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Mar 15 2009, 04:25 PM Post #1 |
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Prologue Guardian Unit of Nations Penitentiary Facility Zero One (a.k.a Prison Island) Classified location, mid-Pacific region December 31st, 2099 Prison Island was the blackest of the black ops. detention facilities of the world. Not even the Secretary-General of the United Nations was allowed to know its location, being taken there when necessary by helicopters with blacked out windows. Its location on the civilian global positioning and mapping networks was deliberately changed to appear as nothing but water. It was guarded by an entire infantry company, and a carrier group with escorts taken from various of the U.N member sea-navies that were specifically assigned to seemingly obscure duties on their respective rosters. It was here where the most dangerous people of the world were kept, either awaiting trial or awaiting their death (their crimes so horrendous that the idea of parole is swept away as soon as it's thought), either slowly by life imprisonment or quickly by various methods that walked a fine tightrope between humane treatment and a Geneva violation. It is the prison of choice for those that have been found guilty of crimes against humanity and crimes against extraterrestrials. So far, there has only been one prisoner guilty of both. He sits in a plastiglass cubicle which is guarded around the clock by two operatives, one always from the United States Navy's SEAL Team Six, the other from the Special Air Service of Her Majesty's Royal Army of the United Kingdom. Their prisoner is wearing an all white straitjacket and jumpsuit combination. Chains keep his arms and legs pinioned against the back and legs of the titanium alloy chair that is bolted to the floor. The prisoner has long, graying brown hair that is at shoulder length and a bushy walrus mustache of the same coloration. He stares bitterly at the two operatives and tries to work h up a ball of spit, but his mouth is too dry from the last round of medication. The two guards just stared at the lone door in the room for a good reason. He would gladly recount every detail of his crimes, and those details would make the stomach of even the most seasoned assassin or psychiatrist turn. His name is Dr. Joseph Robotnik. Age, approximately 56 years old. Graduated with honors from John Hopkins Medical School and undertook a career as a general surgeon before humanity received a pleasing answer to a question that boggled them for ages: Are we alone in the world?. The answer came in the form of the anthropomorphic race from the Andromeda galaxy known as the Mobians. When the Mobians started to integrate themselves into human culture, Joseph Robotnik decided to try to become one of the many prospective pioneers of xenomedicine. He applied for the position of colonial surgeon for the first human colony on Mobian soil and took everything, including his young son Ivo with him. He embroiled himself in his work, dissecting corpses of those that had died from unknown causes, trying to figure out what made the Mobians tick. Eventually, in probably the same way the thought processes of those like the Nazi doctors of World War II were twisted, he began to look for ways to make them stop ticking. It first began with precise ways. Drugs, chemicals, gasses. Then his methods began to evolve into more grotesque forms. Freezing, boiling, disembowelment. It was even said (but never confirmed, although when asked, a twisted smile would curl on his face) that he cut apart and ate a young adult Mobian vixen, alive. What made things even more disturbing was the way that he involved his son. Videos confiscated from his chamber of horrors showed him aiding Ivo as he tried to use his father's tools on a young hedgehog about his age. The rosy cheeked, cherubish seven year old could always be seen carrying Joseph's scalpels in a blue case, the caddy of the most macabre game ever conceived. November 6th, 2072 would be the worst day of Joseph's life though, when he was found to be the culprit behind the various disappearances and killings. But it wasn't a vengeful Mobian or human detective that made the pinch. It was his own father, Professor Gerald Robotnik, who was appointed as a special investigator through a diplomatic agreement between the Earth and Mobian governments. He could vividly remember how angry his father had gotten, seizing his psychotic son by the shoulders and slamming him against the refrigeration unit in the morgue repeatedly while screaming at him for what seemed like hours on end. He then led his son into the waiting arms of G.U.N troopers in public and had taken young Ivo away from him, to be evaluated by several child psychiatrists and to be placed in his custody. The trial was publicized as the 21st century's equivalent to Nuremberg with the exception of there being only one defendant, who was tried and found unanimously guilty. Sentenced to life within this secret plastic box. Little did he know, he would soon be getting out of it. |
