Post by Ninmast on Nov 30, 2007 14:00:06 GMT -5
Power Level: High
Time Period: Modern
Entrance Point (Where you need to start if you're entering): City near the crash site
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He had been so proud of his strength.
The two of them had been sent to save the planet from destruction. They were the best of the best, the strongest, the fastest, the most skilled. There was nothing they couldn't handle. The first clashes were dominated so easily, he even questioned if such a force was really necessary. They grew lazy in their confidence while the enemy toiled away in preparation for a fight that never should have happened.
He had taken on one of their leaders while she took care of the other, but while he was boasting his strength over the one, the other ganged up on her with the rest of the group and overpowered her. It shouldn't have happened. He should have been watching. He should have ... He should have ...
It was a litany his mind kept repeating, running over all of the things he could have done, should have done, things that would have ensured she would still be with him.
But his arrogance made him careless. He failed his mission. He failed his people. Most importantly of all, he failed her. His mind replayed the last moments of her life relentlessly.
He had been so proud of his strength.
* * *
"Zero?" a soft voice spoke to him. "Master Zero, are you awake?" His optics opened to see a medical unit in the cute little orange cream outfit that served as their defining uniform leaning over him. "It's time for another fluid sample."
Without a word, the black-armored Purifier Unit pulled himself into a sitting position, letting the arm closest her lay limp over his knee.
The young woman noticed as she went about the pretest checkup. "The memories are still bothering you, aren't they?"
He scowled over at her. "They killed her. Right in front of me."
"That's a defect in your intellectual processing," she scolded gently, unperturbed by his glare as she checked his fluid pressure. "They destroyed her shell. Death is a false state of permanent deactivation produced by the fear Carbons have of it."
"Is she here?"
The question didn't seem to make any sense to the girl, who paused after sanitizing an extraction site on his arm to look over at him. "Who?"
"Quicksilver!" he declared, raising his voice so suddenly that several other patients jumped. "Is she here?"
She shook her head. "No, of course not."
"Did they recover her shell?"
"No ..."
"Did they have a backup?"
"No, Master Zero."
"And what is the probability that they will be able to restore her without those?"
"0.00% Probability," she answered, dropping her head as she saw where it was going.
"Then she's dead," he concluded. "By your own definition, she's dead. It's bad enough that it's done, that they did it right in front of me. Don't tell me to deny it and make it worse."
"Of course, Master Zero. My apologies." She held her arm up as it spun about, transforming into a large syringe. "Now, hold still," she instructed as she went about some last-moment sterilization. "This will only take a moment."
But the android didn't answer. His mind was on what he had said. She was dead. They did it. They were at fault. Yes, he should have paid more attention. Yes, he should have kept his pride in check. But they were the ones who killed her. He was going to make them pay. He was going to kill every last one of them, spreading their pieces to the four winds as they did to her.
"Alright, and in we g-AAH!" The medical unit let out a cry as the Purifier's arm came around in a slicing strike, shattering the end off of the syringe as he jumped off of the table and ran off down the hall. "Hey! Get back here!" She held her hand over the sparking limb as she went over to the doorway, watching him run down the hall. "Security! Security! We have a rogue unit that just broke out of the medical area!"
* * *
The security couldn't keep up with him. He was faster and stronger than any other unit on the artificial planet. The ones that tried to stop him were quickly knocked down as he headed through the maze of halls that made up the complex. There were two objectives on his mind. Yes, he needed to commandeer a vessel to get to Terra, but first, he needed to arm himself.
He broke into the weapons lab with little difficulty, much to the surprise of the scientists inside. He ignored them, however, as his optics locked on one thing. Against the far wall in a locked glass case was what looked to be the hilt of a sword. Underneath it was the symbol ancient Terrans called Zeta.
Against the protests of the scientists, he sent his fist through the case and took the hilt from it before running from the room. Experimental it may have been, but it would be just what he needed to get his revenge. Nothing else mattered.
* * *
Karasawa watched the monitor in front of him. It showed a satellite close-up of what seemed to be a crash site. An interstellar object had come shooting down with such force that the crash had sent shockwaves through the nearby city. Nothing should have survived, but there was plenty still burning, and his sources said there was someone - or something - walking down there.
Taking the expensive cigar from his mouth, he turned to an assistant. "Send it out. I want whatever remains - active or otherwise - brought to me immediately."
