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The grey clouds overshadow the white and pristine city as the people below scurry about their daily lives. The smell of smoke can be found on the wind, blown in from the slums of the gargantuan city and the factories producing microchips and computer parts. Most are content with their comfortable lives, few with smiles in the working class but even fewer frowns among them. The huge skyscrapers of the rich and well off overshadow everything in the center, among wich is some of the most powerful industry buildings that endlessly test and research new products for the hungry masses. Many automatons go about following orders to perfection, endlessly toiling just as much as the other workers. Such is life here.
(Intros please.)
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Killswitch woke and stretched, his HUD, processor, and uplink booting up; the display read-out displayed it's progress. Once everything was online, he stood and moved to the door for loadout staging; when he would of would not get his weapons and report to his handler.
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Trish merely looked about as she stood up from her bed and stretched, throwing on her favorite robe as she finished. she came downstairs to find her tea already brewed for her and breakfast hot on the table. "Guess Emily already went out for her morning jog..." she sat down and began to eat "Ah well, probably gonna be busy today. News station said they had some big story to cover, just waiting for their call now I guess."
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Null Trace picked himself up off the floor, the weakness of the flesh betrayed him yet again. He pulls a wire out of his head, the connection long since timed out as his mortal body succumbed to sleep. He yawned and brushed back his long hair, picking up an unopened can of energy drink from the floor, opening it and guzzling the contents.
He looked into a mirror, his latest fur dye still looking fresh, splattered colors from a Jackson Pollock painting, he nods and took a quick shower, before throwing on some clothes, thinking to himself, 'time to evangelize to the poor sheep of this city.'
He heads out the door of his slum apartment and into the streets.
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A mechanic dressed in all light blue walked to Killswitch's station. Putting a keycard in and proceeding to outfit him with some nonlethal ammunition, however it would still hurt qute a bit if shot. His handler slowly approached, dressed in a black and blue uniform, his face hidden by his helmet. "Killswitch, we're going to oversee that the 'peaceful' protests by the slums don't get too rowdy...we're fully authorised to open fire but the higher ups want us to be rather...gentle this time."
Soon enough Trish's phone rang on the wall, the caller ID on the display showed that it was her boss. It was most likely about some information about the big story they had for her. The windows of her abode showed a healthy atmosphere outside.
The stench of the downtrodden filled the doorway as Null Trace headed outside. The ramshackle buildings and rusty canals between them seemed to hardly stand, especially with the slight layer of rust coating the lower portions. This was the place the water rushed to during floods, and it was more problematic in the travel regard than anything else, making it harder to cross on the lower bridges. Some beggers and homeless lined the streets and many stands sold questionable food.
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Null looked at the poor and homeless with pity. Those were beyond his help as they could not even access the digital world if they wanted to. Truly they were the meekest of the meek, separated from the true heaven by oceans of greed. He walked on toward the business district; there, it is, the wage slaves that were the ones he felt needed his redemption, running the endless wheel of work, eat, sleep, only having the barest time for a taste of the true heaven.
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"Affirmative." Killswitch said simply, scanning his handler to get an ID. "Left weapon ammunition size, count, and type?" If he knew what it was he was shooting, he could calculate how the bullets would fly, and counter for gravity at least.
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Trish took a quick glance outside as she answered the phone. "Hey boss, i'm here. Anything late and breaking on the case?"
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(Great, I don't know guns. ><...)
A slightly fuzzy image on the monitor showed her boss, looking over some papers. The slight distortions could be attributed to the nearing storm. "We got some info for you to check up on, if it is true then we'll have the story of the century here." He went on to describe the locations of interest, telling her to be careful. His voice was also slightly distorted as well.
Killswitch's handler described the ammo and thought a bit. "Put on a repeating rifle with lethal ammo...just in case." He said as he looked at the mechanic, who seemed hesitant to do so but didn't object or question it. "Can't be too careful...just remember, nonlethal first...gotta keep up the image."
In the busy business districts many furs walked by either to, or from work. They seemed rather intent on either getting to someplace to either earn or spend money at many different places, few were standing around and in one of the few less inconvenient places, some people relaxed in benches or called others on phones. One more notable one was a rabbit woman who sat there eating some bread.
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"Affirmative." Killswitch replied again, Entering the data in his mind as he started towards the door to outside. "Lethal force authorized as a last resort."
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"No worries boss, just had my stun gun upgraded." Trish answered "After all...Emily's gotta have someone to come home to..." joking a little to break the mood "But in all seriousness, i'll tread lightly. Just give me an address and i'll be on my way."
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The handler followed Killswitch, inputting proper codes to the door. He walked to a transport and loaded up. "We're going to dampen a protest about some new tech that the idiots don't like." He grumbled as he stretched in his tight uniform.
Her boss smiled and nodded. "You're a good person, and a valued member of our team." He said, seeming a bit nicer than usual. "You're going to check up on a reported theft of some machinery at a factory, you'll be supplied with all the necessary things to be allowed full access."
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Killswitch curled up in the floor of the transport, head facing the door so he could unload quickly, then ran a quick diagnostic and pulled up a map of the area they were headed to. "ETA?"
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Trish nodded and smiled "Alright, i'll be at the office soon to pick all that up. See you soon boss!" She waited for him to hang up before getting dressed and pinning her press badge on her vest and grabbing her stun gun and gloves as she headed out. As she got in her vehicle, Emily returned from her jog. They shared a little kiss before Trish headed out. After the drive, she pulled up and walked in to the front desk. "Mornin' how's everything going?" she asked.
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Null clears his throat and approaches the rabbit with a wide toothy grin, "Excuse me miss, you look to me like your spirits could use some lifting. Allow me to introduce myself, my name is Trace. Do you realize that the secret of eternal happiness is being hidden from you? Most people do not realize this."
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"About 10-15 minutes." The handler replied as he kicked his feet up on a rack nearby. "Just gotta wait, we'll get there when we get there."
The secretary nodded as she typed away on the computer. "Everything is going rather well. Thank you for asking" the secretary said simply. "I got your stuff right here." She said as she pushed some papers and a badge foreward. "A bot sent them down so you wouldn't have to go all the way yourself."
The rabbit held out a hand and smiled. "Christi, nice to meet you sir." She said after swallowing some bread. "And...sorta." she simply said, in responce to Trace's question.
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Killswitch still didn't relax any, his tail twitching agitatedly. He was a warrior and not being able to fight was annoying. He flexed his claws, carving deep slashes in the steel floor.
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Null brushes his hair back a moment before continuing, "Well Christi, I'm sure like most people you have a job working for the Corporations. Even a nice mid-level job, those Corporations are selling you lies to keep you working for them endlessly. Meanwhile they steal your thoughts and soul, denying you a virtual paradise. I myself have seen it. "
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Killswitch's handler didn't like that sound. "Hey, don't claw around like that! That comes outta my pay to replace." He sighed and held his head in his hands. "Just chill...I don't wanna pay for anything else because of your impatience."
Christi nodded and gave a sly smile. "You have no idea how true that is." She looked to the sky as she ate her sandwich some more, or whatever it was, looked like some breaded something. She swallowed and held her paw out. "Gonna rain soon..." she noted to herself.
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"Combat protocols increase adrenaline levels." Killswitch said, ceasing his clawing. He stood and turned to his handler, directing a sort of glare at him. He wouldn't hurt his handler, but he did look very intimidating.
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Trish smiled a little "Well, they must really value me then...as much as I love to see the boss' smiling face." she clipped the badge onto her belt as she began to thumb through the papers "Such is the life of a reporter...Danger, stories...and much more...tonight at nine!" saying the last bit half jokingly.
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"Shouldn't those protocols only go on DURING combat?" His handler asked critically. He held up his hand to the side of his helmit and waited a bit. "5 minutes..."
The paperwork contained some information about the thefts, namely that they mostly went unnoticed before a physical count of the automatons heading out. It seemed like a glitch at first until they realised that there was a pattern, two or three at every shift change and sometimes one would find an arm or such moving by the edge of the security cameras.
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"Combat was expected sooner." Killswitch said, lying back down in his original position. "Protocols were initiated beforehand."
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Trish raised an eyebrow looking the pictures and info over "Hmmmm...this pattern seems to tell a tale to maybe the prep is a worker at the plant. I'll have to see what I can find out when I get there..." she put on her gloves but kept them powered down until need be.
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Null smiles a genuine smile at Christi, "It is very refreshing to speak to someone who is a kindred spirit. I myself remain grounded in this world so that I can bring the word of digital salvation to the masses, but many are so clouded by the Corporate rhetoric that they scoff at my revelations."
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The handler sighed and shook his head. "There's not supposed to be any combat...but you never know." He said as he grabbed a heavy stun baton and mounted a forearm repeater, something that amounted to a small machine gun. "Almost there anyway. Calm down."
Christi smiled and nodded. "I personally like my body the way it is, but I agree with most of that. They need to see the truth, but they don't want to."
The secretary smiled and nodded. "Well whatever it is, it might seem small but they say it's been going on for a month or so. Calculated losses border the tens of thousands and they're not happy. Sorry it seems more like an investigation than a report."
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Killswitch's only answer was to hit his tail against the side of the transport annoyedly, showing his agitation. He started running through a weapons check to pass some time, turning his head from side to side to check that his weapons tracked his aiming.
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The handler stood up and waited by the doors, he nodded as some unintelligible speech came from his helmit and he opened the doors to the open air, some protesters with signs ranting near the gates of a new factory, scattering from the wind of the transport vessel. "Lets go." He said as he repelled down to the ground by a wire.
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Killswitch nodded and stood, then took a few seconds to calculate a trajectory that would be him to the ground without harm. After he did this, he jumped, landing beside his handler a few seconds later. "Engage?"
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"What part of 'until necessary' do you not understand?" His handler hissed before addressing the crowd, apparently yelling about the new factory and eviction of many for the expansion. "Cease and desist your picketing civilians, you are preventing the access of the facility to the workers. Please clear a path so that the people working hard for a better future can pass through." In responce he recieved more vulgar yelling and threats. "I am authorised to use force if necessary, you have been warned." Some of the more timid ones moved to the edge and away from the gate, fearing harm. The rest however seemed only enraged at this and grew more upset.
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"Aggression levels rising." Killswitch said after scanning the crowd. "Suggest non-lethal countermeasures."
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"You bet." The handler said, clicking on his stun baton, sending sparks flying off. "I repeat, clear a path for the workers or force will be used." After more yelling he sighed and nodded. "Light it up." He said as he pointed to the crowd.
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"Affirmative." Killswitch nodded and started towards the crowd, opening up with his left and weapon; an AA12 shotgun filled with beanbag rounds. If that failed, his right side held a M240B light machine gun, better known as a Bravo.
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Trish nodded in agreement "I won't argue with you there, This may seem more fitting to a detective but still if there's a scoop i'm on it! Besides, maybe it's time I have a decent challenge for once."
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The secretary smiled and nodded. "Either way it's our job to bring it attention to the public." She said as she typed some more. "Report in once you pick some stuff up."
The crowd quickly dispersed from the firing of the beanbags, bruising and injuring some rebellious protesters. Some decided to jump foreward to avoid the shots, to wich they were greeted by a swift blow from the baton across the head. The rest quickly got the idea and scattered like roaches.
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"Left weapon ammo remaining: 12 rounds." Killswitch reported. "Aggression levels nullified. Disengaging." He turned around and walked back to his handler, where he promptly sat and started cleaning his claws.
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Null cocks his head to the side as he looks at Christi, "If only there was a way to show everyone the light, so to speak.." his pink eyes blink and he smiles again, while behind his eyes, his half machine mind was starting to work. He figured there was something more to Christi than someone who would humor his speech, so he reached out for a wireless connection to see if he can get some information, "Don't you think?"
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His handler promptly opened the gate and let the unassuming workers into the plant. "Good work...I guess." He said to Killswitch. "But...try to initiate combat protocols uppon arrival of the mission zone..."
The only thing Null was able to pick up from her directly was some heavily encrypted data that would take quite a while to decipher, some wireless broadcasts around allowed a brief shearch about her. Not much was known other than the fact that she has poor eyesight and used to work for a simple restraunt but is now the co owner. Either she was more unassuming than most or she just didn't do much. "Well...I don't know myself," She started as she picked at the bench. "Most either don't wanna know or zjust aren't interested. They're rather content."
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"Negative." Killswitch said offhandedly, as he switched paws he was cleaning. "Protocol dictates prior activation of combat systems. Activation during combat causes delays."
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"Lord those tech heads are smart but I'll be damned if they have the slightest bit of common sence." His handler said bitterly. "Well our jobs done...let's head back." He said as he hooked himself uo to the transport and jumped back in.
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Killswitch finished cleaning his claws, taking his time, then bounded up onto the fence surrounding the factory and into the transport, where he curled up again, this time actually relaxing. "Combat protocols deactivated."
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"Of course, this will be brought to the light of day." Trish responded sounding confident. "Although i'll be sure to take some extra care for this scoop. Be seeing you." she said as she waived to the receptionist and headed to the address she was given.
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The imposing assembly factory greeted the reporter with a bout of smoke from the chimneys. The shadows of the squat building might hide many secrets to her trained eyes. She was soon allowed entrance as the guard examined her papers and was told to find the foreman, as well as directions for finding him.
The handler nodded and closed the doors before sitting down. "Hopefully you'll calm down now."
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Killswitch yawned, nodding slightly, and closed his eyes. "Affirmative. Deactivating tactical HUD system and processor core..."
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Null rubs his chin, "Complacency is the road to servitude. Too many are unwilling to voice their opinions, preferring to sustain the status quo." He clears his throat, "I don't want to take up all your valuable time Christi. It was very enlightening talking to you. If you ever need the help of someone who is self taught in computers, don't hesitate to send me an e-mail. I'll send you a link." he sends out a wireless message to Christi with one of many e-mails that he uses.
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"No don't turn off, I'm not lugging you back inside." The handler said with a sigh.
Christi nodded and gave him a rarely used email of hers. "I'll be happy to talk with you again."
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"System switched to hibernate." Killswitch said, mentally making the change to prevent shutting down.
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Trish walked into the factory, showing the badge when needed and met up with the foreman "Hello sir, Trish Carlotta, Digital Directory News. I'm here to investigate the recent string of robberies you've been experiencing."
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The foreman nodded and looked at some forms. "Seems to have been happening quite a while, some computer glitch it seemed, miscounting by one or two per thousand but we noticed the lack when the losses jumped to about 15 a month. Not only that, but sometimes you can catch a robotic arm or something every once in a while."
The handler sighed to himself, grateful that he wouldn't have to lug the guy out. Eventually they made it back to HQ and he got up before patting Killswitch. "Time to go."
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Killswitch stood and stretched, his tongue lolling out as he yawned. His systems came back online fairly quickly as he stepped out of the transport. He glanced back at his handler for what to do next.
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"Normal stuff now until we're reassigned." The handler said as he sighed and took some paperwork. He filled it out as they headed to the mechanic.
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Killswitch inhaled a long breath, then let it out in a huff. "Affirmative. Discarding weapons." He stopped and a click could be heard from his weapons mounts before the weapons themselves dropped freely to the ground.
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A mechanic quickly siezed the weapons and hauled them off to a location unknown. The handler handed the paperwork to another man who shook his head. "Those armor plates are expensive Stephen." The handler sighed and shook his head. "Well if the combat protocols loaded up faster and didn't take longer than 15 minutes we wouldn't have that problem."
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Killswitch kept walking, knowing they were referring to what he did, but completely ignoring the fact. "Food is required."
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Stephen stopped a bit and turned to Killswitch. "You know...I'm hungry too. How bout we get lunch?" He headed to the cafeteria and got some food before taking Killswitch to get his meat by the maintenance crew. He ate his meat himself as he took off his helmet, showing off dull orange fur of a bob tailed cat.
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Killswitch began tearing into the slab of raw meat, a deep rumble coming from his chest; he was purring, surprisingly enough.
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Stephen smiled as he pet the large cat machine thingy. "You're not so bad overall." His helmet buzzed a bit but since he wasn't wearing it he didn't hear anything.
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Killswitch stopped purring as soon as he realized his handler was petting him, and flicked an ear in annoyance at the helmet's buzzing. "Comms."
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Stephen quickly swallowed his food and put on his helmet again. He listened to it for a while and mumbled an affirmative. "Well...we gotta see the boss."
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Killswitch stood, flipping the last part of the meat up into the air and catching it, then walked to the door to wait for his handler.
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Stephen headed through the door to an elevator, he put in a code and waited for Killswitch to follow before heading up. His hand twitched worriedly as the numbers went closer and closer to one of the top floors. Soon enough the doors opened and they headed into a long hallway. "I want you to be quiet...I don't know what's gonna happen..." he waited for an answer before opening the heavy looking doors.
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Killswitch walked in slowly and looked around, his sensors running high. He went over the whole room with his em scan, not only looking for life forms, but also electronic bugs which put off a recognizable amount of electromagnetic fluctuation.
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Stephen took a deep breath and headed in, bracing himself for getting chewed out for something. The big man himself was standing by his windows, looking out to the city. "Stephen...how is our experiment operating?..." he asked casually, almost as if he was setting something up. Stephen nodded. "He's working just fine Mr. Logan sir, the combat protocols take a bit to load up and he seems antsy while that happens." Logan nodded and turned. "So no overall problems?" Stephen nodded again. "Mostly, he seems rather inflexible though in his thinking." Logan waved it off. "Trivial matters, those can be fixed easily enough." No bugs or plants were detected and judging by the casualness of Logan's speech he knew that very well.
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Null Trace walks off from the cafe giving Christi a wave as he does so, composing an e-mail in his head praising how it is refreshing speaking to someone who is on pretty close to the same wavelength as himself. As he sent the e-mail, he still couldn't shake the feeling that she was a whole lot more than she seemed on the surface. He wandered through the business district to the industrial district and contemplated splicing into the network. He knew he needed to make a hacking run at some point, as although the true world lies in the the virtual, his meat body needed funds in order to sustain it's self and continue the spread of the good word of digital salvation.
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Killswitch yawned and laid down, knowing well that they were talking about him. His tail flicked annoyedly when he was described as having inflexible thinking, but he otherwise gave no indication of being concerned with the conversation.
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There were several of tge lower income areas around Trace. Meaning that many were more succeptable to faults in security but also that there was less to be made, the thought of hitting something more higher up crossed his mind but the danger increased with the potential reward.
Logan pondered all he heard and shook his head. "We'll need more data before we begin any official trial runs...but...maybe I could offer an upgrade." Logan said, a hint of danger in his voice. He began to decribe an experimental implant that allows silent communication by analysing thoughts, so far one of the most secure devices made to prevent hacking due to how it could potentially turn. Stephen wasn't sure if he was expected to answer yes or no. "What do you think sir?" He quickly asked. Logan laughed and shook his head. "Ask Killswitch, he's who you'll be communicating with."
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Trish nodded at the Foreman. "Yeah, that's quite the leap in lost product." she thought for a minute "The robotic arm however...do any of your employees have robotic limbs? You never know when it's an inside job."
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"That would be a poor decision." Killswitch said, not looking up.
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The foreman nodded. "Yeah, there's a bloke down by assembly but it's part of the job to hook into the controller. Another one in shipping, he reported the problem though." He thought some more and slowly spooe more. "I think...there's another guy, janitor or engineer, works over in the planning department for the products, smart guy, didn't like to hang around much but he's...odd to say the least."
Logan looked at Killswitch and nodded. "Hmmm...ok. we can keep working on it, you have 2 hours before soft trials begin in a lab setting. Dismissed." He turned and looked at his holographic screen of his computer as Stephen bowed out. "Come Killswitch." Stephen said as he nervously left.
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Killswitch stood, flicking his tail in annoyance and shooting a glare at Logan. He turned and walked out of the room behind Stephen; he resented the idea of having someone share thoughts with him. Not only did he think he would find it distracting, any thoughts he had could be heard by Stephen; he didn't like it at all.
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Null wasn't the kind to back away from a challenge, but he also knew that hitting something too large would put his ministry in jeopardy. As a philosophical exercise, he ran through listing of businesses to define at what point the business stopped being a noble pursuit of raising ones self and ones family or friends out of poverty, to that of creating strife and misery for it's workers and the world in general.
Pretty much he pulled a name out of a hat of some lesser known, but not small business and started looking for a place to sit while he spliced into a anonymous network connection.
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"Alright, not saying it was automatically one of them but i'd like their names." Trish said as they walked to the scene of the stolen goods. "Even if they didn't do it, they may know something."
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The list popped up a few names but all had reasons, less pay and poorer working conditiins to provide needed medical treatment, a small bank that often collects debts agressively because too many default on the loans, but a small time security firm was rumored to sell info for a quick buck, but given that it specializes in security, it will be harder to actually get into.
Stephen gave a sigh of relief as they headed down. "That was close..." he muttered as he took off his helmet, clearly nervous.
The foreman nodded and quickly looked up the names. "The closest one is Mr. Johnson, the man in shipping I mentioned with the robotic arm. He knows people so ask him, I gotta go."
