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“Just a few more inches…”
Troy grunted as his claws worked at the dirt in front of him. His planned routes of escape had already been cut off by the collapsing bunker complex. The original plan had been to shut down power to the facility, but something has caused a massive overload which led to the destruction of the facility. Once the others were safe, he was going to have to inquire further as to what went wrong.
A side effect of all the debris between him and the surface had been his inability to communicate with them. To get the rest of his plan in motion, he needed to get himself topside and in the clear.
Above him, he could hear the sound of distant explosion through the soil. Troy hadn’t counted on the battle beginning so soon; the original estimates had the bulk of the response team not arriving for another half hour. It was more likely, he presumed, that it was only one or two units sent in to do reconnaissance. There was still a chance for this wild plan to succeed. He only need to dig a little more to contact the subjects…
Juliet watched the indicator lights on her heads up display rapidly wink out, one by one. Each of those small beacons represented her squad members vital signs, and they were all dying or dead by the time she could react.
She slammed her fist against the console and turned her attention and oriented the vertibird towards the squad members last location. Her thermal sights picked up two signatures close to the location of the bodies of her comrades.
“See you in hell you damn freaks!” She flipped up a switch and painted the nearest target, then loosed a rocket straight at him…
Troy finally broke through the rough dirt and saw his own HUD come back online. Immediately, an alert flashed over his eyes and painted an incoming rocket streaking towards one of the subjects, Siegfried he recalled his name.
“No one else dies today..” Troy was already in armored form from moving through the facility. He leapt up from his fresh burrow and soared skyward with the assistance of some jump jets the Underground had provided. With his arm raised, his body curled up so that only the shield was exposed to the streaking missile.
With a thunderous roar, the rocket impacted the hardened surface. Flames washed harmlessly around the shield. However, the force was extremely potent and try was flung downwards, crashing into a nearby tree and putting a human sized dent into it.
Troy stood up from the impact and shook himself off. Tilting the shield over, he examined it closely and was relieved to see the impact only put a small crack along the center of the shield. The shield was quickly regenerating itself and would be up to full strength in a short while.
Knowing that there was no time to waste, Troy reached up and tapped on his forehead…
The practice of placing neural implants had only become common practice a few years ago. And while most of the poorer people couldn’t afford one just yet, a recent study found that over 80% of the people in the United Northern States had already received their implants. Installation was done by injecting specialized nanites into the base of the neck. These little constructors than formed together into a solid block that made up neural network that was for all intent and purposes, a small computer.
Modern life was now becoming just as interconnected to the implants, just as the advent of the Internet had made itself inescapable by the early 21st century. You need only think about a certain topic and the information would appear in front of your eyes. Want to know your location? The implant would access GPS satellites and show your location on a over-laid map. Feeling hungry for some pizza? All you had to do think on it and a browser pulled up in front of your face and sent your order in moments to your favorite pizza place over the world wide network. In thirty minutes or less, your order was ready at your door.
Like any computer though, and if you had the right codes, it was able to be hacked into. It wasn’t a simple process though as every neural implant was encrypted with 512-bit security that made it almost impossible to hack unless you have the codes to the individual unit. The underground had these codes for everyone of the subjects already available to them through moles inside Hyberdine. And Troy was now accessing those codes to send a digital message to all of those subjects that were in the area.
Appearing before each of the subjects, was a full scale image of Troy. From organizing movie nights for to subjects on level one, to smuggling down sweets and sim-discs to the level three subjects, this was a young man who had done everything in his power to make the lives of all the subjects a little easier. he was a man that all admired and looked up to. However, less than a year ago they were all told that he had died during an failed breakout.
“Brothers and Sisters,” he spoke with a commanding tone. “For too long, you been prisoners to the designs of GenCorp. I come with glad news, that this is the moment of your liberation! They told you I was dead, that I only thought of myself! I say to you, that this was not true, and I did not forget you! An organization, called The Underground, has helped me to come back to you and without their assistance I would not of been able to bring you this far.”
The image of Troy fluttered as he grasped his side and winced in pain, and could feel that one of his kidneys were punctured from being tossed like a rag doll. For anyone else, this would make the escape a harrowing experience. However, he could already feel his body working to repair the injury.
