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Jun 22, 09 at 1:13amJoseph Leito

Some stories show the value of life.

Some show the wonders of friendship.

Some illustrate the power of love.

Some don't.

Life is pain, and simply a precursor to death.

Friendships are fleeting, disloyal.

Love can't save you now.

Dust in the wind.

The world around us can't last forever.

Staying alive is what counts.

Everything that begins must end.

There are none who are pure.

They look out for themselves.

Betrayal will come from all around you.

Do what you must to survive.

"Get me out of here..."
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Long, sorrowful noises echoed through a small apartment in central Chicago. The massive data tower outside Xan Darrius's window quivered in the wind, as it always did.

Xan's neck itched. He scratched the spot where his data chip had recently been reinserted. The scar there reminded him why the things weren't supposed to come out, but two cars smashing together at two hundred miles per hour have little regard for the safety of their occupants.

"Xan, come to bed already. Zena will be home soon, you don't need to sit up all night waiting for her." His wife, Vela, had come into the room wearing a flannel nightgown and fuzzy slippers. Her long blonde hair was tied in a ponytail behind her head, her makeup washed from her face.

"It's not like her to be this late. She hasn't called or anything." Xan fidgeted uncomfortably in the old, tattered armchair he had claimed as his own. An uncomfortable night indeed.

"I'm sure she's fine." The doorbell rang, and Vela ran for it, revealing her shrouded concern.

The power flickered. Xan jumped a foot. The power never flickered any more, not since they had switched the plant to cold fusion and run the lines through the ground. The lights flashed off and on. Xan's neck began to itch again, he brushed the feeling off as he searched for a flashlight. His neck suddenly began to burn as he dropped to the floor, unable to move.

"Attention." Came a voice into his mind, flowing through the data chip. "All citizens are asked to remain in their homes for the next ten minutes, in accordance with the Civilian Rights Amendment, code 4FA. Remain calm."

Xan stood painfully, stumbling to his chair. He scratched his neck violently, ripping his skin in four thin gashes.

The power returned. Xan's neck stopped burning. He ran into the entry hall, seeing his wife and daughter on the floor. They both stood in unison, their eyes dull.

"Citizens." Came the voice again. "We have now processed code 4FA, integration of the collective interface system. Welcome to your new homes. Report immediately to your local information booth, where temporary processing units will assign you your identification number. Have a pleasant evening."

Xan's wife and daughter made for the door.

"Wait!" He shouted at them. "Don't you realize what is happening?" The two women exchanged a glance, approaching Xan. With a painful shock in his heart, he knew they were gone. As they approached him, intending to restrain him, he grabbed the two hundred sixteen year-old 1993 Colt revolver from the table by his chair. With tears streaming down his face, two shots rang out in the night... Unheard.
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"Welcome, brothers." Xan said over a small microphone on the podium in front of him. He clapped, turning on a few overhead lights, illuminating the 20th century tunnels. A group of seven men and women stood in the room, talking amongst themselves, but they were silent as soon as Xan spoke.

"Let me start by introducing myself. My name is Xan Darrius, I am a speaker and recruiter for the resistance." He moved the microphone away, stepping down from the podium.

"You all know why we're here, but not exactly how this came to be. Allow me to explain. Two hundred four years ago, in 2010, an amendment was added to the Constitution, which was the supreme law of the time. It was called, as you know, the Civilian Rights Amendment. It allowed the government, in times of extreme peril, to suspend certain rights for short periods of time." He paused, gathering his breath.

"This amendment progressed over time. Eventually, it became its own document, overshadowing and abolishing the constitution. When the United States of America became the United States of the West, it became the law of the budding world-government. And then it took control of the rest of the world around it, branching our now-obliterated ways of life onto Mars. All of this culminated, five years ago, in 2209. As you know, data chips have been implanted in small children since the early 22nd century, for the ostensible purpose of monitoring life signs and keeping the citizens of the world safe. On November 5th, 2209, they revealed the true nature of these chips. They took control of the minds of nearly every citizen in the world. Including my wife and daughter." Xan paused again, choking back the pain.

"How then, are we here, you may ask. The answer is simple. When the chips were activated, the Oligarchy missed one thing. Anyone whose chip had been damaged or replaced in the past six months had not fully uploaded the brain-washing. I, myself, had been in a car crash a few weeks before." Xan touched the scar on his neck, feeling again the lack of chip.

