On the child's third birthday going by estimations of his age, he had begun picking up English on a fundamental level. For the Central Government, this was the perfect time to begin indoctrination. Of course such things required finesse at first, as to not mentally damage the boy's development.

However, for Andersen this was concerning. An intelligent soldier was good, but if not properly indoctrinated, it could lead to insubordination and outright sedition.

Sitting around a long oval gray table in a well lit room sat twenty men and women in various forms of ceremonial military dress who were all exchanging their thoughts relative to their stations. At the head of the table sat a man that looked to be in his early thirties with an athletic build that stretched against the tight black regalia he wore. He was slightly tall and had somewhat tan skin. His brown hair was close cut and was only slightly wild for it's sleek presentation. His sharp blue eyes watching over the room like a hawk.

Deliberation on whether the carrot or the stick should be used first on the strange boy was a serious connundrum, as each approach had it's merits and cons.

The man spoke up and everyone else quieted momentarily, to hear what he had to say.

"Ladies and gentlemen, I think we are forgetting something here" He spoke, looking pointedly at an eccentric short woman who had well cut black hair and a petite frame. Her choice of dress would most certianly not cut it almost any other Governmental meeting, But this was the Ark, and conventional dress was not the norm.

Light purple ribbons dangled from her hair, and her eyes had an almost mocking glint as she stared back at him, almost daring him to pick a fight. Her short cut white jacket and white miniskirt were quite risque to say the least, but she had bought her place at this table. The nepotism in his government was on full display, and there was little he could do without overturning the entire societal foundations of the Ark to uproot it in all the places it had festered.

That wasn't to say his hands were clean either, God above knew that was not true. He had to have filthy hands to get where he was today. But something about Syuen ticked him off. Be it the blase and abrasive tone she took everything with, or the blantant unheeding of regulations, it was irritating. However, he kept his cool. This was a meeting between the heads of the Great Manufacturing corporations and key Central Government officials.

"The alien is property of the Central Government, not Elysion, Tetra, or Misillis, among others" He said, standing up and clicking a remote that he held in his hand.

Grumbling from a few present quickly hushed before he continued.

The holographic image of the young boy tearing a slab of solid steel in half to advance further in an intense obstacle course caught the interest of a few at the table.

" This was the alien at three years old. Capable of rivalling even Elite Nikkes, he is a serious threat to both the Raptures and most importantly, us" he finished letting the last part sink in.

Continuing, he spoke again.

"There is no doubt in my mind that his parents are somewhere up there on the surface looking for him, which is why I have decided to put this to a vote. All those in favor of executing the alien before it becomes too big of a liability, let your voices be heard" he said, giving the choice to the group. It was better to get this out of the way now and put the sincerity of the CEOS and officials to the test.

Of course this was only a question. The executive decision would be made by him.

Eight were in favor. The Notable among them were Ingrid, Mitchell Bronson, and Brooke Steels. All for different reasons, but all were valid in their own right.

Ingrid, a smooth long black haired lady with a pristine white ceremonial officer's outfit that almost popped off her buxom chest made her reasons known.

This baby be it an alien or product of genetic mutation was a risk that she would be unwilling to nurture, stating that if he grew up and grew in power, he could be a threat to not only them, but the Ark as a whole. It was best not to risk it.

The others were simmilar, stating potential damage to The Ark, Their Companies, or the worry that money would be allocated out of funds for tech development and projects they were currently sponsoring.

This was to be expected.

"All those who are neutral let your voices be heard".

One. One was neutral. An irrelevant politician that had very little say to begin with.

"All those in favor of nurturing the alien into a weapon, make yourselves be heard" he spoke, changing the conditions.

The remaining ten agreed, Syuen had enthusiastically agreed, no doubt planning on converting the alien into a Nikke or soldier directly under her command.

Even Mustang had decided to take interest in this child, no doubt the thoughts going through his head involved securing the outer rim a bit more in the future.

