KodiaX987
Jun 7, 2002, 07:21 AM
Well, it's all over now. The Insas were beaten at their own game by the mutant Armiatge. The result: four dead. One wounded at the leg. The leader sent into the depths of the city. The next day, parts were found at her builder's apartment, but they lacked enough proofs. They declare her dead, but in the records, Shrike "Shurikane" Nainsev is still very alive.
A few days have passed. The mess within Pioneer City was quickly cleaned up and the Dark Falz battle happened without any problems. Armiatge recovered enough to participate to the battle and was given full honors along with everyone else at a huge party in Central Dome. Many sympathized with her new appearance, but no one knew she actually accepted it.
And now, things are nice and smooth. Pioneer II is going to decend to the planet in two days to deploy the city and repair the damage to the facilities, along with exploring the newfound ruins some more...
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"Wake up, SAcaseal."
"Waddya want?"
"You to wake up. Open those eyelids and sit up."
"Where am I?"
"Out of danger..."
Insa-Elenor sat up. She looked about, to find out she had been disrespectfully discarded into a junk room. Fortunately, they had taken the care to cover up her severed leg and help it heal. Amazingly enough, her scans showed nothing else that was of importance. It was a miracle she had survived the collision with Insa-K. The other android had been crushed under the pink and white RAcaseal's weight.
"Say, did you just happen to call me SAcaseal?" She queried. An affirmative hum came back.
"The government listed Insas as a SA class in their files. Unfortunately, that class won't last long. Whatley, the only SAcast has melted down, three SAcaseals dead, one SAcashel dead, and one SAcaseal missing, presumed dead. She really is alive, by the way, but believe you me, she's become a souless animal."
"Shuri?! Where's Shuri? What happened to her?"
"She fell down the platform of Tyrell's office, didn't you hear the scream? I know for a fact that she has survived the fall. But that isn't my main concern. My big concern is you."
Elenor laid back, resting on some pieces of metals as pillow.
"Why me?"
"Because you are the only Insa left that can be of use to me."
"Why me? Why not someone else?"
"Well, there's a someone else, but I need a team for what I intend to do. See, the Falz battle's over. It was over, about four days ago I'd say. And although they killed the demon, monsters still appear out of nowhere. I know why: a cult has been set up in the ruins, to call Falz back. This cult is made up of the most possessed hunters of the guild, infected by evil. They are all Insas, like you."
Elenor groaned. This wasn't such good news...
"SAmar, SAmarl, SAnewm, SAnewearl, SAcaseal, SAcast, you name it. There are even some divisions in the SA class that I don't know of. The real SA class is much bigger than Tyrell thinks."
Elenor sat up again, pondering the load of information.
"So, let me get this straight. You get me here just to tell me there's a Dark Falz cult preaching the word somewhere below the ground? What shit do I have to do with them? How did you bring me here anyways? Who the hell are you?!"
A squeak, and a man appeared in the doorframe. It was a newman, on a wheelchair, of a very old appearance; a rare sight for his race. His hair, of shoulder length, appeared thin and Elenor could pick a few bald spots on his head. His eyes, however, were hidden behind a pair of opaque Oakley Jacket-style shades.
"Well if I knew..." She muttered.
"Shut up." The man snapped. "If it wasn't for me, you'd be the dront door of a freighter. Tyrell thought you were dead and sent you over to the junkyard for compressing and remodeling. Luckily enough, I am the operator of that yard, so I picked you out and put you inside my house."
"So yeah, thanks." Elenor replied, scratching the back of her head a little. "And what am I supposed to call you?"
"Once you get rid of your badass attitude, you'll call me Vento Godai. Now here's a crutch. Follow me out and take a seat somewhere. Can you eat?"
"A little."
"Great! I've just taken some meat out of the pan. You want to regenerate that leg of yours fast as you can, because we don't have a lot of time left." Vento said as he headed out the door.
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Elenor had tied her Dimenian roped into a makeshift ponytail just for style's sake. She took a bite of meat and took note of her surroundings. The small house was incredibly dark, but very clean. There were little machines everywhere, along with a lot of networked computers, screens, and systems. From a quick scan, she found out the old man had rigged himself with a surround sound system that covered the entire house, go figure how he did that. She had to admit he had one outdated but kickass entertainment system.
Vento sat down, fork and knife in hand, talking between his bites.
"I'm glad you're alive Elenor." He toned. "You are the only one who will be able to do what's needed to do. Needless to say, a Falz cult means one whole city depends on you."
"Duh..." Elenor sighed, not believing a word of this so-called great quest of his. Apparently Vento had detected her thought because he had laid back, a piece of meat in his mouth, looking away.
"I'll let you finish your piece before I tell you some more. In the meantime..."
Elenor heard some heavy footsteps. An android... Not. What had appeared in her view was an impossibly tall woman. Her arms and were encased into heavy-looking white, black, and bright green armor, leaving her torso covered by a jet black shirt on the daring side. Completing the look was a sleeveless extra-dark navy blue trenchcoat with bright green knife patterns at the bottom and around the neck. A silver-painted industrial chain aurrounded her neck as an addition, and her eyes were completely hidden behind an old-styled pair of round, opaque black glasses. Her bright green hair shot behind, leading Elenor's look to the legs, which were covered in a long black skirt, reaching to her feet, again covered by bright breen knife patterns at the top and bottom. As for her feet, she had armored them behind a pair of black construction boots.
