(author's note)
I don't want to sound like a needy basdard but the lack of reviews is kinda disheartening. If you guys could just take a few seconds to post a review it would really help this story move forward. I'll go on regardless but reviews give me an idea of what I need to fix and really help me out. Oh and I'll say it again thank you all of the lovely people that followed me you guys are fucking awesome.
"I used to think of myself as nothing more than a monster a killing machine good for nothing but death and chaos. And for a long time i was right. Until the day i met her. My name is Isaac crane and this is how an alien gave me something to live for again."
"menace-1-5 do you have line of sight to the target?
"Yes came the voice of the sole occupant of the skyranger.
"Good commander's orders are to secure the package at the blacksite and eleminate all hostile targets".
"Sounds easy enough" the distorted deep voice replied
"anything i should know?"
"The commander wants a live one this time. Doctors orders."
"Anything specific?"
"No anything other than a trooper should be fine"
The figure let out a huff of agreement as the ramp of the craft opened up
"showtime"
Ignoring the ropes that fell to the ground he droped down his heavy armor and leg strengh absorbing the impact.
Just looking at the blacksite brought up memories most of them not very pleasant.
(flashback)
He was born into a wealthy family and was rich beyond what most men could ever dream of but ment little as there were things money could never buy. That and years of living in isolation with his grandfather along with his interactions with the "cultured" portion of america left little more than a bad taste in his mouth and for that reason he set up in a simple apartment that most wealthy folk would never even consider and it was for that very reason he lived there for it kept him out of the spotlight something he never wanted.
Until the insergent raid in the city square that cost him two of his fingers and gave him a punctued lung that ended up with him being rushed to the nearby gene clinic for "treatment". Even then when he still belived ADVENT's lies everything about the clinic was just wrong- the flawless white walls the lack of any distinct smells the nearly dead silent hallways. But that was nothing compared to the hell he would wake in. At first there was nothing to suggest what was to come for he thought that ADVENT would care for him like any wounded visitor. He had no idea just how wrong he was for the treatment did come-but not long after came the pain more pain than he had ever felt before and the darkness would follow.
The cycle would repeat and in the few moments he was awake and was not in pain or forced into one of their tests he questioned why no one had found him or why they were doing this to him. Cold harsh reality hit him when after a paticuarly harsh "session" they forced him to kneel in front of a strange suit of armor isaac realized what they wanted for the suit looked like death itself had crept into the mortal plane with its long flowing coat that was like a shroud of darkness over the main body with the shoulder pads and gauntlets laid over the sleeves the tail hangings in the back hung just above the ankles. He knew then they wanted him for a weapon of sorts and that they had made a fool out out of him.
Dispite that soul crushing truth however isaac refused to give them the satisfaction of watching him break. Their experiments turned the pain into fuel his twisted and transformed body able to endure the physical suffering they imposed upon him. They created a monster and soon they would reap what they had sow...
(Jacob's point of veiw)
Jacob was nervous for there had been more ADVENT troopers than intel had suggested and they were only halfway to their objective. The team he lead(agents killjoy, shark,and monkey) had taken a few hits on the way in and he had worked with all of them long enough that to lose one of the numskulls would be like losing a brother or in monkey's case a sister. He was snapped out of his thoughts when he heard strained breathing coming from a room to his left.
Motioning for his team to follow they stormed the chamber sweeping for hostiles. The room was empty other than a pod with someone that was still...alive? That was baffiling in itself for all of the captives he had ever encountered were already dead and processed.
"Oh shit... Killjoy said quietly a look of horror on his face
"What is it lad?" Shark asked concerned as he walked over to killjoys side.
"It's a sentinel" he said in a low voice raising his shotgun as he backed away from the pod
That one phrase sent an icy chill through everyone in the squad as all of them knew how horrifying fighting a sentinel could be.
"Alright we fire on my count." Jacob said as he readied his cannon into a firing position
"Wait"
"Sir you know how dangerous these things can be."
"The brainwashing process has not been completed with this one. He could be a valuable ally."
Jacob was torn... Sentinels were easily the the most dangerous of all of ADVENT's forces and he damn sure didn't favor his teams odds in a fight with one but... If the commander was right this would be the first time xcom would have encountered a sentinel not under enemy control...
"You heard him, get it open" Jacob sighed
Monkey sent her gremlin out and not long after the pod opened and the sentinel slid out with a machine holding his wrists in place.
He was around seven feet tall with ghostly pale skin that was almost pure white and sickly looking along with muscles that looked like he had spent all of his life working out. He had black veins throbbing along his arms and legs that seemed as they were about to pop under his skin. His arms and chest had several deep gashes and burn marks that had long healed over.
