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Aria Acropolis
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Posted - 2014.11.10 23:48:00 -
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"1 2 3 WORTH THE WAIT!"
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Denak Kalamari
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Posted - 2014.11.11 05:21:00 -
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You'd probably not want to reserve a thread for something that you're still working on. There can be all sorts of setbacks and delays, and by the time you'd get this published all interest may have dropped completely.
Farewell.
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True Adamance
Praetoriani Classiarii Templares
Praetoria Imperialis Excubitoris
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Posted - 2014.11.11 05:27:00 -
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Denak Kalamari wrote:You'd probably not want to reserve a thread for something that you're still working on. There can be all sorts of setbacks and delays, and by the time you'd get this published all interest may have dropped completely.
True
"HeGÇÖs sorry. ThatGÇÖs his sorry faceGǪ. Just keep quiet for now and maybe you'll get through this."
-Kador Ouryon
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Posted - 2014.11.11 08:12:00 -
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At least I wont have to re-write the links over and over but. Thanks anyway |
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Posted - 2014.11.14 13:04:00 -
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Story 1: Its One True Purpose
In the dark abyssal of space, lies a beautiful background of life glooming in its wonders. The stars shine like the lights of this world, giving almost joy and happiness into the background. Nebulas, asteroids and moons coloured the world in its splendours and the planets to house life in its entirety. New Eden is a warzone, a bloody palace of chaos laying an endless conflict between the power-struggle of empires and ruthless corporations each seeking an ambition towards perfection.
A living space station, orbiting endlessly into the cosmos. Zooming itself through the clouds of nebula floating in the empty void revealing friendly and trippy colours. The space station Cera, under CONCORD research is designing a project capable of revolting human life, and at last without the reliance of clones or capsuleer tech which would one day limit the powers of the immortals of this age.
Cera is ten kilometres high. well-defended by whole network of defence systems holding up the vast majority of its military research defending from all odds regardless of any faction, or any race daring to peer into it. It is like the space of Area 51, forbid the rest of the world from showing its secrets. It is split into three rings. Two smaller loops linked and the mega loop at the centre, which has twice the size of them. These rings is where the defences are installed, stretching from turret installations to surrounding guard platooning the whole quarters.
The rod of the station, known as the Central Nerve. The Nerve holds all the rest of its workers whose which numbers are too numerous. It too is heavily guarded by ships stationed and some mercenaries from all branches of New Eden have rallied to make sure it still well secured, but expecting a high annum of pay in return.
Inside, the Cera holds up all the research being commenced by all the sides of the corporation. They are working on a powerful project, a prototype experimental drone. Not visible by the naked eye, but it follows its equal purpose right. This is project BIOS.
BIOS, all locked up in the drone research room. Surrounding corridors having whiter walls of alloyed metal perhaps the composition of CeraGÇÖs construction before being released onto the stars and one day stabilizing. Inside the room, lies over ten researchers all working for the project hoping they would earn billions through their mechanical drug. Its design was the next stage of medication, applying technology to alter human tissue repair through artificial cell substitution. Its purpose was to send soldiers back on the front lines almost like one-up; for them to go for a second chance to make a difference.
The drone tech is composed of robotic cells floating in some sort of substance. Having the colour of liquid smoke, grey, silver molecules having the strongest chemicals made to be user-friendly. Almost like anaesthetics, paralyzing pain and feeling. One of the perfect researchers of this genius innovation and head, is Dr Josephine Amelia.
GÇ£State name and identity.GÇ¥ The computer replies to the user Josephine in a robot static tone, as she lands her right palm at the scanner.
GÇ£I, Dr Josephine Amelia. Head of research team for Project BIOS and permission to access protocol level 8 B Alpha 1.GÇ¥
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Posted - 2014.11.14 13:05:00 -
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GÇ£ACCESS GRANTED.GÇ¥ The lights around the scanner flashed into positive green as she was authorised to access level 8 security. It suddenly left the reinforced transparent frames to be slowly slid open like the automated doors around the station. BIOS was frozen solid. Drafts of the cold fumed out of the hatch in order to be kept offline. Josephine added more expansions into her work, by writing more notes of source code applied to the invisible liquid drone tech. The characters all over the monitor screen were wired into the program, following its exact purpose.
