Unity

Chapter 1: Cold Open

Sirens pierced through the otherwise peaceful sounds of nightlife in San Fransokyo as the red and blue lights flashing from half a dozen police cars mixed with the bright neon colors of the advertisements clinging to the buildings flanking the cramped streets. Together, the pack of squad cars chased after another group of vehicles, specifically two cars and a pair of motorcycles who were running interference around a large, beat up looking van.

"Come on, man, floor it!" one of the men in the van, dressed in nondescript black clothing with a black ski mask pulled over his face, "We got to lose these cops!"

"I'm going as fast as I can!" the driver shouted back, "I need to the others to get these pigs off my back or we're never getting out of here with the goods!"

In response, one of the men on a motorcycle reached into his pocket and pulled out a submachine gun, which he pointed back at the pursuing police officers and opened fire with.

"Jesus Christ!" one of the officers shouted, swerving off the road as his cruiser was riddled with bullets.

"This is Car Six One Six calling Dispatch!" another officer shouted into his cruiser's radio, "We are in pursuit of suspects in the robbery of San Fransokyo National Bank, but these guys are packing too much heat for us! We need backup!"

"Car Six One Six, this is Dispatch," a woman on the other end of the radio replied, "Backup is on its way and will rendezvous with you in a few minutes."

"A few minutes!?" the officer exclaimed a man armed with an assault rifle leaned out of one of the car's and open fired, forcing the officer to duck down as a bullet pierced his windshield, "We need backup now, damnit!"

As the officer's shout echoed across the airwaves, a new sound came from overhead.

"Hey, is anyone else hearing that?" one of the officer's questioned.

"Yeah," another officer confirmed, "It sounds like….a guitar?"

"I can move mountains," a male voice sang from above the car chase, "I can work a miracle, work a miracle, uh oh."

"Who the hell is singing!?" one of the officer's questioned in confusion.

"I'll keep you like an oath," the singing continued, growing louder as it did, ""May nothing but death do us part...""

"Uh, fellas," another officers said as he looked up through his windshield, a grin spreading across his face as a guitar wailed somewhere nearby, "I think our backup just arrived."

"What the hell is that!?" one of the criminals in the car shouted as most of them turned their attention towards the object approaching them, "Is that a-"

The man was interrupted as what appeared to be an olive colored van dropped out of the sky in front of them. Instead of crashing into the ground, the van seemed to hover just above the street. In place of tires, the van had four devices that resembled jet engines, the bottoms of which hummed with a strange blue energy. Four more of the devices extend from the rear of the van as well. As the van hovered above the ground it also flew backward down the street, matching speed with the fleeing vehicles and shining its headlights directly into the other van as the music pumped through its sound system.

She wants to dance like Uma Thurman, bury me 'til I confess!

"Hey, boys!" the voice of a girl with an accent from somewhere in the Caribbean greeted, "How about you do us all a favor and pull over so those nice officers can arrest you?"

"Shit, it's those heroes!" one of the men in the van exclaimed.

"The Big Hero 9!" one of the officers shouted as he pounded on his steering wheel in excitement.

She wants to dance like Uma Thurman and I can't get you out of my head!

"Waste 'em!" another of the criminals shouted before a multitude of guns opened fire on the van. Instead of impacting the vehicle, however, the bullets bounced uselessly off a shimmering bubble of energy that formed around the van.

"Shields are being held!" another voice exclaimed from the van.

"Always got to do it the hard way, don't we, boys?" the first voice questioned with an amused sigh.

"Split up!" one of the driver's bellowed into his walkie talkies, "Scatter! Scatter!"

In response, many of the drivers and riders slammed on their breaks and swerved around before all five vehicles shot off in different directions.

"Damnit," the pilot of the flying van swore, banging her palm against the vehicle's dashboard in frustration. She was roughly twelve years old, with caramel colored skin and green eyes hidden behind a pair of sunglasses. She had a cloud of curly brown hair that was held back by a hair elastic. She wore an orange, zip-up hoodie over a white and blue striped t-shirt and blue jeans. A pair of red sneakers and black, fingerless driving gloves completed the outfit.

