Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-8992692-20140610191833/@comment-8992692-20140627034757

Colonel “Sir, all friendly personal have been accounted for, even the injured.”

General “And what of kilo six?”

Colonel “It seems they have stabbed us in the back... Sir.”

Slamming his hand down “You’re kidding me right?!?! Damn. I realize we aren’t perfect, but that doesn’t mean they are either. War is messy, but betraying your brothers and sisters, that makes me sick. Leave the package here, they can have him. The fail safe is activated now anyway.”

Colonel, as they walk towards the last shuttle, “And what was it sir.”

General “Classified, Tier zero. If he survives the base explosion, then it’s still a win. Nanobots are a great thing.” ''Vid had been implanted with micro nanobots, impossible to see or detect, that transmit data and information to the Chat, without being detected or traced. They are located on his cells, his vertebrae, and on his brain. Since they are small, they are not easy to track but that does not affect the transfer If they need to, they can self-destruct, killing vid in the process. However, the further he is from a chat listening station, the harder it is to track and gain intel, though they can still receive it. They can also be disabled for a short time, though this can have negative affects on Vid. The kill switch also needs two admins to enter a code to override the nanobots code, though they want to gain as much intel as possible from him before hand.''

Colonel “I guess so sir.” The door closes and the shuttle leaves, leaving the entire base empty, except for Heathcliff’s team, the defected soldiers, and Vid.

General “Another minute and that Infinity battle cruiser will tear a whole clean through that base.”

Location: Classified

The Admin Sgt D Grif walks into a secret Chat military hospital, far from the fight raging on Eafth. Entering a high security medical room, he sees Knightmare hooked up to machines, including one connected to his eyes to allow him to communicate with people.

Sgt D Grif “Well I’ve seen you in worse.”

Knightmare “Don’t give me that crap, what do you want?”

Grif “I wanted to see how my favorite moderator was holding up.”

Knightmare “Well I can’t feel anything from my neck down and another Miku droid was destroyed in combat.”

Grif “Yea, that seems to be happening a lot more often now.”

Knightmare “I just need to get back to the original and run a few more tests. It’s hard to keep a mind in perfect condition after 50 years, it shows in the new models.”

Grif “Why do you even bother with the original?”

Knightmare “You’re right, I don’t need it anymore. But it’s my fault what happened to her, I failed to protect her. I’ve done a better job of keeping her safe then her brother ever hoped to do. The United Opeida might have killed her body, but I will keep her brain alive for as long as possible.”

Grif “So if her machine goes offline or gets destroyed, she dies?”

Knightmare “Correct, she can’t even survive off the machine for more then a few seconds, that IED did a number on her.”

Grif “Well... I’m glad to see where your priorities are. I’ll let you get some rest.” Grif stands up and starts heading out towards the door.

Knightmare “Could you do one more thing for me?”

Grif “Certainly, what do you need?”

Knightmare “I want everything we have on Jess McKathy.”