(That night)
A cool silence stretched across the vast landscapes surrounding the outskirts of Satan City. This was also the case regarding the grounds of the capital's local power station. Here, with lights blazing over the entire property and illuminating the two large columns acting as the place's primary cooling towers, the most recognizable elements of the facility, a collection of workers could be seen waiting away the night performing various maintenance tasks and standard surveillance chores. Men wearing high visibility jackets and hardhats patrolled the grounds, with most of them inspecting the power lines and the main structures forming the major bulk the facility, checking on the conduits for their feedback.
It was all business as usual on the outside and so far no alarms had needed to be activated. This was also the situation involving the many workers inside, the majority of which were scattered throughout the main building and toiling away in the planet's many sectors. As this was a nuclear-type facility, you could expect there to be a lot of men and women on station overseeing the continued operation of the base and the dispersion of power across the region. With the amount of energy being outputted on an hourly basis, there was an equal amount of chance for a minor glitch in the system and catastrophic failure occurring on their watch.
However, since this industry was a direct product of Capsule Corporation and their line of high-tech, sustainable energy plants, confidence was good across the broader range of employees in reference to the station's reliability and ongoing performance. For the past twenty years, there had been no real technical issues, no emergencies, and no breakdowns. Since this was the current track record, most of the staff inside was spending their time doing whatever they could; catching up on their reading or just hanging out and chatting, while occasionally looking in on their stations to make sure that all was well with the numbers.
One security guard in particular was currently patrolling the inner workings of the facility around the main line. Flashlight in hand, the man with the mustache and the vest scanned the corners and shadows of the chamber, while also paying particular attention to the ceiling. Once he was certain the room was clear, he left to check out another area.
The instant he left the room, a figure who the guard had no idea had been present and had been crouching quietly in the corner, unexpectedly appeared out of thin air and approached the main terminal, which consisted of several metal boxes monitored by computers. Upon making sure the coast was clear, the massive army painted mech turned its attention to the main box with a chuckle, his yellow optical sensors flickering with mischief as it scanned the layout of the instrument.
Raising his hands, the ever stealthy Vulcan reached for the door and spoke in a metallic voice, "Hello, power line. Mind if a burrow a little bit of energy?" Grabbing the sides, he then effortlessly ripped the lid off of the large box and unveiled a big, transparent pipeline with blue energy running through it underneath. Tossing the door away with a loud 'clatter', he then cocked his hands back and took aim. "Don't mind if I do." He then thrust his hands through the glass, shattered it, and grabbed the metal wires underneath.
Almost instantly the entire room flashed red and a large humming sound rang throughout the chamber. A split second later, the sirens went off all across the power plant as bolts of liquid lightning shot out of the breach and began to strike the room. However, the expulsion of excess energy didn't last, as within mere moments of its exposure to the air, the power began getting sucked into Vulcan's metal suit, which proceeded to drain the electricity being produced by the plant at an alarming rate.
As all this was going down in his area, the intercoms set up around the facility blared to life and began to shout over the emergency sirens. "Energy breach in Sector 7-E! Energy breach in Sector 7-E! Emergency protocols engage!" The moment the woman's voice spoke up, every single entrance in the room became sealed by large metallic doors. Each weighing about a ton, the black and yellow striped barriers slid shut with simultaneous, thunderous clangs. "Sector 7-E successfully quarantined!"
The nodes and gaps in his suit lighting up bright blue, electricity crackled and danced across his body. At first the transfer of power caused his armor to jerk and twitch, while also drawing a growl of effort from the user. But as the outflow of highly potent energy into his body intensified, his hearty exclamation of effort was replaced by a roar of laughter, before the man breathed a long sigh of relief. Leaning his head back, the human inside the mech huffed and groaned.
"This is amazing! The power!"
While the electricity and radiation continued to pour into his armor, and the workers at the station rushed around in an attempt to fix the problem, over in Satan City, every single light across the metropolis was tweaking out and flickering like mad. Entire blocks randomly went pitch black for a couple of seconds, moments before flashing back to life and repeating the process over and over for the next several minutes.
It was only when the men monitoring the stations at the terminals finally located the source of the problem that they quickly went about shutting down the station's engines and proceeded with the grueling task of isolating the breach. Unfortunately, thanks to Vulcan's grip on the main line and the rate at which he was draining the energy from the core, it made it incredibly difficult for the plant's operators to shut down and purge the system.
"Cut the main line to Sector 7! Now!" one of the officers at the control station shouted, flipping switches and turning knobs all across the board.
His colleague in the glasses shook his head furiously. "We can't! The receivers in that area aren't responding! Something's interfering with the system!"
"Then shut them all down! Run the overflow out through Sector 6 and 5, and flush the area!"
"I don't think the transformers will be able to handle that much power."
"Then activate the emergency lines!"
After several tries and with some forceful tampering of the system, they eventually succeeded in their task.
But by this point, the suit wearing human had managed to gather enough energy that he'd literally shortened the overall lifespan of the station's core.
The entire area surrounding Satan City went dark, with the town itself turning black and disappearing completely from satellite view. With the alarm inside the plant still going, the blazing red chamber Vulcan had found himself confined in then activated the fire suppression system, the pipelines above opening up and beginning to spew Halon gas into the area. By the time the room became flooded with smoke the mech pilot released his grip on the main line and took a big step back.
Amidst the lights that continued to flash like methodical strobes and the clouds bellowing through the air, the lines and gaps all over the soldier's body glowed blue and his four optical sensors blazed yellow. When he turned around and faced the doors isolating the chamber, a metallic chuckle left his lips and a current of blue electricity ran up his now supercharged body.
With energy levels comparable to the sun pulsing through his armor, he knew right away that he was ready.
"I guess this'll do for now. Time to kill me a Saiyan."
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