BELT Trapped In Amber

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  1. Brandon Keener

    Brandon Keener Rogue UNMC TARAS Commando

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    The Belt
    New Providence Station
    Berth 3


    Brandon looked around the inside of the small ferry. He had boarded it hastily on Ganymede and it looked like that. Most of his fellow travelers looked poor, their clothes tattered and worn out, their faces pale and starved. His statue, additionally augmented by the massive full body armor he wore underneath the ragged cloak, towered high over their heads and made him stand out like he wore a brightly colored coat. Ye had attempted to cover his massive custom made armor as good as possible with a simple cloak but it was still clearly visible to everyone.

    The refugees avoided him as much as possible, his statue and the noise his armor made when he moved intimidated them. When the airlock opened the other passengers rushed out of the ship and he slowly moved with them, trying to disguise his figure within the group.

    He threw the duffelbag containing all his possessions over his shoulder and started wandering through the dock area. There was nothing for him to do, he had no plan on what to do. The only thing he knew how to do was fight so he looked out for a place where he could work. There were still some rations left in his bag, but sooner or later he'd have to earn money to survive.

    ...

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    #1 Brandon Keener, Apr 18, 2019
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  2. William Buttersworth

    William Buttersworth Director of PS&E, Captain of the Revenge

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    New Providence Station - Docks

    William Buttersworth continued on his merry stroll through the docks, his security detail keeping a respectful distance, but not too far. He watched as OPA ship after OPA ship docked, a steady stream of them depositing their crews into the warrens and bars of the station. Soon enough the security alerts appears, drunken brawls, old scored being settled.

    It was to be expected. You gather enough terrorists, freedom fighters, bounty hunters, mercenaries, operatives, crews and captains loyal to the cause, and trouble was bound to happen. He made sure that the factions all had sections of the station they were herded into, whether it was by the promise of cheap drinks and brothels, or attractive odds at the numerous casinos that kept money flowing through the station. If they were at least partially quarantined, perhaps things would go smoothly right up until the Conclave, scheduled in another few days. Hopefully.

    A different security alert popped up around the edged of Bills vision, projected onto his retina by his optical implants:
    Security presence requested
    Threat level: High
    Summary: Police response requested, Potential high value UNN technology and operative spotted alighting from transport vessel from Ganymede.


    High value UNN technology? Well that's something I didn't expect on the station...He thought to himself as he brought up a map of the docks. The interloper had been tagged by the stations extensive defence and security network. He was just over a hundred metres away making his way through the crowd. Even from where Bill stood, he could see the cloaked hulk of a man wading through the crowds, parting them by his mere presence.

    Bill quickly approved the security request and began moving towards the large man. Several moments later, two New Providence police vehicles arrived, rubber tyres squealing on the metal deck. Out of them poured ten officers in riot gear which quickly formed a circle around the large man, who stood motionless.

    "Hey there, big fella. You mind coming with us?" Bill said, stepping into the circle in front of the man. A new alert appeared on Bill's vision:
    Security update:
    2 squads (10 officers): deployed
    4 sniper teams: deployed
    Status: Awaiting orders


    On gangways and catwalks high up in the docks, four snipers trained their scopes on the big man. Standard procedure for whenever any official UNN forces made their way unannounced into the docks. The man stood there motionless, his face impassive, glaring at Bill with not quite anger, determination? "I'm surprised the UNN didn't announce they were sending one of their men here...but I'm a reasonable man, come with us to the local police station and you have my word you will not be harmed."

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  3. Brandon Keener

    Brandon Keener Rogue UNMC TARAS Commando

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    New Providence Station, Docks
    The Belt
    Year 2351


    The men surrounding Brandon were all belters, tall, lanky and strange looking in their riot armor. Of course he had also noticed the snipers lining up, four with rifles covering him from four directions on catwalks either side of the alley.

    When the man stepped into the cycle of riot police men surrounding him he reacted. Several things happened so fast that they might've happened at the same time. Brandon's hand shot forward hitting the man in front of him directly onto the chest, sending him stumbling into the men behind him, before he even hit the wall of shields the massive frame of the soldier already dashed off into another direction and using his shoulder as a ram, crushed through the shield wall surrounding him.

    Brandon grabbed one of the two men he'd just ran over and pulled him up with one hand, using the heavily armored man as a shield. With the other hand he pulled out the assault rifle attached to his back and rested it on the mans shoulder, when he'd fire the muzzle flash would probably kill or at least injure the belter.

    Throughout this he remained completely silent, not even making a noise apart from the intimidating noise his armor made when he moved.

    They hadn't known what they had done. Brandon was nothing more than a wild dog, every part of humanity wiped out during his training and modification. He was engineered to be the perfect warrior, the apex predator of apex predators, the alpha human, but he had nothing left of what made a human human, just pure instincts, strength and a mind focused on crushing his enemies. The absence of someone telling him what to do had left him empty, unsure what to do, foreign to human interaction other than killing and following orders.

