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 Posted: Sun Mar 23, 2014 9:04 am
 Amar'e ❂ Goldblaze
Amar'e's expression as the fight continued became more serious. It seemed from her point of view that the initial attacker was toying with the other girl. Jaze's moves were nothing too complex (little did the tamareanean know the proding she was doing at the systems). Sure the first blast was quite interesting to watch but seeing it repeated again was a bit disappointing. Don't tell me all she told me earlier was just talk? If she doesn't pick up her pace soon I may just butt in.. the blonde pondered to herself. Repeating the same attack again and again would only bring ones downfall. but who knew, maybe the red head would get lucky, or prove she was really that good.
ooc: sorry for the wait.
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Posted: Wed Mar 26, 2014 7:40 pm
"Some people spend their lives,"
"Waiting for that special someone to come along."
 
Status: Good; Unharmed
Mood: Angry
Company: Amar'e; Mysterious Attacker
As the probes continued they picked up a few anomalies. It seemed that two sections of the enemy's AI were sending data back and forward in small amounts. The speed of the data being sent mixed with the small size were likely indicators of messages. Still, these messages seemed to be hopping over a recently rendered inactive zone in the enemy's programming. The same zone that Jezebel had really been probing beforehand. There were definitely three independent, yet interlocking AIs being used in this machine, and that fact alone explained a lot. There one probably designated for logistics and information processing, one designated for mobility and weaponry, and the other more of a communications hub for the other two, but would probably interface and assist with prioritizing and final decision making. And surely each AI could bypass the other and take control of certain functions, just in case one got locked up by something like a hacker or damaged hardware.
So that was what had happened. The dark zone was a bypassed AI. Which explained why the probes in that area never pinged back to Jezebel. Still, the other probes pinged back the occasional bits of information. A smirk replaced the flat line of Jezebel's mouth as she figured things out. And now, the real hacking began. The probes into the enemy's systems would slowly die off as the enemy spoke. Finally all probes would stop when Sasska stated that Jezebel had done as much as she was going to be able to do with the hacking. Still, Jezebel smirked at the being in front of her. Waiting until the figure had finished it's latest morphing.
"I would not compare yourself to me. It's an insult to me, and a gross exaggeration of your abilities. You were able to stonewall my hack attempts, not block them. Eventually they would have broken through, but I got all of the information I needed. It was easy. Overload the logic AI of your system, force the mobility and weaponry AI to bypass the logistic AI to control movement completely, and strain your systems. I have more information on you than you realize, and I only need one-sixteenth of the information I collected to take you down. But, your arrogance annoys me. Your inferiority is alien to your knowledge, and I pity you for that. You think yourself on my level? Well, you're sadly mistaken. I could show you everything I have, everything I can do, and you would only be able to comprehend half. You know what....here."
Suddenly the wireless link would reestablish between Jezebel and Sasska with a single, small file transfer from Jezebel to Sasska. Once the file was transferred, the link would terminate.
"It's a list of about half of my weaponry, available programs, and so on. If you're superior to me like you seem to believe, then you should need no more than that small amount of information to take me down quickly. So go ahead. Get your information and play your move...As for why I oppose you. You've already said why. Damaging property of my employer and home. Killing innocent human beings. The normal villainous actions. Being an advanced machine attacking a grounded jet with a mere human being inside. Pure cowardice and lack of talent."
O.O.C.
"Well, that's all bullshit."
"I prefer to find them by myself, no fate."
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Posted: Wed Mar 26, 2014 10:31 pm
 Sasska MacKenna Aaaaand there was the buzzkill. Boring, dull and repetitive tendencies thus far....and more gloating than she had done. Odd. Normally a hero goes and sticks with the former to an extreme....or adding cheesy lines about justice or something of that nature. Still, "blah blah blah I'm superior blah blah blah." This ex-human didn't seem to understand the relationship between machine and man....between steel and sinew. Sasska used her body as a tool, but ultimately the one in control was her brain. Her organic self. This opponent yet to reveal its name.....seemed to simply want to appear human...but otherwise be a machine.
What a dull and miserable existence. And here I thought being blown up, torn apart, and fed all that obedience garbage propaganda while being shoved into a robot's body was bad enough. This one here probably enjoys ******** masochist. Definitely got her own "brand" of heroism. Voluntarily tears her uterus apart over one stupid hunk of steel and a meatbag that was going to expire within a couple of decades anyway, and yet gives me a look of smugness AND has an ego bigger than the entire grounds of this facility.
