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MARS-01 is property of the author, Person with many aliases
A/N: . . . means someone's thoughts. To get some of the names and relations of characters, read fic: "Random Bloody Roar Questions Answered". Story is Post BR: PF ---------------------------------------------------------------------------- --------------------------------
Scientists. They are people who work day after day for the betterment of humanity, constantly finding and creating new wondrous devices for people to use. That is the image we usually see though sometimes, scientists create for destruction. One of these so-called "scientists" now was working furiously inside his hidden lab to accomplish his next scheme for control. Blood and flesh hung everywhere on the operating table, the clean air fouled by death. The man there wore only shorts and a old lab coat and atop his head was a Mohawk which made the man who called himself a scientist look more like someone ready to go to a rave party. This man was Busuzima and he was looking for another tool for his plots.
"Hehehe, what a little interesting specimen I managed to catch today, to bad he didn't live to see all the wonders I did to his body!! Hehehe."
As the vile man continued to mutilate the corpse, he hummed a cheerful little tune to himself as the radio told the world the daily events:
"-Also on today's events, NGO leader, Yugo Ohgami is scheduled to have a public speech on the Zoanthrope/ human affairs and-"
Before the radio could finish its article, a bloody scalpel embedded itself into the device, leaving a trail of smoke and sparks to replace the words. Busuzima growled into the air and slammed his fist into the corpse to release his tension.
"Damnnit, him again, ever since that stupid mutt beat my little ZLF all he's ever been doing is showing off. This is my perfect chance to kill him; all I just need is a toy to do the job. . ."
Instead Busuzima just punched the corpse again before abandoning his little project for a tap. Turning the tap on, he let the cool flow clean the evidence of his deeds off his hands.
All the projects I had put so much faith in never worked: Bakuryu, Kohryu, Shenlong, Uranus, Neptune-.
Busuzima stopped at that thought. Neptune . . . my greatest work. But that stupid wolf, he just HAD to steal her from me . . . I need ANYTHING to get here back, and to kill that wolf man as well . . .
The moment those thoughts left his mind the radio that was smashed earlier uttered some final words before truly dying, like some strange wish come true.
"-And the speech will be held one week from now at the ruins of the Tylon main office buildings . . ." and as the radio sputtered the final part of the news report, a flash of inspiration hit the scientist
Hmm . . . Tylon HQ, eh? Perhaps the older model is still there. Hmmph, those idiot bosses, ruining that project during the peak of the experiment . . .
Then a cruel grin that gave away that he was planning once more broke out.
"Oh well, at least he was replaced by Neptune, that wasn't such a big lost . . ."
But if he still lives, all I have to do is some tweaking to his head to ensure loyalty, then I, the great scientist Busuzima will finally beat his opponents!!!
Quickly slipping off the lab coat, and replacing it with a normal one, Busuzima quietly slid out of the old warehouse into the lively night streets. By the time he reached the old rotted remains of the Tylon Headquarters, the dark had driven normal people back to their houses, driven by their urge to sleep. But Busuzima, on the other hand was never really normal.
"Bah, I never liked to be in the little junk pile, too much bad memories" he grumbled as the memories of before the ZLF days flooded back to him. Walking among the part of the ruins that would have been his lab, He finally found his target. "And those fools, never realized how much potential he had, even if he would be replaced." He walked over to a panel in the ground that looked suspiciously like a manhole, only that the surface was smooth and only a single handle broke perfection of the plate as it shined in the pale moon light. Busuzima continued to ramble to the plate for no particular reason.
"They told me to terminate you, but no I always plan ahead, nope my friend, you are still to useful," with a one hand he grabbed the handle and jerked the panel upwards. The cold air rushed out of the hole, leaving a faint mist in the air. Out of the hole in the ground rose a capsule the size of a normal man, filled by unknown green liquids and sleeping man inside. A man that has been sleeping ever since the first Tylon related incident.
