It was midnight in Danville when the shots rang out, as four robbers fled from a bank with millions of dollars. Followed by the DPD chasing after them, unaware to anyone, a figure on top of a skyscraper was watching.

Eventually, the police cruiser that was pursuing the robbers hit a street lamp. "YES!" One of the robbers shouted in triumph. "It's smooth sailing from here on out! Then, we'll go straight to Tahiti!"

This joy was short-lived as unexpectedly the car lifted off the ground. "Uh... guys? Refresh my memory." The women in the group said. "Is this a flying car?"

"No, no it is not." The driver said, the car was then tilted over and shook, causing the four of them to fall out of the car. They then saw the car put down by a figure that looked to be a five-foot ten-inches tall teenage girl with waist-length blue hair, sweatpants and sweatshirt, and blazing red eyes.

"So here is what I'm going to do." The figure said with a menacing robotic voice. "You will return the money you stole. Or I'll give you a one way trip to the emergency room. You have twenty seconds to give your answer." The figure said as its hands turned into weapons. The robbers looked at each other, and then put their arms up. "Excellent choice."

After the affair had been wrapped up. The feminine teenager went home and snuck in... only for the light to go on. "Beatrice Flynn... what are you doing up so late?" Said Isabella, Beatrice's mother.

"Uh..." Beatrice said, trying to think of an excuse. "I... was working late-"

"Bea... you know how I feel when you lie to me," Isabella said in disappointment.

"...fine, I was out late fighting crime," Beatrice admitted. "I went out, and foiled some bank robbers, are you happy?"

"That you told the truth, yes," Isabella said. "That you've been putting yourself at risk like this. I'm livid." She said frankly.

"Mom, I'm pretty sure we had this exact same discussion when I joined the Young Superhero Initiative," Beatrice said. "I can't get into the school system because I'm not old enough, and I can't just sit on my hands when I have so many abilities." She said in exasperation. "And I have the power to help people! And besides, it was just some low-level criminals, hardly anything worth being concerned about. I literally held there escape car over my head and shook them out like... the only analogy I can think of is eggs even though it doesn't make all that much sense."

"Bea... just calm down. I know you don't want to be stuck around the house. But these late-night excursions to fight crime can't be good for you." Isabella said sympathetically. "I mean with your part-time jobs you need the rest... even if you are a robot who can just recharge."

"I'm very much aware I'm a robot mother," Beatrice said with a livid look in her eyes. "And besides, I quit my job at the department store."

"What happened this time?" Isabella asked.

"You know my job was to be a clothing store mannequin... and I was barely paid anything to spend several hours in a display window!" Beatrice said. "Also... how long have YOU been up?"

"I heard Bethany on the baby monitor, and when you didn't respond I got up and took care of her... and then looked in the basement and found you conspicuously absent," Isabella said.

"I assumed you'd both be asleep... speaking of which, where is dad?" Beatrice asked.

"He wore himself out on his latest big idea with your Step-Uncle Ferb. So he's basically comatose." Isabella said.

"You'd think they'd do more with there combined intellects then create wonderous creations just to see if it can be done purely for fun's sake," Beatrice grumbled. "I'll be going to bed now. At the very least I won't look forward to a condescending boss whose paying me less than legal minimum wage." She grumbled as she into the basement lab that was her bedroom.

"We are going to talk about this in the morning Bea," Isabella said, she then sighed to herself. "Poor kid... I wish I knew how to help her."

Unknown to anyone, a ship was hanging in orbit of Earth. Onboard were aliens that resembled monkeys. "Are we ready to begin the occupation?" One of the monkey's, clad in blue and white armor said.

"Well Prince Vo-Kaa, we can begin deploying the Cya-Naa." A completely bald monkey said.

"So why are we here again cousin Vo-Kaa?" An orange-clad monkey asked.

"For the last time, oh Crown-Prince G'reet." Vo-Kaa said in exasperation as he furrowed his brow. "When the designated heir of the High King of the Sym'ians comes of age. They must conquer an inhabited and primitive planet, and establish there own petty kingdom to prove there worth." He explained. "And we're here, because word on the inter-stellar grapevine the inhabitants of this planet, Earth. Are not only pre-FTL, but they have yet to properly unite! So this world should be easy for you to rule."

