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~Grey - mrgrey - 01-31-2010
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subject n031113933
MY -diary-he he
-blabla, about my arrest and previous deeds. I do-not wanna remember. so...I deleted it-
Okey okey. They writed...erm..that I...badly... resisted, and killed three of the acting officers. Sureeee.... But I'm sure that it was more than three...
...when we received the subject. Our medical team started to identify his cyber-modifications, but the technology, was too complex for our labors to be analyzed, so they sent the information what they garthered... <<bla-bla. That girl likes to talk a lot....about..me....like...me...
They were able to identify the following cyber modifications in the ,,subject":
-Neural-wires
(cables inside his body, the simplest neural-ware what can be purchased- he has custom colored nano-patterns on the surface of the cables)
-Nano-systems
(19 complete sub-systems and 3 more un-identified systems)
-Reflex-wires
(at least the 17th level of reflex wires. it is almost 12 rates faster than the current best-public-wares and at least 3 times faster than the our spec-military products.)
-Skill-wires
(nano-programmed skill-soft link and program-capacitors)
-3 multi-chip-jack driver
(old-timed 3*5 access for various devices or cables without further adapters, and enchanted back-drive storage memory)
-integrated head-computer
(it is very compact, we cannot break to it, but it seemed to be completely out-burned, and the brain was damaged around the item)
-math spu. capacity integration
-bones fortified with supra-plast molecules
(~300 times more durable bones)
-muscular augmentation- nano sub processors and main routine.
-27 retractable mono-razors in: fore-arms, hands, fingers, toes, and mouth
-3 separately controlled 7meters long cyber-whips in elbows, shoulders, chest
-modified bio-ware eyes
(Kishiro custom opto-wears. designed bio- modifications with unknown improvements. no-known cyber weapon in it)
-photo-gen skin
(strange bio-ware what makes him able to gather energy from water and sun-light. It has been used by Gaians and nature-lovers in the back 770's, we wasn't event sure that this tech is still exists)
-extended lunge-capacity
-toxin-filters in blood
(nano-sub system)
-medical analyzer unit- with bio-monitor and integrated doc-comp
(made by Cryer)
...bla-bla-bla...
...and other unidentified cyber wares...
...Nothing unusual, but the amount of the wares is not a mistake. Even if most of the systems are damaged, or apparently seems to be not working, The
subjects body has at least 4 times more cyber-and nano modifications what it could handle.
We highly suggest to transport it into the central labors for more investigation about the items state and condition.<-Failed...hehe...I made my way out.
Mental diagnosis:
The subject is heavily shocked, and the destroyed cyber-wares damaged its brain. We cannot...
<-bla.bla
Long story 'ere about how mad I am, and how huge are theee holes in my brain. Lies... They made a few good points. really.. I was surprised and cause I do
not remember anything...This stuff 'elped me to realize that I'm...what I had to become. They figured out with eir weird machines and pictures:
-I do like razors n blades...what a surprise.
-I do like blood- Whoaa...yeah tastes great, and its the best to paint or just make a mess...and the colour...really..a good..thing...or more...
-I do NOT like meat- and than? I'm a vege-vega--vege...Hell I eat no meat. Thats corrupted...vegetarian..thats..what..I am..
-I don't like to be seen- and than?
-I have some -un-identified side personalities- dunno. never met any of em
- I hear voices- they said thats why I'm mad...but hell...there ARE voices. And my friends are talkin to me aswell...anyone... who have ear... could hear...
- I must kill. -yeah that simple. If I do not kill someone if a period of time i start to fall apart. I cannot speak...I cannot...even... think
about anything else, than killing...that...guy...who...is...in..the...cargo.....
~Grey - mrgrey - 01-31-2010
Grey
Okey I tell you my story...Its day 13. I try to remember to the past 2 weeks...my whole life.