Next to her was a squat, vaguely humanoid figure. He had a large, square shaped head with a thick neck and large, expressive blue eyes. Two tentacle were curled on the side of his head and he had a large mouth filled with flat teeth. He had a pair of tentacle-like arms that ended in four-fingered hands and in place of legs he had a collection of six, short pseudopods. For clothing, he wore a simple blue wrap with purple lining, fastened at the front by a large purple button with a swirl design on it.

Flicking her sunglasses up, the girl raised one hand and placed a finger to the device nestled into her ear canal.

"They split up, Hiro," the girl stated, "What's the game plan?"

"We'll have to split up too," a young male voice answered, "Baymax and I will handle one of the cars. Tip, you drop off Fred and Go Go here so they can handle the motorcycles. Then cut off the other car and let Wasabi and Honey handle it."

"What about the van?" the girl, Tip, inquired.

"I'll handle it," a new voice, this one belonging to a girl, answered.

"Riley!" Tip exclaimed happily, "Hey girl! I didn't think you'd be coming out tonight."

"Yeah, well, my dad convinced my mom that homework could wait when there was a bank robbery happening," the girl, Riley, replied.

"Alright guys, you all know the plan," Hiro announced, "Let's take these guys down!"

The stench, the stench of summer sex!

"Hell, yeah!" Tip exclaimed before she yanked on the vehicle's twin, joystick-like controls and spun the van around as it continued to shoot down the street. A moment later, the van's rear door opened, revealing two people standing on the other side.

One was a young woman of Asian descent with brown eyes and short, black hair that had streaks of purple running through the front. She was short in stature with a lean, athletic build, over which she wore a black bodysuit with red lining. Over the bodysuit, the young woman wore yellow armor that covered her chest and arms along with a matching pair of armored boots. Her head was covered by an aerodynamically designed helmet that slid an opaque windscreen over face with the push of a button on the side of the helmet. Reaching behind her, the young woman pulled a pair of yellow disks with red dots at the center from their place on her back, the disks humming as they began to hover just above her wrists at the same time as she kicked her legs, causing the similar disks that had been hovering near her thighs to lock into place next to her ankles.

And CK eternity, oh, hell, yes!

The other figure was a young man roughly the same age as the woman with Caucasian features, blue eyes and dirty blonde hair that hung down to his chin and was covered by a teal beanie. He was dressed in a bulky costume that was designed to resemble a reptilian monster with a cephalothorax build, it's angry, slitted, yellow eyes and open, toothy maw centered around the young man's chest. The suit's rounded hands and feet each ended with three, black claws, with matching black spikes at the end of the suit's tail. Spots of orange mixed with the suit's mostly blue coloring on its stomach and around its eyes, complemented by orange frills on its arms. As the rear door of the van opened, the young man put on the suit's headpiece, a pair of curved, blue horns flanking an orange crest, at the center of which was a third eye that allowed the young man to see.

"Alright, Fred, Go Go," Tip said over the communicators built into the suits, "This is where you guys get off!"

Divide me down to the smallest I can be!

"Let's do this, Torque!" the young man, Fred, exclaimed before letting out a whoop of joy before leaping out of the back of the van, an action that sent him flying through the air before he landed on the roof of a nearby building, leapt again, and disappeared from sight.

Put your, put your v-v-venom in me!

"I'm going to kill whoever came up with these dumb superhero names," the young woman, Go Go, grumbled before she hopped out of the van, her disks spinning as they made contact with the pavement. Taking a moment to steady herself, Go Go used the momentum the drop off had given her and went skating after one of the motorcycles.

I can move mountains.

Speeding through the streets of San Franskoyo at breakneck speeds, Go Go quickly began closing in on one of the fleeing motorcycles.

"I've got eyes on one of the motorcycles!" Go Go declared as she drew closer to her target.

I can work a miracle, work a miracle, uh oh.

Glancing over his shoulder, the rider caught sight of Go Go bearing down on him. Pulling out his uzi, he leveled it at Go Go the best he could. Seeing this, Go Go held up one of her arms and squeezed her hand, causing the disk on her wrist to expand to half again its size. A moment later, the criminal opened fire with his weapon, a number of his bullets impacting Go Go's disk and deflecting off.

