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Post by Man on Nov 11, 2013 14:59:58 GMT -5
A group of scientists were huddled together with their heads low before the mighty Icejin ruler. Most of them were mixed aliens with no clear heritage, tenticles, paws, tails, scales, muzzles, snake-like tongues slithering silently in the back. They were on the verge of finalizing their preparations and clearing all of the terms with their one and only King, Arctic. The humanoid being, Ivan, had just finished debriefing their ruler about Model Zero's findings in his last mission. Lord Zex was forming an organization. Who were involved with that organization and its purpose was yet unclear, all they knew is that it concerned Alpha Prime. The only name they had was "Mr. Watson," but they've yet to paint a face to go with it. "-And that is our plan, my Lord," The scientist crooned. "Model Zero will be introduced to Zex no differently that we had with you. He will gain their trust and slowly seep into the darkest and deepest corridors, serving as our most precious source of information. It's risky, yes, but considering we are originally a research institution of Alpha Prime, I don't see a reason why Prometheus would refuse us."
Man -or Model Zero, stood soundlessly at the sides as he awaited for his masters to conclude the most opportune meeting. His armor was cleansed and polished for the occassion. He had been instructed to be on his best behavior and acknowledge Lord Zex as his Lord just as King Arctic was his King -and Ivan his Master. That was the life of an android, to be the possession of others and live for the fortune of others and only by others. If either of them were to perish, there would still remain more to rule over him. If they all dissipated, he would simply become inherited by another or sold by the institution to the highest bidder. Just as soon as King Arctic sent them off, the android found himself at the dorrmat of a mansion he was now quite familiar with. He remembered watching Wrath shove the Bio-Android through that same door as he hid in the nearby bushes. Ivan knocked on the door, waiting patiently for a response. "Hello! We had reserved an audience with the Lord," he'd say as the door opened. The scientists bowed, but Man being Man, he remained steady still, oblivious to the social cues.
(Arctic, if you wanted our scene to be longer, let me know and I'll cut off that last part. xP)
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Post by Prometheus Zex on Nov 12, 2013 21:44:55 GMT -5
(Arctic and I discussed it and what you posted is good, he doesn't even need to post since you are going to be at the Mansion already. ) As Ivan knocked on the door, already having been let past the front gate of the compound, nothing seemed to happen. Even as he called out there was no response for almost a full minute before the door finally opens a servant smiling at them as he steps into the doorway. “Greetings Doctor Ivan, we have been expecting you.” Moving out of the way the neatly dressed butler motions for them to come inside the mansion. Quietly shutting the door behind them Man and Ivan would most likely be able to hear it locked behind them, security rather tight around the compound…well at least if you were not an android sneaking your way in with the assistance of a house servant. Taking the lead once more the butler heads down the hall without a word, expecting the pair to follow. Prometheus Zex was a very busy individual and although they had been granted an audience with him, that did not mean he had dropped everything in order to make the time. After several turns down different hallways they finally came to a door, one of many ornate ones they would see on the short walk. Knocking once the man then opens the door and shoves it inward. “Lord Prometheus, Doctor Ivan and his associate.” Upon entering the room it quickly became obvious they had been invited to his home office. Larger than most low income houses on Alpha Prime the office was full of cabinets and terminals, several different desks set about the perimeter of the room with various apparatuses set up on them. At the center of the rear of the room sat Zex himself at the grandest of the desks in the room, an ornately carved table of mahogany. The alien Lord had been in the middle of writing something upon a piece of parchment, but he stops as they enter. Smiling some he waits for the Doctor to explain his companion, looking between the two of them. Off to the side, lounging in a chair with his clawed feet resting upon another sat Wrath, the burly alien’s arms cross over his massive chest.
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Post by Man on Nov 13, 2013 0:35:44 GMT -5
Click, Man glances back at the door locking behind them. The servant continued to walk through the hall without any more words to spare. Ivan and the Doctor look at each other briefly before shrugging their shoulders and trailing the butler. Man's scouter wanders about, leisurely displaying various energy signatures on the screen as a way to kill time while they wait. The two largest ones were together, undoubtedly Lord Zex and his brother. However, he wondered whether Mr. Watson or his family had already been moved within the premises. Soon enough, they come across a decorated door. The servant leads them inside, announcing their presence to the Lord. Ivan walked in first, and the Doctor stepped aside so Man could go ahead. The room was vast and arguably resembled the laboratory with all the cabinets and terminals spread throughout the room. The biggest difference was perhaps the expensive and luxurious material in which Zex's office had been crafted. Ivan's facilities were more industrial and cold. Immediately, Man's eyes searched for Wrath, confirming once again that the brothers were never apart -just as the rumors went.
