Chimera Unit Report 1: Initial Thoughts and Observations

[Toastburner B]

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."

[Inbred Chocobo]

"That was definitly an elder, I don't fucking care how old he was." Razma mumbled to himself as he swung with his sword and tore up the vampire. The holographic chamber was doing a great job in making regular weak vampires, but nothing challenging. "If it talks like and elder, and fights like and elder, and looks like an elder, guess what?" He the slams another holograph with his sword. "It's a fucking elder." The holograph ended, and Razma walked over to the controls. "Lets see here, how bout another elder, for good measure." He makes a new holograph and standing there is another elder. "Let's do this." He says to the holograph as he charges it.

[wilysword]

Fei felt a little better after the meeting, both because she had regained some of her energy, and because she hadn't missed killing an elder after all. Of course, hearing the news from Charisma wouldn't have been her preferred way, but in a place like this, you can't choose your superiors. Fei trusted Charisma...to a point.

Fei went to her room to do what she always did in her spare time: meditate. As a witch, concentration was the key, and the more you used your energy, the greater your potential energy became, just like working out muscles. The hardest thing to do was to change things without looking at them, so that was how she trained.

Fei's room didn't look much like a normal person would expect if they heard the word "witch"; most people didn't know what witches did. There were no strange symbols, no candles arranged in pentagrams; it was just a normal on-base apartment (she lived on base because it was convenient, and because a 17 year old living by herself would be a little odd), with one exception: along one wall there were specimens of almost every stable element, even the radioactive ones, and along the opposite wall were chunks of rock of various sizes.

Fei sat down on her bed, a Japanese-style mat on the floor, closed her eyes, and focused on the rocks. Slowly, they gained a metallic sheen, then flowed together like water into one big chunk, levitating an inch off the ground, before becoming rock again and breaking apart. Five times this happened, without Fei moving, in complete silence, before the rocks fell to the floor and Fei flopped back, asleep as soon as she hit the floor; her lotus mark glowed steadily.

Nada relaxed on his slab. He had made all the furniture in his quarters out of stone, since there wasn't a couch in the world that could hold his weight. Except for a La-Z-Boy, and the DRI wasn't about to spend THAT much on a friggin couch. So, they carted in all the rock he wanted, and Nada carved it up about as easily as a human would carve wood. His bed even had a pillow made out of stone, and his couch-slab was developing a nice ass-groove. He could tell that his current pants were starting to wear through, though, which meant another trip to Marks Work Wear House.

He could just as easily go without clothing, since he lacked "naughty bits", but whatever he had been in his previous life had been someone who liked clothes. Denim and plaid. Maybe he'd been a construction worker?

He shook his head, flipping through channels. Although he could crush the remote into an unrecognizeable and ultra-dence lump, he wasn't clumsy. Manipulating the buttons was easy enough, as long as he didn't forget to put it down.

he heaved his feet up onto his granite coffee table. He had tried the various training systems the DRI offered, but as far as he could tell training didn't do anything for him. He couldn't get stronger (which was ridiculous, since he had never even had the occaision to use his full strength anyways), he couldn't get faster, and when it came to fighting, he couldn't seem to pick up new stuff... particularly since there wasn't anyone he could spar with. Well, maybe the minotaur had the raw power needed to fight with him, but Nada was always afraid of snapping an arm or a leg or a horn or something. The only training he could do involved passing for normal in public, and not breaking furniture.

He wished he could eat... at least then he could hang out in the cafeteria. It always seemed to relaxed in there, until he showed up. Then, since the seats were aluminum, he had to stand. Stand, and not eat, in the cafeteria. That first time hadn't gone well at all.

[Azisien]

Jeffery didn't really have much to do. After the meeting, he went to his residential complex, which was stationed on the DRI compound. Jeff liked it that way, he was mostly a loner anyway, so living with the rest of society meant little to him.

It was a quaint little psuedo-apartment. One bedroom, a kitchen area, and a small living room area. The living room area had a modest 34 inch LCD television and near the balcony window, a computer. Jeffery decided rest was the best option at the moment. He stored his weapons in their safety locker and plopped down on his twin-sized bed.

[ThanosOfTitan321]

Gamut left the meeting sad. "Who are we to fight until our next mission?" He asked himself. He decides to wander the streets the rest of the night in search for any undead stragglers. No luck.

[Overcast]

"Hmm...mahaps another hybrid..." he thinks to himself. Hybrids are not singled out to dragons other races may have evolved hybridised or even mutated thier own spiecies for suvival. "Hmmm..perhaps even a vamp freak." he thought again referring to the hybrid vampire copies he had witnessed a while back. "Hmmm...oh well." He gets up and moves off to a place to sleep and curls up like a dog and begins to snore

((wrapped in his widdle tale how cute))

[Fuzzydoom]

Apollo slept on the roof, his favorite place to sleep.

[Rhiya Ravenwing]

Fox's dagger rammed into a surprised vampire's neck, its razor sharp edge slicing cleanly through the undead flesh. Her foot landed, and she pivoted, making a nigh-impossible 180-degree turn with a wide slashing arc that finished what the first slash didn't. The vampire became ashes. Fox became animal, and, snarling viciously, darted between vampire legs. Her tail flicked and whacked brutally into one of the other vampire's leg, and the damned screamed so realistically as the fire roared up his body that Fox thought she was in real battle. The burning hologram stumbled around, easy prey for Fox, who dealt with him in the same way she dealt with the first one.

A third bore down on her, accompanied by a fourth. Fox became a darting figure of orange and bronze, streaking around, appearing as man, woman, child, in various places around the now-confused vampires. Then she struck one, neatly severing the spinal cord. She did not bother about dodging his spasmodic jerks, but latched onto his flailing arm and thrust into the other vampire her dagger. It punctured the side of the vampires neck... and promptly cauterised the wound as a stream of white-hot flames erupted from the hand that held the dagger.
Now white-hot from the pyromancer's magic, the dagger made easy work in decapitating both hapless vampires.

"Stop."

The simulation halted comically upon Fox's command. A vampire in midlunge, eyes glittering with fury, froze in midair, arms outstretched, claws and teeth bared. Nearby, the conversion of dead vampire into ash did not finish itself. Fox looked around, her vixen eyes picking out sharp details of every enemy she was going to encounter.

"Viss, delete all combatants from the room." The vampires vanished, including the dead ones. "Search in your data logging for one Elder Vampire. State age, power, and appearance."

There was a moment of silence before a holographic screen rolled down like translucent parchment in front of her. Writing appeared on the screen, including a spinning, 3D image of a typical elder vampire. There was more silence as Fox digested the data she had read.

“Alrightey then,” she suddenly changed accents, affecting a rather cowboy-ish voice, “Viss, incorporate Elder Vampire into combat scenery. Weaken all stats and abilities of illusion to a half of its strength. Activate now.”

The Elder vampire stood before her. Taller than her by several inches, he smiled at her, his vampiric teeth sending a jolt of unbidden panic down her spine.
“Right then, let’s see how you work out to be at half your strength,” she said as she prepared her assault.

Uhm, I've been banned, so I'll try and find a way to get back in this game.