Upon going through the gate they were greeted by a team of high ranking officers and the Republic's best scientists. "You all are about to make a commitment to your worlds," Fleet Admiral Oliver Hayes said to the group of young men. They were the best that the Republic's military had to offer every one of them smart, deadly, and best of all for the government, had no ties to anyone but their units. The men were lined up against the wall. "Men, I'm not going to lie to you. Some of you are not going to make it through this, in fact most of you will not. But those of you that do will be stronger, faster, tougher, than any human being could imagine. You will be undergoing a procedure that will bionically enhance every cell in your body. Your bones will become as hard as steel, your muscles will feel no fatigue. You will heal faster, never tire, and your enemies will fear you. These are the promises I have for you.
Steel looked around him as the scientists led some of the men away to begin the process. He thought back on why he was doing this, why he was taking such a risk. Revenge. It always had been. As a child his planet was attacked by marauders, the foot soldiers of the man who called himself the Divine Emperor. They killed for the sake of killing. They were merciless, sadistic, and powerful. Anyone who didn't believe the every word of the Emperor was slaughtered. At the time the Republic was small, barely able to fight back. Steel's home was burned in front of his eyes. It was Oliver Hayes who personally saved his life. Steel was fifteen when everyone he ever loved was stolen from him. He made a promise that day. Everyone and anyone responsible for that attack would die. Steel remembered that promise as he laid on the operating table with the scientists surrounding him. The needle sank into his arm. Everything went black.
"Hey!" A voice from the black called to him. "Wake up! Nash, gimme some cover!" A hard slap hit Steel across the face. "Come on you son of a bitch, wake up!"
Steel opened his eyes and grabbed the gun lying next to him in the wreckage of the drop ship. The Emperors men? No that was years ago. These things were worse. The men fought off the ambush that had shot their ship down and tried to kill them where they landed. They stood in the wreckage looking around at the carnage. "I remember," Steel said. "My name is Max Steel."
Steel looked around him as the scientists led some of the men away to begin the process. He thought back on why he was doing this, why he was taking such a risk. Revenge. It always had been. As a child his planet was attacked by marauders, the foot soldiers of the man who called himself the Divine Emperor. They killed for the sake of killing. They were merciless, sadistic, and powerful. Anyone who didn't believe the every word of the Emperor was slaughtered. At the time the Republic was small, barely able to fight back. Steel's home was burned in front of his eyes. It was Oliver Hayes who personally saved his life. Steel was fifteen when everyone he ever loved was stolen from him. He made a promise that day. Everyone and anyone responsible for that attack would die. Steel remembered that promise as he laid on the operating table with the scientists surrounding him. The needle sank into his arm. Everything went black.
"Hey!" A voice from the black called to him. "Wake up! Nash, gimme some cover!" A hard slap hit Steel across the face. "Come on you son of a bitch, wake up!"
Steel opened his eyes and grabbed the gun lying next to him in the wreckage of the drop ship. The Emperors men? No that was years ago. These things were worse. The men fought off the ambush that had shot their ship down and tried to kill them where they landed. They stood in the wreckage looking around at the carnage. "I remember," Steel said. "My name is Max Steel."
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