H Y B R I D S: GENETIC TERROR
B Y J O N S E Y C A T 7 9
A/N: Well, nice to see that my faithful readers are taking a look at this one. LOL.
I'm glad that you are choosing to continue with this one, so here's another update.
Disclaimer: I DON'T own pokemon, Nintendo does. All OC'S present belong to me unless stated otherwise.
PHASE ONE: CONTAGION
RESPONSE PROTOCAL ZETA
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BEEP-BEEP-BEEP-BEEP-BEEP.
"Hmm?" A technician was leaning against his chair when the frequency was intercepted.
He adjusted his glasses before turning on his station to see what the signal was. His eyes widened. He reached for his radio headset and turned it on.
"Command, command, come in. We're getting a distress signal from Pr-036."
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"Hmm, just as I thought." An old gruff voice said reading the results on the monitor.
A man with a uniform and glasses stepped to the side. "Yes sir, we're afraid that Pr-036 is down and that "It" is loose."
A man in his 60's with a commander's outfit turned to the technician. "What was the specimen's product number?"
The technician turned back to his station and began to read. "Uh, M-4167942, designation Chimera."
The commander thought about it, then turned to leave. "That is all. Carry on."
"Yes sir."
The commander began to walk out and scratched his chin.
Hmm, Cyrus is sure going to like this…
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A dark room, one with only a computer monitor illuminating a small corner. There was the sound of keys being clicked. Suddenly, more light flooded the dark room as a door slid opened. A figure covered itself.
"Commander, tell me if you have ever heard of the concept of knocking on one's door before you enter?" A nasally voice complained. It belonged to a frail man in a lab coat, his thin brown hair graying in strands, his skin pale from the absence of sunlight.
"I'm sorry Cyrus, I have forgotten how…sensitive, to the presence of another you are." The commander said in an almost mocking voice. "We've got a situation. "Its" loose."
The man in the lab coat and got up suddenly. "What? You mean it, she-…."
He began panicking. He ran to his monitor and began to search through some files.
"Then that means…" He put his head down. "This is terrible. If it' loose, then…"
"I've received authorization to use response protocol zeta." The commander said.
The man in the lab coat looked to him with his eyes wide and his mouth half open in disbelief. He looked down. "Do you think…he's…ready for such a task?"
"Cyrus, I know their connection. I know your involvement. There is no one else I can come to."
Cyrus closed his eyes and nodded.
"We shall proceed, immediately." The commander said while turning around, leaving the scientist to ponder his decision.
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Another room, one with white walls on all sides. A figure sat crouched in a dark corner.
The darkness obscured his left side, his other side obscured by long white hair. His fit body was dressed in a hospital gown, his knees to his face, his arms crossed over them.
"Axel...it is time." A voice sounded through a speaker on the wall.
The figure stirred and stood up. A door appeared out of one wall and a woman wearing a lab coat appeared with two armed men. The figure put out his hands willingly and the woman gently placed bindings on them.
"Ok, he's secure." She said. Her expression softened. "All right Axel, lets walk shall we?" She began to walk forward with the figure, the armed men following behind.
The group walked down a dark narrow hallway, the sounds of their footsteps echoing, with the sounds of bare feet walking on the floor hidden among the sounds. The group eventually came to a room with a simple chair in the middle, a lone light bulb flickering to keep the room illuminated but gave off minimal light. The woman led the figure to the chair and sat him down. She looked at him with a yearning expression, like this was the last time she would ever see him.
"Thank you, Dr. Ross, you may go now." A gruff voice sounded through a speaker on the drab moldy wall. The woman looked to the wall, then at the sitting figure, then nodded before walking out of the room.
The figure sat, his face covered by the shadows provided by the single bulb. The commander spoke through the speaker again.
"The time has come. You are directed to follow our orders alone."
The figure still sat.
"A specimen has escaped and you are ordered to terminate it along with any other…specimens that appear by any means necessary."
The figure nodded.
"You will locate and find M-4167942 designation Chimera and terminate it. You will be provided with tracing aids and standard weaponry. You will arrive at the target area and seek and destroy Chimera."
His unseen brows furrowed. "This is what you were created for. This is your reason for being. Fulfill your duty."
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The figure was removed of bindings and taken to a room. Later, he appeared with a black stealth suit. Still in the shadows, he walked to a locker and opened it. There was a mask and several blades in it, all standing on stands. He reached for the mask and clipped it over his face, its large insect-like eyes glowing blue when it clicked into place. A third light blinked on the forehead of the mask, a small oval on the forehead. He reached for a large sickle like blade and attached it to a slot on his forearm. He took several smaller blades and clipped them to a belt on is black suit.
Out of the room stepped a tall man dressed in a stealth suit with a black mask with glowing blue eyes on it obscuring his face, his white hair sticking out in a crescent shape. Apparently attached to his head was a large sickle extending to the left. Another sickle was extended from his right forearm. Taking steps forward, he walked to the loading bay where an aircraft was waiting.
He was on his way
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Well, the hunter, Axel, in on his way. He is obviously the equivalent of the predator from AVP-R sent to "Clean-up" this mess. Can any one guess the template pokemon for his look? Anyway, please leave a review. JonseyCat, out! MEE-YAA