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Post by Man on Apr 4, 2015 1:47:04 GMT -5
Ivan sat at the head of a round-table, garnered in a white fabric with golden streaks and a matching hat. He resembled royalty. The scientist was content with playing the part and thought he should look like a King when addressing his subordinates. It felt nice standing at the top for once; to give the orders and not grovel beneath the foot of another. He had a smug look about him. The whole thing was probably a game to him more than anything. However, he needed to feign seriousness if he wished to keep the favor of his people, and that required arming their representatives with false authority and power over their fates.
To the left was Zalam’gar, former leader of the konatsians. He was known for his pale skin and long silver hair. The man bore a brusque visage and sat with his bare chest. His body was outlined with scars he earned throughout the year. Despite his unwelcoming appearance, he was a considerate man whom was passionate about his people. He had even offered himself at the biseijin’s dog in order to save another of his kin. Abiding to their laws and remaining faithful, he kept the konatsians in good standing. He was one of the first to come into contact with Model Zero after having been outwitted by Helios’ magic and tossed out of the castle by the moujuujin spirit Goliath. Zalam’gar could have disposed of the weakened android, but he knew that was what the biseijin would have wanted him to do. The man, although bound to their spell at the time, spared Model Zero and instead confiscated the android’s weapons.
To the right of the table was Sayako, a hera. She was a beauty to behold. She was the epitome of her race with the characteristic orange wavy hair that rolled down to the waist, her blue skin, the slit eyes and the elven ears. Model Zero met her when he and Plation crossed the great wall into Whitewater, only to be stopped at the end of rifles. Their territory was complete anarchy with no clear ruler, but now her people were prepared to follow a King if it meant it would end their drawn-out history of conflict and pain. Sayako led a small group of mercenaries at the time, whom kept watch over the wall to make sure nobody entered Whitewater from the other side. Zero and Plation were held captive and mounted on the back of a truck for interrogation in the city. The group was then ambushed. Instead of escaping, Plation and Zero helped Sayako and her group, saving them from certain death. Ever since then, they had kept in touch.
Unfortunately, there was no representing figure for the moujuujin ox-beasts. Ivan had attempted to employ one of their kind to act as the voice of the nomadic herd, preferably the odd woman whose name nobody knew. She always wore a white skull over her head, narrowing towards the beak. She turned the scientist down, reassuring Ivan that they had no interest in diplomatic affairs. As long as the moujuujin were left free to migrate across the planet without restrictions, they were content to be away from the cold corners of Mount Hielo. Realizing there was nothing he could say or offer to change their point of view, Ivan receded. As ambitious as the scientist was, he understood that he could not gain everything he wanted. Eventually, the woman would turn around and recognize her foolishness. For the moment, Ivan needed to appear a just and respectable King.
Despite his claim that the hero Plation entrusted the planet in his care, there were many who remained skeptical of the scientist. After all, he had just arrived to their planet. It was no wonder they would question his authority. There were still rebels lurking all around the world, forming groups of terrorism and plotting to dethrone their new ruler. Ivan understood the value in keeping Zalam’gar and Sayako close to him. If the populace saw that one of their most trusted people were given power and authority to reign over their land, then they would be more accepting. Ivan was not truly interested in these individuals, he only saw them as pawns –a means to an end. Furthermore, ruling an entire planet was an exhausting job. The scientist would need people to help keep the general public in check with the laws and make sure everyone was safe as well as inform the King of all that occurs within his kingdom.
The group had been waiting patiently, for Ona to arrive so they could start their first meeting. AEVA and The Doctor flanked Ivan from the sides as they stared at the other two individuals from across the table. Model Zero was training elsewhere. He was not required for political affairs. Ivan would take care of all the management while the android did his bidding. AEVA was not very strong, but the scientist recognized her usefulness. Model Zero would act as Ivan’s hand, AEVA would act as an extension of Ivan’s mind and keep him informed as well as schedule his happenings. Ona, according to their agreement, would have her own laboratory within Mount Hielo where she could experiment on endless test-subjects without any questions asked. In return, she would remain loyal to the scientist and offer her services when required.
Once the android arrived, the meeting would commence. “It’s nice of you to join us!” Ivan would state as soon as Ona entered the room. He smiled genuinely and invited her to sit between Zalam’gar and Sayako. “Let us begin, shall we?”
“Yes, lets,” Zalam’gar said. He had been fed up with waiting and he would not waste another moment. There were so many questions he wanted to ask but he could not know where to even begin. He but glanced at Ona upon arrival before turning to the self-proclaimed King of Lupin IV. ”Enlighten me,” he simply stated.
Ivan smiled and closed his eyes as a gesture of understanding. “Very well then. As per Plation’s last wishes, I will act as your leader.”
“Pfft! Leader!?” the konatsian interrupted, slamming his hands on the table. “What makes you think you’re qualified to be such? Do you know our history? Do you know what we’ve been through, our struggles, the pain we’ve endured for centuries? You just walk up out of no-where and put a crown over your head. I’m only here to honor Plation, but how do we know his death was as honorable as you claim?”
“I agree,” Sayako stated. “I didn’t know Plation for long, but it doesn’t make sense that he would entrust our entire planet to some scientist that dropped in from space.”
”You’re absolutely right,” Ivan said. ”I know nothing about your history, but it is because of this that I can observe your people more objectively. Your people clearly have a long history of war that has led to the destruction of many worlds before this one. Who should rule? You?” he turns to Zalam’gar, “a konatsian? Or you,” he looks to Sayako, “a hera? Do you think your people will agree to be ruled by the embodiment of their hatred?” Zalam’gar seemed to settle down into his chair as he and Sayako glanced at each other simultaneously. Clearly, neither of them would accept to be ruled by the other. The scientist made sense.
“Even with Plation’s valiant effort and the result of the great war, tension exists more than ever -pervading in this very room! If either of you were to assume control, the populace would remain divided and eventually the tension would result in another war. How many more lives must be lost until it is enough? This is the last planet of the Lupine System, do you wish to lose this one too?” the konatsian and the hera were now completely silent as they took refuge in their thoughts. Ivan remained silent to give them pause and a moment to recollect their thoughts.
“I will be King,” he stated once again with firmness in his voice. The scientist was no push-over. Zalam’gar raised his gaze as if contemplating his thoughts against the notion. ”I will be your King, but only by name and title. Both of you will be responsible for your own race. You will be lords and look over your kin to make sure they are nourished and protected. You will be their voice. In the end, I am just a figure-head. You are the true rulers of equal status.” they lowered their gaze to the table. Ivan grinned. He had them. Just a little more and the entire populace would be in his hands. The scientist placed his hands on the table gentle and lowered his head to search for their eyes from across the table. “And if you do not like how I rule, then I will gladly step down,” he lied. ”Just give me a chance. Allow me to prove myself worthy as your King! I promise you that I will do everything within my power to ensure your people’s prosperity. And if you can’t trust me, trust Plation, the man who freed us all and sacrificed himself for the greater good! Trust Zero, the one who Plation held closest to him during the world’s most time of need.”
