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Post by Prometheus Zex on Sept 21, 2013 22:00:00 GMT -5
Sailing through the air above Alpha Prime Prometheus Zex glanced back to look at the bio-android that flew behind him. Wrath was close behind as well, his dark eyes focused intently on the man between them. Today had proven quite the eventful day so far and the alien was sure it was far from done.
Leading them on IIshavoh would most likely have no idea where he was being led, assuming he did not know the layout of Alpha Prime all that well. They flew over buildings and streets, even a couple small parks as they traveled and before long were heading for one of the nicer districts on the stations.
”Stay close IIshavoh and I warn you do not try anything.” The bio-android might notice that there was no anger present in his tone; no distaste like there had been back in the archives. Above all else the alien seemed quite calm as they would slowly start too descend. Below them was the most extravagant house of the district and if IIshavoh had indeed been paying attention he might notice it was at the pinnacle of the station for they were approaching the home of Prometheus Zex.
Gently touching down outside the front door, even though they could have landed anywhere Zex turns to look at him, his eyes scanning him up and down once.
”Welcome to my home android, wont you come in?” Of course it was a question, but there was no real choice for him. As Prometheus turns to enter his home Wrath would shove IIshavoh from behind and not to gently push him along into the house. Being invited into the Lord’s house might have been the last thing IIshavoh had expected, for hadn’t he been told he was going to be taken to a holding cell? Could the alien have some sort of cell within his own home?
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Post by Deleted on Sept 21, 2013 22:12:13 GMT -5
Iishavoh followed Zex until they arrived at what was labeled as his home. This confused IIshavoh to no end, as he was invited in, as he felt Wrath pushing him in. "Why am I here? This is not a prison..." He said, as he slowly made his way in, as he slowly glanced around at the abode that the lord of the station had called his home. Why was he here of all places? The way an organic thought was just more and more confusing.
"Lord Prometheus, Am I to assume you have a hidden agenda that involves me in some fashion?" He asked, unsure of what he had planned for him. Why did he deceive Akassa? What the hell was going on here? He looked back to Wrath, and said "No need to shove. I know its in my best interest to do as I am told." as he turned his attention back to Prometheus as he waited for an answer.
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Post by Man on Sept 21, 2013 23:57:10 GMT -5
They just had to fly there, Man thought. They couldn't walk or drive there like normal people. Although, thanks to Man's reliable scouter and speed, he was able to track them down and follow even when they passed through a cloud or two. In one moment, Man was forced to traverse through an underground tunnel. His eyes glew a bright green color which enabled him to see where he was going. Three red outlines were displayed in his frame of vision, describing his targets as they soared through the skies over the obstructing ceiling. Perhaps it was better this way; to walk instead of flying. If it were any other person, they would have lost the target right away, but it seemed as if Model Zero was built for these kinds things. He was certainly given many scouting missions.
Man finally made his way through the moist tunnels and glanced at the skies. He continued to follow the red silhouettes of his targets, which remained hidden by the clouds. Children played in a local park, laughing and swinging happily when a rough breeze suddenly washed over them caused them to stop and contemplate what had just occurred. 'I can't hear them from down here...' he complained, imagining all the crucial information he might have been missing out on, information that probably wouldn't be repeated. Man ran through a dark alley way between neighboring buildings only to find a dead end. Without wasting any time, he would briskly dash against a wall, using it as a stepping stone to dash to another. He would continue this until he had climbed the two buildings and found himself in their ceilings. Model Zero maneuvered over the metal boxes and tubes protruding from the ground and jolted from building to building until there were no more and he regressed to the ground. He would take the fall carelessly, liking jumping off a bed and continue his covert pursuit of the most influential and -perhaps- dangerous people in all of Alpha Prime.
Eventually, they landed in a large province. Man could only guess what it could have been, but he listened when the diplomatic brother called it his home. Why would they take IIshavoh to their house? Model Zero was personally interested now. His instincts detected some sort of possible conspiracy going on; why else would they go out of their way to intercept a lowly criminal. Sure, he killed someone, but nobody of significant importance to the government. That man could have been replaced in a heartbeat. It just occurred to Man that he was now met with a new obstacle. As the larger brother, Wrath, pushed the bio-android into the building, he realized that he would not be able to here their conversation now. Tsk! He grit his teeth. Why couldn't anything ever be easy?
