The Real ALM
05-02-2005, 02:30
Somewhere in the Shin Nihon Colony, Around Tea Time.........
The jungle lab was concealed well, within the lush rolling tropical rainforest hills of the Real ALM's Shin Nihon Colony. Here, in a lush mansion, not quite a monolitihic plantation like some of the other estates in the land, lived Dr. Gerald Antonescu.
He was pacing around in his house, he awaited the phone call from the RB Genetic Engeneering Storefront. Why?
On his behalf, Karl von Esling placed a call to them. Gerald loved he game "Warhammer 40,000," and he had always been fascinated by the Space Marines. Those heroic supermen who always found a way to save the day, even in dire circumstances.
Now, after his dad had mailed the appropriate forms and pics to the front, he had waited long and hard......he kept himself busy raising more genetically augmented "magical girls" as part of Project Cardcaptor, but he was bored! Bored, Bored!, Bored!.......
And now, he was about to recieve the greatest news of his life.
The phone rang, and he picked it up, like he had been doing for the past few weeks, leaping to it and snatching it like a tiger leaping at his prey. He then said, "Rusty Shackelford?" using his codename.
He nodded, "uhhuh.......yes! On the House!?!? I love you. Okay. Bye bye."
He hung up, ran outside, got into his 1968 Cadillac El Dorado convertible painted hot pink with whale skin hubcaps, all leather interior, and brown baby seal eyes for headlamps, and drove to the Korematsu Plantation Airstrip.
20 minutes later
He then arrived at the Plantation to find an aircraft from Roach Busters leaving.......
He walked up to the crate it had left, and took delivery of the package, marshaling a driver and having him drive the package to his home.
The package was delivered into his shed, where normally he had tools stored. Antonescu then flipped a switch, and a wall opened up to reveal a secret elevator. He wheeled the package in, and he soon pushed the button, the elevator moving into the basement.
The basement door opened to reveal a Labyrinthine laboratory. Here, neatly organized mainframes of data, and file cabinets galore stored the doctor's data. On one side, cloning chambers with several more subjects for Project Cardcaptor were occupied, maintaining their subjects until they were ready. A desk sat on one side, a computer sat on it and Word was open, a lab repot open and in the process of being typed.
Test tubes, chemicals, samples of eggs, DNA and medical nanites purchased from the Russian Mafiya were strewn about. The lab itself was very massive, several wings were in existence to hold its contents. A woman, one of his subjects, a girl named Mei, was running around, along with several "contract workers," one Shooban, the rest, feminists. He didn't trust Shoobans around delicate equipment, last time, the lab was nearly destroyed when a Shooban poured coffee on one of the mainframes, so he kept only one he could trust.
He rolled the crate into the center of a well lit room with several CAT scanners and Cloning tubes. He called, "MEI!"
Mei said, "Yes, sir?"
Gerald said, "Get me a crowbar."
Mei did just that, getting him a very beefy 24-inch crowbar made of solid steel.
He then jimmied open the crate. Out came a very large man, a giant, eight feet tall, angry, well built with tons of muscles, and with the general sense about him that he could rip your head off if you looked at him wrong.
Gerald said, "So, how are you today?"
The man said, in a low voice that resembled that of Michael Clarke Duncan's: "Well, besides being put in a packing crate, I am alright."
Gerald said, "Welcome to my undergorund lair, Mr. X."
Mr. X said, "So that's my name, I was thinking.....Bob, perhaps?"
Gerald shook his head and said, "Very well, Bob....get something to eat."
Bob looked at the steaming pot of ramen noodles Mei presented him with, and said, "Thanks, little lady."
Mei smiled and said, "My pleasure."
Gerald said, "Eat hearty, my friend, we have much work to do......" looking at the set of armor that he had sketched out on a CAD drawing.
It looked like a cross between a SPace Marine suit from Warhammer 40,000 and the Uber-Soldat from Return to Castle Wolfenstein. It also represented Mr. X's true purpose........to serve the RALM, by doing one of the things that men do best.
Killing other men.......
