dreams-of-mechanical-minds

[dreams-of-mechanical-minds]

Fury

J-R-23124-1, referred to by his fellow crewmen as Junior, woke to the sound of alarms.  sitting bolt upright, the corpus workman turned his eyes to the notice board above the door to his quarters, where the a notice ran repeatedly across the screen:

EMERGENCY: CONTAINMENT BREACH // THREAT LEVEL: ALPHA PROTOCOL // LETHAL FORCE AUTHORIZED ON ALL TEST SUBJECTS // THIS IS NOT A DRILL.

J-R-23124-1 quickly jumped out of bed, panicked adrenaline already coursing through his system, and did his best to force himself into his protective suit.  Securing the helmet across his head, J-R-23124-1 watched as the boot up sequence began.  The boot up sequence on a corpus helmet was never very long, slightly below two seconds at most, but for J-R-23124-1, it was too long, especially for an alpha breach, where every femtosecond could mean the difference between life or death.  

As soon as the boot up completed and J-R-23124-1 could see clearly, he reached for his Dera, a gift from his family on his success being accepted to the facility’s project, and now the only thing standing between his life and his death.  J-R-23124-1 opened the door to his room and ran outside, joining another group of crewmen and Moa in the corridor as they rushed toward lead project containment.  As he ran, J-R-23124-1′s combat log began running, updating itself with an active battle feed, the subject had been contained to levels three through eight for now, but it was doubtful that it would last that way, given its  inclination to violence and immense brute strength.  

As his team reached level three, J-R-23124-1 watched the head of the team punch his security code into the door.  The lights were out on the other side, and in response to the sudden darkness, the Moa with J-R-23124-1′s team switched on their onboard lights, the sight that greeted them almost turned J-r-23124-1′s stomach.  The bodies of at least seventy crewmen has been torn and scattered around the room, some of them whole, but some were missing limbs, sometimes one, sometimes multiple, some didn’t even look like bodies anymore, blood painted every conceivable surface, from floor to ceiling.  entering the room with extreme caution, the team spread themselves out slightly, keeping two meters between themselves and any other crew member.  As the beams of the lights roamed over the walls, the blood reflecting their shine back, staining the crewmen’s clothing in the light.  J-R-23124-1 felt his boot strike a hard surface, looking down, he saw the helmet of another crewmen, claw slashes covering its surface and marring its outer frame, the crewman had been torn in half, with the lower half of their body somewhere else in the room most likely.  

the doors behind the team slid closed with a cold metallic thunk, bathing the area in darkness, illuminated only by the shine of their flashlights.  as the team moved deeper into the room, J-R-23124-1′s motion tracking software alerted him to movement along his right side, accompanied by a loud splash as an object landed in a pool of blood nearby;  all at once the crew began to shout, their lights wheeling to face the object.  another dead crewman, his stomach carved open with guts spilling across the pool, J-R-23124-1 stepped back, each of the crewmen sweeping their lights around the room. as his back pressed itself against a supporting beam in the middle of the room, J-R-23124-1 felt something drip onto his shoulder, reaching over, he wiped it off with a finger, before examining his hand, a dark liquid covered it, and his rig conducted a rudimentary analysis, blood, looking up, J-R-23124-1 saw a shape perched just above him, and turning around, he brought the light on his weapon to bear.  It was the test subject, perched on the beam above him like an avenging demon, blood dripping from its clawed hands. 

opening his mouth, J-R-23124-1 let out a scream and stumbled back, and each of the surrounding crewmen wheeled towards him, opening fire on the test subject, it did nothing.  lunging down over J-R-23124-1′s head, the test subject put its hand straight through the head of one crewman, before tearing its hand free and cleaving another in two in the same motion, blood began to shower from both corpses as they dropped to the ground, several Moa approached it, only to meet the same fate, one crewman turned to run, only to be impaled by a harpoon launched from the test subject’s hand, dragging him screaming back towards the subject, who proceeded to rip his head off with brutal efficiency, leaving only J-R-23124 alive, who scrambled back against the support, the test subject approached in a way that could almost be described as seductive, its hips swinging from side to side as blood trailed down its form.  J-R-23124-1 continued to scream as the test subject approached, his hands scrambling to hold his dera upright. 

Alad V watched the test subject approach J-R-23124-1 from the comfort of his arm chair, the prototype of the Zanuka model resting at the side of his chair.  with amusement he watched as the test subject tore through the last crewman, ending his screams.  “So brutal” he mumbled to himself “So efficient, so, so” he trailed off, searching for the right term, before slowly drawing the word across his tongue. “So beautiful.”  the monstrous warframe approached the doors leading to level two, and wrenched them open with brute strength alone, Alad V nodded before pulling up a feed to one of his inferiors. “Prepare my personal shuttle, the tests are done.” his inferior acknowledged before he closed the feed, turning back once again to watch the brutal frame wander through the halls of the testing facility, killing all in its path.

