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Rockman X: And Eternity; Act 1: It's Stranger in Paradise
Topic Started: Dec 14 2013, 12:04 AM (4,491 Views)
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[16:15 - Inside Styx Base]

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It was dark out by the time it came, the distress call having been blinking on the receiver in the guardhouse for at least ten minutes while it's denizens played poker in abject boredom. Commander Wolff sighed as he walked in, seeing his crew regard him with salutes, though he was sure some of them viewed him with about as much interest as a stack of yard tools at the hardware store, it didn't matter. The lupine Reploid went to check the call and discovered what had been missed. Normally responsible and prompt he grunted and left without saying a word, making his displeasure known.

It was ten minutes later the base's contingent had been gathered together by none other than the chief medical officer and self appointed 'inventionist' Gene Replete. There was no sign of Wolff as she gave their new assignment in a giddy tone. She was excited which was usually a bad sign for those involved as it almost always meant that without the strict guidance of Wolff, it was guinea pig time for the new recruits, and a chance to gather combat data.

"We've received a call from Eichel Engineering and it appears they're in dire straights. They need assistance now... or twenty minutes ago technically. I think perhaps whoever turned down the sound for the comm should not try this in the future!" She spoke loudly while holding up her tablet, a wide smile on her face. It was exciting despite the nature of the situation. It wasn't often they had an actual opportunity for real combat and she'd been itching to try out the recorders she'd given all of the new recruits, along with a personal pet project she'd given to one of the most junior enlistees.

"Anyways, we should probably go now... we are wasting time just standing here while they could very well be in grave danger so... off you go." She made a shooing motion toward the garage, coaxing everyone to get in the larger of the two transport vehicles, and also the only one up and running after it had cannibalized the other for parts. "Just cram in there, anyone else is welcome to come but..." She picked up her tablet again as she leaned against the door to the vehicle, holding it to read.

"Hailfire, Arclight, Chimera... and Azhrarn. You guys can't get out of this, sorry. But you get the fun ride today! I hope we get ambushed..." She stared wide eyed for a moment before chuckling, making it seem like a joke as she swung up into the driver's seat. But one could never tell with her.

"Anyone else that cares to join us, get in! It'll be a bumpy ride..."She sighed contently, gripping the wheel in anticipation. "Because I forgot to get the shocks done..."

And who knows the last time we actually did -anything- around here...



[16:35 - Inside Styx Transport Vehicle No.1]

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The road was uneven, bumps sending up it's passengers every few meters unless they were strapped down and secure, which for any of the new recruits was entirely up to their discretion. Rebellious, eccentric, strange, or foolish dreamers, Styx had ended up with those at the end of the line, but it was damned well going to make due, and in style! Everyone who was relatively new was grabbed for this. A test run to see if basic training had paid off...

There were seats lined on either side and room for the more bulky of their number, along with some reserves of energy, and stock weaponry that they'd used in training, but with the seriousness of this task they'd all been permitted the full use of their normal weaponry.

While Gene drove along the road toward the Engineering Laboratory, singing something whimsical to herself, a smaller female reploid say with her hands placed demurely in her lap as she looked down at her feet. A long scarf down her back and her down-turned visor would have made her look 'cool' if not for the fact her posture was anything but confident. She seemed to withdraw whenever anyone looked at her, though she had an odd smile on her face.

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"Hey... no fair Hailfire! You're trained to use these things..."

"Better question is, why would you WANT to be trained to use these things?" Gear grumbles, still not in control of his body as Nid's interfacing allowed him to take complete control of his form. Compared to his partner, the male reploid probably would have crashed long ago if he tried flying it. "Why couldn't there have been a Raiden armor or something? I hate flying so very much..." he muttered, unable to take his eyes off the ground so far below. Even if the base was slowly approaching, the fact he could fall at any time-

As if on cue, the Eagle armor seemed to jolt and make it seem like he would fall out... Though it was really just Nid screwing with Gear. "Curses, Nid! That's not funny!" Gear shouted, scowling as the armor began to descend more naturally now... Before Ein seemed like she was speeding ahead. "Uhh..."

"I swear I will win one race... just one..."

"Er, Einhorn? You might want to wait for the-" he started to speak, but it was too late. She had already pulled ahead, and Nid showed no signs of wanting to chase her down. All he could do was sigh as she crashed through the doorway a moment later and left a breach big enough for them all to fly inside of with little to no trouble. Gear was among one of the last to land, feeling control returning to his body once the Eagle armor stopped. No sooner than it did, did he jump out and shake his fist at it. "I hate flying so very much..."

Perhaps Einhorn shared his opinion, but there was no need for him to go over and help when Azhrarn was on the case. He grinned, finding it just a little bit cute, before he turned his attention to the next most worrying thing for him after flying: Drachen.

"Just kidding. I'm here to fix you all up. Got Drachen's magic hands...."

"Yeah, no. I've been floored, shot at, thrown around, blown up, iced, and scared to reploid hell and back... But I am NOT getting treated by your magic hands." he protested, before turning to Gene. Nid seemed positively content to be back home after today, and seemed like he wanted to ap a bit. "Here, you can take him now. I just want to get back to work and forget today happened." he muttered.

