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       The Waker's Requiem
       By: DubbleDukkSahss Date: December 16, 2014, 4:08 pm
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       INTRODUCTION:
       The year is 2261, nearly a century after America was rebuilt
       from the wastes of World War III. New Motor City had grown
       exponentially as a new government formed, a true United Nations
       made up of the four re-emerging superpowers, Germany, America,
       United Kingdom and Japan who’d finally succeeded in unifying
       with China. What was once a shanty town built out of scrap metal
       and pre-war ruins is now a massive mega city, spanning from old
       Detroit to what was once New Jersey, reaching up to three
       distinct levels. The FujiTek Corporation has majority control
       over most business interests in the world, but there are some
       smaller corporations that still give them competition. The DVO
       Computing/Gaming Technologies firm owned by Solomon Briarhurst
       is the biggest competitor leading the way in Grid-Decks and Game
       Consoles as well as having the best rated mobile devices, having
       an excellent customer service record and highly praised third
       party support. Crime has overwhelmed in the lower levels with
       the Civilian Security Coalition even going so far as to deputize
       a mercenary company known as the Hunters’ Guild to help stem the
       tides of street crime.
       Demi-humans have found a niche in society typically using their
       gifts to aid progress, though since Prophet City fell to the
       sea, it has become clear that the mutations are now getting less
       extraordinary. Androids are a typical sight, usually within a
       support role of someone important. Hackers and couriers are
       common, many pressured companies hiring them under the table to
       help them get an edge, even government officials hire these
       “runners” in order to keep their assets or secrets safe from
       more sinister intentions.
       A Haven had risen from the ashes of Horror, The Waker has
       watched from the darkest corners, but something old is stirring
       causing the Waker to stir something old to help him. Good
       Morning, New Haven, it looks like a beautiful day.
       Game Information:
       GOVERNMENT OVERVIEW
       [spoiler]Most of the planet is run by a corporate backed Police
       State run by the Civilian Security Coalition, during the rise of
       a new civilization in the early 2100's, they were the ones who
       restored order to New Haven in the struggling early economy
       being built up by FujiTek and the New Euromerican Parliament.
       Crime rates are very high still, because they are corporate
       backed the CSC aren't extraordinarily prepared for the task of
       criminal apprehension and therefore lack the equipment necessary
       to do their jobs effectively. The NEP governs New Haven and Blue
       Fields with a lax composure, kids are often seen on the streets
       with no supervision, gang activities are on the rise, youth
       violence rates are up, school dropout rates and unemployment
       rates are on a gradual decline due to an influx of new jobs at
       DVO and FujiTek and a low cost reform of the education system
       allowing parents to monitor their children's progress in school.
       A large economic superpower is growing in the online industries
       as cyberspace technology begins the blur the lines of real and
       digital. World Trade is slow and grueling due to concerns of
       terrorism. When the Pre-War satellites fell, most of Humanity's
       ability to set up surveillance on each other was lost, and most
       shipping routes and become populated with a new breed of
       Pirate.[/spoiler]
       ECONOMIC INFORMATION
       [spoiler] The world in the aftermath of World War III used a
       simple barter system coupled with bits of metal ranging from
       bottle caps to bits of ore, to old coins, screws, nuts, washers,
       shards of old metal buildings, if it was small and metal it was
       worth something. In the early years of the new civilization they
       continued using chips until the New American Confederacy began
       trying to print their own money. When they fell, so did their
       currency, and it was time for a new economy altogether. Enter
       FujiTek and the Wuyak (pronounced: Woo-Yahk). The Fujiyama
       Family was a very wealthy Pre-War bloodline that had spent many
       years and what they considered to be quite the fortune on
       rebuilding Japan in the Aftermath of WWIII. Once secured they
       led the newly rebuilt Japan into China, where it didn't take too
       long to rebuild and control a newly forming Asian empire under
       the economic and technological brilliance of the Fujiyama
       Family. Over time, they had formed an alliance with Germany, and
       the FujiTek corporation was formed, giving rise to a new global
       economy.[/spoiler]
       NEW HAVEN CITY DESCRIPTION
       [spoiler] Just so you don't get lost:
       The City spans from Michigan down to Illinois, Ohio, Indiana,
       West Virginia, Tennessee, Kentucky and North Carolina and spans
       up to Virginia, Marlyand, Delaware, Pennsylvania and New Jersey
       with ports on the coast.
