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Trapped Behind a Veil

Trapped Behind a Veil

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It's a post-apocalyptic world fifteen years after the devastation that left the country Netron in rubble. When an invention by the scientist Cziel made a shield that was to keep invaders out of the country killing millions of its own people.

2,198 readers have visited Trapped Behind a Veil since Sarifa created it.

Introduction

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Irmanu was a small Republic Island ruled by a powerful and rich upper class who made fortunes from controling the Black market weapon's trade in the eastern area's of Asia. The nation was established by thousands of criminals escaping from Australia while it was used as an English Prison Island. During World War 3 Irmanu made a considerable fortune selling high tech weaponry to all sides of the war and eventual the rich upperclass of Irmanu established Martial Law to gain complete dominance over the Island.
Mankind in its foolishness sparked a war no one was willing to lose... and so all at once mankind dealt a devastating blow to itself. However there was one government that had the last laugh for before the wars end they had constructed a plan Project Veil. A shield under which their civilization is now trapped their eternal guided cage. This government was quick to establish order through oppression, and now those who they have deemed more worthy live comfortable luxurious lives while those they deemed less fit work endlessly to fulfill the endless wants of their pampered lords. all the while the government grins wickedly as they rule what remains of mankind in the manner of a god. This is the world you have grown up in where those who are oppressed wish for a brighter future that few are willing to fight for, or a Government that claims total rule as the price for their efforts to save humanity.Conflict is inevitable... but what side shall rule the lands trapped under the veil?"

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Classes:
Formal- Vanguard- The Enforce-Infiltrators- Inquisitors
Informal- Kabal-Cranks- Mire- Anex

Vanguard is elite military force with abilities they track down Anex’s when the Inquisitors cannot and keep order to the city.
Enforce is the army they guard the walls and the gates to keep scum from the Sector 2 and 3 out.
Infilitrator is a spy for the military you will never know their true face.
Inquisitors arrest the less powered Anex’s and punish the citizens of Sectors 2 and 3 for breaking laws usually through whipping or a gunshot in the head.

Kabal are the main rebel forces fighting against the military to keep its people safe and take over the city
Cranks are a car and biker gang that has no loyalty to any other rebel group they are very territorial but will never turn down a good race.
Mire is very spiritual almost like a shaman. They are tranquil but won’t hesitate to knife you in the back if you are a threat. There is a chance of having a pet with them.
Anex have abilities but none of the training the Vanguards have. They usually fight in the pits for extra cash.
Culvt are former criminal Anex's they have code names based on their powers and are servants or bodyguards to most of Sector 1 residents.

Vanguard
Enabler- the suit will emit a constant field of energy waves that will soften incoming projectiles while stabling the user’s powers and energy output.
Has a slow contest healing ability mainly for internal wounds and simple things like bad eye sight and hearing. It cannot miraculously heal a bullet wound that would take days to a month depending on the wound.
If they use up all of their abilities in battle any weakness they had before gaining their powers will come back. Example: If you can walk and were crimple it would come back if you were blind and gained your eye sight back over time you would be blind again. But there is always cybernetics that brings you closer to death slower before your abilities come back if you can afford it.
Heat based bolt? Heated bolts are basically small concentrated balls of pressure and heat that can severely burn a body or even cause someone to be lit aflame briefly.
They have unique ability thanks to electo proton bomb created 15 years ago
They can sense other people with abilities nearby but are unable to pinpoint them.

Infiltrator
Blocker – The suit will emit a constant field of energy waves that will soften incoming projectiles
Cloaked - Changes appearance but it has to be someone you have touched skin while wearing the suit.
Hologram Projection shuriken - Remote control over a hologram to draw attention away from you can use audio and image or whichever you choose.
The Shocker – Allows the user to shocks the enemy with a long baton hit using the tips.
Spine Shooter- Darts on the spine of your suit to stun and distract they lay flat inside the suit until ready to shoot.
Wall Walker- Shoes that allow you to walk on walls.
Monomolecular heated wire – strongly bonded single strand made of carbon nanotubes capable of cutting and severing some smaller and less dense objects. It is not possible to cut someone’s head clean off.
Short burst laser- Short burst Laser means that the beam of heat and energy only lasts for a single second per shot unlike a continuous laser that moves like a stream continuously but the short burst does move very quickly (given that its light) and can do a lot of damage to a human body or a machine.

The Enforce
Tank- This suit will emit a constant field of energy waves that will soften incoming projectiles and weaken incoming energy attacks
Rail-gun -is an electrically powered electromagnetic projectile launcher only used against an army
Tear gas-For riot control
Heat based bolt? Heated bolts are basically small concentrated balls of pressure and heat that can severely burn a body or even cause someone to be lit aflame briefly.
Plasma burst -Plasma burst are liquid energy that can be superheated and can be fired like a flying glob of hot gunk.
Short burst laser- Short burst Laser means that the beam of heat and energy only lasts for a single second per shot unlike a continuous laser that moves like a stream continuously but the short burst does move very quickly (given that its light) and can do a lot of damage to a human body or a machine.

Inquisitors
Leather armor
Monomolecular heated wire – strongly bonded single strand made of carbon nanotubes capable of cutting and severing some smaller and less dense objects. It is not possible to cut someone’s head clean off.
Heat based bolt? Heated bolts are basically small concentrated balls of pressure and heat that can severely burn a body or even cause someone to be lit aflame briefly.

Kabal
Millwall brick is an improvised weapon made of a manipulated newspaper
Molotov cocktail is a breakable glass bottle containing a flammable substance.
Pipe bomb
Shiv is a slang term for any sharp or pointed implement used as a knife-like weapon
Improvised firearms : the zip guns and nail gun
Chainlock (improvised flail) is an improvised weapon which consists of a length of chain or strong cloth attached to a large lock or other piece of metal.
Stink bomb is a device designed to create an unpleasant smell. They range in effectiveness from simple pranks to riot control chemical agents can possibly incapacitate.
Smoke bomb, smoke ball, smoke canister
Blackjack/Sap is a small, easily concealed club consisting of a leather-wrapped lead weight attached to the end of a leather-wrapped coil spring or rigid shaft, with a lanyard or strap on the end opposite the weight.
Improvised explosive device, steel combs, pens, shoelaces used as a whip, flamethrower, and nail-bomb

Cranks
Multi-scrap plate armor- When the outer plate takes too much damage it falls off leaving you vulnerable
Hardly get out of they are cars and bikes they are highly wanted criminals and the only people in the slums with cars.
Car and /or bike weapon examples: decoy hologram, camouflage, smoke screens, oil slicks, electromagnetic pulse mines, and energy weapons on the side of the car, ram plates, roof-mounted grappling hook, battering ram, buzz saw

Mire
Biochemical Armor- Light Armor that has like glass domes attached to the shoulder or back and the dome has a plug connection that can attach to their weapons causing it to be radioactive
They rarely use energy guns usually they have a melee weapon which are laced with radioactive substances.
Brass knuckles
A cestus is an ancient battle glove, sometimes used in pankration. They were worn as are today's boxing gloves, but were made with leather strips and sometimes filled with iron plates or fitted with blades or spikes, and used as weapons.
Chakram as melee weapons only, the chakram was designed to be thrown but could also be used in-close. Other weapons machete, throwing knives and darts

Anex
Has a slow contest healing ability mainly for internal wounds and simple things like bad eye sight and hearing. It cannot miraculously heal a bullet wound that would take days to a month depending on the wound.
If they use up all of their abilities in battle any weakness they had before gaining their powers will come back.
They can sense other people with abilities nearby but not to the extent of a Vanguard if they are preoccupied or distracted it will go unnoticed.

