The year is 2276 and the earth is dieing. Humanity is forced to live in large domed cities as the
natural radiation levels of the earth steadily increase. However the domes will only last so long.
Eventually even they will not be able to preserve life any longer.
Humanity has now come to the conclusion that the earth must be abandoned. Mankind must
find a new planet they can call home. Though this introduces a new problem. The closest planet that
could Viably sustain human life is already inhabited. So humanity must make a choice.
They could decide to use diplomacy to perhaps, share this new planet with it's current
inhabitants. Maybe they could have continued their search for a new planet that could sustain human
life, one that wasn't already inhabited. Though that's not the human way is it?
No, the only way humans can see their goal as attainable is through war. That's the only way
humanity gets what they want. Thats the only way they have ever known. Not even 300 years will
change that fact.
Humanity is however smart enough to know even with all their technological advances, a war in
a unknown world is something they are grievously unprepaired for. So the only logical next step
humanity can see, is the creation of a new militia. One comprised of super soldiers, enhanced through
experimentation. Soldiers created for the sole purpose of leading mankind in the assault for a new
home.
Thus the stations were built. Often refered to as the “farms” these five space stations orbit earths
collapsing atmosphere. It is here that through torturous experiments soldiers are created and raised to
be living weapons. These soldiers are no more than children. Some orphaned at birth others sold like
cattle upon conception. All no more than test subjects to be used and discarded like trash when they
provided no further use. Solely for the purpose of an unnecessary war.
Twenty-Five years later, after the establishment of these stations. On Februrary 23 in the year
2301, the soldiers humanity created to fight for them began to fight against them. We are those soldiers,
(The stations are alpha, beta, gamma, delta, Epsilon.... Alpha station experiments with alien DNA being integrated into human fetuses. Beta station experiments with Dark Matter. gamma station experiments with radiation and exposure. Delta station experiments with cybernetic enhancements. And finally Epsilon station experiments with Animal Graphing and DNA merging.)
natural radiation levels of the earth steadily increase. However the domes will only last so long.
Eventually even they will not be able to preserve life any longer.
Humanity has now come to the conclusion that the earth must be abandoned. Mankind must
find a new planet they can call home. Though this introduces a new problem. The closest planet that
could Viably sustain human life is already inhabited. So humanity must make a choice.
They could decide to use diplomacy to perhaps, share this new planet with it's current
inhabitants. Maybe they could have continued their search for a new planet that could sustain human
life, one that wasn't already inhabited. Though that's not the human way is it?
No, the only way humans can see their goal as attainable is through war. That's the only way
humanity gets what they want. Thats the only way they have ever known. Not even 300 years will
change that fact.
Humanity is however smart enough to know even with all their technological advances, a war in
a unknown world is something they are grievously unprepaired for. So the only logical next step
humanity can see, is the creation of a new militia. One comprised of super soldiers, enhanced through
experimentation. Soldiers created for the sole purpose of leading mankind in the assault for a new
home.
Thus the stations were built. Often refered to as the “farms” these five space stations orbit earths
collapsing atmosphere. It is here that through torturous experiments soldiers are created and raised to
be living weapons. These soldiers are no more than children. Some orphaned at birth others sold like
cattle upon conception. All no more than test subjects to be used and discarded like trash when they
provided no further use. Solely for the purpose of an unnecessary war.
Twenty-Five years later, after the establishment of these stations. On Februrary 23 in the year
2301, the soldiers humanity created to fight for them began to fight against them. We are those soldiers,
(The stations are alpha, beta, gamma, delta, Epsilon.... Alpha station experiments with alien DNA being integrated into human fetuses. Beta station experiments with Dark Matter. gamma station experiments with radiation and exposure. Delta station experiments with cybernetic enhancements. And finally Epsilon station experiments with Animal Graphing and DNA merging.)
Nailah woke up on a rickety grey bed. she starred up at the boring ceiling and then out a small circular window. She starred into the vast emptiness that was space. With a sigh she sat up and moved her large bird like feet to the cold metal floor. She tapped her three toed taloned feet for a few seconds before standing up . She paced around the room for she knew she was about to get escorted to her daily training session.
She cracked her neck as she heard a beeping sound outside her door. Two large guards stood at the door as it slid open. They ordered her to follow them as the entered her cell like room. She Agreed though only after she would struggle and try and claw a guards eyes out a few times. Whenever she would try this she would always end up with a shock baton to her gut. After which she would comply with their orders and allow herself to be calmly walked to where they wanted her to go. For she knew if she didn't they would "Terminate" Her like they've done to so many others.
She was escorted through the halls of Station epsilon, one guard in front of her and one guard behind. The guard behind her held a shock baton to her back ready to use it if she stepped out of line. Though her long long grey Feathers that protruded from her arms and tail bone were so long they almost made him trip three times. She couldn't contain a snicker each time and each time she got a low voltage shock.
Finally after entering an area Nailah didn't recognize she was pushed through a large white door, into a large white empty room. she carefully observed the room. It was simple four walls completely white and with small white benches lined up in rows. As she observed the room a door on the opposite side of the room a door opened and a Young boy was shoved inside. He has yellow skin with splotches of black , his eyes are completely black, he has antenna sticking out of his forehead and large bug like wings on his back. He stood up quickly and tried to run out the door but it shut in his face before he could.
"You're from Alpha station right?" Nailah called from where she stood "Whats your name.... and i mean your name not your code" The boy looked back at Nailah and nodded "Kitt" He said with with a almost buzz in his voice "you're from epsilon right?, whats your name" He asked and Nailah nodded "Nailah" She said just as another door on a different part of the room opened and girl was pushed through after her another boy and another after him. This continued on Until Nailah decided to take a head count. she walked over to one of the white benches at the center of the room. Though she didn't sit down instead she stepped up on top and started to count all the people she could see.
"lets see.... 5 from alpha.. 3 from beta... 5 from gamma.. 4 from delta .... and me from epsilon" She said aloud to her self as she put one of her talon fingers to her chin. "if i assume that 5 is the max from each station... that means the doors still have to open 7 more times" As she spoke to herself another door in the room swung open and this time a boy was thrown through.
His whole body was covered in green scales and his eyes were reptilian like Nailahs "Atlas?" Nailah said as she jumped down from the bench she was standing on and hurried over to the scaled boy. The boy looked up at the avian girl and quickly jumped to his feet "Nailah.. why are you here... where are we.. whats going on?"
