Introduction
The Fall of Man and the Rise of Dominus
The world is broken, the human race is all but dead, but one shining city floats above the Earth. Dominus City, the last haven for humanity is not exactly as noble as it would appear. I suppose, I should start from the beginning, back in the days of prosperity when humanity flourished... The sheer idea of billions of humans living on this planet sounds so outlandish... As I was saying, man was always finding new ways to kill himself, nobody really knows who, but someone. created a living, thinking, virus.
Now, this virus was supposed to be the ultimate weapon, a biological weapon that could be controlled and kill a specified target. But of course something went horribly wrong, the virus began turning living organisms into these creatures controlled by a single hive mind. With one goal, assimilate all organic life and that they did, well almost. And they would have, if it wasn't for Project Haven, basically all of the world leaders, the essentials for a thriving society, and anyone with enough money's apocalypse failsafe.
And so was born what would become Dominus City, as the entire world was assimilated they sat on their floating paradise. But when everything went dark, when they realized, they were all that was left, The World Leaders, The Corporate Giants they forged one government simply known as, Sovereign. They named their city Dominus, and soon it expanded, and it thrived, and it became a metropolis. Then again, there was a problem, although machines did most of the labor the people were lazy and artificial intelligence wasn't exactly thriving, they began working with genetic engineering.
And after about 30 years of research, they began producing, for lack of a better term superhuman slaves. Kept in line by obedience collars bonded to their very genetic code. They are taught from their first sentient thought their only purpose is to serve. And those who rebel, and refuse to serve are sent to The Colosseum and forced to fight each other for the amusement of the citizens of Dominus City. From what I see, the servants of Dominus will be it's downfall, you can only keep power in check so long...
The Inner Workings of Dominus and it's People
The Architecture
Dominus City is a shining metropolis, a wonder of architecture. There are small suburban and agriculture areas, but most of the city is metropolitan. Dominus is home to the most comprehensive surveillance system in the history of man. Due to this system crime is hard to come by, unless that crime is committed by those
who control the surveillance of course. And then there's The Slums, under Dominus City is a small settlement supposedly founded by military personnel and their families who managed to sneak on to Dominus. The Slums is shut off from the rest of the city, as the citizens of Dominus think those who dwell in The Slums are nothing but vagrants and criminals.
The Slaves
Genetically altered humanoids commonly referred to as enhanced workers are divided into three models
Obsolete: The obsolete workers were the very first genetically altered creatures that used Homo sapiens as a base species. The simplest slaves these creatures were created by splicing traits of different species into Homo DNA. They were considered a resounding failure, for their mental instability and ineffectiveness as workers, compared to today’s models. Considered abominations most were destroyed, this being before the days of the obedience collars. Some are still alive in The Slums today.
Standard: The standard model of enhanced worker, they have their limits, but are effective nonetheless. They can only have one enhancement, usually calling for hiring multiple workers in larger efforts, but are the largest population of enhanced sapiens in Dominus.
Experimental: The newest model of enhanced worker, they are still unfinished and not many have been created. But recent demand has forced a test trial in which prototypes have been exported to The Colosseum, construction sites, and a few home trials. They are the most powerful enhanced worker having abilities that can be applied to many different situations. The one fatal flaw of these new prototypes is durability; their bodies can't handle too much exertion of their abilities resulting in a fatal brain hemorrhage.
The life of these unfortunate people is not a pleasant one. They are born physically thirteen years of age with a full understanding of multiple languages. They are not given names, but 10-digit serial numbers any name they have is self-given, or given by whoever employs them. They go through programming, a training process that takes roughly three months. Then the new batch of enhanced workers is distributed to whoever wants them. Nearly every facet of their environment tells them that they are nothing but tools to make the people of Dominus's lives easier, and they come to believe it. As it is the only thing they've ever known, and those who don't believe are too scared to do anything because they are afraid they'll be taken away to The Colosseum. They have no rights and aren't considered human whatever their owners do to them is entirely up to them resulting in many emotionally scarred workers. There are the lucky ones,
those who become replacements to couples that have lost children, or just all around good-hearted people, but this is very rare. Sovereign has placed multiple safety precautions regarding the enhanced worker. The first being the obedience collar, a device around the necks of every enhanced worker it is the tool in which all enhanced workers are controlled. If the obedience collar was to be removed, that in itself being difficult it will cause the wearer to go into immediate cardiac arrest. The second is the transceiver, a device that communicates directly to the obedience collar. Carried by most military personnel, it can cause unconsciousness or death. There is also a feature that negates all access to abilities. The transceiver has two settings, short range which affects all obedience collars within a certain radius. And long range which works kind of like a projectile with a point and shoot mechanism. The third and most powerful of these precautions is The Kill Switch, stationed in undisclosed location, only to be used in a full revolt it will kill every single enhanced worker in Dominus if used.
The Knight of Sovereign
Using the same technology as the enhanced worker program, these soldiers make up an elite and secretive part of the Sovereign military. These very proud men and women are taught almost the exact opposite of their counterparts. They are taught that they are far superior to any common worker. And that they are the sole upholders of truth and justice in Dominus. And just as their counterparts come to believe they are tools, they come to believe they are knights, whose sacred duty is to protect the good people of Dominus. Many of them are stationed at the Colosseum disguised as average guards, as they are the only ones that could go head to head with an enhanced worker, without the use of a transceiver.
The Colosseum
The Colosseum is the constant reminder, that much of Dominus has indulged in humanities darker desires. The Colosseum is a very large entertainment center, based on the appeal of watching two super powered contestants eviscerate each other. The justifications for this travesty, being that most see the enhanced as inhuman. Therefore their lives aren’t worth that of normal humans. The Colosseum is an intricate system, designed to keep the citizens of Dominus safe from the so-called dangerous radicals that lay within. The entire building emits the same signal as a transceiver, shutting down the part of the brain that controls the enhanced workers abilities, with the exception of the arena of course. The holding block is the place where all of the arena fighters are held. Their cells are specially designed for their abilities. They do have the ability to speak to each-other, if their behavior is on par. The Colosseum is very similar to a pre-virus baseball game, except with a bloody battle instead of a good spirited game. They have stands of cheering crowds, even snack vendors. There are children and families just like any other sporting event. The arena is filled with artificial sand to simulate the feeling of being in Ancient Rome. The seating is much like any stadium, with seating clusters, and stairways dividing them. And of course, a military grade electromagnetic barrier surrounds the arena to protect onlookers from the terrorists who provide their entertainment.
General Information
In this roleplay you have a choice between The Knights of Sovereign or an enhanced worker. This roleplay will follow the slave uprising of Dominus City. It will begin in the Dominus Colosseum where many Knights of Sovereign are stationed and many enhanced workers are imprisoned.
Character Template
You don't have to use this template just make sure to involve everything mentioned.
Appearance: (Pictures are aloud but they must be accompanied by a description)
Serial Number:
Name:
Physical Age:
Chronological Age:
Employment: (Your character's previous or current employment.)
Gender:
Sexuality:
Model:
Ability: (Must have a practical usage in your employment.) only 1 per character
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Personality: (I'd like at least 3 sentences)
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Clothing/Armor: (Leave blank if you are an enhanced worker.)
Role: (Not necessary only if you have chosen one of the official roles.)
Reason for being in the Colosseum:
Bio/History:(I'd like a good amount of information)
Roles
Rebellion leader: Taken by gururumon916
Knights of Sovereign Colosseum Division Commander: Open
The world is broken, the human race is all but dead, but one shining city floats above the Earth. Dominus City, the last haven for humanity is not exactly as noble as it would appear. I suppose, I should start from the beginning, back in the days of prosperity when humanity flourished... The sheer idea of billions of humans living on this planet sounds so outlandish... As I was saying, man was always finding new ways to kill himself, nobody really knows who, but someone. created a living, thinking, virus.
