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| The Next Seventeen; Next Gen Quest [Complete] | |
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| Topic Started: Aug 17 2013, 10:07 PM (223 Views) | |
| Aya | Aug 17 2013, 10:07 PM Post #1 |
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When are we eating?
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| "I want interaction but this is going to be a real battle, possibly to the death depending on how it goes." -Revan, on Aya. | |
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| Aya | Aug 17 2013, 10:10 PM Post #2 |
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When are we eating?
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Existence. It was a curious thing wasn't it? In the exact instant that he was activated, he was aware of quite a few things. The steel clamps tying him down to the table, located around his arms and legs. The clothes against his skin, pressed tighter by the aforementioned steel clamps. The power levels of everything in the vicinity . He knew what a power level was, what it represented and how fragile a thing that it was supposed to be. How improbable it was for him to have such a high one. He had a concrete grasp of a primary language as well as approximately seven thousand secondary languages, at least two hundred of which shouldn't have been able to be reproduced by humanoid vocal chords. He knew that he possessed the physical strength to break the two straps binding his legs, but that the straps that were holding down his arms were made of a weak secondary carbondanium that, given a certain amount of pressure, was designed to crack then break, releasing what was likely corrosive acid that would remove his arms and destroy the energy converters located within his wrists. Clever. He knew that he could switch modes as quickly as possible. He could switch to a mode wherein he could view things diagnostically and read the four point oh six percent chance of him breaking through the wrist restraints without enough damage to put him in an automated shutdown for heavy repair. He could switch to night vision and see the entire dim room as though it were lit up. He could easily switch modes of view to see things in infrared, heat vision and detect other synthetic objects in the area, though if they had power levels he couldn't discern them. That was disconcerting. He could smell things. Things definitely had smells. All of the sensations of a living being belonged to him, but he had none of them. He wasn't, for all intents and purposes, living. Many of his autonomous functions mimicked those of organic beings, in that his chest would thump with what seemed to be a heartbeat, he had what appeared to be expanding and contracting lungs. It even seemed as though blood flowed through his veins. Blood that, presumably, could be spilled. But none of these things were, technically speaking, true. He could hear, too. He could hear the goings-on of the streets two floors down, the water rushing below him in the pipes below that. The sewers. Most importantly of all he knew he had no name. Android Seventeen was the only designation and it would have to be his permanent title. Logic dictated that he must have a creator and a purpose, but he was aware of neither. Logic dictated that something must have awoken him just now, but he was, at the moment, unaware of such thing. He was still connected to a computer that was reading his signs at nominal, but he didn't know if he was complete. Was he supposed to have more to him? Why did he only now exist? What made him so outrageously powerful? His thoughts were shaken from him as his internal Scouter indicated something. Power levels. Multiple ones incoming. He peered through the wall at the heated figures moving. Moderately low power levels, armored by the contrast of heat and cold metal. Armed with swords and some with shields. He knew them to be Avalonian Paladins. Why did he know them to be Paladins? Why was he wary of these Paladins? He had no idea, but he knew that he was. He had to act quickly. He didn't know if he could take them all in a fight. He didn't know if he could fight them at all. His internal power level read quite high but he knew that was different from martial arts abilities. Furthermore he knew that their power levels could've been hidden. After all, he couldn't see those of other androids. Surely organics could raise and lower their power level at will? Soon the sensors were just icing on the cake. At humanoid level of hearing he could detect multiple heavy footsteps marching up the stairs to the room that he was in. He had to act. He looked at the bracers that were holding his hands in place and calculated the least damaging way to get his arms free. He turned his wrists upwards and angled his hands so that his fingertips were against the steel board that held him. As soon as he was adjusted properly, he activated the ki distributors, his perpetual reactor within converting raw energy to ki that fired from the palms of his hands and firing straight out in white-hot bursts. The force of which shot his hands backwards, smashing them through the steel on which he lay. With great care he pulled his hands out from the newly formed holes and slid them away from the torn metal, easily breaking the steel bars holding his legs. Servos kicked into action, gears whirred below the range of human hearing. He bent his legs at the knee and waist then kip-upped himself to his feet, tearing away the wires connected to his body and closing various ports instantaneously. He immediately lifted