"Atlas ..slow down.... one question at a time.... and to answer all of them ... i don't know" Nailah said as she poked Atlas on the forehead with her talon. "that makes two of us from epsilon now" She said to herself as she turned her attention back to the crowd of experimented children.
"They've never put this many of us from different stations together before... what could they be planning" Atlas said as he walked a little further into the room. "I have no idea... but it can't be good" Nailah said as she followed the reptilian boy.
She cracked her neck as she heard a beeping sound outside her door. Two large guards stood at the door as it slid open. They ordered her to follow them as the entered her cell like room. She Agreed though only after she would struggle and try and claw a guards eyes out a few times. Whenever she would try this she would always end up with a shock baton to her gut. After which she would comply with their orders and allow herself to be calmly walked to where they wanted her to go. For she knew if she didn't they would "Terminate" Her like they've done to so many others.
She was escorted through the halls of Station epsilon, one guard in front of her and one guard behind. The guard behind her held a shock baton to her back ready to use it if she stepped out of line. Though her long long grey Feathers that protruded from her arms and tail bone were so long they almost made him trip three times. She couldn't contain a snicker each time and each time she got a low voltage shock.
Finally after entering an area Nailah didn't recognize she was pushed through a large white door, into a large white empty room. she carefully observed the room. It was simple four walls completely white and with small white benches lined up in rows. As she observed the room a door on the opposite side of the room a door opened and a Young boy was shoved inside. He has yellow skin with splotches of black , his eyes are completely black, he has antenna sticking out of his forehead and large bug like wings on his back. He stood up quickly and tried to run out the door but it shut in his face before he could.
"You're from Alpha station right?" Nailah called from where she stood "Whats your name.... and i mean your name not your code" The boy looked back at Nailah and nodded "Kitt" He said with with a almost buzz in his voice "you're from epsilon right?, whats your name" He asked and Nailah nodded "Nailah" She said just as another door on a different part of the room opened and girl was pushed through after her another boy and another after him. This continued on Until Nailah decided to take a head count. she walked over to one of the white benches at the center of the room. Though she didn't sit down instead she stepped up on top and started to count all the people she could see.
"lets see.... 5 from alpha.. 3 from beta... 5 from gamma.. 4 from delta .... and me from epsilon" She said aloud to her self as she put one of her talon fingers to her chin. "if i assume that 5 is the max from each station... that means the doors still have to open 7 more times" As she spoke to herself another door in the room swung open and this time a boy was thrown through.
His whole body was covered in green scales and his eyes were reptilian like Nailahs "Atlas?" Nailah said as she jumped down from the bench she was standing on and hurried over to the scaled boy. The boy looked up at the avian girl and quickly jumped to his feet "Nailah.. why are you here... where are we.. whats going on?"
"Atlas ..slow down.... one question at a time.... and to answer all of them ... i don't know" Nailah said as she poked Atlas on the forehead with her talon. "that makes two of us from epsilon now" She said to herself as she turned her attention back to the crowd of experimented children.
"They've never put this many of us from different stations together before... what could they be planning" Atlas said as he walked a little further into the room. "I have no idea... but it can't be good" Nailah said as she followed the reptilian boy.
A somewhat bulky robot stands idly in front of their superiors on the deck of the one of the stations. They knew the humans were talking about them, but they remained quiet. There was no need to place in their own input. Yet.
"... I'm telling you, Craft would be great on the frontlines."
"He's a repair bot. What good could he possible do on the battlefield?"
The robot, EN47-997B, also known as Craft, frankly could not care about this. Nor do they care that they refer to the robot as "he." Though it is true that their voice box emits tones and frequencies similar to the voice of an adult male human, as a robot, Craft has no sex organs, thus they lack a true gender. Despite this, the robot did start listening when a crewman from the repair deck called to the captain through a video call channel.
"Sir, there is an issue along a length of the particle drive cables in sector 4B. We can't pinpoint what exactly, but it's in the Cube Station."
"Are they in any of the cells?"
The engineer briefly checks a different monitor. "No, sir. I can't get any men over there, though. We still trying to fix the damages... er, you-know-who made when they breached their cell."
"I see. Thank you, Corporal." The captain turns to Craft. "You got all that?"
"Affirmative."
"Get to it."
"Yes, Captain." Craft promptly takes their leave, exiting the deck through the elevator. As they travel downwards, the automaton scrolls through their memory banks, seeking the layout and schematics of Sector 4B. Finding said information, they exit the elevator at Sector 4, and promptly hike over to Area B. They receive stares from guards and staff alike, but they are used to it. Being one the few remaining 997B models means that very few of the younger humans have seen the likes of Craft. All the same, the robot does not care. They are not interfering with the task at hand, so let them stare.
Upon arrival, Craft finds there is quite a few guards in this area. They move up the hall, where the careful eyes of watchmen and women monitor them. After sweeping the walls of the hall with their scanner, and nearly making a trigger-happy guard ignite their shock pike, they find there is no access ports, terminals, or panels to reach the cables. After briefly searching through the data of the layout, as it turns out, the engineer from the call is correct in that the cables are within the walls of the sector. However, the panels are in the cells. Which contain the hazardous experiments.
Log 4327, June 4th, 2276. Note: Advise the captain to fire the engineer responsible for the creation of the particle drive panels where experiments can access them.
Seeking the nearest cell, they attempt to enter, but is halted by a one of two guards in front of the door. He stands in front of the door while his fellow guard gawks at him.
"Halt. Only Level 4 Clearance Personal may enter."
His friend only sighs, annoyed, and forces the other guard to lower his pike. "You really need to get in on the hubbub around here, Jim." He addresses Craft. "Sorry, man." He gestures to Jim. "Newbie over here doesn't know how some of the things work around here."
Jim scowls. "Don't call me that, Bob."
Bob rolls his eyes. "Whatever. Go on in, Craft."
The four-armed machine, annoyed themself at Jim's incompetence, enters the chamber, ducking on their way in. "Thank you." As the door shuts behind them, they look around, seeking the panel. They witness a strange group of humanoids. One appears to be similar to a reptile, another has buglike traits, the next one seems to be generally human in appearance, and another is much like an avian, and many more. They all seem to be young in appearance.
Though it should not, it bugs Craft that they still seem to not be mindless creatures, despite the files of other experiments referring to them as otherwise.
