The two's descent would be slow as Sabi and Creme would arrive at the manor. The large Saiyan male would draw attention from the two women behind the girls infront of the door, his presence shook the trees as he squinted. The woman was oddly familiar, though as they slowly turned around, Sabi would just touch down. The girls would shakily get into battle positions as Sabi's scouter saw the mark was right before him. The great being of power would step once and make the girls back up while Aikon and Pumkin both turned. They would look frightfully at him as Sabi turned to Creme. "This is. . .The place with my new host." He'd say while pulling from his rags a small beacon and tossed it behind him. "They will be here to equip her." He'd mutter while Aikon and Pumkin would hold their hands forward and combine a large Ki blast together. They were complimented by the girls beside them adding their energy to it. The girls shouted as the blast flew towards the two and Sabi's eyes flashed gold once more as he turned and kicked swiftly. The blast flies up into the sky, making a sun like flow as it parted the dreary clouds above and made the sun shine down before making a large rupture in the atmosphere. The Saiyan women shaking as Sabi slowly lowered his foot and looked to them. "Only a moment is needed." He'd say while pulling his hand back and swiping the air as the ground parted and a wave of air destroyed the front entrance of the manor and knocked the four women into separate areas. Aikon hitting her back on the lobby's wall as she slid down to the side of Shrubs, and Pumkin would cross the kitchen. Sabi stepped forward as the servants who stood cowered. Sabi walked rather slowly past the large ravine he made and jumped to the other side to look at the scouter once more, transversing the steps.
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xxxxxxCreme followed suit, a mixture of awe and fear tumbling within her very soul. Sabi, at first glance, was a very passive fellow, which was also indicated by his lower-than-average power level. "Ah, so he was suppressing it..." Creme furrowed her gaze at the very brief battle, and winced at the after-effects of Sabi's raw power. Once he had finished, Creme would compliment her partner with a hearty grin, "Okay, now I really want to spar with you one day, aha." Part of her felt bad for what happened to those girls, as she had no idea why they were there. For all she knew, they could have been intruders, but weren't they intruders as well? Creme tagged-along with Sabi, looking around the expensive manor, and the even more expensive damages of the previous battle. "Wow, she got a nice set-up..."
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Meanwhile, Shrubs would begin to tend to the injured, starting with the young lady who had fallen next to him. "Oh dear, miss! A-are you okay?!" Everything happened so quickly, that Shrubs hadn't the time to launch the manor's defensive mechanisms. It appeared that once again, the doctor was under attack! "Are you awake?!"
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Burberry had been knocked off balance, her Interface falling to the ground with her as a massive eruption had shaken the ground. "... Darn it... Not again." Burberry's eyes darted towards the entrance as she heard footsteps going down the staircase to her laboratory. Burberry would be damned if her attackers would mess up her laboratory, so she did what any sensible damsel in distress would do: just hand in the towel. Grabbing one of her laser guns, Burberry would make her way to the entrance, slamming the 'open' button. Burberry would step out of her laboratory, one hand up and another pointing her laser pistol to her temple. With her eyes closed, she would calmly state, "I'm not going to be kidnapped this time... You're going to have to drag my dead body out of here..." Her brows would furrow in anger, but her resolve was steadfast, as if she were actually serious about taking her own life rather than being another victim.
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The large Saiyan looked to the approaching signature that would be the woman he was awaiting. The girls all clean cold, not showing signs of waking though it seemed they were holding onto their lives with the display the young man gave.He would see Bur walk to the doors of a secret door with a weapon to her head while Sabi's eyes squinted and a motion of his finger would blast the weapon into pieces, along with the door behind it. He put a bit too much behind that one. Though after the attack his feet carried him forward slightly. "Lady Burberry." His voice carried while beckoning Creme to his side. "I was told to say. 'It's. . .Good to meet you'."He'd say while the young man scratched his chin and looked around at the mess he made. "I believe I did a bit too much." His voice carried while he pulled from his ragged pocket a small device. The disk like item would be tossed to the floor as a familiar face reared it's head. The small Frost Demon sat within a throne pod while his tail hung off to the side.
