Main Event Genesis
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After what couldn't have been any longer than an hour, the scientists on the floor above started to stand and put away their papers. The female scientist near the glass cleared her throat in a manner that suggested she was trying to get everyone's attention. "That will be enough," she said, reaching back to touch William by the arm. She nodded to him and he began to walk away. She watched him go before turning back to the group. "It's time for you to come with us and hear our explanation."
Cullen shrugged in Ali's direction. "So much for all that, huh?"
The glass wall in front of the scientists began to recede into the floor. Once they were exposed, one within the group made her move. Floating off the ground, Andriod 18 charged through the air at an incredible speed, her arm raised to deliver a powerful punch to one of the scientists.
However, before she could reach the scientists, 18 dropped out of the air as if she'd lost all momentum. She slammed into the ground in a heap, clutching at her head as if it was in great pain. The scientists looked utterly calm, having seemingly expected no danger at any time.
"My name is Annette Birkin," said the female scientist. "The man who left was William Birkin, my husband. Our colleague here is Albert Wesker. We work for the Umbrella Corporation, as do all of you now. You have no choice in the matter, for it is now in our hands what you can and can't do."
As the pain subsided, 18 stood to her feet. Her body tensed with anger, but it seemed she had expected her attack would have been a failure. On some level, everyone probably felt the same.
"Whether you possess a biological body, a mechanical one, or something in-between, we have inserted technology into each and every one of you that allows us to control your bodies and abilities. We can turn them off as we like, as well as paralyze you if need be. We have been testing your motor functions, and you have given us some valuable data."
"... And what exactly is it you want us to do?" Cullen asked.
It was the man named Albert Wesker who responded. "Follow us."
Annette and Wesker started in the direction William had gone off to, heading toward a wide set of heavy doors. Men and women with guns began to pour into the chamber as an incentive for the group to follow orders. It was only a short walk through the building's sterile gray halls until the group was brought to an area that appeared to be a sitting room with a large screen set into the wall. William was here, as was a mysterious male.
"What the shit is going on here?!" said the male, who wasn't wearing a lab coat or gear like the other Umbrella staff members. He grew visibly incensed at the sight of the crowd, and he took a few angry steps toward Annette before he froze in place mid-stride.
"This one's been a real nuisance," William said. "Not even half as useful as any of the others. Should have killed him off, Annette."
"This one didn't take to the transition as well as the rest of you," Annette said, ignoring William's remarks. "I figured he would have still been in medical, but just as well that he joins us for the briefing."
The man jerked and shook himself when he was able to move again. He took a few gulping breaths and looked to be wavering on his feet. "F-Fuck!" he stammered. "I have things to do, you assholes!"
The scientists ignored his outburst and walked toward the video screen. Annette tapped on the screen, which brought up a visual display that she was able to tap at until the screen turned on to show a video feed. The video showed off a room, where rows upon rows of monitors and computers surrounded a device at the center. It drew every eye, for it glowed a bright and brilliant blue.
"Welcome to Umbrella's greatest achievement," said Annette, sound pleased with herself. "This device has pushed Umbrella's technology development hundreds of years into the future. It allowed us to develop the technology inside your heads, as well as bring you here in the first place." She looked away from the screen and looked upon the group. "Your suspicions were correct. You are beings from other worlds, brought here for our use. Your unique worlds provide assets we could only dream of. In addition, no one that is any threat to us will miss you or be looking for you."
This would have caused dissent and murmurs, but the armed escort seemed primed to use their weaponry.
"As for what we wish you to do," Annette continued, "Is for you to act as weapons for us. An army. A sword. Our technology is wanted by a rival company, and we require you to fight for us. There is no choice in this matter if you value your lives. Even those of you who do not seem to display any sort of combat abilities will be going out in the field. If desired, we can provide some light combat training, but time is of the essence. We know the technology inside of you all works, and that is all we need to be sure of before we go ahead."
"So we're fucking expendable?!" said the male, plainly stating the obvious. "I am no one's puppet, you hear me?"
Annette peered at him impassively. "...Your lives are in your hands."
