Sly Cooper fanfic12
Special Thanks to Jammin Jabala for allowing me access to use his OC: Julius Black...
Set after Dead Men Tell No Tales, and before the Cooper Vault Job(BCVJ). The adventures that were never told...
Sequel to Cache Raid...
Untold Chronicles...
Lockout
The dark cloud of Howlers had polluted their entire sky, leaving no trace of light to be found, only the glow of the full moon supplied any light upon the damned island, awakening the beasts within the cursed ones. Or so any myth, folklore, or tale of terror would have been remarked from a professional story teller. Due to the magnetic pull of the moon, it had triggered the werewolf formula within the subjects' bodies and minds, shape shifting them into the monsters they were cursed to be. But for another subject, one whom was not apart of the werewolf breeding program, had been awoken from her tranquilized slumber, and was slowly regaining her hold on her body.
Neyla took a few minutes to get a better feel of her surroundings, as she continued to breathe the conditioned air around her. She could see a overwhelming light past her eyelids, too strong and concentrated to be the moon, more familiar to a observation light used by surgeons to perform surgical operations, or by scientists to dissect specimens. She did not like the idea of being held down and cut open with a scalpel, while some mad scientist with nothing better to do opened her up to see what made her tick.
The white tigress opened her eyes and squinted them immediately, due to the nearly blinding light that loomed over her. She tried to shield herself from the light but found both her arms in shackles that were welded above her head to the table she was restrained to. Observing her surroundings, she was slightly surprised by the change of clothing she was now wearing, the plain white, two-piece bathing suit, one that was worn by clones who hibernated in their cloning tubes, one that she had slept in before too.
She looked all around the research laboratory that made up her surroundings, spotting six, she counted, cloning tubes, where half of them held synthetic subjects floating within the thick-watery fluid within the glass encasement. On the other side, she saw a two counter tops covered with test tubes and other glass containers filled with multiple colored liquids. Next to the collection of chemicals was a large glass jar filled with a multicolored substance, which she could easily recognize as the synthetic blood to provide the clones, as they were pumped into the cloning tubes. She also spotted a row of Plexiglas encasements, each one holding a suit of well-polished silver armor and masks with only two circles, symbolizing eyes.
This laboratory room was all too familiar, like the very lab she had been reborn in by the use of the Reincarnated Cloning program by the insane scientist, Dr. Arnold Reinvar. No, it was nothing like the hyena's cloning production, it was the same laboratory that she had been cloned in, where she had been pulled out of death to begin a new life. It all made perfect sense, what with the clones he breed, the armor and masks he built to control them, and the chemicals that created the virus that nearly killed everyone in the world.
She shuddered at the memory of that lunatic attaching wires into her head and trying to control her, he had planned to make her into the most powerful weapon that the world had ever seen, and she, with all her will, had kept resisting and rebelling from his authority, which only convinced him to try more effective and harsh theories to break her.
Neyla observed the rest of the laboratory, the security cameras that watched every movement, the control panels and terminals that most likely controlled everything in the entire complex facility, and surprisingly the lone android who was only a few meters from her, its back turned as it appeared to mind its own business with the controls. She was a little curious about the droid, it looked like the same model as Borg, only it had six arms instead of two, a hovering device underneath its torso replaced its legs, and the round head had a horn-shape end behind it, which held the cord to a plug attached to the main computer.
"Borg?" She murmured, why did her voice sound weak? "Borg, is that you?"
The android rotated to face her, and then hovered over to answer her question, "Ah Neyla, nice of you to return to me." With that same English accent, she definitely knew it was him.
The white tigress gave him a semi-glare of a look, as if she was angry with him, "Why did you do it?"
"I'm sorry?" The droid replied, as if not understanding what she meant.
"Why did you tranquilize me?" She asked, trying to sit up. But more than the restraints kept her from succeeding, for when she lifted her head off of the table, a wave of dizziness washed over, pushing her back down, as she dropped her head.
Borg eased her down, two mechanical palms held and positioning her head to face upwards to the lights, "Now, now... take it easy. The soporific drug you have been injected with was more than effective in incapacitating you, any physical movement will denied for a while."
"Why?!" She breathed, "Why didn't you tell us you were working for Reinvar?"
"Because that was information that I needed to keep secret, otherwise Mr. Cooper and his associates would not have trusted me to act as their medic," the machine exclaimed, looking away for a second, "Ah, the things we keep secret in order to protect others and ourselves."
"And me? Why am I here?- And what do you want with me?"
"Because, my dear Neyla, you hold computerized data within your memory that is key to my primary programming," replied the droid, "I knew that straight from the beginning when I first met you, here, at the complex facility."
"We've met before?" She said, confused, "But how come I don't remember any of that?"
"Ah, you see, when you were being awfully stubborn in submitting to the Professor's will, he decided to send you away by turning you in to Interpol. Before he prepped you for the trip to Paris, we erased your memory of this installation and of me, so that you would not report and reveal it to the outside world, and so that my objective would be made a step easier. Holding you down always resulted in me needing immediate repairs to my form."
"Then what is your primary program, and what does it have to do with me?"
"I already told you, you hold computerized data within your memory, and I needed to acquire it," exclaimed the droid, as he pulled out an silver device, an electronic headpiece that was made to wrap around her head. It had a single red light in the middle of it, made to be positioned in the center of her forehead, as he approached the device to her face.
"Borg, wait..." Neyla told him, shuddering away from the device, "If there's something you wanna know, I'll tell anything you want to know, everything you want to know..."
The machine did not hesitate or stop as he attached the headpiece to her forehead, "I'm afraid that will do no good, the data I require is buried deep within your brain's locked memories, which of course not even you can access. But with the new form of technology, I should be able to search your mind and download the data.
"Never fear," exclaimed the android, "the process is painless, although it may take some time to find the data and download it all."
"But Borg, you don't have to do this."
"I know, but I am doing it for two things; to complete my objective and rid myself of my primary programming..." he told her, his voice growing steadily deeper, "...plus for something on my personal towards you."
Without another second thought, the device clamped and sealed around Neyla's forehead. From the ceiling, a circular, round device descended over her, a large, red eye opened from it. It leveled itself to get a good look at her, but aimed for the red light on her head, and in a second, a red, thin ray of light flashed from the eye and into the device.
The white tigress was stunned from her head to the tip of her toes, she could feel the light slither like a snake into her mind, observing and studying every thought. She could do nothing against the light, she feared it would have a severe effect on. Would it leave her mind shattered to destroy herself, thereby killing her, or would it brainwash her and leave her to be the weapon Reinvar wanted her to be? Either way, all she believed, for the time being, was that her fate was sealed and decided for herself.
Anyway, any questions? Comments? Etc.?
