Futuristic Blood or Oil?

[Verrici]

*Background*

In the year 2070 a man created machines that imitated a mankind's looks, who would be put into war against Russia. Russia and the USA have been fighting for years due to how each other treated an old terrorist group called ISIS. Back in the days America would bomb every building that had in a way to shut them down but this would only anger the terrorist group, this also killed some inside Russian spies who almost found the leader of ISIS. Russia and the USA would never agree on subjects after this and would slowly declare war on each other.

When the machines were initiated Russia had to retaliate with nuclear war heads. America was not able to defend themselves due to the massive help Russia was able to receive with Japan and China. America would quickly fall to radiation and diseases. Everyone would play a blaming game them nuclear war heads would fly everywhere. Only the rich with bunkers or "preppers" who have been thinking something like this would happen for decades would survive. Millions upon million of people died. And this started the progression of the machines. They would not feel the full effects of radiation and would thrive in the non human environment. The machines would blossom and learn.

When mankind came out of their bunkers they were welcomed with open arms by the machines. But this would not last long. Like the old habits of mankind who needed to be in control they would be banished by the robots and make their own city out of the rumble from the "Iron Desert" which is what the machines called it. But this, this was once New York. Now nicknamed "Newer York" by the apocalyptic survivors they rebuilt their sanctuaries once more. Now living in somewhat peace the two sanctuaries now try to get along but no one is able to follow correct terms.​

 

[Verrici]

"Bella..." A small voice quickly got consumed by the ravaging desert. A sandstorm was a brew and got inside everything. Luckily the figure was able to have a semi destroyed cloak. The two silhouettes walked through the Iron Desert, a empty shell of a city. Sand reaching to incredible heights a city that once never sleeps is now under an eternal slumber from the sand man. The figures walked across the scenery not looking around, just straight forward.


Silence became a new normal in the Iron Desert. Carcasses of buildings would lay torn apart by the whipping sands and moan making a horrid noise a metal against metal. Lights would flash from abandoned casinos and businesses. " Yes Master?..." This voice sounded almost human, but.. it wasn't.


"Do you think my grandfather meant all of this?" The voice sounded empty, but still human.


" No sir. I believe he wanted to create... peace... Master? Are you okay? I have never seen this emotion of yours. And you are leaking." the voice seemed confused and worried.


The figure took of his hood to reveal a rather small looking book, surrounded in different types of metal and weapons. " No, its called a tear."


"Let me tend to your wound then." The other figure slowly light up through it's cloak. This one was a female though, but. Not human.


The boy stopped, looking at the scenery. "Its not a wound..."


"I apologize master. You know what I am programmed to do." The voice responded looking down.

 

[yistae]

Through the sand storm across the desert, a small black dot raced across the horizon towards Iron Desert's broken skeletons of a city. As it got closer, the sand thinned out in the air just a little and made the dot more visable. Not a dot, but actually a black motorcycle and a rider wearing a grey jacket. The rider wasn't wearing a helmet and the sandy wind pulled at his hair as he raced along, not slowing even as the giant steel structures surrounded him.


Weaving expertly around the ruble and city's remains, he slowed down, hopping off the bike when he pulled up next to the corpse of a skyscraper. As soon as his boots hit the ground, a pair of large cyborgs came out of the shadows. One went imedeatly to the bike and started pushing it into a hiding place, the other turned and headed back into the building. Without exchanging words, the much smaller human followed after him, backpack in hand.


The inside of the building had been converted into a colony of sorts, cyborgs scattered about in varying degrees of man-and-machine and all watching the human boy as he passed. The pair came to a room and the cyborg stepped aside, allowing the human to enter. He did quickly, and had to cover a wince. A young cyborg sat on a table, mostly a girl with half her body machine. Well, mostly half. Where her right arm was supposed to be was a mess of wires and circuits, the remainder of the arm on the table beside her. He smiled at her. "Hi. I'm Dominic," he said, his naturally red eyes showing nothing but kindness as he sat down on a stool and put his hair in a ponytail. Taking a tool lot out of his bag and setting it on his lap, he smiled up at the girl again. "But you can call me Doc if you want." The young cyborg smiled tentitvly back at Doc, and he turned to her arm, nimble fingers assessing the damage and -painfully slow- started fixing the girl.<p><a href="<fileStore.core_Attachment>/monthly_2014_10/image.jpg.69e30e562fd4493573275c41803c57b8.jpg" class="ipsAttachLink ipsAttachLink_image"><img data-fileid="32312" src="<fileStore.core_Attachment>/monthly_2014_10/image.jpg.69e30e562fd4493573275c41803c57b8.jpg" class="ipsImage ipsImage_thumbnailed" alt=""></a></p>