Time Period: Modern
Entrance Point (Where you need to start if you're entering): City near the crash site
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He had been so proud of his strength.
The two of them had been sent to save the planet from destruction. They were the best of the best, the strongest, the fastest, the most skilled. There was nothing they couldn't handle. The first clashes were dominated so easily, he even questioned if such a force was really necessary. They grew lazy in their confidence while the enemy toiled away in preparation for a fight that never should have happened.
He had taken on one of their leaders while she took care of the other, but while he was boasting his strength over the one, the other ganged up on her with the rest of the group and overpowered her. It shouldn't have happened. He should have been watching. He should have ... He should have ...
It was a litany his mind kept repeating, running over all of the things he could have done, should have done, things that would have ensured she would still be with him.
But his arrogance made him careless. He failed his mission. He failed his people. Most importantly of all, he failed her. His mind replayed the last moments of her life relentlessly.
He had been so proud of his strength.
* * *
"Zero?" a soft voice spoke to him. "Master Zero, are you awake?" His optics opened to see a medical unit in the cute little orange cream outfit that served as their defining uniform leaning over him. "It's time for another fluid sample."
Without a word, the black-armored Purifier Unit pulled himself into a sitting position, letting the arm closest her lay limp over his knee.
The young woman noticed as she went about the pretest checkup. "The memories are still bothering you, aren't they?"
He scowled over at her. "They killed her. Right in front of me."
"That's a defect in your intellectual processing," she scolded gently, unperturbed by his glare as she checked his fluid pressure. "They destroyed her shell. Death is a false state of permanent deactivation produced by the fear Carbons have of it."
"Is she here?"
The question didn't seem to make any sense to the girl, who paused after sanitizing an extraction site on his arm to look over at him. "Who?"
"Quicksilver!" he declared, raising his voice so suddenly that several other patients jumped. "Is she here?"
She shook her head. "No, of course not."
"Did they recover her shell?"
"No ..."
"Did they have a backup?"
"No, Master Zero."
"And what is the probability that they will be able to restore her without those?"
"0.00% Probability," she answered, dropping her head as she saw where it was going.
"Then she's dead," he concluded. "By your own definition, she's dead. It's bad enough that it's done, that they did it right in front of me. Don't tell me to deny it and make it worse."
"Of course, Master Zero. My apologies." She held her arm up as it spun about, transforming into a large syringe. "Now, hold still," she instructed as she went about some last-moment sterilization. "This will only take a moment."
But the android didn't answer. His mind was on what he had said. She was dead. They did it. They were at fault. Yes, he should have paid more attention. Yes, he should have kept his pride in check. But they were the ones who killed her. He was going to make them pay. He was going to kill every last one of them, spreading their pieces to the four winds as they did to her.
"Alright, and in we g-AAH!" The medical unit let out a cry as the Purifier's arm came around in a slicing strike, shattering the end off of the syringe as he jumped off of the table and ran off down the hall. "Hey! Get back here!" She held her hand over the sparking limb as she went over to the doorway, watching him run down the hall. "Security! Security! We have a rogue unit that just broke out of the medical area!"
* * *
The security couldn't keep up with him. He was faster and stronger than any other unit on the artificial planet. The ones that tried to stop him were quickly knocked down as he headed through the maze of halls that made up the complex. There were two objectives on his mind. Yes, he needed to commandeer a vessel to get to Terra, but first, he needed to arm himself.
He broke into the weapons lab with little difficulty, much to the surprise of the scientists inside. He ignored them, however, as his optics locked on one thing. Against the far wall in a locked glass case was what looked to be the hilt of a sword. Underneath it was the symbol ancient Terrans called Zeta.
Against the protests of the scientists, he sent his fist through the case and took the hilt from it before running from the room. Experimental it may have been, but it would be just what he needed to get his revenge. Nothing else mattered.
* * *
Karasawa watched the monitor in front of him. It showed a satellite close-up of what seemed to be a crash site. An interstellar object had come shooting down with such force that the crash had sent shockwaves through the nearby city. Nothing should have survived, but there was plenty still burning, and his sources said there was someone - or something - walking down there.
Taking the expensive cigar from his mouth, he turned to an assistant. "Send it out. I want whatever remains - active or otherwise - brought to me immediately."