The Price of Power
Chapter 6: 'Psyco'
Disclaimer: Why do I have to do this over and over? All of the disclaimers for the rest of the story are: 'Go back and read it in chapter 5.'!
"I can't be beginning to believe it!" yelled a very angry Jumba. "I knew I should have been locking you avay vhen I had ze chance! Now you have gone and done zis!"
Jumba pointed around at all of the destruction in the room.
0-0-0 sure made a mess of this place. Maybe I should have just let him out. Then Jumba wouldn't be this mad at me... Then again, it is kind of funny how red his face can get!
"I can't believe that you let out 0-0-0!" he yelled. "He is one of the most dangerous super-experiments ever created!"
"It wouldn't have happened if you had just given me the files of him!" I yelled.
"Zere aren't enough files for you to even have an idea of who he vas!" he argued. "Zere 'might' have been three files tops on him. And the files just have a few of his recorded powers and a few things zat can stop him if he gets out of hand!"
"Well that would have been helpful a while ago!" I yelled.
What an idiot! If he had just given me the files none of this would have happened. Why does he always screw something up and then blame it on somebody else!
"Do you know vhat vould happen if ze vord got out about him?" Jumba said. "zhere vould be mass chaos in the lab, and zhat's ze last thing zhat I vant. Right now he's only a rumor, and to keep it zhat vay I had to make 5-6-3 promise to never tell anybody! As I can see he already broke zhat promise."
Maybe he should have locked up 5-6-3 instead of me. He is, after all, the one with the 'secret' about 0-0-0.
"And vhat if you had messed something up with 5-5-5? Hmmm? Vhat zhen?" asked Jumba.
6-0-5 remained silent to this question.
"I'll tell you vhat vould happen." said Jumba. "Ve vould have an experiment running around on a killing spree because he only has a little vhile to live. That is anozer thing zhat I don't want to happen."
"You didn't even care about him anyway, Jumba!" I yelled. "He lived for a week and then you put him back there! He's been there for years! You've probably gone on and forgotten about him already! Just like most of the experiments before me!"
"I have not!" defended Jumba. "If I didn't care I vould have put 0-0-0 in another room. 0-0-0 was supposed to stop anybody from passing to his room... except for me, of course. It looks like zhat was another order zhat 0-0-0 failed to obey."
"How was he supposed to stop anybody when he was in a cage and couldn't do a thing!" I asked. I wonder how Jumba did expect him to stop anybody.
"I told him to think of a story to scare ze other experiments." Jumba said. "He had plenty of time to do it, too. He vas in zhere since before za first experiment vas created."
Oh, that was really smart. He trusts the guy that killed his father to not let anybody through, and he was in a cage the whole time. That was really smart.
"I have a very good punishment for you, 6-0-5." Jumba said. "Part of it you vill like, part of it you von't. I expect zhat 0-0-0 vill be back soon for all of ze experiments, and you vill have to help me capture him. And to do it I'll have to put you through a couple of training sims."
NO! Not another one! Maybe it'll be something good. Like: kill Jumba training sims.
"I vas going to put 6-0-6 through ze training, but I think zhat he can vait. After all, he's still 'in ze tube'!"
Jumba's lame excuse of a joke didn't even make 6-0-5's mouth so much as twitch. But Jumba still thought that it was funny.
"As a matter of fact, vhy don't we just go zhat vay right now." said Jumba.
Joy! I thought that I was finally done with these things! But now I'm gonna have to do it again! Maybe this time it'll actually be for something useful.
6-0-5 and Jumba were in a silver room with a few pieces of 'software' in it. 6-0-5 sat impatiently as Jumba went through some cabinets and pulled out two little braclets with tiny probes on it. Jumba put them on each of 6-0-5's wrists.
These must be used to tell my heart rate or something in the training sims.
"These braclets are like shock collars." said Jumba. "Vhen I push a button on this little remote (pulls remote out of his pocket) It vill send 1000 volts of electricity through your body. It also moniters your vital signs, and vhen zhey get too a certain point it vill alert me. And don't try to take it off. If anybody but me tries to take zhem off zhey vill know ze meaning of pain."
6-0-5 was slowly making his way to the right bracelet with his left hand, but when he heard Jumba say this he stopped.
"It is being of Evil Genius. Is it not!" Jumba said excitedly. "Would you like me to show you?"
