Recruitment Test (open)

((Okay, this post might seem a bit overpowered but... well, I doubt anything less would happen as long as you have Superman's cousin facing... err... random human guards...))

Background Theme: All Over Me

Joshua let go of the body, seeing it as a mechanical shell of some sort. He looked through the viewing window, seeing what was happening. Every battle he had ever fought in, every xenomorph he had destroyed, was in the computers programing. But he wasn't worried about those. He knew the two can survive those. But what he was worried about was that he programmed three of his brothers inside the computer program. Horus the Warmaster, Fulgrim the Phoenucian, and Angron of the World Eaters. Those programs would be impossible to beat. Or atleast to him it seemed impossible. He went to the door, placing his palm on the scanner. The scanner read error and would not let him in. He cursed under his breath, walking to the viewing window and pressing a button that allowed him to speak into the simulation room. "Silent, Recruit, You need to get out of there. There is a program I do not want you to experience. Break through the door and get out of the room before it's too late!" He yelled, pressing on the button so hard he almost broke it.

Zack laughed as Powergirl walked in. "I guess I can't stop you from killing my pals, eh girly? But I wonder if I can stop you from saving the hostages. Oi, you there, may I borrow that?" Zack pointed to a a grenade on the nearest henchman's bandoleer. Zack admired the grenade, pulling the pin and letting it sit in his hand with his palm open. "You see love, the great thing about being chaotic evil is that you're trying to win." His grin became sinister. "And I'm just trying not to lose." The last thing Kara saw before room vanished in a wave of smoke, flame, and shrapnel was Zack's maniacal grin. As the smoke cleared, Zack and Powergirl were the only two alive in a room riddled with burned corpses. Zack's skin was laced with bloody lines where shrapnel had sliced across him, his clothes were shredded in several places, with the curious exception of his jacket, which was largely undamaged. The skin of the hand that had held the grenade was blackened and burnt, along with the flesh of his forearm. Beneath the blackened flesh of his hand, a silvery metallic glint could be seen, and Zack chuckled, his eyes narrowing. "Now, let's see how well you fight, love." When Evan's face appeared, Zack's eye twitched. "Not now Mod, whatever you want it'll have to wait. The grown ups are talking." When Joshua yelled, Zack barely even registered that he had spoken.

As the technology of the training room was alien in nature, it took an entire 3 seconds for Model Eleven to take full control of it. Odd, he thought it would have taken longer.

Now he had full control of the environment. The traitorous Zack would die and the Titans would be saved. But how should he do it?

First, he needed to protect the female that Zack was obviously trying to kill. He commanded for a large, supposedly unbreakable metal shield to completely surround her. That should protect her from the battle to come.

As the metal was just beginning to form, Model Eleven commanded several high-powered bombs to surround Zack. Cancel that. A bomb had just gone off in Zack's hand and had proven to be ineffective. What else was in the computer's arsenal?

Horus the Warmaster, Fulgrim the Phoenucian, and Angron of the World Eaters. These seemed to be the most powerful codes entered into the simulator. Evan commanded for ten of each to appear in a circle around Zack. He also made sure to line the training room with extra "unbreakable" metal to ensure the room itself was not destroyed. The metal by the windows was made transparent, just because.

There, the female was now being quickly encased in a cube of unbreakable metal, and the thirty warrior constructs were charging at Zack to eliminate him.

Background Theme: Calamity

Joshua grinned, not because Zack was being attacked by thirty copies, but that there were thirty copies. He had designed the program to create one of each of the Primarchs. In order to create many of them, they would have have to split there full power. He was thankful that he programmed the simulation room, because if anyone else had then these thirty Primarchs would have been more powerful. Joshua watched and pondered on what he could do to stop this. He walked away from the viewing window, knowing that the recruit can handle thirty weak Primarchs. Then a thought occured, what if he got his helmet from his room, it had a computer inside it. He quickened his pace, running upstairs, into the hall, and into his room. He picked up the helmet that was being worn by a dummy and ran back down stairs. He didn't bother jumping down like he did when he answered the door. He would have missed the door completely. He came back to the viewing window and hooked up his helmet to the palm print scanner. He placed the helmet on and began to talk in Imperial Gothic to his computer, hacking into the simulation room slowly. If he was successful he would stop the program. If not. He dismissed the negative thought and focused on the positive.

Zack raised an eyebrow. The copies of Angron, massive brutes wielding revving chainaxes. The beautifully perfect Fulgrim, resplendent in purple armor and wielding a forever burning sword forged by his brother Ferrus Manus. And Horus Luprecal, the Warmaster. Formerly of the Luna Wolves, however his once grey armor had been repainted into the green of his newly named Sons of Horus. His twin lightning claws, the talons of Horus, crackled and spewed violent energy. Fulgrim was the shortest, however each individual seemed to fill the room through sheer presence, and even Fulgrim stood nearly twice the height of Zack. "Hmm... So it would seem, love. Though if you ask me, this seems unfair. I think Mod has a cheat code." He drew his pistol, placing a quick two rounds into the exposed forehead of a charging Angron, who lacked the exquisite combat tactics of his brothers, opting for a bullrush. Placing his pistol back in it's place, Zack picked up a chainaxe, it's massive size requiring him to hold it two handed, though thanks to his magnetic ability he was able to wield it effectively. He swung the shaft up to block another blow from a Horus, raking the roaring blade across his chest, though the blade scraped free in a shower of sparks before it could do more than tear a gash in Horus' breastplate.

