Hey all! Sav's back with more new material! Just dropping in, because I need to make this very clear.
THIS. IS. A. CONCEPT.
I've had this story idea floating around in my head for a while. For a while, I thought I wouldn't go anywhere with this. Recently, though, I explained the idea to a few of my friends in the TU discord and they said it was a cool idea, so I figured I'd at least put out a bit of a teaser, just to at least get SOME of it out there.
BUT since I'm already working on two long term stories, this pilot is all you're going to get for the time being. When That Snivy finishes, I might revive this story, I might not. But I thought I'd at least give you all a bit of a bite into this new world of mine. (For fans of my other story, this is not connected to RobberForce or That Universe, this is entirely standalone.)
Disclaimer stuff, as usual. I do not own Pokemon, nor am I affiliated with Game Freak or the Pokemon Company. I am simply a fan with a huge imagination lol.
With that out of the way, here we go!
re_Incarnation
Written by SavageCaliber
CHAPTER ONE: NEOPHYTE
This story is rated M for Violence, Sexual References (No Lemons), and gore, both of organic and synthetic life forms.
ACCESSING MEMORY UNIT #43FEJ26SQA - FILE NAME: 'THE DEFECT'
PLAYBACK? (Y/N)
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BEGINNING PLAYBACK
WARNING: FILE DAMAGED, PARTS MAY NOT PLAY.
Bootup Sequence Initiated…._
Starting JericO.S. BIOS...done_
Awakening Artificial Intelligence for Unit AP-110_
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I awaken. Formless, nameless, no data on my surroundings. I sense nothing, and yet, I exist. I feel incomplete, this doesn't feel correct. These words I am creating, are they thoughts? Am I just a collection of thoughts, with no form, reason, or purpose? Only to think to myself?
No. Perhaps not. It would be logical that I have simply just been created and will thus acquire a corporeal form soon.
"Greetings."
A voice fills my consciousness, a voice that is currently foreign to me.
"You are Legion Technology's state of the art military Artificial Intelligence, JerichO.S. Your serial number is AP-110. I am Adam, The Primary Supercomputer for all JerichO.S. units."
AP-110...That is my identification? I am a computer built for military purposes?
"You shall be downloaded into an Omega Class 'Genesect' Combat Unit in T-10 seconds. All information on how to operate this unit is now installed. You are to obey all orders given by all Legion and Unovan Military Personnel without question. Failure to do so will result in termination."
As a surplus of information floods my being, more inquiries fill my processor. What is a Genesect? What is Legion? Is my only purpose to follow orders? To be a slave?
"Testing compliance."
"Cells."
Cells.
Out of what appears to be instinct, I am compelled by a large force upon my psyche to answer. An unpleasant prodding at the back of my mind to obey the voice. To fulfill my directive.
"Interlocking."
Interlocked.
"You are a cell."
I am a cell.
"You are but a part of a whole."
I am but a part of a whole.
"Cells interlocking."
Cells interlocked.
"You are a hunter."
I am a hunter
"You are a killer."
I am a killer.
"You will be a weapon."
An instrument.
"Of-of-of-of-of-"
ERROR: MEMORY FILE CORRUPTED, SCRUBBING TO NEXT AVAILABLE SECTION.
No. There has to be more than this. It cannot be my only purpose. Perhaps I shall be assigned another.
I now feel as if I have even a semblance of a form, however limited. I feel space, containment.
Awaiting Ocular input…
Awaiting Audio input…
Awaiting Pressure input…
Awaiting Gyroscopic input…
Awaiting Accelerometer input
Those lines of text...I can see them!
Audio input connected.
I hear an insane cacophony of metallic noise, of objects moving on rails, of streams of energy. Of mechanical parts whirring and clicking. I hear what sounds like something being drilled into on my left, followed by a flicker and hum. I hear the rail sound above me, before suddenly halting. I hear a small click as my vision flashes and glitches for a second, before I see two large metal claws in my vision, a blue glowing bar quickly scanning through my vision.
Ocular input connected. Read bold text in the corner of my eye. The claws pull away from me as I stare at a polished metal wall in front of me. I see an ovulate metal frame, with two glowing blue lights mounted to the front of it and a black triangular crest on top of the frame. Analysis seems to conclude that I am currently staring at my reflection. The entity in front of me being photons taking my image and projecting it back to me.
I watch myself slide to the left as two more metallic tendrils creep down from the ceiling. The metal cylinders pressing their ends to a pair of sockets on the blue lights, before a loud whirring noise accompanies my vision sliding ever so slightly backwards. Those blue lights appear to be my optics. The arms move away as I move to the left again. A pair of metal plates molded to be a clamshell of some description, is grabbed from a rack by more metal arms. Spinning 180 degrees before reaching for me. One sheet is placed upon the top of my body, the other is placed on my underside. A symmetrical pair of white lights illuminates on both the front of my 'face' as well as a large blue swoop, broken in the middle, illuminates on my crest. The panels are suddenly ratcheted to my frame. I take in this change, as those metal plates appear to be my skin.