"Even then, not all of those who had damaged chips made it out. Aside from the ones who were restrained by their loved ones, many didn't realize what had happened soon enough. Two weeks after the initial switch, all remaining chips were integrated. Only those of us who had removed our chips in that time remained. We now estimate, worldwide, less than ten thousand citizens remain free. Unfortunately, we have not yet discovered a way to de-integrate those who are already joined in the collective, but I assure you, we will soon find a way. And with that, you now understand what, and who, the resistance fights. Everyone on this planet, with the exception of some minuscule percentage, is now part of what we fight. I cannot guarantee that we will win. Even if we emerge victorious, I cannot guarantee there will be enough of us left to carry on the human race. But I, for one, will not stand for the state we have entered. And neither will you, or you wouldn't be here tonight, deep beneath Chicago's streets. Brothers... This is our fight. This is our war. This is our very existence."
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As Xan explained, society has become a collective of minds integrated into a core mind. This core mind cannot be hunted down and eliminated. The core mind is made up by all of those linked to it--to destroy it is to destroy every human linked.

As you enter this world, you must know a few things. The resistance movement, centered in Chicago, has around four hundred members, estimated to be more than 1/4 of the free population of America and Europe. They fight from old mafia-built tunnels beneath Chicago, using the latest weaponry--21st century guns. You see, wars ended rapidly after the early 21st century, and thus new weapon technologies were not needed. Technology, in fact, has not progressed much at all. The few major advances include cold fusion, which powers everything from a toaster to a bus, and easy space travel--ships launch daily to and from the colony on Mars, arriving within a few hours.

The cities of the world have expanded--Tokyo is now the entire country of Japan and has expanded hundreds of miles into the ocean. Los Angeles takes up nearly the entirety of what was the state of California; New York most of the North-Eastern US. London has expanded across the English Channel, into what was France. Only Chicago remains relatively small. But for all this, the population of the Earth is only around five billion--the entire continents of Africa, South America, and most of Asia, were emptied cruelly of their population in the first hours of the takeover. Everyone there simply dropped dead.

Australia is a forbidden zone. For any citizen without explicit permission from the Oligarchy to venture there is death.

You have two choices. Either you fight for the resistance as a freed ex-citizen, or you help the Oligarchy, an agent with your chip modified to either hunt down the resistance or infiltrate its rank. The choice, and the fate of our society, belong to you.

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Jul 10, 09 at 7:01pm
Robert Ninja

Spoiler: OOC

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well it was an NPC so let's just let it slide for now... or should I say let it FLY BY. Okay seriously corny joke, my bad XD.

Btw, this post is showing the original idea I had for Lucifer's weapons, thought I'd add it in now because I see a story linking opportunity.

Lucifer awakens at 10PM. A lame apartment in a lame part of the city... but it's obscure and not a place that will be under any Resistance attack threats... in fact it could be the place to pick up a tail or two or over hear low priority resistance members or simply people without chip implants.

Lucifer has a quick shower and checks her PDA, four messages from James all explaining how some prototype jeep is under attack and she should probably get there soon. Too late now, if only he knew she was sleeping – Lucifer doesn't give a crap what gets destroyed or blown up, it may phase all other Oligarchy members and startle the droned public but it's just sand on the side of the road for this Agent.

She responds to James' messages with: Good to know you're here – Couldn't pick up that situation, was sleep.

Soon after she sends the messages she gets a video call from James. She quickly flicks her wet dyed hair back and sets the camera on the desk near her new shallow bed. The cameras are activated and James appears.

“Lucifer, good to see you in one piece. I thought something happened in that last situation.”

She makes sure her towels are properly covering her before getting interested. “Whatever...”

James pauses for a second, “Listen, the local Oligarchy uniform and arms designer has been working on a replica of your armour for quite some time now. You can meet Seven at this address,” and address is transferred to Lucifer's PDA.

“That's her name,” the Agent asks, “Seven?”

“Yep,” her contact confirms, “and her partner Rose who designs some custom weapons too, but they don't seem to be in contact much anymore.”

“I'm heading off now.”

Lucifer arrives fully dressed by without any armour into a small complex in one Oligarchy HQ, happily accompanied by the local police just a street away. She meets up with Seven and they both exchange greetings. Seven is a mature blonde one who doesn't tie her hair back.

