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The Accidental Protege Iggy Koopa I\"m your accidental protege... The gift, the blood, the thrownaway...\"         Since: 03-08-05 From: Marching on the city of Southern Cross Since last post: 966 days Last activity: 966 days |
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| The year is 2026. Cyber-brain Transfer, or CBT is now a reality. The dream of immortality through a mechanical body is no longer a thought or idea. The process is not an easy one; it involves reading all of a person's thoughts and memories and scanning it onto a harddisk, then transferring it to a computer. It is long and painful, as it has not been perfected yet. Still, many humans have chanced their lives with the process. Although the survival ratio is less than good, immortallity is a luxery that many can now afford; but at what cost? Monetary value is of no importance, but physical appearence is. Only the rich can afford a human like android to house their cybernetic brain, but the poor have to rely on less becoming bodies; often part android and part pure machine, or all machine, sometimes with spidery legs or with multiple arms and deformities. There are over 17,000 mechanized humans in the United States, alone, and a new wave of racism is sweeping through the streets, like fire on gasoline. Cyberoids, or Cyberized Humanoids, as they are called are being attacked in the streets for being "sins against God". Most of these extremist racists are zealous reight-winged members of the Christian Right, who have grown substantially in the religious decade of 2010. Others are just intolerant people who see them as horrific abhoritions who will defile the Earth. At any rate, in 2025, the racism hit hit's highest point when a fertilizer bomb was detonated in a small villiange of the Cyberized Humans, killing 17 and injuring 25. The League of Cyberized Humans, founded 2 months before, conferred on the situation and agreed that these attacks will no longer be tolerated. A short time after the attack, the Cyberoids began to modify themselves with weapons of fierce power, such as machine guns, rocket launchers and flamethrowers, thus transforming themselves into weapons of war. 120 of them went on a rampage in the streets of New York City in July of 2025, murduring 287 racist humans, and injuring hundreds more. As the Cyberoids' numbers increased, so did the number of attacks, until the United States Government intervened and declared a state of war on all Cyberoids and their creators. Now, in the year 2026, the violence will peak, and the bloodiest of all wars is about to erupt.
***Chapter 1*** "Humanity is the problem; we are the solution!" read a propaganda poster depicting a man lighting the earth on fire. Explosions could be heard in the distance; even there, in the suburbs where nothing ever seems to happen, the Great War drew closer. It crept ever closer each day. Eventually, it will swallow the small villiage of the Cyberoids, causing more pain and suffering. It was a small villiage, quaint and out of the way. Two story buildings sparsly populated the Cyberoids' hoovertown-like settlement. They were mostly for communications and short range scanners; the inhabitants of the town used their vast expanses of knowledge to build the structures as well as several turrets surrounding the town for defense. The inhabitants were restless, but went about their tasks from day to day, not worrying about the war until it was on top of them. Without warning, a voice echoed across the plains that lay beyond the villiage. "They're coming! Everyone hide! They're coming!" The voice was masculine, but it did not come from a human; it was from a TK Model, a super-smart war scout Cyberoid who was spying on that happenstances of the war. It was a larger, bulky robot, built like a large beetle with four large legs mounted on wheels. It was also equipped with two extendable arms in the front, and a large battery pack in the back. If anything, it vaugely resembled a large blue scorpion. As it whirled past the shrubs and rocks on the path to the Cyberoid Villiage, it continued to shout its message: "The humans are coming! Everyone hide, or take cover!" It was too late. An explosion rocked the villiage. It came from a tank over beyond a ridge to the east. Screams filled the town, as the more defenseless Cyberoids fled. The scout, TK-421, hid behind a large pillbox until the battle was drawn farther away. The braver, more brazen ones with artillery stood their ground and readied themselves for the inevitable onslaught, prepared to give their lives for the good of their cause. ***Chapter 2*** The cigar must have been at least at half its length from when it was originally lit, as the gritty, hardened Sergent Johnson clenched it between his teeth. He stood his ground next to the tank that bombarded the Cyberoids' Village. A platoon of men stood behind the 37 year old General awaiting their commands. "Men, here is where we show these metal-brained sons of bitches that they couldn't picked a worse enemy than the organic Human Race. We are gonna blow the hell outta these dumb bastards until we don't have anything left to shoot 'em with! Am I right, Marines?" In unison, the loyal humans answered, "Sir, yes sir!" "Um, hm. Damn right, I am. Now let's move it out; double time!" The Marines, all dressed in their deep-green camoflauged uniforms and helmets, redied their assault rifles and charged into the fray. Johnson follwed suit, his gun armed and ready to blast away any Cyboroid scum he could get his hands on. As the soldiers charged into the sparly populated villiage, the stalwart Cyberoids began to retaliate with 12.7 mm cannons and rockets. Although they were few, the barrage