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| Spiderface | Mar 15 2009, 04:37 PM Post #2 |
RIP AND TEAR
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WOW, just......amazing.......too awesome for my eyes to see :O |
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| Lord Tora Unlimited Crusader | Mar 17 2009, 12:49 AM Post #3 |
【The Knight of Tigers 】
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Cannibalism, whee? This is a strong opening and gives the reader enough background info to get them adequately prepared. The last sentence is a good chapter cliffhanger and provides a nice hook. Dark, merciless and epic as usual. I'm watching this space eagerly. |
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Apr 5 2009, 11:09 AM Post #4 |
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U.S Department of Energy Experimental Oil Platform (EOP) 16 Mid-Pacific Region 5 nautical miles from the Prison Island Restricted Zone He'd made it this far without looking for a deposit, but for old times sake, the 34 year old, rotund Dr. Ivo Robotnik stepped away one of the railings on EOP-16, away from the Pacific sunset into the platform's control center. EOP-16 was his entirely his creation, created to represent MIT against several other colleges that were vying for grant money for their A.I and robotics labs. Whoever that collected the most oil and located the most deposits in a 30 day period would get the funding, with a large sum going to the one that designed the platform. Money was always good, and oil was even better. Which was why after he got done with his little bit of business in the area, he would get into Prison Island with his father and get out quietly and lie low. After everything blew over, they would take the money and the oil as well as the remainder of Ivo's cut of the family fortune and get things underway. Ivo sat at his massive chair in the control station and instructed the station to scan for a deposit and to settle down onto it. Within minutes, the moving platform started to sink down onto the surface of the waves and hover. Ivo could hear the telltale whining of the pumps as they started to work. Now for phase two. Ivo got into the operating system of the platform's main computer and started to fiddle with the Department of Energy's watchdog programs, as he had several times before. It wouldn't do well for a DOE keylogger to pick up on what he was doing and somehow alert G.U.N. His plan to break his beloved father out required total stealth. A brute force engagement would prompt him to leave, setting his plans back further. With the security systems now down, Ivo could relax a bit. He rubbed a white gloved finger against his sweating bald head and checked the reliability of a possible wireless connection to the G.U.N network at the island. He always checked it, no matter how many times he came around to communicate with his father. Notified that he had a strong signal, Ivo proceeded to exploit the backdoor in the G.U.N security network that he'd placed inside when he accessed it for the first time. He'd immediately accessed the security camera for his father's cell and unleashed decoy and scrambler programs in case his connection was detected. Prison Island Joseph heard the whir of the camera as it turned He continued to stare at the two military guards. Then static buzzed into his ears. His eyes brightened out of their normally dull, bored state and he cocked his head. In his ears were two specially modified hearing aids that were sent for by the prison doctors when Joseph complained of hearing problems. Little did they know, the shipment they'd requested was intercepted and swapped out by Ivo through intermediaries right before he embarked on his testing runs of EOP-16. At first, he'd thought the static was a defect but when the buzzing died down and he started to hear his son's voice, a surge of pride went through the aging madman's mind because of his son's concern and for his ingenuity. Through the two way audio system in the camera, they could communicate, with Ivo's voice coming through the camera's address system, which was normally used to inform him that he was going to be fed or changed soon. The only difference was that Ivo's messages were tuned to a special frequency that couldn't be heard except through the hearing aids. He continued to stare at the operatives, keeping his face the way it had been in case the operatives decided to turn around. The sensitive microphones on the camera could pick up on his quiet replies with ease. “Today's the day, father. I'm going to get you out.” On the platform, Ivo had accessed the job center for the robots