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 heard a voice and in a second he realised it was directed to him. In a fluent motion his head turned to look at the person whom had spoken, looking down at Kisa before he turned his body to face her. "Hello," he said, that robotic tone in his voice like before.
XXI got no response from the girl that had spoken to him, the same person he had responded to. But it didn't seem to mind him. But there was something about that guy, Absolution, why did he give XXI the feeling that something was going to happen.
The man looked away and began to walk to the corner of the room, using the reflection in the window to see if someone looked at him, sitting down once he arrived at the booth. A good place to observe.
XXI was running through the woods, jumping over fallen trees, ducking to dodge the branches of the ones that were still reaching up to the sky. XXI had been traveling for quite some time now, but he didn't seem to mind. His suit, however, though different about things.
'Seriously? You're going to let them use you as a delivery-boy?'
'Oh, shut it, last thing we need is another warning.'
'Idiot. When do you grow a spine?'
And the arguement continued, two streams of thoughts in XXI's head. But when he heard something, both shut up. Slowly XXI reached to his back to arm himself with the riffle on his back. The soldier slowed down and looked around, curious to what had made the sound.
XXI saw a squirel run by, raising an eyebrow though it would be hidden by his mask. "That way, apparently," the soldier remarked and moved in the direction the squirel ran from quietly. After a while he'd see a girl, sitting against a tree. She didn't seem like a serious treat at the moment, but XXI wouldn't be alive at this time if he hadn't been as suspicious as he was. Slowly he aimed at her, continueing to close in with his gun pointed at her.
XXI stopped moving completely when she reached for her weapon, for a moment thinking about shooting her. But XXI didn't want to kill someone without knowing who they were and why they were here. Besides, he didn't have orders that involved her. Unless she wanted to take the message from him, but XXI would rather die than let that happen. "Who are you?" he asked, his voice sounding quite robotic while he sat down behind a tree, glancing around it to keep an eye on her.
XXI let out a sigh. Why couldn't she just answer his question? "XXI," he replied, his weapon still aiming between her eyes. XXI was pretty accurate shooter, especially when both he and his target weren't moving a lot. "I repeat, who are you?" He still wanted to know if he knew her or her faction.
XXI thought to himself. 'Zahraa, have I ever heard of someone named Zahraa?' 'Why don't ask me? Since I'm the smarter one.' 'You're just a su-' 'Don't you dare finish that sentence!' 'Fine, but let's stay on topic. Zahraa?' 'Never heard of.'
XXI let go of the riffle, its weight moving from his arms to his shoulder when gravity began to pull it down, stopped by a cord around XXI's shoulder and around the weapon. "I want to see if you're a threath," XXI replied, standing up and leaning against the tree. To be honest, XXI didn't want to fight either.
XXI glanced around the tree, watching her pack her stuff and noticing the look on her face. XXI made a quick prayer and walked towards her, his heart racing as he thought about if he made the right choice. "Perhaps," he said holding his hands behind his head. "But the squirel was what gave you away."
XXI could hit himself for the head at her comment. She was right, most wouldn't think a squirell that ran would be a strange thing, especially when walking through a forest. "I-... You are right, I am always on the look out," he responded, trying to figure out what he could and couldn't tell her.
XXI rose a brow at her pained sigh, quickly glancing her over to see in what state she was. But this time he looked at her differently than he had done before, instead of searching for a threath he was merely trying to figure out if she was healthy. "I suppose so, but it can be life-saving," XXI said, shaking his head slightly at her thanking. "No need to, I could say the same thing to you," he replied, his robotic voice still not showing a sign of emotion.
XXI watched her limp off, having another quick argument with his suit before he followed her. XXI placed a hand on her shoulder and tilted his head. "Do you... Require help?" he asked hesitantly. XXI wasn't sure what to do, he wasn't a medic, nor did he knew how helping her would affect the future of his business. But it couldn't be that bad, could it?
XXI shook his head. "No you aren't." Only a blind person would've believed her. And XXI was far from blind. He did pull his arm back though. He looked directly at her and repeated his question. "Do you require help?"
XXI let out a frustrated sigh, crossing his arms. "You don't want or need help?" he asked, making quite the irritated face, though his mask would hide it. "Because you clearly aren't fine, instead limping is normal for you," he stated.
XXI let out yet another sigh. He would have to tell the authorities why he had lost time, and telling them this happened wouldn't be believed if he didn't have any proof. "Sure you can, perhaps you can not only reach the next tree, but also the one after that!" he remarked, his words showing how he felt instead of the tone of his voice, which always seemed to be the same.
XXI nodded. "Well, yes, you could do that on your own. But wouldn't it be nice if someone watched you while you rested?" he inquired, putting down his own stuff next to her, excluding his most valuable possessions. "Plus, I could go for some food, so I don't mind pausing my journey for a moment."
XXI looked back at her, smiling when he saw her flush, though his mask still hid all his facial expressions. "You still think you're able to convince me?" he asked, watching her for a moment before he thought he heard something, or at least thought he did so. But he shrugged it off, not wanting to leave Zahraa just like this. "Damn?" he asked, before he noticed she lifted her leg. Something in XXI had expected a rather good looking leg to appear, but instead he saw a rather injured one. "Oh, I see," he added, kneeling down at her leg while he looked at it, trying to find out the cause of the wound. "And yes, it does mean twenty-one," he answered, though most of his attention was for the wound.
XXI looked at her, shrugging lightly. "Cool, I don't use that word like that often," he responded, shocking a bit when she asked him if he was an android. "No," he remarked curtly. "I'm very much human." The robotic voice made people suspect he lied, though. He watched her treat the wounds and got out his own first aid kit, just in case it would be necessary. "Wait, your dad sents people after you to capture and beat you up, or has he done this himself?" he asked, not getting it completely. XXI looked back at her wound again, his gaze moving over her leg. 'Enjoying it?' his suit teased, causing XXI to let out a sigh. 'I bet you are, but I'm jus trying to help her,' XXI replied. 'Sure~' Sometimes, XXI couldn't hate his suit more.
XXI rose a brow. "How I'm human? Well, beneath this suit is a real man, or do I have to say without the suit, I don't know it anymore," he muttered, letting out a sigh afterwards. "That's... Sad." XXI didn't know how to respond to such a thing if family was involved.
XXI smiled a bit nodding. "Perhaps, but I wish I'd appear more human, though," he admitted, looking himself over briefly before he looked at Zahraa's leg again, then his gae moved to her eyes. "Okay," he said, waving his suit's comment off mentally before he continued. "If you ever need help, and I'm around..." he started, assuming she'd get the point.
XXI nodded back at her. "You're welcome," he replied, again thinking he hear something, but he wasn't sure because Zahraa didn't seem to react to it. "I was on my way to deliver a message," he replied to her, stretching his arms for a moment before he sat down, leaning with his back against the tree, right next to Zahraa.