"Sure as hell I can...unless you really are a robot. I don't care anymore about what you are. If you're a robot...I never had the interest to duel a machine in the first place. If you were a human....ya kinda forgot how to hero. You know, it's almost a shame that you've given me exactly what I need. My purpose is fulfilled. I'd say thanks.....but....I don't think you know what that means. If you were a real opponent, I imagine that I'd actually still be excited. Human or machine....you're DAMNED BORING. Abominable eighties technology level boring. Here I thought at least you were going to shoot the actual me with that arm cannon of yours....or maybe roundhouse me in the head....SOMETHING. All that seems to move on your body though are the shoulder joints and the jaw. I'm sure the legs move....occasionally. Call it cowardice, call it a lack of talent.....but that's exactly what a sentient computer would call a human. I guess I'll see you around next time, though I hope I don't.....gahh. So boring. Maybe your friend over there would have been more interesting to fight...or hell, even talk to."
Done. ******** done with this mockery of a human hybrid. Was the redhead superior in sheer intellect? You bet. Superior weapon systems? ....Probably. Figure? Debatable. Humanity, emotions? She had that in the bag though. Sasska hadn't come to play a game of wit chess with a supercomputer with a personality that made Langweilig appear to be cutting-edge. Still, without the ability to definitively shut it up, it would be best to once again return home and report in. A list of capabilities in both offensive and resourceful abilities would give her superiors an idea of what to expect...to plan to counter...as the standard.
Really, I should thank the computer for damning humanity all the faster. Still.....the probing was annoying, and as much as I like having you two....you're going to get in harm's way and be exploited. I don't want to be as smart as that thing over there, but I do wanna crush it. Be it as it may....I don't think I'll get that privilege. My successors are more likely to just show it up. Back to storage.....I suppose.
Breaking off the "confrontation" stance she'd taken up, she reached down and hefted the suit she'd discarded earlier. Offering a single nod to the noted companion to the computer, she began moving off. Purpose accomplished. Not satisfied, but with the knowledge given and that the computer would either have to react or let her get away with destruction and murder....good enough. Setting the suit up against a fence, Sasska moved to climb back in and re-activate it. Sure, running away was cowardly....but her superiors were cowards. Honestly, this whole "genocidal tool" gig was wearing thin. She'd continue using them, though.
Again, such a shame that both participants were unable to do battle with each other. The computer failing to acknowledge what should easily be noted, and taking such paranoid precautionary steps. Sasska, for failing to anticipate dealing with any type of opponent...not just the type she had been looking for. What was wrong with that one though? Even as the suit closed up and shifted into its raptor form and blasting away, it bothered Sasska. Would it have taken so much as to simply oblige and shoot? So what if you didn't know everything about an opponent....that was half the fun. Besides, even if what it stated that it had more information than she'd realized....would it matter? It would be nothing resembling a threat, if whatever it vocalized about her capabilities versus the computer's was valid.
The sooner the planet's dust and nothing more, the better. Even if I don't live to see it happen, I'll know that I've accomplished the victory over that thing. You won't be able to save everyone.
...Erm.....hey boss....we don't actually have that capability....do we? Also....what do you mean..much as you like having us....you're getting rid of us? Are we useless....obsolete?
...In a way. What you are though, are liabilities. Exploited to try and slow me down. You are liabilities in that I care too much about your safety, which is why I stopped worrying about Rosmarin once she was bypassed. And you....you're never in any real danger. I have an idea that I think that I could barter this knowledge for. Until Rosmarin is disinfected from the lingering coding and malware that likely was put there to track us, keep her bypassed. You and I are unhackable, but she is not. Just set course for home....usual route. I have this sinking feeling that I'm going to be put in storage for a long....long time.
With that, the figure streaked off, headed back across the country from whence it had come...headed once again for "debriefing" and "maintenance". **Exit**
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Posted: Sun Apr 06, 2014 3:23 am
Amar'e ❂ Goldblaze
Amar'e watched and stayed where she was the whole time. Eventually the intruder left. Jumping off the roof she was standing on she made her way towards her newly made "friend." "What was that all about?" She saw what happened but could not hear what was being spoken between them, if anything was said. "Also... you are part mechanical?"
ooc: sorry for the delay. I had plans to post but then would get distracted by real life stuff or other things on gaia x.x
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Posted: Mon Apr 07, 2014 12:17 pm
"Some people spend their lives,"
"Waiting for that special someone to come along."
