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| Targui | Jan 20 2015, 03:16 PM Post #1 |
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"Flesh and blood did not make up this child, bit and numbers make up this human. My mistakes and my sins, they are what have brought us to this stand Richard! Son,I made you in my image! I built your heart, I gave you eyes, I gave you power, a sense of justice beyond any compare, I gave you hands, a child's face, I gave you hair(Robotic hair)! but the burning in your heart I did not put there. Latex and steel, zeros and ones make up my son, this world gave me no child, so I built one. . . I built you, Zero. . . " Doctor White had made these plans carefully, spending hours upon hours on the details in an attempt to stop a monster from being made, from being reborn in metallic monstrous flesh. he could take out the central transmitter. He could stop the program from running, Zero was supposed to be the one who was going to stop Adam's creation and Richard from achieving the chaos which he desired. Having been outlawed due to Richard's antagonization and lust for power, and the framed murder of William's wife pinned on the good doctor. Zero had been built underneath a remote farm far away from the city. With Richard blinded by the explosives Would assault him with, White could reenter the city undetected. He could complete the task that he had obsessed over for more than twenty years. He could kill Richard Jones, his only brother. A prisoner caged on the edge of the city, this was White's chance. His chance not only at freedom, but to exact revenge. To kill his judge, his warden, and the man who'd built his prison. To destroy the man who'd taken everything from him - his life's work, his name, his love. Zero was activated, when he was he stepped out of that pod, he stepped out an 18 year old standing at 5'11". He had a handsome face and a hardy square jaw and chin that would indicate a stereotypical sign of someone being a hero. He has shoulder-length blonde hair, cyan eyes that would easily light up the darkest of nights in central city. He kept the left side of his hair behind his ear to prevent the long locks from blinding him while walking. When he is first activated by white, he was wears a blue denim vest that had its sleeves torn off, along with a black undershirt mesh that seemed to be able to stretch more than one would expect, very elastic materials. Zero wore torn up blue jeans which would be popular for the more rowdy boys his age, and converse sneakers. His right wrist had a communicator disguised as a wrist band along with another made from braided shoelaces. Zero shared the masculine handsome features of his father, along with his height, and the cyan eyes of White's wife. When Zero stood proudly outside the pod his father looked down on him and pat his shoulders. White stood at roughly 6'4", easily going above Zero. The doctor would explain the wrongs his brother had committed, how he wished to oppress the world after taking over the NRRA with the experiment, Zero's baby brother, Adam. Scene #1 cut/end WC: 545 TWC: 545 |
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| Targui | Jan 20 2015, 04:41 PM Post #2 |
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Zero sat on a motorbike. Zero tore through the streets, bazooka in hand, with a missile aimed at the metal spire towering above the city. . . The great steel arm holding a torch of fear, Richard's lab was at the top. The explosion would broadcast over television frequencies thanks to a device Doctor White had made around the parameters of the city. Richard would be the only one that would understand the meaning of the lab exploding, right at 9:00 Pm he saw the night light up before his very eyes. The device would have designed and broadcast to be visible from almost anywhere in the city. The destruction of that building would be felt by every man and every woman in the city. Zero thought of the children. How, for the first time, they would know a world without that screen. Without the constant, mind-numbing barrage of misinformation about Doctor White and his colleagues. The voices of the men and women carry him forward. Zero had no fear now that purpose was near. Driving between the sea of men Zero's final purpose is an army of robots, commanded by one leader. Doctor Richard. Richard has no power on a field of battle, which is why he proceeded to seclude himself in the darkness of his own home, transmitting a signal to broadcast and control all of his creations. . . . Adam's death would secure the lives of several others who would become great allies should they have lived, the unfortunate thing is it didn't happen that way.The Red Ribbon assassin stepped from the shadows and onto the light that was on the road. . . This man was Doctor Richard's second in command, the strongest of all of his stolen robots, accompanying him was Doctor Richard and his companions. He'd been keeping pace with a motorcycle racing at top speed for an hour, yet he showed no sign of fatigue. He didn't just cross paths with the assassin, the assassin had left an extremely large dent in the motorbike . . . well, entire frame. He didn't even budge