You've stained your skin and I won't stick around
WHO: People signed up here.
WHERE: Drone Domicile, financial district.
WHEN: Friday morning.
WARNINGS: Violence
SUMMARY: The Major's brainwashing scheme falls apart in spectacular fashion.
FORMAT: Whatever works.
"Good morning, Draculina!" The Major descended into the building's basement with a jaunty step. "How are you feeling, hm? I hope that you are ready for a very busy day!" They worked on her during the day, when her kind was supposed to be resting. The progress had been great so far, hence the Major's joy. Operation Skorzeny had been a complete success and was about to reach its final culmination. Which of course made it only fitting that he explain to the key to his success exactly how she would help make his dreams come true.
The building was astonishingly ordinary on the outside: just another plain glass-and-concrete block among many others. It was almost enough to deflect suspicion even without the Master's Perception Filter subtly manipulating minds to ignore the place. On the inside, it was a similar story. Blank-looking 'employees', both synthetic and brainwashed, carried out rote routines to create the appearance of normalcy. But while the rest of the structure had the appearance of an ordinary office building under development- vacant cubicles, empty desks- the basement showed no effort at all at hiding its true purpose. It was all there- the banks of computers, the stored programs, personalities and imprints, and most importantly, the chair itself. This was the nerve center from which the Major and his allies had masterminded the City's month of chaos and paranoia, the source of all its misfortunes. But that had just been a prelude before gaining what he had now: the crown jewel, strapped to a metal table with the strongest of restraints for the past few days, undergoing Doctor Einsturzen's scrutiny. Such a dependable ally, the Doctor. No replacement for that mad genius who had been the Major's left hand back home, but still more than useful.
Hands behind his back, the Major advanced to the foot of Seras' table, his spectacles blazing with madness under the strong examination lights. "Do you realize, my little SHI, that we are repeating history? It is the same drama began sixty years ago, when mein Fuhrer commanded me to create for him the invincible army of the undead to salvage his dying dreams. We all know how that turned out!" The Major gave a nostalgic little chuckle at the massacre of his comrades and the ruin of his country. "But why let a little thing let the end of the war stop us, hm? We continued on, and carried out our mission! It took us fifty years back at home. But it was good practice! For you see, I am about to recreate all our work in a fraction of that time with but a portion of my old resources. And I owe it all to you!"
The Major came closer, leering hideously. Behind his glasses, his gold pupils were like swirling pits, leading to a place where sanity and morality and peace could not possibly survive. "I hope that you appreciate all the effort and attention required to bring this about, Seras Victoria! Crippling the police, infiltrating the vigilantes, embezzlement, paranoia, espionage, sabotage, abduction, betrayal, subterfuge- all an enormous amount of fun. A person could conquer the very Earth with this technology, and no one would even know that it had happened! However, conquest has never been my true aim. All that I desire, all that I work towards, all that I exist for is war. Endless, vicious chaos! And to gain my most cherished prize, I cannot settle for creating brainwashed spies. I must have an army. An army fit to shake the very Earth!"
He clenched a fist in front of him. "Undead soldiers! Militarized Nosferatu! That was the dream sixty years ago and it remains the dream today! The wretched dregs produced from your friend the Detective were really quite worthless. After all, he is more of a walking disease culture than a true undead, wouldn't you agree? That virus of his doesn't create true vampires. Nothing like what could be produced from a living spawn of the No-Life King himself! And so we come to it, the climax of our great, bloody opera, the first of a long series. My obedient little Dolls have helped weaken this City from within, preparing it for the main stroke. The secrets unlocked from your body will make that stroke possible! You should be proud! My new SHI, the source of all nightmares to come."
The Major wasn't really talking to Seras anymore; he was talking through her, lost in his demented fantasy. "And then the broken ruins of this metropolis will serve as the base for my new campaign. I shall offer immortality to my recruits with one hand and bend the wills of my enemies to mine with the other. Let all the countries and peoples of the Earth combine against me and threaten Armageddon: with the technology to make them my playthings and a horde of monsters to tear them apart, nothing will stop me. Yes! All who stand in my way will be destroyed!" Paroxysms of depraved laughter ripped through the Major's body, shaking and shuddering him with unwholesome joy.
There was a chance that he would not have laughed so much if he had been aware that his dear Doctor had sold him out, that the heroes of the City were combing the area for his location, that the vital equipment for the Perception Filter was located dangerously nearby, and that Seras Victoria was getting very, very angry. Or perhaps he would have laughed even harder, had he known about the battle about to ensue. For after all, the Major was completely insane. And win or lose, he always loved a fight.
