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So....I've been doing some things

Road to Piracy Pt. 4

As William and his new crew of pirates sail one of the women of the crew yells from the nest. "Land ho...looks like norleans dead north."

"Alright crew we be lookin for a better vessel. Keep an eye out for any thing in particular...like the Black Kraken that is notorious for docking her. Ey?!"

"Got it captain." The female yells from her perch.

The crew runs to the edge of the ship and immediately see the land ahead of us. They look in awe as we approach, one of the men pipe up after a moment..

"Sir, what do you plan to do with the black kraken once you see her?"

Willy smiles as he sails, he speaks with a loud booming voice.. "I plan to get us aboard tha vessel an join ther ranks." He says keeping his smile. "Then take the ship, getting rid of ther captain...I will be the captain of the best vessel on the open waters." He says with a chuckle pulling into the docks. A mutant waves his hands, a crocodile humanoid. Arms as big as cannons, he stood at 7ft and had a scar over his left eye. He looked at William with a strange look, "You be human, what brings you here?"

Captain Willy looks at the crocodile with a grin, "For spoils and trade...plus I bring back some mutant slaves." Willy looks to Stg. Shamus, "Send word to the bottom deck that they're safe to come out." The man runs to the lower deck, minutes pass and the crocodile continues to stare..but is curious as to why a human would be helping mutants out. Then Shamus returns with a big crowd of mutants in tattered clothes. They looked around realizing they were in a safe place...N'Orleans. They all had wide smiles and ran off the ship, standing by the crocodiles side. Two more big mutants came up and escorted the now free slaves. Captain Willy looks at the crocodile, "100 slaves, free and unharmed...for free passage. We come in peace my friend."

The crocodile smiles, "The names Sebek, come ashore Captain..."

"Captain Willy Noon."

Sebek smiles, "Captain Willy, come ashore and I'll show you around our great city. But first..to the tavern, I'd like you to meet my captain."

"You had me at tavern friend." Captain Willy smiles, "To the shore men, tonight we drink." The crowd cheers with glee and quickly tidy up the ship and rush to shore heading to the closest tavern.

So I'm kinda liking this look...just need to add the spikes back in and some more detailing and I'm done with this portion

Shit posting my art...what do you guys think

Wasteland weekend 2019

So sometime soon, I'm going to start writing up stories and posting them. It'll be about a hacker gang going through the wasteland working as a spec ops group. I won't give the full details yet because I haven't thought much outside of that, but if any of my followers have ideas or story arcs...let me know.

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Redemption/Reborn

Loud music blares over the speakers, "Obay your master, MASTER..Master of puppets I'm pulling your stings...." The speakers scream. Slade nods along and taps his foot, humming with the lyrics and air drumming every now and then. He was tinkering on the mech soon to be known as R3MMY. "Aw dude you're going to look so badass." *Energy levels 50%* a robotic voice shouted out from Slade. "Ah I got another 40% before I really need to charge." He says with a chuckle, the shop going quiet as the music flips to the next song. "Man it'd be great to see these musicians live. Ah, if only I was before the war...and human, I don't suppose our kind existed durring that period. Sure maybe prototypes, but nothing like us." He looks up at the mech..then over to the memory chip still linked to the computer. "Although, from what I've heard you're from that time...aren't you. Ha! Yes of course you were, look at that semi outdated chip. Since then we've come a long way." He sighs, realizing he's talking to nobody but a mech with no life. He finishes the final touches on the custom parts. Giving each one a custom model number, then walking over to the computer he sits down. "Alright big guy...almost done." He exhales heavily, *Energy levels 20%* "Yeah and I'm feeling it..." He says as he safely removes the chip, walking it over to the mech. Slade approached the back of the mech and opening a port behind the head. As he slid the chip in he tells the mech, "R3MMY, I give you life. May the spark guid you, you'll have to wait and boot up then charge first but...figured I say that now" he says with a chuckle closing the port up. He walks over to the computer to sit down, but crashes before he can start to charge.

