Neil Lantez's room looked over Steel Canyon as one of the highest in the region. This was the only place in town that he could be safe from investigations, and taking the risk of sending the robot after Project ANOK didn't help keep things that way. So many factors hadn't occured to him until now - primarily, the fact that his own name was branded on the back.
That was why, now, the room seemed dozens of times cleaner than ever before, with only three black carrier bags left beside the front door being the only items in the room that didn't directly belong to Neil. Everything else was either too heavy to escape with or simply not his in the first place.
Neil's back was tilted to one side, weighing heavily on his right arm. His hand cupped nervously around the edge of the window sill, trembling very slightly as he gazed past a large pair of golden-rimmed glasses onto the streets down below. His balding, grey hair seemed to be the only part of his body that wasn't anxiously moving around. Even his feet jumped from side to side heavily and his weaker hand would often wipe the sweat from his forehead.
The truth was, he didn't want to leave. He had lived well so far in this room for as long as he could remember, but now he was being forced away.
He could only blame himself, of course. It was him who signed up to test for Saturn Corps in the first place. He was instructed by the manufacturers of his personal robot - a unit introduced to him as Hyperion 54 - to control the robot to any ends he deemed useful. He was even able to manipulate it to do the housework for him, and he was getting paid for it!
Only recently the phone call came through to demand that Neil, specifically, commanded his unit to seek out a certain 'Project ANOK'. Obviously, Neil let his secret robot go and carry out as commanded, unsure what it really meant.
What was the importance of this ANOK thing? Why did it result in the destruction of his robot? What had he gotten himself into?
Very few people knew of Saturn Corporation's existance until now. He had just descovered why.
Taking no more thoughts to keep him gazing down that window, he hurredly moved to the pine-wood door of the flat, swiping one of the bags over his shoulder and carrying the remaining two. He had already wasted too much time. Perhaps the reception already knew that he was indirectly to blame for assault. He had to get out!
But where would he go? He had just revealed the existance of his underground friends. He couldn't go back to Saturn Corps!
His family?
No, *someones* bound to check there.
Saturn Corps?
His mind seemed to keep returning there as the only solution. The repetative thoughts made his tongue leak over his lips and a batch of saliva crop from underneath it. He knew the people there. They would understand.
It was his only choice.
Now, all that remains is to hope nobody recognises it. Prodding his finger into the small, silver button that ordered the lift, he began his agitated wait...
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The room was lit with a brilliant green. It lit the face of the man stood above it in an almost burning tone. No signs of his natural skin colour showed through, nor that of any other part of his body. A pair of small, filtered goggles strapped themselves tightly over his eyes, concealing any humanity behind them.
Far too engaged in the strange, mechanical workings at the end of the peculiar, metal instruments he held, he didn't begin to notice another man enter the room, unit its electronic voice spoke through.
"Status report: Unit Hyperion 54 failed. Classification: beaten by target 'Subaiku'. Selective hostile parameters engaged; she shall not escape our retribution."
The man calmly let a long, deep sigh through his nose and flicked a tiny, red switch upwards. At the command, the green tint vanished as the machine emitting it hummed to a stop. Before the man lifted his goggles onto his forehead, the primary lights - massive, circular lenses almost covering the ceiling of the metalic room - let loose a blinding shine, making the previous green seem dark and dismal.
"Defeated? Our... Hyperion... We were descovered?" The shock in his voice defied the look on his face, contrasting completely. From the outside, he seemed cool as a cucumber. The voice suggested he may as well be wetting himself.
"Affirmation: Test subject N. Lantez has failed his task. Question: should targetting functions be activated for test subject N. Lantez?"
"Lantez..." The man's voice drifted slightly, bearing teeth in thought, "Lantez..." He repeated. It seemed logical for the guy to be put down as soon as possible, but he still has his uses. Killing him would rid a lot of possibilities for Saturn Corporation. They were far beyond ready for the invasion on Paragon City that they had intended. Neil may well boost the process, given his... sitation.
On the other hand, letting Neil live was dangerous for Saturn Corporation's survival. If he was found by anyone calling themselves 'justice', Saturn Corporation would be placed in Jeopardy. That was something nobody could afford.
"Send a search team to his apartment. I want Neil recovered and brought back. If anyone gets in the way...
"I want them dead."
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OOC:
Those involved should have enough information to make a start, things will roll from there. If anyone involved is unsure about their next move, feel free to have a chat.
Those wishing to be involved can come to me if they are starting with little information on their hands, or a member of the silent tempest if they are IC able to keep up with the background on Saturn Corporation so far.
