The Perfect Man

[Demos Straxus]

He is perfect. Although appearing fully human, his body is infact a perfect synthetic equvilent. He stands at 6'4", and weighs 500 pounds. The weight is taken up by his body, the likes of which the greeks might have wept to carve Perfectly forms, and beautiful to behold. Even now, standing at rest, his nude body seems to gleam under the display lights. His eyes are a bluish gray, and stare perfectly ahead, at attention. The head has has a short, well maintained crew cut of bronish blonde hair. The skin is the colden brown of a perfect beach tan. Beneath the layers of cloned muscle is one of the most precise and complex compute systems devised by man. It is programmed with terabytes of information intergral to it's mission.

It is called a Terminator. This one, code named Hal by the human resistance that captured and reprogrammed it is assigned a very specific mission. Skynet of late has begun to realize the full value of it's time travel technology, and has begun plans to systematicly wipe out the human resistance before they are born. Among those targeted for assassination is Grace Madeline Howard. Mother of tech Sargeant Guido Howard, whose technical expertse has been invaluable to resistance's capture of Skynet technology, this unit included. "Hal's" programmed mission is to safeguard her, as well as insuring that she bears Guido, as a child. Most strangely of all is the fact that Guido's DNA is a close match for that of one John Candy, the genetic basis for this Terminator's genetic blueprint.


OOC: Basicly, this is a very.......very strange love story....with gun chases and mortal combat . Looking for a TX and a Grace. PM if interested. I'd like to see a bio on your char if possible. Supporting characters would also be welcome.

 

[Demos Straxus]

3:45 AM July 31 2002

It is nightfall in the city of angels when something disrupts the tenuous tranquility of the city at sleep. In the shadows of a back alley, electrical enegy began to crackle, flowing through the conduits around, and causing the lights in the alley to flicker and die. In the midst of this came a huge roar as a sphere of energy formed in the middle of the alley, melting holes in the walls about it, and forming a perfectly round space. When it flashed away a man knelt in the alley, perfect in every way, nude, but unblemished. He slowly rose to his feet, reguarding the world about him for a moment before calmly stepping out of the crater formed by the sphere, and into the night. He had a mission to accomplish.

 

[rvplymates]

ooc: Grace is blonde, 5' 7", crystal blue eyes, very expressive, 130 lbs, well developed but toned, schooled in MAs that is how she protects herself from men, she knows the killing blow has never had to used it. She was on a track team in school and won awards.

IC: Grace had started her day with her usual one mile run and then returned to her home and showered. As she dried herself she shook her head and her thick blonde hair fell into place. She was concentrating on the work she had to do today and her eyes seemed to express every move she planned to do. She stepped into her bedroom, placing the towel on the rack and she want. She dressed in a dark blue business suit, light blue silk blouse and dark blue pumps. She didn't believe in high heels as she was a woman that need speed to do the things she planned. She walked quickly to her car and drove the five miles to work.

Grace walked into the office and there he was again, she rolled her eyes. That man just never takes no for an answer, she thought. A few barbs and a nasty attitude sent, the jerk away with apparent anger in his eyes. Grace smiled and walked into her office, opened the blinds and let the sunshine flow over her body. She turns to her chair, took off her suit jacket, placed it over the back of the chair and sat down and turned on her computer. Her fingers glided over the keys.

 

[Mayu]

5:00 AM July 31 2002

TX Had been made to kill and she would do just that, her green eyes scanned the area she didn't know where she was just yet, she slowly stood up and stepped out of the sphere she was in and noticed her nude body. TX saw clothing around her, she came to a mannequin that was fully dressed so she dressed in the outfit. Her blond hair pulled back in a pony tail as she noticed she was locked down, she punched through the glass and left, going right out of the mall and right across the street she saw a car and walked right to it, a woman in it a nice sports car, she took the woman broke her neck and tossed her out of it and got into the car, driving off like there was nothing to it.

 

[Demos Straxus]

"Hal" As he was refered to by the human resistance stepped into the bright, antiseptic office space that housed his primary goal. He had been provided with concise information detailing her wherabouts, and appearence by the resistance, including digital photos taken of her that were time appropiate for this period. As he was programmed to, the Terminator had aquired clothing suitable to his appearence, mainly a black leather jacket, leather pants, combat boots, and a black tshirt. A pair of wraparound black shades completed the wardrobe. If he had any understanding of how this clothing stood out in this enviroment he gave no indication, instead stepping calmly into cubicle 199 and speaking unemotionaly to the 5'7" blonde inside, automaticly registering her as the correct target.

"Grace Madeline Howard?"

 

[rvplymates]

Grace was deep in concentration when a male voice asked a question.