"Aw... but I want to earn it!" G'reet complained. "I want a real challenge! Why couldn't we go to that other planet! You know the one... everyone's really cute and only say 'meap'." He said in disappointment.

"First, that planet, except for a few acres. Is colored completely pastels, and you know that I have a severe allergy to that much pastels. Second, the Meapians, despite there cute demeanor. Not only have an advanced standing army, but they can shoot lasers from there mouths! And, oh yeah. Their members of the Galactic Council, so if we go there, we risk interstellar war. Or are you seriously telling me you forgot about the Sym'ian-Fellowship War?" Vo-Kaa ranted in exasperation. "And thirdly, this a planet that not even you could screw up running... with my help of course."

"Right... you think, I do the fighting," G'reet said. "I just really hope these... Huu-Mans?"

"Humans sire." The bald Sym'ian corrected.

"Thank you Nallirk. I just hope these Human's can put up some kind of fight!" G'reet said.

"Well if nothing else, they'll have good food," Vo-Kaa said. "Not even joking, the legends about what these hairless apes can do with meat... it boggles the mind."

XXXX

Several days later, lizard-like aliens appeared in cities across the world. Overwhelming local defenders, and occupying Earth. Declaring that they would be a vassal state of the Star Kingdom of Sym.

Most of the world surrendered rather than risk the wrath of there new overlords. Well... aside from a small city of no major significance, by the name of Danville. When reports reached the young Crown-Princes ears of powerfull warriors that repelled there cloned Cya-Naa soldiers. G'reet could not resist the urge to go to this city and face these warriors.

So when G'reet took his coterie and a shuttle to Danville. He was rather disappointed to learn that, rather than any sort of psionic powers or natural superior strength. It was two men in high tech combat suits. "Aw... the closest thing to a fair fight is with cowards in fancy suits," G'reet said in dismay when he saw Phineas and Ferb in their respective Beak suits. Based off of an already fairly advanced suit design the two developed when they were children, to survive an overly dangerous skate park they made.

"Yes... we're the cowards," Ferb said sardonically to the alien invaders. "Definitely not the advanced aliens who invaded our planet without provocation."

"Yeah! Now either get off our planet, or we're going to hand you your tails on a platter!" Phineas said defiantly. This defiance was short-lived as G'reet quickly used his psionic abilities to throw the two into a wall, disabling their suits.

"Wow... I was honestly hoping you'd give me a proper fight." G'reet said in disappointment as the Flynn-Fletcher brothers struggled to get themselves out of there damaged suits. "Yama-Chak... just put them out of there misery."

The scar-faced Sym'ian in question readied to finish them off. "NO!" Beatrice screamed as she dived onto the alien monkey.

"Bea! Get out of here!" Phineas pleaded. "These Sym'ians are more dangerous then we thought!"

"I'm not leaving you two high and dry!" Beatrice said. "You meatbags want a fight?" She said as she literally curb-stomped Yama-Chak. As in she stomped on him on a curb. "I'll give you a fight!" She said as she changed her arms into weapons, fired lasers and missiles at G'reet and his coterie.

The ensuing fight was intense. But Beatrice managed to defeat everyone except for G'reet and Vo-Kaa. Then, catching her off-guard. The two alien princes started bombarding Beatrice with there psionic powers.

Phineas and Ferb finally got out of there suits. "BEATRICE!" Phineas said in terror, as he saw as Beatrice screamed in agony as her bio-synthetic skin and her muscles were slowly peeling away as a result of the alien prince's psionic powers.

Then without warning a bright light and a bang went off. When Phineas and Ferb regained their vision, they were in the sewer with a familiar teal-colored platypus, except he was wearing a fedora.

XXXX

Eventually, Beatrice regained consciousness. Finding herself in a virtual reality. "Where?... where am I?" She said to herself. "The last thing I remember was fighting those alien... monkeys. Oh no... I'm dead, aren't I?"

"Beatrice! Thank goodness you survived!" Her father said in relief.

