View Full Version : Republic Insa: The Android Sin
04-17-2002, 05:51 PM
The files were true: Elenor had evolved into a new, hybrid kind of android. Combining mechanical strength and precision with the demi-organism's ability to evolve, the new Insa-Elenor had the required abilities to withstand a full all-sides attack and get out of it with bare fists.
Rumors about her soon became facts. Insa-Elenor still hung out in Pioneer II, fully taking advantage of her organic abilities. She could eat and drink, fight with exceptional agility, run at extreme speeds, and evolve her form temporarily to suit the needs of any situation. An all-purpose machine.
However, following her transformation, she had become bitter and more cunning. She wasn't afraid of anyone anymore, and was reported to constantly pick up fight with the people she found a little too cocky for her tastes. Moreover, she was obsessed with the idea of fighting and exploring alone.
But that wasn't the end of the files. Behind her transformation was another layer. The body of Doctor Jean-Carlo Montague had been found in the upper part of the ruins, his torso in several gory pieces.
Diagnosis: A kick into the ribcage From Insa-Elenor.
Murder of a high-placed member of Pioneer II. Consideration Criminal. The hunt was on.
Hunters had assembled at the guild to share strategies, drinks, and form teams. Of course, old friends quickly assembled and new hunters found themselves out of luck for the spots. The target was considered dangerous, and the bounty was only open to people of clearance number 75 or over. Even then, they suggested 90.
And to discourage heroic attempts, no reward if you were under the required clearance. The rules were strict and the goal was to have as few people killed as possible.
"They're searching for you, 'Lenor. Why didn't you hide the body?"
"Didn't think about it..."
"Oh well; too late. You'll just have to stay here in the meantime."
Elenor sat down. The room was circular. It was the inside of an old reactor; it had been hollowed out seven years ago and used as a conference room. Of course, not a lot used it. The lights were minimal, and most seats were uncomfortable.
But not to androids.
Quickly, Shurikane had turned this reactor into a full-scale defense station and base of operations, with the help of the transformed Elenor. The reactor now sported radars, working high-power computers, spare android parts, cannons, weapons, communication devices, better lighting, and ultra-modern commander-style chairs. Deluxe version.
The pink android turned a computer on, connected her ports to it and began downloading some bits and pieces of information from the news network. Shurikane had just finished hiding a new batch of weapons.
"I've put four pairs of Charger Vulcans in the fourteeth panel. Mark it down."
"Noted!" Elenor replied.
The black and neon-green android then turned to a freezing box, from which she took a small container and a needle, and stored it into a side panel of hers.
"Who's our next member?" Elenor queried.
Shurikane turned her head slightly, for her voice to carry over to her teammate.
"Blue-type RAcaseal Special K. Soon enough, Insa-K."
Elenor opened a new notepad file and jotted down a few lines of codes.
"I need a hollow shaft in her hairpiece, separation techniques, thruster bow, and paw-morph modes. I think she'll love the idea of being a tank."
The computer was suddenly hacked into using Shurikane's extendable demi-spike. She downloaded the newly saved procedure and configuration files, and then double-checked with her organism to see if everything would work out. Soon as the affirmative was heard, she was out and heading back to Pioneer II in her Kaseri Wildsider Custom TX-5.
Elenor disconnected from the computer. She began looking at the security screens in turn, patiently waiting for the return of the third member.
Man, this whole organization's gonna be a lot more fun than I thought! She calculated. Evolution, comin' through!
04-17-2002, 09:24 PM
::imagines an army of Insa-type androids:: O_O;;;
Scary...yet interesting. I want to see more...from the safety of this bomb shelter here...
04-17-2002, 09:43 PM
This all Insa-Elenor thing is getting big! And it's getting even more interesting as I read more about it! Sounds like it's far from over yet http://www.pso-world.com/psoworld/images/phpbb/icons/smiles/icon_smile.gif
04-18-2002, 06:44 PM
"'Lenor." Shurikane whispered into the public phone. "BEE network's down, so I can't connect directly to you from Pioneer. Anyways, I forgot to scratch War Child off the list."
"Great! I'd also like a new procedure and configuration file for a certain Whatley; he's right next to me, he'll tell you the details."
Shurikane stepped away from the booth to leave place to a large, white ranger android. He began asking away for a series of upgrades, namely napalm hands, a new look, and some beast DNA that he took care to whisper, not even letting Shurikane hear. She took the set from him when he was done.
"Poison Lily!" Elenor replied. Shuri could just imagine the broad grin on her teammate from stating that.
"Alright. I'll see you in twenty."
She hung up and turned to the RAcast.
"Welcome to the group Whatley." She stared at him harshly while keeping a somewhat neutral tone. "I want you at the teleporter number seven, in fifteen beats. My teammate will be preparing the mixture and installation while I'm gone. Rules are simple: avoid contact with hunters, don't kill civilians, and keep in touch with us as much as possible."
"Keep it going; we'll be famous." He said while raising his fist.
"Republic Insa, coming through." Shurikane replied with ceremony, as she lightly hit the fist with her own, for lack of a safer handshake.
Without any further ado, Whatley was off, and so was the RAcaseal. She took an elevator to the rooftops, and found another RAcaseal, of blue color, waiting beside the remains of a rusted freighter. Her hairpiece was set into a ponytail fashion, and she was as tall as they came. Yet, just an inch short of Shurikane.
Both androids went into the freighter. Shurikane produced the needle and blood mixture.
"You hadn't specified any preferences, so we've put you down as a tank."
The other found herself quite disgusted by the word.
"A quick tank." The hybrid added, following her words was a complex schematic of the configuration file, which made the new member nod and wave her fingers in a "gimme!" manner, anxious to become her new self.
"Special K, welcome aboard, Insa-K." Shurikane said with a broad grin as she injected the mixture. One fourth in the hairpiece, one fourth in the back, and one fourth in each hip. Her semi-organic spike hacked into the motherboard and hard drives, uploading and installing the procedure and configuration files.
The new Insa-K took a step back, and she felt her hair piece with her hands. It grew somewhat bigger, and then nearly exploded with blue blood. The piece split into several components, to then regroup into its original shape, only lined by obvious black line patterns.
Her arms and legs were the next to take a change. The joints deformed and reformed into a new configuration, not visible from the outside, yet clearly marked by several bright green dots: shields. Those shields extended down her spine, where her back was now adorned with a complex black organic tattoo.
"Tank mode." Shurikane ordered.
Insa-K nodded, took a backflip, and was now on four legs, her hands coverted to paws, her feet upgraded with more flexibility to switch between both modes.
The hair piece split into eight flat parts, each with a part missing in the middle. The U formed by this absence of metal was adorned with several pulsating blue dots.
And when they regrouped, the hole was now obvious: it was a nicely hidden Chaos Bringer cannon.
Insa-K flipped back to her normal self. Her skin was now bright green, phosphorescent using a Skinglo function.
Both androids quietly left the freighter, and took the elevator down to teleporter number seven. Whatley was already waiting for them.
And down below, on Ragol, Elenor had all the files ready for a new transformation.
04-18-2002, 07:07 PM
o.O Manymany Isnas...oooh...
but I wanted to take over the world...
..so I'll just take over this corner. =P
Nice fic. Good to see you doing more of this.
04-18-2002, 07:42 PM
NAME: Special K
CLASS: Insa series NewS RAcaseal C-Type 2, Chaos Crossbreed.
LEVEL OF INFECTION:
Limbs: Joints, hands and feet.
Abdomen: 14% circuitry.
Chest: 77% of circuitry, armor.
Head: Hair piece, eyes.
Limbs: Increased leg and arm speed. Joint shields, paw conversions, shock-absorber organic skeleton. Four-legged conversion for faster running and cannon stability. Hand claws.
Abdomen: Resistant-proof main organic circuitry.
Chest: Plate armor, increased reflexes, resistant-proof circuitry, organic heat sinks.
Head: Ponytail-style hair piece with 22.5mm radius Chaos Bringer cannon, separable into eight photonic components and/or Chaos Bringer weakened cannons. Rotative piece for machine gunning. Enhanced eyes with sniper lock-on and target distance reporting, nature, and class.
CLASS: Insa series KL RAcast C-Type 5, Mutant Lily crossbreed.
