RTBAM(F)-M-IC

[Drakkon]

RTBAM(F) The one facility dedicated to complete cybernetic and biological advancement. 2012/4/7.

Karim watched despite how heavy his eyes were rapidly becoming. Just behind a weak little makeshift barricade he watched a Minotaur body slam itself into a Bull Koki. The fight was brutal, as both creatures were built for destruction. Several guards were inside the room as well in case things went beyond the usual 'bad'. Every so often a monster, particularly a new and aggressive one. Wakes up before the meds for it should have worn off. Usually a Bull Koki can bring it down, but as this didn't usually happen. Karim came in hopes of curing his repetitive life. As it stands, this was just coming into being just as repetitive as the rest.

Fortunately, the minotaur seemed to be winning. To get to that assumption he had to look carefully at how it had picked up the Bull Koki which was perhaps three times its body weight, and throw it hard enough to crush two guards. All at once the rest attacked it, one managed to hit it with a cattle prod. Only to discover this kind of monster doesn't get stunned like that. It just just gets fucking pissed. Dumb ass should do his homework. Karim thought with a sly grin on his face. Just as said dumb ass flew passed him. It had more then it's share of fights, Karim would give it that. He turned towards his Medusa, would it be wise to use it here? No.. it was fairly new, and the son of the bitch leading research would bitch and moan about a new test subject dieing. Again. Lucky for the bastard his assistant actually remembers to send Karim the files on the monsters they research, mainly on how to subdue or kill them.

Picking up a cattle prod one of the dead guards dropped he casually strode up to the beast. Who was busy punching a corpse into a wall. "Surprising... you've managed to subdue them rather then the other way around." He stated aloud, raising an eyebrow the Minotaur glared at him for a moment. "Put down the thoroughly beaten dumb ass, and come to your cell." Karim ordered, as expected the Minotaur understood. And lunged at him.

Karim leapt off to the side, dodging the beast. Significantly faster, then the minor guards there, and infinity faster reaction time. Karim gave a soft sigh, but the amused look was still on his face. "Just another bull in the herd.." He said under his breath before he dodged another lung. This time after he landed he jumped at the Minotaur. Arm. Spine. Neck. Horn, THERE. His thoughts ran quickly, and before it knew what was going on he landed a blow between it's horns. Moving back quickly as the beast flailed it's arms about. That wasn't exactly how the Head of Research explained how to easily subdue a creature. But the shock it received wasn't going to do any permanent damage, in fact it only pissed it off. Moving his hands quickly, around the prod he waited until the Minotaur lunged at him again, dodging once again he lunged at it with almost enough force to stick the entire thing in a human body. This probably just hurt a lot. Minus the shock.

The shock itself.. a small wave of electricity went through the thigh and the areas around. Rendering it disabled for a time. The Minotaur fell on it's own leg, confused as to what happened. At the same time a med crew and more guards came rushing towards them. Tossing the prod to one of them he started walking away. "If it starts attacking again aim for the head this time. I'd rather have the Head of Research missing a monster then a monster killing a quarter of the staff.. stealing away the goblin minions..." He yawned. "And recharge the fucking thing too, in fact you're going to get a momo about charging the cattle prods completely.. I should have been able to do three of those shocks equally and yet the next one will not only be weaker, but the thing will die." He explained. Turning the quarter to head to his office. Now I just need a rebel and my day will be complete.

[Grand Cleric]