in the medical section. He accessed one directly and fed a program into it. The medical robot rolled out of the standby storage center in the medical section and proceeded to the drug storage area and passed through security. G.U.N trusted its automated system. None of the prisoners could get access to the central computer and the staff was screened for drug abuse and other malicious behavior regularly. So it wasn't hard at all for the robot to get a syringe of anti-arrhythmia medication and a syringe of epinephrine, only according to Ivo's altered records, they were empty blood test syringes. Ivo then instructed the robot to proceed to his father's cell. When it arrived, the operatives stared at it, glad to see something that had a different color besides that of the walls. The sleek white cylindrical robot had its syringes stored within. The robot stopped directly in front of the door. “M.D #91 here for random medical check of Robotnik, Joseph.” “Not a problem,” the SAS trooper said and looked to his SEAL counterpart. They unslung an ID card that was around their necks on a chain and slid their cards in at the same time. The door opened and the robot rolled in, door closing behind it. Joseph stared at the robot unsurely and looked up at the camera. “Trust it, father. This may be uncomfortable, but we should be seeing each other soon.” The robot then withdrew the anti-arrhythmic and undid the chains by sweeping its hand over the electronic lock in the center. Peeling the chains off, the robot then opened his jumpsuit and then promptly plunged the needle into his chest and injected the medication. Joseph gasped and crumpled to the floor, the anti-arrhythmic slowing his heart down. The robot then injected a controlled dose of epinephrine. Enough to keep his heart going, barely. The robot then stored away the syringes and rolled over to the door, and began slamming a fist against it. “Dr. Robotnik is experiencing a heart malfunction. I must take him to the medical section. Open the door.” The last thing Joseph saw before he blacked out, was the door opening and the robot starting to roll back to him. From there, it was relatively simple. He was pronounced dead and an autopsy was considered unnecessary. His age taken into consideration and the fact that he was to die anyways gave him an express ticket to be buried in the Pacific. It was easy for Ivo to hijack the systems of the automated barge that was taking the body bag out to sea. He had the barge move out to the edge of the restricted area and took the load off it. Then he placed enough fuel within for the barge to make it back without G.U.N knowing that it had made a farther trip than it should have. Within the week, he had harvested around 100 barrels (or 4,200 gallons) of oil and got his father back. Not a bad haul at all. The oil platform started to rise up in the air and moved out towards Asia, undetected. |
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Apr 5 2009, 03:26 PM Post #5 |
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Chapter 1 Mystic Ruins Mobius May 7th, 2109 Gerald Robotnik was in his mid-90s but he looked and felt like he was only in his early 60s. Add in that he had arrived in Mobius at the tail end of spring with a bright shining sun and clear skies as well as optimal weather conditions, and he was feeling even more better, perhaps even invigorated. He sighed and took his round-framed eyeglasses off and replaced them with similarly framed sunglasses. He then looked up in the air and sighed again. If only he was able to take his granddaughter Maria, and if only her grandmother was still alive. He and Maria both missed Mary, and it was hard to tell who missed her more. She was practically Maria's mother since Maria's actual mother, Mitsuru, died at childbirth. Mary Robotnik had looked very much like an older, brown haired version of her granddaughter when she and Gerald first married. She'd simply died in her sleep, napping with 6 year old Maria in 2098, leaving Gerald to take care of his granddaughter. Maria couldn't go to Mobius or even Earth as she was stricken with a genetic disease known as Neuro-Immunodefiency Syndrome or NIDS. NIDS made her prone to severe infections which would normally be able to be fought off by a healthy person. It also ate away at the muscle tissue in her body, forcing her to eat high protein diets to regrow it. She also exhibited mild forms of autism. But that didn't stop the 17 year old girl from annihilating her studies and taking no prisoners. Gerald would have loved to reward her with a trip to Mobius, but instead he had to settle with a few postcards. He walked down the rickety wooden steps of the station platform and wondered what they did when it rained. If it rained. He proceeded towards a hill with steps and upon reaching the top, immediately found who he had come to visit. Lying on the