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 Posted: Sun Apr 29, 2007 7:06 pm
The undercity is a literal and metaphorical underground Graft-shop. The U.A.M.T.T. (Union for the Advancement of Mankind Through Technology) has it's headquarters here, as their beliefs are frowned upon by the clergy. The undercity also runs several illicit sidebusinesses ranging from prostitution to insider trading. The head honcho here is Krathyx, a near cyborg with a severe case of sociopathism. You need leverage or currency to even propose an idea in his presence, and neither of these things are easy to come by.
The undercity is located near Camp Narache, in the sewers, and is essentially a giant hole in the wall.
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Posted: Wed Jun 06, 2007 9:10 pm
Gabriel sat back with his eyes closed, the ambiance of The Undercity washing over him like a flood. There was the sound of the forge, where the grafts were fashioned, which was best described as a constant beat of metal on slightly hotter metal. There was also the sound of the lounge, where he was at. The constant murmur of grafters was comforting, like a hum of a generator. He only noticed it when he wasn't around it, or when he closed his eyes. And then, there was the mechanical buzz of the graft booths, with the occasional whimper of one of the 'more manly' grafters, who did the operations without being theezed first. Gabriel had never done this, because it seemed like the kind of thing that would hurt.
When he finally opened his eyes, the mèlange of noises faded into the background. He got up after a time, and finished his drink. On his way out, he walked past the bar, and set down the glass. "Hey! Where are you off to?" Said the bartend as he left.
"To cause some mayhem." was his response.
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Posted: Sun Jul 08, 2007 3:41 pm
Krathyx threw on his robe, and strode towards the door, all the while his grafts changing and shifting to look more like normal skin than anything. A few underlings of his tried to stop him to ask questions, but he silenced them with a glance. He strode briskly over to where some of Gabriel's minions sat, all of them looking like untainted humans to all but the best eye. "You lot, up, now. Gabe is in trouble, and you're going to help me." After a brief utterance of protest from one of them, he punched downward into the table they were sitting at, splintering it. He looked up and said "Now." They all rose silently, and followed him towards the airlock that was the exit. ((Rest of post takes place in the sewer system.))
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Posted: Sun Sep 23, 2007 11:09 am
Unconsciousness flooded Matthew's mind. He tried, very hard, to remember what had happened. So much darkness... He remembered almost nothing. He did, however, remember the car. He remembered blood, everywhere. The fear, crouching on the floor... A sense of loss, his only friend. That... that was a name, wasn't it. Lunatic. Pronounced Loonatique, of course. That was... that was him. They had killed that poor rookie, Matthew. Who was they?
There was only one thing he knew. He was going to make them pay for that poor kid's death. Lunatic would have his revenge.
But all he could feel right now was a cold, sterile table. He tried hard to will his eyes open, to see if he was dead, or safe... And then he could feel something else. He could feel his heart beginning to skip, to go... wrong. His pacemaker was failing, and all feeling was beginning to go numb, now, as his blood pressure began fluctuating wildly as the heart was haphazardly pumping out of time.
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Jester=.runn1ng_sc4r3D Crew
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Posted: Fri Sep 28, 2007 9:28 pm
Jester stood by and watched as the moniters began sounding off. Once they got to the undercity his face had become expressionless. He had been thinking up plans for what they could do with these weapons. It would have to be executed perfectly, whatever it was. Even with these new goodies and allies. They were still way outnumbered and way out gunned.
As the doctors began working on the cop's little heart problem, Jester walked over to Gaberiel and began speaking. "I have a suggestion or two," He said, then before the man could do anything like ask what the suggestion was Jester continued. "Let him die, and if you don't do that make sure he doesn't leave this place. When he wakes up he's either gonna be extremely pissed or extremely scared. Either way if gets back to the surface we're probably ********." Then he began walking towards the exit.
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Posted: Wed Oct 03, 2007 4:00 pm
Gabriel looked at the boy with a new light. He had assumed Jester was naive, but he was proving to be more mature every moment. "Killing him will be a last resort, if a resort at all. First, we will attempt to convert him. If not, we will take all the knowledge he has of this place. And if that fails, then, then we set him free in the sewers, were his death will be at his leisure. Not even the police of the city know the sewers anymore. Only the undercity and her sisters rule this place." He ended his short monologue, and walked to the cell where they were keeping Matthew. With a guesture, he summoned a lab 'thete. "How is he?"
Fate's timing was impeccable. With an imperceptible change in the metaphorical winds, the medical monitors went apeshit. Loud beeps sounded, lights flashed, med 'thetes jumped into action. "He's going into cardiac arrest!" screamed the head surgeon. Within moments, med thetes had anesthetics, scalpels, and other things with sharp ends that would keep the man alive. A strange machine was pulled over, and set over the convulsing chest. A pulse rang from it on a sub-sonic level, rattling the tar in Gabriel's lungs. The machine served to knock the heart into a semi-catatonic state. The 'thetes had a few seconds to act before brain damage started. With speed and dexterity evasive of mankind, a scalpel drew a thin red line down matthew's chest. A medical rotary saw was next opening up his rib cage, with a sickening red and white cloud visual to aid the shuffle and buzz accompanyment. A third machine was thrust into his chest, grasping his heart, pumping it in time, sending blood through his body.