Sniper
A laser burst sniper rifle,
a heat bolt hand gun,
Multi-scrap plate armor- When the outer plate takes too much damage it falls off leaving you vulnerable.

Hacker Class may be added later on.

Technology and Locations will be in a separate thread.Add different content to character that is realistic and fits into our world.
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Sector 1

Sector 1 by RolePlayGateway

Anthos is where the wealthy and noble live a life with little to no care in the world. If you are extremely talented, beautiful, or connected you can get a job working for a place within the city.

Sector One

Sector One by RolePlayGateway

Anthos is where the wealthy and noble live a life with little to no care in the world. If you are extremely talented, beautiful, or connected you can get a job working for a place within the city.

Sector 2

Sector 2 by RolePlayGateway

The air is filled with smog that fills the lungs almost suffocating.

Sector 3

Sector 3 by RolePlayGateway

The area is full of broken down shacks you see a group of enforcers watching over a group as they tend to fruit's and vegetables, someone is being whipped on a post not far from your sight.

Netron

Netron by Sarifa

Netron is the country trapped behind the veil.

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It is dusk the faded colors of the sky we cannot reach show a rainbow reflection in the shield. The surrounding areas are covered in smog spewing from the factories releasing its contaminated contents into the confined Sector Two. The thick haze blurs her vision before reaching the smell of rotten eggs as she passes the factories that use sulfur for most of the chemical ingredients. Kalessi can almost taste it on her tongue. The humidity makes it impossible to not sweat in this part of the perimeter. She hovers above the concrete slabs refusing to let her feet touch the ground filled with litter. Kalessi gesture’s at her Culvt’s to walk a full five to ten feet behind her. Since she protects herself no man does it for her, and because she can.

Kalessi is nearing her destination on her routine inspection to recruit the troops, intimidate the masses, and most importantly find Anex’s. That’s when she senses one is nearby. She brings her Culvt’s to a halt telling them to search the perimeter for an Anex while she continues to hover casually seeing one of her subordinates. Placing her scouter down from her overflowing blonde waves upon her eyes to see it is the Head Inquisitor Jarak Abel. A man who is shorter than her by an inch which a plastic look on his face because of cheeks bones that are too high. When everyone knows he is in his mid-forties. Kalessi tilts her head on as she hovers over him staring at the top of his head instead of his eyes since he has of yet to prove himself. β€œHead Inquisitor Jarak Abel, I am here for a routine inspection, and because Anex’s in this area seem to be slipping your grasp. Why is that,” she leans down peering into his beady eyes gleaming with confusion.

He stands erect saluting her, β€œI am in control of the situation, Sir. Factories, and houses are raided daily, questioning has started soon we will place a reward, and the Anex will be found.” The factory whistle’s blow in sync to make a high pitch screeching of pure steam she hovers to the nearest factory ignoring him waiting for the workers to be released. They rush out almost like a mob to be lined up checked before allowed to leave the premise. Watching as the Enforce search them for stolen items having each individual searched at point blank range with a gun or with a whip ready as the people of Sector Two leave for home. Her gaze lingers over each subordinate when she directs her attention back to Jarak Abel who has found someone in possession of stealing equipment. Kalessi keeps her distance but in close enough range to hear Jarak yelling. Her scouter reads it is Ex- Military Sergeant Rhine Dross Dishonorable Discharge.

β€œYou are stealing supplies only this time you're not in the military and its Enabler gauntlets. Where is the Anex, Rhine's?” He yells this for everyone to hear. Rhine towers over Jarak giving him a stern stare leaning down to his eye level unwavering as he says, β€œ Torture it out of me.”

Jarak’s face turns red as sweat runs down his face. Jarak gets ready to strike Rhine’s with his whip. You hear the sound of a crackle in the air as it makes contact. Only Rhine has caught the heated wire in his hand releasing the gauntlets as he pulls Jarak closer to him with brute force using the wire to do so. The crowd goes silent as the gauntlets fall to the ground scattering dust as it lands before a gunshot pierces Rhine’s flesh.

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Character Portrait: Veloth Dross
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The miserable heat of the fumes in the factory forced Veloth to wipe sweat from his brow as he waited in line to be inspected by the morons the government sent to inspect workers to prevent them from stealing. How insulting Veloth found the concept of waiting in line just to be accused of stealing and patted down by bored and often drunk fools who believe them self to be superior to those who lived in this sector. "Would you hurry up some of us would like to get home and rest before the dawn comes!" one of the inspectors gave a cold glare in response to the shout but shrugged it off and resumed his routine of scanning each worker for stolen equipment leaving Veloth nothing to do but scowl and think of how to make use of the few hours he had before he needed to sleep until finally it was his turn in line to be scanned. Veloth lifted his arms quickly growing irritated by the waste of his time in the hellishly hot factory only for him to have to walk out into still hot weather and the gloomy walk home past worn out shakes made of substandard crap and rusted sheet metal. The inspector finally finished running the scanner over Veloth making him quickly brush past the pitiful little man so he could go home.

As Veloth exited the factory he felt only minimal relief from the heat and fumes due to the factories clouds of smoke often blanketing Sector Two around this time of day. Suddenly Veloth heard crowds of workers around him all picking up the pace as the sound of yelling became more prevalent off in the distance. "What I guess the inquisitors are making a sweep... just my luck. I'll have to practice tomorrow then what a pain." Then Veloth heard the words he had hoped not to hear from many years β€œWhere is the Anex Rhine’s!”Coming from the direction of his home and his heart quickly sank deep into his gut. Suddenly the crowds of off duty workers were shifting direction walking towards the main factory and he knew then that he and his Rhine’s might very well die this day and on pure instinct Veloth rushed forward shoving past his fellow workers to get to his father.

