Safely tucked In her standard issue voot cruiser she evaluated her next movements.
Priority one stay hidden
Priority two obey your tallest.
Priority three stay alive
Priority four obey your commands. Her programming rolled across her eyes. Her orders were projected there by implants. While most soldiers used computers and disks to view their orders her commands were too precious.
She obeyed. With out thought with out complaint she obeyed. In this era where even standard computers had feelings, she was an improvement even over machines. The product of careful years of scientific engineering, and even more training. Ever inch of her genetic code examined and edited for maximum results. Planets had died to further her creation. The chemicals of her body and brain regulated and monitored to achieve rapt attention focus and control. While they were at it they stripped her of emotions too. A perfect soldier. Too perfect deemed unfit for normal combat due, to bad reactions from civilians. Her social skills were minimal. They reevaluated her purpose. An assassin position was more suited to the anti social warrior. Her orders were to come directly from the tallest. If not through direct contact then through an underling. After all the tallest were too busy with operation impending doom 2. They shouldn't be bothered with internal bureaucracy.
Priorities one through three fulfilled she went over her commands.
'Target is class green little physical threat. May have traps.'
She added her own info to the report being compiled by her Pak for her superiors. 'target evaluation proved to high. Subject dna sampled and confirmed. Subject terminated. Main objective complete. Additional objective confirmed. Case containing highly sensitive data retrieved. Confirmation of legitimacy.. Not confirmed.' Her internal checklist finding a hitch she pulled a disk from the black case. It is a small black rectangle containing what would amount to endless pages of written words, if not for modern brilliance. She inserts it into her gauntlet. Through a direct feed to her pak, the information is channeled to her brain. Without the drawn out process of reading the work, her subconscious and mechanical half can find the key words and phrases that show the information is valid. Thus she begins to digest the information working at a rate of a 100 pages per second. It takes her an hour to make it halfway through. Having processed the information and tested the validity of statements with modern Irked knowledge she has found the information to be largely true. Only marginal Irken errors easily fixable by a machine. What makes her pause however is the subject matter of the disks. Her mind and pak both completely focused on their task, have found a connecting strain of data through the reports. Genetic engineering. The basic technology for Irken reproduction perfected thousands of years ago, these experiments are more to do with enhancing and strengthening Irked DNA by adding alien traits. In particular traits of aliens with natural elemental abilities. The edited version cut to raw data by her Pak is as such:
The Bo' shok A race with rock like constitutions, and the ability to shape metal and control metal. They even gain energy from consuming the raw materials they draw from the earth. The Velaire, a race of wisp like creatures that can guide and control wind currents. They destroy air molecules causing a vacume to draw in surrounding air, thus creating wind. The pharexn violent creatures with blood of magma. Close combat damage is suicide. The chemical reactions in thier bodies acur at temperatures where most Irken metals melt. In lower temperatures the can create fires by burning the air it's self. The Gelaraggia a intelligent plant race with recovery powers beyond that of even the irkens. They are able to re-grow a severed limb in moments. They are also able to communicate with plants and have natural self-defensive growths. Then there was what the Irkens had to name Light creatures, due to their inability to communicate verbally. Able to see in light spectrum beyond Irkens and other creatures, looking at one while it was alive was like looking into a sun. Dead they were revealed to be intelligent crystals. Their abilities included focusing and dampening light as well as illusionary tactics more advanced then holograms. The Elels deep-sea snake creatures able to harness and control their own bioelectricity to stunning and deadly results. Intelligent and deadly. The Esa being that were completely liquid, yet somehow intelligent, maintaining this even in solid liquid and gas states. They could draw any molecules with hydragen to them selfs. Last of all the extremely different creatures, was the Dwashos. They lived in the under ground cavers of a seemingly lifeless planet. With no other species then themselves their very existence made them unusual. Irkens that came in contact with them died with out and explanation. Their hearts and minds just stopped. In a world far from the warmth of any sun, they existid. Fur Black as pitch they had no eyes yet could always sence life. If there was a shadow anywhere in their container they would escape. The only weapon that had any effect on them was light and it merely weakened them. They seemed to be living shadows.