The efficiency of Model Eleven's attack was below expectations. He did not realize that the strength of the three most powerful constructs was required to be divided by how many there were. All he saw was the female easily destroying a handfull of them. How had she gotten through the "unbreakable" metal. He decided to quickly edit the computer's database to describe it as "almost unbreakable."

Zack was still alive. The villain had already destroyed one of the constructs and taken its weapon.

These are the strongest simulations in the database? Disappointing. Model Eleven decided to design his own construct.

It would take the shape of Model Eleven's robotic body, but would be constructed of the "almost unbreakable" metal. It would also have no programmed vitals, so it could not "die." It could be destroyed, but only until the training room was able to repair it. The construct would also shoot powerful lazers from its gun, rather than a taser.

That was a start, at least.

The female was finally being detained by several constructs, but she seemed to be speaking to Evan himself. "Zack is a Teen Titan! He's pretending to be a villain in this simulation." Pretend? Deciet. Zack was decieving people by pretending to be evil? Why? What purpose could there be for such a strange action?

He was about to ask the female to clarify further, when Evan became aware of a hacker in the system. The female would have to wait. Evan was not about to give up this computer to some hacker. He launched a major attack against the hacking module just as Construct Eleven was being completed.

Model Eleven was having little difficulty defending against the hacker. He was able to return some of his attention to the fight at hand.

The female was holding Construct Eleven up by the neck as it was still forming. She was shouting at Evan. "He WAS ACTING LIKE A **** ON PRIMARCH JOSHUA'S ORDERS!!!"

A quick information scan identified the muscular humanoid and present hacker as Primarch Joshua, a temperary guest at Titans Tower. If Zack had been acting under orders, then he could not be an enemy, could he?

Evan performed a history scan on himself and realized that Zack was a true Titan, but his magnetic power caused confusion in Evan's mind. Zack wasn't a villain.

Evan stopped all attacks being made by the constructs and faded them to nothing.

He was relieved that Zack was not dead, but he had to come up with a way to avoid going crazy in the future.

As long as my main program isn't within ten feet of Zack, I should be fine. Wait, my MAIN program! Evan knew what he had to do.

Evan ghosted out of the control computer and into the Titan's main computer. He then contacted his body using a private radio channel from the Tower's communication array. Yes! He could control his body from a distance, making his mind and Zack's life safe again.

The broken body pushed itself up onto its one unharmed leg. "Good news, Zack. I won't try to kill you anymore. I'm controlling my body from a distance, so my mind can't be confused."

Joshua took his helmet off, feeling unsuccessful in his hack. He sighed deeply and unhooked his helmet to the scanner. He looked over at the mechanical body, glad that he wasn't trying to kill a Titan, even if the Titan was Zack. He held the helmet in his left hand. He pressed his right hand on the scanner. The scanner's light moved down his hand and turned green, the door opening for him. "I think we can safely say that Kara is Titan material." He looked back at the mechanical thing and said. "I'll let Zack decide what kind of trial you'll have." He thought it was a good idea, sense Zack can have his version of fun. "Now, I'm going back to my room and rebuild my jump pack." He felt like he should tell them what he was going to do. "Just tell the computer what you want." He said, walking down the hall and to the stairs.

"I agree, the girly's in." Zack seemed slightly sad as his newly acquired chainaxe faded away. Then he looked at the body Evan was controling. "Somehow, I doubt that, Mod. This is twice you've attacked me, technically thrice actually, if you take into account that I walked off and you attacked me again." He paused, thinking for a moment. Normally, he would have cast him out. An argument raging in his head was that anyone less predictable than himself really shouldn't be able to join. Crazy as he was, he hadn't tried to kill anybody in the tower. With the exception of the Primarch, but that was justifiable and not random. After a long moment, Zack nodded, having come up with a decision. "Right then, Mod. I cannot, in good conscience, allow anyone who is more of a hazard to their teammates than I am to join." After a pause which was likely Zack just trying to either add a little suspense or just mess with Evan. "However, you tell me you are cured. I don't believe you, but while I may not be mentally stable, I am not without mercy. You may stay here on a probationary period. If you are in fact cured, prove it. Do so, and you're in. "

Model Eleven was unsure of the meaning behind Kara's actions. He decided it was a lifeform thing. It was advantageous that she seemed to like him, because she would be a helpful teammate.

Now Evan had to prove he had been cured. "Zack, my mind is now in the tower radio, not in this body. I am simply commanding it like a puppet. Therefore, this body can undergo magnetism without me suffering ill effects." Evan slowly started hopping towards Zack on his one leg. "Please let me get close enough to show you. We both know that this body is no threat to you.""

Zack raised an eyebrow at Kara. "If you are on the team, your opinion matters. Why would you think otherwise, new or not? Of course, Primeo's not on the team, hence I never listen to him!" Zack laughed at his joke. "So you think he should be on, eh love? There's something I have to do first..." Zack walked over to Evan's body, grabbing the leg which was still wrenched up against his chest and yanking it back into place. Zack doubted the leg would function, but that hadn't been why he had "fixed" it in the first place. "Much better! That was irritating me to no end." Zack sighed. "I guess a robot would be cool..." Zack's grin widened, and he clapped Evan on the back a little too hard. "Aw, why not, eh? You've got cheat codes, and I'll bet they'll come in handy in a fight!" Walking off towards the door, Zack called out more to himself than anyone else. "With all these newbies, we should throw a newbie party!"