       Each Level of the city has about 350 separate Districts, with
       Hyper Sonic Tram Cars carrying people to and from each district,
       Each Level having a gravity lift to get to and from the three.
       The city has a rough total population of 840,000,000 people with
       about 100,000,000 more who are Synthetics, Sentient Androids of
       all origins who wind up in the City and become Citizens.
       
       LOCATIONS THAT WILL BE VISITED LATER
       Blue Fields - a much much smaller city in southern Ontario and
       mostly home to FujiTek R&D employees and their families. The
       City itself is a technological Marvel due to it mostly being the
       place where they invent their new toys.
       The Wall - A location in the Wastelands somewhere in the
       Mountains of what used to be Colorado. Speculation suggests
       people tried to build a Wall to protect them from the horrors of
       WWIII, seemed to be an unfinished Stronghold base with a bit of
       mystery surrounding the purpose of building a massive wall
       around a small mountain town. It has since become a new small
       settlement of people who preferred the quiet of the Wasteland
       than the noise of the city.
       [/spoiler]
       TECHNOLOGY EXAMPLES
       [spoiler]This world is full of many outstanding pieces of
       technology. Here is a list of some noteworthy pieces:
       Blinkshift Module
       KP6X CyberStim Grid-Deck
       TAP-21 Cyber-Deck
       FujiTek AM Mag-Line Vehicle
       FujiTek EM Spider Boots
       DVO Medi-Drive Doc-Pod
       [/spoiler]
       FACTIONS
       [spoiler]
       New Euromerican Parliament
       Civilian Security Coalition
       FujiTek Corporation
       FujiPolizei (FujiTek PD)
       The Hunters' Guild
       New American Confederacy (Long Since Fallen)
       DVO Technologies
       OmniCare Incorporated
       OmniCops
       [/spoiler]
       SPECIES
       [spoiler]
       Human
       DemiHuman
       Android
       AI
       Super-Human
       Cyborg
       [/spoiler]
       CITIES
       [spoiler]
       New Haven (Founded 2095)
       Blue Fields (Founded 2143)
       New Angel City (Founded 2013)[/spoiler]
       CHARACTER SHEET:
       [spoiler]
       Name
       Age
       Species
       Natural Abilities
       Technology Bestowed Abilities
       Equipment
       Backstory
       Personality Profile
       Additional Information
       [/spoiler]
       MY CHARACTER
       [spoiler]
       Name: Subject Six
       Preferred Name: Renna
       Age: Physical Age - 19 Years, Technical Age - 261 Years
       Species: Super Human
       Natural Abilities:
       -Enhanced Physical Strength (She can lift 6 Tons and smash tank
       armor to pieces with her bare fist.)
       -Enhanced Agility and Reflexes (She is able to dodge Automatic
       Gunfire, sometimes to the point where she can almost flick the
       bullets away from her path.)
       -Enhanced Senses (She sees, hears, feels, tastes, and smells
       better than any standard human)
       -Enhanced Metabolism and Stamina (She can fight tirelessly for
       about 22 hours before needing sleep, though she is almost always
       up for a fullcourse meal)
       -Enhanced Speed (She can run nearly 100 mph - Top Recorded Speed
       97.3 mph)
       -Enhanced Immune System and Radiation Resistance (She shrugs off
       sickness like dust and can actually survive in heavily
       irradiated areas for about 3 days without showing signs of
       radiation damage to any aspect of her health, meaning she can
       take up 9 rads per second for 3 Days without health decline.)
       -Enhanced regenerative abilities (Most injuries are healed
       withing hours or days with severe injuries taking a week to two
       weeks)
       Blink Module Abilities:
       -Blinkshift: A Short Distance Teleportation technique nearly
       unique to her, her destination must be within her line of sight.
       -Blinkbullet: Her Blink Module supercharges her atomic structure
       giving her the ability to run at light speed for a short
       distance. She uses this in conjunction with her Super Soldier
       abilities to create a lightspeed tackle.
       -Blinkprinter: A built in 3D printer that gives her a supply of
       extra gadgets as long as the hard-disk within has the blueprints
       and data to work off of.
