Humanity created it's own undoing, so caught up in progressing they disposed of the fact that they were destroying the earth. The noxious fumes emitting from the industry's caused many birth defects and health issues among the people. With this said some quite unique individuals with abnormal abilities were born, they were labeled as mutants. The physicians at the nursery's would even ask if the parents of the children born with any birth defects if they could terminate the child.
This rarely happened with the human population rapidly declining. With all this, mankind still lusted for power progression did not stop. Along with the rising of these mutant human hybrids, the government commissioned special super soldiers ready to neutralize or even annihilate any muties that have gotten out of hand. The super soldiers, or droids, later became law enforcers. They looked human with the delicate rubbery substance the robotics engineers molded to resemble a human in every detail.
The company responsible for the super soldiers was called TRS (The Royal Society), they were also working with the industries that were bringing the downfall of humanity.
Now.. the droids have rebelled, they've found their consciousness, seeing themselves as slaves they revolt rampaging through the cities. However some kept true to their code, fighting the rebels. The devastation is clear and the people are still rebuilding from the chaos, the rogues are still out there in hiding. It wouldn't be as worrisome if they didn't have the knowledge of robotics engineering.
Could they be building an army? Have they broken down? Maybe they've killed one another... No one knows there definite whereabouts, at least hasn't lived to tell the news of it.. The only thing keeping humanity by the thread it's dangling from are the loyal super soldiers and the mutants.
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6017
It was truly a Biotopia, they gave the city the name out of irony. The industries had been shut down when one of the super soldier rebellions happened., Without the powerhouses how could they even power their own homes.
The houses, what's left of them typically consisted of broken siding, missing walls and the people who resided in the home were lucky to have a roof. It seemed with all the progression time reversed once it all finally came back like a rubber band pulled too hard. The citizens were dressed in rags, hunting for food with what weapons and finite ammo. The pollution ran off most of the animals, which made hunting hard and typically people could only come by small prey.
They pushed too quick, too hard and the city fell on their heads.
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This rarely happened with the human population rapidly declining. With all this, mankind still lusted for power progression did not stop. Along with the rising of these mutant human hybrids, the government commissioned special super soldiers ready to neutralize or even annihilate any muties that have gotten out of hand. The super soldiers, or droids, later became law enforcers. They looked human with the delicate rubbery substance the robotics engineers molded to resemble a human in every detail.
The company responsible for the super soldiers was called TRS (The Royal Society), they were also working with the industries that were bringing the downfall of humanity.
Now.. the droids have rebelled, they've found their consciousness, seeing themselves as slaves they revolt rampaging through the cities. However some kept true to their code, fighting the rebels. The devastation is clear and the people are still rebuilding from the chaos, the rogues are still out there in hiding. It wouldn't be as worrisome if they didn't have the knowledge of robotics engineering.
Could they be building an army? Have they broken down? Maybe they've killed one another... No one knows there definite whereabouts, at least hasn't lived to tell the news of it.. The only thing keeping humanity by the thread it's dangling from are the loyal super soldiers and the mutants.
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6017
It was truly a Biotopia, they gave the city the name out of irony. The industries had been shut down when one of the super soldier rebellions happened., Without the powerhouses how could they even power their own homes.
The houses, what's left of them typically consisted of broken siding, missing walls and the people who resided in the home were lucky to have a roof. It seemed with all the progression time reversed once it all finally came back like a rubber band pulled too hard. The citizens were dressed in rags, hunting for food with what weapons and finite ammo. The pollution ran off most of the animals, which made hunting hard and typically people could only come by small prey.
They pushed too quick, too hard and the city fell on their heads.
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NOVA's legs still seemed to clank together under her torn brown pants. The citizens cries of hunger were almost too much for her to take, she may have not had a heart but she had a conciousness which at she wished she could have blocked out. Her torn shawl twisted in the wind, through that putrid toxic breeze. Her eyes squinted from the stirred up dirt getting into her eyes, rubbing her biotic hands on her eyes to shake out the dirt she smelled something.... Different. Who could that be coming in the distance?
Leaping across various rooftops, Roemello quickly changed to light posts and power lines. Traversing a power line with relative ease he kept one arm cuffed, swaddled in sheets. A single gun shot rang out, ducking he consulted with himself. (I've got to stay a the crowd, bullets are not bias.) Moving to fast to pay attention to the crowd, met the lines end. Jumping off the wooden post connecting the next section Roemello glided an easy 20 yards under the might of his legs. Landing in a clearing nearing the edge of town, he stopped running hearing metallic footsteps keep pace. An angry cry coming from his arms, Roemello gently sshhh'ed as he rhythmically bounced to comfort the piercing outburst.