"Ah, brilliant. I see your drive to work never ceases to amaze me." a voice spoke, causing Gear's eyes to narrow as he dreaded who the voice belonged to.

"H-he's behind me, isn't he..." Gear muttered, slowly turning to see... No one? "Oh thank reploid god, for a moment I thought S-" he started to speak, turning back around to see the very man whose name he was about to speak, now standing just slightly infront of Gene, arms folded with the most menacing smile on his face, eyes hidden behind a sort-of visor. "S-shoot!"

"I believe the name you're looking for was 'Seele'." he grinned, uncrossing his arms as he set one hand on Gear's shoulder. He bore the distinction of being one of Last Chance's combat capable humans, though he took it a step beyond with cybernetic augmentation. Partly from damage and partly to better keep up with his allies, his shortcomings were made up with constant training, meditation, and adaptation. His undying diligence had even earned him the role of operating the Energy Forge, a job he took very seriously, and one he did not allow anyone to mess around in idly.

"You must subscribe to the notion 'No rest for the weary' if you still feel a desire to work. As luck would have it, I could use a hand in the forge right now... Given your bold declaration, 'No' will not be an answer." he mused, beginning to pull gear away with surprising strength, the latter sighing in exasperation as he cursed his big mouth. "Do take care of Nid, Gene. He must be in top shape for training later. I'm interested to know in his performance from tonight." he turned back to look at Gene.

"Oh, right... As for the other mission. I'll be sure Gear is ready for it." he added for Gene. She was made fully aware of the additional training regimes he put Gear through to toughen him up.

"I should learn to keep my mouth shut..." Gear lamented.
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STYX BASE | GARAGE
Pcs: Hailfire, Chaos, Zweiton, Gear, Azhrarn
Npcs: Gene Replete, Einhorn, Drachen, Wolff, Seele

"Are you alright Ein?"

"I think I broke my pride..." She looked over to Azhrarn who had come to her rescue, even if she was already up on her feet and giving Drachen a hard time.

"Despite appearance sometimes making it look otherwise, you remember I'm a guy you, right?"

"I don't think he's referring to you, but knowing his taste in..." Ein quirked a brow, then shook her head. She didn't want to contemplate the kinds of things Drachen contemplated.

“If you insist, hon!”

Stronger than he looked, Drachen caught the tossed tail-spear and did a dramatic twist, turning back around to hold it like a microphone. "Oh, baby, I can heal your nervous tick, so lay down, hey, lay down, I will check what is wrong, so-" He paused and waggled his eyebrows toward the Drakkiana and offered her an arm to guide her to the infirmary. Einhorn just started at him with slight disgust and looked for the others, spotting Chaos as he arrived, Gear and Seele as they left, and Gene as she followed after them with the canister ghost.

“I’m gonna need that reattached, if you don’t mind~”

"I think I can do something for that... Might need to get a closer look at those love bites you got though." He teased about her wounds, but from his gentlemanly way, it was clear he was concerned over his partner in crime. They paused when they came to Wolff and he gave his half-hearted salute, then looked away, a bright grin on his face.

Who likes big girls? I do~


“Hello, Commander Wolff,”

The lupine reploid nodded politely toward her, showing all his normal decorum. Despite it, he was still glad to see her in one piece. She was even with her impulsive behaviors, one of the longest serving members of the Styx Squad.

“Everyone’s made it back in one piece, though we’ve acquired a stray."

“I think you’ll find his story interesting.”


"Thank you for your service today Hailfire. I'll look after the pup for now. You're relieved until further notice. But next time, do remember I enjoy a game of poker too..." His tail wagged, curling along it's mechanical segments as he gave her a half smile and turned to Zweiton.

Drachen rolled his eyes then tugged at Hailfire to join him in the infirmary, feeling a pang of jealousy he would quickly disguise with a charming grin. "Comon babe, we need to play doctor. I'll fix you real good..."

“Are they—?”

"We try not to think too hard about it..." Einhorn skewed her lips awkwardly, but at the sound of scampering, and oft scraping little claws came thundering down the corridor she grabbed Azhrarn and took cover behind a nearby barrel.

The dragon-dogs were loose... Ein kept Azhrarn from looking up too far and getting their attentions as they were apt to assault and nuzzle whoever was convenient at the time. Only their master could tame them, and for some reason they minded Wolff but he always kept a corner of his desk for them to nap on. A peace offering to the base's pets, nuisances, and mascots.

"Man down!" Einhorn called from behind the barrel, watching Zweiton get piled on by the curious and affectionate drago-bots.

"Man do-" She blinked as Wolff clapped his hands and suddenly drew their attention, the four of them scampering over to rub against his legs and display much more docile behavior. He sighed and picked one up, letting it drape on his shoulder like a cat. It was one of the vibrant green ones and he could feel an odd elemental kinship with it.

"Zweiton, if you'd be so kind as to join me in my office." He turned and walked toward the corridor the beasties had come from, most likely after napping under his desk.

