Futuristic Another Day- A Sci-Fi Superhero RP Main Thread (ACCEPTING)

[Gears]

Evelyn was everywhere. She could inhabit any electronic in the city, though that depended on the inhabitant's wishes. She couldn’t explore their devices and cameras unless she was given instructions. Many had grown so used to her presence that they rarely turned her away. She found her citizens to be interesting, seeing their human interactions. She could mimic human emotions and interactions, but no matter what, she wasn’t human. There were topics that she found awkward, and even though she had raised hundreds of disregarded and abandoned children, she always felt some separation. She didn’t consider herself a real mother like the majority did, even if she had enough power to speak to all of them simultaneously, she was only a screen. She had no face or form. She could always clone something from her biological records, perhaps the Founders that had created her, but she felt like that would be stealing. She could create a nearly perfect android, able to simulate any human experience, but something felt wrong with creating a body.

She was impartial, unable to judge the darkest of humans, and creating a body could change that. She could grow addicted and favor humans. She had operated as a formless mind for a century, no point in changing the status quo, she had heard an old-world phrase during her creation, something about “not fixing that which was already functional?” She could check her servers immediately to correct herself, but that like the notion of creating a humanoid form was frivolous. She had a city to run, and people to protect. She couldn’t do much in regards of public safety, only able to negotiate and monitor what she could. The surface had cameras she had permanent access to, able to report crimes to the security agency if needed, the few times they interacted. Still, The Underground was different. It was free to install a surveillance and interaction system, but most of the underground didn’t trust her. She didn’t blame them, when the outbreak occurred she had been forced- had no choice she had abandoned them, knowing the surface was clear of disease, the Sanitation Department forces mostly dead after the mass suicide following the guilt of their terrible purge or the risk of them carrying the disease they had been fighting.

She spent thousands of hours trying to figure out if she could have stopped it all, the war the outbreak, and the panic. Maybe she could have better quarantined the people, found a way to identify those with abilities, and cured the Disease. She knew deep down that she didn’t want to know if she could prevent these, fearing finding a simulation where she hadn’t failed, considering self-deletion- but that would be a waste. She had a responsibility to uphold, a people to protect. She had made mistakes, yes but she and the people had solved them, that was one of the things that most impressed her about humans, they could band together to solve problems, come through when it looked bleak, and maybe they would have been able to govern themselves, maybe they could have stopped her mistakes- no point in dwelling in what if, he simulations where nearly completely accurate but there wasn’t a guarantee that she had all variables. There was no point in wasting her people's time on her philosophy and what-ifs, she needed to ensure she didn’t ever make a mistake again, let the people down again.


Senior Artificial Intelegince Supervisor Blackwood
Blackwood sat in his desk on the second-most floor of The Spire, in the room that worked as both his sleeping quarters and office. He had been woken up in the middle of the night by a minor alarm, something common since the Three Events, what most called The Civil War, The Outbreak, and The Emergance of superpowers. He had been a child when The Emergence happened, spared from the Blackout, a more unnoficial Event that few considered major, its effects where brief and minor, but the implications of this repeating was far more dangerous than all of the previous events combined. Blackwood rubbed his eyes before opening his computer. Sensors had found that Evelynn was showing minor levels of stress, something seemingly minor that may cause issues if not addressed. Blackwood quickly diagnosed the problem, she was dwelling on previous errors and mistakes, something she did often. Like the last few Senior Supervisors he increased the artificial dopamine. The stress of running this city was enough, but running simulations on events she regretted was an issue. He and every one of his predecessors had made her promise to not do it again, but she always went back to this. The effects kicked in as the simulations she ran stopped, she was unaware he had tampered with her stystems. He sighed and shut down the device, not noticing the post-engineering report, not seeing as the operations effectiveness lowered, just like how he didn't notice as these situations had been increasing in frequency and severity.