Silence. Zalam’gar closed his eyes and nodded slightly. Ivan would look to Ona. She would most likely have her part to say, whether it’s her involvement in the grand-scheme of things or the conclusion of their agreement. Ivan trusted the android would not speak of the experiments she was going to conduct in her laboratory –at least, not while Zalam’gar and Sayako were present. It was their people, after-all, whom would serve as her specimen. There was also the subject of that bizarre bio-android they had captured in Alpha Prime. Ivan had been so busy with The Collective's transition to Belegost's orbit and the planning of their expedition to Lupin IV that he had kept the android under custody. She served as a decent sparring partner for Zero while he had no one else to train with. Ivan had tasked Ona with bringing the bio-android to Lupin IV. She was probably tied up in a spaceship somewhere with her eyes binded. The android would have no idea where she was or how she got here.
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Post by Deleted on Apr 5, 2015 10:19:32 GMT -5
Darkness, complete and utter darkness, this was all Muneate could see as she sat within a jail cell she had become rather familiar with. A place that was four by four feet square and permitted her little room to walk around compared to what she had been able to do when she was actually free. For the last month she remembered going in and out of consciousness as she felt seventeen million zenos constantly barrage her eyes within the last month. Each time she became a humungous ape within the confines of a large arena that shrank beneath her girth. Here she was made to fight this tiny man armored in a red suit with long blond hair and a sword. She really had no clue who he was until a woman who appeared to be her guard finally made some small talk with her. It was really hard to remember what was said thanks to her constant need to transform for them like a trained animal, but she gathered that they were heading somewhere within the span of a month.
It was only in the last few days though that she noticed the place she was in had stopped and had come to a complete halt. Where this was she had no clue, but she tried her best to figure out by continually questioning the captors she had where she was. This proved unfruitful so Muneate just sat around now and dug her nails into the metal floor at her feet these days. She sighed while doing this and wondered where the woman that was supposed to be watching her had gone. Usually, she would be the one to stick around in the lab and mess with things yet today there was only one odd camera at the top of the lab door peering across at her cage. She looked at it with her blue-green eyes, scowling at its super sensitive optic lens then went back to digging through the metal plates on the floor with her nails. Six months had gone by since she remembered dying but now even with her life returned to her she still felt dead.
Her tail flickered in the air as it gripped around the bars nearest her then retreated to waist gently squeezing around her hips and thighs. She had only had it pulled in her life a few times yet she could remember the excruciating pain some of the ogres in the Home of Infinite Losers had caused her due to this. She hoped to use it to escape yet remembers that it was such a weak appendage the effort she wished to devise with it, potentially grabbed keys or picking a lock, was not worth it. Usually, the camera overhead would notice the tiniest of actions and for that it retaliated quite often if she went to step out of her cell without authorization.
The room she was in believe it or not was laced with tiny, needle-shooting devices that impaled into her skin and immediately gave her a paralyzing agent. Any time she left the cell she got this plus a blind fold and power draining wrist cuffs. For someone as strong as her it was demeaning especially since what they gave her to wear was a fine, golden jump suit made from cloth that had extra restrictive properties. If she tried to transform without being inside the arena where they pitted the little man in red armor against her it would start to glow and send an electrical shock into her spinal column. The person behind this was a ring master and without his authority all Muneate seemed to know now in her life was pain.
"I've already had enough of this," she thought to herself spitting on a few scratches she made into the tile. "I just want to kill whoever runs this place now because keeping me alive really seems pointless."
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Post by Ona on Apr 6, 2015 14:18:27 GMT -5
Ona offered a small smile to Ivan and the rest assembled when she had finally entered the room, a bit tardy due to making sure her charge was secure. The "girl" she had been given to transport to the planet was a rather interesting specimen, hopefully the first of many that she was to receive under her new banner of Ivan's research. The scientist and now self proclaimed King had proven true to his word so far, at least when it concerned Ona. As for the fools she shared the table with...they were all being played. At the moment Ivan was in solid control of situation and with any luck Ona might find these so called leaders under her microscope. It would be very interesting to compare them, see if there was some psychological element that they all shared, what had helped them rise above the rest of their kinds. All in time.
When Ivan was finished, Ona felt his eyes on her, almost as if she was expected to say something. Computerized brain working faster than any of those around her it was determined she should, multiple voices to a cause helping to assert it.
"Well said, impartiality will help to stabilize this world and preserve it for all beings, no matter the race. Would you not prefer to answer to another in exchange for those you care for leading an extended life, not one cut short on the battlefield? United under Ivan's lead and with Zero's strength, Lupin IV will never suffer again. You must see the simple logic in this."
The entire time her tone was kept level and calm, her feminine voice rather soothing in terms of tone, such a thing not a coincidence. A non-emotional being, the android always had perfect control of her expressions and speech. Many could be read easily, emotions often worn on sleeves, but Ona was a blank slate beyond what she allowed others to see. At this very moment she worked for Ivan, but he didn't know the half of her goals. Just like with the Universal Church of One, she worked for her own purpose, Ivan and his ruler ship simply a means. It was a shame Zero didn't share a similar individuality, his structure still an object of her curiosity. Muneate was as I nice gift, but the ex-cardinal hoped to get her hands on Zero for further examination.
Her "opinions" voiced she goes silent, noise receptacles still focus on conversation as her mind switched gears. When they were done here Ona had questions for Ivan in the lab surrounding the strange girl. Having only run some experiments she wanted to know what limits were to be placed on her studies. If the creatures life ended, would she be held accountable? Ona had been left in charge of the girl and given permission to study her, yet she was unsure if she was truly her property. Once fewer eyes and ears were about she would ask.
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Post by Man on Apr 7, 2015 13:23:02 GMT -5
In the end, with Ona's help, Ivan won over the konatsian and hera. Under the false notion that the scientist would step down from his position if they did not agree with his methods, Zalam'gar and Sayako would leave the room with minds set to task. They would be the voice of their people and make sure that neither had gotten the short end of the stick. While the pale konatsian man would focus on militia and further training of all who were able and willing, the hera woman would make sure that all health standards and provisions were met. Ivan barely had to move a finger as those below his banner would run the entire planet for him, the scientist would simply reap the benefits of a high-class life-style. He could now focus on other matters he had long since neglected. The stage had been set. Lupin IV was just a strategic move to keep himself hidden from the world around them. When Zero rises to power and they move against the saiyans, many would come in search to take them down. Their enemies would no doubt travel to The Omega Collective to try and find Ivan and the android, but to their surprise they will have already taken refuge in a place the universe itself was unaware existed.
