged the
monstrosity while firing wildly at it.

	Malance raised his cannon once more as the black haired soldier
charged him.  Tracer saw this and leaped upon the mechanical
suit before it could fire.  Tracer nailed Malance with a few
blows until the monstrosity nailed him with one good punch with
his claw.  Tracer hit the floor hard as Malance chuckled and
said, "You can't compare to my raw power and brute force,
timelord."

	Tracer looked up to see the barrel of the cannon aimed at down
at him.  Tracer immediately rolled out of the way of the blast
that created a big hole to the floor below.  Malance charged the
timelord with his claw ready to strike as the  timelord littered
his body with bullets.  Tracer flexed his hand to activate the
silver liquid melting into a blade, and blocked Malance strike. 
Tracer now found himself staring at the barely visible straining
face of Malance, as he tried to break the stalemate.  Tracer
heard something click and gears moving and then caught a glimpse
of Malance's streaking fist.  Tracer flew across the ruined
office and slid off the edge where the window once had been. 
Tracer's silver blade melted to a claw and dug into the ledge,
stopping him from falling towards the street about 1000 feet
below.  Malance looked down at Tracer and clicked his charge
cannon back onto his hand aiming at Tracer's head.  Malance
smirked at the timelord;

	"You can't win, timelord, the Society is the new order." 
Malance voiced in confidence.

	"Do all of you Society bastards say that?"  Tracer grumbled as
he pushed himself against the glass building hoping to gain
momentum to go through the window.  

	'Just a little bit more momentum and. . . .' Tracer thought as
he rammed through the now fragile glass window and entered the
floor below Malance.  Tracer found himself in a hallway in that
was lined with doors to other offices, and above him the hole
that Malance had created earlier.  Tracer ran towards the hole,
springing upward through the opening.

	Malance bellowed in anger and fired up his engines and floated
down to the newly broken window.  Malance shot blast after blast
into the open window destroying the hallway's walls and some of
the offices.  After Malance felt satified with the resulting
destruction he flew forward a little when Tracer jumped on
Malance from the open window a floor above.  Malance lost
control of his trajectory as Tracer pummeled the metal
monstrousity with his fists.  The pair exchanged hits as they
narrowly missed highrises and skyscrapers, and finally flew
erractically back towards the abandon warehouse where the bloody
battle was still raging on.