Wesker tapped at the screen, changing the feed to display a map. "The highlighted areas of this map are where you are permitted to go. Walking outside these areas will shut down your body. Do not cross us. We have a waiting area next to the armory where your weapons will be returned to you. In addition, any of you without weapons will be able to take what they want from the armory. Aside from this waiting area is a training facility where you can actually learn to hold a firearm. Is that clear?"
Cullen shrugged in Ali's direction. "So much for all that, huh?"
The glass wall in front of the scientists began to recede into the floor. Once they were exposed, one within the group made her move. Floating off the ground, Andriod 18 charged through the air at an incredible speed, her arm raised to deliver a powerful punch to one of the scientists.
However, before she could reach the scientists, 18 dropped out of the air as if she'd lost all momentum. She slammed into the ground in a heap, clutching at her head as if it was in great pain. The scientists looked utterly calm, having seemingly expected no danger at any time.
"My name is Annette Birkin," said the female scientist. "The man who left was William Birkin, my husband. Our colleague here is Albert Wesker. We work for the Umbrella Corporation, as do all of you now. You have no choice in the matter, for it is now in our hands what you can and can't do."
As the pain subsided, 18 stood to her feet. Her body tensed with anger, but it seemed she had expected her attack would have been a failure. On some level, everyone probably felt the same.
"Whether you possess a biological body, a mechanical one, or something in-between, we have inserted technology into each and every one of you that allows us to control your bodies and abilities. We can turn them off as we like, as well as paralyze you if need be. We have been testing your motor functions, and you have given us some valuable data."
"... And what exactly is it you want us to do?" Cullen asked.
It was the man named Albert Wesker who responded. "Follow us."
Annette and Wesker started in the direction William had gone off to, heading toward a wide set of heavy doors. Men and women with guns began to pour into the chamber as an incentive for the group to follow orders. It was only a short walk through the building's sterile gray halls until the group was brought to an area that appeared to be a sitting room with a large screen set into the wall. William was here, as was a mysterious male.
"What the shit is going on here?!" said the male, who wasn't wearing a lab coat or gear like the other Umbrella staff members. He grew visibly incensed at the sight of the crowd, and he took a few angry steps toward Annette before he froze in place mid-stride.
"This one's been a real nuisance," William said. "Not even half as useful as any of the others. Should have killed him off, Annette."
"This one didn't take to the transition as well as the rest of you," Annette said, ignoring William's remarks. "I figured he would have still been in medical, but just as well that he joins us for the briefing."
The man jerked and shook himself when he was able to move again. He took a few gulping breaths and looked to be wavering on his feet. "F-Fuck!" he stammered. "I have things to do, you assholes!"
The scientists ignored his outburst and walked toward the video screen. Annette tapped on the screen, which brought up a visual display that she was able to tap at until the screen turned on to show a video feed. The video showed off a room, where rows upon rows of monitors and computers surrounded a device at the center. It drew every eye, for it glowed a bright and brilliant blue.
"Welcome to Umbrella's greatest achievement," said Annette, sound pleased with herself. "This device has pushed Umbrella's technology development hundreds of years into the future. It allowed us to develop the technology inside your heads, as well as bring you here in the first place." She looked away from the screen and looked upon the group. "Your suspicions were correct. You are beings from other worlds, brought here for our use. Your unique worlds provide assets we could only dream of. In addition, no one that is any threat to us will miss you or be looking for you."
This would have caused dissent and murmurs, but the armed escort seemed primed to use their weaponry.
"As for what we wish you to do," Annette continued, "Is for you to act as weapons for us. An army. A sword. Our technology is wanted by a rival company, and we require you to fight for us. There is no choice in this matter if you value your lives. Even those of you who do not seem to display any sort of combat abilities will be going out in the field. If desired, we can provide some light combat training, but time is of the essence. We know the technology inside of you all works, and that is all we need to be sure of before we go ahead."
"So we're fucking expendable?!" said the male, plainly stating the obvious. "I am no one's puppet, you hear me?"
Annette peered at him impassively. "...Your lives are in your hands."
Wesker tapped at the screen, changing the feed to display a map. "The highlighted areas of this map are where you are permitted to go. Walking outside these areas will shut down your body. Do not cross us. We have a waiting area next to the armory where your weapons will be returned to you. In addition, any of you without weapons will be able to take what they want from the armory. Aside from this waiting area is a training facility where you can actually learn to hold a firearm. Is that clear?"