Day 1.:
I woke up one day..everything seemed to be good...unless a few thing.. Like ..everything. I was half-naked-dressed in a grey prisoner-suit. Everything was gray around me...the walls...the door...the small bed-unit...the sh**tin hole on the corner of the 2*3 cell... Everything. Even my skin. I realized that I must be in a prison. But I didn't remember why-am-I-'ere, or who I could be. I found weird machines around my wrist, legs, neck and head. Form somewhere I knew they are "cwd-s" (cy-ware-deactivators) to keep the armed prisoner out of order till a labor becomes ready for the operation-to remove their dangerous wares. I didn't know how, but I know things. Weird... things. I knew everything...at least the voices kept me tuned...I realized than... that... I hear voices from the distance.. But I had to hurry.. My time was already.. over. I had to steal back my clock. I removed one of my teeth with my bare hands. It was easy. My fingers were hard like pure metal covered with smooth syn-skin. No fingerprints...weirdo...So I just re-mowed the teeth. It was a small utility, and I was able to deactivate the cyberware-blockers around my wrist with it. Till than it was easy. I have a complete package build into my hand, so I removed all of the blockers in 2.193 seconds. I realized I have pictures on my retina... I see...weird...things...all..in...grey...and...red...but I had no time for flashing memories. I had to move beside the camera in the corner of the room already flashed in red. So I deactivated it with one of my whips. To break out from the room threw the door with a decent nano-device it was less than 1.567 seconds. To tell the truth the guards was fast. They already moved toward to me on the corridors. But they seemed to be stucked in ime...they were like a slow motion. I easily killed them with no hesitation or without really enjoying the procedure. But when my razors entered Eur body I instantly got access to their ideas...and the very last memories...they were poor children of a fallen system. 6 of them down under 3.132 seconds. I have to improve my speed or I will definitely stay here. I removed their belts and some of the easily removable cy-wares. From than I hardly can remember. I know that many more guards tried to catch me,but I easily overpowered them with my speed and superior weapons. I killed 21 more guards, 8 civilians during the 2 minutes of the escape. They wasn't ready for an escape of a speed-freak. I let 10 prisoners get out of their cells- my own corridor, and 4 of them survived till we reached the spaceship hangars. it was easy to get the map of the station, with access to one of the guards head-comp. It was a giant cube... Called Vierlande.
With the entrance codes of the guards and my wares I were able to make my way till the docks. My prisoner-mates were escaped with a Ragnar. I was left behind and I told em that I will save em time.
I lied... I hided inside of a huge ALG mover but I'm not mad. Not in a barrels...not with those guards.. I just fitted in one of its escape-pods and waited till it left the base 4 hours later. Until then the base woke up from the escape scene, the Ragnar was shotted down my Rhei Military, and the precise and oiled Rhei channels hided all signs of any escape from the prison. Only 4 people disappeared. Me, two guards who I put into green-glowing ALG containers with the text: -Ageira-DANGER! Do NOT Open in any circumstances- to see what happens-but it was boring and slow so I just put the top back on the cylinders and left the bodies inside. And one unfortunate prisoner who stands in wrong position and the launching Ragnars engines made him disappear...we cannot even made a barbecue...he just turned to ashez...
