Futuristic Zion Colony

[Protagonist]

The Future is Now.





200 years ago, the human race made contact with an alien race known as The Ammit. They did not come in peace. Indeed, they never even bothered to even try to communicate with us. They fired guided missiles filled with nanotech/biological weapons and attack drones at our world from beyond the Oort cloud. Though their forces were powerful, their true might was not in their weaponry but in their sheer relentlessness. If we survived one wave of attacks, they would send another the next day. Every human on Earth was dead long before the aliens even set foot on our world.


However, before the end, some forward thinking NASA teams were able to create an evacuation mission. It was a massive success, 5,000,000 people managed to make it out alive by jumping on a space ship and escaping to a nearby alien world known as Xeria.


Though the escape was fairly successful, the alien world of Xeria proved more hostile than previously imagined. The atmosphere is somewhat toxic, and the humans proved to not be the top of the food chain in this world. More than half of the colonies established fell apart.


We are one of the colonies that survived: Zion Colony, backed by a government called the Polaris Republic. Now, about 45 years after landing, we've finally planted roots into this world and are starting to look outside our borders.

 

[Protagonist]

Zion Colony has:


100 units of water


100 units of food


200 units of power


50 units of scrap material


10 units of surplus medical supplies


Our Colony has:


1. Living Quarters and Capital


2. Processing Warehouse (scrap materials go here)


3. Armory


4. Main Power Core


5. Food and Water storage chamber


6. Chain link fence


7. Hanger bay (currently empty)


8. Sick bay


9. 3 solar collectors, providing 30 power units each day


Across the alien landscape, as far as the eye can see, there's a lush blue forest beneath stormy, rainy clouds. However, right on the eastern edge of the forest there sits a cleared area that's been paved over, with a few rudimentary buildings covering it. In the streets the populace walks to their destinations, each to their own occupation.


A voice can be heard over the radio, it's the captain.


"Good morning, citizens. This is your captain speaking. I would like to remind all humans and cyborgs to take their anti-toxins. Now, I have some bad news. One of our brother colonies just went dark. I'll be sending an expedition team over to this colony to see what happened, and if possible, render aid. Otherwise we'll just salvage the colony best we can and move on. Now, I know you guys are usually busy, but I want all available hands to join the expedition. Medics, engineers, patrol, I don't care. We need to get there before raiders do."

 

[DrCompton]

"Well... Shoot." Booker had to get a move on, he was sure the Captain would want him on the expedition since he was one of the few who could fix a down radio tower, or a down generator. He assumed that Fink and Chey would also be apart of the expedition, so he didn't have to go check on them, he'd see them later. Syrinx he would have to check on, so he made his way to her android body.


"Hey Syrinx, anything you need me to look at before I head out?" Booker smiled even though he wasn't sure if the android cared or not. Booker had a thing for bots, not a sexual thing, but he always preferred the company of robots over people. He considered Fink a best friend, he like talking to Chey, even though he was pretty sure that she would snap his neck if she was allowed too. He liked these three the best, they all had personality. The others, mostly, were just drones.

 

[yistae]

Kurt woke up with a start at the voice over the loud speaker, and in his sleepy confusion he rolled over and sat up at the same time, thinking he was rolling out of bed. He wasn't, and rolling over was a very bad idea considering he'd fallen asleep in a tree at least 15 feet off the ground. The ground seemed very happy to see him if how fast it came rushing to meet him was anything, but Kurt wasn't very happy at all to see it. He stayed on his back for a second and coughed a few times, refilling his lungs while remembering why he was in the tree in the first place. Nap, his brain finally supplied and he groaned while sitting up, running a hand through his hair. Getting to his feet Kurt hoped no one had seen him and his oh-so-gracious decent from the tree branch. He doubted it though. He was right outside the Colony's fence, preferring to sleep in the forest than in the living quarters when he could, even after years in the colony.


It was easy to scale the fence since he wasn't wearing shoes, and he landed almost silently on the colony side. "At least I didn't fall now," Kurt muttered to himself, absently braiding his hair so it was out of the way as he walked to the armory to get his gun and whatever else he'd need for the expedition.