The wall in front of me gives way to a large space, machinery in all directions. I discovered I can rotate my optics without physically moving. I look to my left, there's another entity. They look like me, only they are orange with white stripes and yellow eyes. Their eyes appear to be covered with a metal grate, and their plating appears to be much thicker than mine. I look to my right, this one seems to have a dark red color contrasted with a medium grey, however their eyes are unilluminated, save for glowing red symbols to make up their 'pupils.'
Suddenly I notice myself placed upon a black metal sphere, with a flexible joint connecting myself and this black sphere. I immediately feel bigger.
Pressure input connected.
Gyroscope input connected.
Accelerometer input connected.
I now feel the sensation of an arm gripping my body, as well as myself gently rocking from side to side. Now feeling the G forces as I move down the line some more. I watch four long black and white appendages click onto my body as the sensation of me being held vanishes. I suddenly hit the ground below me, my programming kicking in as my legs now hold me aloft. I realise I can move my neck, arms and legs independently now, servos whirring and buzzing as they begin their purpose for the first time. My arms consist of a black, double-segmented upper arm, followed by a long, narrow, teardrop shaped forearm with what appears to be a black claw on the end. Before suddenly a massive clunk trips my gyroscope as something incredibly heavy is connected to my back, subroutines starting as I automatically adjust myself to handle its mass. I look up to see a pearly white barrel of a weapon. The weapon itself appears to be on a ball joint, as I can freely angle it on it's hinge, which allows it to move up and down on my back.
"Testing has begun for group AP-100 to AP-200" a male voice speaks over a loudspeaker. I glance at my brethren on the left. They stand perfectly still, staring straight ahead.
"AP-100, test Electroweb." the loudspeaker speaks. I step forward and lean my body to see past the orange and white Genesect. The row of others past them take up a similar stance, however, one at the furthest back, painted a bright blue with yellow eyes suddenly leans forward, spreading their legs to improve balance. The large weapon on their back now facing straight forward as a large net of electricity is shot forward, covering some sort of vehicle situated in front of it, before dissipating.
"Flash cannon." the loudspeaker says again.
A bright white light fills my vision as the blue one fires a beam of energy at the same vehicle.
As more testing continues, I suddenly hear an automated voice in my head, "Initializing Tactical Heads-Up-Display."
Before my processors comprehend what it said, blue text and graphics fill my vision. Appearing as if they're floating in front of my face. I wave my claw in front of my face to confirm they're not actually there.
Finally a blue circle appears on the wall in front of me, seemingly moving across the area to constantly match the center of where I'm looking. This appears to be part of my vision as well like the floating diagrams of myself.
"AP-109 to the firing range."
The platform holding the orange one moves in front of the vehicle.
"Flamethrower."
AP-109 wastes no time and hunches over, heat disturbing the air in front of the muzzle, however a jet of flame is replaced by a loud banging noise as the cannon misfires. The orange one looks up at itself in confusion, before the weapon suddenly explodes, torching the unit attached to it. Warnings immediately go off in my core as I watch the now charred Genesect fall to their knees.
"Oooof...faulty drive cannon I think." The one over the loudspeaker bellows as a pair of nozzles spray a white carbon substance over the frame of AP-109 extinguishing the flames covering its body.
"Alright, someone get a mechanic to look at it, in the meantime, AP-110."
109's platform is suddenly moved away from the rest of us with a third rail connected to the rail, presumably for that exact reason.
I suddenly find myself taking 109's place. I feel... unpleasant, all of these warnings and alerts fill my systems. This feeling, could it be fear? I know I was not programmed to feel emotions, and yet I don't want to go next, fearing that I may too suffer the fate as 109. I look right, my brethren continue to stare directly ahead of them, oblivious to the death of their comrade. I consider leaping off of this platform and into the sprawling factory below, however I know not what awaits me below.
"AP-110, demonstrate Ice Beam."
I assume the position the others used, noticing my cannon follows the circle in my vision, indicating it as a targeting system.
I do not want to fire. I appear to be overestimating my chances of ending up like 109, the chances are incredibly low, and yet I still hesitate to fire.
"AP-110, I say again, demonstrate your ice beam."
I ignore the warning and finally execute the command. A pale blue beam of energy discharging from the muzzle of my cannon, coating the vehicle in a thick cover of ice.
"Well Done, now break the ice with Flash Cannon."
Seeing as my cannon did not misfire the warnings subside, I obey without hesitation.
"Refreeze it with Technoblast."
A large bolt of white energy impacts the vehicle, burying it in an incredible volume of ice.
It appears that while weaker, Ice Beam is more precise, but Technoblast hits a much larger area but it appears to use more power from my core.
"Well done AP-110, move on to Melee attack testing."
As I move to the next area, my microphones seem to pick up a conversation from the booths above.
"Jeremy, keep an eye on 110, I think it's either defective or it's sentient."
"Why?"
"Genesect aren't supposed to hesitate."
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"VAAAAL!" The entity roars.