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STYX BASE | WOLF'S OFFICE


With one of the dragon-bots in his lap, he sat back in his chair with a tablet in hand, going over the data from the mission. He traced his finger over the list of scientist's names. All of them had been slain, most at their posts. The android models that were the base's pride and joy were either incomplete, in pieces or missing. It turned out the sad truth was that Zweiton was as far as anyone knew, the sole survivor of the attack.

"You're a unique case, but I think you know that. Dr. Eichel probably told you how important you were. Made sure to keep you as safe as he could..." Wolff looked up solemnly.

"We don't know why the attack occurred, or who hired those involved. But you're safe here from any of that. And I want you to consider staying. Because you would be an asset to us Zweiton. You could help us. We want to protect those that cannot do it for themselves." He wanted to give the suddenly orphaned android a purpose, not revenge but something more noble, a reason.

You need an anchor kid... And we can be that. It's what we do for each-other here. Don't fit in much elsewhere.

"Think of us like your family now if you wish. I'm sorry I can't bring anyone back, but I can offer you a chance to live for them, to make sure something like this doesn't happen again."

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STYX BASE | BETWEEN THE FORGE AND GENE'S LABS


"Here, you can take him now. I just want to get back to work and forget today happened."

Gene smiled widely, almost glowing in a way that seemed beautiful and unfitting for a mad scientist. She picked up the now gorged and sleepy Nini in her arms, cradling it and rubbing it's muzzle to her cheek. "Did you have a good snack Nini?" She cooed, ignoring Gear, but perking up when she heard another voice, distinctly not that of her lab rat.

"Someone is getting a little brother...."
She trailed off, the ghost canister still under her other arm awaiting it's fate.

"Ah, brilliant. I see your drive to work never ceases to amaze me."

"You flatter me... though I will admit, it is impressive what you can do with fused energies... and souls..." She sighed, content to be home again.

"H-he's behind me, isn't he..."

"Oh thank reploid god, for a moment I thought S-"

"S-shoot!"


Gene peaked out from behind Seele, giving just as cunning a grin to the cowering Gear.
"I believe the name you're looking for was 'Seele'."

"You must subscribe to the notion 'No rest for the weary' if you still feel a desire to work. As luck would have it, I could use a hand in the forge right now... Given your bold declaration, 'No' will not be an answer."


Gene covered her mouth with her hand, trying not to laugh at the mess Gear had dug himself into.

"Do take care of Nid, Gene. He must be in top shape for training later. I'm interested to know in his performance from tonight."

"I'll be making a report as you get Arclight back to work. It'll help for this new idea I have..."
She gazed down at the soul curiously. What potential did it hold exactly.

"Oh, right... As for the other mission. I'll be sure Gear is ready for it."

"I should learn to keep my mouth shut..."

"Please don't... It gives me plenty of opportunities to make use of you. Continue enjoying getting back to work"
She hummed, changing direction from the two to enter her labs and start analyzing the new soul, as well as getting Nini some proper rest.

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Azhrarn endlessly thanked Ein for the save from Dragon-Puppies. His doll-like features and silky hair always seemed to be a lure for the draconic bots when they weren't with their mistress. The knight-reploid didn't disliked them at all, but sometimes they were a bit too much affectionate and it took hours for him to be able to return to any activity he was involved before. "Thanks..." He whispered to Ein as she called for the man down. A sacrificial offer to the base's mascots and a good way for Zweiton to be aquainted with them.

"We should check on Hydra?" He whispered again, making sure for the Dragon-bots to be out of range before they could leave hiding and move again. Then sounds came from the med-bay, songs, innuendos for the most. Nothing special if Azhrarn's childhood hadn't been a kinda sheltered one. After all, when one of your parents has a beam cannon concealed inside one of her cybernetic arms and an armor to back up said firepower, people were prone to speak politely and avoid children-unfriendly words. Sadly it backfired once the young reploid left the nest, getting him taking all of these innuendos quite literally.

"On a second thought..." He added with eyes matching his naturally pale face showing an expression of genuine terror. "...maybe we should leave them alone and go check on our ghostly friend?" He needed some minor fixes to his armor and check-up on his systems, but right now he was too scared to approach the med-bay. With a forced smile, the reploid tried to compose his expression and show Ein he wasn't scared. Or, at least, not too much. "He hasn't told us his name yet, after all..." He said as he leaned out to check about the corridors being clear from Dragon-puppies and taking Ein's hand leading her toward Gene's lab.
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Hailfire looked impressed with the catch and hummed along to the serenade, continuing the song after he left off. She looped her arm through his and allowed herself to be guided along to the infirmary. Despite their dubious relationship status, the dastardly duo of Last Chance definitely didn’t make being stationed there dull at all. Hailfire was quite thankful for Drachen’s work; smaller medics seemed to be able to find and fix more problems than ones around her size.

"I think I can do something for that... Might need to get a closer look at those love bites you got though."

At that the fiery head gave a loud whine, not letting its master forget that it had taken a beating too. She comforted it through their link, mentally crooning to it that it would be feeling better soon if it could just hold off for a few more moments. Hailfire was clearly attached to the AI units that made up her ranged weaponry.