off of the ground, external air repulsors silently levitating him and allowing him to move without making a sound. He pressed himself up against the wall just next to the door, waiting for the proper moment to do… whatever it was he was planning on doing. The thumping of heavy boots stopped. "This is the Dark District Police, we have reason to believe you're using unlicensed robotics technology. Robotic technology is banned from the Dark District of Avalon. Open the door or we'll be forced to break it down!" Deposited back onto the ground with nary a sound, the synthetic being known as Android Seventeen held himself perfectly still, his head turned so that he could glance through the wall that he was pressed up against. They were conversing with each other. He could hear muttering debating the proper time to wait before-- There. Movement. His eyes widened as they kicked the door down, marching into the room and looking around at where he'd been just a moment ago. Their grand entrance had been enough to distract themselves from the lithe figure pressed against the wall just next to them. There were six of them in total. They had Paladin armor on, but it was scratched, in some places the paint had worn off and the insightful android even noticed a few holes where they shouldn't be. The armor was fake. Suddenly, almost as though the information had been recently recovered in some mental archaeological dig, Android Seventeen knew everything about the intruders. The Dark District is a city in on the south-east part of Avalon that is vehemently against technology. Anything beyond what is considered roughly equivalent to Earth 20th century technology is banned on penalty of death. The Dark District Police are scavengers, stealing armor from deceased Avalonian Paladins or stealing from shipping freighters to fuel their barely-above-mob-level of organization. Power levels of the Dark District Police range from six hundred to twelve thousand with wide variety in between. Advised discretion as they tend to carry handheld electromagnetic pulses which have proven extremely dangerous to past versions. Past… versions? Android Seventeen had no time to question this, as two seconds had passed since their entrance and for every further second that went by, the chance of one of them looking backwards had increased by twelve point seven four percent. Sparing a glance at the door he figured a fourteen percent chance that he'd get caught trying to leave if they were still conscious. Seventeen had to act. He didn't want to kill any of them, but he knew that a quick dispatch was his best chance to escape. His external air repulsors released an exhale as they came back to life. He was carried with rapid pace towards his opponents, attempting to figure out the best way to dispatch them. He grabbed for the smallest one first, a young male, and attempted to lift him off the ground. His speed and strength had yet to be adjusted, so in a fraction of a second he'd performed a floating suplex on the poor thing, armor denting with a sickening crunch. Moving with speed he didn't know that he had, Android Seventeen charged to the next closest fighter, who was still working on registering a look of surprise. A quick, hard punch with his left hand delivered to the helmet of the false Paladin managed to dent his visor in and blind him. As Seventeen landed in a crouch he slid his right leg out while balancing himself with his right hand splayed out in front of him. His surprisingly dense weight caused the floor to creak in a most unsettling manner. There were still four to deal with. Jumping backwards he pointed both of his hands out and began to fire blast after blast of white-hot energy mimicking ki. He'd fired a total of six of them and managed to bombard one of the warriors into backing away and collapsing onto himself. The fourth one charged at him with a building-shaking yell, sending a heavy punch that took the Android by surprise, jerking his head back a fraction of an inch while sending a shooting pain up the arm of the false Paladin that attempted to take him down in such a poorly planned sneak attack. Seventeen responded by floating towards him with an arm cocked back, forcing the Paladin-dressed soldier to stumble backwards several steps, with Seventeen closing in on him as he did. Each step took the fake Paladin further away but simultaneously brought the Android closer and closer until-- With a crash the shabbily dressed wanna-be Paladin tripped all over his fallen ally and smashed backwards into the ground. If he was still conscious he was doing a fair job of not showing it, for Android Seventeen watched him for a few seconds and didn't see movement. He had other business to attend to. Meanwhile the warrior that he'd managed to blind had removed his sword from its sheath and was swinging it around wildly. The massive zweihander was dangerous in expert hands but even more dangerous in the hands of a moron who thought it was a good idea to swing it like a baseball bat. He leapt into the air in an attempt to prevent himself from getting caught in the next wide arc, but found that the untrained Paladin had planned a wild up-swing instead of an awkward horizontal one. It was likely that he'd heard the creaking of the floor and was trying to cleave the Android in twain. Leaning backward as much as he could in mid-air, the blade's point caught Seventeen's neckerchief with the Android himself just barely pulling away in time to avoid the slice. His accessory, unfortunately, was not so lucky. The loosely tied neckwear was forced from around his throat, a small price to