[dreams-of-mechanical-minds]

Fury

J-R-23124-1, referred to by his fellow crewmen as Junior, woke to the sound of alarms.  sitting bolt upright, the corpus workman turned his eyes to the notice board above the door to his quarters, where the a notice ran repeatedly across the screen:

EMERGENCY: CONTAINMENT BREACH // THREAT LEVEL: ALPHA PROTOCOL // LETHAL FORCE AUTHORIZED ON ALL TEST SUBJECTS // THIS IS NOT A DRILL.

J-R-23124-1 quickly jumped out of bed, panicked adrenaline already coursing through his system, and did his best to force himself into his protective suit.  Securing the helmet across his head, J-R-23124-1 watched as the boot up sequence began.  The boot up sequence on a corpus helmet was never very long, slightly below two seconds at most, but for J-R-23124-1, it was too long, especially for an alpha breach, where every femtosecond could mean the difference between life or death.  

As soon as the boot up completed and J-R-23124-1 could see clearly, he reached for his Dera, a gift from his family on his success being accepted to the facility’s project, and now the only thing standing between his life and his death.  J-R-23124-1 opened the door to his room and ran outside, joining another group of crewmen and Moa in the corridor as they rushed toward lead project containment.  As he ran, J-R-23124-1′s combat log began running, updating itself with an active battle feed, the subject had been contained to levels three through eight for now, but it was doubtful that it would last that way, given its  inclination to violence and immense brute strength.  

As his team reached level three, J-R-23124-1 watched the head of the team punch his security code into the door.  The lights were out on the other side, and in response to the sudden darkness, the Moa with J-R-23124-1′s team switched on their onboard lights, the sight that greeted them almost turned J-r-23124-1′s stomach.  The bodies of at least seventy crewmen has been torn and scattered around the room, some of them whole, but some were missing limbs, sometimes one, sometimes multiple, some didn’t even look like bodies anymore, blood painted every conceivable surface, from floor to ceiling.  entering the room with extreme caution, the team spread themselves out slightly, keeping two meters between themselves and any other crew member.  As the beams of the lights roamed over the walls, the blood reflecting their shine back, staining the crewmen’s clothing in the light.  J-R-23124-1 felt his boot strike a hard surface, looking down, he saw the helmet of another crewmen, claw slashes covering its surface and marring its outer frame, the crewman had been torn in half, with the lower half of their body somewhere else in the room most likely.  

the doors behind the team slid closed with a cold metallic thunk, bathing the area in darkness, illuminated only by the shine of their flashlights.  as the team moved deeper into the room, J-R-23124-1′s motion tracking software alerted him to movement along his right side, accompanied by a loud splash as an object landed in a pool of blood nearby;  all at once the crew began to shout, their lights wheeling to face the object.  another dead crewman, his stomach carved open with guts spilling across the pool, J-R-23124-1 stepped back, each of the crewmen sweeping their lights around the room. as his back pressed itself against a supporting beam in the middle of the room, J-R-23124-1 felt something drip onto his shoulder, reaching over, he wiped it off with a finger, before examining his hand, a dark liquid covered it, and his rig conducted a rudimentary analysis, blood, looking up, J-R-23124-1 saw a shape perched just above him, and turning around, he brought the light on his weapon to bear.  It was the test subject, perched on the beam above him like an avenging demon, blood dripping from its clawed hands. 

opening his mouth, J-R-23124-1 let out a scream and stumbled back, and each of the surrounding crewmen wheeled towards him, opening fire on the test subject, it did nothing.  lunging down over J-R-23124-1′s head, the test subject put its hand straight through the head of one crewman, before tearing its hand free and cleaving another in two in the same motion, blood began to shower from both corpses as they dropped to the ground, several Moa approached it, only to meet the same fate, one crewman turned to run, only to be impaled by a harpoon launched from the test subject’s hand, dragging him screaming back towards the subject, who proceeded to rip his head off with brutal efficiency, leaving only J-R-23124 alive, who scrambled back against the support, the test subject approached in a way that could almost be described as seductive, its hips swinging from side to side as blood trailed down its form.  J-R-23124-1 continued to scream as the test subject approached, his hands scrambling to hold his dera upright. 

Alad V watched the test subject approach J-R-23124-1 from the comfort of his arm chair, the prototype of the Zanuka model resting at the side of his chair.  with amusement he watched as the test subject tore through the last crewman, ending his screams.  “So brutal” he mumbled to himself “So efficient, so, so” he trailed off, searching for the right term, before slowly drawing the word across his tongue. “So beautiful.”  the monstrous warframe approached the doors leading to level two, and wrenched them open with brute strength alone, Alad V nodded before pulling up a feed to one of his inferiors. “Prepare my personal shuttle, the tests are done.” his inferior acknowledged before he closed the feed, turning back once again to watch the brutal frame wander through the halls of the testing facility, killing all in its path.