       Currently available Blink Printer blueprints:
       Miniature throwing knives
       Ballistic Boltneedles
       Grappling Hooks
       Impact Activated Smoke Pellets (Requires Magnesium Infusion to
       craft)
       Equipment:
       Prototype DVO MKII Void-Light Blink Module
       MMsM4 .45 Cal Semi Auto Handcannon
       Six Cutters (Hi-Tech pre-war throwing/cqc knives Renna has grown
       quite skilled with)
       Void Cutter (Void Light Assisted Machete)
       Sony Walkmen and a collection of old Cassette Tapes (her last
       vestige of her time period and her only remaining connection to
       the past)
       High End First Aid Kit full of "redistributed" hospital supplies
       Lockpocking kit
       Two EMP grenades
       Two Demolition Charges
       Two Knockout Grenades
       Backstory:
       Renna was born in 1999, six years after the devastation of World
       War III. She was the sixth in a series of 10 super soldiers that
       were supposed to aid the New American Confederacy (NAC) in the
       reclamation of the Wasteland that was once America. She was
       among the top of her peers, besting every physical examination
       with ease, acing every mental exam with the same lack of effort.
       This led to three of her siblings including herself being given
       authority over their own small teams. From the age of Eight till
       the age of 19, Renna led a team including herself and two other
       Subjects on high risk NAC raiding missions, but in 2018, her
       family was put in stasis following a disaster that almost caused
       the Destruction of NAC Forces and New Motor City. One of her
       siblings had suffered acute Neuro-Tissue Degeneration and went
       berserk, attacking anything that moved within his line of sight,
       she was successful in putting him down, but the heads of the NAC
       military were afraid of a repeated event, so they placed the
       remaining 9 in stasis, a move which led to her further
       questioning the NAC and her stance on being on their side.
       November 2018: Renna's Squad was ordered to do recon on a SoD
       Base near the newly founded New Motor City in what once was
       Detroit, MI. Her team dropped down at 0230 hours and was
       supposed to be extracted 36 hours later. She didn't see the
       terrorists that the NAC said the Stronghold Defenders were, she
       saw them feeding the hungry, helping regular people build homes,
       helping the people of New Motor rebuild in the aftermath of
       nuclear holocaust, a stark difference to how she'd seen her own
       superiors treat people. Killing them, beating them, starving
       them if they weren't purely human anymore, forcing them to live
       in slums the NAC built. It made her question what side she
       should've been on, but her orders took precedence due to
       conditioning. She and her team continued for another 19 hours,
       logging the Stronghold's activities for recon, until her squad
       mate Subject Ten began running towards the base. He'd screamed
       in agony, alerting the Stronghold to his presence, gunfire
       became inevitable. Renna could see the pain he was in, Subject
       Ten's mind was literally rotting within his own skull, and he
       felt every cell begin to burst. Renna had only one option, to
       put him down before he took everything he could with him in his
       failed attempts to have someone help him. She did so, and made
       her report, four months of deliberation and meetings followed
       before the higher ups gave the order to be put on Ice.
       Personality Profile: She is quiet, quicker to act than to speak.
       When she does speak she is snarky and uses sarcasm to enrage her
       opponents into giving her an opening. She has a kind heart, she
       feels compelled to help those in need and will go above and
       beyond to do what she feels is her duty as a soldier even if
       that means stealing stuff from others. Due to many years being
       trapped in what was more or less a hospital ward she has
       developed a psychological inability to trust a doctor in a lab.
       She will stubbornly refuse medical treatment unless she has no
       other option. Furthering her already incredible abilities is her
       subsequent training to be in the Hunters' Guild a bounty hunting
       coalition that goes wherever the quickly growing Civilian
       Security Coalition won't go, and she has quickly become one of
       their deadliest members. She has a cold almost mechanical and
       articulate speech pattern that often underlies how she feels.
       While she isn’t at all very expressive with her emotions, she is
       quick to protect that which she cares about, and she has a deep
       love for the music of the 1980‘s and 1970‘s particularly Rock
       Music.
       Renna's Music Collection (Collected during her time in the
       wastelands and preserved in the facility where she was put in
       stasis):
       Alice in Chains
       Faith No More
       Guns N Roses
       Iron Maiden
       Metallica
       Pink Floyd
       Led Zeppelin
       Awesome Mix Vol.1 Songs (The mix tape that has The Rooster and
       Them Bones also has Cherry Bomb, Moonage Daydream, I'm Not in
       Love, Hooked on a Feeling, Come and Get Your Love, Hit me with
       your best Shot, Barracuda, Double Vision and the Pina Colada
       Song)
       Judas Priest
       Ozzy Osbourne/Black Sabbath
       Blue Oyster Cult
       Sex Pistols
       Def Leppard
       AC/DC
       Slaughter
       Winger
       The Scorpions
       Motorhead
       Motley Crue
       Ted Nugent
       Pantera
       [/spoiler]
       CHARACTERS AVAILABLE FOR SIGN UP
       [spoiler]
       Subject #Four
       Subject #Seven
       Carl Paulsen aka "Carl the Cleaver"->Update: Tsubaki has claimed
       this: CLVR-8000
       Aaron Pinchot aka "The Squirrel"
       Maxwell Page, has an irrevocable connection to the Waker
       [/spoiler]
       RULES:[spoiler]
       Typical RP rules of course!