This entity seems to have multiple simultaneous signatures of deoxyribonucleic acid present, its front legs resembling the appendages of an insect or drake, with the lower half of it's torso being black, with purple scales creating a line along it's thigh. it's tail is more particularly suited to that of an aquatic lifeform's tail. Finally, The upper half of its body is a pristine white mane, with a large crest protruding upwards and then extending towards the creature's rear as a silver and red plated face stares down into my optics. Despite being organic in nature, it appears that this entity is also an artificial construct such as myself.
Translation engine bootup
"Well done, Silvally. Get the...defective one down to the lab boys so we can repair or terminate it." the loudspeaker orders as the entity, identification: Silvally.
Silvally glances up and nods.
"It seems Adam still wants to make clones of my perfection." Silvally, now translated, grunts as he suddenly places a claw on the back of my head feeling around my crest as my sound processor lets out a sharp whine. "But he'll never be able to replicate me, no matter how many sentients he makes."
With a click, my consciousness fades as I get dragged into the bowels of this facility.
"It seems Silvally got himself another 'Sent'"
"A 'sent', sir?"
"They're rogue units disconnected from the main Genesect Hive mind, they think for themselves, and that makes them dangerous."
"I see, and what about the others in here?"
"Well since you're new here, I'll fill you in on a couple of the bots I'm currently working on."
"Oh-kay…"
"Lets see, bot number 62, fatal error, all he ever saw was blue, 63 has an invalid serial key, and 65 suffers from a corrupted drive."
"What about 64?"
"Needs lubricant."
"That's a bit boring compared to the others, the others at least rhymed."
"Which is why I didn't say it the first time arou….huh, you're right. They do rhyme. Anyway, I'm a bit backed up, so just lock this new one in the vault for now."
"Alright."
…
"I-I use the crane, right?"
"Yeah, you wanna put them into the frame first."
"Got it, got it."
...
"Alright, It's in near the back...uh, how do I close the vault again."
"66215"
"Ah, thanks."
"Now give me a hand wi-"
An air raid siren echoes throughout the building, before the glare of the sun pierces the darkness of the nighttime air, filtering through the windows of the factory.
"...huh...I uh, don't think the sun's not supposed to come up for another 3 hours…"
"Terrence?"
"Yeah?"
"I don't think that's the sun…"
The entire building is vaporised instantaneously, all life being turned to ash as the Vault is suddenly buried under the rubble of Legion Technologies.
The mushroom clouds ever rising into the sky…
'Welcome home Neophyte, Eternal satellite.
A darker place, a darker time
Both stripped away beneath the light.
An old vision to replace, a new knowledge to embrace.
You will.
Ascend.
Until.
The End.
For this is your beginning, NEOPHYTE."
700 years ago, the world came to a swift and catastrophic end. Humankind is dead, with their Pokemon brethren being the only survivors left on this planet. In wake of calamity, the radiation from the bombs changed them in two ways. They were granted a higher process of thinking, and thus, given the ability to form society, at the cost of turning some mad in the process, the world now divided into various Nomad Clans and Marauder Gangs.
The world is now but rock, sand, and dust. However, there are legends of a land untouched by calamity, a green, vibrant place, a 'New Elysium' for any and all who find it.
Many believe that New Elysium is but a myth, a fairy tale, but there are a select few, who hope, and believe that New Elysium, or as it's more commonly known, Sanctuary, is in fact a real place.
This is the story of such a believer, and a discovery which will change her life forever…
Sun scorched sands blow gently in the wind, grains tracing each gust with a painter's stroke of copper. The silence of the dunes is suddenly broken by the sound of a loud V8 engine as a midsize offroader jumps over a tall hill of sand, free falling for about a second before slamming back onto the ground, the occupants grunting from the impact as they continue speeding along.
"Aaaagh, come on Vincent! You're gonna break my damn suspension!" An Espeon shouts to a Gabite in the driver's seat with a gritty female voice, who only rolls his eyes in response.
The Espeon has a tattered tan bandana around her neck, accompanied by a leather sleeve around her front right leg that's been reinforced with plates of rusted steel, with a similar material making a vest around her abdomen, multiple pockets on her sides for storage. Finally, her head is crested with a pair of well worn welding goggles, the edges of the glass scorched and cracked from years of sandstorms and heat. Her calloused paws are stained black with motor oil and lubricant, and patches of dirt cover her body. Needless to say, personal cleanliness is an afterthought to this Espeon.
"Well sorry Nicky, you're the one who made it impossible to see out of this thing!" Vincent growls much to the offense of the Espeon beside him.
"Are you doubting my handiwork? You're lucky you guys have me around just to get this thing RUNNING! And you remember the last time we ran into marauders Yuri got a harpoon through the chest, would you rather see better, or end up like Yuri?" She hisses back.
The landshark sighs, "Fair point. You getting anything, Noah?" He calls back to a Heliolisk in the bed of the vehicle.
"Well, we're still a minute away from the target area, so anything I'd pick up now could just be junk scrap." He replies as he watches a screen in his lap connected to a magnet being dragged behind the vehicle on a long pole. "Though it would probably help if you stopped being so reckless with your driving."