"If you are hearing this Burberry, then my little messenger has reached you fine." The voice carried as his finger hooked infront of his lips. "Which is perfect, from all the time I've been trying to find my Leading Scientist. It has been far too long. I've had quite a bit of trouble keeping these tools and imbeciles under wraps while you were away from your lab. And if you're done with your small detour, I'd like you to begin what you started once more." Fridge laughed with such confidence while a bit of a map was shown in the corner of the hologram, making the Saiyan lean down to try and understand. "I have brought with this Weapon, your former research facility and tools to continue your projects under the Fridge Force, to help conquer the Universe!MWahaha! I know this is an offer you can not refuse. For I know there is no better use for your abilities than under a ruler who knows there are no boundaries for your genius." Sabi would stand up straight once more as the Hologram snapped. "This is the Saiyan known as Sabi. The most powerful fighter at my disposal,and along with him. Your dear C-137. To do with as you see fit. They would rightfully die for you and gladly kill for you. As I assume they might have already. As a beginning to the lovely reunion we are having. I would like you to take this planet and serve me it on a silver platter. It won't be a problem for you with these resources." The Hologram then turns. "Sabi, do not fail me or her. Or your favor, will be lost once more. . .And C-137." He'd turn a bit more. "Behave yourself. . .Or this will be the least of your worries." The voice imitating a sternness that was more natural to the being than his chipper tone up until this point. "Though with this, my men thought, what if you do not comply. To my orders, Burberry. Well, I don't need to worry about that. Am I correct?" He'd say while his eyes squinted menacingly. "I'm expecting that planet's capture within the week, I'll send a call then to check on it, and give you your next coordinates. Hail Fridge."
The Hologram disappeared as Sabi looked to the disc and blinked slowly. Though his eyes would slowly trail to Bur as the ship would whirl above, dropping a rather large crate through the roof and stairwell, onto the ground level, opening to reveal a small tube containing clothing, and a large computer with the Fridge force logo upon it. "Will you return, Lady Burberry."
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xxxxxxBurberry's eyes opened, as the device blasted. The doctor shook her hand in pain, and as the ringing in her right ear began to fade away, her eyes would meet the familiarly-empty gaze of no other than, "... C-137." The woman could not believe her eyes, "What on earth...?" Burberry would watch as the unnamed man replayed a message from her previous employer, who did not appear phased by The Doctor's absence. For some reason, she had expected him to be more indignant, did he hold that much respect for her? The woman's eyes remained fixed on the holographic glare of the tyrant Frost Demon, her mouth slightly ajar in utter shock. As Fridged closed his message, Burberry would quietly follow with a hushed, "Hail Fridge..." The woman would stand in silence a few minutes after the transmission had ended, her mind buzzing. "I thought I left that behind... I thought that there would be no growth for scientific innovation... Was I not irrelevant? I..." She then remembered the question she had asked earlier: "Wait, I was... Why did I leave? He... He remembered? Right... I was..." With a sigh, The Doctor would hold her hair up, pulling out a hair tie from her pocket before tying her hair into a messy bun. Without a word, she would walk to her laboratory, stepping over the broken door. "It will be a moment..." After a few minutes of indistinct shuffling of fabric, Burberry would return in an attire that would be familiar to Creme. She would toss her old pair of glasses onto the ground, crushing them underneath her heel. She would look at Sabi, an empty stare penetrating through her circular lenses. "Please call me by my title..." She would pull her glove down her hand, snapping it in place. As she spoke, she would turn towards her laboratory, hands behind her back.
"...It is DOCTOR Burberry... Come... There is work to be done..."
All the while, Creme could feel her heart sink to the very pits of her stomach. It was as if The Doctor had been waiting for a day like this to happen, she was too ready for it. "... She really didn't change... I feared as much..." She followed suit, remembering what Fridge had told her not-too-long ago. "I... I hate this..."
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The Saiyan watched as she left to change, and his eyes would clouse. A new master, a new mission. It was going to be a new way of life. His mouth formed a frown while looking up towards the sky. He'd sense it in his soul. Something powerful just left the planet. Like another set of beings leaving for something as the light in the sky died out. His body would roll his shoulders while walking upto the Doctor and handing her a small vial. The large Saiyan's hand then retracted to his side while turning around. The large man picking up the fallen girls and tossing them in different directions, randomly, shooting them across the world. They would be like comets across earth while he stood strong and turned his head slightly towards the humans while the other members of the Fridge force dropped down. "Doctor. What is your first act?" He'd ask her while turning his head to the the smaller Tuffle and crossing his arms, feeling his rags ruffle in the wind while he his mouth formed a frown. This would be a simple conquest if the people within this place were anything to base the rest of the planet on.
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xxxxxxBurberry picked up her Galactic Interface from the ground, gesturing Sabi and Creme to the blinking orbs on the device's screen, "This is." She tossed the Interface to Creme, who caught it so that she could give the screen a closer look. "There are these small circular orbs called Namekian Wish Orbs," the Tuffle continued, picking up one of these orbs and examining it against the light. "According to the Interface, there are six more of these orbs secured in my home, may you bring them to me?" She tossed the orb to Sabi, "The other orbs look like this, presumably. Follow the tracker and bring them to me, the other orbs appear to be in the second floor." She studied the vial in her hand, curious as to what she was given. "Before you go, what is this, Mr. Sabi?"