With the other two gone, there were only four left within the room; The Doctor and AEVA, who were nothing more than spectators to offer opinion when requested; and then Ivan and Ona, whom still had unfinished business to settle. The scientist looked at the woman and smiled. He knew she could not feel emotion. Any gesture she returned was nothing more than cordiality. He knew what was coming. The questions she had been dying to ask since the moment Zero presented her to him. The android had explained to him that the woman sought to study other androids and living beings to learn more about her own creation and perhaps discover something about her creator. The scientist wondered whether he might be able to discern her creator's identity if he could just take a look inside her, but he knew she was more interested in sticking her nose into others instead.
"We have created a private laboratory just for you in an isolated island called Mount Hielo," he explained. "It's located to the north of Whitewater. Nobody will disturb you there as its previous inhabitants now roam the land. The island is completely void of other life. You will be provided with various specimen to conduct your research, however, I'm sure you understand that I must keep my appearance as a just and ideal ruler. There are plenty of delinquents that need to be dealt with; for the time being, they will form the extent of your experiments. If supply seems to run short, we will come up with an alternative when the time comes. You may do with them as you please, in return, all I ask is that you remain loyal to me and continue to lend us your support. I don't think I'm asking for much, do you find these terms acceptable?"
The scientist sat calmly with his hands locked over the table. His stare was professional and impartial to the android. However, he had not realized that he had completely forgotten about a certain specimen. AEVA was quick to remind him of the bio-android they had kept captive since the moment they found her absorbing some citizens in Alpha Prime. Ivan himself was quite intrigued with the idea of a bio-android. He never had the chance to answer his questions when IIshavoh disposed of prematurely. He questioned where the individuals they absorbed went. Were they assimilated as energy? -Just as biological beings consumed food? No, he was sure that there was a lot more to it than that. Zero had informed him that IIshavoh demonstrated drastic improvements in speech and reasoning after assimilating a single unlucky citizen. He was eager to learn of the secrets within the bio-android alongside Ona as colleagues.
"Master Ivan, do not forget about that bio-android. You have kept her captive for several months and her fate has yet to be determined," AEVA said.
The scientist's eyes widened as if a dash of euphoria had struck him from behind, his eyes full of life. "Ah, yes, the bio-android. There is so much we've yet to learn from her... Ona, if you no longer have any questions, I would like for us to visit your laboratory so we can study this specimen more readily."
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Post by Ona on Apr 13, 2015 14:58:39 GMT -5
"They are acceptable." The short and to the point response was of course not meant to be rude, it was just in her nature. Honestly she felt the long windedness of most organic creatures was one of their most pointless traits. From a psychological standpoint she understood for there were a number of personality disorders that lead to senses of self righteousness and self importance. To make up for their short lived lives and overall miniscule parts in Universe many had to resort to peacocking. At least the Earthbound birds the term was based off of had something impressive about them. A multitude of races thought so highly of themselves when few individuals in their species were worth more than theirs weight. Such thoughts we kept to herself of course, her soft words ands artificial smile all Ivan or any of the others were aware of.
Ivan was smarter than the average member of his species, Ona could admit that, but his arrogance was his weakness. Sure he didn't wear it upon his sleeve like many did, but in the way he conducted himself, subtle things that perhaps only the android had picked up. From their initial meeting she had been as cordial as possible, her interests in mind every step of the way. One of those interests was Model Zero himself, the android what Ivan owed all his success and power too. There were secrets only Ivan and the Doctor knew about the golden haired android, facts she intended to find out at some point. Until then she was playing the happy scientist, glad to receive the freedom to experiment she was being granted. It seemed her first official subject was secure in her lab.
"I see no reason to linger any longer." The orange haired woman says says before rising to her feet. Looking those assembled over, she stands as if a statue as she waits to be lead. Having already studied the layout of the planet in great detail, she knew exactly where her lab was. Heading off ahead of her host would be rude though, something she had learned while in the service of the Universal Church of One. Ona was always leaning.
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Post by Man on Apr 13, 2015 21:05:15 GMT -5
The scientist smiled. He was pleased with the android's concise response. It appeared he had been obtaining everything he wanted lately, there was truly nothing more he could ask for. Ona stood, awaiting for him to take the lead; however, as Ivan pressed his hands on the table to lift himself off the chair, his trusted colleague murmured into his ear. Ivan's eyes shot up, "Ah yes!" he said, "I must be going senile. With everything that has been going on, I've forgotten about that." Before the meeting began, while they waited for Ona to arrive, Ivan had been informed about a renegade group of war fugitives running amuck after causing a commotion in the villages below the City of Avalon. Explaining this, the scientist would request that Ona wait for him at the ship where the bio-android had been held captive. Model Zero would be sent to capture the outlaws and rendezvous with them at Ona's Laboratory in Mount Hielo. They would become the former cardinal's first batch of test-subjects -not including the bio-android which Ivan was dying to dissect in both body and mind.
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“Zero.”
The android opens his eyes in shock of hearing a familiar voice. Plation’s image was frozen before him with his sword hanging millimeters from the android’s face. Soon after, the simulation dissipated and everything fades into the ground. Model Zero found himself back in the white chamber. The gravity was deactivated, which allowed for the presence of his master which now stood several feet in front of him with hands locked behind his back. Ivan had adopted a stoic and authoritative expression. Being ruler of an entire planet meant he must act the part and change his manner accordingly. Nothing really changed, Zero thought. Regardless, it seemed the scientist had not noticed Zero’s deranged behavior. The android immediately fixes his composure and kneels before his master.
”There are some rebels that have yet to learn their place, Zero. Do me a favor and arrest them; after that, you may take them to Ona so she may do with them as she pleases. The rebels are in the outskirts of Avalon, heading towards Whitewater. You can take a Flyer..." still holding his hands locked behind him, the scientist turned away and walked towards the exit as promptly as he had arrived. "According to the intelligence report, I believe they’re destination is the Elven Forest. That is all.”
“...Yes, Master.”
The City of Avalon was a vast place. Model Zero observed it from a balcony which oversaw the entire structure. It was a city floating in the sky with large buildings and skyscrapers, although none stood taller than the citadel that now housed Ivan and his new cast of scientists. The inside of the castle was slowly being morphed into a second laboratory in which Ivan could work when he’s away from Alpha Prime. The android makes his away to the royal hangar, where Ivan kept their private transportation such as spacepods and the Flyers. For lack of creativity, Ivan called them Flyers because they fly and he couldn’t really care less about what they were called, he just needed a way to address them. They’re like the drone which captured Zero when he first arrived on the planet, but modified so people could ride inside of it. The aircraft was not meant for space travel, nor did it possess the fire power to exit the planet’s atmosphere, its only purpose was to take them anywhere within Lupin IV very fast. It was black, round-shaped with a flat bottom and propulsion devices protruding off its sides. By now, the scientist had already departed with Ona and the others, so the hangar was relatively empty. The heat produced from their engines were still lingering as steam rose from the industrialized flooring.
