Snippet #2761221

At a run-down apartment, the cybernetic John Doe, D10, leapt into the window and began to pace the floor. The baseboards creak with every step he makes. It was far from ideal in living standards, but it was off the grid, preventing unwanted attention. From his left arm, he began to tug at something, throwing it onto the floor. What they were, was tubes from an IV drip, he had been administered again to the hospital after collapsing rather unceremoniously after his last endeavor.

There was a soft cry from a dark corner of the room beside a scratched up couch, catching D10's immediate attention. As green eyes glimmer in the shadows, a figure darted over to the tubes. The figure, a black and white cat D10 had taken in as a kitten, began to swat at the tube, like it were a toy. Affectionately, D10 had named her Monkey, because... because... it seemed appropriate. D10 paused and squatted down and reached over with his large hand, scratching the feline's head, who chirruped, rolled onto her back, and began to swat at his fingers, causing the tall cyborg to chuckle, a rarity in his life.

He reached over beside the couch and picked up a can of catfood, causing the cat to flip back onto her feet and cry out, and, with his metal nails, cut the top open and presented the food to his feline companion who began to lick at the gravy inside. Always the gravy first, he noted, the chunks of meat after. Cats were funny and picky animals.

This peaceful solace would not last long, however, as a loud ringing enters his skull, causing him to grip his head and groan. The HUD within his helmet lights up, alerting him to some kind of wide scale broadcast. An emergency? Omnitech Industrial was under some kind of attack. Automatically his augmented body traces back the signal, creating a conduit through the datastream, whether he wanted it to or not. The cat hisses and flees back to her corner as the floor behind D10 digitizes and a green gate opens up behind him. He stands up, sighing.

"Fade," he utters, before letting himself fall backwards into the internet stream, where he freefalls inwards deeper and deeper. Using the broadcast as a backdoor, he manages to link into the system, or rather, his body does, and with some resistance from the surge of data, plunges himself through into the server, slamming knee and hand onto the pristine floor of the Omnitech Industrial first server's datascape.

"Detect," he mutters, his voice having some digital reverb. A ping, like green ripples emit out from his body as he slowly stands up. Several figures become highlighted to his HUD, even through the walls. The ones that appear like soldiers soon get red marks on them, identifying them as non-human malicious code. His feet sparking with energy, he dashes off towards the targets. "Purge," he says, reaching to his side, and materializing his datastruct sword. Before the first few could react to his sudden invasion, the sword cleaves through a couple of them with one horizontal swing. Their forms vaporize into pixels, as their code dissolves into nothingness. The others, turn to fire upon him, grazing his armored frame, but find him holding his large sword in front like a shield, dissolving even the shots as they strike against it.

"Hold!" he yells, stomping a foot as a fissure shoots through the floor, chains shooting out from the ground and entangling a few of the soldiers, forcing them violently onto their knees. With no tinge of mercy, D10 swings his sword diagonally, sending out a wave that cuts through their bodies, their forms violently severed and they too fade into nothingness. The brute force nature of his attacks are doing some moderate damage to the server itself, to him, preserving the overall integrity of the system was higher priority than the cosmetic sanctity of the datascape. Of course, it may lead to the defensive code to react negatively to him, but that wasn't exactly something he considered.

With no hesitation, he rushed on, only interested in purging the rest, blade at his side.