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Orders were recieved as he stood and scratched his head trying to wrap his head around what she was speaking on. Wish orbs? Those sounded about as mythical as the tales of Fridge failing. His brow cocked, though he was obligated to comply. "Yes, Doctor." He'd say while stepping towards the broken stairs and allowing the others to step out of his path. Though before he went up the stairs, his head would turn at the question and his shoulders rose. "I was only told that you can harness it's power." He'd retort before walking up the stairs to the second floor, where he looked around and let his hand trail along the wall. The material was warm. His eyes darted around seeing that there were few pictures of the Doctor on the walls. The windows, though broken, could be opened. There were rooms with beds, and his curiosity peaked when he got to the room before the master bedroom. He inhaled deeply before sniffing the air a bit and closing his eyes. "It smells like. . .That man." He'd mutter while looking inside and remembering Nion. The smell of another Saiyan lingered in the area, though he didn't dwell on it as another scent, fainter, caught his nose near the window. Like Fridge himself had been in the locale recently as well. Though he didn't have time to think on the odors before he turned and entered a room that had the orbs waiting for him atop of a bed. The large Saiyan leaned down and cupped one as his eyes widened. He'd stand for a few moments before he fell to his knees and laid his face on the sheets. His mouth opened in awe. The texture and softness of the blankets were proplexing to him.
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xxxxxxCreme added to what Sabi had said, "Lord Fridge calls it 'Ooze,' it's a strength enhancer, but he's afraid that the serum is unstable, and he wants you to stabilize it." She ended with a brief glare, which Burberry gladly returned. As Creme and Sabi departed to look for the orbs, Burberry would resume her work. "I wonder what you could wish for with those orbs, hm..." As the duo looked around for the orbs, Sabi would mutter something that caught Creme's curiosity. "What man?" She looked around, prepared to fight anymore intruders. However, after a brief look-around, Creme concluded that there was nothing to fight in the first place. She would have to ask Sabi about that later. A few minutes would pass before Sabi and Creme stumbled upon the requested Namekian Wish Orbs, the Galactic Interface beeping in alert. As she turned off the alarm, Creme would tiredly proclaim, "Cool, we found it, let's dip." She looked up from the Interface's screen, only to see Sabi embrace the bed like a long-lost lover. "You tired? Maybe once we're done, The Doctor will let us rest... Hopefully, c'mon, big guy."
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Meanwhile, Burberry was busy rummaging through old field notes from her time with Fridge. She had luckily stumbled upon her old notebook, where she penned prospective experimentation. After some thumbing around, Burberry stopped at her last journal entry: The Fundamentals of C------. She flipped through the surplus of notes she wrote about this particular project, her index finger stopping at the last page. "Yes, this will do just fine..."
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Sabi's head would rest for a while longer while his mouth muttered to the sheets. His eyes close as he rises up reluctantly and holds an arm full of the orbs. He was careful to make sure not to harm them, not knowing how fragile the items were. As the two exitted the area, his eyes trailed to the few of the forces rummaging through the house, taking forks and examining the other servants. Sabi's interests were peaked, but unlike them, he did not have the luxary to do things such as. The large Saiyan placed the orbs onto the table and looked to Burberry. "How do these orbs work?" He'd question whiles his hand scratched the itchy fabric he wore around his torso.
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xxxxxxBurberry looked up from her book, staring down aimlessly at the golden orbs. "I'm not sure, but I suppose I'll just experiment..." She arranged the balls in numerical order according to the number of stars on each ball. She cleared her throat before mumbling, "Okay, so... I want to make a wish. Anyone available?" She'd wait out for a few seconds to see if anything were to happen... Inside her house.
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xxxxxxThe doctor waited in silence, her expression would slowly turn sour with each passing minute. By the third minute, the doctor had begrudgingly gave up. "How disappointing," she mumbled. "I allowed myself to get caught-up in such childish fancies, shameful." She picked up the five-starred ball, examining it for any damages that would hinder its power. Six more balls later, and the doctor could find no visible malfunctions to justify their stagnation. "Although I see them as glorified paper weights, the fact that these are supposedly items of legend makes them significant in their own, meager, way." She gathered a bag to drop the balls in. "I'm sure that Fridge will have more use of them than I would, I can find my own means of resurrection," she added. She strapped the bag to her shoulder, and gathered her belongings: her notes, the Ooze, and a bottle of sanitizer. "C-137, where is my laboratory located?" The bio-android replied with a nod towards the ceiling, indicating that everything would be on the roof. Followed by a sigh, the doctor replied, "Of course it is, when was the last time I performed a lobotomy?" Before leaving, the doctor would look back to Sabi and Creme. "Mr. Sabi, help yourself to the beds upstairs, with the exception of the bed in the center room. C-137, simply don't be a nuisance. I am off." The doctor made her way to the roof of her mansion, which was progressively dismantling under the weight of her spaceship. "Although I am flattered you returned my spaceship to me, I fail to see the logic behind your landing," she said to one of the Force's soldiers. The soldier saluted in respect, his fingers twitching in fear, "Forgive me, Doctor, I-" the doctor interrupted. "Just park my ship down there, and don't come back." The soldier shuffled to his feet, remembering the last time a comrade had incurred the doctor's anger: he found himself without the ability to feel or move his arms. What the doctor lacked in strength, she had in surgical precision and influence. All she needed to ruin a man's life was a brute to pin him down, and enough sedative to keep him submissive. After being escorted down by the soldier from before, and again prompting him to leave, Burberry would begin her work in silence, starting with the formulation of her agenda:
To do list: 1) Stabilizing Ooze 2) Mass-producing Ooze 3) "The Army" 4) Refinements to C-137
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xxxxxxINTELLIGENCE TRAINING
The doctor organized her work station before commencing her research. She was being meticulous as always, which showed in the quality of her work space. "Ooze, but the consistency isn't even thick enough to be classified as an 'ooze,'" she mumbled while swirling the vial in her hand. "Let's see what makes this Ooze so unstable." She slipped on a protective mask before opening the vial, wary of any fumes that could emit from this strange substance. She carefully swiped a swab of the Ooze in-between two glass plates, and placed set plates under her microscope. Bur was astonished by the results: the Ooze's cells began to divide and multiply at a rate that was both awesome-yet-concerning.