Zero stood on the foot of the long staircase, which then retracted, lifting him towards the craft’s entrance. The inside was spacious and immaculate. The craft was automated, so all Zero had to do was command it with his voice, although there was also the option of controlling the aircraft manually if necessary. ”Whitewater” the android commanded. Immediately, lights flickered on the terminal and a robotic voice provided feedback on the processes it was undergoing. Calculating… Whitewater… 10 minutes… a chair emerged behind the android for him to sit and admire the view from the glass window. After detecting the android’s presence on the seat, the aircraft flies out of the castle, imparting Zero with a bird’s eye view of the city and Avalon itself. Private vehicles were quite rare, a commodity. In the city, everyone used public, internal railways to get where they wanted to go. Only the wealthy and powerful possessed private ships, which was a positive outcome for the planet’s overall health.
As soon as the aircraft was safely away from any structures, it accelerated off into the distance at constant speed. All of a sudden, the android could no longer observe his surroundings as everything was reduced to streaks of color on the window.
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They were all now on their way to Ona's Laboratory. Ivan stood before the bio-android's cell, prospecting her with anticipation; he almost licked his lips by just thinking about all the things they would do to her. The creature had been kept captive for six long months, allowed a glimpse of freedom only when she was to face Model Zero in the gravity chamber. Although Ona was strong enough to deal with her, the scientist never felt completely at ease without Model Zero by his side. He had made certain that the woman would be incapacitated to the point of uselessness before he ever approached the thing. They regularly drugged her, injected paralyzing agents, covered her in an electrifying suit, and even hand-cuffed her hands with groundbreaking technology capable of sealing one's ki. One could never be too careful and Ivan was not one to be caught off-guard. He looked at her like an animal in a cage as she scratched and tore through the metal despite her extremely weakened state. Monster, he thought. Feeling courageous, he kneels by the cage to take a closer look at the specimen. "Soon," he taunted her, "Soon we will unravel the secrets within you, just a little longer..." he smirked.
Before long, they had at last arrived to their destination. Ivan would remain at a safe distance and order Ona to take the creature by hand. After all, Ivan would not dear go anywhere near the thing unless behind closed bars and AEVA was much too weak to do anything in case things got out of control. Ivan wore a thick coat made of real animal fur from an exotic planet unknown to himself. Mount Hielo was a cold place, freezing, and he would not last a minute without protection. The android's were different, they did not require anything other than the clothes on their back to fight off the cold -they didn't even know what it felt like to be cold. He couldn't say the same for the bio-android, however, as she seemed to be quite live-like in the way she could express emotions and perhaps even feel pain. Unfortunately, she would not be getting a coat, the creature would have to brave through the cold until they entered Ona's facilities. Even then, more torture would await her. The scientist pondered how they should conduct their experiments. Should they pick her brain for answers first? Learn of her origins, her creator, why she attacked those citizens on Alpha Prime -he was not really interested in the citizens themselves, but the reasoning behind the actions which drove her to commit the crime. Their other option was to knock her out and dissect her body right away. Ivan decided he would allow Ona to take the initiative.
The bio-android would be blindfolded of course. As far as she knew, she was still somewhere in the Omega Collective. She would not know she was now in a completely different planet, nor that Ona's Laboratory was located in an island. She would however, learn that -wherever she was- it was unbearably cold and she would dread every moment.
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Post by Deleted on Apr 22, 2015 20:36:46 GMT -5
Sat in her cage all alone until a strange man wearing a lab coat with an animal skin overtop it approached her cage and said, "Soon, soon we will unravel the secrets within you, just a little longer..." He had a smirk on his face and was quite old; however, he seemed rather cold towards her with these words. In addition, it was thanks to this that Muneate learned her mother had not trapped her here.
She snarled at him and rose to her feet saying, “You let me out! I am afraid of nothing and I have no secrets to hide. What do you want with an ordinary woman like me? You realize you have the wrong person do you not?” She said these words because she hoped to trick her way out of the situation. In her current predicament, brute force seemed impossible to use and only words, her weakest skill ever, could save her now. The reason she knew this because of the silly golden suit she wore and what it and the bangles tying up her hands had already done to her.
“If you want secrets from me just let me tell you them all now and be done with it!” She did not get to say anything more though because there was a loud jostling sound and the ship she was in came to a stuttering halt. She found herself thrown forward into the arms of a familiar woman who had watched her all this time and from here she was blind folded and taken outside, well, at a least she felt it was outside because the ground crunched beneath her feet unlike in the cell she knew. She found herself dragged from this cold area and shivered as she went from there to a warm room and ended up made to stand still in her new location until further notice. She gulped; feeling slightly scared and AEVA who followed the Ivan in his entourage asked quietly, “Sir, are you really going to let Ona handle the probing? She is not as sophisticated a system as I am what if you break the specimen. I would rather not have you cutting this lady open or anything firsthand.”
She did not know Dr. Ivan all that well even though she had been working with him, however, she knew him as an ambitious and sometimes tricky individual. It is why she earlier felt he offered himself as king of the new planet they were on together. She worried that this and his job as a scientist might go to his head and be his undoing, especially if he felt like taking on another underling. He already had four if she counted the Konatsian and Heran representative, as well as herself and Ona. Not to mention his work with Zero kept him extra busy as well. She really felt he had no time to continue his work without blowing his mind. The best option she knew was to get rid of the Bio-Android, or at least tame it in a way to make it not a problem. Analysis showed this android had more going for it, however, she felt inclined not to present it until Ona made her own opinion of this lass.
(Posted. My body is nearly on the brink of insanity for an illness I've had all week. I just want to make it go away.)
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Post by Ona on Apr 28, 2015 15:10:41 GMT -5
Temperature was not the only thing that didn't bother Ona. Unlike lesser beings, those made of organic substances, she felt very little. Emotions never clouded her judgment, pain never distracted her from combat and sentiment never stayed her hand. What allowed her to progress so far with her research was the desire to learn more about the Universe that surrounded her. Many that loved the sciences shared that desire, yet at some point almost all met a line they would or could not cross. Maybe it was the step from animal experimentation to human or that they simply lacked the focus and intelligence to carry on. Ona would never have an issue with either of those. She lacked a moral compass and her intellect knew no bounds, given time and resources, she could accomplish anything. Ivan had promised her resources and time was something she had an infinite amount of, it almost made her smile.
With the strange girl retrieved the group sets out into the cold, the crisp wind that whipped around them doing little more than rustling the androids hair and cloak. The tattered piece of material she wore on her back was not an attempt at fashion, it's practical use was to help disguise movements in combat. Right now all it served was the whims of the ever changing air currents, snapping and twisting as if possessing a life of its own. As they traveled Ona continued to remain quiet, thoughts having already moved ahead to the lab she was about to be introduced to. Her previous one had been impressive, the Universal Church of One not exactly lacking in terms of funding. It was time to see what her new patron had to offer.