either. This droid must've weighed an absolute ton despite what it's appearance would have suggested. He looked like he weighed roughly 250 pounds of muscle, however, his density and weight was high enough to leave craters in the ground and shake weak buildings whenever he jumped. It was like looking at a tank, only that tank was the size of an average adult with above average build, and that man-tank strong enough to eat another tank with his face and not even chew. Zero had did a vertical 180 by the time the motorbike hit the large mechanical monster. Zero leaned forward and charged towards the machine after recovering and getting back up on his feet. If he was going to be dismantled so soon, he would go down swinging. He plunged his shoulder into the chest of the automaton. Zero summoned every bit of strength he had and bashed his way through the machine, following up with a thrust directed upwards, just then both android man and machine left the ground in an arc. By the time they slammed back into the asphalt, the machine was on top, its cold hands tightening around Zero's neck. The impact sent the pipe bounding far from Zero's reach. Zero's fingers clawed at the smooth metal covering the machine, searching for a chink in its armor. His hand found the gun instead. The machine that tried to choke Zero to death was by all means more powerful when it came to physical means. Zero however had been built with the Good Doctor's ingenuity and understanding of the mechanisms of 'life generation' or whatever energy can mass produce itself on a basic eternity with little to no trouble. Zero's hand was turning into a large mechanical blaster slowly. . .His fingers and thumb pulled themselves back, separating at the joints and knuckles in a disgusting manner to reveal long bone-like extensions composed of wires and steel. Slowly a lens would come forth out of the joint of his wrist, and suddenly the blaster was now there. His blaster would charge up and blast a hole straight through the mechanical monster that Doctor Richard had built as a backup plan to overthrow the authorities and take over the city. The wayward son, Zero would look to the dead mech, reading the symbol and various embellishments throughout the design of the steel. It was property of the RRA, or the NRRA. The sheer expression of aggression would appear on Zero's youthful face in a manner that would make him appear as if on a mission and ready to destroy everything in his path until Richard was dead. The soft hearted hero's neck had been freed from the icy grip of the robot atop him. Richard had already left to secure the real laboratory with Adam inside. After throwing the lifeless machine off him and returning to his feet, his gaze going to the lifeless machine at his feet. Zero alone dragged the remains of the murderer out of the light and into the protection of the alley. Zero sheathed the knife into Zero's leg holster and turned back to the machine. He examined the assassin for a few seconds and nodded. With a few deft motions, Zero took the biker helmet and put it on. The fallen body of his disgusting uncle's creation at his feet, Zero removed his helmet and began to walk away from the. With eyes full of rage, Zero looked over the whole of buildings massing the city, he turned his eyes back to the tower that had been named 'Rich's Robotics', an entire business built on lies and murder. . . Zero and lowered his head. Slowly, he loosened his grip on his battle-scarred helmet, letting it drop from his hand to the ground. Doctor Richard stood high above the city in the safety of his fortress, high above the crowd of men that were in danger, high above their broken heroes. With a wave of his hand, the robot army had their orders. They advanced on the crowd to punish them for their thoughts of rebellion. Men fell in waves. The sound of Machines marching into a screaming mass did not cause Zero to turn. The sound of children crying for their mothers would not pull his gaze from the far edge of the city. The sound that finally caused Zero to pause long enough to look back on what would be the burning city if Richard's reign had continued. "This city's sleeping like a soldier trapped inside of an iron lung. Machines can keep you breathing but what happens when you find a new war's begun? Flip the switch and turn it off, you won't be able to breathe. So either way you're a casualty. . . I've got this burning like my veins are filled with nothing but gasoline, with a spark it'll be the biggest fire they've ever seen. Either way it's all gonna burn... The only way that they'll ever learn I've to turn it off. . . At the heart of the city there is a building that looks down over all there is. And the man in the tower controls it all without raising a single fist. It's like Dad gathered up the city, and sold it to the devil and now. . . Rich i'm going to find you. I will kill you when I do. . .Men, they would follow any man who would turn the wheels, now the wheels are spinning out of control; what would they do if I held them still? If I destroy the working parts, what you'll get is a broken machine. . . A beacon of light from a burning street." WC: 1305 TWC: Edited by Targui, Jan 20 2015, 10:57 PM.
