Black Decay 「ブラック崩壊」R18+

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Apocalyptic :: Action :: Yaoi :: Comedy? Angst? Drama?

 

[::Warning::]

Will contain extreme violence :: R18+ Yaoi scenes

 

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Tap. Tap. Tap.

 

Calm, measured, sure and composed. Such was the sound of his footsteps as it echoed through the darkened hallway, diamond pale eyes glinting brightly.

 

Tap. Tap. Tap.

 

A pause. Pale luminescent eyes rolling down to stare at a small surveillance drone.

 

"S." The small machine stated, voice pure and melodious. "How was your sleep?"

 

"Unsatisfactory." Was the clipped reply.

 

Tap. Tap. Tap.

 

"The other five are already awake." A pregnant pause as the drone kept pace with the male. It never understood how he could walk so fast like he was running. "Shall I summon them to be briefed?"

 

Tap. ... Tap. Tap. Tap.

 

"No." Was the slow reply, tenor voice soft against the metallic walls of the hallway. "Give them a tour of the facility, especially the hangar. Show them the briefing room for last. I'll be there."

 

Tap.

 

"And Genesis?" A hint of warning blended with danger. "Don't show them that part of the facility just yet."

 

"Will do, Commander." The bot thought that if it would have been human, it probably would have been shaking with fear right at that moment.

[Sosuke0549]

Just minutes ago Toma had awoken from his slumber. Steping out of his capable rather dazed and yawning. He for once In his life listened.

"I am GENESIS, an intelligence created from the combined knowledge of Doctor Jane Nao and Professor Hashin Jao.[/Quote]

He had no clue who that was...or maybe he did and forgot...or just didn't care...

After the speech was over by "GENESIS" He looked around and noticed that others were out of there capsules. For two thousand years he hadn't talked. For tow thousand years he hadn't seen another human being. Oh God what should he say? I mean he was meeting these people for the first time and..who ever S was.

He should just introduced himself...I mean that's how you make friends to begin with right? And these would be his comrades so best to start off on the right foot.

Toma looked at the boy next to him. Who just happened to be Maximillian. And WHOA! This guy must of been 6'8 ...and what the hell! Was he working out in his sleep?! And He looked like a damn nerd.

But I mean...it all honesty Toma tried not to judge people so quickly. Maybe the guy was a total sweet heart who believed in unicorns and had rainbow tattoos. And he just looked like A huge ass kicking murder on steroids . I mean you never know.

Toma bit his lip and forced a friendly smile.

"Hi..I'm Toma. Now that were no long human popsicles. I feel like this is a good time to brake the ice"

He smirked at his own witty comment. This can't be so bad right? And he was a people person. And the guy looked like he could bench press a God forsaken mountain, so if gave off a good impression maybe the guy wouldn't want to brake his face in for whatever reason.

He knew one thing tho...this guy was clearly a Vanguard. And he was defiantly paring up with this guy for missions.

[CutiePie]

CRAIN awakened from his slumber, yawned and rubbing his eyes. CRAIN was trying to guess where he is and how many years he was sleeping, probably one or two, he sighed.

CRAIN stands up from the pod and suddenly he got a feet-cramp, maybe it's from his tiredness..but why is it his feet? he doesn't walking for a years..weird....CRAIN was looking around.

 

'maybe this is the future?' CRAIN talked on his mind. oh, CRAIN.. how many minutes you take for guessing is this the future or not? 'i need to go out but my feet hurts..' CRAIN sighed. CRAIN looking at the door, his eyes was very red. untill...his feet was free from the feet-cramp. 'finally' he trying to opened the door but he can't. 'shit.' CRAIN sighed.suddenly, a bot camed which makes CRAIN shocked.

 

"I am GENESIS, an intelligence created from the combined knowledge of Doctor Jane Nao and Professor Hashin Jao." 'ack! dont shock me!' CRAIN was aroused. 'but if you greet me nicely...i forgive you...but only this once..' CRAIN sighed. "yeah, what do you want?" CRAIN smiled forcely. "also, where am i?" CRAIN waiting for the response..

[InkompleteWish]

Soft voices, the beeping of machines and his own heartbeat woke Motoshi up. His eyelids felt heave, like the rest of his body. The capsule he was in began to open and released steam. It had been a long sleep, if his memories served him right the professors said that he needed to sleep until the new missions required them to wake up. The drone that greeted and woke them said something about 2000 Years. Meaning the bombing must have been unsuccessful and there are still undead walking around the earth. The young lad stepped out of his Cryongenic Statis Pod and streched. His joints cracked and he heaved a large sigh. Motoshi wasn't a morning person and having slept so long didn't do any good. He didn't feel like talking or moving much so he only listened to the drone telling about their current mission. Humanity had been so advanced but that they would die through the undead, he would have never thought. Well, this mission was really important for all humanity and Motoshi had been chosen to execute the plan. He was more than willing to fufill his role.

 

The boy decided to stand a bit offside of the others and he glanced at the other guys. Thery were 5 in total. Some where still tired and weren't as active probably. But what did he know, he was never a guy that understood other people. He just wanted annoying people to stay away and all was good. He continued listening after inspecting the others. Project S.....it didn't ring a bell. Motoshi had been at least 5 years living at the lab and he didn't hear of the other. That kinda sparked his interest. Though he wondered if S was someone important, after all, the other seemed to be also part of the mission REBIRTH. He seemed to have at least a bit of authority if the bot talked about him like that. It seemed though, that meeting the other would still take a while so Motoshi relaxed again and awaited for further orders.

[SqueezeBabe]

He felt heavy. Heavy and cold. He frowned, his eyes still closed against the light which felt harsh and obtrusive. He could hear the sounds of movement, the hiss and pop of compression seals being broken, a louder hiss and pop as the cryogenic pod he was in opened up, a stream of warm air washed over his body. He opened his eyes slowly, blinking a few times as he took in his surroundings. The others were climbing out of their pods, making small talk and asking questions. He turned slowly, the man next to him was talking, attempting humour. His face impassive, "So noisy" he whispered.

