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The Mobius Strip Galaxy
Furcadia
Furcadia

Marc Zhang

Played by Rigby

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    ใ€ ๐šŠ๐š—๐šŠ๐š•๐šข๐šœ๐š’๐šœ - วฦƒnษŸษนวส‡qns - แตˆโฑหขโฑโฟแถ แต’สณแตแตƒแต—โฑแต’โฟ - ฮฃXฦฌะฏฮ›อ•ฬนอ™ฬฅฬœฬžแ„ƒฦฌฬจฬชIำจะŸ ใ€‘

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    CODE HACKER
    He has the knack. Excels at working within computer networks, and can skillfully extract information from said networks while circumventing any security or alarms. He can write code as gleefully and freewheelingly as he can evade or break it, and is a useful fellow when one wants to enhance security or forge alternate identities.

    MELEE
    A speed and agility based close-combatant. He's familiar with a variety of fighting styles, but he specializes in the usage of various styles of swords and blades.

    DIา‰SGฬขฬ–ฬฆฬฌฬผฬซอ•UฬงฬžฬฉฬฎISE
    Can adopt and invent personas on the fly; holoskins and tech complete this illusion. Is a skilled liar and actor, often appearing far more comfortable in these false personas than within his own. Ideal for information-gathering and infiltration.


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    BLADES: He generally carries daggers or short-swords of all makes - from mundane metals, to blades augmented with white-hot energy-filaments along the cutting edges, to full energy-swords - and when he's caught without, a retractable blade is integrated into the right wrist of his armor. His favorites are a pair of filament-augmented daggers that can be joined at the handle - time providing - to created a double-bladed sword.

    EMP: One grenade, capable of affecting a medium range and multiple targets.

    LUCKBREAKER: A homemade trinket about the size of an Earth thumb-drive, this key cycles through possible numerical codes, and is frequently utilized for opening locks or over-riding alarms when time and situations allow.

    PISTOL: Fires sharp bolts of super-heated plasma energy.

    WHIP: An interesting indulgence; a cord augmented with an ultrasonic and flexible beam of energy, for enhanced slashing capabilities. Devastating in situations in which short-ranged weaponry is preferred and the proper momentum can be gained, though leaves defenses wide open.

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    Marc's armor is an anonymous matte-black alloy, made foreboding by his height; this black is only broken by illuminated highlights along some plating and coldly impersonal eyes, acidic and neon green. Behind the eerie eyes lies an ever-active HUD display that feeds him a continuous stream of information, including GPS, navigation and tracking, thermal vision, information on most cataloged beings, and atmospheric readouts and changes.

    The highlights along his body appear to blend into and connect to his own custom vehicles or weapons; this lends to the appearance of a single cohesive unit.

    In what appears to be a perversion or mockery of the banner under which he once worked, some of his pieces are now emblazoned with a single, staring eye, surrounded by a plethora of skeletal, spidery arms that twist with the geometric angles of micro circuitry and seem greedily keen to reach into everything around it.

    On any system with an accommodating screen, if Marc wishes to be seen, he's often represented by a rather disarmingly cute, impish and rude animated version of this armored self.
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    โ•š BOOTS: When active, these enable great speed and the ability to quickly scale walls (or otherwise any surface that could support his weight) as if he were moving on proper land.
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    CLOAK: A gadget that can be worn anywhere, but one Marc typically attaches to his armor - or, more recently and benignly, around gear when out observing or collecting in the field. It's capable of bending light around itself in such a way that the person inside appears to vanish when he isn't moving; the keen-eyed would spot a humanoid shimmer or distortion when he does move One minute of charge = one minute of use; battery capacity can safely last up to five hours. Overheating may be a fair risk, unless it's utilizing the armor's charge.
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    HOLOSKIN: The capability to project a different appearance, whether it's masking and changing major features or creating or imitating another human, entirely. Marc has several programmed 'faces' - human and alien - he uses for reconnaissance missions. One minute of charge = one minute of use; battery capacity can safely last up to five hours. Overheating may be a fair risk, unless it's utilizing the armor's charge.
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    OVERSHIELD: Marc has not been kind to this, and with a specialty in melee and close-combat weaponry, it's hardly surprising why: this is a belt-based, generated overshield that, while effective, sharply diminishes its effectiveness with each successful blow. Requires charging. And probably repair. Eventually.



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    ใ€๏ปฟ๏ผ™๏ผ”๏ฝ‹๏ฝ‹๏ฝ‰ใ€‘


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    NAME: Wasabi
    (he was dead-set on Xigua ่ฅฟ็“œ - but another green-food related name happened to stick better)
    SPECIES: Gakki
    SEX: Female
    AGE: Juvenile

    CURIOUS - SHY - CUDDLER - FASCINATED BY SMALL ITEMS AND CREATURES




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      I can't remember their names.

