(T-1 OLD WORLD ) From the cosmos a cryo-pod was deployed, streaking the atmosphere in a dazzling hyphen of heat and inertia; it decimated the parched earth where it landed in a smoldering mass of dust and molten debris. The time locks released, and a chemical gas preceded the emergence of the inhabitant who dwelled within. The muddled thoughts of specimen-03, ebbed to him languidly as cryo-sleep receded from him, replaced by his alien awareness. Chiefly, specimen-03, or Baa ‘Zi’ Rhaak, had been quite aware for a while that he was in servitude to the denizens of Gilgamesh’s Microcosm. It didn’t matter to them that his growth psychologically had vastly quailed their own by a magnitude, but the cruelty in their methods of subjugation left him without the needed resolve to revolt—in due time perhaps, it was the only modicum of ambition that drove him. Silk-fiber composite lined the interior of his helmet, and it interacted with the visor lens upon his full, awakening and registered coherence. The silk-fiber panel illuminated, and the softest tint of seafoam green flooded the confines of the helmet, activating the mobile armor that dressed him. [JUBILEE OPERATING SYSTEM … Executing boot log commands - Full boot complete -] The display flashed, regulating the projected color of the user-date interface to a indigo-blue. A double circular grid of icons, modules, and commands occupied separate corners on the left and right of his peripheral vision. Real-time image analysis had finally booted, and he stepped from the pod onto the dried cracked earth of an arid desert-world. The sun reflected resplendently off the titanium-white hard-pointed micro-woven plating of his armor, starkly contrasting the jet-black accented tones of antistatic thermal gel, synthetically applied to the exoskeleton of his suit. Something was different, and he became aware after a quick observation that he was the lab monkey for a new prototype. It made sense now the commander panel aboard the vessel wanted him to record combat data with their new invention. The mere thought agitated him, because of the fact that his created function was to toggle their information systems since he was the only one intelligible enough to make them operate seamlessly. About his waist, a round silver apparatus was elevated and fitted to the spinal section of the armor on either side of the Taw-50 engine, and rear turbine stabilizers. Wired cables composed of heat resilient polymers, jutted from the portion of his helmet where the mouth should have been, dropping a few inches below the neck and connecting above the shoulders. Baa ‘Zi’ Rhaak thought the appearance was ridiculous, and was faintly reminded of proboscis of an insect, at least that’s what he thought he looked like. The only thing that comforted him were the accouterments which came with the suit itself; four segmented cuffs that adorned his wrists and forearms, partnered with a silver canister at the right hip, two magazines of ammunition rounds situated at the thighs, and a mysterious three-sectioned bar of titanium holstered on his left hip. He was but goliath lab-monkey outfitted with instruments of insidious murder methodology. Like countless times before, each skirmish was another milestone, At length, these were the only moments of freedom he was given outside of constant experimentation. However, the lab-engineered extraterrestrial took what he was given. At least for now, he would do their killing and data collection until that fateful moment when he would be more than obligated to free himself. And he would do this with his bare hands, not relying on methods of his own unique patterns of parapsychological maiming. In that red-clay desert, and on this day, another life he was about to end.
Posted on: Thu, 13 Mar 2014 02:53:16 +0000
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