Global Defense Agency H.Q - Earth*
"No fingerprints, no identification, no background information, not even a photo or VISA. It's like you just came from nowhere and popped up." Cecil Steadman said with great frustration, taking in a deep breath as he pinched the bridge of his nose, sighing heavily. "Do you have any idea how difficult it is for us to fabricate this much information? Let alone how many times we've done it for every alien or interdimensional refugee?" The scarred-face man asked Lyon, raising an eyebrow incredulously.
Lyon fidgeted in his seat, flashing Cecil a sheepish smile as he scratched the back of his head in embarrassment. "Look, in my defense, I didn't exactly want to be transported out of my universe or dimension. It just sorta... happened. I'm just lucky my memory's not completely scrambled. Courtesy to this thing that latched onto me." Lyon said in defense of himself, showing off the Omnitrix to Cecil. "I'm gonna take a wild guess and say that this thing's probably the culprit why I'm here. Not sure how or why exactly, but it's the most I can come up with." He stated, tapping his fingers on the alien device.
"Maybe, but that just leaves us with more questions." Cecil replied, his steely eyes continuing to stare at Lyon. "You're just lucky that it was us that found you and not anyone else. And it isn't the first time someone got their hands on alien technology and decided to 'be a hero'. Some kid with an alien suit gave us trouble couple of years back." The scarred man stated, leaning back in his seat and letting out a low groan. "Alright, here's the deal, kid. We forge you up some documentation, get you a nice place to lay your head down, and you keep doing the superhero thing. You answer our calls, you help us with whatever, and we keep providing you welfare and identification. That sound good to you?" Cecil asked bluntly, sounding almost as if he made this offer before.
"Wait, it's that easy? You're not gonna interrogate me or something? I thought that's how most agencies run." Lyon questioned, blinking in confusion as he watched Cecil give him a frown. Considering the offer, Lyon hummed, furrowing his brow in deep thought. "There's gotta be more than what you're letting on." He muttered in suspicion.
"There's no catch. You work for us, we help you out. It's really that simple." Cecil responded with a dismissive wave of his hand. "Look, kid, we've got aliens, supernatural beings, superpowered people, and other people from different civilizations on Earth agreeing to work with us. So it's not really that big of a stretch. I'm a realist, after all. To me, this is just another deal we're going to have to make." The older man explained, intertwining his fingers and glancing at Lyon. "So, are you in or not?" Cecil asked.
"Oh, that's the easiest answer I've made all my life. I'm in." Lyon answered almost immediatley, no shred of hesitation in his voice. "But there's one thing I'm gonna need to really sweeten this deal up a bit." He said, a wide grin stretching across his face.
Cecil raised an eyebrow. "And what exactly do you have in mind? Please be realistic about this." Cecil asked impatiently.
"I'm gonna need a lab. Best one you've got. Best equipment, best materials, best everything." Lyon responded, raising three fingers from his right hand, listing his demands. "I know I don't exactly strike you as the inventor type, but I've got an alien here that makes me way smarter than what I actually am. And I'm pretty sure they'll appreciate a nice environment to work in." He elaborated, gesturing to the Omnitrix on his wrist.
Cecil gave him a flat look, then sighed, putting a palm on his forehead and shaking his head. "Fine. But we expect you to help us run a few tests on your different alien forms. And we doubt that that's all that alien watch of yours could do. We'll see if we can find you a place to accommodate your requests." Cecil agreed, cross his arms over his chest, continuing to glare at Lyon. "We've made deals with devils before, Lyon. And this new one doesn't change that fact in the slightest. We do this to protect the world at all costs. Even from itself. So expect to be given missions and duties that you have to oblige by. Is that understood?" The scarred-face agent stated with a stern look on his face.
Lyon nodded his head slowly. "You don't think I realize that, huh? But fine, I'll play nice with everyone. Not like I've got much to do with this damned thing, anyways." Lyon replied, his usual carefree grin replaced by a grim frown. "I've already resolved myself on this topic for a long while. But if means having something to do worthwhile in my life, then I guess it's worth it." He said, letting out a shallow breath as he glanced at the Omnitrix. "You know, this thing wasn't intentionally made as a weapon... it was a tool for peace. To walk in another species' shoes, so to speak. It's definitely... a lot to take in." Lyon trailed off, his gaze softening at the Omnitrix.
As much fun as it was for him to beat up villains as different aliens, it ultimately wasn't designed for that purpose. It wasn't a weapon, though it could be one. Instead, it was a tool for peace, a tool to bridge gaps between people and species. Where one member of a species could become another, to gain a better understanding and experience what it was like to be the other. He needed to use it as such, though it was easier said than done. Especially given the place he was in.
Aliens, monsters, demons, interdimensional invaders, all were very real and prevalent here. And though he couldn't quite remember all of them, there were things in this universe that Lyon couldn't help but be terrifies at. Beings beyond what his human mind could comprehend, people and powers capable of rewriting or altering reality as they saw fit. Or worse - destroying it entirely. Yet, the Omnitrix was his only saving grace here. That, and his knowledge of what could come.
