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Day X
It is a training session. I enter the building, an old abandoned house with an architecture style from a century ago. The first room is clear. Debris and dirt covers the floor. We enter a hallway; it rumbles. A seven foot tall, seven foot wide mass of muscle and rage bursts through a doorway towards us. Our weapons are obviously useless against it. We fire at it anyway. Then we flee the old abandoned house.

There is a gathering of people. They don't look like they belong here. Too fancy. Too cultured. They are here to see how the project is coming along. I am introduced to one of them; she wears an extravagent gown and a ridiculously large white wig that rises a foot above her head. I don't care who she is.

Day X
Grass. Plains. I cover the distance with ease over dry, yellowed grass. Nothing can detect me, if there is anything around to do so. The ground dips and mounds of stone rise around it. I circle the closest one to my left and step to its peak. I can see how the land around me looks at a different point in time. My feet crunch into snow. Everything is covered in white.

Day X
The infirmary is less a hospital, and more an office. I make my way down a narrow passage sectioned off with a low dividing wall. The receptionist acknowledges my presence as I walk past. My legs cannot carry me fully. I keep myself upright by bracing myself against sturdy surfaces. I refuse to rely on crutches.

I lower myself into the examination chair. The doctor, the technician, the engineer examine my failed limbs. I allow myself to feel the pain I had been keeping at bay. I nearly pass out. They compress my feet, review system logs, figure out what went wrong with the cybernetics. They were damaged by an outside force, obviously. An explosion, it seems. But they have to make sure. Protocol.

Day X
My commanding officer checks on my recovery progress. I don't like what she says. I'm standing. She walks away. I insist that I can fight. I say it slightly louder than necessary, because I feel the eyes of the other cyborgs on me. I fear these girls will attack me, to cull the weak and strengthen the pack. They were programmed to. She looks back at me. She knows I can fight. She firmly orders me to stand down and do what she says before this facility sees some bloody carnage.

Not because I will meet my end, but because I can, and will, kill every one of my attackers before I fall, even in my debilitated state.

Day X
One leg was more damaged than the other. I walk with a limp. We receive our examination results, a package of papers stapled in one corner. I don't bother looking at mine. The members of my unit discuss things with each other. I watch one of them speak to a supervisor. She fails to meet the program's standards. We don't know what will happen to her, but she bows her head in disappointment.

Day X
My limp is less pronounced than before. I walk without support. My unit and I have bonded, become friends. Four of us accompany an officer to the launch station. He tells us the difference between two of the races arriving at the event. His friendliness sets the mood for our mission.

On the transport ship, we are dismissed to roam freely until we arrive. Settling down by a window, we are approached by an authoritative man wrapped in a heavy officer's cloak that conceals his entire body from the shoulders down. He regards us with disapproval. The way we wear our dress uniforms offend his sensibilities, and he tells us to fix them. As he walks away, my teammates snicker and I roll my eyes at his retreating form. We knew him long ago as our equal.

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MamaWicked Featured By Owner Jul 4, 2014  Professional Artist
<3
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MamaWicked Featured By Owner Feb 22, 2014  Professional Artist
*hugs*

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Iced-over Featured By Owner Mar 5, 2014  Hobbyist General Artist
*hugs~*
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MamaWicked Featured By Owner Mar 6, 2014  Professional Artist
*hugs* QAQ
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95wave Featured By Owner Aug 5, 2013
sup
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Iced-over Featured By Owner Aug 5, 2013  Hobbyist General Artist
Nahmah', how boutchu
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Little-Imp-Rin Featured By Owner Jun 20, 2013  Professional General Artist
[link] Q 7 Q amg...im so sorry, oz. I know you're not feeling well...but...//sob
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SpencerBingham Featured By Owner May 28, 2013  Hobbyist Digital Artist
Saw your work at Fanime! Great stuff.
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Iced-over Featured By Owner May 29, 2013  Hobbyist General Artist
Thank you, and thanks for stopping by! See you next year perhaps C:
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SpencerBingham Featured By Owner May 29, 2013  Hobbyist Digital Artist
Oh, definitely!
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