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Post by Jerome Endon on Jun 16, 2011 2:54:33 GMT
Doing this both at once.
Kiriha, rendered unconscious by the organization, was dragged through the Japanese branch, the main branch, of SHOCKER. He was to undergo a transformation and be made into a cyborg soldier...
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England had no SHOCKER branch, but it did have a laboratory, instead of a large facility and base. Jerome, having just been fired and going to a bar, had met Drake Salance, who took him to this place.
"What is this place?" Jerome demanded.
"You're going to be made into a soldier here," Drake replied, flexing his hand and clenching his fist, "A cyborg soldier, stripped of your free will," he said, as if hoping Jerome would flee, just to be restrained.
"Don't bother stripping me of my will," Jerome said, "I was fired for my drinking. As long as I can drink and have job security, I'll do this willingly. I need a job, don't I?" he shrugged.
Drake smiled, "Sir!" he called out to William Paragon.
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Post by William Paragon on Jun 16, 2011 7:58:57 GMT
There was a clang on the balcony above them, something walking down it from the stairs. A figure stopped over the metal walkway, his face totally obscured except for a blinking purple light.
"Mr. Endon," Paragon said, his voice masking turning his soft words harsh and metallic "It's quite refreshing to see someone who we don't have to coerce into joining us ... it's a pleasure to meet you,"
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Post by Jerome Endon on Jun 16, 2011 21:51:13 GMT
"Who would you be?" Jerome questioned, though didn't demand, looking over the mask with some mild curiosity.
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Post by William Paragon on Jun 16, 2011 22:09:09 GMT
"My name is not important," He said through the metallic voice filter "You can call me the Leader, I am the commander of Shocker,"
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Post by Jerome Endon on Jun 16, 2011 22:14:19 GMT
"Leader, eh?" Jerome questioned, "Fine. I have no problems with doing this, as long as I can do as I please when I'm not...in the field, so to speak."
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Post by William Paragon on Jun 16, 2011 22:51:50 GMT
~Forgot the first bit =/~ Cross
William Paragon stood in front of the operating table, the mask on his head making his breathing mechanical and dark. Soon they'd have just what they'd been looking for, soon they'd have a Hopper.
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"That, Mr. Endon, is our goal," The man spoke "We will take control of the world and we shall have the freedom to take whatever we want, however we wish ..."
He began to walk down the stairs towards him.
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Post by Jerome Endon on Jun 16, 2011 22:53:56 GMT
Kiriha remained out the entire time.
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"As long as I can control my own time until needed, I'm fine with that," Jerome told him.
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Post by William Paragon on Jun 17, 2011 15:44:15 GMT
The men in white placed him on the table and began operating. Normal operations involve scalpels, syringes full of anaesthetic and bloodbags. This one involved them too but it also had saw-blades, cybernetics and a cocktail of steroids being injected, attached and spliced with his body.
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Paragon nodded.
"Of course Mr. Endon," He said.
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Post by Jerome Endon on Jun 17, 2011 16:51:20 GMT
"Then you have a willing soldier to fight for you, Leader," Jerome said, walking away from him, towards Drake, "Ok, let's get this over with!"
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Post by William Paragon on Jun 17, 2011 19:18:06 GMT
The surgery took about an hour and a half. Paragon watching the whole time as the "doctors" and surgeons and medical school dropouts worked on Jerome alongside technicians, scientist's and geneticist's.
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Post by Jerome Endon on Jun 21, 2011 22:37:27 GMT
When it was over, Jerome looked at the armor he now wore on his body, "This is my power?" he muttered, clenching his fists, looking to where Paragon was, "I approve of this!"
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Post by William Paragon on Jun 22, 2011 10:57:31 GMT
"Excellent," Paragon said, "How do you feel?"
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Post by Jerome Endon on Jun 22, 2011 22:27:24 GMT
"Stronger," he said, "Complete."
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Post by William Paragon on Jun 23, 2011 8:22:08 GMT
"Excellent," William replied "Of course, we need to test just how much stronger you've become,"
A pair of combatmen made their way into the room and stood there staring through the gas masks at Jerome.
"Kill them both, you have a minute, go," Paragon said, taking out a stopwatch and starting it.
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Post by Jerome Endon on Jun 24, 2011 23:02:13 GMT
Jerome pulled his shirt aside to look at his belt. With only his body armor, he leapt forward, giving a quick jab to one's face in an attempt to smash the skull. He whipped around to give a powerful mule kick to the other's face, for the same skull-breaking attack.
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