Veloth sprinted down the streets towards farthest factory shoving past the gathering crowds and as he reached the location he saw his father gripping a heated wire in his clenched fist and pulling an Inquisitor towards him. Veloth shouted out as he pushed people from the crowd out of his way "Rhine! Get out of here they aren't after you!” Just before Veloth broke free of the crowds he heard the gunshot and saw a spray of crimson come from Rhine which made to bring immense anger surging into Veloths mind. In a second of pure rage and animal instinct Veloth surged forward his right fist radiating with his red Anex light as he slammed it full force into the Inquisitor's lower chest with enough impact to sunder several of the small man's ribs followed quickly by the effect of the red radiating light which rotted the Inquisitor's flesh in mere seconds as he was sent sprawling backwards into the dirt and trash of the street

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Mik watched the whole scene unfold from the scaffold that he was on. Mik was in line just like everyone else, but the only difference was, he had augmented eyes that allowed him to see exactly what was going on. He was the master of the pits, the fighter that ends all fights, and the champion of pit fighting in sector 3. The only problem was, it was illegal, and he wasn't about to get caught. The pit fighting that Mik did was to the death. That is where the eyes come from. Mik spent almost every dime he had on a few augmentations, and even those were illegal; at least for people born in sector 3 slums. Mik slowly walked down the scaffold and started to push people out of his way. The guards that were scanning near him were going to cause some major problems. He stopped at the men that were scanning and at that moment every scanner within 25 meters of Mik went off. He shook his head, "Well here we go again." With almost blinding speed Mik's arm shot low and his fist met the closest guards chin with full force. The man lifted off the ground and flew back about ten feet. He landed through the table that was set up for scanning and all the paperwork and money that was on the table scattered.

Everyone within about thirty feet seen that money and they scattered like cockroaches to a meal. The crowd went into a roar, and everyone started grabbing money, and running. This gave Mik ample opportunity to use the Limb Augments and run. He was as fast on his feet as a scouter was, but he still couldn't outrun that dammed woman. Mik was hoping that he didn't run into her, Kalessi, he just wasn't in the mood for this shit. He needed to get back to sector 3 and fast. He had a fight tonight that he didn't want to miss.

Mik stopped dead in his tracks and started to jolt for a moment. He had overloaded his Limb augment, and now he was going to be slower than ever. "Dammit."Yelled Mik. "That's all I need right now." He slipped off into an alley way and just waited. He needed to let the leg augments cool off before he took off again. Mik slumped back against the wall, and slowly slid to the ground. He was safe here for the moment. He didn't know how long he was going to be safe, but he was safe enough for now.

Mik's eyes slowly drifted a little, and he started to see things from his past. He remembered being beaten when he was young for not following his foster father's wishes, Dammit kid, you better not fuck this up for me." Roger was the name of his foster father, a factory worker in sector 2. He was the worst piece of shit on the planet. At least in Mik's eyes. Roger slipped the bottle of liquor back up to his lips and took another long swig. He staggered over to the training Mik, and started to slip off his belt. Mik didn't pay any attention to him at the moment, He was too busy hitting the bag. His foster dad pulled his pants off and went after Mik...

Mik jumped awake and slammed his fist into the side of the building. His hand went right through the wall. "I hate that bastard. He got what he deserved!" Mik was yelling at nothing. He then realized that he wasn't in a place to be doing things like that, "Aw hell" He was surrounded, and didn't have a chance to fight himself out of this one. Mik dropped to his knees and just surrendered.

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A glimpse of Jarak’s body skid across concrete collecting dust as he fell to her far left. The leather armor was singed in the chest region black bile trickle like slime illuminating a green glow on the edges of the burn caused by the radiation. It was deep enough to leave leather material etched into his skin as red radiation emitted from within the burns black bile began covering his chest completely. Kalessi knew if she ended the fight quickly she could give him medical attention but did she care enough. Her record for capturing Anex’s was on the line, and she didn’t plan for to have one less on her list for her to have a subordinate injured was not a good look for her. She kept her composure brushing the attack off as she turned to neck to face Jarak. β€œYou found the Anex, but managed to be demoted in the process.” Kalessi now faced the Anex her scanner reads:

Veloth Dross twenty-one years of age credit count five hundred and thirty-two heightened electromagnetic activity possible Anex. Kalessi smirked at the last reading of the scanner. β€œNice attack but you hit the wrong person, when you should of hit me!” She stopped hovering staring at the filthy ground of Sector Two she cringed as her feet touched the wasteland. Glaring at Veloth she shouted in anger, β€œYou’ll pay dearly for making my feet touch this filth.” Kalessi fingers glided over her suit up running up her thighs to the sweet spot between them up to her toned stomach finally to her full breast. Cupping them as much as her hands could hold folding her fingers together pulling away from the suit engulfing her body as flexible metal shards formed she threw ten at Veloth’s direction a few feet in front of her. The metal suit reformed around her breast covering the patches she had made to create projectiles. She concentrated on her palms creating two magnetic force fields encircling them.

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Eric Lankford strode out of the arena with confidence. He made a right and followed on that street. He decided that he was going to go for a walk before his big fight in the arena. It was an eight man tournament. Of course he would be one of the contestants. Chances were a lot of money was going to be bet on him. He was really good. He was an overnight story. The Gentleman, was his title name. It completely suited him.

He passed the House of Cards and laughed as people were streaming in. He saw a poor soul exit the building, tears streaming across her face. A kind look appeared on his face as he approached."Is something wrong, Ma'am?"he asked. He talked to women with great respect, escecially when they were practically down and out in the low-class.

She had explained that she was running a little low on money, so she went into the House of Cards and tried to bring some riches home. Unfortunately, she had lost everything in her attempt. A typical story to any victim of the House of Cards. That place was a money-sucker and a last-ditch effort to any low-class member trying to get somewhere in life. He pulled out some money and gave it to her. She said she couldn't accept it. "Trust me," he sighed. He had been in this situation many a time. "You're not taking a dime from me. Just remember the next time you want to gain more money from this place, remember this talk." With that, he strode away, hearing a thank you emerge from the woman as she broke into tears. Yeah...he liked that feeling of being the good guy. He continued his walk.

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He suddenly found himself in Sector Two after reflecting and meditating as he walked. The fumes were powerful from the factories. This was where the poor people worked and this was where he used to work. He was still wanted by the army to return. So long as he was a legendary champion of the arena, his pardon stayed. However, that wouldn't stop them from trying to get him back anyway. They were corrupt like that.

He heard a slam and instantly he tucked and rolled to the nearest wall, plastering himself upon it. He was next to an alley and as he turned to peer inside, he drew a sharp breath. A number of men were surrounding a man who was obviously from Sector Three. He turned back around, wondering what to do. Suddenly,he felt angry to the army. They weren't making the lives of the people any better by doing this. He wanted to help this man, despite his better judgement to not.

He approached the nearest guard, grabbing his mouth so he couldn't cry out and, within a blink of an eye, dragged him away from the alley. There, he broke his neck and used his cloaking ability to become the person. He grabbed the weapon he held and re-entered the alley. "I'll take him," he offered and, not waiting for a reply, grabbed the man's arms and led him out of the alley. The guards followed. This isn't going to be easy, he thought as he advanced. He made a left and a quick right. He was not out of sight from the guards for a quick moment. "Run," he whispered to the man and began to sprint.

