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Post by Laurel Catre on Dec 16, 2009 21:42:17 GMT -5
Laurel sat near the banks by herself, humming softly while hugging her knees. Her skin was covered in goose bumps and her teeth were noticeably chattering. This was not the weather she would normally go out in, but for some reason she just couldn't stay indoors today, she didn't want to be alone. She uncurled herself and began dipping her toes in and out of the water trying to see how long she could stand it before having to pull them back out.
The painted blue sky looked especially fake today, maybe it was because she knew inside that these were the kind of days that were overcast, not sunny and blue. The atmosphere, while cheery was actually rather eerie.
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Post by Lucian Verdus on Dec 22, 2009 18:53:39 GMT -5
Experimentation was vital if he was going to begin his campaign from within the compound. Even with technology becoming scarce, only so many corpses were usable and an alternative was more than necessary. Already living human beings were too mentally developed to become servitors but, in theory, 'blank' human beings produced for just such a purpose would be more than suitable. Without the gamble of corpses or the inefficiency and rot thereof, they would be the easiest way to mass-produce servitors. And, if he could take hold of enough technology at some point or another, he would have an army produced faster than any human one, and far superior in every respect.
This would require a higher reliance on flesh, unfortunately. To create a biological factory such as the one Lucian desired, it would require experimentation, and parts. As of right now, Lucian endeavored to get his hands on the parts. A splicer caste servitor happened by a prime subject near the river. The splicer caste was one of the few that didn't wear a robe, though bereft of anything significantly offensive, thus its metal body (with some significant patches of gray flesh) was revealed. Coming out of the forearms, and in short in the fingers, were black wires ending in adaptable hookups. These same wires came out of the scalp as hair, reaching near the small of the back. The lenses serving as optic sensors were larger than usual, covering most of the general area around the eye, and did not glow. Instead, they were tinted.
This splicer approached the girl by the river. "The Progenitor requires you have an audience with him. Please comply, or you will be forced to," the metallic reverberation was less slow and enunciated than the average labor servitor, but still clear enough to be understandable. While the splicer was not designed for combat, the wires could administer a nasty shock mainly used to overload security terminals, but also effective for stunning humans. If nothing else, some close combat servitors could be requisitioned from the Progenitor to move to the splicer's position and suppress the subject.
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Post by Laurel Catre on Dec 23, 2009 19:45:16 GMT -5
Laurel laid there enjoying her solitude nearly falling to sleep when, suddenly, she heard a voice behind her.
"The Progenitor requires you have an audience with him. Please comply, or you will be forced to,"
She was instantly angry.It , was just that easy to activate her ulcer, the slow simmering burn in the pit of her stomach. Whatever loser decided to inturrupt her relaxation was really about to get a piece of her mind.
"What the...." she started to say, but the words stopped the second she saw what was behind her. It was a robot....thing, at least, that's what it looked like. He was certainly metallic but there were these patches of what resembled skin on his body so she really couldn't tell. She tried to scream but her vocal chords wouldn't allow it. Her mind began to race with an escape plan, she could run away, but what if he was faster than her, she could go with him but who knew what the "progenitor" was anyway. And why did she have to have an audience with him anyway? More importantly, what did he want with her? There seemed to be no appointed leader in Freakopolis so why all the formality? The So Laurel just sat there in her frozen state waiting, there didn't seem to be any other option.
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Post by Lucian Verdus on Dec 26, 2009 21:42:00 GMT -5
"There is no time for dawdling. If you are not going to comply, you will face the consequences. You will now be given one minute to make a decision," The splicer stated, electrical wires now faintly buzzing with an electrical charge. This charge would surely be enough to bring any mutant down, so far as Lucian was concerned, but as long as he got what he wanted, and so long as his experiments had little hindrance, there would be no trouble. All that would be necessary was technology. Metal, circuits, wires, conductors, and all of the beautiful, orderly, orchestrated pieces that make up utter perfection.