Capri
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If looks could kill then all the Umbrella officials would be bundles of ash on the floor. She had to try, her future and her families rested on her getting out of here. At least 18 now knew what she could and could not do. "Moral must be down in the pits if this is how you treat future employees."
Capri
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Jinx's expression slowly got more and more volatile as the speech went on and on. When they finally finished running their mouths, for the time being, it was with a positively pissed-off scowl that she spoke up. "Who the fuck do you think you are?!" She rose into the air, aiming to stand out amongst the crowd. "I am no one's tool to be used, my life is ruled by no one but me. I explained that quite clearly to the cosmic force that chose me to be one of the universe's guardians. Compared to that, you're nothing but a bunch of lab coats with an inflated sense of entitlement. Do you really think you could stop me from walking out if I chose to?"
Capri
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Zerberus quickly summoned his Keyblade: Star Seeker. He also gained a few more Keyblades in case he wants to change his weapon.
He was going to protect these people even if it kills him because his friends are his power and he is their power.
He then practiced his pronunciation of some of the magic he knew.
"Dark Fira, Aero, Cure, Spark, Balloon, Holy, what was the other one? Oh, Reflect.....Hey Naomi can you check in case if there's anyone in need of healing? If not, what do you suggest we do next?"
Zerberus would rather be the one leading but he thinks Naomi would be a good leader than him, for now.
He was going to protect these people even if it kills him because his friends are his power and he is their power.
He then practiced his pronunciation of some of the magic he knew.
"Dark Fira, Aero, Cure, Spark, Balloon, Holy, what was the other one? Oh, Reflect.....Hey Naomi can you check in case if there's anyone in need of healing? If not, what do you suggest we do next?"
Zerberus would rather be the one leading but he thinks Naomi would be a good leader than him, for now.
Capri
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Little Guy and Dr. Kimishima, reunited, both head off to the area where their tools are to be returned.
For Naomi, this equipment consisted of her cell phone, her laptop, and an electronic voice recorder. Alongside these were basic forensic tools: fingerprint powder, luminol spray, and an alternative light source.
For Navel, this means his own cell phone, laptop, and recorder, as well as an FBI-issued firearm. He already knew how to use it. However, Naomi had no experience with firing them, just their effects on human bodies.
"Doctor Kimishima, are you seriously going to learn to use a gun? That doesn't seem very like you." Navel says to Naomi.
"You heard Wesker. We don't exactly have a choice. I'll go learn to fire a gun. You just wait for me here, alright? Looks like these people are our allies... Allies against Umbrella's enemies and Umbrella itself. Let's make sure to watch over them."
"Will do, Doctor Kimishima."
And so, Navel stayed in the waiting room, while Naomi went into the training facility.
For Naomi, this equipment consisted of her cell phone, her laptop, and an electronic voice recorder. Alongside these were basic forensic tools: fingerprint powder, luminol spray, and an alternative light source.
For Navel, this means his own cell phone, laptop, and recorder, as well as an FBI-issued firearm. He already knew how to use it. However, Naomi had no experience with firing them, just their effects on human bodies.
"Doctor Kimishima, are you seriously going to learn to use a gun? That doesn't seem very like you." Navel says to Naomi.
"You heard Wesker. We don't exactly have a choice. I'll go learn to fire a gun. You just wait for me here, alright? Looks like these people are our allies... Allies against Umbrella's enemies and Umbrella itself. Let's make sure to watch over them."
"Will do, Doctor Kimishima."
And so, Navel stayed in the waiting room, while Naomi went into the training facility.
Capri
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"... so much for that."
Despite the fact that he had some room to move now that they were out of that glass box, it turns out that the situation wasn't so great as explained to them... Not only was he going to be used as someone else's weapon like how his job as an assassin functioned back home, Blake felt disturbed inside to know that people that might as well be regular civilians from whatever world they come from are being forced into combat as well. It sickened him so much, it almost made him want to get a sudden excuse or the opportunity to kill these scumbags.
