Post by Blue Leader on Jul 7, 2005 12:32:26 GMT -5
Name: Diesel
Code Name: Blue Leader
Sex: Male
Class: Constructor
AIM screen name: BlueBansheeXX
MSN screen name: blue_banshee_gundamx@yahoo.com
ICQ screen Number: 251915098
YIM Screen name: guyzel_dreighten_blue_leader@yahoo.com
Biography: I remember… the darkness. The complete darkness…
I remember… the only light being the faint dim green visors of the Biomek surgeons...
I remember… the pain… the horrible pain. It was enough to make you go… insane…
Years ago, though I still can’t remember how long ago, I was once what’s called a “Pike”; a group of religious miners who can often be found digging in the earth to be near their buried prophet. I don’t remember much of that life, which perhaps is for the best.
The life as a Pike, I do remember, wasn’t easy. My family and the rest of the Pikes in the camp we all lived in were actually always watched by the Biomeks. Back then, I was named Guyzel, a name I wouldn’t remember until much later.
Surrounded on each side of our camp was a Biomek fortress. The camp was located between the city of Fort Logan and a place called “SALT”.
While that was not a happy time, we did our best to survive, despite the Biomeks constantly breathing down our necks. We didn’t really disturb anyone unless provoked. Sure, Pikes hate Humans, Mutants and Biomeks alike, but when you’re in a small camp surrounded by your enemy, it’s just not smart to cause a fuss. So we didn’t. And the Biomeks left us alone. Or so we thought.
One day, our camp was invaded by a group of Biomeks in search of specimens for augmentation. As a child, I was terrified, of course, but one man scared me more then any other mechanical invader. He was tall, muscular, fitted with dark metal plating and a red cybernetic monocle in his red eye. His left arm had been replaced with a large weapon of some kind. A man I would later learn went by the name of Dunlap.
The man looked to me and pointed long dirty finger to me. His face was expressionless, making him look even more robotic. He said nothing as he pointed at me. I remember… I remember I screamed and then I blacked out. Something had hit me on the back of the head.
When I woke up, who knows how long after, I was in a dark room on a cold metal table. Tall men in dirty lab coats and fitted with mechanical prosthetics gazed over me, with strange looking devices held in their hands. They wore visors over their eyes that gave off a dim green light.
They were fitting me with mechanical prosthetics as well. They were making me a… Biomek. The pain, oh the pain, was horrible. It was unbearable. Slowly they were replacing my flesh and blood with metal parts. I wanted to scream, I tried to scream, but I couldn’t. Something was stopping me from screaming. Perhaps it was the pain, the constant pain, or perhaps it was I was simply too terrified to make a sound.
I looked to my left, and there he was again… the terrifying man who’d chosen me earlier. He watched me carefully with his arms folded across his chest, nodding every so often when a surgeon would say something to him. And then, when a surgeon said something else to the tall man, something he must not have liked, the man’s expressionless face suddenly saddened. He frowned and shook his had, but didn’t take his eyes from me. I wanted to cry, to yell, but as I tried, a surgeon hit something that caused the most excruciating pain to shoot up my spine. I blacked out again. And that’s where my memories stop.
I woke up again with no memories of what had happened to me; no memories of my past, of my family, or who I once was. I woke up and looked at my body which was now fitted with cybernetic prosthetics. I was in a dirty room with beds on either side of me. Then I heard a dark mechanical voice shouting something from a muffled speaker outside. I stood up and walked from the room into the bright sunlight of the Wasteland valley. Around me was a large Biomek camp, and there were other Biomeks working—carrying heavy loads of scrap metal, mining resources from the earth, driving small construction machines, and the like. Laboring as if they had no other reason to live.
“So, you’re finally awake?” I heard a voice say from behind me. I looked around until I spotted a figure, but my eyes hadn’t adjusted yet so everything was still quite blurry. I only nodded my head and asked, “Where am I?”