Jumba's hand started to slowly move towards the button.
Is he crazy? This thing could very well kill me! I had better say something before he pushes that button!
"NO!" I screamed. "You don't need to test it right now! I believe you! By the way, when do I get them off?"
"You vill get zhem off vhen I think you are ready." replied Jumba.
Jumba opened a door to his right and let 6-0-5 in. It was basically just a room with a few moniters and old computers. Jumba put some sticky things on 6-0-5. And he pulled up his vital signs on one of his screens.
"Your vital signs are good," said Jumba. "But I must varn you of something. In zhis simulation, you vill feel all of ze pain being inflicted upon you. You von't die and you vill not get knocked out. You vill be being graded on how many times you vill be hit and discovered, as well as a few other things."
6-0-5 walked into a room to his left. The room was huge. It was long enough to fit a large field in. He turned around and saw Jumba smiling at him and giving him the thumbs up sign. The room went pitch black and he lost sight of Jumba. He reappeared in the middle of a field. He turned adround and saw some kind of a small camp with a lot of gaurds around it.
"Welcome, 6-0-5." said an automated computer voice. "The mission of this simulation is to test your fighting and stealth skills, plus whatever else that you add into it. The goal of your mission is to rescue a very important person from this cult/terrorist camp... I will be downloading all of the data to you.
It doesn't sound too bad so far. Jumba actually made something good for once.
6-0-5 saw a screen appear right in front of him. It showed him some weapons that were available for use in the mission, weak points in the enemy's armor, and mission objectives
That doesn't seem to bad.
"The simulation will start in...5...4...3...2...1... start."
6-0-5 ducked low in the grass and spread it to see where everybody was moving to. It looked like there were about twenty guys on the ground, five mounted turrets, and two snipers in metal towers.
This might be a little harder than I thought. The main thing is to get past the gunners. If I do that I should be fine.
6-0-5 snuck very quietly around to where the gunners were. He had to stop every so often to make sure that the snipers wouldn't see him. He got around to the first gunner and snapped his neck, and he layed him down quietly so the others wouldn't hear him. 6-0-5 looked down at the guy and saw his silver armor shining in the moonlight.
We're about the same size. With this on I could sneak into there unnoticed and get whoever's in there out.
6-0-5 quietly slipped on the armor and snuck around to the man in the next turret. He was carrying a small plasma-converting pistol. 6-0-5 took the pistol from him and pistol whipped him in the back of the head. His body fell on the controls for the turret and it pointed down at the ground. The man turned towards him and said something in a wierd language. 6-0-5 didn't reply.
Oh no! I'm caught already! So much for being sneaky.
6-0-5 shot the guy in the turret and he fell out shaking madly. The sniper in front of 6-0-5 put his sights on him and was about to pull the trigger when 6-0-5 shot him in the arm. The sniper fell out of the tower and the impact broke his neck.
I wonder when the other sniper's going to notice that I'm down here. He's been sitting there for a while.
6-0-5 started towards the fallen sniper rifle. Just after he took his third step he felt a really bad sting in his back. 6-0-5 ran to where the sniper rifle had fallen, picked it up, and hid behind the building. He filled the clip with all of the bullets he found (about eight, but it could up to fifteen) and he had thirteen bullets.
Now what do I do with this thing?
6-0-5 tried to fit the clip into a slot but it didn't go in. He started to try to jam it in there but it still wouldn't go.
Why won't this stupid thing go in! What's that button for anyways?
6-0-5 pushed in the button and tried to put the clip in. It slid right into place. 6-0-5 took his hand off of the clip and looked around the corner of the building. The clip fell to the ground with a loud thud.
Why me! Why did Jumba have to put me in here!
6-0-5 put the clip back into the gun and took his finger off of the button. He looked around the corner and a yellow beam flew past his head.
Well... Here goes nothin!
6-0-5 ran around the corner of the building and another yellow beam went by his head. 6-0-5 quickly put the cross-hairs on the other sniper and pulled the trigger... it clicked. 6-0-5 pulled the gun down and looked at it in confusion.
What happened now? The stupid thing is defective! Jumba put in a faulty program or something!
Another yellow beam came at 6-0-5, but this time it was at his chest, making a horrible stinging pain shoot all over his body. The sniper in the tower threw down his gun and said something that sounded like a lot of cursing. Unaware that the sniper was unarmed he dove back behind the building.
