Chimera Unit Report 1: Initial Thoughts and Observations

Toastburner B · 05-20-2005, 10:21 AM

Bo fought to keep his face from snarling.

"He sure as heck didn't hit like a 70 year old." Bo muttered to himself. He had taken a few good hits from the other vampires in the room, but only the "Elder" had been strong enough to break bones...and breaking bones on a minotaur was no mean feat.

Still, for the most part, Research knew their stuff. And it didn't matter, as long as the sucker was dead.

A growl from his stomach reminded Bo he hadn't eaten since the afternoon before, but he was in no mood to go down to the cafeteria. With the bloodlust of battle still fresh in him memory, Bo didn't trust himself to keep his cool in the face of the salvo of cow jokes he was more than likely to face.

As Bo walked to him room, he tried his best to ignore the looks he got. Some looks were curious. Even after a few years, some people never got use to seeing a seven foot tall (seven and a half if you counted the horns) minotaur walk through the hallways of the DRI. Some looks were looks of scorn, this mostly from field agents and the like who, after their own experiences, decided long ago that the only good non-human was a dead non-human, and that to let the "enemy" into their midst was giving the Devil a knife and asking him to watch your back. Other looks weren't looks at all, but people pointedly making sure they didn't look at the minotaur, pretending that if they didn't acknowledge his existance, he would just go away.

Humans confuse me. Bo thought to himself. Who many lives would of been lost if regular teams would of been sent into that building? None of the regular units were prepared to handle that Elder...or whatever the heck it was.

Still, a few, very few, smiled at the minotaur. Some of these were people that had made it a point to make up for everyone else and at least pretended to be nice to the non-humans. Other were real friends, people who had gotten to know Bo and liked him, despite the fact he wasn't like them.

And thus the reason why I hang around this joint. For the few people who actually accept us. Bo thought to himself.

As he entered his room, the smell of fresh pizza made his stomach growl loudly. Turning on the light, he saw a box on his table, and a note:

Dear Bo,

Heard from Loraine your first mission was a success. Congradulations. Here's a little something for you.

-Strike Team 26

Bo smiled. Strike Team 26 was the team that liberated him from the gladitor pits, and it's members were the ones who helped ease him from the life of a gladitor to the life of a "person".

Bo sat down and reached for the remote. "Let's see what's on the news."

05-20-2005, 10:21 AM	#24
Toastburner B Toasty has left the building Join Date: Jun 2004 Location: Hiding...because I don't want to die. Posts: 3,936	Bo fought to keep his face from snarling. "He sure as heck didn't hit like a 70 year old." Bo muttered to himself. He had taken a few good hits from the other vampires in the room, but only the "Elder" had been strong enough to break bones...and breaking bones on a minotaur was no mean feat. Still, for the most part, Research knew their stuff. And it didn't matter, as long as the sucker was dead. A growl from his stomach reminded Bo he hadn't eaten since the afternoon before, but he was in no mood to go down to the cafeteria. With the bloodlust of battle still fresh in him memory, Bo didn't trust himself to keep his cool in the face of the salvo of cow jokes he was more than likely to face. As Bo walked to him room, he tried his best to ignore the looks he got. Some looks were curious. Even after a few years, some people never got use to seeing a seven foot tall (seven and a half if you counted the horns) minotaur walk through the hallways of the DRI. Some looks were looks of scorn, this mostly from field agents and the like who, after their own experiences, decided long ago that the only good non-human was a dead non-human, and that to let the "enemy" into their midst was giving the Devil a knife and asking him to watch your back. Other looks weren't looks at all, but people pointedly making sure they didn't look at the minotaur, pretending that if they didn't acknowledge his existance, he would just go away. Humans confuse me. Bo thought to himself. Who many lives would of been lost if regular teams would of been sent into that building? None of the regular units were prepared to handle that Elder...or whatever the heck it was. Still, a few, very few, smiled at the minotaur. Some of these were people that had made it a point to make up for everyone else and at least pretended to be nice to the non-humans. Other were real friends, people who had gotten to know Bo and liked him, despite the fact he wasn't like them. And thus the reason why I hang around this joint. For the few people who actually accept us. Bo thought to himself. As he entered his room, the smell of fresh pizza made his stomach growl loudly. Turning on the light, he saw a box on his table, and a note: Dear Bo, Heard from Loraine your first mission was a success. Congradulations. Here's a little something for you. -Strike Team 26 Bo smiled. Strike Team 26 was the team that liberated him from the gladitor pits, and it's members were the ones who helped ease him from the life of a gladitor to the life of a "person". Bo sat down and reached for the remote. "Let's see what's on the news." __________________ I came, I saw, I got team-killed. A lot.