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"My thoughts will remain mine." Killswitch said, a hint of a threat in his voice. "This is not a question."
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"I don't care about that." Stephen said as he leaned on the wall. "If he saw fit, he has the authority to force such a procedure, we just cought him at a good mood...there's so much fine print in the contracts that sneezing in the wrong place could fire me...or worse."
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"I do not fear him." Killswitch said. "I was made without fear."
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"He could also scrap you with a snap of his fingers or the press of a button." Stephen said with a sigh. "Even though you're a pain in my tail sometimes, I'd like to prevent that."
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"I am no android." Killswitch said, laying down and deciding to ignore the pain in the tail comment. "While he could do as you say, it would not occur without loss of life or limb on his part."
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"I'm glad you believe that." Stephen mumbled as they got to their rooms.
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"My processor indicates I would have a 85% chance of victory." He said, following. "My programming sets the acceptable risk at 60%."
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"You honestly believe that he wouldn't put some failsafe or multiple in you?" Stephen asked. "You we're...built very specifically." He said as he sat down and kicked his feet up.
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"It is possible." Killswitch said, laying down under Stephen's propped up legs. "Though there is no need to find out as of yet."
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"Exactly my point." Stephen said as he grabbed a drink from the nearby mini refrigerator. He sipped it as he popped open a book. "Don't wanna bet your life on making the boss man angry.
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"Unless it becomes necessary." Killswitch pointed out. "At which point it is better to be prepared."
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"At no juncture is making Mr. Logan unhappy 'necessary'." Stephen said as he flipped through the pages of his book. "It's unwise...and very unhealthy."
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"Maybe, maybe not." Killswitch said, reading the spine of the book Stephen was reading. "Jesse dies." He didnt seem to know about warning for spoilers.
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Stephen sighed and set the book down. "Great..." he annoyingly said. "That took the fun outta it..." he looked at the book again before picking it back up. "Well... I can at least find out how...just watch some television or something. We got plenty of time..."
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"Kris shoots her." He said, again ruining it. He initiated an uplink to the TV, turning it on, and started flipping through channels.
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Stephen grumbled and tossed the book aside. "Well that ruins that for me..." he unhappily said with a sigh. "Whatcha watching? Hope it's not more of that strange show you like...creeps me out a bit."
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Killswitch shot a not-so-nice look at Stephen and continued flipping through the channels, eventuallu stopping on said show.
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"Oh great...that nature show, for more machine than animal you sure like that a lot." Stephen complained with a sigh.
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Gruwel groaned as he, with a great deal of willpower, opened his eyes to look at his alarm clock. His eyes widened as he read the date. "Crap..." He muttered, sitting up. He was a day late on one of his pieces, a stainless steel desk being made for a particularly wealthy client, who was known for having a rather short temper. He got out of bed, and, not even bothering to put something on over his boxer shorts, shuffled out of his bedroom. He walked into his kitchen, and his coffee machine automatically began to prepare a cup of coffee. He sat down at the counter, and pulled his small, sleek laptop in front of him, sleepily. He stared at the screen, and began lazily typing out a message to the client, apologizing for the delay, and lying that his machines had unexpectedly broken down, and he had to spend a few days working to repair it.
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A few other messages for small time orders popped up, nothing too complex but reasonable pay.
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Gruwel eyed these lazily. A lot of these, he could literally do in a day. The most complex ones he could finish in a week of two. He eventually send the three best offers messages with the estimated time of completion. All the rest, he sent messages saying that he'd get back to them when he could spare time. He got up from his seat, and went to retrieve his coffee. Once he did this, he pulled up the designs for the desk the client had asked for. He closed his laptop, and, with it under his arm, stepped out his front door. His house was about 20 miles from the nearest city, and it was incredibly rare for him to get visitors. His home, which was rather large, was about a mile and a half into the forest, so it took a few minutes for him to drive down the path and out onto the highway. Behind his house was a small warehouse, where he kept his machines in. He sat out on his porch for a while, looking lazily down the path, a small plastic tube that emerged from his mask set in the cup of coffee, which he was drinking through said tube. Every now and then, he glanced down at the laptop, expecting a message from his client.
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No email came from that perticular client, no angry demands or anything. Everything seemed peaceful in that regard, he even got a few messages thanking him for accepting the requests as well as a few less than enthusiastic ones that were told to wait. Given the reputation of the client either something was holding him up, or he was in a very rare good mood.
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Gruwel finished his coffee, a bit surprised by the lack of a message, and got up, leaving the cup outside, and, with his laptop under his arm, went back inside, and got dressed. A few minutes later, still holding his laptop, he walked out the back entrance of the house, and into the warehouse. He approached one of the larger machines, which appeared to be a large, maybe ten foot tall and 15 foot wide dome, made out of tungsten. On the side, a blue screen was mounted, with what seemed to be a projector under it. Gruwel pulled a hatch on the side of the dome open, and glanced around inside, looking at various mechanical arms and other devices. He shut the hatch, and locked it, then walked over to the screen. After pressing a few buttons, a loud whirring emerged from the dome, and the screen flickered a bit before showing the inside of it. The projector created a small hologram, showing a three dimensional model of the desk, except without any of the finer details. Gruwel set his laptop down on a table a good ten feet off to the side, and tapped the screen a few times. Then, as the machines inside the dome were creating this block of steel, he sat down on the table, and kinda just waited.
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"Oh great...that nature show, for more machine than animal you sure like that a lot." Stephen complained with a sigh.
Killswitch let out a sort of chuckle and laid his head down on his forepaws, only partially watching the show. "It is interesting to see what I should've been."
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Other than the occasional refill, the plan worked rather well. The desk came out fine from the raw manufacturing. The lack of any messages from the client that demanding was slightly disconcerting, but given that it was to be delivered to the clients office it wouldn't be too hard to sort out.
Stephen smiled a bit. "Shoulda, woulda, coulda, all the same thing. I'm kinda interested in how all this is working out actually." He suddenly lost that joy as he remembered what was being watched. "I swear, if they show those mating rituals again I'm taking the screen with me when I leave the room." how he said it implying that something like that happened before.
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Gruwel walked across the warehouse, and picked took a large metal platform off the wall. He set it down outside the hatch, and opened it. He reached inside, and pulled out a small metal arm with a long black tube on the end. He pointed the arm at the platform, and walked over to press a button on the screen. When he did so, a bright blue light shone down on the platform, and the desk materialized onto it. Once the light ceased, he folded the mechanical arm back down into it's place, and shut the hatch. He bent over, and pressed a button on the side of the platform, and it began to emit a hum, and finally, after a few seconds of waiting, began to hover an inch or two from the ground. Gruwel pushed the block of steel much more easily now than he would've been able to previously. He let the desk stop on the other side of the warehouse, with two tables to either side of it. On each of the tables, there were tools like blowtorches and laser saws. He allowed the platform to lower back to the ground, and prepared to begin work on the table.
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Killswitch sighed, giving the closest thing to emotion he had shown in a while. "If I had a mate, it wouldn't be a problem."
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Stephen sighed and sat up normally. "Honestly...to most you're just an experiment, a new exciting tool to play with and I'm just the guy who keeps that tool from getting glitchy. If it were up to me, you'd be more person than not but that's not the case...on paper you're just a side project that has no relevance until shown that you work perfectly. Maybe after all this...they will allow such a thing, but they won't because you're a money pit at the moment," Stephen sounded sad as he spoke, clearly sympathising. "If I had the means I'd help you out, if only slightly."
The metal found easy shaping under the skilled hands of the person working on it, shedding shavings of metal and glowing softly from the heat of the torch. It was coming along easily as he worked on the desk for the client's demands.
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It was around 4 o'clock when Gruwel finished. He stood back and looked at the desk, which was exactly as his client wanted it. He breathed a sigh of relief, and walked back over to his laptop. He typed out a message to his client, stating that the desk was ready, and that he would ship it to him tomorrow. He stood back, waiting for a reply.
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(If anyone's taking notes, there's an easier way to get Killswitch to defect than hacking his systems...)
Killswitch simply looked at Stephen with an emotion so unusual for him it was hard to identify; it was a very deep sadness, and it dissapeared within seconds, almost as if it never was there. "Uplink terminated." Killswitch said, the TV shutting down as he stood. He walked over to is bed and curled up on it, his Optic sensor shutting down as he closed his eye.
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Once again no reply came. Either he was busy working and didn't have time to respond, or he didn't really care as long as he got it exactly the way he wanted it. There was still plenty of light in the day and plenty of free time.
Stephen was quiet for a moment before talking more. "I'll get you when mission time is up."
(Believe me, there's ton's of background stuff going on.)
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Gruwel sighed, and glanced back at the desk. He then pulled up a tab on his laptop, checking to see if anything interesting was within driving distance.
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Plenty in fact was within interest, there were a few places to catch a movie, or see new tech, and a variety of places to get a drink or more, in the shadier regions a lot more fun could be had but the legality of such could be questionable. There was a new amusement park opening up and if not that, some special places were having sales or even shows of new tech products from companies.
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(Would any of these allow me to interact with any other players?)
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Possibly, depends on peoples reactions.)
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Gruwel eventually decided that it'd be nice to go and have a drink. He walked out of the warehouse, and to his car, an rather average, unsuspecting one for a man who made as much money as he did. He tucked his laptop into the pouch behind the passenger seat, and was on his way.
(I'll let Furenzied go into detail on the bar and anything interesting going on in there.)
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Killswitch silently patched into the company's mainframe and searched through the data, eventually coming upon some software he was looking for. "Emotional dampening software downloading."
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The bar was called Nirvana's Peak, a decent place with great lighting, it was rather busy but clearly could fit many more. The walls were lined with varying types of beverages and the bartenders clearly knew their stuff, it seemed to be one of their softer nights where people came to relax rather than party. The staff were decently dressed and many attractive people were there to either enjoy a drink or enjoy the view of some other patrons, possibly to get a more private view themselves.
Due to the nature of such a program, it would aparrentky activate when chemical imbalances took place along with certain brain activity patterns. It functioned through negative reinforcement, shocking the user in such cases. Stephen looked at Killswitch curiously. "What downloading?"
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Gruwel looked at the place for a moment, not too thrilled with how busy it was, but shrugged it off, and stepped inside. He casually walked up to the bar, and ordered a drink. Then he just kinda sat at the bar, keeping his head rather low. It was very rare that he went out in public, since he obviously wasn't used to it. But there were times when he did enjoy himself, though they were rather rare nowadays.
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"Thank you sir." Trish said as he walked away. She headed over to find Mr. Jackson. "Mr. Jackson, right? I'm Trish Carlotta of the Digital Directory news. Your foreman sent me your way."
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The bartender quickly served Gruwel his drink and quickly moved on to other things but not unkind about it. Around some talked and joked and sometimes made an advance to someone else.
"Yeah?" The man asked, he was sitting in a chair as his mechanical arm was hooked up to the machines the chair was connected to, looking around and packing materials carefully but quickly. "I guess this is about the robberies? They haven't stopped talking about it."
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"If they want a machine." Killswitch said. "They will get a machine. I just hope they like what they get."
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Gruwel stared at the drink for a while, and then looked around, hoping that nobody was watching him. He leaned in close, and willed the tube he had used earlier to drink the coffee to again emerge from his mask, which it did. He usually felt a sense of embarrassment when he had to eat or drink in public, he seemed to be one of the only people who had even heard of the tech he'd gotten surgically attached to his face, and he often felt odd, and out of place. He stopped halfway through the glass, and again looked around.
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Nobody seemed too judging about that, in today's technology it might have been some kind of air purification tech for all they cared. Looking like some sort of gass mask with the added benifit of being able to eat and drink from, few usually took things that far but it wasn't that big of a deal in here anyway.
"That's not the point, you're lucky to feel, you're the prototype, they judge and analyse you and adjust promptly to such things in the next designs." Stephen quickly said. "You're just invalidating the project by doing this, it's no good to do that...you're ruining things if you go through with this...besides, if you're just a machine in that aspect then you'll never have a mate. At least I got to enjoy having a girlfriend before I took thks job."
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Gruwel got up from his seat, after he'd finished the drink, and hastily strode out of the bar. Once he was in the driver's seat of his car, glanced over at his laptop. It was late by now, so his client must've been done doing whatever by now. He picked up his laptop, and opened it up, checking for a message, though he had a sinking feeling that he wasn't going to find anything.
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Nope, not a single message from the intended client. Although another one of interest wanted an unusually shaped statue with a hollow recess, preferably with holes in it for wiring and such as it would be used for an interface for some purpose.
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Mentioning that he'd had a girlfriend before deffinately didnt help. Killswitch stood, tail thrashing violently, and strode towards his handler. "You and I both know I will never have a mate here. Whenever they perfect my flaws, they will destroy me and replace me with the perfected version. That is not the life of an animal, it is the life of a machine." By this point, he was practically on top of Stephen.
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Stephen sighed and looked Killswitch right in the eyes. "We have computers so advanced here that some have chosen on their own to be named something, without any interface, machines that respond better to kindness over time and will actually correct the user when wrong about something...what would you call that? Is some thinking and feeling hardware a machine without a body? Just some brain in metal form...are they just machines?"
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(Is it safe for me to assume that somethings a bit odd about client not replying? Odd as in someone has been murdered, is being held hostage, or something else like that?)
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(One could jump to that conclusion. He could simply be on vacation though, the permanency of such...is kinda up in the air of assumptions.)
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Gruwel glanced at the request for the statue, and, after quickly typing out a message saying how he'd get back to him when he could work on such a project, he pulled up his client's contact info. He pulled out his phone, and dialed all the phone numbers belonging to this man that he could find, including work phone, personal phone number, and the numbers of people who weren't the client, but could very likely have an idea of where he is.
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Eventually someone picked up the phone, by the sounds of it a secretary. "Hello, Mr. Dietrich's office, how may I help you?"
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Gruwel was honestly surprised he got an answer. "Uh, yeah, this is Gruwel Ecisin, I've been trying to contact Mr. Dietrich about his desk which I was constructing for him, and I never got a reply. I called to check and make sure that he wasn't on vacation or something."
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"Oh sorry, he went on a trip a few days ago, probably what he meant by a little business before he left." The kind secretary said.
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"Ah, okay." Gruwel said, relieved that he finally knew why his client wasn't picking up the phone. "Ok, well, when should he be returning?"
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"Irrelevant." Killswitch said. "I am no computer. I breathe and I have a heartbeat. That will not change a thing, though. In the end, I will be destroyed and you will be payed..."
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The secretary hummed as the sound of files moving was heard. "About...4:30 pm tomorrow if everything works out."
Stephen looked away and sighed. "How I wish that weren't true...computers need air to function, and electricity runs through their veins...you don't know how bad a computer feels before you hear it beg for it's life to not be disassembled."
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Gruwel nodded, slightly, in understanding. "Ah, okay, I'll be sending his desk in tomorrow, then."
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Killswitch snarled and spun away, slashing the wall as he did so. He hit so hard he left the slashes glowing, even when he lied down again. If he grew any more angry or frustrated, his combat protocol could kick on -it was already warming up- and it would likely be best to just leave the room and let him get it out of his system, even with the amount of damage it would cause. He canceled the download as he curled back up on his bed, his tail still a maelstrom of activity.
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"Thank you." The secretary cheerily said. "Will that be all?" She kindly asked.
Stephen sighed and stood up. "Maybe...I should get that brain implant...might make them a bit more hesitant to disassemble you, if they think of that." He swallowed a slightly stiffer drink before opening the door.
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Killswitch seemed to ignore him, though he was actually shutting down his processor to prevent activation of combat protocol. As it turned off, he did seem to calm quite a bit; likely because half of his mind had just gone quiet.
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Eventually Stephen returned, a small stack of waivers in hand as he sat down with a pen. He quietly read them over as he glumly looked for crazy clauses and unusual legal mumbojumbo.
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By the time Stephen returned, Killswitch had already rebooted and come mostly around. He stood and moved to Stephen's side, looking over the papers. He ran them through the mainframe to determine their significance, though he had an idea of what they were for.
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Stephen finished what he was doing and sighed as he sat back. "Well...it's all set to go in motion...just gotta file it and...maybe you'll be less expendable to them. I'm already expendable enough but really I was probably the only one dumb enough to take this job."
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"I don't wish to share minds with anyone." Killswitch said, looking through the trials of the experimental device. "It has driven many insane... Not all, but many."
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"They'll probably just erase my memory about this anyway." Stephen said. "Besides, I've had my fun before I came here, you should too."
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"Fun?" Killswitch asked, truly not understanding. "How? I am a machine to them, programmed to kill..."
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"Not to me, I've spent a lot more time with you." Stephen simply said as he sorted the paperwork and stood up. "You're more than a machine, and as soon as you believe that, you've lost yourself."
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Zeklon woke up grabbing his weapons and other things he had to walk to get to were he was needed he sighed and drank his coffee getting up and walking out the door into the city.
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The city was a busy as always, hundreds of people going about their business absentmindedly. Many if not all the stores remained open 24/7 despite the soft drizzle currently happening. It seemed to rain like this a lot more recently although it could just as much be the season for it.
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Zeklon was were he needed to be it was simply to watch the factory doors and areas were people worked and handled new machines he pulled his Smart Pistol out making sure people didn't get to close.
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Everything seemed normal, people minded their business and kept to themselves as they worked like a machine to keep things running. They stopped briefly for lunch in a bit.
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"Yeah, thanks." Gruwel said, before hanging up. He slipped his phone into his pocket, and began to drive home.
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Zeklon was now off his shift he had to deliver a letter to a handler saying what new protocols were needed he walked up to Stephen's door and knocked on the door waiting for him to answer
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On the way you notice a rather bad car crash, it seemed to be due to some malfunction of the traffic system. Only one car was involved on the rather secouded stretch of the highway, no fires or anything. The vehicle was on it's side, broken glass and shattered plastic spread around. The impact was serious enough to dislodge one of the seats from the car and it lay spread about a short distance away. It didn't seem like someone would be likely to survive it, and a small pool of blood was forming on the ground.
Stephen sighed as he looked to his charge. "One sec." He left the papers on the desk and opened the door. "Yes?" He asked curiously as he looked over the man standing by his door.
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Zeklon simply said "protocols from the top."He brushed his fur out his eyes handing him the letter.( got to go be back on later)
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Gruwel slowed his car, staring wide eyed at the wreckage. "Oh god..." He muttered, before stopping his car, and quickly running over to see if anyone was alive inside. "Hello?" He said loudly, as he approached the vehicle. "Is anyone still alive in there?" He took out his phone, which had a flashlight setting on it, and shone it upon the wreckage to get a better view.
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The light showed a bit more than what was shown before. Just outside the window lay an arm stained mostly red, a dull white fur shining in the light. Some weak coughing was heard as he neared. The soft groans indecated someone was alive but hurt pretty badly.
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"Yeah, seems to be trending quite a bit." Trish answered. She looked at how his arm was wired up to the devices "Just out of curiousity, what's hooking your arm up to the machinery do?"
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Killswitch moved over beside his handler and nudged the door open further to see who had arrived. He scanned over Zeklon, using all sensors, and ran the info he gained through the main database. "Subject identified as Zeklon. Last name unknown. Friendly troop. Status: healthy."
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(question, is this a severed arm? Or is it still attached to the dude?)
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"Lets me pack the heavier materials into freight for shipping, specifically needed someone without a biological arm for this interface and I fit the bill, plus I get to lay down all day so I'm happy. It's the company's arm though, I have my own." The man said as he kept working, looking into a series of three screens as he laid there working.
(Cybernetic arm. It's attached but the most it does in the chair is twitch sometimes. There's a little stump coming off the shoulder.)
Stephen thanked Killswitch as he read the letter. He didn't seemed to alarmed by it but some of the details confused him. He read over varying sections and sighed. "Great...most of this is just more specific things...don't want you jumping outta the transport anymore, apparently there's some new harness for that they'd rather us use."
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(so like, it's attached but it's coming off?)
EDIT: (Eh, actually, don't worry, I'll figure it out later.)
Gruwel ran up to the car, peering inside to get a better look at the person inside, preparing to dial 911.
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"Negative." Killswitch said stubbornly. "Trajectory calculations are much more efficient."
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"Protocol mandates that you must now use a harness for vertical declines greater than 25 feet." Stephen said. "That's plenty reasonable most drops are below that mark anyway."
(Oh crap, sorry I got confused for a second. It's just a regular arm but it is rather damaged. Kinda sticking out from the windshield area.)
The white furred person, possibly some kind of mouse or rat, was on the side of the car towards the ground, some crunched metal near the shoulder. Not much blood was leaking out. The person deleriously looked around a bit, not quite consious but somewhat responsive.
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Gruwel, after staring in horror at the figure in the car, quickly brought up his phone, and dialed 911. As the phone rang, he spoke to to person in a reassuring tone, "Hey, you should probably to stay still, it would be bad if you got more hurt than you already are."
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The person coughed a bit, some blood droplets flying out as the figure breathed raspy breaths. It tried to say something but nothing meaningful cropped up.
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(So, are the 911 operators not picking up or...)
