Ailita looks below her as she was sitting on the thick pipes above everyone. She was chewing an apple while swinging her hand back and fort. She heard rumors of a man name "Macdeath". She wondered on who this man was. Is he cute? Is he mean to girls? Is he naughty as all of the men she murdered in the past life sleeping with them. Maybe.
She takes one last bite of the apple throws the rest of it to the idiots that were below her. Ailita looks at the bar and sees a man drinking whisky. She smiled. She swings down to the floor and walks up to the bar.
"Give me that whisky there, honey" - speaks to the bartender
Bartender pulls out the whisky glass bottle and throws it at her.
Bartender - "Is thats all, pussy cat?"
Ailita - "Of course, sweety. Though.....who's that man over there?"
Bartender - "His name is Salazar. Don't know much about him"
Salazar looks at her while timping the glass of whisky to his lips. She drinks a small amount and watches him as she steps away with a grin.
Ailita still wonders of this mysterious man that she does not know off. She remembered a message was sent to her on her control panel of her Orchid. She wondered if that was him that sent it. Though, she hated these unknown messages popping up on her screen with no names, but this message was an important message.
She leaves the room on her return to her bomber - thinking of a way on how to contact this "Macdeath".
Macdeath was growing impatient. He knew more were coming but did not want his current guests to leave. He would have to start sooner or later. He decided on the sooner, and set an alarm eight hours from now. He would work with the guests he had by then.
He glanced into the lab through the glass window. One way of course. He stared past the guests and to the table. There was something on the table, but it was covered by a white bedsheet.
Not long now he thought to himself. His new body was ready. But there was still the problem of Salazar. Obviously waiting for the first sign of Macdeath's betrayal to have him killed. He found the locator beacon a few days ago, small enough to fit into the armrest of his chair. He had located the signal and used a portable signal detector to find the beacon.
He now held the beacon in his hand, watching its small light flash on and off repeatedly. He gently placed it in his pocket and thought of what he would say to the terrorists now occupying his ship. He was also deciding whether to wait even longer than eight hours. He thought that Mon'Star would appear, and wanted to give him time to arrive.
Macdeath raised his glass of water to his lips. Soon his plan would fall into place, and the Thane of Sirius would take his rightful position at the top.
Stars hide your fires, let not light see my black and deep desires.
[17:45:39] Wolfs Ghost (Murphy): Tom, you have problems. Go kill yourself.
[19:25:12] Johnny (Jam): Tomtom, I will beat you with a spoon.
[14:22:56] Prarabdh Thakur: KILL HIM WITH A SHEEP.
[17:40:48] Eagle (Junes): Tom should be slapped with a spoon.
[11:32:18] Warspite: Thank you for being so awesome Tom. <3
[18:17:36] Metano: I love you tomtom
[20:06:24] Warspite: I will seriously give you epic head.
' Wrote:Edit: also, Tomtomrawr, fappin' like a boss.
The points of the six tiny legs landed softly on the metal walls of the air duct. The noise from the room that the duct emptied into perfectly masked the approach of the miniature spider like drone.
PSI-Borg moved the drone up to the grate that served as the ducts exit into the room. Peering inside, PSI-Borg found that it had a perfect vantage point on the entire room. It began taking scans of the individuals inside and storing the data per it's master’s instructions. Mon'Star knew that certain individuals would be at this meeting and sending PSI-Borg in the drone to stow away on one of the attendee's ships was a simple task. PSI-Borg had waited until everything had settled down and then quietly made it's way to the meeting.
Despite his suggestions to Mon’Star, PSI-Borg’s plan for integrating into the ship and self destructing it, killing those within was denied. After Mon’Star’s initial excitement at the idea of “eliminating his competition”, his curiosity got the better of him and he decided that he wanted to see where this meeting would lead. Mon’Star and PSI-Borg both agreed that there were ample opportunities for them to mold this to their benefit.