All the races were extinct now, their planets destroyed in military operations. However due to their abilities some of each had been captured for further studies in Irken labs. After the studies were completed they were destroyed. However in these data disks they lived on. The beings were brought to life by the scientist's words. If there as least one person who remembers the past it is not truly dead. Their actions and expressions their appearances and preferences, ghosts of them. All depicted in verbal detail down to the protein sequences coded in their every DNA strand. What is more she noted a great sadness shown whenever one was terminated. Not at a loss of the scientific opportunity, but at the loss of an individual being. If she could have expressed independent though she would have wondered at that. However what drew her attention was how the DNA was being used. Using certain restriction enzymes they were cutting and pasting DNA from the creatures into the chromosomes of Irken zygotes Every zygote got certain sequences, but some got more of certain kinds of DNA then others. There were 8 zygotes in total, one for each race. This still was not what interested her although it itched with remembrance. Finally the scantest got to the point where they gave the now fully formed smeets names, and began to chart their progress as intelligent beings.
"The smeets are turning out beautifully, no problems in formation, and no random mutations. The eight smeets are reacting well and are having no problems adjusting to the paks. We had worries that the organic non-Irken parts might not meld with the mechanical parts, but our fears were not confirmed, I am most glad to say. The smeets are cute and full of questions. Due to the nature of their future potential, we have not bestowed the full knowledge of the Irken race upon them. Seeing that their very existence is expanding this knowledge it might cause confusion. They have all the basic knowledge of warfare and communication. We are also working on a system of communication specific to them. A neuron net link to help them meld as a squad. Individual personalities are emerging. Some of my colleges express thoughts of repressing individuality, but due to their very different nature and the fact that they are at least in part Irken the majority and I dismissed this. It will not be encouraged but it will be allowed. For official records they have been called the black deaths, due to their shared eye color. I suggested a more refined name not so to the point, but of course it wasn't as "cool". Some of my colleagues are smeetish. As for individual names we will follow precedent and name them by experiment number. 0401661 0203662 0401663 0905664 06082665 0900666 0203667 0907668."
Meaningless numbers. Numbers that meant every thing to her. She was 0203667. She knew of her creation but she never knew there was anymore of her kind. Through the fog of her tightly clamped mind control curiosity strained to make its self heard. The validity of the disk was confirmed, and as long as one was real it was inefficient to examine others. It was only an optional objective. Being optional didn't mean she had a choice in its completion, it only meant that not completing it would not result in her termination. However one of her basic laws from her command center was Inaccurate. The caused her anxiety. Feeling anything was a new an intriguing experience and if she didn't have orders to not feel, she might have wanted to explore this new uncomfortable feeling.
However it was fact that she was the only Black Death created. The only one to ever exist. This idea was so firmly rooted into her it was almost as important as her directives. It was a law of her existence that she was alone. The very thought of not being unique was staggering. Enough so that she actually had an emotion. Severely inefficient.
Quickly she came to the most logical conclusion. Although the disks were valid, the researcher had to have been misinformed about the number of smeets. This conclusion, while false, allowed her to maintain within control of the programming installed on her pak. If she comprehended the enormity of a lie in her basic laws, it would drive her insane from the pressure of two conflicting ideas. The first fast, that her commanders lied, the second the law that commander never lied. Crisis averted she non-the less would report the error in the data to her commander upon arriving for debriefing and evaluation.
Her ship communicator beeped with in coming data. She brought it on screen with a flick of her claw. It read: "Agent Dark Death the coordinates of your debriefing are as such:" It went on to list numbers and zones. She obediently punched them into her navigation computer. While her true name was 0203667 her code name was Dark Death. Although it was not valid, it made her less difficult to address, by any that disliked unirkenising numbers. She was unable to comprehend this inefficiency, and did not dwell on it. Irkens did not sleep so instead she sent he pak into a stasisp cycle. A form of down time used to conserv energy and review/repair files within her pack. No longer alive to the world she fell back into her chair, more limp lifeless then normal. Her ship silently turned to follow its new course, the stars shining silently upon it.
Can you tell I passed regents biology? Actually the whole thing about taking DNA from one thing to another is a real valid practice. They use it to produce pure insulin, and have saved many diabetic lives. They also use it in our food in things such as corn and potatoes. Ya know the purple carrots in the grocery store? Well DD is a purple bioengineered Irken carrot. The sciencey junk is the other reason for the rating, mostly cause I figure 13 year olds have at least started to learn this stuff.. This chapter was mostly about explaining why she isn't a normal irken... Oh and this fic won't be a tallest basher just wait and see.. I like red and purple. They are like collage frat boys bent on universal domination. Next chapter we get back to da killin! Oh and if you read the review (the only one *hint hint nudge nudge*) by 7 I.C. 0209, she is the one i did the original rp with and has been a big help in developing DD. Also I am going to try and review each chapter and replace them with corrected ones as I discover errors (note this chapter has been edited to remove big errors. The format for it and chapter 4 onward are different because they were done on a computer that is older and not the one the first and 3 chapter were uploaded from.)
