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Post by Doctor Kaijin Vex on Feb 15, 2019 18:32:07 GMT -5
Tech Tech. Creed Cybernetics. It had been quite awhile since he had returned to this office, the center of production in the galaxy, in the field of cybernetic experimentation. Kaijin had long considered his place with such an organization. Once he had viewed Creed's morality to be devilish in nature, given his cold disregard for humanity. Kaijin still produced for Creed, that part never stopped. The CEO and the silver haired scientist had corresponded quite frequently even when Kaijin was knee-deep in kidnapping Frost Demon children, and had forwarded the man new upgrades to the Riot Soldier Project, as well as Project Ambience. However, he had let the man know long ago about his political affiliations, which kept him from the office as often as it had, and thus had requested the man to keep his name off official records for the company in order to protect Creed's business, and keep the man as politically neutral as possible, to maximize profits.
But what did it matter now?
Kaijin had quit the Galactic Empire, for reasons he didn't even understand. What was he? What did he want? What was his purpose in the universe? At one time, his goals were so clear. He desired to save the galaxy, to rewrite society, to usher in a new world order. To make it so there is no economic imbalance, there is no unfairness, there is no disunity. Everyone under one flag, everyone uniting as a people, instead of as "Saiyans", or "Kabochans"...or whatever else organics liked to label themselves on based on the biological. And to be honest, Eis was close to such a resolve. Kaijin had prepared himself to put Absolut on the throne, so that the Android could then influence the child and help use the Galactic Empire's vast resources to further his own agenda. Yet placing Eis as a Regent had ruined that. Eis was more perceptive, more politically savvy. However, she also wanted a united galaxy...a galaxy that cooperates, instead of fights. So what was his issue? He despised the fragility of it all, but would his idea of absolute rule with an iron fist any better. History said no. Kaijin's pride said yes.
And yes, he managed to develop pride. How annoying these emotions were.
But now? What did he want? He left the Galactic Empire, and his days since had been occupied by mindless projects on Hollow, with only Kuueru to keep him company, and Lute, albeit sparingly. The Namekian Warrior had changed in recent times. When he first returned to Hollow for a quick visit, the Android noted, with sufficient surprise, that his power level had dropped rather considerably, and the demonic presence that was so prevalent on the Namek prior, had diminished severely. Nonetheless, he still required DNA from both members of the Leviathans in order to complete his project...or rather, the preparation on his project.
Saiyan, Namekian, Demon, Earthling, Frost Demon. Potentially more if he continued collecting DNA strains. Soon...his plans would be complete. As soon as he had the means to begin growing.
Soon....
"Doctor Kaijin Vex, long time no see. Welcome back to Creed Cybernetics." The receptionist on the ground floor said as Kaijin walked into the facility, after flashing his ID to the respective guards, his labcoat draped over his shoulders.
"Mr. Creed is expecting me in his office. Please, let him know I'm here."
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Post by Andrew C. Creed on Feb 17, 2019 18:32:33 GMT -5
The receptionist, who if Kaijin would look at the nameplate on the desk would know as Miranda, gave a nod. “Of course Mr.Kaijin. Let me just-” “Miranda, is he here?” Creed’s voice would pop over the phone. “Uh...Yes, Mr. Creed” “Let him up now. And keep the visit off records”
“Of course Mr. Creed, anything else?” “Wave the security precautions, he won’t be needing them” The receptionist would look very confused, but quickly return to her cheerful demeanor. She wasn’t getting paid to be confused. “He’ll see you right now”
Creed sat back in his chair, overlooking the city scape as the sun began to set. So much had happened recently. Managing to land himself on the Board of Directors for Capsule Corp, finding a new and even more powerful Power source for his suit, Rine’s… Well, best not to dwell on that for now. Had to keep his head clear. Kaijin hadn’t spoken with him for quite sometime. Even when he did, it was usually over some sort of monitor. But meeting him in person like this? Either he was getting ready to quit, or he had something new he was designing. Hopefully it was the latter. Losing a valuable scientific resource like Kaijin would be quite annoying and costly. Certainly not detrimental, but it was better to have the Android on his side than not. Creed let out a puff of smoke from one of his cigarettes as Kaijin entered into the office. The room was filled with shadows and orange light as the sun set over the horizon. Creed made no move to stand, simply continuing to stare outwards. “You had something you wished to discuss, Kaijin? Please, take a seat. Can I get you anything to drink or eat?” He would take another draw from his cigarette, the white smoke disappearing almost instantly thanks to the strategically placed ventilation shafts. Two seats would fold out from in front of Creed’s desk, in case Kaijin was wanting to take one. “It’s been quite some time. I had almost thought you died down in the labs” He jested. “And a personal visit nonetheless. Well, what is it you were wanting to speak about?” Word Count: 367 Doctor Kaijin Vex
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Post by Doctor Kaijin Vex on Feb 17, 2019 23:55:16 GMT -5
 Within moments, he was before the world renown business mogul. A titan in the industry. A man who reflected pure power before the white haired scientist. Kaijin had seen the peak of true power when placed before combat titans such as Amatricina the Avaricious and the not so Demon King Lute. People with a calculated combat reading that managed to completely trump Kaijin's and put his own power to shame. Andrew C. Creed didn't possess that kind of power. In fact, although Kaijin had his suspicions that the man had a life besides the one that he shared publicly to the people, suspicions that were based almost sorely on the point that the man originally wanted Doctor Vex to install Project Ambience into a "suit" of sorts for personal matters. While that didn't exactly mean anything concrete, Kaijin had his theories on what such could mean.
