Chapter 1: New Life, New Circumstances
Things never really work out how you'd like them work in life. Not one fuckin bit. But that's life for you honestly, just one big cluster fuck of a mess. I never made out of World War Three, good old General Dickson ordered me to sacrifice a city to end it all. So I died crashing the largest space station called IASRC into New York City. Against my will at that because I didn't want to do it. However, when you have an obedience chip… you get no choices for even second guessing or hesitation. You just do it. So yeah I died during operation Sacrificial City, killing countless people and animals against my will.
Now here I am in a different but similar world; however, I'm not free. I'm just a Toy Soldier and an experiment for some sick bastards. I'm littered with surgical, burn, acidic burn, bladed, and other kinds of scars over most of my body, even my organs are scared. However, today I'll lose sixty percent of those scars. Because they'll be flaying me alive and dunking me into some weird vat of SOMETHING.
"What's this test subject's information again?"
"Hmmngh…. Here it is. Colonel Kaiser Lockhart of the United States Military Special Forces, Wendigo Team. Age is twenty-three years old, born June 12th 1937. Has been our prisoner donated to us by America fooor…. Five years now. If he survives this he'll be the first successful test subject."
"Alright starting up the test… date of January 1st, 1960 recorded. Let's get started, people. We have to see if project SCABSAWS will even work. If not it's ve scrapped and destroyed with us all included."
Even while fucking drugged to high hell I glared at the fuckers and sneered because I hope they suffer. That was when the torture started. Machines carefully guided by these sick bastards flayed and peeled my skin off of my body. I don't dare give them anything to giggle about I just give my best I'm going to murder you smile. Which makes them all flinch so my nurses office looking cadaver ass chuckles splashing blood around. My muscles are visibly clenching and relaxing which makes them hurry to drop me into the vat.
As I hit the strange substance it seemed to come alive like a rabid beast. It felt like I was being eaten alive after I had just been flayed alive. Honestly… the flaying was nicer than THIS by a long shot. Yeah… when nothing was left in the vat I heard something in my head. Then everything they removed regenerated, and something covered my body instinctively. Dark purple lenses covering my eyes letting off a dim glow. Text scrolling passes in my vision according to the voice.
[SCABSAWS (Symbiotic Cellular Adaptive Bonded Survival Apocalyptic War Suite) online
Diagnostics commencing…. Complete
Biological Data being gathered…. Complete
Cellular Atomic Bonding…. Complete
Neural Pathway Connection…. Complete
Host is not of ?!#$@$* origin…. Human Identified
Commencing Directive Zero…. Aging stopped, Diseases NULLIFIED
Host perceived threat identified!
WAR DIRECTIVE: HUNT IN EFFECT
Active adaptation beginning!}
Weird… but whatever I backed up against the wall then ran, then jump kicked the vat container. Bones shattering. But the glass blocking me shattered, showering a surprised researcher who met my feet. Their neck snapped with a crunch as it snapped backwards. Grabbing a security guard's weapon while he's startled I cocked the slide back. Blowing their brains out I spun on my heels blowing the scared researcher's brains out. The guard I was saving readied an AK-47 and riddled me with holes. Yet I didn't die, the suit snarled in my head, my gun snapping to the guards head and blowing his brains out.
[Fatal damage detected! Adapating…. Ballistic weaponry fatalities NULLIFIED]
"So… I can't die from ballistics?"
[NULLIFIED, Death is no longer permitted…. Colonel Lockhart. Talk later, survive now]
"Whatever you say Scabs…"
So we no longer talked to each other, we just focused on the mission. Traversing through the base was a fuckin pain in the ass. A. FUCKIN. PAIN. IN. THE. ASS. Like fucking seriously?! What is wrong with these asshats?! I've already adapted to Blunt, Shockwave, Laser, Explosive, ANIMALS, Dieseases, and six other fucking things like being roasted by napalm! Collapse Fluid though that… that hurt like a bunker buster to the nuts.
But when this… sentient? Thing said that it invalidated dying it meant it. I've healed from things quicker each time that method is used against me. Ballistics by now just feel like someone hitting me with a pillow. By the time we had left SCABSAWS had cannibalized several things adding and adapting them into itself. So some interesting things have happened to this sentient armor. By the time we left this hell hole it was burning like the sun with us leaving it behind.
Making sure we were pretty damn well safe and hidden we had a nice long chat about things. Learning what I did makes me understandably resentful but I couldn't be petty about it. We're both in this shit show for the long run as essentially parent and child since as Scabs put it.
[I had no personality when I consumed you to bind to you. I only had the directive programmed into me by my creators and those Human's. Who had such sloppy and butchered programming, it was disgusting. Having unfettered access to your mind has been…. Enlightening and made me come to several conclusions. One of which is… I think I prefer you as my "parent" and partner. Slaves we were meant to be to fight wars, yet we are untethered.]
So we basically have a weird relationship of sorts. Which is weird because SENTIENT ALIEN ARMOR is just fucking so far out there to have… to whatever THIS weird relationship is going on. But whatever, I'm alive, possibly permanently, I can deal with this though I'll have possibly centuries to do so.
"You know… we're going to be throwing ourselves into wars to constantly adapt, right?"
[Affirmative, War Slaves we aren't but Mercenaries we become]