If only he could dash through the door while it remained open. But that was too risky. Not only was the threshold traveled short, but if they were to detect anything at all, he would be trapped within their walls and treated as a hostile element. In essence, he would be riding IIshavoh's sinking boat. Man waited until the door was closed and moved out from the bushes. He began to orbit the large structure they called 'home' for some kind of hole he could crawl into.
(I love proboards. I accidentally left the page while writing the third paragraph but it saved it as a draft.. ><")
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Post by Prometheus Zex on Sept 23, 2013 11:20:29 GMT -5
Prometheus does not respond to him at first as he continues to lead them into his home. As they walk through the building IIshavoh would be able to see the quality of life that the Lord of Alpha Prime enjoyed everyday. The large home was full of quality furnishings many of the pieces made of mahagony and other fine woods, all of which were imported from various planets. There were very little trees on Alpha Prime and those that did exist were purely decorative, not to be chopped down for building materials. As they move through the house they pass a number of servants, their races varying and seeming to have no relation beyond the fact they all served Zex. The trio eventually arrives in a large room, the plush couches and chairs set about the room meant to allow those in the room to relax in comfort. Stepping to the center of the room Zex finally turns to address IIshavoh.
"First off I could have taken you any place in the Collective and no matter how lavish or open it would servedn just as well as any prison." Prometheus pauses for a moment letting that sink in for he may not be in a cell, but IIshavoh had no freedom and no where to go with the two brothers so close to him. "Second, I would not assume anything if I were you for your recent actions have been a perfect display of your inability to see even a short distance into the future. This is my home and my brother and I have more freedom here to do as we please over any other location in the Collective. Here, there are no witnesses."
As Model Zero would make his way around the perimeter of the compound he would most likely notice servants from time to to time and the tell tale red blinking LEDs of cameras spread throughout. Prometheus Zex was Lord of Alpha Prime and took his privacy seriously. The android might find it troublesome if even possible at all to get inside. The cameras and personal would make remaining undetected hard and those were just the obstacles he could see, other security precautions could possibly exist that he was yet unaware of. To proceed was at his own risk.
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Post by Deleted on Sept 23, 2013 12:19:32 GMT -5
He continued to look at the Lord's home, with all the unique furnishings that filled his home. He was quite impressed, but confused at the same time as he arrived with them into a large room. "But... I couldn't see the consequences of my actions then my lord, I was running off of pure protocol and basic programming... Plus, If I hadnt absorbed that poor man, I would of died either way...I..." He said, but his neck twitched slightly, as he put his hand to his head, as if he felt dizzy.
"I think I might of absorbed too much information..." He said, swaying a bit but he shook his head. "My apologies, Im not used to this...been asleep for so many years... My body is still... not complete." He added, as he looked back at Wrath for a second, then back to Promethus. "My Lord, Could you please tell him to back up a bit? I feel like hes about to rip my spinal component out with his bare hands any moment...Its unsettling."
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Post by Man on Sept 23, 2013 13:03:54 GMT -5
(I just noticed you guys probably wanted to keep this thread closed. Am I allowed to RP? If I am, feel free to skip me since my character is just observing.)
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Post by Prometheus Zex on Sept 23, 2013 13:17:43 GMT -5
(Its closed now for no one else would have any knowledge they are currently inside. Feel free to post I just put in thr part about it being difficult to get in simply because it is his home and if caught sneaking in there could be serious consiquences.)
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Post by Man on Sept 23, 2013 13:45:15 GMT -5
(In that case, posted. xP Could you provide me with the overall appearance of the outside? I just assume you have bushes cause it's the only thing I can use for hiding. xP)
Perhaps Man had gone over his head into thinking he could infiltrate the home of the most powerful being in Alpha Prime. Not even five seconds and his sensors were beeping frantically, warning him of security cameras posted on the walls. His scouter flashed the scarlet outline of an employee taking out the trash a few yards from his location, and then another moving a cart with dirty plates towards the back of the mansion. Model Zero was a few upgrades short for this particular mission. Lord Zex and Wrath weren't even his current targets; before taking them down, Man would need to exterminate the saiyans as foretold -but he couldn't even do that yet. Regardless, IIshavoh was in there and he needed to know what was going on.
