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Daelott
Chapter 1:
"It's truly an amazing creation. I think he's my greatest work yet." The voice inadvertently echoed through the development division of Chronos Canada. "If this zoanoid is a success, I'm a shoe-in for the next zoalord position." The voice sounded hopeful but long-suffering, like a prisoner who was about to be free after decades in solitary confinement.
"I'm amazed that you managed to figure out how to control him. The top minds here have been grappling with this problem for years." A second voice responded. "With good reason, I might add."
"Rocies, you worry too much. None of my previous works have gone rogue on me, and I'm certain that Daelott won't either." Dr. Mondo grinned, looking up into the tank, the green light it was emitting making him look even more ghostly than he already was. "Drain the fluids and awaken him."
"Huh? What's happening?...It's cold now. Where am I?" A near-continuous stream of somewhat disjointed thoughts rolled through Daelott's mind as the glass walls of his tank slid down, revealing him to the world. "Who are they?" Daelott's wonderings continued as he saw the two men standing in front of them. One of them was very sickly-looking, stooped over with pale skin, dark rings under his eyes, and hair that was utterly dishevveled. The other looked better, a well-trimmed beard and neatly styled hair framing his face. The sickly one was grinning from ear to ear, the other was staring at him in minor disbelief, as if his face wasn't used to showing emotion.
"Greetings, Daelott. It's nice to meet you." The sickly one said.
"Daelott? Is that my name? Who are you?"
"Yes, Daelott is your name. I am Dr. Mondo" he gestured to himself. "And this is Rocies." he indicated his friend.
"Hello, then. Do you think you could tell me where I am?"
"Certainly. But first, let's get you something to wear."
It was at that point when Daelott realized he was completely naked. Skinny, hairy and naked. "Good idea."
Later, after Daelott had been dressed in the standard Chronos combatant uniform, Mondo began explaining. "Daelott, you are in the Canada branch of Chronos Corporation, the true masters of the world."
"Really?" Daelott questioned.
"Yes." Mondo answered. "We are the true masters of humanity, and soon we will rise and take the world that is rightfully ours! And you, Daelott, are a vital part of my plan."
"Hmm. If I'm such a vital part of the plan, then what exactly do I have to do?"
"What you were designed to do, Daelott. Clear your mind, and listen."
Since he had been created, Daelott had been aware of something tugging at the edges of his perception, a sort of "mental static" edging the peripheries of his mind. As his mind cleared, that static began giving way to voices, then images. Hundreds of voices talking about everything from how bored they were to how they were certain they were going to die. And images upon images upon images, from security camera footage to computer data to humans transforming into monsters. Within the space of a second, Daelott's mind was flooded and he jolted back to reality. "What the hell was that?"
"That was why you're such an important part of the plan, Daelott. Try it again, and try to listen to just one voice."
Daelott sighed. "Okay." As he cleared his mind, the same flood of images and voices nearly overloaded him. It took a herculean effort to shut them out, but he finally managed to focus on a single stream of conciousness.
"Hmmm, two pairs..." Daelott saw a poker hand. Two threes, two 7s, and a king. Then the view changed, and he saw 3 others, all participating in the same game. Apparently, he was looking through someone's eyes.
"I raise you 10."
"Raise 70." The person directly across from his viewpoint's lip twitched slightly.
"I'm out."
"I'm out." The people on his viewpoint's left and right tossed their hands on the table.
"You in?" the person's lip twitched again in an attempt to hide a smile.
"He's bluffing." Daelott thought, and he felt something from his viewpoint.
"I'm in." Daelott's viewpoint tossed in the chips, and the only remaining person tossed his hand on the table.
"How did you know I was bluffing?" Daelott smiled to himself as he saw the utterly priceless expression on the loser's face, but then heard another voice in his head.
"Excellent work, Daelott! Bravo!" Daelott snapped back to reality as Mondo's voice rang through his brain. "You're a natural, just as intended."
