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    102 KB Batou 08/17/09(Mon)20:47 No.5494576  
    It was the 25th.
    Roy woke up slowly. Activating one system at a time, he watched the failchecks run in his mind,
    green text on black behind his eyes. As he slowly activated the rest of his body, his
    brain finally began to shake the half drunken stupor that was the result of more than 12 hours of sleep.
    A small, almoust inaudible sound of an electrical device being turned on signaled that his
    body was in working order, and now fully activated, and then everything was silent
    and black again.

    He opened his eyes. The room was bathing in cold, artificial light, highlighting
    the featureless dorm. An empty closet was the sole decoration of the eastern wall. The 'bed' (calling it
    a bed was in reality an overstatement, as it was merely a metal frame with a blanket threwn over it)
    was stacked to the north, and the door to the rest of the facility occupied the wall to the west.
    The clock on the metal table in the corner informed him that the time was 7:30.
    He rose from the bed, and moaned at the sudden stress on his spine.
    One day he would have to get someone down in D section to look at it. While he appriciated the complete
    and utter body control he enjoyed, the pain receptors activated at the oddest of times. Like now.

    He stretched, and rubbed his back slowly untill the pain subsided. He didn't bother to switch the lights
    again as he stood up and headed for the door. Being a next generation full body prosthetic cyborg had it's benifits.
    Never sweating, generating almost no odour and never shedding skin, having to change clothing or wash was never
    really neccesity (unless you bathed in dirt).
    >> Batou 08/17/09(Mon)20:49 No.5494586
    He exited his room, and was immediately greeted by the usual hearty 'good morning, smugface' by his colleagues, as he entered
    the test chamber/office cafeteria. Being the sole cyborg in a research facility dedicated towards something so wasteful such as dimensional gateways
    somehow earned him the ire of his co-workers. He could never really figure out why though. Sure, he had paid a shitload
    for his body, but then again he was single, had no family and literally lived at his work. What was he supposed to do with
    his outlandishly large paycheck?

    Large spotlights in the celling pointed towards the big, black sphere in the middle of the circular
    room. Roy made a passing comment about the man's mother, and proceeded to pour himself a cup of choffe (Coffe with added hoff. Cyborgs only).
    He had no real needs for the extra nanites, he produced more than enough by himself, but somewhere along the road he had begun to appreciate the taste
    of the horrid, brown, slow moving goo.

    "Any change during the night?" He asked no one in particular. "Nah, nothing. It just sits there. No response from the probes,
    no communication, no nothing" answered the man tending to one of the consoles aligned with the sphere.

    Roy sighed and swallowed some of the brackish liquid in his cup, savouring the tender sensation of having his throat being
    ripped apart from the inside. They had gone through with the final phase of a rather drawn out testing procedure a month
    ago when one of the 'Dimensional aligners', big expensive pieces of machinery that no one really knew what they did,
    suddenly coughed up a spark and exploded, leaving
    behind a pile of smoking rubble and a big, black howering sphere. When they examined the sphere, they found that they could
    throw objects into it, but they had no idea where they went or why.
    >> Batou 08/17/09(Mon)20:50 No.5494593
    The initial feeling of great discovery cooled down as the bureau of internal investigations of Japan put out a general isolation order on the building,
    effectively quarantining it and the research team within.
    Now, with no one giving them the go to proceed with further experiments while neither giving them
    the thumbs up for putting the project on ice, they just kind of hung around all day, observing it.

    "Eh, bloody hell" he said and took another sip from the cup as he proceeded down to his chair. Being designated lead scientist,
    everyone was supposed to look to Roy for guidance. But somewhere down the line the pecking order had changed, so no one never really
    gave anything he said a damn in the end.
    "What's the matter Roy?" One of the aides said, a smirk on his lips. "Not getting enough sleep for your brain to work? Maybe you need some lubricant
    in your ears, I've heard that it helps with metalheads like you". The joke was bad, and poorly presented at best, but the rest of the team
    laughed anyhow, having nothing better to do. Roy rolled his eyes as he put on his white laboratory coat. "Shut up, you. As soon as this isolation
    order is lifted I'm filing a report on all of you" He said in a low tone. He meant it to be a threat, but once more no one took him seriously
    as his comment only seemed to underline the previous joke.

    "As if you would, deadbolt" one of them said and threw a crumbled up piece of paper at him. He didn't move an inch as the paper bounced of his head.
    He slowly swirled around on his chair, and faced the man. 'Enough is enough' he thought. 'Time to show them who the boss is here'.
    "You will pick up that piece of paper, and you will put it in the trash can over there" He said, calmly.
    "AS IF I would do that. You do it, you don't get tired, eh?"
    "You will pick up that paper" His tone had darkened, and he started to rise.
    >> Batou 08/17/09(Mon)20:51 No.5494598
    The man laughed, and the others with him but to Roy his eyes showed uncertainty. 'In the end, they all know what I can do' he thought and smiled inwardly.
    Being the cyborg he was, Roy weighed just short of 115 kgs, and stood 1.76 meters tall. His frame was outwardly slight, and a bit toned.
    "I'm only going to ask once more. I've just disabled the security cameras in this room. Pick up that paper"
    The aide didn't laugh this time. He looked offended, and just maybe a bit scared. Another man, a senior scientist, stepped up to Roy.
    He was obviously going to protect the paper thrower. "Hey now Roy, you know that's against regulations. You turn those cameras back on now,
    or we might just have some trouble here".

