Kronos

Thanks to brave undercover agents, we learn more about our main enemy every day.


1. He's non-monogamous.

Kronos has had many, many documented female relationships. No female agent wants to risk asking if they were romantic or strictly business. Is he abusive? Towards females, not remotely. Could it be a status thing, being the most powerful male around and showing off? Highly likely.
Children from these relationships have also yet to be accounted for. Kronos could very well be sterile or just not into his children. He surely doesn't seem like any father figure a normal woman would want her kids around, if you ask me.

2. He's ruthless.

Kronos has a row of captives from many walks of life. He doesn't seem to have a preference for his victims; he just has them held until he's angry and needs to execute somebody. He doesn't torture them to death however; Kro makes his kills quick and painless much like a butcher. All parts and metal are melted down from the victims and used in weapon making and aircraft for the warships. Occasionally, aluminum is crafted into new wheels for he and his loyalists.

3. He's serious.

Kronos isn't known to be a joking kind of guy. He's brisk, to the point, and expects nothing more from his peers. He doesn't crack puns about other models, or make fun of his victims. He's almost more mechanical than sentient, running purely off his programming than following desires from his essence.

Jenna and Jorgen go undercover themselves in attempts to bust the Modernian terrorist ring reeking havock all over Prius.
Jenna is the first person unless otherwise noted.

"Kronos has Kiadine sensors when entering his facility; if they detect you're morph capable, they'll kill both of you on site." Mayhem nods. "You're going to need your morphing capabilities taken until the job is finished. Are you confident enough in your forms? It's not too late to back down and let an NDT agent handle it."

"We're as confident as we're going to get." Jorgen sighs in his female CT4 morph. "We've worked for months on this! Listen to me; I'm not even myself anymore."

"I was mainly asking Jen; you're going to be useless if something goes down."

"He won't be useless." I assure, Jorg gaping in offense. "Have you seen how fast CT4s are? He'll be faster than most of us."

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"This is going to be a piece of cake!" Jorg whispers as we enter the club.

"Listen." I press before he continues.

"I've never felt so impressed with myself, if I must add. Confident, even."

"Jorgen--"

"Not even Schickard knew who I was--!"

"Jorgen, if something happens, you're going to leave me and go get help." I finally snap. She pauses and gives me a startled look. I take a deep breath and continue. "You're going to be agile enough to drift around security if the ban hammer drops, okay? I know you're used to brutally plowing through everything to save my sheet metal, but you can't now. You can try, but there won't be any use."

"Hm. Have you not watched training? I can--"

"Overpower all the trainers, I know. The trainers weren't an aggressive Ford dually that can put a church on a trailer and drag it along without effort. I'm an HD and I still probably won't be able to take him on. It's nothing personal, Jorgie. It's just different now." She pins her side views back and jumps me. "Gaaaah!! What the Ford's gotten into you?!"

"What has gotten into me is you thinking I will abandon and run away instead of rescue!" Jorgen counters, hotly cuffing me on the hood with her front tire. "This is not something I will ever do. Do you understand?" Smacking me with each word, "This. Is. Not. Something. I would. Ever. EVER. Do."

"Ahh!! Ahhh-ha! You're going to dent me up before we even meet Kronos!"

"Then tell me that I will stay and fight for you," She backs off onto all fours and expectantly squints. "Or else we will go home."

"If you can stop me from getting by, I'll think about agreeing to that!" I throw my front end in challenge. "But until then

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"Y-y-you believe I cannot save, Jen." Jorgen whimpers as I guiltfully cringe. "Why would you say that?"

"I'm sorry, muffin. But I don't want to go home after this without you. I don't want you to die taking on somebody you can't handle. You're a Ford loving Chihuahua biting at Great Danes.

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"Ford; it's darker than Avantis in here!" I mutter, trying to scope my surroundings with just my sensors. "You'd think Kronos would be for showboating just how rich he is and lighting up even the closets like football stadiums."

"Yeah, I know! What's up with this?" Jorgen agrees. "Did the power go out while we were coming?" I blindly nudge around for a light switch with my grille.

"Who knows? Just stick with me, doof. If I hit something, it's better me than you." We carefully traverse the dark space for several moments until Jorg tenses up.

"...Jen." He hisses, abruptly. I pause and blindly look back at him. "We are not alone. There is--" All at once, the lights come on and reveal the crow black Ford dually leaping straight at us. Jorgen manages to duck with a shrill shriek of shock, but Kronos T-bones me right into the wall. "JEN!!"

"My suspicious were correct." Kro snorts as I cringe in agony. "Titaniumamour and Titaniumhitch. Did you think a gender and model swap would keep us off your trail? Pity. Little did you know that we've known about you for quite awhile! We were just buying time."

"I will murder!!" Jorg tries to attack the truck, but it was no use. I fold my side views back and lower my grille guard; I was on my own in this fight, so I was going to need everything I had inside me to win. I manage to rear up and escape the Ford's death press and go at his windshield with my wheel hooks. He ducks, avoiding a shattering blow though I still manage to put a deep gouge in his glass.
I wasn't used to fighting as a male. My tactics were far smarter in my nature form, while my attacks now were blinded by rage and all I could see was red. Was I driven by an urge to protect Jorgen? Ford no, I just wanted to kill a guy.

"You're not as apt of a fighter as I expected, Titaniumamour." Kronos taunts, breaking through my infuriatied mind. "The way everyone talks you up made me think you were a warrior deserving of your throne. I guess you've gone soft after you've gotten used to all the males around you fighting your battles."

"I fight my own battles; the Sabers just back me up." I snarl, shaking my front end in desperation to clear my processor and manage to focus. What was wrong with me? Jorgen quickly looks from me to Kro a couple times, still trying to find a place in the fight.

"I have Modernians on the way to secure and destroy both of you. Tell me; if you can't defeat me, what makes you think you'll be able to save your partner from them?"

"Do not listen to him, Jen!" Jorg hisses.

"After everything you've been through together, after everything he's done for you, you fail him because you can't fight me." A sickness falls over me, followed by a wash of clarity.

“Look at me, Jorg. How can anyone seriously believe I’ll ever be soldier material? I’m not brave, or talented. I’m funny, I’ll own that. But my stupid humor won’t be defeating anti-clan legions any time soon.”

“It is inside somewhere. You must find it, Engel. And we are here to help you do!” Jorgen nodded, determined. “If anyone can teach, it is us. This you should know!”

“You’re pressure-driven.” Blast explained. “When you get under pressure, your fear turns into rage and you pretty much… Ramify and charge.
You need to learn how to channel your rage into something productive."

Breathe. Breathe. Breathe...

"Jen!!" I open my eyes to see the Ford barreling at me for a final assault. Finally, I pull a double bluff, causing him to slam into the wall and make a big enough hole out of the room for Jorgen to escape.

"Get out." I snort, throwing my front end towards the groaning opponent. "No offense Jorgie, but I have enough to worry about right now. All you can do here is get hurt, and if you did my mind will just revert back into bloodlust. I'll get out, doofus. Don't worry about me; I have this now. Go get the Sabers."

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I hear a shrill, calling whistle. We both look behind us, tired and battered.
Sure, it was the whole team of Diamond Sabers, but standing at the front of the pack was Jorgen, still in his female disguise and as a human at that. I groan in agony as the Modernians evily grin.

"So he wants his guts busted out?" Kronos chuckles, shaking his front end and making the last piece of his grille finally drop off. "I'll gladly handle that."

"Sabers!! Charge!" I yowl with the strength I had left and dive into the first Modernian I could ram.