Report No. 2
Case File: 65732-447
Subject: 95-24-025
Class: Protector
Designation: Omega
Age: approximately 17
Height: 7'2
Weight: 232 lbs
Sex: Male
Project lead: Dr. Gilbert Alexander
Former lead: Dr. Yi Suchong
Report: behavioral habits/prototype body suit & armor
The subject seems to be on alert and anxious nearly most of the day. As if he is expecting something, what it could be i havn't the slightest of ideas. He almost never sleeps and continually paces back and forth in his holding cell.
When i observe the activity it brings to mind a caged beast searching for weaknesses in the structure of the cell. Though the bars of the cell are electrified at least once a day the Subject will strike the door.
Inevitable being electrocuted, yet he will never strike the same place twice. It is clear we are not dealing with a simple protector but a calculated and resourceful Predator. One who is always watching, waiting for his chance to strike.
Unlike the Big Sisters who slightly enjoy removing their helmets and armor whenever the opportunity presents itself. Subject Omega prefers his armor on. I believe it acts as a kind of security blanket. When we monitored the stress level and heart-rate of the subject with and without his armor on, they rose slightly when he was forced to remove his suit .
Understandable I believe he feels vulnerable without it. Which brings me to another topic of importance. Subject Omega's suit is like that of his counterparts with the exception of the bio-fiber technology.
It allows the suit to actually heal itself in the event of rips or tears. The only downfall with the prototype is located within the regeneration of the subject and the suit simultaneously.
For instance when the Subject receives bodily damage such as stab wounds, bullet wounds Etc. During the regeneration process when the suits nano fibers are reconnecting they act somewhat like a spider weaving a web sometimes the fibers become entangled with the regenerating skin.
This causes a rather painful situation when the Subject needs to remove the suit. However i am currently working on a solution to this malfunction.
In the case of armor attachments to the body suit we've chosen hardened steel mixed with depleted uranium. The radiation is very much gone and the mixture forms a stronger alloy effectively absorbing incoming damage.
The alloy along with the gel layer causes for less trauma from explosions and the like. The combination of the aforementioned products means that Subject Omega can take roughly 30% more damage in a firefight when necessary.
We've also chosen the oxygen tanks from the Alpha series protector design for better mobility, along with a basket cage similar to the Big Sisters in order to accommodate a gatherer in need of protection and transportation.
The helmet is complete with a built in radio, flashlight, and emotional ping sensors to monitor the protectors "mood" . The design is quite different from that of the spherical one which the Big Sisters wear.
It is shaped more to the wearers head making it tighter for better mobility. The visor is also different, instead of one large cycloid port hole the design features two slim angled port slits simaler to that of a stretched "V" above one another. the shin, mouth, and neck guards all feature a forty five degree angle so any incoming projectiles will be deflected. A few more combat exercises and Subject Omega will be ready for active duty.
Dr. Gilbert Alexander Report No. 2 End.
. . .
Subject Omega stood in front of a large viewing window that overlooked the City, but he wasn't looking at the City itself, it's bright neon lights, or buildings that had been ruined due to years of fighting. He was looking at his reflection, his armor to be specific. He remembered when he had first received his diving armor, and his title of Protector.
He remembered fighting beside his Sisters, bringing justice to those who would oppose Mother's will, or disobey her word. Mother's word was law, to break it meant death, and he and his Sisters had been that death. They quelled rebellions from the workers in the docks, rival factions and gangs, even killed some of Mother's own Men in order to ensure her dominance. It was all for the Family, all for Mother's dreams. They followed her commands without question, without doubt, and without fear... and yet.
Subject Omega smashed his armored gauntlet into the thick glass pane, the heat of anger rising within him, as the loud bang resonated throughout the empty street around him. They hadn't been able to protect her in the end, he hadn't been able to protect her, his Sisters... or their Charges. It was because of him that the Rapture Dream had ended, it was because of him that the Family had withered and died, and it was because of him that the City once again fell into chaos and madness.
The Protector gazed at the glowing crimson slits of his helmet, the helmet Mother had given him, the helmet that struck absolute fear into any unfortunate enough to see it. He cursed himself.
He had no purpose now.
He had no one now.
He was alone.
This anger he felt, this rage, this hatred. It was all that kept him going now, all that he needed until his work was complete. The Massive Protector cast a glance over his shoulder to the bodies that littered the stone floor he himself stood on. Splicers long dead, dried skin and rotting clothes were all that remained. They had been shot, burned, electrocuted, beaten, and in the middle of the slaughter... lay the lone body of one of his Sisters. Her armor pierced with the same caliber rounds that had dispatched the Splicer group. The Gatling gun of an Alpha series Big Daddy, the Alpha series Big Daddy.
This Sister, Subject Tau, by the symbol on the plate that had been attached to the back of her glove, had been killed by Subject Delta just like the others.
Omega felt his rage come again as he spat the name in his mind, he absolutely hated Delta for what he had done, and if he ever found the Big Daddy... he would slaughter him, just as he had done to his Family. Omega kicked the dried Corpse of a Splicer out of his path and knelt beside his fallen Sister, the light of her helmet extinguished permanently. He placed his large hand on her shoulder armor, pulling her left arm onto her chest as it snapped and cracked from decay. It had taken him a while to find this one, too long. He pulled her other arm to her chest to cross the other one, and lifted the dead Sister gently into his arms.
He would make Delta pay for his atrocities... dearly.