COMMENTS: Had not been converted yet. (Elenor)
LEVEL OF INFECTION:
Abdomen: Internal chips, secondary RAM, secondary hard drive.
Chest: Detection and sensory systems, primary RAM and hard drive, CPU and heat sinks.
MUTANT LILY SPECIFICATIONS:
Arms: Black medium range napalm-thrower left hand. Short range heavy-damage edition Triple M-petal system with Chewer Teeth, fuel-to-flame napalm system, and close-mouth fighting spike in right hand.
Abdomen: Backup organic RAM and hard drive.
Chest: Corrupted system files resulting in 32% decrease in boot-up time, enhanced semi-organic CPU, heat sinks, and RAM. Organic hard drive reader and writer heads with 19.9% increase in both capabilities. Organic combat radar system.
Head: HUD display, 25mm radius long-range napalm-thrower cannon implanted as mouth; lined with F-Processor teeth.
04-20-2002, 11:16 PM
Shurikane gave a map to Insa-K, who disappeared into the transporter. Whatley was about to follow, but found himself unable to move.
"You stay here." Shurikane ordered before removing her hand from him, as she went into the porter. No later than a minute, she was back into Pioneer II.
"Alright, let's go. We're heading for King Street."
King Street rings a bell for many people. Shurikane had called up no less than a stretch limo to journey over to the roundabout plaza, where several other androids were waiting.
Those spectators were of all kinds and all colors; hunters, rangers, industrial workers, secretaries, independents, from every social class and quality. Some battered, some shining; but all were expecting the big show to begin.
The introduction was spectacular. Out of the limo stepped out Shurikane clad in an expensive black gown. Her hair had been put back into its original configuration, her fingers curled up to look halfway normal, hidden into a pair of black gloves. Whatley followed her out.
The two androids scanned the crowd for a few seconds, before the female got on with the speech.
"Before I do anything; who among you have never heard of me yet? Raise your hand!"
Unsurprizingly, a lot did. Only the hunters didn't move at all, and maybe a few secretaries. But the industrial workers had all raised it. This came up to a pretty good percentage.
"Alright then! My name is Shrike "Shurikane" Nainsev. I am a new self-created type of hybrid that has been given both the qualities of androids and organic creatures, without their weaknesses. After a fight with a Delsaber that led me into a teleporter to Pioneer II, I came out with a look and style far more than the common android; and to say frankly..."
In a rehearsed dramatic move, she ripped her gown off, and her gloves simply went into pieces as she unfolded her fingers. Her knife-hair deployed, and in the view of spectators was now a female android, with a sharpened skirt, and a gigantic pair of clawed Delsaber hands.
"...It kicks ass." She finished, baring her sharpened teeth.
The crowd was in awe, at least those who didn't know her. With the help of Whatley, Shurikane then demonstrated some combat techniques using the claws, and the shields integrated into them. Afterwards, Whatley stepped aside to let her to a speech once again.
"I've found a procedure which will now allow any android to be upgraded to the new Insa type; my race. Whatley, if you'll please step over here, I'll make you famous!"
Whatley had been informed about the whole show beforehand, so he gave away a chuckle as he approached. Three injections: One in the head, one in each arm. Shurikane dove her spike into his body, and installed the files.
Soon enough, Whatley grew a huge grab-claw on one of his hands, similar to the petals of a lily. Once the morph was over, he opened his chest plate, letting Shurikane install the napalm unit, replace his other hand, and then install the teeth unit on the newly formed hole in his head.
On cue, the droid demonstrated the capabilities of his new napalm units. The crowd was impressed, very impressed.
A cellphone rang. From the limo, someone threw it at Shurikane, who anwered the call. A silence fell, almost. The constant noise of vehicles was still around them.
As she listened, she tried to retain a smile... But couldn't. One second later, she was laughing her processors off.
"Hey, people! Guess who's calling to stop us!!" She shouted to her audience with a wide grin.
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04-21-2002, 03:38 AM
Hmmm...I wonder who could be on the phone? O_o?
Hehe, Shurikane's a natural showman; she's got them all eating out of her hand! http://www.pso-world.com/psoworld/images/phpbb/icons/smiles/icon_wink.gif And after a demonstration like that, it'd be very hard to resist joining the evolution.
04-22-2002, 09:11 PM
Update to SpecialK.nsa
Ram Bar: Dashes towards opponent on four legs, stunning target.
Spread Sonic: Fires Chaos Cannon at an angle to the ground, creating a shockwave to knock target down.
Terra Machina: Splits hair piece into eight different components, and spins them into a circular motion while firing machine guns.
K Dash: Kicks target four times in the chin, sending it into the air on the fourth one, then stabs her Chaos Cannon into target and firimg immediately.
Grand Spread: Stands in balance atop her Chaos Cannon, and fires repeatedly, sending ring blasts around her as defensive measure.
Wheel of Fortune: Splits hair piece into eight different components, and spins them into a circular motion while firing separated weakened Chaos Cannons. The shots are less numerous, but much more accurate and devastating.
Update to Whatley.nsa
Strike Three: Fires all available napalm units at one target.
Blood's Fountain: Fires heavy napalm hand upwards, creating a defensive fountain around himself.
Devil's Friar: Grabs to opponent with medium napalm hand, and fires until body area is completely destroyed.
Volcano Carnage: Curls up into a ball while using all available napalm units to turn into a veritable fireball, and roll on top of its targets.
Flame Orage: Fires heavy napalm cannon at maximum power, raining death upon all nearby opponents.
Rich Mixture: Brags to opponent, encasing as much of the target as possible into lily claw-hand, and fires heavy napalm cannon until all reacheable area is destroyed.
The limo rental was over. Shurikane sent the overly visible vehicle away as she shouted into the cellphone.
"There's only one problem with your demand; I don't feel like following it!" She snapped. "So if you don't like what I'm doing, it doesn't matter to me, because you'll be forced to accept it! Dig?"
A brief silence, although everyone could hear angered words coming out of the cellphone. The RAcaseal hung up.
"Alright people, Tyrell is angry at us and the cops are comin'. So run like hell! Me and Whatlet will be your cover. Go!!"
The crowd of androids dispersed in a flash. They went to their own vehicles, took taxis, or jumped right on top of heavy freighters. Whatley hopped on one of them, quickly to be followed by Shurikane. The other androids on the freighter jumped from vehicle to vehicle, until they reached a building where they could escape. However, the two Insas stayed on the freighter.
"My Wildsider's parked four miles away. If we can get there before the cops find us, everything will be all right." Shurikane said as she knelt down on the freighter.
"Nice, but where is this thing headed for?" Whatley queried.
"I have no idea... If it happens to take the wrong turn, we'll have to jump rooftops until we get there."
Whatley went to the front of the freighter, another idea in mind. He knocked on the windshild and signaled the driver to open the window.
"Take a right, then take a left right here. Either this, or your truck buys the farm, you included!"
The napalm cannon was a very good argument, and the driver complied very easily. Several cars honked as the freighter took a wide right turn on the wrong lane, but the driver was doing his best to keep up with the plan.
Whatley heard a shout from where Shurikane sat.
"Cop cycles! They've found us!"
"Hell no! Fire! Fire!!"
Napalm flew out of Whatley's hand, and his long rage mouth-cannon followed suit. The air bikes were nimble and easily avoided the slow blasts of heat coming at them, but one from the trio fell anyways. And now, Shurikane was sitting on it.
She has no weapons, but drove over to the closest cop and managed to slash him on the back. The shots fired back where deflected by her Delsaber shield, but they were coming much too fast. She couldn't strike without letting her guard down.
A bike exploded. As the last cop looked to see the fireworks, his error was instantly pointed out by four angers piercing his throat.
Whatley had hopped out of the freighter by this time and had begun to run on the rooftops, following Shurikane as she led him to the building where she had stored the car. She could see several more bikes, including one armored car coming at them.
They had two minutes.
"Don't more, you're under arrest."
The lights were turned on. Eight guards had a pair of machine guns each aimed at the car.
"You let yourself kindly get escorted to the station, or your car gets it. Your move."
"You are taking my car in hostage?!"
Shurikane couldn't believe what she saw. Indeed, it wasn't a friend, it wasn't a member of the family. Those idiots had decided to threaten her on the sake of her favorite mode of transportation!
