Transformatrix 4000

45 minutes ago / Location unknown / Squire Foundation for Humanity Defence conference room



The five starred to the video with a wooried expression, on the flat plasma screen the figure of four womens flying over the central part of the US ar clearly visible, none of them have any kind of doubt that the situation is going to become a Crisis Area.

The screen goes black and the illumination is restored the five remain silent fo a while to fully value the possible consequances fo the present situation, then one of them, a woman in her forties which still have a pretty face, at least the half which is not covered by a titanium reinforcement, raises from her chair and speak with an careful controled tone: "Everyone of us know that the mayority of possile developments of this situation are tragic, so what have been done to prevent a superhuman escalation?"

A old man with steel gary hair and a squarred jaw clear his throat, he doesn't raise mainly because he hasn't been able to move the lower half of his body since 10 years ago.

"We have alerted all the hospitals and in a radius of 100 kilometres form the estimated target with a code Beta-1, and a supply of crisis units are already on the road, madam."

The first reply: "That's not enough. Raise the alert to Alfa-2, and send an extra 25% percent of crisis units. If the informations about that site are true, we can expect a C.A. Larger than every other we have ever encountered." than she turned her head towards another of the presents "From the military front, which measures?"

A man in is late forties with brown hair a bulldoglike face and a missing arm take a notebook and studied it for a couple of seconds. "Jackal and Cobra units ready to strike, madam, but as you know we can't operate in a sovereing country without the W2KA authorisation, so we reain in Yellow condition."

The woman smiles wickedly. "The interested parts are still reluctant to give it, but I think that after the first few minutes they will be more than willingly to cooperate, for now deploy the teams at the Orange Crisis Point and wait." then she turned to the last two members of the table "From the technical division, there is any new?"

A very grave japanese man, that looks like a sumotori, with a patch on his left eye makes a strange half-smile. "Very few, but important, madam, according to doctor Hawks the TF4000 contains..."

The fifth member of the table, a afro american woman, in her late thirties with an atheltic figure and a paralysis to the left half of her body, doesn't listen to the explanation, her thoughts are running wild towards the small torch like device in her bedroom back at home, maybe her chance to left that mangled body and begin a new life as a superhuman. A member of the same race that have destroyed he bodies and the life of her and her four friends in this room.



25 minutes ago / Orange Crisis Point / Jackal-1 Strike force Skiranger VTOL personel carrier (2 pilots, 6 soldiers with Mk5b Heavy Armed Modular Multi-Purpose Tactical Armors)



The Major is very nervous, as commander of the Jackal-1 unit she is responsible of the life of her soldiers, and engaging a ostile force of unknown power is the worst thing for a soldier, not to speak for a commander. To calm herself she launch a diagnosis program for her HAMPTA, while her thoughts run wild around the incredible machine.

The HAMPTA technology was created only a few years ago by various industries on behalf of the Army, under the codename fo project 2501, a prototype of the 21st century soldier, the armor is an exoskeletron that powers all the physical parameters of the pilot, streght, quickness, coordination, etc. to a superior level. The agumentaion was proportional, stronger the pilot stronger the powering effect. The armor was also fitted with last generation materials, multi-layered compound plates, extra light chassis, NBC seals. The same was truth for weaponry and sensors. The Army was really happy with the results, before looking at the price tag, each armor cost as much as a Eurofighter combat jet, a little too much for them, so they dismissed the project, which was secretly acquired by the Squire Foundation.

The diagnosis ends and the Major looks at the timer projected on the upper part of her helmet faceplate, 24 minutes to go, she opens the Intelligence Sharing system and connects with the rest of the team "Ok guys we have just passed the dead man point, report your status."

A series of replies full her hears:

"Hawk reporting, system on line and ready, si.. Major." Hawk is a 35 years old scottish with dirty blond hairs and a pair of steel hard eyes that appears more artificials than his armor. A non nonsense soldier, he was formely a SAS.

"Pilot here, all systems green." Pilot is the codename of a young red head girl from Detroit, she is the youngest member fo the team, a skilled even if unconvetional armor pilot, she worked for the Air Force.

"Stingray, all system operational between normal parameters." Stingray was an ex-member of Polar trident a canadian scuba strike force, similar to the Navy Seals. She is an handsome brunette with a very strange personality, outside the battlefield she is the archetypical rebel child with a passion for heavy metal, inside the Armor she becomes a deadly cold killing machine, almost an android.