In hours, a new pacemaker was put into his chest. The archaic thing they pulled from his chest was washed and put into the museum. Matthew wouldn't be having anymore heart problems for the forseeable future.
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Jester=.runn1ng_sc4r3D Crew
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Posted: Wed Oct 10, 2007 11:48 pm
(By the time the surgery is finished Jester is in the infoshop.)
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Posted: Fri Oct 12, 2007 9:49 pm
Only thirty minutes after the surgery, special activity could be seen on the EKG machine. The pulsing increased, his blood pressure spiked...
"AHH!"
The man bolted upright, ripping many of the small stickers off his unclothed body. He was breathing rapidly, his chest rising up and down very fast. His breathing slowly came to a regular pace, as he glanced around at everyone in the room. He stood up, revealing himself briefly. He grabbed the blanket that had seconds ago been covering him, and wrapped it around himself as a towel.
As he looked around the room, he began to realize where he was. This was the undercity, a place many of the malignant cops complained about. A haven for the rebels, they had always said. Then, his recent memories began flooding back to him.
He shook his head, and gave a small, little smile. He looked around, shaking his head. He then began speaking in a slow, paced fashion. His words reeked of sarcasm and anger. He strode around, not showing any acts of clear aggression, but completely lacking any signs of fear.
"I hope you all think yourself heroes. It takes some big men to shoot unprepared cops. Especially rookies who aren't ready. Do you all remember who you killed out there? And of course, right now I'm not addressing the whole room here. I'm sure some of you just happen to be good friends of the rebels. But this boy you killed. I think you need to know about him."
It would be clear to all who had payed attention that the half naked man making the speech was, in fact, the boy that he was speaking about. And yet, he was almost a perfect match to loonatic's thinking and speech style. At this point, he walked about, glaring, while beginning to cry.
"He was a sweet soul of only nineteen. A nice guy, everyone's friend. But I'm sure you don't really give a s**t about that. Here is something that you may give half a ******** for. This kid was with you! He was just getting himself on the inside, and was gonna go talk to you! And now his brains are all over the upholstery of the goddamn squad car!"
He fell to his knees, and screamed at the top of his lungs.
"You ********!"
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Posted: Sun Oct 14, 2007 12:12 pm
To be frank, all of the med-thetes were stunned, in an utter matter. Gabriel turned from the thete he was talking to, and looked wide eyed at Matthew, or Loonattic, or what ever he cared to be called, and strode towards him. When he was nearly within striking distance, he stopped his stride, and slowly started to clap. "Your performance was a fine one. But let us get something straight. You are clearly suffering from some kind of delusion. We killed an older man, in his late thirties. We pulled your unconscious a** out of a burning cruiser, and brought you here, and replaced the archaic pacemaker keeping you alive, and have given you a nice place to nap for a while. I sincerely hope you don't want to spurn our hospitality in such a severe manner."
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Posted: Sun Oct 14, 2007 12:28 pm
Lunatic got up, slowly, as Gabriel clapped and addressed him. He gave him a cockeyed glare, combined with lips and jaw clenched tight. After Gabriel finished speaking, Lunatic chuckled, slowly. This quickly raised in momentum, picked up speed and became an outright cackle. After this odd piece was done, he brought his gaze back down to Gabriel, with a sloppy grin.
"You? Call me insane? The kind of person who goes killing CP's willy nilly? Whatever I may be, mate, you are ten times worse. To kill an innocent, nearly a child! "
He paced around some, and then turned to face Gabriel with a pointing finger.
"You, my friend, speak of hospitality? You are such kind gentleman. However, I have something against consorting with murderers. So, if I could just be on my way, any way, out of this place, I would be-"
Lunatic stopped in his speech, and chuckled a little bit more.
"No, on second thought, I wouldn't be grateful. ******** you, ******** all of you! I just want away from you people!"
At this point, it seemed as if Lunatic was dissenting into jabbering madness again.
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Posted: Mon Oct 15, 2007 4:01 pm
Gabriel strode smartly up, and smacked the man as hard as he could, across the face. He leaned down, his joints whirring slightly, and grabbed Lunattic by the face. In harsh whisper, he said "Firstly, get yourself straight. Second, I have never, EVER" emphatically, squeezing with the ever, "killed an innocent. I killed an officer of the church, a representative of a corrupt organization no longer supported by the god they worship. I might start to regret saving your life if you don't straighten up and fly right." He threw Matthew's head forcibly to the ground, turning as he rose, and wiped the blood from Matthew's mouth off of his hand. None of the med 'thetes dared speak.