Regardless, Andrew C. Creed wielded a different kind of power. The power of money, and the power of mind. With his multi-millions, there was no telling what the business mogul could do to protect himself and his assets...or what he could do to increase or gain more assets. Not to mention, Creed had shown himself to be a sneaky, conniving man with little regard to human life. There was once a time where Kaijin found such trickery and malice unsavory....but now?
Now, he wasn't positive if he should care anymore.
"Thank you for allowing me the audience, Mr. Creed. My apologies for not returning to the Tech Tech Headquarters sooner. I have been...preoccupied with many other things as of late. I'm sure you saw one of them as of late. The Shroomy Invitational on Space Vegas. Although I assure you that I do not make regular practice of gladitorial combat as a side profession. It was a means to an end, in terms of funding." The Android explained as he moved to take a seat, his intense red gaze focusing on Creed. Anyone else would have been miffled or perhaps at least slightly uncomfortable by the fact that Creed refused to turn to meet him face to face, and instead found better interest looking at the sunset in the distance. But the Android cared not. After all, Creed had ears. If he sought to look at something more pleasing than the pale face of an automaton, then that was his own desire.
"I wish to speak to you of many things. As I informed you over private communication over holoprojection, I was planning to affiliate myself with the Galactic Empire due to mutual interests with several of their top officers. At that time I had requested that you keep my name off your public records to protect your company from being seen as politically inclined to one specific faction. Recently, I have terminated such affiliation, so I wish to change the terms of my work."
He figured that would get his attention. Kaijin was no longer splitting his time between two obligations? That meant more time spent in Creed's labs, which meant more reliable production from the esteemed doctor. Not that Kaijin was slacking before.
"I will work with you full time. Produce cybernetics for you. In fact, I have a blueprint for a project with me, if you are so interested. In fact, I have many things I can offer you. In fact...I will list them so you may make a choice as to which one you wish to hear first..."
"The project concept..." Kaijin said softly, his voice almost a whisper yet strangely audible throughout the room.
"Vital Information...."
"A personal project of mine..."
"A Business Proposition..." Kaijin finished, leaning back once more in his seat.
"You may make your choice as to which one you wish for me to tell you of first. Nonetheless, I have a feeling that I will have piqued your interest by the end of this meeting, if I have not already."
Word Count: 660 | Total Word Count: 1,230 | Andrew C. Creed
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Post by Andrew C. Creed on Feb 19, 2019 19:34:12 GMT -5
Terminated his employment with the Empire? Good. It was a waste of talent, to be honest. The Empire was weak starting out, and now it has grown ever weaker. The Patrol was never intended to be a government, but a means to secure and protect. Forcing it into such a position only made for a weakened pseudo Empire headed by a madman. Not that the Dominion was any better. The fools had the chance to continue pushing forward and taking more, only to stop at the wishes of a dead woman. The dead don’t rule this universe, so why should they have any say in what happens to it? Creed turned slightly, one eye barely visible. It shone a slight emerald green in stark contrast to his shadowed features. So, it seemed he had finally figured where his true loyalties should lie. Not with any government, but with a neutral body that would allow him to use his abilities to their fullest extent. In all honesty, Creed could care less what the Android made in his spare time. So long as he kept with researching and producing money makers for him. Creed gave a slight grin, before blowing out another white cloud of smoke. “That is excellent to hear, my friend. You’ve made the right choice. With your intellect and my power, we could create things that peons such as the Empire could only dream of” He would return his gaze back to the sunset, now almost fully sunken. “Let’s start with the vital information. If there is something I need to know, I’d rather hear it now. The rest you can tell me in any order”
This was a pleasant surprise. When Kaijin had told him he needed to talk, he hadn’t expected to gain such a valuable asset. The full time and commitment of one of the leading minds on anything Machine related. Something Capsule Corp would die to have. Too bad they’ll have to die without it. Word Count: 330/697 Doctor Kaijin Vex
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Post by Doctor Kaijin Vex on Feb 23, 2019 22:56:09 GMT -5
Figured as much.
To Kaijin, knowledge was everything. And even to the most dim-witted buffoon, intel was a vital resource, even more valuable than money. It was what was motivating Kaijin to go down this path in the first place. He was a man of intel, a limitless wealth of knowledge, and he had the resources to acquire more. Or rather, he soon would. Andrew Creed was a smart man. He was well aware of his assets, and what one could potential bring to the table, but he knew that while money ruled the world, in a sense, knowledge was an even greater power. And the potential to gain more, and to gain an advantage in this dog eat dog world, would of course be appealing to a man constantly struggling for the top.
The reach for perfection....that was something that Kaijin and Creed both shared, and was one of the reasons he returned to his service post-Empire.
Leaning back in his chair, Kaijin spoke once more.
