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 enteres the bar once again, but now with some friends. The five bulky, armed men weaved through the bar seperatly, regrouping at a corner of the room. XXI sat down and opened the suitcase he had been carrying the whole time, from all its contents he took the laptop. The other four men made preparations for cameras, sentry guns and radars. After a few minutes the regular bar corner was transormed into a high tech operation base. XXI was typing on the laptop, much faster than you'd expect from him. Two guards had their own laptops, typing as well, slightly slower than XXI, but the last two men guarded the area, rifles ready and muscles tensed. No one would be able to suprise them.
XXI hopes that he doesn't wind up fighting that awesome dude.
Though XXI would called him something else.
XXI isn't a real moral guy, though he would take a challenge for a one-on-one fight without having his 'friends' interfere. But he's typing now.
XXI looked up from his typing, but didn't stop. His four henchmen just continued what they were doing, though XXI observed Erin, as was his nature.
XXI 's writer sometimes regrets that he had made XXI unable to talk.
The two guarding guards (Yes, I know it sounds stupid :P) raised there rifles at the scene between the woman and the male, ready to shoot if XXI ordered. But he didn't. Not yet. He was too busy observing, figuring it out. The other two men continued their typing, not looking at their surroundings.
XXI turned around faster than you'd expect from him, he gribbed Lux' wrist firmly. He wouldn't be able to see XXI's emotion. But it was clear that XXI didn't like to be touched. The two guards kept their attention on the other patrons, the technicusses kept typing. XXI could break this man's wrist if he wanted to.
XXI didn't let go of Lux' wrist, instead he firmed his grip even more. Although he respected the guts that this boy had, he didn't like the insults. Puh, he even thought he could've hurt him. Poor boy.
Talk with XXI? He wouldn't be the first one. XXI wanted to talk back as well, he'd be happy to in fact. The thing just was that he couldn't talk. He shook his head slowly, in a threatening way. XXI didn't care if people looked at him, he just looked back and eventually the other person would start talking. Maybe things would be different if XXI could talk, but he didn't count on maybe. Maybe implied that luck was involved, and luck always left you in times when you most needed it.
XXI lifted up his right fist next to his head, a few inches between them. He stretched his index finger and middle finger twice and placed it on the gun. This boy wasn't the brightest. XXI had noticed nothing was what it seemed on Terra, and nothing stayed what it was.
XXI knew it would be best to keep playing dumb, probably annoying the boy because he didn't react to it's insults and comments verbally.
It seemed like this boy was quick to assume, XXI had no intention to attack him, he just had to talk with his body language, and so he had done. Second he didn't think this one was harmless, if you were harmless you'd die in Gambit's.
What it said about him personally? Nothing much in fact, the person XXI had been was destroyed in the attempt to make him the ultimate soldier. The only thing they had messed up was letting him have his own mind, to stay human.
XXI noted he had a laptop, and two of his employees had both a laptop as well. Which made three. XXI could help, if he was asked, maybe payed. But then again, he didn't count on maybe.
XXI noticed the person he had been communicating with had left. He was about to sit down and continue his work on the laptop, but instead he walked to the counter and took one of those iron balls that had been there for a short time, and everyone wanted to know why they were there. XXI saw Vanora, whom looked like she could use a drink. He looked at her and lifted his head up in a "What can I get you?" way.
XXI shook his head at Vanora, after being glanced over. She was right, he hadn't been here that much. He didn't socialize that often, for an obvious reason. He took a bottle of rum and a glass, filling it, stopping at the right time so it was filled to the edge. He shoved it towards her without spilling any of the drink. He took his first aid kit in his left hand and pointed at it with his right one, having to put down the iron ball for the moment. He tilted his head at Vanora, waiting for an answer.
XXI looked the list over, then looked Vanora over. It could've looked flirty, but he only did it to see if she could be a threat. Yes. He then shook his head, he already had a job which he sort of enjoyed.
He put the kit away and nodded. Tough. Although his first aid kit was the best of the best.
He pointed at the middle of his chest and crossed his arms over it twice before showing her his index finger "XXI", she'd get it. He then placed his finger on her lower neck and tilted his head, meaning "You?" Placing his index finger on her chest would've been inapropiate.
XXI had both hands on his rifle now. There had been shooting. His henchmen were standing as well in the corner of the room, all with a fire-ready rifle.
XXI had noticed Vanora lied. When the man bumped into her he had caused her pain. He didn't like it when people hurt the person XXI was talking with. He looked the pirate over for a second, the gun didn't seem to high tech compared to his, but that didn't mean it wasn't dangerous. He took another glass and filled it with rum, seemed like he knew how to be a bartender. He shoved it towards Kate and nodded, then looking back at Vanora.
Had he just amused her? That was something new.
XXI noted he had asked that same question to Vanora as well, but compared to Bion he had done something nice before it.
XXI shouldn't act nice too often.
XXI noticed he had still the second glass of rum in his hand due to his writers fail to let him put it down. But now he puts it down infront of Kate, nodding slightly.
XXI would've smirked if he could. Vanora had given him her name, not Bion. But he had only thought this if he hadn't been through the process of becoming the ultimate soldier. He refilled Vanora's glass to the edge and nodded at her.
XXI refilled Kate's glass, exactly to the edge. He then placed his left hand on the iron ball, tapping on it as if it was somesort of code. The ball began to light up every three seconds. This could be fun to observe, instead of useful.
XXI then shook Vanora's hand, firm but gentle. He would've done this earlier if his writer would read things better.
XXI filled a slightly bigger glass with rum, there weren't any glasses with the same size as Kate's and Vanora's glasses. He filled it to the edge and shoved it towards Bion, who, regaridning to XXI's observing, only was here for Vanora's presence. He refilled Kate's glass as well as Vanora's glass. His left hand still on the pulsating iron ball. He then filled bowl with rum for the big cat.