PSI-Borg followed his master’s orders without question, which meant PSI-Borg was to observe only…..for now.
The man known only as "Redemption" walked into the room, and stood directly next to the door, his features showed an obvious puzzlement, the armor seamed to be made out off what ever material the wall behind him was. Obviously some kind off stealth, but constantly activated.
His features (or of his armor) appeared fully, the entire dress was in a dark blue hue and seamed to be moving slightly. For those with a trained eye, and with a expertize within science, notices that it was nanites that made out the armor and the helmet.
He never once removed his helmet, but he shifted his body every once in awhile. Obviously awaiting some kind off announcement. He Did how ever notice the lack off the man they call: MonStar and sighed heavily.
Only visible weapons carried was a large rifle on his back.
As soon as Alex saw the meeting place appear on his scanners, he started thinking. Could it be a trap? Why would anyone invite all terrorists to come to one ship? Maybe the Navy was setting him up. Maybe the Navy was setting up all dangerous criminals. Maybe they were just going to blow up the whole ship while everyone was on board. Alex looked troubled.
"Whatever, only good come out of this. Either I die, or I gain power." Alex mumbled to himself.
He landed and got out of his craft. As he descended the stairs, a female guard eyed him. Alex Callaghan, a tall, slender man, dressed in black, tight fitting jeans and a long-sleeve black shirt. He took both his knife, as well as his sidearm with him. Yet, as soon as he moved closer to the entrance, he saw a gate, and two guards. Alex had to hand over his weapons before he was allowed to enter. Reluctantly, he complied.
Alex entered the room, and saw a small group of people sitting and standing around a table. He scanned the room for an empty seat, and casually walked towards it, and sat down - legs crossed, looking around the room. It seems everyone, both male and female, were eying him. A woman on the other end looked at him, and giggled like a shy little girl. Alex looked away, he didn't know if he should feel flattered or not. It didn't matter.
Macdeath decided to start early. He thought that if anymore were going to show up they would of by now. And if some were on their way, they were too late. He moved away from the one way glass and towards the door. There was a keypad next to the door, and he typed in a sequence of combinations. Each combination activated a different function in a specific order.
First, all the electrical items in the room were switched off. Secondly, an electric magnetic pulse swept through the room, disabling all electrical devices his guests may of been carrying. Unless they were shielded against EMPs. The entire room was shielded so the EMP could not affect the rest of the ship. Third, the electrical equipment in the room was switched on again. The EMP only affected electrical devices that were on at the time of the pulse.
And finally, the door opened. Macdeat stepped through and immediately registered at least twenty different emotions passing over his guests faces. Some faces showed fear, anger, aggrivation, amusement. Others showed relief that their waiting had finally ended. But some simply showed grins, masking plans or other emotions.
'I thank you all for coming,' Macdeath said clearly, so as to be understood by all of his guests. 'I am sorry about what just happened, but an EMP was just passed through the room and your electrical equipment disabled.' Most faces showed no shock, obviously expecting that precaution. Others were shocked but had not been at all affected by it. A few were shocked, and Macdeath hid a grin as one tried to power up his Plasma Rifle. He could not see the persons face, but knew that if he could he would see anger and frustration.
'Now that that precaution has been taken, we can get down to why I invited you all here. Today is a very fair day for me, but foul for the rest of humanity. Foul because I now have the way to end my need for men as labour or soldiers. But I invited you all here to make you each an offer. An offer that I am sure you will find hard to refuse. I pressure none of you into this, I am willing to allow each of you to leave. So long as you do nothing to threaten myself or my plan.
'My plan you ask? Well, what do you believe my plan is? It may of been used as evil plots for thousands of seperate "bad guys" in many, many movies; but it is a brilliant plan. And no one will be around to sue me over copyright issues.' A few of the terrorists briefly chuckled, most just being polite. Macdeath now raised his glass of water to his lips and drank. He then held the glass close to his face as he spoke. 'The human body is made out of at least eight-five percent water. One of the many weaknesses of the human race is its dependence on water. But what if the water supplies suddenly became, say, poisonous?' He grinned, and once again placed his glass at his lips. 'Cheers' he quietly said, before he drank the rest of the water.