 

[Riven]

Alex sat in the corner of the bar, his hat covering the slim of his eyes. His feet propped, up on the table. A cigarette, in his mouth, with the tiniest of flames on it. He took a silent puff, followed by a relaxing exhale. His left hand was lazily on his feet, gently holding onto the cigarette, while his right hand occasionally fingered the trigger of his revolver. He sat there, lazily smoking and lazily gripping his gun, it was boring, he didn't like it. He missed the action of getting paid for fighting against Xerian rebels and such. He sat up as the announcement went over the radio.


He checked his watch at the time and sat up, taking the last stubble of the cigarette and threw it onto the floor, crunching it with his foot. He stretched his arm and stuck his hands in his pocket, his duster waving. He walks out of the bar, his scarf and his duster waving behind him. He looks around curiously. "Now... where is the area to sign up for the expedition... I better hope its worth the pay...", he said to himself, muttering as he kept his hands in his pocket, elbowing his guns gently so he wouldn't be bored. Who knew being someone for hire would be so boring.

 

[captain saxxy]

Kyra smelled the early morning air. Its embrace left him slightly chilled. "Hmm," he sounded as he struggled up the tallest and sturdiest kind of the local flora. After a relatively easy scramble up the oak-like tree, he peered over the visible surroundings and sighed. He saw one of the solar energy converters that supplied the colony with power. Foreign grass had grown around the machine, which was desperately in need of repair. He reached into his pocket, bringing out a small radio and spoke quietly into the microphone, "Captain, converter 03 is definitally out of comission. Requesting ultimately required leave from the mission. We are going to need Fink or another advanced technician , it's pretty rough. I'll stand guard and wait for ordinance."

 

[DamagedGlasses]

Fink felt his eyes turn on, the dull black orbs lighting up, as his systems booted up, his programmed awakening as his set hour awoke him. However, along with the soft whirring of his machines turning on, the small electrical engines gaining momentum, a cacophony of loud useless and unneeded ringing filled the room, pushing the silence out. Fink moved slowly from the rather large vertical tube in his room and walked out with careful deliberation that could only be possessed by a machine with a complex AI.


Performing the same task he had done every day for the past hundred or so years, Fink went over to his large collection of clocks, all of them in different states of rust or cleanliness, and started to manually turn each one off, either flipping a switch on the back, or pressing a button on their top. His work schedule for the day consisted of some mild labor, and also a few hours of directing the newer models. They were programmed with everything they would need to know to do their jobs, but they sometimes lacked direction without specific orders, orders which he had experience in giving and following.


Fink, however, stopped as a notification popped up in his digital sight, his artificial notifications working perfectly. Opening it up, Fink quickly got the layout of the new orders and started on his way. As he neared the door of his personal cabin, an unusual thing for an android to possess, Fink stopped once more as another notification popped up in sight. Not finding any annoyance in the recurring action, Fink opened it up and was once again updated with his daily events.


Walking out the door with in a slow pace, his metal exoskeleton whirring as its moving parts were used, Fink started to make his way out to where he would find the most recent call for help, help from him personally no less. As he walked, Fink performed his daily check ups, making sure his built in tools were fully operable and ready to be used.


He would need a lot of help with detail if he was going to fix a Solar Converter.


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[captain saxxy]

"Silence is a form of acceptance I suppose. " Kyra thought as he sat in silence, still undisturbed by any sort of noise or radio communication. He looked down at his knife holstered at his waist. The blade, made of a titanium alloy, was black, ridged on the top within six inches of the handle. As he admired his vessel of death he heard the pur of well oiled machinery approach behind him.