 

He sat up, unfolding his considerable bulk as it were, each motion slow and calculated, as if he was afraid of breaking something. He managed to disengage himself from the pod without mishap, standing and stretching, feeling his muscles pop and creak as they loosened. His body felt different from before, he was no stranger to invasive experiments, but this felt more... subtle. He listened to the sterile voice of the machine and blinked a few times as he digested the message; He had been created to do exactly that, so it was no suprise that he was now awake. He frowned again as a gurgle rumbled through the relative silence of the room. He looked down at his stomach and gave it a rub. "It appears that I am hungry..." his voice cracked slightly from disuse, the timbre changing to something deep and velvety as vocal chords warmed up. As he rubbed his stomach absentmindedly, another thought registered; he was naked.

 

He moved towards the door with long but careful strides, still getting used to moving his body. He noticed that he towered over everyone around him, both in height and build. His mind was still foggy, and he was grateful for the mechanical instructions. He paused, perhaps he should wait for the others... he was unused to working in a team, and it seemed that the noisy, jovial one of the group had latched onto him... He hoped that wherever they were going, there would be clothes involved.

[b.lueeyes]

Light was something that came to be very slowly. It took him minutes to register the fact that he was seeing, for his mind to reanimate itself. Light was the first thing he registered, however, and after that everything seemed to come back rather quickly. Hearing (the whir of machines, the sound of de-pressurising cells, the hiss of cable tuning), smell (cryogenic fluid, metal and sanitation) and touch (cold, numbness mostly) were all strange things to feel, but they were not unwelcome. As he blinked cobalt eyes, the cryogenic chamber opened, and he scrambled pale hands to either side of the chamber, the first breath of fresh, unobstructed air like ambrosia.

 

Kyoshi Nao could hear the metallic, monotone voice speaking to him as he stepped out of his own chamber, his bare feet padding onto the ground without sound as he stretched his slender back, his spine stretching. GENESIS, yes...

 

"I am GENESIS, an intelligence created from the combined knowledge of Doctor Jane Nao and Prof-"

 

Jane. Nao. The name registered like a beacon and he looked up, eyes spinning around the room to the other companions, keeping silent as he listened absently to the voice of the AI. He was Kyoshi Nao, he was nineteen years old, an student at the University of Yale's School of Medicine. His mother was a reputed doctor of bio-engineering, his father was a stock broker. The world had practically ended. He had been taken to be placed in cryogenic status, until he would be awakened for-

 

"REBIRTH..." he murmured quietly, standing up to his full height, his shoulders cracking as he did so, the only sound he had made so far. Standing at 5"10', Kyoshi was by no means the shortest in the room, but then again, he wasn't the tallest. His nakedness was made apparent to him by the fact that...everyone else in the room was. Swallowing thickly, the medic took a deep breath and choose to stay closer to his Cryo-chamber.

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The chamber was brightly lit, all sides covered in white and light bouncing off every surface. Five cryogenic pods already opened, leftover freezing agent slowly crawling against the floor in a thick mist; soon to be forgotten. A black screen blinked in the middle, message already relayed, before dissolving out of existence. A hologram, it was.

 

A hiss before the wall beside the elevator opened, revealing five rubber tight clothing; each one differing in shape and size and each containing the names of the males in the room.

 

"Units." Stated a melodious voice, neither male nor female. "These suits will do for the timebeing. A proper set of clothes are already available for you to use in whichever living quarters you choose." A pause before another hiss and the elevator opened. "But I suggest you take a tour of the armory first. Any weapons you wish, take them there." A slight static before the flow of sound was once again clear. "Most of you are still not familiar with the nanobots implanted in your system and I recommend that you only try and test them in the Weaponry floor." Another static. "The living quarters and the hangar are the only floors that are still available at this moment, besides the other two that has been mentioned. As a change of plan, S will meet you in the hangar. You can get there through the armory; the only other door besides the elevator." A pause before the melodious voice stated again, "Make sure though that you have visited the living quarters before going to meet S."

 

Then everything was silent, not even a single ounce of static. Genesis speculated that these five would be surprised when they met S. Maybe.

[Sosuke0549]

Toma stood beside his cryogenic pod. It seemed the big tuff guy beside him didn't like him.

( Oh well)

He though. Maybe it was too soon to joke around after being asleep for two thousand years.

 

He smiled seeing the tight suits. They looked rather cool! And he was the first to eagerly grab his. It didn't bother him once that he was surround by naked men. He held the suit in his hands for a moment as if admiring it. Can you image how bad ass he'd look! As the strange voice went on talking he started to dress himself. His body cracked a few times as he bended over and outstretched his arms and legs. It was a perfect fit. Not to mention it showed off ever fine detail of his tone body. He stared down at his dog tags that were still around his neck. Holding them in the Palm of his hand. A small warm smile creeped on his lips as he tucked them into the suit. They were extremely precious to him.

 

As the strange voice finished Toma was quick to step in the elevator first as he leaned on the mental walls. He crossed His arms waiting for the others. I mean sure he wanted to go down first but he figured he should wait for his teammates. He had plenty of time to get to know them. Plently of time to make friends...

[CutiePie]

CRAIN looked at GENESIS before he looked at the suit. he still guessing how many years it's been..maybe more than 1000 years? but why did CRAIN looked young? he ask to himself. CRAIN sighed and picked the suit, his face was no reaction like the others, CRAIN face was a really boring reaction.

 

CRAIN put on the suit. the feeling of suit was not CRAIN suggestions. he though that it will be rather 'hot' or 'warm' . it was a bit cold. maybe because CRAIN have been naked for many years? he goes to the elevator..and wondering around in the elevator.

[InkompleteWish]

Motoshi sighed, he had woken up only minutes ago and his muscles were still sore from sleeping so long. It would be nice to actually put up his training again. But before he could train or the start of the mission arrived, a lot of explaning and strategising was bound to come. So for their first step after they got unfreezed was to get some weapons, go to the sleeping quarters and then meet up with that S guy. The hologramm said something about suits and Motoshi turned around to see those sleek but probably rather tight suits. It was not that he particulary liked a sort of clothes but he kinda felt restricted with to tight or to lax clothing. But it would have to do for now. Though Motoshi wasn't ashamed to show his naked self, he surely felt more comfortable with clothes on. While turning his amulet around in his right hand, he made his way towards the offered suits.