The Doctor gulps and glimpses at Ivan. It was weird to find Lord Zex in such an environment; only if he had been wearing glasses, it would have completely the awkwardness. Ivan clears his throat, "Mhrm! Greetings Lord Zex." He vows. The Doctor looks at Wrath and nods, acknowledging his presence. "I'd like to start by expressing how much we appreciate your taking time off of your busy schedule to grant us an audience. It is truly an honor," Ivan pauses to study their facial expressions. Hopefully, he had gained their attention by now. "Before you is a figment of my own creation manifested into a being of sheer potential. Model Zero is an android developed in the lab from the remains of space debris. The Doctor and I have worked diligently in his development. Zero has no need for food, water, sleep, he doesn't tire, and -most importantly- he is set to obey your every command, he possesses no desires of his own; eliminating the unpredictability of organic soldiers. This android has the potential to grow as strong -or stronger, than any living being in the universe. However, with limited funds, we can only go so far..."
Man stood silently as always. His eyes gazed into Lord Zex's without falter. It could be that his lack of fear would be frowned upon by the Lord, but fear is only necessary when attempting to manipulate someone into doing your dirty work. Man was already programmed to do just that, so the fear factor was irrelevant. If someone were to be threatened in order to maintain power and control, it would be Ivan. The Doctor smiled nervously in the back, posing as the other team's Wrath -but without the dander.
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Post by Prometheus Zex on Nov 13, 2013 22:27:57 GMT -5
As Ivan began to speak, explaining the reason for this visit and the “man” standing beside him Zex rose to his feet. Slowly heading around the large desk he had been seated at the alien looks between his guests, his eyes linger on Model Zero as Ivan goes into a little more detail about the apparent android. Moving towards him the Lord of Alpha Prime says nothing, his long robes swaying with each step. Looking down at them, something he did to almost everyone he met, Prometheus finally stops when he is several feet from the group. Wrath for his part does not move, still lounging in the chair near the corner of the room. The stronger of the two brothers was always with Zex in order to offer protection should a powerful foe present itself, but that did not mean they needed to be side by side. If for some reason they were to try something on the Lord, Wrath would be upon them before they ever laid a hand on his brother.
This close to them Zex focused on the android, looking him in the eye. While Ivan had sounded a bit nervous as he had begun speaking this Model Zero seemed perfectly comfortable with the situation. Prometheus already had a team forming, having picked the individuals he wanted and a leader that was sworn to follow his commands, but that did not mean a loyal android was useless. Perhaps the machine could accompany the group he planned to send out, two loyal grunts were better than one.
”Very impressive Ivan. Yet, I do wonder why you bring him to me now if he is such an accomplishment I would think a grander reveal would have been in order. Is it that you seek more funding for other projects and offer him now as proof of you skills?” Shifting his gaze to Ivan the alien smiles, nothing malicious about his words, but relatively sure he has guessed the man’s motives for bringing the android to him. An android with unlimited potential was not something most scientists would give up so willingly, unless they believed there was something to gain from it. Zex could respect that, use what cards you had to play the hand. Still, the robots potential was yet to be seen.
After the answer to his question Prometheus would slowly back away from the trio. Putting a small distance between the two of them as he then motions Wrath over to him. Without a word or question his brother rises from his chairs and stalks over, his thick arms unfolding from his chest as he does.
”I wish to see this Model Zero’s potential. Model Zero, dispose of my brother.” It was a command Zex knew the android could not accomplish. Even without being able to read the robots power signature there was not a soul in the Omega Collective that could defeat his brother. Ivan had said the android was programmed to follow his every order so there should be no hesitation even with an order to attack such a powerful target.
