Civil War (or "keeping it in the family")
Nov 26, 2017 16:26:47 GMT -6
Bonnie Blue, X, and 1 more like this
Post by M.A.X on Nov 26, 2017 16:26:47 GMT -6
The door slams down with a metallic clank, cutting off the barks of surprise and rage from the white-clad handlers and Sigmas’ sharp cry of pain, and leaving M.A.X alone in the dark room. It’s cold, very cold, and even through the almost total blackness he can see the moisture in the air freeze on his false skin.
“Ziggy, what on earth have you done?”
He had arrived at the compound -uncreatively placed in area 52- by a car driven by a very nervous handler, M.A.X had assumed this was because it was the poor guy's first day or something, it was hard to know given the black facemasks. But when he met up with an equally nervous Sigma he started getting suspicious. As the two walked deep into the building they were followed at close range by more handlers, and M.A.X noticed that it wasn’t him that Sigma was afraid of, it was the handlers.
They had gotten to a large, iron door covered in a thin sheet of ice that fell of as it opened after Sigma held his hand to a biometric scanner.
“After you please.” The plea came out less pleasant and more as a hoarse whisper, but M.A.X obliged nonetheless.
As soon as he was through, Sigma smashed the scanner and shouted at him as one handler grabbed him and the other rushed towards the door.
“Max, you need to destroy him!”
And the door had slammed down, leaving M.A.X alone.
“Hello?! Anyone here?”
“WHY HELLO THERE, SON”
The voice is loud, booming, mechanical, and seeming to come from everywhere at once.
“‘Son’? Man I seriously doubt you have that right.”
“YOU SHOULD HAVE MORE FAITH, MAX; I AM INDEED YOUR CREATOR”
“Oh, So you’re not dead... Alpha.”
“I CERTAINLY AM NOT, I DO APOLOGIZE ABOUT THE SUBTERFUGE”
“If you’re not a fan of hiding yourself, why don’t you turn on the lights?”
“OH, WHY NOT”
The lights turn on, revealing a number of people strapped into some kind of chair, or well, corpses, they’re corpses, dried out corpses.
“Well… that’s gross”
“QUITE”
The corpses are a diverse cast, no real correlation between in their appearance appearing, until M.A.X notices greek letters carved into their foreheads.
“Delta, Gamma, Beta… Alpha?”
“AH, YES, AFTER I MADE YOU I DECIDED TO SHED MY MORTAL COIL”
“Oh… the cold isn’t just because you have a body odor problem, your brain is-”
“THE SAME AS YOURS, ALTHOUGH A BIT BIGGER AND IT RUNS A BIT HOTTER”
“Sorry daddy, I know it must be hard to know that I’m the superior model”
“QUITE”
“Must be equally hard for the other fighters in UCI, knowing that I’m actually built for what they train to be able to do”
“AH YES, I’VE HEARD ABOUT THIS UNITED CHAMPIONSHIP INFINITE, THEY SENT YOU THERE FOR CALIBRATION, CORRECT?”
“That’s the place, been a blast so far, getting to kick the shit out of some poor meatbags, even got myself crowned as the Rising Stars champion.”
“IMPRESSIVE”
“I suppose, but it’s a right bunch of weirdos I’m facing…”
“HOW SO?”
“Aside from the transgender alien i faced right after my debut…”
“WAIT WHAT!?”
“I know, right? And this week I’m defending the championship against Mikey E-Eks-Treme.”
“WELL HE SOUNDS UTTERLY INSUFFERABLE”
“Honestly it’s better than you think.”
“HOW SO?”
“He’s some biker-slash-cultist dude, thinks he is, or controls, or obeys -honestly it’s all rather confusing- something called The Darkness.”
“WHAT PART OF THIS IS MEANT TO MAKE ME FIND HIM LESS INSUFFERABLE”
“Oh fuck you, Alphie, maybe it’s just because i spent my youth in the brain of a young adult, but there’s something damn cool about him, he’s impressive, imposing somehow…”
“THE US GOVERNMENT PAID GOOD MONEY FOR THAT MOUTH, DON'T GET IT DIRTY SUCKING HIS COCK OR I'LL HAND YOU THE BILL”
“Oh c’mon, he’s about to step into a ring with me, it’s going to be like a chess champion facing an AI, he may be good, he may be damn good, he might get close to perfection, but I am perfection, I am able to compute and execute the best corse of action for any given situation in a split second, the man doesn’t stand a chance. Neither of us has been pinned or given us so far in our times in the company, but I’ve faced humans before while he has never faced an android.”