grass was a male 17 year old Mobian fox anthropomorph, wearing a pale blue, long-sleeved dress shirt with the sleeves rolled up to his elbows and a pair of gray shorts. The fox's fur was also pale, a combination of yellow and orange. He wore oversized white, insulated gloves that looked like something an electrician or a mechanic would wear, which his head was resting on. He had two tails which were flat against the grass and to round things off, he had bright blue eyes that reflected on his bright, carefree attitude of the moment. “Professor Robotnik, I presume.” The fox said, still lying down. He then raised his right arm up straight. “Amadeus Miles Prower. But I prefer Tails.” Gerald took his hand and shook it. “That I am. Tails is it?” “Yes sir,” the fox lowered his hand and tucked it back under his head. He closed his eyes halfways. “It was a bit of a surprise when I heard you were coming personally. But I'm not one to tell you what your business is.” Gerald nodded. Tails then patted the grass. “Sit down if you like, take a load off.” “Ah, I've done enough sitting on the train. I must be moving along anyways, busy schedule and all.” Gerald said, rubbing the back of his head. Tails nodded. “That and technicians hungry to test my operating system.” He then sighed and got up off the grass. “Very well then. I suppose you wouldn't have enough time to stay for a cup of mint tea?” “Well...that I could do. I hear it has a reputation.” Gerald smiled. “It comes from the mint plants here in the Ruins itself,” Tails said, brushing himself off. He then put his hands behind his back and clasped them together. “Follow me Professor.” He led Professor Robotnik to another hill and ascended up the steps towards the building Gerald saw there earlier. It was surrounded by sandy ground and some gravel. The fox stepped up to one of the doors and opened it, then stood aside. Gerald stepped inside, and Tails followed, closing the door. He had the air conditioner on, giving out a comfortable breeze. Gerald stopped and looked around. “Very roomy. Nice view too.” “That it is, though I mainly selected this area because of the cliff here. Makes a good airstrip.” Tails said. He then pointed to a set of swinging double doors. “Lab's through there. We'll have our tea back out here. I've got electronics and other things in there that would be too easily damaged if we had a spill there.” Gerald proceeded towards the lab doors and the fox followed. The lab was about the size of two car garages. At one side, it was exactly what it looked like, with a workbench, some drill presses and other machinist devices. Arc welders, laser torches, and even hand tools. On the other side was what looked like a computer junkyard, a few well preserved Earth computers, including a well cared for IBM PC and PC XT that cost him a lot. A few modern servers and what looked suspiciously like a custom made supercomputer. Tails settled into the rolling office chair that was in front of the supercomputer and dug around in a pile of data discs and withdrew two cases that was about the size of the old UMD game discs. He held them up. “There it is. One master and one backup copy.” Gerald took the discs and examined the labels. “What's this AEON mean?” “Two meanings for the two distributions on it,” Tails replied. “The first distribution goes on the servers. That's the ARK Environment for Operating Networks. The other goes on workstations and other systems, the ARK Environment for Operating Nodes. They go together like Windows NT Workstation and Server used to.” “Windows NT?” Gerald had a puzzled look on his face. “Sorry, I'm used to talking like I'm presenting at the local chapter of Mobius Retrocomputing when I'm in here.” Tails said. “Very old operating system from Microsoft. Fell out of the mainstream when it got bought up by Cyberdyne Systems.” “You worked for Cyberdyne for a little while if I remember right,” Gerald mused. “Summer internship a couple years ago.” Tails said. “Not to worry, that's wholly my code.” “Hm,” Gerald set his briefcase on an unoccupied portion of the desk, opened it and put the discs inside, and then closed up the briefcase. “That's not all I have for you though,” Tails got out of the chair and pushed it back up to the desk and went back through the double doors, this time with Gerald following. He led Gerald back to the living room, and this time turned and went through his small kitchen, back outside into an enclosed greenhouse. The fox proceeded to a set of vibrant looking flowers and plants and pointed to them with a gloved finger. “For your granddaughter.” Gerald smiled but shook his head. “I thank you for the thought Mr. Prower but I'm not sure that these plants would be healthy to have around Maria.” “I maintain a stable environment here, free of disease Professor. If you like, I can give you a small bit of each to take up, since it'll