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Mik's speed was unmatched and where did this guy come off as someone that could just bust in and save the day? Maybe Mik wanted to be caught by them. With speed that is unrivaled by anyone that Mik knows he twisted his arm up and around in a circle, and gripped the younger man by the collar and lifted him into the air with one arm. "And just who in the hell do you think you are?" Mik's eyes spun a little as he zoomed in on the man. The computer that was implanted in him read off a few things. "Sir...Name- Eric Lankford, Occupation- Fighter in the Arena, and former member of the military. I suggest you get away from this man as soon as possible. He may be a spy." No one else could here the woman's voice but Mik. It was the computer that was in his head that allowed him access to the internet, and a few other networks of information. Mik Lowered the man slightly.

Mik started to fade again to another flashback of his foster father Roger. The man started to pull his pants back up and slip the belt that he had been wearing back into the loops of his pants. "Mik, I am going to be back in one hour, and that shit had better be picked up." The young Mik lowered his head, and spoke back to the man, "Go fuck yourself...Go fuck yourself...GO FUCK YOURSELF!!" Mik ran at him, and then he snapped back to reality. He didn't give the kid time to answer he threw him back and turned on his heels. He needed to get out of there before he overloaded.

With a quick slam to his face Mik practically keeled over. The guard that was standing just behind them caught Mik in the face with a fire hydrant. It was the hardest that Mik had ever been hit in all his life. His head snapped back with such force that his brain bounced off the skull and Mik started to fall unconscious. He landed on the ground in Sector 2 and didn't move. Mik was out cold.

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Night had fallen in Sector Two the moon lit up the factories in a shadow like the sector belonged to the machine’s a red tinted fog cast over the entire sector as if an unseen presence had been there all along lurking waiting for its moment to rise up.Things were at its most dangerous when civilians were not in their home after night. A restless sensation hung in the air thanks to the disturbance in the area. Mobs of hysteria broke out people running scared of being taken as prisoners. Most hidden Anex’s were the first to run afraid of being arrested for the incident that occurred moments ago. It was the Formal’s job to keep it in order this world had become lost after the nuclear war man waged against one another. People still followed a vision of hope to bring back their country from the shadows of its former glory. We had almost succeeded until the residence in Sector Two and Three proved to be more defiant of our new ideals. Work was to be done one sector at a time the least amount of damage had been done to what is now Sector One if they could not see that better for them to be led than to lead us to our own destruction.

The pitter pattering of a potential threat escaped the crowds those few straying with something to hide, and more to lose. Orders for civilians to return home immediately were being announced over the factory’s speakers broadcasted for all to hear. Many stayed for the entertainment,but the of hopes that the military would lose was the real thrill, and their worse danger. Civilians were now being forced inside their homes the sector was going into lock down no one in or out until all Anex’s or hostile parties were subdued.Dusk phased through wall after wall flying through each at break taking speeds to find one person with high brain waves nearby kneeling on the ground surrendered by Enforcer’s guns aimed at him. She brushed her dark curls from her face activating the scouter it reads: Mik Dozer occupation is unknown credit amount unknown lives in Sector Three high electromagnetic brain activity possible Anex may be a threat. He was surely an Anex she could feel it being this close to him her sister Dawn beamed herself as a light materializing next to her twin sister. A rash soldier shouted, β€œI’ll take him.” He grabbed the man’s arm than ran for the alley ways. Guns were fired bullets energy beam flew as they ran Dusk and Dawn simply phased and turned into light to be unaffected. Enforcers ran after the two when the guns failed to slow them down. Dusk whispered to herself, β€œWhy do”Dawn interrupted, β€œthey always,”they said in unison, β€œrun.”

Dusk opened brushed a blonde hair from her face to press the opened radio communications button on her scouter contacting her Mistress. β€œMistress Kalessi I have two hostile we are currently in pursuit what are your orders, Sir.” She could hear some feedback coming from the microphone inside the scouter. The sound of a crash and some interference making the background cut in and out. β€œ You’re on your own my hands are full Dusk! You have full command of the unit until my return! I won’t tell you again DO NOT call me Kalessi over the radio my Codename is Metallica!” Communications were cut from Kalessi abruptly after she turned on the scouter communication to all the soldiers in the area excluding her Mistress’. β€œSecure perimeter two hostiles are heading north to Sector One. Warn the Train Station double their security to ensure those trains do not move. Everyone else pursue with cautious one of them is an Anex that could prove dangerous. You have your orders,” she said in her monotone voice.

Dawn turned into a beam of light waiting for instructions from her sister. Dusk became intangible phasing through wall after wall searching for the enemy. They linked minds a unique twin ability that came with their powers and began communications. Hostiles continuing on a path northeast. Are currently in an alley way they are engaging in physical altercation one man is down. The other shows no injuries it is the Anex still conscious and dangerous as predicted. Dawn beamed to where her sister instructed. As she arrived become solid again a Vanguard snapped his neck back into place which had been limp causing his head to hang sideways before hitting Mik Dozer with a fire hydrant. β€œ That’s for breaking my neck.” He looked over down the pathway to find another man lying unconscious. β€œOh wrong one damn healing factor side effects,” he muttered with a thick southern accent.

Dusk phased into the wall next to Dawn stepped past her in solid form over to the Vanguard who was now leaning against the wall rubbing his neck as she put the Anex Mik in power intercepting shielding cuffs while Dawn beamed herself next to the unknown intruder from earlier. The scouter read Eric Landford Ex- Military former Infiltrator current Arena Champion. She placed cuffs on him as well normal ones since there was no warning of Anex activity from him. Dawn stared into her sister’s crystal blue eyes the only thing shared besides blood and her skin was pale like the moon against the veil while Dawn's own hair was in dark curls and her skin copper like the item people used to call a penny.Dawn showed no emotion mumbling, β€œMistress Kalessi,” Dusk interrupted, β€œ will be,” they said in unison, β€œpleased.”Dawn scooped up both men turning them into beams of light as well flying high in the air at about 50 feet high beaming them all to through a Training Faculty opened window closing and locking it after themselves watching as it disappears as if no longer in the room. They removed all of their weapons before placing the men in two separate rooms Dawn with Eric and Dusk with Mik.Their Mistress Kalessi will love to interrogate the two personally.

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Veloth eyes widened in a distracted confusion as the Woman Kalessi went through her oddly sensual display which made him unprepared for the sudden nature of the vanguards attack. Veloth however was still able to respond with well adapted reflexes but he still received damage from two of the slicing shard he was unable to avoid. The wounds were a deep cut to the upper right leg just above the knee and a small scratch across the right arm just below the elbow . Veloth grunted in pain saying "Damn" as he landed with the cursing his own mind for being so easily distracted by this Voluptuous woman but when he looked up he saw that the woman Kalessi was talking into her communicator seemingly distracted by a conversation with one of her agents and in his mind he knew this might be his only opportunity to turn the table.