Josephine was a star in the research team. She was almost joy itself since she kept on smiling, and happiness always flared upon her cheekbones and still her positive attitude made her one of the most popular people in the CONCORD. Even her tied brunette hair made a different Her life changed forever, as she made her first visitation of the golden city Amarr Prime. The main reason her love drove her to see the man the very first time in thirteen years. They were childhood friends, having the secret relationship between each other before the Amelia family transferred to CONCORD because of countless ISK contracts piling up on top of their shoulders so much they would have to give in to the capital temptation.
The CONCORD white ship set afar from the station, few years before the present day set foot into Amarrian ground. Everything was golden and almost pure as redemption. Josephine appeared in a random lab coat with a holographic ID card sewed into her left chest pocket. As soon as the nearby Amarrian guard approached her and her team, they were welcomed as ordered by the chief commander of this platoon. She felt delighted to see the man unscathed after an assault on one of the Minmatar worlds.
This character, Sergeant Malthael Kone of the 45th Imperial Crusade armed with the best weapons the Empire can offer. Standing in front of the landing pad and finally saw the lost friend coming to him.
GÇ£Oh my Joesphine!GÇ¥ He cried in joy.
GÇ£Kone!GÇ¥
GÇ£Look OUT!GÇ¥
They came with helping hands and as soon as they were about to see each other again, something unexpected popped in. Fate chose to be cruel in this state, as the Minmatar Revolution sprung forth a declaration of war. Destruction reduced the golden, spired skyscrapers to ruin and countless Amarrian soldiers all caught off-guard, as they stared each other with their eyes shaking in fear. Sudden projectiles shot out of the pavement, as the adversaries came out with bronze-framed, coped burst fire combat rifles. The Amarrians fought back, but their failure in security of the place cost them their lives. Josephine was unscratched as Kone barged in front of her, and he made the ultimate sacrifice. Kone already knew the Tribes would strike back, and the Imperial authority done nothing about it. She felt crying in front of her, as the soldier fell face to the ground. With bullet shots rupturing his chest as if he were stabbed countless times with a random puncturing tool. His dropsuiit frame dented and broken.
In sudden shock, she yelled her heart out in tears, as it came down waterfall out of her eyes. The rest of KoneGÇÖs unit instructed the CONCORD team to retreat, but Josephine made an objection. Her decision was the perfect experiment. To test BIOS the first time on her dead lover, hoping it would resurrect him from the ashes of death. The Amarr felt weird at first, their heads scratching and finally were convinced of JosephineGÇÖs reasons. They dragged Kone over a stretcher and entered the ship as the frames rattled over the shipGÇÖs entrance pad. The ship then set for a takeoff into orbit.
As they emerged out of the Amarrian homeworld, countless fleets of angry Matar ships inflict bursts of missile fire against the Imperial blockade. The ships luckily made it out alive as it thrusted through the space carnage flaming over the ranks of captains. Finally they returned to Cera to test the perfect experiment.
As the ship landed on the hangar, KoneGÇÖs helm was removed from his bleeding face and already his skin went pale finally dead. Josephine excused all the staff out of her way, afterwards. She went for the doors, and isolated herself alone with a handful of five scientists and three guards with armed with sidearms guarding the door. There was only a white background, with scientists in hazmat suits and only Josephine wearing her normal attire with glowing spotlight of LEDs glowing in the ceiling.
As the head of research grew desperate to save her love, Josephine used a nanite injector gun. A pistol-like triage tool more advanced only used in medical, and experimental purposes. She extracted a fraction of the BIOS serum and injecting it to his right arm as the sliver liquid emptied out slowly like a drinking bottle. After months of research, carried out by her parents and sooner her succeeding the family. Project BIOS fulfilled its purpose. It regenerated all his wounds, and limbs were restored through artificial cell substitution. Meaning, only machine cells were applied to the host and nothing happened. It didnGÇÖt give life, but managed to regenerate all the dead inside Kone.