Now, this virus was supposed to be the ultimate weapon, a biological weapon that could be controlled and kill a specified target. But of course something went horribly wrong, the virus began turning living organisms into these creatures controlled by a single hive mind. With one goal, assimilate all organic life and that they did, well almost. And they would have, if it wasn't for Project Haven, basically all of the world leaders, the essentials for a thriving society, and anyone with enough money's apocalypse failsafe.
And so was born what would become Dominus City, as the entire world was assimilated they sat on their floating paradise. But when everything went dark, when they realized, they were all that was left, The World Leaders, The Corporate Giants they forged one government simply known as, Sovereign. They named their city Dominus, and soon it expanded, and it thrived, and it became a metropolis. Then again, there was a problem, although machines did most of the labor the people were lazy and artificial intelligence wasn't exactly thriving, they began working with genetic engineering.
And after about 30 years of research, they began producing, for lack of a better term superhuman slaves. Kept in line by obedience collars bonded to their very genetic code. They are taught from their first sentient thought their only purpose is to serve. And those who rebel, and refuse to serve are sent to The Colosseum and forced to fight each other for the amusement of the citizens of Dominus City. From what I see, the servants of Dominus will be it's downfall, you can only keep power in check so long...
The Inner Workings of Dominus and it's People
The Architecture
Dominus City is a shining metropolis, a wonder of architecture. There are small suburban and agriculture areas, but most of the city is metropolitan. Dominus is home to the most comprehensive surveillance system in the history of man. Due to this system crime is hard to come by, unless that crime is committed by those
who control the surveillance of course. And then there's The Slums, under Dominus City is a small settlement supposedly founded by military personnel and their families who managed to sneak on to Dominus. The Slums is shut off from the rest of the city, as the citizens of Dominus think those who dwell in The Slums are nothing but vagrants and criminals.
The Slaves
Genetically altered humanoids commonly referred to as enhanced workers are divided into three models
Obsolete: The obsolete workers were the very first genetically altered creatures that used Homo sapiens as a base species. The simplest slaves these creatures were created by splicing traits of different species into Homo DNA. They were considered a resounding failure, for their mental instability and ineffectiveness as workers, compared to today’s models. Considered abominations most were destroyed, this being before the days of the obedience collars. Some are still alive in The Slums today.
Standard: The standard model of enhanced worker, they have their limits, but are effective nonetheless. They can only have one enhancement, usually calling for hiring multiple workers in larger efforts, but are the largest population of enhanced sapiens in Dominus.
Experimental: The newest model of enhanced worker, they are still unfinished and not many have been created. But recent demand has forced a test trial in which prototypes have been exported to The Colosseum, construction sites, and a few home trials. They are the most powerful enhanced worker having abilities that can be applied to many different situations. The one fatal flaw of these new prototypes is durability; their bodies can't handle too much exertion of their abilities resulting in a fatal brain hemorrhage.
The life of these unfortunate people is not a pleasant one. They are born physically thirteen years of age with a full understanding of multiple languages. They are not given names, but 10-digit serial numbers any name they have is self-given, or given by whoever employs them. They go through programming, a training process that takes roughly three months. Then the new batch of enhanced workers is distributed to whoever wants them. Nearly every facet of their environment tells them that they are nothing but tools to make the people of Dominus's lives easier, and they come to believe it. As it is the only thing they've ever known, and those who don't believe are too scared to do anything because they are afraid they'll be taken away to The Colosseum. They have no rights and aren't considered human whatever their owners do to them is entirely up to them resulting in many emotionally scarred workers. There are the lucky ones,
those who become replacements to couples that have lost children, or just all around good-hearted people, but this is very rare. Sovereign has placed multiple safety precautions regarding the enhanced worker. The first being the obedience collar, a device around the necks of every enhanced worker it is the tool in which all enhanced workers are controlled. If the obedience collar was to be removed, that in itself being difficult it will cause the wearer to go into immediate cardiac arrest. The second is the transceiver, a device that communicates directly to the obedience collar. Carried by most military personnel, it can cause unconsciousness or death. There is also a feature that negates all access to abilities. The transceiver has two settings, short range which affects all obedience collars within a certain radius. And long range which works kind of like a projectile with a point and shoot mechanism. The third and most powerful of these precautions is The Kill Switch, stationed in undisclosed location, only to be used in a full revolt it will kill every single enhanced worker in Dominus if used.
The Knight of Sovereign
Using the same technology as the enhanced worker program, these soldiers make up an elite and secretive part of the Sovereign military. These very proud men and women are taught almost the exact opposite of their counterparts. They are taught that they are far superior to any common worker. And that they are the sole upholders of truth and justice in Dominus. And just as their counterparts come to believe they are tools, they come to believe they are knights, whose sacred duty is to protect the good people of Dominus. Many of them are stationed at the Colosseum disguised as average guards, as they are the only ones that could go head to head with an enhanced worker, without the use of a transceiver.
The Colosseum
The Colosseum is the constant reminder, that much of Dominus has indulged in humanities darker desires. The Colosseum is a very large entertainment center, based on the appeal of watching two super powered contestants eviscerate each other. The justifications for this travesty, being that most see the enhanced as inhuman. Therefore their lives aren’t worth that of normal humans. The Colosseum is an intricate system, designed to keep the citizens of Dominus safe from the so-called dangerous radicals that lay within. The entire building emits the same signal as a transceiver, shutting down the part of the brain that controls the enhanced workers abilities, with the exception of the arena of course. The holding block is the place where all of the arena fighters are held. Their cells are specially designed for their abilities. They do have the ability to speak to each-other, if their behavior is on par. The Colosseum is very similar to a pre-virus baseball game, except with a bloody battle instead of a good spirited game. They have stands of cheering crowds, even snack vendors. There are children and families just like any other sporting event. The arena is filled with artificial sand to simulate the feeling of being in Ancient Rome. The seating is much like any stadium, with seating clusters, and stairways dividing them. And of course, a military grade electromagnetic barrier surrounds the arena to protect onlookers from the terrorists who provide their entertainment.
General Information
In this roleplay you have a choice between The Knights of Sovereign or an enhanced worker. This roleplay will follow the slave uprising of Dominus City. It will begin in the Dominus Colosseum where many Knights of Sovereign are stationed and many enhanced workers are imprisoned.
Character Template
You don't have to use this template just make sure to involve everything mentioned.
Appearance: (Pictures are aloud but they must be accompanied by a description)
Serial Number:
Name:
Physical Age:
Chronological Age:
Employment: (Your character's previous or current employment.)
Gender:
Sexuality:
Model:
Ability: (Must have a practical usage in your employment.) only 1 per character
Strengths:
Personality: (I'd like at least 3 sentences)
Weakness:
Weapons/Equipment: (Leave blank if you are an enhanced worker.)
Clothing/Armor: (Leave blank if you are an enhanced worker.)
Role: (Not necessary only if you have chosen one of the official roles.)
Reason for being in the Colosseum:
Bio/History:(I'd like a good amount of information)
Roles
Rebellion leader: Taken by gururumon916
Knights of Sovereign Colosseum Division Commander: Open
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Luther walked down a narrow hallway. It was littered with different holding cells, varying in size and comfort depending on those who reside in it's prowess in the arena. He saw the faces some sad, some proud, he felt sorry for both. The guard that escorted him blankly said "we're here." They both halted, the guard turned his back for a second to defuse the cell's electromagnetic barrier. He considered for a moment attempting to escape. But he quickly threw these ideas aside, as he was to weak from the side effects of ability loss. As the guard finally managed to enter the correct code, he attempted to grab Luther and forcibly put him in. But Luther simply walked in, the guard seemed almost angered by this, but just initiated the barrier and walked away.
He shared the cramped cell with seven other convicts. Some sat against the walls that separated the cells, some laid on the mats people took turns sleeping on, two even sat at the entrance to the cell, enviously staring at those with better living condition. As this was the cell for new arrivals, everyone was experiencing the same crippling fatigue that plagued him. It would be a few days before they're body was used to not having their abilities. He looked at all of them so downtrodden, so weak. The feeling was so strong he almost felt self-pity, but he refused to sink to those levels. He walked over to an enhanced that was obviously recently born. He leaned against the wall next to him and slid down exhaling as he sled, and he sat pondering how he would escape from this death camp.