The new arrival took a look at the android, smiling ever so slightly.
"...Meet your new roomate and teammate: Shrike R."
A few days have passed. The mess within Pioneer City was quickly cleaned up and the Dark Falz battle happened without any problems. Armiatge recovered enough to participate to the battle and was given full honors along with everyone else at a huge party in Central Dome. Many sympathized with her new appearance, but no one knew she actually accepted it.
And now, things are nice and smooth. Pioneer II is going to decend to the planet in two days to deploy the city and repair the damage to the facilities, along with exploring the newfound ruins some more...
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"Wake up, SAcaseal."
"Waddya want?"
"You to wake up. Open those eyelids and sit up."
"Where am I?"
"Out of danger..."
Insa-Elenor sat up. She looked about, to find out she had been disrespectfully discarded into a junk room. Fortunately, they had taken the care to cover up her severed leg and help it heal. Amazingly enough, her scans showed nothing else that was of importance. It was a miracle she had survived the collision with Insa-K. The other android had been crushed under the pink and white RAcaseal's weight.
"Say, did you just happen to call me SAcaseal?" She queried. An affirmative hum came back.
"The government listed Insas as a SA class in their files. Unfortunately, that class won't last long. Whatley, the only SAcast has melted down, three SAcaseals dead, one SAcashel dead, and one SAcaseal missing, presumed dead. She really is alive, by the way, but believe you me, she's become a souless animal."
"Shuri?! Where's Shuri? What happened to her?"
"She fell down the platform of Tyrell's office, didn't you hear the scream? I know for a fact that she has survived the fall. But that isn't my main concern. My big concern is you."
Elenor laid back, resting on some pieces of metals as pillow.
"Why me?"
"Because you are the only Insa left that can be of use to me."
"Why me? Why not someone else?"
"Well, there's a someone else, but I need a team for what I intend to do. See, the Falz battle's over. It was over, about four days ago I'd say. And although they killed the demon, monsters still appear out of nowhere. I know why: a cult has been set up in the ruins, to call Falz back. This cult is made up of the most possessed hunters of the guild, infected by evil. They are all Insas, like you."
Elenor groaned. This wasn't such good news...
"SAmar, SAmarl, SAnewm, SAnewearl, SAcaseal, SAcast, you name it. There are even some divisions in the SA class that I don't know of. The real SA class is much bigger than Tyrell thinks."
Elenor sat up again, pondering the load of information.
"So, let me get this straight. You get me here just to tell me there's a Dark Falz cult preaching the word somewhere below the ground? What shit do I have to do with them? How did you bring me here anyways? Who the hell are you?!"
A squeak, and a man appeared in the doorframe. It was a newman, on a wheelchair, of a very old appearance; a rare sight for his race. His hair, of shoulder length, appeared thin and Elenor could pick a few bald spots on his head. His eyes, however, were hidden behind a pair of opaque Oakley Jacket-style shades.
"Well if I knew..." She muttered.
"Shut up." The man snapped. "If it wasn't for me, you'd be the dront door of a freighter. Tyrell thought you were dead and sent you over to the junkyard for compressing and remodeling. Luckily enough, I am the operator of that yard, so I picked you out and put you inside my house."
"So yeah, thanks." Elenor replied, scratching the back of her head a little. "And what am I supposed to call you?"
"Once you get rid of your badass attitude, you'll call me Vento Godai. Now here's a crutch. Follow me out and take a seat somewhere. Can you eat?"
"A little."
"Great! I've just taken some meat out of the pan. You want to regenerate that leg of yours fast as you can, because we don't have a lot of time left." Vento said as he headed out the door.
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Elenor had tied her Dimenian roped into a makeshift ponytail just for style's sake. She took a bite of meat and took note of her surroundings. The small house was incredibly dark, but very clean. There were little machines everywhere, along with a lot of networked computers, screens, and systems. From a quick scan, she found out the old man had rigged himself with a surround sound system that covered the entire house, go figure how he did that. She had to admit he had one outdated but kickass entertainment system.
Vento sat down, fork and knife in hand, talking between his bites.
"I'm glad you're alive Elenor." He toned. "You are the only one who will be able to do what's needed to do. Needless to say, a Falz cult means one whole city depends on you."
"Duh..." Elenor sighed, not believing a word of this so-called great quest of his. Apparently Vento had detected her thought because he had laid back, a piece of meat in his mouth, looking away.
"I'll let you finish your piece before I tell you some more. In the meantime..."
Elenor heard some heavy footsteps. An android... Not. What had appeared in her view was an impossibly tall woman. Her arms and were encased into heavy-looking white, black, and bright green armor, leaving her torso covered by a jet black shirt on the daring side. Completing the look was a sleeveless extra-dark navy blue trenchcoat with bright green knife patterns at the bottom and around the neck. A silver-painted industrial chain aurrounded her neck as an addition, and her eyes were completely hidden behind an old-styled pair of round, opaque black glasses. Her bright green hair shot behind, leading Elenor's look to the legs, which were covered in a long black skirt, reaching to her feet, again covered by bright breen knife patterns at the top and bottom. As for her feet, she had armored them behind a pair of black construction boots.
The new arrival took a look at the android, smiling ever so slightly.
"...Meet your new roomate and teammate: Shrike R."