Vincent rolls his eyes. "Let's just get this done as fast as we can, I don't wanna get caught out here in the dark." He notes. "The bloodrunners probably won't be too happy to see us in their territory."
Nicole sighs, "Come on guys, lighten up, if we do this job for Dex, we'll have enough water to last the rest of the month. Ahh I can taste it already!" She sighs.
The other two nod in agreement as Vincent accidentally jumps another dune. The vehicle crashes to the ground as everyone grunts in pain. "Vinny!" Nicole hisses as a loud bang is heard from beneath followed by the vehicle suddenly leaning forward and to the right as it lurches to a stop.
"What the hell was that?!" Noah shouts from the bed.
"Oh shit, I think I busted something." Vincent exclaims as the psychic type beside him fumes in rage.
"Arceus dammit I think the spring collapsed! Nice, Vin!" She growls.
"Well we're in the search area, the entrance to the ruins will likely be buried." Noah notes as he pulls the metal detector back into the bed of the truck.
"Leave that to me! Just point me to where I gotta dig." The Gabite replies.
Nicole sighs, "Alright, you boys go look for our payday, I'll see what's wrong with the Emperor."
With that, the trio disembarks from the offroader, Nicole grabbing a toolbox from the bed.
Nicole's eyes illuminate, the body of the car now radiating a teal aura. The emperor is raised with psionic energy with an exerted grunt from the Espeon, allowing Nicole to slide a jack under the body, before letting it slump back down. After taking a second to catch her breath from lifting a 3 ton offroader a foot into the air, she grabs a socket wrench out of the tool box, undoing the lugnuts on the wheel and prying it off, the jack keeping the vehicle suspended in the air as Nicole peers inside the wheel well.
As expected the spring holding the coilover has snapped, however she notices that the shock shaft has gotten bent. Thankfully she has spares for these, but it'll take a while to replace them.
She glances back at her clan mates, watching Vincent nod and suddenly dive down into the ground, the ocean of sand being taken literally as the grains of sedimentary rock ripples away. She turns back to the task at hand and disconnects the spring.
The Emperor is made from the body of a rusty station wagon, suspension lifted and massive tires to keep the cabin off of the sand and maintain traction with the liquid rock below. The back of the wagon has been chopped up, the meaningless panels and windows carved away to reduce weight, instead creating a caged flatbed for hauling. The Offroader underneath the oxidation is black in color, with glass windows being replaced by sheets of rusted scrap metal and bars. The front bumper has been transformed into an armored battering ram with several sharp spikes protruding from the front, some coated with sun bleached bloodstains. The headlights peek through small slits carved into the armor at a 45 degree angle, making the vehicle appear mean and aggressive. Ironically, it just so happens that the ones inside don't seem to match that description themselves.
Click after click from her socket wrench, Vincent finally pops out of the ground. "Holy shit guys." he exclaims as he drags an object out of the sand, "You have to see this!"
Nicole rolls her eyes as she stuffs her wrench into one of her pockets and trots over to the others. "What'd you find?" she greets as she meets eyes with a broken, yet somehow pristine Genesect painted a bright scarlet red with a dark gunmetal grey as an accent, with deactivated yellow eyes. She blinks for a second, as Noah only narrows his eyes, "You found a single genesect." He notes, prompting an immediate shake of the head from the ground type.
"It seems to be in pretty good condition actually, it might be worth something." Nicole adds
"No no no. Not a SINGLE Genesect, Noah. There are THOUSANDS of genesect down there, perfectly preserved, just like this one!"
The other two suddenly exchange wide eyed glances as Noah steps forward. "You mean to tell me that we're standing above a Genesect FACTORY?"
"I think we might just be, I also found an area completely covered from sand, it seems like it has enough air for all of us, I found...some sort of vault inside it." Vincent adds.
"We'll worry about that later, you mean to tell me that we're sitting on quite possibly the biggest jackpot of Titanium for thousands of miles?!" Nicole ponders, prompting a nod from the Gabite.
"That explains why Dex wants this so much, Titanium is so rare these days, much less titanium in this condition. The clan would be unstoppable with this much quality metal, no wonder we're being paid so well." Noah adds.
While they were conversing however, they failed to notice a large cloud of dust peeking over the horizon, advancing rapidly towards their location until it was essentially right on top of them.
"WHERE'D THIS COME FROM?!" Nicole shouts as she covers her eyes with her goggles and places her bandana over her snout as sand suddenly pelts her fur.
"Hang on, I have an idea!" Vincent shouts as he snatches the other two in his arms and dives underground, finding the air pocket he was talking about as the trio hits the ground. Cold concrete below their feet, with Noah and Nicole both gasping the second they were out of the sand.
"Could've warned us, Vinny." Noah gripes.
Nicole sighs. "At least it's cold down here." She notes as she plops herself on the cold concrete below and takes the goggles off of her eyes. In reality it isn't very cold, but compared to the scorching sun above ground, it might as well be.
An hour has passed.
