Chapter CLXXXI: New Age, New Terror ~Multehx

People were slowly leaving their houses after the scare. Children had started playing merrily in the fields again. The house women began to converse with one another as they did the daily laundry, as was a part of their society. And watching this all was a strange, round, metallic figure standing on top of the church steeple.

He shook his head in frustration. "You know, this is quite pathetic," it muttered. "No, let me rephrase that– PA-THET-IC. I've been standing here for nearly two hours now, sapping information from the host here, and NO ONE has even tried to stop me!" Metallic slightly pouted and rubbed the side of his head. "These people are no fun! They're not heroes; they're...zeroes!" At this, he giggled evilly to himself. "Hey, that's funny. I'm pretty smart to have thought of that one!"

But, soon enough, it stopped speaking and simply read the data it was taking from the limp body. However, this proved quite interesting as a series of numbers and letters of code he had taken scrolled by his mind.

He frowned in confusion. "What...that doesn't make sense...that code doesn't even begin to fit what it was in! Why, that was data I made on the Rage Force, and that was code to a mechanised...body..."

As realization dawned on the madman, a sneer spread across his face. "Well...this is quite a pleasant surprise. Let me play detective and see if I can't deduce where this is from."

Snickering, Metallic folded his arms and closed his eyes. "Let's see....knowing my host well, well enough to predict his combat skills down to a tee, he probably was trying to design some new robot prototype, but shelved it in unknown recesses of his mind so no one would see it if they did a mental probe; mainly that C.R. fellow I'd estimate."

He opened and eye and smirked, glancing back at Multehx. "Don't bother getting up, I know I'm right." He cracked his metallic fingers and opened the other eye. "Let's see just what this thing is."

a>find f76350Mec.exe

a>f76350Mec.exe found

a>run f76350Mec.exe

a>f76350Mec.exe stated: 745943037<-00+rundat.mec.sys

[0]=6h9.doc

Open?

a>open file

a>....initiating

Upon activating the information, Metallic stood there and waited for something to happen. Five minutes passed. Nothing. He sighed to himself. Glancing at his internal clock, he saw the time was approaching four p.m. on this planet. Then, as he was considering if he should pick off the fat kid by the well, the one playing with the tree branch, something began to happen. It started with a simple numbing sensation to every portion of his body, which was then followed by something that only could be described by the phrase, "The big man is quite pissed and wants a few words with you."

Gut-wrenching agony caused him to double over, nearly toppling from his perch on the steeple. His metallic flesh began to writhe. Quite instantly, two large shoulder-pad formations burst from just above his arms. He was forced to his feet as his legs reshaped, lengthened, and his boots were altered as well.

He threw his arms out compulsively. Sure enough, his fingers reshaped into metal bones and his arm into a glistening silver replica of that found on a skeleton in anatomy class. But this was instantly swallowed up as the metal from his body swelled down over his arm, coating it in a thick outer plating, and then over his hand, forming it into a similarly colored metal glove. The same thing concluded with the other hand at the same precise moment, before his body became subject to change. It began to reform; narrowing and lengthening, growing taller and taller.

His torso reformed into an intricate metal vest formation with a massive shoulder emerging from either of the arm-holes; topped off with a metallic shoulder pad on each. Out of the top of the vest emerged a metallic collar. But attached to this collar...was nothing.

The now ten foot being shrugged, saying in a much different tone, "An evil mastermind needs the head to look just as intimidating as the power he holds. Since none can epitomize my might yet, why bother!"

At that moment, the increased size took its toll. The steeple collapsed under the massive weight, and the being crashed violently through the roof of the church.

The Abbot on duty had to leap back just to avoid being crushed as the colossal titan of metal cracked the marble floor where he had been standing.

Shaking and scared out of his wits, he managed to yell to the figure, "By..by...the sweet Lord's name...who are you?!"

Flexing a hand experimentally, the ten-foot behemoth turned, staring down at him with its headless neck. It seemed to be studying him for a time. Then, concluding it had nothing to fear, it throated a deep laugh, reaching down and taking up the man by the throat. It lowered him so he was looking right at the single set gem in its collar.

"I am the ultimate mechanical being, inferior."

It held the man at full arm's length again and bellowed to the heavens, "Let the might of your GOD save you from the NEW pestilence upon humanity!-" It abruptly threw the man deftly through the side wall, roaring loudly, "MY NAME IS NONTH!! TREMBLE, MORTALS!"

Multehx slightly stirred before drifting back to unconsciousness, supported by the metal tendrils still.

Nonth snickered, starting down the aisle. "You need not live much longer, host. Next, I'll take the data on the Rage Force from you, then...I'll find the perfect use for you, thus ending your existence as an individual, and furthering the greatness that is me."

As Nonth reached the oaken double doors, a swift kick sent them flying from their hinges. Several townsfolk stopped what they were doing to watch what would emerge from the church. All were startled as the archway and a bit of the roof above it crumbled as a figure too massive to fit through the space of the doors emerged.

Nonth snickered evilly as he pounded a palm with his other hand. "Alright, children, Uncle Nonthy wants to play!"