Disclaimer- The idea for this story popped into me head when I reading the story Companion by hermionesmydawg, human and machine working together, but that's where the similarities end. This story is based more on the Japanese animate movie called Armitage the Third. This story delves deeper into the world of cyborg and human interaction; I don't want to go into much more details than that or it will spoil the plot of the story. I will use the Armitage story, but switch out the main characters in that movie with characters from N.C.I.S. Los Angeles. I know that I usually come up with my own stories, but I like this story and characters a lot. Please don't hate on me for not coming up with an original story, let me tell this story with different characters.
Prologue
The year is 2179, humans have harnessed the power of the A.I. and made servants out of robots. The first generation robots were just that, robots. The people complained about how the robots were intimidating. The parent company went back and create the second generation robot, or Seconds as some of society have come to know them. The Seconds were robots, but they have been given a layer of synthetic skin; making them look more human. But just like any other being, artificial intelligence is capable of evil things too. Alongside controlling artificial intelligence mankind has also master spaceflight. Humanity has terraformed many plants: many have struggle to form a habitable planet, others have failed; except one. Only one planet has successfully accepted the terraforming process on the first try, and that is Mars. The first settlers went to Mars about forty years ago, and have thrived.
My name is Martin Deeks. I'm a former Los Angeles Police Department undercover detective transferring to the Martian Police Department.
M.P.D.; Martian Police Department. That must have gotten them a lot of flak when they first started shooting that out. I think.
I'm in the middle of a six month hump from Earth to Mars. I'm not exactly sure how that tiny little woman talked me into transferring. No, I'm pretty sure I know how she talked me into.
M.A.M.
Three months ago-
I enter the station house after the shooting incident three months back. I was out with my partner Jess one night celebrating after we closed a case, when we were ambushed. A cyborg came up behind us and opened fire. I took a round in the leg, and Jessica took two to her torso.
"No! Jessica!" I screamed.
I hobbled over to her, and held her lifeless body in my arms. I didn't have my sidearm with me, so I just waited for the robot to shoot me. I closed my eyes as the machine was ready to kill me; I hear a gunshot, but I don't feel the pain of being shot, like the sensation that is radiating through my leg. I hear the ambulances that were coming for us, but I blacked out before we got to the hospital.
I walk to my desk without making eye contact with anybody. I see the looks on their faces; some are sympathetic, some are indifferent, while others show their normal disdain for me. I sit down at my desk, and start filling out paper work. Bates comes to my desk ten minutes after I sit down.
"The doc's word not good enough for you?" I ask, not in the mood to be coddled.
"Who pissed in your coffee this morning?" Bates asked.
"If you have something that will help me get off this desk, speak up. Otherwise I have no time for pointless chatter." I say, standing up and getting in Bates face.
"Watch your mouth detective." Bates said sternly.
"Or else what, you going to fire me? You'd be doing everybody a favor." I say.
Ahem.
Both Bates and I turn from each other and look at the person who cleared their throat. Bates drops his face into his palm, while I roll my eyes. The person who cleared her throat was an emissary from Mars coming to give her sales pitch again.
"Henrietta Lange to what do we owe the pleasure?" Bates asked, trying to be as cordial as he could manage.
I just stared at Bates in disgust for his butt kissing.
"It's "Hetty", and I have come to talk to your detective." Hetty said.
She has come to make me another offer about joining her department. I think.
"Play nice." Bates said.
I noticed that Bates had a mustache.
"That's nice mustache lieutenant. You doing undercover work in gay porn again?" I ask.
Bates threw me a death stare, but walked away. I sit back down, and massage my leg.
"How's the leg?" Hetty asked.
"It's getting better. How did you hear about that?" I ask.
"I hear everything." Hetty said.
"If you hear everything, then you've already heard what I'm about the say, again." I say.
"Are you sure you want to turn me down again? You and I both know with that injury, L.A.P.D. is going to bench you for the rest of your career, or fire you. If they don't fire, you have about ten years left to finish you career. Do you want to finish your career by sitting on your ass and pushing papers?" Hetty asked
"Alright!" I exclaim. "I'll transfer."
Hetty opens a folder on my desk that I missed, and flips to the last page. I sign on the dotted line, and then put my pen down. Fifteen years as a cop, and now I'm transferring off world to finish out my career.
"When do I leave?" I ask, afraid to acknowledge my actions.
"Two weeks." Hetty says. "I'll go talk to Bates about the transfer."
"Anything else that I need, or need to know?" I ask.
Hetty handed me envelope, and then walked away. I opened it and saw the contents of the envelope was a one way-ticket to Mars. I look around my desk surveying it once seeing if there was anything I needed, and then got up and left. I don't even care for anything left on, or in the desk. I exit the station, hailing a cab to take me back to my apartment. I pull out my suit cases and leave them out. I go and grab a beer and pull out the picture of Jess and me as I sit down at my table. I take a sip of my beer when I hear a knock at the door.