 

After clothing himself and checking that everything fitted like it should, he also made his way into the elevator, he was the third to do so. Now they only waited for the others. Though the young man was pretty good as a solo, he also accepted teams if they required the needed professionality. So he was a bit sceptic at first but only time would show their teamwork and their skills.

[SqueezeBabe]

He turned his head slowly at the hiss and whirr of mechanics operating. The wall panel was moving to reveal... well, he couldn't exactly call them clothes but they would serve the purpose of protecting him from the elements as it were. There was only one suit in the rack that would fit him. He smiled to himself, the corners of his mouth twitching slightly. To have suit in there that was obviously meant for him, meant that all this was planned, pre-meditated, that there was a purpose behind his awakening.. he liked the thought of that. It frustrated him when he had no purpose, no direction; he could lead if he had to, hazy memories indicated that he did once do such a thing, but he had the feeling that he worked best alone.

 

He carefully put on the suit, his movements becoming more fluid the more he used his body, he was still far from his usual "graceful" self. It seemed impossible to think that someone of his size would ever be able to move smoothly, but way he flexed his body within the suit seemed to indicate to him that he was not just a walking tank. Long flexible limbs and fingers, and rather prestigious muscle mass, well-defined; the rubber suit seemed to enhance the lines of his body. His ears perked up at the mention of Weaponry; there was an Armoury too, and a Hangar? His body seemed to tingle at the thought of having something familiar in his hands once more. Living quarters were a secondary thing, you only used them for sleep as far as he was concerned.

 

He stood in the doorway, contemplating his next action. Would he go to the Armoury first? Or would he take the elevator to where the Weaponry was located? He clenched a fist subconsciously, causing his muscles to flex and the rubber of his suit to creak. Another hazy memory floated just beyond his reach... His studied the elevator door for a moment; there didn't seem to be any buttons or panels that he could see straight away. Perhaps it would arrive when they were all assembled near it... He took a few steps to be closer to it, leaning his back against the wall, and folded his arms across his chest, a nonchalant pose while he waited.

[b.lueeyes]

The instructions were expected; precise and direct. Definitely AI, despite the inflection. Kyoshi stretched his neck, trying to rid his body of the lingering fuzziness and sleepiness from the cryo gases and freezing fluids. The others around him all seemed to be faring a little the same, lethargic but still with the energy of someone who had a fantastic nights sleep. Well, if you could call two thousand odd years a night's rest. The medical student took a deep breath and padded over to the suit with his name, his feet making no sound on the smooth, illuminated surface of the floor as he did so.

 

While he had never been one to stick out in a crowd, he wasn't easily noticed in a room anyway. Or, he hadn't been. Kyoshi had been tested over the years with the use of his nanobots, he understood the concepts and he understood what they could do, despite the fact that all knowledge (frustratingly) of their constructs and nature were kept from him by his mother. Every time he had tried to hack the system ('Nice try, kiddo, but not nice enough.') or that one time he tried to do a genetic-code analysis ('Kyoshi; stop it. You've got a Mol-Tech exam tomorrow, shouldn't you be studying?') or any time he tried to gather information, he was knocked back every time.

 

Yet, he knew how to handle the foreign entities in his body. The majority of their workings were automatic, after all. Or, at least the Assassin strains were.

 

Taking hold of the suit, he was surprised to feel how lightweight it was. Also, the composition of it...well, it wasn't something he would usually wear, let's just say that. Kyoshi was used to tailored clothing, but nothing like this. It seemed almost...a little dominatrix. Either way, the student slipped it on, the material moulding to the lean muscle of his body, stretching across his broad shoulders and accomodating his height easily. Definitely tailor made.

 

Kyoshi wondered about the rooms, but he knew that with regards to weaponary at least he knew what he could and couldn't use. He had been trained in the use of swords, particularly the Japanese arts, and he wasn't particularly one for guns, but he could use one. That wasn't...his style. It came with the genetics, he supposed. Stepping over to the elevator, Kyoshi glided into the eyesight of the others, seemingly having come out of nowhere, and caught the eye of the seemingly collosal being leaning against the wall.

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Black armor glinted in the sunlight, limbs moving in fluid movements as if they haven't been frozen just a few hours prior. A step then a twist, two movements were all it took to deliver a powerful punch that sent shivering flesh scattering away from undead limbs. Well.. maybe undead was not the most appropriate term for them to use on these monstrosities anymore.

 

Pale lips smirked at the thought. Who knew that things would have gone in such drastic proportions. But nevertheless, the creatures that the undead had become were just as simple to kill as their predecessors were. That notion momentarily paused his thoughts. Finding their weaknesses was an easy thing for him, but he did not know if it would be that case for the others. He shrugged, bringing his blade forward and striking down dozens in one swing, like a lawnmower passing through tall grass.

 

"You have an hour before you need to be back at the hangar." Genesis' melodious voice stated at the same time as a countdown timer appeared just at the top right of his visual plate.

 

He sighed, doubting that would be enough time for him to properly gather intelligence about these mutated creatures. Then again, he knew that there were still a lot of divisions that had happened due to forced genetic evolution through nuclear radiation. He gave a start as the squirming bodies in front of him parted and an eerily familiar specimen showed itself.

 

"So you're still alive." Were his all to silent words. His eyes narrowed.

 

"Indeed. And I see that you're still kicking as well." Came the raspy metallic voice.

 

Diamond pale narrowed even further, fist clenching against the handle of his blade. "So you managed to learn speech. Shame that it took you two-thousand years to do so."

 

S smirked as the creature attacked. Still as hotheaded as ever.

 

Then there was no time to think. Just moving.

[Sosuke0549]

The evaluator took everyone to the weapons room. Toma glanced at everyone that was around him. Letting out a small sigh.