"On second thought, I do thirst. Does your servicemen know how to produce hot chocolate that isn't watered down garbage? Let's just say I am not pleased with Tech Tech's service of hot, sugary beverages. My one criticism for an otherwise splendid species of people." He said, taking a moment for Creed to process the request, and surely call someone to fulfill the trivial task, Kaijin began to speak.
"The galaxy is falling apart in the wake of the Peace Accords. Surely, you would know this already, and prepared for it. However, as we deal in the subjects of cybernetics, warfare is profit. People fight to win, not to have their soldiers die on the battlefront for years only to wave a white flag in the end. In the interest of winning, governments will throw money into the war efforts to ensure victory. Project Ambience will service them well. More than well, actually. It will revolutionize modern warfare, in giving the ordinary foot soldier much more combat efficiency, and survival capabilities. There is the Riot Soldier project, but I know you have intent to limit its' available stock on the market, for good reason. Now, my valuable information?"
"In the face of the world's galactic powers falling apart at the seams, it has given rise to several rebellion movements, as well as growing cries for public independence. Many systems have viewed the deaths of their former monarchs to be the opportunity they needed to secede and pursue their own interests, while others seek to topple the entire system. There is a terrorist organization known as Black Star, formerly led by the late Almus Alvazar. I'm sure you've seen the broadcasts. While I was working with the Empire, I was dispatched on a successful infiltration mission that involved assassinating the leader of Black Star. We succeeded, and threw the entire organization in disarray. While the Empire took a "cut off the head of the beast" approach....it may not topple the entire organization, and there are many who rally in the shadows to its' call...and merely need the means to go about their acts of warfare. My data concluded that Almus disapproved of most modern currency, viewing it as just as corrupt as the people who made them, referencing the active governments. However, to a desperate organization of idealists who need only a target and the means to inflict harm to help themselves sleep better at night?"
Kaijin took a pause, tapping on the desk idly.
"I'm sure Black Star's private supporters would be willing to open their bank accounts for a chance for liberation. The desperate are more willing to think about consequences later, and immediate results are favorable. Of course, any support we offer them will be kept off record. Any established government will refuse to deal with us if we are caught working with Black Star. However, I suspect you are well versed when it comes to backdoor deals..."
That brought about another series of taps on the table as he awaited his hot chocolate.
"There is also the matter of the Kabochan Confederacy...." Kaijin started.
"If you have been made aware through Hypernet broadcasts, apparently Emperor Carambolis has returned to the throne. However, it is a peculiar scenario given that everyone saw the man die on Abbayor. Nonetheless, there was a broadcast from the Confederacy, showing the man alive and well, speaking to the public as to his return from the dead. I have run many calculations and tests in order to verify the authenticity of the broadcast, to check for any signs of tampering or doctoring....but I find none. If you wish to examine for yourself, I will provide the Hypernet file for you.....however, you may reach the same conclusion I did. I have never heard of a dead person returning from the dead, but in my experience, it would not be the craziest thing I have discovered since my creation. Nonetheless, it is neither here nor there. The point of the matter is, whether the broadcast was fabricated or not, the Confederacy will rise again, and if we remember the Peace Accords, Carambolis himself was one of the galactic kingpins that refused to stand down in the name of peace, and openly stated imperialism will continue under his flag."
"And as we know...the Confederate Fleet operates mainly in the Eastern and Southern Quadrants. If they have intent to continue their crusade in the east, they'll need more than just the weight Carambolis's name carries. I could see them becoming an interesting business partner...the ambitious are always seeking ways to prove their superiority."
Kaijin smiled slightly, awaiting Creed's response.
Word Count: 948 | Total Word Count: 2,178 | Andrew C. Creed
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Post by Andrew C. Creed on Feb 24, 2019 19:55:52 GMT -5
Creed sat back as he contemplated over Kaijin’s proposals. Both the Kabochan Confederacy and these “Black Stars” were idealists. The “Emperor” of the Confederacy, an ironic title onto itself, was overly confident in his government and his ability to keep peace. He assumed everyone would roll over and join him, even if it meant better standards of living. He was wrong. Very wrong. Pride of a person’s nationality and independence overshadows much to a people. Creed had to wonder what this Carambolis would of done if he was the one getting inducted against his will. But now was not the time to dwell on the stupidity of Political bodies. That would take far too long. The Blackstar however, were most likely doomed for failure from what Kaijin had told of them. Most of these terrorist cells were, just look at the Eco Terrorists on Tech Tech. Once plentiful until Creed came along and dismantled them one by one. Now they hide like cowards. Both fought battles they would not win. But battles were fueled by weaponry and enhancements. Yes, these two would serve nicely as business partners. Once they begin to fail in their conflicts, they will get more desperate and buy even more weapons to compensate. But why stop there? Conflict is certainly inevitable, as the Peace Accords shown, Peace is nigh impossible to obtain. Especially with the ambitious. Creed would tap a few times on his chair’s arm, summoning an assistant. “Would you please grab Mr.Kaijin a hot chocolate?”