“Glad to finally meet you,” Seven says, messing about with various draws, capsules and armour cupboards, “although I can safely say you're size is exactly how imagined.”

Lucifer explores the lab a little bit, examining gadgets placed around. “Because you've been working on a replica of my custom armour... which is fit perfectly for me.”

“Exactly.” Seven confirms.

The Agent takes a seat while examining a small grappling hook. “So what improvements have you made to my gear?”

“Well,” she says, already seeming happy with herself, “I thought I'd throw in all the progress and research the other labs based throughout the country have been doing – mainly the power enhancers and thrust boosters.”

“Oh god,” Lucifer retorts, putting the item down, “I don't want a damn suit to be wearing.”

“Oh no, not at all,” Seven requests Lucifer to follow her through a corridor with glass windows seeing into the compressive manufacturing part of the lab, “I respect the... dark designs you appreciate to cover your body with and also value to be light on your feet... so I adapted such research to fit your armour... all of it.”

“Get to the point.”

Seven enters a chrome room with an enhanced version of Lucifer's armour placed upon the centre of the wall. Nothing else is present in the room.

“It's the full suit, between the joints are machine like hinges that improve the strength of the arches bends and pushes you make with your limbs – the stomach part is now tougher yet amazingly more flexible. Same goes for other parts of the suit so you'll feel you can move better.”

“Cool,” Lucifer can't hide her delight. “What are these?” She asks touching the boot attachments which clip onto the leg armour.

“Thought you'd never ask...” Seven pulls the suit out from the wall and it glides now obviously being attached to a hook that is moveable on the ceiling. She presses something on the gloves and a burst of fire and fuel is shot backwards through the heel of the boot.

“This will give you a seriously strong kick to anyone who dares face you with these on.”

In short, the suit makes Lucifer's body rocket-powered for certain attacks she wishes to be. Amelia has one of her coolest smiles appear on her expression.

“I bet you have plenty of ideas already on how to use these... I know how you fight hand-to-hand... you treat your enemies like dummies and toy with them for your own pleasure, obliterating them.”

“You've seen me fight?” Lucifer asks surprised.

“I've seen a few security videos,” Seven admits, “you don't think I'd work on your armour without knowing how you fight in it, would you? Anyway, to avoid making it too heavy, I only added two extra layers of armour in small places I've seen you get hit often.”

Lucifer tilts her head to ask where that is.

“The shoulder, aided by a spring system... this damage is your own doing, you like to land on your shoulders and legs and often use that part as...” Seven stops herself, “Anyway, its better now. “And also, your feet.”

“Eh?” Lucifer doesn't remember needing extra padding there.

“You like to drop from some serious heights... this won't allow you to do that but the extra padding and spring system will lighten drops so you can get away with higher falls or feel less pain when you make your usual ones.”

“Anything else?” Lucifer goes to take the suit down.

“The whole design has its same cyber designs, although I've added small arched and pointed bits at places where most common physical attacks will hit if you block right... almost like an instant counter attack on the person. They probably won't notice it in the heat of a battle with their adrenaline but it does do small amounts of damage to their fists and body, especially in longer fights. It'll leave their hands bruised, bleeding over time and possibly even broken if they hit at you hard enough and long enough.”

Lucifer tries the suit on and practices with some of the perks in the testing room, getting a feel for the rockets. The first one throws her off her feet but the next ones just send her stumbling. It'll take a while to get used to such tremendous force being in one kick and she notices the rocket propellers are also in the arms but they have no fuel as Seven has not yet designed a way for the rocket backfire to not hit the user's face when fired... after all, fists are near your head when you punch.

“I'm still working on that part,” Seven says mid training, “don't worry there's no fuel anyway so no chance of even accidentally using them.”

After an hour or so Lucifer feels she can basically handle the power attacks without messing up too much, but mastering them to work perfectly in combat is another deal. Leaving the lab, Lucifer sees diagrams and sketches of lots of weapons, armour and even designs for Oligarchy suits, not for combat. A certain weapon sketch catches Lucifer's attention. It looks like a fan or a boomerang... perhaps both.

“What's this?” She says, picking up the paper while holding the bag of her new armour in the other hand.

Seven takes the page. “Hmm... this is one of Rose's designs. These were in the lab this morning actually. Completed and all.

“Where are they now, who are they for?”