Was the tension in the room just his imagination? The evaluator suddenly stopped, and slowly opened revealing a huge white room. Toma was the first to step out excited, a grin on his face as his feet touched the white floor, but the place was pretty much empty. It was completely white with six tables, each matching the room in color. And honestly he felt like he was trapped in a marshmallow. Each table had everyone's name and on each table, was a touch pad. Toma was the first to his table, naturally~.

 

He picked up his touch pad, it was already on, and he unlocked the screen.

"Cool..."

He whispered scrolling threw. There was a HUGE selection of weapons, Not only could they select the weapons they wanted , they could also decided on the designs of there armors and various upgrades. Toma's eyes fell onto his main weapon. A high tech laser sword that can cut threw even the strongest titanium steal. It can also revert into a master gun if need be. Light Wight and highly dangerous. It was slime and yellow and black.

 

 

 

He clicked on it, and suddenly the ceiling above his table opened up and the weapon He had chosen floated down. He stared at his weapon.. it was more cooler and amazing then he ever thought. He looked back to the touch pad and picked out more weapons.

Like grenades... that can wipe out an area the size of a football field leaving nothing behind but ash and dust. Also it would be great for destroying the remaining ARC bio-labs.

They we're black with glowing neon green gaps.

 

 

 

He also got Acid throwing stars. That would be great for opening metal doors with out drawing attention to himself. And it would also get rid of the undead by just melting them. If he wanted to active it- he'd would just press the a button In the center of the star. Giving him 5 seconds to throw it as it would blink green when it activates.

 

 

 

The last thing He got was his armor... The armor he decided on would protect him from exposures like, extreme cold/hot temperatures, and from toxic exposure. It could take a hit, and it was light weight so he'd be extremely agile in it. Which was very important. It was green and somewhat bulky.

 

 

The ceiling above floated down all the weapons and Amor he picked. To eager.. He started to put on his Amor which only took him a good three minutes, once on He put his helmet on and attached his side weapons to it, It picked up his main weapon and transferred it form it's sword position to its gun - pointing it at his new team mates. Randomly choosing, Nao Kyoshi to point it at.

"Ha! This things awesome. "

He slowly lowered his weapon gesturing to Nao, as he stepped over to the man's table.

"I'm Toma by the way Toma Aoyama. You got to admit I look bad ass in this Amor. But don't worry ...I won't hurt ya."

He teased, laughing as he out stretching his hand to the other.

"What's your name?"

 

Since he was done getting his things. Might as well try to meet at lest on of them before they meet this S guy. And this guy seemed easy to talk to, and was good looking just like all his other team mates.

[InkompleteWish]

Kira (last name btw) closed his eyes to relax while the elevator slowly got crowded. Everyone needed to fit in and it wasn't that big to begin with.....at least not for him. Yes, he accepted others but the long sleep in that tube and his own personality made things harder than they were. The young man didn't want to be around anyone at the moment actually but for the sake of the mission he decided to stay in the shadows at least. Motoshi loved silence at times and one of these moments where right now. Though he wasn't someone dwelling on the past and marched right into the future, he would love to have time to think and sort his thoughts. It's been over 2000 years after all, many things have changed that he needed to process. One of them being that there were only a few humans alive or should i rather say awake? Either way, the scientist back in his the time were constantly swarming around him and now they are all gone. He even had a few that he could call something like a family....

 

But time changed everything and Kira accepted that fact. So he decided to shove the 'i am thinking about the past' crap a bit further down his mind and stepped out of the elevator when it arrived. He wasn't the first one. A rather excited and bubbly guy stepped out before him, fascinated with the changes over the year and the high technology. Though he was interested too, Kira had a habit of letting everything flow to him itself. He only learns about the weapon when he fights with it, not because he heared and explanation of what it can do and what not. So he stride through the room towards the table labeled with his name. Before touching anything at all, he firstly stared at the touchpad. Truth be told, he was able to use high technic stuff but he actually didn't like it. They weren't as reliable as the old old things. A bit of water or something stomping on it and most is cracked beyond repair. At least over 2000 years ago it was like this. He did not know how far they made these things sturdier.

 

He touched the pad (ha ha that joke, so lame) and slid his finger over it. There were many weapons and armors to choose from but all in all to advanced and to bulky for him to carry. Kira stared at the screen and soon he was comming towards the end of the weapon list. There were some good old knuckle claws and a high tech crossbow (as far as he was concern) and he decided they would do. They didn't have all that useless junk stripped onto them and where real weapons to fight with. Besides, they would do their job in this mission. Motoshi was the scout so he didn't have to actually do a lot of damage in close range (or large depending on the situation). After picking his weaponary he touched the pad to look through the armor. Everything was bulky and probably not that fast like Kira wanted it to be. Yet again though, he found his perfect match at the bottom of the list. It was a type of armory used in acient times (it's been over 2000 years after all) and resembled something that figures of a game would wear. Yet, in the info stood that it was made of the same material as the bulkier suits, only a few layers thinner. The arms and any other open area of flesh will be covered with a invisible layer of these particles and defend it from the poison and malice outside. The mask that went with the outfit was directly attracted to the hood and would cover his whole face. It had breathing 'holes' that can swap the contaminated air with a fresh one. The mask would also close around his head and merge with the hood, so that no substance or air will make it's way past it.

 

He was pleased, to say the least. The armor and weapons fitted him, though probably not as cool as the other suits. They would be of good use and Kira would be able to run or jump around without any restrictions. Something that was absolutely needed, he wasn't physically strong actually, he depended more on swiftness and accuration so this suit would be the right one for him.

 

Motoshi was having a hard time finding the button that would give him his chosen items but after a good minute he found it and soon the hatch over his table opened, transporting his weapons and armor down and placing them safely on his table. Before actually wearing them Motoshi was looking at them from up close. They were just as described and because of this a small smile made it's way to his face. The young man started to dress up and fastened his weapons on his arms (the claws) and on his back (obviously his back). The claws retracted themselves so no one would be hurt outside the battle. Soon enough he was done and pulled his mask over his face. The machinery inside clicked into place and soon the mask fitted like it was a part of him. He flexed his arms and legs to test the flexibility of his armor. All in all, he was pretty happy.