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Posted - 2014.11.14 13:06:00 -
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GÇ£Kone?GÇ¥ She went puzzled. GÇ£Are you alive?GÇ¥
Josephine went confused for a moment, seeing the efforts of the drone tech making its medical feature in restoring all the wounds of a host. Afterwards, Josephine walked creepily towards Kone and made an attempt to hear his heartbeat. There was nothing, nothing but an empty husk and the scientist held his right palm as she leaned her head to his chest.
GÇ£HeGÇÖs dead Doctor.GÇ¥ Her colleague informed. GÇ£There is nothing you can do to bring him back. The only thing to do, is to lay him to---GÇ£
GÇ£Shut up!GÇ¥ She refused to listen. GÇ£My family has worked for generations over this project BIOS and it was made to help and save mankind, saving them from death. The Amelia family hasnGÇÖt failed every single contract, and invested millions over the construction of a massive space station in which my ancestry has hired you into. You say he dead? I will prove you! Project BIOS will revive Kone and he will love me forever and ever! AHAHAAHAH!GÇ¥ She gripped unto the deceased hand even tighter.
GÇ£Are you mad? What is dead is dead! Not living! No possibility for rewinding the past! Expect only the future, and witness the present.GÇ¥
GǣWaitGǪGǥ
Unexpectedly, a disturbing and echoing groan from the corpse quieted the whole quarrel in a single shout. Kone was revived, only looking more abominable due to his skin dying and the drone augmentation only sustaining him. Josephine, turned her head slowly and glanced at the newly reincarnated Kone, and slowly his eyelids lifting open, shaking. It only revealed pure white, milky and veins only rooting from the bottom of his eye. His head, started to twitch, and began moving his head over to Josephine who which looked delighted. Regardless of his horrific image, Josephine felt happy once again and proved her evidence that the Amelia are not failures after all.
The scientists were not pleased of their headGÇÖs efforts. They felt afraid, as Kone lunged himself over to Josephine and went malicious as he ripped a piece of her neck using his newly-evolved canine teeth. She went screaming, crying and flying in panic as the guards subjugated Kone away from her and opened fire. Kone was permanently dead, and blood smeared over the clean blank background. Josephine ended up bleeding, with blotches of red staining her clothes and the scientists rushed over a medical team to save her. One problem made by the security, as soon as Kone was shot dead, the bullets penetrated the transparent casket holding up the rest of the liquid and spilled over, causing it to travel airborne.
Once they suspected of the BIOS evaporating into the air, the guard ordered GÇ£Shite! Seal the vents! Shut down all the air conditioning systems! Make sure this whatever the hell it is. DonGÇÖt let it spread to the rest of the station. I want this area quarantined this instant!GÇ¥
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Posted - 2014.11.14 13:07:00 -
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Project BIOS, purposed to save. Purposed to be the ultimate vaccine of war. Designed to give a second chance instead transformed into a viral plague. A man-made robotic virus now inflicting damage over to millions inside the station quarters. After Josephine was bitten, the virus begins to attack her brain, commencing its war on her humanity. She started to laugh hysterically, uncontrollably as BIOS made its way through her bloodstream, replicating by consuming all the iron nutrients in her body as a source of metal to continue its invasion. Later, vomit bile spilled from the bottom of her stomach as it mixed disgustingly with the gore splattered in the floor.
GÇ£Doctor!GÇ¥ Her colleagues asked. GÇ£Are you alright! Doctor! Stay wihhhhh-GÇ£
She begins to feel deafened as her hearing begins to blur every second her eyes beginning to lose vision and collapsing suddenly to the floor. Her colleagues rushed over to help. But it was too late. Josephine was sent to a comatose as if every life that is left in her fleeted away.
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Posted - 2014.11.14 13:08:00 -
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Stage 1: Dizziness and nausea
As the mechanical drone plague invades the host, the hostGÇÖs brain results into immediate inflammation. Therefore, it is able to use the electricity generated by the mind to ionize any resistance made by the host including its immune system simply turning the electrons against its will.