    ....

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  4. William Buttersworth

    William Buttersworth Director of PS&E, Captain of the Revenge

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    Pain blossomed in Bill's chest as he was hurled back by what felt like freight-train. By the time he was back on his feet, the big man was holding of the officers hostage, a rifle dangerously close to the man's head. The big man was again motionless, not even slightly movements from taking in breath. "I have a clear shot, approved?" Came a report from one of the snipers. Bill made a subtle motion with his hand to halt the attack...perhaps there was a way out of this.

    In the several seconds Bill stood before the big man, thinking of his next step, the Core AI had its own idea. The air suddenly filled with the angry buzzing of dozens of armed drones descending from the roof and out of access ducts, arrays of vicious weaponry attached to the underside of their frames. Alarms began to blare as the section of dock they were in was suddenly locked down, metal blast plates slamming down around entrances and exits. With a pop of Bill's eardrums, he realised their air supply had been cut off from the rest of the station. Standard procedure, although the worst case was he and everyone in this small section of the dock would be jettisoned and destroyed by the stations complex fixed defenses, embedded in hundreds of asteroids around the station. Hopefully it didn't come to that.

    In his year, or rather the implant embedded in his inner ear, he listened as almost a dozen experts debated possible courses of actions. One voice was clear above the others, "was obviously trained in some black ops, experimental program, he will not respond to force except with more force," he was cut off as competing voices argued, but he kept on, "may simply respond to a stern order, he is operating on some sort of autopilot. Take command of the situation, he should respond to that-" As the voice was once again overwhelmed by others, Bill cut out the signal and took stepped his feet apart. He rolled his shoulders back and straighten his back and neck and looked directly into the man's eyes, which glared impassively back.

    "Soldier, stand down. That is an order."

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  5. Brandon Keener

    Brandon Keener Rogue UNMC TARAS Commando

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    Brandon heard the drones even before they appeared, his improved senses picking up the slight buzzing that was just a little different from the rest of the noise the station made.

    He shifted the barrel of his rifle to point at the officer head. Using the hand that had been holding the man until now he fished his helmet from the duffel bag and quickly put it on, immediately resuming his previous stance, holding the hostage with one hand and the rifle with the other.

    This process only took a mere second and everything was back to how it was when the drones emerged from hidden access points. His HUD immediately proceeded to mark the new combatants and provide him with target solutions. With the arrival of new threats Brandon fell deeper and deeper into his reflexes, ready to do what he was made for. His vision became narrow and he began picking out targets and planning his moves, he was just ready to break the tension and unleash death when the man who'd been talking earlier stepped forward.

    Something about the firmness in the mans voice and his posture trigger his most basic instincts... and he lowered his rifle. He wasn't quite sure what to think, this man wasn't his commanding officer, he knew that, but he didn't really have a commanding officer anymore, and he wasn't sure what to do without someone telling him. All his life he'd had someone who told him exactly what to do, the obedience was engraved into his most primal instincts. He could only remember one incident were he had refused an order, but that had made him end up here.

    So there he stood, pointing his rifle at the ground in front of him, his other hand still firmly gripping the hostage.

    ....

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  6. William Buttersworth

    William Buttersworth Director of PS&E, Captain of the Revenge

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    "-holy shit it worked, okay we need him to give up his weapon and get him to the vault," the voice spoke frantically in his ear. He wasn't sure who the specialist was who had given him that critical piece of advice, but all over competing voices had stopped. "The tactic worked, the man in front of them had been so thoroughly programmed that he responded to stern commands, regardless of who seemed to be giving them." Bill nodded vaguely to himself. The Vault was a steel & ceramic cylinder, four metres in diameter and ten metres high. It was surrounded by a series of magnetic fields, steel plating, several metres of hard vacuum and electrified to the point it would obliterate an elephant if it touched the wrong spot. It was originally designed to contain a protomolecule hybrid, however as none were recovered from the recent battles, it served no purpose until now.

    Frustratingly it was buried several levels deep in the station, under layers of automated security. It would take at least half an hour to get these, even without a massive homicidal super soldier threatening to kill everyone aboard. The alternative was venting him into space, but Bill wasn't sure if even that would kill the man, that one day he wouldn't hear the metallic clunk of mag-boots on the external hull of his ship and see the demon leaning over his crash couch with revenge in his eyes. The Vault seemed like the best course of action for the time being.

    The soldier had lowered his weapon, pointing the muzzle at the deck. He still held onto the unfortunate officer though, his grip like a vice. "Soldier, release the officer and drop your weapon immediately. It is of the utmost importance to the success of the mission that you follow me. Any deviation will result in disciplinary action. Am I understood?" He said, roaring the last few works like a drill instructor.