He shared the cramped cell with seven other convicts. Some sat against the walls that separated the cells, some laid on the mats people took turns sleeping on, two even sat at the entrance to the cell, enviously staring at those with better living condition. As this was the cell for new arrivals, everyone was experiencing the same crippling fatigue that plagued him. It would be a few days before they're body was used to not having their abilities. He looked at all of them so downtrodden, so weak. The feeling was so strong he almost felt self-pity, but he refused to sink to those levels. He walked over to an enhanced that was obviously recently born. He leaned against the wall next to him and slid down exhaling as he sled, and he sat pondering how he would escape from this death camp.
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Enhanced worker UTLO006431 walked largely unhindered down the cold, narrow hallway at a pace that suggested she was off to do something important. She passed a number of guards, many of them Knights of the Sovereign in disguise, all of whom looked as though they were about to attempt an approximation of a rugby tackle on this apparent stray before she held up the thin strip of paper that gave her some small freedom. It was a pass given to her by Dr. Thete before her recent departure to the Colosseum, H8 thankful that the arrogant cretin had remembered. She had calculated from the things she had observed of him over the past moments of social interactivity she had been permitted to retain that it was more probable that he would simply send her there without one and allow the guards to do as they wished. The slave pushed these thoughts to the back of her mind, still formidable even without the superhuman abilities that she was created with, and noted how... Odd, it felt to be without them and even more so that she had little true cognitive work to do. For all of her 5 years that she could recall she had not found one moment when her mind was not forced to work like a computer for her human masters and now she was faced only with collecting data. Though the sample size of enhanced workers to analyse and relay results from was large it nonetheless was far easier than what she normally would do in the tiny, busy laboratories she was normally stationed in.
CAS kept her eyes on the floor ahead of her, avoiding meeting the gaze of the prisoners housed around her waiting to kill or be kill for the enjoyment of a blood thirsty crowd. Though she knew she should not allow emotional responses to affect her, they had no use in her functioning and it was not the place of a even an organic machine to have an opinion, she could not help but feel pity and sadness for them. It was such a waste of life, life being a truly miraculous thing in her mind, and its purpose so barbaric it was difficult not to wonder if she should try to help them, even running through a few possible courses of action to that effect quickly. H8 finally reached her destination, a cell designed for the holding of new arrivals before their specialized cells were prepared if they would even survive that long, this holding a low probability after a disconcertingly slow calculation. She began to hum a tune, an old song called Us and Them by a band known as Pink Floyd, it distracted her from these feelings and seemed appropriate as she activated a computer panel adjacent to the cell. H8 began the preliminary scan of the occupants, scratching a little at the skin around one of the nodes on her head. They were reminder of her position in the place, a reminder that she would never be considered equal to any of those defined as 'human'; a term she noted was often too vague and misconstrued to give any weight in her opinion.
CAS kept her eyes on the floor ahead of her, avoiding meeting the gaze of the prisoners housed around her waiting to kill or be kill for the enjoyment of a blood thirsty crowd. Though she knew she should not allow emotional responses to affect her, they had no use in her functioning and it was not the place of a even an organic machine to have an opinion, she could not help but feel pity and sadness for them. It was such a waste of life, life being a truly miraculous thing in her mind, and its purpose so barbaric it was difficult not to wonder if she should try to help them, even running through a few possible courses of action to that effect quickly. H8 finally reached her destination, a cell designed for the holding of new arrivals before their specialized cells were prepared if they would even survive that long, this holding a low probability after a disconcertingly slow calculation. She began to hum a tune, an old song called Us and Them by a band known as Pink Floyd, it distracted her from these feelings and seemed appropriate as she activated a computer panel adjacent to the cell. H8 began the preliminary scan of the occupants, scratching a little at the skin around one of the nodes on her head. They were reminder of her position in the place, a reminder that she would never be considered equal to any of those defined as 'human'; a term she noted was often too vague and misconstrued to give any weight in her opinion.
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James shook his head at the look the guards were giving CAS “Get back to work you lot… or I’ll might be inclined to ensure you all remember why I’m called the Hand of Death” He said releasing a cloud of smoke into the air as he stood up from where he had been laying down. He brushed his hair down lightly taking out a small mirror to check his slightly pointed teeth. He fixed his collar and ensured his clothing was straight and free of wrinkles before walking up behind CAS. “Don’t let those mindless fools bother you mam. Their brainwashed to believe in human superiority… and their to weak willed to realize how flawed that belief is.” He said flourishing his hand as he bowed he glanced to the new arrivals. “Oh… yes… um that feeling brought on by the power inhibitors goes away quickly enough once you calm yourselves its more of the shock and fear brought on by feeling as if your missing part of you. Deep breaths help… and anything that helps calm yourself.” He leaned against the one of the walls idly playing with his lighter.
ZAR quietly watched everything happening in the halls. The new arrivals, the girl, the guards… to the dust slowly settling on the floor. The metal circlet which rested atop his head had hundreds of wires running down and sliding into his skin. This was to prevent the use of his powers… as the normal means seemed not to work as well on him as it did the others. He walked up to the solid glass wall pressing his hand against it, on the exact opposite side of it was three layers of shielding, the basic electromagnetic, followed by a screen of high density radio waves, and lastly a barrier of pure electricity. All these barriers ran behind the walls, under the floor, and above the roof of his cell. Two guards stood in front at all times… Sovereign decided not to take chances with him… he had survived all their fail safes before.
ZAR quietly watched everything happening in the halls. The new arrivals, the girl, the guards… to the dust slowly settling on the floor. The metal circlet which rested atop his head had hundreds of wires running down and sliding into his skin. This was to prevent the use of his powers… as the normal means seemed not to work as well on him as it did the others. He walked up to the solid glass wall pressing his hand against it, on the exact opposite side of it was three layers of shielding, the basic electromagnetic, followed by a screen of high density radio waves, and lastly a barrier of pure electricity. All these barriers ran behind the walls, under the floor, and above the roof of his cell. Two guards stood in front at all times… Sovereign decided not to take chances with him… he had survived all their fail safes before.
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H8 heard someone threatening the guards whom were suspicious of her, with the one reprimanding them apparently known as the 'Hand of Death' and ignored it though rolling her eyes. She continued monitoring the scan's progress and the data obtained so far with careful attention, hearing someone walking up behind her. The same voice from before spoke to her, she showing no physical reaction other than to briefly turn around to observe him. From his clothing and manner she hypothesized he was a Knight of the Sovereign and likely even a high ranking one but resumed her work, “Don’t let those mindless fools bother you mam." "I haven't been..." She said quietly in a matter-of-fact tone as he continued, condemning them for a belief that was his job to impose this on them in the most unnecessarily cruel ways possible. H8 felt like pointing this out to him but relented, deeming this to be an unwise course of action and not worth the risk. However she couldn't help but to scoff audibly as the 'Hand of Death' attempted to reassure the enhanced workers whose murders he would no doubt oversee. She sighed, shaking her head and did not look up from the screen before her but simply resumed humming the song. She hoped this man did not hear her scoffing him, her careless mouth had already managed to get her sent here and CAS dared not risk a greater consequence.
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Enhanced Worker ICS-1286-5479-1830 shivered a little as he walked in the dim hallways that ran endlessly throughout the bowls of the Colosseum. Was this what the real Colosseum in Ancient Rome felt like? There wasn't much of a difference. Slaves and animals were imprisoned until they were released to fight to the death for a blood-thirsty crowd. The only aspect worth noting was the fact that his enhanced abilities were nullified, making him feel slightly ill. Not that he would need his enhanced abilities to learn the lesson he was supposed to learn in this place. This place contained relatively few scraps of information compared to the vast databases he was tasked to preserve, improve, and make more easily accessible to those that did not have same abilities as himself.