 

[GeneralZod]

KR15-T3, also known as Kristen, had been sitting in a chair under maintenance. Nothing had gone wrong, she was just in for a software update and several bugfixes. Though in order for the update to go through they had to access her CPU, which was inside her 'skull'. Reaching her CPU required to remove her exterior covering from the start of her hairline to the base of her neck. Several wires lead from her exposed CPU to a larger computer which held the required data. Despite being an android for her entire life Kristen always had a weird feeling during moments like this, as if it wasn't exactly normal. Something had been 'eating away' at her and despite constant searches, scans and modifications she had found nothing in her programming or files that could have been causing it aside from the emotional programming but it had been there from the beginning.


KR15 sat there for several more minutes before the update had finally finished. Upon finishing she had been forced to restart her systems, the whole restart had taken about two minutes her body going 'limp' before finally powering back up. Once she was fully up and running she had disconnected everything and replaced her hairline. Exiting the room KR15 had hooked fresh ammo for her arm cannon before exiting her 'home'. The desert was clear and there were luckily no sandstorms, sandstorms were capable of damaging her chassis due to it's unfinished nature. Though as of the current moment she was relieved there wasn't a sandstorm going on. KR15 knew that somewhere in the Iron desert was a shooting range she could use to test her arm cannon post-update.

 

[Yonsisac]

APAB the Lost Chinies Prototype battle Bot would be travercing the large desert,as his cape would go with the wind,as he would have a hood on made out of pices of cloth as he made it,as he walk with his blade on his side as the wind carring sand would be falling on him.As his Body was coverd in sand,as each steps he takes feels like hours of walking,as his Optics (Eyes) were being coverd bi sand and it hamperd his vision,as he would pass his hand along his Optics and remove the sand as he kept walking.


As he did under the scorching sun he would hear a a voice in his head "Systems Overheat Cooling Requierd"as he hears that he would keep walking seeming too ignore it,as in his vision there was a small bar like a HUD would look as the bar was red as his Body was Overheating and he could not stand too much heat as he would turn off too cool down if too hot.


As he would start too walk slower as he hears the voice "Cooling maulfunction,Core heat at 92%,Cooling overide enabled...*Boop*"as he hears that he would fall too his knees,as the knees on his spikes sinck deep in the sand as he would turn offline as hes Cooling system has Malfunction because of the heat and needed too coold down,as he would be on his knees off as his cape went with the wind as he laid on his knees cooling but the sun would make it hard too get cool too continue,as he was making his way towards The Destroyd City as he calld it.

 

[Raggamuffinz]

Reaper sighed, walking through the desolate Iron Desert. Multiple figures were spotted in the distance, but he could care less. Currently he was slowly chasing a human who had taken a shot at him, and had broken his gun in the process. The boring situation left Reaper irritated, so he quickly pulled out his weapon, Platinum.


Reaper lined up his weapon to the back of his target and released a shot. The Pulse round spiraled through the air and struck it's target before the sound of the shot echoed through the air. The man flew forward into the wreckage of an old machine, his body twisted in the most unreal way, his body jerked about as the sonic wave increased the damage, and as the pain hit him as he died. With satisfaction, Reaper approached the body, kicking it a few times. This was the only thing he did in his spare time, kill worthless bandit scum like this man, who had threatened a lost family.


The family were watching from a distance, already stunned a few minutes ago by Reaper's quick movements with his scythe, which he used to take down four of the five bandits in a few seconds. The only one to be approaching the machine would be the little girl of the two parents.


