Unicorn is grossly overpowered for the kind of Mobile suits you get in U.C continuity, making him the king of cheapness in regular continuity. On alternate universes, the XX Gundam is pretty powerful, God Gundam is also a good contender, but it depends on the pilot. The 00 Raiser is pretty damn awesome as most of the 00 mobile suits (I love Mr. Bushido and Susanwoo) and reigns as kick-ass supreme on Anno Domini continuity...
@Lobos_Del_Rayo: If you know how to handle him, Northern Devil can be a piece of cake, Eastern Wolf is harder to fight against, but he is the number 4, meaning than in overall strenght he is weaker than Devil, but stronger than Fairy
Tsukimori-san, contact Falken and let him know I want to be updated of any movement, Kuro-san drank his morning tea, as he checked the numbers of the last fight broadcast, and watched the progress of other endeavors. The Underworld Emperor smiled coldly as he watched the replay, granted by Falken cloaked Scouting bots, of the Mercenary meeting with the Gunslinger, almost laughing at Crow's pop culture reference. Kuro-san also believed that, he had witnessed it too many times in his life, a single, well trained good intentioned fool could destroy the best organized crime families in a night long killing spree. The Yakuza Overlord gangs and organizations suffered that fate as he built his empire, but aging got him more cunning and wiser, thus allowing him to reign undisputed over the whole Eastern Hemisphere criminal underworld. Mangetsu was more of a myth than a relaity to the Yakuza bosses, and to the regular criminal it didnt even existed, only the top players knew about it, and their silence was bought with threats or bribes. The organization had members hiding in almost every sector of Japan Goverment and of the Industrial sector. They granted Kuro-san information, the most valuable asset of any organization. As he reflected about it, one of his underlings respectfully knocked the door and asked permission to enter. Come, the door is opened, said the Underworld Emperor as the man entered the room with a disk-like object in his hand, Sorry to bother you Namae-dono, the information you asked for, the one about the numbers is here. Kuro-san took the disk and asked as his chair spinned back to make him face the monitors, How're your kids Kirizaki? Did they liked the sleds The Company gave them for Christmas? The man seemed surprised of Usso, at least he thought so, memory, as the event he recalled happened almost a year ago, and was so minor he didnt even thought that Usso would remember, but the Underworld Emperor always remembered, everything and everyone. They loved them, thank you so much, Kirizaki was happier of being remembered than about his kids. Kuro-san smiled, during December he always got a little bit softer, for a reason tied to his past. You can leave now, send my regards to your family, specially to your wife, and remember to take next week off, our medical exams indicate she is about to enter into labors. The underling left the room with a smile, something the Yakuza Overlord approved, as rising the morale of the workers was something necesary and important to keep all the gears oiled and running. Kuro-san opened the file with interest, hoping to find some information about the Numbers involved in this segment, so he could send the data to Tsukimori-san, so he could start editing the intro to the fight. The information surprised the normally calm and composed Criminal boss. And then he smiled, almost as he was having fun.
A horde of wandering gunslingers and mercenaries, most of them working in the Frontier, as guides and bodyguards to help the illegal inmigrants move towards E.E.U.U, all of them hired by the remains of the Carrizo Cartel, once the owner of the illegal drug trade in Southern Mexico, now reduced to a husk of their former glory. The criminal family, now runned by Ricardo Carrizo youngest son, Mateo, a cunning and dirty backstabber, that killed his whole family to inherit the control over the family. He was a short and fat young man, with a sweeth tooth of epic proportions. He had great plans hatching in his mind, but he didnt had any men, the only thing he got was money and he used it to hire men, not for the sake of revenge, as he didnt knew that Crow was involved in the events that caused the death of his father aboard the "Festival de Medianoche" cruise, and even if he knew he wouldnt care, his wicked mind only thought about what he could do with the money and the prestige of killing the Famous Crow Cementerio, self proclaimed last of the Gunslingers. The group advanced with him on the middle, riding a jeep that kept him from the blazing sun that was scorching his men around him. Vamos pendejos! Muevan los culos que para algo les pago, the disgusting little man urged them to pick up the pace Muevanse que no tengo todo el pinche dia cabrones! His demands and insults werent reppleid, as most of the hired guns were disciplined enough, and had some sort of honour code when it came to deals involving money, but thruth to be told they were getting tired of the horrible pile of fat and sewat shouting at them. Mateo started drinking from a canteen, licking his chubby lips and letting out burps, as he threw the half finished bottle to the sandy floor. The liquid slided down the neck of the bottle and created a small puddle in the sand, under the shocked looks of all the hired guns, some of them looked behind them and noticed that this happened several times before, and that the sweaty man that hired them was not only using all the space of their jeep but also he was using all their water. All of them stopped and moved towards the jeep with sinister intentions in their eyes. Que pasa cabrones? Por que se me quedan mirando? The voice of Mateo started to waver, as he finally noticed the problem, Es que estan locos? No se acerquen mas! He said as he tried to unsheath his gun, only to let it slip under his seat, as his chubby and sweaty fingers couldnt hold it. The Mercenaries were getting closer. Ayudenme, que alguien me ayude! POR FAVOR! His shouts would be unheared in this desolated place, at least that was the thought the hired guns, but unluckly for them, somebody much more powerful and much crazier than them.