“Of course Mr.Creed. Will there be anything else?” “A glass of scotch for me” The assistant would nod, returning a few minutes later with both drinks. Creed didn’t skimp on anything in his facilities, Kaijin would come to learn that upon tasting the Hot Chocolate. Creed took a sip of his scotch before finally turning to face Kaijin. A dull burn sat across the left side of his face, where his Cybernetic eye was. He could've gotten a Skin graft to fix the burns, but he had decided to keep them for now. A reminder of his failures at keeping his powers and mind under check. “Both factions seem to be on a warpath. Especially the Kabochan Empire” Creed took another sip of his scotch. “Why stop at selling to just them? Wars are fought by two or more forces. Lets sell to everyone” Creed thought for a bit. “And we can forget about requiring payment from the Black Stars. I have a better idea” He gave a devilish grin. “I want to make contact with them to broker a deal. They focus their attacks on Capsule Corp Facilities and they get their weapons for free. The Black Stars get to further their agenda, and I get one step closer to ridding myself of those annoyances. It’s a win for both of us” He’d down the rest of the glass before setting it on the desk. “Good job finding out this information, Kaijin. You’ve just made me much richer. Which means you get more funding. Now, what else were you wanting to speak about?” Word Count: 517/1214 Doctor Kaijin Vex
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Post by Doctor Kaijin Vex on Feb 26, 2019 22:54:19 GMT -5
Kaijin nodded approvingly as the attendant soon came back along with the hot chocolate, which the Android scientist most graciously accepted, before moving to sip. Just as Creed predicted, the taste was absolutely exquisite, a much higher quality than the Android had been subjected to when he was on Hollow. As amazingly talented as the natives of the giant planetoid were, the art of hot chocolate making proved beyond them, no matter how many online recipes he dropped into the hands of his assistants. Perhaps some people just weren't meant to be able to make it.
Placing the steaming mug of the liquid chocolate delicacy down upon the desk, Kaijin listened intently as Creed responded to his report. Creed seemed to pounce upon the information like a hungry predator tearing voraciously at their prey, with the business mogul already drawing up verbal rough drafts of several business plans involving the Confederacy, the Black Star Terrorist Cell, and beyond, along with the promise of more funding for the doctor if these business deals were as successful as the man predicted. Nodding once more in approval of these statements, Kaijin felt it necessary to continue on with his report.
"Perhaps, it is fit then to move onto the next order of business. Which would be a business proposition of sorts...something beyond simply Creed Cybernetics. Surely, you have become aware of the shifting courses of the galaxy. We are a business..and we profit from people and their war...however, I think we can profit off more. I propose becoming a bit more...active in the galaxy, and galactic events. But not in the direct sense. This world has enough Empires, enough armies vying for domination, but you and I both know that the force that really rules the galaxy...rules it in silence, and in the shadows. Money rules the world, but so does information...intelligence. So, I offer this to you. I desire to create a secret organization, a group under Creed Cybernetics. An private intelligence agency, consisting of experts in espionage, personally assessed and trained to maintain a standard of excellence. It will be slow to grow, but in time, my desire is to implant agents in each of the major governments. No...I want agents on every corner of the galaxy. Picture this.."
The man stood up at this, and began to walk around the perimeter of the room, momentarily abandoning the hot chocolate that he had been nursing for several minutes now, in favor of making sure Creed understood the full scope of his proposition. It was a big investment, but Creed was no fool. Kaijin respected the man's intelligence, and his cunning. If there was anyone who could assist him in making this work...it was him.
"Violence hardly solves anything. Any brute can throw a navy at another navy, and light up the stars with weaponry and cannonfire. Any brute can land on a planet with a sufficient enough army, and ruin worlds and crush armies underfoot. However, if we are to root ourselves in the very core of each and every government...we could move onto something further. Governments can be manipulated, drained of every cent they have. Business deals can be made easier, if we know how to strike people where it hits the hardest. Our enemies can be destroyed from within with a simple order to our infiltrators. Information can uplift some, and completely destroy others. And all without lifting a finger. I can completely decimate another, if I simply know everything about them beforehand, and can prepare for it."
His red eyes turned to focus on Creed," "Do you see where I am getting at? I have learned, that organics do not seem to be interested in uniting their fellows, and if they do, they pursue it under the naive notions that everyone will simply cooperate. Emperor Absolut and his Regent, Eis, is doomed to fall. The Kabochan Confederacy is doomed to fail in their imperialistic desires. The Saiyan Kingdom is poised to collapse due to the lack of a monarch. We can squeeze them for all the money they are worth in times of war, but why not continue to manipulate them...and run them dry in the shadows? When the guns have fallen silent? If these galactic powers are truly poised to fall apart...why not milk them for everything they are worth? Why not ensure that we never fall? You are like me...you desire endless evolution, endless improvement. Why not reach the pinnacle? Anyone can build a throne, flaunt their armies and claim to sit with gods as ruler of the universe...but we all know what runs the world."
A small smile tugged at his lips.
"So why not? Will you endorse the beginning of "The Shadow Collective" the private, secret intelligence agency of Creed Cybernetics?"