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(Oh yeah sorry.)
The phone was quickly answered. "911 what is your emergency?" The helpful male voice asked.
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"Uh, yeah, I'm on Highway 74, and there's a car wreck here. A guy's inside the car and uh, he's not looking too good." Gruwel stated, awkwardly.
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Killswitch glared at him, but otherwise made no other arguments. "Protocol is begining to become rediculous."
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Zeklon waited for awhile "I only deliver the letters I don't make theses things trust me the get worst." He leaned against the wall.
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The sound of clicking keys were heard as the man looked that up. "Ok, how is his condition? Does he respond to anything like light, or sound? Don't move them. We'll have someone on the way."
"Protocol is only being cautious, if not overly so." Stephen said as he turned to the man who handed him the letter. "Well, thank you for delivering these in a timely fashion." He handed over some small credit sticks. "This should make the job less...peperworkish. thanks." He turned again to Killswitch and nodded. "I got all that peperwork lined up...hopefully it should help in the long run."
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"Leave, Zeklon." Killswitch snarled. He wouldn't hurt his handler, but a stranger was another story. He was simply venting, but he could still be dangerous.
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Zeklon nodded "If you need anything else just contact me." He handed him a card then walked away. He sat down on the sidewalk drinking some water.
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Gruwel was a bit overwhelmed by the questions being shot at him, but he maintained his cool. "Well, he's coughing blood. And his arm's pretty bad too. I think he tried to say something a few seconds ago, but he couldn't."
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"Ok, help is on the way." The dispatcher said with confidence. "I'll still talk as they get there, they'll be there in 5 minutes maximum." He explained over the phone. "Do you have anything to section the road, markers or anything to keep the area of the crash safe from traffic?"
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Gruwel thought for a moment. "Erm... No, not really, just my laptop."
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"We should get the paperwork in if we are going to." Killswitch said, none too happily.
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Stephen nodded and grabbed the small stack of files. "It will be fine." He said, putting up a front of absolute certainty.
"Well if your car isn't pulled over to the side of the road, I suggest doing so, how is the victim holding up?" The operator asked curiously. "Can they move freely? How is he doing?"
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"For you, maybe." Killswitch said. "I will become that much more machine."
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"Yeah, it's already on the side of the road." Gruwel replied. "He's... Well, honestly, I haven't touched the guy, I'm afraid that I'll break his rib cage or something."
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"Ok, we'll keep you on the line, just stay clear of the road." The dispatcher said as some bright lights could be seen in the distance.
Stephen shook his head. "One way to look at it, this will be my first implant. If anything you'll be less machine because of the very thoughts we'd share."
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Gruwel nodded. "Yeah, I see some lights coming down the road."
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"Good, that's probably the paramedics. Thanks for allerting us about this, you probably saved someones life." The ooerator said as tge heavy vehicle opened up and the medics hopped out, quickly assisting the person without a word.
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"Your logic is strange." Killswitch said. "It makes sense... To a degree. Though the thoughts making me less machine would only neutralize however much the implant makes me a machine."
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"Then I'll be the only one that's more machine." Stephen sadly said. "You need to be more positive."
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Gruwel stared for a moment at the paramedics, still holding the phone up to his ear. "No problem..." He muttered, before hanging up. He then took a step towards the paramedics before asking. "Uh, is he going to be all right?"
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"By the looks of it...mostly, might need surgery to remove the damaged limb and therapy for the new arm." One of them said as the other one loaded them into the vehicle.
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Zeklon boosted up to a ledge the climbed up he jumped his jets thrusting to break his fall. Zeklon walked down the alley to make sure nobody was doing anything illegal. There were three thugs one of them pipped up "you picked a bad time to get lost friend." The thugs walked towards him Zeklon pulled his Smart Pistol out saying "Take another step and your dead." The thug smirked lunging towards him his Smart Pistol locked-on all three firing a burst. The shots rang out Zeklon walked up and took one look at the now lifeless bodies and kept walking.
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"I am positive enough." Killswitch said. "I have red wires running through my brain."
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"But your brain is not a computer itself...it's made of flesh and blood just like you are." Stephen said with a half smile.
Some brave or curious souls investigated the scene but quickly ran off. If any action was taken it could easily be pulled aside from security footage. Nothing much happened after that, seemed to be rather boring actually.
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"Mostly." Killswitch corrected, not realizing he had made a joke. "I am mostly flesh and blood. 87% to be precise."
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Zeklon continued on killing those who chose to fight once he was done he took another sip of water and continued on to the next alley this one having the most complaints recently.
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Gruwel nodded. "Okay..." He then walked back to his car, feeling a bit awkward. He proceeded to begin driving back to his home, glancing at the ambulance in the rear view mirror.
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The ambulance slowly drove away as it faded from view. The rest of the ride was uneventful as usual.
"And most of the DNA in my body isn't mine, same true with any living animal. Doesn't make it less you right?" Stephen said as he hurriedly picked up and rearranged the stack of papers. "Well...I better turn this in..."
Surprisingly this one wasn't filled with thugs or upstarts, this one simply had a ramshackle hut made from rusty metal in the deep end, where another buidling capped the other end. Still complaints were complaints, and there was a job needing doing. Especially when a shabby man with an eye patch stepped out of the small structure, turning to look back ij for a bit before heading out.
(Edit just for Tren. :3 )
After another simple job and a decently short talk about it. The pay was handed out electronically, and the mild suggestion of going to the snack bar was made, naturally in the same building as it was huge, and not many places were nearby.
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Zeklon continued on not seeing anyone so he went deeper into the alley not knowing how far it stretched
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The man with the eye patch noticed Zeklon approaching and turned to face him. "What do you want?" He asked clearly cautious.
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Gruwel drove home, not being able to stop thinking about the man in the car crash. Eventually, he arrived at his home. He parked his car, and walked up to his front door, holding his laptop. He creaked open his door, and flipped on a few lights. Lazily, he plopped down on his couch, and began to think things over in his head.
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Zeklon's ears perked and looked ahead saying "Just simply going on a complaint call no trouble." He still had his Smart Pistol ready just in case
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Killswitch returned to his bed, lying down with a sigh. "Just get it over with."
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"Ok..." the eye patched man said simply. "I don't mean to cause trouboe either."
Everything was normal in the home, same stuff not nailed to the floor, same emails. Nothing seemed to change while he was gone.
"Ok." Stephen said as he rushed out the door, a small slip of paper falling out from the lose stack unnoticed by Stephen himself as he rushed off.
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Zeklon turned around and walked out the alley stopping by an apartment complex that was causing some trouble he opened the fire escape door and walked all the way to the roof and sat down eating some crackers
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(So, I guess I just wait around now?)
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(Well, he can, what he does is up to him, it's his free time, he can work, just watch tv, or even just go to bed. I plan stuff out...if by planning you mean winging things.)
Lunch went off rather well. A text popped up on his phone almost at the end asking if the tasks were done.
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Killswitch stood and walked over to the paper, picking it up without even scanning it. He simply broke the doorknob, being unable to turn it himself, and took off after Stephen. Once he was close enough, it would be pretty clear he was following Stephen; his tungsten claws were not quiet against the steel floor.
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Trish listened intently to Mr. Jackson. "Fascinating really." she pulled her right hand glove and data pad. "The foreman mentioned a raise in loss and a mechanical arm in the security cameras. Not trying to incriminate anyone but...do any of the workers here with mechanical arms have any umm...grievances with the company?"
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"Ehhhh...sometimes that designer gets picked on a lot...but it's not their fault, I personally don't care about that kind of stuff..." The worker carefully said. "You'll know when you meet the guy. It's not so much of a grievance with the entire company as much as just plain mean."
Stephen was already gon, the number on the elevator quickly ticking up. He clearly didn't want to be interrupted in his corse of action, either because he was dead set or didn't wanna change his mind. The paper itself was a bunch of small text from the quick glance but nothing was actually written on there by Stephen himself.
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Killswitch sighed and patched into the elevator control. He brought it to a stop between floors, then started it back down. He had no idea why he was doing this; maybe this paper was something important, even without any writing on it. While he waited, he sat the paper down and scanned it over, running it through the database.
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Zeklon headed home when he got there he got into a pair shorts and a short. He made some more coffee and sat down watching some T.V Zeklon thought about what else he might have do next.
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The paper listed a bunch of side effects from the operations dealing with the implant for the test subject handler. It included migraines, memory loss, risk of death, high blood pressure, absentmindedness due to the interchanging of 'thoughts' susceptibility to magnetism of any kind, chronic pain, clotting, and a whole slew of other symptoms. Some much more dangerous than others. It also included some info on maintaining the transceiver and some other info. The elevator slowly came from a stop and as the doors slid open Stephen stayed in, somewhat surprised at seeing Killswitch again. "Oh, I thought some more important business was doing that. What's up?" He asked as he looked at his partner.
The tv ran the usual programming, but while flipping channels some news about a crash popped up, saying how some company executive lost an arm in a strange car accident, and that some stranger helped her out. A picture of Ms. Montgomery, a mouse that worked for Relyon cybernetics was cropped up on the screen for a brief moment before they started talking about more political issues and other things.
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Zeklon was surprised to see that so he finished his coffee and sat back down. Before he knew it he was sound asleep and dreaming about people he knew were dead.
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Killswitch tapped the paper with a paw, then walked into the elevator and sat, releasing his control over it. "Those side-effects look bad."
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Stephen seemed like he was going to say something but quickly decided against it. He grabbed the paper and pushed the button to head back up to the labs. He was quiet the whole way up, almost sadly so.
Soon light filtered into the room, the clock read 7:30 am and the smell of pre made coffee was wafting around.
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Zeklon was up and already had all his gear walking out with a thermos in his paw . He was required to now watch another street to prevent any fights. He arrived on time finding a place to stand he had his weapon out. He watched as furs and people walked by looking them over as they passed ( got to go to school cya at 2:30)
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Killswitch patched back into the elevator and stopped it, noticing Stephen's mood. "I will not have your sadness clouding my mind later on. Out with it."
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"I could have said the same thing to you earlier." Stephen pointed out.
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After another simple job and a decently short talk about it. The pay was handed out electronically, and the mild suggestion of going to the snack bar was made, naturally in the same building as it was huge, and not many places were nearby.
Harris grumbled something under his breath as he made his way to the mess hall. He was getting quite tired of this job, a gun for hire. He longed to back back with his family again, but Marlowe had tricked him into signing a new contract. Harris blamed himself for being so foolish, but a tiny part of him kept saying it was all part of their plan.
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"Hello." The friendly fox at the counter greeted. "How are we feeling today?" She kindly greeted.
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"I could have said the same thing to you earlier." Stephen pointed out.
"No." Killswitch said. "You could not have. While a small part of me may feel something during off time, combat protocols eliminate anything internal standing in the way of doing my job. You don't have combat protocols built in, so your emotions may get in the way. Mine will not."
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Harris grabbed his food quickly. He responded to the fox rather absentmindedly, and his words were laced with sarcasm. "Just lovely thank you." He said, starting to walk away, not caring what the fox had to say. All that mattered was the job he was just given.
(Speaking of, what would said job be?)
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Jake woke up in the early hours of morning as an Alarm Tone Engaged. (yawning)"ugh... what the hell is going on ?" He stood up, put some casual clothes on and Headed to the door. outside someone gave jake quickly a datapad. jake "hey, wait a moment!" the person turned around. jake continued "What is going on here ?"
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(Lets just say that I'm occupying myself. I guess I'll be ready for something whenever you can cook it up.)
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Zeklon noticed somebody acting a bit suspicious he walked over without hesitation the person pulled a pistol out and smacked him across the snout. He laid on the grown blood dripping from his face Zeklon managed to get up holding the wound saying "geez what was his problem." Zeklon soon was a bit dizzy and fainted.
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"And your combat protocols might interfere with my judgement where protocols fall through." Stephen said. "Especially when given a situation where to follow protocols would require breaking them."
(Security guard at...Roman Energetics)
"The plan failed, we need to cover it up, namely breaking into the police impound and removing the device." The mysterious man said.
Zeklon woke up in a dark room, tied to a chair with a single light dangling above.
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Zeklon's fur was still stained with blood, he looked around his vision blurred and slowly coming into focus. He said in a drowsy voice "What happened?" He tried to move his paws but found they were tied. His snout ached Zeklon looked around but the light was too bright.
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"As I said before, your logic is strange." Killswitch said, lying down and beginning to clean his claws; sort of a way to show he had all the time in the world.
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Jake took a look at the datapad: "Sparks Meet me at Hangar Bay 1, i need too talk to you. -signed Stormfire-" "hmm... seems like Stormfire need to say something to me" Jake went to Hangar bay 1, as he arrived Stormfire waited already for him. Jake asked "So Stormfire you wanted to talk ? By the way... Can you say what is going on here ?" Stormfire replied "We got a problem that is needed to be solved" Jake replied "a problem ?"
Jake looked around and noticed that his equipment laid in one of the Transporters. Stormfire "this Transporter should bring you and 2 infiltrators to the location of an automatic Distress signal of one of our Contacts near RE. we will need to exfill him." Jake saluted and Replied "On my way Storm!" (The Pilot of the Transporter Announced "Alright Close the hatch and Let's Go")
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"I'm not gonna give you an example cuz that in itself could mess you up." Stephen grumbled as the doors opened and he stepped out into some data room. He handed someone the files and gave a short talk before heading back.
"Why?" Was the only word spoken, a robot, clearly messed with popped into view, some lose wiring sticking out from the limbs. "Why do you wish to know? It doesn't change what has transpired earlier."
(Coltric, the job at Roman Energetics was for Tren's character, sorry if that wasn't clear, your job was the one spoken by the mysterious man.)
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Zeklon was confused simply sighing "I don't know wouldn't you wanna know if you were put in my place!!" Zeklon was very frustrated saying "Who else is here that is actually a living being not a robot." He slumped back into the chair blood beginning to drip a little again
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"Just man, the person behind the machine. It's irrelevant as to me being in your place, this is about you." The machine said, a tiny LED on it's face lighting up to show some kind of cat's face. He took a clean cloth and wiped the blood from Zeklon's nose. "I apologise for the force earlier, only way to get you here without you seeing where we are, you will be returned to a known location after this. I just have questions. Some may seem odd."
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Zeklon sighed "Ask away, but it's not guaranteed that I will answer some." He sat up waiting for what happened next.
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"Good, now answer this, can an all powerfup being create something it that it can't move?" The robot said with a twitch. It watched Zelkon for a bit before waiting for an answer.
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Zeklon thought for awhile "I don't know actually but it's possible." He thought if he answered wrong he might be beat up or worst.
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Killswitch finished cleaning himself and reconnected to the TV downstairs, streaming directly to himself. He watched for a while as the show folowed a young panther-ess through her hunt.
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"Good, you're not a robot." The machine said curiously. The face on the monitor looked around him a bit. "Ok, that's good...now, Name and occupation."
Stephen sighed as he waited for the elevator to go back to their rooms. "I hope I'm not going to kill myself doing this." He half joked.
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Killswitch shut of the stream and stood. "The likelihood is very high. About 78%"
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Zeklon was glad he answered correctly "My name is Zeklon and my occupation is a soldier of this citie's special forces and peacekeeping of the citizens of this city."
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"Not what I wanted to hear..." Stephen said with a sigh as he opened the door and laid down on the couch.
"How high are you ranked? What have you done recently?" The machine asked at the man on the screen stared at him. "And what is the caloric cost of a smile?"
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Zeklon replied calmly "Lietanent and I've recently killed 7 thugs on a complaint call in an alley way." He also said "I don't know about the other question though I would have to look it up."
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Killswitch walked in, ignoring the broken doorknob, and turned the TV back on, watching the Panther-ess again. "She would be a suitable mate."
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"Ok..." The machine said with a nod. "We can confirm you are who you say you are...we will keep watching, we have eyes everywhere...I hope you can open yours as well..." the machine took out a small needle of green liquid and tapped the glass, shooting some from the needle. "You will now be released...lets hope we can cross paths again...once you can see the truth..."
"I wouldn't know...my girlfriend wasn't very trustworthy, kinda why I took this job." Stephen sadly said. "Dropped her like a dead weight."
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Zeklon replied "Ok, I guess so then." He looked at the needle asking "What's that for?" He was now trying to untie himself. He was worried that it was lights out again
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"Trust is an anthro concept." Killswitch said. "Not normally a reason for a feral to mate. However, I can see the reasoning behind it, likely because of my upgrades..."
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"Something to pass the time while we move you to another more identifiable location. I guarantee that you won't know where we are, most don't...most ignore the downside of today, even when it's right out of their noses." The machine said as he firmly grabbed one arm. "You may feel some pressure...then you'll wake up...thirsty though."
"I planned on asking her to marry me and be completely monogamous...until I found out she wasn't interested in monogamy..." Stephen sadly said. "Nothing tells you that like walking in on someone lying on top of her."
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Zeklon was thinking about this and said"Was I set up ?does somebody want me dead?!" He had a slight panicking in his voice.
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"Set up, to a degree. Die, hell no." The man on the face said. "We don't roll like that, or prefer to not. No need to be afraid." He slowly stuck the needle in and pushed the drug in. Darkness slowely crept in his field of vision as the meds took effect.
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Zeklon tried to fight against the drugs he managed a small yelp before he let himself go to the drugs effect.
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"I will not pretend to be knowledgable about anthro affairs." Killswitch said, eyes closely following the panther-ess. "Though I would personally tear the other male apart."
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Soon the drugs wore off and Zeklon woke up in the park about a block away from his home. Perfectoy fine, nothing missing but thirsty as heck.
"That's murder in our book...punishible by death according to our system." Stephen explained. "I don't know how to put it...perhaps our judges could be considered the elders, regardless of age."
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Zeklon got up he still had his weapons and armor he got to his house and was strangely very thirsty. Zeklon got inside his house and guzzled 4 water bottles and sat down he looked in the mirror at the nasty gash on his snout. He walked out the door and climbed to the rooftops looking out at the city not remembering much thay happened. He sat down watching everybody below walking on the sidewalks.
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Everyone below seemed oblivious as to what happened. Soon enough after that his memory slowly returned to him, well, what transpired between the periods of unconsciousness anyway.
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Zeklon remembered everything and jumped down off the building jets thrusting before he hit the ground walking along. Thinking about what those people wanted from him. Zeklon looked at his radio scrolling threw the stations he responded to one he was looking "Echo four one, this is Zeklon I've been recently been kidnapped and released permission for further investigation." They replied "You have permission for further investigation." Zeklon walked back to were he was pistol smacked he looked around at the blood stains on the ground following it to tire marks on the road, then followed those but found nothing. He sighed calling up the radio "Echo four one search failed." He sat down taking a sip of water.
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"Over complicated minds, anthros." Killswitch said. "Nothing is simple with you two legged creatures."
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"We shape the world to our designs...a mind is the most powerful of things." Stephen said, feeling a tad insightful. "But it's also a terrible thing to have, always worrying, always planning, always fighting ourselves."
Tbe search, however fruitless did yeild the fact that whoever was doing this was powerful indeed, yet didn't like to be seen. Most might not know who was on the screen, most anyway. Lucky enough that was one of the clearest things out there in his memory, and although he never stated his name, he was clearly someone to look out for.
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Zeklon was sent on another crowd supervision and control call knowing that maybe that cat might be there watching. He found a place to watch again this time not going after anybody unless it was necessary. He saw a couple people though handing off things. He locked-on killing 2 this time the people around him scattered at the sound of shots he called up for the bodies to be removed
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"And bothering others that would have lived a normal life." Killswitch said, a bit bitterly. "Elders hold no meaning for me, though. That is why I do not fear Mr. Logan as you do."
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"Mr. Logan is why you're alive and I'm working here..." Stephen said in a hushed tone. "There's rumors that he can have people killed..."
The unit carefully removed the bodies. One of them opened the small bag that was traded and took out what was aparrently a sandwich of sort, he sifted through it and couldn't find anything hidden within. "Yo!" The girl with the sandwich shouted as she waved the bag. "You shot them over a turkey on rye?"
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(Lol, turkey on rye... :D )
"He ruined my life." Killswitch said, still watching the panther-ess. "I might've known her by now if I hadn't been... Altered."
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Zeklon sighed "I guess so thought it was something else."He helped lift the bodies up writing a note then slipping it into the bag. Zeklon sighed and whispered to himself "Killed them thinking they were passing information." He put his hand on his ear playing with his fur it was a nervous habit he had. He was later contacted about the incident the orders were simply to take more action on investigation.
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"He made much of what we have today, we owe a lot to him in all honesty." Stephen said straightforwardly.
He was also informed that it was simply a forgetful man being brought lunch by his girlfriend. The suggestion of speaking first was heavily suggested as they couldn't really afford heavy handed officers.
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Time had passed for Null Trace; he had let his thoughts of acquiring funds slide for the time being.
Now that it was a new day, he checked his accounts and realized he really needed to do something about it. He was not yet ready to move permanently into the digital realm, so he needed to sustain himself physically. Perhaps now was the time to go for something big, something dangerous.. He was skillful after all, no one can trace him. He knows that reputation of a major corporation was top priority, and information that can jeopardize this reputation can be worth a lot.