"Interesting that no physical signs have yet to manifest on the substance while exposed to air..." She would first like to discover the effects of Ooze on a living being, and found the perfect subject to test this peculiar substance on: Specimen M. After luring the rodent with another blueberry, the doctor would prep her syringe. "Okay, let's see the true effects of this Ooze." She took the mouse into one hand while the other injected the substance into the mouse's back. She placed the rodent in its cage, and took off her gloves so that she may write down her observations. To the naked eye, the rodent was no different from any other mouse, albeit, with an artificial heart.
However, thing began to take an unprecedented turn when the mouse sought to escape from its cage. Initially, the rodent would claw at the metal bars of the cage, similar to before. "Specimen M is attempting to escape the aluminum cage, using the same methods as befor-" Bur looked up from her notepad at the sound of snapping. Her eyes grew wide at what she was witnessing: the rodent had not only escaped the cage, but left the bars in utter disrepair. "That can't be," she mumbled in disbelief. The Ooze was unstable, the cellular break-down strengthened that fact. Yet, the mouse was not only still alive, but it had displayed a feat it would have done otherwise. "I need to examine the surveillance tape...!"
The doctor rushed to her computer, replaying a the surveillance footage from a minute ago. Lo and behold, the mouse had actually snapped through the bars with its incisors, its jaws clamping down on the bars with ease. "I must conduct another experiment to be sure." She shuffled around for any metal she could find. After successfully finding metals of various densities: iron, steel, and titanium, she would take these materials to the rodent. Each metal bar she would give the the rodent, would either be bitten into shreds, or bent into nearly-perfect circles.
Bur needed to do more experimentation, she wanted to test this mouse's limits. Burberry placed a spare notepad, a composition book, onto the rodent's back, which had no effect on the rodent's movement. She put on another, and then another. By the fifth one, Burberry was convinced that Specimen M could hold far more. This time, she used an old text book from her university years, placing it upon the mouse's back. If it was heavy enough to tire the Tuffle out, then surely this book would overwhelm a mouse: but it didn't. As a matter of fact, the rodent even managed to run around with the book while still on its back.
Burberry had one more test, one that would be shunned by the scientific community for "animal cruelty." However, she had to verify that this rodent's strength had exponentially enhanced. She picked up the mouse, and placed it on the floor. Without a warning or an ounce of hesitation, Burberry would stomp down on the mouse. A dark grin would grow on the woman's face as she felt the damning force of the mouse pushing against her foot. The soldiers manning the area watched on with a mixture of awe, relief, and fear. The awe was from what they were witnessing, the relief was from the fact that they weren't being experimented on this time, and the fear came from the doctor's unsettling grin at stepping on an animal.
"I fail to see the negative effects of this Ooze, what is suppose to happen?" Burberry shrugged, picking up the vial and disposing of the syringe. No doubt she was going to be making more of this Ooze, as this could be one of the most revolutionary substances in the world, no, the universe. Her dreams had been shattered at the sound of violent squeaking however, and the doctor's grin had quickly vanished. Her and the other soldiers turned around. The soldiers would gaze on in horror and the doctor would stare in annoyance as blood began to foam from the mouse's orifices. It clawed on its stomach, looking at the doctor as if it were begging for help. "Kill it..." Yet, none of the soldiers had the guts to do so. One of them reluctantly raised his gun to it, but nothing.
"Kill it... Now." Still nothing. The rodent would drag its heavy body through the floor with what little strength it had left, which was a lot. The doctor's jaw and fists clenched in anger. "I suppose if you need something to be done..." She stomped on the mouse, this time, all the way through. "... You must do it yourself." She stood in silence, her eyes glazed over in sheer emptiness. The guards looked on at their superior, some pretending the incident never happened. The silence would linger a little while after before the doctor broke the quiet with a rather disturbed...
