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Shadows Of The Paragon, Post-apocalyptic madness
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post Aug 17 2010, 11:47 AM
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Cyril did not pay attention to the work of his comrades as he charged forward, at the smugglers exiting the trucks. He promptly punched the first opponent in the throat, effectively crushing hopes of any further breathing. He continued the move by grabbing the man by the clothes and tossing him at a nearby rock, which resulted in a sickening crunch as the man`s spine cracked. Spinning around Cyril kicked a smuggler, that had attempted to attack him from behind, in the face and sent the man sprawling to the ground. The man stared back at Cyril in horror as Cyril realized, that he had just been stabbed in the back and reached for the knife.

There was a crackling on the radio as something was being patched through, Cyril stared at the smuggler before throwing the knife into the man`s chest. Cyril turned to face the truck transporting the sygnite and swung the door open, but received a spree of pellet from a shotgun ammo. The pellets sunk into his face and chest, leaving dark marks, but nothing more. Cyril, not having flinched an inch jumped into the truck and swung his hand. A blade flashed and the smugglers head rolled onto the floor. The sygnite container was there, a black large crate with state of the art security measures, evidently no one had managed to open it, yet.

Cyril dialed in the code and the lid clicked open, he took a peek inside and witnessed a score of rods of sugnite all piled tightly next to one another. Sygnite akin to uranium had radiation, thus it was not healthy for any human to be exposed to raw sygnite for too long. Cyril was a machine, thus he could have basked in it`s light tough his appearance would suffer some damage from a long time radiation. The android closed the crate and secured it sitting down, waiting for the last gunshots to be quelled.

Soon enough as the body count swelled, the gunfire began to slowly die out and soon enough the only sound on the road was, that of a few severely wounded smugglers. The radio crackled again, this time the message came through.

"Make sure they are all dead, secure the sygnite and ready it for transportation. Check the smugglers corpses and trucks for anything out of place. The choppers are on their way, Radden out."

The commander relayed his orders as air was suddenly filled with the sound of humming, soon enough three, sleek figures appeared into view. Flying low, the dark choppers began to lower themselves onto flat ground. Everything was working like clock-work, as the commander had expected, they attack, secure and leave within a few minutes and the rest of the world would be none the wiser.

Effortlessly Cyril carried the sygnite container to the choppers, tough it seemed to be a ridicolously small amount, that sygnite could have powered a large city for years. As the method of creating the matter was a secret of Paragon, it was even more valuable and far more dangerous than most imagined.

Cyril however never bothered with anything that did not directly concern himself personally. He climbed onto the chopper and sat down in the back with a bland expression on his face as he stared forward, not even attempting to tend to his own `wounds`.


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post Aug 17 2010, 11:45 PM
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((I assume our characters are following?))

Alma continued shooting until she could see no movement from the enemy. She breathed a sigh of relief that she luckily had not been injured, with the amount of bullets that were flying. There were too many bullets to count. But Alma had counted. Whatever her eyes had seen, no matter how brief a glance, she could tell what weapon was flying where, and how many there were. It was worthless information now, but it had been incredibly useful just a moment ago.

She sighed again, this time in frustration. Whenever she had to process this kind of information, her body retaliated. It was like when she stared out of her window in the hospital and looked outside at the wall of a building long enough (approximately four seconds) and was able to determine the exact amount of bricks on it. 'Damnit. I'm going to get a huge headache from this. I can already feel it.'

She looked around quickly to check if her team was alright. Specifically, she was looking for Matt, who Alma had immediately taken some responsibility for keeping an eye on, not only because they were both scouts, but also because it seemed like his attitude would easily get him into trouble. As usual, everyone seemed just fine.

Now slightly distressed from a growing headache only made worse by the noise of the chopper, Alma followed Cyril (who had already gotten the sygnite) and climbed into the chopper. She knew they had to leave quickly after getting their job done quickly; that was how NULL operated. She had no idea what the sygnite was for, nor did she care. She was just glad to sit down.