As a precaution, he initiated his psionic. He felt the prick inside his brain as usual. It felt as if a balloon popped and its cool contents filled his body with an uncontrollable urge to move. The slight movement of the wind in the tree slowed to almost a snail-like pace, not that Kyra knew what a snail was. He moved smoothly down the tree and looked around. His mind zoomed in on meaningless things such as small creatures darting in and out of shrubs. He located the source of the cacophony quickly. The renowned mechanic bot was making its way to the converter, his left foot almost to the ground while his right was firmly planted. Fink was a few meters away from Kyra. In a slight jog over relatively flat terrain he had made it to the droid. "Greetings, Fink," he began. " the converter has a control panel on the side farthest from us. From there you should be able to access all the components that need to be repaired." He began to walk towards the solar converter when he turned to see the android's left foot had just hit the ground and the other had just begun to rise heel first from the terrain. I forgot to deactivate my psionic, he thought in a much more profain way. He went back and faced the mechanic, felt the contents of the balloon retreat back inside, and began to repeat the briefing he had just given before.

 

[DamagedGlasses]

Fink cocked his head as the psionic, Kyra from what his database identified, proceeded to explain to him the duties he, as an engineer, was being given. That was all well, and good, yet there was one problem Fink had with the whole situation. While he was willing to work for any human or psionic that needed his help, it was rather hard for him to complete his task if the instructions were being said at a speed his receptors weren't able to pick up. This problem was fixed, however, as the psionic realized what was happening and quickly solved the mistake, slowing down to a much more manageable level. Explaining the problems and instructions one more, Fink nodded once, silently, and went over to the converter, his exoskeleton whirring with the activity. He laid his hands on the converter, before bending down. His ribs opening up to reveal countless drawers and compartments, Fink reached in ad got out some hedge-cutters. While he had only been called to work on the machine, he still needed to make sure the vegetation around wouldn't affect the artificial introduction to its environment. The vines and stuff could sometimes get stuck in the small gears of the machine, and that wouldn't be good for anyone.


Yet, as Fink started to slowly cut away the vegetation wrapping around the machine like a cocoon, Fink couldn't help, but notice that the vegetation seemed unnatural. A broken down generator wasn't something that went silent for long, even among the smaller, less informed people, yet this machine seemed to have been wrapped by a nature he could not understand. Shaking his head, Fink continued his cutting, but tried to make conversation as best as he could, maybe getting his mind away from the unnerving ideas of what could be the real reason behind such major plantation swarming the generator.


"Kyra, are your psionics in good health?" It was one of the common things to ask any psionic, their health being one of the top prerogatives on any Androids list. They were the people who gave the humans a slight advantage over the aliens, or alien environment, so they needed to be looked after to a degree.


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[captain saxxy]

"All is well Fink. And your glitch?" The renowned mechanic's slight problem was something of a buzz among the colony. If Fink chokes on us, the colony will be scrambling, he recalled a bystander stating. He felt the breeze roll over his whitish hair. He breathed, recalling several morbid events. He didn't know why they flashed now, of all times. Perhaps it was being asked of his power. He didn't like to think so but he shrugged it off. He brushed dust off of his long sleeve shirt, waiting for the androids progression to the conservation.

 

[DamagedGlasses]

Fink continued to snip at the vines encasing the Converter, his hand steady as it went snip snip, snip snip. The sound of work filled the air as Fink thought over the counter-question about his own health. The Glitch had always been a rather big problem for him, causing a mass amount of problems throughout his day. Sometimes it would do something small like disable his notifications, making him miss important work updates, but there were others when the Glitch would do a much grander amount.


While they weren't as often, the more radical Glitch byproducts included things like a sudden increase or decrease in enhanced strength. If he was working on something detailed, trying to get it right with a small amount of strength, a rapid increase could cause him to mess up and most likely break the project or piece of equipment in his hand. A decrease in strength could mean the death of him and others as it made the possibility of dropping large pieces of construction materials. These big problems had him going to the maintenance section for Androids almost everyday.


Finishing off the vines that covered the Access Panel that lead to the Control Board of the Converter, and the inner workings, Fink put back the Hedge-Clippers, and held up his hand, activating the blowtorch. From the tip of his hand a small tube came out about an inch, instantly bringing a small but very intense flame that shot out, fueled by the gas reserves Fink kept for this purpose. As he started to cut the Access Panel, Fink finally answered the Psionic, "At the moment, it is no worry. It will be fixed one of these days."