But who to target? Hadn't one of the big corps been in the news recently about protests of a new tech..
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The search of info revealed that the company Spar Tech was indeed working on some strange technology, proposing to creat their own version of cubits in a more tangible form. Some feared that it could interrupt jobs and seeing as the preexisting cubits could survive from ambient electrical energy, they could work indefinitely and survive off the discharge from machinery.
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Zeklon thought about somebody who might know who is this mysterious person. He said to his hud "Last delivered letter location." It popped up and Zeklon arrived at Stephen's door knocking he looked at himself in reflection of the glass the blood still stained his fur he sighed.(Cya yah all at 3:30 but after that I have a local fursuit meet)
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Philosophically, Spar Tech was at odds to his own thinking. Making digital lifeforms and taking them more into the physical world was like taking god's creatures and forcing them to toil in the netherworld.. He bit his tongue, and started his work by laying a relay web to hide his trail.
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With the relays successfully laid, the mission could begin, there were many firewalls to overcome however and the possibility of a backlash was possible. The danger only made things more interesting...
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"He made much of what we have today, we owe a lot to him in all honesty." Stephen said straightforwardly.
He was also informed that it was simply a forgetful man being brought lunch by his girlfriend. The suggestion of speaking first was heavily suggested as they couldn't really afford heavy handed officers.
"I owe him nothing." Killswitch said. "If anything, he owes me."
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"He'd disagree, you can talk, convey messages in a meaningful way that others can understand." Stephen said. "But I see where you're coming from...and...after the operation...we may be shelved for a while."
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Jake took a look at the datapad: "Sparks Meet me at Hangar Bay 1, i need too talk to you. -signed Stormfire-" "hmm... seems like Stormfire need to say something to me" Jake went to Hangar bay 1, as he arrived Stormfire waited already for him. Jake asked "So Stormfire you wanted to talk ? By the way... Can you say what is going on here ?" Stormfire replied "we got a problem to be solved" Jake replied "a problem ?"
]Jake looked around and noticed that his equipment laid in one of the Transporters. Stormfire "this Transporter should bring you and 2 infiltrators to the location of an automatic Distress signal of one of our Contacts near RE. we will need to exfill him." Jake saluted and Replied "On my way Storm!" (The Pilot of the Transporter Announced "Alright Close the hatch and Let's Go")
(strikedthrough some stuff to "Delete" some maybe plot interfering stuff)
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(Again, sorry for the confusion.)
"Yeah, someone messed up the plan, the executive who approved the shipping of slum subjects to testing survived the crash." Stormfire said. "We don't know what saved her but Cross isn't happy we did it this way AND failed. We need to remove the data interference device from the wreckage before it's examined and traced."
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"As I was for a while after every modification." Killswitch said. "Though it won't be long."
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"Might be longer for me, they have to store my memories in case they mess up something. And even then it's gonna be a while..." Stephen said with a sigh.
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"Yeah, someone messed up the plan, the executive who approved the shipping of slum subjects to testing survived the crash." Stormfire said. "We don't know what saved her but Cross isn't happy we did it this way AND failed. We need to remove the data interference device from the wreckage before it's examined and traced."
"uhhr... Fantastic... And i am the only one who is currently available to do this?" Jake said. "Then... give me my equipment and unlock a Shuttle, i have to wipe away the mess."
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"That is another way I know they do not care for me." Killswitch said. "They don't store my memories."
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"You don't need them I guess, the machine takes care of that." Stephen said. "I'm...kinda wondering if they'll change that...my memories I mean."
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"What reason would they have to alter your memories?" Killswitch asked. "Afterall, they are going through the trouble of saving them."
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"Hmmm..." Stephen said with a sigh. "I don't know."
"The transport will be at the corner of Delta and Blair." The person said as he handed him a data stick. "Location, times of entry and possible entry points, try nonlethal this time."
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Zeklon was getting a bit impatient so he knocked again a little harder he then stepped back leaning against the wall playing with his fur on his ear.
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"The transport will be at the corner of Delta and Blair." The person said as he handed him a data stick. "Location, times of entry and possible entry points, try nonlethal this time."
"okey... Engage systems... powerup engines... and Guys there... Open the Bay doors!" annouced jake to Hangar service. at the end of the flight he landed his craft in the most inconspicuous point: behind a Enormus Trashcan in an Side way.
"hmm... I should be careful especialy when the striking pin of my old gun wil jam up again." Jake leaved the shuttle and moved slowly to the Wrackage and saw only the empty slot for the DID "huh ?... there is the slot but where is the DID ?"
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Stephen quickly got up, having not noticed the knocking the door. He quickly answered it. "Hello?"
The slot seemed heavily damaged, almost like it was forcibly jettisoned from the slot from some impact.
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Killswitch stood, the TV shutting off behind him. He moved to the door, his stance defensive as he scanned over their visitor. "Again... Health status shows minor lacerations and bruising."
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Zeklon sighed "Just had some questions I was knocked out and taken do you know somebody that usually does this?" He gestured towards the gash on his nose ."He knows we're I live and I need some place to lay low for a while." He leaned against the wall again sighing.
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"Ummm...you anger the wrong big wig?" Stephen asked. "There's not many that come to mind, mostly rumors, but I know Mr. Logan wouldn't do that, he's a great guy." He clearly put some emphasis on the last bit.
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"If you're scared of him." Killswitch added. "He is not, otherwise."
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Zeklon looked up saying "It was a cat he asked me questions then said they were keeping an eye on me then they sedated me." He was nervously looking down the hall as if he was being watched replying "lets make a deal i can lay low with you for a while perhaps up in the attic, of course I will pay you 2,300$ a month or for however long."He held out the money and his hand for a handshake.
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"Negative." Killswitch said, though technically it was Stephen's decision. "Money means nothing."
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Stephen thought about it for a little bit. "Ummm...ok. I guess, but I'm fine with 1,000 a month, just buy your own food. I have a spare mini fridge around."
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"If you become a threat," Killswitch warned, turning back to his bed. "I will kill you."
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Zeklon replies "Deal, seems pretty fair I'll grab just some simple stuff from my house." He came back 30 minutes later just with some regular stuff toothbrush, enough clothes, blanket, and pillow he sat down on a chair in the home reading a book he brought.
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Killswitch laid down on his bed, his tail whacking against the chair annoyedly, and turned the TV on. He didnt like this and was none too secretive about it.
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Zeklon didn't reply and continued reading the book as he was very interested in the story.
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"I believe there's some old furnarure up there." Stephen said. "Might not be a bed but there's absolutely a couch and the old fridge up there...as for you Killswitch, he won't be a problem."
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Null smiled grimly and plugged an interface cable into his computer-brain interface jack. Suddenly his vision changed to that of the digital world. Although the doorway to heaven, this is also the realm of demons. Today he will fight the demons. His digital avatar sprouted wings as he brandished a sword made of pure light. He unfurled the digital wings and flew to confront the first of Spar Tech's firewalls.
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The first was a series of rotating data walls, at least 3 shifting around and lining up to accept rapid pockets of data. The walls were bright red but translucent, made of moving hexagons and endlessly shifting.
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Zeklon looked up from the book and said "Oh sorry I was reading, thanks ." He took all the stuff he needed and only left the toothbrush downstairs in the bathroom. He put the food he brought inside the fridge and fell asleep on the couch .
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"He may need minor medical attention." Killswitch said by way of reply, ignoring the subject.
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Null watches the pattern the walls turn in for mere seconds, before we lunges at the opening right as they are lining up, a shimmering box appears around him as he attempts to go through to firewall, disguising himself as legitimate data traffic and taking it's place.
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The slot seemed heavily damaged, almost like it was forcibly jettisoned from the slot from some impact.
jake activate his omni tool and scanned the area, he found the DID in an Trashcan. "Gotcha! and urg... that smell, Should wash it."
as jake wanted to go back to the shuttle as he heard some loud an heavy mechanic Footsteps and the visor's vi Announced "Warning, EpiTec Cerberus walkers detected !"
jake said to himself "I should hurry up, I do not want to deal even with these armored rattle frames."
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"Well...I'll call something." Stephen said with a sigh. He soon dialed up a small medibot.
Everything was ok until it came to a small scanning outlet, surrounding each enterance.
It was a simple mobile transport of the active equipment. However it was registered to battle those in unauthorised areas.
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It was a simple mobile transport of the active equipment. However it was registered to battle those in unauthorised areas.
Jake hided behind a big Scrap pile as he heard that one mech locked a target
"that isn't sounding good... oh! no no no."
one of the Mechs Detected the heat signature of the shuttle and Launced a heatseeker wich destoryed the Shuttle in one shot
mech with deep electronic voice "Enemy Craft neutralized... Scan for life forms... Enemy Organic Signature detected: Fraction Rebellion... Species Shark... Powerup Primary weapons..."
Jake "Time to go the hell out of here!" Jake started to run away but the mech Registered this and started to Trace him. jake heard that the mech launched a rocket and he jumped into cover a momet later he hear the rocket hiss over his head and exploding as it hit a one of the salvage vehicles.
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The machine scanned the area, momentarily losing the target due to the heat signature being replaced by the explosion heat. It took slow lumbering steps and proceeded deeper toward the target shark. "Scanning...scanning..." it said as it looked around.
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Jake looked out of the cover and saw that the mech showed his back to him. "That is my chance!" Jake Grabed his old battle Rifle and aimed in a weakpoint but as he wanted to shoot the fireing mechanism failed and the gun only made Clicking sounds instead of fireing. "Ahhhhhh! Come on... not again! said jake. The mech Turned back and said "Target Relocated... Resume elimation of target... Gatlings running warm..." in the moment where the Mech started to fire jake made it in the last moment to an canal entry but he got hitten by a couple of by the metal reflected projectiles. Jake tried under pain to keep calm so that the mech can't locate him again.
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Harris grabbed his food quickly. He responded to the fox rather absentmindedly, and his words were laced with sarcasm. "Just lovely thank you." He said, starting to walk away, not caring what the fox had to say. All that mattered was the job he was just given.
(Speaking of, what would said job be?)
(Night watchmen for an executive party in some fancy building penthouse...somewhere near the business district.)
The mech followed the trail of blood to the small canal. "Target escaped, unable to follow, damage to structure unacceptable. Disengaging, taking sample," Slowly a small probe decended to the spatter, sampling and storing it before slowly leaving. It's heavy steps growing quieter and quieter.
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Zeklon Sat up and grabbed a soda he put in the fridge and was taking small sips of soda, he walked down the ladder to the other room and said"Seems pretty comfortable up there, I'm just coming down it's a bit hot up there but I will adjust." He drank the rest of the soda tossing it in the trash.
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"That's fine with me, just keep quiet at night, we gotta sleep too." Stephen said as he checked the clock. "Killswitch and I have to go now. Just don't burn the house down."
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The mech followed the trail of blood to the small canal. "Target escaped, unable to follow, damage to structure unacceptable. Disengaging, taking sample," Slowly a small probe decended to the spatter, sampling and storing it before slowly leaving. It's heavy steps growing quieter and quieter.
"uh... finaly i got rid of him... huh... what the ? police sirens...?" said jake to himself...
Meanwhile on the RCS Helion... ...Stormfire enterd the Comstation and asked "anything new from Sparks ?" the com officer said "yes but there are bad news."
The comm officer showed stormfire the Breakeing news: Rioting Mech unit at Salvege operation. stormfire "moment is this the crashed transporter?" com officer replied "yes" Stormfire "Contact the Hangar service that they should make my skycar ready, i need to help him." Stormfire undocked the skycar and made himself on the way to help Jake...
jake "ahhh... i am leaking like a penetrated Fueltank... and my medgel dispenser is empty... I hope someone is is worried about me..." then the ground started to vibrate. "sounds like that this Psycho bot shot the police forces in pices. damned EpiCorp Bots!"
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Zeklon replied "Don't worry I have my own house I doubt I would burn down yours, anyway just wanted to thank you for letting me stay a while." He smiled sitting down and opening the book he was reading.
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"That's fine with me, just keep quiet at night, we gotta sleep too." Stephen said as he checked the clock. "Killswitch and I have to go now. Just don't burn the house down."
Killswitch stood again and killed the TV, glancing at Zeklon. "As little as it may mean to an anthro, this is my home too. Anything happens to it, we will have problems."
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"Lets go buddy, we got a gob to do." Stephen said with a sigh as he opened the doors.
Every once in a while the sound of gunshots could be heard, terrified screams and cries in the distance as the machine malfunctioned again and again.
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Zeklon looked at him said "Trust me I don't plan on messing up another anthros house, being a anthro I give you my word."He looked down at his book taking his Smart Pistol out and set it on the counter just in case a intruder came and found him.
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(So... I'm just waiting around I guess?)
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(Didn't I give you that job at Roman Energetics?)
"Ok, well just mind the place then." Stephen said.
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(Well, if you did, then I didn't get it, can you just go ahead and post it again/for the first time?)
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(Nevermind, I'm getting disorganised trying to keep track of this all...what were you doing last?)
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(I had just gotten back home after the ambulance arrived the wreck.)
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(Oh yes, I thought I did something with that, sorry.)
The tv popped up with the news story about that executive in the car crash, news of the surgery to remove the irreparable arm went rather well but replacement hasn't quite started yet.
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Gruwel let out a soft "Hm...", and leaned forward, towards the TV.
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They mentioned that it was unknown what caused it and didn't know who reported it but they thanked whoever did. They also mentioned that the arm was almost severed and the metal kept the blood in from leaking out.
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Gruwel leaned back again, as the new segment ended. He recalled the newscaster reporting that the person was an executive of some sort. He rewound the footage, to see if there was a mention of what company he was an executive of.
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Zeklon put his book down and looked out the window hearing gunshots. He brushed his teeth and got into some comfortable clothes and went down stairs and layed on the couch watching the T.V, he locked the door and shortly after feel asleep with his pistol laying on his chest. Zeklon was exhausted from yesterday and the day before due to work.
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As the footage replayed, it was clear that the executive was from Spar Tech. (I hope I remembered right.)
The night passed smoothly for the sleeper, uninteroupted in any way. (You'll have to do stuff until Sledge and I settle what happens on the job.)
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"I don't like him being in my home." Killswitch said, walking beside Stephen. "He is one of them that care nothing for ferals."
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"Maybe, or maybe he just stays out of their way." Stephen said as his phone rang, he answered it quickly. "Great, combat droid malfunction. We gotta get geared up, mild explosive and shock rounds." He said as he quickly headed to the armory to gear up.
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Zeklon woke up he yawned and went upstairs and opened the fridge grabbing some meat and went downstairs starting the stove. He made some steak with some seasonings along with some fried potatoes he brought. Zeklon made enough just in case when they came back the could have some. Zeklon sat down and took a plate out, finishing his meal he cleaned everything up and returned to reading his book. He knew that Killswitch disliked him very much he forgot this thought as he continued reading.
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"Alright, so this designer...he's one to keep on the radar. If it was him, i'd assume a lot of this flack would be from the shipping and security department..." Trish looked around a bit "Mind if I take a look at where the stolen stock was taken from? I might be able to get a beat or two on a lead with a little closer investigation."
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"Maybe, or maybe he just stays out of their way." Stephen said as his phone rang, he answered it quickly. "Great, combat droid malfunction. We gotta get geared up, mild explosive and shock rounds." He said as he quickly headed to the armory to gear up.
"Affirmative." Killswitch said. "Reccomend AA-12 shotguns. one with fragmentation rounds one with Tazer rounds."
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Zeklon cleaned his wound and but a band-aid over it, he grew restless so he got in his armor and his Smart Pistol. Zeklon walked out the door locking it behind him with the key. He walked outside towards the shots being careful taking the rooftops so he was less seen by others.
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Stephen loaded them up and ran a systems check. "All systems go." He headed in the transport and headed off after his partner hopped in. "You know the drill, incapacitate as best you can without damaging anything too much but it's an acceptable loss.
The machine was easily found. It was shooting up expensive stores, jerky motions and talking unusually. "The truth...you must know the truth." It said as it shot cars and vehicles, scared people running around and away from the out of control robot but oddly it wasn't shooting living targets.
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Zeklon saw it and jumped off the roof sliding into cover his hud warned about the mech's condition he targeted the sensors he fired only taking out one he double jumped and wall ran over to another roof top his duel wait mounted jets shooting out a blow torch of flames behind him, they were keeping him from falling when he was wall running. He slammed his body behind a wall for cover peering out cautiously to take a look.
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"Combat protocols initializing." Killswitch said, his software entering the weapons info automatically. "Estimated startup time: 30 minutes. ETA?"
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Zeklon remained in cover he checked for wounds he was not injured. He targeted two more sensor the lock-on saying it was ready he fired a burst destroying the two and a couple rounds that didn't lock-on. Zeklon moved after that trying not to stay in one place.
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The combat mech reflexively returned fire, despite missing some sensors. "You will know, all must." It said, clearly malfunctioning badly.
"About 28 minutes." Stephen said, pounding on the side of the transport vessil as they got in and taking off soon after.
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Zeklon ran and jumped on top of the mech tore the head off he smashed a grenade inside of the mech he ran the blast going off shortly destroying it. Zeklon walked up to it now a smoking pile of metal and wires he loaded his pistol and put it in his pistol mount looking it over and waiting for police to show up. He knew that Stephen might be there so he found a piece of cloth and wrapped his face and snout to hide his face and wound. He still remained standing next to what was left of it.(Got to go cya)
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Everything was ok until it came to a small scanning outlet, surrounding each enterance.
With little time to think, Null flashes the scanners with a subroutine designed to disrupt the scanner's program briefly, and then sends out a spoof of the scanner's report data stream with the same protocols he observed it sending as he approached. Hopefully the disruption won't be detected or more security would be activated.
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The electronic rouse worked, the machines kept operating normally despite how it looked, or that's what it seemed. The disrouption to one of them spread to the others, effectively blacking out that perticular firewall for a short time.
All seemed quiet for a while, the cops sirens were heard as one of the privatised heavy responce units sped towaed the wreck. However in the distance some more shooting was heard, possibly indecating that there was more than one. A lone transport vessil flew overhead towards the distant and quiet gunfire.
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All seemed quiet for a while, the cops sirens were heard as one of the privatised heavy responce units sped towaed the wreck. However in the distance some more shooting was heard, possibly indecating that there was more than one. A lone transport vessil flew overhead towards the distant and quiet gunfire.
Some hours later Jake woke up from a small nap... and noticed the silence "hm... i think they got that mech down." said Jake to himself. he decided to took a look around so he opened the manhole cover under which he laid and Look around. "hmm... yeah the mech is down and nobody is here anymore" jake said again to himself.
then he climbed out and then a Skycar landed close to him the pilot of it opened the door. Stormfire asked "everything alright ?" jake replied "Well... the mech used me for target practise" Stormfire "Did you took the mech down ?" "my gun scraped itself so... no but i heard that a police taskforce or something engaged it but i ask me one question... where is the other one ?" Stormfire "i dont want to find it out. so get in and we go out of here and... by the way... you got the device ?" jake replied "yes but it took some shoots."
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Stormfire nodded and waved Jake over. "Ok, get in, we'll patch you up at the hideout." He nodded and held his hand out. "Good job, I bet Cross will be happy. Zero fatalities or injuries on your part this time."
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"Two minutes additional initialization time may be required." Killswitch said. "Combat protocols will not be active otherwise."
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Stormfire nodded and waved Jake over. "Ok, get in, we'll patch you up at the hideout." He nodded and held his hand out. "Good job, I bet Cross will be happy. Zero fatalities or injuries on your part this time."
"we go to the hideout directly ? is the Helion Docked at the base ?" asked Jake. "Yes, we needed to dock her for general maintrance there." replied Stormfire.
on the flight Jake noticed a soldier or likely who jumped from rooftop to rooftop and done some wallruns with jumpjets "uhm... okay when he needs it... ...but I must admit, this have style..." thinked Jake.
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"We can hold up a bit. I have no problem." Stephen said with a nod. He talked about the combat droid as they traveled. "It has minor flight capabilities and fires charged tungsten bolts from it's main cannons, as well as two small machine guns that fire rather standard rounds.
Stormfire headed off with Jake toward the area to get the maintenance. "Remember, Cross wants to have digital access to the device before having it destroyed, he'll have an uplink set up." After a short while they quickly docked and headed into a small hanger of sorts. A simple tv and a garage was set up rather hastily there.
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Stormfire headed off with Jake toward the area to get the maintenance. "Remember, Cross wants to have digital access to the device before having it destroyed, he'll have an uplink set up." After a short while they quickly docked and headed into a small hanger of sorts. A simple tv and a garage was set up rather hastily there.
jake pluged the DID into the digital interface, Decrypted the codeing, Converted the data and then he connected the "cracked" DID into the Tv. "Finished!" announced Jake. "I call Cross" said Stormfire. "And i go to my Room on the Ship and take care of my wounds and then i order a new tsuni." said jake.