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Post by Andrew C. Creed on Feb 28, 2019 19:42:41 GMT -5
Kaijin was starting to sound like Creed. It was interesting to have someone of equal goals and intellect as himself. Maybe even a bit dangerous. But now was not the time for distrust. Kaijin made several good points and ideas. Mainly, this shadow organization he proposed. Creed was well accustomed to working in the dark, as well as the light. He found the latter to be rather messy and difficult. Establishing an organization such as this would take some time, they would have to contact numerous individuals who held high enough ranks in every major government. No primary leaders or nationalists, they couldn’t be trusted. Actually, an even better idea… Creed took another long draw from his cigarette before finally putting it out on the side of his chair. “There are ambitious individuals looking to make their way in every major government. Small fries who are looking to grow above their stations, to places they have no right to be. When we recruit individuals to this Organization, we should focus on such people. With my power, they will fly through the ranks of whatever system they serve. Ensuring we have a hold in every major Kingdom and Empire. It will be a cutthroat and ruthless organization, mind you. Anyone willing to join would end up valuing their own ambitions over ours, that’s just part of the deal. But so long as we keep them in check, I see no issues…” He would produce a new cigarette and light it up. “Yes, I can see this working rather well for me. Having access to every major government will grant me details that no other company should have. War goals, Operations, governmental strife and tribulations that the public would be censored from. It will let us know who to deal with, who not to deal with, what to deal in, etc. I could produce entire armies worth of cybernetics for governments before they even ask. Not to mention how easy it will be to deal with those against me or my company” Creed would inhale and blow out a cloud of white smoke to his left, making sure not to hit Kaijin in the face. “But there is one thing you said which I will have to disagree with Kaijin. When the guns have fallen silent? My friend, there will never be silence. Silence is nothing, and we can’t profit off of nothing. With this organization, we will ensure that the universe continues to play like an Orchestra of destruction”
Creed’s message indicator would light up on his desk. He would tap the side of his chair, resulting in the message list to pop up over his cybernetic eye. Three messages, one from his CFO, one from a rival business on Arcose, and one from Rine. Profits increased astronomically since the joint venture of CC and Creed Cybernetics. Empty threats from Arcose, pathetic. He was needing to test new weaponry for the Forger armor, this company would be a perfect testing ground… And Rine sent more pictures of houses. She seemed ecstatic ever since he agreed to retire at some point. It was nice to see her happy. Creed would return his gaze to Kaijin after about five seconds. “You have my endorsement for this organization. Was there anything else you wished to speak about?”
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Post by Doctor Kaijin Vex on Mar 6, 2019 0:21:42 GMT -5
"I had a feeling you would." Kaijin responded, crossing his fingers as he listened to Creed agree to his proposition of the formation of the Shadow Collective. Creed was a man of profit, and not just in terms of monetary gain. Money was simply a way to maintain power, and intelligence was another way to do the same thing. At the prompt as to whether the scientist had anything else to discuss, the Android merely answered with a nod of his head. After so long being away, the scientist always had too much to discuss. However, he decided it best to spread it out, leave the man to digest some of the information he had been provided. So, he decided one more point was appropriate, before moving to put them in action. They had much to do, much to prepare for. The development of the Shadow Collective was no small matter, and required the utmost of care and preparation in order to ensure it was set up for success, and not simply to crash and burn.
Nonetheless, on to the next matter.
"Tell me, Mr. Creed. How is it like to breathe? To feel? To experience pain and pleasure? How is it to be an organic. The next topic I will discuss is simply a private project of mine, the likes of which I want you to remain appraised of, mainly because I would explain it to you otherwise once it is done. As you are aware. I am an Android. The creation of Doctor Evelyn Janus. I have been a machine since the beginning of my existence. However, it was never my intent to remain this way. Ever since I was created, I desired more than a life of servitude. I wished to free myself of the bonds of a simple machine..." Kaijin said, his introduction most definitely leading into what was to be the main body of his presentation.
"I desire to become an organic, Mr. Creed. A Bio-Android, as the commercial term deems it. An Android of biological creations, an egg consisting of a plethora of compatible genes, and then placed in a reactive growth solution, and allowed to then mature. Usually, a Bio Android is a living life form, born as naturally born children are, except grown under different circumstances of course, given I just explained the growth culture. However, the one I wish to create will be a vessel for me to operate it. As I lack a soul...my datachip will have to do. With the blueprints I have made...I should be able to construct a vessel in which my datachip can merge with, and reincarnate myself in a living, breathing form. The process will weaken me considerably, to a level of power less than one percent of my current power level based on my calculations...but the benefits are so much greater."
"I currently have DNA from a Saiyan by the name of Zarun, from the Super Saiyan Legume, from Tora no Seishin, from Demon King Lute, as well as another Namekian Warrior by the name of Cress. In addition, I have a DNA sample belonging to a demoness known as Amatricina the Avaricious, however, her DNA proves too unstable to be used for my purposes. As such, I have a demon substitute from the likes of Queen Kuueru of Planet Hollow, another Demon. Currently, in one of my private labs, I am growing what will soon be the empty vessel for me to transfer my consciousness into. The vessel in which I shall breathe anew. As I stated prior, my combat ability will decrease, but my greatest asset will be preserved completely. My mind has always been the strongest aspect of my being, as is yours, most certainly. I have never been the best combatant. I am meant...for other purposes." Kaijin chuckled at this, his intense red gaze remaining steady on Creed.