She sat a good distance away from the android, just as she would distance herself from anyone. She glanced at the bullet-riddled android. Name: Cyril, made in the year 2994, so that made it 72. That was all Alma knew. People weren't exactly talkative at NULL, so there really wasn't much information to go by.

'Not too friendly, is he?' Alma thought, as merely an observation. Not many people were friendly in NULL, or anywhere in the world. Alma lost her memories a while back, and only knew the interractions she had with her family, who were, fortunately, kind people. But outside of that, she forgot most of her interractions with strangers, so for the last month she was forced to slowly remember this simple fact: The world is cruel.

Alma sat and stared at nothing in particular out the open door.


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post Aug 21 2010, 01:52 PM
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Once the clean-up was complete, the NULL personel boarded the choppers, that took off and disappeared from the scene within a few seconds. These choppers were, naturally, invisible in the radar so they could not be detected by any nearby military installations and even if they were seen no one would ask any questions, such was the power that paragon wielded. Countries, those that still remained, and cities had armies or security forces, but Paragon had sygnite.

The new power source was more than enough to guarentee, that one would jeopardize paragon`s future, but then again no age is without it`s revolutionaries tough they usually met a swift end at the hands of NULL. In Cyril`s opinion mankind had enough problems with the world in the state as it was, but the foolishness spawned by idealists continued to spin out of control. Mankind never seemed to learn.

The three choppers headed west towards northern china, to a fairly esolated region. The place was ideal for a NULL base as it provided seclusion from the rest of the world yet it was in reach of sector five`s main area`s of operation, namely Japan and Bejing. As the choppers drew closer to the base, what seemed to be some kind of hatch, opened in the ground and provided a landing pad for the helicopters. Once the choppers had slowly descended and touched the ground, the landing pads themselves began descending to an underground hangar. Inside the hangar was a fairly quiet hangar, which housed various weapons and equipment utilized by NULL.

As soon as the descent stopped, NULL personel began unloading the choppers of their equipment and the sygnite. Cyril allowed the mechanics and the lot to do their work, he was a killer not a workhorse and he was had other concerns such as fixing the damage to his face. Cyril disappeared out of the hangar without even glancing at the others and headed for the armoury, the place where he spent most of his time and quite literally utilized as his quarters. Only the mechanics and tech-personel visited the space besides him, tough they had a tendency to avoid running into the android or even being in his presence. Tough such fears were absolutely ridicolous, Cyril could only presume that humans were and would always suffer from endless xenophobia.

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Throughout the minds of every other member of the mission a psychic message was spoken and it was one they would heed, if they knew what was good for them. It was quite obvious, that the commander had remained in the base on this mission as he had not used his psychic powers and had resorted to radio`s for communication, the battle he had view through a spy satellite feed, which worked almost as well as being on the scene.

Team, debriefing now... and leave Cyril alone, I don`t want to argue with him. I already have a headache as it is and it`s quite obvious I can`t get through to him anyway with this message.

Radden had been a colonel in the Vienna security force before being relieved of his duties after his involvement in a rather scandalous affair, which involved a high body count and experimental weapons. Despite, or exactly because of, his shady background he had been brought in as the commander to this sector of NULL. Apparently there was more on his mind than the fact that the mission was a success.


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post Aug 21 2010, 02:53 PM
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Charlie jumped out of the chopper just to stretch her arms lazzily, somehow being careful enough not to touch anything -regardless of the fact she was wearing her gloves- "Well that was fun" She mumbled as she turn around toward Uri who was too bussy fiddling with a cigarrete in his mouth "Annoying if you ask me..." He was saying when the order slipped into their heads. "Aww for f*!@'s sake....can we skip that?" The girl grumbled.


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post Aug 22 2010, 02:10 AM
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There was no answer as, if their commander was contemplating on his answer and choosing his next `words` carefully. The next message did not have the same calm athmosphere as the first one, it was charged with a bit of sarcasm and sharp, stingng anger that rattled their brains a bit.