of rockets a auto-fire from the robots proved to be effective against the squad of marines. "Move it out, Marines! Go go go! The Corps. ain't payin' us by the hour!" shouted Johnson over the blazing cannons and explosions. His men nailed several of the Cyberoids by striking them in their analyzed weak points, most notably, the nerve centers that house the cybernetic brain. The target can be neutralized in several well-placed shots, redering the chasis unusable. The tanks continued to pound the buildings of the village, and soon, they crumbled and fell. Fires quickly spread, and the numbers of surviving Cyberoids dwindled as the battle continued, but the marines were still at three quarters their original strength. Suddenly, chaos began to ensue as the Village Elder, FN-T90, ordered a full retreat in encoded transmission to all his sentry units. as the machines scrambled to evacuate, the Marines slaughtered them as they fled. There were few survivors, all in all. "We cannot win this battle, my bretheren. Follow me!" exclaimed FN-T90 as he, TK-421 and the other survivors fled the village in a convieniant cloud of dust. "What about the others, Elder?" asked TK-421 with concern in his voice. FN-T90 said nothing. His silence was all that was needed. "I see... What do we do now?" "We are to rendezvous with the Mechanic. He says he's working on a project called "Apology". He is wise and old, and can help us; I'm sure of it." Back at the village, Johnson and his men were standing a top a pile of demolished Cyberoid bodies, firing their guns in the air in victory. "That's it boys. We got 'em running now!" The Sergent's self-admiration didn't last, however. "Sir, we've intercepted a transmission. It speaks of something called "Apology"." "Hmpf. 'Dear Humanity: We apologize for bein' mechanical bastards; we apologize for screwing you over, and we most definately apologize 'cause the Corps. just blew up our raggity-ass army!" The team responded with an 'Ooh-rah!'. "Forget it. Let's just get our ride and get back to base." More chapters to come soon! Also, sorry about the Halo references  (Last edited by Clockworkz on 09-06-05 09:30 PM) |
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The Accidental Protege Iggy Koopa I\"m your accidental protege... The gift, the blood, the thrownaway...\" Since: 03-08-05 From: Marching on the city of Southern Cross Since last post: 966 days Last activity: 966 days |
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| "No, she isn't; she's a newbie. It'll have to wait, Chris. Give me just a few minutes, Oh, be sure to add those Modog Replacement Units to the Powered Suit, 'kay?"
Kevin pulled her aside into a small, flourecently lit room and sat her down in one of the chairs. "Now then, Miss Sara. Of course you know about GOVERNMENT; why else would you apply here, after all? At any rate, what do you know about them, and why did you decide to join?" |
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The Accidental Protege Iggy Koopa I\"m your accidental protege... The gift, the blood, the thrownaway...\" Since: 03-08-05 From: Marching on the city of Southern Cross Since last post: 966 days Last activity: 966 days |
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| Kevin put his hand on Francine's shoulder to console her. "Calm down; it's all right. Now's not the time to let your emotions get the best of you." He turned and looked at Xeios. "You'll have to forgive her. This is a very emotional, rough time for her" He looked back at her and patted her on the back. "It's OK." | |||
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The Accidental Protege Iggy Koopa I\"m your accidental protege... The gift, the blood, the thrownaway...\" Since: 03-08-05 From: Marching on the city of Southern Cross Since last post: 966 days Last activity: 966 days |
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| "Interesting" Kevin thought aloud. "5 years old, and your mother told you how your father was killed. And in detail, no less." Kevin jotted some notes down on a pad, then kept talking. "Have you ever been in a firefight, Ms. McCrumb?" | |||
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The Accidental Protege Iggy Koopa I\"m your accidental protege... The gift, the blood, the thrownaway...\" Since: 03-08-05 From: Marching on the city of Southern Cross Since last post: 966 days Last activity: 966 days |
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| "My views are different than those of FEH's. I personally believe in annihilating anyone who either screws me over or gets in my way. I was a hired merc a few years back. They liked what I could do, so I was promoted to lieutenant and stayed on board, but that doesn't change my way of thinking." Kevin stood up again. "Now tell me, ma'am, we're you ever part of a firefight or gun fight? You must have had extensive expierence with weapons to apply for a weapons-based position." | |||
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The Accidental Protege Iggy Koopa I\"m your accidental protege... The gift, the blood, the thrownaway...\" Since: 03-08-05 From: Marching on the city of Southern Cross Since last post: 966 days Last activity: 966 days |
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| "This Molotov; when and why did you use it? Were you arrested, or charged because of it?" Kevin jotted more notes down. | |||
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The Accidental Protege Iggy Koopa I\"m your accidental protege... The gift, the blood, the thrownaway...\" Since: 03-08-05 From: Marching on the city of Southern Cross Since last post: 966 days Last activity: 966 days |
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| Yeee-haw! I placed in something! Finally! | |||