The doctor's crazed laughter would drag on for an entire five minutes before abruptly stopping, slipping her foot from out of her heel. "You have conquered empires and slaughtered innocents in cold blood, yet you don't have the guts, and COURAGE to kill a pathetic rodent? She turned to one of the soldiers, another chuckle slipping from her lips. "Aha... Y-you are all so f*cking useless..." She stared down on one soldier, who was stiffened in fear. "Go clean up this mess and wash my shoes, I have work to do..." She slipped off her other heel, kicking it towards the soldier, who caught it on time. She examined the Ooze once more, far more intrigued by this vial of death than she was before. "There may be some use for you all after all..."
She turned towards the army of men before her, a grin flashing on her face. It was out of the ordinary for the doctor to be so emotionally-driven, it was frightening, unsettling. "Starting today, you have all been demoted to laboratory rats." She placed a hand on her chest and tilted her head, as if she had said something pleasant. One of the soldiers had protested, "Just because you're good with the boss doesn't mean you ca-" He was quickly interrupted by the doctor. "You may take all of your grievances to Sabi... In fact, I implore you to..." Her eye twitched, "I am in need of dead specimens..." The soldier grew quiet, his expression darkening in fear. "Now my little rats, it's time to run a few tests..."
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xxxxxx[INTELLIGENCE TRAINING] 1. The doctor ordered each soldier to form a line in order of height. The line started towards the door, from the shortest to the tallest warrior. Starting from the beginning of the line, the doctor took down each soldier's vitals. Should a man forget their blood type or weight, they would know on the spot. With her, the doctor carried a notepad and pen. A random soldier was omitted from the experimentation, but was forced to act as her assistant.
2. The soldier accompanied the doctor with a cart of medical supplies, which would be used to check for accurate vitals. The poor sod dared not ask why vitals were necessary, he preferred to not give the doctor something else to laugh about. He assumed that the experiments solely consisted of comparing vital signs. Unfortunately, the crazed, empty stare in the doctor's eyes proved otherwise. The doctor's statement further proved her new assistant wrong. "You will all be given a number in accordance to your vitals, the lower your number, the healthier you are... And the more use you will be to me."
3. These five minutes would be the most traumatizing window of time in these unfortunate souls' lives. They were powerless against the doctor's wit and connections. It was no secret and the doctor was one of Fridge's most valuable assets to his universal domination. There was a reason why the inter-galactic overload entrusted his prized Saiyan to her. Never had these soldiers expected to be treated like filth by a lone Tuffle woman. A woman who could barely defend herself, had these skilled warriors' lives in the palm of her tiny hands.
4. She handed the first number to a taller Saiyan gentleman, who the others affectionately called "Spikey." The usually competitive man, for the first time in his life, resented being the first. The second one was a younger unspecified human by the name of "Clay," who approached the doctor near-tears. Noticing Clay's deteriorating psyche, the doctor ordered him to remain where he stood, and wait until he cried. He eventually did, much to the doctor's joy.
5. Third was a female, whose name failed to register into the doctor's memory. Her name was unnecessarily complicated, which gave the doctor grounds to rename the soldier. The doctor called this woman "Rat," and ordered her back into the line. Had Rat not been afraid of Sabi's intervention, she would have snapped the doctor's glasses, and then her neck. She begrudgingly went back in line, at least lucky that she wasn't Spikey. The doctor distributed the letters, with each soldier growing more relief by the minute.
6. Their comfort had immediately been discomforted by the doctor's ending comment. "I lied, I wished to test your psyche under pressure." The soldiers were puzzled, what did the doctor lie about? "You see, I will actually be starting from the highest number, to the lowest." Those who were initially chosen first, breathed a deep sigh of relief. However, soldiers with the highest numbers tensed up in deep-rooted anxiety.
7. "That was my first experiment, I must see if you are all capable enough both physically and mentally to withstand intense stimulation both internally and externally." Her expression loosened, and a dainty grin played on her lips. "I quite enjoyed the look of fear etched on the faces of the Force's strongest warriors, the one who cried was especially entertaining." Clay shrunk where he stood, his gaze glued to the floor in humiliation. "That is the thing about your kind," she said with a distinct hiss in her voice. "You are all so adamant about improving your physicality, yet you fail to tend to your mentality."
8. She placed two fingers to her temple, as if she were pointing a gun to her head. "Muscle tissue can become underdeveloped with a lack of physically-intensive activities." She paced through each soldier, pinning numbered badges to their armor. "They become bags of disgusting, yellow, fat." She stopped in front of Rat, placing her hands on her cheek and drawing her face close to hers. "But memories, knowledge, mental clarity... They lasts for a lifetime."