Veloth pushes past the pain quickly grabbing a rat sized rock in his left hand from amongst the trash laden ground as he sprinted forward towards Kalessi with his full focus on making his right arm radiate with Veloth's withering red radiation. Suddenly Veloth swung his left arm flinging the rat sized stone at Kalessi's right should as he shifts slightly to his right now rushing with his right fist ready to slam into kalessi if she attempts to dodge the rock by moving to her left.

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There was a mob of onlookers surrounding them almost. Many had departed by the Enforcers shouting about a sector lock down Kalessi was too distracted by her opponent but was fully aware of her surroundings as you should always be in combat. Watching as a radioactive rock the size of a large rodent was being thrown at her. She thought swiftly being accustomed to situations such as this after continuous fighting of Anex’s over the years. Kalessi magnetized her feet to the concrete leaning backwards to dodge the radiated rock before it flew over her head nearly catching a strand. Note to self bun, ponytail, or a braid in future combat long hair is a hazardous advantage to opponents. She now stood straight un-magnetizing her feet from the ground. Kalessi saw the Anex her target was to the left trying to escape her clutches. She levitated once more using magnetism to do so dashing at him as quickly as she could. Now in front of she grabbed his radiated right hand bringing the magnetic force field over it to protect her engulfed him in a barrier. In such close proximity as she left go of his hand still managing to hold onto the magnetic force field. She pierced into his red eyes of a demon that was her prisoner. Veloth stopped the radiation in his palm causing his eyes to become that of an emerald jewel. He was tan from all the factory work and built well from the harsh labor it showed well. Kalessi smirked, β€œ Be a good prey and surrender to your predator,”she levitated her light SMG pistol from her waist in the direction of his wounded father Rhine’s who was holding his hands under his rib cage, β€œor you both die.” Kalessi clicked the safety off.

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The cuffs were slapped on his wrists. Mik didn't even notice what had happened. His body would twitch a little as he was being moved, and when he was set in the room the dreams started. "Mik, your a little bastard. I hate you. I wish we would have never agreed to take you in. You were the worst mistake that me and my husband had ever made." Little Mik had his head down low as he was being treated like nothing by a woman that he thought would love him. He thought wrong.

"Mik, come down here. Your training needs to start now." Roger called up to him. Mik left his foster mother's side, and headed toward the basement with haste. He didn't want the beatings to be any worse then they already were. "Listen here Mik, if you don't make a noise I will do something nice for you." Mik's eyes lit up and he was happy. He wasn't going to make a noise this time. His foster father took off his pants, and then Mik looked to the floor. "Now Mik, don't make a noise. A tear fell from Mik's eyes.

In the room that he was in the large man was crying in his sleep. The woman that was with him had no idea that what he was going through, and no idea how dangerous Mik really was. His eyes opened slowly and he looked around the room. "Where the fuck am I?" Mik tried to raise a hand to his head, then remembered that he just got a fire hydrant to his face; and his hands were bound with special handcuffs for the Anex's. He decided alright, and raised both hands to check his face for anything that was broken. The wounds that he had suffered from it were starting to heal from some of the nanites that he had living in him. It wasn't fast, but it wasn't slow either.

Mik looked about the room, and then he seen the woman and focused his deep lavender, ocular implants on her, "So what the hell is your name? Wait let me guess, your one of the girls that have no personality, and come and go as you please as long as your little master Kalessi says you can. I know exactly what the fuck you are, and well, you can kiss my ass." Mik was trying to provoke the woman, just to see if she is what he thinks she is. He wasn't going to be nice, and sure and hell wasn't going to do anything that was going to help her. Mik spit some blood spit in her direction and just smiled at her. Mik was a decent looking guy, and if it weren't for the fact that he couldn't afford personal hygiene; he would look a hundred times better.

The smile on his face just showed how much of an ass he was going to be to her. Mik started to think to himself, I wonder how pissed off I can make this woman?

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Veloth briefly struggled to see if he could defy the field created by Kalessi but it was only after his first push that he knew it would be pointless and his thoughts were instantly confirmed by Kalessi's ultimatum and he knew that he had met someone he never had a chance against as he was now. Veloth had to mentally beat down his pride and his desire to continue the conflict which he believed could make him more capable in his ability because he knew that Formal did not say threats vainly especially one of the Vanguards and as he came slowly to terms with his situation the words came out "I...surrender to your authority...just don't punish my father its my fault he hasn't turned me in years ago." Veloth's head slumped forward in shame at having to beg mercy but for his father he was willing to accept and the words that came after he couldn't hold back as Veloths eyes briefly glowed a deep blood red "But if you harm him then I will fight until my body is falling apart with my hands griping somebodies neck and watching as they wither to death"

The adrenaline of his rage at his father being attacked and the thrill of the fight was fading and he could now feel the slight throbbing in his leg and arm muscles all crying out in pain. Veloth gave a mental sigh of relief that he was an anex and that these wounds would last only a few days before he would be again at his peak physical condition but for now he knew he was likely to be in for quite a beating from the formals before all of this was over. Veloth gripped his right arm as he waited for whatever was going to happen to him.

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Kalessi sneered at the Anex in satisfaction leaning in closer to the magnetic force field. β€œWhy would I hurt my leverage that won’t happen unless you allow it.” Her scouter buzzed with another message from Dusk whom she had just told to leave her be. The news she had to report news had better be good or the punishment for her actions would bring a new meaning to hell on earth. β€œWhat is it,” she growled into the scouter. Dusk spoke in her usual dead tone. β€œThe threats have been eliminated some civilians were killed in the process, most returned to their home, dangerous suspects were captured a few I think you should personally interrogate Mistress.” Kalessi perched her lips considering what Dusk had to say she would remember to give her command of the forces sparingly after this incident success or not. β€œI don’t like when you THINK, but you are hardly ever wrong when you do. I will interrogate them myself set announcement number three, and send a medic to my location.” Kalessi ended the communication with Dusk than let the force field down around his hands as she retrieved a pair of power intercepting cuffs placing them on his wrist.

The night sounds of Sector Two were quieting down the mass amount of people, the footsteps, and factory sirens had come to a halt. It was returning to the little order that had managed to be established in this section before the events of today. A prerecorded announcement of Kalessi began to play on a gigantic television used for special announcements such as this broadcasted on the loudspeakers of every factory creating a booming sound that shook the ground of Sector Two like a minor earthquake. β€œ A curfew is being enforced return to your homes in an orderly fashion. You have approximately twenty minutes anyone left outside after the time limit has been reached will be considered a rebel or an Anex and you will be apprehended.” The announcements finished there was a dead silence than a rush of people running for dear life to their homes.