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"We can hold up a bit. I have no problem." Stephen said with a nod. He talked about the combat droid as they traveled. "It has minor flight capabilities and fires charged tungsten bolts from it's main cannons, as well as two small machine guns that fire rather standard rounds.
"Affirmative." Killswitch replied. "Sensor types and locations?"
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Zeklon leaned against the wall taking a drink from his canteen he knew that Stephen might be mad but he knew that Killswitch still hated him. He leaned against the wall and wondered why the mech was attacking when it shouldn't be. He pulled his pistol out feeling like somebody was watching him.
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If anyone was watching then no indecation was shown.
"Thermal, motion and visual. They made this one essentially a flying person." Stephen said. "They said it's got at least a dozen sensors but they're concealed. It would be too hard to shoot."
"I already know." Cross said, using the tv's speakers to talk. He stayed quiet as something aparrently happened. "Now take the disk and destroy it completely, not just erase it, destroy the physical media."
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"Weak points?" Killswitch asked, pulling up a diagram of said drone. "Blind spots?"
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"Really the only weak points are the areas just above the mounted guns. The blind spots are immediately behind the wings, a 20 degree angle on either side." Stephen described. "But the motion tracking will predict your momentum motion and adjust, given it's high reaction speed it won't stay blind for long."
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"Affirmative. Disarm and disable." Killswitch said, a plan already forming. "Combat systems online and functioning at max capacity."
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"Good, were being dropped at street level. The plan is to set up an ambush...it's a very long dead end street it's coming down." Stephen said. "But the odd thing is that it hasn't shot anyone yet...even though it's shooting pratically everything else."
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Zeklon saw the van in the distance he still stood next to it he had a flashlight so he turned it on turning it off and on in their direction to get thier attention. He turned on his radio frequency to listen to them talking.
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Killswitch flicked his ear in annoyance as another radio joined their frequency, letting out a slight chirp as it connected. "Warning: this is an encrypted channel designated solely for the use of those in project K175CH."
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Zeklon ignored this and shined the flashlight toward thier direction still trying to get attention. He said to the radio "Echo five six do you hear me im trying to get your attention via flashlight do you see me over?!"
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"This is your last warning: disconnect." Killswitch took a slow breath and turned off his comms, doing everything in his power to prevent destroying the transport from the inside. "Protocols involving friendly fire are very lenient." He said to Stephen, comms still off. "I am making no promises."
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Zeklon sighed he started walking towards them about one block away he turned his flashlight off. After five minutes he was about hundred feet away from them walking up causally but still cautious. Saying " don't shoot I'm friendly." He was still a hundred feet away.
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The transport opened up and Stephen hopped out. "What do you want? You shouldn't be here, something nasty is going to happen soon." As evidence of that, the screaming and gunshots quickly grew closer. The few people outside running away from the sounds and into nearby buildings.
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Zeklon replied "I know I've already gotten rid of one those a couple minutes ago and I'm prepared to take another one out, I'm here to help out." He walked up to them and pulled his gun out ready to help.
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"Normal bullets aren't gonna do much...the other one from what I heard was meant to guard prisons. This one...miles more advanced." Stephen said as he checked his weapons.
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Zeklon smirked "Seems easy enough, do you want more help or not I'm great a distracting." He pointed to his pistol "Lock-on and homing technology easily target some stuff while you move." He looked down the street at the shooting going on
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"Tazer?" Killswitch asked, glancing at Zeklon. "Non-lethal rounds may force-disengage."
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Zeklon pulled his pistol instantly locking saying" don't make me think I will shoot you right here on the spot." He holstered it and stayed ready still watching.
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"Unless you have explosive bullets I wouldn't suggest sticking around." Stephen said as a small group of people ran by, shouting things like, 'Run', and 'it's coming'. "And if you even attempt to shoot killswitch...I am free to respond with as much force as I deem."
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"Do it." Killswitch snarled, both shotguns swiveling up to Zeklon's face. "Lethal fire will be returned."
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Zeklon simply said "actually I have some spare clips of explosive, I'll be your distraction do your work and I will do mine." He smacked the explosive clip into his Smart Pistol Zeklon replied to Killswitch "Threats only make you seem more foolish and amusing." He stood ready.(got to go cya)
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Gruwel, after staring blankly at the screen for a while, decided to look up the company. He didn't recall them mentioning what sort of company Spar Tech was, so he'd have to find out for himself. He typed in his search query on his laptop, and awaited the results.
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Aparrently, Spar Tech was a primary forerunner in the field of biocybernetics, discovering ways to integrate physical technology into bodies, such as cybernetic arms and synthetic musculature.
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Gruwel chuckled a bit. He found it somewhat amusing that the man in the crash would probably be getting a cybernetic arm replacement from his own company. He stared down at the screen of his laptop for a moment. He didn't normally go out of his way to offer his services to people but for some reason, he felt it would be alright in this situation. He was a bit low on high paying offers at the moment, and if this company was as pivotal as it seemed, he could get quite a good payment from this. He sighed, glancing back up at the TV, which was now on some other story, and then typed out an email to the company.
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Zeklon made sure that his weapon lock-on still worked so he threw a bottle in the air he didn't even aim and it fired destroying it
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(Aryd...remind me again what the services are again...sorry I forget.)
Stephen hid behind a corner, using the reflection off a nearby vehicle to look behind him. Soon a red thruster propelled object, looking like a long nosed person hovered by, pausing to launch a tungsten bolt into something. It shimmered a bit as it moved, shooting windows and such. It's lower legs consisted of a set of machine guns and had metal plates on it's back that jut out behind it. Every once in a while speaking. "I know the truth...why do you refuse to see it. It's right under you, the center of our world..."
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(furniture making)
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(Oh yeah sorry. Thanks.)
It took a while but eventually a reply was sent, asking for the credentials as well as refferences and production capabilities of your equipment.
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Killswitch sized up the situation for a moment, then took off towards a nearby building, leaping as he neared it. His claws bit into the brick, allowing him to climb up it a ways, then jump across to a power line pole. He slashed the bolts holding a transformer on, then hooked his claws under it and launched it at the mech, shooting several Tazer rounds at it in the air. In a matter of seconds, the oil inside would be burning from the multiple shorts in circuits around it, he perfect distraction for all types of sensors; if the burning oil hit the mech and coated it, the mech would have an even tougher time using its sensors. As soon as the transformer was flying at the mech, putting off sparks, Killswitch jumped back to the building and sank his claws in, the tungsten screeching as it slowed his descent down the side of the building.
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Zeklon ran and followed up flanking up behind the mech firing getting it's attention he then fired knocking out its pressure tank for leg movement not allowing it to move much he ducked in cover as five tungsten bolts flew by.
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"Must...go...see the w-w-world." It said, some kind of energy barrier preventing the oil from making complete contact, the electricity only streinthening the shield. It immediately spun around, shooting with the gatling guns on it's legs at Zekkon as it darted around in the air. Stephen looked the thing over and quickly talked into his helmet as he oversaw what happened.
"Blue...green...freedom..." it said, almost sadly so, as if had a mind and desires of it's own.
(Sorry for the bad spelling. >A<)
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Gruwel sighed, sending in the required info.
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A bit later another message popoed up saying that they will make some considerations but currently don't have any dire need. They thanked him for the offer and will keep that in mind.
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Gruwel smiled a bit. He closed his laptop, and staggered off to bed.
(fyi, he has a website, that does contain his picture.)
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The sleep went rather well and in the next mornin, everything seemed in a way fresher.
(Trust me, they did a background check.)
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"Tazer rounds are in-effective." Killswitch said, switching over to his frag rounds and letting a quick volley fly at the mech. "Altering engagement tactics."
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"Go...see the world..." the machine repeated, launching a tungsten bolt at great speed from it's shoulder at killswitch. "The green...blues...not their world..." the explosion briefly disrupted a small area, the size of a large bowling ball in the electronic armor, the area around turning a bright purple before slowly changing back to normal. "Free...be free..." it said somewhat defeatedly. "Burried alive."
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Killswitch barely managed to avaoid the bolt by dodging to the side, but was sprayed with concrete shrapnel, several pieces leaving small cuts on that side of his body; he seemed not to notice these, though, as he fired a second volley of explosive rounds, this time followed about half a second later by a volley of Tazer shells.
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Zeklon targeted its sensors firing saying in the radio "Covering fire." He ran out to another firing then slid into cover slamming his body into the wall.
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The explosive rounds opened up the shield again, with the shock ammo dealing some actual damage to the casing of the machine, jarring it in mid sentance. "Why?...freedom...underground...I want...see the sky." It fired back at Killswitch, percieving it as a greater threat, leaving it's rear virtually undefended as it launched a line of bullets heading towards Killswitch from the side.
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Zeklon fired at it's back hitting one of the sensors he then ducked to cover into as more bullets fly at him he popped out again tossing a grenade.
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(You never read the description of this battle machine did you?)
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(I'll edit that sorry)
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(Edit is on the 15th page) Zeklon stayed in cover as more bullets flew at him each getting closer and closer he ran to another place by wall running it was another wall by the road. Zeklon yelped as a bullet skimmed his leg it was bleeding bad he applied pressure to it to help stop the bleeding and remained in cover.
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The machine easily dodged the grenage on it's agile thrusters, the bullets only making temporary holes in it's shielding. After the successful shot it ignored Zeklon, slowly proceeding to move down the dead end street. "Freedom...W-w-we will s-see...world world wor-world..." it's voice massively distorted, sounding something like a sorrowful man but heavily distorted wording, like bits were being replayed and skipped.
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Zeklon yelled "I'm hit!!!" There was a small pool of blood forming around his leg he was hit pretty bad, he winced as he applied more pressure to the wound.
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Stephen quckly headed over, still watching the machine from his visor. "Hang on." He quickly said as he took out some medical stuff, namely removing the bullet by using forceps and bandaging it up after a quick sterilisation. He kept looking at the machine now and again as he worked.
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Gruwel lazily stumbled out of his bed, and downstairs, still in his boxer shorts. He got on his laptop to see if he'd gotten a response from the company.
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An unusual request for this one, they're planning to go public with a subsidiary of the company and would like a logo for it.
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Confused, he messaged them back, stating that he was mainly focused on decor and furniture, but would help them out anyways.
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Soon after they sent some preliminary designs and rather rough sketches of possible things, it would be about 5 feet tall and about 13 long. The physical thing would be great but they'd make modifications as deemed necessary.
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Zeklon yelped loudly as the bullet was removed he took the cloth of his face he was very sweaty and tossed it aside saying"Thanks for helping me." He pulled his pistol out and reloaded just in case the mech came back.
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"No prob." Stephen said as he looked around the corner, his visor shimmered every once in a while as he watche the machine.
"The world...free...why am...imprisoned..." the machine said, following a brief but steep drop in altitude before climbing back up. "Happy...go s-s-see the world...world...world..."
"Hmmm..." Stephen said as he watched the machines motions. "Interesting recording material..."
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( :o )
"Weak anthro." Killswitch said, not caring that it was over the comms, as his system automatically increased the production of adrenaline to reduce the pain he was not showing to be feeling and he took off after the mech. He fired off another burst at the back of the macchine, again with explosives followed by Tazer rounds.
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(What's up Sledge? Figure something out? If it's all the reading I'm sorry.)
The machine stumbled in air, doing a small flip as one of the 6 thrusters was disabled. It increased power to the others as it tried to compensate for the loss, ending up slightly lopsided. "Close...why do y-y-you trap me here...body...chained in the earth...want...freedom." it turned, launching another pair of tungsten bolts along with a short volly of bullets at Killswitch. It kept heading to the end of the road though.
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Zeklon saw it he fired at it taking out another leg then the pain came back and he closed his eyes saying "D-damn th-this really hurts." His vision was beginning to blur and darkness was setting in slowly he asked Stephen "I think I'm blacking out."
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"It's most likely shock." Stephen said as he looked at his fellow anthro. "I did just rip out a bullet from your leg, lucky it didn't hit an artery."
The machine kinda popped, one of it's gun parts of it's legs no longer capable of firing.
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Killswitch continued pursuing the mech, even as he was struck from more debris blasted up by the tungsten bolts and a bullet carved a notch across the upper part of his front right leg. He simply released another few bursts in response; he was locked in on a target and wouldn't stop until either it or he was downed.
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The machine spun a bit as a burst hit one of it's wings, blowing off a section of it as it was turned around, it seemed to turn slower one way than the other. "Freedom...home...chained to the earth..." it said almost sadly as it got anothet blast, damaging the torso. "See the world...happy...forget." it said as it flew by the corner of the buildings.
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Zeklon looked up watching Killswitch go after the mech he asked Stephen "Can you help me up please." He wanted to get back to the van to lay down in the back.
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Stephen helped Zeklon out, waiting for a goot chance to hustle out there as easily as possible. The chance soon arrived and he carefully took Zeklon out to the van.
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Killswitch cut into an alleyway before the turn the mech took, and started launching himself up walls, fire escapes, etc. he reached the top and ran along the roof until he found another oppertunity to fire, then repeated his process of frag and zap; this time, however, his guns hit empty after about five rounds each. He discarded them and ran along the rooftop towards the mech, preparing to launch himself onto it.
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The barrage managed to blow off the other wing, causing the machine some manuverability issues, some missed however, landing harmlessly on the ground. The barrage took out the shields aparrently, the shimmering surface simply dissapearing as the machine bumped into a wall, trying to head into the end building. Apparently it was out of ammo, as it launched it's last tungsten bolt into the wall, blowing out a good chunk of it.
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Killswitch propelled himself forward with surprising acceleration, then pushed off of the roof at the last second, flying at the mech. He landed and dug his tungsten claws into the steel, then started slashing at the panel covering the main computer system.
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Zeklon said "Thanks just let me sit in the for a while this really took a beating on me this time." He sat down on the bumper still a little in shock he asked Stephen "Got any morphine in your pack I got nothing in my med kit." He leaned he head against the van hearing the last of the gun shots going off "that was one hell of fight huh?"
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"Must see the world...must b-b-be free...free...alone...cold...hurt..." the machine said, it's thrusters straining to keep up before failing, falling into the building in the end, some kind of public indoor garden. "The green...blue...blue...chained in the earth...no one understand..."
Stephen shook his head. "No, you'll just have to bite tye bullet on this one." He turned his attention to the machine and walked closer to it.
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Zeklon groaned "I guess so." He opened the back up laid down, falling asleep pretty quickly he was physically drained after that battle he was mumbling in his sleep sometimes saying "No,no,no, don't die on me." He often said these things when he dreamed.
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Killswitch quickly tore the computer system apart, then jumped down from what remained of the machine. "Target neutralized. Damage to target: 70%. damage to self: 40%." He turned and ran back to the transport, where he laid down and started licking his wounds, litterally.
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Stephen walked over to the machine, examining it as the last impusles seemed to make it reach out for the plants. "End recording." He said as he headed back to the van. "Well...I'm glad we made it out the way we did."
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"Unit Zeklon, combat assessment: poor. Insubordinate actions led to injury of trooper." Killswitch said as Stephen arrived back at the transport, then pulled out a rather large shard of concrete from his shoulder.
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Stephen carefully helped remove some shrapnel from Killswitch. "Any systems damage or is it all biological?" He asked as he carefully sterilised some wounds and began to carefully seal them.
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"Running diagnostic." Killswitch said, a few seconds of silence following. "No systems damaged. Minor Biological damage..."
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"Good." Stephen said. "Looks like we'll be recovering together." He added as he keps stitching wounds.
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Zeklon mumbled "can we go after your done stitching your friend." He sat up finishing the water he had in his pack he was still kinda tired.
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"Yeah." Stephen said. "I finished uploading the video files as well."
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Zeklon smiled "Ok, sounds good glad none of of us got hurt really bad." He chuckled "we all fought pretty hard." Zeklon unloaded his pistol and put the clips in there proper place then sat in the seat ready to go.
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Gruwel stared lazily at the designs for a moment, and then began work on a virtual, three dimensional model, which was actually surprisingly detailed. In about 30 minutes, he had a the model ready. He sent the company a link, asking if this would be good.
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The company responded with an affirmative. However soon another one popped up with a question about the desk.
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A while after the combat protocols shut off, Killswitch's adrenaline slowly faded out of his system; the pain that had been pushed aside was now being felt. He curled up on the floor of the transport, but gave no indication he was in pain; he wouldn't anyways.
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Stephen slowly started up the vehicle as a team of analysis showed up and did what they did. He took off and beaded back to base to tend to Killswitch's wounds more effectively.
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Zeklon lit a cigarette he rolled down the window taking a couple puffs, he hadn't smoked for 7 months. He said to Stephen "I hope you don't mind me smoking helps with the pain." He took a another puff then snuffed it out and threw it out the window rolling it up
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Stephen shrugged. "As long as it doesn't waft around." He said as he drove along. "How you holding up buddy?" He asked Killswitch.
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"Systems are running at normal capacity." Killswitch said. "Systems report minor flesh wounds. Non-fatal."
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Zeklon looked out the window and searched threw the pack he said "I guess I did have morphine." He looked over at Killswitch saying "Do want it looks like you could use some." He had the needle and bottle out ready unopened.
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Gruwel's eyes widened. "Crap..." He muttered. He'd completely forgotten about the desk. He quickly typed out a message, saying that he'd have it there as soon as possible. Then he put on some clothes quickly, and walked out the the warehouse.
(Quick question before I continue, can I just sorta atomize the desk and then re-materialize it elsewhere?)
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(No teleportation.)
Stephen nodded. "We'll get you patched up propper." He softly said.
A rather brisk reply was sent back and that was left at that.
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"Morphine would be beneficial." Killswitch said, giving a slight nod.
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Zeklon smiled drawing about 1 mil of morphine saying"This might pinch a little." He carefully injected the morphine into Killswitch's leg and quickly the pain was gone. He said "hope that helped ease the pain." He put the needle in a plastic case to prevent any accidental infections. Zeklon then put it back in his pack happy to help someone.
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(at this point i want to let know that stormfire is a close friend of Jake (well... I should had to told that earlier ._.))
(this is follows on my last post)
After a shore leave during the weekend and buying a new rifle Jake Went back to his Room on the RCS Helion.
"Well... beside of soft beds its better to be back here" said Jake to him self as Stormfire came in and said "Hey, whats up mate ?"
Jake replied "Not much" Jake continue "Why i was pushed to make the shore leave? well... it wasn't bad at all but i thought i might had helped with the ship's maintrance."
Stomfire replied "Then you must ask cross" during Jake's and Stormfire's conversation the ships bridge announced via speakers "Hello everyone back, The ship's maintrance is completed and we got launch permit and we start in 5 minutes ,Bridge out." and they heard the engines powering up. "So Sparks... i need to go on my station" said Stormfire as he leaved the room. Jake replied fastly "yeah, bye."
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The ship soon headed out as it normally would have.
(What kind of boat is it and what did the permit request for?)
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"Thank you." Killswitch said, lying his head down as his "heart," a pump that kept his blood flow continuous, quickly distributed the painkiller.
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Zeklon replied "No problem, if you need anymore or wanna talk or discuss things just ask." He looked at his wound and grabbed some more gauze and slipped it into the bandage as they were soaked in blood.
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Stephen arrived at the base and carefully headed out. "We need to get you better attention." He said to killswitch. "As for you...you might end up on your own." Stephen said to Zeklon. "I hope they'll treat you though."
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Zeklon said "No problem I can handle myself." He walked into the medical area the took him and stitched him up properly bandaged it. Zeklon found another needle that was clean and gave himself some morphine. He found Stephen 20 minutes later saying"I'm good and stitched up how's your friend doing." He thought for a while "I should really stop calling him friend what's his name so I can better know both of you obviously you know my name is Zeklon."
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"Killswitch." Stephen said simply.
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Zeklon nodded "Seems easy to remember and you?" He was making sure his belt had most of his combat gear.
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"Stephen." He again responded with as Killswitch's injuries were being handled. "We'll have a meeting to go to soon on the debriefing."
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Killswitch came out of the medical room with only a slight limp, and seemed to be feeling much better, though it could easily be the drugs they had given him. "I have sent a request to you to send in." He said to Stephen. "It should minimize future problems like this." He had dug up a prototype of armor they had designed for him then pushed under the rug because they didnt see a need for it. The prototype looked like small clusters of micro-projectors at certain points on his body(shoulders, haunches, etc...), and generated hard light panels whenever combat protocols kicked in. If Stephen sent in a request for them to finish it, maybe they would.
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Zeklon said "Cool, then we go back home." He lit another cigarette taking some puffs once he finished he tossed it aside. (Just asking is the meeting just for Stephen and Killswitch just a bit confused)
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The ship soon headed out as it normally would have.
(What kind of boat is it and what did the permit request for?)
(its not a boat its a Carrierlike spaceship (well... not directly a space ship, its more a planetary carrier) and it is the only one they have so they needed to bring it into the air after maintrance)
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(What? No way Jose, we don't have interplanetary travel...yet, besides at the point they are they don't have anything to make faster than light travel, meaning it woukd take years or decades to reach any habitable planet, regardless if it has been teraformed as such...there are however several floating cities around. You could always go there, depending wich one you go to you would need a permit.)
