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 Posted: Mon Oct 22, 2012 7:16 pm
Ranymaku had entered a space long forgotten to him. He dared tread to a home he had hoped never to revisit. He walked for what seemed like the longest time in the barren lands of Las Vegas. He entered the area which many quickly assumed was area 51. He stepped in front of an cactus. Examining it with great care. "I recognize this in particular. He flicked one of the needles.
The ground shook as an elevator rose forth from the ground. An ornate steel door opened both ways. Inspecting the elevator. He notices it was torn up my what looked like claws. The blood of men stained it, even years after the owners demise. The skeleton still holding the assault rifle in it's hands. "How... familiar." He picked up the assualt rifle, looking at the buttons of the elevator. He looked at the very last button with familiarity. "That button..." He pressed the base level 25 button. The elevator began to slowly shift down... into the depths of his nightmare. Every floor he passed. His memory flowed. Grand murders he committed, wars he started, heroes he killed. One of the lines snapped in the elevator and it began to fall.
The elevator smashed at the bottom. He whipped his arm above his head, destroying the ceiling to the elevator. Ranmyaku ripped through the scrap and began venturing the bottom floor. Moments later, he came across a barely functioning super computer. He pressed the 'Enter' key. It hummed and flashed. Zero's and One's filled the screen. His eyes tracking everything it was answering. He then touched it again, sending a pulse of electricity through it. It rebooted properly.
The Computer spoke. "Please use DNA signature here."
Ranmyaku watched as a panel opened in front of him. He placed his finger tips where designated.
The computer scanned the fingers. "Welcome back Prototype Zero."
Ranmyaku answered back. "Good evening."
The computer replied. "Would you like to review your statistics?"
Ranmyaku flinched. "What do you mean?"
The computer: "Your mission success rate and your progress."
Ranmyaku nodded. "That would be fine."
The computer ran through the file. Revealing a massive list of targets.
"Your mission success rate is astonishing Prototype Beta. 100% success rate."
Ranmyaku closed his eyes. Remember all the victims by name. Adults, Wives, Husbands, leaders, terrorists, children.... Mutants. All crushed by his hands. A tear squeezing through his eye lids as he clenched his fist.
"Tell me about my Progress." He endured. His tears vaporized in his anger.
The computer opened another folder. "Your abilities: "Quick Study", "Dopple Ganger", "Super Body".
Ranmyaku answered it. "Please define these terms.
The Computer answered. "Quick Study - You show enhanced studying capabilities. Allowing you to 'learn' skills and knowledge at a seemingly infinite and rapid rate. A side note to this ability is that you have learned to manipulate and combine abilities and magic."
"Dopple Ganger" - is a term used to copy abilities. Even if you could not regularly use it. You can use other sources of knowledge to imitate those abilities."
"Super body" - is the term used to describe your hardened body trained my military strengths and genetically manipulated for even further strength, agility, endurance and speed. Super regeneration is also accompanied by such genetics as you need it to maintain these strengths."
He was about to turn off the computer when it mentioned one more thing.
"You also have one video email. would you like to watch it?"
Ranmyaku nodded. "yes."
The screen turned into an image of his 'Father.' Ranmyaku's blood boiled almost instantly.
"If your watching this, than likely, we have died horribly... by your hands." Ranmyaku calmed down a moment. To listen to what he had to say.
"And by this time, you have lost your memory tragically in an event of some form of injury or trauma and returned here." The image fixed his glasses. "I warned my employers that pushing you to this limit would trigger, what I could assume something more unimaginable than what you were designed for. If your watching this, then I was right. We probably died... gruesome and horrific deaths."
Ranmyaku looked around the room. he scanned the bodies quickly and noticed that they had been tortured for a long time before allowed death. He remembered... but he was still angry.
"But enough of what you are. I know you are here to find answers. You probably killed Alpha and the rest of the experiments. Doing that had utterly doomed you, and I hope you die a miserable death for what you did to me and my friends!" Ranmyaku stepped back from the computer. Rather frightful of what he was.
"I hope your flaws getting you killed far worse than any mortal imagination could ever think of killing you!" The image was out of his chair yelling at him.
Then it calmly sat back down. "Now if you don't mind... I have to return to your dissection... I will enjoy the attempt at turning you into my eternal slave." The image left his seat. The video ending abruptly.
Ranmyaku fell back onto a wall. Sliding down holding his face with his one hand. "I... I am destined to be alone aren't I?" he sat in an goopie blood pool that has aged nearly 4 years.
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Posted: Mon Dec 10, 2012 1:51 pm
Ranmyaku sat in the gelatinous blood for nearly an hour. Thinking over what he could do next. He pulled himself together. "I'll find someone, or something that will help me. Something in the universes must." He dropped the m14 assualt rifle onto the ground. Moving back to the elevator shaft. He jumped from the walls to reach the second floor. Inside it was named 'armory'. He looked over the weapons. Some were common weapons. Ak-47's, mp5's and some LSW's lined the walls. He looked over at a locker. He recognized his own locker when he saw it. He opened it by using the code on the pad. It opened up with ease as he examined the contents of his own locker. Ranmyaku was quite shocked when he discovered that it had nothing in it. He shook his head. "There must be something I must have owned." He moved to another computer. Turning on the power to discover all the secret weapons they were developing. Some personal weapons that involved a strange combination of lasers and plasma. Some advanced weaponry for personal combat like Laser cutting edges used for quick, untraceable wounds. He read over all the weapons. "Those will be useful." He also discovered some more armor types they were focused on, like nanite suits to even further boost there units abilities of strength, speed, jumping height. Also allowing for cloaking, intensified armor, and other abilities related to that suit.
He was surprised at all the research they were doing... to bad that even in death, he was the benefactor of it all. He jumped up out of the elevator to the desert. When he got up, police had answered a hidden alarm. When he had stepped out into the daylight and was clearly visible. The cops drew there guns on him. "Freeze! Don't move!" The other reached into his car. Picking up a mic and pressing the button. "Dispatch, we have an intruder at area 51. Send as many people as you can!" Ranmyaku looked at the vehicles more carefully. They weren't regular cops, and they knew who, and what he was.
Ranmyaku calmly lifted his hand, pointing his finger at one of the officers. The officer prepared himself. "Put your hand down! I'll shoot!" The other officer pulled a shock baton out. This baton was especially effect on mutants as it suppressed there powers. He started to traverse towards ranmyaku cautiously. "Take it easy! We can work this out!" The officer slowly moving towards him. Ranmyaku smirked. "Then I would stop moving if I were you." Both the officers stopped moving towards him. Ranmyaku chuckled. "I Have an orbital relay on your both as we speak. If you take on step towards this place, it will fire, and destroy the whole base." They both froze in place. Coming from that place... he could have it. Ranmyaku walked passed them both and saw the other forces coming. They came towards him in a light tank, probably filled with soldiers that fired sonic weapons designed to suppress him.
Ranmyaku turned towards the two officers. "Didn't you know that orbital relays don't exist?" The two officers broke another sweat, then turned to ranmyaku to fire the gun and charge him with the baton.
Ranmyaku pointed his finger at the gun. When the gun fired, it backfired and blew out his own brains in the sands. The other officer swung his baton at ranmyaku.
Ranmyaku snapped his fingers. Time slowed down to him, the mans swing reduced to an everlasting crawl. Ranmyaku conjured a Great Sword in his hands. Dashing beside the officer, his great sword cutting through the officer like butter. When Ranmyaku stopped himself just behind the officer and sent the great sword back to the nether. He snapped his fingers again. The offcer ripping in half as time finally caught up with him. Blood spattered onto ranmyaku's back.
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