Uprising: Land of Confusion IC

"Gentlemen, with these weapons and armor, you can crush any opposing force in existence." That was the speech told to political officials of seven different countries around the world. The speech was identical, as it had been prepared in advance. But it was the beginning of the end for them, as well as many smaller countries. The corporate alliance behind the plot had created identical weapons and given them to the biggest world powers. The plot should have been painfully obvious, but the governments were too blinded by their own greed and lust for power to see through it.

One by one, surrounding countries fell to each of these world powers. Once the smaller, weaker countries were out of the way, they turned their attention on each other. That was when the real trouble began. Armies marched into cities in various spots around the globe, only to find themselves unable to distinguish friend from foe. The corporate alliance saw its opportunity then, and took control of the armies. The soldiers no longer responded to the commands of their superiors, instead following the orders of the corporations that had created their weaponry, communications equipment, and armor. They turned on the people employing them, and swiftly, even more quickly than it had begun, the war had ended, with the corporations in charge of the entire globe. All hope was lost.

Or so it would seem.

Unbeknownst to the corporate alliance itself, there were those who opposed it from the beginning. So much so, in fact, that they made their own plans, their own weapons. Living weapons, each with its own unique abilities. One man was responsible for overseeing the projects, and he saw them through to fruition.

The woman known as Jenna Bast had watched everything as it happened. She had expected it. That's why she had taken a personal interest in the next generation weapons Bast Technologies was creating. Granted, she was only in charge in name, as her company had been bought out by a bigger corporation. That was why she had insisted on selecting the subject. She had chosen a young man, approached him, and made him an offer. He really hadn't had a choice in the matter, but she didn't let him know that. She had chosen him because of his circumstances. He had a problem with authority, which she felt would serve him, and her plans, well.

She helped him, giving him a purpose before taking him to her corporation's headquarters. She had taught him a method of breaking seals placed by an unknown source upon most of the human race. As a result, he had started to develop unique abilities before even arriving at Bast Technologies. That was where the fun began. He was altered physically and physiologically, in order to better suit their needs. Mainly, that was to make him look different, so that he no longer fit his established records. Essentially, it made him disappear from public record.

By the time they were done, he looked almost nothing like he had. His powers had developed to a point where he made an exceptional bioweapon. He was given the codename Guardian, and sent out to disappear before the takeover.

Traxon Flaim sat in a diner, watching the news. He had been in hiding for roughly seven months, when it had happened. He sighed, and shook his head. He knew he'd be getting a communication of some kind and soon. It was just a matter of when.

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Project D found himself tiring.

4 Days ago, the corporation that had manufactured him, Mal-Crowe Inc, had been attacked by the corporate alliance, and after seeing everyone around him slaughtered, and having taken several soldiers out as well, had found himself running.

And for four whole days he hadn't stopped running.

Until Now.

He lay down, and began to arrange his thoughts.

Angela had been on the run from Bast Technologies for six weeks now. She had taken to living in the dark shadows of the night. Spending the days in an apartment in the bad side of town.

She had not contacted her parents in monthes knowing they coudl possibly lead the corporation to her door.

Walking one night down the back streets she came upon a little diner. Making sure her black leather trench coat covered her wings she walked through the door and ordered a cup of tea.

Sitting there hse watched the news. as always filled with tragedy and now war, what was next? Looking down the counter she saw one other customer sitting there eyes glued to the tv a strange look on his face.

Traxon shook his head, then finished off his meal. He downed the last of his drink as well, then paid the bill, and left a tip. He stood up slowly, never having removed his dark sunglasses. He walked towards the door. His instincts pointed out the young woman at the other end of the counter. He raised an eyebrow, then shrugged. Not his concern. Not yet, at least. He stepped out the door, and climbed on the sleek, black motorcycle he'd built. Actually, he'd technically not built it, he'd used the production facilities at Harley-Davidson to build it several months prior. He'd then gone and erased all record of the construction from the company's computer and security systems. He'd been very thorough, so no one knew he'd done it. He started the engine, and then looked over his shoulder at the diner. Oh yes, trouble had started. And now he knew why Jenna Bast had chosen him for the project.

Project D woke suddenly.

Of course, he didn't have to sleep, but he enjoyed it, it was a cencept he had learned and used it as a chance to gather and sort out his thoughts.

He rose his nose and sniffed, yes, just the faintest hint.