“You don’t remember?” The figure asked. I shook my head.
“Ah, you’re new here, aren’t you?” He asked. Slowly my eyes were beginning to adjust. I could make out that he too was a Biomek, but something seemed to be wrong with him. He was twitching often, his arms and legs wouldn’t stay still. A large load of metal was strapped to his back, for he couldn’t carry the metal in his twitching arms. “I’m Tentovee, but everyone just calls me ‘Ten’.” He introduced himself like he wasn’t scared at all of this strange place. “This is a Biomek work camp,” he then said, clamping his left hand down onto his twitching right shoulder. “This is where all the malfunctioning Biomeks are sent. You see, all of us are malfunctioning in same way—including you—and we can’t be trusted out in battle. So to keep an eye on us, to make use of us, and to punish us for having faulty upgrades, we were all sent to this labor camp to work at for the rest of our activation days. The Order can’t spare the resources to repair us, so we’re sent here.” He shrugged, “It’s the pits, but you get used to it.”
“Hey, what’s your name?” He then asked, but before I could reply, a short sentry droid wandered up to us.
“Tentovee. You Are Required To Return To Work At Once.” It said in a very robotic voice. “Diesel, You Are Required To Return To Work At Once. Return To Work Or You Will Be Punished.”
“Work…?” I mumbled. The sentry bot motioned to a pile of scrap metal.
“Grab that and follow me,” Ten said, trying hard to stop the constant twitching of his glitched body. I did as I was told and lifted as much of the scrap metal as I could carry and followed Ten.
I remained in that work camp for a number of years. As time past, my malfunctions became worse. Later I would learn that the malfunctions caused a barrier in my mind to break, and because of that slowly my memory would come back to me. You see, when a specimen is upgraded, their memory is usually wiped as well.
The camp remained fairly small, I guess the Biomek Order didn’t have many malfunctioning Biomeks. Still, we got a few new faces every now and then. One day we got a female Biomek in. Sure, there were other female Biomeks in the labor camp, but something was different about her. Not because of her malfunctions, but something else. Something I still to this day can’t put my finger on.
She introduced herself as “Banshee”. Much of her body was replaced with cybernetic parts, as everyone else. Her clothing was blue and red, her hair was blonde and she had some spikes protruding out from the top of her skull. One eye had a blue metal monocle, while a small hexagonal metal device was placed over her mouth. Despite this, she was very beautiful.
She was malfunctioning worse then I’d even seen any other Biomek. Her speech was broken, her memory was ruined, her processors didn’t work, both her arms would twitch frequently, and she had so many other problems that I can’t even remember them all. Really, I’m surprised she was even functioning at all.
I grew to be friends with Banshee, despite her malfunctions. She was a very kind person and had many dreams for the life ahead of her. I guess you could say I looked up to her, and perhaps I’d even fallen in love with her. Still, she didn’t remain in the work camp long.
Somehow Banshee managed to escape one night. She told no one, and no one saw her leave. She simply vanished as if she had never existed at all. A few rumors had gone around the camp that she was taken back by the Order and was dismantled, but I knew better. Somehow I knew.
Days later, perhaps it was weeks, she returned in the dead of night. I remember this well. She came up to my Nanite bed and pulled the cords out from my recharging circuits. “C’mon, we’re leaving,” she whispered softly. Slowly my eye opened and my other eye (which was a metal monocle) slowly activated. “Get up,” she said, softly again. “Ten is with me too, and a few others. We’re leaving here. Are you coming or not?”
“B…Banshee…?” I mumbled as I looked up to her. Had she come back to rescue us? She shook her head. That was enough for me; I stood up out of bed and removed the remaining wires that plugged me in.
Strangely, the camp wasn’t very well guarded during the night. It was probably because the Order didn’t really care if we escaped our not. They considered us not worthy, and if we left we’d probably permanently shut down in the wilderness sooner or later because of our malfunctions.