Suddenly, the loud blaring of a truck horn cut through the night. Glancing to his side, the criminal saw that a tanker truck was barreling down on him. Quickly grabbing the handlebars of his motorcycle, the criminal swerved around the front of the truck, the sound of screeching brakes mixing with the tanker's still blaring horn as the rider maneuvered passed it. Go Go's eyes widened in surprise as the truck ground to a stop directly in her path. Acting quickly, Go Go lay down prone, all four of her disks rolling along the pavement at blinding speeds. With her reduced height, Go Go slid underneath the truck's tank before she pushed herself back to her feet and went chasing after the biker once more.

I'll keep you like an oath

Glancing back over his shoulder, the criminal did a double take as he saw Go Go still pursuing him. Grabbing his uzi again, the criminal pointed it at Go Go's speeding form. Before he could pull the trigger, Go Go hurled the other disk on her wrist at the man, the projectile whizzing through the air before striking the gun and knocking it from the man's grasp. Holding out her hand, the humming from Go Go's wrist increased, causing the disk to come spinning back to her and lock back in place.

"May nothing but death do us part..."

Quickly grabbing hold of the handlebars of his motorcycle with both hands, the criminal attempted to gun the engine and outrun Go Go. However, Go Go was nonetheless able to close in on the motorcycle with frightening ease. As she approached, Go Go tapped the top of one of her disk, causing a sheath covering up what appeared to be a saw blade installed in the disk to pull back, the blade spinning to life a moment later with a metal shriek. As Go Go came up next to the motorcycle, she pulled her arm back before slamming her disk against the bike's front wheel, the saw blade biting into the tire and spokes with a shower of sparks. A moment later, the front of the motorcycle collapsed, sending the rider flying over the handlebars. With a scream, the criminal hit the ground, his momentum causing him to tumble end over end before he came to a stop a few yards away, moaning in pain as his wrecked bike came to a halt a short distance away.

"This is Go Go," the young woman said as she skidded to a halt, "I've got my guy."

She wants to dance like Uma Thurman!

A few blocks away, Fred landed on top of an apartment building before rushing to the edge of the roof to look at the streets below. Quickly, Fred was able to spot the form of a fleeing motorcycle below.

"Got you!" Fred declared before he leapt from the roof. Soaring across the street, Fred planted his feet against the side of another building and leapt off, his arc carrying above and over the motorcycle and its rider.

Bury me 'til I confess!

"Stop, evil doer!" Fred shouted as he bounced off another building and landed in the street directly in the motorcycle's path. Instead of stopping however, the rider gunned the engine, shooting towards Fred at a frightening speed.

She wants to dance like Uma Thurman!

"I said stop!" Fred squeaked in fear before he hopped over the motorcycle just as it was about to hit him. Landing back on the street, Fred turned to see the motorcycle speeding away before he began chasing after it again, his long leaps allowing him to quickly gain ground.

And I can't get you out of my head

"Fire breath!" Fred shouted as he leapt over the motorcycle a second time. As he did, a tongue of fire erupted from the suit's mouth, which Fred used to create a wall of fire that crossed the street in front of the motorcycle. Letting out a cry of surprise, the rider attempted to slam on his brakes and swerve to the side, but only succeeded in causing the vehicle to topple on its side and sent both bike and rider skidding down the street. Before either could reach the flames, Fred landed on the motorcycle, stopping it cold, causing the rider to slam into the vehicle before he lay back on the street and groaned in pain.

"You see, we could have avoided all of this if you had just stopped when I asked," Fred commented with a shrug.

The blood, the blood, the blood of the lamb!

Speeding across the city rooftops, Tip piloted the van past one of the fleeing cars before flying back down to street level and coming to a stop.

"Alright, Honey, Wasabi!" Tip called over her shoulder, "You guys are up!"

In response, one of the van's sliding side doors opened and a young man and woman stepped out, allowing the van to shoot back up to the sky.

Is worth two lions, but here I am!