STOP RIGHT THERE EVILDOERS, LEAVE THE INNOCENT MAN ALONE! The shout made all the hired guns, that went by the name of Hermanos del Cañon, stop and turn around, watching towards a rock formation, that was in shadows, as the sun hitted from behind of it. They could barely notice the siloute of man atop the rocks. The oldest of the hired guns, de-facto leader of the group, asked Who carajo do you think you are, gringo cabron! And pointed his gun, a six shooters towards him, shooting with speed of a pro, towards the man location, the others imitated him, lifting a barrier of gun smoke. As a gust of wind pushed the smoke away they noticed that the man wasnt on the rock anymore, they thought that they got him, but his voice sounded again above them, and was getting closer by the moment. YOU ASK ME WHO I AM? He said, as he land with a loud stomp into the ground, In the dust, only his strange silhouette, was visible, in a strange stance, that seemed to be more akin to a Kamen Raider than a sane person. The stange man changed his stances as he talked, I'M THE DEMON THAT LURKS IN THE NIGHT, THE PROTECTOR OF THE INNOCENT, THE EARL OF JUSTICE, KING OF BRAVES, THE HUNTER OF EVIL AND PRESIDENT OF RICKY MARTIN FAN CLUB!, the dust of his landing was blown away, revealing his whole body I'M THE GREAT AND UNIQUE NORTHERN DEVIL, VALIANT AND FEARLESS LEADER OF THE NUMBERS SQUAD, THE GROUP THAT PROTECTS THE WORLD FROM EVIL. The whole group stood in silence for a second, even Mateo, that was about to cry, now was silent and looked with suprise and awe, shocked by the sheer stupidity of this man speech, outfit and general behaviour. Any criminal or gun-for-hire heared about The Numbers, and all of them knew that the description given by this man was the complete opposite of te reality, as The Numbers were a group of ruthless killers than were the only that took inhuman tasks or impossible missions, as they werent humans anymore, only real mosnters were allowed in the group. At least that was the urban myth, the man in fornt of them only seemed bizarre and extravagant, and their first reaction was too laugh at him pfft... HEHEHEHEHEHE HIAHIAHIA!!! HAHAHAHAHAHA HIHIHIHI the whole group started laughing at the strange man, that seemed a strange mix between a knight, a ninja and a cowboy. IT SEEMS YOU DONT BELIVE ME! he said with faint anger, bubbling under a facade of calm. The men that were now a little bit more calm, waited for their leader to reply, pffft... HEHEHE If you're a Number gringo, then I'm Dios, pinche tu madre estas loco! His men cheered the insult with a choir of laughter, that was the last time they said anything.
A black blur cutted throught them, swinging the gunblade he carried with perfect skill. In less than a second Northern Devil, The 3rd Number, rushed besides all the 30 mercenaries and stopped right behind the last, SWORD OF JUSTICE, BULLETS DISCHARGED, he said in an overly dramatic tone, as he shaked the blade as if he was cleaning it of blood, but the movement was meant to make the barrel inside the base of the blade spin, and with that simple act all the mercenaries were cut in diagonal slices, with a prowess unknown to any regular man. As Northern Devil wasnt a man, but something else. Everyone was dead, but the ever cheerful Number walked with evident ignorance that he killed any opponent, or that he was covered in blood, since in his mind he saw sparks coming out of any blow he gave, not blood. YOU'RE NOW SAFE CITIZEN, DRIVE CAREFULLY NEXT TIME! After saying that to the still shocked Mateo, that peed his pants out of his fear, Northern Devil jumped away only living a black blur behind him. In other side of the lands surrounding Rayo Rosado, a group of thugs was taken down by the combined efforts of Falken and Eastern Wolf, The Mercenary of Falcon Eyes asked Wolf, that was behind a pile of corpses, thus unable to be seen from Falken point of view, Are you sure you want to live the first round to that idiot? refering to Northern Devil, Yes tovarishch(Comrade), I prefer my prey weakend, and that desillusional foul is perfect for the task, this hunt will be good, I can smell it in the air, just like in Mother Russia. repplied the hidden 4th Number with a thick Russian accent, I could kill for a bottle of Vodka, care to join in the nearest bar tovarishch? Falken shrugged his shoulders and said, Why not, we could share some battle stories, and you can start by telling me how did you got that body of yours. A faint canine growl preceded the Number We'll see, we'll see
