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a part of Mind Control, by Solaron.

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Solaron holds sovereignty over Earth, giving them the ability to make limited changes.

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Cassandra Knox [0] A Master
Michelle Retna [0] A Master who doesn't care about the war at all
Saint Sebastian [0] A Mechanic with a bright mind and feisty soul
Daniel Hearse [0] A Mechanic and a Scholar

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The Beginning
Daniel stood back, and looked at the mighty war machine he has begun to construct. A massive tank, the size of a city block. He had just put together the frame, and now had to craft every individual piece of armor and weapon, but once he finished, it would be the greatest machine to ever drive across the Earth. He already had plans for sloped armor to allow better protection against explosives, and, once fully constructed, would have twenty guns; eight 120 mm tank turrets, to erase any armored threat from existence; ten .50 caliber machine guns to mow down any infantry threat; a single SAM launcher to remove any threat from the air; and the two main guns, the ones which would require the most work; a single plasma cannon sticking out of the cockpit, capable of melting through buildings, and a 900mm rail gun on the very top, capable of taking out the strongest targets from great distances. A force-field generator to protect from energy and explosive blasts alike; sloped armor made from the hardest materials, and a special jet engine that could propel this metal beast. it would be the greatest war-machine on planet Earth; it would be the Liberator.

But for now, he had made the frame. The weapons, armor and generator were all just dreams for now; he lacked the materials to build this weapon of death. He stood in Alpha Base; one of the few places where the resistance is truly safe. He was annoyed by the declension to attack so soon, he would of preferred for them to wait so he could lead the attack with his glorious machine. He demanded he work on this alone, as he trusted no one else to interfere with his greatest work; part of the reason it was taking so damn long. He wore a suit of powered armor that allowed him to lift heavy objects with ease, while still allowing the delicate touch making these weapons will require. He pressed a communication device in his ear, and barked out orders.
"Someone go out and get me the damn weapons I need. You know what I'm looking for!"
He was impatient, unable to sit by and wait while his Liberator remained unfinished. He decided to begin work on the armor; he took a sheet of the specially made metal and melted it down. He began to forge his tank armor, and he thought back to the day he was immunized.

He remembered how he acted; completely loyal to the Master that owned him; she was the owner of a military production facility. Hearse was born to the Master, one Madison Toniton, but was genetically engineered within her womb; he was a Great. He was put to work producing tanks for the Masters; though he, in hindsight, hated being forced into it, at the time his mind was indoctrinated, and he was programmed to be happily obedient. He slaved away at the tanks, and was constantly beaten by his Master for no real reason, while he dropped to his knees and grovel. Oh how he grovelled. It was only when a Immune named John Tambin removed the control that he grew to hate her; she had enslaved and berated and belittled him. Literally one minute after being immunized, he hopped in one of his tanks, and blew up his Master's mansion with a single shot. She had survived the explosion, but not being crushed under the treads of Hearse's tank.

He snapped out of his flashback, and saw an hour has passed. He had muscle memory; he knew exactly what he had to do to the armor, even if he wasn't focused on it. He had produced a large amount of the armor, and realised he had run out of materials. He resigned himself to sleep, and knew the next scout out will get the materials he needed.
He walked down a long hallway to his quarters.

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Michelle gazed at the Alpha Base,letting out a small whistle of approval.Thanks to her powers and her natural talent for manipulation and stealth she had managed to get it in.The reason she was there was to get her bazooka fixed,she knew that some of the greatest mechanics were on the rebel side even though a great number of them were still under the power of there masters.Michelle knew that it was a risk to enter the rebel base,even with her powers she would still have trouble fighting them all at once if they found out what she was.But the truth was she didn't really care,she just wanted to get her beloved weapong fixed then travel back to her makeshift abode a few miles away for a nice nap.

She ran her hands across the many weapons that the Rebel base possesed,they were nice but she wouldn't trade all of the weapons in the world for her beloved bazooka.It had been a gift on her eleventh birthday from a young mechanic which her mother had used to help Michelle hone her powers.When they were alone she had always released her spell over him,wanting to talk to him like he was an actual person rather than a mindless drone that served only to do what she asked.They had become fast friends and always played togethor,she would hate it when she had to put him back under her control again to fool her mother.When she was twelve she found out that her mother had sold him to another master,claiming that it was making her to weak and leading her away from the right path.Pretending to agree with her mother, she began to train herself dilegently.On the night of her thirteenth birthday she had run away,feeling that the Master lifestyle wasn't right for her.

