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Speed Machine

 

Surrounded. Isolated. Outnumbered.

Adrenaline vied with the sedatives in the thief's veins, that self-assurance that she had once so easily relied on increasingly absent with every passing day. From terrible ghast to frozen doe in an instant, and back, vacillating in uncertainty as the entire room came to life around her. Her eyes darted about, Unity turning this way and that with half-steps, realizing that she had placed herself squarely in the middle of a horde of hostile, mechanized corpses. She was but one... facing over two dozen of these... things.

And so she laughed. She laughed because the hysteria creeping up her throat and seizing at her heart had nowhere to go. She laughed because it was grossly cliche that every dead man in the room was possessed, waiting only for her unfortunate self to stumble into their midst. She laughed at the absurdity of sending her down here alone, with nothing but a pair of knives. Unity laughed at herself, because her consciousness had started to detach the same way the robo-zombie's limbs now tore themselves from their stumps.

The crossbow in her hand folded back in on itself, stowed back into its hip holster, and daggers replaced it, Contrast forward in the right and Blur reversed in her left. Then, with a satisfied nod, her mind departed.

In amazement, Unity watched herself through her own eyes, over her shoulder, from above and in front all at once, as if every frame of reference had become available to her simultaneously. Time trickled by, not like a leaky faucet but as a molasses haze that dragged everything along reluctantly - all but her own curvaceous form. From the first rush and contact of blade, she carved and spun and cut and slid and diced and slashed and whipped about, every cut like a reenacted kata on a dewy morning. It didn't matter that not every strike found a mark - the flesh-husks might as well have been stationary compared to the storm of steel that perforated them. Decapitated, disemboweled, shredded, mutilated - each shambling cadever bore its own unique injuries in her wake, the rhythm of her cuts punctuated by devastating, whirling kicks that sent them clattering across the floor, spilling wires and machinery instead of viscera. The light in the room was gone, because noone had need of it. Only the dozens of dimmed blue optics in the midst of a streaking pair of red, like taillights caught on long exposure through a lingering alpine fog.

@Spooky Mittens

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A storm of steel.  That was an apt description for Unity's display.  Her nervous system overclocked, and her newly modified body finding itself able to utilize all of her newfound vigor.  She was like an elegant dancer, tearing her way through a crowd of drunks.  An angel among mere men.

It didn't take her long to rend the machine flesh of these zombified corpses into ribbons, freeing the nanite clusters from their skin sacks.  Flesh fell to the floor with plopping sounds, and all the while the machines reconfigured.  When finally Unity cut down the last of these minions, would she have noticed the large mass forming in the middle of the back wall?

Over the head of the first corpse she skewered the nanites that comprised the nerve clusters within the corpses had gathered and coalesced.  The formed a shape that was mostly humanoid.  A man's shape, but it lacked a face.  Instead, a sensory cluster, contained behind a crystal-like screen formed it's head, while it's torso and limbs seemed to be amorphous.  It was either having difficulty remaining intact, or perhaps it couldn't decide what an arm or a leg were supposed to look like.

This machine crouched on the end of the bolt that Unity fired into the wall, teetering perfectly on it's tip like some kind of gargoyle.

When everything finally went quiet, it would bellow out a low pitched electronic hum.

@Sigil Warden

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The Machine Spirit Within

 

"Oh what the fuck."

The expletive was a loaded shell, carrying incredulity, frustration, and horror in a singular, explosive outburst that rang out in the chamber. If only Unity could have formed its ire into physical harm against the golem-like machine mass posed ominously before her. Her vision was still drifting, the fleshy bits of her brain still only now comprehending parts of her whirling assault. Rapid, deep breaths lent her frame an exaggerated, almost comical fervor, like the idling animation of some video game heroine. She couldn't feel her hands, and the thief's brow was frozen into a concerning crease. Overly dense bundles of muscle fibers seemed to tense at random throughout her body, responding to parallel impulses that had only just arrived. An entire subroutine devoted itself to suppressing them, inundating her right eye in a blaring stream of orange warning messages.

Time was not of the essence in a state of hyper-acuity. The sense of rush, of the immediate need to move, to act, refused to leave, confronted with the danger of the amorphous machine beast across the room - but it was moving so slowly. Or was it even moving at all? Unity couldn't tell. Instead, she thought about how she ought to be moving, but her spasms still needed at least another thousand milliseconds to cease ravaging her limbs. Whereas lucidly she might have despaired at the inability to act, the surreal awareness of every minute detail instead lent itself to daydreams while the digital hardware did the focused work of sorting out the confused return signaling of her nerves.