“ARROGANT BRAT…”
“It’s not arrogance if I’m right”
“YES IT IS”
“Shut up dad. You know I can and will tear this guy several new assholes, maybe that’ll make him popular at biker meetups, although i wonder if people will be open to it once someone gets The Darkness on their cock...”
“YOU’RE VERY IMMATURE”
“Blow me”
“NO THANK YOU, ALTHOUGH YOU WILL BE PLEASED TO HEAR THAT YOU DON’T HAVE TO WORRY ABOUT THIS MIKEY PERSON ANYMORE”
“Oh? And why’s that?”
“WELL, YOU DON’T THINK I’M GONNA STICK IN THIS OLD COMPUTER WHEN I HAVE A BODY WITH AN EVEN BETTER BRAIN WALKING AROUND, DO YOU?”
As the robotic voice speaks, two large, metal balls roll into the light, unfurling into battle robots with cannons on the end of their hands.
“Really, you betray me with droidekas?”
“HEY, IT’S AN EFFECTIVE DESIGN!”
The droids open fire as M.A.X dives to the floor, he rolls forward to in between them before jumping over one of them, hiding behind it as the bullets of the other tears it to shreds. M.A.X scans the room, looking for anyway out, he finds both that and something even better; along one wall, almost outside the reach of the light stands a large fan, and a mechanism pumping out liquid nitrogen in great puffs of smoke.
M.A.X jumps out from the now destroyed droid, swaying around the bullets of the other before grabbing its cannon, irish whipping it towards the pump, before spearing it as it starts to regain it’s balance. The pair slam into the pump, sending a great gout of the liquid out, freezing the droid to it’s place and stopping the smoke.
“NO!!! YOU PETULANT CHILD”
“Fuck you, dad”
He kicks away the fan and starts climbing out the ventilation vent as the ice on the walls starts to melt and then vaporize, he continues his climb as the air duct starts to glow with heat.
“Alpha, you’re dead…”
He is sure the maniac has a failsafe, this won’t be enough for a killing blow, but it’d have to do for now, he had a match to prepare for, Oklahoma awaits.
“Ziggy, what on earth have you done?”
He had arrived at the compound -uncreatively placed in area 52- by a car driven by a very nervous handler, M.A.X had assumed this was because it was the poor guy's first day or something, it was hard to know given the black facemasks. But when he met up with an equally nervous Sigma he started getting suspicious. As the two walked deep into the building they were followed at close range by more handlers, and M.A.X noticed that it wasn’t him that Sigma was afraid of, it was the handlers.
They had gotten to a large, iron door covered in a thin sheet of ice that fell of as it opened after Sigma held his hand to a biometric scanner.
“After you please.” The plea came out less pleasant and more as a hoarse whisper, but M.A.X obliged nonetheless.
As soon as he was through, Sigma smashed the scanner and shouted at him as one handler grabbed him and the other rushed towards the door.
“Max, you need to destroy him!”
And the door had slammed down, leaving M.A.X alone.
“Hello?! Anyone here?”
“WHY HELLO THERE, SON”
The voice is loud, booming, mechanical, and seeming to come from everywhere at once.
“‘Son’? Man I seriously doubt you have that right.”
“YOU SHOULD HAVE MORE FAITH, MAX; I AM INDEED YOUR CREATOR”
“Oh, So you’re not dead... Alpha.”
“I CERTAINLY AM NOT, I DO APOLOGIZE ABOUT THE SUBTERFUGE”
“If you’re not a fan of hiding yourself, why don’t you turn on the lights?”
“OH, WHY NOT”
The lights turn on, revealing a number of people strapped into some kind of chair, or well, corpses, they’re corpses, dried out corpses.
“Well… that’s gross”
“QUITE”
The corpses are a diverse cast, no real correlation between in their appearance appearing, until M.A.X notices greek letters carved into their foreheads.
“Delta, Gamma, Beta… Alpha?”