Four years later and she was still running,running away from responsibilities or ties of any kind.She felt that no matter which side won the war, lives would still be torn apart and destruction and chaos would still be rampent."Even if you call blood water a hundred times over,it will still be blood",she said quietly to herself as she lightly traced the trigger of one of the weapons.Shaking her head she began to walk down the hallways,making sure that she kept a casual stride instead of the commanding and arrogant one she had been taught as a child.She spotted someone who looked to be a mechanic,putting a shy,false smile on her face she walked up to him."Um,s-sir",she squeeked,pulling off the timid new recruit act with ease."My weapon,it kinda broke and I don't know how to fix it.Could you help me please?",she asked,taking the bazooka off of her back and lightly nudging him with it.

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Hearse saw the young woman walk up to him. He quickly examined the young woman's face, and decided she was a new member of the group.
He quickly looked at the weapon; a decent bazooka.
Daniel held his palm out.
"Oi, go talk to one of the others. I have to focus all my attention on the tank."
He made eye contact with her, and then said:
"How'd you get ahold of a weapon like that?

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"It was a gift from a very dear friend",Michelle said,her smile growing slightly,"And I'm sorry but you are going to fix it for me whether you like it or not." She stared into his eyes,emmiting a low humming sound as she put him under her control."I have nothing against you personally,I just need my weapon fixed" She placed the bazooka in his hands,"Now please fix it for me.",she ordered.Michelle knew that he was probably screaming in his head right now,"If it makes you feel any better I am not on the side of the Masters but I am not on your side either.Once my weapon is repaired I will depart and you shall be free,now do we have an understanding?",she asked as she raised an eyebrow at him.Michelle would rather not have resorted to using her powers but she simply wanted to get this over with quickly.

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Hearse began to hear a buzziing in his head, and after a few seconds, he felt deep weakness pulse through his body. Hearse heard her words, and had more than a few choice words for her, but he had no control over his body, and all that came out of his mouth was "I understand and obey. " in monotone. He took the bazooka and quickly stripped and cleaned it. He found a single broken piece, and brought Michele into the room with the tank, and replaced the part, and put the Bazokka back together With that done, he fell to his knees, holding the bazokka up to her. He knew that hhe would be free now, but his body said "How else may I serve you?"

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"Nothing else,thank you for the repair and I'm sorry you had to go through that",Michelle yawned,taking the weapon and strapping it on her back.She tilted his chin up and smiled softly,"My name is Michelle",staring into his eyes she let out another low hum,releasing her control over him."Later Mechanic",she said before dashing out of the base,she knew that he would be quite pissed about her controling him and dying wasn't on her to do list today.Before she left she had placed a small piece of paper next to the tank,directions to a sheet metal factory that she had come across a few days ago were drawn on it.She felt that he had needed some sort of compensation for what she had done to him.

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His camera hung around his neck, his spectale-covered eyes focusing on the cell phone. He was trying to put a mirror setting on it so he could give it to Penelope for whatever purpose she needed. He finally got it created and installed, screaming with joy on the inside. He jumped up, testing his new invention. There was his Penelope, his savior. He smiled, turning around and hugging her. "Sainty you did it!" She exclaimed, pecking him on the cheek. He blushed, giving her the newly designed phone. It has dozens of apps for her to use when she does the things she won't tell him about.

She went off, and he started walking to his cot. He bumbed into a woman, mumuring an apology for moving on.

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Hearse felt the control end, and rose to his feet. He was surprised that she released him completely; as he expected her to leave some lingering effect in his mind. Though he knew she had not done anything to corrupt his mind, he felt a slight buzzing in the back of his skull. He felt the same feeling of happiness when he was enslaved originally, and part of him enjoyed it; this was all a lingering after effect from being mind-controlled by one of them. The fact that she had only controlled him for a short time meant he would be back to normal in about an hour. He knew he couldn't catch the girl, and quickly saw the sheet on desk. He picked it up and read it, then smiled.
"Just what I need..."
He decided that he wouldn't report this one in; one part of that feeling in the back of his skull, one part of his fear of suspicion being casted on him, which would make him unable to complete his project, and one part that the girl didn't seem like an agent for the Psychoits, so it was unneeded, which is also why he would follow the directions without suspicion of a trap. He felt rejuvenated; no need to go to sleep yet. He quickly decided he needed to get to the factory that produced the metal he needed, and, using the directions given to him, would head to that factory, and get it back online. He tapped into his comm, hooked up to the intercom, and made an annoucment.
"I need a young Mechanic to come with me to re-activate a factory; please contact me if you're interested. "
He brought out his plasma cannon, a huge device that attached to his power armor, and could easily destroy fortification, and an large assault rifle, held in his hands, and waited for a volunteer.
He brought the comm back up.
"Also, if I don't get a volunteer, I have authorization to take whoever I want, so I suggest you volunteer or find a nice hiding place so I don't see you.""

