Klington
28-12-2004, 03:51
The boy looked up into the stars, the same stars that where seen in the end of all three volumes of The Divine Comedy. It was only a simulation, but that only emphasized their beauty. The real stars were made by a great being, these stars where made by a finite being. And that deserved respect. He used his arm to pick himself up, it was a strenous task. As he began to stand on his sore feet, he looked out at the battlefield. Simulated dead lay all over the battlefield. His sword lie stuck into the ground. It was pushed deep into the ground, much deeper than needed. When training in 10 Times normally gravity, a sword must be embedded this deep into the ground to be able to properly support itself. As the boy stood there he felt the full effects of the gravity generator below his feet. Then everything around him disappeared. His sword fell to the ground with a great crack and broke into two. The boy smirked as a door opened up behind him, an old Avakari came soaring through it with a wheel kick to the face. The boy parried past the foot and stuck a fist out towards the Avakari's stomach. The Avakari being much faster than the boy simply moved to the side. The boy fell to the floor. "Good Narthaus. I have seen people twice your age come close to accomplishing such an attack. But never one at the age of 7. You will be a great warrior some day." With that they walked through the door and down a long hall to the Medical Room, their a nurse proceeded to apply chemical treatment to the boy. When she finished she said caringly, "Now it is time to check if your implants are function correctly." She took out various doctors tools and began to examine the boy. The Avakari thought back to when the child had recieved his basic implants, and when he was being prepared for future implants. "Poor child..." , He thought, "...Put into training at birth...", The Avakari smiled, "...I mean, 'put into training at' creation." The Avakari looked into the boys eyes...
46 Years Later(His life expectancy is 600 years due to genetic modification):
As Narthaus took his Battle Armor, (This isnt standard Klington Battle Armor, this is a greatly modified version.), he recalled back into his life. He remembered the training: psyhic, endurance, team, real application and the like. He remembered the chemical treatments, the implants. And now that part of his life would end, and he would step into the next stage of his life. He took it gladly and watched his so-called, "War Breathren", step up and take their armor. He noticed how his two "breathren" had much heavier armor than his. It was logical. His "breathren" where made to be enforcers, he was the agility, they where the strength, he was the brain, they were the body. He was finally about to fulfill his destiny, as he sat there, he felt comfortably numb...
OOC:
This thread is about my genetically altered super soldier btw.
46 Years Later(His life expectancy is 600 years due to genetic modification):
As Narthaus took his Battle Armor, (This isnt standard Klington Battle Armor, this is a greatly modified version.), he recalled back into his life. He remembered the training: psyhic, endurance, team, real application and the like. He remembered the chemical treatments, the implants. And now that part of his life would end, and he would step into the next stage of his life. He took it gladly and watched his so-called, "War Breathren", step up and take their armor. He noticed how his two "breathren" had much heavier armor than his. It was logical. His "breathren" where made to be enforcers, he was the agility, they where the strength, he was the brain, they were the body. He was finally about to fulfill his destiny, as he sat there, he felt comfortably numb...
OOC:
This thread is about my genetically altered super soldier btw.