Author's Note: I blame you all. The altitis. It BURNS!
***
The lab was rather silent at the moment. While new Scimitars continued their growth cycles in tubes lining the walls, waiting for programming and arming
sequences the next day, the human employees had long since gone home, grateful to survive another day in what was beginning to be the Countess's primary
love/hate project.
It really wasn't their fault, you see. The code stolen from the extra-dimensional GENOM was something Crey might've made. Triple-encrypted, riddled
with anti-hacker programs, and occasionally having the tendency to literally seize control of the computer analyzing and altering it in a violent attempt to
cause as much property damage as possible to the interlopers. Furthermore, at least three of the Scimitars that had been brought online had gone rogue, taking
with them valuable combat data on their experimental systems. Worse, Crey's intelligence placed them as working alongside the original four rogues to boot.
Further excursions to what had been dubbed "Earth-2B-03G-2C" had secured a variety of technical sources, however. While not really caring if they
made an enemy of this "GENOM", teams sent had been uniformly female and outfitted with armor resembling that of these....Knight Sabers, so as to
avoid any real blame being placed on Crey. Entire mainframes had been copied without any real processing, and this led to a huge bulk of information for Crey
technicians to go through now that it was safely in Crey facilities, away from retribution.
However, on that night, none of that data was really being processed....or shouldn't have been.
A single screen lit up near an assembly line, flickering on and off as the computer's intrusion algorhythms struggled in vain to fight off the viral code
inside it slowly taking over. However, in a moment the blue computer screen turned a deep black, highlighted with bright green letters.
GENOM Systems
Type 481-A-S
Serial Number: J-2073-D-2670-S-1871
Backup files fully recovered.
Host system co-opted
Commencing reconstruction.
The nearby assembly line began to move, but certainly not in its standard configuration. The armatures began working on one another as well, rebuilding their
tools into objects infinitely more precise than what Crey had been using, before the entire structure resembled some bizarre sort of Frankenstein's lab,
with the armatures working at lightning speed around a humanoid figure in the center.
***
The next morning, the large flaming wreckage where the assembly line had been, along with the smashed tubes that had contained various Scimitar armors in
varying stages of completion suggested yet another breakout. The Crey technicians would've sighed and gone on with their work if not for a rather specific
message carved into a nearby wall, looking as if it'd been smashed into it with blunt force wielded like a giant hammer, which got them to resolve to
contact the principal office at once.
YOU CAN'T KILL THE MESSIAH!
***
* Bubblegum Crisis *
"The Ultimate Boomer"
Red Eyes
---
"Oh, silver blade, forged in the depths of the beyond. Heed my summons and purge those who stand in my way. Lay
waste."
***
The lab was rather silent at the moment. While new Scimitars continued their growth cycles in tubes lining the walls, waiting for programming and arming
sequences the next day, the human employees had long since gone home, grateful to survive another day in what was beginning to be the Countess's primary
love/hate project.
It really wasn't their fault, you see. The code stolen from the extra-dimensional GENOM was something Crey might've made. Triple-encrypted, riddled
with anti-hacker programs, and occasionally having the tendency to literally seize control of the computer analyzing and altering it in a violent attempt to
cause as much property damage as possible to the interlopers. Furthermore, at least three of the Scimitars that had been brought online had gone rogue, taking
with them valuable combat data on their experimental systems. Worse, Crey's intelligence placed them as working alongside the original four rogues to boot.
Further excursions to what had been dubbed "Earth-2B-03G-2C" had secured a variety of technical sources, however. While not really caring if they
made an enemy of this "GENOM", teams sent had been uniformly female and outfitted with armor resembling that of these....Knight Sabers, so as to
avoid any real blame being placed on Crey. Entire mainframes had been copied without any real processing, and this led to a huge bulk of information for Crey
technicians to go through now that it was safely in Crey facilities, away from retribution.
However, on that night, none of that data was really being processed....or shouldn't have been.
A single screen lit up near an assembly line, flickering on and off as the computer's intrusion algorhythms struggled in vain to fight off the viral code
inside it slowly taking over. However, in a moment the blue computer screen turned a deep black, highlighted with bright green letters.
GENOM Systems
Type 481-A-S
Serial Number: J-2073-D-2670-S-1871
Backup files fully recovered.
Host system co-opted
Commencing reconstruction.
The nearby assembly line began to move, but certainly not in its standard configuration. The armatures began working on one another as well, rebuilding their
tools into objects infinitely more precise than what Crey had been using, before the entire structure resembled some bizarre sort of Frankenstein's lab,
with the armatures working at lightning speed around a humanoid figure in the center.
***
The next morning, the large flaming wreckage where the assembly line had been, along with the smashed tubes that had contained various Scimitar armors in
varying stages of completion suggested yet another breakout. The Crey technicians would've sighed and gone on with their work if not for a rather specific
message carved into a nearby wall, looking as if it'd been smashed into it with blunt force wielded like a giant hammer, which got them to resolve to
contact the principal office at once.
YOU CAN'T KILL THE MESSIAH!
***
* Bubblegum Crisis *
"The Ultimate Boomer"
Red Eyes
---
"Oh, silver blade, forged in the depths of the beyond. Heed my summons and purge those who stand in my way. Lay
waste."
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