The data was transmitted to Lucian from the splicer, who permitted the present action continue. He did not have time for typical meatbag stupidity, and he would only deal with it for so long.
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Post by Laurel Catre on Dec 27, 2009 13:04:40 GMT -5
"There is no time for dawdling. If you are not going to comply, you will face the consequences. You will now be given one minute to make a decision,"
Laurel sat there for a few more seconds before standing up and facing the robot.
"Oh, I'm making a decision all right" Laurel said, surprising herself with her boldness and with that she was off, running as fast as she could in one direction. There really seemed to be no other option. It was either that or being dragged away by some random robot.
" It's times like these when I really wish I would've worked on my power more" she said to herself while continuing to sprint. She began to slow down as the mud got deeper and a vast amount of pressure covered her body like a blanket. Unfortunately the feeling was all too familiar. The same thing had happened to her in the book shop with Maku and while she didn't know much about her mutation she did know when it was acting up and she also knew the patterns it tended to have and with that she sank down deeper into the mud and passed out.
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Post by Lucian Verdus on Dec 29, 2009 20:41:53 GMT -5
The splicer was swift to follow, awaiting the miscalculated trip or stumble which would lead to his quarry falling. Lucian decided that it was better the splicer carry out the operation. The materials were on hand, and part of the splicer's job was computer and other on-the-fly repairs. Flowing through the veins of the splicer was Lucian's blood, taken from a sample from one of the blood resevoirs, permitting it integrate technology as Lucian saw fit. It was not an artificer, the hypothetical caste that was supposed to have it, but cellular reproduction, and later synthesis, would ensure there would be enough to go around.
As the splicer watched its target fall unconscious, Lucian found himself feeling rather pleased (as it was possible for his programs to approximate). The operation would begin, and swiftly. The splicer initiated its combat mode, at which point segments of its metallic fingers became claws, and the wires that were its hair crackled with energy. Temporarily deactivating the wires, the subject was flipped over and first incision was made down the abdomen by the claws. One or two of the wires dropped out of the splicers arms, the interface apertures shutting, and lay in the muck.
The subject was opened up, the splicer spending little time observing the still-functioning internal organs within as it moved downward to the inner reproductive systems. The ovaries, womb, and the like. These were the target. Incisions were made, carefully and precisely cutting certain tubes and veins in as precise a manner as possible. They did not want this subject dead, after all. Blood trickled down the splicer's claws, and Lucian ordered it to work faster lest the subject bleed to death.
Slowly, the womb was removed, followed by the other oragns, one by one. It was slow, careful work, as ordered as a symphony, but gory and terrifying nonetheless. As long as the organs were returned in time, they could be properly synthesized with the recently-found body. Needless to say, it was important work. Soon, the splicer began picking the wires out of the muck and fusing them, using Lucian's mutation, to the exposed veins and other orifices and tubes. The specialized wires would keep everything running properly, despite her lacking, now, both a menstrual cycle and any chance for reproduction.
A third wire, this one with a small stabilizer in the center, was fused across the incision, shutting it. This wire was vital to maintaining the others and, effectively, keeping the subject alive. It was exposed, however, embedded in the girl's abdomen. A thick black line with a gray circle in the center. It was a test. If it ever stopped transmitting to Lucian, it would present just how biased against his technology and highly shortsighted these mutants could be. It would also show them who was in control, more importantly.
Organs in hand, which now returned to normal human digits, the splicer started off towards the cellblock, leaving its victim laying face-up in the muck.
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Post by Laurel Catre on Dec 30, 2009 11:51:08 GMT -5
As she lay there her consciousness comeback in bursts. Her mind was fully awake but the rest of her body wasn't responding. Then it caught up with her. First she felt it on top of her, it was so cold, had she been able to move, she would've shivered. Next she felt the pain a sharp, burning sensation that nearly knocked her unconscious again. Then came the worst of it, the scraping feeling. She wanted to throw up. She didn't know what she hated more, the intense pain or the familiarity of the situation. Between the shocks of pain her mind wandered back to her childhood.
