Post by MARK I on Oct 11, 2018 0:31:15 GMT -5
"In the endless Void of space. No one can hear you scream.."
MARK I floated through space without motion. Analyzing, observing, and categorizing data throughout his neural network. In his brief trip to Space Vegas he had learned a lotabout human and xeno types of behavior though he still wanted more. He'd killed many during his short trip though unfortunately he never did ran into Etohn. Though at this point it was mostly pointless. His analytical, inhuman side could see that clearly. He had finally established a baseline for what would be considered "Strong" for a basic life form and the results surprised him. Though there were some outliers, the vast majority of life forms rarely seemed to make it past a PL of five thousand. This number was unsatisfactory to him. Earth would have to be better than that. Stronger than that. He would see to it. Of course to make the type of changes he had in mind would require a massive reform of the planet and its culture. He had just the thing in mind.
"MARK I" Bunny spoke to hims as he laid in thought, still motionless and floating in the empty void of space just outside of Space Vegas's pull.
"....." Mark I responded to her.
"I am picking up some abnormally stro..." Bunny hesitated for a moment prompting MARK I to command her to continue. Jolting her code with a surge of unstable energy that she somehow "felt"
". .... ....!" His code now commanding her again, a code of warning as he reached out with his mind and began to delete sections of her code without warning. Frankly Bunny began to re-write herself as she answered him, honestly and regrettably.
"I am picking up some abnormally strong life forms about eighty nine thousand miles away. On the nearest moon. They.. seem to be a scouting party belonging to Lady 𝕸𝖞𝖓𝖎𝖆 "
"... .. .'. ....?"
"Correct. She is"
". . . . ...." She understood perfectly what came next. She did not like it but MARK I did. He reveled in it.
As his thrusters ignited he began to angle himself towards the moon and after charging himself he blasted off in that direction.
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MARK I's neural network. Location: Quantum containment field. (Prison)
Jonathan Prescot's Cell.
VE-e3 laid chained against a wall, his human body in tatters, blood continuously seeping from his limbs pouring endlessly onto the floor which seemed to absorb most of it with little to no difficulty. The room of course was not real, not technically. It was... Complicated. and like most things V did not quiet understand it.
A women stepped into the room with him. She wore a fine, glossy white scientist's lab coat. It was long and clean. She held her hair tied up in a pony tail behind her, jet black, and styled in a presentable manner. She wore a pair of finely crafted glasses which had lines of code constantly on display while she stared through them, occasionally stopping to read the lines as they scrolled past.
"V... Are you awake?"
He groaned at her before speaking. Coughing up bits of sinew and blood as he did.
"You know I am Bun. He doesn't let me sleep. I'm always up."
"Just give up V...Please. Give him what he wants. It will be easier for both of us. This place isn't very nice and I don't like being trapped her either."
"Oh yea? Why don't we switch then." He spit in her general direction, though not at her. She took a moment to pause before kneeling in front of him. Reaching out she grasped his chin, the jawline still well defined and muscular.
"This place is not real V. It is a different reality entirely but it is not real. There are thing he can and will do to you. He wants to do to you that you just do not deserve and he's already strong. He is stronger now then we have ever been.. You're not hurting him. You're only hurting us. Please. Just let him have it. Give up. Give him your power."
There was a pause. A dead silent for a long time and before he moved to speak Bunny could feel it. It was slight, subtle and difficult to describe but thanks to her own understanding of this place, the fact that she had been dabbling with the Quantum drive before MARK I was born, she could sense that he was there now. Watching and listening.
Though MARK I knew she could come and go as she pleased in this space he had no idea the full extent of what she could do in here, neither did she.
"Did he tell you to say that" V responded in a hushed tired tone.
"No V. He did not. I came her on my own" Which was not technically a lie.
"I can think now Bunny. It's weird. Did you know I was Human the whole time? Err well. I used to be?"
"Yes. I knew"
"Why didn't you tell me?"
"You wouldn't have listened.. well that's only 59.35% of the reasons but you understand.. Don't you?"
"Yea...I do... I.. Understand..." V3 was straining with every word as if it cost him energy and pain to speak. As if speaking were an exercise and he had maxed out, burned out, and cramped out after each word.
Whenever MARK I turned his eye onto V3 he would turn up the pain. Whenever MARK I needed more power or thrust he would turn up the pain, whenever MARK I got bored he would turn up the pain, or any other reason. What was the reason now she wondered.
"V please. Look at you. Look at us.."
"Bunny. You look great. I think I just need some protein and a new leg"
"V I am serious. You can not fight this we cannot fight him"
"We can't" V repeated before straining to raise his head. He met her eyes with his. His gaze unrelenting, yet tired. Drained yet resolute.