GÇ£****! We got tangoes over the security room!GÇ¥ The guards opened fire. GÇ£We canGÇÖt provide any backup right now! WeGÇÖre about be overrun!GÇ¥
GÇ£Damn! Close the door right now!GÇ¥
Stage 2: Oppression
The antibodies made cannot provide humanity immunity since itGÇÖs a machine virus. Instead, any means of defence made would result the virus mutating any miniature organism applying cell regeneration and using the GÇÿclotGÇÖ effect to latch itself to where the BIOS desires, making some kind of strain depending on which part of the anatomy. This is like an extension command designed to evolve the host. However, BIOS must fully control the host.
GÇ£Biohazard level detected at residential areas 1A GÇô 3C! Evacuation of area is advised!GÇ¥
GÇ£Help! Please! ItGÇÖs people! TheyGÇÖre turning into monsters!GÇ¥ The innocent individuals cry out for safety as one by one they were devoured mercilessly. GÇ£Paul? Is that you! Nooooooo!!!!GÇ¥
Stage 3: Possession
Leaving the body eternally defenceless, the BIOS quickly acts by continuing its multiplication in the brain, commencing conquest of the nervous system. This leaves the penalty of the host suffering from harsh pain, ending up in absolute torment from head to toe. BIOS starts to wrap itself with the central nervous system and its constant multiplication would be flooding all the blood vessels of the conquered host. It sets the host to a comatose. Therefore, the BIOS can finally create itself an independent network applying absolution of control.
GÇ£Biohazard level detected in the hangars Alpha, Beta, Delta and Gamma! Evacuation is advisedGÇ¥
GÇ£What the hell did I do to deserve this??! I donGÇÖt like to be in this hellhole anymore!GÇ¥ One of the pilots yelled out in confusion as the bite worsened the victim.
GÇ£NO WAIT DONGÇÖT!!GÇ¥
He chose to take the easy way out. He readied the last round of his calibre pistol, loaded the barrel at his mouth and GÇ£BOOM!GÇ¥
Stage 4: Reanimation
Alas, it is complete. BIOS has finally taken over the host and has begun the cycle of its conquest over organic life. A vessel is created to inflict its next attack on anything that is living. BIOS plans this to continue its warpath.
At the central ring, lies the centre military command where the rest of the security were trapped in. All means of escape were barricaded by any miscellaneous they can find. Around them is surrounded by BIOS infected surrounded on every side, waiting for hope and fast it dwindles after every shot is fired. The waves were endless. Rotting corpses of crewmen flooding the corridors and the putrid smell flying in the air. As much, they too will be consumed by the plague. In their desperation, a distress beacon was shot off by the station in search of help beyond the stars.
GÇ£Biohazard level detected in Drone Research room! Commence evacuation immediately! This is not a drill!GÇ¥
Lights around the area flickered, the doors sealed tight and only remains are moans of drone-infected individuals dwelling on the outside boundary. Only remains inside, are the scientists, the guards and the broken Josephine bleeding slowly to death. None remained at the end.
Eventually the doors slid open and the interior of the complex was only nothing but a white room blood-covered and Josephine emerging out of the open as a face of a BIOS vessel. And sadly got shot down by a bolt pistol round screwing through her cranium and falling down like a pile of bricks. She fell face to the floor, all dead-faced and a foot stomped over the dying corpse. A lone soldier, released from his cryosleep after the capsuleer pods became malfunctioned over the life support area and seeing his new hell, as a heaven of paradise.
GÇ£Subject 249, do you copy?GÇ¥
As the soldier in a clear, white and blue Assault dropsuit heard the distress message coming from the security room. The person chose to remove the helmet randomly showed a seductive female character. Her hair, long and red as war itself coming out of the scenery. With hazel eyes and orders coming from her central command. 249 was the only name she knew, and stuck with the same name ever since.
GÇ£Yeap!GÇ¥ She said in a harsh tone. GÇ£This is 249, and on my way to rendezvous location.GÇ¥
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Aria Acropolis
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Posted - 2014.11.20 00:23:00 -
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Story 2: Rebirth
Who am I?