"Thank you for your service today Hailfire. I'll look after the pup for now. You're relieved until further notice. But next time, do remember I enjoy a game of poker too..."

“I will,” she chuckled. “Thank you, sir.”

"Comon babe, we need to play doctor. I'll fix you real good..."

Hailfire rumbled loudly, clearly annoyed at the tug. She just as easily could have dug her heels in and refused to move instead of muttering an irritated “Yes, yes” and complying. Dragon-type Mutos aren’t slow-thinking creatures, just slow to make decisions when their life isn’t on the line. In battle, everything is in hyperdrive for them but once the ‘adrenaline’ wears off this flavor of Mutos basically become sloths.

Once in the infirmary, Hailfire made her choice of cot, a larger model specially designed for reploids bigger than the norm, and sat down patiently. The cot had hookups for fuel, oil, really anything a reploid would need to survive after a bit of combat outside of needing armor to be patched up. That job was best left to those like Drachen, as many reploids had unique armor that had special needs to attend to.

A mechanical hiss came from Hailfire’s back and the fiery head’s flaming horns shrunk ever-so-slightly, the flames burning lazily as its fuel line had been disconnected. The nozzle in each of their mouths retracted as their non-combat mode took over. They were practically disarmed now, unless some idiot stuck a hand in their mouth or in the flames of the red one. “Could you drag over their spare bodies? They’re much easier to work on when not attached to me and lil’ red is going to need some extra attention.”

She let Drachen do the work he needed to and complied with what he asked of her. It’s usually best not to argue with or anger a medic. “Isn’t it cute? The other AI units like him already.” Hailfire suddenly realized she needed to clarify just who ‘he’ was. “Ah, the stray we picked up I mean. Zweiton. I’m sure you’ll get to meet him soon enough.”

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Zweiton was curled up in a little ball, hands protecting his neck, when the last of the bots finally crawled off him. A few tiny cuts here and there from their none-too gentle roughhousing crisscrossed his arms and clothes. All superficial, but they stung a little. He felt safe enough to chance a peek and saw some very large metal paws surrounded by an entourage of mechanical reptiles.

"Zweiton, if you'd be so kind as to join me in my office."

He scrambled to his feet when he realized he was being addressed. This must have been the one Hailfire had been talking about. He followed after Wolff, briefly glancing over his shoulder at the others before continuing.

When he sat himself down in Wolff’s office, Zweiton eventually wouldn’t stop fidgeting as the other went over the data. He was absolutely nervous, never having met someone in such a high position, and the silence was about to drive him crazy when the Commander finally spoke up.

Zweiton listened intently. Dr. Eichel tried not to play favorites with his ‘children’—tried being the key word. But looking back on it Zweiton did receive a little more attention than the others, though he couldn’t see why. The others were stronger, or prettier, or faster at solving problems than he was. Compared to the other prototypes he was just… pitifully average. So why did the doctor favor him? What did Eichel see in Zweiton that the others didn’t have and that he himself could not see?

At the thought of the kind old doctor he’d once proudly called Father, anger burned at him. Deep below it raged at a faceless enemy that had taken away the only life he had known and destroyed his friends and family. His hands clenched; if Zweiton left the base like this there’s no telling what he’d do. Most likely in his state he’d get himself killed. He needed some sort of stability, and badly.

Eichel had often warned him about how anger could consume and destroy, like a cigarette left unchecked turning into a wildfire. And when it burned itself out there would be nothing left of you to salvage. Protect those who cannot protect themselves.. Zweiton mused, visibly relaxing as he realized he had hunched his shoulders in his thoughts. …and stop it from happening again.

He tried to process what Wolff was saying, but it was hard for him to pay attention. Zweiton’s mind kept wandering from his own thoughts, to the day’s events, and back again. Some part of him still thought this was just some horrible nightmare and when he went to sleep he’d wake up and see his siblings, the staff, and Dr. Eichel himself. Everything would be how it was and how it should be. “I need some time to think..” He couldn’t go back home, that was for sure; home was encased in an icy coffin, a frozen mass grave filled with bodies, so for now he was stuck here.

“What—“ Zweiton paused and looked away, trying to collect what little remained of his rattled nerves. He didn’t know how to phrase his question in a way that wouldn’t be accusatory. But it burned at him, and he couldn’t leave the office without asking it. So once again he turned to look at Wolff, visibly upset.

“What took you so long?”
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Pcs: Gear
Npcs: Seele

"Guh... How many more times do I have to compress this energy into a sword?" Gear groaned, looking at his reinforced armor equipped to his hands allowing him to reach and grab pure energy capsules before applying it to the collection of narrowed energy on the nearby bench. The shape was that of a saber of energy... Once enough had been added, and the shape did not come off as weird, it would be tested in activating and deactivating to ensure parameters remained.

