Note: This was not ingame but rather an RP tool that was created to add confrontation in the real world. It has sence been used in one other story by a fellow faction member. This is also an on going side story.

Time: 01:30 hours
Location: sixty miles away from machine power plant. "graveyard"
Crew: The Terror Squad

The Terror Squad sailed silently out of the mechanical cave. The modifications were perfect, even the few sentinels that were nearby that would typically hear them continued on there business.

'Good.' Anubis thought to himself as he watched from the observation deck. 'A few more test runs and we will be able to implement the modifications on the advocates home barge.'

Reaching for the comm he spoke. "Proceed to the 'graveyard', lets get this salvage operation underway." A second later the operator responded. Anubis watched from the deck, the cold air passing by as he continued to eye the sentinels. Without warning one of the mechanical killers pulled up along side the craft. Slowly it flew along side the craft, trying to figure out why its sensors could not detect the craft but at the same time its visual cameras viewed the machine.

"What will you do..." Anubis whispered. No fear in his voice, his cold eyes watched the machine as it approached the exposed deck. The machine was only a few feet away from him now. He didn't flinch as the machine came within inches of his own being.

"Hello." Anubis said cooly. Sentinels were animalistic in nature. If they had organic sensors Anubis was sure that it would be able to smell fear like the pets that the ancestors kept. As a blue, his mother would save dogs from the street, from the pound, anything. He had learned not to show fear to anything. If death came for him who was he to argue? The sentinel pulled back a few inches, its red eyes began to blink rapidly. No one had ever responded to it before, let alone greet it.

"Well then, on your way." Anubis finally said to the interrogative machine. "Just a glitch in your machine sensors, move along..." The machine seemed to accept the explanation and quickly left. And why wouldn't it, in the matrix everyone knew his face, but in the real, his face was different, only his crew knew what he really looked like. To the real, he was a nobody. And that was perfect. Most reds didn't know or didn't care to keep their RSI altered. It gave him an advantage over others, if he was ever in a situation where someone from the other side saw him, he would not be a dead man on the spot.

"Sir, three minutes until we reach the grave yard." The pilot said over the comm."

"Very good, once we arrive, set down and have the captured scavengers begin to locate what we need." Anubis replied. The craft slowly settled down on the metallic ground with a soft clunk. Not nearly as loud as another craft would have made, another modification to the Terror Squad that he was personally proud of. This craft was the perfect staging ground for upgrades to the advocates growing fleet.

Today was slightly different as he watched the small spider like machines run around the piles of old ships from the ancestors, rusted out hauls and of course, one the grave yards new arrivals, the logos. The machines continued to scurry about as the collector was launched. Another one of Anubis' creations, the collector resembled a sentinel with about thirty or so more manipulators, several of which were dedicated to metal cutting lasers, a hover pad base to compensate for the extra weight it could take on, and a robotic head. The AI that controlled the collector was created by the ships operator.

The small spider like machines began to chirp and blink at the collector as they found their targeted objects. Hover pads, outdated machine bodies, a large pile of blue pill holding pods recently replaced by a newer model, the list went on. The collector began to perform its duty, its manipulators picking up hover pads before returning to the ship to deposit them. It continued like this for about three hours before the holding bay was full. Time to return to the barge to begin work. If they managed to pull this off, the advocates would have a strong advantage over the other organizations and factions.

The Terror Squad power up and lifted off the ground, a silent behemoth, in its belly a chance to protect their bodies in the real...

Time: 06:00 hours
Location: one mile below surface, unknown location, Devils Advocate Home hover Barge.
Crew: The Terror Squad

The Terror Squad sailed towards the home barge. The sight of it was breath taking. Anubis couldn't claim creation of the ship, that was a combination of the intellects of the founding members of the Devils Advocates. A floating city, it could support eight hover craft at once for whatever reason. It was circular in design, the crafts landing pads on the outer most edge of the barge. Several buildings composed of salvaged material's rose up from the barges base. The towers housed crew quarters, raw material, food processing, one housed the barges equivlant Giant transparent holding vats of glowing red goo were seasoned threw out the whole of the barge, the power storage tanks. Ten in all, they provided power to the barge, its systems, and the hover crafts when they needed to recharge. An eerie blue glow from below came from the hover pads that supported the barge.