When they stepped into the lab, Ona was pleasantly surprised. For having been the "ruler" of this world for such a short time, Ivan had already managed to set up quite the laboratory. Your typical equipment looked well stocked, tools, supplies and overall medical devices lining one of the far walls. It was almost as if he expected her to need such surgical tools...she did. The highlights of the room were not the supplies though, not even the multiple tables complete with restraints and all the trimmings, but the half a dozen tanks at the back of the lab.
Strolling over to the tanks Ona stepped up to the master terminal set before them. Scanning the layout for a moment her fingers soon began to dance of the screen, inputting commands and adjusting the settings of three tanks. Still not having said a word she delves several menus down to read the exact schematics of the equipment, absorbing the information and capabilities of the chambers. They functioned as rejuvenation tanks or holding cells, a number of sedatives and steroids already registered in the systems database as well. Swiping her hand over the screen to return it to the base menu she turns around and finally speaks.
"Impressive. I am sure this will suit my needs for the foreseeable future. As for the girl, she will be studied on a psychological level before anything else. Understanding her on a mental field is important. Cutting her open prematurely would only waste the specimen." The androids eyes would then shift to Muneate as she moves to the girls side, hand lifting to remove the blindfold. "Are you prepared to cooperate with those that give you commands?"
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Post by Deleted on May 4, 2015 16:18:13 GMT -5
Muneate took the chance to answer when spoken to directly by Ona and said to her, "I would rather you cut me open first then force me to become a member of your group talks on psycho-babble. I will tell you nothing you sneaky bi-"
Aeva stepped in at this point and slapped a button found on the back of Muneate's suit. A ten thousand volt shock went straight through her causing the room to spark with yellow electricity. Muneate stood her ground though and when the five second surge of energy through her system ended she found herself panting and gasping for air. She nearly stumbled forward and realized that if she had not been superhuman these kinds of constant shocks would certainly knock her out.
Aeva though after doing this peeked out behind the staggering woman and said to Ona, "Looks like we have a back talker here ma'am. I hate to have done this to her, but she was about to call you something rather nasty and we cannot have that. Logically, I fear you would react and hurt her, however, knowing you counter logic indicates there was an equal chance of you ignoring her."
Muneate blinked her vision felt a little blurry yet uttered in response Aeva's words to Ona, "Do that again and I will find a way to break out and destroy your operation." She tried to pull her hands apart and swing them around but the handcuffs on her counteracted her strength with an equal force of ki and subdued her. She did it again a second time but the same result occurred.
Frowning, she now addressed Ona and said, "I am willing to cooperate with you but first you must tell me your names and where I am. Once you have I will explain to you who I am and what a bio-android is. After that I request the ability to travel freely within the confines of this planet and fight whoever and whatever I want."
Muneate, though not the smartest woman alive, knew that if she could get this kind of deal she might have a chance to figure out what to do next with herself. Six months of living in Hell and then in a jail cell had driven her nuts. She had not liked it one bit and as a result wanted to get revenge on someone. Her eyes moved up and down Ona's well-toned figure and she thought, "If I absorb her power, even a little, I bet something wondrous will happen. That will sadly only happen if they give me a bit of free reign here."
(I am hoping to move this thread along. I believe Zero is busy with exams but that said I think Ona and Muneate can still have a few posts between themselves before Ivan steps in.)
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Post by Man on May 18, 2015 21:17:59 GMT -5
(Sorry for disappearing on you guys. xP You could have continued among yourselves though since Ivan had given Ona control over the operation.)
Ivan smirked. The little girl thought she could make demands. After a month or two being confined in small two square-meter room with nothing but the occasional meal and forced to fight a red metal man, he thought she would have understood the nature of her position. Having Ona and AEVA around, he felt secure enough to walk up to the bio-android within arm's length. His hazel and blue eyes stared into hers, "I'm sorry, but I you're in no condition to make demands. Tell me, do you know why you find yourself in this little predicament? I'll give you a moment to think about it," he only gave her but a second before he continued, not truly expecting her to answer. "It is because you thought eating our civilians was sane thing to do. Your actions have brought you here and now you must repent."
Certainly, Ivan could not have cared less for the lives lost by her whim, but he needed some kind of leverage on the creature. "You will answer any questions we have completely and without reservations. THEN, we'll see if something can be done about your situation." Hope, that was always a good card to play. By providing the bio-android with the possibility of freedom, she would be more willing to comply with their orders. Otherwise, they had other means to beat it out of her. Ona could handle her for the most part if she somehow managed to break out of her customized suit -and then Model Zero would arrive shortly after. "Now, if we are in agreement, let me start us off with a simple question. During one of your battles with Model Zero, you mentioned something about your mother. Who is this mother of yours, was she your creator? Does the name Drandos mean anything to you?"
Ivan would look to Ona in case she had any questions of her own.
Huff... Huff...
"Over here!"
Footsteps strike the moss covered trail with haste. Small critters scamper towards the bushes at the sound of snapping twigs and shifting leaves that riddle the roots of tree trunks. The Elven Forest was an exotic woodland brimming with wonder and mystery lurking under every stone; however, today, it's beauty was dampened by the cold sober which hung in the air. The fugitives squander, swiftly treading over patches of stinging nettle as an ominous mist billows in the forest. The towering trees almost seem to scrape the blue skies like individual beanstalks. Occasional beams of light leak out of the canopy above, formed by the outreaching branches. There were five of them. They had been running since Avalon, gasping for air, they crossed Whitewater and entered the woods in search of refuge. Looking back, one of them squeal at the site of a dismal silhouette leisurely approaching them. The calm and unperturbed pace of its haunting outline caused the escapist's heart to accelerate. Her pupils dilate.
"It's coming!" One of them warns. The aberrant derelicts promptly spread out and vanish into the fog. They must have thought to be safe as the mist shielded their image. Young man of the Hera, orange hair and blue skin -as his people, holds on for dear life. He leans on his back against a tree trunk, rifle in one hand while the other grapples at the bark, crushing the husk between his fingers. Tu-tum... tu-tum... His legs had stopped but his heart continued racing. Sweat rolls down his face, and he holds his breath as the bead drops to the soil, as if the act itself would betray his location. Tu-tum... tu-tum... His chest heaves. He desperately languished the flow of fresh air entering his lungs. Exasperated, the Hera strives to control the sibilant wheezing.
