09-30-2018, 03:53 AM
Part I - The Breakdown
30/9/825
“ - And talk to me like an adult, Joshua.” Locklear's final words rung clear like a bell in Leviathan’s head as the transmission recording came to an end. The metal man stood at the helm of the Andraste as it prowled through the perimeter of Valravn Citadel. An overwhelming rush of thoughts and voices loomed over his tired and overworked mind. The chemicals which kept what little organic material remained of Leviathan alive had left him damaged. His brain has been running on overdrive for so many months, the cruel experiment he had been subjected to was finally about to yield results.
“Worthless.” He spat out to himself.
“They all are.” A voice rang out from the back of his head. The lights which occupied his face had flickered for a brief moment.
“Irritating.” He said to himself.
“They’re only getting in the way.” The voice spoke out again, causing a myriad of colours to cycle, showing no sign of the original and neutral purple. Time was taking its toll. Leviathan’s patience had nearly become non-existent. His compassion was numbed and his rage had reached his boiling point. He stewed, stressing himself even further, standing now at the precipice of desolation.
“Don’t go over the line. Don’t go over the line. Don’t go over the line.” Leviathan repeated to himself quietly.
Footsteps approached from the rear as a lightly armored and branded medic walked along the aisle towards the towering metal figure of Leviathan. Four - one of the Davaran squad members, had come at the request of Venator Glass to assess the medical status of the Keeper. He volunteered, hoping it would potentially allow him to get closer to his roots and develop a social bond with his biological templates. The excitement was almost overwhelming of his timid composure. He came to a stop behind the Keeper and stood at attention, intending to show the utmost respect.
“They’re going to get in the way again.” The voice in Leviathan’s head chimed. Frustrated beyond reason, Leviathan cracked and relaxed any visible tension being represented by his body. He snapped.
Four cleared his throat. “Keeper. I have been tasked with being your personal physician. I am looking forward to wo-” The excitement in his tone of voice was interrupted with the blunt impact of Leviathan’s backhand. Shocked, dazed and confused, Four stumbled back. The tactical light on the side of his helmet was demolished. The blow would’ve likely killed him had he not been wearing his armor. As Four steadied himself, Leviathan gripped the jawline of his helmet, holding him in place. Four held up his hands in surrender, intending to show he meant no hostilities. Leviathan’s face flickered out of control. He said nothing. The fluidity of his actions were as if everything was calculated and premeditated. There was no hesitation.
Leviathan raised his hand, and viciously began to swing at the center of Four’s helmet with the full force of his cybernetic arm. He’d hit him again. Again. And again. Four attempted to struggle free, pushing and kicking at his attacker, yet to no avail. After the third hit, Four’s hands lowered weakly. “W-why…?” Four choked out. Another impact from Leviathan’s fist was the only response. It caused him to twitch briefly. The final impact - being harder than the others as Leviathan winded his shoulder - sent Four down to his back, limp and unresponsive. His helmet was dented inwards inhumanly. It was impossible to survive such a brutal blunt force assault.
The bridge of the Andraste fell silent as onlookers watched the horrendous attack on their comrade, unsure of how to react to the brutal actions of one of the Keepers. Leviathan glared around the room at them, his face a multi-coloured strobe light. The bridge personnel slowly backed off, some turned to run for the exit. Leviathan didn’t pursue any of them. Instead, he waited for them to be clear of the bridge and sealed the door. Immediately, he rushed for the command console and began rapidly typing in directives, locking down terminals and locking out other sections of the ship from controlling anything he might do.
By the time they had fled the bridge, the crew sent alarms to the Citadel, alerting the Phalanx of the situation. The hundreds of personnel and crew members on board the Osiris were scrambling to stop the lockout from happening. Engineering was the first to lose its console access, preventing any shutdown that isn’t done manually or destructively. Then, security stations began to lose camera and checkpoint control. People were getting locked into sections and separated. Isolated. He shut down the vessel’s engines, locked down the airlocks and primary hangar, and disabled external transmissions. Leviathan had control of the ship, and the crew were at his mercy.
“Worthless.” He spat out to himself.
“They all are.” A voice rang out from the back of his head. The lights which occupied his face had flickered for a brief moment.
“Irritating.” He said to himself.
“They’re only getting in the way.” The voice spoke out again, causing a myriad of colours to cycle, showing no sign of the original and neutral purple. Time was taking its toll. Leviathan’s patience had nearly become non-existent. His compassion was numbed and his rage had reached his boiling point. He stewed, stressing himself even further, standing now at the precipice of desolation.
“Don’t go over the line. Don’t go over the line. Don’t go over the line.” Leviathan repeated to himself quietly.
Footsteps approached from the rear as a lightly armored and branded medic walked along the aisle towards the towering metal figure of Leviathan. Four - one of the Davaran squad members, had come at the request of Venator Glass to assess the medical status of the Keeper. He volunteered, hoping it would potentially allow him to get closer to his roots and develop a social bond with his biological templates. The excitement was almost overwhelming of his timid composure. He came to a stop behind the Keeper and stood at attention, intending to show the utmost respect.
“They’re going to get in the way again.” The voice in Leviathan’s head chimed. Frustrated beyond reason, Leviathan cracked and relaxed any visible tension being represented by his body. He snapped.
Four cleared his throat. “Keeper. I have been tasked with being your personal physician. I am looking forward to wo-” The excitement in his tone of voice was interrupted with the blunt impact of Leviathan’s backhand. Shocked, dazed and confused, Four stumbled back. The tactical light on the side of his helmet was demolished. The blow would’ve likely killed him had he not been wearing his armor. As Four steadied himself, Leviathan gripped the jawline of his helmet, holding him in place. Four held up his hands in surrender, intending to show he meant no hostilities. Leviathan’s face flickered out of control. He said nothing. The fluidity of his actions were as if everything was calculated and premeditated. There was no hesitation.
Leviathan raised his hand, and viciously began to swing at the center of Four’s helmet with the full force of his cybernetic arm. He’d hit him again. Again. And again. Four attempted to struggle free, pushing and kicking at his attacker, yet to no avail. After the third hit, Four’s hands lowered weakly. “W-why…?” Four choked out. Another impact from Leviathan’s fist was the only response. It caused him to twitch briefly. The final impact - being harder than the others as Leviathan winded his shoulder - sent Four down to his back, limp and unresponsive. His helmet was dented inwards inhumanly. It was impossible to survive such a brutal blunt force assault.
The bridge of the Andraste fell silent as onlookers watched the horrendous attack on their comrade, unsure of how to react to the brutal actions of one of the Keepers. Leviathan glared around the room at them, his face a multi-coloured strobe light. The bridge personnel slowly backed off, some turned to run for the exit. Leviathan didn’t pursue any of them. Instead, he waited for them to be clear of the bridge and sealed the door. Immediately, he rushed for the command console and began rapidly typing in directives, locking down terminals and locking out other sections of the ship from controlling anything he might do.
By the time they had fled the bridge, the crew sent alarms to the Citadel, alerting the Phalanx of the situation. The hundreds of personnel and crew members on board the Osiris were scrambling to stop the lockout from happening. Engineering was the first to lose its console access, preventing any shutdown that isn’t done manually or destructively. Then, security stations began to lose camera and checkpoint control. People were getting locked into sections and separated. Isolated. He shut down the vessel’s engines, locked down the airlocks and primary hangar, and disabled external transmissions. Leviathan had control of the ship, and the crew were at his mercy.