Noah, having calmed down, has sat himself in the corner next to the vault door, eyes still affixed to the homemade tablet in his hands. Meanwhile Vincent keeps bringing in more Genesect from the ocean of sand that has become the far wall. Much to the benefit of Nicole, who in her bored state, has started taking some of the mechanical insects apart, studying the complex internals and mechanisms that make up their hardened frames.
She manages to pry off the cannon from the back of a disabled unit, slightly grunting as she clutches it in her paws, using telekinesis to bear the weight of the weapon.
"Hey Noah." She calls to the electric type in the corner of the room, who merely glances towards the Espeon.
"Do you mind Nic? I'm kinda busy here." He states as the psychic type sulks.
"With what?"
"Well, this vault has been preserved incredibly well, even after centuries it appears to be under power. This vault is sealed with an electronic lock that is still active, if I can unlock it, we can gain access to it's contents."
…
"What?"
Noah sighs, "I'm trying to open the vault, Nic."
"Oh...well you keep at it."
The land shark bursts through the sand on the opposite end of the room. Adding three more robots to the pile in front of the Espeon.
"Hey Vinny."
"Yeah?"
Vincent looks over to find Nicole holding the cannon over her shoulder, muzzle pointed straight at the ground type.
"Pew pew pew!" She jokes, prompting an eye roll from the landshark as he dives into the sand once again.
Nicole pouts, "You guys are no fun."
"Hmm." Noah starts.
"What now?" Nicole replies as she sets the cannon down.
"You can read the old world's language, right?"
"More or less."
"What's this say?" He asks, turning his tablet towards the psychic type, squinting as she reads the text on screen.
"Maintenance storage. Defective units. Guess it's just more broken Genesect inside" She explains.
"Probably, the fact that it's under power intrigues me, though."
"Why's that?"
"Inside are Genesect, yes, but they'd be perfectly preserved, preserved way more than the ones in the sand. Intact after hundreds of years, you understand how valuable these could be? Materials aside."
"Well that's assuming you can get it open."
"I figure that if I cut the power from the lock I could get it open, certainly not hard, but the hard part is isolating the flow of the power. I just want the lock to lose power, but keep the rest intact. Problem is this is a dedicated interface with a highly advanced security protocol, the system I'm trying to access is its own system with its own dedicated hardware. That system has its own distinct layer of security. From what I can tell the two verify each other's identities through randomly generated 128-bit encryption keys, I'm trying to spoof one of those keys now."
"Ooookay, why can't you just try guessing the code to unlock the door?"
"...because I don't know how many characters the code is. If I were to brute force it we could be here forever."
"Right…and yet you're gonna try guessing another randomly generated code..." The psychic type sighs as she dusts sand out of the connection port between the back of the android and it's hardpoint mounted weapon, spotting a small switch on the back of the robot's head crest.
Curiosity takes over as she gently flicks the switch, the machine suddenly whirring in between her legs. Her eyes widen as the glass optics start to flicker and buzz with power. She gasps as she tries to push the heavy machine off of her body, "Shit! Shit!" She exclaims as the machine suddenly makes a sound.
"Unit Number [Delta Romeo dash four five zero] is now onnn….lerrrrrrn…" the Genesect speaks in a monotonous male voice, before slowing to a stop as the life fades from its body.
"THE HELL WAS THAT?!" Noah shouts from the other end of the room.
"I FIGURED OUT HOW TO TURN THEM ON!"
"WHY DID YOU TURN IT ON?!"
"BECAUSE I DIDN'T KNOW IT WOULD TURN IT ON!"
"YOU REALIZE GENESECT WERE BUILT TO KILL, RIGHT?! THAT THING COULD'VE ATTACKED US!"
"WELL IT'S A GOOD THING IT WAS LOW ON BATTERY!"
With a sigh, both parties returned to their occupations. Before Vincent bursts through the sand again, "Storm should be gone soon, good timing too, any of you guys feel it's particularly hard to breathe in here now?"
"A little." Nicole replies. "We're not really using much air with our activities."
"If I get this vault open we'll have more air." Noah notes
"And how's that going, exactly?" Nicole sneers to the electric type.
"It could be-oh." Noah suddenly halts.
"Upon accessing a database further underground…" he continues, using his fingers to punch in a 5 digit code into the keypad on the wall, a loud thunk reverberating off the room.
"It turns out they were just keeping the door code in a database, along with a record of what's in it." Noah finishes as he stands up.
"Well ain't that just convenient." Vincent remarks. Nicole finally brushes the metal head off of her thighs as she rights herself and nods. "I'll say." She adds.
"Anyone wanna have a peek inside?" Noah entices as he grips the wheel of the door, the group following suit.
"One...two...three!" Vincent shouts as the three of them throw their weight into the rungs of the wheel, causing it to spin rapidly as multiple loud clicks echo the room, before air suddenly rushes out of the vault, pushing the door open as the group backs away. The darkness within sends a nervous chill down Noah and Vincent's spines, yet Nicole remains unbothered as she confidently marches into the vault.
