//------------------------------// // Going "Ballistic" // Story: Omega's Post-Humous Log // by The P Co //------------------------------// The nights that followed were filled by a dream, one repeating dream. A dream of happiness, of freedom, of peace. A dream that might have already come true. While sleeping, few of his computer parts had booted up with his bio-electric energy focused more on his robot brain than staying conscious, sleeping on a patch of rough leather he ripped from an already killed animal, he layed it out as a sort of patchwork blanket to lay on and take the edge off the whole 'sleeping on the ground' thing, the animal's long, thick coat comforted him slightly as he slept. The only things that were cybernetically displayed in his barely powered state were a few images, the compound of the alloy of his armor, the Joy pistol and revolver designs, some images of when Kary-08 wasn't a total psychopathic bitch, Xero's arrival and 'Initiation' which was to drink a glass of 'wine', which was really food coloring, Sriracha, Guiness stout, and Grey Goose vodka. That was about 19% of the reason why Xero hated Omega and had a permanantly reddened tongue, the other 81% was from general hatred of his laid back attitude, and that Omega could easily switch in and out of his disciplined state, discipline being something Xero, as a fully trained and honored ninja, had had hammered into his head with the sharp end of a kunai. The bright sun shone through, 93 billion miles away and it had perfect aim, shining right through Omega's eyelids, he rolled over to get out of the way and got up, his determination to live was enough to raise his body from sleepiness, he felt significantly better than he had a few days ago, leaving to go and get some water, he turned to his lab. Now functioning, with a geothermal generator above the lava pool powering the machines which were chugging along with their carefully calculated functions, one was a power capacitor, basically a big battery, one was bonding the metal on his glove halves to make one whole, another was calculating data and doing other computery bullshit, and another was taking the data and making bullets, not the red-hot bullets that his Ballistica had previously fired, but they were still powerful enough to kill an armored enemy with ease. 'Now that I think about it, I don't really know much of what I'm doing, I mean, I know how to set up some basic dynamos, and program a repair and creation machine, but I only learned because I didn't like feeling stupid when Askad and the other scientists were talking, so I studied that shit, and learned how to do these things, luckily it's easy to make circuits if you're used to it, same with programming, and after all, I spent more than 3 years at that place, I only wish I had the materials to repair my battery .' <> He had reached his newer pool of water, the old one tainted by his face which he had not yet washed, taking a moment to stretch out the kinks in his joints, he took a big drink of the clean, cold water and filled up his thermos he had constructed, thirst satisfied, he began to make his way back when something caught his ear. *grrroooooorrroooowwwoowwww* He facepalmed hard, he had been instensely wondering why he was feeling weaker and weaker, and only now realized why. I'm fucking starving to death. Being half robot, he sometimes forgot he needed sustenance besides joint lubrication, charge-ups and plate repairs, he thought back, the last time he ate was some mildly poisoned food that the higher-ups had issued to weaken him, he figured out they were going to slowly scale up the potency of the poison until he and Xero had died, so he took the 1st day's worth of food and rationed it throughout the week, the last time he ate was a few bits of bacon, a few slices of carrot and a handful of mint water, and that was before fighting an army. He headed back to his base of operations to contemplate this new conundrum, Twilight hadn't come by yet to talk to him, and his weapons were offline, he needed a solution, and soon. He suddenly heard 2 clicks, one after another, he turned to check on his machines, he had made the machines have a click noise as a notifier of completion, he found that his gloves had been repaired and a few hundred rounds of 5.56 NATO ammunition had been made, he smiled. The Ballistic glove was an upgrade, essentially he had an SMG built-in to his glove, which fired a 3-round burst of 5.56 NATO rounds from each of it's 3 barrels, which was 9 rounds per shot, and the clip held 270 rounds, which was 30 shots, he had toned it down a lot, using his somewhat good hacking skills to rewire it to be a bit more practical for his limited resources, now firing semi-automatically, 1 round from each of the 3 barrels, with an automatic setting, and the clip holding 300 rounds, so 100 shots, the secondary fire was still the same though, the Intercontinental Missile Punch, which allowed him to propel his hand forward and meet the target with explosive force, it was great for demolition or just needing to simply punch the shit out of someone. He equipped his glove, which bonded to his hand via it's DNA locking mechanism, linked up his ammo warp, and place his armor suit torso and helmet into the floating energy field of the repair bay, he had already put the data of his armor into the machine, so it would simply repair the suit using its resources, but would take a lot of time, probably weeks, he did some quick maintenance to increase the efficiency and speed of the machine, having only hastily set them up to make some weak lighting. He placed the ammo in a warp zone marked by a metal wall and several small devices on the floor and walls, so that it was ready to be grabbed by a mechanical arm, loaded into the clip that would warp there, and warp out and into Omega's hands in a matter of seconds. "One of the most powerful