"Um, thank you sir."
"You're welcome. Now, what do you know about your nature?"
"My nature?" Daelott was confused. "I don't think I know anything about that..."
"Well, it's about time you found out." Mondo reached into Daelott's mind and issued a mental command. "Daelott, AWAKEN!"
Daelott froze in place, trapped by an unknown force, a strange power coursing through him. He could actually feel his body changing, new muscles tearing through his clothes, revealing a whitish armor-like plating. What looked to be crystals formed on his forearms, and his hands changed, leaving him with only 2 fingers and a thumb. Daelott's hair seemed to disappear as his head warped and shifted, a bulge forming between his shoulders, growing up his neck and fusing with his cranium. An unearthly noise filled Mondo's office as Daelott's mouth was replaced with what looked like the biological equivalent of a speaker, tentacles actually growing out of his cheekbones, limply hanging down to his chest. His eyes had become large, yellow and almond-shaped, lacking pupils and looking more like the compound eyes of an insect. Daelott's nose was reduced to a mere pair of holes on his face, and he had what looked like whiskers growing out of his chin.
"What. The heck. Am I?" Daelott asked between gasps for air, his voice sounding synthesised and tinny.
"You are the first of your kind, a zoalord-enhanced zoanoid." Mondo replied, looking extremely proud of himself.
"A what?"
"In layman's terms, you are a zoanoid. And a zoalord is capable of telepathically controlling zoanoids. So you are a zoanoid capable of controlling other zoanoids."
"Really?" Daelott looked over his zoaform, noticing that he now had only 3 toes on each foot, one of which came out of his heel. "How do I do that?"
"Just like how you told the winner of that poker game the other guy was bluffing. Just reach into the mind you want to control, and think what you want done."
Daelott concentrated, his mind reaching out to Rocies, who'd been standing in the shadows all the while. "Do the macarena." At this command, Rocies started dancing, looking like he was hypnotized. Both Daelott and Mondo broke out into laughter at the sight of him dancing like an idiot.
"Magnificent!" was all that Mondo managed to get out before breaking down into a pile of giggles again, and having to think what he had to say to Daelott. "But there is still much more you have to learn. We begin after we can stop laughing." Their laughter echoed through the office as Rocies fought to stop dancing.
Zoanoid Data- Chronos Canada Branch
Development Code: ZETT-001
Serial Number: YZN-032-MO
Name:Daelott
Present status: Zoalord-enhanced test type
Information: Created by Dr.Mondo as a means to extend the Chronos command structure and allow indirect control over ever-increasing numbers of zoaforms. While experiments in this have been performed for years, Daelott is the only version of this variety to survive processing.
Abilities: This zoanoid was designed as a tactical unit, and it lacks raw power, but more than makes up for it in intelligence and defensive capability. Despite it's zoalord-like enhancements, it does not retain any zoaform strength as a human. Additionally, Daelott's bio-energy reserves are limited, and it must recharge between uses. This is done either by extended rest periods, or draining the bio-energy of a zoanoid by touching it with his tentacles.
-Daelott's muscles are less enhanced than most other zoanoids, and it possesses the strength of only 5 men in zoaform.
-Daelott's skin is extremely tough, and it's durability is that of a hyper- zoanoid. In addition, it is capable of projecting a bio-energy shield from the synthetic zoacrystals on it's forearms, either directionally or omnidirectionally. The directional fields use less power than the omnidirectional one, but are incapable of defending against multidirectional attacks.
-Daelott's reflex speed is approximately 120 times normal.
-Daelott is capable of telepathically controlling zoanoids much like a zoalord. However, this control can be overridden by a stronger telepathy. Additionally, Daelott is incapable of commanding a zoanoid to self- destruct.
-Daelott was built to be fast, as well as durable. It's maximum ground speed is 100k/h. It is also capable of telekinetic flight, and can reach flight speeds of 500k/h.