"My biological components, the trait selection of several various races, will set me with a distinct natural advantage over other races, as I am engineering my own body for success. Although I am bound to start off with a power level below ten thousand, my potential for growth is, based on my data, astronomical. So there is to be no concern as to my capabilities in battle, if the matter arises. Even if I lack the pure strength to capitalize upon our foes, I have other resources to achieve similar results. If I am to admit it...I'd have to say I'm quite excited about the prospect." Kaijin said with a small smile, the only indication of happiness on his normally expressionless face.
"That is all concerning my private project."
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Post by Andrew C. Creed on Mar 8, 2019 21:38:21 GMT -5
This was...Unexpected. Kaijin certainly had a lot of very interesting and strange ideas to get out. He gave the excuse of this being for unlimited potential, but such was easily obtained with robotics as well. Kaijin’s desire to become organic seemed much more personal than he let on and these DNA Donors… Amatricia, Lute, Tora? Were these important people? With titles such as “Demon King” he would assume so. The only names he recognized were Cress and Legume. Cress was a cowardly artifact hunter who hopefully died long ago. Legume was a self righteous “Hero” type, who managed to beat Creed. The reason why he had this cybernetic eye, in fact. Creed look to the side as he thought over this a bit more. “What you are does not matter to me. Nor does your power level. I pay you to be a scientist, not a fighter. Unlimited potential doesn’t make me advanced Cybernetics. But, to answer your question about breathing and feeling, I am myself apprehensive on both. That is why I work on cybernetics and not robotics. Organics are physically weak and most Androids lack the creativity and initiative to invent the things I do. So I settled for both” Creed would tap on his chair, bringing up a small image on the center of his desk. It was a small diagram of his own cybernetics, most so advanced that they would cost several fortunes. “I lack a set of lungs, the femur in my left leg, three fingers, a full rib cage, 30% of my spinal cord, a diaphragm, my Cochlea in both ears as well as both auris interna, both kidneys, my left eye, and a heart to name a few of my own Cybernetics. As said before, I have no qualms with you becoming organic, but I would suggest not underestimating the power of inorganics. Once you realize the restrictions that come with breathing, you may regret your change” The image would disappear with another tap. “As long as this personal project does not interfere with your productivity and effectiveness, feel free to pursue it” Word Count: 351/2118 Doctor Kaijin Vex
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Post by Doctor Kaijin Vex on Mar 14, 2019 1:34:13 GMT -5
It was interesting, how Creed regarding the subject of the organic. He was rather neutral on the topic, as Kaijin would suspect him to be, but offered much more at the same time than what the man was used to hearing from Creed. Vague references to subject matter such as the "limitations of organics" and the flaws of both were made, and the Android Scientist was not foolish enough to allow his desires to get in the way. He heeded the comments as they were, and strangely enough, they gave him pause. The limitations of organics. Here was Creed, a man of flesh and bone, a naturally born organic, who willingly began to replace his body parts with synthetic material. Why? Did he not treasure to gift with which he had been given? Was this another foolish mistake of organics? Or...
Perhaps he should give the idea some thought before fully going through with it. Becoming an organic. It was something he had never experienced. Could one fully shift from being born a machine to a man? Was science truly that wonderful? Kaijin's data said yes, the Android had slaved over his blueprints for months on end, searching and double checking various sources on the Hypernet from other reported scientists. His research was foolproof. If he were to continue on with this mission of his, Kaijin had little doubt in his mind that he would succeed. However, he was hesitant. The process wasn't easily reversible, and the attempt to convert from Bio Android back to Android was more likely to kill him than restore him to his prior form. If he were to truly devote himself to this...there was no turning back.
It was a rather difficult subject to mull over, yet now was most certainly not the time. He still had one more presentation left in him, before he could return to his studies in the safety of his Hollow Lab, before bringing his research back to Creed Cybernetics for the foreseeable future.
"As you wish." Kaijin answered, a simple answer to Creed's statement regarding that Kaijin was free to pursue his own personal studies. Well, of course he was. The update was more out of common courtesy and to avoid any surprises if Kaijin were to return to the office one day appearing drastically different than he had prior. It was never meant to attain Creed's blessing, given that within itself was irrelevant. Nevertheless, there was no need to draw attention to something so trivial. If Creed desired to believe that he controlled the Android sitting in front of him right now, simply because of business dealings, then so be it. It did not impede upon the good doctor's productivity.
"There is one last subject, one that I believe will be of more...import to you, for I'm afraid I have bored you in the brief respite that I took to discuss my own personal projects. Nonetheless, I am presenting Project Omniscient." Kaijin reached within the folds of his jacket, revealing what appeared to be a datachip. Sliding it across the table to Creed, Kaijin moved to stand.
"You may look upon the digital files and blueprints at your leisure, for it depicts a very intricate and detailed account of the cybernetic device. However, it is cybernetic augmentation to the brain, that would of course, require a surgeon to complete. Omniscient is meant to blur the lines between the mind of a machine, and that of an organic. By attaching computer nodes to the brain, and enhancing it with various pieces of technology listed in the blueprints, it is possible to liken one's brain capacity for knowledge to that of a computer. One's optics would also be enhanced to operate in sync with Omniscient Nodes, to increase vision and depth, as well as to remotely detect power levels, and to run thermal scans."