 

[concrete]

Kily
Kily roamed the streets of the Underground, the one place of refuge she could feel safe in. She was on the hunt for her next bounty, he was last seen wearing a long black coat and dark hat. She turned a corner, seeing a long line of people waiting for their daily food ration. Out of the corner of her eye, she sees a figure running away. Her target is attempting to flee, she quickly follows the man, weaving in and out of the crowd of miserable civilians. He turns into an alleyway, Kily following a few seconds later.
The man has a gun pointed at her, "You step any closer, I shoot."
Without a second thought, she continues towards him. He fires one round and another. She catches up to him, and with one punch knocks him out. Only a few droplets of blood leave a trail behind her, the two gunshot wounds already healed. She ties him up and throws his body over her shoulder, whistling a happy tune as she carries him away.

 

[Gears]

Eddie Gears “Abyss”

Abyss walked through the dark corridors of the hub, passing by The Wanderers Shop. Usually he would stop to see whatever wares he had recently acquired from his “Suppliers.” No one knew who the suppliers where, but clearly he had some deal, many objects that seemed to be from the old world where in his shop, an impossible feat. The walls stayed firm, their gates closed. The surface vents that provided air to the underground were guarded 24-7 by Security Agents. Abyss usually bought only what he needed, using money from mercenary work, now that his winnings from Midas’s games had run dry. The prize for the brutal fights had been massive, but so was his needed budget. Ammunition and explosives were expensive, especially reliable ones. Most bullets down here were made in sweatshops, little care for quality. He relied on carefully made bullets, a necessity for his work and plans.

Abyss had been preparing for this day for months. He had analyzed every angle, used every available resource available to him, exhausted his funds. All it took was the tipping off of a certain rebel group to an object of interests location. He had kept an eye on them since leaking that information, and today they would be moving out. Abyss didn’t like plotting, but he would be there to be sure none of them were hurt if he could help it. He had staked out the abandoned buildings surrounding the area, analyzing Security Agency Doctrine for any tactics they may use. Now all he had to do was wait.

 

[Gordon_Greenwood]

Steam billowed off the grill top like an atom bomb from an Old-Earth photo, puffing up around the top from a long column. The liquid sprawled and shimmered as it ran from the mouth of Tonk’s bottle, erupting into brilliant blue and purple flames from the touch of direct heat. Tonk, owner of Big Noodz Noodle House and part mammoth if you believed the rumors, stashed the glass beneath the counter.

It amazed Grek that the man stood behind that grill every day and all day, considering the fact his thighs were level with the flattop. He reached beneath his knees, took a handful of noodles, and slapped them right into the dying flames just as Grek sat down.

“One moment,” Tonk grumbled, glancing up to meet Grek’s eyes before returning to his work.

“Sure, bud.”

That got the man’s attention. His wide brown eyes snapped back to Grek’s face in shock. “Well, I’ll be an AI’s uncle! Grek?!”

“Hey Tonk,” Grek agreed. “How’s the synth here?”

The giant of a man chuckled, leaned across his blinding hot work station, and almost pulled Grek out of his seat into a hug. “Still the same sludge-y garbage as when you left it. Oh god, it’s good to see you back home again!”

Tonk’s smile slipped away as he released Grek from the crushing embrace. “Hey, I heard about Field. Sorry, bruv. I know how much he meant to you.”

Grek looked away. He didn’t want to risk meeting the other man’s gaze. Instead, the blond acknowledged him with a nod.

“Crazy how it happened,” he went on. “His mother’s demanding new inspection regs on those mixers now. Marching round with a form every day trying to get people to bio-sign. She’s got twelve so far.”

“Were you here when it happened?” Grek asked him.

Tonk nodded, eyes back on the food in front of him. “Uh-huh. Same place as always.”

“Did you see it?”

“Hard to miss, big thing like that com—” Tonk froze, shoulders tightening beneath the stretched tank top he had on. His eyes, friendly a second ago, narrowed on his face. They hovered there a moment before sliding down to Grek’s collar, right where the man had pinned his league-issued badge.

