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 andkill 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
L-FORCE's mission was as simple as always. Find the target and
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
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.