"Ahh, I was hoping you were still in one piece" Busuzima grinned and rubbed his hands in eager anticipation "It would be nice to catch up on old times eh?" Busuzima placed his palm onto the cold surface of the capsule smiling evilly at all the chaos that could be caused by this man my ultimate creation next to Uranus, ah the pleasure it will be to serve me . . . the subject inside seemed to stir, like he knew Busuzima was there
"You will serve me well MARS, yes indeed"
A/N: . . . means someone's thoughts. To get some of the names and relations of characters, read fic: "Random Bloody Roar Questions Answered". Story is Post BR: PF ---------------------------------------------------------------------------- --------------------------------
Scientists. They are people who work day after day for the betterment of humanity, constantly finding and creating new wondrous devices for people to use. That is the image we usually see though sometimes, scientists create for destruction. One of these so-called "scientists" now was working furiously inside his hidden lab to accomplish his next scheme for control. Blood and flesh hung everywhere on the operating table, the clean air fouled by death. The man there wore only shorts and a old lab coat and atop his head was a Mohawk which made the man who called himself a scientist look more like someone ready to go to a rave party. This man was Busuzima and he was looking for another tool for his plots.
"Hehehe, what a little interesting specimen I managed to catch today, to bad he didn't live to see all the wonders I did to his body!! Hehehe."
As the vile man continued to mutilate the corpse, he hummed a cheerful little tune to himself as the radio told the world the daily events:
"-Also on today's events, NGO leader, Yugo Ohgami is scheduled to have a public speech on the Zoanthrope/ human affairs and-"
Before the radio could finish its article, a bloody scalpel embedded itself into the device, leaving a trail of smoke and sparks to replace the words. Busuzima growled into the air and slammed his fist into the corpse to release his tension.
"Damnnit, him again, ever since that stupid mutt beat my little ZLF all he's ever been doing is showing off. This is my perfect chance to kill him; all I just need is a toy to do the job. . ."
Instead Busuzima just punched the corpse again before abandoning his little project for a tap. Turning the tap on, he let the cool flow clean the evidence of his deeds off his hands.
All the projects I had put so much faith in never worked: Bakuryu, Kohryu, Shenlong, Uranus, Neptune-.
Busuzima stopped at that thought. Neptune . . . my greatest work. But that stupid wolf, he just HAD to steal her from me . . . I need ANYTHING to get here back, and to kill that wolf man as well . . .
The moment those thoughts left his mind the radio that was smashed earlier uttered some final words before truly dying, like some strange wish come true.
"-And the speech will be held one week from now at the ruins of the Tylon main office buildings . . ." and as the radio sputtered the final part of the news report, a flash of inspiration hit the scientist
Hmm . . . Tylon HQ, eh? Perhaps the older model is still there. Hmmph, those idiot bosses, ruining that project during the peak of the experiment . . .
Then a cruel grin that gave away that he was planning once more broke out.
"Oh well, at least he was replaced by Neptune, that wasn't such a big lost . . ."
But if he still lives, all I have to do is some tweaking to his head to ensure loyalty, then I, the great scientist Busuzima will finally beat his opponents!!!
Quickly slipping off the lab coat, and replacing it with a normal one, Busuzima quietly slid out of the old warehouse into the lively night streets. By the time he reached the old rotted remains of the Tylon Headquarters, the dark had driven normal people back to their houses, driven by their urge to sleep. But Busuzima, on the other hand was never really normal.
"Bah, I never liked to be in the little junk pile, too much bad memories" he grumbled as the memories of before the ZLF days flooded back to him. Walking among the part of the ruins that would have been his lab, He finally found his target. "And those fools, never realized how much potential he had, even if he would be replaced." He walked over to a panel in the ground that looked suspiciously like a manhole, only that the surface was smooth and only a single handle broke perfection of the plate as it shined in the pale moon light. Busuzima continued to ramble to the plate for no particular reason.
"They told me to terminate you, but no I always plan ahead, nope my friend, you are still to useful," with a one hand he grabbed the handle and jerked the panel upwards. The cold air rushed out of the hole, leaving a faint mist in the air. Out of the hole in the ground rose a capsule the size of a normal man, filled by unknown green liquids and sleeping man inside. A man that has been sleeping ever since the first Tylon related incident.
"Ahh, I was hoping you were still in one piece" Busuzima grinned and rubbed his hands in eager anticipation "It would be nice to catch up on old times eh?" Busuzima placed his palm onto the cold surface of the capsule smiling evilly at all the chaos that could be caused by this man my ultimate creation next to Uranus, ah the pleasure it will be to serve me . . . the subject inside seemed to stir, like he knew Busuzima was there
"You will serve me well MARS, yes indeed"