She called up for her wireless program.
At go, we kill them as fast as possible. You take the left... GO!
She dashed for the guards on the right. The slash on the first guard was muffled by the noise of seven more pairs of machine guns. She brought up her shields, but they encountered no resistance.
"What the-- Son of a bitch!!"
She shrieked at the top of her lungs. The nearest two guards reached for their ears, clenching their teeth in pain. She reached for the last one on her side, picked him up by the legs, and spun him around, each revolution hitting his head on the hard pavement floor, as she reached peak velocity, she arched back, the guard still in her hands, and sent him flying straight for the two others. In a matter of seconds, they were caught into a mass of their own limbs, a Delsaber shield brought down on them, the extreme pressure imploding their bodies into a spectacular amount of gore.
The lights blew out, but on the other side, all she could see was smoke. Much of it from the fried guard...
...Much of it from her own car.
She walked around it, and opened the hood. The air intakes were pierced, many of the lights shattered, and the internal engine was leaking from everywhere. She could see the antigrav generators' glow dim as each second passed. She slammed the hood down.
She punched it. Whatley stood back, not willing to be the middle man in this one-sided conversation.
Shurikane grabbed for the cellphone.
"'Lenor? Yeah it's me. Those bastards fried my car and we've got cops heading our way. Two against a dozen, maybe more. Are you and K ready? OK, great! Be there as soon as you can, I don't care by which means you do this. Oh! And bring me one mixture of sorceror blood, and one of shark blood. I'll see if I can get to my next meeting anyways with all that bullshit around me."
The windows of the building shattered as bikes rushed in. The armored car made a pass with a heavy photon cannon, barely missing her in the process.
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04-24-2002, 07:06 PM
Shurikane immediately found herself flat on the floor by a vicious hit to the face from one of the bikes. The next thing she knew, she was falling down a narrow shaft, the tips of her feet scraping the concret sides.
"Grab on to something!" She heard.
Immediately, she got her senses back and dove her claws into the wall. Whatley had hung on to her body as she got a grip, but it was clear that the female android didn't like it at all.
"Get off me; you weight a friggin' ton!"
The RAcast spread his legs to get a balance from both walls.
"Where did you drag me into?" The RAcaseal asked.
"We're into an elevator shaft. I pulled you along as I kicked the door open. Now the cops will have to search the whole building for us."
"They won't take long. We need to hurry out of here as quickly and as stealthily as possible."
Whatley shook his head.
"You think we look like normal androids? The cops'll spot us as soon as we leave. And they'll know that whatever vehicle that exists this abandonned building will have us in it."
"Well then what do we do?"
Whatley took a few steps down and opened a door.
"First, we need to locate the closest building, and then jump into it. Once there, we'll hop from one to the next while the cops search this place."
"Think they are listening to the cell waves?"
"Tyrell called a cellular phone and you spoke into it. (He sighed) He must assume that it's still in your hands."
The two androids had found the nearest building. It was an office center, and to top their streak of luck, a RAcaseal was sitting in the room they were looking at.
Shurikane managed an easy three-foot jump into the room, careless of the window shards. She quickly hacked a 24-hour hibernation into the panicking android before taking hold of the room's phone.
"We've got an alternative!... Yeah, Kestra? It's me, I'll be a few minutes late... Thanks, bye!"
She dialed again.
"I want to speak to Ekken. Now. Ekken, it's Shrike. I need a Wildsider straight out of your garage. What's your latest? Custom TX-5? Okay, you have twenty-five minutes. Ten percent bonus if you make it in time, five more if you don't do any paperwork... No; Ekken I need your silence on this, dig? I'm your best customer, I think you can do me a favor once in a while, huh?! Thank you."
Shurikane motionned for Whatley to follow, and she dashed off into the corridors towards the opposite side of the building. They repeated the procedure until they reached the fourth one; an apartment building.
"We need to reach room FNF404... Gotta go a floor down."
They noticed a RAcaseal impatiently waiting outside her room. It was Kestra. She immediately went inside as she saw Shurkkane and Whatley, but left the door open. Both androids came in and locked the door behind them.
"I heard they were looking for you." Kestra stated in a neutral tone.
"You catch up onto the news quickly." Whatley said with a bit of sarcasm. "Now we don't have much time, and you'll be out savior for this operation."
Shurikane felt something wasn't right.
"You should, be, like, happy; you know?!"
Kestra shook her head.
"I have no emotion chip. My owner took it off for convenience. I serve here as cook and cleaning lady."
"Another slave?! Well you aren't the first one, I can confess that. Alright, one half in the chest (she took out the needle and blood) and one half on the forehead. Extend the simu-skin there so that I may poke through it."
It only took a few minutes for the android to change. Her old purple and green configuration had taken on a more violent contrast: deep violet clashing with a greenglo function. Her ponytail hair was now adorned with an integrated double-chainsaw, and another eye had taken place on her forehead.
"Your focus isn't in yet." Shurikane interrupted. "Try to adjust it. Besides the vision inputs, that new eye of yours houses your most precious organic parts."
"Oh yes; I remember now!"
"I also uploaded an emotion file into you. It will be much more flexible than a chip, so you may have mood swings during the first few beats, but the file will hopefully learn with time."
Whatley had turned on the TV. All channels reported about a new so-called revolution, gang war, so far a one of them calling it a jihad.
"What the hell, a revolution?!"
Shurikane turned towards the TV, where she saw a blurry copy of her own self atop a freighter with Whatley talking to the driver.
"Well, let's call it a revolution then!" She exclaimed with a laugh. "Not only I'll build up a new race; I'll also stir up my own share of political shit just like in the movies. Gotta love stereotypes, huh?"
The others nodded. Whatley took a glance at the clock.
"We'd better head for the Kaseri garages."
"Right! And I have just found the way to get there. Kestra, this is where you'll come in handy."
04-27-2002, 07:28 PM
"T-Seven, squad two!"
"Squad two, listening."
[I]"T-Seven reporting in--"
The com unit exploded in the officer's hand.
"Heads up!!!" He shouted.
He suddenly took conscience of a severe pain, coming from the absence of his right hand. He collapsed on the platform, screaming.
The Squad One officer had already noticed the blast and had quickly called up the armored car to assist. The armored car was the only vehicle nearby to be equipped with an all-purpose radar, and would give them a good idea of where the trouble was coming from, because he couldn't see any threat around them.
He took cover. The armored car reached the rooftops and began a scan of the area.
The next thing the officer knew, was that the radars were systematically being blown to pieces.
"Keep firing until they see you, then dive in!" Elenor ordered.
Insa-K gave a nod, and the pink android took a spectacular jump for the next rooftop.
The officer popped his head out to see where the blasts were coming from. He could see a dog-like form in the distance, but he wouldn't believe only his eyes.
"Chaz, give me a zoom on this thing over there!"
A brief pause.
"RAcaseal type android. Apparently she's firing from a gun implanted in her head!!"
"Whatever it is, I want it in pieces. Fire! Fire!!"
A volley of photon bullets charged for the android, who saw the shots coming from the great distance, and took cover immediately.
"Stop the search." The officer said into his com. "I want--"
He was cut off by the explosion of his own head.
Insa-Elenor climbed up on a crate and shouted to the cops.
"Everyone! Your mission has failed, you didn't see it coming, and you all suck. If there's one thing I feel that's safe to say, it's that even if you search this building for a thousand years you'll never find your objective!"
The cops took aim...
"You guys wanna fire? Bring in on then; your favorite SAcaseal. Ready... Aim... Fire!!"
Elenor jumped, and obviously enough the cops had not fired. However, they saw an opportunity as soon as she had landed in the middle of the group.
She spun on her head right before the shots came to her, her shielded legs ricocheting the photons in all possible directions. Just with this move, two men were already down.
Fourteen more to go, four of them on bikes.
And the bikes were coming. Fast.
The android saw a headshot coming and quickly jumped to her feet, extending her right leg to crush another cop. Upon landing, she did another deflector spin, followed by a spin kick to another one, sending him flying straight into one of his teammates.
Seven to go.
She saw Insa-K coming in, firing like a wild bitch, sprinting in her four-legged mode as fast as she could. None of the shots hit, however, as the cops were now paying close attention to her dangerous shooting spree.
