Humanity
Rating: R
Warning: language, rape, torture, slight nudity
Summary: Most
think that all X7's are emotionless robots who only follow orders.
Well this is the story of special-ops Unit 3.
Disclaimer: I don't own Dark Angel. If I did, season 2 would not have happened. Though I do own all the characters except X7-972(Geminiasp/Chrissy-chan owns her) and X7-197(Nikki owns him) .
A/N/.../
telepathically
"..." talking outloud
'...'
thinking
---- scene change
A/N 2: I just copied from the other board.
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"X7-225 spar with X7-892!" A TAC leader yelled. Two X7's stepped into the ring, surrounded by twelve other younger children, and got into their fighting stances. Both were wearing gray hospital gowns with identical shorts underneath.
225, the girl, had her light brown hair in a buzz cut, which made her dark green eyes stand out dramatically. 892, the boy, had medium-colored brown hair also in a buzz-cut, and black eyes, and was taller than the girl. Both were high ranking officers of their unit, despite their young age of 11 years. 225 let out a small upturn of her lips to assure 892 that she would have no holding back from the latter.
"Begin!" The TAC called from the sidelines as the girl charged forward to punch the boy who blocked and used her momentum to flip 225 over. She rolled to her feet and grabbed 892's foot and kicked him in the leg, knocking him down. He swept her and got up to put a foot on her chest, to signal his victory; however that wasn't to be. The girl grabbed his foot as he was about to bring it down and pushed it off, putting 892 off balance before, flipping to her feet. 225 then delivered a roundhouse kick to his head that a blackbelt envy, before pinning the boy down.
"Winner, 225. Line up, head to showers and then proceed to the perimeter for guard watch with unit 2," instructed the TAC leader, as the group saluted and shouted at the same time,
"Yes,
sir!"
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"892, you
weren't to go easy on me!" scowled 225, as she crossed her arms
standing in front of the boy.
"Well until your shoulder heals, you're going to take it easy. Got it soldier?" He said annoyed, turning on the shower faucet. She'd been complaining about it since the day after she dislocated it on a spy mission.
"Hey, that's not fair!" 225 glared at him as she got under the shower next to him, "why do you always pull rank on me?"
"Because talking to you is like trying to teach a cat geometry. Now come on, we have to change and get the others outside," 892 toweled off and looked pointedly at the other soldiers who were talking, or in 972 and 964's case splashing each other.
"Soldiers, fall in!" Called out 225. All lined up and stood at attention, " Get dressed and meet 892 and I outside the room in 3. Hop to it already!"
"Yes ma'am!" all the voiced called before marching into the locker room. 892 and 225 however, usually brought their clothes with them and dressed, silently.
"Hey. Don't be mad, 225. I...just worry," explained 892.
"We
weren't programmed to be worried," she responded coldly. He
sighed. and left to wait in the hallway for his
unit.
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They hated guard duty. Most of all
they hated guard duty with unit 2. Unit 1 was tolerable, but unit 2
was the worst.
Unit 2 was a group consisted totally of X7 twins.
It was annoying enough that they usually kept their sonar on high
(which hurt Unit 3's ears) even when there was no danger; but the
fact that they all looked like their CO, 892, was just creepy.
892
was considered a defect if you will, by the doctors of Manticore. He
was born with emotions like an X5, and was immune to most of the
psychological drugs that was administered to him to make him like all
the other X7 twins.
Hence the director of the X7 series decided to
put him in a different class of his own, and decided to put any other
"strong-minded X7's into that unit. 892 was the Commanding
Officer (CO).
892 commanded their unit to split up in twos and to stay in the bushes to hide in case of an enemy attack. 892 naturally paired with 225 and they walked along the tall grass, hidden in their camo clothing.
/So. You're not mad/ He asked telepathically ignoring the stares from various X-series as the two walked together with their M-16s in hand.
/No/ she answered/ annoyed, but not mad. Besides I have no choice. Either we get along or Renfro'll put us in psy-ops./
889 nodded. Everyone knew that if there were even a slight disagreement between COs and/or SIC, both were sent to psy-ops.
225 was Second In Command (SIC).
The two continued to walk in the high grass and occasionally checked on their unit members (and breaking up fights between them and unit 2 along the way) before both retired to the barracks.
"Lights Out! a guard yelled before turning out the lights, leaving all in darkness. Five minutes passed before there was a thud on the floor.
"972 go to bed," 892 groaned sleepily. The small dark-haired, blue eyed girl smirked and said,
"I'm not sleepy." The youngest unit member, ran across the room to her "big sister", 964, and asked to play.
The other girl, 964, got up and walked with her "baby sister." 964 was the tallest in the unit despite being the second youngest at age 9, being a few days older than 972. Her skin was dark from her African heritage, as were her hair (also in a buzz-cut but wavy) and black eyes.
"We're leaving for a while. See you," said 964 quickly, grabbing 972 and blurring out the door. 982 sat up quickly and growled. As he was about to go after them, 225 waved him off.
/They'll be fine. They snuck off before and returned without a scratch in an hour/ she claimed telepathically.
/What! And you never told me/ He exclaimed.
/Nope/ she giggled and said out loud, "go to bed 892. We have classes tomorrow. 964 and 972'll be back soon."
892 sighed and climbed into bed and drifted off almost as soon as his head hit the pillow.
(To be continued)