"As many as it takes for the weapon to retain its shape each and every time it is activated. Too little, and the weapon will be easily destroyed even when attacking. Too much, and you can overload the weapon, causing the user injury. The perfect amount will allow the weapon to not only retain its shape, but remain sturdy enough to survive opposing strikes. This is a very serious aspect and you must learn to practice it." Seele retorted, sitting on a nearby crate as he inspected his own weapon.

In truth, the practice was pitifully easy, but he allowed himself a chance to mess with Gear just a little to make sure he took his job seriously.

"Hey... Why do you use that archaic weapon anyway? Most people these days use energy weapons, with solids only being reserved for high-damage impact weapons. Wouldn't it be far more efficient for you to use a Beam Saber or something?" the curious reploid asked, as Seele looked up. Though it was hard to see his eyes behind the visor, he knew the question amused his watcher.

"Me and this sword... Have an understanding. Here, let me show you. Your sword looks quite strong. Test it against my blade, and see how it measures up. I will not attack." he smiled, outstretching his arm and holding the sword in one hand. The pose itself looked dangerous enough that if a Beam Saber was swung at him, it would have surely damaged part of him... However, he seemed confident in whatever he had planned.

"W-well... I can try it. But if you get hurt, you asked for it." Gear quickly added, before he took hold of the beam saber and test-swung it. It wouldn't be the first melee weapon he ever held, but he wasn't the most proficient with sabers anyway. He held more of a preference to the unique Recoil Rod-class of weapons. Nevertheless, he raced at Seele and swung down with an overhead slam, as Seele raised the blade up a bit to better catch the weapon.

All Gear could do was watch as the contacting blades caused the solid one to emit a shrill squeak. The blade glowed for a moment, before the beam saber shattered into numerous particles, being drawn into the solid blade a moment later. All Gear had to show for it was a hurt ego and an empty emitter...

... Which he would now have to start from scratch to make again.

"W... What the heck was that!?" Gear asked, frantically waving the emitter around, hoping there was some energy left, but nothing. All the while, Seele smiled before sitting down, inspecting his weapon once more.

"This... Is my weapon. There are no others like it, and so this one is my own." he quipped, seeming to distort a line he heard somewhere in life, before he pointed to the workbench. "As for you... You have some more work to do. Were that blade properly made, it would not have shattered so easily. So... Again, from the beginning." he finished, enjoying this far more than he should have.

All Gear could do was grumble as he tried to follow every step required to begin recreating the Beam Saber.
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STYX BASE | GARAGE
Pcs: Chaos
Npcs: Red Fisher


His skeletal frame seemed almost humorous in comparison with the larger, more impressive Chimera's as he sauntered up, making a late appearance with the sloshing bottle of synth-ale in his claw. He grinned and found his old friend, still not over calling him by his old name. "Hey Lion, thought you could use this after that mission tonight, or this morning I should say."

Red Fisher extended his arm, holding out the container of specially purposed alcohol. It wasn't a secret that reploids could enjoy many of the same activities humans could. Though they tried to appear more professional and above the vices of their human creators. Others however took liberally to all life had to offer. "Pity we can't get Hydra in on this, I found a good one down at the bazaar after doing some recon today."

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STYX BASE | WOLF'S OFFICE

Pcs: Zweiton
Npcs: Wolff


“I need some time to think..”

"Understandible..." He spoke with a cool detachment he fought his hardest not to let consume him. He was supposed to be professional and not let emotion into the mix, but now he knew he couldn't let himself appear a completely cold and indifferent monster, no matter how much instinct just wanted to shut everything out and make the world a place of facts, numbers and truth.

“What—“

Without flinching he regarded the android boy and waited for him to finish his question. He knew it was waiting behind those eyes. Rage, something to lash out at, fear, every emotion he had suppressed in order to survive and escape that nightmare.

“What took you so long?”

"To answer that you need to understand that we are at the far reaches of civilization, that people locate here, and are sent here not to be found. Our equipment isn't the best, and we are for the most part a forgotten aspect of Hunter Command," he spoke with as little affect as possible, not wanting to provoke another outburst in the reasonably upset Zweiton. He could see some of himself in his eyes and wondered, if just this once he should speak up, try to relate to someone.

It was something so alien to him to try...

"We are used to responding to breaking up bar fights, to guarding shipments from dune bandits. We are understaffed and we are combat ineffective. We didn't respond in time to save everyone Zweiton. But if we had arrived earlier, with the shear numbers of opposition, we would have been fighting our way in for some time and chances are there would not have been a difference made."

It was sadly true. The brunt of the attack had been carried out by then and the rest were left to clean up loose ends. Zweiton was lucky to have been unnoticed until that time but there was no point in saying it.

"I was brought into the hunters in a similar way. I do not know if it was a blessing or not that I didn't remember my creator. I only remember waking up in the dark, and finding my way out. I was found by a Hunter patrol that was looking for evidence of terrorism in my place of origin. I had no home, and then suddenly, I had gained a family," he didn't try to sound convincing, or grateful. Only explain that he himself had been lost once.

"If you want to shoot me, I wouldn't stop you. That's the thing about us, we aren't as fragile as our human parents. We can survive so much more," Wolff sighed and the drago-bot on his desk looked lulled to a calm sleep by his voice as he reached up to rub his own shoulder.