But even he knew that it was going to be useless to do so now. He knew what it was like to cross superiors in the depths of the unsavory businesses, and that the consequences would deal more harm to others around him rather to himself... Blake let out a tired groan before speaking up after the explanation was done.
"Alright, so I'll play along... you guys make it sound like my first day on the job. Er... at least I've got the prior experience..."
They control our bodies with some weird tech... but they don't have control over thoughts or will it seems. So stay in line but plan and note every little possibility, opportunity, and action along the way. Keep yourself together, Blake. You got this. I got this.
Unlike the usual response and reaction being an outroar, Blake somehow kept his cool and laidback attitude up, possibly because he didn't want to contribute to more distress and anger in the group.
"Well, before I take a stroll to that armory and recharge my PWM with that fancy power core you graciously decided to take out without warning, mind telling me if it's normal for someone transported here to hear some static and voice in their head? I don't want any creepy side-effects where I have some other personality telling me what to do and then growing out a second head... that ain't pretty and girls won't look at me the same way. So yeah... any thoughts on the voices in the head situation?"
Blake waited for his answer as he asked this towards Albert and Annette, tapping his foot impatiently for the answer. Even with the serious stare he had, Blake phrased some of his sentences in a rather non-serious manner, his way of keeping himself from freaking out possibly.
Capri
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"Well, that's certainly one way to make a message clear..." Joshua murmured with a grimace as the facts of the situation were laid out plainly for them all to understand. This certainly wasn't the manner in which he wished to leave the employment of the Grado forces, "Not our lucky day at all..."
"Lady Azura, if you wish, you can stay by me during this," Oh well, not like he couldn't make the best of this at least for now. With a smile, he offered a hand to the young princess, offering to guide and protect her through the facility, "It wouldn't be right of me not to offer my services to royalty and, more importantly, to a friend. I just need to collect my sword and I'll be ready."
"Lady Azura, if you wish, you can stay by me during this," Oh well, not like he couldn't make the best of this at least for now. With a smile, he offered a hand to the young princess, offering to guide and protect her through the facility, "It wouldn't be right of me not to offer my services to royalty and, more importantly, to a friend. I just need to collect my sword and I'll be ready."
Capri
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"..."
Without a word, Setsuna turned heel, beginning to make her way towards the training facility. Her feelings on the matter at hand were completely unreadable, as her expression remained in the same poker-face as before. Besides, she had no weapon she needed to pick up- as she'd told the others, she was a sword. She was a weapon, in and of herself. Besides, perhaps her 'willingness' (if one could call it that) was merely in hopes that complying would get her home faster.
Not that she exactly had a home anymore.
Without a word, Setsuna turned heel, beginning to make her way towards the training facility. Her feelings on the matter at hand were completely unreadable, as her expression remained in the same poker-face as before. Besides, she had no weapon she needed to pick up- as she'd told the others, she was a sword. She was a weapon, in and of herself. Besides, perhaps her 'willingness' (if one could call it that) was merely in hopes that complying would get her home faster.
Not that she exactly had a home anymore.
Capri
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Nashetania turned to those closest to her. The group seemed to compose of Alucard, Lucio, and Riesbyfe... Four of the more temperate individuals had been dragged here out of the blue. Out of the corner of her eye, Nashetania spotted Setsuna heading in the direction of the training area... Gathering her thoughts, she turned back.
"Would any of you... like to go to the training facility?" The rabbit woman asked, making sure she spoke softly, gently. "It may be useful to know each other's strengths and weaknesses, especially if we're going to fight alongside each other later on."
"Would any of you... like to go to the training facility?" The rabbit woman asked, making sure she spoke softly, gently. "It may be useful to know each other's strengths and weaknesses, especially if we're going to fight alongside each other later on."
Capri
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The Umbrella scientists looked upon Jinx with blase expressions. "We do think that, yes," Albert says, "You're in a new universe, where there are new rules to keep in mind. Each of you is being monitored by a dedicated Umbrella employee, watching your every move. The only actions you may take are we ones we allow."
"If anything, this will improve morale," said Annette to 18. "We keep our assets safely locked away, and we avoid the deaths of so many of our own men. Your feelings on the matter are irrelevant."