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Michelle barely ayed attention to the boy she bumed into and continued to run until she had arrived at her make shift home,it was an abondoned factory near the one she had given him directions for.It used to be a car factory but had been shut down due to bad business and competition from other companies owned by Master's who had many skilled mechanics at their disposal.She set her bazooka down next to her raggety matress,flopping down onto it with a heavy sigh.A loud rumble echoed through the empty factory,signalling that she hadn't eaten in two days .She walked over to her traveling pack and grabbed a loaf of,munching on it as she began to climb up the stairs to the windows.You could clearly see the sheet metal factory that was only about a half a mile away,she decided to sit and watch,wanting to observe the events that would unfold.

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The Saint heard the older Mechanic's message, sighing softly. He didn't want to get up, but he wanted to help the guy. He decided if he wanted the Saint, he would have to find him. It wouldn't be hard, since where he worked wasn't far from the factory. He pushed his glasses up on his face and conntinued to work until he was either found by the older Mechanic or when he got tired.

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Hearse grew impatient, and decided to head out to the factory alone. Once again, he made an announcement.
"Oi, I'm heading out. Anyone who decides the want to go, head to the factory. "
With that, he took his Plasma Cannon and assault rifle, put on a specially made helmet with telescopic sights in the eyes, and began to head to the factory. He arrived at the factory fairly quickly, and noticed the other factory roughly half a mile away, and looked through it with his telescopic sights. He saw half-finished cars, and also noticed a bit of movement in the factory, though he could not identify it. He decided he would investigate that factory after he was done with this one. He quickly went into the factory; a factory that produced the specific type of metal he needed. He quickly went to the shipping room, and examined the metal.
I can use this.
He quickly went through the production lines; this factory used machines to produce it, rather than men. It most likely went out of business when the Masters decided they didn't need the metal. The automated factory would be easy to bring back to working condition; it would only be a few days work. He phoned back to Alpha Base, telling them to send some of the better mechanics, to get this factory working, and quickly.
"Oi. Anyone Mechanic within a mile of the factory better get there, now. That's an order."
He would go to investigate the car factory and find out what the movement in there was. He began to head towards the factory.

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Michelle let out a soft yawn,it was getting a bit boring waiting for him and she felt herself become drowsy.She perked up slightly when she saw a heavily armored figure approach the car factory,seeing that it was the mechanic she cursed and dashed down the stairs towards the factory floor."Damn Mechanic,you were just suposed to go to the sheet metal factory",she muttered to herself as she began to put away all evidince of her bieng there.She didn't mind helping the rebels ocassionally but she tried to keep away from them most of the time,making contact with them only when it was necessary.She hid her matress and pack in one of the cars before climbing into the trunk.Keeping it slightly open and allowing herself to peer out and decide if she needed to use her powers on the intruder or not.

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Hearse went into the factory, and quickly examined the area. He needed to figure out the source of the movement; it could of been a scavenger, but he needed to make sure. He looked at all the exits, and then decided he needed a way to block them off to prevent the source of the movement from escaping. Before this, he took off his helmet and shouted:
"Come on out, whoever you are, and you shall not be harmed. If you don't come out, I'll rip through this factory to find ya. I am Daniel Hearse.Come out, Ask for mercy and it shall be granted to you. Hide and I find and imprison you."

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Michelle felt her eyebrow twitch violently as she became annoyed at his words,"Little punk wants to imprison someone he barely knows,if somones in here should be none of his damn business.",she muttered to herself.She decided to reveal herself,figuiring that it would be a bit easier and he might go away."Didn't anyone teach you common courtesy?",she snorted as she opened the trunk.Her bazooka was aimed directly at his head as she moved out of the trunk and onto the roof of the car."And I'm not going to ask for any mercy from someone who threatens strangers.Now get the hell out." She didn't want to use her powers again but if it came to it she would not hesitate.

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Hearse smiled as she popped out of the trunk, as he now knew the source of the movement, though he was disturbed by the fact that already he had met her again. He was slightly fearful of being controlled again. He aimed his plasma weapon at her, but put his gaze slightly above her head.
"Common courtesy? I was following directions you gave me, and I saw movement in the factory next to it; to me it seems like there would be a spy of some kind to be able to draw me out into the open and kill me as a rebel. Do you truly believe I would not have good reason to be suspicious? I shall not leave...not yet anyway. I need answers." He dropped his gaze just a little, and for a second met her eyes- a critical mistake, as that would be all she needed, and he found he couldn't turn his eyes away.

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MIchelle sighed and gazed back at him,"I'm not going to control you right now for your information as long as you don't try anything." She lowered her mahagony orbs to the ground and slowly put down her weapon though her finger was still firmly glued on the trigger."I am Michelle Retna and this factory is my home at the moment.If there was a spy you should have went back to your base immedeatly and if there wasn't than you should have just stayed at the factory.I do not want you or any other rebels coming in here so leave."
She raised an eyebrow at him and laid down on the hood,"Now do you have any other questions that you want to be answered? If so,make them quick,I may not have a weapon to build or a mind to enslave to but I am in need of rest." She let out a slight yawn and looked at him with a bored expression.

