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 Posted: Mon Mar 10, 2008 6:12 pm
Tab mumbled something, shifting uncomfortably in the dim light. She was thankful that it didn't entirely illuminate the tunnel, for he would have noticed her flushing cheeks. The cyborg girl cursed herself silently, before nodding and following him.
"Good. My system freaked last time..." She said slowly, eyeing the doorway that had just opened before them with curiosity. With all the effort the AIA and the board had put into security and keeping people in line, they really hadn't done that great of a job in the long run, and she had sonly seen bits and peices of the very thing she was meant to destroy. At this rate, they had better get to some serious work on those humanoid weapons, or the others would soon be deduced to high-tech cops. They didn't have what it took to take down all of this....there were only so many of them.
Tab shook her head, her blue hair swinging along with her scattered thoughts that she attempted to clear. She didn't even know why she was thinking about that stuff- it didnt matter anymore...She wasn't on their side anymore, though sometimes in the back of her head she felt that she couldn't escape it.
"Where can I get a sort of...job...for money?" She asked, her tone as awkward as it was to say it herself. Still, she needed to save up for a rent of some sort for a place to stay. No, not even that. She needed to get money for food and stop pick pocketing.
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Posted: Thu Mar 13, 2008 6:13 pm
Arson stood in the doorway at the head of the steps, the space below seemed almost a portrait of darkness framed in the cold concrete of the sewer walls. Unfortunately, he knew that he couldn't allocate lights down to the dank passageway, knowing that any serious allocation of power would draw attention to his little side projects. Even though most public works were given up to the private sector, taxes had always stayed the same rate, despite most claims. It almost seemed as if the government simply used the supply side economics arguement to allocate their funds to other areas.
As he turned around to face the girl, he noticed the red tinges on her cheeks, and smiled beneath his muffler. She almost reminded him of himself, young and lost in the huge maze of society, confused at the concept of freedom. Indeed, he had once broken his own cage, only to find an even greater one... One surrounded everyone in the world that very day. Looking at her young face, he could almost see a young teenager moving through the abandoned south side, with a cybernetic arm and not so much as a shirt to hide his past... Only a stolen pair of jeans and some old shoes to carry him wherever he went. Suddenly he snapped out of his reminiscence, to the slow hum of the biologically powered light permeating from his right arm.
"Well, that all depends. Once you have a new ID chip, you can choose your own job if you like, or you can work with us. We don't normally charge board, and you get a 15,000 Uno salary for the first few months. The warm bed and the food are free, and unlike Clint, I won't charge you for the chip reprogramming."
He said, chuckling slightly at his own joke. Clint was likely still back there, tormenting the new recruit. He would have to place his faith in Eevee's ability to keep him in check.
"But, it's all your choice, and I don't expect you to decide anything right now. In the meantime, we'll have to focus on reprogramming that chip. Don't worry, the light starts several feet down there. Come on, we had better hurry, or else the spies they sent to follow you might catch up with us." Arson said as he turned to face the passageway, and began the first step into the hallway below. Holding his arm at his side as he descended down the earthen steps, his feet resounded against the hard clay of the carved out ground. The sound of the hard earth slowly ceded to quiet wooden thunks as he proceeded further into the earthen tunnel.
((Hm, I'm going to have to rely on NPC's for this one, seeing as Terror and Chaos are still locked up between the two of them. >_>
Anyway, feel free to decide their actions yourself, just keep it within what Arson would normally expect from his subordinates/followers. In other words, a lot more professional than Terror's character. ;P))
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Posted: Thu Mar 13, 2008 9:06 pm
Nash stood at the podium reading some B.S. speech that he had never seen before today. He glanced to his sides to find the BOD chief and several BOD members smiling and nodding. "i know what they are thinking." Nash thought to himself reading their small mannerisms that wouldn't be visible from any further away. "They think Im just going to keep my head down and do what ever they say." Nash gave a internal sigh and tried his best not to laugh at how much intentional trouble he was going to cause these people as he choked out the speech as best as he could. soon after the speech the reporters began to ask Nash question after question.