"Dad... what happened, where are we?" Beatrice asked.

"Well to make a long story short. We were saved by... and I'm still trying to wrap my head around this. Perry!" Phineas said in disbelief.

"What?... but he's a platypus, they don't do much." Beatrice pointed out.

"Well, apparently Perry is an exception that proves the rule. Anyway, he's also a secret agent, apparently since we adopted him fifteen years ago." Phineas said. "And he used some kind of flash-bang grenade to evacuate us into the sewer and guided us here to the headquarters of O.W.C.A. The Organization Without a Cool Acronym. The people that he works for."

Beatrice was perplexed. "Okay... where specifically am I?"

"Well... your inside of the O.W.C.A. Supercomputer," Phineas said nervously.

"And why am I inside of a computer?" Beatrice asked with arms crossed.

"Well..." Phineas said anxiously. "Your body was severely damaged by the Sym'ian princes, and... look. I'll show you what status it's in... but it's not pretty." He then went off and returned with a what remained of Beatrice's body.

Beatrice screamed in shock. "Is... is that me?!" She said, looking in horror at the charred skeleton.

"Yeah... this was apparently all that was left from there psionic attacks," Phineas said, just as horrified by his daughter's skeleton. "To make matters worse, all of its components were burnt out. So I can't reupload you back into it... frankly, I'm amazed that your black box survived." Phineas said. "Thankfully, it lasted long enough for me to upload you into the computer."

Beatrice fell onto her knee's and wailed loudly in despair. "One Quantum Android Forge!" Isabella said as she wheeled in a cart with the Quantum Android Forge on it. The same device that Phineas created to create Beatrice in the first place. "I'm just so glad those Sym'ian's aren't-... wow that's creepy."

"Beatrice... calm down. I can create a new body for you. I kept your initial design on the QAF, and with Ferb here. We can get you out of the physical world and we can get to driving off the Sym'ian's." Phineas said.

"Dad... I wasn't strong enough." Beatrice chocked. "I'm the most advanced robot ever made... and I still couldn't defeat them." She lamented. "Even with the ability to create any weapon, I could imagine... I was beaten within an inch of my life, by a pair of alien monkey's with psychic powers."

"You know... Ferb and I could whip something up that could help you against the Sym'ian Princes." Phineas mused.

XXXX

"You know Ferb, I really miss when we got the materials we needed almost instantaneously," Phineas said as he worked with Ferb on a large and imposing suit of silver-colored armor. "But thanks to the Sym'ian occupation. It's taken two months to acquire military-grade materials."

"Not to mention all the work we made on Beatrice's new body," Ferb said. "And she still hasn't uploaded herself into it." He said in disappointment at the inert robot body.

"Well after effectively being killed by G'reet and Vo-Kaa, the whole experience has really shaken her up," Phineas noted. "It's a good thing we got Dr. Metro here to provide therapy."

Then unexpectedly, the Beatrice body awoke. "I am... reborn. I will feast on their entrails... and devour their souls!" Beatrice said with her eyes glowing red.

"You... are talking about the Sym'ians and there Cya-Naa slave soldiers?" Ferb asked in concern.

"Ferb," Phineas said harshly to his step-brother.

"No, I'm focused on destroying the alien threat... also thanks for clothing this body. I'd have a heck of a conniption if I returned to the real world naked." Beatrice said. "That... and it never dawned on me how annoying Dr. Metro's monotone voice could get."

"So you're ready to take on the Sym'ians?" Phineas asked. "Ferb and I have been working on this power armor, just for you to use against them."

"I got the idea for its external design from a science fiction miniature wargame series," Ferb said.

"So this should protect me from there psionic powers?" Beatrice asked with trepidation.

"And it should also give you the edge to drive them off," Phineas said. "See, thank's to your AI companion Cricket. We've hacked into the Sym'ians computers, and through that. We were able to learn of a way that we can drive them off Earth without too much risk of life, and keep either prince from ever returning." He said as he opened up the armor, and helped his daughter get inside.

"And why would we let any of them leave alive?" Beatrice asked.

"I'll explain later, for now just familiarize yourself with the suits systems," Phineas reassured as the armor sealed itself up.