The Vast blue sky was unblemished by clouds, allowing the full fury to the sun to pummel the tropical Island of Cleon, which seemed to come to live as the sun reached is peak in the sky.The howling of monkeys, filled the dense forest as they playfully swung from tree to tree, in search of ripening fruit and nuts, while the more sexually driven, adolescent males went In search of fertile females only to be driven off of or beaten to a bloody death by the dominant and territorial Alphamales. The primates were not the only ones to be roused by rising Gas giant. The sweet calls of the hundred of so tropical bird species that inhabited the Island joined the afternoon choir. And not long after the deadly predators woke for another day of feeding on the lower food chains. a horde of volatile Minotaur stampeded through the trees, their deep bellows resonated around the island.The monkeys that had once played so gaily and free , now screeched out in pain as the dryad like Itritch, fell upon them. razor sharp branch-like talons slashed and tore, effortlessly through the tender primates flesh. The crimson gore sprayed down through the trees like a shower of rain, followed by the mangled half eaten remains of a dozen or so monkeys, which were then subsequently lambasted beneath the hooves of the stampeding Minotaur. Life was but short experience for most of the creatures on this Island, even the frighteningly larger, deadly ones fore none were as frightening or deadly than Man.

They had come cleared swathes trees to build their harbor, their roads and of course their horrific research facility which was situated at the very center of the Island.It was like a tumor plundering the islands resources for its own insidious research, the very earth around it became acidic and bitter to the point no life could grow there. The enormous reinforced titanium walls clamped deep into the Island's core, like dental tools painfully cutting into enamel. Great plumes of sickening black smoke rose from it as its incinerators burned the remains of failed test subjects night and day.

The tallest of the many towers and spires that erupted from the vast facility, was exclusively dedicated to the offices of the research personnel and at its highest three floors were the heavily fortified suite, belonging to the depraved genius in charge of this monstrous facility, Doctor Urien Kinrath. He carried out his own twisted experiments here, as he had a personal lab installed with the latest and most expensive equipment in both scientific and medical fields. Here he was free to carry on with his private work that was so unnatural he could not risk his lesser's seeing it.

The shriveled,wizened form of the venerable doctor peered out from the vast reinforced window. It was the highest point in the facility and from here one could see the entire Island. From this lofty height Urien felt like a god among insects,which of course he was, in terms of sheer genius but also in depravity, which knew no bounds. S adly(thankully)While his mentality and knowledge in the ways of science was practically limitless, the same could not be said of his frail mortal form, which had to be sustained by annual organ replacement surgeries, which in effect all his organs were replaced with younger healthier ones and daily blood transfusions, All of this was but a delaying tactic for even one with his genius and resources could not stop the slow decay of time.

"What a disgusting display of such primitive life, unintelligent and basic, incapable of understanding th-the comp-lexities of o-our -World "No sooner had he wheezed the words out , he began to splutter and choke as old clotted blood was expelled from his weakening lungs out his dry and wrinkled mouth, a side effect of his daily blood transfusion. It was black and flowed like tar, staining his plaid flesh on his chin as it dripped its way to the floor.
Turning slowly away from the beautiful lush landscape, the corpse like doctor hobbled his way back to the metallic desk in search of some cleaning utensil.

Rummaging through the drawers his long spindly fingers came upon a thick silk handkerchief. After thoroughly ridding his skin of the black residue, he strapped the oxygen mask to his face, inhaling deeply filling his lungs to capacity pumping them with fresh dose of badly needed oxygen. He relaxed all his muscles and allowed the oxygen to do its thing. For this was not just oxygen there was tiny nano-machines, he designed himself many years ago, with each breath millions of these little machines flooded into his system helping repair the damaged tissue and cells, this monthly ritual also granted the good doctor remarkable cell regeneration, with out which he would have Died years ago.

This peace was not to last however, the slight tapping on the reinforced steel doors to his office, told him his assistant Mr. John palmer, required something.
"Enter" he barked as he removed the mask from his face replacing it with a simple clear plastic one, a basic but useful tool to prevent air born viruses and bacteria from invading his system.

Palmer's lanky form moved into the office , his usual self assurance gone in the presence of the sickly doctor. Her carried with him ten files, each a personnel file on a member of staff, each had the word "deceased" freshly stamped on the covers with red ink. he placed them neatly on the smooth desk and spread them out. At his Urien raised a bushy white brow, it was unusual for such mundane files to be brought to him.
"What is it you imbecile?"The doctors harsh words cut another chunk off the mans confidence.