The young man was of African descent with a tall, muscular build and brown dreadlocks that was held back from his face by a red headband. He wore a black bodysuit underneath a teal-colored breastplate with matching gauntlets and pair of loose blue pants held up by a red sash. Black boots covered his feet and his brown eyes were obscured by a opaque visor that also covered his ears.

And I slept in last night's clothes and tomorrow's dreams

The young woman had a tall, willowy build with honey blonde hair that hung to the small of her back and lightly tanned skin. She wore a mauve colored bodysuit that extended to fingerless gloves on her hands under a purple and orange colored mini dress with an armored chest. A pair of mauve boots covered her feet while a purple helmet with orange highlights and an opaque visor sat on her head. A large, orange purse was slung around her shoulders, a heart-shaped display screen built into the front while a variety of multicolored balls lined the strap.

But they're not quite what they seem!

"You ready for this, Honey?" the young man questioned as he flicked his wrists, causing blades of aqua blue energy to erupt from his gauntlets.

"I'm ready, Wasabi," the young woman, Honey, replied as she entered a sequence of keystrokes into the display screen on her bag. A moment later, a port at one of the bag opened and deposited two bubblegum pink spheres into Honey's waiting hand.

I can move mountains

Suddenly, the fleeing car came screaming around the corner before it began barreling towards the pair.

"Aw shit!" the driver shouted, "It's two of those heroes!"

"Run them down!" one of the other thugs ordered, promoting the driver to slam on the accelerator.

I can work a miracle, work a miracle, uh oh

"Okay, Honey," the young man, Wasabi, said with a steady, focused tone, "Just like we practiced."

Honey answered with a simple nod of her head, her green eyes focused on the oncoming vehicle.

I'll keep you like an oath

The moment before the car struck either of them, both of the costumed heroes spun to the side, dodging the car like a matador avoiding a charging bull. As he spun, Wasabi also dropped to one knee and stuck both arms out to one side. As he finished his spin, Wasabi's plasma blades dug into the the side of the car, ripping through the tires and the undercarriage of the vehicle like a hot knife through butter. The sudden, catastrophic damage that Wasabi's blades inflicted on the car caused it to swerve violently to one side before flipping into the air.

"May nothing but death do us part..."

By this time, Honey had finished her spin and her gaze focused on the flipping car. Spinning her arm around in an identical motion to that of a softball pitcher, Honey flung the two spheres at the car. As they impacted with the car's metal frame, the sphere burst, causing a pink goo to cover the vehicle while tendrils of it shot out in every direction. A split second later, the tendrils had latched onto the surrounding buildings, creating a web of pink goo. As the occupants of the car screamed in panic, the vehicle stopped just before it hit the ground, anchored by the tendrils of goo. After the car's momentum was halted, it was yanked back into the air, eventually settling as it and its occupants were held suspended above the ground.

Flicking his plasma blades off as he walked up next to Honey, Wasabi bumped fists with the young woman, the two smiling as they marveled at their handiwork.

You'll find your way

A short distance away, the fleeing van tore through down the street, having manage to elude its police pursuit.

"I think we lost them!" the driver declared happily.

"Not yet!" the man sitting next to him shouted before pointing forward, "Look!"

And may death find you alive

Directly in the center of the road was a ten foot tall white mass made up of hundreds of miniature robots, each cylindrical in shape with ball joints at their centers. Standing at the top of the mass was a girl of Caucasian descent with a slim build and dirty blonde hair that she had pulled back in a short ponytail. She wore a black bodysuit that extend up to fingerless gloves over her hands. Over this, she wore a white breastplate, along with a pair of black boots. Her face was obscured by a white mask in the shape of a fox, with red lines on the cheeks and black tips on its ears.

Take me down the line

As the criminals watched, the girl spread her arms out, causing the mass of robots beneath her shift. A second later, the robots had formed a staircase which the girl walked down until she had reached the street.

In Gem City we turned the tide

Once she reached the street, the girl waved her hands about her head in graceful, fluid motions. As she did, the mass of miniature robots reformed, taking on the appearance of nine tail-like strands that extends from the girl's lower back. Once they had finished forming, the girl slid into a defensive stance, her palms open and facing the oncoming van.