Elenor took a cheap shot and kicked a fourth cop in the back. Six more to go...
However, the bikes had arrived, and Elenor had to way to reach them.
K, you fire at the air shit; I'm taking the ground. Just watch yourself. She transmitted as she took a run for another cop.
The kick didn't penetrate his shield, and he attempted to strike back with his gun, managing to land a vicious hit right into her face. However, she quickly recovered, and took the cop in a bear hug, attacking with a passionate french kiss...
...And the spine that extended from her tongue, piercing hole after hole into the cop's back of the head.
Five more to go.
She heard a sound and was knocked into the wall by the shock of a bike crashing an inch from her location. What soon followed was another volley of fire, one of them hitting her right arm.
As she ran for cover, she scratched her right leg, taking some blood and applying it on the newborn hole in her arm. The blood connected with the broken circuits, re-establishing a temporary connection until she installed new wires.
She took a quick glance at K, but the other android was gone.
"Three more to go!" She heard K transmit.
And three bikes... Elenor replied.
She thought out her strategy for a moment. It was impossible to see well without being fired upon; the cops knew she was hiding at this location, but they wouldn't stay there forever. They had to take their attention off, or they had to die maintaining their attention.
She clenched her teeth, and jumped once again.
A car came bumping right on the outer wall of Kestra's room.
"Good job." Shurikane said before stealing the driver's seat from the newman on board. She took a good look at him...
"Damn, you're ugly!!"
...And then let him fall to his death, way down below.
Kestra climbed onto the roof of the car.
"I don't want any traffic around me, alright?" Shurikane shouted as she took on an acceleration spree.
Kestra nodded, and showed off her new Insa abilities.
Every car within eight meters of the stolen one were neatly pushed away.
04-28-2002, 10:22 AM
Wooh this is moving fast! Me want more! http://www.pso-world.com/psoworld/images/phpbb/icons/smiles/icon_biggrin.gif
05-01-2002, 08:48 PM
"Any cops out there?"
Whatley took a general scan and reported the negative.
Outside of the car, Kestra was causing a flurry of incidents. The anti-gravity field neatly deployed around the vehicle wasn't discovered by other until reaching point of contact, sending freighters and transports into each other from the unexpected force.
And it all came from the RAcaseal standing in the center of that field.
Shurikane arrived just in time at the Kaseri dealership garages. The timer she had set was almost up, and she expected to have the new car out of the customization machines in about one minute and forty-five seconds. She converted the amount to beats to compare better and then parked the car nearest from the entry.
Inside, a human was already waiting, instrument in hand.
"Car's done!" He announced to Shurikane.
The RAcaseal snatched the data spine away from him and inserted it into a slot on her right hand, breaking away the old one. Kestra had gone forward at her direction and opened the door to the garage...
"Oh my God, it's beautiful!!"
The new Kaseri Wildsider TX-5 sat on four oversized wheels. Its custom 5V rims shone brightly in the dim light, and the chassis had been gifted with a high-quality black and neon-green paint job. At the front, an air intake shaped into a sharp-toothed mouth led to an impressive Chorus 9500 engine, also cooled down by five more intakes from the hood. The six headlights gave the vehicle a somewhat alien charm, all of them able to convert from low beams to high beams to fog lights. The side was flawless. Mirros were nonexistant, replaced instead by carefully aligned cameras and video screens. The doors had no handles. Instead, a five-button password combo with electronic door opening sequence. The car was born a coupe (although it didn't seem like it), sporting only two very large doors. The inside was of a comfortable pure leather, with the best available surround sound system, 12-minidisc changer, radio, CB, cellphone link, heat and AC, and a special android-only drive-by-wire system which didn't need any steering wheel. That meant only Shurikane could control the car, using her personal login, DNA identification, and encrypted 75GB long password. The inside was obviously roomy, allowing for five people of average build to easily sit get in and sit down. Any free space on the control panel was replaced by a music analyser or oscillator of different color pattern, while the center of the steering wheel was adorned with a superb high-tech AVS program. Below the sound system lay an impressive array of instruments, namely street and building locator, vehicle radar, police radar, BEE link, CB link, speed-dialer, caller ID with decryptation, anti-virus, firewall, extensive car status display, antigrav pack settings, display options, music options, engine sound preferences, 500-lever fine-tuning digital equalizer, time per zone and per beats, watch designs, screen saver, video screen, data anaylzer and display, and best of all: a weapons command system. Any of these could be displayed on two independent screens. At the back, she could find the new type of mag-spoiler, which consisted of two transparent quarter-moons linked to a part-mag V-shape of a spoiler opened at the back like a thruster, where flames could be thrown from. The lights were encased into each other, white at the center, orange around, and then red around, each animating its own pattern when used. When not, the orange light became neon-green, the others jet black. And below, a set of three side-link exhaust pipes at the center, and one set of double pipes on each side, all seven of them able to use highly flammable nitrousoxide.
Shurikane tapped her code, let Whatley get in at the back, and then unfolded the seat and sat down, while Kestra went around to take the passenger position.
The driver logged in, and the car came alive in the furious sound of an entire choir signing as if it thought it was an engine... Because after all, it was the engine.
Shurikane immediately set her preferences in less than a second using her normal data spike, which she used to communicate with the car. Using this link, she was able to use it almost as an extension of her own body, the car doing her every bidding.
And as she turned the headlights on, she caught the sight of a white RAcaseal blocking the way out.
"Hello." She declared in a soft but unusually loud voice to cover the engine's sound. "I'm Ra'Asiel, and I'd like to be an Insa..."
"Get in!" Shurikane replied, and then in a whisper to Kestra: "Get in the back seat."
Stealthily, she deployed her organic spike, and pointed it towards where Ra'Asiel would sit, but made sure it would not look obvious. This way, if the RAcaseal was a spy or an assassin, the Insa would get the upper hand very quickly.
Shurikane turned to Ekken.
Out of a slot in the control panel came a card.
"The money's in this chipcard. You've got all the bonuses!"
Ekken took it into a pocket analyser to make sure it was good, and then gave a nod and a smile to his best customer.
And now, a quick pass via the hunter shops...
The car raged away into the city. And still no cops yet.
05-07-2002, 11:19 AM
Bump because this fic is cool. And a reminder to kodi to update! X_x
05-12-2002, 04:51 PM
"Now wait a darn second here Shrike!" Whatley interjected. "Do you expect the weapon shops to be open when the cops know you're on the run?"
"Yessssss... Waddya imply?"
"Good luck finding your way into the store."
"This is where you come in handy!"
Whatley leaned forward.
"Right! I'd rather have us to go back down to Ragol, group up, repair, refill, and then come back. I thought you had told me that you guys were full of weapons down there."
"...Girls." Shurikane corrected. "So far you are the only "male" member of the group."
Whatley turned towards the other RAcaseal in the car.
"Right!!" Shurikane exclaimed with a wierd chuckle.
Ra'Asiel shook her head.
"I used to be a RAcast... But after I got badly injured they took me to the shop to tranfer to a shining new body. Unfortunately the paperwork wasn't done the right way, and this is how I ended up."
"What about the new RAcast body?"
"It went to a very rich man whose wife had recently died. He wanted a social android to fill the void."
"For a rich man, he sure was a rich man..." Whatley commented as he touched Ra'Asiel's cheek. "This simu-skin is of top quality, and the plates are removable. I'd almost say you're anatomically correct under that."
"This is only my basic armor. The original android was intended to look quasi-human, and thus wear clothes made for humans."
"What what in the what what?" Shurikane said from her position. "I wasn't listening."
"Some guy wanted a social hot chick droid and ended up with a sissy RAcast."
Ten whole seconds of laughter nearly killed the surround sound system of the car (which was already pumping dance music at a high volume)
"Anyways!!..." Ra'Asiel shouted over the noise. "I've never been happy in this body. I have been programmed to act like a male, not a female android!"
"We'll find something for you." Shurikane replied. "And Whatley, you're right. We're pretty loaded with stuff down there. Let's shove this car over to Ragol and get ourselves locked and loaded."
Only the armored car was left, and it was busy sniping the building from a fiar distance. Insa-K wasn't able to even come close to it with her gun.
Both her and Elenor had to run and jump over to another building, and then another as the armored car kept spotting them despite its reduced number of radars.