The medics appeared not so long after the call with some enforcers to take Veloth into custody. Who was given a shot of β€œbacta” to help the healing since his Anex powers had been cut off because of the handcuffs. β€œWe still need you for training”,the medics smirked while his father and Jarak were hauled away with their injuries being more serious. She walks Veloth to the Training Faculty. The building is one of the new builds of the Sector it is mostly white with long halls the smell of bleach is everywhere everything is a bit too clean. The faculty has a long hallway that is monitored at all times connected to the prison with a door with full body scans for certain excess only. The prison is there to set an example to the trainee’s and holds all the criminal Anex’s of Netron, the worst of their kind are turned into Culvt’s while some may find a way out if they follow the laws and the government absolutely.

Veloth is taken to his room it’s bare and small he has a toilet, a bed, and a television with one channel. Kalessi points at a monitor showing his dad being treated by medics. β€œ You see that screen with your dad on it. If you fall out of line we will put you in this room and let you watch him be killed, streamed live just for you.” The doors close and she smiles walking down the hall to the interrogation room on the one way mirror side to watch Dusk and the Anex. There had to have been a previous since he had just spit blood at Dusk who phased it went through like air had taken the place of her body. In a monotone she said, β€œI am Codename Dusk a Culvt servant to Mistress Kalessi waiting on her arrival to interrogate you personally. We are in the Training Faculty, Mik Dozer of Sector Three with unknown credit and occupation. Keep all bodily fluids to yourself, and why would I kiss your posterior.” Her head was cocked to the side in confusion. Kalessi shook her head in disappointment as she opened the concealed door it closed behind her with a gush of air. This room was rather plain as well a few cameras to record the entire interrogation from as many angles as possible. There was a man in the center of the room of tall stature blonde hair with a strawberry blonde hidden between the parts his build was muscular for his height. She smiled to herself this could be interesting. As she stepped closer to the man she felt as if she had seen him before. His ankles were handcuffed to a chair with a chain leading to his wrist cuff dangling. She magnetized the wrist chains to lift them in a way where his hands would be above his head to restrict his breathing and bring discomfort. She faced him a good five feet away yelling, β€œWhy do you seem familiar, Anex!”

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Mik was sitting in the middle of the room with his hands in cuffs, and his ankles pinned to the chair, and he just didn't care to hear what the lady in the room was telling him. He rudely cut her off after she spoke, "Oh my god...Lady give it a rest. I know that your a mindless fucking droid." Mik's tone was rude, and sarcastic as hell. He wasn't in the mood for anything right now, and the longer that he was in this dammed room the more and more pissed he was going to get. When Kalessi entered the room he just lowered his head so he didn't have to look at her.

Just before he looked down he got a glimpse of her supple body, and he was impressed; but he wasn't going to let that get to him. Mik was a ladies man since he left the clutches of his abusive foster father, and piece of shit foster mother. Little did Mik know he was going to be facing an old acquaintance. When her voice rang out to him he just cringed. "Ah hell, look what the cat dragged in. I can't even begin to imagine whos ass you had to kiss, to get where you are now." Mik wasn't happy that he had to deal with the woman that he spent a little over weekend with when he was younger.

Mik definitely looked different then what she would remember. He was more well built than he ever was, and he had changed his hair color and added a few tattoos from when she would have seen him. He would never forget her, and that weekend they spent together though. Mik was a complete dick to her when he left. He had to be, and it was the way he was with all the woman that he had a good time with. It was a way to get out of having to call, or any of that other shit that a real gentleman would do.

He raised his head from looking down and looked right at her standing that five feet away. Mik was dangerous, more dangerous than most of the other Anex's that were out and about. The only thing was, Mik wasn't classified as a rebel since he didn't give a rats ass what happens to them. He is a pit fighter, and has survived every match that he has been thrown into. It was a feat for sure. The Arena pansies didn't have nothing on a pit fighter. The pit fighters all fight to the death, and that was all there was to it. Mik was undefeated, and anyone that didn't surrender to him, got killed. It was like the Arena in the old days, back when Caeser was the raining ruler over Rome. The crowd got to choose who won and who died, and well let's say that Sector 3 wasn't one for letting people live. They were merciless.

Mik had said his piece to her, and well he was in for the ride now. He didn't know how bad the beating was going to be but he sure and the hell wasn't expecting her to let him go without an ass whooping. Mik mentally prepared himself. He knew that she was going to be asking him all kinds of questions regarding the Anex's and their whereabouts. Mik didn't know, and he sure and the hell didn't care either, but he was going to play along as long as he had to. He knew this was going to take a while. She is probably going to get even as hell for what he did to her. Mik was ready, and in his head he just thought, Bring it the fuck on.

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Eric awoke from a dream...gah how he hated this dream. It was a weird and peculiar dream because it is the only dream that he can have constantly and the only one that he can remember every part of it, yet there is no picture, no sound, and no sight. There is something going on, but he can't make out anything in the dream whenever he has it. He didn't know what it was about this dream, but whenever he has it, it frightens him. It chills him to the very bone...and yet nothing happens that he can make out. It was so confusing.

He awoke tired, as if he never got any sleep at all...it happens every time he has that dream. These were the days when he would usually lose in the arena if he ever went in a fight after the dream. How unfortunate luck, he realized. If he had to fight, he wasn't in his prime condition to do so. He sighed as the memories came flooding back. He had tried to escape from the people when the man he tried to rescue slammed him into a wall. In that time, two managed to catch up, handcuff them, and take them somewhere. Somewhere in between, for whatever reason, he fell asleep. He didn't know where he was, but he knew it would be in a place practically unnoticeable, if not invisible.

"Dammit..." he muttered. He was suddenly very angry at whoever he had tried to save. We might have had a chance if he hadn't pounded me into that damn wall, he thought, and for what? Mistrust? He'd never know. He suddenly remembered the tournament he entered. Crap...he thought. How much time had gone past? Whether it was a few minutes or a few hours, it wouldn't matter. By the time he would be released, the tournament would be years done...if he was lucky.

Well, serves myself right, he thought. He got in the way of business and now he was a target as well. He let his anger against the military take over and it led him to some rash actions. For all he knew, the man was a wanted criminal of some sort. Maybe that was why he pinned him to the wall. To murder and rob, like he was wanted for in the first place. It made sense.

Where was the man anyway? It was now that he realized that his hands were handcuffed and his ankles bound to the chair. He wasn't in a position to find out what bound his ankles there anyway. He noticed a woman standing there. "Excuse me, ma'am," he asked,"But can you tell me where I am? even though this person was the enemy, he always lived up to his reputation as The Gentleman. "I plan to be bound for the Arena soon," he laughed at his little pun he made while jingling his cuffs around. He loved puns. They were so hard to use...especially in a grim time like today. He used them in the Arena because it took their mind of the battle. Any time outside of the Arena, he used them for fun. Maybe this woman needed some fun in her life.