"This is Riley," the girl said into her communicator, "I've got the van."

You'll find your way

"I think we're in trouble, guys," the driver muttered, his eyes going wide with fear.

"I don't care what she can do," the other criminal said, "She's just a little girl! We're going to go through her!"

At that, the driver floored the accelerator, sending the van rocketing towards Riley, who remained impassive in the face of the danger.

And may death find you alive

Leaning out of the passenger window, one of the criminals leveled an assault rifle at Riley and opened fire. Reacting quickly, Riley swept one arm in front of her, causing one of her tails to sweep around her and form a barrier between the girl and criminals, absorbing the gunfire. After a few moments, the criminal had exhausted his ammo and pulled himself back into the van as it continued speeding towards Riley.

Take me down the line

Lowering her shield, Riley focused on the oncoming van. As the van drew closer, she began swirling her arms in front of her, causing the miniature robots to form a pool in front of Riley. Then, right before the van struck her, Riley pointed one arm at the pool of robots before gesturing behind her and into the air with the other. The moment she did, the miniature robots sprang up, forming a ramp that arced up and over Riley.

In Gem City we turned the tide

The criminals screamed in shock as their van suddenly rode up the ramp into the air. As they drove, Riley spun one arm around in a corkscrew motion, causing the ramp of miniature robots to form a horizontal loop that caused the van to flip upside down and crash back to the ground on its roof. The van's remaining momentum caused it to skid along the street for a few yards, trailing a shower of sparks, before grinding to a halt, the men inside held upside down by their seatbelts and groaning in pain.

Chuckling to herself, Riley turned her attention skyward, where she spotted the flying van passing overhead. Gathering the robots around her, Riley gestured towards the van with one hand, causing a tendril of robots to shoot out and wrap around the van. With the rest of the robots condensing around her, Riley was pulled up into the air as van passed by, disappearing into the night as the wail of police sirens approached the area.

She wants to dance like Uma Thurman!

This is Car Six One Six!" a police officer yelled as he came screeching around a corner, the lights on his cruiser pulsing brilliantly, "I've got one of the suspect cars in my sight! I'm cutting them off at Third and Maple!"

Bury me 'til I confess

Sure enough, racing towards the police cruiser was the other car the criminals had been using. Seeing the police car approaching them, one of the car's four occupants leaned out of the window and opened fire with his assault rifle. Swearing, the officer ducked down and slammed on his breaks, causing his cruiser to swerve to a stop in the middle of the road as it was riddled with bullets. As the gunfire stopped, the man raised his head, only to see that the suspect vehicle was about to slam into him.

She wants to dance like Uma Thurman

A split second before the criminals slammed into his car, a large figure dropped between them. The driver of the car's eyes widened in surprise as the figure suddenly reached down and slammed its hands against the hood of the vehicle, crushing its engine and stopping it cold.

And I can't get you out of my head

Blinking in surprise, the police officer looked up at his savior. The person was a towering figure with a bulky build. They were dressed head to toe in red armor with black lining and blue highlights. The head was relatively small compared to the rest of the body, and the face was completely obscured by a black, glass faceplate while a pair of large wings were attached to its upper back.

I can move mountains

As the officer looked up at the large figure, he saw a smaller one slide off the first's back. This figure seemed to be the inverse of the first, standing as short as a child and dressed in blue armor with red highlights. The most noticeable differences in the armor was that the gauntlets were disproportionately large and that it ended near his knees, showing the smaller figure was wearing black sneakers.

I can work a miracle, work a miracle, uh oh

"Are you alright, officer?" the smaller figure asked, his voice sounding distorted and his face obscured by his helmet's visor.

"Uh….yeah, I think so," the officer replied as he moved to get out of his car.

I'll keep you like an oath

"Please remain where you are, officer," the larger figure said as he turned around and held out a hand to stop to the cop, his voice also oddly low and distorted, "You may have suffered injuries you are not currently aware of. Please await the arrival of incoming paramedics."

"May nothing but death do us part..."

"O-Okay, I'll stay-" the police officer began to say before he looked past the large figure and his eyes went wide, "Shit, look out!"

