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omegafriends2014-08-17 11:41 pm
machine_herald) wrote in omegafriends2014-08-17 11:41 pm
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Merely human [Action]
The warehouse from the outside looked just like any other along Venture City's harbor. Within, it was as surreal nightmare of technology. Surgery tables, industrial machinery, devices of incomprehensible purpose, and more filled it from wall to wall, leaving only limited narrow pathways through which one might walk. And it was through one of these that Viktor now paced, angrily.
They had laughed at him! He had offered them immortality, he had offered them the power of a god! He had asked for nothing in return and it had been thrown back in his face with mocking laughter! How dare they! They needed to be punished, nay, destroyed! In a fit of rage, Viktor slammed his fist into the slide of an industrial strength metal lathe and let out of a shout of frustration.
His henchmen, who had been passing the time playing cards, froze in surprise. No one said anything for several seconds that felt like an eternity. Eventually Viktor managed to unclench his fist and stared in vague interest at his own bloody knuckles. "These are the thoughts of a mere man, still bound by the instincts and rage of a wild animal. I am still too human."
Viktor turned slowly to the surgery table. No, they would not be punished. That was the beast snarling. They would be taught. Taught of the weakness of flesh, and then when they saw the truth, reinvented!
He spoke to the few cyborgs who had accepted his vision and followed in his footsteps without looking at them as he started walking towards the table. "We have much to do, my brothers. They think they can refused to learn, but I shall teach them even so. If they are blind, we must open their eyes ourselves."
...Over the next week or so, there is a minor crime wave, as half machine criminals appear at night to raid various research labs and industrial factories. They seem to be going for specific parts: atmospheric filtration units, armor plating, high power electrical generators, and other more esoteric bits of machinery. Someone has a very strange shopping list.
Viktor himself can sometimes be found on these raids, but even when not present any would be heroes will find those who have submitted to the glorious evolution to not be easy foes.
They had laughed at him! He had offered them immortality, he had offered them the power of a god! He had asked for nothing in return and it had been thrown back in his face with mocking laughter! How dare they! They needed to be punished, nay, destroyed! In a fit of rage, Viktor slammed his fist into the slide of an industrial strength metal lathe and let out of a shout of frustration.
His henchmen, who had been passing the time playing cards, froze in surprise. No one said anything for several seconds that felt like an eternity. Eventually Viktor managed to unclench his fist and stared in vague interest at his own bloody knuckles. "These are the thoughts of a mere man, still bound by the instincts and rage of a wild animal. I am still too human."
Viktor turned slowly to the surgery table. No, they would not be punished. That was the beast snarling. They would be taught. Taught of the weakness of flesh, and then when they saw the truth, reinvented!
He spoke to the few cyborgs who had accepted his vision and followed in his footsteps without looking at them as he started walking towards the table. "We have much to do, my brothers. They think they can refused to learn, but I shall teach them even so. If they are blind, we must open their eyes ourselves."
...Over the next week or so, there is a minor crime wave, as half machine criminals appear at night to raid various research labs and industrial factories. They seem to be going for specific parts: atmospheric filtration units, armor plating, high power electrical generators, and other more esoteric bits of machinery. Someone has a very strange shopping list.
Viktor himself can sometimes be found on these raids, but even when not present any would be heroes will find those who have submitted to the glorious evolution to not be easy foes.
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They never found out what he could always do, for at that moment the tall woman suddenly closed in and threw no less than three simultaneous punches at the robed woman's face, stomach, and throat.
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But then, a disembodied voice that sounded like John Rhys-Davies spoke, audible to all in the room, "As you fall to the ground, unconscious, you can't help but wonder how useful it would be to have four arms."
Right after the narration ends, the cloaked woman is suddenly on her feet and standing a few meters away from where she fell... as if she teleported. She pulls out one of the more fragile items on the shopping list and looks about ready to smash it.
"Ow. Okay. How about you not try that again? Big ugly backs off, now, or you can kiss this piece goodbye."
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"Sorry..."
"Now I apologize for my sister but I don't exactly have a lot of spare cash or time, so. What do you want for those parts?"
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"Okay, fine, I get it. You two got nothing worthwhile for me..." she paused for bit, before saying, "Alright, here's how this is going to go. Your sister grabs some extra stuff for me. All three of us leave together. Then, once we're all safe and clear of this place, I'll give you what you want.
"Also, Clarice apologizes for hitting me."
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Looking sour, Clarice said, "I'm sorry I knocked you out."
She didn't really sound like she meant it. Her brother gave an ingratiating that's-probably-the-best-we're-going-to-get smile to the burglar.
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You saw nothing
This was all done quickly, as it never pays to dawdle at a crime scene if you want to be free to create more crime scenes in the future.
Suddenly, Master Spark everywhere
Hopefully neither of them would do anything stupid on the way out. Or when they're plain gone for that matter.
Cyborgs are preparing. Please wait warmly.
Once they were outside in the alley behind the building, Clarice held out a shopping bag her brother had assembled. In deference to the staggeringly low levels of trust between both parties, she still had the handles firmly gripped, and three more arms ready to beat the burglar to a pulp if she tried anything.
Her brother was marginally more friendly. "I hope you don't take it poorly when I say it wasn't a pleasure doing business with you at all, but we have held up our end of the bargain."
She'll make the exchange properly if they do.
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