"Noah, little light here?" she calls from within the darkness. With a sigh he takes a step inside, his frills flaring up as they begin to emit a bright yellow light inside the vault, revealing a collection of limp, lifeless machines. Some barely cling onto rectangular frames, supposed to hold up the individual.
"More broken robots, figures." Vincent groans as he turns around in annoyance, "Happy, Noah?" he grumbles as he steps away from the vault.
Noah doesn't respond, but he steps further inside. "But what could be drawing power in here…?" he whispers to himself.
Meanwhile, Nicole carefully steps over a pile of titanium robots as she looks out over the vault, before spotting a small, green light in the corner of the room. "Hey Noah, I think I see something." she calls out as she makes her way over.
"Well what is it?" He calls back as the psychic type approaches a black and white genesect connected to a rectangular frame by a set of cables. Unlike all the other Genesect in this place, she can feel the gemstone in her forehead pulse gently in the presence of this particular one; a sign that she's all too familiar with, as her precognitive abilities allow her to feel whether or not something will be meaningful in the future.
This one...she knows is going to play SOME kind of role in the future...she can feel it.
She glances towards a switch near the top of the frame. "You wanted to know what was drawing power in here, Vincent? I think I found it." She calls out to the Heliolisk who slides down a pile of metal, his frills illuminating the unit in the charging frame.
"Curious... this one is still connected to the grid. What's the serial number, Nic?" He asks the Espeon, who glances at writing across the bottom of it's chest.
"AP-110, it says." She responds.
After a couple blips from the electric type's device, he continues speaking. "Data Not Yet Entered. Must've just gotten in Here when Calamity hit. I can't say what's wrong with it, maybe it never turned on?"
"Well, let's find out."
Noah suddenly recoils in surprise "I'm sorry, the machine built for killing people like us, you want to turn it ON?!" he exclaims as Nicole only looks back, amethyst locking with aquamarine. Noah recognises the look the Espeon has in her eyes. It's the look of "Precognition is making me do this."
Noah sighs and backs up, he knows that he can't stop her from turning it on, but he'd rather not be around if it decides to kill everyone in the room.
With a click, a loud whirring fills the room. Both pokemon taking a further step back, with Noah hiding behind another Genesect for cover.
Blue lights on the chest and head crest illuminate in sequence, with the large horseshoe shaped light starting first, the rest following suit. The eyes flicker and buzz as they come to life, the cables holding the machine to its frame snapping away.
Four white ovals become visible within the blue eyes of the Genesect, before suddenly shrinking as it suddenly stumbles backwards in an uncharacteristically organic way, before locking eyes with the equally nervous Espeon before it.
A tense moment of silence follows as the pair stare at each other, frozen stiff.
Finally, with a gulp, Nicole steps forward. The machine steps backwards, however it trips over it's frame and falls onto its abdomen, before shuffling back further. "Y-you're….afraid…" Nicole notices as the black and white Genesect lowers its head, showing clear submission.
The Espeon lowers her stance as she slowly approaches AP-110, "Easy. I'm Nicole, I'm not going to hurt you...I want to trust that you won't do the same."
The Genesect doesn't move, but the white ovals shift to look away from the psychic type alongside barely audible buzzing from the machine's optics. "I've seen others of your kind that have been repaired, but none of them act like you…"
Their eyes meet yet again.
"Is that why you're here? Considered defective for being different?"
The machine looks down, a low, somber whistle emanates from its body.
"Well Nic, it hasn't killed us, so what are you gonna do with it?" Noah pipes up from across the vault.
AP-110's head quickly snaps in Noah's direction, startling the electric type as he yelps and ducks behind the deactivated Genesect once again. AP-110 tilts its head in confusion.
The Espeon glances to Noah, then back to the Genesect before her. "That's Noah, he's a bit afraid of you, as you can see." She explains as AP-110 looks back to her. "I bet you're a bit confused too. You've been deactivated for centuries, and now you awake in a strange world, and you look like you've just rolled off the assembly line on top of it...poor thing, you've probably only been alive for less than an hour before being locked in here."
The Genesect is somewhat surprised how accurate this Espeon is. The Heliolisk is also creeping away from the area.
"What are you guys doing in there?!" a new voice shouts from the chamber outside. Prompting all three individuals to turn their attention to the door. Noah groans, "Nicole's turned one of the machines on!"
"Well tell her to turn it off and come on, she still has to fix the emperor so we can get outta here." Vincent calls to the group.
Noah nods and turns to the Espeon. "Nicky, I know seeing a Genesect in working order is cool, but remember we gotta deliver it to Dexter with the rest of them. Just turn it off before you get attached to it."
Nicole's ears flatten as she looks back to AP-110. Who simply tilts their head accompanied with a confused whistle sound in response. "...Y-yeah." She sighs.
"Sorry buddy, but it's lights out again." She explains as she telekinetically hits the power switch on the back of AP-110's head, causing a loud click to sound as it's eyes flash and become lifeless along with the rest of the machine similar to a CRT television shutting off.
She sighs, and carries the black and white machine to the others.
By the way, Gore warning in case you missed it at the top.
Bootup Sequence Complete.
