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Post by San Mi on Jan 28, 2016 2:01:22 GMT
A hydraulic hissing, followed by the faint creak of metal hinges, could be heard with each step as San made her way through the ramshackle village nestled in the shadow of the mountain. A charcoal colored cloak veiled her appearance and a small red scarf was wrapped snuggly around her neck. It wasn’t long before the android’s eyes zoomed in on a figure depicted on one of the many wanted posters plastered across an old telephone pole. A silver haired man strategically hidden behind the visor of a power suit.
He seemed familiar but she couldn’t quite place him. San moved to the pole and reached out with her new robotic arm to tear the parchment from the rusty nail that held it in place. As she grasped the paper she couldn’t help but find herself a little disappointed by the lack of sensation. Since she’d been mechanized the woman had often marveled at the ingenuity of her new body. In fact, sometimes her extremities responded so well that it was hard to tell that she had not been born of metal and gears.
She had expected to feel the dry coarseness of the paper beneath her fingers but she would have to settle for a soft crumpling sound instead. It was better this way, She thought stubbornly. San had been given a purpose in life. She wanted revenge and she had convinced herself that pleasure was a distraction she couldn’t afford and pain would only lead to hesitation. The SCARred woman stared intently at the vague portrait as she dug through her memory banks, trying desperately to recall where she’d seen him before.
Beep. Beep. Beep. Beep. A faint alarm pulsated from somewhere inside the abandoned lab as the android climbed through the magnetically sealed door, which must have been jimmied open earlier in the day. She found herself in a messy office. Folders littered the floor and she nearly bent to gather them up before reminding herself she wasn’t a receptionist anymore. Dust billowed around her feet as she took a few tentative steps into the dark lab.
Crack. San jerked backwards, lifting a metallic boot off the crushed frame of a fallen group portrait. She picked it up off the floor and wiped away the dust before replacing it on the wall. She wondered if the intruder had knocked it over in his haste or if some kids might have wondered in afterwards. Her eyes scanned over the photo and she was surprised to see Dr. Breech among the colleagues photographed. He was quite a bit younger but there was no mistaking it was him.
San turned her head with a gasp as a faint whisper echoed down the hall. It was amazing how she could feel her heartbeat quicken despite no longer having one; phantom sensations the doctors liked to called it. All San knew was that she must not be alone. She tread lightly down the hallway until she reached the door at the end of the hall. A red light on the security dashboard blinked in time with the alarm and images flashed across the screen of a terminal.
San sighed in relief as she entered the room and pressed the button to disarm the alert system. She looked down at the screen and noticed it was stuck on a loop of the security footage from earlier in the day. She watched as a man in a power suit wrenched open the door and began rummaging through files. Her eyes narrowed. This wasn’t some random scavenger. He’d been looking for something.
The intruder had been gone for hours but maybe she could still catch up. This was no longer a simple security breach investigation but a matter of counterintelligence. San turned to go but as she reached the door the frequency of the terminal seemed to shift. After a sharp burst of static she heard the familiar tones of Dr. Breech. It must have been a very old recording of his research progress. As she listened she found herself feeling profoundly sad. The revelation that he had begun his research to bring back the woman he loved stretched her nerves to their breaking point.
San balled her fingers into a fist to keep them from shaking but it was no good. The thought of her son, brought back from the clutches of death through the same technology that had saved her, was enough to cause the angry prickle of tears in her eyes. They blurred her vision as she pounded her fists against the desk. She grabbed a trash can and rammed it through the computer screen which sparked and fizzled into darkness. San stepped back, taking a few deep breaths. She wasn’t sure why the idea of saving her son had caused such a violent reaction. Perhaps the moment of false hope had been too much for the grieving mother.
San blinked rapidly as she pulled her eyes away from the wanted poster. She spent the better part of the afternoon speaking to various locals. She showed the picture to over a dozen people before someone finally recognized him. Apparently, the fugitive had been spotted heading up the mountain. San pulled her cloak closer around her chest as she started up the path that led to Mt. Paozu.
tag: Otto words: 885 current pl: 8000
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Otto
Archived
Zeni & Item Xfer to Fleece
PL: 53,483
Overdrive(x3) X6 Processor(x6P)
Zeni: 0
Tag: @otto
OOC Name: Pipa
Posts: 391
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Post by Otto on Jan 28, 2016 5:54:21 GMT
With the helmet of his power suit plastered on many wanted posters throughout the south, Otto was preparing to depart for greener pastures where he would not have to worry as much about the threat of other bounty hunters coming after his head. The mercenary had messed up big time, when he destroyed a parade float of the planet’s missing president while he was trying to collect a bounty of his own. For the moment he was bedded down in the mountains, working on getting his new spaceship, the leviathan, up and running at full capacity. The issue with the ship was that it seemed to work in a strange alien language that he could not comprehend. He had spent much of his time going through the computer trying to alter its systems to be in working order. Today, however, Otto was taking a slight break from working with machines. Still adorned in his power suit for safety, he had set up a small hammock made of metallic nets pinned against two trees that he was laying on. The metallic mesh was seemingly able to hold him, and he relaxed as he listened to music inside of his helmet, oblivious to the world around him. He whistled along with the tune as he relaxed, and he seemed to have a small mechanics manual in his hand that he slowly flipped through nonchalantly. After a few moments, Otto sat up in his little relaxation device and stood up on the rocky soil. He pulled open a latch on his chest, exposing a compartment that was filled with various bells and whistles. He pulled out a plastic bottle, filled with an orange fluid. The mercenary pulled what appeared to be a straw like device from the mouthpiece of his mask, and stuck it into the drink and began slurping on it. For someone with a bounty, Otto seemed pretty relaxed. He hadn’t checked his scouter in ages for signs of trouble, and he didn’t bother to look around much. Otto had perhaps gotten a bit overconfident in his abilities. Several hundred feet away sat his massive ship, parked between two large boulders. San Mi PL w/ heavy weights: 9,884
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