pay to ensure his escape. Air repulsors activating just in time to keep him from hitting the ground and, judging by the durability of the ground, smashing through it. He righted himself and reached for the blade as it came for him again, catching it broadside against his forearm and stopping its momentum by redirecting it forcefully. He reached down and placed his hands firmly on the chest plate of the false Paladin, superheating his hands with massive amounts of energy and effectively burning through the once proud armor, causing bits of hot metal to leak out onto the warrior's skin and eliciting painful screeches from him. He scrambled backwards to try and remove the armor, effectively taking him out of this particular fight. Two more remained, and Android Seventeen turned to face them, lowering himself to the ground. The old wood beneath him creaked and threatened to give, but did not break form. He spoke as he kneeled to pick up the remains of his neckerchief, "I don't want to hurt you." He said very calmly as he re-tied the accessory around his neck, "I know you want to take me in but that's not going to happen. Your friends are hurt, and I'm sorry for that. But it's time for you to leave. Take them to the hospital." He took a single step back as if to show that he wasn't going to stop them. One of the Paladins tore off his helmet and shouted, "YOU ANDROID SCUM THINK YOU'RE BETTER THAN US?! ROBOT BASTARDS!" He ripped off his gauntlet and held out his hand, charging up a massive sphere of energy before firing it straight at Seventeen. The Android held his hand out and grabbed for the energy, clenching his fingers into it and stopping it before it hit him properly. He could detect a power level of roughly sixteen thousand contained within the sphere of energy. It wasn't enough to cause serious damage, and the negative energy being generated as a protective layer over Seventeen's fingertips kept him from being damaged at all. He flicked the energy back as gingerly as he could and it smashed into his opponent, knocking him to the ground and sending him into a state of unconsciousness. "I'm sorry." Seventeen said. Leaving the last warrior in a state of panic, he lifted off of the ground and turned to leave. "You aren't… you aren't supposed to… You guys are banned from here! Who created you?!" The last Paladin shouted. Seventeen didn't answer. He had no idea. WC: 2261 |
| "I want interaction but this is going to be a real battle, possibly to the death depending on how it goes." -Revan, on Aya. | |
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| Aya | Aug 17 2013, 10:20 PM Post #3 |
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When are we eating?
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The wooden steps downstairs creaked and moaned as though the apartment were haunted by a bemoaning spectre. This was due merely to the soft jets of air that kept Seventeen aloft. He almost shuddered to think what it would do to him if he were walking down the steps with all of his weight. How much he weighed exactly, he wasn't immediately sure. As he reached the bottom he deemed it structurally safe to set his feet down and walked the rest of the way out, eventually passing the vehicle in which the wanna-be Paladins had arrived. It was what common vernacular called a clunker. A hover wagon that was barely hovering, built to hold maybe four people in the front without armor, probably cramming all six of them in, because from what Seventeen could tell, the back seemed to be set up like a paddy wagon, bound to hold who or whatever they picked up, or the remains of whatever they recklessly killed during their patrols. For a moment he contemplated stealing it, but figured that once the renegade police officers came to their senses they'd need it to take their troops to the hospital. He stepped away, aiming to head out of the city when he heard a muffled cry escaping the back of the modified van. He stopped in place and took a step towards the van, pressing his ear against it in a mimic of humanoid habit to get a closer inspection of what was going on. This proved folly as the moment he pressed the side of his face against the cool steel of the metal van, a blunt object smashed against the other side and caused the door of the van to smash into his face. Seventeen stumbled to the side, his sensors jarred at the sudden and unexpected force. He shook his head curtly, again mimicking another humanoid reaction. Once he'd properly righted himself, he stepped towards the door and grabbed it, tearing it open with little effort. Within he found a female. He recognized her as an android, a young one, no more than two years from her manufacturing date but she was severely damaged. He couldn't get a power level reading on her, as he couldn't with most other androids, but he could tell that she'd been beaten, likely by the Paladins. She was bound and gagged and had just barely gotten one of her legs free in order to complete the heavy kick on the door. It was likely only Android Seventeen's sturdy skull that had stopped her from kicking the door open. "It's okay." He said, the first thing that came to mind, "I'm an android like you." He took a second to look her over. A ratty hoody that had once possibly been a light blue, but was now torn and tattered, so dusty and grimy that it looked to be almost grey. She was missing one of her boots, the other of which was brown and covered in gunk. She'd once been wearing jeans, but they were torn and The seemingly thin wires that bound her were revealed to be, upon analysis, compromised of a reinforced