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Post by Man on Nov 14, 2013 12:32:31 GMT -5
Ivan began to feel more and more nervous as the Lord approached them so casually. Thoughts raced throughout his head making him re-evaluate just how dire their situation was. He would form conclusions and ultimatums within the second, illustrating that Zex had somehow gotten word of their plans or for some reason or another simply did not like the way they smelled. His entire body was urging him to retreat and run for the bushes with their tails between their legs. The Doctor stood behind them for a reason, he wanted as much distance from Prometheus as possible, but any farther and it would create questions. The two glanced at each other, communicating dread through their eyes in a language known only by them. The contact was only brief as they gazed back at the large being imposing his presence upon them. Ivan had stopped breathing. This was it. Any moment now they would be blown off the face of Alpha Prime with nothing to be remembered by and their goals ended prematurely.
"Very impressive Ivan." Mindblown. Those words lifted the scientists into the air with utter joy and relief. Suddenly, Ivan could breath and the Doctor thought twice before soiling himself. "That is correct, my Lord," Ivan confirmed. Although he was definitely on the verge of losing his wits, Ivan expected their Lord to have the foresight to discern the intentions of the meeting. He had even hinted at it in his explanation and it was good that Prometheus noticed. How would you receive a well earned raise without asking your employer? As Lord Zex began to turn away, Ivan quickly elaborated, "You see, sire, we held back until now because we needed to make sure we knew what we were dealing with before presenting him to you. We know you are very busy and we would not want to waste your precious time. He isn't much now, but if you had seen him before, if you knew how much he has progressed in such a short time, you would see his potential just as I have. We have come to you today because that progress has reached a peak where it now deteriorates. I'm sure you know, as one becomes stronger their rate of growth begins to stagger. We need more resources and specialized equipment to accelerate his progress; that's where your support would be greatly appreciated. Help us, help you."
Ivan was starting to feel very confident now. He could almost fly with all the excited energy preceding him. However, all of it dropped to a screeching halt with that first command. "...dispose of my brother." Ivan and the Doctor exchanged concerned expressions. Their skin almost pale white as if they had just seen a ghost.
Glancing at his masters, Man responded promptly, "That is impossible, my Lord." That's it, Ivan thought, everything is over. The scientist was about to fabricate some way to save face, perhaps an emphasis on Model Zero's need for resources. But Man was not done speaking. "Wrath, strongest of Alpha Prime with a power-level of 978,382 standing at eight feet five inches. Mission propect will result in failure. Chances of success are short of zero. Should I proceed?" Man may follow orders, but he was not mindless, he made his own evaluations to gauge the outcome of an action. Lord Zex would probably recognize the value in such an ability, as it implied the android was capable of reducing risks and going with the optimum course of action in order to lead a successful mission. But Ivan didn't lie when he said the android followed his orders to the letter. Model Zero hadn't refused his task, he was simply informing his master that the task issued was beyond his current abilities and -as a result- would most likely end in failure. Be that as it may, Man's hand hovered over the hilt of his saber; given the word, he would pursue the Lord's brother -demonstrating yet another feat: Sacrifice. Ivan, on the other hand, was speechless.
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Post by Prometheus Zex on Nov 16, 2013 21:40:36 GMT -5
Waiting patiently Prometheus said nothing after issuing his order, watching the Doctor and Ivan glance at each other, worried expressions plastered on their faces. The reaction was understandable for he had just ordered the android to attack his brother, something the alien Lord knew full well was a death sentence. Not even Zex himself could defeat Wrath in a fight if it came to it, but the bond the two shared was far too deep for it to ever come to that. Expecting some sort of excuse from the Ivan or perhaps even the silent Doctor the alien was surprised when Model Zero was the one to speak up.
At first he was disappointed, thinking this advanced android was already refusing orders. What was the point of a machine built to follow commands when it failed at its main task? As the robot continues though Zex’s hopes for the creation start to rise again. His assessment of Wrath and the outcome of following such orders was spot on. No creature on Alpha Prime could hold a torch to the hulking black alien, especially this newly created android who’s own creators had mentioned he had plenty of room to grow. Yet, the last three words that came from the machine hinted that it was willing to carry out the order if that was truly what Prometheus wanted.
”I can understand your hesitation Model Zero for your assessment of my brother is correct. Still I would like you to proceed, dispose of my brother and prove what the Ivan says about you is true.”
Next to Prometheus his brother shifts a little, his mouth opening slightly in what appeared to be a grin. The expression wasn’t quite right on the creatures fang filled mouth, making him look more like he was preparing for a meal then sporting a cocking expression. Zex knew the android could do nothing against his brother; their power difference was just too great. Even so he wished to see if the machine was truly programmed to follow his orders. The Lord of Alpha Prime was very interested in Model Zero, but if in the future he needed the robot to sacrifice himself against some vastly powerful foe Prometheus wanted to be sure it would follow the order.