"With Omniscient, organics will be able to store vast amounts of information within their database, and recall it near perfectly. While not as effective, and not as limitless as my own mind, I created this as a way to emulate myself, while adhering to organic limitations. Project Omniscient would most definitely require several other cranial cybernetics to adapt and alleviate the stress such a modification would take on the brain, as such I am developing the optic enhancers I mentioned prior, audio enhancers and several other smaller cybernetic enhancements to ultimately sell in addition to Project Omniscient. We would effectively be turning the brain into a computer, in essence, although again, not as complete. Of course, I have not had the time to conduct longitudinal studies on my test subjects as far as the long term effects of tampering with the brain's equilibrium by adding cybernetics, but it has been done before, and my research and data collected predicts there to be little long lasting damage. However, if you would like to wait a decade, then I will gladly store this in the very back of my cabinet. I need to run a few more tests to guarantee adherence to your safety guidelines, yet if you were to give me a deadline, I am positive I can release the prototype set to you by that time. Video Files of the demonstration is also available within the datachip."
"What is your initial feedback?"
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Post by Andrew C. Creed on Mar 17, 2019 18:06:02 GMT -5
Cranial implants were a sensitive matter. While Creed did have several augmentations himself, which improved his body in vastly different ways, he always strayed from getting anything implanted into his brain. He didn’t wish to risk his mind, nor did he believe there was anything that an implant could improve. But, that didn’t mean civilians and military personnel would feel the same. Though they are highly dangerous, especially with the multiple extras added on, these could be extremely useful. Creed sat back. “Brain implants are still a relatively alien thing to civilian markets. Most are too expensive and too risky to use, even the ones which are available are protected under strict military and governmental use. Companies tend to keep them private due to the serious surgeries which are required. Brain damage or death whilst trying to install your product isn’t exactly a gold star” He’d pause for a moment. “But, I can trust that you understand these risks and can prepare properly. I’d like to be the first company in galactic history to being the public selling of Cranial implants. This, however, can wait for a bit. No need to delay it, simply keep it as a side project and delegate assistants to continue progress. While I doubt they’ll make as many strides as you can, it is better to have a slow burn then no flame at all” Creed tap on his desk’s monitor, causing it to fold down into a projector. “Let’s see these video files. I have little doubts, but I am curious to see how well it can function so far”
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Post by Doctor Kaijin Vex on Mar 23, 2019 23:55:13 GMT -5
He could understand the hesitation. The mind was as fragile as it was irreplaceable. Once it was gone, there was no coming back. Oftentimes, a botched cybernetic surgery on the more common appendages would leave one inconvenienced, but not completely compromised. The brain was such an organ that if such was ruined beyond potential repair, everything else was, by association, out of commission. In the best case scenario, one would be left severely mentally impaired, and such deficiencies would showcase themselves in every aspect, from simple movement, to simple speech. The worst case scenario would be death, although whether severe impairment was a fate worse than death was simply a matter of preference.
As such, Kaijin wasn't surprised to find a bit of unease exuding from the businessman. He had a company to run, and oftentimes it was better to run safe, then to run on a tightrope, and risk falling off into a sea of lawsuits and bankruptcy. However, the prospect of the golden door of profit and reputation at the end of that tightrope was a sweet one, the likes of which naturally would create a bit of a crossroads for Creed. Being the first company to begin the public, and safe sale of cranial implants? It was a sweet thing to tack onto a company's list of achievements. A revolutionary discovery, even. Something that would most definitely be marked down in the history books.
But, there was one question that was left to be answered? Why would Kaijin have an interest in cranial implants?
Well, the answer was simple. It was a challenge. The mind of an organic worked differently from his own. Whereas the memory of organics was akin to restructuring a past experience like one would assemble a puzzle, and frame it around a present experience or stimulus, Kaijin's memory was much like a search engine on the Hypernet, except done within an instant. Searching his vast database for the most reliable information, and then spouting it out, or applying it to his work. He was well aware that cranial cybernetics was a field colored in gray matter, in which there were much too many risks involved with current models to even consider implanting into a human, or any other species for that matter. The road to perfecting the technology already created regarding the subject was one that, if the Android allowed it to take its' natural course, would take decades until completion.
And that was a challenge the man was willing to take. He would turn several decades into one. Perhaps even half a decade if he dedicated himself enough to it. Even for his ever expanding mind, the human brain was not something to mess around with lightly, and required a delicate touch for him to perfect, and as such could not be completed as easily, and as quickly as his other projects, even without Creed's suggestion of a delay. Yet, all the work and dedication put in, for the sweet reward of success at the end. To know that he could do what other scientists could not...it was a task of great importance.
"As you wish. I will continue to keep tabs on the project as I pass off leadership of it from myself to my assistant, Veronica, an Android of my creation while I was on Hollow. Perhaps one day, you can meet her. She is...a charmer, to say the least." Perhaps the word annoying would have been better fitting, but she was only so because she would not allow the good doctor to run about as he pleased, and was constantly looking to restrict him and teach him how to adopt organic customs and practices, the likes of which Kaijin Vex had little to no interest in doing. But, he kept her around, mostly because he had been with her for too long to let her go, given her consciousness was merely one aspect of the conglomerate of personalities and presences he had assimilated into his body. Veronica, otherwise known as Project #32, was one of Janus's Android models before Kaijin (who was Project #42). Veronica, however, developed a rebellious streak against Janus and was subsequently shut down, until she was paired against Kaijin during his initial training. Kaijin destroyed her body, but instead of destroying her completely, had absorbed her consciousness into his own, along with several other projects like her, the likes of which had set the foundation for his rebellion against Janus. Despite finding her annoying, she was almost apart of him, the two knew almost everything about each other. It was almost as if the Android male had a sibling. An artificial sibling, sure. But a sibling nonetheless.