       If you sign up as one of the subjects their Natural abilities
       must be similar to Renna's as they are all siblings. You are
       free to tweak them however and I encourage you to build a unique
       super soldier if you want to be a super soldier.
       If you're signing up as a Demi-Human you may choose one super
       power, however as many years have passed since the mutagen that
       cause this evolution, the changes are more refined now and
       powers are not as extravagant or awe worthy as they will be in
       the Post Apocalyptic era of this timeline.
       The only two characters on this list that are ABSOLUTELY
       NECESSARY for the story are Maxwell Page and Carl Paulsen. You
       are more than welcome to ignore the list completely and make
       your own character from scratch.
       THIS IS CYBERPUNK/POST APOCALYPTIC SETTING, there will be heavy
       use of science jargen and references to events that happened in
       a time when civilization had been destroyed. This story takes
       place in a massive city that spans from Detroit to Jersey.
       This story has been Rated "M" for Mature for the appearance of:
       Strong Profanity
       Drug Use
       Alcohol Use
       Suggestive Themes
       Implied Sexual Activity (NO DEPICTION OF SEX ALLOWED FADE TO
       BLACK YOU PERVS)
       [/spoiler]
       Theme Song:
  HTML https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=KFDuvmnnzBg
       
       (Disclaimer: I have used this song just because I feel it fits
       the story. I did not make this song nor do I hold any rights to
       it, all credit given to Ikonika)
       #Post#: 379955--------------------------------------------------
       Re: The Waker's Requiem
       By: DubbleDukkSahss Date: December 20, 2014, 2:28 pm
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       THREE DAYS EARLIER
       All was quiet and dark, filled with that ancient calm that falls
       over an untouched tomb. This was a place that had been forgotten
       long ago by time gone by, and now suddenly, machines were
       beginning to shake the dust off, lights were beginning to
       flicker on, at least the ones that were still able to. The
       lights revealed a room, a good sized laboratory filled with
       stasis pods from a long forgotten age of nuclear terror. A
       moth-eaten flag hung on the wall, a variation of the old
       American flag with a red star bordered by white over a blue
       patch next to the familar white and red stripes. Below the star
       in the blue read the letters, NAC. There were ten pods in this
       room accompanied by medical terminals, and out of all of them
       only one was still closed and powered, it’s occupant still
       breathing.
       A distorted time ravaged simulated voice came over an old
       speaker on the terminal pod.
       “Beginning protocol: Wake Up Call, Subject Six.” It said as
       readouts began to appear within the dust covered tube. The tube
       began to despressurize and the occupant gave a harsh gasp as she
       woke, her fist slamming into the reinforced glass with a loud
       scream as she grew accustomed to being among the living again.
       She panted as she slumped against the side of her tube, her body
       taking time to fully reactivate was normal, but this was
       different and she could feel it. Her muscles ached, she felt as
       if she just awoken with the worst hangover imaginable, with the
       splitting migraine thrown in for free. Her tube opened, but
       instead of gracefully stepping out of it she slumped to the
       floor with a soft metallic thud.
       “Re-reporting...for...for duty...sir....” She managed to hack
       out as her throat returned to a live state. She was left without
       response at first however, which struck her as even more odd.
       She expected to here a superior respond with a new assignment
       but instead she was met with silence.
       “Good morning, Subject #Six.” An unfamiliar voice finally said,
       her eyes just now becoming of use. She weakly turned over onto
       her back and began to realize that there was no one there for
       the voice to belong to. She struggled to look around, but all
       she saw was an empty time ravaged room.
       “Oh, there is no one else here, just you and I.” The voice
       spoke, its voice having an odd undefinable quality about it.