How did I get in this bloody scenario? This bloody day massacre over in some space what-the-hell station, filled with merciless freaks with cybernetic augmentations and cries of the innocent screaming out aloud in the open. Lights around me were flickering as if it were to be under attack, except in some random incident involving revolting cannibalistic habits.
At first, I was dreaming of a beautiful paradise shining out in my imaginative thoughts as I slept in a lullaby inside a cold, and freezing husk. And of course, emotionless. Just before this cursed hell came in.
My dream?
I was in a forest, at dawn after the first day of summer camping over some frontier in whatever planet I am in. That wasnGÇÖt it. I was in a peaceful forest with the mountainous terrain peaked out of the horizon with the sun emerging as it was waking up like every daytime creature after a long night. I myself was inside a carbon-fibre, and shiny tent composed of other properties. I was not the only one. Mates and other groups of friends came along in my awesome journey. WaitGǪ I remember now. I was in the tour. A tour across the heavenly scene of the Gallentean colony Eurenma, a forestry world filled with endless conundrums of travel across the canyon. AND this was the beginning of my damn good journey, the journey across the fundamentals of my favouritism.
We, ourselves are in a whole group of sixteen friends. Some of them were owners of the tourist attraction and best known about the place. Others were just strangers. Regular tourist folk such as myself which feel new about this place.
We packed our bags tight, and saddled off for the next destination. We left our tents, and set up numerous tracking beacons. Beeping gizmos with flashing LED lights flaring across the darkness. The next time we have lost our way of travelling, there will always be a way out of the situation. As so, I was more interested in the wildlife around the place. I was far more interested in finding some hooved animal creature. Deer maybe? Or sightseeing a full heard of space bison stomping over the plains, by the river bank on the east side. Blue springs, sitting at the edge of the waterfall with all the grassy green moss trimmed around the rocks with birds chirping and other creatures just went sharing in the huge natural oasis. I felt astounded, astounded of the camp trip with my holographic sight camera as I smiled at the nature. Almost like a high tech, motion tracker scope. It like, gave me a huge privilege to paste these memories into my beautiful album. Not an old paperbook, but a book created under technical design with touchscreen capability. Having a sky-blue screen interface. There are only two choices: Go west. Or? Go east. Light goes left, dark goes right. Sun dial around this region sets very fast and days go so very swiftly. As if an hourglass were to have a hole cracked open into it, coughing out all the sand into some random pavement. Nevermore I will see some ever, ever again.
Suddenly, on the half way, everyone went stagnant. Stopping at one point, apart from myself who looked confused around my awkward surroundings. I was a scatterbrain worm. Throwing my mind all over the place, nevermore a girl living in a fearful fantasy. It went as if time itself stopped. Even the birds fluttering in the background stopped moving, even the howling, evergreen pine trees in the direction the winds are blowing stopped in a certain direction. Pointing in a certain direction. Pointing back, back where I was walking. Walking on the opposite of it. I started to feel terrified, that things are about to change, as I trudge slowly into the walkway and finally saw the life. The people. The animals. The trees. The wind. Started hitting the counter clockwise direction. Everything was hitting backwards, except for me. I was just standing there not finding out what the hell I am staring at. All I can see, was the whole worldGǪ everything. Stood still. Time itself stopped. All was there is just me behaving normally without following some trend.
