just a quick chapter wip for resistance is futile. not sure of I'm going to keep. let me know what you guys think.
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He was Ingo, he was a Subway Boss. One of two. He conducted the single lines in gear station, where he would stand and await trainers who completed 20 battles.
He had silver eyes, and silver hair.
He had a brother, Emmet, they were twins, Identical. Emmet loved winning more than anything and always had a smile on his face. His best friend was Elesa, a supermodel and gym leader.
He lived in Nimbasa city with his brother and two children.
Not long ago, he had been taken by an alien group known as the Borg, along with several others. They had operated on him, changed him from the outside, and tried to make him one of them.
His body was no longer his own, but his mind was still intact.
But, He was Ingo, He was a Subway Boss, and he wasn't beaten so easily.
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He was Ingo, He was a Subway Boss, the 10th one to be Assimilated out of 83.
He had one silver eye and his ocular implant was red. And his hair had long since fallen out.
He had a brother who loved winning more than anything, and was always smiling. They weren’t identical anymore.
Would Emmet even recognize him anymore?
He'd been taken from Nimbasa City three months ago.
Yesterday, he watched as the cube he was on tried to Assimilate a cargo ship they came upon. The crew hit the self-destruction.
There were suddenly ten less voices in Ingo’s head.
But he still wasn't about to give up. He was still a Subway Boss.
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They were- no, He was Ingo. He was a…a…Drone…no, it was something to do with trains…he was sure of it. And he was The 10th one to be Assimilated out of 83.
He had a brother…he wore white…was he still smiling?
Today they had been attacked by Klingons. They managed to kill three of them, but now their voices were added to the Collective. Their violent nature tamed by metal and wires.
It was getting harder to fight back, but Ingo was never one to back down from a challenge.
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He was Ingo, he was a Engineering drone, his designation was 10 of 83.
He didn't remember much from before that, no matter how much he tried.
His mind was starting to uncouple.
Every so often he would recall a man, a human, that used to look like him. But he couldn't get any more than that. But he felt like he was someone who smiled a lot.
He'd been sent to repair the shield emitters during a fight with the Romulans. He had almost finished when they had been struck with disrupters. As luck would have it, he was fine, but his arm was attachment had been severely damaged.
Medical drone 5 of 30 was sent to repair damaged and upgrade hydraulic clamp attached to 10 of 83.
But what interested him was the drone sent to repair him.
They were young, too young to be a proper drone.
But they were like him.
They were fighting as well.
A name came to mind when they looked at him. Akari, her name was Akari. And she was fighting this tooth and nail.
And she believed she could get both of them out of this.
She was called away to repair another drone, and Ingo wanted to reach out and stop her. They should stick together. But he couldn't, he didn’t have control over his body.
But if Akari could continue to fight for this long.
Then Ingo could continue to fight as well.
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They were 10 of 83. They were an engineering drone.
And they had not seen Akari in days.
They didn’t know what happened to her, they could no longer hear her voice in the collective. She had gone completely silent. And they were worried for her safety.
Had she been taken out in one of the raids?
Had the collective deactivated her?
Or had she fallen and fully joined the collective like so many others?
Maybe she was still out there, and they were simply being blocked from communicating, so she could no longer corrupt them with her sense of independence.
Whatever the case maybe, they just hoped she was safe and managed to get out alive.