"W-w-well sir these ten died in the last hour alone trying to subdue a single minotuar, its-its our legal responsibility to report it" palmer stuttered. He knew the casualty rate among staff was significantly higher than the official records indicated.

"There deaths were a necessary loss in the name of science, you need not concern yourself with such matters " Urien hissed , his cloudy grey eyes watching closely as droplets of sweat formed on his assistants forehead.

"With all due respect sir,not reporting such incidents is against the law" the shrew like palmer blurted out before he could stop himself.

"I AM THE LAW, NOW GET OUT OF MY SIGHT!!" Urien shot up from his chair, slapping his palms on the desk as he did so. His body feeling fully rejuvenated again as strength flowed back into his brittle limbs.Palmer jumped with the shock and left as fast has his nimble legs could carry him. Urien stared daggers at the middle aged man as he fled the office.

Holding down a button on his desk, it patched a signal through to the head of securities ear piece.
"Captain, My assistant has become something of a liability to the project, see to it that an unfortunate accident befalls him" his dry lips melted into a wicked smile, one that could be barely noticed through the clear plastic covering his nose and mouth.

[Lost Goddess]

Anahlie sat in her cave, where she chose to reside, rather than the rebel base hidden deep within the forest. She preferred peace and quiet to the daily happenings of the rebel base. She sighed and closed her eyes, letting her mind wander through the dark cave. She had many monsters who were loyal to her, but she would never call upon them to help her. She managed to always find her way out of dangerous situations and for the past twelve years she has been causing trouble for the people the rebels had escaped from the facility built to research on the monsters that roam the island.

She stood up from her chair in her hidden chamber in the cave and stepped lightly through the cave floor, her steps coud not be heard over the echoing of the snorting of the minotaur that guarded the entrance to her home. She stepped out into the sunshine of Cleon and smiled deeply, letting the suns warmth sink into her skin. She opened her electric blue eyes and turned to the great minotaur and said kindly " Thank you friend. You may go roam with your kin on the island, do be careful not to get caught, because i would have to come and rescue you too." She then turned and walked through the forest, not worrying about the monsters that roamed the forest. They would not hurt her, she was well known among the creatures that still roamed free.

As, she walked through the forest, she was joined by those creatures that were loyal to her. A bull-koki, medusa, and minotaur stepped beside her. She would have to plan carefully, she knew full well the danger it would be to try and raid the facility alone. She would attempt a sabotage this time, she failed the last time she had tried and lost a close friend, ever since she had not forgiven herself and she would not let another die for her. She turned to her three friends and said " Stay here and stay safe." She stepped out of the forest and looked upon the dark facility, that had sucked the life out of the ground around it. She walked along the brittle ground, and silently dropped her human glimmer and brought forth her monster form.

She now wore a great flowing black gown and her eyes were a brighter blue. She grew slightly taller and her hair changed color from blonde to abysmal black. Her skin paled and her vision changed. She could see the heat radiating from within the guards bodies, and she was careful to avoid detection until she was right on top of him. She tapped on his shoulder and when he turned, he met her eyes directly, and she kissed him lightly taking his very life essence from his body. The guard fell against the titanium wall and alarms began blaring, she hid within a deep hole in the ground where it seemed a fight had occured recently and she waited for her chance to sneak into the facility. She looked back to the forest and saw her loyal creatures step out of the forest, but she made a motion with her hand, and they stepped back deep into the shadows and watched with concerned eyes as their mistress was plotting a new sabotage mission.

[Higurashi]

As the sun rose across the island, steam begann pouring from the trees. The water particles gently collected into small clouds, and soon a bushwacking storm was imminent. Monkeys fled in waves from the Itritch hunter packs. Somewhere deep in the forest, a particularly large pack was feasting upon an alpha male primate and associated kin. Unlike the other packs throughout the forest, this collection of blood-thirsty monsters was coming close to something resembling intelligence.

Instead of eating whatever they felt like and throwing away the rest, the Itritch here were making damn sure that there was no sign of their presence. They even wrapped the bones in leaves, hiding them amonst the uppermost branches. For years, this particular branch of the Itritch family line had been persued. This had driven them to adapt, become more versatile. Little did they know that this was all a planned experiment. They would soon find out though, that despite their best efforts; they were not safe.