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The veil of darkness swept through the city like a plague of locusts on an unsuspecting crop. Night had fallen, which meant the denizens that were attuned to such a time were on their way to becoming active in their nightly routines. The streets were soon rampant with the sounds of roaring engines from the biker gangs as they began their races at the Drag. Everything seemed as it would on average. It wasn't long until the Pits were filled with citizens who enjoyed the fights. The stadium thundered with anxious patterned stomping as the gathered crowd cheered for the first bout. A wired fence is all that divided the gathered onlookers and the encirclement that served as the ring of the Pits. On the West and East sides of the ring were cage doors in which the contestants entered from the barracks below, filled with the nights current participants. The crowd burst into even further uproar as a lone female figure stepped into the center of the Pits ring decorated in mildly tattered maroon leather trench coat with a swallowtail bottom. It wasn't buttoned thus revealing the simple black wife beater with goldenrod accents concealing most of her torso which bore multiple tattoos of tribal design and followed a rose and skull pattern. A leather light brown belt, nearly beige, with a copper skull held up her torn black jeans and her steel-toe boots with a skull engraving at the front. Her hair was short and curved in accordance to her jawline and facial features on the right side, slightly obscuring her golden right eye. They knew this woman as Volatile.

She took a moment to slowly reveal a smirk on her face and her eyes shift around to overlook the crowd. She allows them a few moments more of cheer and applause before she held up both hands and the crowd eventually fell into a silent suspense. She put her hands down afterwards, both slipping into her pants pockets momentarily to produce a pack of cigarettes and a lighter. After lighting one she placed the cigarette between her index and middle finger and inhaled the toxic fumes into her lungs before exhaling them outwards via her nostrils.

" Fellow ladies and gentleman of Sector Three. I welcome you once more to the Pits! We've got quite the line-up tonight. We have your average two man dance, where its a one on one until the grand finale where we'll have an all-out battle royal! I figured tonight was a special night. Does it seem a special night to you!? "

She would smirk once more as the gathered roared in agreement, shaking the very makeshift arena in their eager wake. She would once more allow them the time to let their voices be heard as she turned to the other gate and nodded once, taking another drag. She pivoted to head towards the adjacent descending stairwell into the barracks below passing by the currently waiting Anex. Her golden eyes wandered over his form as she did so, which caused him to get a boost of confidence before heading into the fray with the opposition, and the crowd cheered on.

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The wood of the floor creaks with boisterous movement and laughter echoes from the shambled bar, proof that even in the slums people can find a reason to smile. Its a run down shanty to any first glance replete with worm-eaten wood and peeling paint, but the light inside and the sounds of merriment give passer-bys a warm invitation. As a bar is intended of course.

The roar of the distant crowd is hear a bit clearer for brief moments as the door swings open, and a tired figure moves on past the joyous gathering. Eyes are drawn only for a moment from the cluster just to see if the newcomer is a pal, and two or so revelers do try to flag the man on down, that they know as Tom Mallax. His only response is a half smile and a subtle wave of the hand, as he sits down holding his head.

He's a fairly average looking man whose rough, tanned features make himself appear a bit older than he really is. The smile fades quicker than it appeared as he idly picks over the makeshift armor he wears, a tasteful collection of molded metal pieces interlaced into an old leather jacket. The few spikes tastefully added complete the whole ensemble. He always was something something of an artist about these things, and still makes small metal figures in his off time, which tends to be rare these days.

Briefly checks a plastic watch he carries, which reads as 15 past the hour. "Three minutes I think." he mumbles, as looks around the room at the decorations. A few objects give the room a homey feel. An old broken grandfather clock in the corner with hands at Noon , a metal automobile figurine on the counter, and a few books on the shelves. At least of the categories not censored as he looks at the end book titled "Our Glorious New Land". About the only book one can actually get for free from the state, and its still overpriced.

"Get you some fresh water? On the house tonight." Said the bartender. An older balding gentlemen that Tom's known for years now, this man knows me as Scrapiron.
"I'll pay like anyone else. You've got a business to run and besides. Its payday tonight. I can cover it." Tom says, as he takes the water and checks the time again. 17 past the hour.
"Well if you're sure. Hey! How's about I close up early? We can catch the games still I bet." The bartender offered.

After pondering actually going into that writhing crowd, sirens are heard a minute later, and anyone looking out the window can see a small trail of smoke raising into the air from near the border of this sector. Seems there's been an explosion at the highway pillar.

"Fine, might as well. Looks like the roads might be closed anyways. Hope that doesn't affect the outgoing food shipments today." Tom says with a smirk.

"Perish the thought. I'm sure they're already hard at work redeploying people to get the road running." The old man retorts.

"You're right. Nothing to worry over." Tom replies as he looks over the room one final time at the clock, the figurine and the book before heading to the arena. End of the week, the state vehicle factory. That ones going to be tougher than some shitty bridge.

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The walls seemed to almost expand and contract from her presence. Something hung in the air making it thick a certain pressure distorting the room as Kalessi walked to Mik whose hands were still magnetized above his head .β€œI would like to correct you on something, Mik Dozer,” she said his named distinctively in a low dry tone. β€œI received this position by decimating my adversaries training every day since my powers first appeared. Yes, my family connection did help, but I never have and will never,” Kalessi starts to yell strands of her blonde hair hover in the air she’s floating on the tips of her metal boots that are scraping the floor making an eerie sound like nails on a chalk board, β€œkiss anyone’s ass.”
She comes to a halt inches from the Anex’s face but not close enough to be in danger. Kaleesi glims at the prisoner tracing her fingers over his perched lips before they touch her own briefly it’s soft despite his appearance. A sweet surprise he smells like a strong scent of musk from running than locked inside the facility. His body is rippled with muscles from years of combat skin rugged like a corroded metal. Kalessi could almost smile being this close to another person she basks in it. Then reality sets in. He is her prisoner; he is from Sector Three unworthy of the heir to the Dracon manoeuvre support company. Most importantly is he a criminal Anex and she is second-in –command of this military a position that she holds to higher standards than useless emotions. Impulsively she bit down on his lip hard drawing a little blood that she licked. Kalessi could taste the iron in his blood.
β€œI had to learn what real pain was as you shall today.” Someone calls her scouter making the room immediately denser as she prepares herself for the new. She answers the call. β€œWhat is it this time?”
β€œMetallica a road was destroyed there was an explosion we cannot get the food across. We need backup, Sir.” The pressure in the room stops when a camera in the far top corner near the secret entrance breaks sparks fly out of it covering the floor. If anyone stepped in the room now they would be shocked. Kalessi magnetizes the camera ripping it out of the wall. The unblemished she simply crushes the camera into three metal orbs she twirls between her fingers to soothe herself.