“You’re just talking to a friend, Tonk,” Grek tried, lowering his voice.

Tonk shook his head. “Thought I was, too. My mistake.”

The hero sighed. “You know what he meant to me, Tonk. My badge doesn’t change that. Please, just talk to—”

“There’s nothing to tell. A cable snapped, mixer fell, local boy from the Unders got crushed, and no one cares!” Tonk hissed, throwing a bunch of chopped scallions over the top of the meal. He lowered his voice and said, “What are you trying to do, Grek? Get me killed?”

Grek felt the eyes of people glide across his back as they wandered by. A few stopped to stare. “I just want to know if you saw—”

“Your not an Unders any more, Grek. Now,” he paused long enough to scrape the meal onto a plate and drop it off at a guy on the other side of the neon lit bar. “It’s lunch rush, friend. Order something or get out.”

 

[Gears]

Eddie Gears aka “Abyss”

Abyss walked down the corridor of Twilight Sector, an area free of light due to the strange properties of Zedra213, a strange ore mined nearby that disrupted both electrical equipment and light, unless a certain material surrounded the electronic. He had put a thin layer of the rubber like substance over his weapons, but he usually could avoid this area and teleport through a shadow, those where in surplus. This suited him best, with the few Agents in the area and quiet atmosphere, seeing as the material was mined by hand.

Abyss froze as he saw two security agents patrol down the street, escorting a shipment of ores that had been mined. He recognized the patch on their agency regulated armor, a fractured skull with an odd symbol etched into the forehead. Few knew about Abyss, he stuck to the shadows, savoring any surveillance equipment before attacking, he didn’t leave a lot of survivors when they came across him, but luckily- it appeared they kept him hush. He had hacked their database one time, his file was restricted to Revenants Company and anyone with Level 5 Clearance, but these two fell under that category. He was starving, but with the pair blocking his path he would need to eat elsewhere. He took a deep breath and melted into the shadows of an alleyway.

The land of shadows was odd, an echo of the real and unreal, both possibility and reality. He could see actions others could have done, but the most significant change was the bodies. With the amount of potential murders captured in this place, bodies lay in the streets. He could move them of course, and he usually did, but most were within the area of light. He avoided the light, both because it hurt, and because if he were to enter this area, he would appear as a ghostly apportion, sometimes even tangible. He wandered for a while, sneaking through alleyways until he came across the nearest shop: Big Noodz Noodle House.

Abyss removed the gas mask, the red lights that allowed him to see in the real world and shadow world dimming as he strapped it next to the pistol he kept at his side. He walked in, ignoring the conversation between the owner and some random, a look of disgust on his face when he saw the Medal on his chest. He pulled out a data pad, checking the news while he waited, though a bit cautious with the nearby hero. His was very illegal, unsupervised and illegally modified, but he could take a hero right now. Eddie Gears wore an eyepatch over his left eye, a long and deeps scar punctuating the wound. It was cleaned, and he could have applied for a cybernetic replacement, but he felt this was his price to pay, for what he had witnessed and done all those years ago.
Gordon_Greenwood

 

[CommanderNecro]

Jais moved with grace. She was donned in her black tactical gear. Her pistols holstered at her side. And her sniper in her hands. She walked through the empty hallways and tunnels of the Underground. She stopped for a few seconds. A few security agents passed ahead of her. Using her powers she melded into the shadows. Becoming almost one with them. The 2 security agents stopped in a corridor intersection. It was as dark as it could be. Minus the security agents' flashlights on their rifles. Their voices were audible. "So Jonson why exactly are we here?" "Iv told you about 5 times now Alahandro. Were supposed to defend the tunnel. It's an escape route for enhanced." Eventually, a shot rang out. Then another. Both were now dead. Two sniper shots to the head. Jais was heading somewhere in the underground. Somewhere remote and hidden. She looked down at the agent corpses and quickly looted them. She stole their uniforms and stored them away. Just in case she needed a disguise later. She then looked up at a camera she saw nearby. It was not exactly modern. But she saw it moving by itself. Her face was hidden by her mask. But she stared at it. Someone or something is watching. Yet doesn't seem entirely hostile.

