Teodoro
The screech of tires and the sputtering of an engine alerted the local capes of a new arrival as an old beater car skid to a stop safely outside of the medical tent set on the beach. Stepping from the car was a tall feminine figure dressed in a lab coat and medical mask who, if anyone were to approach, would smell strongly of blood and sterilization chemicals. A plastic case is gripped in her right hand as they began to rush towards the tent with a shout of "Point me to the red tags! Medical tinker Cronenberg on site!" A voice not quite commanding but expectant. 

The medical tinker was quick to begin making commands of any medical staff who wasn't immediately busy. Their case would be placed on a cart and opened to reveal the various medical supplies inside. Barebones but tinkers make do. That's what they are good for. "Let me handle the critical and last hopes!"
Gertrude
As Cronenberg stepped out of their car the scene unfolding before them was chaotic. As they walked to the medical area the scene around them was impossible to ignore. Out to sea there wasn't just one endbringer, no there were four identical copies of Behemoth standing in a line. A glowing cable seemed to be passing through all of them leading back to the beach. The cable was in the hands of a tall man in a full set of bronze armour, Excalibur the leader of Vanguard. Next to him another cape dressed in the style of an outlaw in those classic western films held a large javelin attached to another cable. Floating on the surface of the water a short distance from one of the Behemoths was a smoking mass of charred flesh. In the air above the Enbringers a dozen flying capes circled above, weaving and dodging as lightning shot out towards them.

Cronenberg knew what they were here to do though and stepped into the medical area. It wasn't so much a tent as it was a fenced off area filled with whatever they could use for medical beds. Around 20 medical staff rushed around tending to the wounded, giving basic first aid and organising them according to the triage system. One of the paramedics who was tending to a man with a gash on his head looked up to Cronenberg as they shouted and simply pointed to the corner of the medical area. Six people lay on beds in the area along with three people standing over them who could only be capes.

The most recognisable of the three was a woman dressed in a blue dress with a white apron, cap and face mask with a domino mask concealing her eyes. Large red crosses are emblazoned on her shoulders and chest with an armband on her left arm with the logo of Vanguard. This was Panpharmacon, Vanguards one and only healer. Her hands were placed on the chest of one of the injured men who seemed to be regrowing the entire bottom half of his body.

The other two capes were less familiar to Cronenberg, one dressed in blue and white armour stood defiantly seemingly uncaring as to what happened around him. The other was a woman dressed in purple. She wore a pencil skirt, a blouse and jacket with a wide brimmed hat at an angle which had a mask built in concealing her face. Over her left shoulder a short cape fluttered in the wind as light reflected off the bronze bird pin she wore on her hat. She had one hand on the stoic cape and another on one of the injured person below her. Said persons injuries seemed to vanish as similar wounds appeared on the armoured cape.

That left four more people marked as critical for Cronenberg to assist with, each of them had what looked like regular nurses and doctors doing their best to stabilise them.
Teodoro
Cronenberg would suck in a sharp breath through their teeth as they looked at the state of the critical cases and nodded her head. She had been wanting to practice with her skills and she needed the rep but this won't be easy. With her cart she would make her way to the critical patients with urgency. She would politely step in with one and carefully inform the doctors of her intention to provide care. With the basic courtesy out of the way she would take a deep breath and open the flood gates of her mind, letting the tinker inspiration take hold of her. Nothing too grotesques, this is an emergency. There will be time for her own form later. "Alright. I will be trying my best to get this person back to stable and as best as I can do.."

She knew getting into the details of her specialty would only drive people to not trust her so instead she would stick to tinker enhanced medical care. She didn't have the material for anything big right now anyway. Not with the living patients. She would pull on a pair of gloves and speak "Right. What am I working with? Fill me? I don't have any materials for organ failure right now but I can work with anything not completely destroyed." She would tell one of the doctors as she stepped up to the bed. And so she began her work.
Robert
In a flash of green, another cape appeared, standing a little hunched over with another, armored cape slung over her shoulder. They were missing a leg and arm, blood still seeping a little out of the heavily bandaged appendages. Andromeda, She'd been here for a good few minutes now, quickly delivering injured to the triage area, as it's open air nature gave her a good window in and out.