"Recall!!" Elenor shouted. "Back to the teleporter, Shrike's calling the team home."
Both androids quickly changed directions to head to the nearest teleporter.
"Think the cops will block the teleporters?"
"No. For one, they know we're here. For two, there aren't enough morons on this ship to cover even one teleporter. Here, look!"
A local teleporter was on the next building. The next thing the androids knew, they were in a new section of the city.
"T6 should be first street on the left." Elenor said, judging by her knowledge of the city.
Only two guards were standing there. Unfortunately, both of them held an upgraded shotgun due to the state of emergency.
"Shit... They must think we're planning a coup d'etat or something..." K thought out loud.
"Duh..." Elenor gave away a sigh. "Anyways. Split your cannon and--"
They passed the remains of the guards and teleported for the safety of Ragol.
"Did you expect the space bay to be full of cannons?"
"Yes, what's your point?!"
"We could have gotten shot down and chased after."
"Yo; this car alone is faster than any police dragster they can pull outta the garage, so give me a break. Hey, we're safe after all!"
Whatley decided it was a lose cause and shut up. A few minutes later, the Wildsider was back on safe ground.
"Alright, people!" Shurikane announced while searching the ice tank. "I think us six should be able to prove to Tyrell we mean business. If we could deal with a load of cops, no reason why we can't deal against one bastard and his little scientists... Ah-ha!"
She pulled out a sample of blood.
"You do this one, okay?" She said, handing the sample over to Elenor. "Just link her to the computer and it'll do the same thing as my spike." She then opened another panel besides the tank. "Now for some fun - Whatley, fetch me some duct tape, will you?"
While the RAcast was looking for said item, Kestra almost screamed in surprize as a weapon headed for her business end first.
"Catch!" Shuri said.
Kestra took hold of the object at the last minute. It was a slicer.
"Catch these as well." A load of partisans fell into Kestra's arms.
Whatley brought back the duct tape. In the meantime, Insa-K had been fitted with a pair of one-handed rifles, and Elenor had come back to fetch her personal shotgun and a pseudo-lavis blade. It wasn't as powerful as the real thing, but the advantage was that the weapon was bigger than a standard saber, yet didn't require two hands to use.
Ra'Asiel came in front of Shurikane. Her appearance was just as before.
"So, what's the change; did you do it?!" Shuri said to Elenor with an annoyed tone.
Ra'Asiel, in front of everyone, suddenly morphed to a black HUcast, then to a dark red RAcast, and finally back into her white self. Her simu-skin then took on a combo of black and blue swirls, with her eyes remaining white.
She posed in front of everyone.
"Great stuff; you'll make a really nice assassin. Just get yourself some clothes, will you?" Shurikane grinned. "Without really knowing it you shed your plates in the transformation process!"
Gone was the RAcaseal.
"Well she was quick..."
Shuri put aside a pair of daggers and a handgun for Ra'Asiel, and then took hold of the duct tape. No one saw what she was doing still fiddling inside this other panel, until she pulled out seven pairs of mechguns, taped against each other. Her hands fit around them just nicely.
"Customisation rocks..." She growled. "Soon as Insa-Asiel comes back with something on herself, we'll be all ready to make our race a legal one!"
05-12-2002, 09:49 PM
lol at the rich guy who got a RAcast! http://www.pso-world.com/psoworld/images/phpbb/icons/smiles/icon_lol.gif
This is getting really sweet! Shuri is getting down to business! Ooohhhh yyyaaaa!!
05-14-2002, 05:54 PM
CLASS: Insa series NewS RAcaseal C-type 6, Sorcerer Crossbreed
LEVEL OF INFECTION:
Limbs: Arms and legs.
Abdomen: 7% circuitry, simu-skin.
Chest: 30% circuitry, RAM, hard drive, armor.
Head: Eyes, 100% circuitry, 100% boards and brain, ponytail hairpiece.
Limbs: Reverse-gravity shield field, magnetic field for increased arm and leg speed.
Abdomen: Decorative organic jewel matrix pattern, in the shape of a spiralled fractal, on simu-skin belly. Can change color.
Chest: Entire chest plate has been shed to leave place to top-quality semi-organic simu-skin. Round organic jewel of 1/2 inch radius placed on collarbone area. Shoulders and collarbone area decorated by white organic slider-lights characteristic to the demi-organisms. RAM taken over by organic matter and tripled in capacity. New pair of hard drives, eachwith as much space as original, with 1 1/2 RPM setting, with override.
Head: Neck decorated by microscopic white slider-lights, of white color. Hair piece split in four parts, with the new slots fitted with a white photon chainsaw blade. Third eye in center of forehead, covered by android lens, but can be removed into a slot at will. Eye is of neon-green color. All three eyes have gifted capacity of seeing auras. Entire inside part taken by an organic brain gifted with strong psychic powers over gravity, magnetism, and telekinesis.
Napalm Reverse: Implodes a small, volleyball-sized area of the target using a fire and black hole combo before returning it to its original state. Causes extreme pain, but little damage.
Shortstop: Freezes everyone into position at a spherical radius of up to thirty feet. No damage, but can leave time to Kestra to plan and compute a strategy.
Electrons: Uses a dozen non-telecopic partisan blades as spinning three-dimensional shield around herself. Very effective in close combat.
Psi Ball: Throws all partisans bundled up into a spinning ball at target. Target is knocked back with medium damage.
Omega Dash: Flies like a missile at breakneck speed, and half-phases through target five times in a row.
Shooting the Moon: The most difficult and effective gravity/telekinesis combo. Target must be grabbed. Target is then sent into a short-range high-speed orbit around Kestra, who spins with herself as central point, one leg extended. Leg phase-kicks through target at extreme velocity for ten times before target is released.
CLASS: Insa series ModiS RAcashel C-type X, Mutant Slime Crossbreed
LEVEL OF INFECTION:
MUTANT SLIME SPECIFICATIONS:
Limbs: Extendable limbs, morphable into various shapes such as soft blades and spikes. All metal parts removed.
Abdomen: Rudimentary digestion system. All metal parts removed.
Chest: Morphing pseudo simu-skin of any choosable color (at will, and covering entire body) and hardness. Torso may twist at will, due to the lack of any bones or hard parts within the body. Addition of lungs, protected by inner metal plates.
Head: Fully organic eyes and hair, of any choosable color (at will). Hair can change length and may be shed at will. Entire head area protected by inner metal planes, acting like a skull. Teeth can take on a pointed or blunted shape.
General Body: The entire body is composed of mutant slime matter, able to morph at will, and absorb other type of matter to be converted to slime through digestive system. New limbs and organs may be created and uncreated at will, though it requires some time.
Type Changer: Ra'Asiel can switch at will to a HUcast, RAcast, RAcaseal, or RAcashel appearance.
Sniper Punch: Converts as much body matter as possible to strike target at a long distance by using this matter to extend the length of the striking limb. A punch will leave Ra'Asiel momentarily with no head and torso, while a kick will leave her with only one other leg to stand on. Striking limb can originate from any location of the body.
Cannonball: Compresses body into a hard, dense and heavy ball, while ramming into target. Best used next to walls, or when target is expected to fall on the ground.
Sniper Throw: Converts as much body matter as possible to grab target at a long distance by using this matter to extend the length of the grabbing limb. After grab, limb will un-stretch and launch target at an increased speed and distance relative to normal values.
Carnager: Target must be close. Grabs target by extending all possible head matter, and slamming target on the floor repeatedly, up six times.
The Longest Mile: Target must be close. Strikes at target with hardened point-shaped limb, then converts all available matter to extending the point as it passes through target's body, with the point getting progressively bigger to form a cone as it passes through target's body, eventually reaching a possible radius of four inches and a length of thirty-one feet. As Ra'Asiel dematerializes in front of target during the strike, progressively rematerializes behind target.
05-22-2002, 09:12 AM
"How are we all gonna fit?!" Kestra uttered upon looking at the car. They were six (Whatley's bulk counting as two people, so, seven) for a five-passenger vehicle.
Shurikane pondered the situation, and opened the trunk.
"K, you go in there. You'll be our tailgunner! If anything happens, give me a yell and I'll open it."