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[Riven]

After buying another pack of cigarettes, he walks around, finally to a small bench on the side of the road. Alex takes a seat and lights one, smoking the cigarette with a relaxed sigh. He takes out one of his revolvers and balances it with his finger through the ring on the trigger as he spins the gun on his finger. He lies back on the bench and continues to take small puffs, waiting for the time the exploration mission begins, maybe then, they'll need him.

 

[captain saxxy]

Kyra peered quizzically at the robot as he worked. The reflection of the fire in his optical receptors gave the android not a slightly maniacal appearance, but rather a productive one. He turned away, not wanting to disturb the work in progress.


Looking around, he inspected many local insectoid creatures, floating about on silken wings. They bore a slight resemblance to a mantis, however with variations of what would almost pass as a humanoid face. Fairies, he nicknamed them as a boy. They all ranged in size and color to every degree of the spectrum . Kyra had once tricked himself into believing he had seen a rainbow fairy. He was too old now to believe such things. He was a realist, he allowed the truth to be the truth. He sat down amongst the group of bugs, leaning against a tree for support. No matter how sinister it may be, he thought to himself.

 

[DamagedGlasses]

Fink was silent as his slow flame completed the trek around the access panel, its fiery source cutting into the resistant metal of the converter like butter. Placing his hand on the cut out section of the panel, Fink let his finger grasp onto the metal and pry it off, ripping the remaining half melted parts free from their hold. Setting the panel down onto the grass beside him, conscious to keep it away from any important things, Fink went back to the panel, and was only kept from flinching by his inability to do so as an Android. To the equivalent of a sigh, Fink shook his head as he looked at the vegetation that covered a lot of the converters inner workings.


Tensing his mainframe as he prepared his plan, pulling up the plans for the Converters for reference, Fink pulled out a wrench and felt his optics light up with a new setting. The now bright green eyes looked closely into the machine and pushed his upper body into it, working on it. However, as he began to unscrew the bolts holding the main exhaust port, a portion of the machine that seemed to be in heavy disrepair, he stopped as he heard a very disconcerting noise. His enhanced ears listening to any abnormal disruptions in the local airwaves, Fink looked around and felt his mechanical eyesight reach into the distance. His gears rotating quickly with sudden speed from his mind trying to process what he was seeing quickly, Fink stared at the very hungry looking Jingas coming at them. Accessing the information he knew on the alien creatures, Fink quickly absorbed the information sent to him.


Named due to their similar look to the Large Feline races of Earth, the species having been named very soon after arrival on the new planet. The aliens fauna were known for their lithe, bright blue bodies, their figure seemingly made up of a smooth surface that delayed the rather sharp microscopic spikes that were equipped with a poison that had paralytic attributes, slowly making victims lose control over their limbs, making them stiff and cumbersome to anyone who attempted to lift and carry said victim out of harm.


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[yistae]

Kurt walks through the colony, his gun now in a holster at his side as he waits for whatever the day brings. Hopefully he'll be assigned to the expedition, since hanging around the colony with nothing to do for a few days while everyone else was out sounded mind numbingly boring. As well as getting his gun, he'd changed into a pair of loose cargo pants that stopped just about mid-sin and a black tee, still not wearing any shoes. They only seemed to get in the way anyway.


Looking up from a rock he was kicking down the road, Kurt pauses as he spots Alex lying on a bench and spinning a gun around. He didn't not like the human exactly, but Alex seemed more violent and just plain intimidating to Kurt, so he kept his distance. Thinking for a few seconds, Kurt finally moves again, taking a few steps towards the man since he more than likely knew what he needed to do exactly and he was the only other person around. "Hey, um, do you know where I go for the uh, expedition sign up thing?" Kurt asked, staying several feet back and keeping his hands out of his pockets.

 

[Protagonist]

Lewis was standing near the chain-link fence, carrying his SMG. He heard a sound behind him. He turned and saw a Xerian hop over the fence just behind him. He shot him a glare of sorts, but he just let him pass. Normally, he'd have to make sure all alien materials, including Xerians, coming in and out would be recorded. Too often hungry Xerians would sneak in and run off with a small amount of food that they figured Zion wouldn't miss. Lewis knew this guy, though. He was allowed to be here, and he was pretty sure this guy wasn't stealing anything.