"This is Tank, ready at every moment." Tank is probably the strangest member of the team, half samoan and half malaysian, he is almost 210 cm high and weights 110 Kg. Before being recluted by the Foundation he was a Navy Seals' instructor.

"Scout here, eveything in place and ready, vacca boia." Scout was recruited form the Alpini, the Italian mountainers special corp. He is an ordnance expert with a very extroverted temperament, almost explosive, that was the reason for which team bears his twisted sense of humor and his foul language.

"Very well team." the Major herself is a not so small woman of japanese ancestry, she was originally part of a special anti terrorism squad founded by various goverments all around the world. "We will be the vanguard of this operation, we have to verify if a diplomatic solution is possible, if not hold the ground until the arrival of the other teams."

"Which ones?" asks Pilot.

"Jackal 2 and 3, Cobra 1 to 3."

"Merda, the heavy artilery." whispers Scout.

"Our present targets are these four." explains the major turning on a small monitor on one of the walls that shows several satelite images of Supergirl, Ultrawoman, Superwoman and a fourth woman "All of them are estimated to be on the level 10 of Palmer superhuman power scale."

"If the Foundation thinks that they are so dangerous why are they sending us as negotiators? It will be more practical to drop a full Strike team and restrain then on the spot." says Stingray.

"That's the reason." continues the Major while the image on the screen changes "This a secret military facility in the Nevada desert, according to the intelligence there are at least 60 superwomens inside."

"60!! I think we'll need bigger guns, won't we?" shout Tank.

"Probably, yes, if thing goes wrong, lad" answers Hawk, with a cynical tone of voice.

"Stop that all of you." commands the major.

Hawk is the first to recover his compusture "I'm sorry Major, any other intelligence?"

"Not so much." the Major makes the footage accelerating till a point where a girl stands against a beam weapon "The weapon was a Par-Las system, and it appears to have no effect on them."

Tank and Scout look at each other, they are the weapon specialists of the Team, and both of them think the same 'That isn't fun at all.'

"Ok, we are now 18 minutes from the waypoint, last check of the equipment." commands the Major, while she touched a point of the armor under that she have stored her little lucky charm.



NOW / Lotos facility, Nevada desert / A superwomen assembly in the conference room, Lois Lane as spokeswoman



It started as a low moan, perfectly audible to the whole assembly ears, but the amjority of them simply didn't pay attention, some of them don't have the experience to identify it, other don't think that it was important. One of them instead pay a lot of attention.

Kara recognizes the sound form her year of experience, worried for the possible consequences she leave the stage and looked up slicing through the ceiling and several levels of armored structures with her X-ray vision. She see a small airplane, a kind of hybrid between a jet fighter and a troop transport helicopter fliing over the base and six metal humanoid figures jumping from the rear hatch.

'Androids' she thought, but she quickly corrects herself 'Armored troopers.'

The armors are massive but not like the Red Rockets, more close to the body. Their most peculariar features are a kind of backpack, that connects with two boxlike devices place along the forearms and the helmet. The helmet is clearly divided in three elements a rigid structure that covers all the head execpt the face, a faceplate of semirigid material that mimic a featureless face and a complex device that cover the left eye, formed of various optical and radio components. The two box looks like weapons of some kind, the links to the backpack seems to be flexible guides to feed them with bullets.

'Military hardware.' thought Kara looking at the squared armor plates of torso and limbs.

"Kara, are you ok?" asks a voice from behind Supergirl.

She smiles and point upwards "Take a look Dee, new faces to the party." she gigles.

Dee Ann squirts er eyes trying to obtain the right amout of penetrating vision, after a couple of atempts she got it. "The Army?" she asks.

"Maybe, I've seen that kind of armors, but they definitly looks military grade equipament." Kara looks to the assembly, an attack right now will ruin everything, she decides that a preventive action will be the better course of action. "I go to get them, Dee, would you come with me?"

"Maybe it will be better to spoke to Lois first."

"Usually yes, but now... with all those new supers... it can be dangerous, we don't know enough about the mayority of them."

"Ok fine, which way to go up?"

"Very well, follow me." Supergirl takes a small backdoor behind the stage and advance for several meters, Dee Ann follows her a little puzzled. "This place seems fine."

Kara flexs her knees slightly, and smiles that is one of her favorite entrace, first because it implies a large display of rough power, second because the 99% of her foes don't consider the ground as a possible weak point. With this thoughts through her mind Kara takes a deep breath and propells herself upwards, after a second Dee Ann follows her. The two ubergirls fly through several layers of stone, packed earth, reinforced metal and costly equipment savoring the sensation of their sexy indestructibles bodies crushing everything on their way up, of their lovely faces breaking through super resistant alloys, of debris flowing all the way down along their breast and backs.