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Post by Man on Nov 18, 2013 15:30:40 GMT -5
The word was given. Lord Zex acknowledged Model Zero's assessment, which confirmed that he was not expected to win against Wrath. They weren't dumb, they knew exactly what they were asking for. In conclusion, this was not a test of ability, but a test of obedience. None-the-less, Man weighed his opponent down at every angle with his scrutinzing eyes. The numbers had already dictated the outcome of the battle, but it didn't mean he was just supposed to take it and accept it for what it is. Lord Zex would not want someone who gives up, he wants someone who will do his best to comply with his demands. If Man were to somehow lay a strand of hair on the behemoth Prometheus called brother, he would need to be extra deceptive.
Man takes a lower, cautious stance, and impulses himself from the sole of his foot. He lunges forward clutching the handle of his saber; a bright green sheet of plasma energy manifests with a buzzing noise ruminating throughout the closed room. Man dashes with a preemptive strike diagonally across from Wrath. If everything occurred uncontended, the fanged menace would find that the red silhouette of Model Zero would fade through him as was the android's Dashing Technique. All things equal, the android would be standing behind the hulking beast, executing an upward reverse grip thrust with full intent on slicing through the creature's thick hide. As a follow-up motion, Man would land over Wrath's shoulders with his pistol jacked and loaded; he would press it against the back of his head and pull the trigger all in a single frame per second. After shooting, Man would propel himself off the alien by using Wrath as a stepping stone and create distance between them.
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Post by Prometheus Zex on Nov 20, 2013 21:46:46 GMT -5
Stepping off to the side Prometheus nods is approval at Model Zero and the other two, watching as the android drops into a stance. The outcome of this was certain for Wrath was unbeatable, but still Zex wanted to see this. Beyond demonstrating his ability and willingness to follow orders the short scuffle was going to be a small showcase of what the machine was capable of combat wise. His hulking brother was probably not the best opponent to show off his skill against due to his overwhelming power, but it was at least a glimpse. Wrath himself doesn’t even shift his weight, his eyes watching the android assess him before making any sort of move. A cautious fighter…Zex preferred cautious fighters; they always thought things out more.
Admittedly Wrath was surprised as the machines body seems to phase right through him. Feeling no presence actually pass through him and not unfamiliar to such techniques he quickly realizes it was some movement enhancing ability even if he did not expect the android to be capable of such speed. From behind him he felt something slam into his thick skin, the powerful barrier he was able to produce stopping the blade from actually digging in as it appears to slide across his skin. Against a foe of equal strength the blow might have been crippling, but the gap was just too great in these two fighters.
While Model Zero was fast, Wrath was faster. Wheeling around in a flash the large black alien’s arm snaps up to grab onto the leaping androids leg, gripping it tightly, but not enough to severely damage. The gun still fired, but just as quickly as he had turned around the creature snaps his head to the side, the shot sizzling into the floor a short distance behind him. Still gripping Model Zero’s leg Wrath turns again simply throwing him back towards Ivan and the Doctor. Once he had released the androids leg he makes no move forward, his arms slowly crossing over his massive chest once more.
”Impressive. Not many I know would actually go after my brother, order or not. It is also nice see you have armed the android. That blade of his, does he form that with his own Ki?” The “fight” was over that quickly, Prometheus having seen what he wanted from the robot. The fact he was now asking questions meant he was interested, already planning how he was going use this Model Zero in his future plans.
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Post by Man on Nov 21, 2013 17:04:15 GMT -5
Man grimaced as Wrath grasped him by the legs during his moment of flight. He was so swift and slick, it was obvious that he would have ended up the way he did no matter what he had attempted. He had fired his pistol, yet Wrath simply tilted his head to the side. He was completely unaffected by the Saber's hew, his skin remained unscratched. But Man was not surprised, he could only wait to become mutilated by the revering beast. Ivan was starting to bite his nails while the Doctor began to stip the scale stems from his reptilian skin. However, Man was flicked aside like a ragdoll instead. The android used the laws of physics to shift the orientation of his body back to a desirable position. The aerial maneuvers allowed for him to land firmly on his feet with minimal backlash effect. If he were pure skin and bone, his touch down back to solid ground would have been as smooth as a feather. But because he was an android, his metallic body parts created a rigid, dull clangor.