be easier to carry. Maria can easily add these to her own plants and grow new sets. She can get the rest when she's cured.” “'When' she's cured?” Gerald said, and raised his eyebrow. “I'm an optimist by nature, Professor. You'll find a cure for her surely enough, with time.” The fox then flitted over to a table and picked up a plastic bag full of seeds. “And these are the mint seeds for the plants I make my tea from. Might do some good if you've got tired researchers.” Gerald accepted the small bag and pocketed it. “Speaking of which,” Tails looked down at his left sleeve, as if looking at his watch. “It's tea time right now.” May 9th, 2109 Station Square Two days later, Tails was asked to meet with his friends for lunch. After an hour train ride, the fox had met them outside of the station, which the city was named for when it was a humble railroad terminal years ago. He was wearing a shirt similar to the one he wore when he met Gerald Robotnik and also a cream colored suit jacket, looking like a young professor from Cambridge or Oxford. “You look very nice Tails,” Amy Rose, the green eyed, pink furred girlfriend of his best friend, Sonic the Hedgehog, said, tugging at his sleeve. Sonic, wearing a blue T-shirt and shorts smacked his friend on the back. “Still dressing like a nerd as usual.” Tails smiled wryly. “But I am a nerd, Sonic.” “Awhile ago you wasn't,” Sonic smirked. No one would've thought of them as fighters but a few years ago, they'd fought for survival when Ivo Robotnik and his father invaded Mobius in 2100. They had managed to somehow kidnap several thousand Mobians and turn them into crude cyborgs that were called Badniks. Most Badniks resembled the Earth animals their anthropomorphic forms were similar to with dangerous weaponry. Those were the frontline troops, with glistening multi-colored E-series robots as the shock troops. From 2100 to about 2106 the forces of Mobius were locked in combat with these terrible beasts until Ivo's forces were beat back into hiding. Tails was Sonic's mechanic and systems expert, keeping the various machines and weapons Sonic used in working condition and considered Ivo to be his technical rival. At one point, Eggman had infiltrated the Mobian military equivalent to NORAD (North American Aerospace Defense Command) and was readying to use Mobius' own nuclear weapons against itself, if it weren't for Tails facing him in cyberspace, countering everything he threw at the systems. Now it was a time of peace. There was no longer a need to make weapons or fly suicidally against the odds. He could just relax. The trio began to walk towards the Emerald Beach. They were going to have lunch at the hotel's outside restaurant there. When they made it there, Tails looked around. “Where's Knuckles?” “He's out doing his usual 'guard the Master Emerald' ninja stuff,” Sonic said and raised his arms up to the air. and took a seat “Finally! I hope they still have chili dogs” Tails settled into his seat and leaned back, putting his hands in the pockets of his jacket. Then suddenly his right hand started to quiver. The cause was his cell phone. He withdrew the phone from his pocket. It was a wholly basic one, just a simple phone, no text messaging, no television, not even an Internet connection. A phone was a phone to him. He raised the phone to his ear and then lowered the phone slightly and covered the transmitter with the palm of his left hand and whispered “Fish sandwich, fries and root beer, please” Amy nodded and Tails answered his call “Hello?” It was Gerald “Miles? This is Professor Robotnik at Space Colony ARK,” “Good afternoon. I take it that since I'm getting this call that you have your network set up,” Tails said. “That we do and this call's routed through thanks to your system. The techs fell in love with it.” “That's good to hear,” Tails said and scratched at an ear. “How much do you want?” Gerald asked. Tails blinked and his mouth hung open slightly “Excuse me?” “How much do we need to pay you?” “Pay?..” Tails was appalled at the idea. “Professor, I didn't write that to sell. You asked for an operating system and that's what I gave you. It didn't take much effort at all. No charge” “No charge? My boy, you at least deserve something for your efforts.” “I'll be fine Professor. Call me whenever you need updates written,” Tails was about to disconnect. “No, no Miles..wait. What if I made you the ARK's system administrator?” “System administrator?” Tails was caught by surprise even more “Yes! You designed the operating system after all, you'd know it best and you could be right at hand if there's a problem. You could also make use of the ARK's resources for your own projects! And...” “Yes, Professor?” Tails asked, half closing his eyes. “You could see Maria,” Tails' eyes then opened back up. That settled it. “Deal,” |
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