K was rather tall for a RAcaseal and had some trouble fitting into the small trunk, but after a little bit of squeezing, she was in, although her legs were bent at an impossible angle.
"Hopefully I'll be able to get out quicker than I got in..." She muttered before having the trunk bonk her head down.
Whatley was in the passenger seat, and Elenor, Kestra and Asiel at the back. Shurikane took her usual driver spot and in a matter of seconds the car was screaming its way into space.
"I'll have to be lame on this one..." She sighed. "Here's the deal. We force Tyrell to vote for an act that'll make the Insa series and all subclasses and modifications to them legal. Once that's done, no one can do anything to us; we'll become your average citizen."
"Sometimes I wonder why he wants us illegal..." Elenor muttered. Shurikane took hear of the words, and brought her bladed hands up in response.
"That answers it, thanks." Elenor replied.
"What if Tyrell doesn't want to follow our demands?" Kestra followed immediately. "We're kinda stuck since he's the only one who can do that kind of stuff."
"Who said he was the only boss of the place?..." Shurikane argued back with a chuckle. "Coup d'etats don't exist for no reason. I'd find it funny as hell though if we were forced to take power, do the act, and give him back power in a matter of minutes. I'd have the shortest precidency ever known to history; we'll have to chrono that and send it to the archives to put me down with a new record!!
"Anyways. We'll probably - most likely - oh hell, certainly have to kill a couple of cops on our way in. As long as we make it to Tyrell, I don't care how many they dish out. We're here to make a law, not to wipe out the military."
The Wildsider was instantly greeted by nourished fire from the guards standing in the ship bay. Shuri did more distance doing evasive maneuvers than just getting to Pioneer II, and that should be a good enough hint that there were more than just a handful waiting for them.
The vehicle almost scraped the side wall as it dove through one of the closing doors and found itself into Pioneer City.
"We need a pipe, or some sewage thing to dive in... Keep your eyes open."
"Duh; I have no eyelids!!" Elenor snapped.
"Speakin' of pipes, here's one." Whatley pointed out.
"We'll go as far as we can into the system, then disembark and sneak right next to Tyrell's teleporter."
"Thing is," he continued, "We must remain stalthy. If they know where we are, we are screwed, because escaping that maze with cops blocking all exits will be a tough call. We can't avoid that much fire in such a narrow space..."
"...And such a huge car." Shuri pointed out.
"I guess now's a good time to have Asiel do some recon work for us!" K yelled from her muffled position. Asiel undid her seatbelt and lowered the back of the seat to allow K to poke her head through.
The engine's sound died down.
"We're here." Shuri declared. "There's a ladder up which should lead right next to the lobby porter. This'll warp us to the Hunter sector just above it, and then again up to Tyrell's office."
She grabbed her mechguns.
"Let's have some fun!!"
05-24-2002, 11:38 PM
"Deja vu?" Kestra uttered upon entering the abandonned waiting room. Shuri took a look around as well, and grinned.
"Feels like in the movies. This is where all the guards should pop out and shoot us!"
"Not so much like in the movies." Elenor said with a hint of contempt. "Let's get moving!"
The group took the door over to the lobby. The teleporter was still functionning, which they took to warp over to the Hunter sector just above.
They were on a special landing ground made for emergency hovercrafts and telepipes from the Ragol ruins. To their right was the storage lockers, and just a few paces away was the teleporter leading straight to Tyrell's office way above. Just coming out of it, in fact, was a fully armed HUnewearl. She simply stood there, looking about.
She didn't even seem to notice the Insas gathered around her.
"You're blocking the way, Hunny!" Shurikane said in an annoyed tone. The girl didn't answer.
"Fine then, guess I'll have to step over you to get in..."
This time, her comment was answered by the activation of a twin partisan.
"The guards have already been called." The HUnewearl declared. "I was just talking to the Principal a few minutes ago about you guys. Guess it's my luck to have run into you on the way down!"
"So, what's your point?" Whatley queried, wirelessly sending his thoughts to his teammates about how much of a daredevil a person must be to confront all six of them.
"I assume my only way out of this is a fight; at least I'll buy the guards some time!" She shouted.
"Wait a sec, we were not gonna ki--" Shurikane had to block a slash of the partisan. The HUnewearl clearly wasn't listening. Fortunately, a surprise kick from Elenor sent her against the wall of the teleporter.
"Give it up, you're outnumbered and we can kick your ass." Shuri warned.
"Okay." Asiel quietly replied, and threw an object at the HUnewearl, which stabbed deep into her neck.
It was a blood injector. The newman froze in place, surprized... And then fell to the ground, unconscious.
"What did you expect to get out of that injection?" Shuri said with disbelief. "Make her an Insa as well?"
"Whatever would knock her out. Not a lot of people can survive an infection. All those who weren't androids had died in the process."
"You know a shitload for a widow's replacement..."
"Downloaded some info from your computers before going."
"Yeah, we all did!" K added. Shuri gave a nod.
"Alright, alright, I forgot about that. Now if the guards are coming, I don't want to take any chances. Let's go in and legalize ourselves!"
Tyrell stood up at their entry.
"Before you even ask; the answer is no." He toned.
"My dearest Principal" She said with a number of exxagerated polite gestures. "A word with you please..."
Without even waiting for an answer, she leaned forward onto his desk, sending several papers onto the floor of the office.
"You have frowned upon the accident between me and the Delsaber. Then, you have restricted me on where and when my daughter may go to whatever place she needs to go. And now I'm trying to improve the beautifulness that you humand have invented and what do I get in return? You all bitch about it!!!"
Tyrell dared approach his face one inch from hers.
"This is purely common sense. Do I really want to have an android with butcher knives for fingers run around in my ship, knowing full well she has the potential to kill someone any time she freakin' wants? We don't have gun control for no reason. It's to keep assholes like you from going on a rampage whenever things don't go your way, and right now, you are proving my point!"
"So what? I am justified as well! I have been oppressed ever since coming on that ship."
"You are not even on the lists! You're a clandestine passenger! I could have sent you into outer space if I had felt like it."
"And who are you to order how I am supposed to be disposed of, huh?"
"I am Principal Tyrell, the master of this ship. And if you don't like it, this is your own freakin' problem."
Shuri stood up from her leaned position, and crossed her arms over her chest.
"I have been treated like a piece of shit for the past seven years. And if it isn't enough, you decide to also let your rage over my daughter. So what if she is part mag? Didn't you see her personality? Didn't you even notice in your head that she is most likely the cutest and kindest of all androids that populate this ship? But no! You treat her like a live weapon! You think she is some nuke ready to go off, when she isn't! I have been trying to prove to you for seven Goddam years that I can do business well. I am a formidable ranger, you can't argue that and neither can my friends. And if the guns don't work, I have my angers to save the day. I have backups, I can last much longer than anyone else on the field simply because I have the resources and the ability to do so, and my friends over there have been given such ability, and now they will be able to better serve you into finding your daughter!! Do you dig that?!"
"You have a point..." Tyrell conceded, "But you don't have my approval. Insas are too unstable to be allowed to run around on my ship. You are going to invert the process, and I don't care which way. And if you refuse to do so, I'll force you to do it, and this time I'll do the same to you! You will become a normal RAcaseal like you should have always been!!"
"Actually... I should have been a Halloween prank, but that is another story!" She laughed, and then slammed some papers on the desk.
"Sign, either the soft way, or the hard way. Now."
Several thoughts were passing into Armiatge's head... She couldn't see well, and her movements were clumsy. She travelled by hearing more than by anything else, and eventually found her way back to the soft humming of the teleporter.
She leaned against it, feeling herself all over. After blinking her eyes, her vision became clear again, very clear actually.
She groaned... Guards were arriving already... She needed some help. Her thoughts were becoming more violent. She found herself astonished to have thoughts of murder. Thoughts of simple killing, of fights and blood. Thoughts of revenge and settling the scores.
She stood up. Yes, today, she will murder.
She took a good look at the guards, who backed away upon her sight.
Tyrell pondered and pondered. He held the pen but his mind wasn't into it. He knew full well the consequences of any decision he would make, and both paths looked very grim.
"Hurry up, I wanna get home before Christmas." Elenor nagged.
Tyrell looked up... And backed away.
