Description
Main title:Second in Command of the GakresGakres is an organization for all races, all species. It's huge. From space vacations to illegal smuggling, from police forces to mercenary groups. They fund all of them, have people in all of them and make profit from all of them. The real leader is unknown and only XXI shows his face. They mainly focus in smuggling and trading. There isn't much more known about them.
Other Titles:Deserter of the SOC
Firdian's Army Corporal
First Sergeant of the Xerdos Rebels
Major of the Royal Guard on Gerfus
"Gud 'umie" (according to the Ork Waaagh on Bazdif)
Python's Senior Airman
Captain of the Grand Chendouz Battleship
Winner of the Felldon Tournaments
Advisor of Grysiph the Emperor of Slivins
Dytar's Artillery Spotter
Un'aois Technical ChiefEquipment
Everything in the image, plus some first aid stuff and grenades.
First Aid Kit:
Bandage- Just regular bandage, nothing strange with it.
Pain Killer- He isn't afraid to stab this needle in the palm of his left hand and push the button. Especially when it dulls the pain he's in to give him those extra, valuable seconds.
'XXI's Special Healing Fluid'- XXI stole this from the lab, but somehow he doesn't want to give it a name or sell it. He's a bit scared of the fact that people could try to reproduce it, making somesort of virus and re-starting the Plague.
The usual stuff- There's also the normal stuff in it, no need to mention it as long as it isn't being used.
Armor:
Nano-Suit- This specially designed suit covers XXI's body completely. It's always the same tempature, body tempature, protecting XXI from the most burning heats and the most chilling blizards. In this suit you could be hit by lightning and survive, it is made from something like rubber, therefor stopping the electricity. It is, however, destructable, even though it's thickness and auto-repairing. This auto-repairing isn't only repairing the suit, it takes care of injured body parts as well. The suit is linked to his body.
Nano-Mask- The Nano-Mask comes with the Nano-Suit, having almost all the same abilities, but some other improvements added. It's linked to his mind. His eyesight becomes much better, able to switch between different types of sight. Regular, Infra-red, etc. His hearing is enhanced as well, changing his already great hearing into an ultimate one. He only inhales good air, after multiple weeks of trying to find out what the best amount of stuff in the air was they finally found out. This unables him to breath in water, toxic air and the like. He can choose to stop smelling on every moment, another useful thing.
Nano-gloves- This has got the same abilities as the Nano-suit, as well as a 'sucking' grip and re-inforced tips on the knuckle area, for a harder punch. He could even climb a wall for some seconds, as long as he keeps moving.
Nano-boots- As well as the Nano-gloves this has the same abilities as the suit and the 'sucking' grip, re-inforced tips on the top of the toes. The boots are also able to 'shoot' XXI a couple of feet in the air.
Weapons:
High Tech Rifle- XXI's rifle is specially designed for him, linked to his suit, works as somesort of auto-aimer, finding weak spots on enemies. It has a lot of different stances a few examples are: Rapid, Piercing, Sniper. Rapid would be fast firing, sacrificing impact for speed. Piercing is slightly slower, for heavy armored infantry. It's still pretty fast, but clearly slower than Rapid. Sniper is definatly the slowest, but besides that it has the most impact as well. One of the best things about this rifle is the amount of sound it makes, only a dolphine would hear it to say so, both the firing and the flying prohectiles.
High Tech Small Grenades- These grenades are slightly bigger than beans. The explosion is from the middle to where the fire stops is six and a half inch. These grenades are espiacilly designed for fights in small rooms, where you could blow up uninvolved people or yourself. These grenades can be fired from the lower barrel of the rifle. One at a time or a spreaded attack of five grenades.
High Tech Flashbang- Lets out a loud bang and a bright flash. Blinding you for twelve seconds, while you're deaf.
High Tech Gass-Bomb- Like a regular smoke bomb, great for attempts of fleeing, but this gass doesn't only blind you, it irritates your eyes as well, you'll be blinded by smoke and tears if you manage to keep your eyes open.
High Tech Pistol- This one-handed pistol doesn't shoot bullets, instead it shoots plasma beams. These beams are not fast, but it's strong against armoured opponents.
History
He forgot it, or better, he was made to forget it.
Passive Abilities:
Ultimate physical condition- XXI was made to become the ultimate soldier, one without moral, never doubting his master. The first step for this was to turn his body into a weapon. He has no fat at all, but on the other hand he's much more muscular than the average quasi-ultimate soldiers. But his muscles aren't a disadvantage, they are made in such a way that he's much stronger and faster than you'd think. Every muscle is in fact at least twice as strong as you'd expect from it. XXI could sprint weeks before he finds himself wanting a break of a few seconds.
Thick skin- XXI's skin isn't normal as well. It's as tough as it could get, therefore more force is needed to pierce it. Another improvement of his skin compared to regular skin is that it's much softer. This enables him to walk with less sound, and people will think his skin is less thick because of the softness.
Awareness- XXI is more aware of his suroundings than most people. He could hear a rat walk to say so, and see the wings of a bug go up and down. Yet it's never too much for him, if he'd be at a concert with thousands of people talking, he doesn't break because of the many impressions.
Hand-to-Hand Combat- XXI is specialised to undo his ooponents of their weapons and to kill them. He has never fought like a marshial art fighter though, just skills he picked up on training. Though it's more than most humans.
Pistol Combat- XXI is specialised to fight with his pistol, knowing exactly how and when to use it.
Rifle Combat- XXI is specialised to fight with his rifle, in all its stances. He'd be the rifleman from who would be suspected to survive a war.