The bot turns and finds the panel near the door. They quickly approach the panel, and start to open it.
"... I'm telling you, Craft would be great on the frontlines."
"He's a repair bot. What good could he possible do on the battlefield?"
The robot, EN47-997B, also known as Craft, frankly could not care about this. Nor do they care that they refer to the robot as "he." Though it is true that their voice box emits tones and frequencies similar to the voice of an adult male human, as a robot, Craft has no sex organs, thus they lack a true gender. Despite this, the robot did start listening when a crewman from the repair deck called to the captain through a video call channel.
"Sir, there is an issue along a length of the particle drive cables in sector 4B. We can't pinpoint what exactly, but it's in the Cube Station."
"Are they in any of the cells?"
The engineer briefly checks a different monitor. "No, sir. I can't get any men over there, though. We still trying to fix the damages... er, you-know-who made when they breached their cell."
"I see. Thank you, Corporal." The captain turns to Craft. "You got all that?"
"Affirmative."
"Get to it."
"Yes, Captain." Craft promptly takes their leave, exiting the deck through the elevator. As they travel downwards, the automaton scrolls through their memory banks, seeking the layout and schematics of Sector 4B. Finding said information, they exit the elevator at Sector 4, and promptly hike over to Area B. They receive stares from guards and staff alike, but they are used to it. Being one the few remaining 997B models means that very few of the younger humans have seen the likes of Craft. All the same, the robot does not care. They are not interfering with the task at hand, so let them stare.
Upon arrival, Craft finds there is quite a few guards in this area. They move up the hall, where the careful eyes of watchmen and women monitor them. After sweeping the walls of the hall with their scanner, and nearly making a trigger-happy guard ignite their shock pike, they find there is no access ports, terminals, or panels to reach the cables. After briefly searching through the data of the layout, as it turns out, the engineer from the call is correct in that the cables are within the walls of the sector. However, the panels are in the cells. Which contain the hazardous experiments.
Log 4327, June 4th, 2276. Note: Advise the captain to fire the engineer responsible for the creation of the particle drive panels where experiments can access them.
Seeking the nearest cell, they attempt to enter, but is halted by a one of two guards in front of the door. He stands in front of the door while his fellow guard gawks at him.
"Halt. Only Level 4 Clearance Personal may enter."
His friend only sighs, annoyed, and forces the other guard to lower his pike. "You really need to get in on the hubbub around here, Jim." He addresses Craft. "Sorry, man." He gestures to Jim. "Newbie over here doesn't know how some of the things work around here."
Jim scowls. "Don't call me that, Bob."
Bob rolls his eyes. "Whatever. Go on in, Craft."
The four-armed machine, annoyed themself at Jim's incompetence, enters the chamber, ducking on their way in. "Thank you." As the door shuts behind them, they look around, seeking the panel. They witness a strange group of humanoids. One appears to be similar to a reptile, another has buglike traits, the next one seems to be generally human in appearance, and another is much like an avian, and many more. They all seem to be young in appearance.
Though it should not, it bugs Craft that they still seem to not be mindless creatures, despite the files of other experiments referring to them as otherwise.
The bot turns and finds the panel near the door. They quickly approach the panel, and start to open it.
The door opened once again, and this time, a young man was prodded through. His face had small spots of dried blood on it, and his coat was slightly torn in places.
Solian looked around the cell he was placed in, and sighed. He counted 21 people, including himself. His eyes alighted on a boy lying on the ground, apparently in bewielderment. Solian pitied him, but he couldn't help him now. He had to focus on the others right now.
A large robot was lumbering across the room, and a winged girl was stalking her way to it. Again, Solian felt the want to intervene, but he had to analyze everything right now.
Solian considered his options. He had no weapons, the guards were probably only too trigger happy to activate his collar, and the area was secure. All in all, not great odds. He needed a plan. But before that, he needed information.
The most crucial bit right now was which station were they on. Each station was designed to hold its occupants and their specific powers. If he could figure out the station, he could figure out the weakness. And Solian had an idea. He started walking to the robot.
Solian looked around the cell he was placed in, and sighed. He counted 21 people, including himself. His eyes alighted on a boy lying on the ground, apparently in bewielderment. Solian pitied him, but he couldn't help him now. He had to focus on the others right now.
A large robot was lumbering across the room, and a winged girl was stalking her way to it. Again, Solian felt the want to intervene, but he had to analyze everything right now.
Solian considered his options. He had no weapons, the guards were probably only too trigger happy to activate his collar, and the area was secure. All in all, not great odds. He needed a plan. But before that, he needed information.
The most crucial bit right now was which station were they on. Each station was designed to hold its occupants and their specific powers. If he could figure out the station, he could figure out the weakness. And Solian had an idea. He started walking to the robot.
He woke up in a dark cell with one light source coming from the roof. The walls were stained with dry blood and he was chained by the neck to the wall. He looked down and saw... that he was missing one arm and a leg. ``AH!`` He looked around for anybody ``ANYONE HERE!?`` He sad as he looked around. Suddenly a bright light was shining in his face. He put his arm in front of his face to shield himself from the light. He heard... a voice! It said ``Are you Subject 2465?`` the voice said as it got closer. ``Uh.. yes?`` he said confused hoping that the voice would get him out. As he said this he was unchained from the wall by somebody. ``Who are you?`` he said even more confused. ``Shut up and come with us.`` The voice said as he was picked up. He was walked out of the room and brought into an operating room.
There was a man in a surgical suit but it appears that he was wearing a welding mask? He was set down on the table and was strapped down. ``Hey what's happ-`` he was cut off by a breathing mask placed over his mouth. He looked around and next to him was a table with one robotic arm and one robotic leg. "Oh shit" he thought. The man t he welding mask walked over to the table and picked up the leg. It had some sort of plug on it. The man moved over to Percy's leg and then shoved the to sharp plugs into his stump of a leg. A shot of pain was sent through his body and then the man pulled out a welder and welded it to his leg. The man did the same for the arm aswell. He was unstrapped and was walked to a transport ship. He landed in a large room and was brought out. He was left in front of A wolf, A robot, A bloodied up man, and a strange bird lady with nobody else but him and those four individuals. ``Hello?``
There was a man in a surgical suit but it appears that he was wearing a welding mask? He was set down on the table and was strapped down. ``Hey what's happ-`` he was cut off by a breathing mask placed over his mouth. He looked around and next to him was a table with one robotic arm and one robotic leg. "Oh shit" he thought. The man t he welding mask walked over to the table and picked up the leg. It had some sort of plug on it. The man moved over to Percy's leg and then shoved the to sharp plugs into his stump of a leg. A shot of pain was sent through his body and then the man pulled out a welder and welded it to his leg. The man did the same for the arm aswell. He was unstrapped and was walked to a transport ship. He landed in a large room and was brought out. He was left in front of A wolf, A robot, A bloodied up man, and a strange bird lady with nobody else but him and those four individuals. ``Hello?``
another door opened as Nailah spoke to atlas and this time a robot came through. "hmm" Nailah said to herself "Is that craft.?" She asked mainly to herself but also to Atlas.