I pressed forward. Regardless of everything just went blank except the beautiful landscape in which I am trampling over with extreme. Step by step, I began to feel nervous as if I were being watched over by some random entity. Suddenly, the people just froze by time just suddenly changed into something else unnatural. Even the bright morning quickly shifted to dusk of night, after escaping through the harsh wood. Their bodies warped into worn, skeletal fiends with withered patches of clothing and their hair plain white and wearing out from their ruptured scalps. Some of their limbs were missing, only portions of ripped flesh only existed in their severed body parts and some reason having these robotic augments. I never knew, why this whole dimension just somehow turned into something so scary. Something so weird. Are these the side-effects of the capsules? So I started to gulp at them with my own shaky hazel, golden human eyes, and looked back away from them instantly. I ran away from the fear as fast as a run-away child can, but a bony, worn and undead hand felt the core of my nerves as it rubbed my feeble skin behind my back. I glanced towards my direction slowly, and steadily. The fiends in whatever response got there faster than I could. They were staring at me with their eyeless eye sockets and their jaws extending all the way to their neck. The cracks of dislocation crackled as every muscle and bone broke to pieces and GÇ£ROAR!GÇ¥ |
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Aria Acropolis
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Posted - 2014.11.20 00:25:00 -
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Reality
Everything just reduced to pitch black. With me in some random cage. Flashing red ruby lights blinding my eyesight and a warning sign icon visualising caution in my HUD. My heads-up display. I felt breathing heavily as I suffocated slowly inside the tight metal white capsule under isolation of darkness. I was a claustrophobe. I was never ever used to anything narrow. So I bashed the glass frames with two of my hands and receiving painful, glass cuts as the glass destabilised into huge droplets of smithereens. I was relieved of feeling open once again. In other words, I was not the only one who emerged out. I never ever knew I had neighbours beside me. Could they be clones? Capsuleers? Immortal mercs? Or sleeping colonists? All coma in their shells, and some were breached open like an egg, and seeing nothing but bits of clothing and red stains of human blood jutting out of the hatches. I started to shiver. My dreams? My nightmares? Is it coming true? WhatGÇÖs next? A mutilated scientist corpse lying dead with all the gore touching my feet? As I looked down, IGǪ GÇ£UghhhhhGǪGǪ..OOOOaaaaaahhhh!GÇ¥
Puking into the metallic-plated and solid cold ground as the vomit splattered. Feeling nauseous. The awful trend of awful mixtures stirring into a disgusting solution of pestilence and death. Nothing feels heaven about this place or so to speak? What in the hell is going on? In suit to survival, I scavenged for anything to wear, anything I can find to adapt in this godforsaken place. I knew I had to act very quickly. Otherwise, meaning certain death. The first utility I found was a simple pistol from the dead security guard, sitting deceased at the bloodied wall inside only housing two clips of sidearm fusion railgun ammunition. Caldari design, grey-custom colour scheme with the CONCORD star logo imprinted onto the side of the handle. Iron sighted crosshairs. But a number one recommendation for common, typical security. The next thing that obstacles by way, the screaming hordes of some random monsters dribbling in the corridors, left and right of the corners of my eyes. My stress levels began to intensify. My heart pounding horrendously as the feeling of fear and fright grips tightly on my judgingly, critical decision-making. Breathing endlessly, and rapidly as every second counts every chance of my survival very quickly. What can I do? TheyGÇÖre all in both directions. The best thing: be a cunning puny, little mouse with close-space issues.
What do I see? What do I hear? What do I feel? So many, many terrible things. People dying, monsters cowling over giblets of human meat, and me hiding in a random corner close to the exiting area. I had no choice, but to wait until a spark of tactics echoed into my waning sanity. These creatures, with the black metallic augments infected and sown into their pale, dead flesh and dried innocent blood dipped in their clawed fingers. They umm, are unintellectual and their eyesight weak but their hearing has been pulsed up like a bat. I grabbed a nearby object. A cylinder-shaped test tube transparent and littered into the floor with the rest beside the corpse. I first observed the opportunity, and all there is finding infected spas-walking in the corridors left side, and right side. I so made up my mind. I tested the intellect of these things, by throwing the glass over to some random wall. I was about to scream aloud, as the tube shattered itself into a crashing sound. The monsters started to twitch over to where the shockwave first hit. They went on a frenzy, attacking the test tube and myself covering my own mouth with my own two bare hands. There was nothing for myself to do. Just being judgemental over some stupid attempt. The risk was worth it. The glass cracking open drove all the demons away and the way out was free willy. I have the chance to escape a breathtakingly journey across to either the two corridors.