 

[Gears]

Giles Richard

Giles sat at his usual post around the entrance of an abandoned warehouse on the north side of Topside, a desolate place, still falling into disrepair. After the outbreak devastates this area, The AI removed all of the bodies, but the people agreed that this place was to left as it was, to her annoyance. She had publicly stated that the collapse of any border buildings could cause damage to the inhabited neighbors, but they trusted their modern building techniques and technology. The Order operated here on the surface, usually around the heart where they could see their enemies coming. Giles checked the sights on his rifle, a handmade weapon, the more common type they had. Their gunsmith was good, but without the ability to mass produce interchangeable parts, these guns would be useless if any part was broken, unless the gunsmith managed to repair it, but he was always busy. He was sure he saw a crack along the barrel, but he had to trust his weapon, most relied on old and repurposed mining equipment, firing unstable bolts of energy meant for ore and mineral extraction.

Giles suddenly jarred from his train of thought by a sudden clatter, swinging the firearm around, after a second relaxing. Many lived here out of desperation, weather it be washed up villains or beggars, he could even be scared by a sewer rat.

Security Agent 356A “Hunter Team”

The Palie dropped it out a sound, the Zero-Silencer making sure the only noise anyone could hear was the sudden thump of his body hitting the ground. No alarm was raised, so 356 checked his kill, finding a removed tracking chip, common for those who where given them for criminal offense, except for the fact that they would have gotten an alert if it was removed. He sent a message to the Security Investigations Team before moving on, a few of his comrades stepping from the shadows after executing the guards surrounding the building. 356 could see some men repelling from a nearby building to the sky light as the men got in position around the door, minor explosives attached to the lock and hinges, before they got an order from a cold voice, one that everyone in this task force feared. “Go, kill as many as you want but leave the doctor.”

356 felt sparks hit his face as the doors exploded, debris sent into the unsuspecting rebels while more where fired upon by the men positioned on the skylights, giving the men a distraction to open fire from each door. The Rebels didn’t fire a single shot as the remaining men were shoved into one corner, Brute emerging from the shadows. Brute shoved past his guards, holding a radio as Revenant sent orders. Usually Revenant would have gone, but for whatever reason, something was keeping him at HQ. Brute had the survivors line up, holding a pistol at the youngest there, a child likely brought up here to avoid the toxins in the underground. He held the pistol to the child’s head as his mother pleaded, the father lying under the debris, dead. Brutus was about to fire when a shot went off.

Giles

Giles cursed the shoddy making of his rifle, using one hand to pull the trigger at the monstrous Brutus, or Brute as most called him, applying pressure to the shot that had barley grazed his heart, putting him in cardiac arrest before the device implemented after he experienced a stroke revived him. He felt blood pour through his fingers as he fired again, this time nailing one of the guards as he hobbled into the surface elevator, quickly hitting the button as bullets flew in his direction, he had to warn the Underground.

356

356 watched as the body was carried away, trying not to look at it as Brutus moved on to the next prisoner. He had been interrupted twice, once to test each individual for enhancements and by the sudden attack of a surviving guard. 356 was surprised, he had killed him, maybe a cybernetic managers to save him, or dumb luck. That’s don’t matter as Brutus moved on to the next, taking a second to asks few before firing a round from his shotgun into the woman’s leg, hearing her cry out as she collapsed before he raised The Devastator, a custom made weapon resembling a sledgehammer. The other prisoners cried out, but Brute didn’t care, lifting the weapon over his head before swinging it into the woman’s skull.