"There was a wish made when you were created. Do you remember what it was? Did Eichel tell you what it was? That's something I will never have Zweiton. Try to remember."

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STYX BASE | INFIRMARY

Pcs: Hailfire
Npcs: Drachen

After helping pull off some of the excess armor, the more skeletal frame of a reploid would be beneath. Basically a lithe copy of their fully outfitted bodies. Red Fisher seemed to only sport armor minimally and could technically be called somewhat naked for most of the time. Drachen was rather courteous though and offered up a blanket for modesty to his long-time partner in crime. Even if they weren't human and didn't have the same sensibilities, they seemed to carry much of what humanity considered good and 'proper' behavior. And as such, he was behaving like any nurse examining a patient. One he still found rather attractive.

“Could you drag over their spare bodies? They’re much easier to work on when not attached to me and lil’ red is going to need some extra attention.”


"I wouldn't say I was already prepared since I never doubt your way with men on a battlefield, but I did keep them handy. I worry, so sue me. I'm probably due for some malpractice anyway," he smirked and wheeled the little dragon-bot spare bodies over and helped detatch the fire head he had affectionately just named Trogdor in his own mind, and clicked it into place, letting it adjust to it's surroundings for a moment while he did what he was known for. A reverse to his own energy draining properties, along with that same alteration to his wither unit allowed for him to do repairs without getting too heavy with the power tools. At least for where Hailfire had been hit on the shoulder.

That tail on the other-hand...

“Isn’t it cute? The other AI units like him already.”


"Can I please call him Trogdor babe? That or burninator?" He chuckled and let the purplish energy flow from the open irises on his palms. Even when using supplementary energy, it still did tax him a bit. Not that he minded for this. He also didn't have any other patients he could call 'babe' without getting odd looks or a punch in the face.

“Ah, the stray we picked up I mean. Zweiton. I’m sure you’ll get to meet him soon enough.”

"This base is no place for kids though, except the free-labor ones. Einhorn and Gear? That Azzy one seems a bit too smart to fall for it. But eh, maybe we should try to make him feel comfortable. As much as you can in this scenic beachside property," he hummed contently, leaving Hailfire without blemish except for the tail he'd have to tackle with the 'big one'.

He looked a bit like an old timey gunslinger, walking up to the carefully placed limb on the infirmary table and quickly placed his palms over it, forcing it to accept the repairs as a container of Gene's experimental living metal crawled over into the missing portions.

"Arise my minion!" he cackled and after what seemed like an eternity, turned around and held up the now pristine limb, ready to reattach it to it's owner.

"Armor will take me a bit longer babe..." he smirked and ambled back over to her and started to add the last bit of Gene's special treatment to where the limb had been severed. "Hey, I can say I got some tail at least..."

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STYX BASE | RESEARCH AND DEVELOPMENT

Pcs: Azhrarn
Npcs: Gene Replete, Einhorn


"We should check on Hydra?"

"I'm not sure if we want to be party to that. I can only imagine what they do in there, and that's nothing I even try to do," Einhorn winced a bit and wondered if Azhrarn understood was was going on. When he continued she let out a relieved sigh he wouldn't pursue the matter.

"On a second thought..."

"...maybe we should leave them alone and go check on our ghostly friend?"


"Our ghostly friend is less apt to be using the infirmary beds against purposes outlined in their warranties," she muttered and nodded to him, agreeing and also rather curious as to what Gene was up to with their find. She found herself more and more used to the idea of a ghost since they left the labs. After fighting on the roof and nearly freezing to death, a lost ghost seemed the least of their problems.

"He hasn't told us his name yet, after all..."

"You know, he might not even remember it..."

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Gene had set the cannister within a larger scanning device beside her desk, and as it hovered inside the tube, lines of data were drawn from it and being displayed for her to read over. She didn't notice the two coming in at first, instead just looking over the output with a rather focused expression. It seemed odd for the woman who usually wore a disarming smile. DNA-metal NN was currently resting in a tank at the other end of her desk, it's belly distended from a full meal of energy it was slowly working through.

Every now and then it's little legs would extend as it stretched out and then promptly rolled to it's other side to continue napping.

"Fascinating... It's almost as if it's a blank soul," she muttered and the sphere of light pulsated gently when the other two entered the room.

"Um... Science Officer Replete? Any more clues as to what he is? Or she?" Ein spoke quietly, though when Gene reached back to grab her shoulder she nearly jumped out of her own feet.

"Yes! It's from before the repliforce wars it seems. I'm still not sure if we'll ever know all the details though. It contains some data but there are many holes I can't patch. I can however rework it into something else..." she looked toward Nini sleeping contently in his tank.

"I even asked it and it seemed to want to stay. Otherwise it wouldn't be ethical at all..." Gene added, as if she were considering it anyways.