Laurel lay there on the cold metal opperating table for the fourth time that week.
" I'm tired of this Mommy." she whined as the stabbed in the i.v.'s and prepared for sugury.
" I know honey, I know" Said her mother soothingly. Although it rarely soothed her, Mother said this every time, the same tone of voice, the same distant eyes. Her mother was usually a warm and friendly person but during these times it was as if she were a stranger.
The nurse grabbed her hand as her mother walked out of the room.
"Everything's ready for surgery doctor." The nurse stated. She turned to Laurel.
" It's okay honey, everything will be fine, just as long as you be quiet, it hurts less if you don't scream."
It was the same old speech, the same old procedure and the same old pain. They began to cut her open and she closed her eyes trying to transport herself somewhere else, but Laurel still felt the cutting, the coldness and the scraping
All these memories flooded back to her during the robots attack. Even after he left she still continued to lay there in the mud softly sobbing , partly out of pain from the surgery and partly out of the newly open scars from her childhood.
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Post by The Guard on Jan 3, 2010 20:01:14 GMT -5
A tall man in a suit of black approached. He'd shot two fighting mutants in the market place only moments ago and had figured he'd splash off the blood and take a piss in the river. His face was masked by the sleek helmet. It was better for both parties that way.
"Well well well, what have we here?" He circled the helpless figure, sticking his boot between her ribs to get her riled. After a moment of consideration he pulled the radio from his belt and held the microphone to his mouth.
"We have a situation at the river. Landscape appears to be clear. Two clicks for backup." There was a garbled reply and then the radio was back on his belt and the guard was drawing his gun.
"Get up."
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Post by Laurel Catre on Jan 4, 2010 19:57:45 GMT -5
"Well well well, what have we here?"
Laurel felt anger simmer inside her stomach as he poked her in the rib she tried her best to play dead but gave her cover away when she nearly threw up from all the bile that worked its way up her esophagus. Here she was laying in the mud , her organs spilling out of the incision in her abdomen with all chances of her having a child gone and this asshole just had to come and harass her as well. It was more then she could stand.
"Get up."
She lifted herself up off the ground. The shock of pain from the quick rise almost knocked her back down again. Laurel extended her hand and began to focus, enough pressure and she would be able to make his head explode. She'd been practicing and and opponent this close would be an easy kill, but fate wasn't playing on her side today. Her power wasn't working at all. In an instant all her bravery turned to fear.
"What are you gonna do to me?"
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Post by The Guard on Jan 4, 2010 20:32:08 GMT -5
The guard laughed. It wasn't evil an evil laugh; he was earnestly mirthful. Apparently Laurel had done something funny.
"I haven't decided yet. Depends on whether you're planning to cooperate." His eyes behind his mask drifted to the blood on the girl. It was surprising she was able to stand, but he wasn't impressed. He asked his next question with lack of concern.
"What happened to you?"
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Post by Laurel Catre on Jan 7, 2010 17:01:36 GMT -5
"I haven't decided yet. Depends on whether you're planning to cooperate."
Laurel didn't know what scared her more, the fact that he was laughing, or the fact that he "hadn't decided yet. Her mind raced with possibilities ,all equally horrifying. She began to feel faint from blood loss but didn't want to open herself up to another attack by sitting down. The man spoke again.
"What happened to you?"
" I-I umm" She contemplated whether or not to tell him the truth and ended up choosing the latter" I fell and cut my stomach on a stick" There was no reason for him to know. She'd rather just forget that it happened.
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Post by The Guard on Jan 9, 2010 14:14:42 GMT -5
"Bull shit." The guard said, almost before she'd finished speaking. Sticks didn't do things like that, not even in a mutant-infested land. She was lying. Why?
It was a trap. The guard was certain.
Without warning he pointed the gun point blank at the mutant's chest and pulled the trigger. Death would teach her not to lie to a guard.
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