Some of the terrorists grinned. Others gave no physical reaction. One, sounding like a Libertonian Xeno (although not a Xeno), moved to the front of the crowd, mouth gaping and laser pistol pointing at Macdeath's head.
'This is too far! I don't want to destroy humanity, I just want to teorrise it! I won't let you do this!' He pulled the trigger, but nothing happened. He glanced down at his pistol in shock, obviously forgetting about the EMP that had disabled the weapon. Most of the terrorists - including Macdeath - burst out laughing.
'I am afraid you have made a threatening move against me.' Macdeath reached for his SIG P552 and put a ceramic bullet in the Xeno's forehead. The Xeno collapsed into a heap, blood and brain matter leaking from his head and onto the floor. Macdeath sighed heavily before continuing.
'I actually guessed that at least one of you would try that. But, I did not expect it to be a man so stupid he forgot about the EMP.' Some of the guests politely chuckled again. 'Like I said, you can all leave after you hear my offer. But if you make any threatening moves against me, well, you will join him.' He gestured at the crumpled body on the floor, still leaking blood and brain matter.
'Today you will all witness an experiment. But I say it is a procedure. A mind transplant.' On cue, two of Salazar's soldiers wheeled in the transmitter. Sitting precariously on the top was the Daam K'Vosh artifact. 'Ah, just on time.' They wheeled the transmitter next to Macdeath. Macdeath thanked them for their work, then shot them both in the head. He saw some of his guests flinch from the sound of the gunshots.
'They had served their seperate purposes. Time for the procedure. There are some ear protectors on the table over there, I suggest you all wear them when I signal.' Quickly the guests gathered around the table and each took a pair of ear protectors. 'This transmitter is going to amplify a certain frequency stored on this device. The frequency is five point four times ten to the power of six. There are tens of numbers after the decimal place, but rounding it up would give us a frequency of five million four hundred and seventy three thousand eight hundred and fourty five.
'Now, I will activate the artifact. For this to work I need to release control of the body. This can be achieved by any of you through deep meditation, but if you are still controlling your body when you hear the frequency your head will probably explode. It is a very powerful transmitter, with a powerful frequency. Put on your ear protectors now, unless you want your head to explode.' There was no polite chuckling this time, everyone was busy putting on the ear protectors.
When Macdeath saw that everyone was ready he activated the sequence. He turned on the electrical generator and watched the artifact come to life with it's purple glow. Soon he heard the frequency he needed, and recluded to the back of the mind. As he had hoped, Survivor saw his opening and took control, Macdeath sat at the back of the mind as Survivor moved to the front.
* * *
Survivor was greeted by a high-pitched and painful noise. He instinctively covered his ears, but his hands did nothing to stop the pain. He started to scream, and he briefly wondered why a crowd was watching him. But he didn't care, the pain was so painful his ears were bleeding. Then his nose started to bleed, and then blood was coming out of his eyes and mouth. He continued to scream, noticing for a second how his screams were now gurgles. He felt extreme pressure on his head, and for a second before death wondered what was happening to him. He had a one word answer before dying. Macdeath.
* * *
The guests watched as the head of who they believed to be Macdeath exploded. Macdeath had had the idea whilst he waited for his guests. He realised that Survivor must of been growing impatient from constantly waiting for the body. Macdeath knew that even if he hadn't thought of the idea Survivor still would of died. Survivor would of seen the opening and taken it no matter what Macdeath had done. But now Survivor was out of the way.
The guests had shut down the transmitter and crouched down next to the body of Jeffery Allen, examining it. Some of them had searched the pockets - like scavengers - and found Salazar's beacon. It had been broken when the body had collapsed, and it no longer broadcasted.