Atlas looked over at the bot and said "You mean the old model robot that the engineers are always talking about ..I think so.. he worked on the wiring in the block 3 nursery once when we were still going through experimentation."
"hmmm" Nailah hummed to herself as she followed the robot with her eyes.." I might have an idea" She said as she started to make her way over to craft, her talons tapping against the floor with every step she made.
Nailah looked over at Solian as he walked over to craft at the same moment she did. she locked eyes with him for a moment before she stepped back a few feet . This was a silent way of saying "you first" she gestured slightly towards the robot with her wing just as another door not far from them slid open and a boy from Delta station was thrown in. He laid on the floor looking at everyone.
"Hello" he said but no one responded to him Nailah instead just scoffed. "huh.. fresh meat...There goes my theory about us being the best fighters of our stations... your probably not even trained" She spoke sourly now, different from the tone she carried when she spoke to Atlas, the Reptilian boy from her station. Or even Kit the first boy who arrived from alpha station.
Nailah averted her gaze from the new guy who still laid on the floor. She now watched as Solian approached Craft. and waited to see how he would handle the maintenance machine.
Atlas looked over at the bot and said "You mean the old model robot that the engineers are always talking about ..I think so.. he worked on the wiring in the block 3 nursery once when we were still going through experimentation."
"hmmm" Nailah hummed to herself as she followed the robot with her eyes.." I might have an idea" She said as she started to make her way over to craft, her talons tapping against the floor with every step she made.
Nailah looked over at Solian as he walked over to craft at the same moment she did. she locked eyes with him for a moment before she stepped back a few feet . This was a silent way of saying "you first" she gestured slightly towards the robot with her wing just as another door not far from them slid open and a boy from Delta station was thrown in. He laid on the floor looking at everyone.
"Hello" he said but no one responded to him Nailah instead just scoffed. "huh.. fresh meat...There goes my theory about us being the best fighters of our stations... your probably not even trained" She spoke sourly now, different from the tone she carried when she spoke to Atlas, the Reptilian boy from her station. Or even Kit the first boy who arrived from alpha station.
Nailah averted her gaze from the new guy who still laid on the floor. She now watched as Solian approached Craft. and waited to see how he would handle the maintenance machine.
Craft, using a built-in screwdriver, undid the panel, and observed the mess of cables. The quality of work was, to simple put it, disgraceful. Loose bolts, a cracked wire connector, rust, it is a terrible sight to the robot. However, the main issue was the particle drive cable. It seems to have been eaten by rats in some areas, the delicate wiring within exposed and, consequently, allowing the aforementioned rust to settle. And that was only what Craft could see.
The glass shield covering in front of the robot's eye rises upwards, and the red, glowing scopic sensor extends forward from the main body of the robot on a sort of metalic segmented cable. Craft's eye enters the interior of the panel, and swivels around. It seems that the damage is spread throughout the drive cable. It will have to be scrapped, meaning that this simple fix has become far more time consuming.
The robot is glad at this new development. Now they have an excuse to introduce upgrades.
Retracting their eye, their HUB notifies them of humanoids entering their near proximity. They turn around and find that of the people in the room, the avian female and a thin, human male who seems to have been injured, based on the blood on his outerwear.
Craft activated their voice box, speaking in a careful, polite tone. They do not know if these experiments speak any specific language, so they default to English. "Hello. Do you require assistance or medical aid?"
As they speak, they purposely place their left leg in front of the small panel, blocking it from the experiments. No need to cause any more damage, or worse, try to escape...
The glass shield covering in front of the robot's eye rises upwards, and the red, glowing scopic sensor extends forward from the main body of the robot on a sort of metalic segmented cable. Craft's eye enters the interior of the panel, and swivels around. It seems that the damage is spread throughout the drive cable. It will have to be scrapped, meaning that this simple fix has become far more time consuming.
The robot is glad at this new development. Now they have an excuse to introduce upgrades.
Retracting their eye, their HUB notifies them of humanoids entering their near proximity. They turn around and find that of the people in the room, the avian female and a thin, human male who seems to have been injured, based on the blood on his outerwear.
Craft activated their voice box, speaking in a careful, polite tone. They do not know if these experiments speak any specific language, so they default to English. "Hello. Do you require assistance or medical aid?"
As they speak, they purposely place their left leg in front of the small panel, blocking it from the experiments. No need to cause any more damage, or worse, try to escape...
When Solian approached the robot, he saw wires. Wires mean exposed electrical components. Exposed electrical components mean that the station's systems are exposed. He couldn't simply just cut any wire, however. He needed to know what specific wires did. And to know that...
Thank goodness the winged girl let him approach first. Solian didn't know what she was going to do. She was a wild card, at the moment, a variable in his plans. Everyone was.
"Excuse me... The wires you are fixing... They aren't connected to the oxygen reservoirs, are they? What do these wires connect? In fact, what do you do on ship? I guess you can repair systems that need maintenance, but tell me, what systems do you fix? I'm bored- none of these guys back here are interested in mechanics nor electronics." Solian said, making sure he was not in any way aggressive or threatening. Of course, he didn't know the other's preferences. He didn't know if they were stupid as cows, or as smart as that famous with white hair scientist Dr. McAnnabel told him about. God, how he missed her! She was like a surrogate mother for him.
Out of the corner of his eye, he saw a boy with a robotic leg and arm get pushed into the room. Again, pity welled up, but he suppressed it. They needed to get out of here, period.
Solian was pretty certain he wasn't originally intended to be in here. It was only after he killed Jackal that they showed real agitation towards him. But he knew, this place led to something bad in the future, unless the prisoners acted.
And the robot was more cunning than he thought, when it moved to cover the open hole where it was working.
