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The year is 2276 and the earth is dieing. Humanity is forced to live in large domed cities as the
natural radiation levels of the earth steadily increase. However the domes will only last so long.
Eventually even they will not be able to preserve life any longer.
Humanity has now come to the conclusion that the earth must be abandoned. Mankind must
find a new planet they can call home. Though this introduces a new problem. The closest planet that
could Viably sustain human life is already inhabited. So humanity must make a choice.
They could decide to use diplomacy to perhaps, share this new planet with it's current
inhabitants. Maybe they could have continued their search for a new planet that could sustain human
life, one that wasn't already inhabited. Though thats not the human way is it?
No, the only way humans can see their goal as attainable is through war. Thats the only way
humanity gets what they want. Thats the only way they have ever known. Not even 300 years will
change that fact.
Humanity is however smart enough to know even with all their technological advances, a war in
a unknown world is something they are grievously unprepaired for. So the only logical next step
humanity can see, is the creation of a new militia. One comprised of super soldiers, enhanced through
experimentation. Soldiers created for the sole purpose of leading mankind in the assault for a new
home.
Thus the stations were built. Often refered to as the “farms” these five space stations orbit earths
collapsing atmosphere. It is here that through torturous experiments soldiers are created and raised to
be living weapons. These soldiers are no more than children. Some orphaned at birth others sold like
cattle upon conception. All no more than test subjects to be used and discarded like trash when they
provided no further use. Soley for the purpose of an unnecassary war.
Twenty-Five years later, after the establishment of these stations. On Februrary 23 in the year
2301, the soldiers humanity created to fight for them began to fight against them. We are those soldiers,

(The stations are alpha, beta, gamma, delta, Epsilon.... Alpha station experiments with alien DNA being integrated into human fetuses. Beta station experiments with Dark Matter. gamma station experiments with radiation and exposure. Delta station experiments with cybertronic enhancments. And finally Epsilon station experiments with Animal Graphing and Dna merging.)

Shadow would suddenly feel himself waking up on the cold metal floor, His internal systems coming to life. HE had been asleep for a while now, He would sit up lightly, Hearing the ever loud sound of heavy chains, Designed to contain High-Threat experiments, Suddenly the door would slide open and a soldier would step inside "Step out of your cell" Said the guard as he ignited his Shock pike, Two other guards would grab him by the collar an muzzle him, They would board a train on the way to a large area, He would be put on an elevator before being put in a large room with several others, Suddenly they would shock him before taking his restraints off and leaving "The hell...." Suddenly he smiled lightly, "Heh" He was one of the most hazardous subjects they made, Putting this many together wouldn't end well for them... Somehow he knew it.

Not long before Shadow was dragged from his cell nailah also found herself in chains. She was taken to the large room first before any others. as she was forced into the large white room she lunged at her guards but was met with a electric shock to the abdomin. she recoiled and the door she came through shut, She cursed loudly at whoever she knew was watching her.

As she yelled she carefully observed the room she was in. It was simple four walls completely white and with small white benches lined up in rows. As she observed the room a door on the opposite side of the room opened and a Young boy was shoved inside. he has yellow skin with splotches of black , his eyes are completely black, he has antenna sticking out of his forehead and large bug like wings on his back. He stood up quickly and tried to run out the door but it shut in his face before he could.

"You're from Alpha station right?" Nailah called from where she stood "Whats your name.... and i mean your name not your code" The boy looked back at Nailah and nodded "Kitt" He said with with a almost buzz in his voice "you're from epsilon right?, whats your name" He asked and nailah nodded "Nailah" She said just as another door on a different part of the room opened and girl was pushed through after her another boy and another after him. and so forth until finally Nailah saw Shadow.

"Finally another from epsilon" She said as she walked over to the Orange and yellow haired anthropomorphic wolf. Her feathers dragged across the ground as she walked towards the towering figure.

Shadow would emit a light growling noise showing that she had his attention,Shadow would step out of the square of yellow stripes,It was clear that shadow was very hazardous "Shadow...." He would step back lightly.He was clearly suspicious of Nailah