"You, Shurikane, declare yourself to be the first Insa, huh?!" Armiatge screamed from the teleporter. "Well tonight I'm proud to announce I'll be the last to be created and to survive the carnage about to happen in this fucking room!!!"
CLASS: Insa-type HUnewearl, Guil Shark Crossbreed
LEVEL OF INFECTION:
Limbs: Arms only.
Chest: Entire outer area, heart.
Head: Eyes, hair, throat.
MUTANT SLIME SPECIFICATIONS:
Limbs: One pair of Guil Blades extending from the middle of each forearm and three feet in length. Top of the hands covered by organic plating, spiked knuckles.
Chest: Protective natural chinitous plating, encaging all area from collarbone to one inch below the breasts, and also around the back. Bigger and stronger heart, and more resistant main canals.
Head: Two additional pairs of eyes formed to the side of the original eyes. All six eyes are bright red in color. with the originals being the biggest, and going slightly smaller on the second and third pairs. Some hair has formed into clumps and morphed into a semi-organic appendage of yellow color,
Claw Style: Picks target in pair of blades in a pincer attack, and throws to opposite side.
Spincut: Spins on the tip of her toes at hich speed, slashing anything within close range.
Deep Sea Kiss: Special poisonous bite that enhances pain receptors of target, and weakens reactions.
Four-Points: Stabs blades into target's torso, each facing outwards, and then pushes outwards into a quadruple shredding move.
Shark Hug: Grabs target into a bear hug move, and attempts to sink blades as deep as possible before letting go.
Gravedigger Special: Concentrates body energy, raising blades up, and then slashing them down in an extremely fast motion. Causes extreme damage upon impact, and creates a small shockwave as blades hit the floor.
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05-25-2002, 11:37 AM
..and the circus is coming to town.
Looks interesting, and perhaps winding down?
Keep it up.
05-26-2002, 03:06 PM
Insa-Elenor immediately turned around to face the newcomer. She pointed her shotgun, and put her blade to the ready.
"I recall you are still outnumbered. Hardcore." She toned. Behind her, the rest of the team ha ddrawn their own weapons, except Shurikane who kept a close eye on Tyrell.
I need to make sure the Principal doesn't escape. Don't expect me to tight unless it's last resort. Shuri transmitted by wireless. Five "Ok"s came back. It was also by common sense that Whatley wouldn't fire for fear of hitting his own teammates, so there would really be four people fighting.
Ra'Asiel suddenly exploded. Her body had turned to ash and steam.
"Rafoie!!" Shurikane yelled. "Watcha waiting for?! Come on, come on!!!"
Insa-K got deployed her machine gun and began firing, along with the one-handed rifles in each of her hands. Armiatge saw the shots coming and easily avoided them, but soon found herself taken off-guard by a force pushing her towards the teleporter.
The glass dome exploded.
Armiatge striked her blades through the floor, anchoring herself. She raised her head just in time to see Kestra floating over to the front of the group, her three eyes wide open as if in a trance, her right arm extending to be met with a dozen floating partisans, unextended. The blades arranged themselves into an urchin, and without even her throwing it, it went straight for the HUnewearl.
Armi didn't expect that head start from the blade urchin, and although her head was spared as she shoved it towards the floor, the psiball left a huge gash into her back.
She screamed in pain, and then found herself assaulted by burning stings all over her body. Photon bullets were slowly eating her away, but the force trying to push her overboard was still present, forbidding her from standing up.
In a rage, she climbed the floor instead, the tips of her blades leaving huge holes in the floor as she frantically made her way towards the psychic RAcaseal. Insa-Elenor met her instead, and their blades hit each other, with Elenor winning due to her using both hands to force the sword down.
Armi suddenly let her own blades go over to the side, the tip of the pseudo-lavis nearly slicing her head, and then slashed back with full force at the disbalanced RAcaseal, sending her tumbling over to the side of the group. Kestra saw the danger coming, and let go of the force, concentrating her energy on betting her own self away, but Armi was too close. With one jump, the HUnewearl dove all four of her blades into the Insa, spreading dense brain matter into the entire office due to a let-go of a burst of telekinetic energy.
Everyone staggered back at the sudden force. The stings stopped, as Insa-K had stopped firing. The android has switched to four-legged mode and had grouped her Chaos Cannon together, now firing instant-kill salvos at her target. Armiatge shielded herself behind a discarded armor plate, which shattered upon impact with the first bullet, but gave her enough time to send a bolt of electricity towards the annoyance. Insa-K's scream echoed from a mile away, and had Whatley not fired a Napalm blast to stop the Hunewearl in her tracks, K would have been dead by now.
Armiatge turned her gaze towards the RAcast, and Whatley soon found himself engufled by a bright light...
His chest exploded. A Grants technique had destroyed his napalm storage unit, burning his body from the inside out.
Elenor spun around to face away from the Hunewearl and sent a straight-in kick for the ribcage. The natural armor took in most of the blow, but Armiatge nearly found herself falling to her death, now hanging above the void by the tip of the blades of her right arm. Fortunately, these were not fingers. No one could step on them to force her to release her grip.
With sheer strength, she flipped herself back onto the office floor. Elenor was at the ready, and knowing her shotgun wouldn't do that much of an effect, sent in another kick.
Armiatge's blades met the extended limb, and before Elenor could even scream, picked up the leg and spun the android around until the newfound weapon had met the origin of the newfound stings on her body. Insa-K had been knocked from her stable position again, and it all had happened so fast she didn't even have the time to fire her Chaos Cannon.
The HUnewearl spun Elenor around one more time, and then in an upward arc, to then send both bodies smashing into each other. Putting her right foot on the back of the knee, she pulled, and completely ripped off Elenor's right leg. The android was not used to having pain receptors, and just lied there, mure under the newfound pain, which kept getting more intense as the seconds went by. By now, blood of all sorts of colors had filled the room, and Armiatge casually dipped the leg into the pools.
It's then that Shurikane noticed the damage taken by the new Insa. The gash on her back was gone. There was a large chunk of her hip missing, but as her eyes stared on, the body part swelled, and grew back into a perfectly formed hip. She was in perfect condition, even though she had taken in a partisan slash, several photon bullets, a shot of Napalm, and a Chaos bullet right through the hip. All they had managed to hurt was her clothes, which were now burnt and ripped apart but miraculously left above the minimas of decency.
"Aaaah..." She moaned. "Self-regeneration makes me so hungry." And on these words she bit off a piece of Elenor's bloodied leg, of a size only a shark would dare take in. But she chewed a little and swallowed the piece, large parts of it still whole.
Shurikane came back to her senses, and took ahold of her mechguns.
"I have fourteen barrels of different types aimed at you." She snapped "Once you are empty of energy, you will die, and it's your own fault that you attacked us in the first place!"
"Energy, huh?..." Armiatge wobbled back into a straightened position, smiling innocently, as if she was under the effects of alcohol. Her six eyes were staring lazily, and her mouth opened again once more.
And in a gruesome move, she opened wider, sliding the entire leg down her throat like a sword swallower. Her hand let go of it, and at a record speed, her stomach digested and took in the nutrients, steam rising from her mouth as the acid dissolved the limb, and in less than fifteen seconds, she was able to close her mouth as the foot disappeared into it. Her triangular teeth showed up, her half-stoned expression frozen in some lunatic grin. Shurikane could have sworn she had heard a low giggle.
And then, Armiatge turned towards the Insa, and slowly walked over. Her approach was melt by salvo after salvo of bullets, but to no avail. Her body regenerated as fast as the bullets came, and when Shurikane let go the of the guns to shield herself from the first slash, the Hunewearl was in perfect physical condition.
Behind her were the severed remains of six complete arms, three forearms, and five hands, along with chunks of face, chest, and legs. Enough to create a completely new Armiatge with just some of these parts.
Shurikane backed off. She noticed from the corner of her eye that Tyrell was doing his best to keep off from the fight.
It was now a fair fight. Two pairs of Guil Shark blades and spikes knuckles against a pair of Delsaber hands with shields. Neither of them attempted a slash yet. Both were fast, both were furious, and both were in perfect position to pin and kill the other while their opponent did the same thing to them.
Funny, Armiatge thought behind her guard. I was wearing a patch over a missing left eye just yesterday, and now I have six eyes to look with...
Blades... Longer than hers...
Self-regeneration... She doesn't...