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"I'm not sure if we want to be party to that. I can only imagine what they do in there, and that's nothing I even try to do,"

Azhrarn raised an eyebrow, wondering what she meant with her comment about trying to do. As naive as he could have been, he was aware of the pleasure appeal of their mating procedures to humans but at the same time he wondered if reploids did partake or enjoyed such activities. Granted that's where his knowledge stopped, despite his own very detailed anatomy, the knight-like reploid never explored too much that realm.

And he was too knightly to inquire further to a ladybot.

"Our ghostly friend is less apt to be using the infirmary beds against purposes outlined in their warranties,"

"Indeed..."

He wanted to make comments about how hopefully they wouldn't had to use the aforementioned infirmary bed even for the purposes outlined in their warranties, but he felt it was like jinxing bad luck on their following missions. Anyway he felt better to slowly walk away from the infirmary area, letting the Mutos to do their Mutos thingies and to focus back on their spectral friend.

"You know, he might not even remember it..."

"It would be pretty sad for him..."

The voice of the knight reploid was genuinely sad. "...with his friends gone, his memories would be everything left to him..." It was a very disheartening thought, something Azhrarn wondered about being able to bear himself. Without a real need for breathing, the reploid couldn't really sigh so his shoulder falling down were his own way to admit defeat against the injustices of life in this occasion. "...it's not fair..." He muttered to Ein before they entered Gene's lab.

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"Fascinating... It's almost as if it's a blank soul,"

"Um... Science Officer Replete? Any more clues as to what he is? Or she?"

"Yes! It's from before the repliforce wars it seems. I'm still not sure if we'll ever know all the details though. It contains some data but there are many holes I can't patch. I can however rework it into something else..."


When Ein got scared by Gene, Azhrarn was behind her, ready to place his hands on her shoulders to calm his friend. It was impressive how scary Gene's reputation was, or how deep Ein's mental scar regarding her could be. At the same time, the words he had heard about their spectral friend confirmed the fears he was harboring. A blank soul. That term, coupled with the reference to the many holes in the ghost's memory made him realize how sad and lonely his wait must have been. Waiting for something, but probably not even remembering what it was.

"I wonder if I'm destined to end up like that..." It was a whisper, something that probably only Ein could have managed to listen, so low his tune was.

"I even asked it and it seemed to want to stay. Otherwise it wouldn't be ethical at all..."

Azhrarn was about to make a comment about how from everything he had gathered about her, Ethical and Gene Replete didn't seemed to fit properly in the same sentence.

"I can somewhat understand why..." The Knight reploid said almost in a whisper. "It must be horrible to live eternally in the Cyberspace without any memory of what he had accomplished in life." He turned to look at the canister where their ghastly friend was waiting. "I think he wants to make some memories before going, to know he had made a difference, to remember what he did..." And in all honestly he wanted to help the Ghost to do so.

"What's he going to be reworked into though?"
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Pcs: Azhrarn
Npcs: Gene Replete, Einhorn


"I wonder if I'm destined to end up like that..."

She looked wistfully ahead, cupping one hand over the other against her chest. It was an unknown what happened to reploid souls in the end. Whether or not their departure to the great cyber-heaven was as calm and uneventful as the humans termed their own heaven. Just that some appeared to get stuck on their way out. Unfinished business... But how could any reploid ever truly say they were finished? How does one decide that...

"I can somewhat understand why...

"It must be horrible to live eternally in the Cyberspace without any memory of what he had accomplished in life."


"Sometimes we encounter helpful little ghosts in the programming. Humans call it luck, or coincidence. I'd like to think it was those who've moved on offering a helping hand, but even then, they don't seem lost at all. They have a purpose." She turned around inclining her head to gaze at the canister and giving it a soft brush with her fingertips.

"I think he wants to make some memories before going, to know he had made a difference, to remember what he did..."


"He or she is simply lost. But he knows what he wants. He wants to help who he was waiting for. And since you came to find him, he's decided that was you," Gene brought her hands back to her lap and nodded softly in agreement.

"What's he going to be reworked into though?"


"DNA-Metal NN was a fluke, but made by a similar process. My energies and those collected over a long period of time. And a template soul. There are enough in the ruins around here. Even the most simplistic of mechanoloid has a soul. And anything can grow when nurtured." She was getting to her point.

"So... you're going to use that living metal substance and make another Nini?" Ein inquired.

"Yes and no. Nini is Dark elementwise due to my own generous donations to his creation. His final reptilian shape is also oddly due to a mingling with my own digital dna. But like any child, where random chance is involved, you can never predict the final outcome," she was looking down at her lap and for once was explaining things in a way that wouldn't be as creepy a way possible.

"So I can guess we'll go on energy harvesting runs for the next few months," Ein smiled resignedly. "So he can properly form into a little armor guy for Azzie."

"I can handle the brunt of it, but yes, I'll be taking advantage of your training missions to sneak in a few orders of my own." Gene smiled cleverly.


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"Sometimes we encounter helpful little ghosts in the programming. Humans call it luck, or coincidence. I'd like to think it was those who've moved on offering a helping hand, but even then, they don't seem lost at all. They have a purpose."

"I don't know, you people may be better informed than me..."