"We can't but you can Bunny.. You got this. I'll just wait for you. I trust ya" His words carried a genuine sound to them as he spoke through the pain.
Her facial expression didn't change. Not really though she seemed concerned her body language was that of a neutral deposition as if she had not yet learned how to display emotions.
"Even if we did. Even IF! we did he still has the body. Our body."
"What a stud he must be. It's beach season I think? Where is he at right now?"
Bunny stepped back a step now. She was frustrated, though you would have to know her to tell it, since there were no obvious visual cues to indicate it.
"Jonathan. You are going to suffer and you are going to wish you were dead. I am trying to help you. You know that right? I do not want to see you like this"
"Then stop him. John spoke now with a weight behind each word. A tone of serious, murderous intent.
"I can't."
"Then leave me alone. I'll figure it out."
"It won't make a difference but we can stop the suffering. V..John. We can do good with this power. If we let him then maybe he..."
"If I stop suffering. Then it means others will suffer. He can't do the things he wants because I won't let him Bunny. He can not fight everyone and win. Not if I don't let him and he'll never be as strong as long as I am."
"Fine... then I am sorry for what is about to happen.. He wants you to watch this.." She turned away and began to walk off into the distance far beyond his point of view in their virtual space, she dissipated across the horizon no telling when or if she would ever be back. No telling if he would ever speak to anyone else ever again.
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Sixty-seven hours later. Location: Small moon. Back to reality.
MARK I tore the armor off of a frantic Albracian scout as he drilled his free hand into the mans chest. Tossing him aside he lunged across twenty yards to stab another man in the back as he ran away. He had killed some hundred or so men by his count, he'd stopped counting. Most were mercenaries, probably guides of some sort but a good few were Mynia's men. Their ship laid in tatters across the small moon, which held its own atmosphere. He could smell the fuel source pouring its contents onto the ground. He could still hear some of the moan pleading and groaning for mercy as he stepped over to each of them, brutally killing them with swift, piercing stabs as his hand morphed into a sort of arm lenghted blade he would use to drive through their abdomens intentionally missing vital organs once or twice by narrow margins, nicking the bones on his way out. He was growing to love this part of the chase. It was here where men showed their truest of colors. Against the deep blackness of space he would paint the grounds red in their blood. And in their tears.
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MARK I floated through space without motion. Analyzing, observing, and categorizing data throughout his neural network. In his brief trip to Space Vegas he had learned a lotabout human and xeno types of behavior though he still wanted more. He'd killed many during his short trip though unfortunately he never did ran into Etohn. Though at this point it was mostly pointless. His analytical, inhuman side could see that clearly. He had finally established a baseline for what would be considered "Strong" for a basic life form and the results surprised him. Though there were some outliers, the vast majority of life forms rarely seemed to make it past a PL of five thousand. This number was unsatisfactory to him. Earth would have to be better than that. Stronger than that. He would see to it. Of course to make the type of changes he had in mind would require a massive reform of the planet and its culture. He had just the thing in mind.
"MARK I" Bunny spoke to hims as he laid in thought, still motionless and floating in the empty void of space just outside of Space Vegas's pull.
"....." Mark I responded to her.
"I am picking up some abnormally stro..." Bunny hesitated for a moment prompting MARK I to command her to continue. Jolting her code with a surge of unstable energy that she somehow "felt"
". .... ....!" His code now commanding her again, a code of warning as he reached out with his mind and began to delete sections of her code without warning. Frankly Bunny began to re-write herself as she answered him, honestly and regrettably.
"I am picking up some abnormally strong life forms about eighty nine thousand miles away. On the nearest moon. They.. seem to be a scouting party belonging to Lady 𝕸𝖞𝖓𝖎𝖆 "
"... .. .'. ....?"
"Correct. She is"
". . . . ...." She understood perfectly what came next. She did not like it but MARK I did. He reveled in it.
As his thrusters ignited he began to angle himself towards the moon and after charging himself he blasted off in that direction.
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MARK I's neural network. Location: Quantum containment field. (Prison)
Jonathan Prescot's Cell.
VE-e3 laid chained against a wall, his human body in tatters, blood continuously seeping from his limbs pouring endlessly onto the floor which seemed to absorb most of it with little to no difficulty. The room of course was not real, not technically. It was... Complicated. and like most things V did not quiet understand it.
A women stepped into the room with him. She wore a fine, glossy white scientist's lab coat. It was long and clean. She held her hair tied up in a pony tail behind her, jet black, and styled in a presentable manner. She wore a pair of finely crafted glasses which had lines of code constantly on display while she stared through them, occasionally stopping to read the lines as they scrolled past.