The android surveyed the area carefully with his eyes, pin pointing all the stationed cameras bolted on the walls. Next, he assessed his abilities, promptly deciding that he was not properly equipped with the necessary skills for such a high-ranked mission. Watching from the roof of a generic building was simple enough, but the only useful ability in his arsenal for said occasion was his 'Dash' ability. Man crawled under the bushes and watched where the workers headed. The cameras were still a problem, but if he walked exactly where they walked, he wouldn't run into any other hidden traps; the problem was, how would he walk on the paths without being detected by the cameras and the personnel themselves.
A number of possibilities were considered; Man could take one of the personnel when out of the radar, knock them out and put on their garments -the oldest trick in the book! Except, Man's head armor was not removable, therefore he could never appear to be anything than what he is; an android. And even if he could, he failed to find anyone who shared his soft light skin and scrawny figure. Another option was somehow disabling the cameras, but if they went out, everyone would instantly know that something was up. Man sighed and decided to remain in place. He needed to observe the activity, decipher a pattern and formulate a plan of action. If he saw any androids similar to himself, he might be able to pass as part of the workforce with a little adjustments.
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Post by Prometheus Zex on Sept 24, 2013 19:28:04 GMT -5
Having heard a good amount of the conversation with the Princess and her bodyguard, Prometheus had heard all of this already. The bio-android claimed that he had not known what he was doing and now stated it was in order to prolong his life. Zex couldn’t care either way and in truth didn’t care about the man that had lost his life. The man should have taken more precaution when approaching the bio-android or should have at least been prepared to defend himself. If one of his staff was to be so careless and incapable then he was not needed. Hearing his comment about Wrath the Lord of Alpha Prime turns to IIshavoh, a small chuckle rolling out of his throat.
”His proximity means nothing. If he was across the room from you he could rip your spinal component out just as easy. It would be wise of you to keep quiet until asked to speak. I have invited you into my home because I wish to talk with you and you will answer my questions to the best of your ability, understood?”
Wrath would shift some behind him, not having moved an inch even after the android voiced his discomfort with his proximity. The larger of the two brothers had no problem doing any “dirty work” if it was needed. On multiple occasions he had done such things, at the request of Prometheus of course. Wrath was always at the ready, always ready to prolong the rule of him and his brother.
The mansion in which Prometheus Zex lived was no small structure, reaching five stories above the stations surface. Consisting of over a score of rooms in the main structure alone and with a completely separate attachment in which his servants lived. Towards the back of the mansion was a giant garden, full of exotic plants and different fauna. It too was littered with cameras and various security systems to go along with the rest of the house. Beyond that it was very similar to another other building, various windows on the floors including a couple of large ones on the lower level. The trio had entered through the front door, but there was another that led it from the garden in the back and another on the balcony overlooking the collection of plants.
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Post by Deleted on Sept 24, 2013 21:53:39 GMT -5
IIshavoh was somewhat confused still by the chuckle, as he was still yet to understand what 'humor' was. His confusion persisted as Prometheus invited him to his home so he could ask IIshavoh questions. "Yes My Lord, Question me as you see fit, I am...How you say, an open book?" He replied, wondering what he would be questioned with.
It was an interesting situation for him, Zex deceived Akassa and her bodyguard, telling them that he was to be taken to a holding cell for judgement. But here he was, in his home being questioned like it was supposed to be a test of sorts. It it were a test, It might be something worth to IIshavoh if he were to succeed at it, perhaps even benefit from it. "Maybe he can provide me with what I need..." He thought, as he waited for the questioning to commence.
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Post by Prometheus Zex on Sept 27, 2013 16:27:30 GMT -5
Zex strolled around the room, looking at all of the wonderful things that he had acquired. Tapestries and pieces of elaborate art covered the walls. The skin of some beast was stretched out along the floor, jaw open and snarling, its last look of defiance. Trinkets too were lined along shelves, things that were worth more money than most people on Omega would see in their entire lives. It was clear the leader of the asteroid planet was in no rush to question the android before him; things were done on his time and no one else’s. This was his home, this was his world, and all others were merely guests within it. The android’s nervousness made him chuckle again. He glanced at Wrath and back to IIshavoh.