Suddenly, he could hear the sound of flattened grass progressing towards him. The man presses the rifle against his chest and closes his eyes. Twigs snap, crunching under the antagonist's feet. The Hera looked up, hoping to get a glimpse at the clear blue sky, but the forest was replete with an impenetrable haze. He takes a deep breath, a moment later, his senses harken and he leaps out of hiding with his rifle aimed at the source of his despair. "Move and I'll blow you fucking head," he warns, however, he just noticed the glowing staff aimed at his neck as the mist shifts slightly. Both were frozen, no one would dare make a move until their identities were revealed. For a moment, the fog seemed to settle just enough to see each other's face. At the other side of the mist, there was an elven man of pale skin staring back at him with the same frightened expression -as if he were a lost puppy. The two immediately relaxed. The Hera exhales deeply and lowers his rifle as the staff is revoked from his neck. "Where are the others?" he inquired. The konatsian shook his head, "I wish I knew..."
Silence. The two fugitives lower their gaze, staring steadily at the ground, embracing their sorrow. There were three others just like them, however they were nowhere to be found. The mist would not falter, though it was also the very thing which has kept them alive thus far. They were remnants of a dragged out war between the planet's entire population. The konatsian and hera had met at opposite sides of the battlefield, with minds set to slit each other's throats. Who would have thought them to join forces? The two had come from very different backgrounds, raised with the values and beliefs of clashing cultures which had previously been worlds apart. One of them lived the life of a loyal civilian, destined to serve his mighty king for generations to come, while the other basked in the light of freedom and total anarchy. There were more of them, somewhere. Even if the small group met their end this day, more of them lurked in the shadows of every city across the globe. Konatsians who could not accept Ivan as King Helios' successor, true servants of the royal crown; Hera which would not accept being oppressed by the might of a ruler, free spirits. Although their reasons for opposing the new regime were disparate, it would serve for a temporary truce while they eliminated the main threat.
The two raise their heads to the howl of a creature echoing in the distance. It's voice served to bring them back from the depths of their minds. Realizing they were out in the open, the two decided to take this opportunity and gain control over the territory. "Keep an eye out for predators," the konatsian said to the hera. The Hera nods, although reluctantly. He would not easily allow others to order him, but it was not time for foolhardy dispute. When they spoke of 'predators' they were not referring to the wolves. Something was out there, and it sought blood. They didn't have the luxury of arguing. The Hera prepares his rifle, checking it for any imperfections before surveying the area. He could distinguish various complex figures in the mist; his surveillance of their surroundings quickly devolved into a game as he challenged himself to identify every shape. Some of them looked like plants, but he then discovered they were animals when the figure shifted and rushed deeper into the woods. The cool environment served to soothe his mind, so much so that he dug out a cigarette from his pocket and popped it over his lips. Bringing the lighter to his face with cupped hands, he glimpses over his shoulder to observe the konatsian, whom was performing some kind of ritual.
He swung his staff in the air, the orb on its tip resonated with a white light. From the hera's perspective, it looked like the man had gone insane, but he knew the konatsians possessed mysterious abilities. The konatsian murmured some words in his elven tongue and continued to perform the exact same motions around the perimeter. The hera removes the cigarette from his lips and releases a puff of smoke. He observes the smoke as it spirals up into the aid and blends with the fog. "Looks like we're camping..."
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Post by Deleted on May 20, 2015 6:02:04 GMT -5
(It's okay, I may make Muneate a descendent of Drandos in a way by having her use a technology that comes from his line of work.)
Freedom... That is what Muneate wanted but this old man, this guy with a terrible grudge in his voice, was not allowing it for her. He wanted her to answer all of his questions completely and then some before even considering that notion. Her stomach grumbled as he spouted wanting to know more about her mother and then asked if she knew a man named Drandos.
"My mother is a scientist named Dr. Kokoro. She belonged to a group called NEON and created me; no, rather she recreated me using a specialized bio-mechanical system. I am her one true biological daughter with a bad heart defect. She tested this technology beforehand on my father named Kotetsu and used it to destroy a planet before I was even born. This kind of testing was important because after he died she could have never had a clue how to save me later. Anyway, without this technology an android such as myself would not have been possible but I do not believe it is in any way connected to a man by the name you mentioned."
She shook her shackles hoping to gain her freedom but knowing so little about this old man before her it seemed her success at freedom was unlikely. Even if she had gone and slipped out more information about herself. She sighed and was nonetheless bothered by the fact more questions were to assuage her mental capacities. Little did she know though, she had actually lied Dr. Ivan and Ona with her words. Drandos was her creator in a sense because Drandos was the inventor behind which many of the new bio-android systems functioned. Inside Muneate's dead heart was a small core processor the size of a marble that glowed with a green aura and had a strange black chip floating in the middle of it. It was a descendent system of one of his original processors that Dr. Kokoro had bought. The reason why she had bought one was that she was not smart enough to build one on her own. Essentially, Dr. Kokoro was not as smart as either she or her daughter thought but the good mother was not about to tell her only child that Muneate could surpass her.
This was because Dr. Kokoro's experimentation had gone a lot worse then she expected. She was unable to save all of Muneate's mental functions. She could not correct Muneate's desire to absorb people and because of this she constantly thought she needed to eat. Only the virus she inserted in her area caused an error in her head and allowed her to suffer enough pain or mental duress while hungry to avert some of her feeding desires. This was important because if she was left alone Dr. Kokoro felt she might desire to eat an entire planet. Kotetsu had never suffered from this problem but then again he was someone who went under the same procedures as his daughter while not ill. Dr. Kokoro figured that after looking at her genetic makeup many times that her own daughter's blood had been replaced with energy or rather something else. What this was she was not sure but without the ever important Caballye blood she possessed along with her Saiyan, Giran, and Human she would not have lived.
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Post by Ona on May 22, 2015 7:59:04 GMT -5
Ona let Ivan question the girl, the origins of this strange creature of mutual interest to the both of them. So far Muneate had not been overly forthcoming with details of her past. It was clear she had been created, but for what ultimate purpose was yet to be determined. Ivan had told the android that her apprehension had taken place when she was in the process of devouring citizens, her apparent hunger the dominant part of her being. While this hinted at a somewhat primitive stage of mental development, the girls brain was not of any real interest to the ex-cardinal. Her body on the other hand, was. Early samples, the simply kinds of DNA testing had revealed multiple strains, the girls genetic makeup a mixture of various races some of which Ona was familiar with, others she was not. While dissection was the quickest way to learning more it was also one of the most dangerous, to the girl at least. With much to be learned it was far to early to cut her apart.
While Ivan asked his question and the girl gave her answer, Ona was setting to work on preparing more of the lab. The equipment was all new and freshly calibrated, yet whoever has done the initial setup was far from skilled. Much had yet to be optimized and prioritized into the most efficient way, an issues Ona was quick to begin rectifying. Gliding over to a terminal, her fingers again danced over the keypad set before it. The lights of the room dimmed slightly as she redirected power to other devices, light not really much of a factor for the android and a waste of the power supply in most cases. Had Ivan not been in the room she might have reduced the brightness even more, her eyes perfectly capable of seeing at night. Adjusting more controls the orange haired female would notice the small silence that had overcome the pair, head turning some to see Ivan looking at her, Muneate giving a jangle to her chains in another useless attempt to escape.