So instead, she saw herself back out on the promenades of Absalom, far away from this pit of technological horrors... among flesh and blood. Kin through the shared experience of human needs, wants, and failures - and yet they too recoiled in horror just as she had from the deathless drones. Perplexed, the thief looked down at herself, her figment realizing in shock that her hands had contorted back on themselves, reacting to some unknown stimuli. They felt fine, but jerked and bucked grotesquely, broken in appearance but still functional. With sick curiosity, she carefully curled the joints of her fingers over the back of her right hand, balling it into a reverse fist. The crackling of her joints faded as a distant scream floated by, and she fought the urge to weep. Had they truly taken away the semblance of humanity? She wasn't even sure of every change that had been wrought. What good was having the body of a model and the mind of a supercomputer if beneath the surface it was threaded with inhuman lies?

Contrast clattered to the ground, and the noise jolted Unity back into reality. Her left eye snapped down to look at the nerveless fingers of her right - she'd been mashing them open-palmed into her thigh, trying to bend them back on themselves. One of the orange warnings had changed to red. Grimacing, she carefully withdrew the hand, experimentally flexing each digit to make sure it still functioned correctly. It did. Instantly her dagger was back in her hand, the episode passing as quickly as it had come, and she coolly tossed the hair out of her face as she returned her gaze to the vaguely humanoid machine amalgam.

"Well, are you going to attack me or what? I don't have all day."

@Spooky Mittens

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The machine began to creep as Unity lost herself in her mind.  It had time for maybe one step before the clatter of Contrast hitting the floor snapped her back to reality.  Dozens of miniature cameras locked into various portions of Unity, her daggers in particular.

This creature clearly sought to mimic life.  There were any number of ways a machine could be more efficient than a human body, and yet this one seemed content to limit itself to a specific range of motion.  It has two arms, two legs, a torso, and a head.  While it was true that it comprised itself of something much more durable and lasting than human flesh, it seemed to desire this form.

So it would be really no surprise then, when it reshaped it's hands into a pair of long, double edged daggers rather akin to a cinquedea attached at the swivel joints of the machine's wrists.

When Unity spoke to it, it attempted to speak back to her.  It made a series of electronic buzzing sounds, as well as a set of diagnostic beeps before it attempted to modulate actual speech.

"At.  Ack.  Dayyyyy."

It tried to copy Unity's words, but came off sounding like a Speak and Spell with low battery.  It seemed more confused than anything, but those blades on it's limbs seemed to make it's intent quite clear.

With a flash of red light, the machine lurched forward with precision and intent, almost mirroring Unity's grace if not for a few locomotive errors.  However, as it approached the distance where it could be a threat, it hesitated.  The machine didn't seem to know what the next move was to be, and for a second longer than it should have, it simply waited.

Then it attacked, cutting through the stale air with both of it's limbs, from left to right.

@Sigil Warden

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"Don't look so uptight, Ms. White, we're going out. Wear something... shorter." The man said as he peered at the woman standing behind him in the mirror. She was wearing what she always wore, standard white button up blouse, and the tight black pencil skirt. His assistant just stared back at him, before disappearing into a closet to obey. Theo didn't want to focus on her right now, he was getting ready for his own night out. He ran a hand through his freshly combed hair, and tugged on the dark red shirt he wore. He rose a carefully trimmed brow at his reflection, and he pivoted, his back now facing the mirror as he waited for the Android to emerge from the closet they shared together. 

"Come now, Ms. White, I don't want to stand here all night." He called, and he huffed slightly, and he crossed his arms across his chest. He smiled softly once she emerged, her white hair brushing loose against her shoulders. 

"How is this? Better?" She asked, holding her arms out to make her body easier to examine. She watched as he walked towards her, and she stood still as he ran his hands up and down her sides, pulling down the skirt of her dress to smooth out the fabric. The white dress was slightly sheer, and hung tightly to her curves. 

"Much better, much better indeed." He said, and he clicked his tongue against the roof of his mouth. "If only you'd dress like this more often, perhaps our sales would go up." He chuckled, and Ms. White simply gave a soft smile. 

"If you want me to change the way I dress, I'll make a note to do so, Master." She said, as Theo brushed some hair behind one of her pale pointed ears. 