None of them noticed the table in the corner. The white sheet move, to reveal the creation previously concealed. But when the creation had slammed its metalic feet loudly on the floor the guests had noticed. Some showed no reactions. Some - most of them minions of other terrorists - showed pure fear on their faces. One even raised his now useless Plasma Rifle at the creation.
The creation was ten feet tall, entirely constructed of reinforced Niobium. It had been painted dark black, and gave no reflection. It had the basic bipedal structure of a human; two arms, two legs, a torso and a head. But each body part was covered with compartments containing sinister weaponry. The legs were covered with varying armoured pipes, but the armour was transparent and showed the various liquids moving up and down the legs. A variety of compressors gave the legs incredible power, a kick would punch through the walls of even the Dunsinane. The arms showed a similar display, with functioning hands at the ends. The hands appeared to be wearing gloves, but the gloves infact covered the mechanisms that allowed the arm to move.
Contained within the torso was a brilliant advantage that Macdeath would always use. A small yet powerful transmitter, powerful enough for him anyway. And a slot for the artifact containing the specific frequency was waiting to be filled. This area was heavily protected with reinforced Niobium and a Diamond shell.
The head was the toughest part of all. There was a fifty Terabyte memory slot, capable of storing billions of seperate peices of information. And there was another ten Terabytes just for the occupant of the body. The eyes were large, each containing dark red lights. There was a small area to represent the mouth and nose, for they were not needed. But they were shaped to create fear in those who were close enough to see them.
The creation remained immobile for ten long seconds. Eventually, the eyes began to glow. They glowed a dark red, and reminded all in the room of blood. The arms moved away from the sides and flexed. Their range of mobility was incredible, specially because of the bulk in the armour. The legs moved up and down, side to side and in a variety of other directions. This continued for several minutes, until eventually the machine stopped. The small mouth suddenly moved, growing larger and larger. It represented a grin.
'Fair is foul, and foul is fair.' Macdeath announced to his guests. The voice sounded metalic, and was designed to be memorable. He moved towards the transmitter and removed the artifact. He opened his chest with ease and placed the device in its slot. He then closed it and moved towards one of the walls. He faced away from it, and his torso rotated 180 degress.
He typed in a long combination on a number pad and stepped forward, away from the wall. The wall began to rise, now obviously not a wall but a gate. Hiden behind the wall was a large room. The lights automatically turned on, and most of the guests in the room gasped.
Robotic bodies - similar to Macdeath's new body - were clustered into a five by five cube. Twenty five robotic bodies. Ready for active use.
'This is my offer,' Macdeath began. 'Artificial Intelligence can occupy these bodies, but I decided to give some humans - those with a quest for the destruction of the human race - the following offer. Join me, and you shall be given one of these bodies. Serve under me, and you shall survive. For how long is up to you, depends how long you last.
'If you do not, you shall be allowed to leave. But I suggest you start making large purchases of water. Because soon, very soon, you will need it.' Macdeath's metalic laughter echoed through the room. No one else laughed with him.
[17:45:39] Wolfs Ghost (Murphy): Tom, you have problems. Go kill yourself.
[19:25:12] Johnny (Jam): Tomtom, I will beat you with a spoon.
[14:22:56] Prarabdh Thakur: KILL HIM WITH A SHEEP.
[17:40:48] Eagle (Junes): Tom should be slapped with a spoon.
[11:32:18] Warspite: Thank you for being so awesome Tom. <3
[18:17:36] Metano: I love you tomtom
[20:06:24] Warspite: I will seriously give you epic head.
' Wrote:Edit: also, Tomtomrawr, fappin' like a boss.
X threw down his rifle, slightly annoyed that it wouldn't power up. He brought himself off of the back wall, standing at his full height, roughly 7 foot five inches. He looked up at the machine, and gave a cheeky grin.
"From looking at me for the, minuscule period that you have, could you safely call me a Human, little one?"