Seven places the paper back down, “Not sure who they're for but I assume Rose gave them to whatever Oligarchy member requested for them... they were finished just recently after all.”

Lucifer places her armour at her crappy apartment and locks it in a secure chest hidden in the wall of the closet then heads out to a far away bar to chill out some what, maybe pick up a tail. She orders regular drinks and dilutes it with some energy sodas she picked up earlier. Not much action in the bar other than guys hitting on her. She ignores them but for the ones that continue she briefly flashes her Custom 1911 and then they quickly leave her alone. She doesn't want to flash her badge because she might risk alerting a Resistance member to her presence and then she could be ambushed later, or worse, followed back to her apartment – She picks places to hang out away from her apartment so it's less obvious where she resides as of now.

“Got any better tunes than this drab stuff?” Lucifer asks the bar man.

“We don't play *bleep*ed up music here.” He responds, looking at Lucifer's appearance.

Jul 10, 09 at 6:52pm
Joseph Leito

Not to be a stickler, but there's no way a boomerang, no matter how sharp, could take an arm off or even likely kill, on the way back.

Jul 10, 09 at 5:25pm
Harvest Life

Fate had managed to knock out a guard and steal the map of the building. While sitting in the air duct she was studying it. She found out where the jeep would be kept and she was sure it was heavily guarded. She had a plan and a backup. The backup was just to run them all over, simple, easy to remember. She crawled though the ducts and dropped a smoke bomb, another thing she had gotten from Rose. After it covered the whole room she looked around and saw that the keys to the jeep would be in the area above this room, it had a glass window with a balcony type look to it. She didn't want to give herself away so she opened the door and ran up the stairs. Once in the room she walked around looking for the keys. She heard the door slam and she turned around. There was a tall man in a suit with a pair of handcuffs in his hands. She felt adrenaline run into her system as she whipped out her fans. The guy laughed and said, "Are you going to light me on fire or something?"

She rolled her eyes and tossed the fan at him. He ducked then stood back up.

"You misse-"
"No, I didn't."

She said as the fan came back and ripped the handcuffs out of his hand. She hopped into the air and hooked the handcuffs around his one hand then hooked the other end to a leg of a table.

"Bye, Sucker!" She said while taking the keys off his belt and throwing a small lamp out the giant window. Watching the glass fall she jumped out the now broken window. On her own belt, that looked like a ribbon, she pulled out a grappling hook and threw it. It landed on a light and she used it to swing to the other side of the room. She saw that the smoke was clearing so she dropped her other bomb. The guards cursed in rage as she dropped to the floor. She threw her fan at a guard, who fell over trying to doge it. She was grabbed from behind but luckily the fan had cut into his arms, causing him to drop her. She hopped in the jeep and put the keys in the ignition. She hit the gas peddle and was startled to find that it went faster then a sports car. This thing was a monster. She rode out of the warehouse and found herself being chased by the few remaining guards. She would leave them to spread the message. She was nearly stopped by the gate too, but her fan hit the button, causing the gate to go back down. She drove off watching the guards from the rear-view mirror. She was sure that quite a bit of that whole fight had been caught on tape. It would be on the news most likely. She was happy for some reason. This feeling made her feel strange. Was she going mad? Nah. She did laugh quite a bit when she drove the jeep into the Chicago River. Nobody could use it now. She made sure to jump out before it went over the edge though. She used her hook to get to a nearby roof and jumped across them. She even hopped on a hospital where she saw Snowbird pushing something. She jumped down from the roof, landing on the balls of her feet. Lucky for her that she had that hook for help. He had no idea who she was it seemed. She saw the children on the cart and held back her feelings.

"I hope you have a nice night, oh and I'm on your side." She said, changing her voice she he wouldn't know that way. She smiled again as she jumped rooftops to get back to her house. It seemed that the contacts and wig work. She should go and do that again...

OOC: I edited it. Sorry, I read way to many fantasy books...

Jul 10, 09 at 3:16pm
Joseph Leito

Xan put the patched-up children on a small cart, still asleep. He had told Van to drug them with a last bout of disinfectant. Xan felt a little guilty about what he was about to do, but the thought of these two being spies infuriated him and drove him to it.

"Snowbird, wait up." One of Xan's close associates, Jonathan, had caught up to him.

"I'll come with you. I need to make a delivery at the post office on the way back." John was a mail-bomber. He had once killed a fairly relevant Oligarchy officer with specific allergies with a letter coated in peanut butter. Xan could only wonder who the unlucky recipient of this letter would be.

