IRONROCK

by Gunman

Disclaimer: I do not own Black Lagoon or Iron Man.

Summary: When a gang of mercenaries steal a high-tech suit of armor from Tony Stark, ultimately falling into Rock’s hands, the salaryman becomes a new kind of superhero.

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Chapter 2

Suit Of Iron

High above the waters near the Indian Ocean, a transport plane was flying towards the city of Roanapur. Inside the plane, a pair of thieves were busy trying to open the steel locker with a crowbar.

“Will you leave that alone!” one of the thieves said.

“Not until I find out what’s inside this thing!” a second thief said.

“It says ‘Outdated Boat Parts’. Hell, that’s why we grabbed it. Someone like Tony Stark wouldn’t miss something like this, or fuss over trying to get it back. Maybe someone in Roanapur can use it, but why do you want to know what’s inside?”

“Are you kidding? The thing’s made of steel and got an electronic keypad. ‘Outdated Boat Parts’ wouldn’t need something like that, so either they’re made of gold or...”

“There’s something else inside it.” the first thief said, finally understanding where his friend was going with this.

“Right.” the second said.

Suddenly, an explosion rocked the plane.

“What was that?” the second thief asked.

“An explosion? But who would attack a cargo transport?” the first thief asked.

The pair raced over to the nearest windows, on opposite sides of the plane, and looked out to see two helicopters hovering around them.

“What the hell are those?” the first thief asked.

“They look like Airwolf’s!” the second thief said.

“They’re called Bell 222B’s!”

“What do they want?”

“What do you think?”

“You mean... hijackers?”

One of the Bell’s, equipt with a high-caliber machine gun, opened fire on the transport, damaging it’s right engine, causing it to slow as the second copter flew overhead and opened its doors to drop a quartet of ropes down to the cargo plane. Four men leaped out of the Bell and flew down the ropes, landing on the top of the plane and planting a large explosive device on the roof.

The bomb explodes the roof open, the four men jumping down in order to take out the inside crew. However, the thieves had weapons as well.

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Several miles from the city of Roanapur, a certain Japanese salaryman rested against the hard rock of what looked like a naturally made dock, and cast his fishing pole back into the ocean.

Rokuro ‘Rock’ Okajima had been given the day off, and was actually taking advantage of it.

Dutch had suggested he go fishing away from the city. Benny had driven him, and here he was, just fishing and relaxing.

No missions, no paperwork, no one shooting at him, no Revy, and no pesky fish to bother him.

He was so relaxed that he didn’t notice the explosion overhead, or the sharp whistling that proceeded it. Though the whistling got louder the closer it got to him, he didn’t really notice anything until...

CRASH!!

“What the hell?” Rock gasped as the loud crash and what felt like a small earthquake caught his attention.

Looking back he saw that something had crashed only a few meters from where he was sitting. He raced over to it and saw that the object which had crashed into a small pile of jagged rocks was actually a metal storage crate of some kind. Further up the beach there was a man laying face down in the sand. From the look of it, the metal crate had crashed and ejected the man from it.

“Huh? Hey! Are you al--right?” he gasped as he realized that it wasn’t a man, but what looked like a robot of some kind.

He gripped the side of the suit and lifted it with all his might. It took some doing, as the thing was heavier than it looked, but then Rock was stronger than he looked too, but he managed to flip the robot onto it’s back.

“Whoa! What is... hello? Are you alright?” he asked, feeling a little dumb, as he didn’t know if this robot was even active.

As he stared at the robotic humanoid, taking in the polished gray armor, the steel faceplate, and the silver sphere in its chest, then noticing that the damaged parts of the chest, head and shoulders were somehow shifting and changing, as if repairing itself.

What in the world is this...Is it actually healing itself? He wondered.

Within a few minutes, the damage to the armor was completely fixed. However, the system had been trying to reboot itself while it was making repairs.

As a result of this glitchy system, and the fact that Rock had been in the closest proximity to the suit at the time, the on-board security system had reconfigured itself, imprinting on him.

(Armor Diagnostics: Complete! Internal Systems Repair: Complete! Armor Repair: Complete! Armor Weapon Systems: On-Line! Thruster Control: Operational! Onboard Computer System: Operational!)

The helmet suddenly snaps off from the main body, revealing that there is no one inside the armor.

“What in...” Rock gasped.

(Please Place Helmet On Head!) The armor suddenly spoke.

Wary and curious at the same time, Rock picked up the helmet and put it on his head. Normally he wouldn’t have done such a thing, but logically, if this was a trap it was the most complicated and coincidental way of doing it. But then again, it wasn’t like there was anyone in the world who wanted him dead, and had the technology to spare to build this thing.

(Retinal Scan: Commencing!)

A soft light scanned both of Rock’s eyes, not causing him to breath.

(Retinal Scan: Complete. Initiating Biorhythm Scan.)

The helmet scans Rock’s biorhythm’s: his brainwave activity, his pulse, his heartbeat, and even his respiratory system and DNA from his hair.

(Bio-Scan: Complete. Wearer Accepted.)

“Wearer Accepted?” he asked. “What does that mean?”

(Please State Name.)

“Uh... Rokuro Okajima. Some people call me Rock.”

(Rokuro ‘Rock’ Okajima. Voice Recognition And Identity Confirmed.)

The scanning all done, the heads-up holographic display shows Rock what the armor is fully capable of doing. Its rocket boots for flight, its repulsor blasters in it’s palms, the short range tazer that fires from the top of its left hand, the vibro-knife that springs out of its right wrist, the on-board computer system and the reinforced high-impact armor.