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| Targui | Jan 20 2015, 09:17 PM Post #3 |
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Zero attempted to kick the motorcycle's engine back to life. He grimaced at the lifeless relic of his father. . . the bike had raced into the city only to explode half way in. Reports coming in of an incident in the outer rim. Reports of an armed assailant. Reports of a growing threat to public safety. Zero had made his way to the tower. . . Meanwhile William had already made his way to the laboratory where Adam was being kept. To the good doctor's surprise the telescreen on the wall had displayed the nighttime news, although difficult to make out amidst the commotion that surrounded him, Doctor White heard enough to understand. He could make out the words, "threat to the safety of the city." He heard, "insurgent forces." He heard the loudspeaker commanding the frightened men and women of the city to return to their homes or risk being counted among the criminals. Even from the courtyard, William could make out the hundreds of robots marching from the steel gates of the complex. Richard had built a fortress. He had built an army. He had been waiting for this moment to unleash it. The doctor struggled to remember the passcode which would activate the self destruction sequence inside the lab. "Trying that. . . 8599 again are we?" The face of evil had made it to the laboratory with no time to spare. Richard stared his brother down, making deft motions to the automatons which he had built for this exact purpose. For disposing of William. Brother, if I could only tell you how insignificant your attempt is to try and overtake if not overpower me is. . . , to which William would respond by pulling a wrench out. "I couldn't just hand the city at someone else's feet without expecting everyone to be trampled underneath. . . what you did to Ja-", "But you do know that doing so has brought your sweet dear baby brother into a new place of power? Do you not?", "The moment Jane died you were no longer my brother. . ." The jibber amongst the two would continue on for about five minutes before Zero himself had finally arrived at the laboratory. He battled his way through the dozens of robots with a cocky and collected expression on his face with a bag of explosives on his back, his hand was back as that remarkable contraption 'ki blaster' form once more. He was easily dispatching the droids one by one with this absolutely asinine look on his face. The boy was battle scarred now, his orange bandanna had been drenched with the red liquid that fueled the robots that. . . Even his hair had red spots here and there. Zero wore aviator sunglasses in the middle of the night. . . He entered the room to see his father speaking to Richard. . . Or rather William's last moments. Something had happened to his father, he was bleeding out on the ground now. . . coughing up blood from the severe beating he had endured. "What the hell was that?!?" A distraught Richard would be completely baffled by the drones falling apart. "O-Our first design. . . When you replaced the working parts what you got was a broken War machine. . .Heh heh heh.Your robots cant *Cough, wheeze, blood snort* stand up against my son. . . The perfect machine. . . " Perfect machine? It cant be. A robot boy with an infinite amount of energy to fire away at his enemies. . . Richard looked even more distraught after hearing the word perfect. Richard always thought his brother was inferior, for the 40 years he knew him he thought he was a manipulated little shit that did nothing more than do as he was told. For the first time in a long time, Richard felt fear. "I-Impossible! My design was flawless. . . " The city was pretty decent, or it would be when Richard was dealt with. The enraged younger brother took Doctor White by the shirt collar and threw him up against a wall several times, taking out his psychotic aggression on his only living relative. Zero would throw the decapitated robot head at Richard with this blank expression on his face. . . He thought it was a breeze. What happened in between then and now was all history. White died, Adam was 'born', and Adam consumed almost everyone before Zero willingly caused the largest explosion Central City had ever seen in a while atop a 50 story tower. Zero pushed himself to his feet and ran towards the flames. Hurdling the mangled carcass of the bike, he entered the tower lobby and headed for the stairs. Flight after flight, Joe took