The barge moved like a lumbering giant, slowly passing threw the larger of the tunnels. It was unmoving now, the barge had arrived at a refueling port of the DA's construction for the giant behemoth. The refueling port leeched off the machines power supply, several of such ports existed, spread out to avoid detection and all were placed within the giant tunnels for the barge. One stop provided the barge and the hover crafts it supported with about two months of power, provided that the E.M.P. cannons did not need to be fired.

The automated cannon system instantly locked onto the Terror Squad before the operator transmitted the clearance code, allowing the craft to come within range and land. Instantly the mechanical cranes on the barge began to unload the craft of its recently acquired cargo of parts.

"Anubis, find everything you needed?" Anubis turned, it was his commander, Kabell. "Yes sir, most of the critical parts we managed to salvage, we will need to construct a few items ourselves. Power cells, cannon barrel, a few other things, but the fighter prototype should be up and running at the end of the month."

"Very good, I look forward to seeing what you come up with." With that, Kabell turned and left. Anubis watched him leave for a moment before turning his attention back on the cranes. If this really worked, they would be able to defend themselves against virtually any attack made by the other organizations. Time, all it took now was time.

Time: 20:00 hours
Location: one mile below surface, unknown location, Devils Advocate Home hover Barge.

"Final check complete. System primed. Fuel cell fully charged. Weapon load out at 100. LCF flooding complete. Activating hover pads. System ready." The voice in the construct chirped. Anubis felt himself begin to float, due to the cockpit construct. The system was designed to allow even a novice pilot to control the fighter.

"Activate sensors." He commanded. An instant later the endless white room transformed into the grim look of the tunnels. He was floating two meters off the landing pad, or rather the fighter was floating off the landing pad. Anubis looked around, making sure that the sensors were properly translating what they saw and placing them in the construct. It was strange; everything seemed to have a haze of red to it.

"Adjust the hue, it's a little too red." Anubis said, a moment later the fighters AI adjusted the images, everything looked correct now. "Good, save alterations as standard."

Looking around some more he saw fellow members of the advocates. What they saw however was the fighter. Anubis' body was once again in a pod though this time of his choosing. The fighter was the result of the recent trip to the graveyard. The cockpit was a blue pill pod, the fragile glass had been removed and in its place metal had been used to shield the pilot from weapons fire. The solid ammo cannons, giving it a tucked in look to it, flanked the cockpit on both sides. The fighter had a total of fourteen hover pads supporting it. Four on the bottom, two on the left, two on the right, two on the top, three acting as thrust and one at the nose of the fighter for breaking. The body housed the power cell, food, and an antenna so the pilot could enter the matrix as well as other weaponry and electronics that made the fighter fly. The bottom of the fighter, in-between the hover pads, was a weapon scoop. This allowed the fighter to pick up solid ammo magazines while still in flight, allowing it to remain in combat.

A pilot could remain in the fighter for forty-eight hours assuming the fighter didn't have to go into attack mode. An intravenous feeding tube was hooked to one of the medical plugs of the pilot, supplying energy. A facemask was then attached to the nose and mouth, providing the correct air mix or anything else. Finally, LCF, or Liquid confinement fluid, was released into the pod to provide protection to the pilot from sharp turns or any G-forces the fighter might experience during combat situations. And for final protection, more so that the technology would not be captured, a miniature EMP device and explosives were planted threw out the fighter to effectively destroy anything of value of the machine. "How does it look captain?" Kabell asked over the comm.

"Not bad, it feels strange though, wherever I look the controls for the fighter stay in view. I feel like I myself am floating without any help from the fighter." Anubis responded.

"We have done as you asked captain, ammo packs have been placed at various locations, they are suspended in the air by hover pads so you should be able to pick them up." The operator informed Anubis.