Height: 191 cm Weight: 89 kg
Daelott
Chapter 1:
"It's truly an amazing creation. I think he's my greatest work yet." The voice inadvertently echoed through the development division of Chronos Canada. "If this zoanoid is a success, I'm a shoe-in for the next zoalord position." The voice sounded hopeful but long-suffering, like a prisoner who was about to be free after decades in solitary confinement.
"I'm amazed that you managed to figure out how to control him. The top minds here have been grappling with this problem for years." A second voice responded. "With good reason, I might add."
"Rocies, you worry too much. None of my previous works have gone rogue on me, and I'm certain that Daelott won't either." Dr. Mondo grinned, looking up into the tank, the green light it was emitting making him look even more ghostly than he already was. "Drain the fluids and awaken him."
"Huh? What's happening?...It's cold now. Where am I?" A near-continuous stream of somewhat disjointed thoughts rolled through Daelott's mind as the glass walls of his tank slid down, revealing him to the world. "Who are they?" Daelott's wonderings continued as he saw the two men standing in front of them. One of them was very sickly-looking, stooped over with pale skin, dark rings under his eyes, and hair that was utterly dishevveled. The other looked better, a well-trimmed beard and neatly styled hair framing his face. The sickly one was grinning from ear to ear, the other was staring at him in minor disbelief, as if his face wasn't used to showing emotion.
"Greetings, Daelott. It's nice to meet you." The sickly one said.
"Daelott? Is that my name? Who are you?"
"Yes, Daelott is your name. I am Dr. Mondo" he gestured to himself. "And this is Rocies." he indicated his friend.
"Hello, then. Do you think you could tell me where I am?"
"Certainly. But first, let's get you something to wear."
It was at that point when Daelott realized he was completely naked. Skinny, hairy and naked. "Good idea."
Later, after Daelott had been dressed in the standard Chronos combatant uniform, Mondo began explaining. "Daelott, you are in the Canada branch of Chronos Corporation, the true masters of the world."
"Really?" Daelott questioned.
"Yes." Mondo answered. "We are the true masters of humanity, and soon we will rise and take the world that is rightfully ours! And you, Daelott, are a vital part of my plan."
"Hmm. If I'm such a vital part of the plan, then what exactly do I have to do?"
"What you were designed to do, Daelott. Clear your mind, and listen."
Since he had been created, Daelott had been aware of something tugging at the edges of his perception, a sort of "mental static" edging the peripheries of his mind. As his mind cleared, that static began giving way to voices, then images. Hundreds of voices talking about everything from how bored they were to how they were certain they were going to die. And images upon images upon images, from security camera footage to computer data to humans transforming into monsters. Within the space of a second, Daelott's mind was flooded and he jolted back to reality. "What the hell was that?"
"That was why you're such an important part of the plan, Daelott. Try it again, and try to listen to just one voice."
Daelott sighed. "Okay." As he cleared his mind, the same flood of images and voices nearly overloaded him. It took a herculean effort to shut them out, but he finally managed to focus on a single stream of conciousness.
"Hmmm, two pairs..." Daelott saw a poker hand. Two threes, two 7s, and a king. Then the view changed, and he saw 3 others, all participating in the same game. Apparently, he was looking through someone's eyes.
"I raise you 10."
"Raise 70." The person directly across from his viewpoint's lip twitched slightly.
"I'm out."
"I'm out." The people on his viewpoint's left and right tossed their hands on the table.
"You in?" the person's lip twitched again in an attempt to hide a smile.
"He's bluffing." Daelott thought, and he felt something from his viewpoint.
"I'm in." Daelott's viewpoint tossed in the chips, and the only remaining person tossed his hand on the table.
"How did you know I was bluffing?" Daelott smiled to himself as he saw the utterly priceless expression on the loser's face, but then heard another voice in his head.
"Excellent work, Daelott! Bravo!" Daelott snapped back to reality as Mondo's voice rang through his brain. "You're a natural, just as intended."