"We should be going by there, I'm headed to the hospital."

"Dropping the mini-spies at the hospital? Why?" John was confused that they weren't being dumped in the sewer, Xan was sure.

"Can't bring myself to kill them outright. If they don't have chips, they'll probably be put to death. If they do, they'll certainly be put to death for failing their mission. Either way, they're out of our hair."
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"Sir, I think we're ready for a test."

"Good." The cold voice of an Oligarchy leader echoed through the small, underground bunker. A captured resistance member was tied to a chair behind a glass wall, stripped to only a sort of loin cloth over his privates.

"Tell me again. What is your name?" The cold voice asked.

"D-David J-Jennings." The man, clearly long ago broken by torture, didn't resist.

"Good." The cold voice shut off the microphone allowing David to hear them. "Activate it."

The technician at the control board typed DAVID JENNINGS into the computer. It listed a few names of David Jennings with chips still in. He removed them from the list, prompting the computer to fling a new list, this one of David Jennings who didn't still have chips, but did at one time. Only one living. The technician hit the 'Delete' key.

"Congratulations, David." The cold voice said over the microphone, as David began to writhe in his death throes.

"Now all we need is a name."

Jul 10, 09 at 1:02pm
Harvest Life

OOC: Sorry, I mix of Peroxide and Neosporen... Lol. That sounds strange.

"Yes, we can. Van can patch the girl up a bit, but they are NOT staying here until we can get a bit more information. You KNOW resistance members have to have thorough background checks, and that's just not possible with children. Besides, they're barely old enough to have been born when all of this started, and they want to tell me that 'strange doctors' removed their chips? I smell bullshit."

Fate nodded and forced a smile. She walked out of the room and mumbled that she was going home. She was either going to go home and go smash something or go listen to some music while she smashes something. Once she climbed from the tunnels and used the key to get into her house she slammed the door and locked it. Then stepped on the trap door and decided to test out her prototype mock hunter. It was a car crash dummy with a tennis ball shooter for a gun. The tennis ball shooter had a sensor so it would follow you like a hunter with an automatic gun would. She had a remote just in case though. She set it up then got ready to doge some tennis balls. She hit the remote while hitting play on her radio. To her surprise the song, What Hurts The Most started to play. She was only hit five times, in about, ten minutes. She heard her doorbell ring five times then once. She walked up and opened the door. It was the Restiance member who specialized in "unique" weapons. Fate had ordered a truly strange one. She offered to let the sales woman sit in the kitchen to have a cup of coffee. She sat across from her while she showed her the fans. They had a pink flower design and razor sharp edges. Fate smiled as she held one in her hand. It was light too.

"So you say this will act like a boomerang right?"

The woman nodded and said "Yep. If something like a bullet goes though the center they should still work. If not run like heck." Fate laughed and looked out the window. She saw two children running around, like they were programed to...

She couldn't hold it back anymore. She put her head on the table and started to cry. The woman was shocked for a bit.

"Phonix, don't cry... Why are you crying?"

Fate kept on crying, it just got worse and worse too. She sat there for about twenty minutes, just like that. She wiped her eyes then said, "I'm sorry... I should have waited until you left, Rose. I have sort of a soft spot for children. It just makes me think, you know, the chips make people mindless really. I mean, today some children showed up in the boiler room and Snowbird threw them back out on the street. I know it's necessary as they are most likely from the enemy but.... They have no choice really. Right? I just want this all to... I got it! Tonight, I'm going to steal, that prototype jeep for the enemy hunters!"

Rose smiled and then laughed, "Are you going to inform the other members of the resistance?"

Fate shook her head. She wasn't going to tell Rose the rest of her plan either. After Rose left she dug in the back of her closet and pulled out her blond wig while digging for some type of costume... She managed to find something and she looked out the window. She changed then headed out to the factory, right in the city. They wouldn't know a thing. Just to be safe she had to come up with another code name. She knew the Japanese word for phantom thief was Kaito. Kaito.. what? She smiled. Kaito Yoru (Night) was born that day. Though it might just end up being the downfall of the Restiance.

Jul 08, 09 at 10:21am
Robert Ninja

Spoiler: OOC

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Sorry for not giving you a chance to post, Hyoren, but it's been a little while and I want to keep the momentum of this up.