Oh we could do that my dear, we most certainly could. That is if you are keen on not receiving your next paycheck not to mention your next meals for the next month or I can arrange solitary confinment for you, you know so that you can talk to the walls to entertain yourself. You do not talk back, I say and you jump. Those were the rules every agreed to when they first signed onboard, now haul your asses into the de/briefing room instantly!

The psychic wave of anger swept over each team member, causing each to feel a bit of pain inside their skulls, causing some of the nearby NULL personel to suspect that something or somebody had managed to spoil the commanders mood.


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post Aug 22 2010, 07:34 AM
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"Jeez! Someone ate too much bitchy-flakes this morning..." She whispered as she cringed softly, both with the sharp pain in her head and the mention of not receiving her paycheck. Uri looked at her, and for a second they exchanged a glance of annoyance, defiance and finally resignation, which ended shortly when he hung his guitar case over his shoulder and started walking. "Let's get this over quickly" He said, Charlie stood there for a second, almost as if waiting for some support, but when the others just stared back she turn around and followed Uri stubbornly "Great team work" She mumbled as she chuckled sarcastically.


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post Aug 22 2010, 11:55 PM
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Irritably, Matt stuck a finger in his own ear, as if that would help dull the pain. "One member of this idiotic team sasses the boss and I have to pay for it?" He growled softly, shooting a glare at Charlie; he knew it wouldn't do any good, but he just wished he could... stab her, cut her mouth open and sew it right back up again, gouge out her eyes with a spoon and--

He took a deep breath, trying to get the ever-growing imagery of gore out of his mind. Approaching Alma, he grinned, looking every bit slimy as he made himself out to be.

"So, uh, are your legs tired?"

It was gonna be a horrible come-on, but it was really more of a distraction to him than anything else. He didn't feel like doing what he was told immediately, and the sharp pain in his head had hardly subsided. It didn't help that with the pain came a feeling of dizziness and the harsh reality that he hadn't eaten in two days. He brushed it aside, though.

"'Cause you've been runnin' through my mind all day. <3"

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post Aug 23 2010, 01:28 AM
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Alma, though she hardly ever lost her calm demeanor, audibly muttered 'Sh*t' when she felt the unwelcome shot of pain. She already had a terrible headache, and she did not appreciate Radden making it worse. In that moment of frustration, she felt as if she could throttle him, if only he was within arm's reach and if Alma had that kind of strength.

But soon she calmed down, and her headache dulled back down to an excruciating pain. Though she had a high tolerance for pain, so she could still function almost normally even with a persistent headache.

She turned to Matt, at first with an annoyed and perplexed look. But soon a strange crooked smile appeared on her face and she burst into laughter. This was an abnormal thing for her to do; normally she would ignore such things. But she couldn't help herself; she found Matt's comment strangely hilarious.

Matt, nor anyone else, had never really spoken to her much since joining NULL, and she was surprised that she found this amusing at all. Though being almost completely deprived of human interraction (but still somehow wishing to talk to someone) seemed to skew Alma's sense of how to react properly.

Alma calmed herself with some difficulty, and started walking toward the debriefing room, while talking to Matt,

"That's the worst line I've ever heard," she said, still amused, though she was trying to tell herself (though it was in vain) to ignore Matt after the immature comment he made. "I've heard of millions of other ones, and that has got to be the worst."


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post Aug 23 2010, 10:23 AM
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"It got you to laugh, at least." He smiled, shrugging his shoulders, and walked after her. Since he knew it was such a terrible come-on, he was just glad she hadn't read too much into it and started beating him like crazy; his brittle bones couldn't withstand abuse. He was quite confident, though; he was expecting unbridled aggression, or perhaps even to be ignored (which would've been the most logical thing to expect), and instead, he got her to laugh. It lifted his foul mood immediately, and he didn't quite feel like stabbing someone anymore. "So it was worth it." He decided he'd try to speak to her more often; she was, at the very least, not a prude.


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post Aug 23 2010, 11:45 AM
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Alma was still in high spirits, so she replied almost absent-mindedly with a smile, "I guess it was."

She looked around. The debriefing room's around here somewhere, isn't it? She usually knew where it was, but her headache- which was getting increasingly worse- was making it extremely hard to focus. At the moment, she couldn't think straight, much less figure out which way was which in this place.