Well, if life gave him lemons, he was gonna make some damn good lemonade. If he's learned anything in his twenty-three years of life, it was that he sometimes just had to roll with the punches, then wait for the best time to throw his own. Sometimes figuratively, sometimes literally. It didn't matter either way, he now had a new purpose in this world, and he was going to fill in the shoes that were vacant.
At least now Lyon didn't have to worry about trying to hide. Now he can finally strut his stuff.
Out in the vast, empty, Mojave desert, the earth itself rumbled. The ground quakes and shook, boulders and abandoned buildings being torn in half by massive fissures tearing open the dirt and rock. Not too long after, a series of loud stomps echoed out across the landscape. Then, emerging from the billowing dirt a tall, yellow-clad figure stomped. Raising his mechanical arms up, he let out a booming shout.
"Armodrillo!" Lyon bellowed out his new transformation, allowing the pistons in his arms to actuate. His voice was deeper, somewhat metallic, echoing from his armor. He let out a triumphant huff as he flexed his clawed fingers, transforming his hand into a drill. "Forgot how much fun it is to be the big, kinda dumb, brute. I'm bound to be making some quakes in the hero community!" He barked out, a chuckle leaving his alien lips.
Meanwhile, all the way at the back of the testing ground, Cecil stood upon a metal platform, observing Lyon from that fair distance away. Beside him, multiple technicians made charts, graphs, and tables, all for measuring seismic activity. Meanwhile, others took photos, writing down more of what Lyon did and the details of his transformation. Still, Cecil's eyes remained fixed on Lyon, a frown present upon his scarred features.
"Why do you give your transformations a name? It defeats the purpose of using them for utility." Cecil asked, his arms crossed over his chest.
Lyon turned his large body towards Cecil, offering him a light shrug. "It's just kinda fun that way. Give's these aliens a personality." Lyon summarized, picking up a boulder with his other hand, then shattering it almost immediatley with complete ease. "Plus it's all about branding, am I right? I'd rather give these guys nicknames rather than call them by their species name." He elaborated, placing his arms on his hips.
Cecil simply gave him a flat look. "Yeah, sure, whatever. Just change into another alien. We still got more to document." Cecil said impatiently.
"You got it. Wait 'til you get a look at what this next guy can do. Guess you can say he's got his own pull." Lyon replied with a grin beneath his armored helm, slamming his hand onto the Omnitrix located on his chest. In a flash of green light, he transformed.
However, instead of getting the alien he wanted, he got something else. His yellow armor became a greenish-gray color, his body shrinking, and fins began to sprout forth from his arms and legs. His skin became scaly, his hands and feed became webbed, and his head became enlarged, growing a lure in the middle of his forehead. Yet, his most striking figure was his massive jaw, filled with a maw of razor-sharp teeth.
Lyon blinked, looked at his form, then to the intense sun high above in the sky, pelting heat at him. He let out a few coughs, and shook his head. "Ripjaws in the desert!? Not good! Water! I need water!" Lyon shouted, his voice dry and body beginning to dehydrate in the nearly hundred-and-ten degree heat. He ran forward, spotted a red fire hydrant poking out of the ground, and opened his mouth wide. Tearing the thing from the ground, a sprout of water bursted forth from it, bathing him in water. "Ah! That's much better. Damnit, I wanted Gravattack! I gotta get the hang of this thing sometimes." He grumbled with brief dissatisfaction.
Meanwhile, however, Cecil quirked an eyebrow. "An aquatic alien? Didn't quite expect that. And you say this thing can transform you into others?" Cecil asked, sounding quite intrigued. He stroked his chin in thought. "Hm, could be useful for communicating and establishing a further connection with Atlantis." He muttered to himself.
"The Omnitrix kind of has an alien for every scenario. Even if I haven't unlocked them all." Lyon stated, continuing to relish in the water's chill on his skin. "And if it doesn't have a sample of that DNA, it can scan it and I can gain that transformation to use. So long as the DNA is from a sentient being different from mine." He explained, slapping the Omnitrix on his waist, reverting back to his normal self.
"That's... certainly intriguing." Cecil stated, his brows furrowed in thought. "So, you're saying if we were to bring someone.... let's say Martian Man or Aquarus here, then you'd be able to become them?" He questioned.
"I don't know the exact mechanics behind it, but yeah, can totally do that. Transforming me to the genetic peak of any species." Lyon affirmed with a smile. "This thing's got it all built-in. GPS, universal translator, genetic repair function, and a bunch of other features even I haven't gone around using." He explained, shaking himself off as the water spewing from the ground began to die down. "Remember, this thing was made as a tool for peace. It wasn't exactly meant for someone like me to start goin' 'round and punching people in the face. It was made to build friendships, alliances even." Lyon added, breathing in a deep breath as he glanced the Omnitrix.
For now, he just needed to get the hang of using the dang thing. If he could figure out a way for the watch to actually give him the alien he wanted instead of something else, then he'd be kosher. Yet, even now, it was because of user-error did he cause those unintended transformations. With some practice, he should be able to much easily control the alien device as if it were second nature to him. But for now, he had to take what he could get, even if he did fumble with it.
Still, even from his position, Lyon noticed the strange look in Cecil's eyes. And he didn't like it one bit.