    Roy just smiled. "You can't tell me what to do. I've let you play with me. It's okay, you're just humans after all. I know I'm your superior, not
    only in rank but as a living creature overall. It's okay to be afraid and loath things that are better than you, that's just human nature. But
    I feel that things have gone far enough. I want you all to return to doing something useful. That's a direct order from your chief"
    "You're just a machine! You can't tell us what to do!" someone shouted, and suddenly a wrench came flying towards him.
    He felt his senses sharpen and his body tense as his brain registered the threat, and he ducked to the right. The wrench bounced against a
    terminal, and hit a couple of buttons on one of the remaining Dimensional aligners. It started to swing, unsteadily, and then suddenly
    fell over with a huge crash, sending various research materials flying. The team of aides and researchers scattered wildly, fleeing into the stark
    corridors, leaving Roy standing, looking doubtfully at the mess around him.
    >> Batou 08/17/09(Mon)20:52 No.5494605
    "They can't seriously expect me to clean this up" he said out loud. He had just enough time to turn around as a large, looming figure emerged from the
    black sphere. "What the hell" He mumbled as the figure raised a large, gauntlet clad hand to it's helmet and spoke. "Contact, appears human. Roger that"
    The thing was huge. Dressed in something that vaguely resembled the armour of an medieval knight, the being stood at least 3 meters tall.
    It turned it's attention back to Roy. "You will lay down and surrender yourself to the imperium, heretic!" the thing said, and advanced inhumanly
    fast at Roy, who was to dumbstruck to do or say anything as the thing brought the butt of what seemed to be an oversized submachinegun to his face.
    >> Batou 08/17/09(Mon)20:53 No.5494619
    The blow scrambled his internal balance, and his cyberbrain reeled from the blow. He could only observe as the gigantic thing took him by his coat, and hefted
    him into the black sphere. He emerged into what seemed to be a gigantic launch bay. All around him there where more of the thing that had knocked
    him down. He turned his head and noticed that the sphere, from this side, was see-through. As he watched, the sphere seemed to collapse into itself, and dissipate.
    "Well, that's disappointing" a mechanical voice buzzed from somewhere behind him. He turned around again to see a thing dressed in flowing red robes.
    It vaguely resembled a human being, but where the face should have been there where only a large green lens, and a respirator. The rest of the body was hidden
    by the robe, but the various chirping and whirring's told what was underneath.
    "I don't think I can get whatever that was to open again" The voice continued on. "But all the same, Captain Siegred can take care of himself. And he had fulfilled
    his mission as guinea pig. Now I want to concentrate on you, my friend. My sensors tell me that you are mechanical, but how? You look so, fleshy.
    Oh, don't say anything, I don't want to spoil it. We'll find out soon enough" The thing turned around, and walked away. The remaining hulking creatures started to move in on Roy.
    >> Batou 08/17/09(Mon)20:53 No.5494622
    aaand that's just about how much I've been able to arse myself to write right now. Tired as fuck. Continue or is this shit?
    >> Anonymous 08/17/09(Mon)20:58 No.5494666
    DO EET
    >> Gnollbard !aDIap4MeRg 08/17/09(Mon)21:00 No.5494679
    Please do continue. High-quality writefaggotry is -so- hard to come by.

    Curious, is this set in a sort-of pre-GITS world?
    >> Anonymous 08/17/09(Mon)21:01 No.5494694
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    >> Batou 08/17/09(Mon)21:07 No.5494746
    rightoo then.
    Yeah. It was. Then Roy got hauled into the sphere of plot device (+3).
    >> Gnollbard !aDIap4MeRg 08/17/09(Mon)21:10 No.5494779
    Fuck yeah Plot ho---- DEVICES.
    >> Batou 08/17/09(Mon)21:52 No.5495115
    One of them raised a gigantig fist, and Roy recoiled. "Hey, hey hey! You don't need to beat the crap out of me everytime you want me to
    go somewhere, just tell me where to go!" He exclaimed, heaving up his arms to protect his face. The thing stopped his punch mid-air, turned it's helmet
    towards one of it's fellow's who nodded, and transformed the movement into a swing and grabbed his coat. "On your feet, scum!" It told him with a voice garbled by whatever it was in it's helmet
    as it lifted him up.