      Why can't I remember their names?


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      He's right. It's worse when you know.
      USER: Dr. Vikram (Vik) Song
      I can't yet.

      They all still need me.

      I'm not done.



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      Oh, oh good, it's on, now, really do need to fix the connections on this thing...
      Yeah, it's me. Ah.

      Hi.

      I am Marc Zhang.

      It doesn't matter who I used to be, and maybe one day you'll understand that, too. But I chose to be Marc Zhang. Zhang Mวn zhรฉ. This is who I've worked to become, and this is who I hope sticks.

      By the time you find this, Baobao - if you find it - there might be a very real chance I won't be here.

      Which really sucks, honestly, 'cos...I would really, really like to meet you. All of you, who you are, who you'll become. And maybe that's why I'm recording this, long after Virg's asleep, waiting for other stuff to render.

      You're just on the brain.

      I think about you all the time. When I wake up, while I'm at work, playing with the animals. Even...at three in the morning, up for a snack or something, barely awake, probably still dreaming over our last save file in the 'Sphere or something. Everything's you, now. And I've never been so scared of anything as much as I am whenever I think of you finally showing up.

      And sometimes, I catch myself worrying that this is a mistake, what we're doing. We knew full well what the risks were, Virgo and I. 'Mean...how do I know something bad isn't gonna' happen, 'sure as it'll all come for me and her in the end?

      And the best answer I can come up with is...I don't.

      That's how it goes, isn't it? Life is unpredictable. I'm not where I thought I'd be even a year ago. I can't prepare you for everything. I can't stop you from making mistakes, and there's still so much about everything that needs fixing.

      But I can take care of you, and that's what this is.

      Hopefully these tapes won't be just...me shitting out my nerves every ten minutes or something. I can't guarantee that, I can barely make it through a normal day outside without needing a moment to myself and probably screaming at the wrong hug or some shit. And who knows, maybe we're in the good timeline and I don't need to record something like this at all. In which case these files could be the exact right spot to shit out my nerves.

      Also, don't say 'shit.' Well. Only do it when the bosses aren't looking. Do as I say and all that.

      (Ff...rrack, I have to start self-censoring, soon, don't I. Gross.)

      ...I don't know what 'legacy' means to most people, these days. Alpha's all about perpetual arrested-development, it hates moving on and letting go, and then Lux can't stand change. But don't ever allow that to get in the way, don't ever let people make the galaxy feel small, one way or the other. Don't ever let their fear of life keep you from living. Choose to be brave, choose to do good.

      Took me a while to get the hang of it, myself. Still working on it. But I learned it from the best: Nathan Delhart, Harpur Delhardt. Virgo Rahal.

      Those three were there when nobody else was. Remember those names. Remember those faces.

      ...the reason I watch tapes so often is because I don't remember what I should. And between us, I'd...pretend, sometimes. Might've been that I thought a long time ago, if I'd watch these tapes hard enough, I could recreate feeling of how much the people on 'em loved me.

      And at the end of all this, if we're somehow in the bad timeline, and you get through all of these and I'm not here, I did leave you with a choice, something I'd never had. It's not the coward's way out, for all I slammed Alpha just now; I guess I thought that...even if I can't see you, maybe someday you could see me. I didn't do it for me. If I'm gone, I'm gone.

      But I did it for you and I did it for Virgo.

      And whether or not you end up making that choice, I'd like to make this absolutely clear, so you're not finding yourself at twenty-two stuck guessing and watching tapes and grasping at whoever's around to be loved, at people just as needy and lonely as you:

      I love you, Baobao.

      And you're not even close to getting here, yet.

      How weird is that?!



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      It is the EMP that wakes him, rather than the gunshot.

      So the boy, gasping, forces himself from the coldsleep chamber. Crawls his way through ruined security. Guards and aides lie crumpled about, but he does not care about those people.

      It is in the room outside where he finds the man. This is where he stops.

      He was not a bad man, really. He had made a name working for the welfare of humans. Noble, before. A faceless creature, now. Hardly human at all. Clean entry. Clean exit. Brain melted, nothing left to save.

      The boy wonders if the man's last thoughts had felt as runny as the matter pooling around his head. His own certainly do.

      He pushes aside the thoughts that aren't his own. Assesses his situation. The perpetrator is gone. Likely did not know he was here. The EMP had taken the cameras. Knowledge of his very existence runs bright and orange on the ground.

      This is the moment in which the boy truly understands what it is to be human in this galaxy.


      ๏ฝฒใ‚“ไน‡ ๏พถใฎๅฐบ๏พ‘๏พš ๏พ‰ไธ‚, ๏พ˜ใฎใฒ'ๅฐบไน‡ ๏พ‘ ๏ฝฒใฎ๏ฝฒ๏พ‘๏พš ไนƒ๏พ‰๏ฝฒแ„ƒใ‚“!