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Post by L-Force on Jun 18, 2016 9:05:29 GMT
Reaper, reaper, that's what they call him. L-FORCE was a known force around the city, although mostly only to the underworld and the initiative, both focused on either neutralizing him or capturing him. Not that the robot paid the Initiative any real mind. They were obstacles in the way of absolute justice at most, and often they were just mere annoyances on the job. Quickly L-FORCE hopped it's way trough the rooftops of old town, scope zooming out and scanning for his current target. A news article had popped up about a human trafficking ring working around Old Town, and of how the police had cracked down on it. But the leader was on the run still. Markus Shaw, a Scandinavian man in his 40's. Burly and dangerous, he had managed to escape and was apparently hiding somewhere in the area. L-FORCE's mission was as simple as always. Find the target and kill subdue the target for the police to arrive and pick the criminal up for rehabilitation. It was a strange experience to rewrite it's own coding parameters. There should be no death in these missions, unless the target had killed many civilians. Brutal force could be applied still, but not to the levels of causing the target to expire. It felt dumb. Stupid, even. Terms the machine had never used before. After all, why would criminals even deserve a second chance? They had broken the laws clearly written on many different papers and on the internet, yet they broke it anyways. They were cold, feelingless beings that thrived on the suffering of others to gain their livelihood. Finally, a trace was found. A phone call, with the voice being that of Markus. A quick comparison trough the internet archives made sure of that. L-FORCE hopped over to the apartment building the call came from, slowly floating in front of the darkened window. The target was there. Slowly the floating figure of magnetic pieces drew out it's two sai, turning on their electric current... Before then hesitating and turning the feature off. Perhaps that much pain wasn't necessary. Just a little bit. OBERON
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Post by OBERON on Jun 19, 2016 3:39:43 GMT
Commotion, calls, annoyances. More jobs to do, he just wanted to relax but he wouldn't complain. Job's gave him money, notoriety, and it was a decent deal. He didn't mind. Though it was annoying having to keep doing this stuff over and over again. But hey, that's what he got for signing up with them. He sighed.
L-FORCE was spotted, tracking some evil-doer which, was now his time to stop. He was called after different sources failed in finding him and capturing him to why not let Oberon deal with it.
Oberon started walking, his superhero outside as he stood atop of a roof of a building. "Time to find him," he spoke to himself in a grunting form as he jumped off diving down until black wing's sprouted from his back. Flying through the air looking around as he summoned tracker fairies to go and help him hunt.
Soaring for a little bit he caught wind, one of his fairies found him. Time to stop him.
Oberon flew over buildings as he stopped on top of a building looking down. There he wa. He would wait though, he was in no rush. Plus, Oberon didn't care for what he did, he would capture him after L-FORCE did whatever he did to the man. After all, he was a criminal.
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Jun 19, 2016 12:14:30 GMT
Post by L-Force on Jun 19, 2016 12:14:30 GMT
You think payback makes you a noble machine, is that a fact?
Why did it have these thoughts. Why did it have to think about morality and right and wrong during these moments. It clutched those two sai as tightly as it could. If it could cry, it would. This was wrong. Attacking was wrong. Yet it still did that, it's fist punching trough the window in a loud motion. It's body split into pieces, suddenly crashing trough the small hole and forming into the man-like frame that was L-FORCE. The man on the phone dropped his device, letting out a soundless gasp. He had heard of this freak. Of this magnetic monster that could split itself at all. And for one moment in his life, Markus was afraid.
And then he was thrown out the window and into the garbage dumpster that was right below it, two or three stories below. He groaned. Shit, that fall must've broken his leg, maybe both of them. His fingers and arms still moved, so those were okay still. The man rose to sit up in an adrenaline fueled panic, the trash bags under his body having softened the blow of the landing. But his legs had hit the frames of the dumpster when he fell, causing the broken nature. Just when he was about to climb out of the garbage, L-FORCE slammed down onto the ground, feet first, other pieces falling down and re-arranging themselves. The machine turned and stared down at Markus, as if trying to calculate on what to do next.
Why did it feel horrible.
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