Priority one stay hidden
Priority two obey your tallest.
Priority three stay alive
Priority four obey your commands. Her programming rolled across her eyes. Her orders were projected there by implants. While most soldiers used computers and disks to view their orders her commands were too precious.
She obeyed. With out thought with out complaint she obeyed. In this era where even standard computers had feelings, she was an improvement even over machines. The product of careful years of scientific engineering, and even more training. Ever inch of her genetic code examined and edited for maximum results. Planets had died to further her creation. The chemicals of her body and brain regulated and monitored to achieve rapt attention focus and control. While they were at it they stripped her of emotions too. A perfect soldier. Too perfect deemed unfit for normal combat due, to bad reactions from civilians. Her social skills were minimal. They reevaluated her purpose. An assassin position was more suited to the anti social warrior. Her orders were to come directly from the tallest. If not through direct contact then through an underling. After all the tallest were too busy with operation impending doom 2. They shouldn't be bothered with internal bureaucracy.
Priorities one through three fulfilled she went over her commands.
'Target is class green little physical threat. May have traps.'
She added her own info to the report being compiled by her Pak for her superiors. 'target evaluation proved to high. Subject dna sampled and confirmed. Subject terminated. Main objective complete. Additional objective confirmed. Case containing highly sensitive data retrieved. Confirmation of legitimacy.. Not confirmed.' Her internal checklist finding a hitch she pulled a disk from the black case. It is a small black rectangle containing what would amount to endless pages of written words, if not for modern brilliance. She inserts it into her gauntlet. Through a direct feed to her pak, the information is channeled to her brain. Without the drawn out process of reading the work, her subconscious and mechanical half can find the key words and phrases that show the information is valid. Thus she begins to digest the information working at a rate of a 100 pages per second. It takes her an hour to make it halfway through. Having processed the information and tested the validity of statements with modern Irked knowledge she has found the information to be largely true. Only marginal Irken errors easily fixable by a machine. What makes her pause however is the subject matter of the disks. Her mind and pak both completely focused on their task, have found a connecting strain of data through the reports. Genetic engineering. The basic technology for Irken reproduction perfected thousands of years ago, these experiments are more to do with enhancing and strengthening Irked DNA by adding alien traits. In particular traits of aliens with natural elemental abilities. The edited version cut to raw data by her Pak is as such:
The Bo' shok A race with rock like constitutions, and the ability to shape metal and control metal. They even gain energy from consuming the raw materials they draw from the earth. The Velaire, a race of wisp like creatures that can guide and control wind currents. They destroy air molecules causing a vacume to draw in surrounding air, thus creating wind. The pharexn violent creatures with blood of magma. Close combat damage is suicide. The chemical reactions in thier bodies acur at temperatures where most Irken metals melt. In lower temperatures the can create fires by burning the air it's self. The Gelaraggia a intelligent plant race with recovery powers beyond that of even the irkens. They are able to re-grow a severed limb in moments. They are also able to communicate with plants and have natural self-defensive growths. Then there was what the Irkens had to name Light creatures, due to their inability to communicate verbally. Able to see in light spectrum beyond Irkens and other creatures, looking at one while it was alive was like looking into a sun. Dead they were revealed to be intelligent crystals. Their abilities included focusing and dampening light as well as illusionary tactics more advanced then holograms. The Elels deep-sea snake creatures able to harness and control their own bioelectricity to stunning and deadly results. Intelligent and deadly. The Esa being that were completely liquid, yet somehow intelligent, maintaining this even in solid liquid and gas states. They could draw any molecules with hydragen to them selfs. Last of all the extremely different creatures, was the Dwashos. They lived in the under ground cavers of a seemingly lifeless planet. With no other species then themselves their very existence made them unusual. Irkens that came in contact with them died with out and explanation. Their hearts and minds just stopped. In a world far from the warmth of any sun, they existid. Fur Black as pitch they had no eyes yet could always sence life. If there was a shadow anywhere in their container they would escape. The only weapon that had any effect on them was light and it merely weakened them. They seemed to be living shadows.
