Post by notbanned on Aug 29, 2006 18:29:29 GMT -5
"Has the serum been prepared?" A stern voice said. A tall man in a lab coat turned to face a
woman who's hair was tied back expertly, clearly a sign of a professional. She was examining
a moniter in front of her, which was displaying the life-signs and genetic make-up of
something.
"It appears this serum is highly unstable: we may have another Lost One on our hands," the
woman replied, noting some details on her clipboard. "He may prove useful to us, though.
This serum is designed to push the limitations of a zoanoid further than ever before. He
should be nearly invincible."
"Good. How is our test subject?" The man asked. He turned to face a tube that rose from the
floor into the ceiling, filled with green liquid. It was about two meters in diameter, and the
bottom of the tube had what appeared to be a filter, with bubbles escaping through them. A
tube rose from the filter, connected to a mouthpiece, that was attached to someone's face.
The male figure inside was unconscious, and wearing nothing but his underwear. His black
hair was flowing freely in the strange green liquid, pushed up slightly by the escaping
bubbles.
"His life-signs are stable. He doesn't appear to have any faults. The serum should be accepted
without fail," the woman replied.
"Very well. Administer it," the man ordered. The woman nodded, and pushed a few buttons
on the control panel in front of her. There was a hissing noise, and a number of jets in the
tube sprayed out a blue liquid. The blue liquid, the serum, flowed around the green liquid,
changing its colour. Suddenly, the male's body went oddly rigid. He started twitching
uncontrollably, his limbs jerking all over the place. The man stared on, unblinking, uncaring.
The woman jotted a few more notes onto her clipboard.
Eventually, the twitching stopped, and the male settled down again. All of the blue liquid had
faded away, absorbed into the youth's body.
"Life-signs?"
"Normal. His genetic code has been altered successfully. Another success," the woman said.
"What is this one's name?" The man asked. The woman consulted her clipboard.
"Li, Vincent."
"Change it. He needs a more fitting name."
"Like what?"
"...Zx-tore."
*****
"Professor Xen," a scientist rushed up to the man in charge of this division, a tall man with sandy-brown hair. The scientist in question was wearing a regulation lab coat, shirt and trousers, non-regulation trainers and certainly non-regulation sunglasses. His blonde hair was flying all over the place as he moved.
"Yes?" Xen replied.
"Professor, those units, what are they?" The scientist asked.
"Ah. Those, Leon, are the experimental Guyver units," Xen explained. "Not too long ago, some of our units found these peculiar units in the ruins of an unfamiliar civilisation. We have examined them and discovered their names and general data about them. They are called the Guyver units. It seems they are a bio-weapon of some sort, though it isn't explained what they do. Using the data we have aquired, we have built these units, but changed some of the inner working. We do not know exactly what they will do, yet. It is our job to find out what they do."
"Where are the original units? Wont they help us in our investigation?" Leon asked.
"They are being tested elsewhere. They are weapons and our superiors are planning on using them."
Leon nodded and turned away, surprisingly calmly. That wasn't how he felt at all. These... these things were being cloned and used for murder. Leon hadn't signed on for this. He wanted to push the limits of evolution further than anyone else had. He hadn't signed on to help the murder of millions of innocent people. Already, his mind was forming a plan to get out of this... But he couldn't just leave these units behind, not where they could be used as weapons. What could he do...
"Sir," another scientist said, barging into the room. "Professor Xen, sir, General Nah'n requires your assistance. A zoanoid has gone beserk in the training room and they can't control it!"
"Very well, I'll take care of this," Xen said, marching out of the room, leaving Leon and two other scientists behind. Leon glanced sideways at the scientists and quickly thought over what supplies he had on him. There were several zoanoid serums just lying around the lab. If he could somehow set one alight, it'd cause a gas that knocked out a human for a number of hours. And when water was mixed with the serum, it reacted and exploded. Leon grabbed the nearest serum and ran it under the tap, unscrewing the lid as he did so. Quickly, he threw it across the room to the other scientists. The beaker smashed, and the serum exploded, releasing a large amount of gas into the scientists' faces before being sucked up through the ventilation system. Quickly, Leon gathered the experimental Guyver units and stowed them in his backpack. He quickly exited the room.