    "Alright, geeze" Roy said and tried to take in his surroundings. The area he stood in was large. Gigantic. Like a flight hanger, only twenty times the size. It was entirely made out of
    some kind of metal alloy, which seemed to be permanently stained with rust. Large moving arms portruded from the walls, and big stacks of boxes littered everywhere.
    Over in the distance, he could see some kind of ships, although he couldn't for the life of him recognise the type. They where large and clumsy, and couldn't possibly be air worthy.
    "Move" one of the hulks behind him ordered harshly, and pushed him fowards. Roy obeyed, his cyberbrain racing. 'Oh holy crap. Where the hell am I?!' He thought to himself as they walked
    along, passing large gangs of humans who where pulling chains attached to big boxes, sweating and heaving. 'What the hell is going on here?! Is this some kind of slave camp?'
    >> Batou 08/17/09(Mon)21:55 No.5495132
    They reached a doorway, and one of the brutes walked up to the door and began typing something into the panel next to it. A big red light lit up, and a sharp *BEEEEEP* sounded as the
    thing cursed. He tried again, and failing once more banged his fist against it. A green light shone and the door hissed open. They proceeded to lead Roy down endless corridors,
    everyone of them the same as the last. After what seemed as an eternity (but what was in reality a mere ten minutes according to his interface), Roy was eventually led into a
    very bare room. He Realised that it was a cell the moment the thing behind him pushed him through the doorway with enough force to send him flying into the opposite wall.
    "No sense in being careful with it" The thing said. "It's made out of heretical tech". "I hear you brother" another one of them said. "If it had been up to me we would have shot that
    laboratory to pieces when it first appeared. Who knows what manner of chaos induced heresy where going on in there?". "Aye" said the first one. "We're going to have to go through the rite
    of cleansing at least six times after this".
    The door closed with a clang and the hulks walked away with the heavy clang of ceramic against steel.
    Roy waited until the last noise died down, and slowly picked himself up from the floor.
    Looking around, he noticed that the room contained some kind of dirty facet, a panel next to the door, and a bed (which, curiously enough, looked alot more comfortable than his own had been).
    "What the HELL is going on here?!" He said to himself. "Heretic? Imperium?! What is this, some bad sci-fi show?"
    >> Batou 08/17/09(Mon)21:55 No.5495139
    He sat down on the bed with a heavy sigh, and absentmindedly revelled in the sensation of sinking down into the mattress.
    "From one bad situation to the next. Story of my life" he muttered as he ran a diagnostic check on himself. Everything checked out okay. He knew that he hadn't
    suffered any real damage, but he wanted to make sure that he weren't being hacked. That this wasn't some cruel joke being played on him by the other researchers.

    Satisfied with his findings, he cautiously checked his receiver unit, and was surprised about the amount of unencrypted signals being sent around in the air around him.
    He tried listening in to them, but that only resulted in more confusion. There was an ungodly amount of chatter on the lines, peoples discussing something called geller fields,
    shields, engines and making status reports. He gathered that he was on some kind of transport or ship, but he couldn't really tell for sure. The whole situation was strange.
    Another thing that annoyed him was the terminology used by these peoples. It felt as if someone had dropped a big book of random latin words and phrases on a schoolclass of children learning english.
    >> Batou 08/17/09(Mon)21:56 No.5495145
    He switched off his receiver unit in disgust. 'Okay' he thought to himself. 'What do I know? I'm trapped by some kind of neo-futuristic warrior caste on a ship of some kind. I can't connect
    to the 'net. There's alot of strange words being thrown about that I don't know about'.
    'What can I do about it?'. He looked around again, and noticed the panel next to the door. 'Worth a try' he thought as he rose, and walked over to the door.
    Peeping out through the barred window, he made sure that there weren't anyone in the imminent vicinity, and then tore away the protective layer of sheet metal covering the panel.
    Looking at the various blinking lights and connection points, he was astonished at what he saw. 'No way' he thought. 'It couldn't be that easy. This is just a bunch of general access
    nodes. Who in their right mind would put a single general access node on a door lock, let alone several?' He looked at the panel, and carefully grasped a point at his neck with his right hand.
    'Oh well, don't look a gift horse in the mouth' he though as he pulled out a length of cord from a hidden hatch in his neck, and unfolded a connector at the end of it.
    He checked the door once more, and then clicked in the connector to the panel. 'Here goes' he though, as the sudden sense of vertigo overtook him when he slung his conciousness into the
    >> Batou 08/17/09(Mon)22:02 No.5495204
    blargh! It's 4 am over here. I am running into some serious writers block. If someone archives this I'll continue tomorrow.
    >> Crabby 08/17/09(Mon)22:06 No.5495238
    Dear Batou,


    Your loving minion,
    >> Avi 08/17/09(Mon)22:10 No.5495272

    You on /tg/ is awesome.

    >> Anonymous 08/17/09(Mon)22:50 No.5495557

    Need more!!!!!!!!111one
    >> Anonymous 08/17/09(Mon)23:05 No.5495657
    This guy is gonna be meeting a Machine Spirit.

    Hopefully it should be pissed and all gung ho about serving the Machine God.
    >> Anonymous 08/17/09(Mon)23:16 No.5495741

    I hope he can hack the tech priest into thinking his tech is form a STC and joins the Adeptus Mechanicus

    Also: Do we go here: <link> http://suptg.thisisnotatrueending.com/archive/5494576/ </link> for more of this writefagery?

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