Okay for the last two posts I have forgotten to put up a disclaimer so here
it is:
I don't own Dark Angel or anything within the universe. I write for fun not for profit. If you sue I you'll end up with every cent I have; exactly 0.00$ so it'd be kind of useless.
In this universe Lydecker's wife wasn't murdered; she died giving birth to Geneva. They agreed to genetically engineer her and train her just like the other X5s. If you have any questions just ask. And sorry the first few posts are so short. They're always shorter when I first start a story but once my creative juices start flowing then the longer the posts get.
So here we go onto the third chapter: (
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Lydecker Plural
Part Three
Dear old dad and I were discussing why he had shot Eva. It was three days after the escape and early in the morning before training could start, and dad was in a nervous wreck.
"That doesn't explain *why* you had to shoot her down like target practice, they loved her!" he had just told me that she was a danger to the other X5s.
"Love is a sign of weakness." He clenched his jaw
"Oh, so does that mean you don't love me? What about mom did you love her?"
"I loved your mother dearly." He said simply,
"So that's it you won't allow your *creations* to have their own moment of weakness but you are allowed to be weak all you want?"
"They are soldiers I am not." He said stiffly
"With all due respect father if what you said is true then what does that make me?" I said softly
"You are my daughter."
"I am only nine years old and already I have the vocabulary and intelligence of a college graduate who decided to go to war." I knew I had hurt him, "ah, look I have just given you a moment of weakness."
His eyes flashed, he stood up I did as well.
"Remember, dear dad, you can't really do a whole lot of damage to me."
Lydecker sat back down but I remained standing.
"You are dismissed."
I turned to leave but I stopped, "her name was Eva and as a father will you please call her Eva rather than 'X5-766' pay the soldier some respect."
"Out."
I left and shut the door behind me. Sure I was angry and I wanted to slam the door but I didn't in fear that I might have broken it, then I would be in trouble. I went over to my quarters changed onto my Physical Training uniform (PT uniform) and waited for barracks maintenance.
After the forty five-minute first call, there was the Physical Training. Today it was foot marching and swamp crossing. That involved the duty uniform/combat gear in the training area number eight.
At 0:700 was personal hygiene, alone in my barracks. Today's meal was cold goopy supplement filled with vitamins, minerals, basically everything the body needs, maybe that's why it tasted like someone had already digested it and gotten it out of their system. Repulsing.
I had to eat though or I wouldn't fulfill the sufficient record amount of energy, every day people study me and record what I do and how well I do it. Next was formation/inspection at the Manticore compound. That was easy compared to what would be taking place next. Physical exams in Laboratory number five, that's where they start with the experiments for one solid hour. Today it was aquatic exercises. We were going for a four minute and thirty second record today. Then I would become part of an experiment to find other ways of interrogation.
They walked me into a giant tank chained me to the ground and let the water fill up. To bad I had decided against putting my hair up in a French braid. At the last moment I sucked all the air I could into my lungs. My hair was floating all over the place like in that old film where the astronauts were going into a head dive in a 747.
I looked up at all the scientists looking down at me. I was eight feet under the water. I closed my eyes and rested my head on my chest to try to relax, at the same time I pulled myself down to the bottom and sat there criss-cross.
I was under there a good three and a half before my lungs started to feel anything. My heart started to speed up. 'They will not allow me to drowned' I thought trying to convince myself. My heart slowed a little, but my lungs were burning by now. I heard a dull 'clink' and the chains were freed from the bottom. Immediately I kicked towards the surface. Nice cool air entered my lungs.
A hand reached out to my hand and grasped it to help me out of the water I took it and, using his grip I jumped out almost sending him in.
"Good job, X5-792." Lydecker said drying his hand off.
"Thank you, sir." I hesitated, "sir, was I really in there for only four and a half minutes?"
He actually smiled.
"No, I see there's no fooling you X5-792, you were under for five minutes and thirty, we saw you weren't struggling so we decided to leave you in for another minute."
"Thank you sir, but the only way I survived was because-"
Lydecker's walkie-talkie was saying something,
I was going to tell him that the reason was because the exceptionally smart scientists had made me this way.
"Repeat." He said
"We have spotted X5-559, he's in around Casper." The other man in the walkie-talkie said
Lydecker ran out of the room saying, "Box him in! Don't fail me, and I want him alive!" he just left me there dripping wet, 'what kind of father are you? You pay more attention to your creations than to your own genetically engineered daughter.' I thought while the doctors pushed me into the testing room. 'But then again you don't treat me like a daughter either. I've heard TAC officers talking about the look on little Natasha's face when she got her very first "Barbie", what ever a Barbie was. All I know is "discipline. Duty. Strength." And the other thing I know is that a Barbie isn't a brand new FN P-90 Submachine gun with the rate of fire nine hundred rounds per minute.' I thought.
The doctors were stripping me of my wet cloths and dressing me in a duty uniform. I knew what was happening way before they set me down onto that grotesque chair and had a red laser in front of my face..