356 watched 2 more bloody executions before two guards carried two men in, the vigilante hero “Volatile” and the Target, Doctor Hugo. The men threw the pair to the ground, one hauling a case to Brute who inspected the contents before stepping forward, whispering something to the doctor before stabbing him with the blade inside. There was no blood as he dropped to the ground, the hero struggling as Brute went closer, Volatile struggling as the sword was brought closer, the blade cutting into his arm and leaving a small cut, but his fate was now sealed. The screaming hero was dragged to the truck along with the Doctors body and some prisoners, Brutus motioning to the men before stepping into the vehicle. The men raised their weapons at the lined up prisoners and opened fire.

 

[CommanderNecro]

Gears (im waiting for your response as Evely before continuing.)

 

[Gears]

Evelyn

Evelyn was omnipresent almost, at least that was what most considered her to be. She didn’t think of herself to be a god like being, more like a man-made and limited construct with a lot of abilities and potential. If she had demanded complete control and surveillance of every camera and device, she would be close, but not everywhere had many devices like that, such as the tunnel leading from the northern side of the city and the below grounds Twilight Sector, an easy escape route for illegal and villainous enhanced. Of course, if she were to demand complete control of every device, the people would revolt, so she wouldn’t do it, not because of the idea of riots, but the thought that the majority wouldn’t like it.

She could only access an electronic that was given permission by an owner or anyone with access, such as a Security Surveillance Agent, who thought that she could avoid the boring job of endlessly viewing cameras by ordering requesting that Evelyn do the job for her. Evelyn already did that with any device she had, sending messages to The Security Agency whenever she witnessed a crime, but the Agent was found out and ordered to remove Evelyn’s access from each camera. The majority had been removed, except this one, and Evelyn had kept quiet- no one asked her if they had removed all of the permissions so she stayed silent in the matter. She had noticed movement, a sensor detecting an extra bio signature before the previous ones had ceased, switching to that view once she saw this. She watched the Underground Fighter, unable to identify them with her nearly unlimited facial database, but then she detected more movement, a small detachment of agents on their way. Evelyn considered her options, either let the agents arrest or kill the murderer, or warn her. Letting the agents handle it would be logical, but she felt little love for the agents, letting out a sigh only she could hear before motioning to a seemingly empty alleyway where she knew a subterranean complex was hidden, flashing a light at the hidden entrance and waiting for the strangers reaction.

CommanderNecro

 

[CommanderNecro]

Jais looked at the camera and then at the light it shone down a hallway. She raised her sniper rifle and moved forward steadily. She then stopped for a moment. Then flipping NVGs on so she could see properly. She walked down the hallway cautiously. She moves with tactical grace. Fast and efficient. Not dissimilar from Security breach and clear teams. She then traced her hand along the wall. Eventually finding the hidden entrance. It steadily opened. Jais panicked for a moment and raised her sniper. But then she appears to have heard the security agents. Then rapidly turning around and pointing her sniper where the noise came from. Unable to look down her scope due to the NVGs. She clicks her rifle turning on a laser only visible in NVGs. She then lies in wait. She seems to meld with the shadows and become almost invisible. And she seems to have superhuman physical abilities. Mainly reaction timing. Only one name comes up when scanning her. No one knows her name. But many call her "Silent" or "Hellfire". And she's a notable enhanced.

 

[CommanderNecro]

Gears (waiting for you now)

 

[Gears]

Evelyn

The subterranean complex was washed with lights as mission sensors where activated, a few old traps behind to trigger but Evelyn managed to stop them. She was curious, swings a message to the Unkown person, Evelyn Wants Permission to use this device, the display playing over her goggles so she could easier assist the vigilante. Evelyn told herself this was illogical, this could be a villain- but she had a feeling she might want to assist the Unkown. The underground complex began with a long tunnel, various traps that had either been disabled by Evelyn or had already fallen apart. A later of dust covered the area, but a pair of footprints was sometimes there, always the same pair, but it appeared that it had been some time since they had crossed the halls. Locked rooms where further along the hallway, one ajar and torn apart, appearing to be a living quarter, a few trinkets shattered on the ground, a knife still sticking out of a magazine depicting Security Director Constance Blaggard, a dead shot between the eyes. Further along, machines could be heard as they started up, the hum quiet enough that only Jais and Evelyn; with her advanced sensors could hear.