Azhrarn voice was almost a whisper as he felt a little awkward talking about it. "...my parents, well they raised me almost like a human children rather than a proper Reploid..." His mind trailed trailed off as memories of the past flew back to him. The time spent with his mother, her body had been altered into a humanoid to allow her to survive a accident in the past, and his father whose health had been seriously ruined during said accident. "...I know very little about that, but I hope there is something similar for Humans..."

Wonder if the older brother or sister I didn't even got the chance to meet had a similar chance, wonder if my parents even thought about this...

"He or she is simply lost. But he knows what he wants. He wants to help who he was waiting for. And since you came to find him, he's decided that was you,"

"I'd be honored to accept his or her help..."

He kept for himself the thoughts about how he saw their ghastly friend as a sort of senior. Maybe it was the knightly looking remains they found near to the spectral entity, maybe it was the way the ghost spoke. It just felt somewhat warm and close to him, something he felt inherently good.

"DNA-Metal NN was a fluke, but made by a similar process. My energies and those collected over a long period of time. And a template soul. There are enough in the ruins around here. Even the most simplistic of mechanoloid has a soul. And anything can grow when nurtured."

"If that's so..."

He stopped, not really comfortable with that kind of talk. Being an archeologist and living with someone burdened with the stigma of having her body being altered, he had esperienced first hand how mechanical beings could be seen with distrust. Nature some called it, God some others did. Whatever the reasons, Reploid and Humans had fought against each other and killed each other. It was something that made him feel empty, sad, why if Humans and Reploids both had a soul they had to fight?

But again, before Reploids, Humans killed each other over languages or the color of their skin...

"So... you're going to use that living metal substance and make another Nini?" Ein inquired.

"Yes and no. Nini is Dark elementwise due to my own generous donations to his creation. His final reptilian shape is also oddly due to a mingling with my own digital dna. But like any child, where random chance is involved, you can never predict the final outcome,"


It makes me wonder, was this what mother and father wished for the outcome to be when they gifted my life upon me?

"So I can guess we'll go on energy harvesting runs for the next few months,"

"So he can properly form into a little armor guy for Azzie."

"I can handle the brunt of it, but yes, I'll be taking advantage of your training missions to sneak in a few orders of my own."


"I suppose it's only fair for me to help him growth when he offered so generously his help... Or her..."

Azhrarn was quite alright with that. After all the ghastly soul had decided to not go to the cyberspace, the Reploid equivalent of what his mother had called Heaven was for Humans, to help him. The same way, he felt to help the ghost back. Not for the armor, even if the thought made him curious, but for the good-will the other and now deceased knight had displayed toward him. Gathering energy was the least he could do.

"Sorry for getting you involved Ein, but I'd really appreciate the help and love the company during these energy hunts..."
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PROLOGUE ACT EXOGENESIS | END

Thanks to work by Gene and Einhorn, there are some new tools and skills available to the hunters after the last mission. Feel free to download and customize your skillsets after browsing whats in the armory! Remember, at this time you only have access to your original element chip (with exceptions of Hailfire and Chaos).


NEW - DATA

NEW Skill-type - Shot - Buster - Homing Multi-shot : Acquired from the analysis of Slipstream Pentarius's Swarm of Vipers buster technique. (Download Parameters: User gains a homing style shot usable with a buster weapon that can use an element of their choice. Naming schemes are as always, user discretion.)

Example: Einhorn uses a normal element chip and uses a buster shot that launches three blasts in orbit around eachother and names it 'Star Bolts.'


NEW Skill-type - Field - All Units - Defense : Acquired from the analysis of Grimfrost Gyrfalcon's Ice Blocks technique. (Download Parameters: User gains a utility attack, allowing the use of a defensive mass of energy determined by the element used. No special equipment is required. Naming schemes are as always, user discretion.)

Example: Chaos Chimera uses a electric element chip and launches a shocking field in front of him to stop an opponent front a direct assault and names it 'Storm Wall.'


NEW Skill-type - Spread - Aileron/Wing - Frontal-cone : Acquired from the analysis of Rimefrost Raptor's Blizzard Blast Wing technique. (Download Parameters: User gains a frontal cone element attack usable with a Wing attachment . Naming schemes are as always, user discretion.)

Example: Hailfire uses a fire element chip and uses her wings to spread a frontal conflagration and calls it 'Prominence Waves.'



NEW - CHIPS

Outside of your original element chips assigned at creation, you now have access to:

Ice and Wind


NEW - DNA-METALS

Nightmare Nidhoggr has grown since his last mission. He can now speak, though probably not that eloquently.

Argent Guivre is now completed and still in his infant stage. He requires feeding during the next mission as well as protection while he adapts. His ability to verbalize is limited, though his understanding is not.


NEW - TRAINING

For the rookies or anyone who wants it. During the break you can pick a mentor to have worked with for perfecting your fighting style. Veterans don't need to but could benefit from perhaps helping the newer recruits. Options:

Red Fisher
: Covert Operations, Stealth
Colonel Wolff : Strength and Element Control
Seele : Swordsmanship and Weapon Modification
Drachen : Medicine and Marksmanship
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