"I will trust you, dad," Beatrice said, the armor distorting her voice. "Wow, and I thought my existing combat mode made my voice deep. This is something else."

XXXX

A month later, Beatrice in her new armor had begun her one-person war against the Sym'ian occupation.

Eventually, this did catch the attention of Prince Vo-Kaa, who explained the matter with his cousin the Crown Prince G'reet... for several days. "HOORAY! I finally get a good fight!" G'reet said excitedly.

"Good enough... it gets boring watching you eat a Void Kraken's weight in hamburgers, steak, ribs, buffalo wings, chicken wings." Vo-Kaa listed as their shuttle went to the armored Beatrice's location. When the shuttle landed on the outskirts of Danville, they found a seven-foot-tall silver giant. "You! Are you the ones the Human's are calling the 'Silver Automaton'?"

"Yes, I am the Silver Automaton. You critically damaged my creator's most prized robotic lifeform, prepare to die." Beatrice said as she readied her weapons.

"And you're the Challenger? If you win we leave, and if we win you will directly serve the Crown Prince?" Vo-Kaa asked.

"That is my understanding of the agreement," Beatrice answered

"Awesome! I'm going to deck you in the schnoz!" G'reet said excitedly as he quickly closed the distance... and was punched out of the air. "I didn't say it would happen right away!"

"It will not happen either way. I was designed for the specific purpose of dealing with Sym'ian's of your strength threshold." Beatrice said. "But more importantly... I exist to avenge every wrong you misbegotten brats have committed against the Human race. From the great atrocities and slaughters you personally committed across the globe, to killing restaurant staff just for refusing you monkey's free food."

"Technically only I killed them," Vo-Kaa said dismissively. "But let me ask you something... can you feel fear machine?"

"Can you? Now fight me or be silent!" And the fight between the two Sym'ian's and Beatrice began in earnest. It lasted for hours as they traded blows, G'reet and Vo-Kaa using the full extent of there psionic power. This proved only enough to scratch the armors paint. While Beatrice used the enhancements the armor provided to fight the Sym'ian princes with increasingly deadly weapons.

By sunset, both princes were exhausted and seriously wounded. While Beatrice, clad in her Silver Automaton armor was still standing strong. "Okay... we're exhausted, and we're in no shape to keep fighting," Vo-Kaa admitted in exhaustion as he attempted to hold up his cousin. "We... await your judgment."

Beatrice then pulled out a glaive that sparked with electricity. "You won't live to see tomorrow." She said menacingly as she readied a killing blow. Then right as the glaive's blade was inches away from the alien monkey's. The armor froze. "Uh... dad? The armor's not responding, all I've got right now is deploying the holo-drones." She said, thankfully this unexpected turn of events left her voice modulator muted and kept the Sym'ians from discovering the truth.

"That's the idea. Now deploy the holo-drones... Ferb and I want a word with the Princes." Phineas said, Beatrice obeyed and deployed two small orbs that projected holograms of her father and step-uncle.

"Hey... your those suited guys from when we arrived," G'reet said groggily from pain.

"Yes... and the creators of the Silver Automaton," Ferb said.

"See, since you invaded, and mortally wounded my daughter. Ferb and I have been working on a plan to not only drive you off of Earth. But to keep you from ever coming back." Phineas said.

"And what... what can a primitive naked ape like you. Could you possibly do to make that happen?" Vo-Kaa said.

"We have friends in the galaxy... some of whom have some pull with the Galactic Council," Ferb said.

"Excuse you?" Vo-Kaa said in disbelief.

"It's rather long and complicated. But in short, we hacked into your ship's computer, did extensive research on your species culture... and on certain policy's that would work in our favor." Phineas explained.

"Hey!... that's... that's cheating!" G'reet said indignantly.

"So's using advanced psychic powers and armies of lizard creatures to conquer a comparatively primitive planet... didn't stop any of you poo-flinging wankers now did it?" Ferb said, seething with rage.

