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RP 2.0
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Ree fell to the floor, smiling. “I have done what you call redemption…what you’re doing is wrong. The Keepers will defeat you, and you will lose everything….”
He rolled over onto his chest and relaxed, the metal chip in his neck cracking in two.
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The assassin braced for impact as the wreckage launched towards the rainy night, slamming into the corner of a building as stone crumbled to dust from the impact and he slammed into an alley, hitting the walls and landing onto a dumpster, groaning. He scrambled up, leaning against the dumpster and taking off his cracked mask, breathing heavily as rain dripped down his chin.
“Damn it. Damn it to hell!”
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The chip shards in Ree’s neck magnetized into one and disappeared from the area altogether, pinging Odysseus over and over.
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He slowly rose from the alley, rain dripping down his tattered armor, walking into the city, his face obscured by the dark. He had lost everything…He failed to kill Faye, failed to kill Calypsa…the only thing that fueled his will…was anger. Rage against the deeds done to him. In the dark of this stormy night, there was one thing he still wanted…and that was vengeance.
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Katherine smiled as Mimi gave a tour of the house, Katherine decided to stay in Mimi’s library, she knew it was quite extensive and had a lot of info not even Mimi herself fully knew about. As Katherine scoured the books she saw something weird buried in the books, the papers sticking out making the books stand out themselves. Katherine took the papers and noted that they were about the OGA, something more in the past, about their old top agents.
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There was a light scuffling noise behind Katherine, almost like the wind drifting across the blinds of the windows, rain still pouring against it.
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There was a light scuffling noise behind Katherine, almost like the wind drifting across the blinds of the windows, rain still pouring against it.
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The chip flies through a small self-generated wormhole, and arrives on the deck of Ozymandias’s ship. It floats past him, unnoticed, and one of the SGC orbs, GAL’s approaches and levitates it towards a computer terminal. GAL reviews the logs, and was out a sigh. ‘How sad.’ GAL pulls the chip out, as roughly half of its data is corrupted, except for certain personality subroutines and memories. She brings it to the lower deck, to one of the several labs, and inserts it into a transparent case. Inside the case, a mass of organic and synthetic materials begin to be formed and printed, bearing the first resemblance to someone familiar. GAL returns to the throne room, and floating next to Ozymandias speaks up. “Sir, the team at Omicron-Alpha has requested one of your mobile labs. Shall I send it?” Ozymandias sits silently in his chair, having been this way since cutting the feed from Calypsa, and wipes away a tear. “Yes, fine GAL. Deploy it, as long as there’s an empty one.” ‘There is, sir.’ As she says this, the room with Ree’s chip is deployed away towards a forest planet far away, not the Omicron site but instead the Varbogad settlement, and on the screen of the transparent chamber is the words: Beginning Mental Construction and Restoration. Subject: Ree.
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((Ree, what’s up with those shards? Do you want me to do something with them, like what I did above, or just remove that post? I can have it be used to make a new body for your new character, and your character can even have some of the old identity. Whatever you want.))
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Mimi and Malice were next to Katherine looking at the papers with her. Mimi looked at them “Ah all of those are extremely old, I believe Solitary was the one to find them so very long ago.” Mimi said trying to search through her memory.
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“Please don’t scream.” <i>A metal voice croaked from behind them, the assassin holding a wound on his shoulder as he bled through his armor, soaking wet.</i>
“I don’t…mean to hurt you…haven’t…killed anyone yet. You two…haven’t hurt me…won’t…hurt you.”
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Mimi looked at the assassin, the spikes/teeth on her hair rising showing her becoming defensive “How did you get into my house?” she asked seriously.
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“Trackers…on all the Keepers…came to you…only members…besides Apollo…I don’t wanna kill…” The assassin unsheathed his sword, still breathing heavily.
“All I need is medical…supplies. Once you give them to me, I’m gone. But if you fight me…you will…lose.”
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Katherine, upon instinct, had her weapons at Assasin’s neck as she hid the papers. Narrowing her eyes at the sight of him, “Why should we help you?”
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The assassin quickly parried, exhausted but still fast enough to block her weapon.
“Because if you don’t…you will…regret it.”
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