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Lost Trek FIles 383: Sovereign class - 17 by zagoreni010
SECTOR 001 FROM THE BORG POV.
😎😎😎 totally badass
❂ → B a l a n c e. {Sector oo1}
Bloodshot, magenta eyes scouted out the area as the egotistical sorcerer watched multitudes of citizens rush back to their homes collectively at the sight of the ongoing storm. Although he was technologically inept, the message portrayed through the bright screen was quite clear: the city was finally reaching a level of uncontrollable mayhem that the scientists themselves seemed to be intimidated. As ominous winds roared terrifyingly in the heart of the city's sectors, Judar sat still atop a steep building, smirking widely as both lids closed, taking in the sound as others squandered.
Bewildered and astounded, echoes of individuals beckoning out to one another in fear translated as soothing, resonating sounds to the Black Sun. Thunder, fog and rainfall continued to make for a chaotic mixture, bringing the Magi comfort at the restless nature surrounding them all. Slowly reopening his eyes, a loud thump vibrated the ground next to him. Immediately shifting his attention to the cause of the disturbance, a box was revealed with a key already placed within it's lock. Skeptical of the item, Judar stood up and surveyed his surroundings once more to no avail. What was this and where did it come from?
Moving a few feet away from the delivered package, a small gust of wind was manipulated by the mage's wand, wrapping itself around the edge of the key, turning ever so slightly. After popping the source, the magician peeped over to see a lone sheet, seemingly clad in an obscure question:
Do you know that the number__ represents b_____e?
Was this pertaining to the 'clues' hinted in the scientist's telecast? If so, that would mean that--yet again--Judar was selected as one of the main agents of change. Except this time... he had a say-so on whether or not his sector would end up riding the wave or going belly-up.
Grabbing onto the box, his thin frame hovered as he slowly made his way down onto the city streets. Without further ado, the arrogant teenager bellowed out towards any nearby groups with an uproarious, jovial tone of voice.
"Oiii, to all of you brain-dead morons scurrying around to find shelter! What you need to do is come outside, because I've got something super important to show you.
I've been chosen to be somewhat of an...what's the word...ah, that's right - an information dealer! Now, you see... I don't really give a damn about what goes on from here on out, but I'm sure you'll need to know in order to high tail your asses outta here. So~! How's about we make a barter of sorts? Anything of worth for this life-saving hint?"
"Either that or you could always choose the defiant route. Y'know, try to pry it from me. Doesn't make me a bit of difference! Hell, I welcome the challenge. Ultimately, the choice is in your hands, citizens."
{ in an isolated system ] sector oo1 open.
He cursed as the unmarked car stopped at the corner, as the shaded and suited drones filed from the small sedan, as their forms flickered and faded in the tremor of the storm. The Demon had been watching his tracks carefully, veiling himself in mist and hiding any evidence of his search that he had left behind, but their surveillance had still caught him. How? How had the Scientists within the Core been able to keep tabs upon him when his illusions were capable of fooling even the great Vindice?
The illusionist grated his teeth, pushed a great angry sigh of air out through the cracks in the wall and reveled for a moment at the hissing sound it made. He pulled his hood further over his head, casting shadows down over his mismatched eyes, his ill sort of frown, his furrowed brows. Mukuro took his trident from its resting place against the wall, held it tightly in one hand and shoved the other in his pocket, and sunk into the shadows, veiling himself entirely, muffling his breath, sinking into the inky smog of the darkness. He made no attempt to flee, no. The Scientists would not seek him out so boldly if they did not have something to proposition.
Their system was weakening. He could easily see the cracks in the core, the faltering of their resolve, and they knew he could. The head lackey, or so the Mist had assumed by the way he held himself on video, the way his lips curved into a sly smile even then, had mentioned in undertones just how horrible this storm could not only be for the captured life forms within their program, but also for those outside of it.
So they had come to beg for his help, then, to sweep his shadowy doings under the rug and utilize his power in a time of need, to forget his true intent for another day. What a game they were playing! Still, the Mist was somewhat miffed at the impoliteness suggested in their gesture of sending mere programmed drones to seek him out. Was his strength not deserving of an avatar at least?
His chuckles bounced through the old warehouse, muffled out by the rain that poured through the gaping holes in the roof. The drones stepped in then, looked around twice, and focused solely upon the corner in which the Mist was lounging. Their eyes flashed twice before they too disappeared just as their transport had.
Left behind was a small, padded box, which Mukuro padded softly across the room to retrieve. It was marked with the Vongola's insignia. How tacky. They clearly had not done their research.
Inside was a puzzle ring, with three layering bands that slid along an ingrained track. He played at it for a moment, till the full extent of the message appeared to him. He read it aloud.
"It is recognized only by its perpetual vacancy, shrouded in darkness."
That frown turned once more to a sly grin, and Mukuro returned the ring to its box, the box to his pocket, before grabbing at his trident, securing his shadowy hood, and strolling from his decrepit shelter into the downpour, laughing somewhat maniacally to himself. Ah, what an entertaining surprise! They wished for him to break illusions! Yes, he supposed, with his potential, he would not let those scientists down. What was his name? Levi?
"Oya? Well they have certainly chosen the best man for the job. A place of illusions, hmm? What a petty challenge."
The Beast Unleashed in Sector 001
Lockdown, androids, and a caged beast...King knew he had only one thing he could do.
TEN MINUTES LATER
It's been a while since he's had to wear this, but now seems apropriate enough. He adjusted his gloves, made certain that his boots were on right and readjusted his mask. For the first time since coming here, King was in his wrestling gear. For the first time, he's had to fight seriously. The Beast Priest walked out the door to his room. He was ready. Already he saw some androids come his way, and he charged in, giving a big clothesline to two of them before picking one of them up at the legs and swinging them around in a Giant Swing, ramming into other androids. He let out a roar as he threw the android he used as a weapon right into another, punching another in the face and to the ground. He let out a mighty roar, challenging the androids to bring it and to hopefully attract the fighters in the building.