What was wrong with that thing! If it wouldn't have defected I wouldn't have been shot in the chest!
6-0-5 looked at the gun for a couple of seconds and found a small handle on the right side of it. He pulled it and a blue shell came out of the chamber and another one went in. 6-0-5 stepped around the building and shot the guy in the tower and he fell backwards. 6-0-5 ran to the tower and climbed up it.
What's up with the ammo for this gun? Ahhhh! They both had different guns!
6-0-5 picked up a handful of the ammo and tossed it out of the right side of the tower. 6-0-5 heard footsteps to his left and he looked for what was making the sound.
There has to be twenty of them! And all of them are running this way!
6-0-5 pulled back the lever and it put another bullet in the chamber. 6-0-5 picked off the closet guy... then a second one... then a third one. A beam hit the gun and then another one hit him on the left side of his face, making the vision out of his left eye blurry. On top of it all something was burning his hands and he dropped the gun. It was glowing white and it had cracks in it.
Why is it glowing white like that? Oh, crap! It over-heated!
6-0-5 turned around to run, but it was too late, the gun exploded. Because of all of the ammo inside and outside of the gun the explosion caused two of the beams to blow in half. The whole tower collapsed with 6-0-5 underneath it.
This is just great! I probably have half a ton of metal on top of me. And to top it all off I have about seventeen cultists, all armed with plasma-converting pistols, that want to kill me coming my way! This simulation just keeps getting better and better!
Most of the armor that 6-0-5 had was broken off, but he didn't have time to fix it. 6-0-5 slowly pushed up and tried to get out from underneath all of the rubble. But all of the cultists gathered around the pile of metal and started to shoot it. The metal started to heat up quickly and it burned 6-0-5 horribly.
After about ten seconds they stopped so their guns wouldn't overheat. After about a minute all of the dust cleared from the air and 6-0-5 busted out of the pile of rubble and started to kill the cultists in a blind fury. 6-0-5 grabbed on of them and took his gun from him and shot him in the gut.
Only sixteen more!
6-0-5 jumped in the air with small yellow beams hitting him like crazy, but he didn't care. 6-0-5 was about to land on top of one of the cultists and he curled up his legs and kicked him as hard as he could, crushing the top of his skull. He took the body and hurled it into three more of the cultists,crushing their bones on impact.
Twelve!
6-0-5 walked over to another one and snapped his neck. He had a knife in its sheath and he took it out. He walked towards one of the cultists, and he turned around to run away. 6-0-5 ran after him, and when he caught up to him he stabbed him in his back. 6-0-5 took his pistol and turned towards the remaining ten of them, and they started to run away.
A bunch of cowards! That's all they are!
6-0-5 pulled his pistol up and shot four of them down. Two of them stopped for some reason and turned back towards him. 6-0-5 ran at the one on the left and puched him in the left side of his face, making his helmet cave in. For the next one he just puched him in the chest and broke all of his ribs and pucturing his lungs. He looked at the remaining four and found they were still running, almost out of sight.
They're far enough along now that they won't come back. I'll just leave them alone and get inside. I need to get out of this simulation anyways.
6-0-5 walked into the building and was greeted by two automated turrets. Before they could get off a shot he broke two pipes off of the wall and threw them at the turrets, destroying both of them. 6-0-5 walked walked down a corridor for about ten minutes. There was another cultist the end of it. He was guarding a door with a button next to it.
Oh, crap.
This cultist was not like the rest. He was about eight feet tall, a lot thicker armor, and a bigger gun. It was probably PCPR-1000 (Plasma Converting Pulse Rifle). It was a brand new model, one of the most powerful guns on the Back Marckets (Kind of like the Black Marcket). The gun had enough power to put a ten foot wide hole in about 5 six-inch rienforced steel walls easily.
"JUMBA!" I yelled. "I KNOW YOU CAN HEAR ME! I WANT OUT OF THIS!"
"I am being very sorry for zhis, 6-0-5." came Jumba's voice from nowhere. "But I cannot be doing zhat. You must copmplete ze training."
Well, that sucks. If I do get done with this guy I'll probably feel like Jumba just got up from sitting on me.