[color=#33FFFF]Day 2.:
When the ALG ship entered New Berlin one day later, I knew I survived. I launched out myself and made a kamikaze run to Bonn station when the ALG passed near it. I don't know if it was MY... Fortune the most...beautiful...women...ever..or just the turn of the wheel, but a small scv came close and helped me get ...into the station almost-unnoticed.The black-skinned pilot of the ship smiled, nodded and did not tell me a single word. But he turned away from Bonn and -without landing- started to run toward the scrap field-with ...me in his cargo hold. I asked him to stop, but he told me -first dialog since he beamed up my capsule-
,,Don't worry Grey-man. Ill take you to a safe spot,,
And than he turned off his radio. It took us like 10 minutes to reach the middle of the field, but it felt like hours. Finally he landed on a station-and I swear to my razors, that I'd mutilate him if it would be Vierlande again. But it was not Vierlande. It was Kreuzberg depot. A base leaded by the most brutal cyber-soliders on any ground terrain. Or at least I remembered this idea from someone. when I saw those guards I realized...that not only...my cy-wares are superior...and I cannot think that I'm unbeatable just cause I can eliminate a few prison-guards...So as Kreuzberg is the Mecca of cyber-wares and black market nano-wares, I could re-fill my resources. I sold the gathered cyberwares (from the guards of vierlande, my precious donors). And I bought some advanced kits for cyber-nursery, plus hired a small room for two hours with a cy-doc. I fixed all of my cybers ,beside I seems to be expert in cyber-physics.. n ..nursery what I could with the help of the scientist. And just because I was aware that the depot of K has at least 10 times better security system than vierlande I payed him out instead of...killin...him...ahh..and because he payed me 15 million credits for a head what I got from vierlande, and what was filled with data about prisoners there...I checked...useless.data... I know it will be important, but I found nothing for me. Thats why I took it...lies...I liked his metal skull.. I never know that someone can make bigger profit than 15 mills out from one single vierlande head. If I knew it I could gather... dozens...or even more.
When I was ready I bought some food rations and fresh water, and I purchased a sleepin-box from a poor dockworker for 12 hours. It had neural net access, so it was perfect for a regeneration-sleep.
Day3.:
After I woke up I was ready for whatever I had to do. I still had no access to my previous life, but at least I updated my memories about the past of the Word. Sirius and Gallia. I realized that I has plenty of nano-wares to improve my hacking skills, and I had significant memory capacity to store the gathered data. But I stored only a few things. Somehow...I feel...if something will be important...for..me... or not.. in.. the future. So I garthered some files and hided my path.
I deleted all of the stored data about subject n031113933 in both Vierlande database before I left it, and now the all remaining file segments what floated around on neural net. I picked up a name for myself. Grey. its the seventh most common name in the galaxy. It could work.
I purchased a smaller fighter what could look like old and used enough to hide my escape plan a -gitano- model, from the brother of the black skinned man who transported me into the station- and I payed for a slaver freighter from a secret organization what I contacted while I was in the sleeping-box. It waited me
in Hudson, so I had to make my way to there... only. And miracle?... not, no-one even made me stop or asked me while I flying threw Rheinland with rusty little flea. So Ive reached Hudson, and found the slaver... bactrian in the location... where it should be. The slaver guys.. seemed to be correct in dealing. And granted...new...identification papers. For a Slaver...called...grey...M...r....Grey... finally I could sleep in my very own ship and no one will find me. Or if they finds me, I ...can...eliminate em before they took me in.
Day4.:
Finally I rested enough and no nightmares chased me out from my silent peace. I made my way to California and I traded my ship for another bactrian. I lost an expensive armor in the exchange but my new ship was even more old, and it had freelancer papers and numbers. Unfortunately the guy who left the base with his new armored bactrian, was exploded when he tried to turn on cruise engines....accidents can happen anytime... rest-in-pieces.
From there I gone back to Magellan and looked around there. I was looking for someone to hire me to escort him anywhere, just to pay me for spending time while traveling. So I found a miner who needed escort in Kansas against ,,pirates,,. Well I gone with ...him.he..was..dead..already... It was an interesting
night. I met with many... dead-people and saw weird things. All-in-all, I realized that piracy is a good-working-buisness. And I made 20 million credits in one night with just helping people negotiate pirates or helping pirates negotiate miners. Doesn't matter I won cash anyways.
Day 5.:
New day new opportunities. I'm eager to go back to good old Kansas. So I bought a small cell in Freeport 4 for myself. That base is a miracle. No one can shoot no one around it. Like a safe heaven... And I had to pay only 200.000 credits for a sleeping cell for a half year. So It seems to be a good place for me.
