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originally posted in:The New Dojo
8/30/2017 4:03:10 AM
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[b][u]Recycling | Dojo Outskirts
Noon[/u][/b]
[spoiler]Open. Figurative garbage disposal post, if you have any unwanted characters, throw them here to see them be... repurposed. :)[/spoiler]
An oxymoronic of a vehicle was parked a short distance away from the great gates of the Dojo; conspicuously inconspicuous. A simple matte grey transport truck, with a few simple black stripes running along the metal structure. Three letters were emblazoned on the side of the truck - an emphasized S-A-D. Scientia Advocata Dominus, it said under it. A suspicious vehicle by all means, but its true nature only identifiable to a few.
Soon, a public message was sent out over the local comms.
[quote]Greetings! We are Scientia Advocata Dominus, travelling artificers seeking to understand the diverse worlds around us.
Any volunteers wishing to make a live donation of themselves, or any paranormal, anomalous or otherwise abnormal personnel are welcome. Currency will be provided for compensation.[/quote]
Exosuit-clad soldiers in matte grey fatigues exited the truck and set up a small perimeter, looking for anyone willing to 'donate' anything.
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A small army(50) of Shadows appear in front of the soldiers. "Uhhhh... Russian Roulette?"
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The soldiers, despite being obviously outnumbered in a place full of sociopathic warriors, remained calm beneath their masks and helmets. None of them raised their weapons at the Elves, not wanting to anger any of them.
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"Oh, don't worry. If it is for Science! I support all testing on these clones." The foremost Shadow waves at the rest as they all grin and switch their armor for street clothes.
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"Do all of these clones bear the same DNA and anomalous capabilities as you do?" One of the soldiers inquired.
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[i]The clanging of armored steps can be heard as an evidently large figure approaches from around the corner. Stepping into sight, the figure cannot be made out clearly due to the highly reflective golden armor he wears. Even the most strong sighted of them could perceive only a cold pair of ruby red eyes, staring darkly out at the squadron. The man did not slow in his approach, nor did he give any indication of his purposes, simply continuing to approach the SAD personnel.[/i]
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The perimeter guards each looked at the man, one holding up a hand to gesture for him to stop. "Halt, sir. You're free to come as you please, so long as you don't have any hostile intent."
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"[b]I have no intent for you whatsoever, so long as you do not presume to command me again.[/b]" [i]Compliance is shortcoming, as the Golden King continues his approach until he reaches the evident leader of the squadron.[/i] "[b]Now, relate to me your purpose here that you should be able to to demand my stoppage.[/b]
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As much as the soldiers wanted to speak back at the cocky man, they all knew that the Dojo wasn't worth any trouble. It was full of sociopaths, psychopaths and figurative children with powerful abilities. In other words: a nightmare situation for them. "We sent out a signal asking any member of the Dojo if they would like to give a live donation for research," the Commander replied coolly.
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[spoiler]You are literally a vulture lmfao[/spoiler]
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[spoiler]Lmao I was memeing it in the Dojo and made this as a pseudo-shitpost. Also, Daddy just got off from a 3-11. Fat f*cking yeet. [/spoiler]
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[spoiler]Daddy's trying to find another job, a gf, and remember how to college again[/spoiler]
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[spoiler]I'll mail you some condoms daed. I won't poke holes in them, but expect some hot sauce instead of lube for the authentic firecock experience. [/spoiler]
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[spoiler]DAAAB ON N*GGERS I MUST[/spoiler]
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A Crusader just like Reinhardt from Overwatch and a Twi'lek were ushered to these men. A note with them read: "Kill them immediately."
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Two soldiers escorted the two strangers around to the back of the truck. "We'll be applying a simple neural disruptor for our tests," one said, "please look away from us and towards the vehicle while we apply the disruptors." [spoiler]Any bios for these two?[/spoiler]
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[spoiler]Just murder them.[/spoiler] They turned around.
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The soldiers, cold-faced and uncaring from behind their masked helmets, each drew their high-caliber revolvers and shot each in the back of the head with an AP round.
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A few hours passed before a small orb appeared in the area, metallic in surface and reflecting anything caught on its surface. The small thing looked maybe a foot in diameter, hovering about seemingly like magic as it kept to the outskirts of the small perimeter. It was unclear what it was, although ideas where felt. A drone, scanning the area, or something else that had an interest in the groups "efforts".
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The soldiers maintained their positions, not showing any outwards aggression towards the drone. They too were studying it, their ocular implants recording it and sending images to the database. Any hostility could mean conflict, and they were simply here for acquisition purposes.
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The most they could get was images and strings of unidentified data, most likely fed on a loop as a distraction. Any info on the drone showed it as an unidentified metal chassis that was sending heavily encoded messages to an offworld entity known as "Nova Prime", or the "Parallel Singularity", which raised questions about the name itself. The drone slowly got closer, scanning the soldiers and their armor without them knowing as it fluttered about, a metallic ball of unknown origin.
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They had orders to not provide or show any hostile engagement. They were within the borders of a Group of Interest - very erratic one, at that. The Dojo was home to some of the most powerful warrior-entities across worlds, and they had no intention of engaging any. No, they were vultures at best. One of the soldiers held up a hand to the Orb - a sign of peace.
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The orb let out a low groan, almost like metal shearing apart, yet nothing happened to it. It hovered in the air, still and silent in the way it floated about. The soldier seemed to have stunned it or made it stop. Or it was just ignoring everything to get scans on the soldier.
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The scans revealed the soldiers to be completely human. Typical exosuit armour, with standardized polyceramic plating. Mild augmentations such as ocular implants in the form of clever contact lenses came up on the drone's radar, but nothing paranormal or anomalous.