       “You should be getting over that post-stasis disorientation
       soon, your vitals are exceptional. Whatever the people who ran
       this place were fighting to need to make you this tough must’ve
       been terrifying.” It said, it’s calm demeanor now beginning to
       seem unnatural to her ears.
       She managed to sit up after crawling over to a bench, she
       clenched her forehead in one of her hands and responded, “They
       created us to fight mutants. Speaking of ‘They’ Where are my
       superiors?” She asked, her voice regaining its strength.
       “Long dead. The NAC fell in 2095, you have been asleep for 261
       years.” It replied.
       She began walking around to the other pods, pod 1 was empty so
       was pod 2. Pod 3‘s occupant was revealed to be dead when she
       brushed the dust off of it, making her look away. Pod 4 was
       empty, pod 5 empty, her pod now empty, pod 7 empty,  the last 2
       were dead in the pods too. She looked at the tenth pod, she knew
       it’d never been occupied. “261 years.....nobody ever found this
       place?” She asked, her fingers gliding through the dust over her
       old pod’s medical terminal.
       “I found this place.” It replied. “You may call me the Waker if
       you wish.”
       “Understood.” She began, “So, Waker, why exactly did you wake me
       up?” She asked, her voice softspoken with a low tone but lacking
       any real tone shift or expression behind, her words came out
       cold.
       “I need your help.” It spoke, “Put plainly I saved you so you
       could save me. Your old equipment is over there in one of the
       lockers, I’m quite sure you will not need a key.”
       “Save you from what?” She asked slowly making her way to the
       lockers.
       “Subject #2,” The Waker responded. “Though I suspect she will
       not be like the Subject #2 you remember at all. Your sister woke
       up quite some time ago when her pod shorted out and began Wake
       Up protocols. She managed to make her way out, but her mind
       began to deteriorate, I believe you know the condition well.”
       “Yes...I do.....” She replied dryly as she threw her old
       fatigues and boots on.
       “She took the edge off by becoming addicted to mutagenic chems
       and biomodification procedures, but now she’s found a cure and
       is on a mission to find me to get it so your last mission is to
       stop her, it’s too late for the cure to help her, but without
       your help nothing will stop her from trying.”
       “So I help you, then I’m done taking orders from people? Good,
       show me the door.” She said, routinely strapping on her knives
       and machete, holstering her pistol and throwing on her black and
       red canvas jacket. She forced the thought of having to take down
       another one of her siblings to the back of her mind. It was a
       sad fate, but there was nothing that could be done now, Subject
       #2 had become Target #1 in Six’s mind now, and it just needed to
       be solidified.
       “Waker, do you have a way to erase this place?” She asked as she
       climbed the steps to the armory.
       “I could remotely set the power core to self destruct, it was a
       failsafe in case this facility was ever breached by enemy
       forces.”
       “Do it after I get top side, I don’t plan on coming home.” She
       said, grabbing the case labeled “Subject Six’s Effects” and a
       couple cases of pistol magazines before swiftly going back up
       the steps towards the surface lift.
       “Are you sure?”
       “Yes, the NAC has fallen, time to bury them.” She said as she
       pressed the button, calling her ride out of here.
       “Self Destruct protocol activated, Facility will self destruct
       in 13 Minutes.” The Waker said, “We will speak again soon, I’d
       like to advise you to join the Hunters’ Guild, that should give
       you all the tools and access you may need to complete your
       mission, you’ll need a name though.”
       “I’ll come up with something.” She said as she exited the lift,
       being blinded by the bright lights of New Haven’s nightlife. She
       was astounded by the scope of it all, what she once knew as
       barren, ruined wasteland was now an ocean of skyscrapers, lights
       and sound. She made her way into the streets and disappeared
       amongst the crowds of people, meanwhile, the clock down below
       ticked down. :11, :10, :09, :08, :07, :06, :05, :04, :03, :02,
       :01, :00
       The south motor city section of New Haven’s Ground District
       shook as a massive explosion leveled two blocks.
       “Good Riddance...” She mumbled under her breath as she walked,
       keeping her eyes peeled for something that would tell her where
       to go.
       It’d taken her three days, but she had made her way to the
       Hunters’ Guild’s HQ in the Second Level’s 6th district. The
       building had a small neon sign that read “Come in!” on it and
       the building didn’t seem like it was the home of some elite
       paramilitary organization. The building was in fact an old
       police precinct that the Guild had repurposed. It was the only
       other blip on the map the Waker had provided her. She entered
       the building and immediately the old smell of a military bunker
       filled her nose, a sudden wave of nostalgia washing over her.