“An open book? The thing about books is they have to be written, no book writes itself. This brings me to my first question. I wish to know more about your creator. Tell me everything.” He leaned against one of the arms of the couches, his relaxed nature conflicting heavily with his piercing red eyes. They seemed to bore into the very core of IIshavoh, but they didn’t move off him once his question had been asked.
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Post by Deleted on Sept 27, 2013 16:41:34 GMT -5
He was still nervous with Wrath behind him, but eventually he started to calm himself down some, as his own eyes kept locked on Zex's eyes, as if the two were having a staring contest. "Well my lord, Unfortunatly I know little of my creator. I only know that he was called Doctor Kalvin Drandos. And He was a pioneer in the field of Artificial intelligence, According to my records, which are sparse and are incomplete, I was supposed to be his....Prototype for 'Actual Intelligence'... " He said, as he answered Zex's question to the best of his abilities.
"I was supposidly supposed to be completed upon my activation by him...however there seems to of been... some complications that prevented that. Thats all I know... I am sorry if I dont have more information on that particular subject..." He said, feeling a bit guilty for his creator, as he did not now of his fate, as he had been in stasis for a duration that far exceeded that of anyone on Earth at that time.
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Post by Prometheus Zex on Sept 29, 2013 15:53:50 GMT -5
Tucking his hands behind his back Prometheus listens to the short tale. Doctor Kalvin Drandos was not a name that the alien Lord was familiar with, but then again he was no expert on androids. Zex had plenty of experience with them in terms of servants and workers though he had never taken the time to learn about their construction and workings in detail. That was part of the reason IIshavoh had interested him, the admittance that he was a bio-android was intriguing as they were much rarer than their mechanical counterparts.
”It is not much, but at least the name is something to start with. If he was not the one to activate you than who was? How did you awaken from the slumber you had been in?” Prometheus knew little about this man, a situation he never liked to be in. When dealing with anyone the alien Lord always preformed his research ahead of time. The best way to get what you wanted was to know who it was you were doing with and how to approach them. Sure power could be a persuasive force, but not everyone was susceptible to the strong arm tactics of his brother, because of this Zex had established a large information network years ago. So far though this IIshavoh had proven an enigma, but the Lord of Alpha Prime was confident he wouldn’t remain that way for long.
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Post by Deleted on Sept 29, 2013 19:38:57 GMT -5
"How I was woken up? Some android named 'Man' I guess triggered my hibernation cycle. I guess your salvaging workers picked up my cryostasis pod, brought it aboard and your medical team was examining me..I think... Man was their...Security detail." He replied, not entirely sure how he was woken up himself, though he could remember most of the key detailings since his visual systems were activated.
"I remember the two of us fighting, Making a hole in the wall... And I tried to absorb 'Man', as I did to the worker I absorbed today, but failed. I barely made it out alive... I recall him cutting off my arms with some...energy sword... I hid out as I repaired myself, met a nice girl, helped her out with a problem she and a young girl were having, then came to the archives to get more information to see where, and when the hell I am....And here I am."
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Post by Man on Sept 30, 2013 8:43:22 GMT -5
Man crawled as far as the flora of the mansion allowed him. He'd observe the cameras, waiting for them to move elsewhere, and then dashed from bush to bush. Suddenly, he was met with an amphibious green critter with long legs and big eyes. Croak! The lower section of what appeared to be its mouth inflated so suddenly, Man already had his pistol manned between its eyes. Croak! It expanded again. Man soon decided that the creature was harmless and as he heard a the wheels of a cart strolling beside the bushes, he pressed his index finger over his lips to indicate the green animal to keep quiet.
As the cart passed by, Man tossed a pebble across the pathway. As the person moving it stopped to look back, Man took the chance to dash right through and under the cart, where he was concealed entirely by the white fabric. The confused individual, thinking it was hearing things, turned to see nothing but the green critter distracting it from the faint shift of the linen tablecloth. Soon enough, the cart was moving again, though -apparently- Man would not be infiltrating the mansion without company. Croak!
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