"Mr. Steward! Mr.Steward! has there been any news on the escaped mental and radiation patients?" a reporter from the new york times asked with some haste. before the video had even finished the crack teams of information benders had started there champaign to reduce the damage the "terrorists" had caused. the news media had been making rather convincing statements to the people that the escapees were part of a program that attempts to cure debilitating ailments such as mutation, severe mental illness and contagious diseases; and too a point some of it was true. the mutations were mostly caused by failed experiments in genetic manipulation however 2/3rd of this group had either become akin to rabid animals or severely mentally handicapped to the point were conversation was impossible making them very unpredictable surprisingly 1/4 of that the group had actually stayed inside their cages for fear of leaving what was familiar. for the most part the severe mental illness was the most Violent of them all. it was a group chosen for the fact that they were incurably insane and didn't have family to know they were missing. they were used for cybernetic and brainwashing experimentation. some of the brainwashing had actually worked however and about 20 lunatics went straight from escaping to the nearest AIA post they could find to turn themselves in. however the ones that received cybernetic implants for the most part are just as dangerous as a car spinning out on a sidewalk full of people. 1/12 of that group also ended up gaining a higher level of intelligence through brain alterations. When Nash read that he seriously wanted to punch the guy who thought that making a dangerous psychotic into a genius was a good idea in the first place. the last group mainly came from group one and two and were being used to try to find a cure for various strains of incurable diseases most were found dead in the forest when trying to escape. these ones are very well marked for good reason each one has several barcodes all over their bodies. these codes would have been used during dissection later to keep track of where the part went. although only ten escaped these ten could casue anything from a flue epidemic to a virus that could kill 1/3 of the country in a series of months (most of which elderly and children). for the most part the last group is the top of the AIA's hit list and there are orders to shoot on site. there pictures have been released to the media with a number to call for AIA hasmat teams to come in and "quaranteen" the area. of course Nash wouldn't tell them that.
Nash answered the question " many have been caught but quite a few are still at large. We advise that everyone stay in your homes if at all possible if you must leave stay to public areas and keep in the light if going out at night. try to stay in large groups and try to keep your safety in mind. Thank you that is all the questions i have time for."
Nash turned and looked at the smiling idiots otherwise known as the BOD they motioned to have a photo taken with him but Nash just kept walking and lit a cigarette as he passed them.
(push push pushin along the plot baby... now that i read it sry if its a little long if i messed somethin up just pm me and ill change it just trying to make your rescues a little more interesting can u say herding dangerously insane cats XP)
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Posted: Fri Mar 14, 2008 6:53 pm
Tab nodded mutely, proccessing what he had told her slowly. Part of his offer was appealing- a warm bed and food. That alone was enough to get Tab to do anything. With the money thrown it, it was like a banquet thrown before her. Looking over to the previous life of Big Macs and pick pocketing, which roughly translated into some grade F cafeteria food she might have gotten at an elementary school (had she attended one) it seemed stupid not to join sides with Arson and fight.
"Right." Tab said with a nod, deep in thought.
Fight. The thought made her stomach churn, even though that was what she had been bred to do. She'd have to fight ther others, and the thought alone nauseated her, because they....the others, wouldn't hesitate to kill her, either. She groped the wall, feeling as if she might throw up. It had never occured to her what she would do when she escaped the scientists, she had only been focusing on getting out. Now that she was, she was a deer in the headlights of reality- and oh how bright they were.
"No, I'll choose right now. I want to work you you guys." She declared, but had to bite her bottom lip to prevent herself from being sick. Still, she felt profoundly that she needed to do this. Besides, she needed to repay these people somehow. One had saved her life, and now a new chip.
She knocked on the side of the wall a few times, letting the echo's leave and then re-filter through her sound system. A few moments later, a small map appeared before her eyes- mentally produces of course thanks to her cybersonic ears. Based roughly on where the sound waves had continued and bounced off, she felt a bit better about where they were going, and had better confidence in navigating the tunnels.
And yet, looking up into the darkness, she wondered if she would ever emerge from it. Truely.
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Posted: Sun Mar 16, 2008 2:36 am
Nash stood on the helo-pad conveniently placed on the top of the BOD building. he looked down on the city lights as cigarette smoke mixed with his own breath in the midnight air. he thought about the havoc down below several innocent people had been found dead with a rather peculiar post card left behind and by post card that is literal. every dead body was killed by being forcefully pinned to a wall two stories up with a post card on the ground below them. many other civilians had died from a strange culture of the flue; most of which children and the elderly. the hospitals so far have managed to quarantine the suffering but new cases were being discovered every day and it was only a matter of time before the hospitals were overrun. on top of this traffic accident related deaths had increased from people trying to avoid wandering homeless not to mention a few savage beatings that seemed to have no cause since neither was the victims wallet stolen nor did anyone say the person was having problems with the attacker. the news had been good about reporting the news but keeping the facts seperate. the people knew that there was a serial killer on the lose the people knew that there was a flue epidemic and the people knew about the car accidents and "failed" muggings. what the people didnt know was they were all connected to the "escapees" many had been caught since almost all of them had been given chips of some kind but some of the chips had malfuntioned for one reason or another and were a little harder to track down unless seen through a AIA scanner.