He was thankful for the pass the Head Librarian gave him. It kept the guards, a few of which were probably Knights of Sovereign, from imprisoning him or worse. He shivered at the thought. He glanced at the enhanced workers in the cells he passed, feeling a profound sense of pity wash through him. Whatever the meaning of their lives was, it wasn't this. He approached the cell containing new arrivals, surprised slightly to find two other people standing there, one analyzing data and the other standing there lazily. Nevertheless, as he took in the panicked and despairing faces of some of the new arrivals, he remembered something said about the Colosseum in Ancient Rome.
"Monuments of murder, how poor the thoughts, how mean the memories ye awaken," he murmured as he approached the cell.
He was thankful for the pass the Head Librarian gave him. It kept the guards, a few of which were probably Knights of Sovereign, from imprisoning him or worse. He shivered at the thought. He glanced at the enhanced workers in the cells he passed, feeling a profound sense of pity wash through him. Whatever the meaning of their lives was, it wasn't this. He approached the cell containing new arrivals, surprised slightly to find two other people standing there, one analyzing data and the other standing there lazily. Nevertheless, as he took in the panicked and despairing faces of some of the new arrivals, he remembered something said about the Colosseum in Ancient Rome.
"Monuments of murder, how poor the thoughts, how mean the memories ye awaken," he murmured as he approached the cell.
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James sighed when she said they hadn’t been bothering her… he didn’t quite like her tone and some of the guards might even have beaten her for it but that wasn’t like him. He raised a brow as she scoffed at his words to the new arrivals. “So… the prejudices go full circle… just because I’m not in a cage means I’m out to kill and maim every thing that is?” He said shaking his head walking away. “I thought workers were the better men… but in the end the masses are just born to hate one another… I guess you enjoy your work, hate every guard and staff here, and find these people in cages no more then beneath human then… seeing as were complete opposites…” He turned the corner going to his small office and leaning back in his chair. Guards didn’t understand him… humans didn’t understand him… and even the enhanced didn’t understand him… sometimes he simply felt out of place… seeing everyone as an equal… and some as superiors… those who believe much like him…
ZAR quietly began to murmuring as his eyes continued to watch the hallway. He quietly thought of these creatures… locked in cages. One day he would… bring forth his direction… kill the virus he had identified as man. For one day… they would make a mistake… and he would be once more free… free to cleanse this place of this vile plague.
ZAR quietly began to murmuring as his eyes continued to watch the hallway. He quietly thought of these creatures… locked in cages. One day he would… bring forth his direction… kill the virus he had identified as man. For one day… they would make a mistake… and he would be once more free… free to cleanse this place of this vile plague.
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Amalia sighed to herself. She'd awoken that very morning with the feeling that this was going to be one of those long days... and so far nothing had been so kind as to prove her wrong. Karash shot her a look, and she flashed a reassuring smile, telling him without words not to worry on her account. It was just... the poor rank-and-file who'd been put in charge of feeding the prisoners was afraid for his life, enough so to come to his Captain about it, and she wasn't going to force him to continue the task if he truly didn't think he could handle it.
Which meant, that at least for now, she'd be handling it herself. If she wished to have it reassigned to someone else, she'd have to go a few ranks up, and doubtless those people would not be particularly happy to deal with such a small matter. Ah well, it was not as though she herself generally feared the prisoners; caution was certainly advisable with a few, but for the most part seeing them just made her heartsick. Her own emotions would not stop her from making sure they were fed, though, and that was why she and Karash were presently burdened down with carts of food and water. At a little cajoling from the youngest officer at the Colosseum, the cook had been happy to provide just about anything she asked for, and as a result the meals were a little better today than they usually be.
Entering the Western Cell Block, Amalia was surprised to discover that it was unusually occupied. Besides the prisoners (who were normally far too may to a cell anyway) and the standard regiment of guards, both the Lieutenant and the visiting woman scientist were here also, plus someone she didn't recognize. The scientist was understandable enough; if data-collection were her job, then she'd need to go to it, but...
"Lieutenant," Amalia acknowledged with a salute, made slightly difficult by the sheer volume of things she was contending with. But she wasn't one to violate respect protocols, and thus it was necessary. Nodding to the woman (though she was not sure if she had even noticed her entrance), she began the arduous process of food distribution. Arduous, simply because each cell had to have its barrier momentarily disabled to allow her entrance, and then re-enabled when she left. Luckily, most of these cells were pretty standard, but there were a few top-security ones as well. The worst of these, the one holding the person they called ZAR, was the first, simply because it would take the longest to deal with.
Accepting the rations and water from Karash, Amalia watched as the electromagnetic field, the last of the defenses to fall, was disabled. Technically, he could choose to attempt escape now, but that horrifying contraption they had attached to his head would probably make that difficult. She suppressed the shiver that ran down her spine at the sight of it. A cruel-looking device; she tried to reassure herself that it would never be used unless he tried to run. Never once did it cross her mind that someone might actually enjoy using it to hurt the man contained, but in reality this was a possibility.
The young woman moved with the sort of slow fluidity that generally made her seem the furthest thing from a threat, which was largely true, at least comparatively. Many of these prisoners would have seen her in the injury ward at some point as well, given her cover as a nurse, but there was still no reason to be careless. Setting the rations down, she offered a small dip of her head in acknowledgment, and exited the cell backwards, so that her eyes would not leave the person within.
This pattern would continue down the line of cells until she reached the largest, lowest-security one, also the one with the most prisoners. Here, she would look to Karash for assistance, and the large furred man would simply take up a number of plates himself and follow her in. At least one of these faces was new, she noted. Unlike most, Amalia kept track of who came and went from this place, and knew an unfamiliar face when she saw one. As always, she felt compelled to say something, and looked at the man as if to speak, but the words died on her lips, and she shook her head slowly to herself. What was she supposed to say, anyway? Welcome? Good day to you? Anything that would have applied to other situations was utterly inappropriate here, and she retreated once more out the door.
Which meant, that at least for now, she'd be handling it herself. If she wished to have it reassigned to someone else, she'd have to go a few ranks up, and doubtless those people would not be particularly happy to deal with such a small matter. Ah well, it was not as though she herself generally feared the prisoners; caution was certainly advisable with a few, but for the most part seeing them just made her heartsick. Her own emotions would not stop her from making sure they were fed, though, and that was why she and Karash were presently burdened down with carts of food and water. At a little cajoling from the youngest officer at the Colosseum, the cook had been happy to provide just about anything she asked for, and as a result the meals were a little better today than they usually be.
Entering the Western Cell Block, Amalia was surprised to discover that it was unusually occupied. Besides the prisoners (who were normally far too may to a cell anyway) and the standard regiment of guards, both the Lieutenant and the visiting woman scientist were here also, plus someone she didn't recognize. The scientist was understandable enough; if data-collection were her job, then she'd need to go to it, but...
"Lieutenant," Amalia acknowledged with a salute, made slightly difficult by the sheer volume of things she was contending with. But she wasn't one to violate respect protocols, and thus it was necessary. Nodding to the woman (though she was not sure if she had even noticed her entrance), she began the arduous process of food distribution. Arduous, simply because each cell had to have its barrier momentarily disabled to allow her entrance, and then re-enabled when she left. Luckily, most of these cells were pretty standard, but there were a few top-security ones as well. The worst of these, the one holding the person they called ZAR, was the first, simply because it would take the longest to deal with.
Accepting the rations and water from Karash, Amalia watched as the electromagnetic field, the last of the defenses to fall, was disabled. Technically, he could choose to attempt escape now, but that horrifying contraption they had attached to his head would probably make that difficult. She suppressed the shiver that ran down her spine at the sight of it. A cruel-looking device; she tried to reassure herself that it would never be used unless he tried to run. Never once did it cross her mind that someone might actually enjoy using it to hurt the man contained, but in reality this was a possibility.
The young woman moved with the sort of slow fluidity that generally made her seem the furthest thing from a threat, which was largely true, at least comparatively. Many of these prisoners would have seen her in the injury ward at some point as well, given her cover as a nurse, but there was still no reason to be careless. Setting the rations down, she offered a small dip of her head in acknowledgment, and exited the cell backwards, so that her eyes would not leave the person within.