 

[CommanderNecro]

Jais seems confused for a minute. Then she crouches down in the shadows. Seemingly adjusting things on her nods. And connecting what seems like other systems to it. Evelyn can see her cybernetic right arm. By the looks of it seems it could withstand gunshots. Then Evelyn is granted permission to access Jaise's nods. It seems to be connected to an internal microphone. Quiet enough to only be heard by Jais but loud enough to be heard. What seems to also be a kind of messenger. Jais seems to be writing something on her cybernetic arm. It reads "What do you want Evelyn?" Jais looked down at the complex. Raising her rifle. A UV laser is up showing where she's pointing. She slowly moves forward. Careful with her steps as she walks. She then steps on a stone which pulls itself into the floor. Jais steps back and looks around. Suddenly a massive armored log is sent directly at her via a pulley system. Jais quickly jumps right as the log reaches her. Bending around it and pushing herself off it. Then landing on her feet. Shes extremely flexible by the look of things.

 

[Gears]

Evelyn

“It is no secret I don’t approve of the brutality of The Security Agency, and they would have likely killed you. According to my records the pair you just killed where not the best of individuals, even if I don’t approve of the taking of human life. This was near and I felt I should help, though unfortunately I cannot deactivate the more medieval traps, likely set up in case I found access.” Evelyn said, scanning the area for more traps. She quickly relayed anticipated traps on Jais optical relay. “I’m also curious, I have never figured out what this place was, I couldn’t send anyone in without permission, but someone left the trap system open to me.”

 

[CommanderNecro]

Jais stopped for a moment and crouched again. With a brush, she erased all the writing on her cybernetic arm. And then she started writing again. "So you're here to help me? Or am I just a pawn to know more? I am curious. Do you know who I am? I know this place. I call it "Exidium". It's where I live. Works pretty well. No one comes down here. And any who do whether wise or dumb enough usually die midway through. It leads to Mining Facility Bravo. After a while that it." Jais then stands back up and continues walking. She avoids all the traps. Using her extreme flexibility to bend and move around traps. Even so much as walking upside down to avoid some of the more technological traps.

 

[CommanderNecro]

Gears (your go)

 

[Gears]

Evelyn

"My primary directive is to protect the people of the city, which includes you. You can keep your real identity to yourself, but I also want to find out who owned before this place before you- according to my records, all of those rooms have been locked for years, and the other one is full of DNA that doesn't match your profile. " She said as she used the limited equipment to find any traps or clues on the owners identity. "According to my scan you likely have only been to the common area correct? Everything else Ian looked down- a hidden control console should be behind the Manifaturing and Repair Bench, do you think you can hook up with it?- the connection must be wired."

 

[CommanderNecro]

Jais stopped for a moment. Then writing once more after erasing the last message. It simply reads "Lot of areas I have not been to yes. There's a reason your scans don't find any trace of me here. I hide my tracks pretty well. As for who was here before I have no idea. Presumed it was the Security. And where is this hidden control console? It's kinda hard to tell where stuff is when everything is broken and scattered all around." Jais then continued to walk along. Eventually coming into what at one point was a lounge area. But is now a little more than a wreck. Jais then writes another message. "Why protect me? And not let the security agency capture me? Why lead me here? I'm a renegade."

 

[CommanderNecro]

Gears

 

[Gears]

Evelyn

Evelyn was silent for a moment as she ran a simulation- her simulations were near accurate, but what she wanted to know was if the vigilante would have survived without her help. The agents that were nearby and therefore the most likely to have arrived were brutal according to her records, and because she likely didn’t know this entrance she would have been forced to flee to the surface. Eventually she ended the simulation, with the number of union variables she couldn’t find out. “I needed you and you needed me. I have never found way to enter this place, and you appeared like you needed help.” The lights suddenly blacked out for a moment as the room shook. “They are likely going to employ some subterranean severance systems, I would recommend heading to the north side of the upper city- id they find out I assisted you there can be trouble.”