His eyes were amber with slits like a snake. He noticed small patches of what looked like scales on his arms and shoulders. Cybernetics could be faintly seen under his skin. It was clear he had been here for longer than any living creature ever deserved. Another machine slid out from behind the pod and started to fit the armor that while it looked different for every sentinel it still was one of the reasons sentinels were so feared
The machine spent several minutes fitting it the sleek frame fitting his body perfectly and it came with a coat. The coat had an open collared torso and it hung tightly to the fame giving it a sleek and form fitting appearance that was like a trench coat but it had no material hanging in the front and the excess material in the back hung longer than most coats he had seen. His gauntlets and greaves were steel grey and so was the torso armor and in between the plates the material looked like the nano fibers xcom used. On his right glove all five of his fingers had blades that went over his fingernails. Each claw was around 3-4 inches in length and the back of each one extended past his finger joints and extended past his knuckles and the one on his thumb was smaller and had a hook shape to it and all five were single edged. But the most distinctive part of the suit was the mask that covered his face even inside the pod the lens sliding down to cover his eyes.
It was a human skull with an evil grin plastered on with a somewhat bio-mechanical appearance. The lens were blacked out and while his eyes were freakish they were preferable to the soulless black glass. The black hood that he wore over his mask and the coat combined with the rest of the suit gave him a dark grisly and foreboding appearance.
When the machine was finished it clamped restraints on his wrists binding them together tightly
Considering that he was restrained Jacob plucked up his courage and placed his hand on the sentinels arm and said
"Sir?"
(Isaac's pow)
As he he looked down at the african american man who was clearly the leader of the of this team. They all had a rugged appearance and all of them were using ballistic weapons. Even with outdated equipment they all looked like warriors so at least he had some respect for them. Though he could not feel him directly he could tell the african man's hand was on his his arm and with a snarl isaac wrenched his arm free.
'hey take it easy!" The african man said a little startled. Ignoring him isaac noticed the xcom symbol on his torso and his mind flashed with white hot anger. He had lost his thumb and ring finger to a stray insurgents bullet although due to his new body both had regrown.
Isaac stalked forward fully intending to tear the xcom agents limb from bloody limb in a bout of rage
"Are you sure you want to take this path? I can think of far more pleasant alternatives." a soft voice spoke in his head
"who are you?!" He thought annoyed at the interruption of the impending slaughter.
"I am asaru the commander of xcom."
That nearly sent issac over the edge as it was taking every ounce of self control he had not to murder the african man that was the closest to him.
"Give me one good reason not to rip your men to pieces" he thought angrily as he tried to break free from his restraints
"Because we can lead you to the one who did this to you. Is that not preferable to needless bloodshed?"
That abated isaac's rage for a moment as he thought it over. He could not go back home for his people had exiled him and his apartment was out of the question. But now he was nothing more than a monster to be used and discarded... As he looked down at his hands there was no being in creation not even the elders that rivaled the hatred he felt for the creature he saw now...
"I accept." he thought for now that he had calmed he knew they were not really responsible and he would have killed them for nothing and that all of them were worth more than he ever would be.
The african man who had stayed silent during the exchange walked foward slowly exending his hand " sgt- jacob rodgers" he said a hint of fear in his voice. "
Mind telling me your name?" jacob asked "
Isaac hesitated as he felt after his transformation he wasn't worthy of his true name anymore...
But there was a title in his family that had been passed down for decades a title his grandfather used to hold...
"Reaper" he said speaking for the first time since his capture
Jacob nodded satisfied with his answer
"Can we get the hell out of here now?" A younger man piped up
As the squad prepared to leave reaper took a moment to look search the room for something he had lost and hoped dearly was still there. With some difficulty due to his restraints he ripped off a promising and to his great joy both of his M1911A1 handguns were still there. Both pistols were a reflection of the blood sweat and tears he had shed to earn them and the years of Wear and use showed how they were not just weapons but extensions of himself...
"those cuffs will have to stay on for the moment. As I'm sure you already discovered they are difficult to remove. That and they will make my subordinates more at ease unfortunately"
Reaper had to agree with that for even with his superhuman strength the cuffs were next to impossible to remove by force alone.
Taking slow steps he moved to catch up with the others...
(End of flashback)
"great.. this again." He grumbled as he stalked through the forest...
(Authors notes)
I took a look back and fixed all the stuff that had been fucked up in my first realease this one should be better.
And as a side note I added the claws because I played the force unleashed the other day and I thought the claws on the sith stalker armor looked badass.