On the pavement outside the main structure the six soldies of the Jackal-1 team are preparing for entry, when all the seismic sensors of their armors signal something humanoid incoming toward them from below.

"Incoming, evasion manuver ex-4." cries the Major though the radio link.

From the lowest part of the backpacks of the six a twin jet sparks to life accelerating them at 2.1G. The six stopped, bracing themselves, in a perfect exagonal pattern around a point of the pavement that after a second explodes in a volcano of tarmac and concrete revealing the bodies of the two ubergirls.

Kara expects to find the grunts a little shocked, maybe one or two throwed away by the explosion, but this time she is shocked to find the six perfectly ready, with a series of painting lasers designators mounted of the helmets pointing towards herself and Dee.

One of the armored open an external commnication, the voice is electronicaly distorted, but for the ears of the two it is clearly that of a woman "We aren't here to fight."

Dee looks at the three in front of her and mocked "Really? And those suits are to avoid sunburs"

Kara smiles and thought 'You are getting in that costume very quickly Dee.'

The armored continues "What are these suits for isn't the matter. Our mission is to avoid a bloodshed."

This time Kara's face turns deadly serious "What are you talking about?"

"The 60 superwomen in that base. I suppose you are here to free them, but how much you know of them? Of how do they behave when they are out of here?"

"They are nice girls, their hearts are on the right side."

"Maybe you are right, Supergirl, but that isn't enough for us. We can't risk another Seattle."

The mention of Seattle makes Kara's blood boil "That was a thing completly setted by that little ego-maniac. None of us will do anything."

"Are all fo you disposed to take the risk of having your hands covered with blood tomorrow for a misjudment today? Power corrupts..."

That is enough for Kara 'You, little armored piece of military shit' she thought 'How do you dare judging my friends and me.' With her temper reaching the limit she propels towars the Major. At the same time two of the other open fire with the 15,2 mm machineguns under their right arms. Kara barely notices the bullets while her field of vision narrows and that is her first mistake, the HESH bullets squashed against her invincible body their heads explode producing a massive amount of vectored kinetical energy, about ten times the usual for that caliber. The impact falis to produce any damage but cause Supergirl to spin out of control into the wall of a nearby hangar.

"Kara!!" screms Dee, as her friend impact. Until now she was quiet because some of the Major concerns mirrors her own, but now she throw them out of the window and release a burst of heat vision. The two crimson rays darts toward the soldier in front of Dee, the largest of the team. After a moment the armor turned bright red and the soldier collapses, after another the armor starts to emit a cloud of gas or vapor, she suddenly interrupts her attack sure to have damaged the armor enough. But the soldier raise inside the cloud with only some burns on the armor paint.

"Tank are you all right." asks a voice thought the soldier's radio.

"Almost. The heat resistant plates and the auto extinguisher saved me, Scout."

Kara raises from the debris "That's enough! Now we will tear you down, fair and square." She dashs at super speed, about Mach 1, and Dee follows her example.

"Demon Triangle manuver, now." orders the Major.

The six divides in tow groups, three around each girl in a perfect triangle pattern and starts to use their boost to match the girl's movements and speed along the pavement.

Thai was a very frustrating situation for the two, Kara know that these armors cannot mantain the pace for long, but Dee, less experienced decides to pass to action to break the tie. She launchs at full speed on one of her pursuers in a kind of superpowered rugby action.

Pilot, hitted by the model superhard body, almost pass out, even the hardned armor and the G-Compensator of her suit have enourmous troubles to deal with a similar attack.

"Ok, now all of you stop or I'll break the neck of you friend." Dee roars blocking Pilot in a grip.

"Pilot life signs are weak, maybe she is KO." Hawk shouts in his radio.

"We can't allow this to stop us, go ahead." responds Stingray.

Before the Major can decide the course of action something happens. Pilot is almost out, with the last atoms of counscious thought she grips to to what was familiar, her fighter pilot training kicks in and she orders to her suit to max the thrust output of her jetpack.
A ball of flame engulfed Dee, the temperature isn't even close nough to her limits but the surprise effect and the powerful thrust sends her and Pilot in the sky. Dee makes a halfspin and recovers in mid-air activating her flight powers, but Pilot have passed out during the acceleration.