I can move mountains

Looking over his shoulder, the large figure saw two of the criminals pulling themselves out of the wreckage of their car. Stumbling a few steps, one criminal caught himself and pointed his assault rifle at the large figure.

"Hey, freak!" the criminal called with a savage grin as he pulled the trigger.

I can work a miracle, work a miracle, uh oh

Before the bullets could leave the gun, the large figure raised his arm in front of him as a panel on his forearm opened up. A split second later, a humming noise came from the large figure's arm before a translucent, blue field of energy extend from the figure's arm, rapidly expanding to a dozen feet across. As the bullets rocketed towards the large figure, they impacted the energy field before bouncing off harmlessly.

As the gunman stopped firing, both he and the large figure looked down at the crumpled bullets, a look of shock on the criminal's face. Slowly, the criminal raised his head to look at the large figure, only to find he was now pointing pointing the clenched fist of his other hand at the gunman.

"Hello," the large figure greeted as four engine ports opened up on the gauntlet, glowing blue as they powered up. A moment later, the gauntlet, still clenched into a fist, shot off the large figure's hand and rocketed through the air towards the gunman. The criminal only had time to let out a squeak of fear before the flying fist hit him dead center in the chest, the projectile lifting him off his feet and carrying him through the air before slamming him against a nearby lamppost, the force bending the metal post slightly.

I'll keep you like an oath

Seeing this, the other criminal quickly reached to his belt and drew a pistol before pointing it at the large figure. Seeing this, the smaller figure held one arm out towards the criminal, the fingers of his hand splayed wide. A low hum came from the gauntlet a moment before the pistol was suddenly yanked out of the criminals hand.

"I'll take that," the smaller figure taunted as he caught the gun out of the air before raising his other fist and pointing it at the criminal, "And you can have this."

As the smaller figure finished speaking, a small panel opened up on the back of the raised gauntlet. A moment later, something small was shot out of the panel with a hiss and struck the criminal in the chest. Looking down, the criminal saw that a small, black disk had attached itself to the front of his shirt. Before he could investigate the disk further, a jolt of electricity suddenly surged out of the device, causing the man to convulse for a moment before falling over unconscious.

"May nothing but death do us part..."

Holding out his hand, the large figure allowed his gauntlet to reconnect to the rest of his armor before he gave the smaller figure a thumbs up.

"Nice job, Big Guy," the smaller figure said with a nod before he turned his attention back to the officer and handed him the criminal's gun, "Uh, here you go, officer. You should probably hold on to this."

"Uh, sure," the officer replied as he took the gun and put it to the side, "Thanks for your help."

"All in day's work," the smaller figure replied with a shrug before climbing up onto the larger figure's back.

"Hiro," Tip said from over their communicators, "All the bad guys have been taken down."

"Nice work, everyone," Hiro congratulated, "Let's all meet up back at home base."

"Sounds good," Tip agreed.

"Alright, Baymax," Hiro said as he settled onto the larger figure's back, "Let's fly."

In response, Baymax's wings snapped open before engines built into the soles of his feet sprung to life. A moment later, Baymax rocketed into the sky, carrying Hiro up into the air before they shot over the rooftops, quickly joined by the flying van as they made their way together across the city.

Unbeknownst to any of them, a figure standing on a nearby rooftop had witness most of the night's proceedings. The figure was a woman with long, jet black hair, vibrant green eyes and a pale complexion. She wore a black bodysuit over her slim physique, along with black boots and a black trenchcoat. As she watched the team disappear into the city, she reached into the pocket of her coat and retrieved a cellphone before placing it to her ear.

"Good evening, sir," she said without tone or inflection of any kind, "I have completed my observation."

"Well done, Phantasma," a voice sounding like the unholy offspring of a text-to-speech program and an electric larynx replied, "Report back to base. I believe it is time for us to begin Phase Two."

A/N: And here we go again. Thank you all again for your feedback from the end of the last story. Made me very excited to begin this one. Hope you all enjoyed it as well! In case anyone was wondering, the son in this chapter is Uma Thurman by Fall Out Boy. As always, reviews and critiques are always welcome, so please review! Later!