[SqueezeBabe]

The weapons room seemed as sterile-looking as the rest of the facility; that of which he had seen anyway. He walked up to the bay that had his name flashing above it, his movements suerer now, he would be back to his lithe self in no time. He had vague recollections about armour that he used to have before he went into Cryo, would that armour still be there? No doubt that it would be vastly improved after all this time...

 

His long finger twitched over the screen, stopping at the armour in question and he let out a hiss of anticipation. It had improved, more than he'd thought possible, with this, he'd be an unstoppable force, there would be nothing that could possibly stand in his way... The Power Armour appeared in individual pieces, first the boots which he stepped into, fitting over his calves and over his knees, then the thigh guards which wrapped around his legs. When the two pieces came into contact, they seamlessly joined one another. Max remembered putting this armour on for the first time; it came in stages, fused together into one seamless piece and integrated with the nano technology within him.

 

He took his time putting on the rest of the pieces until all that was left was his helmet. With a final click the armour shimmered with energy and fused. It took the energy from his bodies movements; kinetic energy, and used it to amplify his strength beyond imagining, he now looked every inch a walking impenetrable tank. The downside is that his movements were slower, this was not made for stealth, he was made for battle! With this armour he didn't need to have quick reactions, the armour was nearly impenetrable, easily stopping bullets, knife strikes, it would take high class and calibre weapons to even scratch it. He'd be able to withstand many first strikes, his enemy would then be in range for him to strike...

 

his fingers danced over the screen again, stopping on the picture of two heavy war hammers. These used the same principle as his armour, they'd be nearly impossible to lift without the amplification the armour provided to his strength. They didn't require energy capsules; again, they converted the kinetic energy of his body into crackling electrical damage, if the blow didn't kill you, the resulting electric shock would. Max grinned, feeling truly alive for the first time since waking up.

 

He waited for the hammers to appear before picking them up, giving them an experimental swing, watching the energy crackle around them before walking over to where the others were waiting once more. His movements may have been slow and almost ponderous, but he was now officially a walking tank.

[b.lueeyes]

Kyoshi didn't bat an eyelid at the high-tech facilities, instead taking a look around with a cool eye and a clear indifference. He wasn't so much concerned at their facilities, which he knew were state of the art no matter if they were 2000 years ahead of the last time he had been conscious. Stepping out of the elevator, he glided silently towards his station, feeling an almost childlike glee rise in him at the prospect of choosing his weapons. Knowing what was suit him, he moved to pull up the menus, blocking out those behind him for a moment of pure curiosity.

 

Scanning through the lists, he moved to lean against the table, humming quietly at the wide array of combat equipment. He scanned the armour, fully intending to find something lightweight, built for camouflage and wind resistance. Something that wasn't going to be bulky; he couldn't afford any unnecessary bulk because he wasn't a weapons grade anyway... "Aha..." murmuring quietly under his breath, he breathed as he tapped the screens to take a closer look at the slim fitting armour, sleek helmet... Oh yes, this would do...

 

The holofield produced the slim, sleek armour with thicker side plates, completely body fitted with double plated metal. An almost intangible colour, a mix of dark blacks, kahkis and browns, as the hologram shone before him he saw it had no particular colour, reflecting surfaces somewhat with silvers; yet keeping the bled darkness. The helmet was a politely oval-like shape bent backwards, intent for full vision, and with the clean edges that met to the high, double plated collar, which was one of the few parts of the armour that stood more fortified areas of the suit, fixed with ribbing, he knew it would be a perfect fit. Sliding the armour to one side, knowing it was exactly what he wanted, Kyoshi went in searching of his weapon. The suit was fitted with two knife slots, so finding two black hilted combat knives was no problem, and probably needed.

 

Yet...he knew what kind of weapon he wanted, and when he flicked the page into the blade section, he saw his intended immediately. Long, at least a two-hand-long sword, long enough to strap across his back but short enough not to hit his knees. The hilt itself was high-tech, fitted with grip and a quick blade option at the base; his sword was double sided (Kyoshi almost felt something like glee rise in him at that prospect). He took a look at the specs, searching for one specific stat and when he gazed upon the single word, a small, almost indulgent smile spread across his face.

 

Martensite. Strongest weapons metal known to man, rare enough that it was only used in the finest of swords, and...it was implanted with silver. He took one finger and tapped the screen, and as the weapon was brought down from above by one of the plate armlets, he reached out and wrapped his fingers around the hilt, not taking it from the arm yet. He closed his eyes and breathed. Yes...this was it.

 

He confirmed both choices and in mere moments the screens disappeared, the armlets brought down his armour, and with deliberate movements, he dressed over his skin-tight suit, realising quickly that the armour was catered specifically to all of his measurements...

 

Leaving the helmet on the table for the moment, he wrapped his fingers around the base of the sword once more, and pulled it from the armlet with a simple flick of wrist, and gave it a few experimental swings, listening to the slight sing of the blade. Oh yes... licking his lips slowly, he slid it into the holster on his back, and moved to pick up his helmet, testing the weight. He moved to turn, taking a single step-

 

-only to find a gun pointed in his direction.

 

"Ha! This things awesome." One of the others said, and Kyoshi took in the other. Red hair, taller than him, piercings...and from that tone, he was pretty sure they weren't going to get along all that well. He could see; probably a scout...which meant there would be conflict. Kyoshi's cobalt eyes narrowed very lightly as he listened to the man. "I'm Toma by the way Toma Aoyama. You got to admit I look bad ass in this Amor. But don't worry ...I won't hurt ya."

 

Kyoshi resisted (barely) the urge to snort at the comment. Of course he wouldn't hurt him. Like he could. "What's your name?"

 

"Nao Kyoshi," he told him, turning fully towards him and leaning against his table, stretching out a hand to him because...his mother had always taught him politeness. He clasped the man's hand with armoured fingers, metal on metal as their hands met. "And if you're as cocky in combat as you are in conversation, then you might not make it through a week. At least...not without me."

[707]

Tap. Tap. Tap. Tap...

 

Metallic footsteps echoed through darkened hallways, accompanied by the sound of dripping liquid; heavy and loud against the blanket of shadows. A small falter interrupted every fourth step.