"Grace Madeline Howard?"

She continued to type for a moment and then it struck her someone was in her office. Her eyes were still glued to the PC screen as she turned her head. She hated to be disturb when she was working. A nasty barb was right at the tip of her tongue when she saw the mountain of a man standing in front of her. She stared at him for a moment then sprang out of her chair and went behind it holding the back of it as if it was a weapon.

"What do you want"

Her eyes darted around looking for an avenue of escape, then rested back on him. She was poised to attack now, her body straight, her mind alert, her feet ready to run either at him or away from him. Whatever happened she was ready for it.

 

[Demos Straxus]

For all that her fear affects him, he might have been cast from steel, a hyperbole not far from the truth. He steps slowly into her office, his military style boots leaving deep indents in the carpet, more than even a man of his size should bear, and draws a desert eagle handgun from an inside holster, raising it to ready position at his left shoulder.

"Come with me if you want to live."

The words are flat. Devoid of even a trace of humanity, and the gaze beneath his dark glasses is utterly flat. Emotionless. Machine-like. Suddenly his head swivels to the left, tracking some unseen foe on the other side of the cubicle devider, and he then tracks rapidly back to her.

"We must go. Now!"

 

[rvplymates]

Grace could not believe that this stranger was threatening her right in her own office.

"So if, I don't go with you, your going to kill me. I think not"

She went into her fighting stance ready to at least give this man a run for his money. She didn't take threats from anyone, not even this big hulk of a man. She watche him closely ready to deliver the killing blow if she had to.

 

[Demos Straxus]

The terminator gave not the slightest reaction to her movements, but when he spoke it was with confusion, as if she had asked something outside his understanding.

"No, you must live."

Not waiting for a response he stepped to the wall, and unleashed a hard kick, smashing easily through the plasterboard facade of the cheaply produced wall, raining white dust and debris upon them both. At the same time his hand snaked out, reaching to grasp her firmly on the wrist.

 

[rvplymates]

Confusion showed on her face as the hulk of a man spoke.

"No, you must live."

Before she could say a word the huge stranger moved like lightning and kicked a hole in the wall. He grabbed her wrist and pulled her to him. She found herself against his side, feet off the ground. She felt like a football tucked under some receivers arm in a game. He ran like nothing she had ever seen in all her years of track. The ground was just a blur; she did not know where she was going.

Strange the stupid thoughts that comes to ones mind in times of stress, all she could think of was that she had left her suit jacket back on her office chair. She actually giggled at the thought or maybe it was hysterics she was suffering from. Suddenly he stopped by a Harley of all things. He placed her on the street, holding her wrist firmly, sat it and placed her on his lap in front of him and tore out of there like a devil was after them. He tipped her to the left; his arm firmly around her waist and controlled the Harley with his right hand. His hard body pressed against hers, panic ran through her veins as he drove.

"STOP, STOP"

Her words were drowned out by the wind and the sound of the Harley.

 

[Demos Straxus]

His movements at the controls were deft, and sure, unobstructed by her screaming, and attempts to make him stop, or otherwise desist. For all their proximity he seemed unmoved by her. Uninterested. He gave the motorcycle a highe degree of concern and care than her. After roughly 15 minutes, he pulled the bike into a paking garage, and dismounted, releasing her at last fom his firm, almost tende grip.


"You ae in great danger. I have been sent here to potect you."

 

[rvplymates]

As he released her, Grace looked around figuring out her next move. His voice sounded dispassionate as he spoke.

"You ae in great danger. I have been sent here to potect you."

Grace laughed a bit hysterically.

"Yes, I know I am in great danger from you, your a maniac. Coming to my office, kidnapping me, driving like a madman throught the streets to God knows where and then you say you have been sent to protect me, protect me from what, probably from you"

Grace's temper was unleashed and she stamped her foot as she finished. He was staring at her. When he took a step toward her she turned and began running away from him.

 

[Demos Straxus]

The terminator watched, calmly as she sprinted away from him. Consdering carefully his options. Unhurried in his response. Were he not assigned to protect her, shooting her in the leg would have been a viable option. As it stood he was not allowed to do her any harm. Instead he moved after her, his muscular body moving with a speed beyond the par of an olympic class track star. In less than a moment he had passed her, moving before her, and then stopping to let he colide with him.

"This is a wasted of time."

 

[rvplymates]

Grace looked back but once and it seemed he was going to let her go. As she turned to see where she was she slammed into something hard.

"This is a wasted of time."

Lynn bounced off of him and would have fallen down but his hand shot out to steady her.

The front of her body hurt from the impact, especially her breasts.