Everyone stares in horror while the armored suit spinned through the sky, when a gloved hand catch it, a gloved hand conncted to a very sexy body cladded in a violet thight suit with a long green cape, Ultrawoman. "Very well kids. Now stop, or i'll get angry."

Kara is the first to recover form the surprise. "L... Ultrawoman... I..."

"Be quiet Kara, I don't think that these guys want to continue, do you?" says Ultrawoman while landing gracefully and placed Pilot face up on the pavement, she tried to scan her with her X-ray, but she got a nasty surprise, she can't look through the armor.

The Major moves in front of Ultrawoman and her laser pointer scanned the face of the heroine, a smile appears on the japenese woman face, behind her helmet "That's right, we can talk, if you like, but only you and me, ok?"

Ultrawoman looks up "Fine, but for your comrade here?"

"No problem, the rest of the team can take care of it, now we need a secure place." the major pointed a bunker along the perimeter of the base, "That looks perfect, move on."

A moment after the superheroine and the armored soldier enters the bunker. The Major activates a device of her armor "White noise generator," explains "a little privacy guarantee, like the lead sheets inside the walls, ms Lane."

"What?" Ultraoman gasps.

"A physiognomical program and a scan with the pointer. That masks don't cover your face so well." continues the Major "But this have to be a fair meeting." The Major's helmet opens like a flower around a junction in the back of the neck.

"What's your name?" lois asks.

"I have many, my real name was lost about the lifes ago, a damned long story."

"So, how I can to call you?"

"For this mission I'm the Major."

"Fine... Major. Why are you here?" asks Lois while her journalist instinct take the control of the discussion.

"You really wants to know, fine." The Major opens her chest plate, under the armor she wears a kind of fatigue uniform, she opened one fo the pockets and takes out her lucky charm, a small photo, she hands it to Lois. "For them."

Lois looks at the photo, two small kid, a boy and a girl, almost of the same age, 5 or 6 years, with a clear japanese ascendacy are playing in a room that looks like a kitchen. "Your children."

"Exactly, the photo is 12 years old. I have explained them one important thing that every person is born with the same rights, that you have to obtain things throgh your skills and hard work. Now that this so-called Transformatrix phenomenon starts, my little Himeko have started to speak about the possibility to become a superwoman, because several of her friends are trying to get it. I'm worried for her and for several others that aren't ready to handle this kind of power." explains the Major with a voice louder and louder and a tear rolling out of her eye.

35 minutes after the end of the battle at the Lotos facility / Location unknown / Squire Foundation for Humanity Defence conference room



The screen goes black and the five members of the Squire's board look at each other with worried looks, each of them know that this evolution of the scenario is unexpected at the best, the pre-mission evaluations indicates that the present outcome had only the 3.4% of showing.

As usual the Madam speaks first, her skill to mantain her cold blood in every situation was the reason for which she has became the informal leader of the board. "The Major report was something we have to deal immediatly, my friends, any suggestion?"

The man with the bulldog face examined the datas in his notepad and scratchs his chin "In the present situation an attack isn't the worst thing to do. The only way to stop a so large number of metahumans, within no more than 1 hour is a bombardment."

"Why do you say one hour, Colonel?" asks the man in the whellchair.

"Because I don't think that they will stay here much longer, Doctor."

"Anyway, Colonel do you rember our rules?" asks the Madam.

The Colonel looks very humiliated by this last question "Yes, Madam. I know that the use of any kind of mass destruction weapon is against the principles of the Foundation. I'm sorry."

"Maybe we are taking all of this in the wrong way." says a voice rarely heard in the room, the one of the former pentathlon gold medal, now condemned to have the left side of her body paralysed, the price for rescuing a boy from a falling building during a battle between Superman and Metallo.

The Madam frowns "What do you mean?"

"The Squire Foundation exist to avoid that other people will suffer like us. Casual victims of the metahumans' battles. But we have to face it, the only way to stop them is becoming one of them."

"I don't like your speech."

"Face it. The armors of our troopers are comparable to the Red Rockets, the R&D facilites are at loeast a decade over the rest of the world, the same is truth for the communications, the sensors, for every damned piece of equipment around here. They are all of metahuman class."

"Except that the are not products of metahuman science. They are developed from a joint venture of some of the most brilliant HUMAN minds all over the world."

"And do you really think that this makes any difference? Anyway, I have a proposal, why don't we recruits some of these superwomen?"

"I know that you will come to this point. And how do you think to control them. We can shut down the armors with the remote controls at any moment, but how do you think you can control creatures like them."

The japanese man clear his throat "I think that the proposal is good, but a little too ambitious."