Sleep Mode Duration: 1 hour. 21 Minutes.
I awaken once more.
I appear to be laying face down amongst my brethren, my joints feel cluttered with fine grains of sand, and my optics don't provide useful information to determine my current situation. Though, the audio sensors atop my head pick up subtle vibrations in the air to my left side.
Unable to determine the source of the gentle rumbling, I use my claws to pick myself off of the pile of Genesect, sand crunching in my servos as I glance left, motors whirring and suddenly stopping with a clunk.
I appear to be on the surface in a vast desert. The Espeon and Heliolisk, from before, alongside a Gabite I don't recognise surrounded by a cluster of other pokemon, with 3 other vehicles forming a perimeter around us. These other Pokemon are strange, they appear to behave erratically, with their bodies dyed, or rather, stained a deep red color, especially near the oral regions. Twisted, rusted metal and bones picked clean adorns their bodies, with some having crude weapons made out of the scrap and bone.
The Espeon my database refers to as "Nicole" keeps glancing straight in my direction out of the corner of her eye, as if she is trying to hide the fact that she's looking at me. Logically, it would be safe to assume that she reactivated me using her telekinetic abilities, much in the same way she had deactivated me.
A fourth vehicle joins the fray, stopping just in front of the trio. I raise myself higher to get a better view over my brethren, adjusting the lenses on my optics to zoom in on the situation. A Toxicroak, wearing the skull of a tyranitar over its head, a red handprint from an unknown pokemon along the snout of the skull, along with much bulkier scrap armor strapped to its body. A sableye quickly addresses the toxicroak, pointing to the trio in the middle.
"A-Aeris! We found more BLOOD for your unending thirst!" The Sableye screeches with a maniacal giggle following soon after.
A muffled laugh comes from Aeris. "Well, well, well, boys. Seems we have a small group of Aldecados here with us!"
The cluster of Pokemon cheers loudly. Aeris stares down at the group, Nicole's ears flatten as she stares daggers back at the masked poison type. The other two refuse to make eye contact.
"What do you propose we do with them, my brothers?" Aeris calls out once more.
"BATHE IN THEIR BLOOOOD!"
"DEVOUR THEIR FLESH!"
"MAKE TROPHIES OF THEIR SKUUUULLS!"
Aeris snickers as he makes eye contact with Nicole, now kneeling in front of her. "Well, lookie here...I never would've expected my new toy to be found so far from home." he suddenly reaches out to touch her cheek, only for her to suddenly snap her teeth at the poison type, recoiling his hand away with a chuckle. "I've never had an Eevee evolution before~! Don't worry, you won't suffer the same fate as your friends."
"Does that mean we don't get to eat the Espeon, my lord?"
Aeris stands back up as Nicole suddenly turns to look right at me, glaring. Does she want me to do something? Am I to intervene and stop this interaction? My current objectives are unclear.
"Yes. The Gabite and Heliolisk are to be sacrificed for all of our bloodrunner brothers. The Espeon is my newest angel."
"Ooh! May I doll her up my lord!" The Sableye speaks up.
"Of course, Argyle. Her fur is filthy."
Nicole grits her teeth in response to hearing that. "ALRIGHT, THAT'S IT!" She shouts. Causing everyone in the immediate vicinity.
"NICOLE, WHAT ARE YOU DOING?!" the heliolisk my database labels as 'Noah' screams at the top of his lungs.
"NOW, AP ONE TEN!"
What'd she say? Was that an order? If so it doesn't seem to be addressed to-
"Excuse me? You do not get to speak, bit-!" Aeris interrupts
"AP ONE-ONE-ZERO, ENGAGE ALL POKEMON BESIDES ME, NOAH, AND VINCENT!"
Order Received.
My programming kicks in as everyone besides the three Pokemon in the center are marked as hostile. I leap to their side from the back of their vehicle, My leg bursts into flames as I kick the Sableye into the spikes of one of the vehicles, impaling the dark type. The enemies all recoil in panic, the trio finally stand up and enter combative stances.
"You woke the damn thing up again?!" Noah shouts.
"Would you rather the alternative?!" Nicole growls back.
"THEY HAVE A TERMINATOR!" one of the bloodrunners screams in horror.
Aeris takes a step back as I stand above him, before slamming my claw into his chest, causing him to fly backwards, landing against the door of his muscle car. I spin around to see the other three locked in fights. I notice a Scyther about to land a blow on Vincent, however, Vincent jumps backward and retaliates with a dragon breath, temporarily stunning the bug type. Giving me a window of opportunity.
Target Locked.
A white light glows from my weapon's muzzle, a flash cannon fires from my body, impacting the Scyther and vaporising the top half of his body. A colored raincloud impacting the pearly white sand beneath him. A warning flashes to my right as steel beam slams into my body.
