Hiding from the Law, People, and Myself

[Delsin Shaw]

Everything seemed off for the officer who walked into a warehouse. Local reports and callings in the past couple days told of some kind of creature or being that was killing anyone and everyone that entered into the building. Taking a hold of the blaster pistol, the cop moved slowly into the confines of the building. Rapping his knuckles on the building's door frame. It was open. Likely just pushed aside by the wind. Looking into the building just for a moment, his eyes scanned the walls and ceilings. The light from a projected torch focused down on the machinery inside. Older tech likely used to build weapons, gear parts, or even ship parts once long ago. Shrugging his shoulders, the cop then started to walk away.

The breaking of glass and tumbling over of something inside led the cop to spin around and almost drawing his weapon. Slowly reaching down to his communicator, He slowly entered the building. Speaking into it as he raised his blaster pistol. Looking around for whatever it may be that caused the disturbance.

"Dispatch, Officer 467 Reporting, I require backup in sector 7 just off of Garude Lane at an abandoned factory. Over."
"Officer 467, This Is Dispatch. Sending some guys your way. Hang tight. Over."

The cop started to enter the building. Slowly moving around the machines and making his way to a newly spilled container of parts and pieces of technology. Dust had been on them as there was a heavy breeze of dust in the air. Looking around, He found some movement off to his life. Slowly closing in on the subject, He almost pounced around the corner.

Scurrying away were a band of rodents that were feasting on various odds and ends of food, scraps and whatever they could find. All fleeing the scene as the bright light hit their eyes. Cop jumping back in surprise and soon gained control of himself.

"Dispatch, Officer 467, Cancel on those reinforcements."
"Officer 467, Copy. Ten-Four."

The cop holstered his weapon and slowly started to exit. Feeling satisfied with his job. Hearing another rustle behind him, he turned around just in time to see something reach out for his head, and snap it. Any form of memories, or life he had vanished in that split second. His body falling limply down at my feet.

My feet. Not some monster or Sith, or abomination. Mine, and mine alone. I killed yet another being to keep myself safe and away from the eyes of those around me. People continuing to chase me. Trying to discover me. As soon as his body stopped moving, I crouched down, and began to weep.

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I began to move around once more. Every time someone would enter a place I thought was out of the way, a place where people wouldn't go, I had to hide or kill people who saw me. I couldn't let their eyes see me for who I am, or allow them to find out about... about... No.

Every time I moved about, it was at night. The darkness allowed me to slide into the shadows, away from the Neon lights and loud music. Walking through the alleyway, I slowly looked down at the belt and holster of the blaster pistol I had taken from the deceased police officer who had investigated my hide away. As soon as I picked it up, my eyes sent me information on the weapon. Trigger, trigger guard, grip, baffle, barrel, energy pack. I shook my head as I operated it deftly with hands that have done this over a million times. Yet I myself have never touched such a weapon.

My hands unloading the weapon, and then reloading it. Searching the cop at the time for the extra ammo that he may have carried. That was almost a week ago now. It killed me every time that I hurt someone. Why was it that these people had to go where their noses didn't belong. Hell, I don't even remember where I learned that phrase. To keep your nose clean. Shaking my head, I made my way down the street, and kept to myself. Intent with trying to find some place new to stay.

 

[Sebastian Thel]

With a sleek, compact case hanging from his gloved hand, Sebastian's feet cut through the layer of steam rising from the duracrete. The condensation hung thick above thin ice clinging to the ground, where smoke rose from a manhole across the street. Pausing before the front of the warehouse, he tilted his head upwards in search of a moon and found only stars hidden behind thick clouds. A few police officers continued their search inside of the building. One of whom beckoned Sebastian over. As he walked towards the entrance, the smell of blood laced with smoke and fuel overwhelmed his senses.

"Ahem." Sebastian recoiled in distaste as he endured the smell. He felt around in his pocket and produced a handkerchief, which he held to his nose. The officer turned around and entered the building, leading him inside where the remains of a murder bloodied the floor.

"Killer is an android according to reports, we haven't been able to pin down any relation the victim or a motif." The officer revealed. Sebastian stood before him, head slightly tilted and the handkerchief held over his face. "Hopefully, you'll be able to break into their software and scrounge up any data which might tell us more about their history." As he explained Sebastian's role in the investigation, the slicer squinted curiously and internally questioned the orders. Saying nothing, he stepped over a pool of blood and coyly held his slicing kit in both of his gloved hands.

"You're going to have to catch them first." Without any warning, Sebastian retorted in a tone devoid of expression. Out of the corner of his eye, he could tell that the officer was vexed. He looked around at the various pieces of machinery littering the ground. He avoided pieces of metal with his lace-up shoes and knelt down to find a discarded code cylinder. Adjusting his glasses, he could see that the casing was still intact.

Setting down his slicing kit, he hit a button on the side and the lid expanded into a screen. In the lower lid, various leads were folded together. He knelt down in the dirty ground, getting rust and dirt all over his socks in the process, not that he minded or cared. He plugged a lead into the code cylinder and attached it to the port of beneath his computer screen. A window flashed on the screen, denying him access to the cylinder. Whoever had owned it previously must have not wanted anybody to see the contents.

"Kark, well, at least now we have a clue." Sighing, he knelt down and sat on his legs, with the slicing kit placed on his lap. "Give me a minute." He said with his eyes fixed on the screen. As the officer approached, he raised a finger on the air, silently telling the man to back away while he was concentrating.

Sebastian entered a code into the computer's system, which brought up a text box allowing him to enter data into the code cylinder's database. Encrypted information rolled down the screen, which solved as he typed. He disassembled the integers and sifted through redundancies in the text, entering the verbose code into the system. When the final line was entered, the window turned blue and the computer granted him access. Data arrived on the screen, revealing the name of a woman named Aleph and details surrounding her programming.