Thank goodness the winged girl let him approach first. Solian didn't know what she was going to do. She was a wild card, at the moment, a variable in his plans. Everyone was.
"Excuse me... The wires you are fixing... They aren't connected to the oxygen reservoirs, are they? What do these wires connect? In fact, what do you do on ship? I guess you can repair systems that need maintenance, but tell me, what systems do you fix? I'm bored- none of these guys back here are interested in mechanics nor electronics." Solian said, making sure he was not in any way aggressive or threatening. Of course, he didn't know the other's preferences. He didn't know if they were stupid as cows, or as smart as that famous with white hair scientist Dr. McAnnabel told him about. God, how he missed her! She was like a surrogate mother for him.
Out of the corner of his eye, he saw a boy with a robotic leg and arm get pushed into the room. Again, pity welled up, but he suppressed it. They needed to get out of here, period.
Solian was pretty certain he wasn't originally intended to be in here. It was only after he killed Jackal that they showed real agitation towards him. But he knew, this place led to something bad in the future, unless the prisoners acted.
And the robot was more cunning than he thought, when it moved to cover the open hole where it was working.
He stood up and looked around. He saw two strange people and. he walked over to the robot and said ``Are you stationed here? If so could tell me what the hell is going on?`` He asked while examining the robot. He noticed the robot was blocking a panel of wires and then he looked over at a closed metal door. "That could be a viable way out of here" he thought. He then looked back up to the large robot "Or maybe not" he thought seeing as it could probably kill him in a few seconds. He then looked around waiting for an answer to his question.
Nailah listened to Solian speak to Craft, that is until this new guy approached him. Nailahs annoyed expression grew on her face again and she placed one of her winged hands on top of percy's head. "Lets leave them alone now... ill explain everything" She said with a weak smile and demanding eyes.. She then wrapped her other wing around Percys back and started leading him a little ways away from Solian and Craft. Though she remained at a distance that she could still hear them.
"first off , My name is Nailah.. I'm from epsilon station...the current station we are on is unknown... now tell me... do you really have no idea what is going on?" Nailah asked Percy with narrowed eyes as she glanced back at solian and the robot.
"first off , My name is Nailah.. I'm from epsilon station...the current station we are on is unknown... now tell me... do you really have no idea what is going on?" Nailah asked Percy with narrowed eyes as she glanced back at solian and the robot.
Craft briefly observes a cybernetic humanoid approach them as Solian speaks, but dismisses him as they focus on what the experiment in front of them is asking. Immediately after Solian finishes speaking, the cyborg pipes up with some questions of his own, before the robot can even begin to answer the first human. The avian woman pulls him away from group, and begins speaking to him in a hushed voice that their auditory sensors cannot quite pick up with the given distance. The "living" machine finds this perplexing. Though they are not quite humans (some more than others), they are still most likely intelligent to some degree, and thus have the dangerous trait of unpredictability.
They will have to be careful.
The four armed robot turns back to Solian, deciding that telling them some facts would not hurt. Perhaps some falsified piece of information could dissuade them from escape attempts, however. After all, a repeat of the incident with the canine humanoid two weeks, three days, thirteen hours, and twenty-six seconds ago was one that must be avoided... "Anyway... the cables I am in the process of fixing are known as the particle drive cables. The particle drive cables start at the particle drive engine, which is a solar conversion unit. This engine supplies power to this station. Each station has one. If the particle drive cables are severed and the back-ups drive cables fail to reroute the power throughout the station again, there will be approximately ten minutes before this station loses all power and functions. And yes, that includes oxygen. As for what other systems I work on... it would be easier to say what I do not work on, which is the medical and water-related systems, as well as some of the biological systems."
Of the information they had given, ninety-seven percent of is true. The only false information they added was that the oxygen will cease to be in the facility in ten minutes. In reality, the level of oxygen will gradually decrease over the course of two to three hours.
But they do not need to know that. After all, most of the lifeforms in this room would die rather quickly without oxygen. It is this that Craft assures themself with.
They will have to be careful.
The four armed robot turns back to Solian, deciding that telling them some facts would not hurt. Perhaps some falsified piece of information could dissuade them from escape attempts, however. After all, a repeat of the incident with the canine humanoid two weeks, three days, thirteen hours, and twenty-six seconds ago was one that must be avoided... "Anyway... the cables I am in the process of fixing are known as the particle drive cables. The particle drive cables start at the particle drive engine, which is a solar conversion unit. This engine supplies power to this station. Each station has one. If the particle drive cables are severed and the back-ups drive cables fail to reroute the power throughout the station again, there will be approximately ten minutes before this station loses all power and functions. And yes, that includes oxygen. As for what other systems I work on... it would be easier to say what I do not work on, which is the medical and water-related systems, as well as some of the biological systems."
Of the information they had given, ninety-seven percent of is true. The only false information they added was that the oxygen will cease to be in the facility in ten minutes. In reality, the level of oxygen will gradually decrease over the course of two to three hours.
But they do not need to know that. After all, most of the lifeforms in this room would die rather quickly without oxygen. It is this that Craft assures themself with.
Solian nodded at the robot's explanation of the cables. With that comment, a plan sprung to life in his mind. However... "Biological Systems? What station are we on, Epsilon? Alpha?"
After receiving an answer from 'Bot', the nickname he had given the robot, he acknowledged the answer, and turned around, seemingly wandering around the room. His purpose, however, was to get to the winged woman. A harpy, Dr. McAnnabelle would have called her. Whatever she was, Solian knew she argued with the wolf. And in order for his plan to work, he needed to have another argument.
When he reached her, he began directly, and bluntly. "I have a plan on how to get out of here. Quickly, before they do whatever it is planned on us. Can you provide a distraction?" He said all of this quietly, so that eavesdroppers couldn't hear him. Also, he felt the need to elaborate, since he was asking for a potentially dangerous job from her.
"The 'bot said he's fixing wires. Wires that control power for the station. If we can disable those wires, and distract security and 'bot for ten minutes, we can get these collars off of us. Then, we can beat down the doors, and head to the shuttles." He neglected telling her about the fact the wired controlled the O2 as well. No need to get her worried at this point.
He planned on wandering about and talking to the others after he'd finished this conversation, to deflect suspicion from him.
After receiving an answer from 'Bot', the nickname he had given the robot, he acknowledged the answer, and turned around, seemingly wandering around the room. His purpose, however, was to get to the winged woman. A harpy, Dr. McAnnabelle would have called her. Whatever she was, Solian knew she argued with the wolf. And in order for his plan to work, he needed to have another argument.
