Here's the "original" I talked about. Sorry for not updating, winter's crazy here in the north eastern area of the U.S.A. Anyway, here we go.
2113
"So, Doctor, you believe, that the Elimination Project will save lives?" Jordan Orlin asked the creator of the project, the woman he is assigned to interview.
Doctor Hasley replied with a slight sarcastic tone, "No, I know it does."
"But it seems we lose more battles against the AI on a daily basis." Jordan returned.
"Who says this?"
"Media, government, mostly."
"Fools! They've seen what the AI can stand up to. Our weapons and training are the only efficient things that compare to the AI! Without us, we'll all be dead!" Hasley answered.
"And the recruits. Are they volunteers or-?"
"Volunteers. We don't force them, unless they have exceptional skills. The age when they start training is from nine to eighteen."
"The suits. How do they work?"
"I can tell you, but then I'd have to kill every person who heard or read what I said. What I can tell you though, is that there are twelve suits, divided into three classes. Each class has four specialists. The most mobile, the strongest, the most upgrades possible, and the Elite mix-up."
"Alright, ma'am. I guess this is enough for today. Thank you." The interview stood, bowed, and left.
"Unit 1317 and 1318, report to testing grounds, for PvP testing. Bring your internal suits. Instructors will give you further instructions."
Daric rose from his desk. He swiveled on one foot, and strutted to his wardrobe. His quarters were an average size, something trainees dreamed of. Reason why he has is, though, is because other quarters were out of space, and there was a few extra infantry grade rooms. After changing to the internal suit, he left his quarters.
The internal suit was basically a black, grey, or white skin tight thermal sweater over the same color skin tight pants. Trainees wore bright red boots. They were given two shirts and pants of each color, with their rank, unit, name, identification numbers, and selected suit (if they had one). Daric had arrived to the testing grounds, waiting for their instructors, a lieutenant and a general.
Daric stood fourth from the left, with the eleven other unit members. At the end of their line towards the right was a gap, then Unit 1318. The lieutenant stood facing them, closer to Daric's unit. The general came into view, and all twenty-five people came into a salute.
He mumbled something and the lieutenant lowered his arm. The others followed suit.
The general raised his voice, "Today will be your first test in actual suits, but only standards for our first half. Oh, and before I forget, your testing results. Seven years, summed up to seven days of testing. This is your final day, and will determine your suit, and paired unit. Our day will be split in two. This match to determine your suit, and one after lunch to determine your starting rank. Now go, get into the exo-suits. 17 is blue. 18 yellow."
While the general was saying this, the other officer was giving them their results on a small sheet of paper. Daric looked at his results.
Day One: Accuracy: 96%
Day Two: Range: All
Day Three: Mobility: 98%
Day Four: Pain Resistance: 84
Day Five: Logic: 89%
Day Six: Style: Fast
Daric was sure that he'd get a lower score, but got way above expected. He headed back to the blue armory.
They lined up on the northwestern edge of the field. No one wore their helmet yet, in respect for their superiors. The lieutenant spoke first. "This is a multi terrain field. There is an eight man infantry team with one flag, somewhere in the northeastern quadrant. 17, take the southwestern base. 18 take the southern base. Which ever team brings the flag home, wins the match."
" You have paint ball guns, but the paint will short circuit your suits, and render you immobile." The General explained. "Don't be afraid, you won't be harmed if every one follows the rules." He added seeing shocked faces.
"Now go!" The lieutenant exclaimed, rushing the first timers to move.
The units split off, and walked to their bases. Once there, they put on their helmets. The suit activated, and their senses heightened. All of their movements were accelerated, simulating an adrenaline rush. Daric shifted his mock rifle, and heard the usually very faint clicking of the "paint" balls hitting each other. "
Unit 1318- Ready?" They heard the lieutenant ask over comm. The other unit replied with their ID numbers and "set."
"Unit 1317- Ready?" The first three said the same thing.
Then Daric,"13013517- Set." Then the woman next to him,"13013527- Set."
And so on, until the younger officer signaled the start. Ten of the 1317 unit took off running. Daric stepped out of the base. The woman from earlier came as well. They had been assigned units, but they never met each other.
"Alia," She calmly introduced.
"Daric. Now should we head out or wait for them at their base?" Daric replied.
"I say we walk up to the yellow base, then hunt the yellow from there." Alia suggested.