A younger male in the pack, newly added, was itching to move. They had been in one place too long. The alpha male had insisted that they stay and eat all they could. It would likely be their last meal for a while. The last time the young male had gone against orders, he had been savagely beaten. Sullenly, he sat on a branch with the other young males, waiting their turn for the last scraps of food. Out of the blue, a scratching began inside the back of his head. It steadily grew, overtaking the rest of his mind. Eventually, it came to be a thought. Why should he follow the pack leader's orders? Sure, he was the biggest and fastest, but there had to be a way to beat him. 'Yes', the thought cooe'd. 'Go ahead, work that marvelous little brain of yours and-' The thought was cut off as the young males advanced for their meal. The male that was thinking shook his head and came forward aswell.

Suddenly, he was shunted out of the way by the alpha male. Landing on a lower branch in a heap, the young male hissed at his antagonizer. The alpha turned to him, clicking back savagely in their tounge. The message was clear, back off or die. The young male thought for a moment, and hissed the same warning back. The alpha became enraged, and charged at the young male, hopping from branch to branch. At the last second, the young male leaped off the rotten branch he had been standing on. As the alpha male landed on the limb, it gave a great crack, and he went plummeting to the forest floor in a pile of broken bones and blood. On the way down, his head was impaled on a upward pointing stick, leaving him hanging.

In awe, the other Itrith males looked at the body, then back at the young male, then back at the body. Almost as one, the older Itritch turned to him and hissed. Most of the young ones and a few elders went over to congratulate him. This split the party effectively in half. Looking at the opposite majority, the young male hissed and slammed his hand into his chest, before loaping off through the trees. Those that had joined him originally followed.

Walking out of the brush under the older section of the split pack, Jacobsin smiled wickedly. The plan had gone off without a hitch. Giggling to himself, he pulled out a small switch and flicked it too on. The trees the older group was sitting upon split diagonally along the middle, sending a flurry of bodies and wood plummeting to the jungle floor. Any that survived intact were quickly rounded up in steel nets while they were confused. Of course, the stupider guards took casualties, but that was expected. In total, they had three males and five females off breeding age. Those too old for mating were uthenized.

The prospective breeding stock were loaded into waiting vehicles, cleverly camoflaged. Getting into the passenger seat of the lead truck, Jacobsin grinned wickedly. Even if the wild Itritch were hard to control, those bred in captivity over generations would be easier to manipulate. Upon arrival at the compound, Jacobsin found alarms blaring. Taking out a handy megaphone, he turned it on and spoke into it. "Heeeeeellllooooooo~! This is Doctor Jacobsin arriving from the jungle at large! Any rebels, would you be so kind as to show yourself so we can get this party on with? Thaaaaaaank yooooooouuuu!" Turning off the megaphone, he moved into the drivers seat, pushing the unfortunate guard out onto the ground and gunning the engine. It was going to be a very exciting day indeed.

[Drakkon]

Karim sighed, as the Head of Research started bugging him. "Well Doc I'd love to help. But this is your seventh damn assistant. Our sponsor, and boss says if you have one more killed, I get to have my men fucking taze your ass for seven hours and also allow me to film it so I may relive perhaps the greatest highlight of my life.. taking down a mad powerful scientist that creates his special brands of evil." He spoke nonchalantly into the mic. "Also this one is the only one to understand that I need some of those fucking findings of yours so my guys don't end up killing some of the more rare breeds when we find them. I also run those retrieval squads you nag so much." He yawned, entering his office and made a short motion to his own assistant/secretary. Signaling that he was in a call with the devil himself. "Now if you'll excuse me, I'll have to have my own assistant send another memo to some of the more idiotic guards who didn't understand that Minotaurs need more then the regular juice to subdue and anything less with piss it off." He chuckled before turning off his ear piece.