Well, they got away...” Lucifer echoes the obvious and finishes approaching the very edge of the roof, looking down at the man hole to the sewers they fled into. She feels inclined to make some joke about how that's where they belong but holds it back – she really doesn't have anything personally against the Resistance members, she just sees them as fun pay. She turns on her heel to check out this new agent.

“You're Lucifer...” Myno says holstering her weapon, Lucifer mimics the action.

“Yeah...” She approaches the fellow Agent and both grasp each others hands at the same time. They don't shake hands; just hold as if a frozen hand shake.

“Laura Myno.” The older woman introduces herself.

“Distasteful the way they refer to us as HUNTERS, right?” Lucifer says - And indeed it is, for its insulting to Oligarchy agents. HUNTERS are nothing but bland, high ranking attacks with no passion except the type they're told to feel.

“They made quite a mess,” Laura says, looking down at the aftermath of chaos on the streets below, now being scouted by the local police.

“I couldn't care less...” Lucifer doesn't hold back her feelings on the situation.

“What about your shoulder?” Laura mentions, noticing a bullet did scratch by it.

“Oh this,” Lucifer caresses her shoulder, slowly, then hard as if trying to cause herself pain – and then... the leather of her jacket comes clean off with the entire sleeve of her right side revealing stylised armour covering her shoulders, advanced and customised to look sort of gothic. “Didn't do a thing to me... but it did mess up my coat a bit, damn.”

Lucifer heads for the stairs down, Myno not following immediately. “My contact has probably already hooked up our communication devices so you can get in touch with me if you follow any leads on these guys... this... Black Phoenix and Snowbird...” She opens the staircase door. “They're probably still close but it'd be a waste of energy to go looking, the HUNTERS will flush them out if they stick around, anyway... maybe the child infiltrators will fool them.”

Leaving the area, Lucifer passes through the rubble, burnt decorations and of course the dead bodies of those in the blast zones of the bombs. The young Agent vaults over a destroyed car and into an abandoned clothes store where she takes two large lather jackets, useful for repairing her own clothes – as cool as she looks right now with her sleeve missing baring some of her armour, it's better to keep the enemy fooled into thinking they're facing someone unprotected. In truth, Lucifer is not fully armoured, only knee and shoulder guards, the two places Lucifer believes to be the areas of the body with most contact with strong forces while fighting so its sort of the minimum she wears... the rest is for when she's fully prepared to fight... and oh how devilicious does her armour charm the eyes and mind.

Quickly putting her headphones on one ear, she finds not reports of strange activity – maybe they're well gone or the child infiltrators have not set off their locaters yet. She spots a fair motorbike parked away from the chaos. Without any regard to who owns it, she lets the ID-Scan read her new badge and instantly it turns on, allowing her to drive the thing, a feature only meant for emergencies but she can get away with it. Time to find an apartment to stay in.

Jul 07, 09 at 8:35pm
Joseph Leito

OoC: Peroxide doesn't sting.

Xan glanced at the children. Something about their faces seemed a bit... wrong. The boy smiled at him, but he averted his gaze. He gave a look to Van that suggested his thoughts, then turned to Fate.

"Phoenix, can I talk to you in the other room for a moment?" She followed Xan into the neighboring bedroom.

"This positively reeks of espionage. I've heard of Oligarchy members who were deemed loyal enough having their chips removed to act as agents in the Resistance. Using children is by no means beneath them."

"We can't just turn them back out on the street!" She said.

"Yes, we can. Van can patch the girl up a bit, but they are NOT staying here until we can get a bit more information. You KNOW resistance members have to have thorough background checks, and that's just not possible with children. Besides, they're barely old enough to have been born when all of this started, and they want to tell me that 'strange doctors' removed their chips? I smell bullshit." Xan turned and went back into the room, Fate hot on his heels.

Jul 07, 09 at 7:09pm
Harvest Life

After she had dried her feet and pulled some really nasty gunk off them she set the towel on the table and snagged a bag of ice from the freezer. That hunter had not only made her head bleed but also gave it a pretty big bump. It was her lucky day though! The Doc had brought his sewing needle and thread with him. Fate had to get her head sewed and her elbow soaked in peroxide. After she was all fixed up she thanked the doctor before hearing some splashing in the sewer waters. There was a frantic knock on the door then a voice said "Help! I'm not a zombie nor a hunter! I swear!"