"It's just as joke, love. Now let's get going, the night is young, let's not waste it." He said, and his hands fell to his sides, and he made his way through his bedroom, and down the hall, towards the elevator in his apartment, with his companion close behind him. They were silent as they boarded the elevator, and Ms. White pressed the button that would take them down to the parking garage. The pair made their way to a bright white sports car, where Ms. White opened the drivers side door, allowing Theo to climb into the seat, and start the vehicle. He always insisted on driving his own cars, drivers were a waste of money, and with the Android with him, he was in no serious danger. As he strapped himself in, the woman closed the door and made her way to the passenger side door, and climbed inside, not bothering to buckle herself in. The pair sat in silence as the car roared to life, the engines purring sounds echoing in the garage, and the tires squealing as he rapidly backed out, and he sped off into the night. It wouldn't take them very long to get to Fatal Seduction, it was a frequent stop for the two. He often spent weekend nights over there, spending money on women and drink, but this time, he had business to attend to with the owner of the establishment, and hopefully, it would go well. 

The car's roaring purrs fell silent as he whipped into his regular spot, and Ms. White was already climbing out of the car to walk around, and open the door for her Master. Theo climbed out, letting the seatbelt slither back into its holster, and the door shut behind him. 

"Shall we?" He asked, and he grinned as the Android nodded at him, and he made his way towards the bouncer standing at the door. "Ah hello Mason, I'm sure I'm expected. You remember Ms. White?" 

 

@Better Than Gore

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"Good evening, Mr. Sloan." Mason retorted with a nod. Theodore Sloan regularly spent a fortune while in the presence of Fatal Seduction's finest, so his name was one of many on the guest list. Normally a guest was patted down before permitted entry into the infamous Gentleman's Club; however, this particular patron had quite the reputation and with said reputation came a higher standard. "How could I forget? Stay out of trouble you two." A wink. Mason's hand sought an intercom positioned on the wall adjacent to the entrance, with a buzz, the door unlocked and Mason nudged it open for them while simultaneously keeping an eye on the forever growing line. 

Per usual, Fatal Seduction was thriving. There was hardly any room to walk, let alone sit, among the diverse crowd were many of Ryker's armed security, keeping a watchful eye in case they needed to intervene. Theo's usual spot was reserved, roped off and accompanying said rope were two rather large men. Although, tonight there was someone occupying a seat, a woman. Leather adorned her lower half, the attire looked as if it had been painted on. A pair of black stilettos embraced her feet, and a white shirt barely covered her bust, with the aid of a push-up bra her bosom was practically exploding from the small crop top. An assortment of ink decorated her bronzed skin, vibrantly colored, stretching from her digits and up onto a vast majority of her neck. A single facial piercing, gold in color, hugged her septum firmly. Her eyes were like a wildfire, piercing, yet very inviting. Her hair was tied up in a pony tail, black in color and shaved on both sides.

"Theodore Sloan I presume? Ryker's been expecting you, he'll be joining us momentarily, he's attending to some business." Her voice was like honey and her smile was intoxicating.

@Witches Brew

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The familiarity of the club made him feel comfortable, the thrumming of the music, the flashing of the lights, and the heavy smell of sex and alcohol wafted in the air. He loved it. It was one of his favorite places in the whole city. There were some in his inner circle who didn’t like that he frequented here, but he couldn’t give a damn. He weaved around moving bodies, his eyes trailing over the women that danced on the stages, and he could already feel his mouth salivating at the thought of fresh, plump flesh. However, those thoughts were pushed to the side as he noticed a body at his table. A body he hasn’t seen before. He entered his roped off table, and he rose a brow as he took the woman up and down, then his eyes darted over to the Android behind him. 

She stood stiff, almost looking out of place, though her attire blended in well with the dancers and the other club goers. The white of her dress was illuminated under the black lights, and her blue eyes seemed to glow. This person was new, so Ms. White was on high alert. Her Master however,  seemed unbothered, and her form relaxed a bit as she watched them both. 

“Business, eh? Well, let’s hope it doesn’t take to long, hm? I’m a busy man, as I’m sure you know, Miss?” He paused, not knowing her name. He took a seat, close enough to the very attractive mystery woman, but far enough away so that she has enough breathing room. He looked to the android, and with a flick of his wrist, she was flagging down a server to order drinks. 