She turned to Matt. "Hey, you know where the debriefing room is?"


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post Aug 24 2010, 05:54 PM
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"A couple of doors down from here... I think." He said absently. Of course, he was hardly looking forward to the debriefing, but it's not like he had much of a choice. Yet, being forced to do something just seemed to spur him into wanting to do the exact opposite.

When he came across the door, he held it open for the others to go through. It would've come across as gentlemanly, but he really just wanted to delay going into the room as soon as humanely possible.


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post Aug 25 2010, 02:08 PM
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What awaited inside the de/briefing room was a huge screen on, which all kind of data concerning the mission was being presented, rows of chairs for members to sit in and a commander, who seemed little more than pleased. Barely into his fourties, Colonel Radden was a man not to be triffled with, he had short black hair and a scarred face. The colonel wore a dark green army uniform, his whole outlook seemed quite strict, but he had a certain kind of laxness about him as tough he knew that the tough guy bull.... didn`t work here. He had been involved in various conflicts throughout his career and had more than enough to experience command troops in world war four, if that ever occurred.

Radden sat on the sidelines, waiting for everyone to find their seats before coughing out loud to catch everyone`s attention, which was quite hard, considering the short attention span of some the members, Matt namely.

"Tough the mission was a success, all the crooks wiped out and the sygnite recovered without a hitch...." Radden began on a somewhat congratulatory note, but his grin told another story. "But it appears somebody has been an incident while you were on this mission."

The screen flashed white before the presenting a map of Europe, the view closed in on eastern europe, to what was formerly part of Russia, near the Caspian Sea. The picture stopped at a valley, which had some fields and concentration of buildings in the center. It seemed as tough it was a normal colony with some reinforced concrete buildings in the middle, tough military practice they were not uncommon in colonies, which were usually surrounded by all kinds of dangers. Radden lit a cigarette and blew out a smoke cloud, his face was tense tough he did not be willing to part with the reason for his anxiety.

"This is Paragon Research Facility, Novigrad. Basicly a faux colony, should anyone happens across it perchance and any records are strictly confidential, they do not exist as far as the rest of the world is concerned.... Problem is they`ve completely dropped out of our charts as well, no communication or movement in the colony for three days. Needless to say someone has to check it out, which is being covered by nearby mercenaries being employed by Paragon. Normally they wouldn`t resort to using these guys to check something like this, but apparently they were called upon and entered the valley outskirts just as we finished our work with that convoy...."

Radden paused and gazed at the members, but did not say a word as he looked over each of their faces, simply sneered silently at particular faces. He however seemed to be glad, that none of them were posing any questions in the middle of it, Cyril would have seen to that already had he been present.

"We come in, if this situation is trouble, they are sending us. We aren`t going to rely on the mercs because they are led by a son-of-a-b*tch, whose reputation is not admirable to say the least. We are on hold at the moment, all leaves are cancelled and we are indound with a five-minute warning."

Radden concluded, but did not leave the room, he simply sat at the sidelines whilst glaring at the members. His eyes stopped on Alma, who was the frailest of the group and had not seen a lot of action. Putting her in the front as a scout might have been a mistake tough there was no sign of it yet, but Radden knew of her affliction brought about by her `amazing-memory`. Radden had read the profiles scribbled by the analysts, this mission was either going to make into a soldier or break her, if not be the end of the newcomer. It wasn`t uncommon, it was always the new guy, who died and the NULL personnel were already betting on how long she would last.

Her beginning had been easy enough, but it was about to get a lot worse.

Rookie Radden telepathically called out to Alma, he waited until they made eye contact before continuing his message. Go tell Cyril about the mission, you`ll find him in the armory, besides I some of you ought to go there to replenish on your equipment.

The colonel leaned back in his chair without saying another word, assuming that there were no questions, the situation seemed clear enough. He gave orders, they followed and acted as they were required to, including taking care of themselves and making sure they were combat ready.