He got the call and began to march towards the front gate. The Xerian spoke up. He wanted to know where to sign up for the expidition.


"Here, follow me. I'll show you." He said.


Meanwhile, Syrinx's Mobile Research Drone (her body) activated. She began to walk towards Fink.


"Hello. How are you, today, Finx?"

 

[Riven]

After a while of smoking the same cigarette, he stands up from his bench, seeing a pair of people walk off toward the front gate, hearing the word "expedition sign up" from the conversation. He stood up and followed behind them silently, his hand on his gun, and the other hand on his cigarette.

 

[yistae]

Kurt jumped at the new voice and turned around quickly, seeing another human. It took him a second to recognize the guy as a patrol officer like himself, but Kurt had never worked with him. He also vaguely remembered seeing him out of the corner of his eye when he jumped the fence earlier that morning, and was very happy that he wasn't able to blush. He followed the human, glancing behind him when he noticed that the Alex guy was following them too. Turning to face forward again, Kurt figured it was best to just ignore Alex since he wasn't actually doing anything. Jogging a few steps he fell in stride with the human leading them to wherever, looking at him out of the corner of his eye. "So what's your name?" Kurt said, trying to start a conversation and be friendly.

 

[Riven]

"My name? Heh, my name is Alex, Alex McGregor." He kept his hat down so it covered his gaze, his hands, remaining on his guns. He replied in a sort of gruff manner, not to scare him off, but to simply show that he was business and was not meant to be played around with. "Why would it matter to you?", he replied, not looking at the character.

 

[captain saxxy]

Hearing the ruckus across the clearing, Kyra spring up from his resting this place, initiating is psionic as he rose. He rushed to the aid of the Android, who had given him the alert to the feline like creatures rushing to make a meal of the moving metal. They slowed, the drool coming from their gaping maws began as a rampant stream but however ended as a mere molasses drip. He rushed across the clearing, drawing his knife. feeling the metal sliver come from its scabbard gave him a strange sense of satisfaction. He had made it 10 or so steps away from the first creature and begin to prepare himself, moving his feet more carefully, but just as fast.


Sidestepping the creature and bringing his left foot equal to the opposing monster's right front, he plunged the black blade into the chest area below monsters head. In doing this he moved his hand back on the hilt of the blade, careful not to get any of that noxious poison these were known for. He saw indications of death such as signs of enlarging pupils and a dullness that was known for the eyes of corpses Withdrawing the blade just as quickly as he put it in, he jumped over the dying creature as one would a waist high fence . He felt his energy starting to drain. " I need to be faster" he muttered aloud as he approached the second and final of the group. As he moved in his psionic dismissed self without warning. He felt exhaustion overcome him. The creature turned, not more than 20 paces from him and thirty from the corpse of his fallen comrade. Kyra prepared himself letting the blade fall from his hand, sliding until it faced towards his body instead of away from it as it was before. He then formed his grip around the now reversed hilt . Then bringing is right hand to hover in his abdominal area between his heart and stomach. As the creature charged he side stepped. It lunged, large paws and claws extended towards Kyra. He was prepared however, and pierce the creature's neck with his blade and forcing it to the ground. I tried for a few seconds, before losing its life as well.


Kyra brought the small radio, still in his pocket, to his lips once more. "Backup needed at convertor three, hostile fauna, over. " He was still breathing heavily. The psionic within his head hot with extended use. He kneeled, holstering his blade as his right knee brought the scabbard with it .

 

[DamagedGlasses]

Fink backed up, his exoskeleton whirring at an increasingly loud pitch as it tensed in readiness, his mind accelerating through multiple possible ways to make this situation less bad than it already was. Looking around, as Kyra continued to fight, Fink tried to observe his surroundings and possibly come up with a way to make this work. Not be able to come up with any good way to help, without getting personally involved, Fink was left with only one choice. His systems whirring even louder than before, Fink felt his systems boot up to excessive capacity. Due to the unstable state of safety back when the plans for his model had been made, Fink had been built with a significant boost in ability on one subject, making him dwarf the capabilities of the other more newer Engineer Android. His combat ability, while not amazing like the newer Patrol Androids, was suitable for the task at hand. The only problem was, was that this combat program relied heavily on the area in which the largest part of his Glitch was centered around. When in combat mode, the probability of having a Glitch was increased heavily, almost making it so that he was unable to go into Combat Mode without at least one Glitch, regardless of how much impact it had.


