Fight for Independence IC

[Aniihya]

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It was a bright day on Mars. The sun came through the bulletproof windows of the colony. Yasuma was linked to a port through a cable from the back of her head. She opened her eyes and said: "Software upgrade complete." She disconnected the cable and the plug at the back of her head was sealed by her silicon skin. She walked into the mess hall where recruits were having breakfast. She grabbed a bread roll and something to drink. She sat down next to the recruits and said: "Good morning." And smiled. A recruit saw her and then said: "Arent you Yasuma Keton, a Elite Ultra from the 2nd Unit? If I may ask, what happened to your eye?" "Yes I am. And I lost my eye when I was 12 in an accident but it was replaced when I volunteered to become an Ultra. I just wear the eye patch to hide my advanced optical sensor." Yasuma said and took her eyepatch off reveiling a normal eye which began to glow red. She then put her eyepatch back on and began eating her bread roll. Another recruit then asked: "How can you eat a bread roll? I thought you were machines with human memories and emotions." "You recruits are always so curious. All Ultras are built differently. I have artificial organs and nerves. I wished to have a similar anatomy to a human since I want to be able to live as a normal human off duty. The only disadvantage is that when I transform, there is a slight pain." She said. The recruits looked astonished. She continued eating hoping her colleagues would show up.

[Rebornneo]

Shar'oken Asgard, better known as 'Thor' to just about anyone who knew him and known as 'that cyborg' by everone who didn't, exited his sleep state and tilted himself forward until he was up straight and stepped out of his sleeper pod. As most times, he was wearing his armor. He didn't like being seen without it, since his body was barely recognisable and horribly disformed by experimental, disfunctioning implants as well as regularly functioning ones. His body was almost completely robotic. He had only his brain, his mouth, and some parts of his skin and muscles left. Only his helmet was easily removable by himself and, with the rest of his armor, transformed with him.

He stretched his muscles, keeping them from overstraining themselves with lugging around a large weight of several types of metals day in day out. Soon he would have to have the last of his muscles replaced out of necessity. His body couldn't maintain them anymore, but he loved the feel of them under his skin versus the mechanics used, so he kept them as long as he could. He decided to go to the mess. He didn't grow hungry, which was an advantage, but he did love the feel and taste of food and drinks. As he arrived in the mess hall he noticed several recruits gathering around an Ultra, harassing her... No... not just any Ultra... the Elite Ultra Yasuma Keton. His face registered no change as he turned away from her, slightly annoyed at her presence.
"Pff, Elites think they run the show... All that government money used... And then they simply 'expend the neccesary lives' of us 'commons' for the sake of the mission."

As he arrived at the food he took just a teaspoon amount of everything, sought the farthest corner to eat and sat down. Concentrating on his food, he opened the lower part of his helmet, showing his mouth. The part of him visible now looked regularly human, if not extremely pale. He took in everything seperately into his mouth, chewed once, and then savoured the taste until it bored him, and he swallowed it for his body to reprocess.

He was definately 'not' looking forward to the rest of the day.

[Aniihya]

Yasuma noticed Thor sitting alone at the other end of the table. He didnt look like he had the best mood. She walked over to him. "Hey Thor. Whats wrong? Do you think I am bragging because I am an Elite. I dont like to brag. For me you are an equal lifeform. You are an Ultra too but a Common right?" She said and got up. "So you want to help me instruct the recruits and then train with some drones?" Yasuma smiled.

[Rebornneo]

Thor ignored the heavy footfall of a mechanical body headed his way and decided to ignore it, fruitful as it was. He heard Yasuma talk, correctly assuming he thought she was bragging, and heard her say she didn't like to brag. He decided it might've been the recruits pushing her. He looked up anyway. Hearing her say 'equal lifeform' he let out a small 'ts' and swallowed the small piece of meat in his mouth, now bored with it. His helmet hissed closed, sealing itself automatically as it always did.

He let his visor become see-through, knowing that most people preferred having eyes to look into while they were talking, even if they were his cybernetic eyes. The small implants had four cameras each, positioned close to eachother for several types of view he could switch between. The small pieces of skin left between the implants on his face were white as bone and nearly see*through. He stared at Yasuma.

"Yes, I'm a common, and one surprised one of the 'elites' would speak with him."

He stood up with her, turning the vizor black again.

"All right, I guess the rookies need their hands held before they learn something... untrue." he hesitated at the last bit, swallowing the words he was about to say, as they would undoubtedly offend the Elite in front of him, which was something he could not afford.

He held out his hand as if opening a door, his palm open. "Ladies first."

