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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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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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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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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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"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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"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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"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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"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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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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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 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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"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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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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"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.
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