"So, the boy will not be executed. Now I would like to talk about sponsorships" Andersen spoke, sitting back down and scanning the room.

Then like a verbal flashbang, the room erupted with shouting.


The boy opened his eyes. He was laying on the firm mattress on his wall bed. His room was quite small, being bone white with naught but his bed, a white table, an exposed metal toilet and a sink.

His designation was Subject-01. That was who he was. Ever since he could grasp language and simple concepts, his identity was made known to him.

As Subject-01 his sole reason for existence was to serve the Central Government in any way it desired. He did not question this. There was no reason to question it, for everything it did was beyond reproach, and certianly beyond him.

According to his handler, he was now 5, and that meant he would be doing live combat drills. A woman? Yes thats what it was called entered his room through the sliding blast door. She was surrounded by Guards as they were called.

He respected the guards, for that was how things were. Guards protected the great people of the Central Government. Therefore, it was correct to admire and respect these great beings.

The woman who wore a white outfit and who had long flowing black hair, sharp black eyes, and creamy white skin spoke to him.

"Subject-01, follow me to the training room" she spoke, a tone of cold indifference in her voice.

"Understood" He responded and walked over to stand next to her obediently. He barely made it past her waist in height, but he was by far the most dangerous being in that room.

Following the woman out of the room when the blast door slid up, he was marched through various white and sterile halways up to another blast door. The woman swiped her shiny badge on a box above the door, and it slid cleanly up.

Turning to Subject-01, she gave him a command.

" Enter this room and stand in the red circle. Do not move out of it untill otherwise ordered" She ordered before watching him enter.

As he entered, he was greeted by a large empty white room except for a small red circle painted onto the floor to the left of the door he had came through.

Walking over to the circle, he obediently stood within it awaiting further direction.

"Subject-01. Two Nikkes will be entering with the goal of killing you. Destroy them" A voice sounded through some hidden speakers, but it was grainy and distorted, obscuring whoever it might be.

Two doors opened at the other end of the room, and two women entered. They had body armor everywhere but their faces, which were exposed, showing their confused demeanor. They both had short cropped gray hair and large black eyes that might seem innocent to a fool. However, the nuance was lost on him.

They saw him, and hesitated momentarily before raising their rifles at the young boy.

Crack

The sound of an automatic rifle firing it's first round of many slowly burst in Subject-01's ear and he was able to track the round coming towards him.

Dodging it with some time to spare before the next was fired, he saw the other Nikke firing at him.

Ducking down as the round whizzed over his head, Subject-01 made his move.

Bursting forward with speeds surpassing the rounds five fold, he shot towards the Nikkes who couldn't completely keep up. Grabbing the arm of one, he grabbed her and jerked her down towards him, and he delivered a shattering uppercut with his free hand that completely crushed the Nikke's head and sending a soupy splatter of brain matter and metal splashing across the floor behind her.

The second Nikke's eyes widened slightly at the brutal execution, realizing that she was just another sacrificial lamb to the slaughter. Gritting her teeth and deciding to go out in the way she wanted, she tossed her gun to the ground and rushed in for close combat.

Subject-01 turned to her and hurled the Nikke corpse at her sending her slamming into the titanium reinforced wall behind her, the corpse bisecting her completely.

As she lay there helplessly, Subject-01 approached her.

He grabbed her head and lifted her up. Tears began flowing from her as she saw this child forced to be executioner.

"I'm sorry that you have to do this", she choked out as the last of her raspy choking breaths came out.

"Your apologies are unnecesary" Subject-01 said indifferently.

CRUNCH!

The crunch of compressed metal broke out as Subject-01 crushed the Nikke's skull.

Whatever strange seditious ideas the Nikke had, they were now gone.


Guest: I don't know if you are the Same Guest from Ch1, but if you are, thank you for coming back. The superman/Kal-El I'm going for with this is more of a Zod type but instead of for Krypton, He's a weapon of The Central Government.

As for any backfiring, yeah, thats definitely going to happen later.