She ran up and hugged Reaper's left leg, who only looked down on the child. She smiled as she looked up and pulled something out of her pocket. A lollipop. Reaper reached down and took it, unwrapping it and shuffling it into his mouth. "Thank you for saving Daddy and Momma.", the girl said with a bow.


"No problem, any time...", Reaper muttered as he sucked on the candy. He was built human-like, having a sense of taste, freewill, and even emotion. If his face let him, he'd be smiling, but the aura of happiness was apparent in an invisible way, however strange it was. The situation looked funny too, as a menacing robot sucked on candy given to him by a little human girl.


"What's your name?"


"Reaper"


"Where are you from?"


"Japan."


"Cooooooooooool....."

 

[Verrici]

(( I apologize for any late posts as I am in a lot of rps!))

 

[yistae]

Doc sat in the shade of a building's remains, leaning against his bike and looking out across the desert. The sun beat down on the sand and made the air ripple near the ground, but he didn't pay any mind to that. The sandstorm had finally settled down, which he was thankful for. Otherwise his food would be ruined. Taking a bite of the small loaf of bread, Doc stared off into the desert while thinking. The cyborg girl had gotten her arm back together in working order, and he'd spent some time getting a virus out of one older cyborg's mainframe. Money basically had no value to him, so to show their appreciation the cyborgs had given him some food, water, and an empty notebook. He would've taken nothing from them if he could have, but sadly he wasn't part machine and needed food to survive.


A loud noise pulled him out of his thoughts, and Doc looked up just in time to see the corpse of a man crash into some old rubbish nearby. A robot came up and kicked the body a few times, and Doc had half a mind to shoot the machine before a little girl ran up, hugging the robot and giving him candy. This made Doc pause and take a second look at the corpse. It was dressed in all black clothes, and had several visible weapons. 'Too many for the average traveler,' he concluded, putting together that the man probably was a bandit. Key word there was.


When the girl and her family left Doc looked at the robot again, trying and failing to identify what model it was. Waiting a few more seconds to see if it would go away, Doc finally spoke up. "You're not gonna shoot me like that, are you? 'Cause it looks like it'd hurt," he commented, keeping his voice light and taking a drink from the water he had, but keeping one hand rested on his revolver at his hip. A bullet might not do that much damage, but Doc was good with machines, and only one well placed bullet was all he would need to shut most robots down for good.

 

[Raggamuffinz]

"You're confident, but you haven't seen any machine like me, have you? Would you know where to fire?", Reaper would question Doc, then stretching his arms. He looked over to the body, and then over to the little girl, who simply stood there with a gleaming smile. Reaper sighed, and looked over at the girl's parents, who were now walking over.


"Byyyyyyyeeeeee!", the girl would yell back as she and her parents walked off, after taking the bandit's supplies, of course. Reaper would wave towards them and looked back at Doc.


"I don't like pointless violence with those who don't deserve it, so, tell me your name.", Reaper would ask Doc, at the same time answering his question on where or not he would shoot him. Reaper would seem more human then machine, but he was still obviously machine by appearance, even if his hood rather hid it a little. His face seemed like a skull, and his glowing red eyes never disappeared in any form of blink, however he was seemingly tasting the lollipop. A similar person around the Iron Desert, according to rumor, was a famous bandit-hunter named Reaper, a fitting name. They say he just wandered, and the description of the believed to-be fake hunter fit the hooded machine almost perfectly.


The bandit he shot, the little girl who thanked him, and his appearance and weapons all lined up, if you thought about it.

 

[yistae]

Doc played around with what the machine had said, knowing it was true. And guessing from what it's weapon did the robot was more than likely to be some military project that had been freed or escaped. He took his hand off his gun and dragged himself to his feet, leaning against his bike. "Yeah, you're right. I probably wouldn't have shot you any way," he admitted, chuckling quietly to himself. Looking over the machine once more, Doc slowly put together the rumors he'd heard and what he'd just seen, his eyes brightening when the pieces finally clicked for him.


"No way," he mumbled to himself, then pushed off the bike and walked up closer to the robot, examining him. "You're the Reaper, right? The one that supposedly goes around taking out bandits? The name fits, I must say. With that weapon you have and the cloak and-" Taking a breath, he calmed himself down a little, stopping in front of Reaper and smiling, offering his hand to shake. "My name's Dominic, but most just call me Doc."