All the races were extinct now, their planets destroyed in military operations. However due to their abilities some of each had been captured for further studies in Irken labs. After the studies were completed they were destroyed. However in these data disks they lived on. The beings were brought to life by the scientist's words. If there as least one person who remembers the past it is not truly dead. Their actions and expressions their appearances and preferences, ghosts of them. All depicted in verbal detail down to the protein sequences coded in their every DNA strand. What is more she noted a great sadness shown whenever one was terminated. Not at a loss of the scientific opportunity, but at the loss of an individual being. If she could have expressed independent though she would have wondered at that. However what drew her attention was how the DNA was being used. Using certain restriction enzymes they were cutting and pasting DNA from the creatures into the chromosomes of Irken zygotes Every zygote got certain sequences, but some got more of certain kinds of DNA then others. There were 8 zygotes in total, one for each race. This still was not what interested her although it itched with remembrance. Finally the scantest got to the point where they gave the now fully formed smeets names, and began to chart their progress as intelligent beings.
"The smeets are turning out beautifully, no problems in formation, and no random mutations. The eight smeets are reacting well and are having no problems adjusting to the paks. We had worries that the organic non-Irken parts might not meld with the mechanical parts, but our fears were not confirmed, I am most glad to say. The smeets are cute and full of questions. Due to the nature of their future potential, we have not bestowed the full knowledge of the Irken race upon them. Seeing that their very existence is expanding this knowledge it might cause confusion. They have all the basic knowledge of warfare and communication. We are also working on a system of communication specific to them. A neuron net link to help them meld as a squad. Individual personalities are emerging. Some of my colleges express thoughts of repressing individuality, but due to their very different nature and the fact that they are at least in part Irken the majority and I dismissed this. It will not be encouraged but it will be allowed. For official records they have been called the black deaths, due to their shared eye color. I suggested a more refined name not so to the point, but of course it wasn't as "cool". Some of my colleagues are smeetish. As for individual names we will follow precedent and name them by experiment number. 0401661 0203662 0401663 0905664 06082665 0900666 0203667 0907668."
Meaningless numbers. Numbers that meant every thing to her. She was 0203667. She knew of her creation but she never knew there was anymore of her kind. Through the fog of her tightly clamped mind control curiosity strained to make its self heard. The validity of the disk was confirmed, and as long as one was real it was inefficient to examine others. It was only an optional objective. Being optional didn't mean she had a choice in its completion, it only meant that not completing it would not result in her termination. However one of her basic laws from her command center was Inaccurate. The caused her anxiety. Feeling anything was a new an intriguing experience and if she didn't have orders to not feel, she might have wanted to explore this new uncomfortable feeling.
However it was fact that she was the only Black Death created. The only one to ever exist. This idea was so firmly rooted into her it was almost as important as her directives. It was a law of her existence that she was alone. The very thought of not being unique was staggering. Enough so that she actually had an emotion. Severely inefficient.
Quickly she came to the most logical conclusion. Although the disks were valid, the researcher had to have been misinformed about the number of smeets. This conclusion, while false, allowed her to maintain within control of the programming installed on her pak. If she comprehended the enormity of a lie in her basic laws, it would drive her insane from the pressure of two conflicting ideas. The first fast, that her commanders lied, the second the law that commander never lied. Crisis averted she non-the less would report the error in the data to her commander upon arriving for debriefing and evaluation.
Her ship communicator beeped with in coming data. She brought it on screen with a flick of her claw. It read: "Agent Dark Death the coordinates of your debriefing are as such:" It went on to list numbers and zones. She obediently punched them into her navigation computer. While her true name was 0203667 her code name was Dark Death. Although it was not valid, it made her less difficult to address, by any that disliked unirkenising numbers. She was unable to comprehend this inefficiency, and did not dwell on it. Irkens did not sleep so instead she sent he pak into a stasisp cycle. A form of down time used to conserv energy and review/repair files within her pack. No longer alive to the world she fell back into her chair, more limp lifeless then normal. Her ship silently turned to follow its new course, the stars shining silently upon it.
Can you tell I passed regents biology? Actually the whole thing about taking DNA from one thing to another is a real valid practice. They use it to produce pure insulin, and have saved many diabetic lives. They also use it in our food in things such as corn and potatoes. Ya know the purple carrots in the grocery store? Well DD is a purple bioengineered Irken carrot. The sciencey junk is the other reason for the rating, mostly cause I figure 13 year olds have at least started to learn this stuff.. This chapter was mostly about explaining why she isn't a normal irken... Oh and this fic won't be a tallest basher just wait and see.. I like red and purple. They are like collage frat boys bent on universal domination. Next chapter we get back to da killin! Oh and if you read the review (the only one *hint hint nudge nudge*) by 7 I.C. 0209, she is the one i did the original rp with and has been a big help in developing DD. Also I am going to try and review each chapter and replace them with corrected ones as I discover errors (note this chapter has been edited to remove big errors. The format for it and chapter 4 onward are different because they were done on a computer that is older and not the one the first and 3 chapter were uploaded from.)
