Omicron

By Commentaholic

A/N: For all of my Oblivion readers, I apologize. My last Bioshock story was such a hit that I simply had to throw another one out there to see if lightning could strike twice! After my last submission, "Alone", a tale of a lonely Big Daddy, caused me to reach an unmatched number of hits for the day of its release (84), I became curious. If a "one-shot" Bioshock story can get me more hits in 3 days than half a month of The Fall of Lord Kelvyn, why not try again? Hopefully I will eventually find a story of Bioshock that can have potential for a continuation past one-shot status… Who knows, perhaps this will be it! I guess we'll find out together.

Don't worry; after this submission I REALLY will continue our favorite green-eyed Dunmer's tale…at least I'll try to…

What? I promise!

Read and Review!


Chapter I: Awakening


A dark room of the abandoned Sinclair Spirits Bar in Fort Frolic suddenly filled with a piercing blue light. Splicers scattered before the unexpected illumination, disappearing into the labyrinth of exposed ductwork and maintenance tunnels. In the corner of a wine rack-filled back room, a glass chamber's rounded doors parted, flooding the room with a thin layer of white smoke, lit by the glow of the Vita-Chamber. A massive, armor-bound figure teetered forward and toppled to the ground with a resounding thud that shook the floorboards. The Vita-Chamber closed again, returning to its standby state, awaiting another customer that would never arrive.

Hours passed, and life slowly seeped back into the steel titan's armored limbs. Its hand pushed against the splintered floorboards, a simple O adorning the back of its gauntleted hand. Subject Omicron's heavy form slowly rolled over so that its helmet's porthole faced upward. A dull yellow glow slowly diffused into the oval glass plate, and a metallic groan echoed from the Alpha Series' prone form.

Omicron clutched at her head, a maelstrom of pain swirled in her mind. She grabbed a nearby shelf to pull herself to her feet. Staggering forward, she knocked three shelves over before regaining her balance, their bottles crashing to the floor. Omicron looked around, thinking, Where am I?

Eyes sparkled out of the shadows, and Omicron could hear the scraping of metal on metal. Spider Splicers, she thought. She pulled out her drill and, hefting it, reached behind her with her free hand out of instinct. This brought her pause.

Something's missing… she thought. It came to her in a flash of memories: a distorted giggle, a half-remembered lullabye… Lavinia! Her Little Sister was missing!

The Splicers leapt from the shadows, reaching for Omicron's ADAM tank, craving the genetics-manipulating material within its steel cylinder. Instinct overwhelmed Omicron's panic; her porthole changed from a docile yellow to a glaring, fierce red, and her drill on her right arm revved up, smoke belching from its exhaust port. The drill caught the first Splicer in his midsection, ripping through the man's organs and throwing blood in a ghastly splatter across the wall. Omicron spun about, bashing the side of her drill into the head of another crazed savage, slamming the Splicer's thin, deformed corpse through the wood-paneled wall.

A lead pipe clanged off the back of Omicron's helmet, and the Alpha Series spun about, grabbing the female Splicer responsible with her free hand. Smoke began to rise from where metal gauntlet met mutilated flesh. The Splicer's skin began to blacken and crack as flames coursed through the once-proud citizen of Rapture, consuming her from the inside. Omicron loosened her grip, and the smouldering corpse slid from her grasp to crumple onto the floor.

Omicron's porthole cooled from its glaring red to a calm, but alert, yellow as the danger passed, and she regained control of her body from her raging instincts. Blood dripped from the end of Subject Omicron's drill as it whirred to a stop, small spouts of steam jetting from the mining implement's seams.

Omicron gazed at the annihilated forms of the Splicers, and started for the door, the light from her porthole cutting through the darkness. As she reached out to shove the door open, static filled her helmet's speakers. It crackled for a moment, and cleared, and a man's voice spoke:

"Hello, can anyone hear me?" the voice asked in a richly accented voice, possibly British, "Is anyone on this channel?"

Omicron inwardly cursed the procedure that had carved up her vocal cords. She knocked on her helmet, hoping that the banging would be loud enough to reach the radio's microphone. Why the idiots who created these suits had designed the helmets with two-way radios was beyond her. It's not as if the Alpha Series could use them, anyway.

Apparently, her attempts at communication were successful, because the radio crackled and the voice returned, "Hello?"

Omicron tapped again, and the voice responded, "Well, whoever you are, I need some help. If you can, meet me at the Adonis Luxury Resort."

Omicron rapped on her helmet once more in assent, then pushed through the entrance, emerging into what she recognized as Fort Frolic's Poseidon Plaza. She strode in heavy strides towards the Rapture Metro station. It was a long way to Adonis, even by bathysphere; and if she was going to find Lavinia again, Omicron was going to need help.


A/N: So, what do you think? Good enough to continue? It won't be a rip-off of Delta's adventure, but I do intend for Lavinia to make an appearance somewhere along the way. By the way, Lavinia belongs to Leonette, the author that inspired me to write.

Ah, I'm feeling good today. After my submission of "Alone" last Friday, my daily hit numbers haven't dipped below 27, which is HUGE for me.

In closing, here's some shameless advertising:

I recommend Arty Thrip's "Brothers in Arms", Dualkatanas' "Blood and Steel", and Leonette's "Broken Daggers" for the Oblivion genre.

Astra esterni ono thelduin, un se onr sverdar sitja hvass!

-Commentaholic-

P.S. For those who don't read the Inheritance Cycle, this last part means "May fortune rule over you, and may your swords stay sharp!" It's a little reference to my favorite book series ever.