"I do have a question of my own, many in fact, but best to lay the groundwork first. Your genetic structure is more diverse than most, is that due to your creation? What I mean was were the species from the blood sample we took all chosen on purpose or at random?" Having little experience with a creature such as Muneate, Ona was curious to the process of creation. The DNA of different species did not often mesh well, the very reason interspecies breeding was so difficult and often ending in failure. While Ona did not believe Muneate had exactly been bred, she wanted to understand the selection of material used to create or birth her, whichever term ended up being more applicable.
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Post by Deleted on May 22, 2015 16:14:27 GMT -5
Muneate now focused on Ona after finishing answering Dr. Ivan's questions and watched her take to brightening up the room they were in revealing a laboratory of well-stocked supplies. This only lasted a second though because Ona fidgeted with the lights and dimmed them to a point that it hard to see in front of her. Muneate sighed and that was because she hated having to go back to living in the dark. She had kind of been that way for nearly a whole month and although her body's genetic makeup did allow her to see in the dark it was nowhere near as strong as Ona's ability to do so. After all, three sets of genes in her body provided only for sharpened vision during the day. The only one that did not was her Giran blood which gave her day vision and some night vision due to such creatures being reptilian-like in nature.
She listened to Ona's words though now (and overstepped Dr. Ivan's chance to respond by answering her with, "I am more diverse as a bio-android because my mother rebuilt my body from the ground up after she realized my heart was failing me as a regular human girl. Like I said, she tried this process on my father but found it not to have the same results as mine due to it killing him eventually. I suppose I have a limited time but I doubt it since I think was soon to die anyway."
She placed her hand on her chin and said, "Although, about the randomness of my body's makeup I am sure it was just that. Completely... utterly... random..." she shrugged her shoulders at this point and added, "What's a mother to do when her daughter, who is a highly desired test subject, is going to die? Well, the only thing is that can answer that is everything in her power to save her. My mother's design I think was to force feed me so much energy into body it would be able to live on its own. The final result created me anew and ever since then I really can't stop eating. It's my greatest weakness since sometimes I get extremely bloated."
Muneate was not going to say more on that since Ona was likely to have seen collected data about this from AEVA and Zero's tests on her. Dr. Ivan too if he had been watching her fights with Zero for the past month. It was all in the video so she could not understand why these two did not just want to open her up at this point if they were that curious about her.
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Post by Man on May 23, 2015 21:30:50 GMT -5
Ivan was starting to lose interesting quickly. It appeared that he might have known more about the bio-android than she did herself. To his dismay, the woman did not recognize the name Drandos, apparent creator of the late IIshavoh. Instead, she introduced another would-be scientist; Dr. Kokoro, he vaguely recalled the name. However, whether he knew the woman or not was pointless. It seemed the creature which had held so much mystery was nothing but the desperate attempts of a loving mother trying to keep her offspring alive. The notion of having selected her biological make-up at random was believable; Saiyan, Giran, and Humans were all fairly common races and their genes accessible anywhere. Perhaps, what annoyed the scientist the most was the fact that he could have learned so much more if he had been successful at apprehending the bio-android IIshavoh. The scientist would have been able to cross-reference the data between both specimens and identify any patterns in their creation. Personally, Ivan had considered creating a bio-android himself, but the effort implied by such a thing was not economically practical and ostensibly useless. From what he had already observed, the only big difference between a bio-android and an actual android was that bio-androids changed and evolved by assimilating other life-forms.
Dr. Ivan realized this after listening to Model Zero's report on IIshavoh. The bio-android seemed primitive at first, unable to form a coherent sentence. His words were broken and automated. However, it wasn't until he absorbed another creature that he obtained educated speech and a well-rounded understanding of the culture around him. He even appeared to be repentant of his actions -it's authenticity forever unknown. On a more physical level, his overall abilities seemed to enhance with every consumption of life, it's degree proportional to the strength of every individual absorbed. Ivan's theory was that bio-android's were compelled by their physical make-up to consume other beings in order to reach a greater level of existence. Maybe, if this one survived the dissection, Ivan would keep her around and study her development by feeding the bio-android other living beings. Another question he wished to have answered, if only for the sanity of his healthy mind, was to know just how deep her integration of other biological systems went. When she absorbed another living being, it increases her mental capabilities as well as her physical ones, but what about her DNA? Did that change as well? They were all questions only surgery and further experimentation would reveal.
The scientist was pretty much done asking questions. He didn't think there had been anything the bio-android could answer that he could not discover on his own when Ona performs the operation. With that said, AEVA seemed to have her own questions. "Pardon the intrusion, but did you say NEON?" the android inquired. Her voice sounded dull and monotonous. Because her body was a prototype, it did not yet have emotional capabilities; thus, the extent to which she could express herself was fairly limited.
"What's this? You know NEON?" Ivan asked, looking towards the android. AEVA nodded.
"New Earth Offensive Network: Its goal was to hunt down and destroy aliens and it did so by working on weird experiments, tracking said aliens, and exterminating them. The agency's main location was at a temple in Mount Paozu, I know this because -if you remember, my core is in that location. They had scientists, agents, and superhuman warriors to help initiate their goals. However, they disbanded shortly after Brandon Potter and his fiance Roxsenne Roye, a caballye, destroyed their facilities and renowned members such as Mocha."
"Brandon Potter?" Ivan said, "Isn't that the human you were traveling with before meeting Zero?"
"Yes. He left to the Vatican System in search of the Caballye's home planet, Castelle. I thought it might have only been a coincidence, but I detected Caballye blood from her genetic samples. It's seems really uncanny to be an accident that the last place we detected Roxsenne Roye's location was in The Omega Collective." AEVA now looked at the bio-android, "Would you happen to know anything about this?"
Huff... Huff...
"Where is it?"
"I haven't the slightest idea, it was behind us but now there's nothing but mist." The pair of fugitives gallop within the woods in search for a safe haven. Their eyes wander about their surroundings hysterically; hoping to find a familiar figure in the fog, yet hoping not to. What would occur if they discovered another's visage blanketed by the mist? Should they approach? Maybe it's one of their own? Then again, maybe it's impending death...
"Damnit, who's bright idea was it to separate?" The konatsian complained. He, although elven, was quite different. Long hair was a respected culture of their kin, yet his were finger-length. While his brother wielded a staff and the power of magic, this one honed his skills with axe in hand. The konatsians were much more diverse in terms of skills and abilities. They had a color for every letter of the alphabet; much like other races, namely namekians, the konatsians were divided by lineage; Warrior Caste, Mage Caste, and the General Populace. If you were a warrior, then your life was that of a gladiator by their terms, devoted to the public and safety of their villages -fated to perish in name of their honor; Mages, although fearsome, lacked in physical ability. Magic comes at a costly price as one must give in order to receive. Because of this, most of those who become entwined with political and governmental affairs tend to be of this stratum. Of course, there was a gray line between warrior and mage, composed of those who balance physical and mental ability. Lastly, there were the general populace who would -although possess some magic- used it best for plebeian tasks.