Fate realized that the voice sounded a lot like a child.... She opened the door against the others protests to see a little boy and a girl standing there. The girl wasn't really standing though, she looked nearly dead. Fate pulled them in then made sure they weren't carrying any weapons. They had nothing but the clothes on their backs. The doctor wasn't paying that much attention so he didn't see the little girl. This pair looked to be about seven or eight at the least. Fate turned to the boy as she passed the girl to Van.

"Why are you not all 'kill the Restiance' like everyone else?"

The little boy launched into the story. It seemed like his sister and him had both gotten their chips removed by strange doctors and then they acted like they were under the control of the chips. It also seemed like the little girl was really close to the explosion point. Fate turned to the men who where about the room.

"So what do you want to do with them?" She asked calmly while drying off the boys feet which were bare like hers.

Jul 07, 09 at 12:23pm
Dragon Tamer888

ooc: yay! finally i have an opening! XD BIC:

Terry grunted as he dropped the four heavy grocery bags onto the ground, dropping his now-heavy backpack right next to them. "Leave it all here guys. We can put everything in its place later." the three resistance members Terry was with nodded and dropped the grocery bags and backpacks on the ground next to Terry’s.

Terry pulled out a single bottle of cranberry juice from one of the grocery bags, glad to finally relax. While the party at the parade had been going on, he and a few other resistance members had raided a faraway grocery store of everything they could use.

Terry grabbed a wrench out of a bucket, and began lightly tapping pipes on the walls. He and the other resistance members were currently stationed in a large boiler room deep in the sewers. because of this, they had to make sure nothing went wrong with the pipes. If nothing went wrong, no one from the surface would need to come down to fix it.

Once Terry was satisfied with the water pressure of the boiler, and the current state of the pipes, he collapsed into a chair and put his feet up onto a table. Sadly he couldn’t stay like that for long. He soon heard something splashing through the sewer water outside the boiler room, followed by a knocking on one of the three doors.

Terry walked up to the door and pressed his ear to it. Waiting for whomever it was to knock again. a minute or so passed, and terry heard three more knocks against the door. Followed by some tapping sounds. Three short taps, two long, and one short. "Welcome home!" terry announced as he opened the door.

Fate walked into the room, Terry was surprised to see her feet bare, and quickly rummaged through the grocery bags to pull out a small towel.

"Phoenix?" Terry asked offering her the towel to dry her feet with. He noticed signs of tears going down her face. "What happen..." "Knight's dead!” Terry jump as Fate Yelled out the news. He, and the other four resistance members scattered about the room, looked at her in shock. Terry then heard another knock on the door, and after following the same ritual, opened it to find Xan and Van.

"Looks like you’ve heard" Xan said, pushing terry aside to sit in a chair behind the lone computer in the room.

ooc: just to clarify, this room has some shelves, some chairs, a table or two, a computer, a radio, lights, and maybe even a refrigerator. Everything someone would need to stay alive. As well as what you would normally find in a boiler room. And sorry it sucks. I haven’t posted in an RP much XD BIC.

Jul 06, 09 at 7:29pm
Joseph Leito

"KNIGHT!" Xan stood, running to the window, despite Van's protests. He looked out, watching the situation unfold.

His eyes darkened. Without another word, he pulled two pistols from his belt and shot out the window. He wiped a bit of blood from his head away from his eye, pulling a shirt off the clothes-line outside. Xan flung it around the clothes-line.

"OH no! That line will NOT hold you!" Van shouted behind him. Xan knew, of course. If it held him, he'd be wasting time. He jumped, gripping the sleeves of the shirt in each hand.

*SNAP*

The line and shirt ripped simultaneously. Xan grabbed the line with one hand, startled at how quickly it had broken, and dropped one of his guns to the street below. He held on to the swinging line with one arm, trying to get a clear shot at one of the Hunters who had taken Knight down. Thinking he had one, he squeezed off four shots from the 9mm and slid down the line, dropping him less than ten feet to the street below, and leaving him with a nasty rope burn. With dismay, he saw that none of the four shots had struck well--the only one to hit just grazed the shoulder of the one who had pulled the trigger on Knight. He knew, however, he was in no shape to fight two Hunters on his own.

Xan turned and ran as fast as his wobbly legs and bleeding head would allow, slipping back into the sewers. To head back to the tunnels.

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