To Blake, Annette said, "That's not normal, as far as we're aware..." She paused, thinking on this for a moment, and pulled out a small electronic device. "... But your device is working properly, as far as we're aware. If there are adverse effects on your health, we can take you to medical, but we will not be wasting many resources on any of you."
"If anything, this will improve morale," said Annette to 18. "We keep our assets safely locked away, and we avoid the deaths of so many of our own men. Your feelings on the matter are irrelevant."
To Blake, Annette said, "That's not normal, as far as we're aware..." She paused, thinking on this for a moment, and pulled out a small electronic device. "... But your device is working properly, as far as we're aware. If there are adverse effects on your health, we can take you to medical, but we will not be wasting many resources on any of you."
Capri
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Miku was silent the whole way, watching the armed guards and everything unfolds before her as they were escorted into the sitting room. This whole thing was... scary, to say the least. And one would say it showed in her gaze. Opting to stay closer to the primary group, as to avoid being singled out directly, she finally found it in herself to speak up.
"Excuse me," Miku raised her hand slightly, stepping forward towards the scientist as to (hopefully) get the attention of one of them. "... How can I be expected to fight?" She asked, somewhat flatly, though quieter than usual. "I'm not... constructed for that." A momentary pause. "... Plus I'll eventually need a place to recharge my power reserves."
Capri
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"So that isn't normal, huh? Ha... ha... I'll just keep it to myself then."
Well, there goes his chance of finding out about that strange voice, which brings him to remember that it only happened once right before he got here. Something that was said in his head referring to an "experiment" occurring like this one, but with Annette's confirmation, that wasn't the case. Was there some other force trying to make a similar experiment but got the short end of the stick? He couldn't say for certain, but a familiar voice snapped him out of his thoughts.
Miku was silent the whole way, watching the armed guards and everything unfolds before her as they were escorted into the sitting room. This whole thing was... scary, to say the least. And one would say it showed in her gaze. Opting to stay closer to the primary group, as to avoid being singled out directly, she finally found it in herself to speak up.
"Excuse me," Miku raised her hand slightly, stepping forward towards the scientist as to (hopefully) get the attention of one of them. "... How can I be expected to fight?" She asked, somewhat flatly, though quieter than usual. "I'm not... constructed for that." A momentary pause. "... Plus I'll eventually need a place to recharge my power reserves."
Oh right, he spoke with Miku first thing when he got here, and he remembered her story. Miku wasn't capable of fighting before this ever happened, she told him that she was an android specifically designed for the musical field. Knowing that they were going to be forced into combat, the thought of sending Miku into combat could only mean bad things ahead, and the same for anyone that never fought before in their lives. That wasn't fair at all.
"If they don't give you a good enough answer, a safe bet is sticking around for someone who can fight, Miku. It's up to you if you want to learn how to defend yourself... or to receive protection from any of us here. I would say that there would be usually the third option, but I don't think we'll be getting that here. Besides, I can't stomach the thought of any harm being done to people who don't deserve it."
Blake figured that he would give his two cents in, seeing that their captors here loved to rain on the mood and be all business here. He stretched his arms as he waited for the escort here to take them to the armory. That poor PWM cube needed its wonderful power core of course.
"If they don't give you a good enough answer, a safe bet is sticking around for someone who can fight, Miku. It's up to you if you want to learn how to defend yourself... or to receive protection from any of us here. I would say that there would be usually the third option, but I don't think we'll be getting that here. Besides, I can't stomach the thought of any harm being done to people who don't deserve it."
Blake figured that he would give his two cents in, seeing that their captors here loved to rain on the mood and be all business here. He stretched his arms as he waited for the escort here to take them to the armory. That poor PWM cube needed its wonderful power core of course.
Capri
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Sideous' face contorted into an expression that could only be described in one way; concern. Not concern for those around him, or concern for his own safety, but concern for the Grand Plan.
Everything was ruined.
With only a dozen words, Wesker and taken his goals and stripped them bare; they had turned to captor into the captive, the manipulator into the manipulated, the predators into the prey. Sooners or later the Senate would fade into a bitter memory. Order 66 wouldn't matter. His army would fall into disarray. He would have nothing.
All that would remain was the Dark Side. His hate. His anger. His power.