Well after I...left Fp4, I gone to Kansas, from the experiences of the previous night, I contacted all miners and pirates when I gone to radio range, and made some useful contracts like:
-I cannot kill, a guy called Robert something till two days... What a hard mission to complete, and he payed me 2 mills for it...hm...just cause I were flying around him when he talked with 2 pirates. I had to say nothing. ..he just payed. Free cash.Another ,,dude,, asked me to mine for him. Well I shooted 1 rock in every 20-30 second while he made like 10 shoots/sec so I gathered like 200 iridium for him, and he payed me 2 millions for ,,filling him up,,. The third, most weird of em all, just sent me 2 millions when I said: ,,Erm...ello...there...dead...miner-guy, how...is..mingin...goin..today?,, I've sent it back to him, but he made the transaction again. So I let him pay..for...lemmegues...my hello?
Plus I made plenty of more contracts with the locals of Kansas.
Finally I have 33 millions together to purchase a bigger ship and start making my own profit.
Day6.:
Travel to Puerto.
It was a little hard, but I made it. First of all I had to bribe Junkers at Rochester to know me as a good lad...I am...not..good..but..at..elast..Im...mad..I mean...lad... It was easy, cause I realized every base of the junkers is filled with... weird people. Grey...hehe... or darker skinned people, who are eager to help me hide or do whatever I wish. One of em, an old women even told my future from my hands. She
told, these are the hands of the Grey-death, and that my hands are gone in exchange for these. She told me that I will live for 500years more, because of my gray-blood or something with it, and that I'm over 100 already. She told me that I travel the galaxy in seven bodies and that I hear myself when I listen to the voices. Those things were insane, and had...no..truth at...all, but I payed her a thousand and she started to pray for me, and she told: that I will be lucky forever for giving her this much. So I gave her a million more just to turn up that luck rate a bit more. Anyways after the Rochester stories Ive made my way to Puerto, and purchased a pirate transporter...from a shady-ship dealer. It was in good condition so I cared nothing about its previous users. I would rather...be...chased by the deeds of someone else than my owns. So I started to work for junkers. I got a list to eliminate a few dozens of bounty hunters, and hell I enjoyed it badly in my new P-trans. It was a trans...trans of massacre...So I made myself known among Junkers around Rochester. The family of the old tzigane fortune-teller (as she told me later) helped me getting all... needed equipment and... other goods on my ship, for a decent fee, but they got me excellent devices in addition... I decided that I will...let them work for me on.. MY ship as a crew and that I wont kill..em.ever.. I simply like them. I never feel that I have to kill 'em or to gather their...soul.and....memories..They are like me.Somehow... different...So I let 13 of them to join me as crew. They are all over-educated. 7 of them has doctorates from various Universities, but I think those papers are fake...but... Well..I don't care where did they learn their skills till they ar...devils while working on MY ship. And I can get...rid of em if I wish...they have very good wares, but I...see...things...in future...I named my ship Grey's_Trans...not original but its mine. And it..will...serve...me....forewer.. OR at least..for..a few decades...Im..sure...
Day 7.:
I worked for a whole day to gather enough cash to purchase even stronger ships. I made 60 millions today with following pirates and hoarding the stones what they shoot out from miners- plus I were able to fill up my cargo hold with captured pilots and crew. Now I have enough victims to start exploring the limits of the people of the present days. I bought two more ships...I wont ever tell what or where, but one of them has decent firepower, while the other is...far enough to start a new life if I have to run..and...hide again.
Day 8.:
I meet some rogues today. They were kind guys..Even if they were a little...scared when I made a little gladiator fight in my cargo hold among my captured pilots and let em use...one single knife.not per head...alltogether...wasa good..rubmle...I've stolen the soul of the winner...was...a strong..soul...But otherwise they were cool. They gathered a few crates from every stuff what gone...threw em and gave those crates to me.. Not too much profit but now I was able to fill up my ships with materials and goods from distant lands aswell. It was the day when I met Joker. He is kind of...not-to-funny-but-loves-to-kill type 'o guy. But he is okey...I think. I gone with him and his thugs and watched them while they taunted the Liberty Navy Fleet, while they prepared a trap. It took 'em almost...two or three..four...hours to get the navy on their selves, but the battle was gone down...like...10 minutes... Navy got rid of Jokers Pimpy Kusari boat, with the help of a pack of freelancers...a girl..called..Eva...made the last shot...into..jokey... I decided to not involve myself in any of the sides, especially that I seated in my rusty-freelancer bactrian, filled with gathered goods and pilots. When jokers band died, I gone home to magellan to......sleep. I hoped to see a bigger encounter but it was massacre anyways. Jokers killed more than 50 ships till they waited for the navy and made over 500 crew members and pilots float around them. Navy could stop it...if they were faster. But this.way I have all of those pilots and crew personnel...oh...at..least..a..few..of..eir..remains... Plus a huge pile of luxury -quality spices, chocolate and vegetables...