Status: Good; Unharmed
Mood: Thoughtful
Company: Amar'e
Jezebel simply listened as the mysterious attacker retaliated verbally. Still, she had accepted the file and that was all Jezebel needed. There would be no way for the attacker to know that the file was really a Zip Bomb that would essentially freeze up her entire OS once opened. Nothing could process the amount of information that would suddenly appear, not even Jezebel. Though, Jezebel had anti-Zip Bomb programs installed in her software. Either way, Jezebel's goal was done once the attacker left. Sure, Jezebel would have rather killed the machine, or decommission it, but in all honesty she had not really felt like fighting.
Turning to look at Amar'e as she walked over to where Jezebel stood, Jezebel let her right forearm and hand return to their normal human shape. Combat protocols terminated and Jezebel returned to how she had been before the attack, besides the small bit of alcohol in her system. Looking around them as Amar'e asked what that machine was, Jezebel only shrugged. "I have no idea. Your guess is as good as mine, but it should be a problem again....at least for a while." But that was the question.
What was that machine that had attacked Ferris Aircraft? It was like Jezebel in concept. Human elements were mixed with machine, however the mix with the enemy had not been near half and half. Jezebel was still largely human. Her brain was both organic and mechanical. Metal armor style skin covered her vital organs. She was an organic person, with her organic portions reinforced by mechanical marvels that allowed her to operate as a machine, with hacking and combat alike. She was a human supercomputer of sorts indeed.
Turning her gaze back to Amar'e as she asked if Jezebel was mechanical, Jezebel nodded slightly. "Yes. Everything organic about me is reinforced and augmented by mechanical parts. Human brain with a mechanical brain. Metal armor reinforced skin. I'm both human and machine. Very interesting combination of life and metal, not to toot my own horn. But I'm enough human to still be called a human at the same time."
O.O.C.
"Well, that's all bullshit."
"I prefer to find them by myself, no fate."
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Posted: Tue Apr 08, 2014 11:48 am
Amar'e ❂ Goldblaze
Crossing her arms over her chest she listened attentively. So she didn't know the reason either for the sudden attack. Was the human world so unstable for such things to happen so often? "Mmmmm" Amar'e uttered as she put some strands of golden hair behind her ear. "Perhaps they won't come back," she said but her voice was not really convinced of that fact. Amar'e shrugged not bothering to think of the subject any further, it seemed unnecessary.
Her current interest was the girls physiology. So she was still a "human" just enhanced by mechanics. Although it was not a good comparison Amar'e couldn't help but consider what her gauntlets did for her as the same as Jezebel's situation. "Interesting, very interesting. I'd have never thought humans had capabilities too make such a degree of mecha beings... not that I'm very science savey. I've merely seen things here and there is all." Amar'e somewhat complimented while making perhaps some conversation. The tipsiness from the alcohol before was subdued. Things were calmer and admittedly a bit boring. The fight had been a bit entertaining, which caused her blood to boil. Amar'e was trying to fight her desire to get into a random fight just for the hell of it. Some habits were hard to kill.
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Posted: Sat Apr 12, 2014 8:47 pm
As the whole base erupted into a frenzy of activity and hustle, the employees couldn't help but press their noses towards the glass of their building as more and more military Jeeps rolled their way onto the runways. It seemed odd, Ferris had managed to somehow avoid being somewhat on the Military radar when it came to their properties or their in-development weapons. However, what Ferris had managed to create recently was far too important for them to ignore. Project Jezebel had far too much potential as a military application, especially at this time of inevitable crisis, to be ignored any further.
The MPs unloaded from Jeep after Jeep. Their guns ready to take on any kind of resistance from the staff or the weapon itself and eventually, a large tank made its way onto the forecourt and pointed itself towards the Ferris Aircraft building. The people inside would hand over the weapon or they would face obliteration. This was how things needed to be settled now; considering that Reign of Fear was still fresh in the minds of the human populace and the mess between the two Green Lanterns at Queensland Park wouldn't stop playing non-stop on most major News Networks. The General, medals glistening against his uniform, could only grit his teeth as he imagined the field day that the Daily Planet was having at his and his men's expense.
Nothing but carrion the lot of them, bottom feeders, too cowardly to face any real danger unless behind a desk with a keyboard. It made the General sick as he realized how far his Mighty Nation had fallen...
"Ferris Aircraft, this is the US Army! We have come to claim JEZ-B11! Surrender her now and you will be spared, this is your first warning! Any delay in the machine's immediate handover will be seen as an act of terrorism and we will open fire. Understood?" He put the megaphone down and waited. For that, in all honesty, was all he could do...