 

It seemed he underestimated how the Anomalies have evolved. A frown marred marble features, pale eyes narrowing dangerously as a long gash, extending from his left shoulder blade down to his right hip, slowly knitted together.

 

It wasn't that he had trouble fighting the creature. It was just that he wanted to bring it back alive as a specimen for them to analyze, so he ended up not fighting it seriously. It had been a mistake and the wound on his back was the price he paid for it, but then when he decided to give the Anomaly a serious go, it couldn't even fight back and it was already too late once the creature had been cut to pieces. Sometimes he cursed himself for barely having enough control when he gets serious.

 

"Tch." Was the only sound of displeasure he made as a door hissed open in front of him. It was labeled Communal Showers. His room had it's own shower, unlike the rest, but he did not want all the blood and gore matting his floor and although bots were assured to go and clean, he still preferred that his room be as private as it could be.

 

"You have returned fairly early, S." The melodious voice of Genesis stated just as he was peeling off his armor, pale skin and statuesque figure slowly being revealed. He remained silent, noticing that their armors needed composition upgrades since it seemed that Anomalies had claws as sharp as diamonds.

 

"The other four will be coming in this level shortly. Shall I tell them to do otherwise?" S sighed as the last of his armor piece was deposited in a drawer specifically created for armor cleaning.

 

"It's fine. Tell them to leave their armors in the armory since upgrades are necessary." A tentative step under the shower stall nearest the door and warm water automatically rained down on him. It was calming and he felt slowly being cleansed. Shampoo and soap were not needed since the water had chemicals that acted as such.

 

"They can bring their weapons though." He stated as an afterthought, turning around and coming face to face with his reflection in a wall-length mirror. He gave a curious tilt of his head, inspecting every inch of himself and noticing changes that some people would not often see if it were them.

 

It seemed that his muscles were more defined or maybe it was the droplets of water running against them that made them look so, his hair now almost white whereas before it was a light blond. His eyes suddenly darted down to the reflection of his fingernails; they were black. It was a curious sight and he wondered why they turned out like that. He doubted that it was because they're dead. His navel was still the same; small and a bit shadowed. Then his eyes went further down, following a blondish line of soft curly hair, starting just from the lowest arc of his navel to his groin. Compared to his skin, that was milky pale, his manhood was a bit tan in color. He had never really stared at it before, but now that he was, he couldn't stop himself from inspecting it. He wondered why it was darker than the rest of him. Then, feeling just a bit silly, he moved a hand and let his thumb and middle finger measure it's length, from base to tip.

 

"Hnn. Roughly six inches and about an inch thick." S murmured to himself, lips arching down at the edges. "Wonder how long and thick when it gets hard." Then thinking otherwise, he turned around and started to inspect the small cuts the Anomaly had given him.

[Sosuke0549]

Toma faintly smiles as the other gave him His name.

"Nao Kyoshi"[/Quote]

It had a nice ring to it. He enjoyed the sound of there metal hands coming together in a greeting hand shake, but he couldn't help but smirk at Kyoshi's comment.

"And if you're as cocky in combat as you are in conversation, then you might not make it through a week. At least...not without me."[/Quote]

"I don't know about that. And There's nothing wrong with being cocky if you know your the best. And Nao - I'm the best"

He winked at the guy,as if he was the big shot. Or maybe he was just teasing him...or perhaps flirting. You never new with him. As soon as he learned everyone's names he'd planned on giving everyone Nick names. He couldn't wait!

 

Suddenly- the room filled with GENESIS voice. Telling them to remove there armor and leave it behind as they moved to there next location. And they could bring there weapons. Toma wasn't surprised, he returned to his table removing his armor with ease. There armor's probably needed composition upgrades. Tho he was eager to try out his new weapons.

 

Toma Always enjoyed being the first for anything...usually. That dirty blond hair and strange green/goldish eyes made impressions. He was clearly a enthusiastic person and hyper , but that's probably because he was so excited to be moving and not stuck in a pod-frozen. Toma headed to the only door beside the elevator, finding a long flight of stairs- which would lead them to the recreation floor. Its was the only separate floor from the others that they could get through. He was already heading down them- telling the others that were mostly liking right behind them-

" Next Stop- sleeping quarters and living quarters.

He was quick on his feet and was running down the stairs almost tripping on a few occasions, and he was the first to pick his room-going into a random one.

"I get first dibs!"

He yelled- as if he was a collage student picking which bed was his.

[InkompleteWish]

The armour he had chosen was nothing like the others. Kiba was able to see the differences in their suits. The one closest to him, Maximilian (apparently he didn't have a surname)stood on his name plate, had an armour fitting of a tank. The large and probably heavy pices of armour fitted together but all in all it made him look like a real tank that has fun to just crush his enemies. Next to him stood a smaller and thinner person, the hyper guy that jet had to get the name of, who's armour was also a battle suit designed for close combat but a leaner Version of the tank. All in all, he was the only one that specifically went on long ranged attacks and stealth. Well, everyone has his strong points he guessed. And Motoshi was someone that attacked from the back and weaseled away if things got worse. The young male was anything from a scardy cat however, he just sticked to the thought that planning and tricking the enemy is better than to just head on into a brawl. If you need someone to lay a strategy down, than Motoshi would be more willing to help. Killing targets from a long range was easier than killing them head on after all. And if did have to get closer, than his agility will strike the enemy before he can even react. It's as easy as that but people often didn't see the need in archers or the like. They would be the one to be first killed normal anyway. But that is only because they are a danger and that with a good reason.

 

Enough thinking about war strategies and mechanics though. They were ordered to go to the living quarters so no time for sticking around her longer. The hyper guy already went ahead and rid himself of his suit and continued his way to the bedrooms. Motoshi was sure that he and that guy probably won't be the best friends. It was just in his nature to hate someone as hasty as that guy. Tolerate yes, but anything other than that? Probably not. But well, time will only tell and it's not like it couldn't happen. There were zombies walking around and he and the guys were frozen inside a pod. So yeah, everything is possible. Having pulled himself out of the suit, he was laying it carefully down on the table. It seemed like it needed an upgrade, for whatever reason.