two and three steps at a time. His chest nearly collapsed under the strain. His legs never hesitated. Finally, he reached the door leading to the roof. Zero kicked hard and stepped into the cool night air. He had to act quickly. He threw his bag down next to the transmitter. Reaching inside, he wrapped his hands around the detonator. Holding it tightly, he turned and started back to the stairs. Adam had given him a thrashing, even if it was only a toddler it still had the accumulated strength of three of Zero put together. Zero had fallen from a height no man should ever reach without fearing for their own lives. He'd taken three long strides when the explosion ripped his feet from the tarred roof. Zero didn't hear the explosion. The shock wave of the blast knocked him unconscious instantaneously. A man armed to the literal teeth had nearly reached the plaza. He watched as the flames erupted from the top of the shimmering tower, setting aglow the clouds above. Among the debris cast off the building by the explosion, he spotted what could only be a human body, twisting lifelessly as it plummeted towards the earth. The soldier held onto the hope that the falling body was not the one he feared it must be. As it approached the ground, fears were confirmed as he made out the glare of the flames above reflected in a scarred blast shield. He watched as Zero's malfunctioning and extensively damaged android body landed with a dull thump upon the small patch of grass in a courtyard on the south side of the building. The building above the soldier shuddered. The weight of the screen and the metal framing that surrounded it overwhelmed the now destroyed upper levels of the building. He heard the sharp crack and whine of bending steel. He felt the quake of thousands of pounds of metal crashing into the earth and the marble surrounding him. The explosion of steel and stone sent the crowd fleeing in all directions. The soldier barely noticed at first. The world had been crashing down around him for more than twenty years. He placed his hand in his jacket pocket and pulled out a small piece of paper. By the time the soldier had reached the boy's body, a crowd had gathered. As he stood in the center of the circle of onlookers, another explosion rattled the ground. Then another. . . and another. . .. and another. The explosion of the signal transmitter had caused the self destruct sequence to occur in every single droid that was built under Richard's command. There shouldn't have been any survivors among the mist. . . none whatsoever able to justify the assumed terrorist attack on 'Rich Robotics'. The metal endoskeleton of the Zero was a microprocessor controlled fully armored hyper-alloy combat chassis, constructed with frictionless bearings in its joints, and a servo-actuated control system. Its limbs are controlled by axial drive motors and clavicular trailing links, allowing the droid to reach higher speeds and survive more damage, as well as dodge more bullets. A 500 pound droid able to pick up bursts of speed of up to 22 mph no longer threatened the joint assemblies. The armored frame was capable of withstanding most small arms fire and was able to survive being set on fire and being covered in molten steel with only minimal damage and no degradation of capabilities. . . The unfortunate thing was, this wasn't small fire arms or being set on fire. This was a molten explosion that practically 'killed' whatever resembled human on the outside. Half of the body looked like a metallic skeleton in the shape of a boy, the other half appeared as a perfectly normal teenager or young adult. . . The endoskeleton was fitted with various miscellaneous micro-joints that enabled him to shift his metal alloy skin around and reconfigure his hands and likely other parts of himself into blasters as displayed earlier. Amongst the turmoil and destruction, he could just make out the screams for help coming from every direction. a soldier scanned the desperate and terrified faces of the people running past him. He gazed once more into the flames reflected in the blast shield that covered Zero's face. He unlocked the helmet and removed it from the boy's head. The soldier looked at the bruised and battered face of a hero. A hero the city had lost. He spoke: "The boss will probably want to see this kid. . ." The soldier lifted the limp boy from the ground and put him on his shoulder, and began to carry him to the laboratory where he sleeps today. WC: 1580 TWC: Edited by Targui, Jan 21 2015, 09:26 AM.