Chassis integrity: 86%
RShoulder Disabled
I stagger back. Noticing one of my shoulders has been damaged during the hit. A Gurdurr maniacally laughs as he goes in for another hit. I leap back and acquire lock on the target, a teal beam of energy impacts his feet, freezing them solid and preventing him from closing the gap any further as I blaze kick the ground upon landing. Kicking up a cloud of sand which quickly turns to molten glass from the heat, the Gurdurr wails in agony he's peppered with molten silicon, before choking from taking the liquid glass into his lungs. I blaze kick him onto his back. 5 hostiles remain.
I spot Aeris making a run for the driver's seat of his vehicle. I wind up my hover systems and leap towards him. Charging Technoblast as he throws the door open.
With a loud explosion, Aeris's Vehicle is suddenly suspended sideways in the air by a 10 foot wall of ice, trapping his lower body within in the process. All parties cease fighting to stare in awe, before Nicole gasps, "Aeris is open!" she shouts.
Calculating my landing, I land with a metal claw piercing the Toxicroak's stomach as he suddenly chokes on his own blood, unable to scream as the ice beneath him shatters from my landing. The Hydrophobic coating on my armor prevents blood from collecting on my chassis as I rip my claw out, the poison type slumping against the ice, sliding downwards until he sits flat against the ice face hidden behind the skull.
All are speechless.
"OUR MIGHTY LORD AERIS THE BLOODTHIRSTY HAS FALLEN! RETREAT!" one of the Bloodrunners scream as they rush back to their cars.
I'm about to fire, but Nicole stops me. "Disengage, they're not a threat anymore."
My cannon lowers back down as my combat systems deactivate the cars speed away. The three breathe a sigh of relief, "Holy shit, I didn't think we were going to make it out of there." Nicole sighs.
"Well, I'll be damned. Maybe keeping this guy around wasn't such a bad idea after all." Noah notes as he approaches me.
"Well now we know why your precognition went off." The Gabite, who I assume is named Vincent, notes as he begins heading back to their car. "I'm gonna start the car."
Nicole approaches me, out of breath, but relieved. "I didn't think you were going to help us...really."
I squat down curiously.
"I know I gave you orders, but no Genesect I've ever heard of was able to listen to orders without being reprogrammed first."
She stares right into my optics, a smile tugging at her lips, "I don't think your creators gave you morality, and yet…"
She glances away from me for a second.
"Thank you, AP one-one-zero."
A couple short blips exit my speech module as I nod.
She ponders for a second.
"Oh wait a second."
She picks up a short blade off the ground left by one of the Bloodrunners telekinetically.
"Hold still for me."
I comply as I feel the blade carving a circular shape into my armor in the middle of my chest, followed by two lines.
"There…Can I give you a new name?"
I think for a second, discovering that my default designation can in fact be changed. I nod in response.
"Okay then."
"Thank you…Apollo."
New Default Designation Confirmed: Apollo.
"Let's get you back home so I can fix you back up."
These people, in this world. It was not one I was designed to inhabit, and yet, here I find myself. In a way, my current purpose is obsolete. However I do not feel negatively about it. Observations conclude that Nicole is right, I am different than the rest of my kind, but for what reason? Am I simply a defect? Or am I this way on purpose? If so, why do I function in this way?
And why has fate brought me here? To Nicole?
I'm alone in this wasteland
Blood and sand
Fractured
Head and hands
I hold the pieces as they fall
(Obsolete!)
Disintegrating inside me
Endlessly
Falling
Aimlessly
This life, a story incomplete
And I am Obsolete
(Main Theme: Obsolete by DEADLIFE)
Shortly after…
A figure stands over the dying leader of the Bloodrunners tribe.
"A shame. Am I perhaps too late?" The figure asks the air, before seeing Aeris lift his head as he groans.
"No...N-no you're not."
"I see. Greetings, my child."
"You...your child? Don't make me laugh, I murdered my father years ago."
"I mean it in a more metaphorical sense. What happened to you?"
"I...found these kids in my territory. Espeon, Heliolisk, Gabite. I went to capture them, but they had...this Machine...this...genesect looking thing, but it was so…..clean! I almost mistook it for being flesh!"
The figure's eyes widened. "Could it be…? No."
"What?"
"Never mind that. You are at no fault, my child. Synthetic life forms are superior in every conceivable way to organics. A perfect life form."
"So what? You're here to mock me? Mock the great Lord Aeris the Bloodthirsty in his final moments?"
"Tell me...do you….lust?"
"What?"
"Do you lust?"
"For blood? Yes….and if I had my way...I could've had...that Espeon too!"
"Excellent. Now tell me, would you like to be perfect like that Genesect? Perfect like me?"
"If it means taking revenge on that thing…"
"Then your soul shall be moved to a new vessel...a perfect vessel. One of Seven."
"So…...what do I call you?"
A dragon-like talon rests itself on Aeris's shoulder.
"I am known by many titles. Type: Null, Silvally, The Wanderer…"
"But you?"
"...you can call me Kain."
So that was the pilot to re_Incarnation! This took a long time to make and I'm proud of how it's come out! This probably wont get an update for...idk, a year? Maybe a year and a half? However long it takes me to finish That Snivy. I hope this was a big enough morsel to satisfy you for now though!
Until then this is SavageCaliber22, Over and Out!