Whether it took him to one hundred, one thousand, or even a trillion years,
He.
Would.
Escape.
If he had to lay down the lives of every damn man, woman, and child in the box to do so, so be it. They were worthless. Insignificant. Dirt beneath his boots.
He would find a way- somehow- to defy their programming, break out of their system get back home. Somehow. Somehow. Somehow.
Yet, in the meantime, he would simply have you play the role of the loyal servant, the well-mannered minion.
"I think I understand, sir"
Everything was ruined.
With only a dozen words, Wesker and taken his goals and stripped them bare; they had turned to captor into the captive, the manipulator into the manipulated, the predators into the prey. Sooners or later the Senate would fade into a bitter memory. Order 66 wouldn't matter. His army would fall into disarray. He would have nothing.
All that would remain was the Dark Side. His hate. His anger. His power.
Whether it took him to one hundred, one thousand, or even a trillion years,
He.
Would.
Escape.
If he had to lay down the lives of every damn man, woman, and child in the box to do so, so be it. They were worthless. Insignificant. Dirt beneath his boots.
He would find a way- somehow- to defy their programming, break out of their system get back home. Somehow. Somehow. Somehow.
Yet, in the meantime, he would simply have you play the role of the loyal servant, the well-mannered minion.
"I think I understand, sir"
Palpatine returned to his group, his face still holding the same fake worried mask. "I'm sorry, Ms...." Sheev trailed off, not fully remembering the woman's name "But this may be the only chance we have....the Maker only knows what these... scientists will do with us when they're finished...."
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The time in the box passed by quickly for Lucio, as he was among the few in the group to socialize and build some hope among this crowd of strangers he's never even seen before. From this crowd, the DJ found people he knew he could trust; Joshua, Blake, Clark, almost everyone. Ever since being called a "terrorist" by Vishkar, he'd become a great judge of character, and there was no doubt in his mind that some of these people had just the same idea he had.
When the box finally opened, Lucio glanced upwards, grabbing his headphones and patting Blake on the back to get his attention (assuming that he'd have hung around Blake for the past few minutes).
"Break times over, let's move it, people!" he cheered to the others around him, hopefully inspiring some positiv--
It wasn't even a minute since the box opened that one of the people in the group had suddenly blasted forward, attempting to punch one of the scientists; a woman. People are people, and they have urges when locked inside of a cube, like rats. Lucio simply winced as she moved, but stared blankly when her attack was...disregarded.
The greatest insult someone like her could face; to be ignored.
In response to what Annette spoke; a blend of emotions hit Lucio as the scientist's voice touched his mind. Everything about it...her tone of voice, the "holier-than-thou" attitude, the grey sounds coming out of her mouth, the idea that they were being sent out to fight for nothing. It was like he was reliving the day when Vishkar first descended on his neighborhood. The government never noticed the things Vishkar did when they weren't sending in reports, the "social improvement" was destroying neighborhoods.
But this was much, much worse than a few angry police officers.
Horrible things happening behind closed doors, controlling people like puppets, and exploiting the clueless and the innocent. This wasn't just a stroke of bad fate, it was like Lucio was handpicked to fight this. How he was gonna fight it, Lucio had no idea, but he knew he had to fight it. There was no other option.
Lucio's expression hardened into a vengeful glare as he continued onward with the rest.
"Hey, 18, you alright?" Lucio approached the android when the explanation was over, crossing his arms. He had to force a slight smile, trying to blot out the situation again. "Can't imagine how it feels to get your anger pushed aside like garbage. You look like you were in...pain, though, you sure you're all good?"
If looks could kill then all the Umbrella officials would be bundles of ash on the floor. She had to try, her future and her families rested on her getting out of here. At least 18 now knew what she could and could not do. "Moral must be down in the pits if this is how you treat future employees."
Lucio glanced over to Zerberus, giving him a nod and a thumbs-up as he did something to help her out. Lucio still felt like he had the need to ask, even if Android 18 didn't feel like responding.
"Well, before I take a stroll to that armory and recharge my PWM with that fancy power core you graciously decided to take out without warning, mind telling me if it's normal for someone transported here to hear some static and voice in their head? I don't want any creepy side-effects where I have some other personality telling me what to do and then growing out a second head... that ain't pretty and girls won't look at me the same way. So yeah... any thoughts on the voices in the head situation?"