The cultist threw a punch at 6-0-5's head, and, unfortunatally, the cultist's huge fist made contact with the left side of his face. 6-0-5 went flying into a wall and a pipe fell on top of his head. He picked it up and swung it at the cultist's side. When it hit him it didn't so much as make a dent in his armor.
This is definetaly not good.
6-0-5 took another swing at the cultist, but he caught it and slung 6-0-5 into another wall. The cultist picked up 6-0-5 and started to punch him in the gut multiple times. After he was done doing this dropped him and kicked him into the cieling. 6-0-5 laid on the ground, barely able to move after the beating he had just recieved.
That's it. Game over... or maybe not.
6-0-5 noticed a weak point that the armor didn't cover on the cultist... the neck. The only thing that protected it was a thin rubber pad. As the cultist reached for his gun to finish off 6-0-5, 6-0-5 quickly picked up the pipe at his side and shoved it through the cultist's neck. 6-0-5 stepped aside so the cultist wouldn't fall on top of him. 6-0-5 stepped around him and walked down the hall to the door. 6-0-5 pushed the button and the door slid open.
I'm finally done! All I have to do is free this guy and I'm outta here! It wasn't so bad. Just painful.
6-0-5 entered the room and found only a solitary chair with a fat person sitting on it. The man had a bag over his head, so 6-0-5 couldn't tell who he was. He walked up to him and took the bag off of the man's head to reveal none other than... JUMBA!
WHAT! I worked all that time... went through all that pain just to rescue this fat slob! I should just kill him here!
"Vhy are you looking so surprised, 6-0-5?" Jumba responded to 6-0-5's look of shock. "After all, I did say zhat it vas somebody important!"
6-0-5 pulled back his fist and was about to hit him when the room dissapeared, and he was in the middle of the lab's simulation room again. 6-0-5 stormed into the room and up to Jumba.
"I have to say, 6-0-5," said Jumba disappointedly, "You didn't do very vell. You got fourty-three percent out of two hundred percent. How do you even expect to be being a challenge to 0-0-0 when he got one hundred and ninety-nine percent!"
"I should have just blown up the building since it had you in it! If I'd have known I would have. And I don't care what 0-0-0 got on his, because I'm not going to fight him!"
Jumba pushed the button on the remote and sent electricity all through 6-0-5's body. 6-0-5 had forgotten that he still had it on.
"YOU VILL NEVER BE DISRESPECTING ME AGAIN! ARE YOU UNDERSTANDING ME!" yelled Jumba.
What a lunatic! I didn't think he would do it just for that.
"I understand you, Jumba."
6-0-5 noticed an exrcruciating pain in his whole body. He looked down and saw what looked like a lot of carpet burns and bruises.
"Yes. I am being very sorry about zhat." Jumba said. "I forgot to mention zhat vould happen."
He just happened to forget about that! Sure! Whatever, Jumba!
"You should be getting back to you quarters now." Jumba said knowingly. "You need plenty of rest.. It should only take two or three days to heal back up."
6-0-5 left the laboratory angry and sad at the same time. 6-0-5 was so tired all he could manage to do was to drag his feet across the floor. An experiment came up to him and started to make faces and make fun of him. He let it go on for a little while before getting angrier and slammed him into a wall. 6-0-5 was almost at his room when another experiment came up to him.
I wonder what he wants.
The experiment looked like a purple sloth with black eyes. There was nothing very defining about him. He just stood there and looked stupidly at 6-0-5.
"Did my little bug eat it?" the experiment asked.
'Did my little bug eat it'! What's that supposed to mean? This thing must be mental or something.
"I'm psycho!" he said excitedly.
"There's one thing I'll agree about with you. You ARE psycho! Well, see ya later."
Just as 6-0-5 was about to leave Psycho grabbed his arm. 6-0-5 turned around to face him, but psycho's face was serious and grave. Psycho handed 6-0-5 a piece of paper with the numbers: 6973420 on it.
"Don't throw away the paper." psycho said. "It's really important for the future of her."
"What's so important about the paper. And who is 'her'?"
"Don't throw it away, because it is important for the future of her." the experiment repeated.
Before 6-0-5 could stop him, psycho walked down the hall and out of sight. 6-0-5 sat there and stared at the paper.
How could this be so important for somebody? It's just a bunch of numbers. After all, it can't save any lives... Right?
6-0-5 went back to his room where he fell into a fitfull and restless sleep.
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