He did his best to hide the agony he felt, composing himself and standing straight once more. “I’m sending you coordinates to a pick up location, where The Underground is waiting to take you to freedom, and to start a new life.” In front of all the subjects, a small beacon glowed in the distance, showing each of them their path to freedom.
“If you don’t trust me, than you don’t have to follow me. I am not GenCorp and will not force you to come.” Another beacon appeared, this one much farther off and to the right. “Theres a large industrial park at this location, that connects to a sewer system that opens up to the rest of Bethesda. If you would prefer to strike out on your own, you can go here. It’s time for you to make your own choices.” With a deep sigh, the connection with the other subjects were cut off. Now, only the two beacons in the distance remained in front of their gaze.
Surveying the area around him, Troy noticed that there were three subjects around him; he recalled that their names were Kaiden, Siegfried, and Tony. And of course, there was still the vertibird that was hovering above them.
Springing into action, he looked over at Kaiden and motioned over to Tony. “Kaiden, if your coming with me, help Tony to the evac site.”
“And Siegfried, please make that aircraft go away…” Sliding a large tubular device off his shoulder, he flung it in the direction of Siegfried. It was a portable, heat seeking, anti-aircraft missile launcher. Troy had come prepared for this possibility.
“I’m going to make sure the others get out ok.” Troy then turned and started towards a pair just exiting the facility.
Juliet watched on her screen as the missile impacted 10 meters from its expected target. Waiting for the cloud of debris and heat to dissipate, she sat back and reached over to turn off the communicator to home base. With shock, the young pilot realized that no one had been killed by the missile. She tried to launch another missile but found the guidance system was locked up.
“Damn it, their trying to stop me…” Juliet furiously worked her fingers over her console to release the locks put onto her aircraft. All she could manage to unlock was her flight controls, and launch control for her last missile. Eyeballing the target, she released the last one down in the area of the group that had formed.
The missile missed, going wide right of the group. It impacted at the base of a large tree that was a little more than 15 meters from the group. Unbeknownst to the group below, the tree was slowly beginning to descend towards Kaiden.
Troy grunted as his claws worked at the dirt in front of him. His planned routes of escape had already been cut off by the collapsing bunker complex. The original plan had been to shut down power to the facility, but something has caused a massive overload which led to the destruction of the facility. Once the others were safe, he was going to have to inquire further as to what went wrong.
A side effect of all the debris between him and the surface had been his inability to communicate with them. To get the rest of his plan in motion, he needed to get himself topside and in the clear.
Above him, he could hear the sound of distant explosion through the soil. Troy hadn’t counted on the battle beginning so soon; the original estimates had the bulk of the response team not arriving for another half hour. It was more likely, he presumed, that it was only one or two units sent in to do reconnaissance. There was still a chance for this wild plan to succeed. He only need to dig a little more to contact the subjects…
Juliet watched the indicator lights on her heads up display rapidly wink out, one by one. Each of those small beacons represented her squad members vital signs, and they were all dying or dead by the time she could react.
She slammed her fist against the console and turned her attention and oriented the vertibird towards the squad members last location. Her thermal sights picked up two signatures close to the location of the bodies of her comrades.
“See you in hell you damn freaks!” She flipped up a switch and painted the nearest target, then loosed a rocket straight at him…
Troy finally broke through the rough dirt and saw his own HUD come back online. Immediately, an alert flashed over his eyes and painted an incoming rocket streaking towards one of the subjects, Siegfried he recalled his name.
“No one else dies today..” Troy was already in armored form from moving through the facility. He leapt up from his fresh burrow and soared skyward with the assistance of some jump jets the Underground had provided. With his arm raised, his body curled up so that only the shield was exposed to the streaking missile.
With a thunderous roar, the rocket impacted the hardened surface. Flames washed harmlessly around the shield. However, the force was extremely potent and try was flung downwards, crashing into a nearby tree and putting a human sized dent into it.
Troy stood up from the impact and shook himself off. Tilting the shield over, he examined it closely and was relieved to see the impact only put a small crack along the center of the shield. The shield was quickly regenerating itself and would be up to full strength in a short while.