He hunched on all fours and snarled.

Yes, Just over a mile away.

He began to run towards them, as he had decided he should do.

The Alliance Soldiers never saw him coming.

I notice the guy as he pays his bill and heads out the door.

Getting up I pay for my tea and take my leave walking out the door and into the street I I deside to drop my coat, spreading my wings after making sure then none were around to witness me I take flight.

There was something in the air tonight, I could feel it more then anything it was like a fifth sense.

I start trying to pin point the feel circling in small areas when I could sense it more, trying to see if there was anything that would be giving me these goose bumps and then I saw them.

Traxon knew the soldiers were nearby. He had felt them since before he even left the diner. It was funny, with everything that had been done to him, he pitied the men behind the masks. They started out serving their countries, then ended up becoming nothing more than puppets to a power trip. Well, technically two power trips. He shook his head, then turned in their direction. The bike zoomed down the street, and he flashed past several of them. As he came to a stop, a sword was seen in his hand. It was made of pure energy, and disappeared as he opened his hand. Several of the solders fell, out cold and badly injured, their armor in pieces. He climbed off the bike, and turned to look at the remaining ones, some of whom were being attacked by what looked like a werewolf. He grinned at that.

Project D grinned as he pounced on one soldier and then another. Technically this was his first true fight with the soldiers, and he wasn't going to let them win.

He ducked, pounced, slashed, and bit, and had promtly killed five within a single minute.

His senses had detected the Bike and it's Rider long before they entered the fray, and was glad to see that the Rider was attacking the soldiers and not him, not that it mattered much anyway to Project D, he would have enjoyed the fight anyway, and decided the figure, who he realised was not simply human, could wait at least until the soldier were finished.

He also began to sense another figure, this one also not completely (if at all) human. The only difference was that this one appeared to be in the sky.

Anka moaned as if in a great deal of pain. She couldn't remember where the hell she was as her eyes opened to the very serene and calm apartment about her. It was not her apartment that was for sure. It was morning, from what she could tell with the smell of coffee and the slightly dim light filtering int rhrough the shades.

She was on a sofa and had no desire to movie whatsoever. She closed her eyes again and tried to remember what had happened. Where had she fone or who had found her and had decided to help?

Her stomach growled angrily as it had been a few days.

She smelt something familiar, aside from the coffee. It was a gentle cologne and was comforting. So she either knew this man or knew someone who wore the same cologne.

Finally Anka sat up and really looked around.

"Hello?" she called.

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He also began to sense another figure, this one also not completely (if at all) human. The only difference was that this one appeared to be in the sky.

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Continueing my flight i see see the soldiers down below however they do not appear to be alone, as I circle above their heads I see them engage in battle first with one person who was if i was not mistaken no human at all but a werewolf. Then squinting I saw a bike come into focus, the rider so familar.

flying closer to the ground it was the man from the diner, the one who had given me the strange vibe.

I continue to cirlce poised to fight if I must, I wait to see how the battle well play out.

Traxon smiled at the soldiers, seeming unthreatening. As the soldiers drew and fired their guns, he seemed to ripple, and the bullets passed through him. He grinned, then shook his head. "Amatuers." With that, he charged towards them. He refused to kill, but that didn't stop him. In a flash, a group of seven soldiers were missing the arms holding their guns. He turned to look at the others, and raised an eyebrow. Then he looked at the wolf creature, before looking skyward at the young woman with wings. He thought for a moment, then nodded, and turned his attention back to the remaining soldiers. "So, who's next?"

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Jericho Arons hummed from the kitchen. He'd been watching events for a while. He'd seen his old friend, Jenna Bast, suffering as her company became engulfed by a larger company. He had also watched her special projects, knowing that one day, war would become a constant. So it was that when he found one of those projects laying in an alley, unconscious and almost completely naked, he felt he had to do something. He had brought the young woman to his home, where she would be safe. After all, for all intents and purposes, he was an old man, and not worth wasting time on. Never mind that it was he who had done most of the work on Project Guardian, aside from Jenna's own 'initiation' of the young man she had chosen. She'd been out cold for a while, so he made breakfast, coffee, and a few other things. He hadn't even thought about anything when he'd put on his usual cologne. He had no idea she'd recognize it from the lab.

I see him take off arm after arm then he looked up at me before questioning the remaining soldiers "who's next?"