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Posted: Thu Apr 17, 2014 12:47 pm
"Some people spend their lives,"
"Waiting for that special someone to come along."
Status: Good; Unharmed
Mood: Annoyed.....again
Company: Amar'e; a*****e Army General
Listening as Amar'e spoke about what Jezebel had said. The technology that humans had was impressive, but only in respect to the human race itself. In comparison to the rest of the universe the human race was really far behind and nothing they did really seemed that impressive. Shrugging at the tail end of Amar'e speech, Jezebel spoke, her mind obviously on what had just happened. "I suppose...."
It was then that Jezebel's sensors alerted her to an approaching group...a group with weapons. Within moments a large group of people, in Army uniforms, and with weapons, virtually stormed Ferris Aircraft. In light of what had just happened, Jezebel initially assumed that they were on the installation to assist with recovery. However, Jezebel was soon proven wrong as her audio sensor picked up what the general said. Looking over at Amar'e, Jezebel rolled her eyes. "Stay here while I go deal with this s**t. If they come this way, just go back to my place. Last thing you want to army to see is an alien on an installation they think they own."
Turning away from Amar'e, Jezebel began to make her way over to where the General was standing, arriving in front of the General just as the tank was arriving. Instantly Jezebel's eyes narrowed at the General. Standing a good little distance away from the General, Jezebel spoke, her voice easily audible to the entire crowd of Army personnel in front of her. "General, you must be lost. You do not own this installation, despite the military contracts this place holds. Project JEZ-B11 is not a military project, nor is it just a machine. I am not a machine. I cannot be claimed by anyone anywhere for any reason. Now I suggest you and your band of merry men pull up your tights, turn around, and dance the ******** off somewhere else."
O.O.C.
"Well, that's all bullshit."
"I prefer to find them by myself, no fate."
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Posted: Thu Apr 17, 2014 4:23 pm
Having not been briefed on what JEZ-B11 looked like, for not many people but the higher ups in Ferris Aircraft and the Government knew what she actually looked liked in person, the General wasn't sure s to whether or not the ginger girl walking towards them was an employee of Ferris complying with demands or the weapon itself. The General had literally just been told by the President that there was a weapon at Ferris Aircraft that needed to be seized. No 'ifs', no 'buts', it would be brought to Washington even if it meant leveling the whole of Ferris Aircraft. Those were his orders and like any good soldier he was going to follow them.
It was as the girl spoke that the General noticed that what they were looking at was what they'd came for. Admittedly, he was slightly unnerved by how the female spoke and the fact that JEZ-B11 was not exactly what he imagined. He imagined that it was going to be something that they could just load into a Jeep and drive off with. He wasn't thinking that he'd actually to convince the weapon to come with them. Coughing to clear his throat and regain his composure the General brought the loudhailer back to his lips and spoke. "JEZ-B11, you may not be a Military Contract but I have been ordered by the President of these here United States to seize you as an asset to National Security and the defense of this country. It is your duty, as... well... whatever you are to come with us to Washington and hear wht the President has to say. Do you comply!?"
The General couldn't help but stare at JEZ-B11. What unholy research have these people done now...?
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Posted: Thu Apr 17, 2014 6:15 pm
"Some people spend their lives,"
"Waiting for that special someone to come along."
Status: Good; Unharmed
Mood: Annoyed.....again
Company: Amar'e; a*****e Army General
Jezebel continued to watch the General after speaking to the man, noticing every little movement and reaction. Shock. That was what was going through the General's mind at the moment. So, no one had bother to tell him what his objective looked like. Just how much did he know? Linking up to the internet, Jezebel quickly hacked her way into the United States National Defense Network and filtered everything that would refer or could refer to her. It did not take long to pull up the orders that led to this exact moment. An Executive Order from the President of the United States to acquisition JEZ-B11 from Ferris Aircraft at any and all costs. But that was it. Nothing more was listed or given to the General, and he had probably given even less to his men. So, here were military men, challenging something they knew nothing about. It was then that something interesting happened.
Jezebel smiled.
It wasn't a pleasant smile, but rather the kind of smile one had when they knew that had the upper hand, but also the winning hand. As the General spoke again, Jezebel raised her hand, cutting the man off before he could ask if she would comply. "Perhaps you already suffer from Alzheimer's Disease, but I shall say this only once more, General Arnold Jackson. I am not an object. You can seize objects, but not people. You can arrest people, but not seize them. Asset to national security and homeland defense? Well, I'm flattered, however the President would get much farther by simply inviting me to the White House than sending his piss ant of a General down here to demand my obedience like a good little robot. Even worse he sends ill prepared men who haven't the slightest idea of exactly what they have come here for."