"I have another who needs immediate attention, They've just gone uncon and have lost a lot of blood!" She screamed, hoping some medics would come relieve of her this weight on her shoulder. The poor bastard, she wasn't entire sure he was going to make it in time, with damage like this. At least Panpharmacon was here and...

Her eyes widened at the sight of Cronenberg, Somewhat she'd never seen before, working on patients. "Another medic cape?" She muttered to herself, hoping she was right.
Gertrude
As Cronenberg stepped over to one of the critical patients, a woman whose costume was completely burned black and her skin wasn't much better. The doctor manually pumping a bag he had intubated the patient with. At the same time he seemed to be attempting to uncap and administer prepacked syringes in one hand. Without looking up he began to speak.

*"Multiple lacerations, broken spine, third degree burns and severe radiation poisoning. We just need to keep her alive long enough for Panpharmacon or Nightingale."*

The doctors explanation went uninterrupted as Andromeda appeared nearby, clearly they were expecting capes to teleport in and out. They couldn't afford to get distracted if they had any hope of keeping their patients alive. Several nurses did look up though, rushing over to the newly arrived cape and hauling the injured body onto a nearby bed. One of them snapped their head in Andromeda's direction.

*"Can you do chest compressions?"*
Teodoro
Cronenberg would roll up her sleeve as she began to make work. She firstly aided in uncapping the syringes before getting closer. She didn't know if they would allow her to properly tinker but she can atleast help with the breathing. Maybe the radiation too. Broken spine will be hard.

"I can fix the spine, I think, and get them breathing on their own. It's going to be messy but the healers can go over it."

She took a quick peak back at Andromeda, nodded, but went back to the doctors. She would look around between the doctors as if to ask 'are you going to stop me?' but began the work that would be most needed. Starting with air flow. Her tools reached out to begin carving away to get an airway. Unnaturally still hands guided by an alien concious as much as a human.
Robert
That chance glance between the two of them, would it come to anything more, Andromeda wondered. Not for a moment too long, the care for it past as quickly as it came, And she hastily nodded to the nurses. She'd taken CPR and FAST classes before to prepare for scenarios. Maybe not for scenarios as dire as this, but she was going to be more help than not.

With the weight off her shoulders, she hastily followed the nurses and aimed to follow their instructions for the time being, with this recent cape being the last... Saveable, person she'd seen so far in the field. Still, as she was quick on her way to help triage efforts, she stole another glance at Cronenberg. What was her deal? Was she... Performing surgery? She said she could fix his spine- was that really such a fast procedure that it could be done in the field?

Andromeda ached to learn more about it, but at a time like this, she couldn't afford to divert any more attention to it. She simply turn her head back to the task at hand.
Gertrude
Cronenberg began to work on their new patient. The knowledge granted to them by their shard helping guide them the entire way. Even then this wasn't an easy task, the damage was severe and this would take a while. As they continued to do their best to stabilise their patient a nagging thought would linger at the back of their mind.

It would be so easy to improve them. So simple.

A short distance away from Cronenberg Andromeda got to work pumping the chest of Behemoths victim. As she gave him a manual heartbeat one of the nurses ran over with a portable oxygen tank and mask, placing it over the injured man.

*"Stop compressions for a moment and check for a heartbe-"*

The very earth beneath their feet seemed to shake as ear bursting roar filled the air followed by an awful hissing sound. Turning to look in the direction of the Endbringer would reveal a scene straight from hell. The four Behemoths were shrouded in a veil of steam as the water surrounding the instantly boiled. The water that was still liquid was on fire. Several cape that moments ago were flying through the air fell to the surface of the water in flaming heaps. Dreadnought hovered much closer to shore now with her cape still burning and her costumed charred. 

For a split second the world seemed to go still, and then the four behemoths snapped back into one. A very large hole going through his chest, not that it seemed to slow him down as he began to charge for the shore.
Teodoro
Cronenberg's hands moved with a precision and calm despite the chaos. They could feel the urge of their mind to carve deeper, stitch one to the other, make them whole. It made her grit her teeth and huff in a breath. It annoyed her that she couldn't just. Do it.