Day 9.:
I made a little bar from my bactrian. I bought a huge over-powered-owen and roasted meat for a day... Well you can imagine what was the only meat what I had loads of from the previous night massacre.. So I used it up, and made excellent luxury food dishes with spiced-roasted meat, with vegetables and chocolate
dressing. It seems. i was...a chef..or...somthing...cause I made...excellent job...like..a..pro...really...tasty...luxury...dishez...yummy...All of the navy boys loved it and even trespassing traders. More than 20 of them eat of it(just to count the ships, not the crew members). I have the records of their voice, while they thanking...me the delicious meat. So Meat is meat. Thats all.
Day 10.:
I continued the feeding of the fat policeman and traders with each other, plus it took a lot of time and I don't want to ask for money otherwise they would refuse the ,,delicious,, meal. And one of them told me that he will took the meat to labor to check if its not poisioned. I hope he only lied...but It could be a bad stuff..If they comes out with the resoults..and would try find me so I just left the populated York, and gone home to gather more...stones in Kansas.
Day 11:
I traveled to New London and helped junkers to gather scrap. Thats kind of a boring job I must tell you. I understand why junkers hide behind it.. None can watch em doing so for hours n hours.... So I made some cash from scrap and I finally met the people called out-casts. My new junker friends showed me some
paths threw the jump-holes to trans anything unnoticed. I made a few rounds and voila my bank-account was filled up again. i slept whole time and discussed with a dead female pilot... that annoyin biatch just shouted whole day long to my ears after I killed her.. So I made my crew gather scrap while I was sleeping...well...
Day 12.:
The crazy-dead-girl gone. Finally. Now I could start working again. I left Bretonia and traveled to see the hole in Orkney. Ive heard that there is a new entrance from...there....threw the ....minefield, but I haven't found anything.only...mines... So it might be a legend or a tale only. Dunno. Heard it from junkers....it...could be lie...another day screwed. But at least I saw new systems...or...whatever...
Day 13:
Today. Finally I reached myself. From now I can write...from...my...mind...not...from...my...memorys...
I have enough...cash...to...hide...anywhere...and I made...well...I have...crew...who ...likes me...and...even..since..they..know...I...kill...sometimes...they know aswell....that...we...are...all...dead...see now?...talk to me...freind...just keep
talking...to..me...or...
[color=#FFCCFF]Day 14:
[font=Comic Sans Ms]
I've met, the princess of Bretonnia today... Well..she kept callin herself countess..but I don't know what it means. So I don't care of those titles. She seemed to be cute, and her souls was bright. So....bright...but it had a iny-miny darker spot...it was corrupted with power. She thinks her name means anything just because of a few dozen dogs are ready to protect her... and her family has money. So the power corrupted her soul. She will be gray soon, and oone day she will be black...She is too young to realize that his family is considered to be poor compared with any high level slaver, any congress junker, or even the funny orange clown-Joky...poor girl...but I hope some day she will woke up...
But now, she is bright...and childish...but I think I like her. She was so funny to pretend that she is strong. Without her armed dogs, she would be pancake. But what she didn't know that I doesn't wanted to kill her...or...steal...her...or even...shoot on her...
Just wanted to see...her...soul....And I'm done with it. I listened her long enough to get familiar with her personallity...