"Um, thank you sir."
"You're welcome. Now, what do you know about your nature?"
"My nature?" Daelott was confused. "I don't think I know anything about that..."
"Well, it's about time you found out." Mondo reached into Daelott's mind and issued a mental command. "Daelott, AWAKEN!"
Daelott froze in place, trapped by an unknown force, a strange power coursing through him. He could actually feel his body changing, new muscles tearing through his clothes, revealing a whitish armor-like plating. What looked to be crystals formed on his forearms, and his hands changed, leaving him with only 2 fingers and a thumb. Daelott's hair seemed to disappear as his head warped and shifted, a bulge forming between his shoulders, growing up his neck and fusing with his cranium. An unearthly noise filled Mondo's office as Daelott's mouth was replaced with what looked like the biological equivalent of a speaker, tentacles actually growing out of his cheekbones, limply hanging down to his chest. His eyes had become large, yellow and almond-shaped, lacking pupils and looking more like the compound eyes of an insect. Daelott's nose was reduced to a mere pair of holes on his face, and he had what looked like whiskers growing out of his chin.
"What. The heck. Am I?" Daelott asked between gasps for air, his voice sounding synthesised and tinny.
"You are the first of your kind, a zoalord-enhanced zoanoid." Mondo replied, looking extremely proud of himself.
"A what?"
"In layman's terms, you are a zoanoid. And a zoalord is capable of telepathically controlling zoanoids. So you are a zoanoid capable of controlling other zoanoids."
"Really?" Daelott looked over his zoaform, noticing that he now had only 3 toes on each foot, one of which came out of his heel. "How do I do that?"
"Just like how you told the winner of that poker game the other guy was bluffing. Just reach into the mind you want to control, and think what you want done."
Daelott concentrated, his mind reaching out to Rocies, who'd been standing in the shadows all the while. "Do the macarena." At this command, Rocies started dancing, looking like he was hypnotized. Both Daelott and Mondo broke out into laughter at the sight of him dancing like an idiot.
"Magnificent!" was all that Mondo managed to get out before breaking down into a pile of giggles again, and having to think what he had to say to Daelott. "But there is still much more you have to learn. We begin after we can stop laughing." Their laughter echoed through the office as Rocies fought to stop dancing.
Zoanoid Data- Chronos Canada Branch
Development Code: ZETT-001
Serial Number: YZN-032-MO
Name:Daelott
Present status: Zoalord-enhanced test type
Information: Created by Dr.Mondo as a means to extend the Chronos command structure and allow indirect control over ever-increasing numbers of zoaforms. While experiments in this have been performed for years, Daelott is the only version of this variety to survive processing.
Abilities: This zoanoid was designed as a tactical unit, and it lacks raw power, but more than makes up for it in intelligence and defensive capability. Despite it's zoalord-like enhancements, it does not retain any zoaform strength as a human. Additionally, Daelott's bio-energy reserves are limited, and it must recharge between uses. This is done either by extended rest periods, or draining the bio-energy of a zoanoid by touching it with his tentacles.
-Daelott's muscles are less enhanced than most other zoanoids, and it possesses the strength of only 5 men in zoaform.
-Daelott's skin is extremely tough, and it's durability is that of a hyper- zoanoid. In addition, it is capable of projecting a bio-energy shield from the synthetic zoacrystals on it's forearms, either directionally or omnidirectionally. The directional fields use less power than the omnidirectional one, but are incapable of defending against multidirectional attacks.
-Daelott's reflex speed is approximately 120 times normal.
-Daelott is capable of telepathically controlling zoanoids much like a zoalord. However, this control can be overridden by a stronger telepathy. Additionally, Daelott is incapable of commanding a zoanoid to self- destruct.
-Daelott was built to be fast, as well as durable. It's maximum ground speed is 100k/h. It is also capable of telekinetic flight, and can reach flight speeds of 500k/h.
Height: 191 cm Weight: 89 kg