"So broken. I could fix you..."

A mutter that would be lost in the triage's noise. She had to pull her hands back before they caught her doing anything not in the unspoken agreement. She ran a bloody hand through her hair and got back to work unconcerned with the red staining her hair and skin. 

"I'm done with this one."

An annoyed huff as she pulled away and began to move towards the patient with Andromeda. She needed to check if she could do something with this one. Maybe someone this bad she could get away with improving. Fixing. Like they needed to fix herself. No time to worry about behemoth. She couldn't help there.
Robert
Perhaps not Cronenberg, but Andromeda certainly could. She left the care of the dying cape to her with a nod. Andromeda took quick note of the.. Costume? It seemed rather basic, but at least the large C on her coat made it stand out.

"Doc" She said to Cronenberg, with a lack of a better name at hand "I'm going to head back out there and find who ever is still alive. If there is anything you can do to get some of these people battle ready again, I think we have a reason to go for it. If there is anything I can do to help, let me know, I can get almost anywhere, and bring almost anything with me."

With that said, she looked out above into the grim skies, void now of most of those capes she saw just a moment ago fall like flies. With a green energy crackling around her, she prepared to wrap.
Gertrude
The momentary distraction of Behemoth's inferno was just that and almost immediately the medical staff got back to work. There wasn't time to be distracted. Cronenberg moved Andromeda's patient and began their analysis. No pulse, no unassisted breathing. A nurse desperately pumped oxygen into the mans lungs manually whilst giving one handed chest compressions as Andromeda stepped away. Cronenberg could possibly save the man but it would be difficult. There were others around that they might be able to help for sure.

As Andromeda called out a woman stood and began to limp towards her. She wore a tattered pure white costume with a skirt and cape. Her exposed right shoulder bore a very familiar tattoo, why anyone would want a swastika etched permanently on their body was a good question indeed.

*"Ca-can you get me closer?"*

Talking seemed to cause her physical pain. Every step only making it worse.

*"Just a little. I can slow him down."* 

As she approached the world seemed to grow dimmer, as if the light was being smothered.
Teodoro
Cronenberg turned her head slowly to look over her shoulder to Andromeda and gave the slightest nod. Her eyes seemed unfocused and she turned once more back to the man beneath her. She left this one- he would die but she needed a better subject. She found one of the nearer capes as she walked past the injured cape who had began speaking to Andromeda. She pulled her toolkit with her as she stepped over to one of the critical cases. This one would do. 

"I can fix them, sure."

And like that, Cronenberg's hesitance was shattered across the rocks and she began to cut. She let the flood of inspiration overwhelm her as she began to tap into her tinker power. The shard was left off it's chain and Max was swallowed by it as her hands moved with their own mind. She would *Fix them.* Broken bones used as components for armoring of the organs, muscles being sewed together to maximize power, all the works. Andromeda had made a mistake in her wording and she was going to find just how horrible a tinker can be. Wait til they get a look of her new perfections.

"Time to rise."

Organs were cannibalized to fix the important parts, teeth were sharpened to points, jaw broken to allow more range of motion. Something grotesque was being carved into being from the flesh of the broken. Cronenberg felt like she was ontop of the world as her tinkering instinct was allowed to meet it's true purpose. No more wasting space on the dying, Cronenberg would be allowed to fix them. Truly innovate on the weak bodies that she had been previously not allowed to have.

Let loose the abominations.
Robert
"_I can._"

Andromeda sized her up for only a moment, though seeing her tattoo did not stall her. In an event like this, Feuds were set aside for the better of humanity. There was always the chance that this was a bad idea for her own safety, But Andromeda recalls the events of gold morning like it was yesterday. What it took for even just a small victory like that. Where they ended up. 