"Sara, you heard me. But actually send it to everyone. Also tell them to fully charge the cattle prods. Despite calling it an office, the room he had entered was an actual control room. About the size of a theater for the movies, and the giant screen at the end of the room held an overhead view of the island. A red dot signaled an alarm which was actually astonishing. "Sir, compound six has been breached. Orders?" One of the desk jockeys asked. Karim of course waved it down. Closest to the main labs where the head of Research resided, his building was more bulky, a fortress. The pens were held here obviously so risk of the newly arrived were significantly low. Compound six was a breeding area, as such yet another highly guarded zone. The island held fourteen sections, each held a compound like six. Section one, was the main section and the highest guarded, most information and dangerous captives came through here. Twelve, was the living section. Second in security if only because all guards enter the zone, not only that but the goblin horde resides there as well. Although weak compared to the Minotaur, ten of them can cause trouble. A horde of about five hundred and growing... give them guns and they can take over a quarter of a given nation. As such, these are the only goblins living now. Stragglers in the wilds are immediately caught. Section six was the main breeding and domestication area. As far as Karim was considered it was also the third most guarded area. "Let the sub-captain there handle it. At worst his report tonight will be having to use a Medusa to subdue the problem." Karim stated, sitting at his main desk with his coffee. Turning on his computer a security feed of the good old Doctor Urien Kinrath. As of two years ago, he had this secretly installed at their boss's request. If only for the fact that the Doctor could easily take over the island in a surprise attack should he desire too. Enough Wracks were created to do such.

"Sir, Doctor Jacobsin is at compound six taking control of a small squad that accompanied him at his request to capture some of the Itritch, and appears to be acting on the alarm. The sub-captain wants to know if you have any suggestions and to inform you that there have been two more casualties." One of the Jockeys called over to him. Leaning back in his seat he turned his head to his Secretary. "Sara! give me direct contact to Doctor Jacobsin, the Head Surgeon, and I want you to ask all sub-captains to test their men and send them to section thirteen for 'SE' training should they fail! They'res too many fucking deaths today and I know this facility is better then that shit." He yelled at her. Section thirteen, in keeping with the belief of number thirteen's supposed bad luck, was the punishment area. If you were a rebel unlucky enough to be caught, a tourist in the wrong place, or a staff member with horrid performance your sent there. For staff it's extra training, and repeated tests. The training and tests are to increase performance from the lacking staff, but should the standard performance not met in a reasonable amount of time.. they're sent with the rest of those sent there. The people... and monsters should they become too risky and expandable.. are tortured, torn up, and turned into Wracks or other cybernetically altered creatures. The fifth most guarded place on the Island.

When his connection was established he immediately started yelling. "Docter Jacobsin stand down. This is a security matter as such the sub-captain of that section will handle it. Understood or are you really some dumb ass with an outstanding cover? Leave the breach to us, and all of this will go smoothly, I don't need two people's plans contracting each other here."

[DarkShadow]

Jason stopped in his tracks as he heard the sirens, faint as it was. He ran to his dirtbike and kickstarted it. Something was going on, and he needed to find out just what. He rode through the jungle on a slightly worn path the rebels used for any recon missions to the facility. As he neared, he saw several trucks outside. A man took out a megaphone and spoke into it.
"Heeeeeelllloooooooo~! This is Doctor Jacobsin arriving from the jungle at large! Any rebels, would you be so kind as to show yourself so we can get this party on with? Thaaaaaaank yoooooooouuuu!" Jason cocked an eyebrow. Who was this freak?

He dug in his pack for what he needed. A small smile appeared on his lips, which was quite rare in his case. He threw a smoke grenade. As soon as it touched the ground, the smoke was already steadily rising. He tossed another in the field separating the jungle edge to the facility, so snipers couldnt get him. As soon as it touched ground, he pulled the throttle and rode onto the field on one wheel, headed toward the trucks. As he neared, he felt a bullet pass by his head. He ducked, pulling his own weapon and firing. He went to the back of the line of trucks, grabbing one man who had exited an vehicle by the throat and gradually choking him while he drove. He examined the locks put on the animal cages. A simple padlock and chain. He shot the lock and rode off before the two itritch's in the cage could get to him. He didnt bother to open the rest of the cages, the two would do for a distraction. He needed to halt whatever operation the facility was enacting.