He slowly lifts his black helmet off his head, revealing two mechanical eyes, surrounded by a steel frame.
"Look at me. And look closely, can you see a trace of humanity? Or do you see, what I am, a lizard, a reptile, a bio-mechanical..."
He looks around the room, making a full 360 degree turn, letting everyone see it.
"And my brain, do you know what's in there...? An A.I."
He slowly puts his helmet back on, walking to the back of the room, leaning against the wall with the same cheeky grin, this time patting his holster which contains an old projectile pistol.
"As you can see, I don't need, to be a machine."
He looks up.
"However, I may still be inclined to help you rid the universe of these... Creatures. So, tell me more."
Adam still leaned on his comfort wall. He felt the pulse in his titanium bones and arm before they hit his PDA, giving him just enough time to deactivate it. He glared at the robot suits with a grin.
"So, this is your plan? Robots?"-Adam said, with a chuckle.-"Most of my bones are already metal. This arm..."-he said, pointing at his left arm.-"... was blasted in an accident. It is 100% robotic. I can do this..."
Adam approached the crowd. With one swing, almost undetectable to the human eye, he punched one of the terrorists, unfortunate enough to have been in the way. The terrorist, most likely an underling due to his inability to dodge such a predictable move, was smashed against the wall, the sound of his bones crunching giving a sadistic grin to some and understandable fear to others. Adam approached Mcdeath.
"The design of your robots intrigues me, however. I would like to work on it and do some modifications, if you wouldn't mind."
Without waiting for Mcdeaths response, Adam revealed his right arm, and the PDA that he was holding. With the press of a button, a web of lasers scanned the robot. With the press of a second button, the information was uploaded onto his Kingfisher, and from there transmitted to his personal computer in Trafalgar.
Adam backed off into the middle of the mob, awaiting the response of others. If they went into their robotic bodies, and with the information he had just gathered, it would make his plans much, much easier.
Macdeath couldn't help but release a metalic laughter. The cyborg who had just scanned him body was grinning up at him, as if he had won a victory against him.
'Now, if you would not mind, I would like to make some adjustments to your arm.' Without hesitation he grabbed the cyborg's left arm, but decided against crushing or twisting it. The cyborg struggled for a few seconds, until Macdeath released his arm 'I hope you like the adjustments. That will be five thousand credits.' His chuckles once again filled the room.
'I am afraid I will also have to confiscate that PDA. And send a virus to where you just sent those scans. Do not worry, it will only delete the information you downloaded about this body. And copy your entire database, sending the copied information to the Dunsinane secure mainframe.
'I do not want to kill you, if I wanted to I would have by now. You can leave if you want, but if you make any more moves against me then I am afraid I will have to kill you.' Macdeath turned his attention away from the cyborg - who was inspecting his limb for damage that was not there - and now spoke to the AI.
'I am glad that an entity in this room is intelligent enough to consider my offer. But it does not appear you need a new body, for you are not human even now. Stay behind at the end, and I will tell you all about my offer.' He turned his attention towards the crowd.
'Is anyone else intelligent enough to consider my offer?' His metalic chuckle filled the room once again. He waited for one of the terrorists before him to make their first move. Macdeath decided to play it safe, wanting to discourage anyone from attacking him. He raised the suits personal shield - a replicated function designed into every suit constructed - and grinned. 'Anyone?'
[17:45:39] Wolfs Ghost (Murphy): Tom, you have problems. Go kill yourself.
[19:25:12] Johnny (Jam): Tomtom, I will beat you with a spoon.
[14:22:56] Prarabdh Thakur: KILL HIM WITH A SHEEP.
[17:40:48] Eagle (Junes): Tom should be slapped with a spoon.
[11:32:18] Warspite: Thank you for being so awesome Tom. <3
[18:17:36] Metano: I love you tomtom
[20:06:24] Warspite: I will seriously give you epic head.
' Wrote:Edit: also, Tomtomrawr, fappin' like a boss.