“Can I get you anything, Miss?” He asked, his eyes wandering to her bust, it seemed to want to be free of her top, as if they had a mind of her own. She was lovely to look at, that he was most positive of. He leaned back into the booth, and he propped his leg over the other, and he rested an elbow on the back of the booth, so that his hand was dangling just over her shoulder. 

 

@Better Than Gore

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Megan's identity was on a need-to-know basis; after all, she chose not to introduce herself, even though Theo hinted more than once for her to. Then he decided to take a seat next to her and even went as far as draping his arm over her shoulder. "Make yourself comfortable." Megan's statement certainly didn't lack sarcasm. Taking a moment to consider his offer, she nodded in agreement, she was likely going to need one if she wanted to gab until Ryker made his presence known. "Whiskey, on the rocks." Her gaze shifted onto Theo's companion, giving her a tasteful once over before falling back to the stage performance. "It shouldn't be too long, he's just powdering his n---," A loud noise interrupted her.

A very familiar noise of someone being tossed from Ryker's office. A loud bang cue'd in right as the current stage show ended, forcing everyone's attention to the dispute. "Get the fuck out of my club before I change my mind," Ryker boomed, dusting his hands as he came into view, wild-eyed and grinning. This happened quite often, so it came as no surprise, that much was evident as the inhabitants went back to their business. After watching his personnel escort the individual out, he slowly but surely made his way to the VIP section. "I assume you've been properly introduced, Theo. This is Me---,"

"Miss Sade," Megan chimed in, interrupting Ryker. "Quite. Miss Sade, my new head of security." He added with a smile.

@Witches Brew

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Ms. White was already talking to a member of the waitstaff as she heard the woman's order. She didn't need to ask for her Master's drink, he always ordered the same thing each time, she even made it herself back at their apartments. She placed the orders, and then she loyally went back to her Master's side, her presence seemingly going unnoticed by him. She could feel the Miss' eyes going over her, but she took no notice. She was used to eyes, those her eyes meant nothing to her, she was only allowed to care about one set of eyes, and the owner of those were currently gazing at the woman next to him. 

Theo was pleased that the mystery woman took him up on the offer of drink, talking to a woman who seemed to be purely business was often tiresome, as he dealt with such women all day long. His younger sister, despite his teachings, was becoming one of those boring women. The more he looked at her however, he didn't think she'd be boring. She was serious, but there was an edge to her, an edge he quite liked. When their drinks arrived, he took them directly from the man who delivered them, instead of letting Ms. White hand them to him. He stopped her hand with a sharp look, and he took the frosted glasses with each hand, and he handed the darker drink to his new companion. He held his drink carefully between his fingers, and swirled the liquid gently, careful to not let the liquid slosh out the sides. The Sidecar was his drink of choice, made heavily with brandy. He liked it a little stronger than usual, and besides when Ms. White made it, Fatal Seduction was the only other place that could make it the way he liked it. 

He barely took a sip when he heard the loud bang, and he sat up straighter in his seat. An individual was seen being escorted out of the building, with two familiar faces making sure the man made his way outside. He smirked as he turned his head and saw a dastardly familiar face, and he got to his feet, handing the drink to the Android beside him. 

"Ryker! You devil." He grinned, and he turned to face the woman, who was now known as Miss Sade. "Of course! She's been keeping me company, lovely woman you've got here." He said, and he waved his hand forward slightly, and Ms. White quickly went to his side, and he placed a hand on the small of her back, trailing his fingers along the titanium spine of the Android.  "I'm sure you remember Ms. White?" He turned to the android, and smiled, cueing her to reintroduce herself. 

"Good evening, Mr. Ryker. It has been some time since we were last acquainted, I'm Ms. White, pleasure to see you again." She said, her bell-like voice chiming just loud enough to hear above the thumping music that radiated from the speakers. 

 

@Better Than Gore

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Red Eyes

It almost hit her.

Almost, because the lack of immediate follow-through made her reaction a confused mess of backward scrambling instead of a coolly executed riposte. The strange machine amalgam's subsequent clumsiness had been so at odds with the speed at which it had approached that it genuinely confused the artificial neural pathways they'd installed in her specifically to circumvent the relative molasses speed of her biological responses. Unity began hucking when she should have been pausing and then jiving, and for her trouble watched the indistinct, grainy blades of nanomachines flit past her face in ultra HD from millimeters away. The upper spade missed the tip of her slightly upturned nose by nanometers. She allowed herself an entire quarter of a second for disbelief, bending backwards at the waist almost double as the natural extension of her flinch. To a baseliner, this sort of flexibility was nigh impossible. The Unity from scarcely four years prior would never have managed this, and she had been a gymnast of legendary stature.