The two set off, barely jogging. It soon became clear than Alia was faster by some degree, but staying near her was no challenge for Daric. The yellow base became visible within minutes. The field was roughly two hours corner to corner, by walking. Alia and Daric crouched behind some bushes, eyeing three 1318s. The two jumped up, and the three swiveled, surprised. As soon as the three registered what was happening, Daric opened fire at one, while Alia aimed for another's faceplate. The third panicked, and hastily fired at his opponents. Daric leaped forward, simultaneous to Alia pouncing forward. They crashed, but didn't miss their shots. Two blue spots on the 1318's chest glistened in the daylight, then he fell over, "paralyzed."
Daric stood and helped Alia stand. Within moments, gun fire and shouting was heard. Several blue trainees back pedaled, followed by yellow ones running, while being chased by others clad in white, which Daric guessed to be the flag defenders. He reached out to tap Alia, but saw her sneaking along the side of the dirt path to the engagement. He smiled to himself. Daric then rushed forward, dodging allies, and shooting out opponents.
He slid beneath a flag defender, and fired point-blank into the back of his head. The white armored opponent fell over forward. After eliminating the other flag defenders, Daric aimed for the 1318s. When they realized his position, Daric was dodging and firing simultaneously. He did, however, fail to notice another sneaking up on him. The opponent was about to fire, but Daric heard the click of an empty magazine, at the time Daric was reloading, so there was no projectiles available for either.
The yellow grappled him, and shoved him into a tree. He pulled out a single yellow ball. He drew the arm with the ball back, in an attempt to smash the ball into him and immobilize him. Then blue paint splattered all over the other's head and faceplate. He fell over backwards, with a loud thump. Daric looked for the source of the shots, and found Alia reloading.
"I watch people's backs. But only the superiors and people I'm interested in." She said in a monotone voice, then left once reloading was finished.
Daric sprinted off, and found the flag carrier alone and free to run. The 1318 was walking cautiously, and spotted Daric. The 1318 scrambled to run, but was taken out by another series of shots from the bushes to his left. He flew slightly to the right, from the quantity of the shots.
Alia stepped forward, grabbed the flag, then called to Daric, saying,"Take the flag! You have a better chance of getting it back than I do." She then threw the flag, or a small tube at Daric. When he held it, a pole extended from one side, then a white flag unrolled. He looked up, and saw a white opponent in the distance, aiming for Alia. Daric aimed his rifle, and shot before the other got a fixed shot. Alia jumped, surprised. She saw the suit, and turned back to Daric.
He replied to her thankful look with,"I can't let someone like you get taken down that easy." Alia nodded, then ran back into the forest.
The lieutenant came back on the comm. "1317, you have the decoy flag. There are three more 1318s, and one last guard. 1318s are at the base, in a stand off with the guard."
Out in the distance, Daric heard Alia cursing at no one in particular. Daric turned around and ran down the dirt path to the northeastern quadrant of the field. He picked up a swift pace, and began to ponder. Daric came to a halt, at a fork in the path. There were three choices.
One led to his base, one to the exit, and the other to somewhere he didn't know. So he went to where he didn't know. After about half an hour of walking, the white concrete building with minimal windows was visible behind trees. Various immobilized people littered the area.
A bullet flew past Daric, who dived for cover. A yellow came running out, tailed by a companion and the defender. The second yellow flew backwards, receiving a shot to the face.
Daric jumped out, and everything slowed. He swiped the 18's left leg out from beneath him, effectively tripping them. The defender fired, and Daric weaved through the bullets, eventually close enough to tackle him. Daric stood, one foot on the defender's gun. Daric put his gun to the defender's neck, and unloaded the clip. Daric reloaded, and with a well placed shot, disabled the last 1318.
Alia sat down at a seat in the corner. The lieutenant had them eat lunch for free at a restaurant outside of the boot camp. Daric ate with other 1317s, all ten others. She ate alone.
She bit into the food, which was flavorful compared to what the mess hall served. She chewed carefully, thinking over what had happened.
She remembered, that at six, her father had left her when he killed her mother. People had come to take her. But she ran, and shoved a fork into one's shoulder. Because they were after her.
The orphan also remembered a sister, seven years older than her. She shivered a bit.
She turned at a tap on her shoulder. Daric.
"Since we haven't properly met, I thought that this would be a good time to. Daric Orlin." He stuck out his hand.
"Alia Flord. DuVarden." She shook his hand.
"Half Quaid, half XainLu." Daric sat across from her.
"Why're you here?"
"Father helped engineer the Offworlder and Assault. He's XianLu. Both parents were killed in a lab bombing back in 2095. You?"