9. She released her hands from the woman, and removed her eyes from her gaze. "Of course, you lot wouldn't understand, you are all too stupid to recognize the true power behind cognition." She looked at the vial of Ooze that was left on her work desk, and sighed. "Alas, there would be no way for you sorry lot to really get it, you don't possess my divine cognition." She sounded nearly saddened by this realization. "I don't know how you could all live with your stupidity, I'd kill myself if I were you."
10. The discouraged look of these strong and imposing soldiers was like a high for the doctor. While she had never experienced one, could this be the same as getting your first kiss? Is this like the high of robbing a bank, bungee-jumping off a cliff? Their despondent and discouraged faces fed the childish whims of the doctor. She wished to milk this opportunity dry. Would it be a crime if she lavished in this dominance that she had yearned for since she left the Force?
11. The doctor wished to test her soldier's psychological limitations. She wanted to see them at their most vulnerable, their most pitiful. She had recalled doing this long ago with C-136, who succumbed to the mental abuse and completely submitted himself to the doctor. The doctor omitted from enacting the same cruel and unusual punishment to C-137, it was too stubborn to be broken. She would mask this torture in the guise of an experimental survey of the sentient psyche. After all, the doctor needed to delve into the darkest pits of the human conscious and sub-conscious in order to build the perfect army. Surely, Fridge would not mind so as long as it was all done in the name of science.
12.The doctor picked up her clip board from her desk, giving it a brisk look-through. "Number 20: Leggin?" Much to the doctor's surprise, a human stepped up front. The doctor did not recall a human being in the ranks, Fridge really lowered the admittance standards for this particular group. None the less, the doctor was intrigued to know this soldier's motives for being in the Force. Most of all, she wished to break this person down, to the point where nothing mattered but their devotion to her and Fridge.
13. "A human rat, interesting." The doctor placed a star next to the soldier's name on her clipboard. She looked up, seeing that the soldier was already on the verge of tears. "I am surprised by your strong emotional reaction to being called forward, soldier." The doctor made her note: "Is presented with an initially-strong emotional reaction to being the highest number. The doctor scanned the soldier. "So, tell me about yourself."
14. After asking each soldier what their overall backstory was, the doctor recorded their answers. She then asked them what their hobbies were, in which some soldiers reluctantly gave long-winded descriptions. She asked about their families, their schooling, general things that would come up in casual conversation. Eventually, the doctor referred to each soldier by their real name, even Rat, whose name was Page. The soldiers had grown progressively comfortable around the doctor. For a moment, they had forgotten about their reasons for being fearful in the first place.
15. The doctor made sure to record each soldier's emotional reactions to her sudden kindness. She also noted each soldier's assumed insecurity, whether it be their height, weight, interests, or fears. With enough accumulated information, the doctor was ready to begin the next stage of her experimentation. She offered to treat the soldiers to a feast, "for their service towards bringing their commander closer to victory." The soldiers were elated, some even thanking the doctor for "keeping them on their toes." The doctor kept this amicable facade on long enough, at least until the soldiers were at their most comfortable.
16. Then she struck, literally. Without warning or hesitation, the doctor pulled out her laser gun from Sadal, firing it at her assistant.The uproar of laughter and cheers had quickly died down. The only things that could be heard was the pain-filled screams of their fellow comrade, and the doctor's heavy breathing. The doctor placed the gun back on her desk, and scribbled down her observations. "Specimens have grown silent, their collective disposition is not quite hostile, it's something else entirely."
17. She looked up at the crowd of soldiers. Some were glaring at the doctor, while others submissively went back to the line. To those who were glaring, the doctor simply stated, "For it is all in the name of science, however," she grinned, gesturing towards the door. "All I need to do is scream, and Sabi will make quick work in providing prospective skeletal models to be." Said soldiers went back to their spots, some were torn between helping their wounded comrade, or leaving him to the mercy of the doctor. The doctor acknowledged the soldier's pain, recording the man's reaction to suddenly sharp pain.
18. "You all may hate me now, but I am doing a service." She closed her notepad to go clean up and put on some gloves. "The pain you will endure when becoming my actual lab rats, will surpass whatever meager discomfort you may be feeling now." She snapped her gloves on, and proceeded to tend to the fallen soldier's wound. "You were all under the false pretense that you would be 'smooth sailing,' I am sure." She passionately (or should I say, angrily) sewed the wound closed after compressing it.
19. "You all believed that just because I was a Tuffle, that your jobs would be easier, is that correct?" No response, which was to be expected by a group of brutes. "I can never understand how the intelligent ones are deemed as shallow and arrogant." After closing the wound, the doctor applied an antibiotic ointment and wrapped the injury. "You all flaunt around your musculature and combat arts, and you call yourself gods." she rose from the floor, tossing her gloves into the garbage can.