Nash wondered as he flicked his cigarette into the cold night air if the resistance had even realized how much chaos this move of there's would cause. if they wanted to use these people they should have had a way to keep them contained some how.
"SURE THERE ARE PROBLEMS WITH THE CURRENT SYSTEM BUT DOES THAT MEAN INNOCENT PEOPLE SHOULD HAVE TO DIE FOR YOUR SO CALLED FREEDOM!!" Nash yelled into the night hearing it echo to nothing as it hit the street. but what was worse than all that is Nash finally realized why he was promoted. the current BOD members wanted a scapegoat for the current situation. the second he entered his office every piece of paperwork and every file were placed on his desk and the floor in addition to the countless computer files he now had stored on his computer. they planned for the worse if Nash failed they saw it as cutting their losses they would blame Nash for thier actions and all would be well for them. but Nash had other ideas. he would take control of this situation. he didnt have to prove himself to the BOD (they already thought he was worthless) he had to prove himself to the AIA.
(hurray plot devices for everyone!!!!)
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Posted: Sun Mar 16, 2008 7:24 pm
With an appreciative look on his face, Arson turned back to the young girl still following behind him. Noticing the firm look on her face, he nodded. "If that is your choice." He turned without a word and resumed his walk down the dark corridors.
He was glad to know that Tab had decided to join them, but all the same, the thought of a young girl thrown into battle troubled him. Is this what she had escaped for? Pondering this, he walked through the long, winding pathway until the passage gradually began to light up. At the end there was a large metal door, with a panel attached to the wall right next to it. No keypad was there, only a hole with the shape of a fist.
Without another word, he flexed his hand, tightening and untightening the bionic muscles in his arm, and inserted it into the receptacle. A small sound of releasing air passed as the machine drew the false blood from his bionic arm, somehow unique to himself. The doors drew open.
((Note: We're going to have to skip past the bit with the doctor. Time is running out, and Arson/Hiro needs to be moving the plot along. If you pick up the next part, I recommend making it after the procedure. Things are happening pretty quick, and Arson and Hiro are too important in guiding them.))
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On the streets of New York, a battle was brewing. A controlled chaos, as resistance squadrons backed trucks up to the back of the facilities. Each of them was loading up batches of the escapees, and sealing them into the backs of the trucks. The sides of which were surrounded by squad leaders giving orders, for the synchronization of their transport.
"Quick, get them in the back! We still have many miles to travel, and it's not going to be easy!" One of them shouted, referring to the massive urban stretch between them and their destination. Across the United States, the resistance was paused, waiting for action, but in New York the forces were leading the charge. The detained were being gathered, for a long march out of the city. Even though the detainees had to be freed, resistance leaders were well aware of the consequences. Many were sick, or pychologically unsound from years of torture and mental degradation. It was among their first priority to form a front between the AIA and the convoys, and with them, the rest of the population.
As they moved the detained into the various trucks, they were in a race against time. In some areas where the resistance had been defeated, the AIA had allowed some of the infected to escape. These areas were some of the smaller ones, and less enforced, by both AIA and Insurgence leaders as well; and thus, a failure from both sides. Yet, a massive group of cartels formed, each carrying massive amounts of the victims, and unfortunately, among them the infected.
"Damn them and their single- mindedness! If they attack the men, then the infected will seep out into the population..."
The officer cursed to himself, the cold, biting wind nipping at his face, though his clenched teeth and tight cheek muscles barely showing any difference through his serious composure. A storm was brewing, and it seemed that both sides would be the catalysts. The hot and the cold, that will create a storm front; the beginning of a tornado, one the size of the entire world.
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Posted: Tue Apr 01, 2008 12:44 pm
Once again, the Television screens flicked on. Across the city, the stange man's countenance appeared once again. With a defeated look on his face, he poured into a half- hearted drawl.
"I am afraid that we, the resistance, have fought hard... But now is the time for us to surrender. It was a good effort, I'll have to hand it to the guys in PR.." A brief session of clapping. "... Management..." Boos. ".... And that one guy who brought the keg...." "WOO!"
"It was a long fight, but we gave it a good run, and..." He said, and paused as a man in an office suit leaned over his shoulder to whisper something into his ear.
"What, you're telling me the Red Sox Didn't lose!?!? And I just made that entire announcement... Oh well, April Fools!"
The Tv screens blinked off. All was silent. A tumbleweed blew across the city streets...
((Heh, just felt like writing that bit up. Besides, I thought it would be good for bumping the thread back up the page, prod it in the side a bit. Besides, can't have it fall down half the board, now can we? wink ))
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