Passive Disabilities:
"No talking back!"- While trying to make XXI someone that doesn't doubt his masters plans they did some experimental surgery on him. Too bad they only destroyed his ability to talk, while they hoped to let him stop thinking. He can write though.
"Don't count on luck!"- XXI's creators didn't want him to count on luck, and they have succeeded. Although XXI doubts the existence of luck sometimes.
"Observe before you jump!"- Although he's called 'Subject XXI, the ultimate soldier' they made him an ultimate observer as well.
So begins...
XXI nodded at her, he got this a lot. He placed his index fingers on the sides of her lips, moving them in a smile. She could get suprised by this, but he had no idea to express himself in another way.
XXI nodded faster than usual at her. Then without looking placing his left hand on the iron ball, tapping on it with his fingers as if it was somesort of a code. The iron ball began to light up every three seconds, his hand still on top of it.
XXI saw her hair change colour, interesting. He noticed her eyebrow raising as well. He tilted his head for a second, thinking. With his free, right hand he gestured as if he was drinking from a glass. He then nodded at her, hoping she'd understand.
XXI shook his head at her, he pointed at the ball and then made the drinking gesture again. He didn't mind it, she was brighter than most people he 'spoke' with.
XXI nodded at Maria, probably smiling if he could. He touched her bare hand and thought of a coconut, something she probably knew. She would see the same image appear in her head. The ball was somekind of coconut, the drink inside. Because XXI was physically enhanced he was different from normal humans, in fact, he was one of a kind.
XXI nodded at Maria, still touching her hand. Unconsciously he thought of a smile, which she would see as well. He was rather interested in this hair colour changing, but he had to go. He retrieved his hands, leaving the ball on the counter, his right hand on his rifle again, he pointed towards the clock and then at the door.
XXI nodded at Maria, making the 'smile-gesture' once again and then gave her a thumbs up. He pointed towards the middle of his chest, then crossed his arms over it twice, showing her his index finger afterwards. It meant something like 'Me: XXI'.
XXI nodded at Maria again and propperly greeted her as a soldier. He walked out of the bar, looking around for threats, hand on his rifle, both as usual, looking over his shoulder at Maria once more just before he left the bar.
XXI kicked the door open, rifle ready to shoot any threats. But what he saw were only threats. Stupid bar. He marched towards the counter and sat down. HE took a piece of paper and scribbled something and shoved it towards the bartender. It said this: "Give me one of those special delivered iron balls from beneath the rightside of the counter." He scanned the room, noting every little detail. The dripping beer tap, the ticking wall clock, the regualer patrons. Most of them could get him to fight, but he wasn't looking for a fight. He now just waited for his drink, if the bartender was done crying that is, crying woman screaming against a man, probably marriage problems, in which case he couldn't interfere.
XXI looked around for something, he still hadn't recieved his drink from the bartender. Maybe there were some species or races to observe, or maybe a fight will errupt in this bar, he could observe that as well, maybe even interfere. But he didn't count on maybe, maybe mostly meant there was luck involved, XXI didn't count on luck, it always seems to leave you when you most need it.
XXI could help to overhear a conversation about feeding. He kept an eye out on those two, since you couldn't say much about vampires, they always tend to be different from other vampires. He could observe them, maybe even help them. But then again, he didn't count on maybe.
XXI was tired of waiting, he had to do something. He walked up to Genishia and tilted his head forward, slamming his fist against his heart, tilting his head up again. The other patrons would thinkg he was in a conversation, therefore not able to keep up with the other events in the bar. They'd be mistaken.
XXI didn't like to get looked at strangely, though this happened a lot to him lately. Then he should just do the regular, goofy greeting. He waved at her. It would probably look stupid, but it was essential for his fascade of being busy.
XXI would yell at the girl, if he could talk. But, sadly, he couldn't. He took a piece of paper and scribbled something down. He hated to write, it took a big amount of attention to write, which he wouldn't be able to use for scanning the room. The paper said "Sorry, I can't speak, but how are you doing?" He thought it would be good to make conversation, observing this girl who seemed to get drinks for less than other patrons. He wondered why.
XXI didn't know why this girl ignored him. He took the piece of paper again and scribbled something else down. For as far as he had seen this girl wasn't so bright if it ame to sign language. "A special someone, or just anyone?"
XXI smiled at the girl, if he could. Maybe that was why she got the drinks for a less amount of money, complimenting. He tilted his head and wrote down something different, although it was almost the same question. He then shoved it towards her. "I didn't meant special as in the whole affectionate things. I meant, do you now who you are waiting for, or are you just hoping to meet someone more entertaining than me?"
XXI continued waiting for the bartender and his special drink. But The Assassin was too busy being awesome and ninja like with Rizoukumei. And the other bartender seemed to be too busy feeding. He'd observe the feeding, he had never seen it before, and he wondered why the male let her feed from him. Although he had noticed males did those kind of things for females in Gambit's.
XXI scribbled something down on a piee of paper, to mock the vampire. He folded it into a paper airplane and threw it at her, probably laughing if he could. "You know I've got an infinite amount of blood, don't you?"
XXI nodded at Lux, formal as usual. He had passed XXI's test, now he just wondered if the girl vampire would pass hers. Observe. Yes, he would do that. No maybes involved this time.
XXI left the bar, observing these patrons didn't seem like a good use of his time. Maybe he'll kill some bounty hunters or mercenaries. Or observe them while they searched for him, maybe that could be interesting. But then again, he didn't count on maybe.