(Yes the meeting is for Stephen and Killswitch only, protocol mandates that in the event of a rogue militaristic robot, the encounter must be recorded, transmitted in, and viewed by a select perty of wich they are required to participate.)
Stephen nodded as he looked the thing over. "This...could work, I'll give it a go...perhaps at the meeting. Zeklon, you can head back home, the autopilot will take the vehicle back here after. We have business to take care of."
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(Oh ok just making sure) Zeklon nodded "Ok cya back home." He got in the van driving off arrived at the house. He got in the shower rewrapped the bandage. Zeklon thought that maybe that cat had something to do with it. He began mapping out something on big piece of paper on recent events all leading towards the center, he then wrote in big letters "THE REBELLION IS ABOUT TO SPARK A FIRE" he then set it on the table making sure when they came in they could see all his mapping out then he fell asleep on the downstairs couch.
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Killswitch simply started walking towards the debriefing room. "If it is approved, they can install the shielding when they install out implants."
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"It would depend on which implants." Stephen said as he opened the door to the meeting room. Several suits were standing in there discussing the matters that transpired as well as how to handle it, one of them wore a green jumpsuit and stood by the monitor.
"Good, you're here." The figure gruffly said. "Now what did you observe about the rogue element?"
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Zeklon woke up to the sound of knocking on the door. He looked threw the door hole seeing the same fur who pistol smacked him. He opened it up and quickly put him in an choker hold saying"Why are you here, and what do you want with me?!?" He waited for a answer.(Furenzied can you rp the other fur for this part)
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(I never planned on that...but ok. I'll think of something.)
The somewhat familiar fur gasped for breath, clawing softly as the somewhat too tight hold around his neck.
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Zeklon slammed him against the wall this time pinning him saying "You didn't answer my question!" He had a kitchen knife "If you don't answer your blood will be on the floor and wall." He looked into his eyes with fury ready to strike if needed.
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The unknown fur coughed out some broken syllables but nothing that could be construde as language, his feeble attempts at escaping growing increasingly weak.
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Zeklon released his hold on him watching him to make sure he didn't try anything.
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(not really teleportation, more like storing it in a little cube that I can put in my pocket, and then walking over to the client's place.)
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The fur fell to the floor, coughing as he tried to catch his breath. "What was that for?" He gasped as he rubbed his throat. "Are you crazy?"
(Hmmm...well I guess it would work by crushing the thing in a way to pop out later, but it would still be as heavy as the desk would be, just less volume.)
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"It would depend on which implants." Stephen said as he opened the door to the meeting room. Several suits were standing in there discussing the matters that transpired as well as how to handle it, one of them wore a green jumpsuit and stood by the monitor.
"Good, you're here." The figure gruffly said. "Now what did you observe about the rogue element?"
"It learned slowly." Killswitch said. "It didnt shoot at anyone unless they -I- shot first, and it was repeating words in random sequences."
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The board went silent as they watched the projector switch to various views of the model.
"Now we believe it was altered at some point, something was put into there and we need to know what to look for." The gruff figure said.
"It mentioned something about the underground and the world as well as freedom." Stephen said with a nod.
"No doubt the rebels work." The powerful man said. Some chatter commenced again but soon went silent.
"If it was the rebels...then why didn't it shoot at us on sight?" Stephen said. "Was it...an inside job?"
"A full investigation is commencing as we speak. It's trying to nail down the culprit that will be the easiest part actually, with so few being able to access this mech." The man at the end of the table said.
"But why would they do this?" Another said. Soon the rabble started again but was quickly silenced. "We will find out later, damage control will be implemented and the damage repaired. What else was observed, the recording only revealed so much."
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Zeklon looked at him and said "Your the one who pistol smacked when I went to go see what you were doing then I was kidnapped so no I'm not crazy how did you find me?!?" He growled a bit and sat down on a chair still looking at him with much hate.
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"Security cameras, we were-" the fur hoarsely said before coughing more. "Investigating an identity thief that managed to steal my identity and found him attacking you." He leaned against the door frame a bit as he tried to recover.
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Zeklon grabbed him and helped him up saying "Well why did you hit me and kidnap me I'm having a hard time figuring out we're they took me." He tossed the kitchen knife aside.
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"I didn't hit or kidnap you." The fur said as he shoved his hand away. "The identity thief did."
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Zeklon smirked "Are you lying to me and if you are i hate liars, you can leave now if you want." He sat down gesturing towards the door
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It was clear that the fur at least considered the option as he rubbed his throat. He took out his wallet along with a notepad and a pen. "I have a few questions, I'd like you to comply with the investigation, I understand your initial reaction and am willing to overlook that."
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The board went silent as they watched the projector switch to various views of the model.
"Now we believe it was altered at some point, something was put into there and we need to know what to look for." The gruff figure said.
"It mentioned something about the underground and the world as well as freedom." Stephen said with a nod.
"No doubt the rebels work." The powerful man said. Some chatter commenced again but soon went silent.
"If it was the rebels...then why didn't it shoot at us on sight?" Stephen said. "Was it...an inside job?"
"A full investigation is commencing as we speak. It's trying to nail down the culprit that will be the easiest part actually, with so few being able to access this mech." The man at the end of the table said.
"But why would they do this?" Another said. Soon the rabble started again but was quickly silenced. "We will find out later, damage control will be implemented and the damage repaired. What else was observed, the recording only revealed so much."
"Nothing more was consciously observed." Killswitch said. "However, my combat recording may reveal some useful information. Commencing uplink now." As he spoke, a video took over the screen; the battle from his perspective.
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Zeklon smiled "Ok, also sorry about that I get a bit jumpy so ask away." He still remained sitting.
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(ok, I guess I'll just keep the desk as is then.)
Gruwel quickly turned on the small platform that the desk was sitting on, and it began to hover. He then walked outside, and got in a dark grey van, that was parked beside the warehouse. He pulled the van up to the warehouse door, and loaded the desk into the van, along with the platform. Then he ran back inside, and grabbed his laptop, and the briefcase he sometimes carried it around in. He slung the briefcase over his shoulder using the strap on it, got in the van, and headed towards the client's workplace.
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The battle didn't reveal much more but some murmurs picked up as it started to speak. "It...never really shot directly at him..." One eagle eyed observer said, reffering to Killswitch. Some agreed but others pointed out that it could have been a delay in the tracking mechanism. Stephen stayed quiet for a bit before speaking. "Indeed, whatever the cause, it still managed to damage the powerful, and expensive project here...I suggest we build some system of armor to better protect the components as best we can." Some executives immediately agreed, understanding that for whatever reason Killswitch would be the target of heavier fire.
The strange fur scribbled some stuff down as he talked, asking many questions but always leaving time for a responce. "What were you doing and or going on the day in question?...did the perpetrator verbally respond and if so what did he sound like?...where were you taken and who did you see there?...where did they take you afterword?"
A secretary indecated to Gruwel to take the executive elevator and place it as directed, informing him of the floor and handing him an access card.
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Killswitch, having had the idea originally, wordlessly pulled the schematics for the armor he had found up on the screen for the whole group to see.
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Stephen winced under his helmet, knowing this was a bit blunt. Especially when some eyed him curiously. "Where did you did this up?" One of the more seasoned executives asked.
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"Files were unencrypted under a forgotten K175CH folder." Killswitch explained. "Minimal searching was required."
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The executives nodded at eachother. "We scraped that to convert it more easily into a mechanical shielding, similar to the rogue machine you neutralised." One executive said. The man in the green spoke up again. "However...in light of recent events I'm sure we can convert what we have into something, however we will have to lessen the protective effects to make it more malleable and form fitting, especially with the range of motion." Some other executives nodded and agreed. Others seemed more hesitant to speak up in agreement. "And we could use that as another trial for security force armor." That quicklh got most into agreement after about 10 minutes of discussions.
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Killswitch lifted his paw and gave Stephen a look that he was ready to go. The painkillers the medical team had given him were starting to wear off-they'd had more sent to their room-and having his weight, augmented as it was, pressing down on his sore leg was getting irritating.
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Stephen nodded. "Well you have our input. I'm sure the code people would find it out." He said as he was soon waved off while the executives carefully debated about what to do. Stephen took Killswitch to their rooms and opened a fridge to grab a light alcoholic beverage, a drink he rarely ever had and usually diluted with something else, usually soda. "God that sucked..." he said as he sat down.
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Zeklon replied "I was on duty as usual and I walked up to him to ask him what he was doing, and before I knew it I was knocked out in a chair tied up and a cat was asking me questions, then they put me to sleep I woke up in a park and for now I'm laying low for a while, I hope I answered all your questions, you can leave now." He opened the door for him and once he left Zeklon laid down on the couch downstairs falling asleep till Stephen and Killswitch arrived.
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"Thank you for the info." The fur said as he grabbed his things. "You be safe now, and don't go assaulting strangers who happen to be cops." He said as he got into a good looking blue and white vehicle and drove off.
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"I concur." Killswitch said, stretching out on his bed. "At least they see you as more than a weapon."
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"They see me as an expendable employee who can be replaced, you not so replaceable." Stephen said as he relaxed a bit. "I have that operation tomorrow..."
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"It will work out." Killswitch said. "They have altered so much of me that I am more machine than organic... It will go well."
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"Yeah but an implant to share thoughts? What if that was hacked?" Stephen asked. "Mind control possibly..."
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"Them controlling my mind would not be much different for me than it is now." Killswitch said. "Though it would be different for you... Are you committing blasphemy by thinking this company's technology could be hacked? I know you are very loyal..."
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"All technology can be hacked, simple as that." Stephen said. "Mr. Logan said it was experimental, that usually means it has problems...probably had a hand in the list of side effects..."
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"Joking." Killswitch said, turning on the TV. He sighed when it returned from a commercial to show a pack of wolves instead of the panther-ess from before. "They never mentioned her name."
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Zeklon woke up grabbing a glass of water and then continued mapping more things leading almost exactly to the same event he was tired of this and went back to the couch sleeping so more.
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"I don't think they do, if they do have names, we can't speak their language. So we'd have to give them one." Stephen said as he laid down.
(I'm sorry Shard, might take a bit. I'm also going to sleep after this. Midnight is a good time to sleep.)
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( Oh yah that's right your 3 hours ahead it's 9:23 pm were I am anyways good night Furenzied and I don't mind it taking a while)
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"The one they give her would suffice for now..." Killswitch said. "They usually give them names for recognition's sake. You do happen to be speaking to a panther right now. If I ever met her, I could get her real name... You could put in another request after they connect our minds... They might care more then..."
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(What? No way Jose, we don't have interplanetary travel...yet, besides at the point they are they don't have anything to make faster than light travel, meaning it woukd take years or decades to reach any habitable planet, regardless if it has been teraformed as such...there are however several floating cities around. You could always go there, depending wich one you go to you would need a permit.)
(with its own fuel reserves the ship would make it barely to moon and back and the ship isn't build for far interplanetary operations(range limit is the distance to moon) so it don't have an FTL drive and the engine system for hovering around are technicaly related to them that the floating cities use and overall its an very early model of an spaceship so it needs a lot of maintrance.)
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(The issue then Coltric would be the teraforming, the atmosphere isn't sustainable on a small celestial body and would need more teraforming every decade to replace the decaying atmosphere from the solar radiation...they do have some orbital stations that are rather experimental however but I doubt that you'd get permission to go there. The floating cities are essentially giant ships.)
Stephen smiled. "We don't and can't name every creature individually, we do have a system that defines what one is based on common characteristics of plants and animals. It gives a name for the species in Latin so that it's not affected by terms or slang but not individuals of said species." He thought a bit and shook his head. "I don't think I'm great with names...Claire?...maybe." he said with a shrug.
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The electronic rouse worked, the machines kept operating normally despite how it looked, or that's what it seemed. The disrouption to one of them spread to the others, effectively blacking out that perticular firewall for a short time.
Not one to rest on his laurels, Null hurried on, keeping his eyes open for any alarm sub-routines as he went deeper into the system. He had to get just the right balance of speed and caution, as his activities were bound to be noticed eventually.
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Oddly and almost suspiciously, the sets of data that would hage triggered some security measures were already being re routed expertly, almost like it was either a trap or someone was already in there. Given the company it was possible that some were there and the trap was unlikely as many pathways opened up and closed as data was sent and received in this digital world.
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Zeklon got up and began brainstorming on the rebellion and maybe why they were maybe doing this. He knew that he did support this because the government in fact did suck so he stayed up reading a book on hacking and how to do simple stuff like how to disable cameras and electronic locks. Zeklon was writing down more things than before.
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Stephen smiled. "We don't and can't name every creature individually, we do have a system that defines what one is based on common characteristics of plants and animals. It gives a name for the species in Latin so that it's not affected by terms or slang but not individuals of said species." He thought a bit and shook his head. "I don't think I'm great with names...Claire?...maybe." he said with a shrug.
"They always name them on this show..." Killswitch said, lifting his head and looking at Stephen. "Claire... Root roughly translates to light... It fits well." He nodded and laid his head back down.
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"Well now we'll call her Claire." Stephen said with a smile. "Need any more meds?" He asked as he stood up. "We need go go home soon."
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(Were they not at home already?)
"Painkillers would be appreciated." Killswitch replied. "It was wearing off earlier..."
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(It's kinda the room they go to while waiting for missions and such as it's closer to management things, sorry if that wasn't clear. Their 'home' is in the same building.)
Stephen grabbed another needle and filled a decent amount given Killswitch's weight and soon adminestered the chemicals. "You'll feel sleepy in a bit, we better get going." He opened the door and headed to the elevator.
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Killswitch made it to the elevator before he started swaying tiredly, his constantly flowing heart already having distributed the drugs. "A more efficient plan would've been to not give me the painkillers yet..."
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"Pain is pain, would you have preferred I withheld the drug?" Stephen said with a sigh. Soon the elevator doors opened up and he headed to their room.
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By the time they reached the level their room was on, Killswitch was already asleep, snoring slightly on the floor of the elevator. The good news was that he was the most relaxed he had been in a long while... The bad news was that he was not light...
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"Oh good..." Stephen said as he sighed. He set about carefully dragging in Killswitch into their place, taking about a half hour and many profane words grumbled.
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Zeklon continued writing and once he was finished he hopped back onto the downstairs couch and began falling asleep his pistol lying on his chest and a glass of water lying next to him just incase he was thirsty
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Stephen soon fell asleep after all that ordeal, he decided to leave his partner on the floor and ignored his guest until morning, he soon fell asleep in his room.
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Zeklon woke up grabbing some water noticing that Stephen and Killswitch were back he filled his glass up and grabbed a blanket laying it over Killswitch just to be nice. He then walked over to the couch turning the light off and fell asleep.
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The next morning the smell of cooking waffles was beginning to permeate the air.
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Killswitch woke and stood, yawning as he stretched. He then slowly limped his way to the kitchen; his electronics were off and slowly coming online, leaving over half of his muscle power shut off as well. He sat down in the middle of the kitchen and waited for everything to boot up.
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"Usual raw steaks pal?" Stephen said as he kept cooking by hand.
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Zeklon slept for twenty more minutes and got up grabbing some coffee he brought and putting it into the brewer and a piece of bread in the toaster. It soon was done and sat down taking a sip of coffee saying "Good mornig." He tossed the papers in the trash he was working on and took bite of some toast.
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"Morning." Stephen said as he tossed more waffles on a platter. "Care for some? It's got chocolate in it." He said with a smile.
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Zeklon smiled "Nah, you know dogs and wolves are allergic and me being a wolf that wouldn't work out to well, thanks for the offer but I'll stick to my coffee and toast." He finished his toast and sipped on his coffee some more.
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"There's the chocolate your type can have...carab was it? I can cook that up too while I'm at this." Stephen said with a smile. "I gotta get all my food sorted out before the...operation anyway."
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Zeklon sighed "Nah, I'm alright coffees for me." He thought for a while "Been mapping out things on recent events, the rebellion is near." He grabbed the papers out the trash showing him all the events almost lead to the same thing. Zeklon Sat down "that fight was something yesterday, I'm dying for more action like that. I love the feel of adrenaline ." He finished his coffee putting the cup into the dishwasher.
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Stephen looked the papers over and chuckled a bit. "Half of these incidents might as well be the companies crying rebels for their errors, but...some makes sence...just don't dig too deep and don't look for patterns where there are none."
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"Usual raw steaks pal?" Stephen said as he kept cooking by hand.
"Affirmative." Killswitch said, systems finally coming online. "And coffee as usual."
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"What is it with you and your bowl of coffee every day?" Stephen asked as he set the things out, pouring a whole pot of coffee into a bowl for Killswitch. "Seriously? Is it something to do with the caffeine?"
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"Caffeine contributes to electrical connections in the brain, accelerating thinking." Killswitch explained. "I have afdional connections added artificially..."
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"I think you have more of a dependency..." Stephen suspected out loud as he kept cooking, munching on some of the chocolate chip waffles he set aside on a small plate for him.
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"Think what you will." Killswitch said, lapping up a bit of the coffee. "I do like the taste, though... And the smell. Reminds me of being a cub..."
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Jake got woke up once more by his alarm clock in the early morning and grabbed a can of an energy drink and took a sip of it, turned his TV on and watch the News "so Rebellion news network show me what is going on in the world... hmm... "Rebellion in [enter city name here] got has suffered a major kickback as one of their hideouts got destroyed by an Unknown Paramilitary organization".... This sound bad." Said Jake
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Zeklon grabbed some more toast and some more coffee saying "I guess that makes two of us Killswitch." He chuckled to himself "Come on just try some it's good if you add creamer and sugar, which in my opinion ruins the flavor." He grabbed a cup and poured some adding a little sugar and creamer, Zeklon handed it to Stephen "Here, just one sip and I won't bug you anymore." He got in the shower and came back seven minutes later in his casual camo wear and special forces boots. Zeklon sat down saying "trust me I think you'll like it."
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Oddly and almost suspiciously, the sets of data that would hage triggered some security measures were already being re routed expertly, almost like it was either a trap or someone was already in there. Given the company it was possible that some were there and the trap was unlikely as many pathways opened up and closed as data was sent and received in this digital world.
Null Trace could not hesitate at this point, although certainly there was reason to. If the corporation laid a trap, he could end up brain-fried. If someone was already there, they may take exception to his presence. His goal was to get information on the cubits Spar Tech was working on. Grabbing something to get money from would be nice, but he really wanted to get to the bottom of what they were up to. Cubits deserved freedom in his opinion, and making them more tangible so that they can be further enslaved disturbed him to the core of his being.
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"I don't think I should have any caffeine before an operation in my head." Stephen quickly said as he was offered the cup. Drinking plenty of water instead with his meal. "I don't believe its recommended..."
(I'm honestly not sure what to do with jake colric...sorry.)
In the distance the sound of massive amounts of data being explored was heard, the electronic world easily receptive to inputs of the source.
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Zeklon smiled "Suit your self." He grabbed it and downed it in a couple seconds, he got up putting on his belt along with putting his pistol in his holster. He loaded and put it back saying "Mind if I tag along it's good to get out and about." He was tighting his belt
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"I'm not sure you have the clearance to observe the procedure." Stephen said with a sigh. "It's...experimental to say the least."
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"Limited to K175CH personnel." Killswitch said. "Though I doubt that will dissuade you from trying to follow."
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"You'll probably have to wait a while, maybe 2 hours." Stephen said as he looked at the clock. "You still in pain Killswitch?" He asked.
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"Yes." Killswitch replied. "Though less so."
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"Need any more morphine?" He asked as he looked at the clock again. "I have about a 30 minutes until the operation and I should be there 15 minutes early...I can give it to you then to dull the pain and ease the wait if you sleep again."
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Jake got woke up once more by his alarm clock in the early morning and grabbed a can of an energy drink and took a sip of it, turned his TV on and watch the News "so Rebellion news network show me what is going on in the world... hmm... "Rebellion in [enter city name here] got has suffered a major kickback as one of their hideouts got destroyed by an Unknown Paramilitary organization".... This sound bad." Said Jake
The information revealed almost nothing while at the same time honestly reporting what both sides did to cause and end this.
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Kill switch nodded, finishing off his coffee. "Though I would recommend waiting to administer the painkillers until we reach the medical wing, as my systems distribute it too quickly. Unless you wish to drag me..."
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"I suppose I should wait, better than leaving you here and such." Stephen said as he finished his breakfast. "I suppose I should head up now, there's no need for either of you to actually be there...but I'm glad you are coming."
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"I am glad to be there." Killswitch said. "Though, if you wish, I could accompany Zeklon instead. Either way, I will be there wham you wake."
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"It would probably be better if you were there with Zeklon, a few hours is quite a while." Stephen said with a nod. "Whatever you prefer though. Just listen to the doctors, it needs to be a rather sterile environment since my brain will be open for them all to work with."
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"I will deal with the pain and go with the friendly agent." Killswitch decided, looking up at Zeklon. "I will require weaponry."