**Two hours later**

Slade jolts to life as his spare energy kicks in, "Huh..what?! S#!$ I need to charge...thank the spark I have a backup." He turns around to find no mech behind him. "Oh no..where'd he go." He looks around the room, seeing no dark shadows. "I-i-i don't remember installing a cloaking device." He says nervously, trying to hook up to the station. Out of nowhere Slade is tackled by an unknown entity. Metal clanks together as they both hit each other. Slade is then pinned to the ground and is being held by the throat.

"WHERE AM I AND WHO ARE YOU!" The mech screams in a deep tone

"You're in a shop, near the outskirts of Greycoast or Greyport depending on who you ask. Its miles from the town you called home, Greyfell. As far as my name, it's S.L.4.D.3. or Slade as everyone calls me." He says in a calm tone.

"Tell me Slade, how the hell am I alive. I bit the bullet...I don't know how long ago it was, BUT I KNOW I DIED!" He begins to scream with rage.

Slade sighs, knowing this would happen. "You had a memory chip implant that was salvaged from your corpse. We, rather, I built a body for you and we implanted the chip into the mech body you're in now. So you're now a biomech. With that being said, would you like to be put back to rest? I'm sorry about all this, it was Soren's idea. He just wanted his friend back and figured this would work." He says as R3MMY's grip loosens.

"As much as I'd like to say, 'yes, I left for a reason. Now put me back down.' I'm not going to. I've been given another chance on life and I won't be wasting it." He sighs, "Though I don't think my friends will be able to accept me again..and I'm sure I'm back on some hit lists again." He smiles, "Though I'll let them come after me..I'm back and I'm coming back in full swing. Just gotta remeber to keep myself in check." R3MMY gets up and looks down at Slade. "Just means no ruthless killing, torture, or innocent murder. That'd make me a monster..something I would like to stay away from." He reaches down to pick Slade up. "Sorry about that..thought I was in a hostile situation." He says with a chuckle.

Slade accepts the extended hand and pulls himself up. "Its quite alright, I would've done the same...given the situation."

Music continued to play in the background, the room quiet other than that...shortly after R3MMY walked over and took a seat. Slade watched him do as much, after he figured R3MMY was situated he walked over to grab a gun off the wall. "So I know you've only been alive for a few minutes now..but how would you like to start doing some work. Taking down bad guys, that sort of thing."

He looks at Slade, then the rifle, then back to Slade. "As long as I get to use that Merc Forge Armory rifle you've got there."

Slade chuckles, "Pick from my selection..I have many." He turns and displays the gun wall.

R3MMY stands in awe while stares at the wall. "You've got quite the armory.." He says, drifting over to a 50 cal rifle simular to the one he had.

Slade clears his throat, "Actually I'm the gunsmith...I run the business, I OWN the business." He says pointing to himself

R3MMY stares at Slade, "I've bought a lot from your armory..they're just perfect for my style. Also to answer your question..yes I'm ready to get back to work. Let me work on my aim and we can do some work." He says grabbing some ammo. "So what are we going to be doing.."

Without skipping a beat Slade loads a bullet into the chamber with a loud click. "Freeing slaves."

"I'm in."

From The Forge, We Rise

After days of tinkering on the memory chip, Slade was finally comfortable with how thing were going. He started building the rest of the biomech but realized he was missing quite a few parts...like hydraulics, scanners, an arm and a leg. He sat there waiting for hours, what seemed like days waiting for soren to come back with the parts he needed. "Man, where's a scumbag mutant when you need one." He says out of frustration.

Meanwhile at the junkyard, soren is fishing through piles of parts trying to figure out what he needed. "Alright, I think I'll take this arm...or wait this arm looks cooler, maybe I should get that one. One has less rust while the other just looks cool, ugh but we can't work with rust..so less rust it is." He walks around trying to find a decent leg and hydraulic system. "well I'm sure if I just find the parts for the system, he can put it together right?" He asks himself, picking up a leg with a built in system. "I should pick up a few spare pistons just in case." He grabs a few more pistons and load everything into his jeep. "Alright I think I've got everything." He says hoping into the vehicle and taking off back to his house.