A somewhat bulky robot stands idly in front of their superiors on the deck of the one of the stations. They knew the humans were talking about them, but they remained quiet. There was no need to place in their own input. Yet.
"... I'm telling you, Craft would be great on the frontlines."
"He's a repair bot. What good could he possible do on the battlefield?"
The robot, EN47-997B, also known as Craft, frankly could not care about this. Nor do they care that they refer to the robot as "he." Though it is true that their voice box emits tones and frequencies similar to the voice of an adult male human, as a robot, Craft has no sex organs, thus they lack a true gender. Despite this, the robot did start listening when a crewman from the repair deck called to the captain through a video call channel.
"Sir, there is an issue along a length of the particle drive cables in sector 4B. We can't pinpoint what exactly, but it's in the Cube Station."
"Are they in any of the cells?"
The engineer briefly checks a different monitor. "No, sir. I can't get any men over there, though. We still trying to fix the damages... er, you-know-who made when they breached their cell."
"I see. Thank you, Corporal." The captain turns to Craft. "You got all that?"
"Affirmative."
"Get to it."
"Yes, Captain." Craft promptly takes their leave, exiting the deck through the elevator. As they travel downwards, the automaton scrolls through their memory banks, seeking the layout and schematics of Sector 4B. Finding said information, they exit the elevator at Sector 4, and promptly hike over to Area B. They receive stares from guards and staff alike, but they are used to it. Being one the few remaining 997B models means that very few of the younger humans have seen the likes of Craft. All the same, the robot does not care. They are not interfering with the task at hand, so let them stare.
Upon arrival, Craft finds there is quite a few guards in this area. They move up the hall, where the careful eyes of watchmen and women monitor them. After sweeping the walls of the hall with their scanner, and nearly making a trigger-happy guard ignite their shock pike, they find there is no access ports, terminals, or panels to reach the cables. After briefly searching through the data of the layout, as it turns out, the engineer from the call is correct in that the cables are within the walls of the sector. However, the panels are in the cells. Which contain the hazardous experiments.
Log 4327, June 4th, 2276. Note: Advise the captain to fire the engineer responsible for the creation of the particle drive panels where experiments can access them.
Seeking the nearest cell, they attempt to enter, but is halted by a one of two guards in front of the door. He stands in front of the door while his fellow guard gawks at him.
"Halt. Only Level 4 Clearance Personal may enter."
His friend only sighs, annoyed, and forces the other guard to lower his pike. "You really need to get in on the hubbub around here, Jim." He addresses Craft. "Sorry, man." He gestures to Jim. "Newbie over here doesn't know how some of the things work around here."
Jim scowls. "Don't call me that, Bob."
Bob rolls his eyes. "Whatever. Go on in, Craft."
The four-armed machine, annoyed themself at Jim's incompetence, enters the chamber, ducking on their way in. "Thank you." As the door shuts behind them, they look around, seeking the panel. They witness a strange group of humanoids. One appears to be similar to a wolf, another has buglike traits, and the last is much like an avian, and they all seem to be young in appearance.
Though it should not, it bugs Craft that they still seem human, despite the files of other experiments referring to them as otherwise.
The bot turns and finds the panel near the door. They quickly approach the panel, and start to open it.

"i'm Nailah, from Block 3" Nailah eyed shadow for a moment "you must be from Block 4 where they keep all the anthropomorphics" She said before turning and walking away. she then walked over to one of the white benches though she didn't sit down instead she stepped up on top and started to count all the people she could see.

"lets see.... 5 from alpha.. 3 from beta... 5 from gamma.. 4 from delta .... and us 2 from epsilon" She said allowed to her self as she put one of her talon fingers to her chin. "if i assume that 5 is the max from each station... that means the doors still have to open 6 more times" As she spoke to herself another door in the room swung open and this time a boy was thrown through.

His whole body was covered in green scales and his eyes were reptilian like Nailahs "Atlas?" Nailah said as she jumped down from the bench she was standing on and hurried over to the scaled boy. The boy looked up at the avian girl and quickly jumped to his feet "Nailah.. why are you here... where are we.. whats going on?"

"Atlas ..slow down.... one question at a time.... and to answer all of them ... i don't know" Nailah said as she poked Atlas on the forehead with her talon. "that makes three of us from epsilon now"

"Three?" Atlas said with confused expression

"You, me... and the dog" Nailah said as she pointed at Shadow off to the side.

"Ohhh a block 4 anthropomorphic ... i've never seen anyone outside of block c" Atlas said

It was then that another door opened and this time a robot came through. "hmm" Nailah said to herself "Is that craft.?" She asked herself

Atlas looked over at the bot and said "You mean the old model robot that the engineers are always talking about ..I think so.. he worked on the wiring in the block 3 nursery once when we were still going through experimentation."

"hmmm" Nailah hummed to herself as she followed the robot with her eyes.." I might have an idea" She said as she started to make her way over to craft, her talons tapping against the floor with every step she made.

Shadow would growl "Call me a dog again and I will rip off your head" He would lightly wag his tail he had dried blood all over him, "They lock us up in block C for a good reason,You DONT want to get on my bad side" Shadow would turn around and would go to look at the doors,A large yellow 4 was painted on his back

(I run by U.S. Eastern (Atlantic, whatever it's called)Time, and I have my phone, so when you post, I will try to get back as soon as I can.)

The door opened once again, and this time, a young man was prodded through. His face had small spots of dried blood on it, and his coat was slightly torn in places.

Solian looked around the cell he was placed in, and sighed. He counted 22 people, including himself. His eyes alighted on a boy lying on the ground, apparently in bewielderment. Solian pitied him, but he couldn't help him now. He had to focus on the others right now.

A large robot was lumbering across the room, and a winged girl was stalking her way to it. Again, Solian felt the want to intervene, but he had to analyze everything right now.

Then Solian saw the wolf. The instant he saw the wolf, he knew that the anthromorphic was dangerous. If the dried blood and ferocious snarl didn't convince him, the presence he gave out did. It was... oppressive, evil, almost. The wolf was one to be watched.

Solian considered his options. He had no weapons, the guards were probably only too trigger happy to activate his collar, and the area was secure. All in all, not great odds. He needed a plan. But before that, he needed information.

