Disclaimer: I realized I should probably stick this in. Anyways, you all
know how it goes...I don't own Dark Angel, or any of it's
characters...blah, blah, blah.
Enjoy the story!
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Faces From the Past
Chapter One: Reminiscing
It happened years ago, but I still remember them...remember their faces as if it had all happened yesterday. They're hard to forget. We were all so young.
We weren't normal. We never would be. At least those of us that survived had the chance to fit in, to try and be as normal as we could ever hope to be. The others...they could have fit in if they had had the chance. But that was stolen from them, just like our childhoods...our innocence.
I guess I should start at the beginning. It's not like there's any other place to start if I want this to make any sense. First though, I should give you some background information before I start telling you our story.
Vivadyne Research was what started it all. They were a research company, and to everyone else, it was a company that developed drugs and antibiotics. They were revered, practically demi-Gods. But to us...to us they were the devil incarnate. Their sole reason for being was to breed freaks like us, to stick us with needles and perform experiments on us. We were little guinea pigs to them. Nothing more, nothing less.
Anyway, in 1995, Vivadyne opened a research facility in the Wyoming Mountains. This was to be their home base for their latest project, Project Manticore. They had gotten scientists from all over, and presumably payed them quite well, to test recombinant DNA. Their goal...to create an advanced infantry soldier. Basically, genetically engineered killing machines. They were mixing in animal DNA with human DNA to create this superior race of soldiers. We were designed to be superior, and superior we are. The catch is that, while we're great at being super soldiers, everyday life has a way of getting to us. We aren't always sure what we're supposed to be doing...or not doing as the case may be. Sounds great doesn't it? Yeah, right.
Anyways...their first attempt was the X1 division. I don't even know much about them except that they sort of self-destructed in a way. The scientists had tried to do too much to them at once and it backfired, so they were all terminated. Terminated? God, I still talk like I did when I was there. Old habits die hard, right? Anyways, the bottom line is, the X1 division was a failure in the most spectacular way. Kind of like the next group.
The X2's came next. Surprise, surprise. They were also a total disaster. Not quite as bad as the X1's, but still pretty bad. From what I remember, they were more like rabid animals than anything else. Thinking back on it now, it's sad to think of them like that. There were 30 originally, and 26 of them were termin...no, killed. They were killed. Put down like the animals they were. The only reason the other four were left alive was so that the scientists could study them. To us-the X5 division-they were nomalies...monsters in the basement that we were meant to be afraid of. And we were. I didn't learn until later that they were our prototypes, in the early stages of course...but our prototypes none the less.
There were the X3's and the X4's before us as well. They were also our prototypes. Slowly being perfected through many, many experiments. Then there was our group. And this is were our story begins.
Enjoy the story!
* * *
Faces From the Past
Chapter One: Reminiscing
It happened years ago, but I still remember them...remember their faces as if it had all happened yesterday. They're hard to forget. We were all so young.
We weren't normal. We never would be. At least those of us that survived had the chance to fit in, to try and be as normal as we could ever hope to be. The others...they could have fit in if they had had the chance. But that was stolen from them, just like our childhoods...our innocence.
I guess I should start at the beginning. It's not like there's any other place to start if I want this to make any sense. First though, I should give you some background information before I start telling you our story.
Vivadyne Research was what started it all. They were a research company, and to everyone else, it was a company that developed drugs and antibiotics. They were revered, practically demi-Gods. But to us...to us they were the devil incarnate. Their sole reason for being was to breed freaks like us, to stick us with needles and perform experiments on us. We were little guinea pigs to them. Nothing more, nothing less.
Anyway, in 1995, Vivadyne opened a research facility in the Wyoming Mountains. This was to be their home base for their latest project, Project Manticore. They had gotten scientists from all over, and presumably payed them quite well, to test recombinant DNA. Their goal...to create an advanced infantry soldier. Basically, genetically engineered killing machines. They were mixing in animal DNA with human DNA to create this superior race of soldiers. We were designed to be superior, and superior we are. The catch is that, while we're great at being super soldiers, everyday life has a way of getting to us. We aren't always sure what we're supposed to be doing...or not doing as the case may be. Sounds great doesn't it? Yeah, right.
Anyways...their first attempt was the X1 division. I don't even know much about them except that they sort of self-destructed in a way. The scientists had tried to do too much to them at once and it backfired, so they were all terminated. Terminated? God, I still talk like I did when I was there. Old habits die hard, right? Anyways, the bottom line is, the X1 division was a failure in the most spectacular way. Kind of like the next group.
The X2's came next. Surprise, surprise. They were also a total disaster. Not quite as bad as the X1's, but still pretty bad. From what I remember, they were more like rabid animals than anything else. Thinking back on it now, it's sad to think of them like that. There were 30 originally, and 26 of them were termin...no, killed. They were killed. Put down like the animals they were. The only reason the other four were left alive was so that the scientists could study them. To us-the X5 division-they were nomalies...monsters in the basement that we were meant to be afraid of. And we were. I didn't learn until later that they were our prototypes, in the early stages of course...but our prototypes none the less.
There were the X3's and the X4's before us as well. They were also our prototypes. Slowly being perfected through many, many experiments. Then there was our group. And this is were our story begins.