"Parents killed each other. Government took me in." The female sighed.
They chatted for the better of the hour, and they were called back in to the grounds.
"17, you have a perfect set, four of each weight class! What a surprise because 18 has heavies and versatiles!" The general announced.
"Cadets! These two units will join together for a simulation. Holographic manned targets. Now, this is a competitive simulation. Once all six hundred targets are taken out, the team with more kills is deployed second into the war zone! Take the suit class variation you're in. Then, meet back at the three v by six mile field. The one with a giant mountain if you can't read signs!" The lieutenant explained.
The two units left for the armory, with the stun version of the rifle they used earlier in the day. The training suits were cheaper, weaker versions of the standard battle suit. Daric reached down to pick up his left wrist piece, which he slid on to his wrist, and pressed a button to tighten it.
Alia grabbed her loose hair, and tucked it into a bun before stabbing two chopsticks into it to hold it together. She picked up her helmet and rifle, and began to walk out.
Alia took steps lightly, making almost no noise. She wasn't the first one out, but she wasn't the last. The suit's right wrist piece was like a giant mood ring, but served the purpose of telling medics how they felt. Hers was a blue-ish green-ish, the color of mixed emotions. And it was exactly how she felt. Not about the past, but what she said earlier. And how Daric had replied.
Sure, it was blossoming early, had they just met earlier, but why she said what she did, she didn't know but meant. And what he said moments later. What had he meant "like her?"
Had he met someone before? Someone he was into? Or was she just overreacting and thinking that he had feelings for her? Or was it just curiosity towards her?
She was so lost in thought that she jumped when she heard a rifle barrel click into place. She turned, and saw their smallest member behind her. She turned back to the front.
Jasper sharpened his talons. The black iron looked as flashy as it can be. So did his chrome armor. His neurotoxin green eyes trailed up to the road ahead, then to his twin, who drove the sedan to the Elimination Program HQ in New Rome. He turned to his younger rookie brother.
"Okay back there, Matt?" He asked, with a feline accent. The doctors didn't know where it came from, but they guessed that his parents had feline DNA mixed in somehow. But out of his three other siblings, he was the only affected.
"He shou' be." Nathan, the oldest, said with the stereotypical "Texan" accent, though none of them knew where Texas was.
The four had been orphaned, when their parents died in a car crash as the mother had been going into labor with the youngest, Noah. He had survived, but their mother, Monica, didn't. Nor did their father.
"Three meowre hours, coming from the airport in Spain. " Jasper said, letting his feline accent slip a bit here.
Jasper pulled his gloves, then talons on. The time for the presentation was in minutes. Or rather the graduation ceremony for the cadets. There was eight hundred cadets graduating each week, and he, and his two brothers, had been chosen by the ICG to assist in keeping the civilians out of the way if things went wrong.
He bent down to slip his foot into his boot, then picked up his acid pistols and clipped them onto his belt. Jasper pulled the trunk down, closing it. The Revolution, or when the enemies became enemies, had put a set back in transportation technologies. So driving was the most effective way to move.
Daric took a hot shower in his quarters, freshening up before the ceremony. The day before had been murder. The units tied, and they finished at six in the morning. The next day. The elders had given them this day off, to rest for the ceremony.
He stepped out, and wore a gunmetal grey suit, with a reflective silver tie. The inside was a cobalt blue button up polo, with gunmetal grey pants to match. This ceremony required no uniform, just formal clothing.
He reached to a counter, and pulled up a citrus cologne. He sprayed some on, grabbed his keys, and left.
Path down was simple. Once there, he followed the crowd to the graduation area. He noted two guards. One with chrome plating, and lots of spikes. The other, black with a red under glow. He took the seat with his unit. Near the back.
Alia sat at the second seat from the edge, leaving the edge seat open. The rest of the unit was already seated, so she apparently reserved it.
She sat on a lighter grey strapless dress, with her hair loose. In it was an energy blue rose, a mutation found in DuVarden. Daric smiled and raised an eyebrow.
It was her face that brought him though. The light green eyes and iron grey hair matched... So did the mouth and nose. Each element of her face complimented each other.
" I didn't wear the dress for you, boy. Now sit down before it starts!" She said. The guy next to her smirked.
"Ladies, gentlemen, and inbetweens, please be seated. And now I present to you, the founder of our program, and the reason why we're alive, Doctor Hasley Nioshi!" Applause sang through the air. The clapping died down as Hasley stood on the podium.