Jezebel walked about twenty steps closer and stood there, hands on her hips as the wind blew across the no-man's-land between the General and herself. The same smile was still on her face as she spoke once again to the General, a challenge to his authority obvious in her voice. "So General....Care to rephrase what you want? Because right now, the answer is still ******** off."
O.O.C.
"Well, that's all bullshit."
"I prefer to find them by myself, no fate."
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Posted: Thu Apr 17, 2014 6:52 pm
Growling at the "thing's" impertinence to cut him off; General Jackson's low toned noise could be heard as the Weapon spoke out about both him and what was going on. How she knew his name was a mystery to him but he would not be made a fool of by an abomination. What stood before him was against God. And she was one to lecture him about what he should be able to do? The "Weapon" that stood before him was meant to be some sort of Godsend? The savior of the country from the meta-threat? The General couldn't buy it but he knew his orders and they were absolute. So, without a word, he simply signaled for the tank's gun to turn towards the Ferris Aircraft building before taking the loudhailer back to his lips. He wasn't messing around especially when a soldier from within the vehicle interrupted him for a second and relayed to what was going on in Metropolis.
"Multiple Metas are tearing up downtown Metropolis sir." The soldier said holding the radio to his ear "We may need to cut this short and offer support, what do you think we should do sir? Should we continue the mission or withdraw?" The General shook his head and looked towards the Objective with a scowl; if they pulled back now she would have thought that she had won rather than thinking about whether or not the men in the Jeeps were doing their duty. Like she should be doing. She had been ordered to the White House by the President himself, if she was a human and a citizen of the U.S.A; she had a responsibility to reply and honour the summons. And if she was a cyborg, most of the parts on her would probably be traceable back to the government or a government contract or a government asset that would by and large make JEZ-B11 their property.
But raged had clouded the General's judgement. He was not thinking logically as she should be but instead in terms of his own pride. "Now then, I have no need to reword or reconsider and I am unsatisfied with your answer. You will come with us to Washington or we will open fire. Your choice JEZ-B11."
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Posted: Thu Apr 17, 2014 7:04 pm
"Some people spend their lives,"
"Waiting for that special someone to come along."
Status: Good; Unharmed
Mood: Annoyed.....again
Company: Amar'e; a*****e Army General
If the General was looking for a reaction from Jezebel, the movement of the tank's main gun certainly would get that reaction. Moving as the General continued to stare her down as if trying to force her into submission, Jezebel stood in front of the gun, raising her finger at the gun. Using her thermal sensors, Jezebel pinpointed the location of the men within the tank and suddenly activated the finger lazer built into her hand. In an instant, the tank barrel was sliced in half, rendering any sort of accuracy impossible.
And then, Jezebel turned slightly and pointed her finger directly at the General's forehead. "You come here and demand your ownership of me. You threaten the lives of the people here. You threaten MY home! I don't give a flying ******** what country you're from or who you represent. You threaten me or this installation one more time, and I will personally eradicate you and every man you have here with you. So take your stars off your shoulders and shove them up your a** General. You're ******** if you do anything other than turn around and leave."
O.O.C.
"Well, that's all bullshit."
"I prefer to find them by myself, no fate."
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Posted: Thu Apr 17, 2014 7:18 pm
The General sighed to himself as the Weapon told him where to go. What was about to happen next was very tragic and the General would have it weigh on him for the rest of his life but the safety of this fine and lovely country, Jackson would do anything. The Weapon was needed to stop the meta-humans that were currently rampaging throughout the world. But it seemed as though the weapon was too stubborn. Now, the General went to raise his hand and give the order to fire.
The door to one of the Jeeps flew open.
"That's enough General! It's time to stand down!"
"But sir-"
"Your method isn't working, General. Let us try diplomacy to handle the situation. The solution you should have tried from the beginning I think." Closing the door of the Jeep behind him, a man brushed his hands down his suit and watched the General put down his hand and stand in silence and shamed. Whomever had just stepped out of the Jeep was obviously important but it was still hard to tell who it was. It was when they turned round that it soon became frighteningly clear as to who it was the General felt so ashamed in front of. The man whom had stepped out of the Jeep was none other than the President of the United States.