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| Targui | Jan 20 2015, 09:55 PM Post #4 |
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The same military man that had contracted Doctor William White and Doctor Richard Jones to construct what would now be known as Adam had dragged the nigh damaged and lifeless body of the android boy to a laboratory on the outskirts of Central City where he was to be repaired and pieced back together over a course of time after taking into consideration what the cost of these damages would be. . . From the looks of it this boy single handedly stopped the production of the mass murdering machine that would become Adam from being 'born'. Whatever gave the soldier the incentive to bring the boy to his commanding officer's base was sheer intrigue, and orders. Whoever in the right mind spends 50000 zeni an hour on two brothers and masters of robotics, Doctor White and Doctor Jones, must’ve been a madman himself. “He” saw the city a thousand times, through the glass twenty stories high, he wanted to watch this city burn. It wanted to reign terror as a tyrant, he was the who in whoever had hired the doctors to build a new super soldier of sorts. He must’ve been pissed that Doctor White had went back on his word. The fact they came back empty handed was even more infuriating . . . All the soldier had to do was get the experiment Adam and deliver it to the pissed off guy wearing a fedora . “He was stronger than anything we've seen before. He took down a hundred robots built by that Doc Richard guy and just. . . Poof, killed 'em all.“ “Saul . . . What did I pay you to do?” “U-Uh right. . . Boss, i've managed to piece together what was left from the explosion, it appears to be an android built in the image of the man you hired to build and utilize the A.D.A.M nanotechnology and the techno organic virus to build.” The meaty soldier would speak, followed by the interruption of the furious man with the money. He would exclaim in absolute fury. "I DONT CARE ABOUT THE KID, WHAT ABOUT MY NANOTECHNOLOGY?!?! WHERE THE HELL IS THE EXPERIMENT?!?!?" "Sir, the experiment was taken in the blast. There were no bodies able to be identified nor recognized, everything was practically atomized, sir." The soldier sighed and proceeded to leave the room and repair the boy that lay dead on a metal table. Repairing him seemed like the only reasonable thing aside from scrapping him, so he did. WC: 423 TWC: 3421 Edited by Targui, Jan 21 2015, 09:29 AM.
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| Targui | Jan 20 2015, 10:16 PM Post #5 |
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Scene four Flashback Adam wasn't terminated, or by any means destroyed by the boy and his petty bag of explosives. He was just unconscious under all of the rubble. . . experiencing the funeral of Jane, William White's wife after having successfully consumed his deceased body. William was picked up three days later in a beggars' cemetery. Jane Stanton had been buried there an hour earlier. She had no family. Her few acquaintances from the factory were busy covering the hole she'd left in their workforce. A few unmoving passages were read by a disaffected priest as her body was slowly lowered into the cold ground. No one but the men paid to cover her pine casket with earth heard his words. Even those were drowned out by the more urgent ones booming from the large telescreen about the new law enforcement bots the evil doctor Richard had built. An hour after the ceremony, William stepped out of the tree line just beyond the grave. He staggered to the mound of freshly moved earth and fell to his knees, tears pouring from his eyes onto her grave. The police, too, had been waiting. He didn't resist. The trial began within the week. The media circus was phenomenal. The city saw a demon portrayed on the screen. Every shred of evidence was dissected and rebuilt to incriminate him. Constant news, facts, and rumors were forced upon and absorbed by the masses. After turning to Doctor Richard who was sitting in the back of the courtroom, the evil doctor snickered and left leaving the guilt ridden Doctor White to confess for what he had not done. Despite being innocent. . . there were too many incriminating facts for him to retaliate or The judge entered his chambers. The lawyers and jury filed out of the courtroom, leaving White, a free man, sitting silently behind the defendant's table. The sound of the mob outside was deafening. Even from within the thickly marbled walls of the courthouse, their rage - their sense of injustice - were palpable. Throughout the trial, the telescreen had told them that their judicial system would ultimately fail them, that the laws of the city were flawed, skewed to shelter monsters