When he reached her, he began directly, and bluntly. "I have a plan on how to get out of here. Quickly, before they do whatever it is planned on us. Can you provide a distraction?" He said all of this quietly, so that eavesdroppers couldn't hear him. Also, he felt the need to elaborate, since he was asking for a potentially dangerous job from her.
"The 'bot said he's fixing wires. Wires that control power for the station. If we can disable those wires, and distract security and 'bot for ten minutes, we can get these collars off of us. Then, we can beat down the doors, and head to the shuttles." He neglected telling her about the fact the wired controlled the O2 as well. No need to get her worried at this point.
He planned on wandering about and talking to the others after he'd finished this conversation, to deflect suspicion from him.
Nailah raised an eyebrow at Solian as he spoke to her. She tilted her head slightly as he intently explained to her his plan. "Causing a distraction is no problem... getting past the robot to actually do anything to the circuits is on a whole other level of difficulty" She said as she then waved over the reptilian boy "Atlas come over here" she called out. Atlas then approached the trio and with a smile toward Nailah he said "what?"
"You have Electric eel in you right?" She asked and Atlas nodded "thats the only reason the can't put a shock collar on me, i can counter the electrical current and short circuit one. Instead i have this"Atlas explained as he pointed to a small device implanted on his forearm "It doesn't shock me instead it sends a cold, freezing pulse through my body.. and since i also have reptilian DNA im pretty weak to the cold."
Nailah listened to Atlas speak before turning back to Solian "if we can get that thing off him, you and he might be able to disable everyone else's collars so we can't get out of here.. and maybe we can show those wardens in the hall way who the real monsters are." Nailah then glanced up at the security camera in the corner of the room. "As for the distraction... i do have a plan... you let me know when i should put it in motion"
"You have Electric eel in you right?" She asked and Atlas nodded "thats the only reason the can't put a shock collar on me, i can counter the electrical current and short circuit one. Instead i have this"Atlas explained as he pointed to a small device implanted on his forearm "It doesn't shock me instead it sends a cold, freezing pulse through my body.. and since i also have reptilian DNA im pretty weak to the cold."
Nailah listened to Atlas speak before turning back to Solian "if we can get that thing off him, you and he might be able to disable everyone else's collars so we can't get out of here.. and maybe we can show those wardens in the hall way who the real monsters are." Nailah then glanced up at the security camera in the corner of the room. "As for the distraction... i do have a plan... you let me know when i should put it in motion"
"We are on the Cube Station. The biological systems I refer to is the captain's garden on the lower levels. Now, unless you have other questions, I must continue my assessment of the particle drive cables. You are welcome."
Ending their conversation with the human, they watch as he leaves to seemingly mingle with the other creatures in the chamber, starting with the avian woman. The cybernetic human appears to have wandered off after the avian woman finished her conversation with him. Neither of these matter to Craft, but they keep their auditory sensors running on high capacity, nevertheless, should someone approach once more.
Returning to their work, they kneel down and extend their eye once more into the dark recesses of the wall-mounted panel, and observe further. Looking to the left they extend their eye down the thin space, noting damage they could not see before. They want to find the source of this mess, and they have a fairly good idea as to what it is.
All to quickly, they find it. A small swarm of rats, about a dozen or so, chewing up the cables. Upon the intrusion of their eye, the rat begin to chatter, agitated at the sudden bright light to their darkened world. Expecting them to scurry away, Craft finds themself startled when they do just the opposite, moving rapidly closer to their red eye. The machine quickly retracts it back through the panel, one of their free hands taking a hold of the panel as they do. Upon successful retraction, they slap the panel back on the wall and screw it back into place.
Note: Find rat poison.
Standing once more, they activate their hidden LHW (Laser Heat Welding) gun, found underneath their eye, and weld words onto the panel.
'CAUTION: DO NOT OPEN. HAZARDOUS.'
It is after they do this that they open the door and stand in front of it. "Security Guard Jim Bollowitz."
The guard in question, standing at his post like he was before, turn to the robot. "Huh? Oh, Craft. What's up?"
"Go to supply closet thirty-one "A" on the third floor and find Grade A rat poison."
The guard's face shrivels in disgust. "You kidding? There's rats on this damn floor?"
"Affirmative."
"No offense, but... can't you get it? I'm on guard duty."
"No. I must make sure no one tries to open the panel."
"Dude, I can do that."
For a long, minute, Craft stares the man down. They plan on doing what they desire, and that is to upgrade this place.
"... Okay, okay, jeez. I'll be right back." Jim turns to Bob. "Dude, hold down the fort until I get back."
Bob salutes. "Roger that."
The other guard sighs. "Cut that shit out, would ya?" With that, he goes to find some rat poison, ignoring Bob's grumbles.
The machine closes the door, and begins inspecting the area around them, attempting to see what they can find that could be upgraded, if anything...
Ending their conversation with the human, they watch as he leaves to seemingly mingle with the other creatures in the chamber, starting with the avian woman. The cybernetic human appears to have wandered off after the avian woman finished her conversation with him. Neither of these matter to Craft, but they keep their auditory sensors running on high capacity, nevertheless, should someone approach once more.
Returning to their work, they kneel down and extend their eye once more into the dark recesses of the wall-mounted panel, and observe further. Looking to the left they extend their eye down the thin space, noting damage they could not see before. They want to find the source of this mess, and they have a fairly good idea as to what it is.
All to quickly, they find it. A small swarm of rats, about a dozen or so, chewing up the cables. Upon the intrusion of their eye, the rat begin to chatter, agitated at the sudden bright light to their darkened world. Expecting them to scurry away, Craft finds themself startled when they do just the opposite, moving rapidly closer to their red eye. The machine quickly retracts it back through the panel, one of their free hands taking a hold of the panel as they do. Upon successful retraction, they slap the panel back on the wall and screw it back into place.
Note: Find rat poison.
Standing once more, they activate their hidden LHW (Laser Heat Welding) gun, found underneath their eye, and weld words onto the panel.
'CAUTION: DO NOT OPEN. HAZARDOUS.'
It is after they do this that they open the door and stand in front of it. "Security Guard Jim Bollowitz."
The guard in question, standing at his post like he was before, turn to the robot. "Huh? Oh, Craft. What's up?"
