- last post: 01.01.0001 12:00 AM PDT
On your feet.
The dull command echoed in his cold and placid mind... The lukewarm breeze assaulted his senses as if it were a shockwave from a volcano. Which made sense, considering that up until then, he was encased in a protected chamber, pressurized with liquid nitrogen at almost 400 below. As his eyes flew open from the jolt, glossed over with uncounted days of dormancy, they slowly crystallized into a form of grey, which almost emanated a green light, a subtle tribute to what lay just beneath his human frame.
Cold. I feel... cold.
First these thoughts came, forming in turn a chain reaction within the returning mind to consciousness; faster and faster they came, until at last, he was aware. No, not of his past, that would be too dangerous -too risky- He was a tool, a weapon, the ace in the hole, the trump card, the tactical strike, the death of his enemies. This, he knew, and knew well. Already his functions were asessing the room around him, finding his next objective: orders. Trained to follow, programmed to kill, created to protect. A strange paradox, elusive destroyer, hybrid, the unbound. His instincts drove him to the interface he noticed in the wall directly ahead of him. He noticed the familiar symbol illuminated on the screen and placed his right arm in the appropriate slot.
Good day my friend.
Cruel term, is it not? Ah well, I'll not lose you on words. I love obedience. You have a job to do. Suit up and get moving. We haven't much time. Briefing later, just follow procedure. I'll fill you in planetside.
–Dolorous
The voice echoed in his head, and as the console dimmed, he removed his arm. The wall before him slid aside to reveal what appeared at first glance to be a simple environment suit. He knew better. The neural enhancements within the suit would kill anyone but him, simply put. The human body runs off of electrical currents, and while they are subdued quite a bit, they still remain vulnerable to magnetic and electrical interference. His body, and his suit were both powered through a series of altered electrical currents that canceled each other out, rendering him invulnerable to forces such as electric shocks, magnetic fields, and even electromagnetic pulses. It also made his life sign virtually undetectable to any standard bio sensor, and his motions were masked to an extent from motion sensors as well. Any and all forces of energy in the known universe are run by the electrical charges in matter, and with the suit's capabilities, he was able to repel many sources of this energy with impunity, such as high velocity projectiles, plasma weaponry, or the like. His suit would literally stop the momentum of these conventional weapons dead in their tracks, rendering them all but useless. His primary combat offensive weaponry consisted of a "gun" for lack of a better term that behaved almost nothing like it's common human counterpart. Externally, it appeared an ordinary assault rifle manufactured on earth, while in reality, it drained the very energy from his suit in order to project a disturbance in matter to the appropriate target. The result caused the resulting target matter to "scramble" and become highly unstable, resulting in a variable explosive shockwave that can cut through most matter short of a neutron star. Once he had donned his appropriate gear and moved to the standard teleportation grid, he took one last look at the miniscule holding chamber he had resided in for so long, the closest thing he had ever known to home. It had no more effect on him than any other place he'd seen in his life, the fullness of which seemed but a misty dream. Hard, cold, dim reality told him to follow orders. And follow them he did, and within a moment of time that would otherwise have occupied the fall of lightning, he was gone...
I have returned.