The world is like a chessboard, a small movement can change everything. This was one of Kuro-san beliefs, he knew that the smallest of changes could affect the bigger picture, as life is made of details. A well placed bomb could destroy a skyscrapper, a skillful stab with a knife could make goverment tumble and a small lead bullet could change story. This was a fact of the world, most of the biggest events started with a minor incident, that slowly snowballed it's way to become an issue so big than nobody could know how to solve it. How ironic was that the current events, that were shattering countries and killing thousands, were caused by the most important act of the cylce of life, birth. If Akuma Shinma parents didnt mated, the world could be a better place know. Usso Namae, at least that alter-ego Kuro-san used to interact with society, was giving free assistance and shelter to anybody that asked in their facilities, while from the Shadows he played with the fears and dark secrets of the Japanese Goverment, taking this moment as the perfect chance, to cleanse the islands from the infection of burocratic parasites and spineless politicians. Kuro-san goal was a bigger one, but changing Japan to his desires, or at least what he was taught when he was a young man. The lessons given to him by his first boss always ringed in his head. The honor bound Yakuza from old times wanted the best for their town or city, Kuro-san, even if he traded by everything that could destroy a man, cared for his own country, at least worried enough to decide taking it for himself to avoid Kisekian armies storming his frontyard. Everything depended of a small movement, the charge of a paw that would cause the checkmate. A well placed squad of robots, that could pass as a human beings, carried bombs inside them to the main leaders of the Japanese goverment. The explosions were syncronized and the Prime Minister, the whole Diet, the leader of Tokyo police force, the Emperor and the main heads of criminal families and organization working in Japan, meaning all the ones that didnt joined to Mangetsu were destroyed in a massive explosion that destroyed them and everyone around them, the only survivor was the leader of the Self-Defense Army, General Eiji Minamoto, an old wolf of war, veteran from the WWII and seemingly a man of infinite energy and youthfulness.
The General, nicknamed Shogun by his soldiers, stood at 6' 10'' a towering man around his fellow soldiers, his white mane of hair was untamed and flowed down to his waist, and so did his beard, more than a militar man he seemed a wandering monk. For his 110 years he seemed fit as his prime, with his muscles bulging more akin to a wrestler or martial artist than and old man. Eiji had this position since the early 80's and instead of slowly growing weaker and forgetfull with age he only got better and better. His mnen joked that the world would end and he would still be doing push ups in a wandering asteroid, his uncanny luck and physical resilience granted him the title of inmortal, as he survived doing more than 40 kamikaze attacks during the war, swimming back to the japanses bases after crashing his plane with a loud roar of Banzai. He survived at least a hundred bullet wounds and thousands of other injuries with only a superficial bleeding or just scratches. This time around his instincts were the ones that saved him, as he noticed the incoming opponent by not being able to smell his scent, yet he noticed the faint oily and metallic stench hidden inside and dropkicked him throught the window from an 8th floor, saving the whole building from being destroyed as the robot landed on the ocean. Damn, that was too close for my tastes, said with a smile as everybody was still shocked in awe, looking at the explosion effect from the window. Let's continue the meeting, we haver to aprove the new Garyuutech equipment or I'll have the Minister of Economy on my neck again, about how much do we need to be in Usso Namae good graces.. Everyone in the room was shocked to see how calm the Shogun was, everyone took seat and they continued the meeting, knowing that the people outside the council would be investigating. But the restored calm didnt last too long, as one of the soldiers rushed into the meeting room with dire news. Sir, there have been several incidents similar to ours all around the Country! Everyone got silent, as the Shogun walked towards the soldier with a chair in his hands, as if he was about to beat him with it, What do you mean similar incidents?
Above Tokyo air space, Kuro-san was directing his ground troops to take strategic points of the goverment, downloading every last bit of information to Mangetsu databases, well hidden in secluded locations. He could rewrite anything any memeber of the goverment ever written, and con his way to the power, were he would stay and make himself stronger. The SHINKAlabs crew, guided by Dr. Shishido were already preparing a defensive barrier around the country, and several thousands of cell phone anthenas, that were built by Garyuu tech, were also working as spatial-dimensional scramblers, stopping any kind of teleportation or intrusion without Mangetsu permission. With this pawn I took a country, what can I do with another piece? asked himself the Underworld Emperor, sitting with the detonator in his hand, as he watched the chessboard in front of him, where the black pieces were defeating the whites, feeling the rage of the black King and Quenn
@Dr_Paradox: Posted, sorry for the delay, running at superspeed in Gotham is addictive. And killing dragons in Skyrim is just too epic.... I just ended finals this year and I wanted to release the tension killing virtual things.... XD