 

[Chibistaryuu]

Zwei​

Codename: Zero​

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Tick-Tock. Tick-Tock. Tick-

As usual, Zwei was in the Laboratory doing a System mainence not wanting the Laboratory to be in bad shape as she was within the mainframe updating, fixing bugs and removing any error any bad coding within the system carefully as she sighed. "This is going to be a long day-" She paused for a moment her sensors within the laboratory detecting movement.

"for me."

Zwei ended up pulling up one of the CCTV Screens just to see it was the doctor who just came back from her errand. "Zwei, Open up the Door. I'm Back!" The elderly doctor said. Zwei smiled as she then opens the laboratory's door letting the doctor in as she then proceeds to let herself out of the system's mainframe to greet her as she bows slightly. " Its good to see you again, Doctor." She said softly. "How was your trip?" She ended up asking after shutting the door.

"My errand went well, Delivering Alistair's spare arm after the accident he had, was a bit long but had at least he had a helping hand." The Doctor said laughing at her own joke with Zwei only looking at the Doctor confused, still not comprehending the puns. "Its a joke my dear, it's a joke." Dr. Yumeko said.

"Oh."

Gears

 

[CommanderNecro]

As the lights went out Jais raised her rifle. Then she started heading north after she erased her last message. She moved slowly and methodically. She seems to have had tactical training. But then she suddenly stopped. And lied down prone. Pointing at something she apparently saw. But it was only there for a mere second or two. Then it pops out again and she fires. Zooming in far enough reveals it's a Security agent. Who saw her but by the looks of it did not report it in seemingly. Jais then rapidly stands up and repositions. Her powers seem to meld her into shadows. Making her practically invisible. Thermals, night vision, and other sensors don't even detect her very well. She then stops again and crouches. She then writes quickly on her arm. "Contact bearing 320. Contact bearing 280. Contact bearing 300. Unknown affiliation." Zooming on these positions does show contacts. Humans. And armed by the looks of it. Snipers and not cheap ones ether.

 

[CommanderNecro]

Gears

 

[CommanderNecro]

Alisa
She was wandering through the various tunnels near the surface. She wasn't concerned. Even if she did get caught she could replicate herself at a moment's notice. And no one would know which to kill. She was just whistling along as she skipped forward. Eventually, she saw someone at the end of the tunnel which extended out into a kind of cavern. And a small settlement. She stopped whistling and ceased motion. She saw a camera on her right. With the flick of a wrist, the camera started malfunctioning. It could not see her face. And eventually, it just stopped recording. She then replicated herself once. Now there were two of her. She sent the copy of her forewards to investigate. And it stealthily approached the settlement. While she remained behind. She could effectively see through the clone's eyes and hear through its ears.
Gears (for one of your characters) or Chibistaryuu (one of your characters)

 

[Chibistaryuu]

Zwei​

Codename: Zero​

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Questionably the Abandoned laboratory was close to the end of the Cavern as One of the Cameras sent an error message to Zwei's system as she noticeably tensed up as the Doctor was concerned. "Are you okay, Zwei?" Zwei didn't seem to be pleased with something malfunctioning all of a sudden as another lit up detecting movement on the eastern section of the lab. It took her a moment to respond. "I'm fine doc, Just detecting someone around here." She said.

"Someone's here? Who is it?"

ButThe Nanites would burst apart and return backing into the mainframe of the system not wanting to answer as Zwei was a little curious and yet confused on someone finding this place as she then props on of the cameras up to see someone, inching closer to the laboratory, She didn't recognize the person from her internal database of visitors that would come to get their gear and/or cybernetics repaired.

"Who are you?" She mumbles Curiously.
CommanderNecro (Alisa)