Even as the light around the edges of her sight dimmed, She gripped at the Cape's costume as the green energy soon enveloped them both. They were gone in a flash, Thousands of feet into the air, and without warning, warping again, each time closer and closer, higher and higher.
Gertrude
As Cronenberg began to carve flesh they would see a flash of green energy as Andromeda and her passenger vanished from sight. This left them to do their thing with their vict-patient beneath them. It was as though her body was on autopilot, pure instinct, sheer creative drive guiding her actions. She didn't notice when the nurse stepped back, her face twisted in horror and what was happening before her. Her eyes shifted towards Northstar and Panpharmacon before darting back to Cronenberg. The formerly dying body sat up, their head turning to look at Cronenberg with a toothy unnatural smile. The nurse looked as though she was about to scream where it not for the sudden shaking of the air and ground as a flying cape sped overhead in a blur.

Andromeda and her passenger moved higher and higher into the air. Getting closer and closer to Behemoth as he continued his rampage towards the crowded city. From this height the devastation below was far more obvious. A huge trench was visible under the surface of the water leading from the remains of the strange island in the distance. The water sputtered and boiled around Behemoth as dozens of floating corpses cooked. The woman let go of Andromeda as her entire body seemed to shift into a glimmering light.

"*You best get to safety Miss.*"

She raised her wrist to her mouth.

"*I'm charging my Laser, I need 15-20 secon-*"

A defiant shout filled the air. So distinctive that it seemed to cut through the noise of battle. Solaris looked below at the source of the sound. A woman in purple with long black hair and a feathered cape, sped towards Behemoth in a blur. Solaris looked back to Andromeda.

"*Quick go now.*"

The world seemed to darken before the white clad cape vanished from sight in a sphere of darkness as the cape below smashed directly into Behemoths face. The hulking beast forced to take a step back.

As everyone back at the first aid area was distracted by the sudden appearance of another Alexandria Package, Cronenberg could see multiple over critically wounded people all around. People who could be saved.
Teodoro
A surge of cruel delight filled Cronenberg as her creation sat up. She moved to the critically wounded with the airy demeanor of someone experiencing the greatest of highs. She felt like her projects could be made manifest. She felt, most of all, like she could fix these people. Cure them of their weak bodies.

"More. I still have time to fix more."

While the medical staff was distracted, she cleared the room. She could not only save them but improve them, stitch them back together in new and interesting ways. Her body was on autopilot at this point, driven by a tinkering fugue. She glanced at the nurses and the active healer capes in caution but unless any stepped forward to stop her, she would keep going. Damn the consequences, no one can stop her apotheosis now.
Robert
Andromeda did as advise, not taking the chance to stick around and see what might happen if she stayed. She fell free fall through the air as she let the energy of her breaker state flow over he, and warped back to the visible opening in the triage area. She didn't have anyone to bring around with her this time, but that was probably for the best.

"Doctor?!" She exclaimed, a panic setting in as she watches her rend flesh anew in form. Andromeda wasn't exactly sure if she should step in, after all she'd pseudo authorized this endeavor, even if she didn't have any real authority. On the other hand, she didn't see how this monstrosity she created from the dead and the dying, could do anything to behemoth.

She strode up to cronenberg with a hefty step and reached for her by the coat, using a hand covered in the expanse of her breaker state to assist in the sudden grasp. 

"You were supposed to get them ready to fight! What exactly can this do to behemoth?!"

It was probably telling, that Andromeda seemed more concerned about their capabilities, than their form. It was monstrous, no doubt, but during an endbringer fight, desperate times called for desperate measures. The only thing was, the one thing she was hung up on?

It was a waste of life, if all cronenberg had managed was to entertain herself. That anger fueled Andromeda, as she waited for the tinker's answer
Gertrude
Andromeda warped back to the triage area having delivered her package of one Nazi cape. As she arrived she was met with a panic by several nurses who seemed to be moving away from Cronenberg. From the corner of the room the three other capes helping with the wounded had clear looks of disgust on their face yet they didn't move to do anything. The fact they were currently in the process of saving lives may have had something to do with that.

As she approached the tinker the world seemed to darken. Up in the sky where she had left the cape there was now a pure black sphere, or rather a sphere of complete nothingness. Then, light returned to the world as a glowing humanoids shape floated high in the air. The blur that was her hand extended out in the direction of Behemoth, a voice came through auidble from several peoples wristbands.