 

He followed the other guy down the stairs, staring now and then behind him to see who he will be working with in the, probably, years to come. Their little group was full of individuals already, Kiba was able to see that already. And he was just one of them, no one special. He wondered if someone would die through this mission and who would do so first. He guessed it would be either him or someone with less armour. After all, they didn't have that much protection like the others so they would be much more vunerable. Depressing thoughts but one should always keep this in mind when on the battlefield. If you forget or do a wrong move it could well cost your life.

 

Without saying anything though, he walked towards the end of the stairs and looked around. It was a large corridor with bedrooms on either side of it. They were arranged and ended when a large door stood in the way. That was probably the door leading to the real living quarters with the lounge and a kitchen or two. His eyes followed the guy that went ahead, he was so excited to choose his own bedroom, though they were probably all the same. It wasn't of his concern however and he walked towards the end of the corridor and stoped at the end, looking at the right bedroom. Without waiting for anyone and totally ignoring the shouts of 'I get first dibs!' he made his way into the bedroom. It was not that small but neither to big. Enough for a room they will be only sleeping in. They was the bed, a cabinet a nightstand and a lamp on top of it as well as a workdesk. It was enough for Motoshi. Since they would be either outside fighting or hanging around in the lounge anyway. The only thing he didn't like was that he didn't have a bathroom. Motoshi liked soaking in a tub without a disturbance. Well, there goes one of his wishes.

[SqueezeBabe]

As the others quickly shucked their armour and made their way to where they would be sleeping and spending their off-duty waking hours, Max was frowning. The downside to his armour arrangements was the time it took to get it on and off. The initial equipping was what took the longest, the pieces having to fuse and meld together, but taking it off wasn't much quicker. There was a "safety" option; pressing the release would cause the armour to literally fall off in its original pieces. He'd have to go through the initial process once more the next time he put it on, but for now he was reasonably content to let the others go ahead and fight about the rooms amongst themselves. There would only be one bed big enough for him and that one would be his.

 

He lifted the arm plate to reveal a small console and tapped the disarmament sequence. The armour shimmered and began to move, the thighs and arms disappearing into the chest guard and the lower legs into the boots until he was left with three pieces: the boots, the chest guard and the helmet, which he took off individually and placed back onto the table. He stretched himself out, feeling on one hand liberated from the heavy pieces but naked and exposed without it.

 

He padded down the hallway in the direction the others went, musing about the room arrangements. All he wanted was the room furtherest from the bathroom and common area. The bathroom because the sounds of water, washing, and let's face it, "love", self inflicted or otherwise would filter through the walls and keep him awake... the same went for the common areas. He preferred the quiet, and being a light sleeper he needed it. He just hoped that the bed would be big enough, and either the shower tall enough or bath deep enough to accommodate his frame... or he'd be washing himself out of a bucket and sleeping on the floor.

[b.lueeyes]

Shaking his head at the energetic other, he rolled his eyes and turned back to his table at the words of Genesis, knowing that whatever he said it would not matter; Kyoshi didn't think they would be getting along very well for much longer, particularly because part of their roles was so similar. The scientist didn't quite like people who were that cocky... So, living space? That was going to be an interesting juxtaposition, considering the people who he now knew he was going to be around. He wasn't sure how that was going to turn out, but he was almost willing to bet that he would not get the room he wanted...

 

Stripping himself of his armour did not take long at all; his body however felt just a little bit lighter. While the weight of the armour itself was scarcely noticeable, above the skin-tight suit he felt almost bare. Kyoshi knew that from then on, that armour would be probably the most comfortable thing he wore, other than being completely bared. With a single click on the button below a wrist-guard, the armour folded through the arm guards, boots and helmet, which he slipped off. The comforting weight of the sword against his back did not go unnoticed, the imposing figure of it seemingly melding against the black of his suit.

 

Turning slowly, he stepped silently towards the elevators, his body moving in sleek, easy lines. "Move over," he murmured to one of them, the tallest as he moved to lean against one of the walls, crossing his arms over his chest in boredom. The ride was quick to the floor, probably due to either vertigo or the fact that it was most likely the highest grade of tech back in the day. The group of them in close quarters however, despite how large the elevator was anyway, made him just a little uneasy, the hair on the back of his neck standing on edge. This was unnerving...he didn't know what they were capable of yet; but that could be tested.

 

Kyoshi slipped out of the elevator near as soon as the door slid open, but either way, it did not matter; the prospect of him getting to a room was slim. While he was quick, there were people who were more determined to get a room. All he wanted was a room to himself. Within the confines of that room, as long as he had quiet, that was fine. If he could hear outside action, he could easily shut that out through meditation. Kyoshi was sure he would be doing a lot of that, just judging by the people here. "Idiots," he murmured quietly under his breath, running a hand through his hair as he glided across the room leisurely towards one of the doorways.

[707]

Astonishing. It was a very apt word that described what S was feeling although the only physical indication was the slight raising of his right eyebrow, barely noticeable but there nonetheless. As one of the military's top dogs, or so some people had called him, he had born witness to countless surprising events and phenomenons; a lab experiment gone awry, massacre of an entire nation, human genetics concerning mutations, and other top secret projects that was deep-fried in countless conspiracies and covers. But nothing surprised him more than the nanobots inside him.

 

He knew that they were the best batch that were made or will ever be created. He knew that compared to the other four, his nanobots were supreme in their own specifications. But he had not expected for them to go all the way into hyper cellular regeneration. It was true that a cell only had a limited number of times for it to multiply, but his nanobots constantly regenerates and rejuvenates the cells therefore bypassing cellular aging. He did not age anymore.

 

"Tch. How much of a lab rat I have become." S murmured softly to himself.

 

He was not invincible though and there were a lot of things that could kill him, but the creators made sure that he was hard to kill. And it seemed that they expected him to finish his mission no matter how long it took. Literally.

 

"There are a lot of creatures on the surface that could pose a serious threat even to me." His murmur continued, a droplet of warm water sliding down his lips. "I wonder if it is necessary to enhance the nanobots of the other four since the upgrades in the armors might not be sufficient." He shook his head. It wasn't the time to ponder that. He'll just observe what happens in their first mission.