"Good, launch the sentinels. Time to see if this fighter is worth the metal we made from it." Anubis watched as several sentinels quickly launched and fled the barge. After the war in the Zion docks, hundreds of sentinel bodies were left. The machines had abandoned them, Zion found no use for them, and found them to complex to salvage. After deciding what to do with the sentinel bodies that were left behind, they took the bodies into the tunnels with the few remaining hovercraft they had at the time and dumped them all over the place. Naturally Anubis had found one such dumpsite and after repairing the electronics, removing the AI and receiving antennas back to 01 they had found the perfect test drones. Had they found more or if the sentinels weren't alarmingly easy to destroy in small groups they would have been used as defense weapons for the Devils Advocates. That was the problem though, the sentinels depended on overwhelming numbers, acting like a swarm of bee's to take down their prey. In groups of 10 or less, a single Zion hovercraft could actually destroy them. Of course that would happen long after the sentinels relayed the crafts location to other sentinels. That was what made even one sentinel controlled by 01 so deadly, if you managed to destroy one, chances were that it sent a single to its buddies.

'Three, two, one.' Anubis silently counted down. The fighter took off; the construct even provided wind that whipped at his face. He glanced at the floating interface displaying the radar. He could see the sentinels had gained some ground even now that he pursued them. 'faster.'

The fighter obeyed Anubis' mental commands. Glancing around, Anubis' wondered if this is what a sentinel felt. Flying threw the tunnels at speeds not capable of even the legendary logos. A tight turn came out of no where, pulling left, or rather willing the fighter to pull left, Anubis easily avoided the wall and continued on after the sentinels.

"Targets confirmed. Sentinel target drones. Ten in all." The construct reported.

"Activate weapon inventory. Display arsenal." Anubis said out loud to the fighters AI.

"Arsenal: standard twin solid ammo cannons. Two short range missile shells. Eight defensive anti sentinel lasers. Six EMP hover mines. Warning, use of defensive anti sentinel lasers will drain power cell if used over three minutes." The AI responded.

"Remove Warning. Load twin ammo cannons."

"Confirmed. Cannons online."
"Lock on to the sentinel that I point at. Create fire trigger interface for left hand." Anubis ordered. This was just a test run as well as creating alterations to the program on the fly. If the fighters ever had to be launched for real the interfaces would be automatically loaded by the pilots specifications.

"System ready." Anubis took a look at the sentinels fleeing from him. Once again he reminded himself this was just a test of the system. The sentinels would be coming for him if this were real. Selecting his target the interface displayed a circle and best firing solution for the selected weapon. He pulled the trigger, and nothing happened. Pulling the trigger again gave the same result.

"System, report." Anubis commanded, clearly agitated. "A file for firing the weapons is missing, attempting to recreate missing file… Done."

Pulling the trigger Anubis was rewarded with the sound and sight of the fighter firing on its target. He quickly dispatched seven of the sentinels. Before he could move on to the remaining three a proximity warning went off. "Warning, enemy hovercraft detected. The signal they are putting out reveals it to be a Zion hovercraft. Transmissions reveal it to be the 1st Zionist Infantry."

"Send the destruct code for the test sentinels, land and go into standby mode." Anubis commanded. The test sentinels quickly shut down, falling towards the ground like rag dolls as the fighter slowly descended towards the ground. Instantly everything execpt for life support and a few of the video feeds went offline. Anubis watched as the lumbering craft floated threw the tunnel. He was able to see the cockpit for the craft from here; he could even see a few people in the seats as the craft floated overhead. If he wanted, he could power up and attack. But now wasn't the time, everything had its place in the grand plan. Right now he couldn't afford the presence of the fighter to be known to Zion.

Finally the craft left the area, powering the fighter back up Anubis returned to the home barge. Not everything had been tested, but there was always tomorrow. Soon, soon the Advocates would have their defensive weapons to protect themselves from anyone who would do their bodies harm.