repeatedly re-spun wire that was seemingly designed to hold beings capable of insurmountable feats of strength. Android handcuffs. The gag that kept her from speaking was a counter-pressure mechanism that pressed against her chin and for every bit that she opened her mouth, the weight would push upward. Enough force to attempt to speak aloud or scream and the counter-force would shatter her metal jaw. They were interesting devices, created by beings that obviously didn't care about the well-being of the creatures that they were harnessing. "I'm going to take these restraints off of you, okay?" Seventeen inched closer. The other android didn't move. He extended a single finger and ignited it with white-hot energy, fine-tuning it with android precision in order to create something of a blow torch with his ki. A slow and careful incision through what appeared to be a weakened point of the bindings, and finally severed the leg and arm restraints. The counter-pressure device was much trickier. Any attempts to remove it without whatever key fit into the lock would trigger the compression and force the device harder against the android's jaw. The introduction of footsteps making their way down the stairs caused a hint of panic in the android, but he knew he needed to help this fellow synthetic. He had no idea what the failed police officers would do to her, but he knew it'd be bad. With a sturdy grip against the device he looked her in the eye and said, "Hold on for a second." Then tore the machine in half as the remainder of the pressure device jolted upright in what most certainly would've completely eviscerated the other android's lower face. "Come on," Seventeen said, "We've got to go." He took her hand to help her up and out of the vehicle as the sound of footsteps got louder. As the surprisingly short female android climbed out of the vehicle, one of the Paladins shouted. "HEY!" Seventeen scooped up the little android without thinking and flew out of the city. Bursts of energy clouded the night sky, surrounding them like a cascade of fireworks signaling their escape. "So what's your name?" Seventeen asked as they broke the sound barrier soaring through the sky. It was, for androids, no issue to talk to each other despite the overwhelming sounds of air rushing surrounding them. "Yondai," The other android answered, "My name is Yondai." There was a moment's silence before she said, "What's yours?" Seventeen considered using a fake name but figured that with his particular monicker it didn't really matter, "Android Seventeen." "That's a nice name." Yondai replied. After a moment of uncomfortable silence, she asked, "Are you going to put me down any time soon? Or at least let me go? I can fly by myself." "Yeah, sorry." Seventeen dropped carefully out of the sky as they neared a city and said, "How'd you end up in the Dark Districts, if you don't mind me asking?" He set her down and allowed her to leave if she wished. She didn't, which he appreciated. The city that they were in now was just north of the Dojo of Ganr. He knew this, but again, didn't know how he knew it. He had a full map of Avalon as well as where the spaceports were and, now that he thought about it, knew that he didn't need one. "I got lost. I don't live on Avalon anymore and I… deleted most of the knowledge of the planet when I left it for good. I didn't know that I'd wandered into the Dark Districts until those… men surrounded me. Next thing I knew I was in the back of that grimy van." Yondai responded, dusting herself off and doing absolutely nothing to help the level of dirt on her clothing. "I came to visit a friend but I… couldn't find her. It was a bad idea." She seemed somewhat sad about the idea of not having been able to find her friend. "I could help." Android Seventeen offered. "I mean… I don't have anything else to do." The Android had no sort of purpose that had been revealed to him, but he figured that hanging around another android wouldn't be such a terrible idea. "Oh." Yondai seemed hesitant at first but then nodded, "Do you know where the Dojo of Ganr is?" "Yeah it's just south of here. We can make it in just a few minutes if we fly. Or about a half hour if we walk. Er. But wait." He held his hand out hesitantly, "Is this friend important?" "Yes, very," Yondai said, "I don't know what I would have done without her, and I miss her terribly and need her guidance." She had a constant sort of blank look on her face, as though she was always completely unaware of whatever was happening around her, or always soaking in every single detail of everything happening. Seventeen had to guess it was the latter. "Then we should probably get you some new clothes first." The taller male replied, motioning towards the petite android's tattered clothing. "Right." Yondai looked down at her apparel and then back up at the Android, "I wanted to be dressed in my best but this is all I own. Thing is, I don't have any zeni." "We'll figure something out," Seventeen said, leading the way towards the market area. After a bit of browsing and some window shopping, Yondai finally asked. "So what were you doing there, in the Dark Districts?" "I don't know." Android Seventeen said. He looked at her attempting to show that he was being honest, "I woke up there for the first time, I have no memories of anything else. I simply have knowledge." "It's a curious thing, isn't it?" Yondai asked. "To be aware of something but not know why you know it?" "Yeah." Seventeen said, looking forward again. "It really is." WC: 1496 TWC: 3757 [Complete] |
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