He hadn't wanted to leave it to chance and hoped that the General was just making empty promises. However, he was becoming rather erratic and that wouldn't do. The damage that would be caused by Ferris' destruction would be far to catastrophic and damage to JEZ-B11 was not tolerable by any means. The General had been too heavy handed and now, it was time for the softer touch. Strutting towards JEZ-B11 with his hands up in the air to show he was unarmed and meant no harm; President Obama tried to close the gap and melt the stand-off that had been formed between the two factions. "Miss, I know you know who I am. Would you be kind enough to talk to me about what it is we want you for? In a calm manner of course, I will send away the Military and we can discuss it inside just you and me. How does that sound?"
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Posted: Thu Apr 17, 2014 7:38 pm
"Some people spend their lives,"
"Waiting for that special someone to come along."
Status: Good; Unharmed
Mood: Annoyed.....again
Company: Amar'e; a*****e Army General; President of the United States
So things had really gotten this desperate? So desperate that the President of the United States would risk his well being to come and ensure that Jezebel would help the nation out. Things really were bad out there apparently, and that much was obvious. With the General back at the tank looking at the damage, Jezebel's eyes focused on the President who was walking towards her. Even for Jezebel, this was a huge deal. To meet the President of the United States at his request was not something she thought she would ever do. Instantly dropping her hand as President Obama started towards her, Jezebel actually stood up a little straighter. "Mr. President!"
Listening as the President spoke to her, Jezebel could not help but feel an overwhelming sense of pride. Pride that she was important enough to warrant a personal visit and request from the President. This was something she would remember forever, at least for however long forever was for now. Listening as the President finished speaking, Jezebel nodded. "Mr. President. I know that whatever it is you need me for must be extremely serious for you to expose yourself to such danger. So, to make things faster Mr. President......what is it exactly that you need of me?"
O.O.C.
"Well, that's all bullshit."
"I prefer to find them by myself, no fate."
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Posted: Fri Apr 18, 2014 5:41 pm
The President lowered his hands as he made his way within the woman's earshot. With how she was acting it was obvious that she wasn't about to attack the man in front of him and even if she wanted to, surely Ferris would have built something into her to stop her from harming such a high profile figure such as himself. But he didn't think about that. He simply had faith that JEZ-B11 would be trusting enough to hear him and out and luckily enough for him: She was.
"If you wish to cut straight down to business," Obama said straightening his suit and tie "Then so be it." He signalled towards the vehicles and the General, still sulking on top of his Jeep, repeated the signal to the same vehicle that the President himself had came out of. Its doors once again opened to reveal another suited individual with a briefcase. He was obviously not Military, you could see that he was nervous as he made his way towards JEZ-B11 that he was afraid and closer than most to shitting his pants. He was just a poor lowly aide whom had had enough of sitting and pushing pencils and wanted some field work. He had no idea it would be like this but then again how couldn't he? With new Supermen and Amazons and Atlanteans popping out of every nook and cranny available; the illusion that the world was safe had kind of been shattered. You could see it on people's faces as they turned on the news. As they read the newspapers. These weren't the heroes they knew and loved and unfortunately, that wasn't good enough for the general public. Especially after the power levels shown during the Reign of Fear by some of these replacements and the arrogance of others like Morgan Freeman; the new Green Lantern.
Sheepishly, the aide handed President Obama the suitcase he was carrying. The President accepted it and nodded, dismissing him as the aide went back towards the convoy. President Obama then opened the suitcase, took out the files and handed them to JEZ-B11 without delay. From what the NSA had managed to dig up about her and the project Ferris had built for her; the large file wouldn't even classify as light reading for her but what was inside it may register as more than just simple data. It might actually register as something of interest for her.
For inside that file, there was evidence that she was not alone. Unaware of her previous dealings and knowing how hush hush Ferris had tried to keep the Cyborg's existence, it must have been lonely. Now though, with what was in that file the Cyborg would know that she was not the only special one out there. She would know there in fact tens of thousands of special people on Earth and out beyond the stars and now she was being summoned by her country to do the only thing she could do: Help them be domesticated. Having that much power simply sitting on the sidelines and waiting to be used was dangerous and using JEZ-B11, the President knew that without a doubt they could create their own team of superhumans to combat the increasing amount of threats that were facing the Earth. "I want you to read this carefully and tell me whether or not you will come with me to Washington. Once there, we will brief you on your assignment. So, can we count on your support Miss? I'm sorry how terribly rude of me, I never asked your name. Miss?"
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