Fink felt his entire system light into what would probably be likened to being filled with liquid fire if they had any knowledge of the such, however as Fink was an Android and only knew things from when humans around him talked of more human matters, he could only describe it as a regular Combat System boot up. His arms letting off some built up steam in short controlled bursts, his insides momentarily overheating as his unused setting created friction he was unaccustomed too, Fink felt the always rather slow moving appendages he was used too suddenly become more free, their sockets loosening like someone had poured a bucket of oil onto them. Feeling energized, Fink burst into a run and joined the fray, conscious of not taking into much.


He had noticed how much Kyra had seemed to take from the battle, not that he could have seen it at the speed he was going at, and his psionics were probably on fire, and he couldn't just let that go on. Fink bent down to his knees, and felt the joints in his knee units tense as the whirring resounding from the joints increased in pitch, and he released the energy, jumping into the air and landing on one of the Jingas foot first, his upgraded and Combat activated joints not even buckling under the sudden opposing force. The alien falling to the ground, first flying through the air with a lack of grace, Fink wasted no time in running over to the Jinga and raising his fist. The joints in his fist taking a slight amount of time in preparing, Fink released the stored kinetic force with a forceful punch to the skull, breaking the reinforced skull of the alien and ending its predatorial life.


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[captain saxxy]

Get up. Get up and fight. You're pathetic, you know that? You're letting yourself down. "I refuse to die!" Kyra exclaimed, bursting from his daze psionic at the ready, as well as his right hand hovering over his knife hilt. He looked wildly around, Whipping side to side looking for traces of blue. He saw none, with the exception of the corpse at the feet of the now proud looking android. He approched Fink, placing his left hand on his right shoulderplate. He turned his head to the left so he could face the mechanic. "Great work. I hate to be the taskmaster here but..." Said Kyra, gesturing towards the convertor behind them. They had strayed fifty or so feet. Kyra turned, watching the caries dance in the distance as he walked to the second most impressive piece of machinery around.

 

[yistae]

Kurt gulped and tried to put a little more distance between him and Alex. The human was very scary, and even though he introduced himself in a somewhat civil way, he was still threatening. "No reason," he responded quickly. "Just wondering was all." He took a few breaths to calm himself and mentally face palmed. Alex wouldn't actually hurt him, at least not without reason. And he didn't plan on giving anyone a reason to want to physically harm him. He was trying to get more friendly with the human colonists anyway, considering some of his race wasn't exactly the most civil with Zion. "I'm Jahkurtka, or just Kurt," he introduced himself to both humans, looking at them each curiously.

 

[Riven]

He turned over and held his hand out, offering it. Alex still kept a hand on his gun, his hat still covering his gaze. He spoke in his low but serious tone of a voice, "Nice to meet you Kurt, I only have one thing to say as a tip, Stay Out Of My Way."

 

[DamagedGlasses]

Fink nodded, not taking the slight command as offensive. He had come out here to do a job and if anything, it would be him insulting the human race if he shirked his work any longer. His Combat System shutting down, his exoskeleton cooling down from the intensity at which his generators were moving, Fink moved much more slowly than Kyra as he made his way over to the Converter. Bending down, Fink reached inside and let his night eyes turn on once more. His eyes lit up, Fink looked into the little originally black compartment, and reached inside, the gears whirring within his tendons as he stretched them out.


Fink couldn't help, but let out a little bing as he spotted the final problem and fixed it easily, his drill hand coming in handy as he unscrewed the loosened pipes and wires. Leaning back, Fink reached down and picked up the Access Panel, placing the metal piece back onto the hole he had cut and turning his finger flame back on, Fink lightly melted the edges of the metal and let the two parts meld back together, turning off the flame and letting the melted portions quickly cool down, becoming hardened, and basically reattaching the two once individual parts.


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