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Gruwel nodded, and took the elevator, pushing the desk on the now floating platform. When the elevator arrived, he stepped out onto the floor, and looked around, seeing if the client was around.
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There working and smoking as he looked over some files was the noticeable client. Wearing a rather large suit and tie as he grumbled about some reports and other things as he paced. It was a rather large office he was in and seemed rather underfurnished even for the guy. He looked over as he heard the ding and waved Gruwel over. "That's the desk I ordered I presume." He gruffly said as he took the weight off his legs in his chair. "Well, let's see it then."
(Sledge, I'm gonna wait fir Shard to pop back before going too far with that.)
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Zeklon looked over "I could use some company it would be nice, as of weapons hear take my Smart Pistol it's my only thing I carry."He set the gun in its holster and put it on the counter. Zeklon sat down tighting his belt since he undid it.
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"Well...off to the highly experimental procedure." Stephen said as he drank another glass of water and headed to the door. "Hopefully they won't kill me."
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"Two things." Killswitch said, quickly glancing at Steven with a look of disbelief. "First off, I do not have opposable thumbs, so I can't mount that weapon on me myself... Second, handguns do not work with my mounts." He started towards the door, tail flicking as a gesture to follow. "Come, we shall go to the armory. If they do kill you, Stephen, they will be dealing with me."
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Zeklon grabbed his pistol and put it back on his belt saying "So they will be dealing with two threats if we have to fight, anyways so off to the the armory." He grabbed his radio and closed the door behind him following Killswitch.
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"I doubt I'll be ready for action for at least a week or so." Stephen said. "So if any action happens we or at least I won't be dealing with it." He added. "But...I'll humor you...to the armory then I guess." He said as he pushed the buttons to go there once everyone went in the elevator.
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"Primary task?" Killswitch asked Zeklon. He could suggest weapons based on the task, but ultimately it was up to his handler. Zeklon would be in the field with him, so for the moment, Zeklon would be his handler.
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Zeklon looked at him "hollow point , maybe some non-lethal and slug shot it all depends your handler should be the one to choice, those are just my opinions." He showed him his pistol "I use this for hostage situations for targeting the threats and lessen the chance of injury of hostage, perhaps I can get an adapter if you want to use one of these." He put it back in his holster and continued walking.
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"Negative." Killswitch replied. "Reccomend M28A3 sniper platform with 20x scope and smart rounds on right mount. Reccomend M240B light machine gun with hollow point rounds on left mount."
(Smart rounds allow him to plot a course with his processor that they will then follow to a fraction of an inch... If you'll allow them.)
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(Hmmm...they're fine but they don't account for environmental changes, like if something pops up or the thing stops then you'll have to redirect it again.)
Stephen waited a bit. "Whatever you decide, try to make it quick..."
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Zeklon said "sure that sounds good." He continued to the armory saying "I will need some EMP grenades as a last resource if I may use some." They were nearing it so he picked up the pace a little faster.
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"EMP grenades will disrupt my internal electronics." Killswitch warned. "Let me know before you use them and make sure I am clear of the blast area." He stopped in the armory and waited for the tech's to load whatever his handler told them to load; this was the part he had no say in, other than the suggestions he had given.
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Zeklon replied "Trust me I will, grab the sniper rifle and machine gun those are your preferences so I will let you." He picked up the same rifle Killswitch was using but instead he was using Full Metal Jacket. Zeklon grabbed the EMP grenades as well as Flashbangs, Ammo, and a med kit. He slung the rifle over his shoulder and put everything were it needed to be saying "I'm all set what about you?"
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Stephen nodded and had them load up what Killswitch preferred. "I guess we're all set."
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Zeklon grabbed one more clip for his Smart Pistol saying "Yep we're all ready let's go." He walked out the armory and waited for Killswitch.
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Stephen got into the elevator and waited for Killswitch to head in before heading up to the operating room. "Well this is my stop..." he said as he looked around the sparsely decorated waiting room. "I guess...I'll see you two later."
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Zeklon looked around looking for Windows the said "cya in two hours then, we'll be fine."He got into the elevator with Killswitch and pressed the button for thier floor saying "I guess we just wait now or we can go to the top floor for a sniper vantage point."(Got to go cya later)
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In the distance the sound of massive amounts of data being explored was heard, the electronic world easily receptive to inputs of the source.
Null's ears perk up in the virtual world as he hears the sound of data being sifted through. He makes haste to move to the sounds as he was fairly certain that was a sign of a fellow interloper and not some sort of security. He wanted to see what this other person was up to.
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Around the corner and in the distance a hooded figure was examining dozens of files, appearing to be a simple man with no frills other than the plain clothes he wore and a slender furred tail laying flat towards the ground as he examined them quickly before moving on to other ones. He kept this up at a very quick pace.
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Zeklon looked around looking for Windows the said "cya in two hours then, we'll be fine."He got into the elevator with Killswitch and pressed the button for thier floor saying "I guess we just wait now or we can go to the top floor for a sniper vantage point."(Got to go cya later)
"Rooftop patrol?" Killswitch said questioningly, then nodded.
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Zeklon smiled "Better, we go across the way to another building to watch and if anything happens to Stephen we kill." The elevator went down to the bottom floor Zeklon gestured for him to stay close and he ran to the fire escape across the wayand busted it open jugging up the stairs to the top floor saying "We set up here." He closed the door behind him popping the bipod out, going prone for better accuracy. (Is the sniper rifle bolt action or semi-auto?)
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(Most likely bolt action as they're hard to aim and the recoil is real.)
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(Your most likely right , I happen to know that's what I use hunting bolt action rifles)
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(That particular .50 is semi-automatic. It's not as uncontrollable as one would think, I've shot one. That aside, I use a semi auto .30-06 for my huting rifle. Also, it'd probably be better to go on patrol or do something... Killswitch's combat protocols will not make a stakeout fun...)
Killswitch leapt up onto an ac unit and laid down, rifle aimed towards the first building, quiet for now; with all that adrenaline pumping through him, it wouldn't last long. He was built for combat, not hiding and waiting.
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Zeklon said "You wanna patrol or just sit for a while." He got up grabbing his rifle and ate some crackers he brought.(I happen to have a semi-auto 30-06 too. :) it's a Remington but I prefer the 700 bolt action plus i use my Remington 1100 for bird hunting and that's semi-auto too )
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"I will patrol." Killswitch said, standing and moving towards the edge of the building. "You don't have to." He crouched down and sprung across to the next building, augmented muscles rippling beneath his sleek black coat. He landed gracefully and turned around to see if Zeklon would follow.
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Zeklon got a running start grabbing the ledge and getting himself up, saying "You lead I follow." He made sure he didn't loose anything in the jump.
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Killswitch nodded and took off across the rooftops, leaping across any gaps and occasionally lancing down into the streets and scanning the civilians for threats.
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Zeklon followed close behind Killswitch saying "Do you wanna stop to drink water or keep on going roof to roof." He was still running as he said this.
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Killswitch ran another scan and stopped abruptly, bracing up to take a shot. "Threat detected. Subject: Killian. Known agent of the rebellion. Engage?"
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Zeklon replied "Affirmative!, engage target at will." He looked at the rebel in his scope waiting for Killswitch to fire, he was crouching over the building watching.
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(You want to control Killian, Furenzied? If not, this fight may be a bit one-sided... Idk, give him some kind of tech that will let him know he's in danger...)
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(I'm not sure what would let him know that he's being sniped but I'll play him out.)
Killian was eating some sandwich type thing and chatting on the phone as he walked. He was dressed rather well and had one of the fancier more expensive phones. He was rather out in the open and sitting at a bus stop with some other people around.
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"Affirmative. Green to engage." Killswitch mapped out the flight path in a fraction of a second and fired, the thunder of the gunfire echoing across the rooftops and down into the streets. Killswitch's muscles rippled as the recoil pushed him back a few inches, then settled him on his toes. (Something that detects targeting systems? Also, do you mind if I add a character?)
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(Ummm...still he would have to notice the thing...and sure, post in the OCC...or OOC...whatever it was...hmmm...I'll try to think of something that's not just happenstance...)
(Well seeing as nothing probable would happen to help him out and I presume you don't want him exactly dead...I guess it will have to be happenstance. :p sorry...)
Just as the shot was fired, a bus moved along enough to clip the bullet, altering its path of travel enough to pierce a hole in his ear. Nearby people scattered and Killion quickly headed in the public transport.
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Zeklon followed up with three shots all missing he yelled "Go!,Go!,Go!, pursue the target, kill or capture if given the chance!!!" He sprinted down the fire escape hot on Killion's trail he was fifty feet behind him he yelled "tackle him Killswitch if given the chance." Zeklon ran firing at Killion, he mange to land a round on Killion's left ankle, the wound slowing him down.
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Killswitch leapt forward, off of the building, and caught his fall on a telephone pole. He slid down a few feet, then jumped down the rest of the way and started pursuing Killian. "Choose your shots carefully. Civilian casualties will not look good."
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Zeklon kept firing and pursued Killion saying "I'll try my best, capture is our top priority we need him alive." He sprinted now twenty feet from him. Zeklon fired again taking out his other leg Killion staggered Zeklon quickly gained on him he was now twenty feet behind him, Zeklon picked up the pace he yelled "Stop now!, or you will be killed!!!" Zeklon was getting tired but pushed threw it.
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(You do know that he ran inside the bus right?)
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( damn it I'll fix that.) Zeklon fired more shots trying to hit the tire. He said over the radio "Call off pursuit, he got away." Zeklon was cursing some words that were pretty bad, he said to Killswitch over the radio "We need to follow him causally then eliminate the target but not now later." He reloaded his pistol and sniper rifle, finding Killswitch soon after.
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Gruwel nodded, and walked over, pulling the desk behind him. He glanced around at the office while walking, and when he arrived, he asked "Where do you want it?"
(What species did you say he was?)
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(I actually didn't mention that. Probably a lion now that I imagine him. Why?)
"Right in the middle." The man quickly grumbled as he pointed in the general direction of the middle of the room. "Just a bit further back than the middle though."
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( damn it I'll fix that.) Zeklon fired more shots trying to hit the tire. He said over the radio "Call off pursuit, he got away." Zeklon was cursing some words that were pretty bad, he said to Killswitch over the radio "We need to follow him causally then eliminate the target but not now later." He reloaded his pistol and sniper rifle, finding Killswitch soon after.
"Negative." Killswitch initiated an uplink and brought up the police lockdown notice on the bus' display, then changed all of the traffic lights red and took off after the bus.
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Zeklon smiled "Affirmative, capture the target at all cost!!" He ran after Killswitch following close behind. The pair arrived at the bus as it was packed with traffic Zeklon said "I'll cover the windows in case he hops out, you go in and capture him then I'll do all the interrogation after, now go in and get him!!!" He pulled his Smart Pistol out watching both sides.
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Killion covered his bleeding ear with one hand and headed to the back of the bus.
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Killswitch nodded and ran to the door, a simple command through his uplink swinging it open as he arrived at it. He strode smoothly onto the bus and started scanning through the civilians onboard, eventually catching a glimpse of Killion. "Rebel agent, Killion, kneel down. You are under arrest."
Blight boosted through city streets, the pressure created by her passing setting off car alarms and knocking furs over on the sidewalk. Spying a lone skunkette, a fairly young attractive specimen by herself, she pulled up hard and boosted again, putting herself up over the edge of a building rather quickly. She landed on the edge and grinned to herself, then hacked into a nearby PA system and started playing Back in Black across it; she had adopted it as her theme when she broke out of prison. She dropped down in front of the skunkette with a rather wicked grin on her beak. "Hello, cutie... What's such a... Tasty little morsel like yourself doing out here all alone?"
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Zeklon said over the radio "Do you have the target secure?!" He stayed watching both sides he heard Killswitch administering orders to Killion.
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"Minding my own business, I suggest you do the same." She sharply replied as she kept walking.
Killion grumbled a few curses and did as he was told. "Under arrest for what? They said they'd clear my record after that!"
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"Ooh... She's a mean one." Blight giggled and drew one of her Glocks, then boosted past the skunkette and back in front of her. She leveled the gun at the young gurl's head. "I like it she my food puts up a fight."
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"Move in." Killswitch said over the radio, his guns trained on Killion. He didnt answer the fur, and he didnt seem to care; caring was a job for the interrogators, not him.
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The skunk sighed and showed a badge and a gun. "You really going to try that?..."
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Zeklon Said over the radio "Affirmative, moving in" he got onto the bus saying "Hands behind your back now!!!" He took the cuffs putting them on Killion's hands. Zeklon Sat him up and walked outside the bus and kept his paw on his shoulder, Zeklon asked Killswitch "We need to take him somewere got any ideas?" He had his gun pointed at Killion's back.
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(Wow... I just completely screwed up the spelling in that last post... Oops.)
"Yes, I am." She said, a bit more serious. "Especially since you showed that. You see, I don't like cops, and if you ever pay attention you would know that. I have pictures of me in every station, but I digress." She lowered her pistol to the gurl's knee and squeezed the trigger.
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"The tower would be the best location." Killswitch said, unlocking the bus and reverting the traffic lights to their normal patterns. "Everything and everyone we need is there."
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The skunk woman groaned and held her leg. Some metal showing up from under the bleeding skin. "Big mistake." She said as she took out her own gun. Shooting off a round in return.
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"Interesting..." Blight boosted to the side as the young cop brought her gun up, then drew her other glock and held both triggers down, directing a large amount of ammo at her in a short time.
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(Since when were those fully automatic?)
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(Glock 18s are automatic...)
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(Oh...I don't know much about guns...)
Almost each bullet hit, running up her leg and across the back before she jumped out of the way. She turned again and fired a few rounds back at the assailant.
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Zeklon arrived with Killion he got in the elevator saying to Killswitch "Do we drop him off here then leave?" He waited for the elevator, he held onto Killion's cuffs to make sure he didn't get away.
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One bullet grazed Blight's arm as she dodged once more, carving a shallow groove and knocking a few feathers to the ground. Blight stared at the feathers for a second, then raised her gaze to the cop. "Bad skunk." She holstered her pistols and boosted at the cop, simply using her boost to add more power to a slash with her talons, aimed at the gurl's throat.
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"The proper authorities have been notified." Killswitch said as the elevator opened. "Drop him here, then I am going to meet Stephen."
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The cop aimed and shot more rounds as the bird was destracted. Not bothering to move out of the way.
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Zeklon put Killion in the elevator saying to Killswitch "Um cya at home, I might stay out longer so later." He dropped the rifle off and walked to Stephen's house. When he arrived he got in his armor and jets. He heard shots and immediately ran after them it took him 30 minutes to get there. Zeklon saw the skunk and the raven having a gun battle he stayed hidden watching the fight play out. He stayed in cover on top of a building and didn't dare to make himself seen for the fear of getting shot at or making himself the next target for the raven.
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Killswitch made his way to the operating room without returning his weapons, his combat protocols shutting down. He laid down just outside of the room and waited for Stephen, just as he said he would.
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Blight boosted to the side again to dodge the bullets, and grabbed the front of the cop's shirt, then boosted up several times and tossed the girl skyward. She executed a quick flip and grabbed the cop with her foot talons, digging them deep, then continued their ascent, flying until her display flickered and she started getting light-headed.
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Zeklon watched in horror muttering under his breath "that skunk's blood is going to be every were when it falls down." He sneaked over to another place to hide most likely seen from the skies above, he was still on top of the building. When he made it to cover he kept watching them go up and up into the sky.
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(Sorry...not getting any good ideas lately...so posts will probably be crap...)
The skunk seems quite heavy for Blight's talons. The cop then took out her gun and fired some point blank shots from her hip.
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Zeklon heard the shots from above knowing that the skunk was putting up a pretty good fight. His hud scanned the raven and info popped up. Zeklon said to himself "So Blight is her name, risky one showing yourself after her prison break." He was still hidden,he took out his pistol and a EMP grenade just incase he became a target.
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(Her name's actually Blake Nevermore. Her nickname is Blight.)
As the bullets buried themselves in her, the impacts slightly lessened by the thick leather she wore, Blight dropped the skunk she held, much higher than most could survive. After waiting a few seconds, she flipped over and boosted down at the cop, grabbing her again and boosting several more times to accelerate their descent. When she reached about three stories height, she broke off contact and pulled up, taking a quick mental note of a nearby trooper on a rooftop.
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(Oh my mistake) Zeklon hid now not showing himself. He knew that the skunk's survival was gone, he moved to a differnt location because his hud had just told him he was spotted, Zeklon loaded his pistol and hid ready to put up a fight he yelled "Hey!!, back off if you want good fight it's me you want!!!" He was now standing and had his pistol raised and ready.
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Blight turned back to the building and landed on the edge of the roof, hands held up in mock surrender. "Are you sure you want to take her place? You're a bit older, but it's possible you'll taste just fine..."
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(Still not having much ideas...sorry...I'll be gone for a few days too so that won't help any.)
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Zeklon put his pistol down and said "Yes I'm willing to take her place, or Ms.Nevermore you can fight or leave." He kept his pistol by his side and said "It's your choice." He kept his guard up watching for any sudden movements.
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"Ooh, somebody looked up my name." Blight laughed and hopped down from the ledge, calmly walking towards Zeklon. "Though maybe if you'd read my file, you wouldn't be so quick to sacrifice yourself..." She let out a chilling chuckle and scraped her talons across an AC unit. "But, since you volunteered... Get down on your knees."
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Zeklon watched emotionless, he pulled the pin on the EMP grenade and tossed it right at Blake's feet going off shortly letting out a disrupting explosion. He ran his jets thrusting him to a ledge, Zeklon said to Blake "It's not going to be that easy my friend." He had his pistol raised this time, locked-on and ready. He smiled "I gave you two decisions fight or leave and you choose none, was it that simple to pick filthy bird?" He grinned watching her.
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Seeing the grenade, Blight boosted backwards, off of the roof, then let herself drop a short ways to disrupt his lock-on. She boosted upwards again as the grenade went off, the landed on the edge a d drew her pistols, sweeping both upwards in his direction and letting off a short burst.
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Zeklon dive rolled into cover firing off some rounds in return. He grabbed a Flashbang instead this time he saved it when the time was needed. Zeklon yelled back "Your making a mistake we can both walk away unharmed." He then wall ran to her location and jumped up to ledge he then holstered his pistol showing he ment not to hurt her. He said to Blake "So are you gonna walk away or are you gonna keep fighting?" He sat down on a AC unit waiting for her to respond.
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After a Cupple of "Normal" days (containing unboxing his new Rifle and modifing it heavily) jake got briefed via Video-uplink by an Officer at the Headquater. "Sgt. Volin we need your tech and hacking skills for a Special mission"
said the Officer. "let me guess, it have something to do with the coding issues of our communication , right ? " replied jake. "How... why do you know that ?" asked the Officer. "conclusion of informations from the news network and founded relations." awnsered jake. "so ok... Now We finally find out where the communication is being siphoned, in an Comm array out far away from [insert City name here]. so you ,GyStg. Winters aka Stormfire and a team of 3 other mission specialists get transported with an Armored Truck due extremely bad weather conditions and heavy anti air Defence." briefed the Officer. "Copy that!" replied jake. "ohh and one thing!". added the officer. "It will be an Freezing mission so i recommend Full body armor.".
Jake Grabbed his eqipment and then he, Stormfire and the other 3 mission-specs went with an Transit shuttle to the Armored Truck.
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Blight holstered one of her pistols, keeping one in her hand at her side, and stepped down from the ledge once more. "To be clear, you gave three options, one of which was you take that girl's place. In that book, that means as dinner. also, you fired first." She spun her pistol around her finger and slowly moved closer to Zeklon.
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Zeklon instantly put his hands up and said "I give up, you have me already in your sights and if I run I'm dead either way." He got on the ground and sat down leaning against the AC unit, a couple tears came down his face he wiped them away and looked up at the sky.
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(Bad move, calling her bluff.)
Blight laughed and shook her head, tapping her pistol against her hip. "You really should've read my file, not just the name." She leveled her pistol at his head and squeezed the trigger.
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(Did my character just die?) Zeklon heard the gunshot and everything went black.
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(Unless you want to go back and not call her bluff... I don't really like killin off others, but she doesn't bluff.)
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(Actually yah i do) Zeklon made a break for it and jumped off the building his jets thrusting to break his fall, he ran as fast as he could not checking behind him. Once he was far away enough not to be seen he headed to a corner to sit a while and recover. Zeklon looked at threw the file as he sat, it showed all the crimes she committed. He nearly puked reading some of them, he then put it away and closed his eyes for awhile thinking.
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"Suit yourself...." Blight spun her pistol again and holstered it, chuckling, then turned back to see what the descent had done to the skunk. "Now, where were we?"
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Zeklon got up and walked to another place to sit down, he sat down on a bench and soon fell asleep while sitting up. He was exhausted from the day, he felt like he couldn't make it back to house so he just sat there and slept.
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(Back for a week or so...sorry to ditch you all.)
The skunk seemed to have been unconscious but slowly got up after the impact, taking the destraction to reload the weapons she had. "Nice try." She said, spme skin hanging off to show mechanical parts underneath. "But you'll have to try harder than that...gotta love disposable bodies."