But we left that camp and our labor behind us with Banshee in the lead. She really was a hero to us all. None of us had been brave enough before to try to escape; we knew not what lay outside the walls of the labor camp or what might happen to us if we were caught.
Banshee took us to an old run-down shelter miles away, far off in a place called Half Moon Hill. There she trained us in vehicular combat, she helped repair us as best that was possible, and there we all merged to share our data and to synchronize. We had become a team of Biomeks, cast out from our society, left to live a life of hard labor, shunned by our superiors and mocked by the functioning race, and we called ourselves the “Blue Banshees”.
As the war against the Betrayers and the Mutants continued, the Biomek Order needed all the help it could get to fight against their enemies. That’s when we, the Blue Banshees, arose from our hiding and came to the Order with a proposition. We would help fight the Betrayers and Mutant menaces alongside our functioning Biomek brothers and sisters as long as, if we proved our worth, would be accepted into the Biomek life once again and would be treated as equals. No doubt the Order only agreed because they thought we would all be destroyed, but they did agree. We were supplied with weapons and vehicles to fight in the war, and we were given shelter in the Fort Logan apartments.
This is where our true fight began. A fight that would either destroy us or let us become equals with the other fully-functioning Biomek race. We were there to prove ourselves, to prove that we were just as capable of fighting as anyone else. And we would prove to everyone that we were Biomek, despite our malfunctions, and because we were Biomek we would fight for our society. We would prove our worth. And I would work harder then anyone to do this, and to regain my memories.
This is my story. I am Diesel, a Biomek with no memory of his past, with upgrades that aren’t working as they should. My malfunctions are vast and painful, but I wont let them stop me. I will prove to everyone once and for all them I am strong, that I am worthy of being accepted back into the Biomek Order! And most importantly, when this is all over, I will provide for Banshee a life that she deserves.
Together, with the rest of the Biomek Order, we all shall achieve… Pax Bionicous!
Other: He is the clan leader. For more information on the "Blue Banshee Universe", click here.
Character/Vehicle Image:
Code Name: Blue Leader
Sex: Male
Class: Constructor
AIM screen name: BlueBansheeXX
MSN screen name: blue_banshee_gundamx@yahoo.com
ICQ screen Number: 251915098
YIM Screen name: guyzel_dreighten_blue_leader@yahoo.com
Biography: I remember… the darkness. The complete darkness…
I remember… the only light being the faint dim green visors of the Biomek surgeons...
I remember… the pain… the horrible pain. It was enough to make you go… insane…
Years ago, though I still can’t remember how long ago, I was once what’s called a “Pike”; a group of religious miners who can often be found digging in the earth to be near their buried prophet. I don’t remember much of that life, which perhaps is for the best.
The life as a Pike, I do remember, wasn’t easy. My family and the rest of the Pikes in the camp we all lived in were actually always watched by the Biomeks. Back then, I was named Guyzel, a name I wouldn’t remember until much later.
Surrounded on each side of our camp was a Biomek fortress. The camp was located between the city of Fort Logan and a place called “SALT”.
While that was not a happy time, we did our best to survive, despite the Biomeks constantly breathing down our necks. We didn’t really disturb anyone unless provoked. Sure, Pikes hate Humans, Mutants and Biomeks alike, but when you’re in a small camp surrounded by your enemy, it’s just not smart to cause a fuss. So we didn’t. And the Biomeks left us alone. Or so we thought.
One day, our camp was invaded by a group of Biomeks in search of specimens for augmentation. As a child, I was terrified, of course, but one man scared me more then any other mechanical invader. He was tall, muscular, fitted with dark metal plating and a red cybernetic monocle in his red eye. His left arm had been replaced with a large weapon of some kind. A man I would later learn went by the name of Dunlap.
The man looked to me and pointed long dirty finger to me. His face was expressionless, making him look even more robotic. He said nothing as he pointed at me. I remember… I remember I screamed and then I blacked out. Something had hit me on the back of the head.