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Meanwhile Cyril in deep concentration as he plucked the pellets out of his face, he slowly pulled out the last pellet from his forehead with the pincers and stopped to stare at it momentarely as the nanomachines in him closed the small wounds on his skin. He dropped the pellet aside as he sat on a table besides a number of shelves, piled up with weapons of all kinds. The room around him was spacious and there were a few tables in the middle for various repair functions, Cyril usually utilized one of these as his bed as he had no need for the comfort of a soft surface.

Throughout the year he had occupied the armoury, he had made an awkward acquintance with some of the armoury executives, who usually considered him a part of the armoury more than an intruder in their workspace. Cyril had been asked why he chose to isolate himself in such a space, he had not answered, but he found the place far more pleasing than sleeping around the humans. Truth be told he still could not understand how such a feeble race had managed to become masters of the planet and even more so, create him, but he recognized that they had a penchant for destruction and building.

They never managed to preserve anything tough, maybe because their fickle and short life spans ended so soon. Cyril was locked in deep thought as he clicked on various small joints in his left shoulder, next he twisted the arm around 180 degrees and simply detached it as it was supposed to come off. Actually originally it wasn`t, but over time he had made various adaptations to himself and his original arm, which had appeared human, were long gone. They had been lost in battles of, which Cyril had crystal clear memories and that had thought him just how unhospitable humans could be.

Cyril placed the arm aside and activated some functions of the table, which brought out elongated robotic-arms from the sides of the table. Controlling the arms, Cyril began tinkering with the arm as he saw fit. He trusted these machines and weapons more than the people around him, at least they were plain and open about their intentions, not to mention did not fail to carry out what they were meant to do.


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Alma stared back at Radden for a moment after he was done with his message. Then she nodded as she stood up and walked out of the room.

Her headache was steadily going away. 'Finally,' she thought, more in frustration than in relief. The headaches were usually horrible, but brief. And she hadn't taken her medication in a few days, mainly because she had simply run out and, since she was new, she hadn't received a paycheck yet since joining NULL.

She was quick at finding Cyril, who seemed to be undergoing some repairs. Though she was hesitant to speak up; she found the android's aloof demeanor slightly intimidating.

"Hey," she said, trying to get his attention as she stood next to him. "We have another mission. There's been a suspicious lack of activity and communication between us and Novigrad, so we're waiting for orders to check out the situation. After the mercenaries get in there, that is."


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post Aug 26 2010, 12:03 AM
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Cyril did not even flinch or acknowledge her presence in the room as she told her message, but after a few seconds he turned his head to face her. His expression was blank and devoid of emotion, but he seemed to be measuring up the new recruit and inspecting her from head to toe. Finally his eyes stopped and he stared right at her.

"IŽll be ready when the time comes."

He answered bluntly, but it seemed as though there was more that he wanted to say than those few cold words. Truth be told, even with all the logic and information packed inside his head, Cyril was unable to figure out why she of all people had been brought into NULL.

"You, Alma, don`t seem to belong here." He said as he turned his attention towards the arm on the table, he was picking it apart piece by piece and seemed to be intent on reassembling it after maintenance or adding something to it.

"Your record does not indicate any former combat experience, no military training, no criminal record. In addition your family is poor, who managed to scrap up the necessary funds for your implant.... You can remember a ridicolous amounts of things yet your brain has trouble processing all the information or storing it efficiently for that matter. Ideal for a scout, but not so when you are human."

Cyril listed her various faults and the one strong point, which seemed to pique his interest, but seemed somehow distant as he spoke as tough he was merely a spectator in some tragedy.


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While the debriefing was on the go, neither did Charlie or Uri seem to react much to the news of the oncoming mission. Uri just sat there, apparently focused and listening, but the bored expression, underneath it all, was obvious. On the other side Charlie just looked plainly impatient and bored as she shifted in her seat.
When the meeting was over, the girl happily got up and walked to the exit while Uri -as always- gave himself some time to light a cigarette before following her "So...I guess it's...sorta like going back right?" She asked abstenmindedly as she checked all her guns to see what ammo she needed, Uri sneered softly "No at all"


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