"Go to supply closet thirty-one "A" on the third floor and find Grade A rat poison."
The guard's face shrivels in disgust. "You kidding? There's rats on this damn floor?"
"Affirmative."
"No offense, but... can't you get it? I'm on guard duty."
"No. I must make sure no one tries to open the panel."
"Dude, I can do that."
For a long, minute, Craft stares the man down. They plan on doing what they desire, and that is to upgrade this place.
"... Okay, okay, jeez. I'll be right back." Jim turns to Bob. "Dude, hold down the fort until I get back."
Bob salutes. "Roger that."
The other guard sighs. "Cut that shit out, would ya?" With that, he goes to find some rat poison, ignoring Bob's grumbles.
The machine closes the door, and begins inspecting the area around them, attempting to see what they can find that could be upgraded, if anything...
Solian nodded after hearing the winged girl's introduction to Atlas. And on hearing Atlas's problem and skills... He needed to get that chip out, somehow. "Hold on, let me check with the others..."
After wandering around and mingling with the others, Solian could not find anything that he needed to help Atlas... Drastic measures were needed.
When he saw the bot close the grate, he groaned internally. Yes, drastic measures were needed. They needed to do this quickly.
He approached the winged girl again. "Alright, see if you can the others to cause a distraction. Atlas, come with me. When she does her distraction, we'll head to that wordy panel. I'll kill two birds with one stone..."
After wandering around and mingling with the others, Solian could not find anything that he needed to help Atlas... Drastic measures were needed.
When he saw the bot close the grate, he groaned internally. Yes, drastic measures were needed. They needed to do this quickly.
He approached the winged girl again. "Alright, see if you can the others to cause a distraction. Atlas, come with me. When she does her distraction, we'll head to that wordy panel. I'll kill two birds with one stone..."
Nailah nodded at solian and quietly walked away from him until she was directly underneath one of the security cameras. She cracked her neck before spreading her arms and with a slight jump she was 40 feet in the air right in front of the security camera. She grabbed it with her clawed foot and ripped the unit out of the wall. The camera fell to the group with a loud metal bang.
She then turned in air and flew to the opposite side of the room where another camera was. This one however she did not attack with her feet. Instead she opened her mouth wide, revealing two long fangs. Using these fangs She spit out a stream of venom directly onto the lens and mechanics of the camera making it short circuit. The just as she was about to turn again and head for another camera she heard a buzzing.
She looked and the Insectoid boy, Kitt, that was the second to be brought into the room was flying in the air with his large wasp like wings. He also had a large stinger protruding from both his wrists. He then took his left stinger and thrusted it straight through the lens of the camera.
"That Distraction enough for you" Nailah asked Solian as she landed back onto the white floor. "They'll be sending someone in here soon enough."
She then turned in air and flew to the opposite side of the room where another camera was. This one however she did not attack with her feet. Instead she opened her mouth wide, revealing two long fangs. Using these fangs She spit out a stream of venom directly onto the lens and mechanics of the camera making it short circuit. The just as she was about to turn again and head for another camera she heard a buzzing.
She looked and the Insectoid boy, Kitt, that was the second to be brought into the room was flying in the air with his large wasp like wings. He also had a large stinger protruding from both his wrists. He then took his left stinger and thrusted it straight through the lens of the camera.
"That Distraction enough for you" Nailah asked Solian as she landed back onto the white floor. "They'll be sending someone in here soon enough."
Craft had begun to use their scanner and memory of the layout of circuitry, pipes, and various other systems to analyze what could be upgraded to be better within the walls, cross-referencing between blueprints as they wade through the crowd of various experiments, who seem to give them fairly wide berth. To everyone else, it looks like they are simply looking at one wall, then going and looking over at another wall.
As they look about, they see something that makes them stop. One experiment, the avian female they saw earlier, is wrecking the cameras in each corner of the room. The experiments around them gaze up, much like they do. A spark of annoyance settles into their A.I. Now they would have to fix those.
"Stop. Cease your actions."
Their demand goes unheard, and the avian woman destroys a third camera. Frustration, at the fact that the woman refuses to listen, and that they have no way of reaching up and stopping her from destroying the surveillance devices, barring shooting her down with their LHW gun. They were not too keen on causing harm, especially a burn injury as the result of tens of thousands of degrees of heat being applied to the surface of skin and feathers.
"I said stop! You will be punished for your actions!"
Again they are not listened to, but this time, a male humanoid, akin to an insect, rushes up and impales the final camera with a hearty sting. At this rate, they would blow a fuse. Watching the avian woman land, Craft storms at a moderate speed towards her, but halts upon hearing her words. Their processors compute what she said with who she is looking at. More importantly, where that particular "who" is going.
"Stop," they shout. At a full sprint, they charge at the human experiment and the reptile cohort. If they open that panel... they would not only let those blasted wire-nibbling rats loose, but they could do whatever they please to the delicate wires within.
Unfortunately for Craft, they would have to cross a room full of experiments, who, upon seeing what is happening, move no longer for them. Some of the less hardy among subjects do dive out of the way of the bot, but most attempt to block their way. One even leaps upon their main body, cling to their front of their chassis. The experiment, similar to that of the wolverine, dig his claws through the metal of their body, eliciting a self-defense protocol hardwired into their core to activate. With unprecedented force, they tear the experiment off them, then throw the smaller male humanoid at the other experiments in front of them, knocking three of them off their feet. They rest in a heap of unconsciousness. This makes some foolhardy experiments back off, while others stay to continue blocking their path. After being forced to repeat this act of throwing an experiment who makes contact with them at the others, they finally have a clear path to the human and reptile, and rush to stop their attempt to open the panel and damage what was within. And releasing those hellish rats.
As they look about, they see something that makes them stop. One experiment, the avian female they saw earlier, is wrecking the cameras in each corner of the room. The experiments around them gaze up, much like they do. A spark of annoyance settles into their A.I. Now they would have to fix those.
"Stop. Cease your actions."
Their demand goes unheard, and the avian woman destroys a third camera. Frustration, at the fact that the woman refuses to listen, and that they have no way of reaching up and stopping her from destroying the surveillance devices, barring shooting her down with their LHW gun. They were not too keen on causing harm, especially a burn injury as the result of tens of thousands of degrees of heat being applied to the surface of skin and feathers.
"I said stop! You will be punished for your actions!"