WHERE: Drone Domicile, financial district.
WHEN: Friday morning.
WARNINGS: Violence
SUMMARY: The Major's brainwashing scheme falls apart in spectacular fashion.
FORMAT: Whatever works.
"Good morning, Draculina!" The Major descended into the building's basement with a jaunty step. "How are you feeling, hm? I hope that you are ready for a very busy day!" They worked on her during the day, when her kind was supposed to be resting. The progress had been great so far, hence the Major's joy. Operation Skorzeny had been a complete success and was about to reach its final culmination. Which of course made it only fitting that he explain to the key to his success exactly how she would help make his dreams come true.
The building was astonishingly ordinary on the outside: just another plain glass-and-concrete block among many others. It was almost enough to deflect suspicion even without the Master's Perception Filter subtly manipulating minds to ignore the place. On the inside, it was a similar story. Blank-looking 'employees', both synthetic and brainwashed, carried out rote routines to create the appearance of normalcy. But while the rest of the structure had the appearance of an ordinary office building under development- vacant cubicles, empty desks- the basement showed no effort at all at hiding its true purpose. It was all there- the banks of computers, the stored programs, personalities and imprints, and most importantly, the chair itself. This was the nerve center from which the Major and his allies had masterminded the City's month of chaos and paranoia, the source of all its misfortunes. But that had just been a prelude before gaining what he had now: the crown jewel, strapped to a metal table with the strongest of restraints for the past few days, undergoing Doctor Einsturzen's scrutiny. Such a dependable ally, the Doctor. No replacement for that mad genius who had been the Major's left hand back home, but still more than useful.
Hands behind his back, the Major advanced to the foot of Seras' table, his spectacles blazing with madness under the strong examination lights. "Do you realize, my little SHI, that we are repeating history? It is the same drama began sixty years ago, when mein Fuhrer commanded me to create for him the invincible army of the undead to salvage his dying dreams. We all know how that turned out!" The Major gave a nostalgic little chuckle at the massacre of his comrades and the ruin of his country. "But why let a little thing let the end of the war stop us, hm? We continued on, and carried out our mission! It took us fifty years back at home. But it was good practice! For you see, I am about to recreate all our work in a fraction of that time with but a portion of my old resources. And I owe it all to you!"
The Major came closer, leering hideously. Behind his glasses, his gold pupils were like swirling pits, leading to a place where sanity and morality and peace could not possibly survive. "I hope that you appreciate all the effort and attention required to bring this about, Seras Victoria! Crippling the police, infiltrating the vigilantes, embezzlement, paranoia, espionage, sabotage, abduction, betrayal, subterfuge- all an enormous amount of fun. A person could conquer the very Earth with this technology, and no one would even know that it had happened! However, conquest has never been my true aim. All that I desire, all that I work towards, all that I exist for is war. Endless, vicious chaos! And to gain my most cherished prize, I cannot settle for creating brainwashed spies. I must have an army. An army fit to shake the very Earth!"
He clenched a fist in front of him. "Undead soldiers! Militarized Nosferatu! That was the dream sixty years ago and it remains the dream today! The wretched dregs produced from your friend the Detective were really quite worthless. After all, he is more of a walking disease culture than a true undead, wouldn't you agree? That virus of his doesn't create true vampires. Nothing like what could be produced from a living spawn of the No-Life King himself! And so we come to it, the climax of our great, bloody opera, the first of a long series. My obedient little Dolls have helped weaken this City from within, preparing it for the main stroke. The secrets unlocked from your body will make that stroke possible! You should be proud! My new SHI, the source of all nightmares to come."
The Major wasn't really talking to Seras anymore; he was talking through her, lost in his demented fantasy. "And then the broken ruins of this metropolis will serve as the base for my new campaign. I shall offer immortality to my recruits with one hand and bend the wills of my enemies to mine with the other. Let all the countries and peoples of the Earth combine against me and threaten Armageddon: with the technology to make them my playthings and a horde of monsters to tear them apart, nothing will stop me. Yes! All who stand in my way will be destroyed!" Paroxysms of depraved laughter ripped through the Major's body, shaking and shuddering him with unwholesome joy.
There was a chance that he would not have laughed so much if he had been aware that his dear Doctor had sold him out, that the heroes of the City were combing the area for his location, that the vital equipment for the Perception Filter was located dangerously nearby, and that Seras Victoria was getting very, very angry. Or perhaps he would have laughed even harder, had he known about the battle about to ensue. For after all, the Major was completely insane. And win or lose, he always loved a fight.