It would seem he had everything under control so I landed about 25 feet away, tucking my wings behind my back i stood watching as he and the werewolf fought, they were obviously like me, creations of some corporation or other, a super soldier of sorts.

I wait watching, knowing they would be victorious but alos knowing this would just be the first of many battles to come.

Project D...I...me...he...stopped and growled, ready to jump at a moments notice.

Anka got up, surprised to find herself almost completely naked. She wrapped herself in one of the throws that was on the couch and got up. The young woman could smell something... Coffee... some bacon for sure... There was probably some eggs in there as well. But there was an underlying scent that was evading her. It was familiar and yet not so much.

"Where am I?" She said as she looked at the older man in the kitchen. The muscles in her legs were hurting pretty bad at this point but she wasn't going to pass out yet... No not yet.

Not again more like.

"Who are you?" She asked as she sat down at the table. What? She was hungry... swhe couldn't fremember when she had last eaten any real food that had not needed to be forced in through needles to disgest them.

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Project D...I...me...he...stopped and growled, ready to jump at a moments notice.

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Assuming he was talking no make that growling at me I walked towards him my wings unfolding as I walked ready to shut silver spikes into him should I feel the need.

"Angela, or Sky Seeker as they like to call me"

I smile serenily at him while still watching the man with the swords wonder who he was and what had brought all three of us to this place, at this time and why now, the war had been approaching now for a while small fights broke out all of the time, but tonight could that signify a change in tides, a shift in the balance.

Project D suddenly felt at ease with the winged girl, if thats what she was, and decided to let down his gaurd.

But not before he he killed the 2 soldiers behind him.

Traxon finished off the last of the soldiers, still refusing to actually take life. Then he looked at those that hadn't been killed, laying around him clutching lost limbs. He spoke clearly, and loudly. "Deliver a message to your boss for me. The Guardian shall destroy everything he's worked to create, and then see him placed in prison for his crimes." With that, he sheathed his swords again, and walked over to his bike. He climbed into it slowly, and then stretched.

Project D, not one for words, but not also wanting to kill any more, simply growled.

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Anka got up, surprised to find herself almost completely naked. She wrapped herself in one of the throws that was on the couch and got up. The young woman could smell something... Coffee... some bacon for sure... There was probably some eggs in there as well. But there was an underlying scent that was evading her. It was familiar and yet not so much.

"Where am I?" She said as she looked at the older man in the kitchen. The muscles in her legs were hurting pretty bad at this point but she wasn't going to pass out yet... No not yet.

Not again more like.

"Who are you?" She asked as she sat down at the table. What? She was hungry... swhe couldn't fremember when she had last eaten any real food that had not needed to be forced in through needles to disgest them.

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The man turned around, looking at the young woman, and smiled. Then he set the table, putting a plate of food out before her. He poured a cup of coffee, then smiled again. "Sugar and cream?" He turned to look at her again, studying her.

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Traxon finished off the last of the soldiers, still refusing to actually take life. Then he looked at those that hadn't been killed, laying around him clutching lost limbs. He spoke clearly, and loudly. "Deliver a message to your boss for me. The Guardian shall destroy everything he's worked to create, and then see him placed in prison for his crimes." With that, he sheathed his swords again, and walked over to his bike. He climbed into it slowly, and then stretched.

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I listened as he sent the message, um the guardian, who's guardian? Who was he, what was he? Why did he seem so distant almost as if he were the only one here the only one fighting.

Not that I was fighting but I was there and it was not everyday that a person flew to the scene of a battle.

"Guardian, is that your name?" I call to him as he climbs back unto his bike.

Project D, approached the Bike, its rider and the winged person cautiously. Who were they?

Part of his mind rationalised that they had just killed several soldiers of the alliance, which meant that they mist be on the same team as him.

The second part warned him to be careful.

The final part of him was completely feral and wanted to kill both of the people in front of him.

He tried to ignore the thrid part and simply growled.

Traxon shrugged, and looked at the young woman with wings. He studied her for a moment, then started the engine on his bike. "Be wary. It will only get worse before it gets better." With that, he gunned the engine, and took off.

Project D cocked his head unsure.

Should he take after the bike, knowing that he could easily catch up and or track the man for days.

Or should he stay with this woman.

He didn't know what to do, and looked at the winged woman, waiting for a response.