Just as Sebastian stifled a bout of laughter, a scream echoed throughout the warehouse. Jolting upright, he gasped and tore the lead out of the code cylinder. He shoved the cylinder into his pocket and packed the lead away into his slicing kit. He hit the button and the screen, as well as the keyboard compacted into the neat case. When Sebastian stood up, all he could see was the head of the police officer rolling in the moonlight at the entrance.

"She's here." He exclaimed beneath his breath. The remaining men drew their guns and Sebastian turned and sprinted deeper into the hallways of the warehouse. He turned into a storage room and hid behind a stack of crates. With the slicing kit leaning against his side, he wrapped his arms around his knees and sat perfectly still.

[member="Aleph"]

 

[Delsin Shaw]

The synthetic skin upon my fingers turned white as they clutched upon the cloak over my shoulders. Pulling the fabric tightly over my body. Underneath I wore torn clothes that had fit me. Stolen from a clothes line. They were attempting to dry, however I had taken them to cover up myself. Seeing that many others had been wearing clothes, I felt the need to cover it up as well. Even if my body was void of the genitals that humans would use to procreate more of their kind. The wind whipped at my cloak. Threatening to rend me of my safety. Closing the distance to the current building where I had been staying, I found a slew of police vehicles. Lights flashing and swirling around. Without a sound, I hastily ran into the alley. Taking my time, I breathed.

To be truthful, I didn't really breathe. More so just took a second to breath as I vocally made sounds of breathing. I guess it was some function given to me to seem like I could actually tire and become sore. I guess it may have been used to blend in, or to give an excuse for some reason. I was unsure of this, and honestly, it felt natural to do so. It calmed me as I thought over the cops that were here. However, it hit me.

The Cylinder!

It was on the ship when I left. I had taken it with me because it was always in the shop with... him. Apparently it had information about my diagnosis and was where he recorded the information he kept on me. He had said it was secured and no one could break into it. However, I knew, I felt that everything can be broken into given the right circumstances. It had information about me that I could not let into the public, or let others learn of. I didn't know if there was something on there that could be used against me, or tie me to the death of him. It barely took a second, but the charade of breathing ended abruptly as I understood what I needed to do to retrieve the device.

They needed to forget everything.

Stepping out from the alley, I quickly closed the distance to the officers. Tears started to roll down my face and I got a very scared look. One that could make any being assume I was in pain, or troubled by something. Rushing up to the officer, I collapsed within his arms. The Officer attempting to figure out what I needed. Asking again and again for me to calm down. Then as soon as I looked up at the man, My hand reached up of it's own accord and grabbed his head. My frame picked itself up, using my other hand to grab his shoulder, and twist them in opposing directions. Doing so with such force and speed caused his head to come clean off.

Letting the head roll towards the door, I took a couple steps towards the side of the building, and jumped up. Some kind of servo in my legs allowed me to have vertical leaps that could rival any creature. Even as I reached the top of the building, I didn't land purely upon my feet. Letting my feet barely touch the roofing before rolling over my shoulder to muffle and reduce the impact over time. I raced over the top of the roof. Coming to the sunroof window and gently moving it out of place. Hearing various policing units yell and bark orders out, the opening allowed me to sneak inside while they were occupied with the rolling head.

Dropping down, I rolled once more to reduce the impact and muffle the sound as best I could. Racing to the closest officer in the back of the group. He could barely hear my feet hitting the ground a second too late. His life was cut short with my hand flattening out, and jamming into his throat. Acting like a blunt blade to pierce through his vocal cords. As my hand entered, the palm of my hand was facing up towards the head. And with my second hand gripping the shoulder and base of the collar firmly, I ripped the two apart with loud snapping. His body dropping down to the floor with a loud thump, and the blaster he held clanging to the ground, I jumped back to move once more into the shadows. Using a function to stick to many surfaces, I climbed the wall after jumping onto it to hide within the far corner of the building. Using it as a vantage point.

In the center of the room stood a man. No uniform. No weapon it seemed. Just a datapad and some gadgets. My vision zoomed in upon him. Seeing the tech he carried, I could see that it was slicing technology. Why was he here? Changing to thermal, I watched as his face and body became a blob of oranges, yellows, and reds. However, what made me look down into his pants, was a rather large stick that was cold. It made that one side of his body slightly colder than normal body temperature of humans. That could only be the cylinder. He would be the last I could kill, but he was a slicer. He was trying to get into this device. I knew he would try. My face contorted into a snarl as other officers drew close to the body I had just killed inside the warehouse. Calling out the officers name as though they lost a loved one.

With almost no remorse, I clambered against the wall as quietly as possible. Leaping from the wall upon the closest officer. My metallic teeth biting into his neck as I landed on top of him. Digging deep and feeling the fibers of his muscles break and bend under the stress and power of my bite. I reared my head back. Ripping it from his body and letting him bleed out and writhe in pain as I leaped upon the next man. His blaster fired and slammed home into my forehead. However, all that it did was remove some synthflesh and leave a burn on the metal that was my skull. I charged him again. Dodging the second shot to thrust my hand within his chest. Grabbing a hold of the man's spine and crushing it under my grasp. Feeling every bone break as I ripped a part of it out when I removed my hand.

His body fell to the floor due to lack of connection between the brain and his legs. His voice screaming out for a moment before I used my foot to hit his throat. Breaking his various pathways for air to enter his body. Looking up, all was left were the couple of men behind the man who I needed, and this slicer.

Yelling over the place, My voice heavy and commanding at the man.

"GIVE ME THE CYLINDER!"

[member="Sebastian Thel"],