[Aniihya]

Yasuma then said: "You are probably the nicest common I have met til now. The other commons are mean and sort of discriminate me because I am an Elite. Not all Elites are arrogant and egocentric. I wish to be able to work with commons as friends and not just as fellow soldiers. So what is your area of expertise? I do aerial and space combat." She began to walk down towards the hangar. Due to her artificial muscles she didnt feel the massive weight of her own body. If she had stepped on someones foot, it would probably not just be broken but fractured in more than 20 places. "Thank you for being so polite." Yasuma said to Thor. Yasuma came to a specially locked door. There was a needle sized hole in it. Yasuma stuck he finger out and a needle shot out of her finger into the hole and back. It gave Yasuma some pain since she had wished for her body not to be numb so she can still feel stuff as a human. The door opened to a gigantic hangar. "There are already some recruits. Lets go." Yasuma said and smiled. She was somewhat happy to have found a nice common.

[Rebornneo]

"Yeah, well, I think they need to get a grip. They use excuses like 'I'm not human anymore!' to be able to act like asses at will, but if we act like that it'll cost us the war. Layering your armor might help stop enemy fire better, but for a nation it's better to have one solidly working mechanism. It's good to hear you see that as well."

As she started walking towards the hangar he followed her closely. "I specialise in space combat. You know, ship-to-ship battles, boarding, ship security, infiltration, sabotage. And when nescesary I can pack a mean punch." The hand he held at his waist turned into a fist at those last words.

In truth he was not really comfortable around the elite, but his armor allowed him to hide his emotions. Also he could control the sound of his voice perfectly, as most things about his body, since he had a vocal processor. The reason he was staying polite, however, was simply because his parents had raised him that way. So as they arrived at the hangar doors, his thoughts wandering every direction at once as they always did, he replied: "No problem, it's in my nature. My body might not be human anymore, my mind is... Tsk, we're almost late and there are only a few of them present. Oh well, I guess we'll have to teach them to be on time as well..."

He looked at Yasuma and turned to the rookies, inspecting them, watching their reactions to the odd forms of himself and the Elite a few steps in front of him, he sighed internally and prepared himself.

[Aniihya]

Yasuma wandered over to the recruits. She took a look at the data of the recruits. "I see we have three commons and an Elite here. I am Yasuma Keton alias Black Angel and this is Shar´oken Asgard alias Thor. We will be your instructors. To discipline: Due to Commons and Elites not getting along I need Elites not to brag about their strength and Commons not to be impolite to Elites because of their differences. We need you to get along and maybe to become friends. You need to work together if we want to free ourselves from Earths tyranny with success."
Yasuma picked up a drone the size of a basketball. "We have five types of drones here. These are the smallest. Then we have drone 3x, 5x, 10x and 20x the size of this but only the larger drones can attack. But first we will train aerobatics and attack small drones. That was the introduction. Thor would you like to continue?" She said and smiled towards Thor.

[Rebornneo]

He nodded at Yasuma and took a step forward. Looking at the recruits, then at the data, and then back at the recruits he sighed.

"All right, listen up. I want you to listen very carefully. Cooperation is very important if we want to succeed in our jobs. Now I know some of you don't get along so well... Well I don't care! This war is about the greater good of everyone here, and we are all part of that. This challenge will be about skill. Not as an individual-" he glanced at the Elite "-but as a team. And a team listens to it's superiors." he looked at the commons. "So basically just listen to what the lady said. Work together, and maybe you won't be discharged from the military!"

He turned his back to the recruits and looked at Yasuma, gesturing her to give him the drone. He caught it and turned back to the rookies. "This training will be about killing the drones. Officially the training is about survival, but I've seen that most recruits find it easy and pass without having to work for it. The weapons on these drones will allow them to hit, damage and force your brain to recognise pain as any real weapon would, with the exception that the effect will be in your mind only. If you get killed in the simulation, you will be knocked out here."

He threw the small drone up, letting it save itself from the peril gravity placed it in. Looking at Yasuma again he spoke softly so the recruits didn't hear him. "I hope you don't give me the same lecture the other elites do when they hear I up the difficulty on the mission. It's necessary for a strong army that doesn't trip over it's own feet... And I hope they can bring up the same respect for eachother we somehow manage to find." He glanced back at the rookies.

"All right, let the training begin. Would you do the honors Yasuma?" he indicated the activation console they were standing next to.

[Aniihya]

"I was rather thinking of doing actual training outside than using a simulator. The recruits should rather be able to fly after real targets and not shoot sim targets. Plus we can survive outside as Ultras." Yasuma said to Thor.

[Rebornneo]

Thor sighed softly. "No, I wasn't referring to a simulator. I meant this as in a simulated combat scenario, I'm sorry if my wording came out jumbled and had you confused. Of course, I do always adapt the weapons to they don't kill. But if you find that reactivating the weapon's full potential gives extra motivation, by all means." he replied to Yasuma.

He looked back over his shoulder at the rookies and saw they were still waiting patiently. Looking back to Yasuma, the door of the hangar caught his attention for some reason. He was half expecting it to open.

[Aniihya]

Yasuma pressed the button to open the hangar door. She took a step outside. "I will be monitoring you guys from above." Yasuma said. She let out a slight sign of pain, then her body began to transform into a black jet. Her body parts shifted around until she took the form of a jet. The jet then took off and began to climb at a very high speed at 90°. At 120000 feet Yasuma began to circle above the base. "Ok you can start." A somewhat metallic female voice transmitted to the recruits and Thor.