It's probably Hetty. I think.
I open the door to see that it was Hetty standing outside my apartment.
"Come in Hetty. Can I offer you anything? Milk, water?" I ask.
"No thank you. I have to leave shortly. I just wanted to know how you were coping." Hetty said.
"Coping?" I ask.
Hetty just stared at me. I know what she was asking, but I didn't want to answer it.
"What do you think?" I ask.
"It hurt you badly, but you'd rather not talk about it. You'd rather compartmentalize it, bury it, and get lost in your work." Hetty said.
"Looks like there isn't anything else to talk about. Is there anything else I need to know?" I ask.
"You will have to work with another partner when to get to Mars." Hetty said.
"Really? Why?" I ask.
"Consider it the price of admission." Hetty said.
"Alright." I say, holding my hands up in surrender.
"I'll see you in six months." Hetty said.
"See you then." I say, with a wave of dismissal.
Hetty walks out the door, and I finish beer. After I finish my beer, I head out. I have one stop that I have to make. I go and see the graves of Jessica Traynor, and my mother. I tell them both that my days at the L.A.P.D. are over, and that I'm leaving Earth; heading to Mars. I tell my mom that I'm sorry that I couldn't save her from dad, and how much I miss her home made lasagna. I tell Jess that I missed hanging out with her after hours and throwing back a few beers. I kiss both of their headstones, and head home. I stop by the bank and withdraw all my money. Most of which I will need to break the lease on my apartment. The rest will be used to help me get through the next two weeks.
I spend my last few days surfing, and then on the last day I change out of my gear and give it to the surf shop. I tell them I will no longer need it, and then I head home. I take a shower, do a quick load of laundry, and then finish packing my luggage. The next morning, I catch a cab at four in the morning to be at the launch station on time. When I check in, I'm informed that Hetty had bought a first class ticket for me. So I follow the attendant and take my seat. The attendant asked if I wanted something to drink.
"I'll take a water." I say.
When the attendant comes back with my drink, she informs me of the activities that the ship has to keep my attention for the six month flight. I spend the better part of the six month trip sleeping.
M.A.M.
Present day-
I wake occasional to use the restroom, and get a drink or a bite to eat. One such instance I see a beautiful woman who catches my eye, but I ignore the sensation in my gut.
She looks like some kind of country sing. I think.
I crawl back into my pod, and finish the last leg of the trip unconscious. The loss of Jess still fresh, even if it happened eight months ago. On the day that we going to be landing at St. Lowell, the attendant woke and informed me that we would be landing in an hour. The way the spaceships work for passengers boarding, and disembarking is quite different. There is a train that takes us to and from the ship. When the train was heading into the station there was a problem. Then entire cabin is thrown forward as the brakes engage. The force of the motion is so strong that I'm on the floor holding onto the frame of the chairs. After a time the train brakes disengage, and then makes the rest of the trip to the station.
After I get off the train I head to baggage claim to get my things. I set my carry-on bag down, and take a deep breath. Six months of recycled air does a number on you. Just as I'm about to reach for my luggage, some man jogging with a rolling suitcase bumps into me.
"Hey, watch out." I warn the man.
I see four more men join him, two on each side of him. I watched the group for a couple seconds, and then turn away. Just as I turn my back I hear a woman yell out a command; to which I comply with.
"Freeze! Get your hands up!"
I take a look over my shoulder when I don't feel her hands try to apply handcuffs, and I see that she is talking to the five men that just brush past me.
"I said get your hands up, now!" The woman continued.
I see bystanders taking interest in what's going on, usually happens when there is an arrest going on.
"What's up?" I ask the woman.
"Detective, you better stay back." The woman says.
How the in the world did she know I was a detective? I think.
I take the woman in and she is almost a spitting imagine of Jess, except she has white skin instead of brown skin.
I barely register the guy who bumped into me say something.
"Handle it."
And his four bodyguards turn and start heading towards us, with guns drawn.
CRAP! I think.
"Get back!" The woman commands, as she smacks me in the face.
The woman fires two rounds into the first man, and I'm in shock. No blood came squirting out of the entrance wounds.
More darn robot killers! I think
A/N: The characters of N.C.I.S. Los Angeles belong to C.B.S., and the story that I'm basing the story off of and its characters belongs to Pioneer Entertainment. I know this is a little out of the norm for me, using a story that has all been written, but it's one of my favorite anime movies. Again, please don't hate me for this!
A/N:The reason for the update is because I'm not one for vulgarity, yes it was originally rated M. That being said the dynamic of the story will not change; I just won't have Deeks and his partner swearing. So yes I changed the rating and small parts of the prologue, but the story itself remains intact.