"Point is, you've broken a lot of the Galactic Council's rules. That and I doubt that the High King of Sym would take kindly to his close relatives losing to a mere robot... and with the Galactic Council aware of your, frankly absurd crimes against humanity. He'll have no choice but to side with any judgment's they make. And who do you think he'd blame for his troubles?" Phineas said with an uncharacteristic coldness.

"But... why?" Vo-Kaa asked in disbelief.

"At this point, it'd be easier to ask 'why not'? But after everything you and your people have done to our homeworld... I want you to live with the shame of failing to prove your manhood. That you were beaten back, not by legions of armies. But by two men, willing to go the distance to protect their world and everything they love." Phineas explained.

"To paraphrase Isoroku Yamamoto from the movie Tora! Tora! Tora!. All you have done is awaken a sleeping giant and filled it with a terrible resolve." Ferb said, also uncharacteristically cold.

"This is what we Humans call a 'cruel mercy'... we're sparring you only to make you suffer further," Phineas said. "And don't forget... don't mess with Earth... or the Flynn-Fletcher family."

XXXX

A year later, after the Sym'ian defeat. Beatrice was lounging on the back porch in a swimsuit and drinking an ice tea. Humming to herself as she tanned herself... it did nothing to change the coloration of her metal-colored skin in the least. But she enjoyed the sensation of the sun all the same.

"Bea! It's come in!" Her mother said Beatrice wasted no time in seeing what the big deal was. "The first comic books of the Silver Automaton have arrived!" She said as she gave a copy to Beatrice.

Beatrice looked through the comic... and was unimpressed. "Most of this didn't happen. I mean the Silver Automaton was my HUMAN brain put into a robotic shell, and it wasn't just G'reet and Vo-Kaa that trashed so much of the Earth. And the Cya-Naa's were present throughout the entire Occupation, not just for the climactic battle, they weren't even at the-"

"Beatrice, it's a comic book." Isabella interrupted. "They had to condense something to fit the story into one book. And besides, most of this is misinformation your father gave to the publisher to keep your identity a secret."

"Fair enough... the art's palatable at least," Beatrice said. "And if it means I can at least keep a private life, then I suppose it's worth the secrecy." She agreed. "I just hope that when they get to my dismantling of L. O. V. E. M. U. F. F. I. N. they'll treat it with some kind of respect." Then Perry the Platypus arrived. "Oh, there you are Perry. How's retirement treating my favorite semi-aquatic mammal?"

"I'm the only semi-aquatic mammal you know personally," Perry said. "I'm just glad that Phineas and Ferb gave your new body the ability to translate animal noises into speech. Like that Animal Translator, they made when they were kids."

"And you're terrible at exposition," Isabella said.

"Sorry... I'm just so used to Heinz talking." Perry apologized. "On the subject at hand, did a box come for me?" Perry asked.

"Yeah, the first issue of your secret agent comic came in," Isabella said as she gave a box to Perry.

He wasted no time in opening it and finding the comic. "Why am I colored brown?!" Perry said indignantly as he looked at the cover.

"So you WANT to chance nerds coming around to invade your personal space?" Beatrice said sardonically. "Because I already had this same sort of conversation with mom."

"Fair enough." Perry conceded.

"Why are you teal anyway?" Beatrice asked.

"I'm part of an extremely rare subspecies of u platypus," Perry explained. "But that's a long story there, and I just want to enjoy my retirement with my favorite... well I like you more then Bethany if I'm completely honest. Your hands aren't sticky when you pet me." He said as Beatrice took him up and went to the back porch. They then spent the rest of the day reading their respective debut comics.

"It's kind of annoying that they got my dad's head wrong," Beatrice noted.

"Agreed, I mean I could get triangle right! His head isn't a pyramid for crying out loud!" Perry complained.

Authors Note: So here's something, while I was writing about Beatrice's first official adventure as her Silver Automaton identity. I got the idea, that rather than just leave it at a vague outline of events. I'd actually explore the whole event in better detail.

And here is some trivia: The Original Silver Automaton suit was based on the Grey Knights from Warhammer 40,000... that was the wargame Ferb was referring to. And the Sym'ians are meant to be parodies of the Saiyans from Dragon Ball.

Anyway, the character Beatrice Flynn belongs to: sketcherida Not me.