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    Mark woke from a cold sweat, having a nightmare about the Ganymede Incident. His heart beat at supersonic speeds as he adjusted to the harshly lit ceiling, coldly complemented with the white that was the tiles. He slowly got up, the heart monitor accompanying him with its beeping. There was still a deep, dull ache in the side where he was shot by a PDC bullet, but he willed himself to get up out of the hospital bed, dependent on the IV fluids since he was admitted to this "hospital." As the cold, hard ground hit his feet and that he was fully standing, Mark felt a wave of nausea hit him. He had been in bedrest for half a week, and the effects were hitting him like a rock in his face. He grabbed hold of his IV stand and went outside the room.

    He didn't have to walk far to notice the damage dealt by a man in power armor. He didn't know if it was an UN or MCR man, but he saw the mess made by the seemingly robotic man, now standing at attention. His savior, William Buttersworth, stood next to the strange man, chest puffed out as if he was the commander. Another burst of nausea hit him, making him stagger before mouthing his question.

    "What, happened, here?"

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  8. William Buttersworth

    William Buttersworth Director of PS&E, Captain of the Revenge

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    Bill didn't move, didn't even acknowledge the man in a hospital smock, a IV drip trailing behind him. He had somehow wandered down three levels and into the docks which were supposed to be totally locked down, through a police perimeter and stood unsteadily several metres away. How the actual fuck did this guy even get here? He thought to himself, composing a message using is ocular implants to the local police team:

    Evacuate civilian immediately and detain him at local police station.
    Do not harm.
    Find out how he got into the docks during a lockdown.


    A moment later, the team of police moved over to the man and shepherded him away, his IV drip loyally following him.

    Now it was just Bill and the big man.
     
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  9. Brandon Keener

    Brandon Keener Rogue UNMC TARAS Commando

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    After the police officers escorted the unarmed man away from the situation, Brandon's instincts began giving control back to his mind, not that there was much of a difference between those two things. The confusion and uncertainty of what to do were once again present and he began wondering what to do.

    ...drop your weapon... of all the firm words the man said these stuck in his mind. The thought was so scary and foreign to him. His weapon and armor were part of who he was. Brandon was not quite sure how he was supposed to give away what was part of him, not because he needed it or because he didnt know how to drop it, but because the thought scared him. He let go of the man and gripped the gun with both hands, almost clinging to it like a kid would cling to it's beloved teddy bear.

    "No.... it's mine." he said, his voice augmented by the systems of his armor. In a subconscious move caused by reflexes he shifted his stance into a defensive position, ready to defend what was his.

    ....

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  10. Mark

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    Mark was surrounded by Buttersworth's men, dazed that he had gone this far. He begun to walk with his guides, but not until he heard the robotic man speak out in response of Buttersworth's command.

    Mark felt a deep uncanny feeling. The voice was very close to human, but it had a hint of foreign that just... unsettled him. It also sounded like there was genuine fear in that, the same fear that he felt when Ganymede began to seemingly self-destruct. Instantly, he felt a spiritual bond with the robotic man.

    "Wait, why is he here? Why..." his voice trailed off as he was shepherded off the docks.

    When he was being guided to the station, the walk felt strangely longer, twice as long as the walk that he made going to the docks. Mark had no idea which sedative or something was put into him. All he knew was that it messed with his brain to the point where he didn't even recognize what the police station was in the first place.
     
  11. William Buttersworth

    William Buttersworth Director of PS&E, Captain of the Revenge

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    The officer stumbled away from the armoured man, putting as much space between the two of them as possible.

    William raised an eye brow. That was...not the reaction he had in mind..."Okkaaayyyy," he said slowly, trying to think of the best thing to say to avoid the big man from flying into a rage. He had no doubt that if the man was to go on a rampage he would cause significant amounts of damage and a lot of potential casualties. The station had a police force, enough to police twenty to thirty thousand people but they were not equipped to stop a one man army. By the looks of the man's armour nothing short of a railgun slug would slow him down...William wasn't even sure if it would kill him...Maybe it'd just make him mad.

    "Soldier follow me, do not deviate. You may keep your weapon as long as you follow me, we are going somewhere quiet, away from all these people. Do you understand me soldier?

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  12. Brandon Keener

    Brandon Keener Rogue UNMC TARAS Commando

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    Brandon suddenly felt a strange dizziness coming upon him, he immediately knew were it came from, during the program he'd been extensively modified, genetically and cybernetically, but his implants were connected to his nerve system and most vital organs to either supplement them, or support them, or even fill their roles in a few cases. To ensure they worked currently he regularly had to inject a drug cocktail, one every three weeks. He'd gotten his last one on Ganymede and that had been four weeks ago, there were more in his bag but he couldn't execute the procedure in this situation.

    He had to get out of this fast. With three steps he was behind the man formerly talking to him and now grabbed him by the collar. Using him as a shield he moved into a small side corridor. But suddenly his vision blackened and he felt extremely dizzy again. The massive soldier stumbled to the ground, letting go of his hostage and held his head.

    Suddenly he began gasping for air, breathing but not breathing at the same time. Again his vision darkened and this time he slammed to the ground, unconscious.

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