Immediately after, the android was already on the verge of following through with another assault. His fingers stopped half-way at the trigger when Lord Zex began to comment on his performance. He had seen what he desired and so the onslaught was over. Man lowered his gun to the side, but kept his weapons on stand by in case there was another test in the horizon. Prometheus brought attention to the glistening blade of ki expiring through the handle in his hands -a question nobody had bothered asking, and one Ivan would have preferred to remain unnoticed. The scientist was clearly showing reluctance towards the simple inquiry; for it could drastically change the Lord's opinion of the machine. Unfortunately, Man could not yet manipulate ki. There was so much they had yet to learn about the androids; the fact that they could not sense any sign of energy brought into consideration the idea that Model Zero -an inorganic being, could never harness the power of a mortal.
Ivan sighed, "regrettably my Lord, Model Zero has yet to master the art of ki control. The hilt is a device created by our facilities, which generates ki for him." It was the same for the pistol and the even the roboticized boots equipped on the Man's feet, but Ivan intended to be as vague as possible. Every super hero had a fatal flaw, Man's undoing was his inability to comprehend the flow of energy and control it to meet his own desires -except, he had no desires, his only purpose was to follow orders. Perhaps he could never procure such a power even if he understood it, because he is not a living organic being like the rest present in the room.
"On the other hand, my Lord," Ivan started, trying to change the subject and emphasize on the good features of the android. "Model Zero, as I have already stated, never tires because he does not need to produce his own energy. His energy does not deplete, it is constant and everlasting. With technology we can do anything and blurr the limits which had once been thought to be set in stone. He has already demonstrated his loyalty and full willingness to follow orders despite the circumstances. With some extra help, he will thrive as we continue to build on him the feats of an unstoppable warrior."
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Post by Prometheus Zex on Nov 23, 2013 0:41:37 GMT -5
Well that was a bit disappointing, a small frown crossing the alien Lord's lips as Ivan begins to explain the true nature of Model Zero's blade. As it turned out the androids gun and quick movement was also the result of technology, not Ki. While it was a small let down the information was not a complete turn off. The quick execution of his attacks and the fluidity to his overall movement proved the technology was efficient, at least for now. Alpha Prime had been built with technology and raw materials so that was a testament to Zex's fondness of science. Now, if such fondness was to carry over to Model Zero that was yet to be seen. As Ivan continues to explain the advantages the android had over organic beings and again state his potential a question came to mind.
"You keep saying that he has the potential to become increasingly powerful, but that does make me curious. As I cannot read a power signature off of him I am curious what his power level is or does he even have one like Ki using creatures? If he does might I ask what it was at his creation, what sort of increase has he seen over his life thus far?" Prometheus was not sure how long ago the android had been activated since he had just been introduced moments before. Depending on how long the robot had been "alive" and how much his power had grown the alien lord might yet see this potential for unlimited growth.
Wrath for his part offers a small shrug before returning to his chair in the corner of the room. Almost always silent around those that were not his brother the large alien says nothing of the small test Model Zero had just been put through. His honest reaction was a slightly impressed one. The android was not the future defender of the universe, but for something that had just been created and from scrap if what Ivan said as true, he had shown promise. A fighter that was programmed to follow orders was the perfect agent for his brother, sometimes unsavory things needed to be done.
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Post by Man on Nov 23, 2013 12:51:42 GMT -5
Ivan grinned. He knew this question was coming. Everything in the world had a power-level, he discovered Man's long ago in the lab when he was salvaged from the space dust and reconstructed. The scientist walked forward, feeling confident, and pat Man on the shoulder; whom was still balling Wrath with his restless eyes even as the Lord's brother shrugged and turned away. Man ceased attacking only because logic implied the demonstration was over. But Prometheus hadn't verbally dismissed the order. He was like a dog of the military with its ears high and its tail straight. Man had a one-track mind whenever an order was issued, it was comic relief to Ivan. He enjoyed witnessing how simple Zero was at times despite appearing so sophisticated. "When we first activated Model Zero about a month ago," the scientist started, "our computers read a mere power-level of 1,850."