20. She ordered the soldier to get in the 'front' of the line. He did so, but not without some difficulty. The doctor ordered the other soldier to let him crawl to his spot on his lonesome, stating, "He probably won't live long enough anyways." Five minutes would pass before the soldier was in line, barely standing, but present. "Yet, once you lose your physicality, you eventually lose your will to live, because that was the only thing that made you special, relevant." She strolled to the injured soldier, scanning him, "You don't feel so good, don't you, lab rat?" She smirked, "Didn't you wish you worked more on your mentality over your musculature?"
21. "You see, my bones could be smashed and I could be deaf, dumb, and mute," she walked towards her desk as she spoke. "However, my memories, my knowledge, my wisdom, will all remain with me." She picked up the vial of Ooze and a clean syringe, injecting the syringe into the vial to pull up the serum. "But like I said, you were all too damn stupid to realize it." She walked back to the injured soldier, who was fearful of what would happen next. She ordered the soldier to expose his vein to her.
22. He refused, but the doctor wasn't too surprised. "What's wrong, don't you wish to get better? Don't you wish to be a part of a scientific breakthrough?" She spoke to the soldier as if he were a child, which made him feel angry, very angry. "Oh, aren't you big and bad, are you going to hit me?" He would have succeeded too had the other soldiers not subdued him. It wasn't that they didn't wish to hurt him, they just didn't want the doctor to bring in Sabi.
23. The doctor giggled at the soldier's indignation, nearly drooling as he threw profanities at her. After calming herself down, the doctor ordered the soldiers to bear the soldier's vein. She was beginning to grow weary of teasing these people, and wished to see the full effects of anger mixed with the Ooze. Of course, she didn't tell them that part, she didn't wish to expose the method to her madness. This whole game was just to get one of the soldiers angry enough. The doctor wasn't to discover the role of emotion and how it plays in the serum's potency.
24. The soldiers hesitantly did as they were told. The soldier continued to fling profanities against Tuffles and earth as the doctor cleaned his arm with an alcoholic pad. "Yes yes, say what you will, I'm still going to poke you, aha." Doing as she said, the doctor injected the Ooze into the soldier's vein. At that moment, the soldier's eyes grew wide, and his breathing grew louder. In a fit of rage, the soldier had successfully thrown all of his comrades off of him. His eyes had pin-pointed into the doctor, who appeared to be calm about the situation.
25. "The specimen appears hostile, foaming from the mouth, angry, f*ck is he angry." Before the doctor could reach for her pen, the soldier had grabbed her by the collar pinning her to the floor. He clasps his hands around the woman's neck in an attempt to slowly and painfully strangle her. Truthfully, the woman wasn't afraid, she wasn't afraid because she knew what would follow after. Even as her vision was beginning to grow blurry, the doctor knew that this would all be short-lived. She will eventually get her answers.
26. If she could talk, she'd ask the soldier the plethora of questions she had running through her mind: Are you still in pain? How angry are you? Do you recognize the consequences behind your actions? Those questions unfortunately could not be answered, but not because the doctor would be dying any time soon. As the other soldiers readied their weapons to fire, the attacking soldier's grip around the doctor's neck was beginning to loosen. This would be followed by a violent coughing fit.
27. That coughing fit would result in excessive bleeding through all of the soldier's orifices. In the midst of her specimen's episode, the doctor would slide from underneath her attacker, and grab her notepad and pen to record her findings. The other soldiers watched on in horror, some completely shaken by what they have seen. The doctor continued to violently scribble down on her pad and paper, "Rage=Stronger reactions+faster negative effect on body- astonishing!!!" The doctor turned to the other soldiers, "So, are you going to hesitate this time in kill-"
28. Before she could finish, one of the soldiers had fired their pistol through the subject's head, killing him instantly. The room fell silent, with the exception of the doctor's excited mumbling and passionate scribbling. "Yes yes yes yes! That was phenomenal! Such raw emotion, to have seen the worst sides of the human experience and incorporate my work into that... Oh thank you, thank you all!" The soldiers were left with nothing to say. They would never admit to it, but they had been beaten. They had been beaten by one of the weakest beings on the planet. They realized that she was deliberately trying to get a rise out of them, one of them, just to conduct her damn experiment.
"Thank you all for assisting me with my experiment, I look forward to working with you all again, aha..."
[TRAINING COMPLETED!!!] EARNINGS: +28 stat points +5 and +5 for reaching intervals of 10 paragraphs twice in training
62+38=100
CONGRATS NERD, YOU REACHED 100 STATS IN INTELLIGENCE, YOU HAVE NO LIFE LOL.
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T U F F L E ▶ And I loved it.
Posted: Sat Feb 09, 2019 6:16 pm
◢D RXX B U R B E R R Y I think sometimes it feels good to be so focused and so OBSESSED and so.. INVOLVED ...in something. Forget to eat, Forget to sleep. Cause I mean, that's the same thing that happens with d e p r e s s i o n...