**30 minutes later**

Soren walks through the door with all the parts Slade asked for. He excidedly pushed his chair out from underneath him and walks over to Soren with his arms outstretched to take the parts. "Ah thank you so much, my mutant friend. Don't know what I'd do without you."

"Not be able to finish the project I asked you to do..."

"And if you keep acting that way I won't finish it." Slade says taking the parts from soren and placing them on the table.

"Ha! You say that but you're having too much fun building him. Am I right or am I wrong.."

He sighs, "You're right...but I'd be building a mech anyways, regardless of your request." He says with a hint of excitement. "Now, leave me in peace as I finish the project."

Soren rolls his eyes and crossed his arms, leaving the workshop. "Fine, I'll leave you be." As he walks out Slade begins to blare Metallica.

"Aw f*#$ yeah...ride the lightning!" He shouts as he begins to work on the mech.

Cracked

Slade beat his head into the keyboard, aggravated that he couldn't crack the coding. *Thud, thud, THUD* "Damn, Legion tech. Ugh, I was so good at this back in my prime..." He sighs and rests his head in his hands. There was a moment of silence, then the screen lit up with red coding. "Well that's one way of using my head." A bunch of ones and zeros, file names, documented logs of memories...up until the file labeled "Death". Slade stared at the file, hesitating to delete it. "I-I shouldn't...but at least I cracked it. Now, Agent, let's see if we can bring you to life." He swivels around in his chair, getting up and pushing it out from underneath him. He picks up his tools and solders some connections together on the biomechs arm. He then connects the arm to his own external port to test its movement. "Connect this to here aaand.." An audible click can be heard as he goes to test the arm. He chuckles, "Ha, ha..tickles." He moves his fingers and makes a fist, the arm on the table mimics Slade's movements. "Yes! Alright, I may not be the best at hacking but at least I'm still a good engineer." He disconnects the arm, picking it up and putting it on the mech skeleton. Taking a socket wrench he attaches the arm and tightening it down. Putting a shoulder panel over it to cover the socket. "One step closer to you becoming a living being again. Well, at least some of us will say you're living. Not all mechs are treated well and your old friends might think otherwise. You know, with you being dead and all." He chuckles, "I feel like I'm talking to myself...again." He installs more hardware to the chest, putting a radio beacon in the center of the mech. Clamping down the chest plate he embroidered a tinny spark near the waist. "A little touch of home." He says with joy, and if he could smile he'd be doing just that.

Redemption

Slade looked at the table of random parts and blueprints for a mech idea. He looks up from the table to look at the figure standing in the dark. "So why am I doing this for you, again?" The figure continued to stay in the darkness as he spoke to Slade.

"The kid said something bad was comin' this is the best plan I could come up with. The ultimate mech to kill a man who desurves to be dead." Soren pushed away from the wall, emerging from the shadows. "Slade, you have no idea what's coming and this is the only man I know who can stop him."

Slade looks at Soren, puzzled.. "Soooo your idea of stopping this..guy, is to make a copy of your friend. Reimerging him as a biomech. As awesome as that sounds, there are going to be complications. Like memory blanks, partial memory, and there might be a chance he remembers killing himself. If that happens, we can't go through with this..if he remembers and wants to not be here, we go through with his wishes and put him back down." Slade stares at Soren making sure it sinks in.

Soren sighs looking down, knowing all the downsides to this operation. "If it comes to that, yes..we will respect his wishes. I just want my buddy back, and I'm sure the kid would like to get to know his dad."

"I know the feeling, but we've got to take everything into consideration and I'm just trying to let you know all that could go wrong." He sighs looking at the red and black mess of parts. "So what are we naming him once he wakes...A.491, or Shadow491, Red Glow.." He pauses, "I never was good for names." He adds

"Have all of his coding and part numbers as 491 but he'll be named R3MMY, just like his real life counterpart." He smiles looking down at the table of parts, "He'll die by your hands...the way it shouldve been done."