Padmasa
19-12-2003, 15:32
Mahlak stood against the cold stone wall waiting. Men in the Padmasan black, all of whom looked very important bustled about on the other side of the room occasionally glancing over at him. Guards stood a to either side of him, their hands on their side arms. "What the hell is going on? I though this was an execution," Mahlak shouted at the uniformed men across the chamber.
One of them, a scarred old man, turned to him and walked over smiling. His boots made an odd click on the floors, Mahlak noticed. "You, my boy, are going to get a new life. You see, we like your type, murderer. You and your fellow inmates get a choice, die right here, or die right here and get your brain hooked up to a robotic body to make you a killing machine for our army. What will it be?" The man's face was inches from Mahlak's now and his breath reeked of death. Mahlak looked into his cold blue eyes and shrugged.
"Sure, doc. I'll be happy to become one of your little robots if it means I get to go on living"
"Excellent, my boy."
The man leaned foward and jammed a needle into Mahlak's side. As the poison took effect everything went dark and Mahlak looked up at the man. "Whaa..."
"Weren't you listening? I said you would be killed either way, it's just that this way we get to keep your brain alive to put it into a robot," he replied coldly.
***
Mahlak "awoke" and sensed a faint wrongness. He couldn't remember what had happened to him or figure out why he wasn't in his cell. He was in a bright chamber of white stone a door rested on one side of the room and a weapons rack, covered in fire-arms of all types, stood to his left.
"Ah, you are awake," the voice seemed to come from the inside of his head and he looked around frantically for the speaker. "You won't find me, you know. I'm using a comm that's been built into you,"Mahlak looked down for the first time and gave a horrified shriek. Where once he had had a lean and well taned body was now a black metal suit of armor he arms were like tree-trunks and wre also made of the same black metal. "Don't you remeber," the voice mocked, "You agreed to join the program. You are now a cyborg-soldier of the Padmasan army. And it's time for your training to begin!"
OOC: Yes, I've gone over the deep end and am now turning convicts into super-soldiers capable of killing hundreds and given weapons of amazing power. Stats are classified and, admittedly, still being worked out.
One of them, a scarred old man, turned to him and walked over smiling. His boots made an odd click on the floors, Mahlak noticed. "You, my boy, are going to get a new life. You see, we like your type, murderer. You and your fellow inmates get a choice, die right here, or die right here and get your brain hooked up to a robotic body to make you a killing machine for our army. What will it be?" The man's face was inches from Mahlak's now and his breath reeked of death. Mahlak looked into his cold blue eyes and shrugged.
"Sure, doc. I'll be happy to become one of your little robots if it means I get to go on living"
"Excellent, my boy."
The man leaned foward and jammed a needle into Mahlak's side. As the poison took effect everything went dark and Mahlak looked up at the man. "Whaa..."
"Weren't you listening? I said you would be killed either way, it's just that this way we get to keep your brain alive to put it into a robot," he replied coldly.
***
Mahlak "awoke" and sensed a faint wrongness. He couldn't remember what had happened to him or figure out why he wasn't in his cell. He was in a bright chamber of white stone a door rested on one side of the room and a weapons rack, covered in fire-arms of all types, stood to his left.
"Ah, you are awake," the voice seemed to come from the inside of his head and he looked around frantically for the speaker. "You won't find me, you know. I'm using a comm that's been built into you,"Mahlak looked down for the first time and gave a horrified shriek. Where once he had had a lean and well taned body was now a black metal suit of armor he arms were like tree-trunks and wre also made of the same black metal. "Don't you remeber," the voice mocked, "You agreed to join the program. You are now a cyborg-soldier of the Padmasan army. And it's time for your training to begin!"
OOC: Yes, I've gone over the deep end and am now turning convicts into super-soldiers capable of killing hundreds and given weapons of amazing power. Stats are classified and, admittedly, still being worked out.