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Zephros
Legacy Name: Zephros
The
Storm ParalixOwner:
DimitriAge: 8 years, 4 months, 3 weeks
Born: November 23rd, 2015
Adopted: 8 years, 4 months, 3 weeks ago
Adopted: November 23rd, 2015
Statistics
- Level: 1
- Strength: 10
- Defense: 10
- Speed: 10
- Health: 10
- HP: 10/10
- Intelligence: 0
- Books Read: 0
- Food Eaten: 0
- Job: Unemployed
The room was dark and quiet. With human eyes you might not be able to tell how large the room was. But the man kneeling in the center of the room wasn't human. At least not completely. He had been among a select few to receive genetic manipulation. To become the government's elite super soldiers. They have abilities most only read about in comic books. Speed, power, healing. This man was the best of the best, given as many abilities as his body could handle.Now in order to know how that would be possible, you would have to know that this was happening in the distant future. A future with unheard of technology, and wicked nations. A war had broken out between the dwindling countries still with military power, and the one in question was running out of ideas. Save for one.
Their last ditch effort resting on the crazy notion of time travel.
So this man, kneeling in a room only he could see without the help of night vision, surrounded by the people who gave his orders, to do something down-right impossible. Go back in time and alter the history of events. To change the future.A chair protested as a man leaned forward on his dias, but the man in the center didn't look up. "You do know there are risks involved here. What could happen to you during the travel."
"I do." A blubbering scientist explained thoroughly about the risks. He knew what he was getting into.
More people on the dias moved about, talking amongst each other. The man had improved hearing, and could listen to them if he was so inclined, but he didn't care what they said. He wouldn't have to deal with them anymore once he was sent back.
One person raised their hand for quiet. It was a woman this time. "Then it is settled. We will send you back in time, with specific instructions and targets to take care of," she paused. "I suppose it would be futile to lecture you on the consequences should you fail to complete your mission, as we would have no true way of knowing. But, I do hope you do, and our future is changed for the better. We wish you luck soldier." With that, they all stood and left the room, leaving the man to be collected by others in clean white coats to the room with the machine.
The next couple hours consisted of more tests and last minute scrambling. He wasn't the smartest of people, but he did find all of this rather exhausting to watch. If they didn't hurry this up, he was bound to get cranky. Luckily, he didn't have to wait much longer before he was strapped into the machine. "Once we start this up, there is no stopping it. Is there anything you need before we start?"
Resisting the urge to roll his eyes he assured the scientist he didn't. "Just get this over with." A woman came over to him and strapped a metal box the size of both his hands to his belt.
"Inside are some ability booster shots, and a small jar of healing gel in case you need it. This is all you'll get, so use them sparingly." She also took out another needle and pulled the protective top off. "As for this. It should help with the transition, prevent nausea or any other ailments. But in case it doesn't," she took out another needle in a glass case. "Take this one immediately upon arriving on the other side, or those symptoms may get worse." He had some doubts about her 'should help', and he didn't voice his opinion and just let her stick him with the needle. He was strapped in, not like he could stop her anyway.
After all that, the machine was started. Its parts slowly rotating faster and faster. Soon he was surrounded by a globe of light, then an intense crushing feeling all over his body. It was painful, but the more alarming thing was that he heard warnings and sirens going off around him. He could even just make out 'wrong' and 'shut it down' through the alarms. Of course something would go wrong. Seemed karma was slapping him across the face one final time.
Their last ditch effort resting on the crazy notion of time travel.
So this man, kneeling in a room only he could see without the help of night vision, surrounded by the people who gave his orders, to do something down-right impossible. Go back in time and alter the history of events. To change the future.A chair protested as a man leaned forward on his dias, but the man in the center didn't look up. "You do know there are risks involved here. What could happen to you during the travel."
"I do." A blubbering scientist explained thoroughly about the risks. He knew what he was getting into.
More people on the dias moved about, talking amongst each other. The man had improved hearing, and could listen to them if he was so inclined, but he didn't care what they said. He wouldn't have to deal with them anymore once he was sent back.
One person raised their hand for quiet. It was a woman this time. "Then it is settled. We will send you back in time, with specific instructions and targets to take care of," she paused. "I suppose it would be futile to lecture you on the consequences should you fail to complete your mission, as we would have no true way of knowing. But, I do hope you do, and our future is changed for the better. We wish you luck soldier." With that, they all stood and left the room, leaving the man to be collected by others in clean white coats to the room with the machine.
The next couple hours consisted of more tests and last minute scrambling. He wasn't the smartest of people, but he did find all of this rather exhausting to watch. If they didn't hurry this up, he was bound to get cranky. Luckily, he didn't have to wait much longer before he was strapped into the machine. "Once we start this up, there is no stopping it. Is there anything you need before we start?"
Resisting the urge to roll his eyes he assured the scientist he didn't. "Just get this over with." A woman came over to him and strapped a metal box the size of both his hands to his belt.
"Inside are some ability booster shots, and a small jar of healing gel in case you need it. This is all you'll get, so use them sparingly." She also took out another needle and pulled the protective top off. "As for this. It should help with the transition, prevent nausea or any other ailments. But in case it doesn't," she took out another needle in a glass case. "Take this one immediately upon arriving on the other side, or those symptoms may get worse." He had some doubts about her 'should help', and he didn't voice his opinion and just let her stick him with the needle. He was strapped in, not like he could stop her anyway.
After all that, the machine was started. Its parts slowly rotating faster and faster. Soon he was surrounded by a globe of light, then an intense crushing feeling all over his body. It was painful, but the more alarming thing was that he heard warnings and sirens going off around him. He could even just make out 'wrong' and 'shut it down' through the alarms. Of course something would go wrong. Seemed karma was slapping him across the face one final time.
The next thing he knew, he was somewhere else. It was quite, and smelled faintly of garbage... and he was laying on his back. Opening his eyes, he found he was in a dank alleyway, possibly next to the kitchen exit of a restaurant.
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Pet Treasure
Assassinations Through the Ages
Book of Extremely Vague Prophecy
Black Unlaced Combat Boots
Junko Ensnared Jacket
Asymmetrical Heathered Zip-Up
Regular Strength Pain Pills
Extra Strength Pain Pills
Universal Antidote
Questionable Tagged Syringe
Berry Shot Shot
Apple Shot Shot
Cherry Shot Shot