       There was a man sitting at a desk to the right of her, hidden
       behind the bulletproof glass that usually protected
       receptionists at police stations from disgruntled civilians. He
       called out to her his gruff voice muffled by a microphone, “Can
       I help you miss?” Bright, piercing, and nearly glowing blue eyes
       slowly shifted towards him with a raised eyebrow.
       “Yes you can as a matter of fact, how I do I sign up?” She
       asked, slightly brushing some of her blue hued hair out of her
       face as she walked over to the window he was sat at. He looked
       perplexed at her response. He was a middle aged man, his skin
       was pale and scarred, his hair was beginning to turn grey and he
       had a bushy salt and pepper mustache. He looked like a normal
       old man, except for the bright purple eyes he scanned her with,
       she knew instantly he was a mutant.
       “You wanna join the Hunters’ Guild? Why?” He asked, his tone
       changing to one of suspicion with a slight undertone of
       bewilderment.
       “I need a job, I used to be a soldier, this seemed like the way
       to go...” She said, her tone cold and steady, like the bullet of
       a sniper. “So how do I sign up?” The look in her eyes showed she
       was serious, and the tone of her voice was the best evidence of
       it.
       He slid a pad of papers in a clipboard to her with a pen, “Fill
       that out and head upstairs talk to the Synth in the red scarf
       and she’ll give ya the VR training if she thinks you have what
       it takes. Good Luck.” His voice seemed uninterested, as if he
       were simply giving a callous and uncaring read from a script for
       a corporate training video. She began filling out the
       information on the sheets, Name: Renna, Age: 19, Weight: 139lbs,
       Height: 5‘8“, Eye Color: Blue, Hair Color: Blue, Skills: Highly
       trained in combat, minimal computer tech training, 11 Years of
       Combat Experience. She was able to finish the whole packet as
       she reached the top of the stairs. Renna looked up and looked
       around, offices down one hallway, interrogation rooms down the
       other. She was looking for a woman in a red scarf she thought as
       she slowly made her way down the office hallway, peering through
       windows and seeing no one fitting the description. She doubled
       back to the hallway with the interrogation rooms, they were all
       empty, but there was a door at the end of the hall, it read
       “Applicants Enter Here.” Her eyes narrowed and scanned over it,
       pondering how to approach it. She remembered how her superiors
       used to test her like this, and immediately began to believe
       this would be no different.
       She opened the door and slipped through, clutching the clipboard
       to her side with one hand and she prepared to defend herself
       with the other. To her suprise it was a stair case leading down,
       and didn’t seem like a gauntlet. She relaxed a little and began
       to make her way down, though her guard was not down and she
       still had the reservation in her mind that she was being tested.
       She reached the foot of the stairs and saw another door, this
       time however she saw a figure of metal on the other side. The
       shape of a woman, the red scarf, it had to be who she was
       looking for but this wasn’t a woman, it was a machine, that must
       have been what the man meant, she thought, by the word ‘Synth’
       he must’ve meant an android. She approached the android calmly
       and spoke up.
       “Excuse me, I believe I was supposed to speak with you? The man
       up front said to look for a woman in a red scarf.” She explained
       holding out the clipboard full of files towards the scarf clad
       fembot.
       “You’re an applicant....” The android spoke, her voice distorted
       like the receptionist’s only this was her actual voice not her
       voice through a microphone. On closer inspection, this woman
       seemed to be a mixed bag of parts from other machines, one of
       her arms most certainly was built for a larger more industry
       oriented bot while it seemed her torso and left leg were from
       some sort of pleasure droid and her other arm seemed to be built
       to be some sort of welding droid, her head was modeled to look
       like a woman in a soldier’s helmet with red stensil across the
       left cheek that read ‘RD-445' with a red jolly roger stensil
       painted on the shoulder plate of her larger arm. “Well, let me
       look ya over.” Her simulated voice box belted out, the person
       who built her must’ve wanted her to sound like a western outlaw.
       Her eyes seemed to be a cluster of optic receptors and blue
       LED’s encased in a metal sphere and both of them were scanning
       over Renna in depth, gathering every bit of physical and vital
       data as possible. “Yer exceptionally fit, ya already have
       weapons....tell me something...Yer not a Demi, yer not an aug,
       but I know yer not human, so what are ya?” The robotic woman
       asked quietly, her LED eyes nearly glued to Renna’s own bright
       blues.