OOC: Probably more to come, but this is to RP the integration of some very powerful supersoldiers into my army. :D
The jungle lab was concealed well, within the lush rolling tropical rainforest hills of the Real ALM's Shin Nihon Colony. Here, in a lush mansion, not quite a monolitihic plantation like some of the other estates in the land, lived Dr. Gerald Antonescu.
He was pacing around in his house, he awaited the phone call from the RB Genetic Engeneering Storefront. Why?
On his behalf, Karl von Esling placed a call to them. Gerald loved he game "Warhammer 40,000," and he had always been fascinated by the Space Marines. Those heroic supermen who always found a way to save the day, even in dire circumstances.
Now, after his dad had mailed the appropriate forms and pics to the front, he had waited long and hard......he kept himself busy raising more genetically augmented "magical girls" as part of Project Cardcaptor, but he was bored! Bored, Bored!, Bored!.......
And now, he was about to recieve the greatest news of his life.
The phone rang, and he picked it up, like he had been doing for the past few weeks, leaping to it and snatching it like a tiger leaping at his prey. He then said, "Rusty Shackelford?" using his codename.
He nodded, "uhhuh.......yes! On the House!?!? I love you. Okay. Bye bye."
He hung up, ran outside, got into his 1968 Cadillac El Dorado convertible painted hot pink with whale skin hubcaps, all leather interior, and brown baby seal eyes for headlamps, and drove to the Korematsu Plantation Airstrip.
20 minutes later
He then arrived at the Plantation to find an aircraft from Roach Busters leaving.......
He walked up to the crate it had left, and took delivery of the package, marshaling a driver and having him drive the package to his home.
The package was delivered into his shed, where normally he had tools stored. Antonescu then flipped a switch, and a wall opened up to reveal a secret elevator. He wheeled the package in, and he soon pushed the button, the elevator moving into the basement.
The basement door opened to reveal a Labyrinthine laboratory. Here, neatly organized mainframes of data, and file cabinets galore stored the doctor's data. On one side, cloning chambers with several more subjects for Project Cardcaptor were occupied, maintaining their subjects until they were ready. A desk sat on one side, a computer sat on it and Word was open, a lab repot open and in the process of being typed.
Test tubes, chemicals, samples of eggs, DNA and medical nanites purchased from the Russian Mafiya were strewn about. The lab itself was very massive, several wings were in existence to hold its contents. A woman, one of his subjects, a girl named Mei, was running around, along with several "contract workers," one Shooban, the rest, feminists. He didn't trust Shoobans around delicate equipment, last time, the lab was nearly destroyed when a Shooban poured coffee on one of the mainframes, so he kept only one he could trust.
He rolled the crate into the center of a well lit room with several CAT scanners and Cloning tubes. He called, "MEI!"
Mei said, "Yes, sir?"
Gerald said, "Get me a crowbar."
Mei did just that, getting him a very beefy 24-inch crowbar made of solid steel.
He then jimmied open the crate. Out came a very large man, a giant, eight feet tall, angry, well built with tons of muscles, and with the general sense about him that he could rip your head off if you looked at him wrong.
Gerald said, "So, how are you today?"
The man said, in a low voice that resembled that of Michael Clarke Duncan's: "Well, besides being put in a packing crate, I am alright."
Gerald said, "Welcome to my undergorund lair, Mr. X."
Mr. X said, "So that's my name, I was thinking.....Bob, perhaps?"
Gerald shook his head and said, "Very well, Bob....get something to eat."
Bob looked at the steaming pot of ramen noodles Mei presented him with, and said, "Thanks, little lady."
Mei smiled and said, "My pleasure."
Gerald said, "Eat hearty, my friend, we have much work to do......" looking at the set of armor that he had sketched out on a CAD drawing.
It looked like a cross between a SPace Marine suit from Warhammer 40,000 and the Uber-Soldat from Return to Castle Wolfenstein. It also represented Mr. X's true purpose........to serve the RALM, by doing one of the things that men do best.
Killing other men.......
OOC: Probably more to come, but this is to RP the integration of some very powerful supersoldiers into my army. :D