I don't own Dark Angel or anything within the universe. I write for fun not for profit. If you sue I you'll end up with every cent I have; exactly 0.00$ so it'd be kind of useless.
In this universe Lydecker's wife wasn't murdered; she died giving birth to Geneva. They agreed to genetically engineer her and train her just like the other X5s. If you have any questions just ask. And sorry the first few posts are so short. They're always shorter when I first start a story but once my creative juices start flowing then the longer the posts get.
So here we go onto the third chapter: (
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Lydecker Plural
Part Three
Dear old dad and I were discussing why he had shot Eva. It was three days after the escape and early in the morning before training could start, and dad was in a nervous wreck.
"That doesn't explain *why* you had to shoot her down like target practice, they loved her!" he had just told me that she was a danger to the other X5s.
"Love is a sign of weakness." He clenched his jaw
"Oh, so does that mean you don't love me? What about mom did you love her?"
"I loved your mother dearly." He said simply,
"So that's it you won't allow your *creations* to have their own moment of weakness but you are allowed to be weak all you want?"
"They are soldiers I am not." He said stiffly
"With all due respect father if what you said is true then what does that make me?" I said softly
"You are my daughter."
"I am only nine years old and already I have the vocabulary and intelligence of a college graduate who decided to go to war." I knew I had hurt him, "ah, look I have just given you a moment of weakness."
His eyes flashed, he stood up I did as well.
"Remember, dear dad, you can't really do a whole lot of damage to me."
Lydecker sat back down but I remained standing.
"You are dismissed."
I turned to leave but I stopped, "her name was Eva and as a father will you please call her Eva rather than 'X5-766' pay the soldier some respect."
"Out."
I left and shut the door behind me. Sure I was angry and I wanted to slam the door but I didn't in fear that I might have broken it, then I would be in trouble. I went over to my quarters changed onto my Physical Training uniform (PT uniform) and waited for barracks maintenance.
After the forty five-minute first call, there was the Physical Training. Today it was foot marching and swamp crossing. That involved the duty uniform/combat gear in the training area number eight.
At 0:700 was personal hygiene, alone in my barracks. Today's meal was cold goopy supplement filled with vitamins, minerals, basically everything the body needs, maybe that's why it tasted like someone had already digested it and gotten it out of their system. Repulsing.
I had to eat though or I wouldn't fulfill the sufficient record amount of energy, every day people study me and record what I do and how well I do it. Next was formation/inspection at the Manticore compound. That was easy compared to what would be taking place next. Physical exams in Laboratory number five, that's where they start with the experiments for one solid hour. Today it was aquatic exercises. We were going for a four minute and thirty second record today. Then I would become part of an experiment to find other ways of interrogation.
They walked me into a giant tank chained me to the ground and let the water fill up. To bad I had decided against putting my hair up in a French braid. At the last moment I sucked all the air I could into my lungs. My hair was floating all over the place like in that old film where the astronauts were going into a head dive in a 747.
I looked up at all the scientists looking down at me. I was eight feet under the water. I closed my eyes and rested my head on my chest to try to relax, at the same time I pulled myself down to the bottom and sat there criss-cross.
I was under there a good three and a half before my lungs started to feel anything. My heart started to speed up. 'They will not allow me to drowned' I thought trying to convince myself. My heart slowed a little, but my lungs were burning by now. I heard a dull 'clink' and the chains were freed from the bottom. Immediately I kicked towards the surface. Nice cool air entered my lungs.
A hand reached out to my hand and grasped it to help me out of the water I took it and, using his grip I jumped out almost sending him in.
"Good job, X5-792." Lydecker said drying his hand off.
"Thank you, sir." I hesitated, "sir, was I really in there for only four and a half minutes?"
He actually smiled.
"No, I see there's no fooling you X5-792, you were under for five minutes and thirty, we saw you weren't struggling so we decided to leave you in for another minute."
"Thank you sir, but the only way I survived was because-"
Lydecker's walkie-talkie was saying something,
I was going to tell him that the reason was because the exceptionally smart scientists had made me this way.
"Repeat." He said
"We have spotted X5-559, he's in around Casper." The other man in the walkie-talkie said
Lydecker ran out of the room saying, "Box him in! Don't fail me, and I want him alive!" he just left me there dripping wet, 'what kind of father are you? You pay more attention to your creations than to your own genetically engineered daughter.' I thought while the doctors pushed me into the testing room. 'But then again you don't treat me like a daughter either. I've heard TAC officers talking about the look on little Natasha's face when she got her very first "Barbie", what ever a Barbie was. All I know is "discipline. Duty. Strength." And the other thing I know is that a Barbie isn't a brand new FN P-90 Submachine gun with the rate of fire nine hundred rounds per minute.' I thought.
The doctors were stripping me of my wet cloths and dressing me in a duty uniform. I knew what was happening way before they set me down onto that grotesque chair and had a red laser in front of my face..