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Posted: Mon Oct 15, 2007 5:14 pm
The smack turned Lunatic's head sharply. He started smiling throughout Gabriel's words. When the fist connected with his mouth, however, he began giggling, the small bursts gurgling their way through blood. His nose audibly cracked, more blood flowing down his face. He had gone positively hysterical, supporting himself on his knees and hands, after having crawled up from his head being thrown down. Then, something unexpected happened.
As Gabriel turned away, a quick swipe of the hand grappled his foot. Catching Gabriel off balance, He turned the leg and Gabriel, so that the side of the knee was directly facing him. Still laughing, He swiftly brought his forehead into contact with it.
CLANG!
A spurt of blood flew across the room, as his forehead was gashed open by the surprisingly dense knee. However, without a second thought, he brought his head back again, this time opening his mouth. At the same time, with the exceptional clarity of a madman, he twisted the foot slightly, to bring the kneecap to face him more fully. He brought his head back down with full force, wedging his teeth in between the kneecap and leg. It forced the kneecap away from the leg, ripping and tearing tendons and muscles apart. At the same time, Lunatic's front teeth were forced into the gums, and pulled away from the mouth, blood mixing with blood.
The strangest thing about this all was arguably his laughter. He was in hysterics, rolling around on the floor, spewing blood from his mouth with each chuckle, crimson trailing from his forehead and his entire mouth. He inhaled deeply, and seemed to stop, choking on something. He coughed, expelling a bloody tooth that had seemingly lodged itself inside his throat.
He continued to laugh.
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Posted: Fri Oct 19, 2007 11:15 am
The med 'thetes snapped out of their stupor, and jumped to assist Gabriel. He shooed them as they came close, his face a mask of calmness, despite the pain and anger that were as torrents within his soul. He pulled himself up, bracing himself against a wall, on a rail. With a loud whir, he pulled a section of it from the wall, paved in hospital-grade rock-wall, painted in pastels and sickness.
He crimped the thin metal, and bent it to a ninety degree angle, making a sort of cane. With blood and high-grade lubricants running down his leg, he strode smartly over to matthew, lying on the floor, still laughing maniacally. With no small twinge of pain in the twisted wreckage of his knee, he pulled Lunattic to his feet, and in a voice so calm it betrayed the storm within, he said. "You have overstayed your welcome. Let me escort you to an exit."
Matthew was pulled along, gabriel's machine hands and arms nearly breaking bones in his wrist. They stopped briefly by the informations desk, and retrieved Lunattic's clothing, in a shopping bag from a chinese resteraunt, an era long past. The girl at the desk started conversation with gabriel whilst one of her assistants went and found the bundle. His answers were short, and terse. After some time, she looked him up and down, eyes widening immensely as she glanced at his blood-soaked suit leg. Wisely, she said nothing of it.
After a few moments, Matthew was shown the air lock. With a gentle hiss, the air from the Undercity was siphoned back into the Undercity, and the staunch smell of the sewer air was as an unpleasant aroma, a miasma of s**t ever-present amongst them. The air-lock door opened, and Lunattic was thrust out onto a thin ledge, overlooking what must have been dried matter from times bygone. "Oh, and one more thing." rang a pleasant voice from the airlock. TINK-thud, TINK-thud, TINK-thud. Gabriel strode over to matthew, Mauser in hand. "An mieng, tra mieng. That's a vietnamese proverb we live by in the undercity. You're probably not even familiar with what Vietnam is, are you?. This is understandable, so few people pursue knowledge anymore." The tone in Gabriel's voice was sweet now, like a teacher excited to be informing his pupil. "Are you familiar with what it means?" The golden barrel, no doubt filled with a judicious application of justice, leveled itself with Lunattic's eye. It passed, back and forth, between left and right. "An eye for an eye," It lowered to his mouth, tapping lightly on his teeth. The barrel wormed it's way into his mouth. "A tooth, for a tooth." In a split second, the gun was removed, and two shots were fired into Matthew's kneecap, a mirror image of the injury inflicted on Gabriel. "Stupid ******** pig." TINK-thud, TINK-thud, TINK thud, Hisssss. The airlock closed.
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Posted: Sun Oct 21, 2007 10:51 am
Slow steps approached in the darkness, to the place Lunatic had limped. Only a hundred feet away from the door. He was still struggling to get as far away from the place as possible, when the steps stopped right next to him. He looked up, and the man spoke.
"Come with me. I will heal you, and help you destroy them, if you help me."
It was all Lunatic could to to slowly nod, and then pass out. His body lazily rose in the air, and his leg and face stopped bleeding. With a flash of bright light, they had vanished. A slow, deep chuckle emanated throughout the emptiness.
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