Now she is back to how she should be she barks order at the men on the other side of the mic. β€œCall Sector Three barracks and tell them to mobilize their forces. I want the aerial team given clearance for flight. Dusk, Dawn you’re with me. Something caused that explosion and I want to know why and who NOW!” She cuts the mic and faces Mik. β€œI won’t get to try skinning would be nice with the nanities you’re using to heal that wound on your head. To see how fast they respond without skin, how long would it take to heal, another time perhaps?”
She walks out the room using the sealed off door with Dusk following behind, as the vents close the heats turns on and both interrogation rooms go pitch black and into complete lock down. Kalessi pokes her head out saying. β€œAny time you fall asleep or struggle too much we’ll give you an unpleasant surprise.” The door closes with a loud bang and she leaves both prisoners in solitude for the night.

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Eric leaned back in his chair, trying to get as comfortable as possible. It wasn't working. He sighed. After his last comment, this girl wasn't speaking to him, nor didn't seem as if she was going to speak to him anytime soon. He could hear muffled yelling of an angry woman next door to him, but it was extremely faint. He closed his eyes, waiting for whoever was screaming in there to come in here and possibly do the same thing. He heard a few other noises in his room, a closing sound from the vents, a whoosh of air from the heater, and a bang from...somewhere. He couldn't pinpoint where exactly it was and when he opened his eyes, there was still black. It took a couple of moments for him to realize that they had gone into lockdown and all of the lights were turned off.

Chances were, the girl wasn't in here anymore. He couldn't hear her soft, extremely faint breathing He blinked, but it didn't seem like he was blinking. It was as dark when his eyes were open as they were closed. It felt like the darkness of the room was suffocating him. He took a few moments to breathe, to wait for his eyes to adjust to the light. He thought about sleeping, but changed his mind. Despite the fact that he was exhausted and groggy, he was also sure that he would have that annoying dream again and his condition would only get worse. He looked down. He could very faintly make out his legs. His eyes were finally adjusting to the darkness. The more they adjusted, the less suffocated he felt. Very slowly, he began to breath a little more at a time.

He thought about the Arena and the tournament tonight. He would have to miss the opening round. It would be the very first time that he didn't show up for a fight. He loved the crowd and they loved him. He was an All-Around favorite for most of the competitions he entered and when he wasn't, he relished the role of the underdog and used that to pull of the upset. His fans relied on him to be there to fight. He lowered his head. He let his fans down as well.

He had to get out...tonight. There was no other way to do this. His concence would not sit well with him if he didn't show up for Arena fighting tonight. He drew a breath and felt around the sleeve of his suit. He touched something familiar and he sighed in relief. It was his heated wire. They didn't find it when they were searching his body, removing all of his weapons. How could they? It was extremely small and blended in with his suit perfectly. Not only that, he had a secret pocket inside the sleeve designed to contain that. He was a little surprised they didn't discover it, considering it was the military who had designed this in the first place. Reaching with his fingers, he finally managed to grasp onto it and pull it out of the secret pocket, lighting it up. Immediately, it became the only light within the room, a faint red could be seen on the walls. Positioning the wire, he brought it into contact with the handcuffs. It was also lucky that they cuffed him with normal ones instead of the Anex ones. He would never cut through those bulky things with this wire. Ten seconds and he could move his arms freely. He now proceeded to do the same with the ankles. A minute later and he was out, using the heated wire as a small light to make his way around the room.

There were no other openings except the door and the door was sealed shut. He cursed himself for not thinking this through, and then realized the next step on how to escape. He used his Wall Walkers built in with his shoes and climbed the wall, stopping right on top of the door. The next person that comes in is going to get a very unpleasant surprise...

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Anthos is where the wealthy and noble live a life with little to no care in the world. If you are extremely talented, beautiful, or connected you can get a job working for a place within the city.

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Anthos is where the wealthy and noble live a life with little to no care in the world. If you are extremely talented, beautiful, or connected you can get a job working for a place within the city.

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The air is filled with smog that fills the lungs almost suffocating.

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The area is full of broken down shacks you see a group of enforcers watching over a group as they tend to fruit's and vegetables, someone is being whipped on a post not far from your sight.

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Netron is the country trapped behind the veil.

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Character Portrait: Veloth Dross
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'And BANG goes the weasel'

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"I would like a city where people can walk outside and enjoy the world freely. Or freely bitch about the world and not get shot."

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Kael Wrynn

You call down the thunder.. and i'll reap the whirlwind.

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Kalessi Iya Dracon

" You are my prey and I am the predator."

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Veloth Dross

"We are nothing without the want to become better and I Will make you want to be better"

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Kalessi Iya Dracon

" You are my prey and I am the predator."

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Kael Wrynn

You call down the thunder.. and i'll reap the whirlwind.

Character Portrait: Thomas Mallax
Thomas Mallax

"I would like a city where people can walk outside and enjoy the world freely. Or freely bitch about the world and not get shot."

Character Portrait: Veloth Dross
Veloth Dross

"We are nothing without the want to become better and I Will make you want to be better"

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Amy West

'And BANG goes the weasel'

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Amy West

'And BANG goes the weasel'

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Kael Wrynn

You call down the thunder.. and i'll reap the whirlwind.

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Thomas Mallax

"I would like a city where people can walk outside and enjoy the world freely. Or freely bitch about the world and not get shot."

Character Portrait: Kalessi Iya Dracon
Kalessi Iya Dracon

" You are my prey and I am the predator."

Character Portrait: Veloth Dross
Veloth Dross

"We are nothing without the want to become better and I Will make you want to be better"


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Sector 1

Sector 1 by RolePlayGateway

Anthos is where the wealthy and noble live a life with little to no care in the world. If you are extremely talented, beautiful, or connected you can get a job working for a place within the city.

Sector One

Sector One by RolePlayGateway

Anthos is where the wealthy and noble live a life with little to no care in the world. If you are extremely talented, beautiful, or connected you can get a job working for a place within the city.

Sector 2

Sector 2 by RolePlayGateway

The air is filled with smog that fills the lungs almost suffocating.

Sector 3

Sector 3 by RolePlayGateway

The area is full of broken down shacks you see a group of enforcers watching over a group as they tend to fruit's and vegetables, someone is being whipped on a post not far from your sight.

Netron

Netron by Sarifa

Netron is the country trapped behind the veil.

Sector 2

Netron Sector 2 Owner: RolePlayGateway

The air is filled with smog that fills the lungs almost suffocating.

Sector 3

Netron Sector 3 Owner: RolePlayGateway

The area is full of broken down shacks you see a group of enforcers watching over a group as they tend to fruit's and vegetables, someone is being whipped on a post not far from your sight.

Netron

Netron is the country trapped behind the veil.

Sector One

Netron Sector One Owner: RolePlayGateway

Anthos is where the wealthy and noble live a life with little to no care in the world. If you are extremely talented, beautiful, or connected you can get a job working for a place within the city.

Sector 1

Netron Sector 1 Owner: RolePlayGateway

Anthos is where the wealthy and noble live a life with little to no care in the world. If you are extremely talented, beautiful, or connected you can get a job working for a place within the city.

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