Nor would she have found such a vulnerable position desireable. But this new Unity... well. She was a work of art.

Spine crackling as her collagen-rich connective cartilage tested its improved tensile and compressive strength, the thief's back arched to the floor, her balance resting back on a tripod of three slender fingers of her left hand - whilst her right arm pulled in defensively her broad hips torqued leftward, sending her right heel rocketing up into the unbalanced simulacrum's 'chin' on the exact rear edge of her riser, delivering a pinpoint wallop not unlike being struck with a jackhammer. Her foe still airborne by this upward jolt, and momentum unwasted, the turn of her body flipped her horizontal, landing on the offending foot only to deliver a second, even more devastating spinning heel kick with her left across the side of the head, a spiderwebbing crack at the point of impact lancing out across the entirety of the hostile machine's screen-like face to send it sprawling away before it might recover.

Liquid fire burned in the girl's hips as she straightened, resettling onto the balls of her feet. Her daggers were back up, eyes narrowed and wary. Her breath steamed from her heaving chest. Damn. That felt... good.

 

@Spooky Mittens

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One two, and through and through, the nanite blade goes snicker snack.  Like a monster out of some fairytale, it moved with such inhuman intentions that it was unsurprising that Unity also faltered.  What was surprising would be Unity's follow up.

There were very few entities within Absalom who could muster the courage to act in the face of this particular foe.  Unity wouldn't have heard the local legends about it, but she would no doubt become very acquainted with them in the future.  Her upward kick landed true, driving immense force with a narrow heel into the under-side of the construct's "head".  The sound of crackling plastic and bending metal accompanied the impact and the relatively light-weight frame before her was sent skyward.  Her follow-up was just as successful, sending the machine sprawling back and into the wall from whence it approached, it's limbs scattering like a liquid.

It lay there in a slump for a moment, all the while the little cat-like gremlin machine that lurked in the ventilation duct cackled.  Unity would see why, as the shattered pieces of machine started to reconstitute themselves into forms that could rapidly run back to the main core, like a dozen rat sized spiders.  Her enhancements would make it possible to note, however, that while it's initial constitution had been rapid and airborne, it seemed to be avoiding that method.

@Sigil Warden

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However nice it felt to be burning hot, to be at full steam - there was always harsh reality ready to come in with an icy bucket of inconvenient truth. Even though the truth before Unity's eyes was anything but sensical reality. How the hell was that infernal machine piecing itself back together already? Its strange, half-formed movements were still well within the realm of what the woman could easily counter when focused. That wasn't the issue. Rather, how does one defeat that which will not stay dead or broken?

The cackling of the gremlin drone was simultaneously deafening and so much background noise - Unity hardly registered it except as another component of the fuzzy static throbbing with her heartbeat behind her eardrums. She was riled up, she was running hot - she was mad. Even with the advanced material of her suit, sweat was beading across her hyperactive body. Her processor screamed at her to act. Her brain screamed in fear. She thanked the stars above that this thing hadn't escaped to the surface, only to immediately realize it easily could have already.

What was the meaning of this sadistic display? Whose technology was this? And most importantly, why had her corporate masters spent so much money on her only to send her to die to some unkillable slime drone that pulled itself back together like some B-rate horror film? It wasn't that it was hard to tear it apart - just like it's smaller cousin it came apart like paper at her blows. It just refused to stay that way, and in the more primal part of her mind panic was showing through the drug-induced calm. She wouldn't be able to keep fighting it forever, no matter how fancy her new self was. And right now, that new body seemed more like a puppet than her actual self, held aloft by still-yet unsolidified neural pathways.

Nonetheless, she did it anyway. She sprang forward to fight it again. The ache in her needed the exhilaration of it. Was it the drugs? Or did her brain just reprogram itself to relish violence in a way she never would have dreamed of? She couldn't answer the question. Instead, she hacked into the resurgent machine mass with Contrast, then Blur, then Contrast again.... blow after blow, cut after cut, rending slice after cleaving slash.... until her diaphragm was seized into breathless agony and the blood in her temples felt like it was beating her skull with a sledgehammer and her muscles felt like another movement might blow them apart.