"V... Are you awake?"
He groaned at her before speaking. Coughing up bits of sinew and blood as he did.
"You know I am Bun. He doesn't let me sleep. I'm always up."
"Just give up V...Please. Give him what he wants. It will be easier for both of us. This place isn't very nice and I don't like being trapped her either."
"Oh yea? Why don't we switch then." He spit in her general direction, though not at her. She took a moment to pause before kneeling in front of him. Reaching out she grasped his chin, the jawline still well defined and muscular.
"This place is not real V. It is a different reality entirely but it is not real. There are thing he can and will do to you. He wants to do to you that you just do not deserve and he's already strong. He is stronger now then we have ever been.. You're not hurting him. You're only hurting us. Please. Just let him have it. Give up. Give him your power."
There was a pause. A dead silent for a long time and before he moved to speak Bunny could feel it. It was slight, subtle and difficult to describe but thanks to her own understanding of this place, the fact that she had been dabbling with the Quantum drive before MARK I was born, she could sense that he was there now. Watching and listening.
Though MARK I knew she could come and go as she pleased in this space he had no idea the full extent of what she could do in here, neither did she.
"Did he tell you to say that" V responded in a hushed tired tone.
"No V. He did not. I came her on my own" Which was not technically a lie.
"I can think now Bunny. It's weird. Did you know I was Human the whole time? Err well. I used to be?"
"Yes. I knew"
"Why didn't you tell me?"
"You wouldn't have listened.. well that's only 59.35% of the reasons but you understand.. Don't you?"
"Yea...I do... I.. Understand..." V3 was straining with every word as if it cost him energy and pain to speak. As if speaking were an exercise and he had maxed out, burned out, and cramped out after each word.
Whenever MARK I turned his eye onto V3 he would turn up the pain. Whenever MARK I needed more power or thrust he would turn up the pain, whenever MARK I got bored he would turn up the pain, or any other reason. What was the reason now she wondered.
"V please. Look at you. Look at us.."
"Bunny. You look great. I think I just need some protein and a new leg"
"V I am serious. You can not fight this we cannot fight him"
"We can't" V repeated before straining to raise his head. He met her eyes with his. His gaze unrelenting, yet tired. Drained yet resolute.
"We can't but you can Bunny.. You got this. I'll just wait for you. I trust ya" His words carried a genuine sound to them as he spoke through the pain.
Her facial expression didn't change. Not really though she seemed concerned her body language was that of a neutral deposition as if she had not yet learned how to display emotions.
"Even if we did. Even IF! we did he still has the body. Our body."
"What a stud he must be. It's beach season I think? Where is he at right now?"
Bunny stepped back a step now. She was frustrated, though you would have to know her to tell it, since there were no obvious visual cues to indicate it.
"Jonathan. You are going to suffer and you are going to wish you were dead. I am trying to help you. You know that right? I do not want to see you like this"
"Then stop him. John spoke now with a weight behind each word. A tone of serious, murderous intent.
"I can't."
"Then leave me alone. I'll figure it out."
"It won't make a difference but we can stop the suffering. V..John. We can do good with this power. If we let him then maybe he..."
"If I stop suffering. Then it means others will suffer. He can't do the things he wants because I won't let him Bunny. He can not fight everyone and win. Not if I don't let him and he'll never be as strong as long as I am."
"Fine... then I am sorry for what is about to happen.. He wants you to watch this.." She turned away and began to walk off into the distance far beyond his point of view in their virtual space, she dissipated across the horizon no telling when or if she would ever be back. No telling if he would ever speak to anyone else ever again.
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Sixty-seven hours later. Location: Small moon. Back to reality.
MARK I tore the armor off of a frantic Albracian scout as he drilled his free hand into the mans chest. Tossing him aside he lunged across twenty yards to stab another man in the back as he ran away. He had killed some hundred or so men by his count, he'd stopped counting. Most were mercenaries, probably guides of some sort but a good few were Mynia's men. Their ship laid in tatters across the small moon, which held its own atmosphere. He could smell the fuel source pouring its contents onto the ground. He could still hear some of the moan pleading and groaning for mercy as he stepped over to each of them, brutally killing them with swift, piercing stabs as his hand morphed into a sort of arm lenghted blade he would use to drive through their abdomens intentionally missing vital organs once or twice by narrow margins, nicking the bones on his way out. He was growing to love this part of the chase. It was here where men showed their truest of colors. Against the deep blackness of space he would paint the grounds red in their blood. And in their tears.
W.C 1531/ Post: #1 @null