       “Super Soldier....." Renna replied with a near whisper. “Just
       got out of 261 years of stasis....” Red-445 looked at her with a
       look of simulated shock before reading through her file again.
       “Come with me, Renna.” She spoke and motioned for Renna to
       follow with her smaller arm’s three fingered hand. The red and
       gunmetal colored android in the Red Scarf began down another
       stair case at the end of her office. Her voice carried back
       towards Renna as she followed down. “We’ll need to solidify your
       identity before we equip you and show you a couple of extra
       tricks. Most Hunters would need months of rigorous training in
       martial arts and firearm use before we bring them into the fold,
       but if ya really were one of those NAC super soldiers, ya won’t
       need all that, instead I’ll show ya a few moves, let ya choose
       yer blink module, and set up yer perch.”
       “How’d you know about the NAC super soldiers?!” Renna asked, her
       normally expressionless tone holding a bit of shock and
       confusion.
       “I’m an old droid, kid...” She began, her voice distinctly
       sounding like that of an old cowboy, “I was once a companion
       droid some kid built to protect ‘im before New Haven was built,
       I saw some of those super soldiers, out near Phoenix, two boys
       and a girl but that was a long time ago, most of that data is
       corrupted now.... Don’t worry nobody but me’ll know bout ya
       kiddo.”
       Renna remembered Phoenix, not from being there but from what
       Subject 3 had told her, but this android remembered being there,
       she was there, she saw her siblings. “Good, now what is a blink
       module and what do you mean by setting up a perch?” Renna asked,
       her composure returning to her calm and conditioned state.
       Red-445 shot a glance back at her as she opened the door to the
       equipment room.
       “I mean get ya a place to live, kid. Blink Module’s a computer
       pretty much, we gotta install a couple mods to your eyes and
       brain, but it’s really not all that bad, just a nueral/optic
       interface so you and your blink module can communicate more
       efficiently.” the android explained as she prepared the
       installation table. Renna looked at Red with a cold indifferent
       expression.
       “Alright then, let’s go with this one,” Renna said as she looked
       through the available models, picking a distinct model with
       purple lights on it. It looked like a Gun Metal colored gauntlet
       with purple LED diodes on it and a backlit screen. Red looked at
       the model and nodded, looking through the file terminal to
       locate the matching interface mod.
       “Alright,” She said as she returned to the table, “take your
       shirt off and lay down face down, position your face to lie
       perfectly within that mask shape in the table and breathe
       normally counting in your mind from 100 to 0.” Red instructed,
       preparing an array of mildly invasive surgical instruments while
       Renna began counting down from 100. Renna soon found herself
       drifting into unconsciouness.
       As she began to wake, she saw Red-445 standing over her,
       remotely calibrating the Optic interface and Retinal Display of
       the Blink Module’s Neural Interfacing HUD. Digital readouts
       became visible within her own eyes, she was now able to access
       computers within her own mind, being able to see web pages in
       her eyes. She was baffled for a few moments at the things she do
       in her own head, but Red’s voice speaking up got her attention.
       “This is yer Blink Module now, it’s actually pretty unique, it
       runs off of a void-light generator so it has a higher power
       output than the standard Arc-Light modules, nobody’s ever wanted
       this one before, but I’ve tested it, it works well, and lets ya
       teleport short distances, also lets ya go light speed for a
       little bit. Comes with a 3D Printer and a Net Ready personal
       computer, saw your equipment over there while you were out,
       programmed throwing knives into the printer, but it already
       comes with grappling hooks and you can add stuff to it later.
       Two Days of learning a couple moves and you’ll be a Hunter. Set
       ya up with a place on the ground floor, 3rd District C-Block
       Pods, 23rd floor. Come with me to the Sparring Room I’ll show ya
       some moves.” She said motioning Renna to follow her into a room
       with pads on the floor, closing the door behind Renna as slipped
       through the frame.
       Renna had spent the last two days sparring with Red-445, and was
       now leaving her new apartment as registered Hunter who’d already
       collected on 3 contracts right out of the door. She took the
       grav lift to the Second Level, making her way to the Bounty
       Board to look for work. She ripped a brand new page off and
       stared at it, big bounty for a killer who’s left a pretty
       gruesome trail of women behind them. Only lead was an alias, the
       Cleaver, the bounty was 600,000 Wuyaks, and Renna put her tag in
       the board, claiming the bounty as her task.
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