@Raggamuffinz

 

[GeneralZod]

KR15 had walked through the Iron desert quite a few times now in her search for a shooting range and regrettably she had grown tired of it and was now 'too lazy'. So in an effort to run a few tests KR15 had walked outside the limits of the Iron desert intending to aim at cacti to test her arm cannon post-update. One of the things the update had allowed her to do was fire faster with an even lower chance to jam. If her arm cannon ever jammed she was in trouble and had to go through extensive repairs. She climbed to the top of a mound scanning the area finding quite a few targets. She raised her right arm as sections pulled back, folded or relocated taking twenty two point three three seconds. She carefully aimed her arm cannon when something flashed across her HUD.


<Mechanical life form detected>


KR15 looked around the area taking only a few seconds to see what she had missed, it was indeed a mechanical life form. After she scanned it several results came up. Model was unknown, designation was unknown, temperature was incredibly high, it was armed and it could still function though it was hard to tell if it were online or if it had been through a forced shutdown. KR15 let her arm cannon transform back into an actual arm as she got closer to it. Her emotional programming kicked in as it set her current mood to concerned with a secondary emotion of curious. She spoke, her synthesized voice sounding quite crude and incomplete compared to other androids like herself. "Are you still functioning? It would appear that your coolant system has malfunctioned. I am unable to repair you but I could bring you into the Iron Desert for any necessary repairs."


@Yonsisac

 

[Yonsisac]

<....Ready.....Initializing....*Boop*..Erro Tempeture at 83%...Cooling requierd>as The voice inside APAB,s head his Optics Light up as they would start too ajust zoom in and out ajusting too the light and terrain,after some time he would hear a voice,as his reseptors would take somtime too proses but resiaves it.As he would be coverd in sand from top too bottom because of the wind.


As he would turn his head towards the figure as his HUD appears and would start too Analize and so on,as e would resiev loud and clear the voice of the figure,As he would place his hands on the ground and would start too push rasing himself,as he ould stand and the sand falls down off him and the wind takes it away.


as he would look at the Figure and would respond "Unidentified........*Boop*....affirmative still online Cooling Unit Offline....Iron Desert?.....No Information of that place....yes...yes would be glad for you too assist mi"He sais in a metalical/Robot like voice as his optices look at the Figure as he Lower his Hood too get a better look at his sorroundings and take a better look at the Figure.

 

[GeneralZod]

KR15 looked to the unit in front of her as she still required a designation. "My designation is KR15-T3, if you wish to be helped I am required to know your designation." Not waiting for a response she had began to head back closer to the Iron desert. "The Iron Desert is a settlement. There are various people that may assist you with repairs." KR15 searched through her memory and recordings to see if she had known and repair facilities but sadly she had never sustained any serious damage that required anything beyond minor adjustments, so finding a mechanic for this malfunctioning unit would be a bit more difficult than previously anticipated.


The unit itself was interesting to say the least, it was larger than nearly all humans, it wore a cloak and the entire design was a bit more bulky than most. If KR15 were to take an educated guess it had to be some sort of android built for war. KR15 herself was a different subject, the most she knew about her chassis' was what it was made of and that it is unfinished, her very limited memory only served her to be aware that her chassis had not been intended to be used at all aside from a 'first draft'. The missing knowledge was a bit unsettling but it did not cause any issue with her programming or functions, so she tended to just ignore it.

 

[Yonsisac]

APAB Followd as he would hear her ask for his designation,as he even was a Mysteri too himself,as he followd he would brows his Memory in serch for anything usefull,as the only thing he had was his Designation no less,as he dose have clues of what is he but he is not sure from were,as he would look at this Android as it was a Unknow Unit too him,as most of his Memory has Bin Wipe vlean with no trace of him.


As he would answer the Androids question "Product#...Unknown...Designation APAB Prototype...Decode..."All Porpus Assault Bot"..hope that is suficient Information...Data mostly was Wipe....But thanks for the assistens"he says as he kept following her as he would be looking around and see some City coming too view,so this was the Iron Desert

 

[yistae]

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