Neil Lantez's room looked over Steel Canyon as one of the highest in the region. This was the only place in town that he could be safe from investigations, and taking the risk of sending the robot after Project ANOK didn't help keep things that way. So many factors hadn't occured to him until now - primarily, the fact that his own name was branded on the back.
That was why, now, the room seemed dozens of times cleaner than ever before, with only three black carrier bags left beside the front door being the only items in the room that didn't directly belong to Neil. Everything else was either too heavy to escape with or simply not his in the first place.
Neil's back was tilted to one side, weighing heavily on his right arm. His hand cupped nervously around the edge of the window sill, trembling very slightly as he gazed past a large pair of golden-rimmed glasses onto the streets down below. His balding, grey hair seemed to be the only part of his body that wasn't anxiously moving around. Even his feet jumped from side to side heavily and his weaker hand would often wipe the sweat from his forehead.
The truth was, he didn't want to leave. He had lived well so far in this room for as long as he could remember, but now he was being forced away.
He could only blame himself, of course. It was him who signed up to test for Saturn Corps in the first place. He was instructed by the manufacturers of his personal robot - a unit introduced to him as Hyperion 54 - to control the robot to any ends he deemed useful. He was even able to manipulate it to do the housework for him, and he was getting paid for it!
Only recently the phone call came through to demand that Neil, specifically, commanded his unit to seek out a certain 'Project ANOK'. Obviously, Neil let his secret robot go and carry out as commanded, unsure what it really meant.
What was the importance of this ANOK thing? Why did it result in the destruction of his robot? What had he gotten himself into?
Very few people knew of Saturn Corporation's existance until now. He had just descovered why.
Taking no more thoughts to keep him gazing down that window, he hurredly moved to the pine-wood door of the flat, swiping one of the bags over his shoulder and carrying the remaining two. He had already wasted too much time. Perhaps the reception already knew that he was indirectly to blame for assault. He had to get out!
But where would he go? He had just revealed the existance of his underground friends. He couldn't go back to Saturn Corps!
His family?
No, *someones* bound to check there.
Saturn Corps?
His mind seemed to keep returning there as the only solution. The repetative thoughts made his tongue leak over his lips and a batch of saliva crop from underneath it. He knew the people there. They would understand.
It was his only choice.
Now, all that remains is to hope nobody recognises it. Prodding his finger into the small, silver button that ordered the lift, he began his agitated wait...
---
The room was lit with a brilliant green. It lit the face of the man stood above it in an almost burning tone. No signs of his natural skin colour showed through, nor that of any other part of his body. A pair of small, filtered goggles strapped themselves tightly over his eyes, concealing any humanity behind them.
Far too engaged in the strange, mechanical workings at the end of the peculiar, metal instruments he held, he didn't begin to notice another man enter the room, unit its electronic voice spoke through.
"Status report: Unit Hyperion 54 failed. Classification: beaten by target 'Subaiku'. Selective hostile parameters engaged; she shall not escape our retribution."
The man calmly let a long, deep sigh through his nose and flicked a tiny, red switch upwards. At the command, the green tint vanished as the machine emitting it hummed to a stop. Before the man lifted his goggles onto his forehead, the primary lights - massive, circular lenses almost covering the ceiling of the metalic room - let loose a blinding shine, making the previous green seem dark and dismal.
"Defeated? Our... Hyperion... We were descovered?" The shock in his voice defied the look on his face, contrasting completely. From the outside, he seemed cool as a cucumber. The voice suggested he may as well be wetting himself.
"Affirmation: Test subject N. Lantez has failed his task. Question: should targetting functions be activated for test subject N. Lantez?"
"Lantez..." The man's voice drifted slightly, bearing teeth in thought, "Lantez..." He repeated. It seemed logical for the guy to be put down as soon as possible, but he still has his uses. Killing him would rid a lot of possibilities for Saturn Corporation. They were far beyond ready for the invasion on Paragon City that they had intended. Neil may well boost the process, given his... sitation.
On the other hand, letting Neil live was dangerous for Saturn Corporation's survival. If he was found by anyone calling themselves 'justice', Saturn Corporation would be placed in Jeopardy. That was something nobody could afford.
"Send a search team to his apartment. I want Neil recovered and brought back. If anyone gets in the way...
"I want them dead."
---
OOC:
Those involved should have enough information to make a start, things will roll from there. If anyone involved is unsure about their next move, feel free to have a chat.
Those wishing to be involved can come to me if they are starting with little information on their hands, or a member of the silent tempest if they are IC able to keep up with the background on Saturn Corporation so far.