Knowing that there was no time to waste, Troy reached up and tapped on his forehead…
The practice of placing neural implants had only become common practice a few years ago. And while most of the poorer people couldn’t afford one just yet, a recent study found that over 80% of the people in the United Northern States had already received their implants. Installation was done by injecting specialized nanites into the base of the neck. These little constructors than formed together into a solid block that made up neural network that was for all intent and purposes, a small computer.
Modern life was now becoming just as interconnected to the implants, just as the advent of the Internet had made itself inescapable by the early 21st century. You need only think about a certain topic and the information would appear in front of your eyes. Want to know your location? The implant would access GPS satellites and show your location on a over-laid map. Feeling hungry for some pizza? All you had to do think on it and a browser pulled up in front of your face and sent your order in moments to your favorite pizza place over the world wide network. In thirty minutes or less, your order was ready at your door.
Like any computer though, and if you had the right codes, it was able to be hacked into. It wasn’t a simple process though as every neural implant was encrypted with 512-bit security that made it almost impossible to hack unless you have the codes to the individual unit. The underground had these codes for everyone of the subjects already available to them through moles inside Hyberdine. And Troy was now accessing those codes to send a digital message to all of those subjects that were in the area.
Appearing before each of the subjects, was a full scale image of Troy. From organizing movie nights for to subjects on level one, to smuggling down sweets and sim-discs to the level three subjects, this was a young man who had done everything in his power to make the lives of all the subjects a little easier. he was a man that all admired and looked up to. However, less than a year ago they were all told that he had died during an failed breakout.
“Brothers and Sisters,” he spoke with a commanding tone. “For too long, you been prisoners to the designs of GenCorp. I come with glad news, that this is the moment of your liberation! They told you I was dead, that I only thought of myself! I say to you, that this was not true, and I did not forget you! An organization, called The Underground, has helped me to come back to you and without their assistance I would not of been able to bring you this far.”
The image of Troy fluttered as he grasped his side and winced in pain, and could feel that one of his kidneys were punctured from being tossed like a rag doll. For anyone else, this would make the escape a harrowing experience. However, he could already feel his body working to repair the injury.
He did his best to hide the agony he felt, composing himself and standing straight once more. “I’m sending you coordinates to a pick up location, where The Underground is waiting to take you to freedom, and to start a new life.” In front of all the subjects, a small beacon glowed in the distance, showing each of them their path to freedom.
“If you don’t trust me, than you don’t have to follow me. I am not GenCorp and will not force you to come.” Another beacon appeared, this one much farther off and to the right. “Theres a large industrial park at this location, that connects to a sewer system that opens up to the rest of Bethesda. If you would prefer to strike out on your own, you can go here. It’s time for you to make your own choices.” With a deep sigh, the connection with the other subjects were cut off. Now, only the two beacons in the distance remained in front of their gaze.
Surveying the area around him, Troy noticed that there were three subjects around him; he recalled that their names were Kaiden, Siegfried, and Tony. And of course, there was still the vertibird that was hovering above them.
Springing into action, he looked over at Kaiden and motioned over to Tony. “Kaiden, if your coming with me, help Tony to the evac site.”
“And Siegfried, please make that aircraft go away…” Sliding a large tubular device off his shoulder, he flung it in the direction of Siegfried. It was a portable, heat seeking, anti-aircraft missile launcher. Troy had come prepared for this possibility.
“I’m going to make sure the others get out ok.” Troy then turned and started towards a pair just exiting the facility.
Juliet watched on her screen as the missile impacted 10 meters from its expected target. Waiting for the cloud of debris and heat to dissipate, she sat back and reached over to turn off the communicator to home base. With shock, the young pilot realized that no one had been killed by the missile. She tried to launch another missile but found the guidance system was locked up.
“Damn it, their trying to stop me…” Juliet furiously worked her fingers over her console to release the locks put onto her aircraft. All she could manage to unlock was her flight controls, and launch control for her last missile. Eyeballing the target, she released the last one down in the area of the group that had formed.
The missile missed, going wide right of the group. It impacted at the base of a large tree that was a little more than 15 meters from the group. Unbeknownst to the group below, the tree was slowly beginning to descend towards Kaiden.