Absol197
May 31, 2006, 09:55 PM
The prologue begins with what Neptune (soon to be known as Reaper, you'll see why...) is hearing while being grown , which is why the beginning is slightly weird. There is more to come, and any advice would be appreciated.
So, without further ado...
Beep…beep…beep…beep…
“Vital signs are stable, captain.”
“Good, good! The first one to get this far since N-317! Commence operation three two…
* * *
Beep…beep…beep…beep…
“Amazing! His system has accepted the mutation better than ever expected! It appears human DNA can withstand the energies much better than newman’s.”
“I don’t know about this, Olo. Are you sure this is…”
“Oh come now Absól! We’ve taken all the best…”
* * *
Beep…beep…beep…beep…
“Final transfusion completed sir! Vital signs remain stable!”
“At last! We’ve finally done…”
Beep…beep..beep, beep, beep beep beep beep beepbeepbeepbeepbeep
“What in the hell is going on?”
“The D-cellular DNA infusion is being rejected! Vital functions failing…”
“NO! We’re not going to lose this one! Not when we’ve come so close! I want…”
“Sir, mental activity detected! Massive amounts of psychic energy! Sir, he’s waking up!”
The figure inside the large glass cylinder writhed and twisted. The strange orange glow from the liquid it was suspended in cast dancing shadows across the darkened room.
Suddenly, with a loud bang, the glass shattered as a swirl of fire erupted out from the figure. As the roar of the flames diminished, the lingering cry of a male voice could be heard.
The last tongues of fire and plumes of smoke dissipated, and in the remnants of the shattered tube lay a man, naked, grasping his head in his hands and screaming as though in intense pain.
“Well, Absól,” Olo said to the tall, thin newman standing next to him, “it seems that Project Neptune is a success.”
“No Olo,” Absól replied, his voice barely a whisper but carrying immense power, “it was not a success.”
Olo looked at Absól quizzically for a moment, then, turning to a nurse who stood beside him, said “Get him up, get him some clothes, and take him to the medical room so we can stabilize his vitals.”
“Yes doctor!” she replied, and hurried over to the prostrate form in the center of the room. “Neptune, come with me." she said, gently grasping his arm.
Without even an utterance of pain or surprise, the nurse fell in a heap onto the floor.
“What the devil! Get her up, and get him to the medical facilities!” Olo shouted at the mass of doctors and scientists standing around him. Several immediately rushed forward, some heading towards the inert nurse, others towards the man still writhing on the floor.
“She’s cold as ice!” One doctor reported as he touched the nurse’s hand. “No pulse…” he took out a device from his scrubs and passed it over her. He paused as he read the readout. Then, in a shaky voice he said “She…she’s dead!”
Just at that moment, one of the scientists that had been helping the man to his feet collapsed. The loss of support caused the other three carrying him to fall down. Only two struggled to get back up.
“What happened?!” Olo shouted.
“He’s dead too!”
“Reed as well!”
“As I said, Olo,” Absól whispered. “Project Neptune was not a success.”
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So, without further ado...
Beep…beep…beep…beep…
“Vital signs are stable, captain.”
“Good, good! The first one to get this far since N-317! Commence operation three two…
* * *
Beep…beep…beep…beep…
“Amazing! His system has accepted the mutation better than ever expected! It appears human DNA can withstand the energies much better than newman’s.”
“I don’t know about this, Olo. Are you sure this is…”
“Oh come now Absól! We’ve taken all the best…”
* * *
Beep…beep…beep…beep…
“Final transfusion completed sir! Vital signs remain stable!”
“At last! We’ve finally done…”
Beep…beep..beep, beep, beep beep beep beep beepbeepbeepbeepbeep
“What in the hell is going on?”
“The D-cellular DNA infusion is being rejected! Vital functions failing…”
“NO! We’re not going to lose this one! Not when we’ve come so close! I want…”
“Sir, mental activity detected! Massive amounts of psychic energy! Sir, he’s waking up!”
The figure inside the large glass cylinder writhed and twisted. The strange orange glow from the liquid it was suspended in cast dancing shadows across the darkened room.
Suddenly, with a loud bang, the glass shattered as a swirl of fire erupted out from the figure. As the roar of the flames diminished, the lingering cry of a male voice could be heard.
The last tongues of fire and plumes of smoke dissipated, and in the remnants of the shattered tube lay a man, naked, grasping his head in his hands and screaming as though in intense pain.
“Well, Absól,” Olo said to the tall, thin newman standing next to him, “it seems that Project Neptune is a success.”
“No Olo,” Absól replied, his voice barely a whisper but carrying immense power, “it was not a success.”
Olo looked at Absól quizzically for a moment, then, turning to a nurse who stood beside him, said “Get him up, get him some clothes, and take him to the medical room so we can stabilize his vitals.”
“Yes doctor!” she replied, and hurried over to the prostrate form in the center of the room. “Neptune, come with me." she said, gently grasping his arm.
Without even an utterance of pain or surprise, the nurse fell in a heap onto the floor.
“What the devil! Get her up, and get him to the medical facilities!” Olo shouted at the mass of doctors and scientists standing around him. Several immediately rushed forward, some heading towards the inert nurse, others towards the man still writhing on the floor.
“She’s cold as ice!” One doctor reported as he touched the nurse’s hand. “No pulse…” he took out a device from his scrubs and passed it over her. He paused as he read the readout. Then, in a shaky voice he said “She…she’s dead!”
Just at that moment, one of the scientists that had been helping the man to his feet collapsed. The loss of support caused the other three carrying him to fall down. Only two struggled to get back up.
“What happened?!” Olo shouted.
“He’s dead too!”
“Reed as well!”
“As I said, Olo,” Absól whispered. “Project Neptune was not a success.”
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