With my life at stake, I chose to take the left route after I threw the glass tube over the right side and as fast as I can. I ran with all of my stamina, even it would have to cost my legs into escaping this hell. It was breathtaking. With more solutions in mind, as I went to the automated door, with a red handprint stamped into the white metal with it drooling and sliding as someone was murdered here. Maybe he was dragged down dead. I had no time to wonder, or ponder what happened to that poor soul. It slid open as soon as my predictable self, entered into the unknown. The next thing I see was a map of the whole station in my eyes. The anatomy of the structure and the name of this gory prison. Cera. ThatGÇÖs the name of the place. The name displayed in the virtual script. And how come I never knew? Am I clone? Stuck in a clouded illusion disguised as my favourable? That doesnGÇÖt matter. What matters is to find an opportunity of escape. What I can scry of this, is I can easily find all the forty-five floors of this dreaded station and again splitting into different departments. A map so informative. So useful. But hard to understand. Since the map is digital and glued into the wall, I have the right to estimate the place of where I am. But involves me in solving a puzzle-like scenario. It needs to have a Cera Operative ID in order to trace the distance. There is one close to me. The dead scientist on the first time I emerged from cryosleep. Dammit! God ******* dammit! All my efforts to escaping this bloody atmosphere for a while, now I have to return again. Without a choice, I travelled anyway, founded a way to use the sidearm I have been carrying. Two clips is enough, to fight my way out. |
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Posted - 2014.11.20 00:27:00 -
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I never knew the mechanics of the gun. Having the interval of a quarter of a second to fire a single shot. How the hell is this a utility security weapon? As the gun charged itself with blue-electrified energy, a burst coming from the pistol erupted a zap which its energy missile ricocheted into the walls and fragments of the rail blast shortened and reduced to a shot that stained deep in the wall. It a cheap-manufacture weapon, but its firepower that makes it efficient in stomping a mudhole through skulls of anything. Unfortunately the sound wave of the blast bounced off and the nearby fanatics hungry for the living shifted into aggression. The stomping of feet rampaged towards me. I made my best to aim for the next at the control panel close to the door. The next shot then ruptured the overall hardware, and it reduced to haywire and sparks and then alas disabled. It then forced the link to the door, to conclude itself as a barricade from the fiends that lie the opposite room. Sighing. Relief respired from me. It was over. For now. What is wise? I need to find a way through this. The vents? The air-conditioning vents at the ceiling? The best solution possible. The fact is, I never knew I had a good eye of accuracy. The eye of a marksman, and a steady hand blessing my courts of precision. With the use of only one hand, having faith in my aim, the pistol round turned the vents into a valuable escape route. With it, I may be able to sneak safely through them. All of them. Unscathed and a shortcut back to where I first woke up. Using every weight of my body, the vent hatch suddenly fell off and myself along with it. As the physics dragged me to hell, the impact injured two of my fingers by dislocation. I had no decision. They. Bones off-the-place. Putting them back-in-place. Painful. Weeping my hearts out. Sorrowful but an effective choice. And as sooner, picking up the ID from the left side pocket of the manGÇÖs lab coat. By reading the description of the ID card,
GÇ£ID #23312.
Named Dr James K, assistant of Drone Research and a member of Project BIOS.
Level Clearance: 8A GÇô 10B BetaGÇ¥
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Aria Acropolis
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Posted - 2014.11.20 00:29:00 -
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The Truth
With the information clear of this mess, I sought to find a way to solving this madness. It starts here. Venturing back into the narrow space I despised most, but a worthwhile risk to saving my life. And the scientist close to me, went back to life to attack me with absolute anger. His face is covered with blackish, mechanical enzymes oozing out. His rib cage evolved into something unbearable with every tissue that shields his very chest was horrifically ripped away and seeing nothing but his internal organs bleeding their way out. His claws, once the very nails of his hands caused this GÇÿBIOSGÇÖ to mutate his hands into what every abomination tends to dream of. He grabbed one of my two legs, and I resisted all I could ended up him pulling me back to the ground. With absolute force I kicked the guy with all my strength and ended up bruising his nose, later fell off. Leaving a fraction of the skull exposed. The monster continued to subjugate me to his will, and finally pulling out my absolute last resort. The bolt pistol knocked in my right direction, lifted and pointed the tip of the barrel towards his skull. BOOM. His cranium bursting into a red, thick mush ended up killing the thing. I had no reason for remorse. That thing was never Dr James K anymore. Was nothing but a monster of his horrific image. Taking a life was the hardest thing to do as the thing collapsed on his own back. I wept. Wept as the shivering guilt swelled my nerves as if I were going some mental paralysis. And pressed on towards my ongoing objective.