beings of the human race, reduced to a mere hunter." he sighed. Feeling another pang of hunger, he set out, gun at the ready. <> Walking through the evil forest, Omega admired the scenery whilst scanning it for creatures, much harder without his actual scanners, but he still needed to repair his body-battery to safely store energy in his body and bring his personal systems back online, he heard a roar and immediately reacted. Kicking outwards to block the attacking appendage, Omega turned to face his enemy, a lion... bat... scorpion... thing. He immediately aimed and fired, a perfect shot to it's large head, the huge hybrid beast fell with a loud thud, after firing about a dozen more times to be sure that it was dead, Omega pulled out his knife and began cutting it. ... ... ... "Wait, knife?" he questioned himself and what was going on He felt the object in his left hand, the right one being gloved, he had merely reached for his Longinus scabbard and pulled out the object that was there, he realized somethine was off when he remembered that the Longinus was broken and was not even on his person when he arrived, he looked at the weapon in his hand. "The Light Arrow?" he said disbelievingly. Indeed it was, the double blade weapon with both blades facing forward, the small but powerful energy reactor allowing the user to shoot bolts of powerful laser energy. It was supposed to be broken, it was supposed to be... not here, but it was. The dark blue handle signified it was Xero's 'How did I notice that I had it for 5 days?' he thought, embarrased at his lack of personal perception. Though it was Xero's. 'Not anymore' he thought, Xero wouldn't be here to use it, so Omega would have to be the wielder, pressing down on various parts of it, which sent a signal to open an interface, and overriding the current DNA lock, he locked it to himself, the handle changing from a dark blue to a deep red, he tested it out by pulling back on the psuedo-string. It fired out a bolt, 'So it still works.' He now had 2 weapons, and one had a blade, after cutting a gripping handle into the beast with the bone slicingly sharp blade, he dragged it to his base. <> Re-approaching his domain, Omega dragged the beast inside, cutting it up, storing the blood for whatever purposes it could hold, using the skin with some sand and leaves he acquired to make a leather-bound matress, which he tied together in minutes. "That'll make sleeping easier." he said out loud, not caring about who or what heard him, after all, he was armed now. "Now, I need to make some food and lighting, the lava can heat some water to boil the meat off the bones and clean it, I can just pour that bloody-water mixture shit through the filter to clean it, attach a siphon to it to move it to the combustion dynamo, and the lighting I can get from some strings and fat-wax, mix that with a few oils to make it not smell like piss, and voila, candles, analyze any unknown chemicals, and I'll be good." He looked over his kill a second time, the first check was to see if it was dead or going to explode, the second check was for sizing it up and looking at it, maybe finding out things about it. He was impressed with it's size, it may not have been the result of 4 billion years of evolutionary succession, but what it lacked in success it made up for in qualifications Large body, lion head and forelegs, bat wings, scorpion sting, he knew it was a manticore from his advanced studies of mythology, but it was a pretty damn big one, he was starkly tall, at about 6 feet 4 inches, but the manticore was easily 7 feet standing, 4 feet laying dead, he used his new Light Arrow to cut it open and slice away small portions that could be scanned for poison. <> The process had taken until a couple of hours before sunset, while the meat cooked and the chemicals were scanned, Omega took off to find some edible herbs, he needed to maintain a healthy diet if he was to survive, he ran, not out of fear of coming home late, but out of needing to expend some energy, his body was still healing from the sheer amount of wounds he had sustained and how almost fatal they were, but it kept making energy, it would take weeks to heal whilst unregulated, if he could fix his body-battery, he could charge up and activate his regulators, then he could heal his wounds in a mere few hours. "Amazing thing, those regulators," he spoke out loud again, he was still armed and could take almost anything that directly attacked, so he didn't care who or what heard him "the blood one is able to redirect the blood flow so that more white blood cells and platelets are taken to the site of the wound cleaning it and sealing it, and the skin one overclocks regrowth of skin, using up less time and more resources, the muscle one keeps the 'burn' of exertion away, and if I can get a combustion reactor in my armor, I can use the lactic acid that my muscles produce to get more energy, and the others are useful as wel-." his he stopped talking as his jaw dropped at the sight Apples, a piss-load of apples, he found his way into an orchard, he looked in the pockets of his dirty but still completely intact pants and found something, removing it revealed it to be his wallet, he paused. He opened it to look at its contents, some bills, a 1, 5, 10, 20, 50, and 100. There was his driver's license, it was Class A and had all of the CDL driving endorsements, which allowed him to drive any type of vehicle, if the need arose Social security card and a credit card A picture of the team... His mind suddenly lapsed, 'something is happening' His memory stopped working for a second, he looked at the picture again. 'There's Askad, Kary, Xero, and me, and my name is...' his mind felt like it was rebooting, his robotic parts were suddenly online, his memories flooded in. 'and my name is...' his thoughts were cut off "Omega?" Twilight half-asked in a confused voice