I could fall into danger...but fortunately a mercenary called V, was close so I just payed for him to interrupt the baf till I can put my un-detectable device on the ship of the princess...It was easier than make a dead children to eat an apple... bretons has pathetically old tech...I know they will think they removed all of my radio-trans receivers form her ship...but they wont ever search it where I planted the really hidden ones...*smiles*
Some why the princess thought I'm a cannibal. No matter that I told her I never eat meat. She felt somthing...good instincts. Very sharp instincts....it reminds me..to..me... So I think we are soul-mates.
I will keep exploring her soul...possibly Ill appear on the happening what she manages...some...conference..or...Party...Im not sure...But I must see her flesh, to see I was right... or not....
Ive decided to not hurt her. Too bad that she doesn't know...that.. I could even stand close to her bed...and her guards wont even notice my presence....there...
But that would took time...a lot..of...it... I know where she stores her royal liner, but I had to find her bed on that...huuuuge...thing...I mean..the..station of the planet...If she could understand...the..nonsense of the word: ,,power,, and ,,money,, She could become...what she already is....my soulmate...
*cackles*
~Grey - mrgrey - 02-02-2010
Green
Arranmore base. Dublin system. Present days.
Scanning....
Match found.:
Name: Kenneth O'Farrel
Rank: Molly Guard Capitain. Special operative commando, member of Gamma-3 squad
Ship: Molly Gunboat
Security rank: double A minus
Registry number: GR1134-GUN319183
Financial status: zerodashfour minus37million sirian credits
Medical status: bio-monitor acces terminated...
welcome aboard Mr O'Farrel. Have a nice day!
A young pilot slipped back to his fighters seat, initialized the protocol, and started the engines of the rusty, old gunship. When he received the permission to leave the base, with shaking hands he opened the sealed little plastic box of his newest item.
He launched out from Arranmore base, and checked his precious chip-holder. His new BTL chip had shimmering green box and only one single word was written on it -with handwriting-lookalike text: Green-'o4.
He was so eager to try it out, and he was so damned addicted to better-than-life experiences, that he cannot wait for any longer: till the moment when the iridium-reinforced doors of the base closed behind him- he pushed the little nano-capacitor into his chip-jack-driver in the back of his head.
The golden-glow of Dublin disappeared, and a frightening green glow covered the entire space while he looked around. He started to hear the programmed voices almost immediately. And he took out his boot-blade almost instantly. His very last thoughts of his old personality were something like these:
Green-hell, finally something what can make me forget the suffers of my existence. Finally something worthy...somthing new. I hope it wont end too fast... I would die if I had to buy an even stronger BTL...but that junker sweared to all of the gods that this chips is what I'm looking for....hm...lets hope it lasts forewer...or...or...I...will....have.....to.....slay....rip....flesh.....drink.....blood.....argh...B-M-M..on..radar...
After these, he realized, this chip might be the very last one for him...
And thats day was the birthday of Green... 4th of the colours...
~Grey - mrgrey - 02-23-2010
Black
-I feel...darkness...Growing...in...my...mind....
Darkness....keeps...me...awa...
I...shall...find...thee...
Light...
Hey...there...minimoes...Is..there...any...light..there..in...yar...lille...soulz?Would...you...mind...if...I...kill...Imean..search around...there...a...bit...more...hungry?-
The 5 man crew of the small ship looked on each other, and a black shadow flashed up behind the small Dromedary freighter just in the moment when they heard the silent voice from the old radio trans-receiver. Two seconds later a cannonball missile got rid of their shields, with destroying the generator aswell. Unfortunately after the first cannonball, a second arrived and it turned the board of the small trader-ship into a fiery-metal hell.
The crew cannot even realize what destroyed them.
-Its, a lot..better now.
But...they..were..empty...Must..find..more...light?
Where..is..my..lighter...*hmpf*-
The custom-colored Raven's talon slipped threw the opening lane after an arriving Train, and started to chase it. The wrecks of the dromedary were vaporized by a dozen of Razor mines 7 seconds later.
~Grey - mrgrey - 03-01-2010
Green revised:
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