If Android 18 gave an answer to Lucio, he'd nod and turn his attention towards Blake. Lucio glanced over to Blake as he spoke, arching a concerned brow as he mentioned something buzzing and static in his ears.
My music doesn't do that...
"I think that might jus' be transportation sickness, Blake. Or maybe you're still stressed out about everythin'. Being like that ain't healthy for you, man! You need...some milk or somethin'."
"You sayin' you wanna fight me, Nash? Huh? HAAA! I'm kiddin'! Yeah, sure, lemme jus' grab my stuff real quick and we can head on over. We don't have anything better to do, anyway."
He gave Blake a quick pat on the back as he began to skate off.
"Catch you in the trainin' room, Blake."
With that said, Lucio followed Nashetania and the others towards the waiting room and then the training room, moving to acquire his weapons. Or, rather, his single weapon.
"Ho, man, I can't say I wasn't missin' this thing while we were in there! Nash, I wanna introduce you to the Vishkar Sonic Amplifier. Or, if you don't have a stick up your butt, the sound gun! Fires pure sonic projectiles, which smack bad guys around really hard, and then it has this really cool "blast" function which, like, lets out a HUGE sonic blast at once.
"Y'know, kinda like a...'BOOP!', you know?"
The souls of the damned rest beyond the cliffs.
My music doesn't do that...
"I think that might jus' be transportation sickness, Blake. Or maybe you're still stressed out about everythin'. Being like that ain't healthy for you, man! You need...some milk or somethin'."
Lucio turned around to Nash, his smile reappearing slightly as she proposed progress.
"You sayin' you wanna fight me, Nash? Huh? HAAA! I'm kiddin'! Yeah, sure, lemme jus' grab my stuff real quick and we can head on over. We don't have anything better to do, anyway."
He gave Blake a quick pat on the back as he began to skate off.
"Catch you in the trainin' room, Blake."
With that said, Lucio followed Nashetania and the others towards the waiting room and then the training room, moving to acquire his weapons. Or, rather, his single weapon.
"Ho, man, I can't say I wasn't missin' this thing while we were in there! Nash, I wanna introduce you to the Vishkar Sonic Amplifier. Or, if you don't have a stick up your butt, the sound gun! Fires pure sonic projectiles, which smack bad guys around really hard, and then it has this really cool "blast" function which, like, lets out a HUGE sonic blast at once.
"Y'know, kinda like a...'BOOP!', you know?"
The souls of the damned rest beyond the cliffs.
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James Proudstar - Warpath
Turning to the older man, Sheev, Warpath spoke.
"Sheev, do you need to go to the training area?" he spoke, grinning wildly. "If not, let's hit the armory. Couldn't hurt to have extra guns. Arkham, you coming?"
With that, the big guy headed towards the armory with anyone who would follow.
Turning to the older man, Sheev, Warpath spoke.
"Sheev, do you need to go to the training area?" he spoke, grinning wildly. "If not, let's hit the armory. Couldn't hurt to have extra guns. Arkham, you coming?"
With that, the big guy headed towards the armory with anyone who would follow.
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FIERCE-HEART ALI
As I listened to what Annette said, my frown grew deeper and the more my fists tightened. I was going to be used as a tool, again.
My mind was in a rage, silently wanting to strangle the fuckers and rip their souls out and see how they like being used as tools.
kIllWE WeN THey OTmust TonotOls! impurAREesthese MUrDerUS! wiLlTHhOWeM! thEy. HOw CONDareTAIN fooliSH.
Calm now, judgment later.
I took a deep breath and slowly exhaled, relaxing my fists back into their natural position though they were still slightly curled because of the angry inferno in my chest. I repeated the process till the inferno died down and thought about the positives. I knew when to bend over and take it submissively so I could reach over and grab their balls before proceeding to tear it off. They also had the courage to tell us upfront about their intentions unlike last time and though precautions had been taken, they were arrogant and stupid enough to underestimate us and even showed us what their little prize is, they just didn't tell us where.