The most crucial bit right now was which station were they on. Each station was designed to hold its occupants and their specific powers. If he could figure out the station, he could figure out the weakness. And Solian had an idea. He started walking to the robot.

Craft, using a built-in screwdriver, undid the panel, and observed the mess of cables. The quality of work was, to simple put it, disgraceful. Loose bolts, a cracked wire connector, rust, it is a terrible sight to the robot. However, the main issue was the particle drive cable. It seems to have been eaten by rats in some areas, the delicate wiring within exposed and, consequently, allowing the aforementioned rust to settle. And that was only what Craft could see.
The glass shield covering in front of the robot's eye rises upwards, and the red, glowing scopic sensor extends forward from the main body of the robot on a sort of metalic segmented cable. Craft's eye enters the interior of the panel, and swivels around. It seems that the damage is spread throughout the drive cable. It will have to be scrapped, meaning that this simple fix has become far more time consuming.
The robot is glad at this new development. Now they have an excuse to introduce upgrades.
Retracting their eye, their HUB notifies them of humanoids entering their near proximity. They turn around and find that of the people in the room, the avian female and a thin, human male who seems to have been injured, based on the blood on his outerwear.
Craft activated their voice box, speaking in a careful, polite tone. They do not know if these experiments speak any specific language, so they default to English. "Hello. Do you require assistance or medical aid?"
As they speak, they purposely place their left leg in front of the small panel, blocking it from the experiments. No need to cause any more damage, or worse, try to escape...

(I mean... did Shadow even approach Craft? I didn't see anything of the sort saying so. Only that he went to look at the doors.)

((*cough**

He woke up in a dark cell with one light source coming from the roof. The walls were stained with dry blood and he was chained by the neck to the wall. He looked down and saw... that he was missing one arm and a leg. ``AH!`` He looked around for anybody ``ANYONE HERE!?`` He sad as he looked around. Suddenly a bright light was shining in his face. He put his arm in front of his face to shield himself from the light. He heard... a voice! It said ``Are you Subject 2465?`` the voice said as it got closer. ``Uh.. yes?`` he said confused hoping that the voice would get him out. As he said this he was unchained from the wall by somebody. ``Who are you?`` he said even more confused. ``Shut up and come with us.`` The voice said as he was picked up. He was walked out of the room and brought into an operating room.

There was a man in a surgical suit but it appears that he was wearing a welding mask? He was set down on the table and was strapped down. ``Hey what's happ-`` he was cut off by a breathing mask placed over his mouth. He looked around and next to him was a table with one robotic arm and one robotic leg. "Oh shit" he thought. The man t he welding mask walked over to the table and picked up the leg. It had some sort of plug on it. The man moved over to Percy's leg and then shoved the to sharp plugs into his stump of a leg. A shot of pain was sent through his body and then the man pulled out a welder and welded it to his leg. The man did the same for the arm aswell. He was unstrapped and was walked to a transport ship. He landed in a large room and was brought out. He was left in front of A wolf, A robot, A bloodied up man, and a strange bird lady with nobody else but him and those four individuals. ``Hello?``

Nailah looked over at the Solian as he walked over to craft at the same moment she did. she locked eyes with him for a moment before she stepped back a few feet . This was a silent way of saying "you first" she gestured slightly towards the robot with her wing just as another door not far from them slid open and a boy from Delta station was thrown in He laid on the floor looking at everyone.

"Hello" he said but no one responded to him Nailah instead just scoffed. "huh.. fresh meat...There goes my theory about us being the best fighters of our stations... your probably not even trained" She spoke sourly now, different from the tone she carried when she spoke to Atlas, the Reptilian boy from her station. Or even Kit the first boy who arrived from alpha station.

Nailah averted her gaze from the new guy who still laid on the floor. She now watched as Solian approached Craft. and waited to see how he would handle the maintenance machine.

Shadow would walk back to Percy, He would grin at his predicament "I want to eat him..." He would look over at the robot and how it was standing in front of the panel, Growling lightly, He would step towards the robot and would give him a cold brutal stare "What are you hiding..." He was clearly prepared to attack "Stand aside... Or I will force you..." He would extend his claws and prepare for a strike,Suddenly shadow would feel a shock running up his spine, Causing him to yelp in pain,He would suddenly lash at Nailah in anger before getting shocked again, Landing on his chest "I seriously hope we get out of here.... Because I am going to Murder whoever keeps shocking me"

Craft observes the cybernetic man laying down on the floor for a brief moment, before returning their gaze to Solian, as the avian woman allowed him to go first. Before either could properly respond, the wolfine humanoid approaches them. Craft can already clearly tell he does not have any intent on being polite as they were, and as such, finds a mild form of amusement in their circuits at seeing him fried via electrical shock.
"You have a shock chip installed into your skin, apparently, to prevent you from taking hostile action against others unless deemed appropriate. To answer your question, this panel houses several cables and wires needed to keep this facility in working order. I am here to repair them, then weld the panel shut."
Craft deems it unnecessary to mention it can be used as a variable, if very dangerous and cramped, escape route. They then turn back to Solain. "Now then, did you have a question?"