"And you have an alternative, Yama?" asks the Colonel.

"Yes, I think that we have to stay back for now, limiting our activities to the usual, for at least three months, probably more. In the meantime we will surveil those women, collecting informations, isolating potential threats between them and deciding if any of them can be useful for us."

The other four remain silent while they evaluate the proposal.

"A so wide surveillance operation will require an enourmous amount of personel."

"No, Madam. I have already evaluate that our usual intelligence network will be more than capable to handle this."

"Very well, so we have to vote the proposal. Who agree?"

Five hands up.



14 hours after the battle at Lotos facility / Seattle suburbs, Washinton state / Major's home [2.40 AM local time]



The Major sneaks inside her house, she knows that at least one of her children is here so she moves around the most silent she is able. She reachs the kitchen and moves toward the fridge, with an unnecessary caution she opens it and took out a pack of orange juice. Several years ago a friend of her was killed by a Claymore mine hidden in a portable fridge, during a shadow operation in Africa, and she is too paranoid to open a fridge in a normal way since that. She drinks two glass of juice and then she look at a photo on the wall over the table, a photo of a 40 years old man with rust-colored hair and blue eyes. "Hi Patrick, I'm home." she whispers. Patrick MacTyres, her husband, dies 2 years ago in Gotham a casual victim of a bullet fired by Deadshot, originaly aimed to Batman.

She leaves the kitchen and walks to the living room, her bedroom is upstairs, but she have to pass in front of the rooms of her childrens, so she decides to sleep on the sofa, it is much comfortable than several other places where she had sleeped during the years. But when she arrives she spots a siluoette on the sofa, she freeze for a second, then she prepares to jump on the intruder. The intruder switch on the light.

"Hi mom."

The Major remains stunned for a second then she relaxs. "Himeko, what are you doing?"

"I'm waiting for you... I've something to tell you." Himeko answers with esitation.

The Major reachs the sofa and sits next to her daughter, she studies her for several seconds. Himeko is a little taller than her, like her mother Himeko is a very athletic girl and a little flat. She have short black hair, while her eyes have a definitly oriental shape they are also of a bright blue color inherited from her father family. "What's going on?"

"Well, mom, there are three different things. The first regards you... I... I..." she exitates "Ho hell, I know that you have lied to me."

"WHAT?" screams the major, wiht a puzzled look in her eyes.

"Mom, I know that you don't work for that Research Institute. I don't know which is your real work, but I've understanded that it's dangerous, probably something like the SWAT. I don't want know, but please don't lie me anymore, ok."

The major takes a deep breath, and looks again to her daughter, she can't help but she still see the little girl inside the young woman in front of her, a woman that now asks her to trust her. "Himeko, after the death of your father I've become a little too anxious about your brother and you. You know that I don't want you two to grow inside a glass tube, but there are things that I can't share with anyone, but you're right I have a dangerous work."

Himeko smiles a little "Mom, I hope you're not a superhero."

"Hell, no."

"Well, you have always respected my privacy, so I have to give the favor back."

"The other things?"

Himeko reaches one of the pockets of her jeans and took out a small coupon labed TF4000 "A group of girls at the college have started talking about this."

The major gulps. "And?"

"And I've joined the website that distributs these, and I asks for one. Meggan and I think to go there together and takes them, but at the last moment I have a doubt."

"Why?"

"Because, I understand that we're doing this only to be fashionable. This superpower's thing is simply the last fashion on that hits the block. But this's not like new clothes or make up, this's fuckingly permanent." Himeko explains "But Meggan was so pissed that she went mad on me, she told me things worst than everything I've ever heard."

The Major spots a tear in her daughter eye, she knows Meggan very well, the two girl are friends since the age of 5, they have shared everything during the years, friends, enemies, joy and sorrow. Himeko thrusts Meggan more than every other person on the planet, and this have made the Major jealous sometimes. The Major embraces Himeko "You know that Meggan is too emotional, she was simply disappointed, you two will return to be friends in no time I'm sure."

Himeko sighs "It's not so simple, mom, and this is the last thing I've to tell you." She frees form her mother arms, and clear her face with the back of her hand "I... we, Meggan and I, are lesbians and we love each other."

The Major face goes white, she stands up and says "I think that boot of us need some psycological support. Your choice." She heads to the kitchen, takes out two pizzas and put them in the microwave. After ten minutes she returns with the pizzas. "What do you chose?"

"I think that a classic is better, some old Star Trek episodes."

"Infinite diversity in infinite combinations."