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The Accidental Protege Iggy Koopa I\"m your accidental protege... The gift, the blood, the thrownaway...\" Since: 03-08-05 From: Marching on the city of Southern Cross Since last post: 966 days Last activity: 966 days |
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| Wow. Something is anatomically incorrect there. OMG! She has no nipples! *_* | |||
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The Accidental Protege Iggy Koopa I\"m your accidental protege... The gift, the blood, the thrownaway...\" Since: 03-08-05 From: Marching on the city of Southern Cross Since last post: 966 days Last activity: 966 days |
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| "'Cleansing?' Hmph. I hear scout reports that GOVERNMENT has been talking a lot about 'cleansing' lately. You wouldn't happen to know anything about that, would you?" Kevin narrowed his eyes and put hit his clenched hand on the table. | |||
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The Accidental Protege Iggy Koopa I\"m your accidental protege... The gift, the blood, the thrownaway...\" Since: 03-08-05 From: Marching on the city of Southern Cross Since last post: 966 days Last activity: 966 days |
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| DJ Castro is pumpin' up some crazy beats!
EDIT 7: Oh hell.... Chef Castro. (Last edited by Clockworkz on 06-08-05 10:05 PM) |
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The Accidental Protege Iggy Koopa I\"m your accidental protege... The gift, the blood, the thrownaway...\" Since: 03-08-05 From: Marching on the city of Southern Cross Since last post: 966 days Last activity: 966 days |
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| Kevin sighed. "I see your point. However," he stated solemnly. "I see no reason why there can be no peaceful resolution. Look at us, now. We're all in strife with each other in some way, but we're not tearing each other apart here." Kevin leaned forward. Over 700 years ago, There was a conflict like this amongst humans. In America, white caucasian humans were capturing and enslaving black, negroid humans. Eventually, there was a war and civil rights policies, usually with violence, but over time, the black culture has becime directly assimilated into our culture. So why can't you just learn to get along? Forgive and forget?" | |||
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The Accidental Protege Iggy Koopa I\"m your accidental protege... The gift, the blood, the thrownaway...\" Since: 03-08-05 From: Marching on the city of Southern Cross Since last post: 966 days Last activity: 966 days |
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| Kevin glared at Keira, a glare that he made sure she would remember as he hurridly got Francine up and took her out of the room and into her dorm. "I can't believe this," Kevin muttered to himself. He laid her down gingerly in her bed. Kevin walked out and closed the door. He made his way back to the conference room and sat back down.
"Master Xeios, please forgive Francine; she's a tad unstable around Vampires. At any rate, perhaps I can find an alternative way of helping the Vampires join us." He narrowed his eyes. "A terrorist assault on the Werewolf House. If we personally lead the execution, things will go perfect. However, we cannot be spotted AT ALL. If we are, we lose an ally. If we aren't we're safe. My plan is that one of us delivers a bomb to the house; perhaps a C4 cartridge attached to the house itself, or an agent dressed up in a disguise like a pizza boy or a package delivery man to detonate the bomb from within. If all goes well, they will be confused and shocked. It would be highly unorthodox for Vampires to use explosives and terrorism, and no one would suspect us or the Witches trough since they're on friendly terms. Their only suspect would be the Government. They'd beg for help from anyone; even the Vampires eventually; especially after subsequent bombings if the first does not cause them to submit." Kevin relaxed a bit. "One thing though; we must not let Francine know about this, or she'll most likely defect." |
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The Accidental Protege Iggy Koopa I\"m your accidental protege... The gift, the blood, the thrownaway...\" Since: 03-08-05 From: Marching on the city of Southern Cross Since last post: 966 days Last activity: 966 days |
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| Kevin smirked. "So it's mind control, huh? Nifty." He relaxed again. "So does this mean you'll try my strategy?" | |||
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The Accidental Protege Iggy Koopa I\"m your accidental protege... The gift, the blood, the thrownaway...\" Since: 03-08-05 From: Marching on the city of Southern Cross Since last post: 966 days Last activity: 966 days |
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| "I see. So you burned your house down because you wanted to put your father's soul to rest, right? Well if your mother lied to you, maybe your father's not dead. Be that as it may; burning a house down for the sake of defying your mother isn't exactly a prime motivation. Something's not fitting right, Ms. McCrumb." Kevin stood up. quietly, almost stealthily, he motioned his hand to his sidearm. *I've almost got her now* | |||
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The Accidental Protege Iggy Koopa I\"m your accidental protege... The gift, the blood, the thrownaway...\" Since: 03-08-05 From: Marching on the city of Southern Cross Since last post: 966 days Last activity: 966 days |
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| All my works that I've scanned or animated.