"The fault does not lie in one. We all made that choice on a whim when that konatsian woman revealed the thing's presence," the hera explained. This one, like many, were not very different in appearance and personality. Blue skin and orange hair, there was no exception to the rule yet known to their own. They did not possess magic, nor delved in prehistoric weaponry. The Hera used guns of all sizes to aid them in battle. His was an MK-17; metal-solid bullets, reinforced with synthetic materials which brought these dying artifacts back to the top of the food-chain, where its power rivaled even that of magic.
The konatsian smirked, “Yeah well, I’m tired of running!” He stomps on the brakes and skids to a halt as he turns to face the abyss behind them. The hera stops abruptly in response.
“Are you nuts? We can’t face that thing!” he warned. The hera rests his hands on the konatsian’s shoulder pads and shoves in hopes of knocking some sense into him. The konatsian retaliates out of anger and presses his forehead against his blue partner.
“If we work together, we can!” he argued, but the hera did not seem convinced.
“Do you even know who we’re up against? That thing challenged King Helios and the Gors, there could be hundreds of us and we still wouldn’t stand a chance!” the hera lectured. “-Well, not with that attitude!” The konatsian folds his arms and pouts.
“Anyway, we shouldn’t have to worry about that thing for some time. Nobody is immune to this forest!”
The konatsian smirks, “mind telling him that?” He said, clutching his axe and pointing at a figure in the distance. Their hearts skipped a beat as they took positions and observed the image as it transformed before their eyes. At first, it seemed like it had been walking at a temperate pace, but as the figure drew closer they realized it was actually running straight towards them. The konatsian’s smirk quivered with excitement and slowly degenerated into fear as he realized what was about to transpire. The hera jacked his MK-47 and prepared to fire upon their pursuer. They didn’t plan on going down without a fight. Beads of sweat roll down their faces, hands became moist and unsavory, finger dances around the trigger. Just before he was about to let all hell break loose, the mystified figure suddenly stretched. Suddenly, it had hind legs, a tail, and a long neck.
An instant later, between them, a deer-like creature with outrageously long legs skid harmlessly past them. The konatsian realized he had been holding his breath and exhales with great relief. The two glance at each other. One push of the trigger would have revealed their location and ended their lives in an instant. The crude reality of the horror cracked their lips to an awkward grin as they burst out laughing out of nervous fear and anxiety. Perhaps their false-alarm was a blessing in disguise as the konatsian realized he was not emotionally prepared to face his demons.
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Post by Deleted on May 24, 2015 15:55:09 GMT -5
"Oh, ho, ho!" Muneate chuckled while forming a Cheshire grin with her lips. Her eyes peeled across the room from Ona to Dr. Ivan and finally to AEVA. She grit her teeth at the lady robot in blue and said, "I see you want me to reveal all my secrets way too soon. I have to keep a few you know otherwise I cannot leave you in suspense."
Twiddling her fingers, Muneate took a step towards Dr. Ivan and asked, "If I said NEON and your second lady friend here knows of NEON and my mother's work it should be easy for you all to put together what exactly I am. Yet if you are too dumb to realize my full berth of ability and knowledge I suppose I will have to spell it out for you good doctors." She spun around in a circle where she stood before the doctor and then came to a halt frowning at the man who kept her imprisoned.
"I unfortunately know NEON because it was my mother who joined them oh-so-long ago with my father to rid the Earth of its overpopulated alien residents. NEON went through a number of experiments, tracked the aliens, and eliminated them on Earth when they could because after Earth became super peaceful way back when they all just kept coming and bringing so many things with them it made humanity obsolete. Even the robots were beginning to surpass them you know and my mother was along the lines of a hard lined group of humans who figured that Earth was for humans only."
Muneate jangled her chains feeling a bit nervous but continued with, "Mommy met my father during her time at NEON and soon got married and wished to have kids. They had me but the moment I started to grow to full term poor mommy was put under the stressful job of expanding NEON's program it was not just enough to kill aliens that arrived to Earth. The government's hidden echelons secretly wanted those aliens thought to be an extreme threat to end up wiped from their homes and erased from the universe. It was a lot of trouble for her to prep things for this kind plan but my father agreed to help her and so they set off for a random planet they named Castelle and happened to find in the system, one where threatening aliens potentially lived but were far less alien-like then human-like in nature. She wanted to be sure humans were properly ready to fight them and so she got there, gained their trust, and used my father as a guinea pig to destroy them. After that you can say the planet and their history went poof."
Muneate sighed, "Of course, there were survivors and Roxsenne Roye was among them. The Caballye I believe lived under the rule of a puppet government before she came to Earth with a jumbled sense of her own history and culture simply because the trip took her so long. When she got here she made a big deal of killing all the agents of NEON after they found her and attempted to capture her for they revealed themselves to be destroyers of alien culture. I can say she was successful in eliminating them but my mother was smart and exited the group long before this happened. She had been gone from the main group for years since she had only come to the planet Castelle to perfect her bio-weapon, realizing its flaws when my daddy died as her first experiment."
Muneate shrugged then continued, "It was during this time she came to Alpha Prime, lived there, and had me. I was born weak and only came to full power after undertaking a biological transformation. Like I said, mommy gave me everything to keep me alive yet it was only until she re-encountered Roxsenne traveling in the same area that she lured her in, captured her, and learned everything she could from her while revealing her own hand in her violent past."
Muneate at this point clasped her hands together and stated, "After Dr. Kokoro was done with her she had no more use for her except to use her for my feed. That poor girl ended up dropped in my holding tank and I completely absorbed her energy and form slowly adapting it and the rest of my body so that I could hold a balance of 25% of the genes of each of the creatures I now possess within me. It helps explain my eating problem yet also reveals other weaknesses within me that I would rather not discuss for Caballye are rare in the universe and their weaknesses and living habits are hard to discern due to lack of information. The rest of the species I have told you of Saiyans, Giran, and Humans are all creatures you regularly encounter."
Muneate tapped her forehead with her hands though at this point, "I can say with certainty I am the last person in the universe with true, full knowledge of them for I ate Roxsenne and by doing so gained her beautiful essence and a small bit of her power. Feed me and I assure you loyalty and their unique powers will be yours. I have no idea what kind of grotesque changes may occur in the future but I can already tell you I actually have felt a bit taller recently, especially after having to go down into Hell after dying and needing to retrieve Roxsenne's essence among others just to return to the living."
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