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...
A soft wind blew through , barely offering cool for the sweat in the dank of the dark woods.
Peter glances up. He takes a deep breath, savoring the fresh air, before it passes.
He glances around, barely taking in his surroundings as he does an unsteady circle, trying look at all around him.
He was just present in the moment, wasn't he? What was going on? Why didn't anything happen? What did just happen?
His mind races, trying to gather thoughts.
It's... It's like every time something happens, I wake up, but between then...
The thought is lost as he glances down to his hands, aware they are now shaking, and sees that he's holding his pistol in his gloved fingers. He hastily holsters the gun, unsteadily handling the straps on the holster as he does so. He's gasping for breath, and feels suddenly ill.
He falls to his knees, breathing shakily and quickly before falling onto his side and lying there.
I'm just... tired...
His vision dims as he slips into an unsteady sleep, the breeze gracing his face as it picks up again, allowing a ghost of a smile to cross his face before he blinks into the abyss.
Bloop-5 whirred and shifted quickly into the shadows of a higher limb, to continue observing those below. One of the beings, maybe people - Bloop didn't get a true inspection, held a blue vial.
A cool breeze swept through - the other fell to their knees. Something seemed amiss in these parts. Was it the air? Bloop didn't have feelings or thought upon initial programming, but if the little mechanical thing did it would think that it must be something in the air.