When I woke up, who knows how long after, I was in a dark room on a cold metal table. Tall men in dirty lab coats and fitted with mechanical prosthetics gazed over me, with strange looking devices held in their hands. They wore visors over their eyes that gave off a dim green light.
They were fitting me with mechanical prosthetics as well. They were making me a… Biomek. The pain, oh the pain, was horrible. It was unbearable. Slowly they were replacing my flesh and blood with metal parts. I wanted to scream, I tried to scream, but I couldn’t. Something was stopping me from screaming. Perhaps it was the pain, the constant pain, or perhaps it was I was simply too terrified to make a sound.
I looked to my left, and there he was again… the terrifying man who’d chosen me earlier. He watched me carefully with his arms folded across his chest, nodding every so often when a surgeon would say something to him. And then, when a surgeon said something else to the tall man, something he must not have liked, the man’s expressionless face suddenly saddened. He frowned and shook his had, but didn’t take his eyes from me. I wanted to cry, to yell, but as I tried, a surgeon hit something that caused the most excruciating pain to shoot up my spine. I blacked out again. And that’s where my memories stop.
I woke up again with no memories of what had happened to me; no memories of my past, of my family, or who I once was. I woke up and looked at my body which was now fitted with cybernetic prosthetics. I was in a dirty room with beds on either side of me. Then I heard a dark mechanical voice shouting something from a muffled speaker outside. I stood up and walked from the room into the bright sunlight of the Wasteland valley. Around me was a large Biomek camp, and there were other Biomeks working—carrying heavy loads of scrap metal, mining resources from the earth, driving small construction machines, and the like. Laboring as if they had no other reason to live.
“So, you’re finally awake?” I heard a voice say from behind me. I looked around until I spotted a figure, but my eyes hadn’t adjusted yet so everything was still quite blurry. I only nodded my head and asked, “Where am I?”
“You don’t remember?” The figure asked. I shook my head.
“Ah, you’re new here, aren’t you?” He asked. Slowly my eyes were beginning to adjust. I could make out that he too was a Biomek, but something seemed to be wrong with him. He was twitching often, his arms and legs wouldn’t stay still. A large load of metal was strapped to his back, for he couldn’t carry the metal in his twitching arms. “I’m Tentovee, but everyone just calls me ‘Ten’.” He introduced himself like he wasn’t scared at all of this strange place. “This is a Biomek work camp,” he then said, clamping his left hand down onto his twitching right shoulder. “This is where all the malfunctioning Biomeks are sent. You see, all of us are malfunctioning in same way—including you—and we can’t be trusted out in battle. So to keep an eye on us, to make use of us, and to punish us for having faulty upgrades, we were all sent to this labor camp to work at for the rest of our activation days. The Order can’t spare the resources to repair us, so we’re sent here.” He shrugged, “It’s the pits, but you get used to it.”
“Hey, what’s your name?” He then asked, but before I could reply, a short sentry droid wandered up to us.
“Tentovee. You Are Required To Return To Work At Once.” It said in a very robotic voice. “Diesel, You Are Required To Return To Work At Once. Return To Work Or You Will Be Punished.”
“Work…?” I mumbled. The sentry bot motioned to a pile of scrap metal.
“Grab that and follow me,” Ten said, trying hard to stop the constant twitching of his glitched body. I did as I was told and lifted as much of the scrap metal as I could carry and followed Ten.
I remained in that work camp for a number of years. As time past, my malfunctions became worse. Later I would learn that the malfunctions caused a barrier in my mind to break, and because of that slowly my memory would come back to me. You see, when a specimen is upgraded, their memory is usually wiped as well.
The camp remained fairly small, I guess the Biomek Order didn’t have many malfunctioning Biomeks. Still, we got a few new faces every now and then. One day we got a female Biomek in. Sure, there were other female Biomeks in the labor camp, but something was different about her. Not because of her malfunctions, but something else. Something I still to this day can’t put my finger on.