He rode into the middle and dived off his dirtbike, letting it ride on, drawing the attention of the guards, and dug in his pack. He emerged with a c4 plastic explosive. He crawled in between trucks, planting a pack underneath each one, the guards being ravaged by the itritch's all the while. As soon as he was done he ran back to his bike and kickstarted it. Only it wouldnt start.
"Of all the times and places to quit on me..." He quit trying to kickstart it when a handgun was placed on the back of his head.






I shall use the art of roundhouse kick to the face in next post.

[LadyJane]

The pen made a soft sound against the paper as Anastasia worked through her latest report. She wanted to get her hands on a brain, really really badly. Psyching out patients was fun, especially in her office, lacking any mental stimulation what so even. That made it enjoyable, but in her lab she got to shock them and test their limits….

Great, now she wanted a test subject to mess with. Anastasia put the pen down, hand shaking from pressing the black ink too hard into the paper. Maybe Kinrath would let her have one. She glanced around her windowless office and sighed, no he wouldn’t, but she could dream right.

[Grand Cleric]

The doctors, well withered face scrunched up as if he had tasted something particularly foul and bitter, As the head of security, the brash, Karim Asim Isra addressed him with such a disrespecting tone and manner. Normally that would have resulted, in said person being shipped off to one of the many surgery slabs to undergo "Treatment","reprogramming" or "rehabilitation". Those were some of the many euphemisms, the good doctor used for turning difficult members of staff into the grotesque but obedient Wracks.The process was painful and anaesthetic was not normally provided, as doctor Kinrath believed that only through pain could one learn their true place in the world, as he had.

Urien Snarled at the captain, but before he could utter a single word the connection was neutralized.
There was few who could get under his skin like Karim could, by now he was an expect on the subject and could infuriate the venerable doctor, in his sleep. Karim's very presence in the facility was not only because of his outstanding resumé, but as a reminder to the good doctor of the higher powers thatserves. Karim was the means to which, the board of directors could curb Uriens, near total power. He might have been the greatest genius to grace the world , but he was also ambitious and cunning and when coupled with his depravity, was a recipe for untold destruction.

"The Insolent bastard" he hissed, denting the metallic desk with his right fist, which was actually completely bionic, though none could tell the difference as he had it completely skin graphed, it could also be utilized as a deadly weapon should an opportune moment present itself. "I will see him suffer tenfold for this" the doctor continued , even as the sirens began to flare up. Urien paid no heed to the noise commotion, he was perfectly safe here.

"Palmer, send for the head of Head of the Psychology, I want her in my office Immediately" He barked through the voice box located on his desk "-and then Report to my lab I have a special assignment for you" he added slyly as a vindictive smile washed over his face.
"yes Sir Right, away sir" Palmers voice crackled through the intercom.
Urien fell back into is high backed chair, cushioned with soft leather, he was intrigued as to how today's events would unfold.

[LadyJane]

Anastasia was reading when there was a knock on her office door. She didn't look up from the German on the yellowing page but merely called "Come in!" to whoever dared interrupt her personally time with Doctor Freud. She knew the face that came in her office, Palmer. Kinrath must want something. How nice.

"What so you want, Palmer?" She asked coldly, her expression like stone's as she glanced at the man like he was a bug on her stark white wall.

"Doctor Kinrath asked for you." He replied, and Anastasia put her book down.

"Oh really?" She uncrossed her legs and stood up. Muttering something in Russian before walking past the man with a nod. She moved from one department to other rather quickly, heels echoing clicks throughout the hallway. When she was faced with Kinrath's door she debated knocking for only a moment before she walked in without warning.

"What do you want Kinrath?" Anastasia snapped, crossing her arms and not even fully in the doorway yet. "I was busy."

[LadyJane]

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