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"If there was a spy here, I would of had to terminate the spy immediately so we aren't compromised"
Hearse smiled, and lowered his plasma cannon.
"How did you discover our base? More importantly, why did you enter a top secret facility where you could of easily been killed just to get a repair job that any Mechanic could do?"
Hearse shot his eyes around the factory, looking all around.

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"I discovered your base unintentionally when I was out walking,it wasn't that hard to find.",Michelle yawned and stared into his eyes,a small smirk playing on her lips."And why I went in there? Well........",she merely shrugged,"I just felt like it,plus you have some very talented mechanics there." She stared at him for a few moments then said,"Now I have a question for you,why haven't you tried to kill me yet? Most mechanics would jump at the chance to end a Masters life since they are a one of our favorite little workers,not that I'm complaining or anything." She stared deeply into his eyes,pondering if she should control him and make him leave or not.

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Hearse kept his smile, though he did not believe her answers at all. He noticed her staring at him, and figured it was for the best not to do anything to anger her from this point on, and to tell her the truth, as she would get it one way or the other.
"I haven't killed you because I have no reason to. You don't seem particularly malicious, and the fact you released me from your control was enough reason to spare you. "
This was a lie, as he wanted to keep the real reason secret; she was a source of possible information on the Masters, and that feeling in the back of his skull still persisted.
Hearse kept eye contact, due to the fact that it would make his lie more believable.

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Michelle raised an eyebrow and slid down the hood of the car,keeping a strong grip on her weapon.She stood in front of him and stared directly at him,pressing her bazooka against his side."You and both know that is wrong,you are merely keeping me alive because you want something from me and due to your connection with the rebels you probably want information about the Masters,am I right?" Without waiting for his answer she said,"Well I can't give you that,I cut off my connections with the Masters when I was thirteen." She stared deep into his eyes and emmited a low humming sound,putting him completely under her thrall.Pushing him down onto his knees she stared down at him with cold eyes,"Quite frankly,I don't care if either side is defeated and killed,I just want the rebels and the psychcoits to leave me alone.",she released her hold on him and went back to sit on the hood of the car.

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Hearse felt the buzzing in the back of his skull grow stronger as she pushed him down, his body not providing any resistance. When she released him, He quickly stood back up, and looked at her again. The buzzing in his skull was more intense now, but only slightly; a few seconds of control wouldn't seriously effect him, and would be gone in a few moments. He quickly questioned why she put him under control without giving a command.
"What was the point of that? Did you just feel like it?"
Hearse pressed his fingers against his temples, and was slightly more fearful of her. He decided he would leave as soon as possible, but wanted to hear what else she might have to say.

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Michelle shrugged,"Yes I suppose and I think the point was for you not to lie to me again." she stared at him and chuckled,"Also,the last person who I said that to tried to kill me.Apparently she didn't like if someone was 'apathetic' to the cause.I did not know how you would react so I used my powers on you just in case." She gave him an irritated look and asked,"Any other questions? If not then please leave and don't bring any rebels inside of here,if so I will not hesitate to put them under my control",her tone lowered and became laced with venom. After a few moments a wide grin appeard on her face,"Do you happen to know of Retna industries? Because I think I can help you take out the president of the company."

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"I'll leave when I have run out of questions. If you tell anyon-"
He cut himself off, realizing a threatening tone was only going to work against him.
"I beg you not to tell anyone of the location of our base."
Hearse again made eye contact with her, with a look of sincere worry about the compromise of the base.
He went to her question about the Industries.
"Well, I have heard of them, but do not know that much of them."
He did not know much of the company, and decided this would be a good time to learn.
"Could you please tell me of them?"

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Michelle rolled her eyes,"I wont tell anyone besides,I probably don't remember how to get back there any way." Her smile grew slightly when she heard him ask,"Not many people know this but Retna Industries is one of the top technology and manufacturing companies on the planet,they create everything from the phones everybody uses to artificilial organs that can save a persons life.The president is a very respected and is quite high on the master totem pole.She has a great number of people under her control and anyone who is even suspected of bieng an immune is killed on sight.I heard that she has been plotting something,a solution to this pesky quarrel between the Rebels and Psychoinots.Its a strategy called Infiltration and total war.In short, strong psychonoits and even psykers will infiltrate every rebel base.The psychoits will get into everybodys heads and make them kill each other while the psykers will destroy anything and everything in their path.complete and utter chaos." Michelle glance at him giggled lightly,"Mother did always like things to be a bit out of order.

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Hearse heard this words, then he became angry.
"They... They would destroy us. Those god-damned scum would slaughter the lot of us... Tell me, how do you plan to kill her? When does she plan to do this? "
Hearse averted his eyes from contact; these next moments in the discussion would be crucial, and he couldn't afford to be put under at this time.