Convulsing and crying silently, the thief fell over onto her side mid-stab, the litany of violence ending with a soft whimper as her energy output far exceeded the ability of her overtaxed body to maintain it. She'd been cutting at bits no larger than her hands. And yet, as she lay there now on the featureless floor with the acrid stench of energy weapon scorching close enough to taste, she saw the bits shiver... and start once again their journey back into a single mass.

The last thing she remembered feeling was one emotion, crowning above all else.

Despair.

 

@Spooky Mittens

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It wasn't to be that Unity's journey ended here.  For all the hopelessness she felt, the executives who had paid so much to have her upgraded would have been foolish to actually throw her away like this.  The truth is, they had been baited, same as she, by some unseen hand.

The Nanite Marionette, as some organizations referred to it, was usually never found so close to the entrance of The Sarcophagus.  As far as local legend, this creature was so rare that nobody on the street would even know what you're talking about.  They'd never expected that it would show up and eliminate the actual test.

Unity had done better than most.  This Marionette had expended nearly all of the bioenergy it had collected just to keep itself intact.  As Unity dropped, she might notice that the machine was putting itself together rather slowly.  She might even hear the sound of a crash behind her as the gremlin ceased cackling.  Whatever else happened would have appeared to her as nothing more than a bad dream.


She awoke some time later.  Had it been hours, or days?  She wouldn't know for the moment.  She was laid up in a comfortable bed, several fluids dripping from bags hanging next to the headboard, flowing steadily into her veins.  One was clear, the other green.  It looked less like a hospital room and more like someone's actual bedroom in a penthouse of some sort.  The windows were tall, from floor to ceiling, and the room.was divided into two elevations with an open study.  It appeared to be night time.

If Unity sat up or stirred more than a sleeping person might, then she would realize quickly that the windows were actually screens as the nighttime landscape would quickly change to a morning sunrise.

She seemed to be alone, for the time being.

@Sigil Warden

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Simulated or not, the rising of the sun made the thief squint briefly - a natural reaction that would never be erased no matter how fancy her ocular filters were. For the moment, even the exertion of casting her gaze about seemed like a titanic task. For one, everything, everywhere was hurting. Not in the acute sense, but rather as a general feeling of aching soreness in her limbs and a burning discomfort in her lower body. Unity wagered she had been put up in bed a while, a few days at least - vague recollections of a now distant past and the bed sores of a medieval hospital still came to the fore despite the general comforting support of the bed she was lying in. She groaned lightly, and glanced down at herself.

A few other things were immediately apparent - Firstly, of course, that she was alive or as near to it as anyone might be able to call it - and also that she was quite nude... covered only by a light sterile sheet tucked neatly across her breastbone. None of her equipment or clothing was visible in the room, not even her daggers, without which she felt extremely vulnerable. She started upward, and immediately seized with a soaring dizziness that made her reel and fall back against the pillow in the same moment.

"Nnngh. What the hell happened?" she muttered, and rolled her eyes up to the ceiling. "Feels like I'm gonna hurl...."

@Spooky Mittens

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She awoke, and yet found herself having difficulty moving.  That was to be expected after she put her nervous system under such strain, the healing serum dripping into her veins could only go so far on it's own. It wouldn't be until a few minutes later that someone came to check on Unity.

She was tall and slender.  A woman, from the look of her face and chest, but an android by the looks of her limbs.  This girl looked as though she had once been beautiful, at least in a certain kind of way.  Her bone structure was good, her hair was smooth and wheat-yellow, but scarring marked her face and neck such that she was fairly grotesque to look at now.  Cybernetics were visible peeking through the skin layers, lending evidence to some horrific past trauma that irreparably damaged her lower jaw and left eye socket.  Obviously, she had lost all of her arms and legs, as these had been replaced with amalgams of plastic and alloy.  Her ambulation was elegant, though, so whoever made this prosthesis was clearly a master of his or her craft.

She wore a nursing uniform, though she appeared not to carry any medical apparatus.  She strolled up alongside Unity and placed her fingertips along the side of Unity's head.  Her fingers were warm to the touch despite being metal tipped.  Her left eye lit up like a bulb for a moment, and several grids of green light projected from it onto Unity's body.  The woman said nothing, but a moment later she removed her hand and closed her eye.

She would linger a while longer.

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