This pattern would continue down the line of cells until she reached the largest, lowest-security one, also the one with the most prisoners. Here, she would look to Karash for assistance, and the large furred man would simply take up a number of plates himself and follow her in. At least one of these faces was new, she noted. Unlike most, Amalia kept track of who came and went from this place, and knew an unfamiliar face when she saw one. As always, she felt compelled to say something, and looked at the man as if to speak, but the words died on her lips, and she shook her head slowly to herself. What was she supposed to say, anyway? Welcome? Good day to you? Anything that would have applied to other situations was utterly inappropriate here, and she retreated once more out the door.
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As the Knight began to walk away to towards his office she felt a deep sorrow and anger grow within her that stopped her humming, he believed that she was prejudiced. This alone was a great insult, she had be trained as a scientist never to be prejudiced as it clouds your judgments in experiments and in this case her assumptions about the Hand of Death were simply due to observations of his occupation. This was the reason she gave herself but she knew it was because he thought she felt those in the cages were lesser than her; that any were greater or lesser than her feeble arrangement of atoms. Unable to contain her opinions any longer she turned suddenly to the man as he was nearly at the door to his office, she reasoned this would merely be a clarification of her previous wordless comment, "We are all equal; Divide our atoms and when the radioactive dust settles there will be no distinctions between them..." She said clearly, just loud enough for him to hear with her tone obviously attempting to be cold but underlying fury could be heard, "The classifications we impose on one another are nothing but illusions; They are without real substance... However actions are of more note and one cannot deny your participation here." H8 finished, a flash of anger crossed her cool dark eyes before regaining her emotionless composure and returning to the screen in silence. The scan was complete and she began downloading it to a data pad, preparing equipment for a blood and tissue sample of the cell occupants. She heard another few people enter the hallway but ignored them, resuming her sad humming.
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Lao blinked a bit when a woman saw him. By the looks of her and the fact she was delivering food and water, she seemed to be nurse or caretaker rather than a guard. Before he could say anything, however, she left quickly. He turned his attention to the other girl and what seemed to be a Knight, listening with interest at the short discussion about prejudice and equality. He smiled a little. There were few people that pondered such questions. He approached girl by the cage and nodded at her.
"You speak the truth. All sentient life is equal," he told her, voicing one of the first conclusions he made after rejecting the Programming. He frowned, however, "Nevertheless, such talk is not permitted. Everything from the collars around our necks to the building we are in are testaments to that."
He looked over at the imprisoned workers sadly, "I asked a question and was sent here for an answer. But I do not see an answer. There are so many questions in this world."
"You speak the truth. All sentient life is equal," he told her, voicing one of the first conclusions he made after rejecting the Programming. He frowned, however, "Nevertheless, such talk is not permitted. Everything from the collars around our necks to the building we are in are testaments to that."
He looked over at the imprisoned workers sadly, "I asked a question and was sent here for an answer. But I do not see an answer. There are so many questions in this world."
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The conversation that took place behind her was a bit of an oddity, she had to admit, and though she was already halfway to the door, Amalia paused in her steps, contemplative. Was everyone really equal? Theoretically, she believed this to be the case. Everyone, as she saw it, bled the same way, and everyone could feel rage or hate or compassion. But equality as beings did not amount to equality of treatment, and the way she saw it, that was the kind that mattered. As long as there were people inside those cells, all such discussions were mere platitudes, whispers meant to calm crying children in the dark.
She shouldn't care. She was one of the privileged ones, and she should be glad of it and think no more on matters that did not involve her work. This, she had been told, often enough. Those who trained her class of Knights really believed that they were superior somehow. Truly, all that separated her from the poor wretches in these cages was a collar and some intangible thing called 'status.' How she hated this place. At least outside, everyone breathed the same air, even if that was but the tiniest measure of justice, and not enough. Here, the air about the cages was stagnant, choking, and not at all the same.
She turned and faced the two that were still talking. "I know not where you came from," she said gently, but her voice carried across the silence all the same, "but here, there are always eyes, always ears." Her glance flicked to a few of the guards, men she knew had a fondness for putting down any form of insurrection, however slight. "One must learn to be careful with one's words." Her face softened from passive neutrality into something not quite identifiable, and this time she left the hallway itself without stopping. She hoped they would take her words for their true meaning and not see them as a threat, but a warning.
"You shouldn't have said that," rumbled the bass tone from behind her. There was the barest trace of disapproval in it, which strangely just made Amalia smile.
"I know, Karash, but it would not be right for an unguarded tongue to condemn someone who did not know it would." The restrictions on what might be safely said within the Colosseum were tighter even than those in Sovereign buildings on the outside. She just hoped her own words would go unnoticed by those who might care. Even the Knights were not immune to scrutiny, here.
She shouldn't care. She was one of the privileged ones, and she should be glad of it and think no more on matters that did not involve her work. This, she had been told, often enough. Those who trained her class of Knights really believed that they were superior somehow. Truly, all that separated her from the poor wretches in these cages was a collar and some intangible thing called 'status.' How she hated this place. At least outside, everyone breathed the same air, even if that was but the tiniest measure of justice, and not enough. Here, the air about the cages was stagnant, choking, and not at all the same.
She turned and faced the two that were still talking. "I know not where you came from," she said gently, but her voice carried across the silence all the same, "but here, there are always eyes, always ears." Her glance flicked to a few of the guards, men she knew had a fondness for putting down any form of insurrection, however slight. "One must learn to be careful with one's words." Her face softened from passive neutrality into something not quite identifiable, and this time she left the hallway itself without stopping. She hoped they would take her words for their true meaning and not see them as a threat, but a warning.
"You shouldn't have said that," rumbled the bass tone from behind her. There was the barest trace of disapproval in it, which strangely just made Amalia smile.
"I know, Karash, but it would not be right for an unguarded tongue to condemn someone who did not know it would." The restrictions on what might be safely said within the Colosseum were tighter even than those in Sovereign buildings on the outside. She just hoped her own words would go unnoticed by those who might care. Even the Knights were not immune to scrutiny, here.
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McGregor let his heels send distorted echoes down the narrow, hard and twisting corridors of the Colosseum. His pace was brisk, upper body stiff. As he approached the station of cells and offices he slowed, held his hands behind his back and took a look around. “So much to do today...” he mused to himself. As he passed a particular cell he turned his head, looking past the saluting guards, and gave a toothy smile. “Good morning, ZAR,” he cooed, and kept on.
A quick survey of the temporary cell formed a checklist in his head. Ten guests pending process: two special circumstances. The show would be starting in an hour, and there was much to prepare. The thought roused an exasperated sigh from his chest, but the neutral grin remained attached to his face.
Consulting a small leather notepad from an inside pocket, McGregor quickly stepped past another guard outside the temporary cell and addressed the occupants within. “Serial U-T-L-O-0-0-6-4-3-1; serial I-C-S-1-2-8-6-5-4-7-9-1-8-3-0. Please approach the bars.”
A quick survey of the temporary cell formed a checklist in his head. Ten guests pending process: two special circumstances. The show would be starting in an hour, and there was much to prepare. The thought roused an exasperated sigh from his chest, but the neutral grin remained attached to his face.
Consulting a small leather notepad from an inside pocket, McGregor quickly stepped past another guard outside the temporary cell and addressed the occupants within. “Serial U-T-L-O-0-0-6-4-3-1; serial I-C-S-1-2-8-6-5-4-7-9-1-8-3-0. Please approach the bars.”
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Gabriel shielded his eyes as he stepped out into the sunlight from the government vehicle that had transported him. He could see that they had arrived at the coliseum, his new home for the next year and a half. He subconsciously began to rub his wrists; the handcuffs he was forced to wear were beginning to irritate the skin. Because this was the first time he had been truly out in the open since the beginning of his trial, Gabriel instinctively stretched his wings. A sharp glare from his armed escort made him quickly retract them.