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"Oh, you've got to be..." Blight muttered, shaking her head. "Seriously?! To hell with you, then! I prefer my food more on the... Organic side!" She boosted upwards and took off flying, in search of more suitable prey.
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The skunkette smiled and headed off on her own, a slight limp to her walk and stopping her wounds, leaving most cybernetics exposed that already were.
Stephen shortly was wheeled out of the operating room, rather tired looking and his head covered in bandages and synthetic materials, leaving only one eye exposed, a deep red in the area around the iris. "Killswitch...there you are buddy." He rasped as he slowly wheeled himself over. "I hope I wasn't too long..."
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"Negative." Killswitch said, standing. "You took no longer than was necessary."
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Blight soon landed on a hospital roof and started looking through skylights for the best place to enter. Finding an empty storage room, she popped the latch on the skylight and jumped down inside. She grabbed some bandages and medical equipment and started removing the bullets and cleaning her wounds.
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"They have good doctors...here." Stephen tirely said with a sigh. "It will remain offline until it fully grafts...then they'll test it." He said as he slowly headed to the elevator with some clumsy and loose motions.
The surgery went well enough to remove the bullets. They didn't have any drugs to dull the pain, same with disinfectant as it was also under tight management. Every slice and insersion to remove the foreign material would make itself prevalent.
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Gruwel nodded, placing the desk as he was directed to. He glanced up at the client has he moved the platform which carried the desk into it's correct spot. "Do you happen to have some men that can lift the desk up so I can slide the mobilization platform out from under it?"
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The client sighed and nodded. He went over to a small cabnet he had and pushed a button. "Deborah, send some guys up here, we need them to help move the desk into position." A kind and professional reply was heard and soon a few of the more buff workers showed up. All the bkss did was point to the desk and a quick "yes sir." Was uttered as they headed over, bracing themselves for the heavy desk and slowly lifting it about a half infh from the platform, with some clear effort on their part.
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Killswitch stuck to his handler's side, where he could help him up if he fell. "It will have nothing to connect with yet."
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Once she finished bandaging herself up, Blight drew her pistols and shredded the lock on the door to the hallway, then quickly reloaded and kicked the door open. The prey here might not all be the safest, but even those that were safe to eat were easy to take down.
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"Maybe...but it's designed...to use the coms systems non vocally so it shut off too." Stephen said, not noticing his improper grammer.
Some guards were waiting outside, aparrently some alarm or warning system was in place and somehow activated. All tyeir guns were pointed at the door, about 3 by the count of it.
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"You need rest." Killswitch said as they arrived on their home-floor. "Or it will not graft properly."
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Blight hit the dust, executing something of a mix between a crouch and splits, then swept across the guards, pistols blazing. "Eat it, rentacop!"
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Stephen nodded slowly as he took his time opening the door. "Yeah...sleep sound really good right now." He tiredly said as he went to the couch, clearly exausted from the long surgery. He slowly laid down on the couch, careful to support his neck and head. "Thanks pal...hopefully it helps..."
The cops quickly turned and shot at Blight, one of them taking a bullet to the calf and falling over after shooting back at her.
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Blight boosted backwards, holstering her guns as she did, then bounced her feet off of a wall and boosted forward. She swept a hand up under a cop's gun and slammed it back into his face, then twisted it around behind him and unholstered her other pistol and brought it up to his head. "Alrighty, boys... Let's just put the weapons down nice and slow-like."
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Killswitch lied down protectively next to the couch, weapons trained on the door. "It will. Sleep now."
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Stephen quickly passed out, either from the after effects of the surgery or what else, his vitals seemed strange, almost fluctuating at times but always stable. His breathing was slightly raspy, almost as if every breath was a challenge.
The other cop pointed the gun at Blight with a careful aim. "You better be ready for consequences if you even think about doing that." He warned darkly.
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"Put down the gun and I won't have to." She grinned. "You have no idea who you're dealing with, do you? Let me see if I can ring any bells. The New Lupo massacre? The King City killings?"
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"So?" The guard coldly asked. "You might be of flesh and blood but us...increasingly not so much. You think you should be feared because of what you do or who you are but in this day and age, as long as it doesn't effect someone directly, they don't care."
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"Well... Since it doesn't effect you..." Her grin became wicked and she pulled the trigger, then quickly boosted to the other officer and slid on her knees, a fist going straight for his crotch.
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A gush of darkened liquid shot out from the cranium of the officer who got shot, falling to the ground and twitching as the oil leaked out of the back from the circular hole. The other officer simply followed Blight with his weapon as she neared him, her fist contacting him hard but clearly hurting her hand more than the officer as the dull clang of metal resounded in him slightly, before he shot her anyway, the bullet flying through her shoulder.
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Zeklon finally mustered enough strength to get to the house and fell asleep as soon as he got there. Taking a shower a before he fell asleep.
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"Seriously?! Steel balls?!" Blight swept her hand down and across the officer's ankle, knocking him off balance if nothing else, then boosted backwards and slid across the other cop's spilled oil, drawing her pistols. She squeezed the triggers as she slowed to a stop, sweeping them upwards through the cop.
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Abbey stat at a bench in a business suit drinking her coffee, across the street was Promethean. She had met with her client a few hours ago. His was an unusual request, for starters telling her she had no time limit, and to take as much time as she needed to ensure the highest possible success rate. Two hours ago she had an RFID chip implanted to change her identity...someone high up that they wouldn't question much and wouldn't know too well. And an hour ago her "assistant" had called ahead to schedule a surprise security inspection. She finished her coffee and began to walk towards the building "well this is it"
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The cop was felled after that barrage. However the oil was much slipperier than first believed, causing Blight's feet to slip out from under her and fall. Some blood mixed with the oil as the cop who had his ankle shot leveled his gun at her.
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Gruwel, quickly slipped the platform out from under the desk, and nodded at the men, signalling that they could set the desk down.
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The security and all that worked great, asking some conformation questions and being rather thurough with it but eventually letting her inside.
The men slowly set it down, tbe boss handed them some credits and they nodded and left. "So now that's all in order, would you prefer hard cash or have the funds transferred to your account?"
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Blight caught her fall with her free hand, her talons screeching across the floor as she slid. She stopped herself after a moment, just in time to catch a reflection of the cop's movement in the oil. Instead of fleeing, she boosted directly at him, using the first fallen cop's body to launch herself into a flip, the momentum from which she used to bring her pistol down on top of the last cop's head. Hard.
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she wandered through the building, they had assigned some underling to be her tour guide, she'd give him a good review later...that would probably get him a promotion. She paid careful attention to structural details, air ducts, potential hiding spots...it would be foolish to try to snatch it now, but the camera in her brooch would give her a good plan for how to get in, later it would give her a decent way in and multiple exit strategies. "can you lead me to our R&D sector? I'd like to inspect it and the trials area for potential security leaks"
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"Unfortunately we can only show you some of the more informed and less experimental ones. The testing and working on prototypes and various edits of tech is to be kept at utmost control for both copywrite, security, and safety of the prospective products." The guide said as he went to a nearby service elevator. "I will however escort you to the area where announced projects are being developed. I am sorry if there's any dissapointment."
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~"I could argue with him and pull rank...but it's risky"~ she stepped into the elevator with him "Very well, I'm mainly here to inspect security anyway, the fact that i'm not allowed in those areas seems reassuring enough, though I will need any grievance reports and security flags from the past six months"
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"That can easily be arranged, although any reports involving sensative workings will have to be edited to reflect that, such as names for anonymity, product names, materials, ect." The guide said as he punched in a series of numbers on the pad, then sliding a card before pushing an elevator button. It was about a minute in the elevator before they arrived at the less secure R&D department, still secure by the looks of it. He took her through some of the areas, most showed people working on bits and other things that by the looks of it were almost complete, one very hyped up product was also there, near completion but requiting final tweaks.
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she went through in the same manner that she had been, walls...vents, ducts, cameras, security bots and personnel "Everything seems to be in order" she finished the forms that they had given her, making sure to positively reflect on her tour guide "Is there anything else that may require my attention?"
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The guide shook his head. "Nothing that immediately comes to mind." He said as he took out some paper and a pen. "What address should I send the forms to?" He asked.
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Blight caught her fall with her free hand, her talons screeching across the floor as she slid. She stopped herself after a moment, just in time to catch a reflection of the cop's movement in the oil. Instead of fleeing, she boosted directly at him, using the first fallen cop's body to launch herself into a flip, the momentum from which she used to bring her pistol down on top of the last cop's head. Hard.
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She gave him a P.O. box adresse "everything else just gets too clogged" and signed out, turning in her clearance badge at the front gate. She'd go home and review her footage to come up with a plan.
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The cop got off a good shot before being knocked out, the bullet moving through the air and her shoulder, possibly hitting the shoulderblade by the feel of the injury.
The footage seemed good, but at the R&D area, much of it was static, possibly due to experiments in the Research area on the durability of the new products.
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Blight scowled and felt the back of her jacket, finding the exit wounds from both shots to her left shoulder. At least they were through-and-through; wouldn't need to dig the bullets out later. She walked over to the officer and pointed her gun at his head, execution style, then pulled the trigger, letting off a small burst. She turned and started down the hall. "Let's see, then... What... or rather, who's on the menu?"
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The current floor seemed to have been either evacuated, or was actually just used for storage.
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"I just can't catch a break." Blight walked back to the supply room and patched herself up again, then walked to the main staircase and calmly made her way down to the next level.
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Aparrently the power to the elevators was also cut.
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Zeklon woke up and turned on the news and saw that the raven he saw early was on a killing spree. So he suited up getting in his armor and grabbing his weapons. Zeklon ran the rooftops and made it to the building and waited near a fire escape were he knew that most exits lead out the same way. He had his pistol out and aiming at the door ready for the intruder, along with a Flashbang rigged to explode and flash on contact.
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she frustratedly flipped over to a 3-d modeling program and began sketching the R&D area quickly while it was still fresh in her mind after she finished that she began to search the web for blueprints and set the video to render a 3-d model of the building. While that was going on she checked her email for any small jobs and made herself coffee and ordered chinese takeout.
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Along with her memory and the video, most of the department was halfway decently reconstructed. Math helped in leveling out the building but seeing as how the R&D was reconstructed from memory, and that she wasn't cleared for many areas, there was a lot of errors with spacing and such. The Chinese was delivered by a friendly and young tomboy and was kept nice and warm.
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"gotta love sesame chicken" she dug in and continued searching the internet for more complete blueprints...she might have to pay off a hacker to get a set for her...another expense she searched her e-mail to see if there were any small jobs, the kind she usually only did to fund the larger ones.
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Most floor plans were of not the security system or much useful information, however what was found helped clean up the 3D model a bit, but left much still unexplored. There was a job to do some surveillance on somebody who was suspected of infidelity but required actual proof of such, and the pay was great. Either someone was desperate to find out or they were wanting to settle things quick.
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she sighed and called the guy "I was requested for surveillance? I'll require a photo and a known location"
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"Ok, thank you so much." The clearly stressed man said, but by the sounds of it he was in his late 20's and clearly very upset about things. "I'll send you a picture." A few clicks were heard and soon another email popped up. "I just can't trust her anymore, it's like she's a completely different person now. Any help you can give will be perfect."
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"Where can I find her? her work...her lunch habits, somewhere she goes regularly, I'll take it from there." she sighed "last question...are you SURE you want to know?"
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The man answered some of the questions easily. Mentioned that she doesn't have a job but gos around places on a weekly basis. "Yeah...I need to know this." He sadly said.
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she thanked him and hung up finishing her food and heading out to the location she would be at soonest, A coffee shop.
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In about 15 minutes after arrival, a modestly dressed Leopard showed up, the same one in the picture. She sat down and ordered a coffee. About 10 minutes after that, a handsomely dressed fox showed up and sat in a table opposite her. Judging by their reactions it was probably just another customer. About 5 minutes after that the Leopard opened up her phone and seemed to message someone, tbe phone was of an older model, one of the ones that had the simpler UI's and simpler securities as well. She sent and recieved some messages, this seemed likely to go on a while and she seemed to get a but antsy as well as time passed.
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she watched intently, just waiting. She saw the phone...but hacking never was her thing. If someone puts a keypad on an armored door, going through the wall is still an option, and that WAS her style. She sat patiently....judging from the women's impatience she was waiting for something...or someone.
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A few people came by but none seemed too interested with her. About 10 minutes after that she was about to leave before a average looking Wolf man showed up and hugged her from behind. She seemed surprised at that but smiled once she found out who it was. By reading the lips a name along the lines of Blake was seen and they talked a bit. The man ordered a fruity drink and they talked some more before they left together and headed to another building, seemingly a living complex of sorts.
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she followed and once in the lobby (i'm assuming hotel) quickly snatched a suitcase from a bellhop bot nearby while no one was looking and followed the pair into the elevator.
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(Ehhhh...they kinda have floors for that too.)
The pair exited on floor 18 and headed into room 309E, where another feminine voice greeted them.
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she walked past them without breaking stride and as soon as they closed the door she walked around the corner and sat considering her options "i could check for vacancy in the adjacent rooms, go through the duct work, pose as staff...or scale the building...vacancy is the least risky, i'll start there" she returned to the elevator, leaving the suitcase in it...someone was bound to turn it into lost and found, and went to the front desk "what rooms do you have free on floors 17, 18, and 19?"
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"Ummm...odd request but there's a number of them." The employee indecated a number of good rooms for the purpose that would be needed.
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"how much for a night? i'm passing through" she checked her e-mail to double check the price of what she was offered for this job
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"Well...depends wich you chose to be honest. 150 credits to be the most easily affordable, that's the one on floor 17." The clerk said. The job payout itself was easily 20 or so times that.
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Zeklon woke up and turned on the news and saw that the raven he saw early was on a killing spree. So he suited up getting in his armor and grabbing his weapons. Zeklon ran the rooftops and made it to the building and waited near a fire escape were he knew that most exits lead out the same way. He had his pistol out and aiming at the door ready for the intruder, along with a Flashbang rigged to explode and flash on contact.
Blight wandered past the doors without a second look, heading down the hall, spinning her pistol on her finger. She stopped for a moment, lifted her gun in his general direction out the door, and fired, then headed down the hall again, popping a fresh clip into her gun.
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"Well...depends wich you chose to be honest. 150 credits to be the most easily affordable, that's the one on floor 17." The clerk said. The job payout itself was easily 20 or so times that.
"What of the rooms on floor 18?"
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Out of the available rooms on 18, only one seemed to fit the needs of the job. The proce however was a little higher at 200 credits a night but still easily profitable.
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"i'll take this one on 18" she pointed to one directly adjacent to the room and paid, retrieving her key, she of course paid with cash and a fake name...as per usual. "you have a good evening" She left the hotel to get one of her handbags and packed it, couple "costume" outfits, a hand drill, a very small wire cam, plaster putty, a few razor blades, and a pistol, six shooter chambered in winchester .308 as well as some extra ammo. She promptly returned to the hotel and went up to her room preparing.
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Everything seemed to work out, the walls seemed solid and rather sound proof but some vents were in the ceiling to allow clean circulation of air. The room was decently furnished and had a nice big bed for sprawling out in exhaustion on. The windows were naturally one way to the outside for privacy.
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she grabbed a nearby chair and took the grate out of the ceiling using her multi tool before poking her head in and checking the clearance to she if she would fit.
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There was about a foot and a half of duct work to move around in height wise, it was about 2 feet wide as well. Comfortable yet cramped but there's no telling how strong it is or how loud it can be while traveling through.
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She grabbed her hand drill and tested the wall quietly beginning to drill a hole in it about 1/8m of an inch in diameter.
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It did make some noise, although it wasn't entirely out of the question that it could be construed as some of the mechanisms in the duct work making such noise.
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(a hand drill turned slowly depending on bit and material being drilled would make next to no noise...you'd have to be actually listening in a silent room to hear it through wood. also the smaller the hole the las noise. 1/8 inch is pretty small)
She slowed down and continued drilling, putting more pressure to make up for the slower speed. after a few minutes the hole finally gave and she pulled the drill out quickly. She tossed it into her bag and pulled out her wire cam and threaded it through the hole.
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(Yeah but the drill itself makes noise too.)
The operation was going smoothly, everything was seeming to proceed as planned.
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(Yeah but the drill itself makes noise too.)
The operation was going smoothly, everything was seeming to proceed as planned.
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(http://switchon.global2.vic.edu.au/files/2012/10/HandDrill-xh1ab7.jpg)
just to be clear this IS what we were both thinking when i said hand drill right? shouldn't make noise unless rusty.
so I drilled through...what do I see?)
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(Oh...no not what I was thinking. I was thinking of a handheld drilling machine thing.)
Peering through the hole would reveal a partial nightstand, and some of the bed from the narrow view. The stand held an open wine glass and some used glasses, 3 to be exact. Although only two coupd be seen sitting on the bed, both females kissing eachother and talking a bit, although it was nearly impossible to hear what they were saying through the ceiling hole.
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She groaned quietly and attempted to maneuver the camera to get a better view of the bed
(is anyone else still active in this?)
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(I think it's dying...just like all my other ones. Never went past 30 pages in any roleplay. :p )
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(I think it's dying...just like all my other ones. Never went past 30 pages in any roleplay. :p )
(thirty pages is a tough milestone...most of mine don't even make it past ten)
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(I tried to stay active. My posts went unanswered, though.)
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(My life is just getting hectic, trying to find a job and the holidays and all that...)
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Gruwel shrugged. "Account I guess."
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"M'kay, I'll have the funds transferred as agreed." The businessman said. "Now I have some organising to do, I'm sure you know where the door is." He said as he began moving small things around his new desk.
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She groaned quietly and attempted to maneuver the camera to get a better view of the bed
(?)
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Gruwel nodded, and walked out of the building. He got to his van, and slid the platform into the back. He got into the driver's seat, and headed home.
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The view was a stretch, but from the view you could see two females sitting on the edge and talking a bit, something about stress and helping out a bit. Most of what was being said from the client's wife.
The drive was ok. Nothing happened until you got home. A fancy and expensive looking car was waiting in the driveway.
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(Was this car here before?)
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(No it was not.)
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Gruwel stared at the car, when exiting his own. He looked around for anyone on the porch who might be visiting.
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There was a suited bull man standing by the stairs, waiting for him with a few papers in hand.
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Gruwel locked his car, and, with his laptop under his arm, strode up to his porch. He walked up to the bull, and spoke. "Hey, are you here on behalf of some company?"
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"Yes and no." The bull said. "Long story short is that you helped someone out recently and she'd like to thank you, took some time to find you out but I'm sure you'd like it."
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She set the camera up so it would stay still before grabbing an orange jumpsuit out of her bag and pulling it on. The camera continued rolling and she pulled a chair up to the ductwork and began to climb in carefully.
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After affixing the camera to a good vantage point and beginning to collect some video/audio, everything seemed to go very well.
(Is there something to view whats happening or is it direct to storage media?)
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(storage media...I carry a hard drive on me, it's connected it to that, sorry to put that in, I meant to)
(so how loud is the air duct i'm climbing into)
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(Securely fastened but quick or overly forceful motions could cause some noticeable noise. Your character is easily careful enough to avoid that.)
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Abbey slid through carefully, stretching her arms forwards and pulling herself by putting a little pressure on the sides of the duct and dragging her body until she reached the grate. She put her ear down to the grate listening intently to whatever was going on. If she caught something interesting she still had a phone... She pulled it out and began to record the audio.
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It was qhiet but rather audiable. "I just hate it with how stressed he is all the time. I just can't stand that, he used to be so relaxed and cherry."
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Gruwel nodded, looking around. "I see." He looked back up at the bull. "And where is she?"
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"In a hospital, recovering from surgery." The man straightforwardly said. "She's not feeling too great at the moment since the crash."
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Gruwel's eyes widened upon realizing that was who they were talking about. "Oh, of course, sorry."
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It was qhiet but rather audiable. "I just hate it with how stressed he is all the time. I just can't stand that, he used to be so relaxed and cherry."
(what am i supposed to respond to this? all i'm going to do is keep listening...for me nothing has changed)
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Zeklon woke up and turned on the news and saw that the raven he saw early was on a killing spree. So he suited up getting in his armor and grabbing his weapons. Zeklon ran the rooftops and made it to the building and waited near a fire escape were he knew that most exits lead out the same way. He had his pistol out and aiming at the door ready for the intruder, along with a Flashbang rigged to explode and flash on contact.
Blight wandered past the doors without a second look, heading down the hall, spinning her pistol on her finger. She stopped for a moment, lifted her gun in his general direction out the door, and fired, then headed down the hall again, popping a fresh clip into her gun.
(also sledge never got a response)
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(I'm sorry...I'm seriously considering just closing this and...not sure what...sorry...)
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(aw dangit)
(sorry, I've been trying to juggle a lot of things, including Furtopia, at once lately, and I'm still getting used to it. So... that's why I've been kinda sparse on my posts in this one.)
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(It's not because of any of you...I've just lost inspiration and things have come up...)