like Doctor White, powerless to protect the people. Impotent. Weak. Dangerously out of touch with the times. Obviously, the screen had been telling the truth. Now, it was telling the masses that they would have to take matters into their own hands if justice was to be served. William White and his police escort slowly moved south through the streets of the city. The commotion of the crowd finally faded in the distance. With every man, woman and child at the courthouse, the streets they traveled were empty and deserted. Knowing that the crowd would surely be following, they accelerated rapidly towards the old train station. White's only chance was to get out of town. The station was oddly quiet. Vacant. In the distance, however, he could hear the crowd advancing. Following. A crushing fear overcame his crippling apathy. He quickly stepped from the platform to the waiting train. It was completely empty. The doors shut and the engine hissed and pulled away from the station. White looked across the skyline to the tower he'd helped create. His gaze climbed to the top and stopped at the giant screen. Richard's face was screaming at the crowd. Whipping them into a frenzy. This was Richard's city now. If only there was a way to stop Doctor Richard from unraveling his plans to create a horrible catastrophe that would end with hundreds if not thousands dead. There is a skyline in the distance. The good doctor looked to the bright lights of the city which he was forced to leave in a time of dire danger to the people who resided there. The city is further now than it ever was before. The first story passes by. The second now, and with more speed. There is a blur of windows and brick. Eighteen... Nineteen... Suddenly William was outside the city. The streets, the arteries of this metropolis ran with bodies. Crowding together, they flow out of the city, toward a superstructure east of town. A factory. A fortress. Smoke pours from the stacks high above the outer wall. The gates are open. A figure stands in the light before the entrance. Perfectly still, he waits. The crash of metal destroys the silence. William concludes to speak to himself, Jane's spirit still lingering in his mind when he entered the lab. . . "Jane. . . If you can hear me, please wait for me. . . Because I still have work to do." William unraveled the blueprints for what would be the perfect human son. A perfect man, an unbeatable machine hellbent on destroying everything in his path blocking his way to freedom. So for nights Doctor White worked to build the perfect machine while in seclusion. The hounds that were sent out to search for Doctor White by Doctor Richard would be useless to no avail. WC: 841 TWC: 4524 Edited by Targui, Jan 21 2015, 09:35 AM.
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| Targui | Jan 20 2015, 11:06 PM Post #6 |
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William's only goal now was to build the machine that would awaken many years from then. The robot who would die and return after turning the wheels. . . Zero sat alone in a bar muttering words to himself, years had past since he had subsequently died. . . He smelled of booze and explosives. Very cheap booze and explosives. "I'm not indestructible. . . Baby better get that straight. . . I think it's unbelievable" He sounded like some modern elvis due to the rockabilly blues vibe he had going on along with the punk rocker look. The boy must've been able to eat and taste things, as he had downed enough beers to kill an average, well, demi-god. Every fiber and alloy that made William what he was was turned into whatever he was no due to the explosion of steel and stone that sent the crowd fleeing in all directions. Zero He placed his hand in his denim pocket and pulled out a small piece of paper, its creases cracked and splitting. He carefully unfolded it and read it silently to himself. It was a message from the doctor. . . His last words. They were closed and Zero left the bar, taking off to the sky. He was headed towards the wasteland on foot. He was walking to a new life where he could do something better with it. What he was built to do, save people. . . working alone was no way to live. But it was something he had to do. He had failed his mission oh so many years ago, he failed as soon as the artificial heart in his chest began to beat. Adam still walked the earth, and Zero just felt it was useless to hunt down the freak, even though his programming wanted to do so. TWC: 5001 Edited by Targui, Jan 21 2015, 09:34 AM.
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| Vegeta | Jan 21 2015, 10:36 PM Post #7 |
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PL: 150,000 AE: 25 Zeni: 5000 TP: 6 |
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