Back in black!

Skeptic walked through the long sterile hallways towards the chamber of the assembly.

As he emerged into the now empty, repurposed airplane factory hangar, the mutterings of a 100 thousand people echoed across the metal lined walls, creating a low reverberation, shaking him ever so gently.

Climbing onto the stage, he neared the massive throne at it head, where Shigaraki Tomura, their new leader presided over them and the assembly.

He wasn't the biggest fan of their new officer core, especially that upstart calling himself the grand commander.

But he trusted in the judgement of Re-Destro, the man that built up the revolution from it's cinders, back into a roaring flame, one that would soon consume this nation and then, the whole world!

"My liege, we are ready." He said.

"Good! Are the heroes here?" Re-Destro asked.

"They've surrounded the city's southern edge, along with the army and the police."

"Great! We'll deal with them all at once then!" Re-Destro replied, almost too cheerfully.

"Well then it's time to begin, isn't it?"

"Yes!" Shigaraki said, standing up from his throne.

"Let me, my liege!" Re-Destro said, taking the microphone.

"Comrades! If I may have your attention!" He shouted, as a slow hush descended upon the hall.

"Today we are gathered here for the culmination of our decades long struggle to achieve our dream.

A dream of a freer world! One where we can use our quirks as it suits us, without some secretive government task force bearing down on us, shooting our dogs, raiding our houses, arresting some kid who used his flame quirk to grill barbeque!

And it's all thanks to our glorious leader, the grand commander of the Paranormal Liberation Front, Tomura Shigaraki!" He said, swerving his hand, and pointing at the man himself, as Shigaraki took confident, wide steps forward, with the swagger of a king, and took hold of the mic.

"I'm not one for grand speeches or motivational one-liners, I'll just say this.

All that we've sacrificed, bled and sweat for, remember it today as you fight for your lives, and for a newer, more honest era.

Let's instill fear into the hearts of men, and show them what our convictions are made of!

This is our holy war!

Let's kill them all, let God sort them out!" He said, with a raised fist.

"Yeah!"

"Kill kill kill!"

"Let's Go!"

Cheers rang out across the stadium.

"And with that, let's discuss today's musical accompaniment, chosen by popular vote.

The marching anthem of the imperial japanese military.

We won't be using this.

Why? It's too damn boring! No imagination in the lot of you!

So we're going to play something that 5th commander Hijikata has chosen instead.

An anthem perfect for the ocassion, fitting the theme!" Shigaraki cackled.

"Bring it on, Hijikata!" He called out, as the hangar door fell open, revealing the military and heroes in the distance, choppers hovering and circling the city, just as the rock and roll theme came on.

Shigaraki turned back to his throne, grabbing his pitch black coat with a blood red, horn laden, fur lining, flipping it onto his shoulders, fluttering in the wind, as the lyrics came along, skipping to the beat.

"Let's give 'em hell boys!" Hijikata shouted, as the army marched out, in full gear.

Back in black

I hit the sack

I've been too long, I'm glad to be back

Yes, I'm let loose

From the noose

That's kept me hanging about

I've been looking at the sky

'Cause it's gettin' me high

Forget the hearse 'cause I never die

I got nine lives

Cat's eyes

Abusin' every one of them and running wild

'Cause I'm back

Yes, I'm back

Well, I'm back

Yes, I'm back

Well, I'm back, back

Well, I'm back in black

Yes, I'm back in black

On the other end of the city, the heroes and the military lined up, as the thumping of the PLF's boots shook the ground itself.

"Hmm...Hijikata definitely has some good taste in music!" I said.

"What?" The pilot asked.

"The song? They're playing a song, like a war theme. It's pretty good."

"Huh?" The pilot intoned, focusing on the dull, distant thrum of beats.

"Oh yeah! That's a great beat! What's it called?"

"We can ask the soldiers we capture about it?" I suggested.

Best not give them any ideas about my connections to the PLF.

It's close now. Very close.

I turned to look at the artillery lines forming up, as the heroes lined up in a large semicircle.

Looks like someone's gonna be trying a flanking maneuver, maybe double envelopment.

Not half bad these guys.

It's sad though, how quirks have reduced us back to fucking infantry-line tactics.

When I'm in power, this is gonna change, fast.

I'm gonna be making individual squadrons with compatible quirks and specialized tactics.

Like an army of seal team sixes, but better.

Maybe I'll even add a line of clone soldiers with One For All knockoffs.

I even had just the girl for template ready.

All that was left was-

Bzzt!

The radio came to life as the platoon commander's voice rang through.

"Ready to fly, Seargent?"

The pilot picked up the radio reciever and answered.

"Sir, Yes Sir!"