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xxxxxx[COMMENCE TECHNIQUE TRAINING: OOZE]
The doctor decided to take another look at the ooze specimen through her microscope. This time, she would be examining the specimen in action. The doctor ordered the remaining soldiers to strip the corpse down and place it on the operating table. Without questions, the soldiers did so; they stripped the corpse down to its skin and placed it on the metal table. Meanwhile, the doctor would prepare for a small procedure, which consisted of a slithering samples of skin tissue, brain tissue, heart tissue, and muscle tissue. With her tools, the doctor proceeded to remove a sample of the corpse's thigh tissue, which took a very small amount of time.
The doctor inspected each specimen under the microscope to see the effects of the Ooze while in a host. Luckily, the corpse was not dead for long, so there was a possibility that the Ooze specimen could still be working. Thankfully it did, and the doctor was able to witness first-hand, the power of this Ooze. The specimen's tissue cells began to fluctuate in size, practically bouncing around the perimeter of the tissue sample. The doctor had a few ideas on how to stabilize the sample, which would require a lot of trial and error.
She went to work after that. She began with separating the sample in individual vials, which would be approached with different chemicals to hopefully settle down the cells. In total, there was fifteen samples, and there would be fifteen soldiers that would fall that day. No matter what the doctor did, the results were the same: death, a painful death. However, one specimen had survived longer than the rest, a blend of Ooze and other chemicals that the doctor called: Agent-B. The specimen, Rat, had been injected with Agent-B. Unlike the other specimens who survived for less than thirty seconds, Rat survived for two minutes before suffering the same ill-fate as her comrades.
"I do not understand..." The doctor was hunched over on her desk, staring down at the vial of Ooze on her desk. She wanted to shatter the damn thing and be done with it, but she knew that it would incur Fridge's wrath. The doctor began to replicate the same formula from Agent-B. At least with this Ooze sample, there was room for improvement. She just couldn't put her finger on what prevented the ill-effects of this sample. What was the secret that she was missing?
The only good things and arose from this annoying situation was: 1) Room for improvement. 2) Samples from the corpses.
[TRAINING COMPLETE] ACQUIRED: OOZE
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█Name:: C-137/CREME █Faction:: The F.F. █Theme Song::Hey Kids!
XXX"What the hell is going on up there?" Creme asked herself as she heard the commotion going on outside. For the life of her, the bio-android could not understand how Sabi could sleep through all of this chaos. Then again, with how awe-struck he was my a meager bed, Sabi probably didn't get the luxury to sleep. How could Fridge deprive a man of the right to sleep? Creme recognized Sabi's strength, but she couldn't understand what made him so special. At least, special enough for Fridge to have on a leash. She shook the thought from her head, content enough that Sabi could at least rest. However, this left Creme painfully bored, which led to bouts of loneliness that were so overwhelming, Creme could just cry. The bio-android moved from the laboratory, and into the den. Her eyes scanned through the pictures scattered on the wall. There was the doctor, of course. However, Creme didn't recognize the rest of the faces: an muscular elderly man, a young man with a comically-large ahoge, a brunette, and two children. Did the doctor actually have the time and patience for relationships? Creme took one picture off the wall: A portrait of the black-haired lad, surrounded by everyone, including the doctor. In front of him, was a large cake, a birthday cake.
The doctor was there, her lips always in a straight line. Yet, her eyes had a childish glimmer to them, as if she were showing her version of joy, compassion, humanity. Creme took the picture from the wall and headed to the back of the house. During her trip, Creme would take a look at the other pictures on different walls, each one painting a story. The story was on a woman she never had the pleasure of meeting: a responsible, intelligent, and dependable woman who displayed some sort of compassion. Maybe she had changed? Creme finally made it to the backyard, where the ship was stationed.
After a quick peak of inside, Creme's question had been answered. Before her stood the doctor, a buzzsaw in her hands, a cigarette between her lips, and blood splattered on her white coat. An empty expression was plastered on her face as she hacked through the corpses, severing their limbs from their bodies. The remaining soldiers nearly had the same expressions, but their disposition was more fearful, more anxious. For a second, the doctor turned to Creme, her expression darkening, "What did I tell you about bothering me, C-137?" Creme dropped the picture and immediately ran out after that, securing a safe-space in the kitchen. She hid herself underneath the table, hands clasped over her ears, and her eyes filled with tears. "Calm down, Creme, just... Calm down. You don't want to activate automatic mode... Just... Calm down..." Creme remained underneath the table, shaken by traumatic flashbacks of her "rebirth." The doctor had knowingly mutilated the poor girl beyond repair, until she was nothing more but a chipped conglomeration of people she had never met.
Whoever those people were, they didn't know that there was a wolf. There was a blue wolf in sheep's clothing. It was only a matter of time before she raided their flocks, and added their skin into her coat collection...
