The Alpha Series were a failed line of prototype Big Daddies developed first by Dr. Yi Suchong and completed by Dr. Gilbert Alexander following the former's death at the hands of an Alpha, using prisoners from Persephone Penal Colony as test subjects. Each member of the Alpha Series began as a test subject for various Plasmids developed by Fontaine Futuristics, and as a result they retain some Plasmid abilities. The bodies of the Alpha Series were less drastically modified than the later models when placed inside their suits, but functioning Alpha Series such as Subject Delta were still heavily spliced, granting them greater strength and stature than most citizens. The main difference between the Alpha Series and the other Big Daddies that would follow is the nature of their bond to Little Sisters. Each Alpha Series was created with an unbreakable physiological bond to a single Little Sister. This bond created a fail-safe enforced by each Little Sister's pheromone signature, and as a result any Alpha Series that wandered too far from his bond partner for an extended period of time would lapse into coma or madness. This bond proved to be too effective, however, because it made each Big Daddy in the Alpha Series essentially useless after his Little Sister was killed by attacking Splicers or saved by Brigid Tenenbaum. The Alpha Series who did not become comatose as a result of their Sister being lost became emotionally unstable to the point of psychosis (One apparently going as far as to mourn the loss of his Little Sister by crying at a Gatherer's Garden, as noted by Gilbert Alexander in one of his audio diaries). Even the Plasmids and Tonics the candidates were spliced with made them unstable, as rips in the armor of Alpha Series encountered in Fontaine Futuristics reveal that their skin had become lumpy and grotesque. Eventually the remaining prototypes were only useful as foot soldiers, as their suicidal aggression made them unfit for anything else.[1] However, it appears they set the tone for future Big Daddy designs, as the Bouncer uses a prototype of their Drill, the Rosie uses a simpler design of their Rivet Gun and the Rumbler uses a shoulder mounted variant of their Launcher. In this way, they were not a total failure.
“Look, I don’t want to fight.” -He spoke through his helmet, and it came out sounding muffled.- “I just want to pass through and find my Sister.” -He wurred his drill slightly, and stood ready. If battle were to happen, he wouldn’t be caught by surprise.-
She hissed as his drill began spinning softly, “Then why do you prepare as though you would?” Her own voice both muffled and corrupted by her suit and the ADAM within her. She stopped pacing around the Daddie, standing still and watching his every move.
"Because you're a Big Sister." -He stated simply.- "Your kind always fight with mine....it's kind of a regular thing around here." -His eyes locked on her from behind the helmet.-
-Fumbling with a panel on his arm, the Alpha didn’t even notice the newcomers. But when he did, he quickly closed the panel and stood up, facing them…emitting a groan of warning. He was not in a good mood today, and the only thing he was worried about right now was finding his sister.-
Met with his warning, the elder sister screeched back, anticipating the worst from the Alpha. She herself was in no mood to do battle with a Daddie—wanting only to pass through the area to ensure things were in order. Still, she stood, poised to run if the situation arose. She inched around the Daddy, examining his suit.
"Look, I don't want to fight." -He spoke through his helmet, and it came out sounding muffled.- "I just want to pass through and find my Sister." -He wurred his drill slightly, and stood ready. If battle were to happen, he wouldn't be caught by surprise.-
-Fumbling with a panel on his arm, the Alpha didn't even notice the newcomers. But when he did, he quickly closed the panel and stood up, facing them...emitting a groan of warning. He was not in a good mood today, and the only thing he was worried about right now was finding his sister.-
-The Alpha blinked behind his helmet....All of these people! Well, mostly people. Who were they? What did they want? ....And where was his Sister? He was starting to feel that feeling again, he didn't like it.-
-He moved slowly. He’d lost her again. Where did she go? He was starting to feel that weird pain again, the one he’d felt when he’d lost her for the first time. He shook it off. He needed to find her, before someone else did.
Then, he spotted her…standing over a body, needle in and eyes locked on it. He smiled beneath his helmet and trotted over to her.- “Hello, Darling. I’ve missed you. You shouldn’t run away from Daddy like that…” -He spoke softly, in a sightly raspy voice as he knelt down beside her.-
Lavidia takes her eyes off the corpse to smile up at the glowing helmet of her father, her small hand pulling the needle from the body as she climbed up his arm to sit on his shoulder. Once she was settled, she placed an affectionate kiss on his helmet.
“I’m sorry, Daddy. The angels was singing really loud. I think she was in pain, but she can sleep now. Peaceful little angel.” Shaking her head, the girl lifts her nose to sniff at the air. “What should we do now, Daddy?”
-He watched her crawl up his arm and then perch on his shoulder, like some sort of bird.- "Well, if you'd like...we can go exploring...you know..." -He hesitated, for effect.- "Out side of the city." -He moved a hand to pat her head softly.
It was strange, he'd lost his original little sister a long time ago, and had...went mad. But his insanity was a different kind of insanity...whenever he found himself without a sister, he just figured she'd run off again, and the next one he found..well, that was her.-
-The Alpha groaned slightly, as it turned to face the man. He'd gone dizzy...she was not near. He needed to find her. He stood still, drill ready to whurr when needed.-
Needle in, needle out. Finger on the trigger, watch the red.
Simple things every sister knew when it came to gathering from the dead splicers scattered around. Her beautiful vision was broken and now she saw the reality of Rapture. The blood, the gun, the brains on the floor. This woman must have had a hard time. Lavidia didn’t care, though. She’d never care, for it was not her job.
-He moved slowly. He'd lost her again. Where did she go? He was starting to feel that weird pain again, the one he'd felt when he'd lost her for the first time. He shook it off. He needed to find her, before someone else did.
Then, he spotted her...standing over a body, needle in and eyes locked on it. He smiled beneath his helmet and trotted over to her.- "Hello, Darling. I've missed you. You shouldn't run away from Daddy like that..." -He spoke softly, in a sightly raspy voice as he knelt down beside her.-
When an Alpha wandered into the lab, Gil was not at all surprised. The Protectors came and went as they pleased, and though they weren’t exactly good company, they were interesting to watch. They may have looked mostly the same—except, of course, for the colours on their suits and the symbols on their hands—but their personalities were nothing alike.
“Good morning…” He trailed off and pressed his face up against the tank wall, frowning. “Lambda, is it? Or perhaps Epsilon? You’ll have to forgive me if I’m mistaken. I’m sure you are aware that my eyesight is not what it once was.”
He had only met two Daddies who were still capable of speech, but Gil enjoyed talking to every single one of them, even if the conversations often ended up being one-sided.
-His boots thudded...the metal on his suit squealed and groaned as he moved into the lab. He looked around, drill wurring slightly, a warning to all nearby. He was in no mood to toy with anyone. Something on him was broken, and he needed to fix it. But without the parts...he needed help. He had to be in tip top shape for his little sister anyway.
Once he noticed Gil, and the tank. He turned to face it. He held his free arm up and spoke.- "Just call me Daddy. Everyone does..." -He smiled behind the helmet, though that was unseen.- "I'm looking for parts...a panel on my arm is broken, and I can't have that..no...no...if I were to venture out into the water, well..I'd get a bit too wet. If you know what I mean." -He kept looking around, as if expecting something to jump out at him. He was always on alert, for her sake.-
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