"Good, takeoff's in ten. Aim for a North to Northwest round then circle back. Over and out!"

The pilot turned to me.

"You ready?" He asked.

"I was born ready." I said, smiling confidently.

"But just one last trip to the bathroom. Be back in two."

I jumped off the helicopter and ran to the port-a-potty, for one last piss.

Never leave without taking a piss, I like to say.

You don't know when you'll get to pee next after all!

Especially in a war.

By the time I was back, the PLF was almost within range, charging straight ahead.

They're faster than I thought! How surprising.

A bit too surprising!

I check them out with my psychic sense and found the reason for their boost.

Trigger. It was fucking trigger in the cool-aid.

How Jonestown! Just what I'd expect from a cult!

The artillery aimed at the encroaching forces, the major assigned to this operation took up the loudspeaker.

"Meta Liberation Army! You're surrounded by the military!

Surrender immediately and you'll be spared, but fight? And you'll be lunchmeat! I'll count to thre-"

Bam!

A spike of blue, resplendant ice struck him, literally falling out of the bright blue sky, and a mini continent of ice descended from the clouds, blotting out the sun.

Geten!

"Take cover!" I yelled, as did others.

And just in time too, as a bombardment of ice spikes fell upon us, taking out the air support we had brought along.

Thankfully, I hadn't gotten into my chopper yet, or I'd have to reveal my true power right there and then!

Not that it'd be long now. I just needed the perfect opportunity for it.

Imagine, hero fights the dark lord, gets felled on battle but rises up again, with sheer willpower, inspiring every one around with his jesus powers.

That's exactly what I was going for!

But that might now come sooner than later.

The ice that had just wiped out our artillery slowly rose up, reforming into the floating sky island, readying itself for another round.

Fuck!

I rose up from behind the truck I had hidden in, and called out.

"Shoto! Any fire users! Aim for the ice! He can't produce it, he can only control the ice that's already there! Once his ice is gone, he'll be useless!"

Shoto nodded and aimed at the sky, as all across the battle lines, pillars and missiles of flame rose up, engulfing the mini-Laputa.

"Bakugo!" I shouted.

"What?!" He asked.

"Can you deal with the ice guy? It's going to take too long at this rate! It's very im-"

"No need to say it twice, you bastard! I'm on it!" He said, before he exploded upwards, soaring through the sky straight him. On the other end of the lines, Ryukyu did the same, transforming into her dragon form and following after him.

Just as Bakugo left, Aizawa-sensei ran over.

"Classes 1A, 1B, 2A and 3B, take perimeter positions to the south and southeast. Make sure no one escapes. Classes 2B and Support courses, take the west, up the hillsides. The rest of you, with me! You too Haru, Midoriya, Shoto!"

"Yes sir!" We replied and followed after him.

"With air support down, we'll need to take him down from behind. We'll take the backroads and meet up with Sir Nighteye and Best Jeanist's teams. Then, we'll make a move on his platform at the back. Come on, let's go! Haru, lead the way!" he added, before taking off in the direction of the mountains.

We nodded and followed after him, taking a path across the backalleys, as I projected eyes all around, scouting the way ahead.

Behind us, the ice-Laputa began to crack, as a volcanic shower fell from the sky alongside the hail of ice.

What? Where is the volcanic shower coming from?

I gave the island a scan and found out the reason.

It was Twice. Or a clone, cuz I could sense a Twice back in their base and another 4000 Twices in the PLF vanguard.

He was making clones of one Heatblast looking guy over and over again as they plummeted to their deaths, like a kamikaze suicide bombing lava shower.

Yeah no, the whole flanks gonna die. No way they survive that crap.

Unless?

Checking out the area below, I found a desperate Cementoss making a mad dash for the extended flank, creating shelters everywhere.

He had been placed on the weaker end to push the PLF into the stronger flank and air support's bombing zone with his mobile cement barriers, like a bulldozer.

A stupid choice in retrospect, given how easily the enemy has curbstomped nearly 15 fighter jets and 40 helis.

Real stupid move on the part of the military command.

One that I'd warned them on.

But nooo. Why listen to the guy who knows about their enemy's capabilities?

Let's listen to the dipshit major who's been sitting on his ass for 30 years in All Might's era of peace!

Fucking idiots!

Then again, it's better this way, at least for me.

Less resistance against my regime.

I used telekinesis to trip Cementoss, and give him a brain aneurysm.

There we go. No one to save the heroes now.

Can't allow the brave and the heroic to be an actual force against me, now can we?

Though, I'd have liked to save the air force for myself.

Eh, I'll rewind their time later on, no sweat.

For now, it was time to assassinate Shigaraki!