[Rin Seiko]

((>Intro. I'll be sure to get into RPin' with you guys, don't worry :3))

True to the name, the sun looked dusty to Duststar. It was dark, that day, on Mars. A storm howled as it snaked through the rocks and channels of the torn surface of the Red Planet. Overhead, a small little block glided on the winds, as if with no effort, to an unknown destination. The storm screamed in protest, ripping at the object, trying to tear it out of the sky. It seemingly ignore the howling protests of the dismayed storm; unwavering as the red soil was tossed and turned about it in the cloudy star.
Akross, sitting in the tiny cockpit, frowned at the sun. It seemed rather bright; more so then usual, even with the storm. The pilot shook his head, looking forward again. He was on a odd contract; apparently, a soilder was suspected of being a spy. Of course, it wasn't just any old one, because then they would have just taken care of it themselves. Oh no. Akross didn't get lucky enough to get paid for simple things. Nope. It was a cyborg; taking a vacation in one of the larger colonies on Mars. Apparently, the army figured they'd rather just have some Mars enthusiast come kill the guy, rather then take the time to figure out if he was a spy or not; or risk it, for that matter. Of course, Akross didn't care much. He got paid, helped out Mars in some way, and would likely cause some good old mayhem while he was at it. The mercenary adjusted his shades, which he had put on to block the sunlight, smirking. Some mayhem indeed.

* * * *

Ah, he hated docking in a aircraft in populated areas. Often times, it took up to two hours just to land. He had to go through the whole procedure of talking with the bored person who was stuck doing the same thing Duststar had to, only backwards. Do you have a valid license? Yes. What is your full name and Citizen number? Let me validate that. Bla bla bla. Office work sucked. Blowing things up and getting paid for it was much better. So, as the figure walked out of the cargo hatch of his little jet, he smiled to himself; he loved blowing things up indeed.

* * * *

Duststar frown at his paper he had held up in his face. Switching between it and the shabby apartment door in front of him, he began to wonder if he had the right place. A cyborg got paid a lot more then a human did in the army; even if the pay still sucked. Dunno why; humans couldn't just replace an arm if it got blow up. Just a part of the whole government's desire to get more cyborgs, apparently.
Sighing, the lone figure knocked on the door, hanging his head a it, doubting he'd see a clean cut military man open the door. Much to his surprise, that was what opened the door exactly. Half of his skull was metallic; he even was wearing his uniform. It didn't look very clean. He frowned at the odd figure on his doorstep, tensing up. "What?"
Akross probably didn't look very scary. He wasn't very tall, or for that matter scary. He probably looked like a kid in his large overcoat, with his hands in his pocket. He sighed; annoyed to be treated like something that wasn't a threat. Almost half heartedly, Akross produced a small pistol from inside of his coat. Which, was nearly, and rather rudely, smacked out of his hand. The Cyborg, by programming or instinct, smacked it out of his; or rather tried but missed a bit. The man shoved Duststar across the hallway, into the back wall, and lifted him up by his collar. "The hell are you doing?!" He screamed, panicked. "The hell does it look like I'm doing?! Killing you! Army thinks your a spy, after all." The pinned man screamed back.
Akross brought his fist in with an uppercut, hitting the cyborg on the unplated chin, causing him to loosen his grip. Thanks to fate, or luck, one of his arms wasn't organic; and the organic, weaker one was the one holding Akross up on the wall. He twisted out of his grip, kicking upwards at the still recovering soldier. Unfortunately, his kick hit the man's chest. Which was metal. And solid. It didn't even cause him to stumble. Now the cyborg, obviously not very happy, grabbed said foot, flipping Duststar into the low ceiling that was the porch of his apartment, which luckily again for Duststar, happened to be basically a plank of wood. He smashed up through it, causing a bit of a pain in his back, but that was it. Before Gravity decided to nearly break his ankle, two shots from the mercenary's pistol flew into the skull of the cyborg... that is, the metal part. Although it clearly didn't feel very good, it wouldn't kill him. His grip on the foot was gone, leaving it and its owner on the little makeshift roof. That owner, though, seeing this as an opportune moment, dived back through the hole, foot first, and into the organic part of the man's head, likely partly caving in his skull. He collapsed on the ground, unconscious.
Duststar spat on the man. "The hell? Next time, don't hit me, and let me actually shoot the human part of your head." Despite this, he smiled. That turned out more painful then he had expected, but quicker too. Normally, it ends up being a chase through the city. The successful little mercenary stretched, rubbing his back, before dragging the body into its apartment. Akross opened his phone, dialing his employer's. "Hello? Hey. Its Duststar. Yup. Cash; I hate electronic. Just mail it. Mhmm. Glad to help out Mars." With a snap the phone shut, gliding smoothly back into its little pocket.

[Aniihya]

A couple drones came out and Yasuma did a couple maneuvers and shot the drones down. "That was my demonstration. Now its your turn." Yasuma said.