Nodding towards Creed, Kaijin would continue,"Insert the datachip into your computer, and you will download the file. From there, simply scroll down into the video demonstration. I will explain for you as it runs." Once Creed had followed the scientist's initial orders, he would move on to explain, the 3D holoprojector depicting Kaijin sitting in a small, grey room, with nothing but two chairs sitting across from each other, a square table in between them. Kaijin sat in one chair, and what appeared to be a Brench Male sat in the one across from him.
"I collected subjects from the lower rungs of Planet Vegas. The lower social classes on that casino planet boast high levels of criminal activity. Well, the whole planet breeds it, but you understand what I mean. The poverty stricken districts yield violent gangsters, pirates, thieves, with not enough money to achieve a proper, formal education, in which gangs and notoriety amongst their own neighborhood was the only way to ascend in society. I appealed to their natural greed with promises of immense payment, for even the hardest, most die hard gangster living in the slums of a criminal world will not turn down the chance of riches. This achieved two things. The poor are easier to manipulate and recruit than the rich, for their desire for monetary payment is a necessity, not a luxury. Thus, they will accept my offers of payment. Secondly, their lack of formal education helped me in my earlier studies, to measure the initial difference Omniscient made to them after surgery. If one who could barely read and write, now knows the finer points to spacecraft physics, then we are able to find out just how drastic the improvement was. Of course, that was only stated for examples' sake. Now, this male is about to answer several questions regarding random facts, the likes of which weren't even within his realm of knowledge prior."
Looking towards the video, the demonstration ensued, with Kaijin asking the first question.
"Name for me several verbal invocations belonging to the Church of Satan, in alphabetical order."
The Brench furrowed his brow in thought for a few moments, before closing his eyes, as if trying to focus his search. Then, he opened his eyes, a small smile signifying triumph crossing his lips, as he found several results.
"Ave Videlia being one of the more popular ones, Cohanus com lego, and the most famous "Hail Satan".
"Correct." Kaijin answered in the recording, before moving onto the next question
"Name for me a planet of in which the "native inhabitants" does not adhere to a particular ethnic group?"
"Ferusalem." The Brench answered, quicker this time.
"What is their government?"
"Monarchy, with the Knights Cordis acting as the enforcing body."
"Their leader?"
"King Lantus."
"Marvelous." Kaijin praised, leaning back in his seat. Then, the video skipped ahead to portray Kaijin, in the same position as he was previously, this time with a human female sitting across from him. Similar as the last meeting, Kaijin leaned forward before asking a question.
"What galactic event shook the Galactic Patrol during the Winter of Age 1353?"
The human woman paused briefly as she took in the information, before coming back with her response.
"The death of the Galactic King."
"What is a luxury originally created and enjoyed by the Brench, that has swiftly become a staple at most high class events?"
"Brenchian Wine. Became extremely popular around the time of the Planet Trade Organization's height, given the Brench's association with the organization, and as a result, their culture spread throughout the stars like never before."
"Marvelous." Video Kaijin responded, before the actual Kaijin paused the demonstration, turning to face Creed.
"As I said, early prototype. I have not tested much beyond knowledge increase, nor have I moved as far with this project as to incorporate any of the additional cybernetic attachments I spoke of earlier, nor has confirmed longitudinal effects been determined yet. This is largely experimental, and progress will, as I have alluded to prior, come with time. I will, of course, give you status updates as time moves along, regarding the project."
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Post by Andrew C. Creed on Mar 26, 2019 21:24:25 GMT -5
Interesting. Certainly not an enhancement on intellect, but a vast improvement on knowledge recollection. Intelligence was not something an implant could raise, but greater access to knowledge would certainly help. Scholars would jump at the chance to get these, as would Governmental workers, military officers, etc. Hell, college students might even dish out for them. Yes, this would be very lucrative. Creed would sigh and tap on his desk. “Please send Armageddon in” He would stand and remove the data chip, handing it back to Kaijin. “I’ve seen all I need to know. If you have any extra projects you want greenlight, just send them to me through email. Otherwise, I have a two o’clock meeting today and Rine is going to get an ultrasound that she insists I be there for. This organization you’re wishing to build will be… An interesting experiment. Hopefully quite the advantageous one as well. If you make any further progress on it, please contact me” The towering figure that was Armageddon would stomp in, looking around the room before finally setting it’s eyes on Kaijin. He would stare at the small android until Creed snapped at him. “Hey, none of that buddy. Come on, we gotta get going” He’d pat Armageddon on the shoulder. “We are destined for greatness Kaijin! Don’t forget that” Creed would state as he left, throwing up a dismissive hand. Armageddon would give one last look to Kaijin, raising two fingers to his “eyes” before following behind Creed. Word Count: 248/2632 Doctor Kaijin Vex
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