Otagia
23-11-2005, 03:15
His Fathers were angry.
Just from looking at them in the conference room, he could sense their rage. This was unsettling. They had never been this distressed before. The Playthings had been quite upset, especially while he was playing with them, but never the Fathers, not this much. This in turn upset him, for if the Fathers were upset, it often resulted in punishment on his part. He sat still, listening to the conversation, storing it in his wonderful brain.
"I don't care what you say, he's not ready! This is years too soon!"
"Get over it, Josh, his training is finished, and his current physique is ideal for this assignment. The brass wants him, they'll get him."
"Dammit, he's only seven, he'll be killed!"
"Don't tell me you're getting attached to him?"
"Of course not! But think of the years of research down the drain!"
"We have other Shinigami. Losing one won't set us back that much."
"Losing this one will! He's our most promising subject, a prime breeder! We can't throw that away, not now!"
"I'm sorry, Josh. The orders are from the top, there's no getting out of it. The decision is final."
"But.... but..."
"No buts, Josh. If you have any complaints, take them up with the Corp. Now, the Samurai in charge of the operation will be here soon, you don't want to be in his way. Leave."
The Father named Josh was about to say something, but instead it merely straightened his back and saluted the other Father. The second Father returned the salute, and turned his back to Josh as it left the room. The Father sat back at its desk, and returned to its paperwork.
He looked about. Nothing in the room besides the Father and the table it was writing at. He soon became bored, and began playing mindgames, silently reciting his lessons to himself. Aneurism. The method itself is nearly undetectable, but the needle mark left by it can easily be traced. Use methods designed to hide puncture wound. Gene-tailored VITAS. Easily confused with an allergic attack. Allows for sufficient time to evacuate. Easily administered through injection or ingestion. Low risk of collateral damage. Pale Rider Arms Thunderbolt Anti-Materiel Weapon. Loud. Bulky. Difficult to transport, but incredibly intimidating. Use for political killings recommended. Recoil is extreme, proceed with caution. PRA-120. Easily concealable. Able to be moved through customs easily. Large clip si-
He snapped back to reality quickly as the door opened again. Tall man, crimson PRA NBC warfare suit, stylistically modelled as Japanese Yorio. A Red Samurai. Facial recognition impaired by Menpo mask. Hair color assumed black, as evidenced by strand on sode. Armed with Predator III and Model 100 SMG. Threat grade: minimal.
As the man strode into the room, it bowed to the Father. The Father returned the bow, and the pair shook hands.
"I trust you've been well, Major Kiro?"
"Well enough. The Rider has kept me busy, ensuring the security of the various Arcologies. Overall the experience has been enjoyable. I trust that my request has been met?"
"Of course. The child in the corner has been designated Octavian. He meets all the requirements for your assignment. I am quite interested in hearing the details after the operation has been completed."
"And you shall, but not a moment before. This assigment is highly classified, we can't have the target being warned."
"I understand. Still, who would expect a child?"
"An excellent point. Sadly, I can't stay to chat. Business as usual, I'm afraid."
The Father and Samurai smiled at each other and bowed again.
The Father turned to Octavian.
"Octavian, you have been assigned to Major Kiro for an indefinite period. You shall follow his orders as you would one of the Fathers. Dismissed."
He bowed to the Father, and turned to follow Kiro. As he left, he could feel the pride of the Father, mixed with a twinge of nerves. The Father needn't have worried. Octavian would justify his pride.
Just from looking at them in the conference room, he could sense their rage. This was unsettling. They had never been this distressed before. The Playthings had been quite upset, especially while he was playing with them, but never the Fathers, not this much. This in turn upset him, for if the Fathers were upset, it often resulted in punishment on his part. He sat still, listening to the conversation, storing it in his wonderful brain.
"I don't care what you say, he's not ready! This is years too soon!"
"Get over it, Josh, his training is finished, and his current physique is ideal for this assignment. The brass wants him, they'll get him."
"Dammit, he's only seven, he'll be killed!"
"Don't tell me you're getting attached to him?"
"Of course not! But think of the years of research down the drain!"
"We have other Shinigami. Losing one won't set us back that much."
"Losing this one will! He's our most promising subject, a prime breeder! We can't throw that away, not now!"
"I'm sorry, Josh. The orders are from the top, there's no getting out of it. The decision is final."
"But.... but..."
"No buts, Josh. If you have any complaints, take them up with the Corp. Now, the Samurai in charge of the operation will be here soon, you don't want to be in his way. Leave."
The Father named Josh was about to say something, but instead it merely straightened his back and saluted the other Father. The second Father returned the salute, and turned his back to Josh as it left the room. The Father sat back at its desk, and returned to its paperwork.
He looked about. Nothing in the room besides the Father and the table it was writing at. He soon became bored, and began playing mindgames, silently reciting his lessons to himself. Aneurism. The method itself is nearly undetectable, but the needle mark left by it can easily be traced. Use methods designed to hide puncture wound. Gene-tailored VITAS. Easily confused with an allergic attack. Allows for sufficient time to evacuate. Easily administered through injection or ingestion. Low risk of collateral damage. Pale Rider Arms Thunderbolt Anti-Materiel Weapon. Loud. Bulky. Difficult to transport, but incredibly intimidating. Use for political killings recommended. Recoil is extreme, proceed with caution. PRA-120. Easily concealable. Able to be moved through customs easily. Large clip si-
He snapped back to reality quickly as the door opened again. Tall man, crimson PRA NBC warfare suit, stylistically modelled as Japanese Yorio. A Red Samurai. Facial recognition impaired by Menpo mask. Hair color assumed black, as evidenced by strand on sode. Armed with Predator III and Model 100 SMG. Threat grade: minimal.
As the man strode into the room, it bowed to the Father. The Father returned the bow, and the pair shook hands.
"I trust you've been well, Major Kiro?"
"Well enough. The Rider has kept me busy, ensuring the security of the various Arcologies. Overall the experience has been enjoyable. I trust that my request has been met?"
"Of course. The child in the corner has been designated Octavian. He meets all the requirements for your assignment. I am quite interested in hearing the details after the operation has been completed."
"And you shall, but not a moment before. This assigment is highly classified, we can't have the target being warned."
"I understand. Still, who would expect a child?"
"An excellent point. Sadly, I can't stay to chat. Business as usual, I'm afraid."
The Father and Samurai smiled at each other and bowed again.
The Father turned to Octavian.
"Octavian, you have been assigned to Major Kiro for an indefinite period. You shall follow his orders as you would one of the Fathers. Dismissed."
He bowed to the Father, and turned to follow Kiro. As he left, he could feel the pride of the Father, mixed with a twinge of nerves. The Father needn't have worried. Octavian would justify his pride.