“AH, YES, AFTER I MADE YOU I DECIDED TO SHED MY MORTAL COIL”
“Oh… the cold isn’t just because you have a body odor problem, your brain is-”
“THE SAME AS YOURS, ALTHOUGH A BIT BIGGER AND IT RUNS A BIT HOTTER”
“Sorry daddy, I know it must be hard to know that I’m the superior model”
“QUITE”
“Must be equally hard for the other fighters in UCI, knowing that I’m actually built for what they train to be able to do”
“AH YES, I’VE HEARD ABOUT THIS UNITED CHAMPIONSHIP INFINITE, THEY SENT YOU THERE FOR CALIBRATION, CORRECT?”
“That’s the place, been a blast so far, getting to kick the shit out of some poor meatbags, even got myself crowned as the Rising Stars champion.”
“IMPRESSIVE”
“I suppose, but it’s a right bunch of weirdos I’m facing…”
“HOW SO?”
“Aside from the transgender alien i faced right after my debut…”
“WAIT WHAT!?”
“I know, right? And this week I’m defending the championship against Mikey E-Eks-Treme.”
“WELL HE SOUNDS UTTERLY INSUFFERABLE”
“Honestly it’s better than you think.”
“HOW SO?”
“He’s some biker-slash-cultist dude, thinks he is, or controls, or obeys -honestly it’s all rather confusing- something called The Darkness.”
“WHAT PART OF THIS IS MEANT TO MAKE ME FIND HIM LESS INSUFFERABLE”
“Oh fuck you, Alphie, maybe it’s just because i spent my youth in the brain of a young adult, but there’s something damn cool about him, he’s impressive, imposing somehow…”
“THE US GOVERNMENT PAID GOOD MONEY FOR THAT MOUTH, DON'T GET IT DIRTY SUCKING HIS COCK OR I'LL HAND YOU THE BILL”
“Oh c’mon, he’s about to step into a ring with me, it’s going to be like a chess champion facing an AI, he may be good, he may be damn good, he might get close to perfection, but I am perfection, I am able to compute and execute the best corse of action for any given situation in a split second, the man doesn’t stand a chance. Neither of us has been pinned or given us so far in our times in the company, but I’ve faced humans before while he has never faced an android.”
“ARROGANT BRAT…”
“It’s not arrogance if I’m right”
“YES IT IS”
“Shut up dad. You know I can and will tear this guy several new assholes, maybe that’ll make him popular at biker meetups, although i wonder if people will be open to it once someone gets The Darkness on their cock...”
“YOU’RE VERY IMMATURE”
“Blow me”
“NO THANK YOU, ALTHOUGH YOU WILL BE PLEASED TO HEAR THAT YOU DON’T HAVE TO WORRY ABOUT THIS MIKEY PERSON ANYMORE”
“Oh? And why’s that?”
“WELL, YOU DON’T THINK I’M GONNA STICK IN THIS OLD COMPUTER WHEN I HAVE A BODY WITH AN EVEN BETTER BRAIN WALKING AROUND, DO YOU?”
As the robotic voice speaks, two large, metal balls roll into the light, unfurling into battle robots with cannons on the end of their hands.
“Really, you betray me with droidekas?”
“HEY, IT’S AN EFFECTIVE DESIGN!”
The droids open fire as M.A.X dives to the floor, he rolls forward to in between them before jumping over one of them, hiding behind it as the bullets of the other tears it to shreds. M.A.X scans the room, looking for anyway out, he finds both that and something even better; along one wall, almost outside the reach of the light stands a large fan, and a mechanism pumping out liquid nitrogen in great puffs of smoke.
M.A.X jumps out from the now destroyed droid, swaying around the bullets of the other before grabbing its cannon, irish whipping it towards the pump, before spearing it as it starts to regain it’s balance. The pair slam into the pump, sending a great gout of the liquid out, freezing the droid to it’s place and stopping the smoke.
“NO!!! YOU PETULANT CHILD”
“Fuck you, dad”
He kicks away the fan and starts climbing out the ventilation vent as the ice on the walls starts to melt and then vaporize, he continues his climb as the air duct starts to glow with heat.
“Alpha, you’re dead…”
He is sure the maniac has a failsafe, this won’t be enough for a killing blow, but it’d have to do for now, he had a match to prepare for, Oklahoma awaits.