Now back to the sealed barricaded room, finally having myself safe for the time being. With my pistol ready to fight by my side, I went to some kind of complex right after accessing the use details with the card into the digi-panel which attaches itself to the pillar.
The ID explained all the areas it can operate, unlock and lock. Three rooms. Biology research, Hydroponics, and the Drone Research Room as well as the security room. The area that might assist me in these matters. I need more things in a way can stop this. It needs to end now. The card now serves, as a utility access tool at my disposal. A must-use to combat this hostile threat BIOS. I first, want to claim knowledge and be nosy like an eavesdropper. The only way, is to picture these coordinated locations in my head, memorising.
GǣRoomsGǪ.92GǪ.45GǪ.andGǪGǪ86GǪ.Gǥ
Room names, rooms related to the three rooms all in the same floor and must be discovered now as it was displayed in the screen. I am a historian, metaphorically and wanting a treasure hunt for evidence relating to BIOS. And find a way to stop this, before it gets worse. Otherwise, other worlds beyond this cage could bring the end of us all. I must act fast, faster than ever before as I made my way across the engine rooms. Cera was a huge and a powerful space station, split into 45 floors capable of wonders and the powers of science at their disposal. This is when they realise cheating death himself in a gamble of who lives? Or who dies? Is an abominable decision. Right now, making thirty paces across floor 23 room 32. CONCORD Armoury. Amassed with weapons made for reckoning under the hands of weak men. Locked, and isolated away. Filled with many arsenal of firearms to knives and of course the very explosives that can set the worlds alight in fire. So much be useful right if it hadnGÇÖt been locked. It is a room sealed with a tight lead door with bolts bolstered around the edging and rusted away in such a long period of time. I wanted to enter in desperation but a wall. Just next door to my whereabouts blasted away by some sort of cannon blast. Maybe combat emerged out between the BIOS and the men that were to protect this system. I cannot just simply stand there and hesitate. Many count on me to get the job done. So I found a way to get through. The entrance in front of me was caved-in by machine debris and rotting human bones. The thing right now, was in hoping to access the panel bonded itself with the door with verification scans. Hope the scientist authorisation card worksGǪ
As I slid the card through the slot, with the sliding through and verifying. My slippery hands made a sudden advantage. It said out loud in an irritating accent: GǣACCESS DENIED.Gǥ It was no use. Worst of all common sense but the sense of fear and anxiety had gripped over me. It was pointless. So my hopes were to be the nextGǪ until a sudden surprise of laser red dots started to pinpoint all my limbs and all towards my head.
GÇ£Freeze. Put your hands behind you and lean towards the wall. NOW!GÇ¥ The sentinel of their group supressed my every frame of resistance. Using the cuffs they come equipped with. GÇ£Now, itGÇÖs either you come with usGǪ or be seven feet to the ground along with the other assholes.GÇ¥
GÇ£You know.GÇ¥ Their logistics member. Worn with a yellow variant, replied in a recessive tone. GÇ£She appears to be clean. Many cuts around her from past escapes, aaaannnnnndd she is not affected by any BIOS symptom. Pretty much another score for us.GÇ¥
GÇ£No need for your logic doctor.GÇ¥
Lights, illuminating from the lens of their rifles as the heavily-armed men wearing dropsuits of different kinds. These men at least seven of them altogether in a squad with aggressive soldier communication protocols. All of them, coming from all branches of corporations altogether forming the biggest bounty hunt of all. The extermination of the BIOS or pretty another brand of slaughter.
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