**A.N: Here's a little idea of mine I came up with while browsing the BGC
RPG books. Hope you like it.
Prologue:
2035 in an underground Mega-Tokyo lab, owned and operated by a Canadian weapons firm....
Only a few dim lights kept the room's contents visible. Masses of wires, computers, tubes and equipment. A few white coated technicians maintained the balance. For in the center was a scaled down and more human looking D.D. Battlemover. Eight feet tall standing, same configuration, mostly. The J1 synchro system, entire piloting systems rig, micro-neutron bomb, weapons were removed. Within the reduced chest cavity lie a virutal A.I., inactive.
An electronic wail destroyed the silence. One of the technicians, a raven hair female checked the monitor from which the sound permeated.
"HE'S RISING!" She shouted. It was a code in more ways than one. A technician nearby a wall slammed down on a mounted panel. Klaxons exploded and red emergency lights exploded to life. The technicians all looked to the battlemover, immoblile due to programming blocks, but it's eyes, with a mechanical buzz illuminated their light blue. More seasoned techinicians and researchers burst into the room.
"Status?" A blond haired man demanded over the racket.
"ALL BARRIERS DEGRADING!!" Another voice shouted back.
Both of the battlemover's fists clenched and throwing it's head back it let out a beastial roar. By now a three man squad of anti-boomer heavy rifle equipped soldiers were in place. The first thunderous shot exploded across the battlemover's chest. The advanced alloys and design shrugged off the heavy blast. With a lurch the thing tore free of it's physical bindings, grabbing one of the nearer technicians in one hand and crushing the poor bastard's head.
Four more shots exploded, mere dents formed in the armor. This time a researcher is swiped in half by the powerful mechanized fists. The blue leering eyes stared at the soldier's, recognizing them as more immediated threats. The soldiers opened up full fire, cokcing their rifles and shooting as fast as possible in a vain attempt to stop the psychotic creation.
"STOP!" A feminine voice shouts. Everything does stop, she is tall, nearly six foot, shoulder length mahogany hair, crystal blue eyes, voluptuous figure, office like apparel. She positions herself in between the soldiers and the beast.
"GET OUT OF THE WAY YOU DAMN SEXAROID!" The first soldier shouted, emptying a spent cartridge and loading a new one.
"No." She protests. "He's confused. You stole his mind and put it in there. I've interfaced with him. You can't do this."
"He's insane!" The second soldier shouted back. The third had no objection to wasting one more boomer and readied his rifle, with a pull the rifle exploded, however this bullet hit the wrong target. The battlemover's arm lowered from the BU-33S's abdomen, where the shot should have hit.
"I will stop him no longer." She answered. The blond haired researcher approached from the wall which he was cowering against.
"Lex, come on. Stop him, he'll kill us all." He pleaded.
"Well Alex, looks like you should have followed my advice. Prototype, new mission parameters." Lex started. The eyes on the modified battlemover changed to a pale green. "Eliminate all who know of your existence, minus your guide. I'll prep the facility for destruction." Lex finished. The prototype's eyes changed to a blood red.
**A.N.: Well? What you think? review and express your opinion. I take what you readers think into consideration when I continue my fics, you can influence how this ends up.
Prologue:
2035 in an underground Mega-Tokyo lab, owned and operated by a Canadian weapons firm....
Only a few dim lights kept the room's contents visible. Masses of wires, computers, tubes and equipment. A few white coated technicians maintained the balance. For in the center was a scaled down and more human looking D.D. Battlemover. Eight feet tall standing, same configuration, mostly. The J1 synchro system, entire piloting systems rig, micro-neutron bomb, weapons were removed. Within the reduced chest cavity lie a virutal A.I., inactive.
An electronic wail destroyed the silence. One of the technicians, a raven hair female checked the monitor from which the sound permeated.
"HE'S RISING!" She shouted. It was a code in more ways than one. A technician nearby a wall slammed down on a mounted panel. Klaxons exploded and red emergency lights exploded to life. The technicians all looked to the battlemover, immoblile due to programming blocks, but it's eyes, with a mechanical buzz illuminated their light blue. More seasoned techinicians and researchers burst into the room.
"Status?" A blond haired man demanded over the racket.
"ALL BARRIERS DEGRADING!!" Another voice shouted back.
Both of the battlemover's fists clenched and throwing it's head back it let out a beastial roar. By now a three man squad of anti-boomer heavy rifle equipped soldiers were in place. The first thunderous shot exploded across the battlemover's chest. The advanced alloys and design shrugged off the heavy blast. With a lurch the thing tore free of it's physical bindings, grabbing one of the nearer technicians in one hand and crushing the poor bastard's head.
Four more shots exploded, mere dents formed in the armor. This time a researcher is swiped in half by the powerful mechanized fists. The blue leering eyes stared at the soldier's, recognizing them as more immediated threats. The soldiers opened up full fire, cokcing their rifles and shooting as fast as possible in a vain attempt to stop the psychotic creation.
"STOP!" A feminine voice shouts. Everything does stop, she is tall, nearly six foot, shoulder length mahogany hair, crystal blue eyes, voluptuous figure, office like apparel. She positions herself in between the soldiers and the beast.
"GET OUT OF THE WAY YOU DAMN SEXAROID!" The first soldier shouted, emptying a spent cartridge and loading a new one.
"No." She protests. "He's confused. You stole his mind and put it in there. I've interfaced with him. You can't do this."
"He's insane!" The second soldier shouted back. The third had no objection to wasting one more boomer and readied his rifle, with a pull the rifle exploded, however this bullet hit the wrong target. The battlemover's arm lowered from the BU-33S's abdomen, where the shot should have hit.
"I will stop him no longer." She answered. The blond haired researcher approached from the wall which he was cowering against.
"Lex, come on. Stop him, he'll kill us all." He pleaded.
"Well Alex, looks like you should have followed my advice. Prototype, new mission parameters." Lex started. The eyes on the modified battlemover changed to a pale green. "Eliminate all who know of your existence, minus your guide. I'll prep the facility for destruction." Lex finished. The prototype's eyes changed to a blood red.
**A.N.: Well? What you think? review and express your opinion. I take what you readers think into consideration when I continue my fics, you can influence how this ends up.