Undisclosed Location - One month ago.


"Ha! You are finished! I can't believe how long it took me to gather all of that DNA and those videos, but I have and you look marvelous! The fighters that I have found in these videos are from tournaments all across the galaxy and each of them has been programmed into your brain to give you the fighting advantage."

The room was a lot less of a secret layer and more of a massive laboratory in which several birthing tanks lined the walls, cutting and manufacturing tables were about, arc and torch welding for specific jobs, and several computer nerds huddled around a large desk completely covered with electronics. Microchips, motherboards, circuit boards of all types and varieties and the static zapping of soldering irons going to work while the mad scientist rambled on and on, pacing to and fro on the far side of the lab.



Throwing back a set of beautiful white-blond locks, the man gave a roguish smirk to his creation with tearing eyes. He pressed his fingers to the glass tube, wantonly staring at the nude figure before him like an obsessed stalker eyeing his prey. He kissed the glass with a chuckle, which eerily rolled from his lips and he spun around and marched over to the table full of nerds, huffing softly and watching them with with a rather annoying presence of sighs and leans and gasps.

"Are you fools finished loading the information up into him? I want to let him out and see my child move and walk and be!"

One of them looked up and a humming, buzzing noise escaped a vocal restraint and the scientist sighed irritatingly, shaking his head. "I don't CARE if you're working as fast and as accurately as possible. You had all fucking day! Finish the JOB!" He slammed his hands onto the table. Sadly, none of his droids flinched. They were all perfectly designed for specific positions, reasons, and tasks. The good doctor made them all, one by one, and each was set with a flawless task. They sucked and were stupid at plenty of things, but one thing -- they excelled even he at. That task, they used on the next droid, and the next, until he had a small working shop. Ten years later, his research for the Planet Trade Organization had finally taken noticed effect and a series of work drones were put out for the Organization. They were nothing to the doctor, measly worthless projects, but the advancements to the Organization put him and funding on the map.

His jacket swished as he turned to face the tank again, walking back up to it and crossing his arms over his chest, staring into the bubbling liquid. Moments passed like this and it seemed like he'd been out to lunch, or off in la-la land, but within five minutes, he chuckled and seemed to revive. One of the androids blipped a thanks to the doctor who nodded. He was wireless connected to the mainframe of this place, and saw fit to help them out to get things finished. Suddenly the tank gurgled and began to drain. The cords, like serpents, hissed and unattached themselves from the man's head, neck, and arms as the water level lowered.

Within a minute's time, the case cracked open with a hydraulic hum and there it was, for all to bear, the newest android creation. He was a leviathan of a man. Muscles packed onto his muscles. Skin wrapped like polyester over sinew and thick tendons. Built for not just show, but go -- the beast took a single step toward his maker and loomed over the man by easily a head and some change. Soulless eyes turned downward and narrowed, reading the man's face and levels immediately.

"I am L3s Dextrin, Ph.D. I am your creator, your master, your owner, and your father. Your code is R4-V3N, but Raven will do nicely. How are your perception sensors working?"

The figure turned to survey the room carefully, taking in all of his surroundings and then nodded silently. He'd picked up the power levels, or what little puny examples of levels were sitting at the table and even the bosses fighting power was puny, at best. He could feel the Artificial Intelligence repeating things inside of his head that didn't make very much sense in the current tense, against what his mind was saying to him. Conflicting interest brought up a frown.

"What is it, Raven?"

"A programming flaw. I have been encoded with living DNA from various creatures or beings, and yet my processor is also talking to me, causing for a dual-voice lay-over that is somewhat robotic and irritating."

The doctor stared in astonishment and clasped his hands to the nude man's arms and laughed. "My son, you ARE a robot!"

"Understood, father. But you must understand, that when you bred me from life, I have life. I am life. The robot within me wishes to know Directive."

"You're more beautiful than I ever could have hoped for! You exercise and utilize common sense. You understand your creation, except it, but still communicate well with your other half. This is truly interesting and amazing. As for your directive ...
The Planet Trade Organization has funded you, the first of your type, to be tested out for City Clearing for profit, but Planet Clearing in the long run. Destruction, my boy."