 

Stepping back from the warm spray of the water, he gave a slow twist; muscles a vibrant display against his unmarred soaked skin. Then he noticed that there weren't any towels yet. He didn't mind though. His room was just across the hall.

 

Wet footsteps accompanied him as he languidly left the communal showers, the cool air along the hallway giving rise to goosebumps on his skin. He was still soaked, thick white hair plastered back each point dripping, water hugging and sliding at every contour of his six foot, three inches tall figure. Then he gave a slow blink, noticing that the other four were right in front of him.

 

They were a rather unusual bunch, he thought snidely before giving a small shrug as he continued walking right towards them as if they didn't even exist. He walked straight, relaxed, not even a small waver as he passed them. Then the door to his quarters opened but before he entered, he tilted his head just the slightest bit to the side so that he saw them in his periphery, and gave the four a steady and silent look. For a few moments the only sound was the soft dripping of water from skin to floor. Then S blinked and took a step forward, the darkness of his room swallowing him whole and the audible click of a lock rang in the still hallway.

[Sosuke0549]

Toma actually liked his room. Tho it was typical and dull- he knew he could make this place his home. His hand creased the bed sheets a long moment. He couldn't remember a time where he slept in a bed by himself. He always had his little sister clinging to him. He wondered if he might have trouble sleeping but shook his head dismissing it. This wasn't the time to be depressed. He had a mission. He had new friends, a new adventure. He smiled faintly squeezing the two dog tags that hid underneath his tight fitted clothes.

"............"

 

He sighed as he popped his head out of his doorway. Smiling brightly at the others who were also in the hall way,

"I got my room- you girl scouts settled in?"

He joked, but he Quickly fell silent When a naked, wet man came strolling down the hall way. He acted like a model on the catwalk, like clothes were never invented! Which in all honesty.... was pretty bad ass. His eyes widened slightly and his jaw fell to the floor.

 

Was his eyes deceiving him! The guy was gorgeous! And even tho Toma tried not to look, and tried not to look so utterly dumbfounded. His eyes fell to the guys package down below- And a faint blush appeared on his face. Not to mention the silence in the hall way was so damn awkward! Toma' s eyes followed the stranger until he disappeared into a room.

 

After a moment- staring at the door. He turned his head, facing the guys.

"N-now I could be wrong here but...was it just me who saw a naked guy strut his way down the hall. Our did you guys see that too? "

He looked back at the stranger's door baffled. His messy blond hair hiding his shimmering green eyes. He really didn't have a problem with it but... not the best way to introduce yourself on your first day. Toma couldn't help but crack a joke now-

"How much you guys want to bet that before the world was in ruins the guy was a stripper"

He smirked chuckling, coming out of his room completely, He sighed after his giggle fit was over, crossings his arms and leaning on the wall, His foot propped on it to help support him.

" I don't know about you guys but I'm looking forward to saving the rest of mankind- we're like the perfect dream team huh?"

He winked at everyone with that cocky grin he'd never- ever lose.

[InkompleteWish]

After inspecting the room for a bit longer than he had actually wanted, Kiba decided that it would be his. It was near the door, meaning an easier escape route though that left him with the problem that the wall wasn't thick enough to filter the noise from the living area. Meaning he would probably be hearing a lot from his teammates literally. But it wasn't as if the male couldn't live with that. Motoshi accepted the rowdiness he would be facing for the easier escape and access to the other rooms. Besides, he was a rather heavy sleeper if he choose so. If it would get louder at one point, then he would just shut himself off fully. It was a habit he didn't lose during his years under the guidance of the scientists. Now that he thought about it, he never really slept fully. It was more a trance like state where he recharged his 'batteries' but being able to hear at least enough to know if it was danger or not. He could turn this 'gift' on or off, depending on the situation. Yet it wasn't without problems. His body might be recharged but his brain isn't. It was usual for him to get headaches during the tests the scientist put him through and his skin was palish and he had sometimes bags under his eyes. All in all it was useful, but not really healthy. After the long sleep in the 'frozen pod' he was sure that he was able to get all that instant sleep he needed. //I should start to keep that to a minimum....// Kiba scolded inside his mind, it's not like he had anything to fear for an ambush in here......at least not now. He was fairly sure that this whole 'construction' was safe enough to sleep soundly, they survived for so long in that pod after all. So he made it his quest to start using that half-sleep less and less.

 

After deciding his mind the lean male made his way for the door to follow the next step of the instructions. They were ordered to meet that mystery person 'S' as Genesis called it, or him for that matter. Kiba wasn't really able to join the others though, since the door to the living area opened, revealing a tall, naked and dripping body. It took a moment for Motoshi to registered what happened or who that was. But it dawned on him that this was this so called 'S'. From the close view he had when S entered, the other was definitely male. Though Kiba's eyes were glued on him for a second to long, the others eyes never really looked at him. The other merely swept his eyes over them, probably accessing their appearence or something. After noticing that the other didn't want to look or talk to them for the moment anyway, Kiba averted his eyes and left through the same door the other arrived. S took a shower so there were probably shared showers deeper in, meaning his idea of a warm, quite bath in a bathtub wouldn't come true. But at least he was right concerning the living room. There was a large space, occupied with two couches and a few chairs here and there. There wasn't a TV or anything really (i just assume this) since nobody would be broadcasting shows in the calmity that happened anyway. No TV tower and people who manage it, meaning no TV shows to watch resulting in the TV to be useless. There were a few bookshelves with books though. Kiba could live with that. He would read a good book over any tv show. There was also a pretty large kitchen, not two like he thought there would be, it was enough to fit all of them if they wanted to cook seperatly. Everything was conected so there weren't doors. It was an open space and that actually fitted.

 

Though he wanted to know what would happen next, S would probably take a bit to join them since was still dripping wet from the shower. So Kiba didn't bother waiting for the others of his team and continued inside the living area, he wanted to explore a bit. It wouldn't be false to know the place where he will live from now on anyway.