He hadn't ever really noticed the sheer number of guards in the building. Somehow, he didn't think he could make it out of the building with the units. It couldn't stop him from trying. Besides, when things got too tough, he'd have to use some of the chemicals he always carried around with him. He was a scientist for nothing.
woman who's hair was tied back expertly, clearly a sign of a professional. She was examining
a moniter in front of her, which was displaying the life-signs and genetic make-up of
something.
"It appears this serum is highly unstable: we may have another Lost One on our hands," the
woman replied, noting some details on her clipboard. "He may prove useful to us, though.
This serum is designed to push the limitations of a zoanoid further than ever before. He
should be nearly invincible."
"Good. How is our test subject?" The man asked. He turned to face a tube that rose from the
floor into the ceiling, filled with green liquid. It was about two meters in diameter, and the
bottom of the tube had what appeared to be a filter, with bubbles escaping through them. A
tube rose from the filter, connected to a mouthpiece, that was attached to someone's face.
The male figure inside was unconscious, and wearing nothing but his underwear. His black
hair was flowing freely in the strange green liquid, pushed up slightly by the escaping
bubbles.
"His life-signs are stable. He doesn't appear to have any faults. The serum should be accepted
without fail," the woman replied.
"Very well. Administer it," the man ordered. The woman nodded, and pushed a few buttons
on the control panel in front of her. There was a hissing noise, and a number of jets in the
tube sprayed out a blue liquid. The blue liquid, the serum, flowed around the green liquid,
changing its colour. Suddenly, the male's body went oddly rigid. He started twitching
uncontrollably, his limbs jerking all over the place. The man stared on, unblinking, uncaring.
The woman jotted a few more notes onto her clipboard.
Eventually, the twitching stopped, and the male settled down again. All of the blue liquid had
faded away, absorbed into the youth's body.
"Life-signs?"
"Normal. His genetic code has been altered successfully. Another success," the woman said.
"What is this one's name?" The man asked. The woman consulted her clipboard.
"Li, Vincent."
"Change it. He needs a more fitting name."
"Like what?"
"...Zx-tore."
*****
"Professor Xen," a scientist rushed up to the man in charge of this division, a tall man with sandy-brown hair. The scientist in question was wearing a regulation lab coat, shirt and trousers, non-regulation trainers and certainly non-regulation sunglasses. His blonde hair was flying all over the place as he moved.
"Yes?" Xen replied.
"Professor, those units, what are they?" The scientist asked.
"Ah. Those, Leon, are the experimental Guyver units," Xen explained. "Not too long ago, some of our units found these peculiar units in the ruins of an unfamiliar civilisation. We have examined them and discovered their names and general data about them. They are called the Guyver units. It seems they are a bio-weapon of some sort, though it isn't explained what they do. Using the data we have aquired, we have built these units, but changed some of the inner working. We do not know exactly what they will do, yet. It is our job to find out what they do."
"Where are the original units? Wont they help us in our investigation?" Leon asked.
"They are being tested elsewhere. They are weapons and our superiors are planning on using them."
Leon nodded and turned away, surprisingly calmly. That wasn't how he felt at all. These... these things were being cloned and used for murder. Leon hadn't signed on for this. He wanted to push the limits of evolution further than anyone else had. He hadn't signed on to help the murder of millions of innocent people. Already, his mind was forming a plan to get out of this... But he couldn't just leave these units behind, not where they could be used as weapons. What could he do...
"Sir," another scientist said, barging into the room. "Professor Xen, sir, General Nah'n requires your assistance. A zoanoid has gone beserk in the training room and they can't control it!"
"Very well, I'll take care of this," Xen said, marching out of the room, leaving Leon and two other scientists behind. Leon glanced sideways at the scientists and quickly thought over what supplies he had on him. There were several zoanoid serums just lying around the lab. If he could somehow set one alight, it'd cause a gas that knocked out a human for a number of hours. And when water was mixed with the serum, it reacted and exploded. Leon grabbed the nearest serum and ran it under the tap, unscrewing the lid as he did so. Quickly, he threw it across the room to the other scientists. The beaker smashed, and the serum exploded, releasing a large amount of gas into the scientists' faces before being sucked up through the ventilation system. Quickly, Leon gathered the experimental Guyver units and stowed them in his backpack. He quickly exited the room.
He hadn't ever really noticed the sheer number of guards in the building. Somehow, he didn't think he could make it out of the building with the units. It couldn't stop him from trying. Besides, when things got too tough, he'd have to use some of the chemicals he always carried around with him. He was a scientist for nothing.