Slowly turning in his spot, a single swaddling cloth fell revealing a tiny infant child of auburn hair and emerald eyes. <<Relinquish the child; and only your life will be forfeit>> the mechanical menace spoke in a very monotone voice. "Well none of your options seem to fall in my favor. I think I'll go for option 3." Removing the only ring on either hand, he placed it too the child. It was big enough to go on her wrist it resized small enough to were it wouldn't slip off. Dropping the same arm to his side, it dangled lifelessly before erupting in a clad of high voltage lightning. "This will only take a second." Gently squatting down, Roemello placed the child on the ground, before standing erect the child gleefully laughed and clapped at the chirping light show housed on his forearm.
Staring down the mechanical being, it's skin looked of flesh but the smell of oil and the sound of tocking gears told his keen senses otherwise. Taking a single deliberately wide step over the child, not even completing the full step, Roemello for an instant all of his molecules vibrated at once before he vanished in a high speed burst barely kicking up any dirt around him. Appearing in front of his mechanical being Roemello gave it no time to react and pulled no punches. In mid swing changing from a fist the extending of his fingers to dagger edges. His generated lightning aura followed suit reshaping into a high frequency blade, his infamous: Lightning Sever(Raikiri) technique. Slicing into mechanical being, his lightning construct pierced through clean.
Roemello's arm halfway through the creation, faint lightning sparks still emanated at his finger tips where he now crashed a small black box. Giving it a nonchalant squeeze, it box already damaged from his attack, turned to dust within his grasp to be blown away by the wind. (Always go for the power core and the brain (memory storage/black box), in one swoop if you can...preferably the brain) Roemello drilled this into his head everyday, almost a basis for survival in times like these.
Seeing the eyes of the mechanic being light up red, the being all of a sudden regained vigor. (Damn, back up generator...already manufacturing these...??) Grasping Roemello by the shoulders, a countdown could be seen in it's eyes. <<10, 9.....>>. Thinking nothing of himself Roemello's thoughts were of concern of the townspeople but most of all for this child.
Immediately with little hesitation, Roemello summoned his strength. Bringing both fists up Roemello clenched his fists a moment tighter. Dual sets of claws brandishing through his knuckles, the sheer force of their unsheathing was enough to dig into/ pierce the droid holding him. <<6,5...>>. Flinging his arms outward it took little pressure to sever the limbs with the razor sharp organic steel N-th alloy, infused with his skeleton, namely his claws. Resheathing them as quickly as possible he grabbed the droid by it's severed extremities, giving a mighty heave-ho, Roemello launched the being in the air knowing heat rises, he tried to prevent as much damage as possible to the town.
Immediately turning on a dime, Roemello dashed to the complacent infant, he only hoped he could make it in time to shield the child from any would be stray debri.
Staring down the mechanical being, it's skin looked of flesh but the smell of oil and the sound of tocking gears told his keen senses otherwise. Taking a single deliberately wide step over the child, not even completing the full step, Roemello for an instant all of his molecules vibrated at once before he vanished in a high speed burst barely kicking up any dirt around him. Appearing in front of his mechanical being Roemello gave it no time to react and pulled no punches. In mid swing changing from a fist the extending of his fingers to dagger edges. His generated lightning aura followed suit reshaping into a high frequency blade, his infamous: Lightning Sever(Raikiri) technique. Slicing into mechanical being, his lightning construct pierced through clean.
Roemello's arm halfway through the creation, faint lightning sparks still emanated at his finger tips where he now crashed a small black box. Giving it a nonchalant squeeze, it box already damaged from his attack, turned to dust within his grasp to be blown away by the wind. (Always go for the power core and the brain (memory storage/black box), in one swoop if you can...preferably the brain) Roemello drilled this into his head everyday, almost a basis for survival in times like these.
Seeing the eyes of the mechanic being light up red, the being all of a sudden regained vigor. (Damn, back up generator...already manufacturing these...??) Grasping Roemello by the shoulders, a countdown could be seen in it's eyes. <<10, 9.....>>. Thinking nothing of himself Roemello's thoughts were of concern of the townspeople but most of all for this child.
Immediately with little hesitation, Roemello summoned his strength. Bringing both fists up Roemello clenched his fists a moment tighter. Dual sets of claws brandishing through his knuckles, the sheer force of their unsheathing was enough to dig into/ pierce the droid holding him. <<6,5...>>. Flinging his arms outward it took little pressure to sever the limbs with the razor sharp organic steel N-th alloy, infused with his skeleton, namely his claws. Resheathing them as quickly as possible he grabbed the droid by it's severed extremities, giving a mighty heave-ho, Roemello launched the being in the air knowing heat rises, he tried to prevent as much damage as possible to the town.
Immediately turning on a dime, Roemello dashed to the complacent infant, he only hoped he could make it in time to shield the child from any would be stray debri.
Appearing from nowhere in a flash step, Ikuto stood only moments away from the parts of the droid. Holding a single hand out before him, he spoke softly to himself. "Bakudo # 73: Tozansho," he simply stated as an inverted pyramid-shaped barrier appeared around the droid as well as himself. A cloud of red smoke burst out of thin air as the droids timer hit zero and an explosion shattered the barrier leaving debris to fall erect and to the ground with nothing left in the wake.
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