Without saying a word, the guard accompanying him led him, at gunpoint towards the main building of the complex. Gabriel was nervous: he had heard that all of Dominus' most dangerous criminals and terrorists were kept in the coliseum. What had the judge been thinking when he sent a seventeen year old boy here?
It wasn't long before they crossed the threshold, and Gabriel immediately noticed that something was wrong. He tried to move his fifth and sixth limbs, but had no success. They weren't responding at all!
Before he could say anything, the guard behind him laughed. "Don't even try, kid," he chuckled, pushing Gabriel forward with the butt of his gun. "The building cuts off all access to your abilities. Have fun lugging those dead weights around!" He cut off when they entered the cell hallway, worried that his superiors might hear him. They soon approached an ordinary cell with about seven or eight people in it. In addition to them, there were several people grouped outside the small room. "You'll be staying here for now."
Gabriel knew better than to argue. He had often learned the hard way that not all people were as forgiving as his mistresses. When the electromagnetic shield went down, Gabriel entered, doing his best to avoid the glances of an other people nearby. The buzzing of the barrier soon resumed, and Gabriel went to sit down against a relatively empty patch of wall. He immediately curled up into a ball and tried to forget his surroundings.
Only one and a half years, he thought. I can make it, right?
Without saying a word, the guard accompanying him led him, at gunpoint towards the main building of the complex. Gabriel was nervous: he had heard that all of Dominus' most dangerous criminals and terrorists were kept in the coliseum. What had the judge been thinking when he sent a seventeen year old boy here?
It wasn't long before they crossed the threshold, and Gabriel immediately noticed that something was wrong. He tried to move his fifth and sixth limbs, but had no success. They weren't responding at all!
Before he could say anything, the guard behind him laughed. "Don't even try, kid," he chuckled, pushing Gabriel forward with the butt of his gun. "The building cuts off all access to your abilities. Have fun lugging those dead weights around!" He cut off when they entered the cell hallway, worried that his superiors might hear him. They soon approached an ordinary cell with about seven or eight people in it. In addition to them, there were several people grouped outside the small room. "You'll be staying here for now."
Gabriel knew better than to argue. He had often learned the hard way that not all people were as forgiving as his mistresses. When the electromagnetic shield went down, Gabriel entered, doing his best to avoid the glances of an other people nearby. The buzzing of the barrier soon resumed, and Gabriel went to sit down against a relatively empty patch of wall. He immediately curled up into a ball and tried to forget his surroundings.
Only one and a half years, he thought. I can make it, right?
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Lao frowned when he heard the warning from the nurse. He nodded, cursing himself for not paying attention to his surroundings. It was a weakness of his. Whenever he became focused on a thought, he forgot where he was. He was about to respond when he heard someone state his serial number and he stiffened automatically. He was conditioned to answer to that, however, and he approached the bars dutifully.
"Yes sir?" he asked, adopting the typical cold, obedient facade he wore when addressing his superiors or normal humans that entered Central Library.
"Yes sir?" he asked, adopting the typical cold, obedient facade he wore when addressing his superiors or normal humans that entered Central Library.
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ZAR eyed McGregor as he walked by his cage. “Don’t be so full of yourself… your behind a cage after all… and I’m as free as a bird.” He let forth a ear piercingly shrill cackle. “No matter how much you struggle… squirm… your always beneath someone’s boot commander… even in this cage I have more freedom then you or any other man…”
James stopped at her words. “Maybe you do understand more then you let on… but do not judge me by my job… I highly doubt half these people and probably you as well chose their jobs… we who are seen as privlaged aren’t exactly given a choice either…” He stopped as McGregor walked in. “Greetings Commander”
James stopped at her words. “Maybe you do understand more then you let on… but do not judge me by my job… I highly doubt half these people and probably you as well chose their jobs… we who are seen as privlaged aren’t exactly given a choice either…” He stopped as McGregor walked in. “Greetings Commander”
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The enhanced beside which Luther sat raised his head. His neck remained limp and it almost seemed an effort for him to lift his head just so that it could slump in Luther's general direction. The workers eyes having a pure gray iris and apparently no pupil, yet they focused on Luther nonetheless. There was a soft whir as the incarcerated worker scooted up the wall a little. His right arm was robotic, entirely. On occasion yellow lights coursed across the framework of the arm. The cyborg just stared at it's new cellmate for a moment before speaking.
"How are you special?" he asked in a dry monotone. Almost with a child's voice and with a hint of curiosity but it was just that, a hint. It was even worth wondering if this cyborg was interested in it's cellmates abilities or circumstances. It certainly didn't show on it's face but that was common of most organic computers.
"How are you special?" he asked in a dry monotone. Almost with a child's voice and with a hint of curiosity but it was just that, a hint. It was even worth wondering if this cyborg was interested in it's cellmates abilities or circumstances. It certainly didn't show on it's face but that was common of most organic computers.
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Luther had dosed off while in deep thought. He had an odd habit of sleeping while sitting up right. He sat silently asleep until a somewhat eerie voice woke him. His head shot up, his eyes were alert "huh, what?!" he said with a confused look on his face. He looked over at the previously vacant looking enhanced, and his face calmed. "Oh, I'm a molder, first class, or i guess now I'm a traitor, first class." He examined this odd looking character, and realized he was talking to one of the living computers. This was a rarity amongst the enhanced community, he thought this man, more or less could be very useful. He put out his hand and smiled "Luther, serial code ETQL961005, may I ask your name my friend."
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Michael's eyes flicked down at the open-palmed gesture of greeting and flinched a little as if preparing for a fight. This was only a split second reaction though he returned back to normal a moment later, gazing contemplatively at Luther's outstretched hand. The computer stretched it's hand out as well accept instead of taking Luther's hand he just held his hand a few inches from Luther's. His robotic palm facing the molder's palm. For a brief moment the computer's eyes rolled back in his head and then came back.
"Reference name: Michael. Serial code TRKL700624. Model: standard. Genus: Organic Computer." The frail being twitched some, his neck popping as he uttered two incomprehensible syllables. Though with Luther's understanding of multiple languages he would hear something that sounded like a mix between four tongues. Spanish, Hebrew, Finnish, and some dead language. From what Luther could pick up it sounded like he said the word 'three' and 'zero.' But the spasm didn't phase the computer, it just went back to focusing on Luther.
"Each cell is barred with several different barriers. In addition to obedience collars and nullification devices spread throughout the complex, the coliseum is staffed with over 500 guards, not including Sovereign Knights." He spoke in a voice that was not monotone but more like he was selling or advertising something. It was a voice that didn't seem to belong to the individual Luther was talking with. But after this 'sales pitch' he spoke in the original dry tone. "How do you plan on escaping?"
"Reference name: Michael. Serial code TRKL700624. Model: standard. Genus: Organic Computer." The frail being twitched some, his neck popping as he uttered two incomprehensible syllables. Though with Luther's understanding of multiple languages he would hear something that sounded like a mix between four tongues. Spanish, Hebrew, Finnish, and some dead language. From what Luther could pick up it sounded like he said the word 'three' and 'zero.' But the spasm didn't phase the computer, it just went back to focusing on Luther.
"Each cell is barred with several different barriers. In addition to obedience collars and nullification devices spread throughout the complex, the coliseum is staffed with over 500 guards, not including Sovereign Knights." He spoke in a voice that was not monotone but more like he was selling or advertising something. It was a voice that didn't seem to belong to the individual Luther was talking with. But after this 'sales pitch' he spoke in the original dry tone. "How do you plan on escaping?"