"Thank you all. We do this weekly, but it still is a special night for us all. But before we begin, I spread the word that those who trained and did not meet our standards, there is the International Civilian Guard, or the ICG.
Back on track! On March 28th, 2083, the AI, our creation turned on us. We had given the robots a chance to be sentient, and once they had the numbers, they turned on us. The Revolution had started. So I founded the Elimination Project with the help of all of our nations. It took eighteen clips of ammunition, to kill one AI with our old weapons. We, the project, had designed armor, weapons, and technology to combat the foe. Only few trusted AI remain.
It has been thirty long years of combat, bloodshed and tragedy. There are now only six habitable regions. DuVarden, Renegade, New Rome, RouxBronx, Quaid, and XianLu. The nation of America has fallen in 2084, taking the neighboring country of Mexico with it.
DuVarden, was a country called Canada, and Alaska.
Renegade was South America, New Rome Europe, RouxBronx Africa, Quaid Australia and Indonesia, and XianLu Asia. I tell you this not for mourning, but for happiness, that we have a chance of resurrecting what we once were.
And now I call forth our new Units, to defend us."
Daric almost fell asleep waiting. Just before their unit was called, an informant whispered something to Hasley, and showed her a paper that her jaw dropped at.
The crowd waited uneasily. Few things made her jaw drop like that... Either it was extremely good or bad. Hasley turned back to the microphone.
"Ladies and gentlemen, it seems that we all need to move to more secure areas. We have sign of AI activity in the-"
As if on cue, the two closest guard's heads exploded, brain matter showering their peers. Another tackled Hasley, covering her from any incoming fire.
The civilians went crazy. Diving for cover, shoving others to protect themselves, so on. Guards moved in. The eight hundred cadets stayed calm, leading others to safer areas.
Then an explosion happened near the center, knocking Daric over.
The brothers heard the explosion. Under the helmet, Nathan's eyes widened. Pulling his rifle closer, he and Jasper ran into the stadium.
Daric opened his eyes. Alia was laying in front of him.
Warm crimson liquid dripped onto his cheek, from his head. He rose slowly. Guards or AI dropped into the scene, and started shooting. Alia stood.
They looked around. Only one door remained open. They rushed to it, to be stopped by the same chrome and black guards from earlier.
The one in black spoke, gun raised, "How do we kno' y'all ain't AI?"
"How do we know you aren't?" The male of the couple shot back.
Nathan looked at his twin. Jasper nodded.
"Step back-" Jasper said, before being pulled into the floor.
Nathan turned to the femme in grey. Just as her feet shot into his chest in a drop kick.
He and the femme rose, and she pulled close. Nathan punched at her, but missed. He then felt his other rifle come off of the clip on his back, with the female.
Daric pulled the chrome guard by the wrist, with his foot on top of the guard's, tripping him. The guard rose quickly, and aimed a taloned slap at his cheek.
Daric pulled back, but had three cuts in his cheek. Picking out a curtain hook, he hooked the guard's torso from behind and pulled, tripping the guard again.
Alia snagged the gun, and released a quick three shot burst into the guard, who staggered forward.
He turned around, gun raised. Alia put the gun in the air, then dropped it and rolled out of the way. She picked up a pole, twirled it, and dodged some bullets.
Vaulting over some rubble and pretending to have gotten hit, she hid. The guard's footsteps got closer.
You'd think you'd see a woman with a pole over the pile, but Nathan saw nothing. Partially because he was rendered unconscious by a pole fracturing his helmet, knocking the man flat. The other reason? She moved fast.
Jasper saw his brother fall, and leaped to him.
"You'll pay!" He yelled, before kicking her stomach, putting her on the floor.
Daric saw it happen, and sank his teeth into Jasper's unprotected Jasper's talons connected, Daric had released it and picked up the gun from the other guard.
"Stand down, both of you!" A familiar voice said.
Neither moved. And they were electrified.
A/N: Some aspects of different things... From Halo to Transformers, I, Robot to Terminator, and so on. Main general Idea is not in the same universe of other fics... Just references and similar items (Suits from Halo, enemies from I, Robot, yeah...). Some dedications I'll give next chapter, and calming things down a bit, letting it simmer... for all fics really.
If the chapter was too chunky here... or kind of repetitive... Things get a bit slower from here before it picks up again. Any spelling, grammar, or the such... I typed this in in half an hour, Off of my phone.
Leave a review, or PM, and let us now, How was it, on a scale of one to one hundred ( one, let the fic burn in hell, one hundred, I'll rip your throat out if you don't update). Bai!