He released Zero's shoulder and walked away with his hands locked behind his waist. Man could hear his master's footsteps displacing towards the right. "During that time, we have sent Zero to embark on various missions, maintained and enhanced his equipment, and tested him from various angles. His missions were simple ones, mostly errand or scouting missions; occasionally he would get into battles, but not enough to warm him up. We've only recently attained a gravity chamber to help accelerate his progress. Regardless..." the footsteps stop as Ivan pauses. The scientist turns to face Lord Zex and smirks. "Model Zero has experienced a surplus of 73.21%, now standing before you with an astounding 6,906."
The Doctor chuckled in the back, he had been with his head down the whole time and his clawed hands behind his waist just as Ivan had. They were sure to have clinched the Lord now. He was so proud of their successes, he just couldn't wipe that nervous grin off his face. Most fighters would have to train for years in order to obtain such a generous growth. If they were to do the math, Model Zero could very well become as strong as Lord Zex himself in only nine months -and that's if they didn't receive the Lord's support. Zero would eventually become an icon to their people; an example of the depths to which technology could go and where it has led them. Alpha Prime was a colony built on an asteroid from the ground up using technology. Model Zero's presence was symbolic, and Prometheus, no doubt, understood this more than any other being. He couldn't help it though, as much as he tried not to, he looked up; hoping to observe Prometheus's bewildered expression, it might be the only chance they would have to know what his face would look like.
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Post by Prometheus Zex on Nov 25, 2013 16:23:43 GMT -5
Ivan's claim of the android having great potential seemed to be not just a claim, by an analysis based on the remarkable progess Model Zero had made thus far. According to the man, the robots base power had risen more than five thousand in one short month. On top of that it seemed this had been achieved through minimal training, most of the missions said to be scouting or other relatively low risk tasks. Zex had to admit he wondered what growth the android might see should he actually start to work "in the field," especially if he were to be more frequently involved in combat.
The excitement and pride with which Ivan spoke was further evidence of his confidence in their creation's potential. Such pride brought to mind the question of how easily the two would let go of the robot now that it would be turned over to Prometheus. Glancing at the Doctor as he lifts his head for the first time Zex awards him a small nod of approval, the alien lord's face clear of any real expression. He was pleased and very interested in this creation, but having been alive for 500 years he had long ago learned to control his emotions.
"Well I do hope he contiues to show the same growth while under my service, a capable warrior is never something one can have too few of. As for additional funding, I believe that is something I can help you with, but in exchange Model Zero will be required to respond to my call whenever I need him, no hesitation, is that understood? He may of course return with you to the lab and continue to carry out other tasks, but should I request him my needs shall be priority."
Prometheus felt he was being more than reasonable. As it stood his brother possessed the power to simply dispose of Ivan and the doctor, while taking Model Zero for himself. Above all else though Zex was a business man and it was bad business to just take what you wanted. Why not let them upgrade and improve the android while he just used it when needed? Besides he didn't really have the immediate time to watch directly over future improvements, Ivan and the Doctor had proven their competence with what they had accomplished so far. The only thing left was for them to agree, it was the offer they had been waiting for wasn't it?
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Post by Man on Nov 26, 2013 11:05:51 GMT -5
"My Lord, your words ail me," Ivan said pressing his hand against his chest dramatically. The scientist grabbed the cloth of his coat as if his heart were in pain. His movements were exagerrated on purpose; having received the Lord's acceptance, he felt some light comedy would lighten the mood. "Model Zero has always been your right from the very beginning. I assure you that he will be at your disposal from the moment you give the word. However, we are infinitely grateful for your generosity in allowing our team to continue the development of this android. We, like yourself, look forward to witnessing his prodigious growth, and your funding will help us reach that goal unbarred." Ivan and the Doctor bow before Lord Zex and his brother Wrath giving their best regards before making their way towards the door.
"Thank you for your time, my Lord. We will now return to our facilities. Model Zero has a lot of training to do." If they were not stopped, Man would follow the scientists silently back towards the exit. They would have expected Prometheus to ask for some time alone with the android just as King Arctic had, but the Lord clearly dismissed them. Ivan was thrilled to have had everything go according to plans. He wondered how King Arctic would react towards having Model Zero 'prioritize' Lord Zex, but he must have certainly expected something of the likes. If Model Zero were to gain their trust and become embedded into their most confidential plans, then he would have to do everything he was told as he was told, when he was told.