"*Five, four, three...*"

As she began to count down both Cronenberg and Andromeda could see a sudden rush of activity. Down near the water front Quartermaster takes aim with her rifle. Near her Quickfire and Excalibur prepare a third empowered spear and cable. Lower than the cape Andromeda dropped off another flying hero with a British flag for a cape flew up along side another female cape, both surrounded by sparkling energy.

"*Two..*"

Dreadnought and the newly arrived Alexandria package speed towards Behemoth, dropping low and weaving between lightning strikes. Then like two mirror images they spun in the air before rocketing skywards, delivering twin punches to the jaw of the Endbringer lifting the beast out of the water. Both seemingly bursting into flames as they did so.

"*One!*"

The cape high in the sky suddenly split into four a moment before unleashing a massive laser directly into Behemoth, centre mass. She was not alone however, her pure white lasers were joined by Captain Meteors crimson beams, Fairy's explosive projectiles, Quartermasters plasma shot and another tinker's large artillery piece. The force of these combined managed to launch Behemoth a good 50 meters back into the sea onto his back. 

A colossal roar shook the city. An animalistic rage fuelled scream. Back at the triage area the buildings around them shook from the power behind it, windows shatter and glass rained down upon the injured and dying. Then silence, followed by a loud cracking sound as a huge chunk of concrete broke free from a nearby tower and headed straight towards Andromeda, Cronenberg, the abominations and all the wounded.
Teodoro
Cronenberg's smile was filled with a sickening glee. They outstretched their hands and laughed in Andromeda's face. A giggly, mocking, laughter spilling forth from her. She couldn't help it. She felt high from the experience of letting go. Andromeda looked so narrow minded.

"I fixed them. They were weak and I fixed them. No more imperfect body. It will be better in the continuing fight."

Cronenberg looked up at the sky and felt the roar rip through the triage tent. That was probably bad but she still couldn't stop giggling. She did see the concrete, however, and pointed upwards. With a sigh, they called out to the abomination. She wasn't sure what it could actually do. Hopefully lasers or something.

"Stop that thing."
Robert
_'Fuck'_ Andromeda thought to herself, taking in all that was happening at once and trying to form a plan. The priority, something she could handle, was the falling debris. She began to channel her power, A crackling green energy sparking around her as she focused on warping the falling piece of rubble.

It would quickly become enveloped in a green sheen of energy, before disappearing in a flash just before striking the triage center. Instead of hitting them, it appeared elsewhere, above Behemoth with it's same momentum, essentially acting as a flying Brick, aimed straight for the maw of the collapsed gigantic endbringer. That'd hopefully shut him up... For a second.

Meanwhile she recovered herself from the roar, a splitting headache forming from the sound's sudden rip through the area. She was left reeling from the pain in her ears and was powerless to argue against the woman she just saved from being squashed, that her 'fix' might have just ruined and agnoized the existence of several capes. Still.. Anything to fight back against behemoth she thought. Even this was excusable, if it meant New london got to see tomorrow.
Gertrude
Cronenberg's.. Patients seemed confused as they look up at the incoming debris. Only for what was probably relief to appear on their face as andromeda's energy coated the rubble and it warped away, reappearing above the recently hit behemoth falling on him and smashing him to the ground his hulking body vanishing below the waves. 

Then the ground began to shake, the ocean boiling filling the air with scalding hot steam. Dreadnought and the other Alexandria package pull back closer to shore and the few other remaining flyers fleeing as quickly as possible. 

Silence followed, heads rapidly scanning the area for a sign of the missing Endbringer. A chorus of beeps rang out from every armband, a short message appearing on the display.

*Behemoth has Fled*

Shouts of relief filled the air as, for just a moment, people were distracted from the death that surrounded them. In that time Cronenberg felt a hand on their should, the woman in purple, Nightingale.

"*You should probably leave, before they remember you just tinkered on helpless people with out permission.*"

Her voice was quiet yet clear.