Who knows, they might just be James Bond levels of stupid once I begin to strip away the layers. I did crack a smile at the information they told us.
They said they worked for the 'Umbrella Corporation' so I guess they made more than umbrellas, but I was still going to enjoy tormenting them. A rival company also wants their technology so I guess the world we were kidnapped to was ruled by big companies. Or the government and the military is the company that wants their tech.
I crossed my arms as I started to construct a plan. Yes, we may have no worth now, but over time as we prove our worth, they'll be less likely to let us die. After all, it must have been a resource-heavy and time-consuming operation, and doing that all over again to replace a valuable tool with a possible shit one isn't going to sit well.
I also chuckled softly when I heard that my friends weren't coming to look for me. I guess this blue light must scramble their memories or something? So much information. I know for a fact the others will figure out something is wrong and come looking for me. How long, I don't know.
But I sighed after they were done talking. I just couldn't piece together why they would pull randoms from other worlds. What if they accidentally summoned a creature that not only resisted their tech but could destroy them with a single thought? Well, I guess I gotta play the game to find out why.
"Twisted Fate, Kujou, let's head towards the armory and get our things then head to the training room. It's best not to do anything stupid." For now! I added the last two words mentally.
With that, I headed towards the waiting area to get my weapons and once retrieved, I would head towards the training room.
As I listened to what Annette said, my frown grew deeper and the more my fists tightened. I was going to be used as a tool, again.
My mind was in a rage, silently wanting to strangle the fuckers and rip their souls out and see how they like being used as tools.
kIllWE WeN THey OTmust TonotOls! impurAREesthese MUrDerUS! wiLlTHhOWeM! thEy. HOw CONDareTAIN fooliSH.
Calm now, judgment later.
I took a deep breath and slowly exhaled, relaxing my fists back into their natural position though they were still slightly curled because of the angry inferno in my chest. I repeated the process till the inferno died down and thought about the positives. I knew when to bend over and take it submissively so I could reach over and grab their balls before proceeding to tear it off. They also had the courage to tell us upfront about their intentions unlike last time and though precautions had been taken, they were arrogant and stupid enough to underestimate us and even showed us what their little prize is, they just didn't tell us where.
Who knows, they might just be James Bond levels of stupid once I begin to strip away the layers. I did crack a smile at the information they told us.
They said they worked for the 'Umbrella Corporation' so I guess they made more than umbrellas, but I was still going to enjoy tormenting them. A rival company also wants their technology so I guess the world we were kidnapped to was ruled by big companies. Or the government and the military is the company that wants their tech.
I crossed my arms as I started to construct a plan. Yes, we may have no worth now, but over time as we prove our worth, they'll be less likely to let us die. After all, it must have been a resource-heavy and time-consuming operation, and doing that all over again to replace a valuable tool with a possible shit one isn't going to sit well.
I also chuckled softly when I heard that my friends weren't coming to look for me. I guess this blue light must scramble their memories or something? So much information. I know for a fact the others will figure out something is wrong and come looking for me. How long, I don't know.
But I sighed after they were done talking. I just couldn't piece together why they would pull randoms from other worlds. What if they accidentally summoned a creature that not only resisted their tech but could destroy them with a single thought? Well, I guess I gotta play the game to find out why.
"Twisted Fate, Kujou, let's head towards the armory and get our things then head to the training room. It's best not to do anything stupid." For now! I added the last two words mentally.
With that, I headed towards the waiting area to get my weapons and once retrieved, I would head towards the training room.
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Palpatine let out a small chuckle and placed his palm onto the X-Man's shoulder. "James, look at me! I'm no fighter! All the firearms training in the world couldn't make me shoot straight. But...there is some equipment I wish to pick up from the armory- something someone confiscated when I arrived..."
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Zerberus then looked to the scientists. He was carrying Star Seeker with one hand as he walked up to them. He flipped his blade as it disappeared in a flash of light. Zerberus then smiled.
"Can you please tell me where this training area is? I need to work on my skills since you kept me up in that box for so long. I'm willing to protect anyone if they ask nicely."
"Can you please tell me where this training area is? I need to work on my skills since you kept me up in that box for so long. I'm willing to protect anyone if they ask nicely."