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"What measure is sentience? What makes it significant? Life is life..." H8 said to another speaking to her, more statements than questions she tucked the datapad back into her labcoat. She turned to face the enhanced worker that had addressed her, looking him over with a blank expression, "If there is no answer to be found then that is perhaps an answer in itself..." She suggested as he spoke of his asking questions and how it had led him here, it seemed he had asked the wrong thing to the wrong human. She listened to the woman warning them carefully, it was not something that was new to her; She new the surveillance systems that surrounded them were of a sophisticated design, not easily escaped. She knew she had acted illogically, however, and should not have reacted at all to any of these stimuli. In only a few days she would be taken to 'Room 101' for another routine memory wipe and these interactions would be gone leaving only the punishments that might ensue and no reason. CAS prepared a syringe and vial to take a blood sample from the first of those in cell, working efficiently when the Commander approached and called her serial number. Though reluctant to leave her work unfinished she walked to bars, devoid of expression or any visible emotion next to ICS-1286-5479-1830, "Yes, sir? I have not yet completed my analysis of the subjects..." H8 noted that two of them were whispering of escape plans, one of them she recognised as an advanced organic computer and so spoke loudly enough to cover their words though not suspiciously so. It would be significantly more likely for them to die here if they were discovered to be doing so, she calculated, and this was an undesirable outcome to her.
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Luther was surprised by Michael's outburst, but stayed silent most of the way through. When Michael arrived at his section about The Colosseum Luther's surprisal turned to intrigue. Although unlike Michael, he very well new talking like this would get both of them a quick death sentence in the arena. So he immediately played dumb "I wouldn't entertain any ideas of freedom my friend, there's no way out of here." He put his hands behind his head and leaned back against the wall. Of course what he said couldn't have been any farther from the truth The Colosseum had multiple flaws in it's security grid.
There was far to much reliance on the thought that having enhanced guards implanted made any escape attempt futile. This was almost true, But if one could move a small force to the armory without being realized by more than a small minority of Dominus's security force. They could then divide the arms amongst the fugitives and escape. But of course one would need the daily security code, the ability to take out the guards along the way, and a way to bypass multiple security checks some using iris and DNA verification systems. It may be easier to simply shut down the power grid for the building, thereby allowing all powers to be freely used and then just make a way out.
There was far to much reliance on the thought that having enhanced guards implanted made any escape attempt futile. This was almost true, But if one could move a small force to the armory without being realized by more than a small minority of Dominus's security force. They could then divide the arms amongst the fugitives and escape. But of course one would need the daily security code, the ability to take out the guards along the way, and a way to bypass multiple security checks some using iris and DNA verification systems. It may be easier to simply shut down the power grid for the building, thereby allowing all powers to be freely used and then just make a way out.
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Amalia made her way with light steps back to her office, or rather the cramped closet with a desk that passed for as much. She wasn't nearly high enough on the chain of command to have a proper abode here, and between herself, Karash, and the sparse furniture, the space would be lucky to accommodate another two people maximum.
At least it wasn't so near the cells as the Lieutenant's was. She didn't think she could take being so close to so much concentrated suffering for long enough to get any work done. Perhaps that was why she'd been sent here in the first place: to make sure she'd never want to disobey orders again if it meant she'd have to see all this.
But it's too late for that. You have seen, and you will never forget. Here, there, the suffering never ends, does it? And it is not only they that suffer, the ones in the cells. Amalia laid her head on her hands atop her desk, taking deep, calming breaths. That particular revelation, one that had been refusing to leave her for some time now, made nothing easier. There was still nothing she could do about it. Oh, part of her wished very much to burn this place down around the ears of anyone who thought it could be considered even remotely right. But what was she? Just one Knight, with one power, one friend. What could she hope to accomplish? No, better to stay here, ease suffering where she could.
And still she felt weak, useless. How she detested that feeling, and that appearance, especially in front of the ever-strong Karash. Karash, who followed her for some reason she could not decipher, ever present at her back like some massive, distorted shadow, a comforting presence for none, she suspected, save herself. "What do I do now?" she asked aloud, not really expecting her companion to respond.
There was a moment of silence, and just as she was contemplating getting up and going to check on the patients in the infirmary, a response broke the lull. "You do what you wish," Karash rumbled simply, but for some reason the words struck her as important.
The question is, what do I wish?
At least it wasn't so near the cells as the Lieutenant's was. She didn't think she could take being so close to so much concentrated suffering for long enough to get any work done. Perhaps that was why she'd been sent here in the first place: to make sure she'd never want to disobey orders again if it meant she'd have to see all this.
But it's too late for that. You have seen, and you will never forget. Here, there, the suffering never ends, does it? And it is not only they that suffer, the ones in the cells. Amalia laid her head on her hands atop her desk, taking deep, calming breaths. That particular revelation, one that had been refusing to leave her for some time now, made nothing easier. There was still nothing she could do about it. Oh, part of her wished very much to burn this place down around the ears of anyone who thought it could be considered even remotely right. But what was she? Just one Knight, with one power, one friend. What could she hope to accomplish? No, better to stay here, ease suffering where she could.
And still she felt weak, useless. How she detested that feeling, and that appearance, especially in front of the ever-strong Karash. Karash, who followed her for some reason she could not decipher, ever present at her back like some massive, distorted shadow, a comforting presence for none, she suspected, save herself. "What do I do now?" she asked aloud, not really expecting her companion to respond.
There was a moment of silence, and just as she was contemplating getting up and going to check on the patients in the infirmary, a response broke the lull. "You do what you wish," Karash rumbled simply, but for some reason the words struck her as important.
The question is, what do I wish?
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Michael's blank gaze flicked around a little bit as it examined different features of Luther when he spoke. His facial features and expression giving subtle clues to the fib. Michael paused, about to call him out for lying but then thinking that there must be a reason that Luther would want to disguise this information. Surveillance devices were everywhere, their conversation was being recorded most likely and Michael knew that dissent and attempts at disobedience were punished. Trying to escape the cells in which they were incarcerated could easily be considered disobedience. The computer looked around and one of his eyes acted independent of the other. One stared and the other zipped around as he thought of a way to carry on the conversation without stirring up suspicion.
He turned an eye back at Luther while facing his head away from the molder. "Hypothetically. Escape from the coliseum is impossible. Everyone knows that. But hypothetically." He said in his usual monotone. His sentences were broken and unflowing but that just seemed to be the computers manner of speaking.
He turned an eye back at Luther while facing his head away from the molder. "Hypothetically. Escape from the coliseum is impossible. Everyone knows that. But hypothetically." He said in his usual monotone. His sentences were broken and unflowing but that just seemed to be the computers manner of speaking.
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As McGregor Ignored the cackling from the heavily guarded cell behind him, the digital screen on the leather pad in his hand was scrolling through numbers and abbreviated case files. As the workers he had summoned approached the bars, he acknowledged them both with a nod, and one of them said, "Yes, sir? I have not yet completed my analysis of the subjects..."
“Yes, I understand,” McGregor said, waving his forearm near the bars, the chip in his sleeve unlocking and powering down a tiny door in the bars. “I must scan the passes issued to you. I know, bureaucracy, bureaucracy... But it’s simply a matter of security, you see, in order to avoid certain -” he paused, as if considering a word, “mishaps.” His smiling eyes stayed on Lao and H8, but he directed his voice to the side, towards the offices. “Liuetenant: Tell them what our motto is here,” he said, holding his free hand palm up just outside the open porthole.
“Yes, I understand,” McGregor said, waving his forearm near the bars, the chip in his sleeve unlocking and powering down a tiny door in the bars. “I must scan the passes issued to you. I know, bureaucracy, bureaucracy... But it’s simply a matter of security, you see, in order to avoid certain -” he paused, as if considering a word, “mishaps.” His smiling eyes stayed on Lao and H8, but he directed his voice to the side, towards the offices. “Liuetenant: Tell them what our motto is here,” he said, holding his free hand palm up just outside the open porthole.
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H8 nodded slightly, stony face still giving not a single insight into what she was thinking nor any emotions stirring and simply stuck her left hand into her labcoat pocket. She had a certain loathing for bureaucracy which may have seemed odd for someone essentially designed to be a human computer but in fact somewhat logical. It was inefficient, often purposeless and unnecessary therefore getting in the way of her research often as it did now. Keeping her inquisitive dark eyes on McGregor, the Commander of the Knights of the Sovereign assigned to the Colosseum she placed her pass on the hand reaching through the porthole. One could clearly she the burn scar on the back of her palm as she retracted her hand, her eyes did not belay her suspicion of this situation. It was odd and illogical for such a high ranking Knight to perform such a trivial task, it could have easily be completed by a lesser one of their Ranks and so she concluded that it was likely this visit had another, deeper purpose other than a security check and a reminder. CAS' eyes darted towards the apparent Lieutenant finding with admittedly little surprize that it was the 'Hand of Death', confirming her previous hypothesis and waiting for his response. She knew the motto and did not need to be reminded of it but any protest would be unlikely to favorable results for her, deciding to let things run their course for now and hope she would be able to complete her task shortly.