She introduced herself as “Banshee”. Much of her body was replaced with cybernetic parts, as everyone else. Her clothing was blue and red, her hair was blonde and she had some spikes protruding out from the top of her skull. One eye had a blue metal monocle, while a small hexagonal metal device was placed over her mouth. Despite this, she was very beautiful.
She was malfunctioning worse then I’d even seen any other Biomek. Her speech was broken, her memory was ruined, her processors didn’t work, both her arms would twitch frequently, and she had so many other problems that I can’t even remember them all. Really, I’m surprised she was even functioning at all.
I grew to be friends with Banshee, despite her malfunctions. She was a very kind person and had many dreams for the life ahead of her. I guess you could say I looked up to her, and perhaps I’d even fallen in love with her. Still, she didn’t remain in the work camp long.
Somehow Banshee managed to escape one night. She told no one, and no one saw her leave. She simply vanished as if she had never existed at all. A few rumors had gone around the camp that she was taken back by the Order and was dismantled, but I knew better. Somehow I knew.
Days later, perhaps it was weeks, she returned in the dead of night. I remember this well. She came up to my Nanite bed and pulled the cords out from my recharging circuits. “C’mon, we’re leaving,” she whispered softly. Slowly my eye opened and my other eye (which was a metal monocle) slowly activated. “Get up,” she said, softly again. “Ten is with me too, and a few others. We’re leaving here. Are you coming or not?”
“B…Banshee…?” I mumbled as I looked up to her. Had she come back to rescue us? She shook her head. That was enough for me; I stood up out of bed and removed the remaining wires that plugged me in.
Strangely, the camp wasn’t very well guarded during the night. It was probably because the Order didn’t really care if we escaped our not. They considered us not worthy, and if we left we’d probably permanently shut down in the wilderness sooner or later because of our malfunctions.
But we left that camp and our labor behind us with Banshee in the lead. She really was a hero to us all. None of us had been brave enough before to try to escape; we knew not what lay outside the walls of the labor camp or what might happen to us if we were caught.
Banshee took us to an old run-down shelter miles away, far off in a place called Half Moon Hill. There she trained us in vehicular combat, she helped repair us as best that was possible, and there we all merged to share our data and to synchronize. We had become a team of Biomeks, cast out from our society, left to live a life of hard labor, shunned by our superiors and mocked by the functioning race, and we called ourselves the “Blue Banshees”.
As the war against the Betrayers and the Mutants continued, the Biomek Order needed all the help it could get to fight against their enemies. That’s when we, the Blue Banshees, arose from our hiding and came to the Order with a proposition. We would help fight the Betrayers and Mutant menaces alongside our functioning Biomek brothers and sisters as long as, if we proved our worth, would be accepted into the Biomek life once again and would be treated as equals. No doubt the Order only agreed because they thought we would all be destroyed, but they did agree. We were supplied with weapons and vehicles to fight in the war, and we were given shelter in the Fort Logan apartments.
This is where our true fight began. A fight that would either destroy us or let us become equals with the other fully-functioning Biomek race. We were there to prove ourselves, to prove that we were just as capable of fighting as anyone else. And we would prove to everyone that we were Biomek, despite our malfunctions, and because we were Biomek we would fight for our society. We would prove our worth. And I would work harder then anyone to do this, and to regain my memories.
This is my story. I am Diesel, a Biomek with no memory of his past, with upgrades that aren’t working as they should. My malfunctions are vast and painful, but I wont let them stop me. I will prove to everyone once and for all them I am strong, that I am worthy of being accepted back into the Biomek Order! And most importantly, when this is all over, I will provide for Banshee a life that she deserves.
Together, with the rest of the Biomek Order, we all shall achieve… Pax Bionicous!
Other: He is the clan leader. For more information on the "Blue Banshee Universe", click here.
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