“Whoa! It’s like this thing was built for war or something.” Rock gasped.

Just then, Rock’s cellphone went off.

Taking off the helmet, Rock fishes his phone out of his pocket and flips it’s on.

“Rock here.”

(Rock! It’s Dutch! Where are you?) The dark-skinned man shouted.

“Still at the beach, why?” he said, then noticing something. “Is that shooting I hear?”

(Yeah. We’re being attacked!)

“What? By who?”

(Don’t know, but they got a lot of firepower and they seem to be after Revy.)

That figures. He thought. “Anything I can do to help?” he asked.

(Not unless you’ve got a bazooka and can get here within the next two minutes, I don’t think there’s gonna be anything for you to come back to! I need to go, Dutch out!)

The phone went dead, but the Japanese salary man just looked down at it, as if lost. While it was nice of Dutch to call him, he wondered what he could have done. Or what he could do.

What am I going to do? I have to help them... but how? He thought, then looked at the armor. This is either luck or the biggest coincidence I’ve ever had!

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The last of the armor plating interlocked over Rock’s back, his face the only piece of skin revealed.

Okay, Rock. Just breath. Focus and concentrate. He thought to himself as the metal face plate came down and locked into place.

The controls for the armor were hard-wired into an electrical impulse control via the helmet. Using bio-feedback the wearer could control the entire armor and it’s weapons with a thought as well as actions.

The thrusters ignited, propelling Rock, unceremoniously, into the air.

“WWWWWWWWWWWWHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHOOOOOOOOOOOOAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA!!” he shouted as he blasted into the sky.

Twisting and weaving through the air like an erratic bumblebee on drugs, Rock quickly flew across the ocean waters, until he went down, into the water.

“MOOOOOOOOMMMMMMYYYYY!!”--SPLASH!

For several seconds, there was no sign of him. Then, an armored figure exploded out of the water, his body wrapped in seaweed and a fish wiggling between his neck and shoulder joints.

Rock shook it off and, despite his inexperience in flying, pushed himself in the direction of the Lagoon Traders office, right on the waterfront of Roanapur.

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The gang continued to fire at the Lagoon Traders office, using all kinds of machine guns and semi-auto hand pistols, and even a Gatling Gun mounted on a truck.

“Get Out Here Two-Hands And Die!” one of the gunmen shouted.

“Yeah! We Got A Score To Settle With You!” another one shouted.

“This is getting bad!” Benny shouted, lying flat on his belly, hands over his head.

“No Shit!” Revy shouted, reloading her guns.

“What the hell did you do to piss these guys off, Revy?” Dutch asked, taking cover behind the desk.

“Is that really relevant now?” the woman asked, trying to avoid this line of question.

“Hey! If I’m gonna die, I’d like to know why!” Dutch shouted back.

High above the ensuing chaos, a silver and gray figure swooped down, heading towards the heavy armored truck with the Gatling Gun. Rock was closing in on it, when he realized something.

He didn’t know how to stop!

Turning his body to go parallel with the ground, Rock crossed his arms and slammed hard into the armored truck, the force of the impact knocking the truck on it’s side, and giving the Japanese salaryman a headache.

“...ouch!” he groaned.

Everyone’s attention turned towards the hard crash. Even inside the Lagoon Trader’s office, three heads poked out of the blown-open office door.

“What the hell?” Revy asked as a man made of metal stepped out of the rubble and just groaned.

“That... hurt!” Rock groaned, holding his head with his hand.

“What is that?” Benny asked.

“I don’t know, but I hope he’s friendly.” Dutch asked.

“Who the hell are you?” one of the gunmen asked.

“I’m...” Rock started to say, only to catch himself. No reason to let these guys know who I am. “I’m here to stop your assault on this company!” he stated.

“So you’re with them? With Two-Hands? SHOOT HIM DOWN!” the gunman shouted to his men.

The gang fired at Rock, his armor protecting him rather well.

Alright, let’s see what this thing can do. Repulsors!

His hands opened up as he fired, sweeping the street with his hands and blasting the members in their chests, knocking them back a dozen meters off their feet.

Within a second it was all over.

Whoa. That was... easy. Rock thought as he looked at his hands.

“Damn! That was cool.” Benny said.

“Are you guys alright?” Rock asked, walking up to the trio.

“Uh... yeah. I just...” Revy started to say.

“What was that?” Dutch asked.

“Not exactly a bazooka, but it does the job.” Rock said.

Dutch gasped. “Rock?”

Revy and Benny looked at the dark-skinned man, then to the metal man, and just gasped.

“Long story.” Rock said.

“Alright, lets talk. Inside.” Dutch said.

However, as the group goes back inside, they were watched by a pair of shady figures.

“Did you see that?” the first man asked.

“Yes. It was Iron Man!” the second man said.

“Or at least one like him. We will need to call the others.”

“Of course.” the man said. Once Iron Monger arrives, we will have a new weapon to show the world our power!

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Authors Notes:

So? Tell me what you thought about this second chapter of IronRock. And yes, this whole story takes places after the Iron Man movie and no real place in the Black Lagoon series. Also, I still haven’t seen the Iron Man movie, or the Black Lagoon series, yet.

Also, in case you haven’t guessed, Rock is going to be battling Iron Monger, but Iron Man and War Machine will eventually arrive as well. And I’ve got a special surprise for Rock later on.

Drop me a review to let me know what you think, and any suggestion would be welcome.