The doors closed behind Model Zero, offering Zex but a final glimpse of the back of his head and the golden yellow hair that streamed down more than half of his body.
"... And that concludes my report on the matter, King Arctic." Ivan and The Doctor bowed before their king. Man found himself standing in the same spot as before with that same wandering expression. The scientists had debriefed King Arctic on the fruits of their meeting with Lord Zex. They were accepted into the mansion without any delays and escorted by one of the servants towards Prometheus's office; a vast room which rivaled even their own research facilities. Prometheus had been with his brother, as always, delving in what appeared to be important research. After a short presentation, Lord Zex decided to briefly witness the 'potential' Ivan spoke so fondly of. The result was positive. Although Model Zero had some definite flaws in his design, they were nothing which couldn't be masked or reinforced through technology. In the meeting, Zero had demonstrated his analytically capabilities, his understanding of the situation, and his unconditional willingness to follow orders despite the nature of its circumstances. Lord Zex had agreed to fund their facilities in an effort to further their studies and help Model Zero realize his true potential. The only catch was that Model Zero would have to respond to Prometheus as soon as he had requested for the android, but that was expected. As of yet, they had no intel about Zex's hidden motives or anything noteworthy, but as the android continues to gain the Lord's trust and praise, it was only a matter of time before he was spearheading most of his expeditions.
The scientists would remain for as long as King Arctic would have them, but if he had no further demands or comments to make on the matter -or any other matter, then they would best be off on their way and commence Model Zero's rigorous training schedule.
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Post by Arctic on Dec 5, 2013 21:32:22 GMT -5
Having listened patiently Arctic ponders what it all means. It was no surprise that Prometheus Zex had requested something in exchange for the funding he would provide, the Lord of Alpha Prime always dealing. Arctic himself was fine with that outcome, he had no immediate use for the android beyond what information he could provide on Zex. Tapping his chin he looks to Model Zero, looking him up and down for a moment. Ivan had given the whole report and not once had Zero commented on the experience in Zex's mansion. Well aware that Model Zero was programed to take orders and fulfill them to the best of his ability he wondered if that might reveal more.
"Tell me Model Zero, what is your assessment of Prometheus and his brother Wrath? What do you think of them?" He wondered if the android did think or did he just process? Either way Model Zero would give his honest opinion without reason to hold back. On top of that it mattered what the android felt about his new "employer" for he needed to blend in when working for the alien. Arctic wanted this to work out, if all went well he might ultimately be able to use the inside information to secretly work against Zex. Only time would tell.
(Sorry this took so long, projects and finals have kept me quite busy. Should be posting faster now)
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Post by Man on Dec 6, 2013 12:07:44 GMT -5
The scientists turned their attention to Zero as the King brought about his presence. The android was so quiet and still that they would forget he was ever there. Ivan frowned slightly, he never bothered asking Model Zero about his 'thoughts' because androids could not have thoughts of their own -or so, that is what he wanted Zero to believe. He feared that asking the android would build his self-awareness and trigger a memory within his mind; that memory would interfere with his compliant nature, though it just meant he would have to spend a night fixing it.
Man raised his head upon being addressed by the King to find everyone glancing at him from afar. He promptly responded in a monotone voice, "Lord Prometheus Zex. Ruler of Alpha Prime. Power level: 50,000. He lives in a manor within Monarch Heights, where he is currently forming an unknown organization centered around a man named "Mr. Watson." Wrath. Power-level: 978, 382. Strongest entity within Alpha Prime. He is always observing quietly from afar and only makes his presence known when Prometheus calls upon it. I had the chance to face him briefly upon the Lord's request as a demonstration of my skills," Man paused and lowered his head as if recalling his previous encounter, and then glanced back at King Arctic and compiled the memory into a few words: "He's faster than his body implies." That was the 'assessment' Arctic asked for, he then proceeded to the opinion.
"I believe that Wrath's unfaltering presence, being so strong, is due to Zex's limited power. Although the Lord is stronger than many individuals, he lacks the ability to transform and therefore relies on his brother to keep him safe while he delegates and rules Alpha Prime," of course, this was just a hypothesis. Man had no way of knowing whether or not Zex could transform, but it seemed like a reasonable conclusion based on the recent events. And even if Zex could transform, he would not be any stronger than Wrath as he had admitted it himself.
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