People they come together... Moby, if you didn't know. See Ya Next Mission... Samus... A Ridiculously Cute Samus! Star Wars Banner (Xeogaming) Ninja Avatar Caustion! Naked Samus alert! (Her breasts even bounce a little... God, I'm so alone.) |
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The Accidental Protege Iggy Koopa I\"m your accidental protege... The gift, the blood, the thrownaway...\" Since: 03-08-05 From: Marching on the city of Southern Cross Since last post: 966 days Last activity: 966 days |
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| "Hmph. Please wait here... Sara. Guard?"
"Yessir?" "Keep a close eye on her." Kevin leaned towards the guard's ear so that only the guard could hear him. "If she attempts to escape by force, shoot her." "Yessir." Kevin found Ariya and Jobes with Johnson. "Ariya, I need to talk to you about the new girl... Oh, Johnson! Well well well. How does it feel to be at the mercy of Jobes? I wouldn't wanna be you right now; Shit! I'd rather have salt poured on weeping wounds on my dick than face Jobes after being found a traitor. Well, see you later... if you live, that is. Heh heh. Where was I? Oh. Ariya, if I could speak with you for a moment?" (Last edited by Clockworkz on 06-09-05 09:56 PM) |
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The Accidental Protege Iggy Koopa I\"m your accidental protege... The gift, the blood, the thrownaway...\" Since: 03-08-05 From: Marching on the city of Southern Cross Since last post: 966 days Last activity: 966 days |
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| Kevin got up in a fit of rage and aimed his sidearm right at Chaos' head. "Don't you touch her, you filth! Xeios! What the fuck!? We didn't invite this prick in!" Kevin's menacing glare turned to Xeios as he said that. | |||
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The Accidental Protege Iggy Koopa I\"m your accidental protege... The gift, the blood, the thrownaway...\" Since: 03-08-05 From: Marching on the city of Southern Cross Since last post: 966 days Last activity: 966 days |
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| He bitches about everything. Take nothing that Maddox says to heart. He just took minor nitpicks and overblown the... though it was really funny. | |||
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The Accidental Protege Iggy Koopa I\"m your accidental protege... The gift, the blood, the thrownaway...\" Since: 03-08-05 From: Marching on the city of Southern Cross Since last post: 966 days Last activity: 966 days |
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| "Hang on a sec, 'kay?" He narrowed his eyes and gave a sarcastic grin as he told her that. "What is it? What is she saying? Over..."
"Roger, she... she said.. 'Take two chickens. Stuff one up this guys ass and then the other up my interviewers ass'. What... what do I do here?" Kevin was disgusted. "Moron. She's using an insanity ploy which backfired completely. First, those orders are obviously a joke; secondly, the fact that someone can be stable and relatively intelligent then switch to a nutbag is asinine; not to mention not having any mental illnesses llisted on her background check. Hold her there at gun point, and tell her that if she moves, kill her. Katsuyori out." Kevin turned back to Ariya. "It seems you little newbiw is more than she seems. Shall we?" He motioned with his hand to the door, a notion the she should follow him. |
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The Accidental Protege Iggy Koopa I\"m your accidental protege... The gift, the blood, the thrownaway...\" Since: 03-08-05 From: Marching on the city of Southern Cross Since last post: 966 days Last activity: 966 days |
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| Kevin wiped the suspiciously red saliva off his cheek and stood up.
"I can't... I can't handle this... That scout... the one that this fucker killed... He was...he was my..." Kevin couldn't finish his sentence. The tears welled inside him as he thought back to the past while he walked out of the room. ... ... "Hey, Kevin! Heads up!" "I got it, I got it! Nice throw, Jake!" "Ha ha, yeah! I've been practicin'" The sun we shared was almost golden 18 years ago. Now it's stained with blood. |
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