Again they are not listened to, but this time, a male humanoid, akin to an insect, rushes up and impales the final camera with a hearty sting. At this rate, they would blow a fuse. Watching the avian woman land, Craft storms at a moderate speed towards her, but halts upon hearing her words. Their processors compute what she said with who she is looking at. More importantly, where that particular "who" is going.
"Stop," they shout. At a full sprint, they charge at the human experiment and the reptile cohort. If they open that panel... they would not only let those blasted wire-nibbling rats loose, but they could do whatever they please to the delicate wires within.
Unfortunately for Craft, they would have to cross a room full of experiments, who, upon seeing what is happening, move no longer for them. Some of the less hardy among subjects do dive out of the way of the bot, but most attempt to block their way. One even leaps upon their main body, cling to their front of their chassis. The experiment, similar to that of the wolverine, dig his claws through the metal of their body, eliciting a self-defense protocol hardwired into their core to activate. With unprecedented force, they tear the experiment off them, then throw the smaller male humanoid at the other experiments in front of them, knocking three of them off their feet. They rest in a heap of unconsciousness. This makes some foolhardy experiments back off, while others stay to continue blocking their path. After being forced to repeat this act of throwing an experiment who makes contact with them at the others, they finally have a clear path to the human and reptile, and rush to stop their attempt to open the panel and damage what was within. And releasing those hellish rats.
Solian, with Atlas in tow, headed directly towards the welded plate where Bot had so conveniently marked. When he glanced back, he saw that the bird-girl was busy destroying the cameras, and the robot was heading towards her. Good... now... When he reached the plate, he told Atlas, "Wait a second, I'll remove that chip in time." When he checked around him again, he saw that Bot was barreling towards them, telling them to stop. Not happening. "Stop that robot!" he cried, then turned to the plate, and started kicking it. Hard. Soon, he had ripped out a chunk in the metal, in no small part thanks to his steel-toed boots. His foot hurt, but he had business to attend to. He grabbed the shard of metal, and told Atlas, "After I remove the chip, block out distractions, and fry the cords."
Before Atlas could respond, Solian whipped the makeshift blade around, and gouged out the chip in his wrist. When Atlas cried out in pain, Solian stifled his regrets, and snapped, "Use your electricity! I'll hold Bot off!" He then spun around, and entered into a battle ready stance. When the bird woman flew next to him, he curtly said, "Yes, that's good. Now, stop the Bot- we need to buy Atlas time!"
Before Atlas could respond, Solian whipped the makeshift blade around, and gouged out the chip in his wrist. When Atlas cried out in pain, Solian stifled his regrets, and snapped, "Use your electricity! I'll hold Bot off!" He then spun around, and entered into a battle ready stance. When the bird woman flew next to him, he curtly said, "Yes, that's good. Now, stop the Bot- we need to buy Atlas time!"
Nailah nodded at solian and took to the air again. She Flew up as high as she could go before diveing straight down, directly at craft with her talons in front of her. She held her arms out as if she was going to grab onto the robot but at the very last second she opened her arms and circled around the machine with one quick motion. She then brought one of her clawed feet to the robot's back.
Meanwhile Atlas shoved his hand into the console and quickly began to charge electricity through his body to his hand and directly into the system. The lights began to flicker briefly showing that what Atlas was doing was working. He winced as his wrist dripped blood but continued to discharge his electricity while he still could.
Meanwhile Atlas shoved his hand into the console and quickly began to charge electricity through his body to his hand and directly into the system. The lights began to flicker briefly showing that what Atlas was doing was working. He winced as his wrist dripped blood but continued to discharge his electricity while he still could.
Craft had nearly reached Solian, watching as the young man prepared himself to do battle with them. The robot, on the other hand, had no intentions of doing battle if they could help it. Fighting was something among the many things they do not care for. They found the entire concept pointless, as in the end, there was far too much to repair and far too much that cannot be repaired. Sentient beings like robots and humans included.
Given the circumstances, and the rapidly rising chance of a breach, they may need to (metaphorically) swallow this belief of theirs and use what they have to ensure no one leaves.
"Cease and desist. If you do, I will ensure that the punishment to be given to_" They cut their vocalizer when they notice the avian woman rush at them from the air. Raising their four arms, they attempt to catch the woman before she collides into them, but this ends up with empty arms as she evades in the second before their hands can grasp her. They detect her in the proximity behind them, feeling a claw dig into the back of their chassis. Defensive protocols activating once more, they rotate their arms 360 degrees backwards, and reach for the bird experiment once more.
Atlas finds that there was a reason the panel had words of cation welded onto it, as rats come scamping up his hand and arm while he works on the cable. They do not attempt to hurt him, oddly enough, but it is quite startling and uncomfortable. If he ignores them, they will simply scamper off of him.
From outside, the security guards Bob and Jim rush in, the latter having the rat poison in hand, to which he promptly throws on the floor. Both prepare their shock pikes as the door closes behind them. The lights flash on and off, signaling how little time is left before the backfeed reaches the generators. "Freeze!" Bob shouts, and runs to Atlas. Jim says nothing, not even bothering to tell Bob that Atlas is clearly shockproof, and approaches Solian, pike pointed forward.
Given the circumstances, and the rapidly rising chance of a breach, they may need to (metaphorically) swallow this belief of theirs and use what they have to ensure no one leaves.
"Cease and desist. If you do, I will ensure that the punishment to be given to_" They cut their vocalizer when they notice the avian woman rush at them from the air. Raising their four arms, they attempt to catch the woman before she collides into them, but this ends up with empty arms as she evades in the second before their hands can grasp her. They detect her in the proximity behind them, feeling a claw dig into the back of their chassis. Defensive protocols activating once more, they rotate their arms 360 degrees backwards, and reach for the bird experiment once more.
Atlas finds that there was a reason the panel had words of cation welded onto it, as rats come scamping up his hand and arm while he works on the cable. They do not attempt to hurt him, oddly enough, but it is quite startling and uncomfortable. If he ignores them, they will simply scamper off of him.
From outside, the security guards Bob and Jim rush in, the latter having the rat poison in hand, to which he promptly throws on the floor. Both prepare their shock pikes as the door closes behind them. The lights flash on and off, signaling how little time is left before the backfeed reaches the generators. "Freeze!" Bob shouts, and runs to Atlas. Jim says nothing, not even bothering to tell Bob that Atlas is clearly shockproof, and approaches Solian, pike pointed forward.
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