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Lao frowned at the man as he produced his own pass from his pocket and presented it to him. Here was a man that obviously enjoyed having power over people and abusing it as much as possible. This was why he rejected the Confucian notion that total obedience was to be given to the state. People in authority were all too often not the enlightened rulers that Confucius had imagined, but brutal and uncaring like this Commander.
He frowned a bit also when he saw H8's hand. It seemed that she had been injured recently. He rather hoped that it wasn't the result of a cruel master. He spoke quietly, "I do not think that is necessary, sir. The model of the Sovereign is repeated often. I do not think it is easily forgotten."
He frowned a bit also when he saw H8's hand. It seemed that she had been injured recently. He rather hoped that it wasn't the result of a cruel master. He spoke quietly, "I do not think that is necessary, sir. The model of the Sovereign is repeated often. I do not think it is easily forgotten."
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He cleared his throat standing at attention. “We few who defend the many against the tyranny of lawlessness. We who are the only shield against the evils below for the people above… wait… no that was the Eradication squad… which was… classified… um… never mind…. Uh I’m sorry sir what do you mean by our motto… Sovereign as a whole… the Knights… the Coliseum… the military… um… or um… non-existent other?” He looked around quickly. “I’m just going to shut up… “
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PROJECT: H.A.D.E.S
A slave who was thought ot be obsolete until something went horribly right.
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Re: [OOC] Ascension
Well this was fun while it lasted, so no chance of revival on this thing or has the creator himself buried the coffin on this thing?
Re: [OOC] Ascension
I would like it to be known that whenever someone details the events of the next time H8 ends up in 'room 101' I need to detail what will happen so don't go wiping H8's memory whenever that post comes about. ;) I've got a nice little surprise in store for any incoming memory-wipers.
Re: [OOC] Ascension
*coughs* Fanta would like you to know... "I heard that and that I'm not the only one who disappears at important points..."
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Yeah that's a basic thing about Fanta. She always dissapears when you need her most. But repays by spamming well thought out posts to catch up.
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I'll edit my own post when I can, but on another note.
Fanta will be unable to post due to computer/login issues if you wanted to know why she was inactive.
Fanta will be unable to post due to computer/login issues if you wanted to know why she was inactive.
Re: [OOC] Ascension
The reason why I dropped that block of text instead of leading it out is because I was and still am 99% sure this RP is on the verge of death/getting dangerously close so why not drop a big finale for it. Also jut because it's all in one post doesn't mean it's happening simulatenously. He can still react to it, he's not some dead corpse lying there he's a real living breathing person. That's why people can reply and sometimes cut others off mid sentence in RP's. The point is James is supposed to be a real human (Mutant thing) and every human reacts to things. My post, the basic fundamental of sadism in RP's, was that you cooperate and tag along.
Edit: But fine I'm cutting half the post away from the other half *grumbles and walks over to Ascension activity wih a machete*
Edit: But fine I'm cutting half the post away from the other half *grumbles and walks over to Ascension activity wih a machete*
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He himself isn’t that fast physically… his wires however move at the speed of light besides his wires he is pretty much an above average human, if you can get the drop on him, or deliver a decent blow he’s screwed as he is all offense. The reason he could strike through the barriers is his wires are made of energy, and thus if he applies a certain amount of energy into said wires he can pierce the fields though this also applies if someone can deliver a equal or greater amount of energy they could in fact disrupt his wires.
You should have broken it into two posts lead Jacob in more. As when its one post, especially one block of text its instantly implied that everything is happening right after each other. Breaking it into a first post and then a response means each thing is happening at a relative time. As a player to be a sadist you need to draw it out. You need to attempt to get the optimum amount of suffering or at least emotion from each action in which you wish to be a sadist in. When being a sadist on a role-play you can’t afford long posts that jump through interactions or it ruins the experience and effect.
As an answer to why a sadist wouldn’t use a gun.. Please refer to the most commonly known and most bad___ sadist in Gotham city and he whom is acting as your avatar the Joker… the joker used knifes for a reason… their much slower… using a gun you shoot someone… your going to end up killing them rather fast… a knife… you could deal a few thousand slits first… wouldn’t kill them… if its only skin deep… still going to hurt like ____.
You should have broken it into two posts lead Jacob in more. As when its one post, especially one block of text its instantly implied that everything is happening right after each other. Breaking it into a first post and then a response means each thing is happening at a relative time. As a player to be a sadist you need to draw it out. You need to attempt to get the optimum amount of suffering or at least emotion from each action in which you wish to be a sadist in. When being a sadist on a role-play you can’t afford long posts that jump through interactions or it ruins the experience and effect.
As an answer to why a sadist wouldn’t use a gun.. Please refer to the most commonly known and most bad___ sadist in Gotham city and he whom is acting as your avatar the Joker… the joker used knifes for a reason… their much slower… using a gun you shoot someone… your going to end up killing them rather fast… a knife… you could deal a few thousand slits first… wouldn’t kill them… if its only skin deep… still going to hurt like ____.
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Wh-wha-wait how does James even go through the electric barrier? Does his wires move faster then the barriers can be constantly sent up? Fighting him after and mid escape is going to be fucking impossible if he can move that fast (And have wires that sharp and strong) unless this is just Worf effect......
P.S: What about bullets? You said you have to take your time to deliver pain yet a bullet to the shoulder is fast and will give you a shit ton of pain. Then shoot him again in the other shoulder for more pain before he bleeds out.
P.S: What about bullets? You said you have to take your time to deliver pain yet a bullet to the shoulder is fast and will give you a shit ton of pain. Then shoot him again in the other shoulder for more pain before he bleeds out.
Re: [OOC] Ascension
That was the entire point of her flailing around a bit, it was for James to try and help her and then she would recoil away go to the corner and hiss at him. If that had happened like I expected you to post then it would have turned out alot more grim. She didn't say anything she just did things so I was hoping that I wouldn't have to god mod and just let James fill in the blanks otherwise what you said would require chat.
Edit: Thats also why she was a girl so that his Chivalry would kick in and try to help the girl causing ^ to happen.
Edit: Thats also why she was a girl so that his Chivalry would kick in and try to help the girl causing ^ to happen.
Re: [OOC] Ascension
Eh… HADES really isn’t that sadistic… if he was… he’d make him feel bad… or want to try and help the girl first… and then show him how helpless… how futile his attempts were… you toy with your prey first… and then you deliver the strike… your went directly for the strike. Sadists enjoy other’s pain… something quick… isn’t a good way to generate pain. You have to make sure it hurts them.
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Huh I guess I got a bit carried away with the Sadist part of H.A.D.E.S. oh well so long as James mind is fucked with enough i'll be happy.
Re: [OOC] Ascension
FantaBadger wrote:I've been a little busy with my real life actually for the past week or so...
It's fine. Real life is more important than roleplaying. :)
Re: [OOC] Ascension
Screw real life, all its done is force me to be hungry and limit my flight abilitys to plummeting slightly slower then a bowling ball.
Re: [OOC] Ascension
Well I’m waiting on Fanta who seems to be waiting for Guru who hasn’t been on for like twelve days…
Re: [OOC] Ascension
He has not logged on in seven days, presume he did not resist and for the sake of being able to continue with out him just say he fainted until Guru returns.
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I sure as hell hope not... It's bad enough having it blaring on the radio every five minutes in this time period! Speaking of time, our merciful GM hasn't posted in a while and I'm frankly getting a little annoyed being stuck waiting for his reply.