Hell, I am better than her! I can kick her ass!!!
The HUnewearl slashed like a maniac at Shuri who found herself too busy guarding to even attempt a counter attack. Two consecutive slashes struck, ripping out her chestplate but fortunately leaving the circuits intact. However, a backslash knocked her face to the side and sent her staggering back.
Shurikane screamed her rage, and ran for her opponent, stabbing, pushing, slashing, each time the Hunewearl growing parts back, wounds healing.
A straight stab into her heart. Shurikane left her hand there. Armitage, although under intense pain, somehow managed to keep it beating. The android could sense some parts of the heart moving in some special manner...
Holy shit, it's using my fingers as a wall; she's just regenerating the heart with my hand as just some rock in the way!!
She drew her hand back, stupefied at the show of such a horrifying, but she kept on slashing, again and again. Eventually, Armiatge will run out of energy, and then there will be nothing to regenerate.
Something grabbed her. The Hunewearl had pincered her blades on each side of the android's waist, and spun around to wind up, to then send Shurikane straight for the void.
The Insa's fingers managed to grab on to the edge, but not for long. Armi neatly sliced the floor part away.
All that was heard for the next five seconds was a deafening shriek.
Shurikane planted her fingers into the column structure. She was damaged, she had survived...
...But the Insa line was over.
Carefully, she began decending the column structure at a slow, defeated pace.
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05-26-2002, 10:33 PM
Tyrell found enough courage into himself to take a step closer to Armiatge. The HUnewearl had laid down spread-eagled among a mass of severed limbs, exhausted.
She was breathing heavily, and she closed her eyes for a moment, taking a break. Next to the desk, Insa-Elenor weakly managed to turn herself over and lie on her back, but she didn't do any other move. Next to her, Insa-K was literally shattered like glass.
Spread around the room were now exactly the severed remains of twenty-seven arms, fourteen legs, nineteen forearms, four feet, fifteen hands, brain metter, and large chunks of head, stomach, and hip. All this in a fabulous sauce of blue, pink, purple and red blood.
And they all once belonged to the self-regenerated Armiatge.
She stood up, using her new blades as supports.
"I'm calling the medics..." Tyrell declared, and he reached for the phone.
"No... Don't bother." The Hunewearl found the strength to say. "I'm alright... I'll be all right."
"But you have been infected. We need to find a way to invert the process and get you back to normal! If we manage to do it quickly enough you'll be just in time to participate in the battle against Falz which is supposed to happen tomorrow morning... In four hours exactly!"
"So what..." Armiatge coughed up some blood. "I'll just fight the beast this way. It's scary but... This new form of mine just kicks too much ass to let go of."
Tyrell pondered, for what seemed to be a year.
"Fine." He finally announced. "I'll let you stay this way, but that's only because you managed to save my ass tonight... It'll take a half hour to get down to the spot and get ready for the big fight. You have three hours and a half to yourself. I suggest you get yourself a new change of clothes and get some rest. The battle's gonna be hard."
Armiatge took a next-to-normal behavior.
"Yes sir. You can count on me."
"Have a good rest!"
One day passed. Shurikane picked up her daughter and cousins and led them over to Ragol in her car.
No one had tried to look for her. No one had tried to kill her, because no one would be able to. But she mad missed the Falz battle, along with the rest of the family.
She drove in a relatively crazy way, but it was a relaxed pace for her. She had to wait at the bay doors for fifteen minutes for no particular reason, the guards just chatting among themselves and laughing, what they called "lega paperwork" which was in fact total bullshit. She was paying for what she had done.
I have been doomed to failure... She thought. Born the wrong way, forced to fend for myself, and miserably screwing up at it...
Finally, she managed to find a landing spot in the forest. There was already a party at Central Dome, all the important hunters who had either fought Falz or had given a hand in finding help. She had learned through the news that Rico was dead. As for her friend Kod, he was totally refused access to the battle, and the Guild had claimed reasons other than her.
She turned off the engine, and got out. Her bladed hands were covered by guards. She rarely used them. The form she had noticed earlier from above was in fact him.
He's been kicked out of the party... She thought to herself.
"What's up." She asked in a monotonous tone.
"Me." Kod replied in the same tone. She didn't even laugh. "Why do you have your guards on? I thought you liked cutting on something in your idle times with your claws..."
"I don't feel like it." For the first time in her life, she gave away a depressed sigh. She didn't even bear her teeth in doing so.
Her daughter said nothing. She simply sat there, and looked cute...
05-26-2002, 10:40 PM
Mmmm.. Bloooooooodd. Hehe, that was really good, lots of nice action. Maybe I'll start reading more fics now.. speacially when I'm in them XD
05-28-2002, 04:04 PM
APPENDIX A: FUll Specifications Chart of Shrike "Shurikane" Nainsev
NAME: Shrike Nainsev
CLASS: NewS Insa RA-SAcaseal C-Type 9, Delsaber Crossbreed.
ORIGIN OF INFECTION: Simultaneous teleportation field surrounding her and a Delsaber, resulting in a merge of both bodies.
LEVEL OF INFECTION:
Legs: 95% Circuitry.
Abdomen: 100% Circuitry, oiling system, motion and movement managers.
Chest: RAM, Hard Drive, CPU, cache, 100% of circuitry, armor.
Head: Skull, hairpiece, mouth, head processor.
Legs: Increased leg reflexes and dexterity due to resistant-proof organic circuitry.
Abdomen: Significant oil leak (cause and origin unknown), corrupted motion and movement manager resulting in occasional jumps to very erratic movements, increased waist and hip reflexes due to resistant-proof organic circuitry.
Chest: Fully organic and self-regenerating circuitry, 400% increase in RAM using double-side density organic technology, shielded backup double-sided standard RAM, 300% increase in hard drive space due to organic storage space with possibility for self-expansion, 102% increase in hard drive reading speed capabilities, 95% increase in hard drive writing speed capabilities, 12% increase in safe Gigahertz setting. Highly corrupted emotional files linked to CPU resulting in Overclock Mode (99% increase in Gigahertz setting) in the event of a Fatal Error in the executable.
Head: Hair helmet replaced by green-dyed knife blades, fully removable to accomodate other hairpiece types. Buzzsaw-chainlink teeth (sharpened triangular) with PreciShred and PreciBite technology. Rudimentary digestive system located in throat and upper part of torso. Set of vocal chords over main speaker unit, with 283% increase in Decibel potential capabilities. Head processor partly melted and taken over by fully self-regenerating organic brain.
Three-Armed Spin: Spins about herself to slash opponent in an asterisk shape.
Quicksilver: Activates hand shield and attempts a distant slash at target using an extension of the shield. Quite painful, but damage is light.
Jupiter's Passing Moon: Flips on the back of her hands and activates hand shields, using the force field to propel herself in the air, towards the target. Re-activates the shields at full power when close to target, in order to knock it down, or, if target is weak or already on the ground, implode it.
Madman's Dash: Grabs target's throat and scrapes him on the floor for a distance of nineteen (19) feet or until wall is reached. Target is then picked up by the legs and spun around in tilted UFO motion, smashing the head of the target on the ground for a total of twenty-one (21) times at a rate of 2.7 revolutions per second.
The Exorcist: Arches back and generates high-pitched shriek at maximum decibel setting. Frequency may cause severe pain in some people, esp. Newmans. Can shatter eardrums if a person is too close.
Face Ripper French Kiss: Target must be grabbed. Opens mouth at its widest possible diameter and bites through target's face while activating buzzsaw teeth for maximum shredding capabilities.
Ribcage Door Opener: Stabd both hands one after the other into target's solar plexus area, fingers as far apart from each other as possible. The hands are then flipped to face outwards, and then pushed this way to shred through the ribcage and, if lucky, split the target in half.
Overclock Mode: Sacrifices defense capabilities for offensive power. Shurikane becomes stronger, quicker, and much more aggressive and ruthless, but with a lack of blocking and counter-hit reflexes. CPU sets itself to 199% of its normal setting, enhancing reflexes in seeking weak and unguarded points. This Desperation Moves is usually applied in conjunction with another Special or Desperation Move or more.
06-05-2002, 03:45 AM
Hmm, over so soon? :/ The Insa line had so much potential...perhaps it's worth revisting again someday...
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