Steel Thrills

[Tanith Alde]

(Do please listen to the quotes so you know roughly how Steel sounds)
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=07XMKT8Atxk

Steel is a drug crazed killing monster, enhanced by bio-engineering and experimental surgical procedures. Her state of mind is amplified to turn a mere dislike for the enemy into raging hatred, or the wish to serve the Imperium into suicidal determination. It's main objective on the battlefield is to rip out the heart of an enemy operation in the most unsubtle way. By slaughtering all enemies in the vicinity they ensure the command structure is entirely destroyed.

This psychotic assassins is trained to be utterly ruthless and completely dedicated to the Imperium. In addition, specialized use of genetics and human biology result in the Mechanicus Assassin to be the most efficient killer making her almost superhuman . Her bodies is modified to make her a superb killing machines and include augmentations that strain the limits of their human physiology through the use of bionics and genetic alterations; the assassin is implanted with adrenal ducts, which speed up the brain's higher functions, allowing the Eversor to make complex calculations and tactical decisions in seconds. The adrenal ducts are also able to feed the brain, allowing the assassin to work briefly in a hard vacuum. In addition, a secondary heart is implanted in order to help the assassin's body cope with the various changes and to act as a fail-safe in case the primary heart is damaged in combat.

The Mechanicus Temple also makes use of a number of combat drugs that make the assassin psychotically insane and push her bio-engineered body to the limit in order to better his performance on the battlefield. As such, these assassins possess a hyperactive immune system to counteract the toxins in the drugs they use. However, should an Assassin's brain or hearts cease to function, advanced immune system will no longer be able to keep them in check. The chemical concoctions inside her will rapidly accelerate, causing her to violently explode. Eversor assassins, being well-aware of this fact, often use it as a last-ditch effort to eliminate their target.

The large amount of drugs and modification used to Steel into an unstoppable killing machine are highly addictive and without them the assassin will surely die. This means that the assassin is completely addicted to death itself and the only way they can survive is by being placed in cryo-suspension, which sustains their bodies until called upon for the next assignment. As such, Steel is stored within cryo-crypts on secret ships scattered across the Imperium. These vessels remain at a constant state of alert and await the orders from the High Lords to be deployed to the battlefield.


Which was where the attendant was heading now. Sick. The Attendant always felt sick whenever he entered ‘the hive’. A long catwalk suspended in the middle of a cavernous hexagonal hall, the putrid green glow of endless status monitors and stasis tubes radiated an aura of death and decay. Not so unfitting for the legendary storage vaults of the Mechanicus Asassin

Despite his many trips to the hive, he could never suppress the shiver in his spine that always snuck up on him when he least expected it. Shaking off his unease, he moved slowly to monitor station #4432 to finish the rites of rearming and release. He stared up into the face of death, suspended in a foetal position within its fluid tomb. The irony was not lost on him. A skeletal, barely human husk gazed vacantly back at him, its augmentics continually twitching despite being comatose. Out of curiosity, he flipped through this unit’s combat history. Unit service life three years. Number of sorties, two hundred and sixty. Estimated enemy casualties inflicted, eight thousand five hundred and twelve.
Biological age, twelve standard years. But it was the list of wounds sustained in action that horrified him the most. Thoractic vertebrae shattered from a Wookie, left arm amputated after close combat with a Jedi, fifty seven separate blaster wounds. Three cardiac arrests and automated restarts, and it didn’t stop there. Holy Sith, what did it take to kill one of these things? With great trepidation, the attendant keyed through the unit’s start up routine and assigned Steel its next mission.

“What kind of dreams does a monster like you have?” He wondered.

 

[Thraxis]

It was on the Public Space Transportation this all took place, it happened in the dull void, the transporter was moving about its everyday travel route, narry a hitch had happened on the ship, it was quiet and calm, the nardowells were seldom, this of course included Thraxis who was a bit uneasy taking transport with civilians, not because they were not criminals, but because they were simply dull, some had lived their lives in safety, others might have seen one or two attacks, but little of the macabre had ever sneaked its way into their dreadful life's. It was almost as if their lives in essence were simply lackadaisical.

Though halfway through the transport their lives were changed for the worse, an explosion had hit the side of the ship, the people were flustered and panicked, their blood spilling from the entrance point and where the flicks of shrapnel had pierced their fragile flesh. Though among them most would scurry, few had courage, though quickly would be crushed under the boot of horrors they had rarely ever seen before. Though among these people, Thraxis would never be counted, he reviled in this horror, at least when he was causing it, almost annoying that this lot got to have all the fun.

The explosion had rocked the ship, it was not one that would create a hole and pull out everyone into a vacuum of space, it was simply Pods piercing the ship, tunneling in to stop any atmosphere inside the ship from escaping. With it the screams could be heard, whether it be small children being tossed around like chew toys by a dog, or the older people, being quickly having their insides smeared across the walls of the ship like a fresh sheen of paint. These screams enticed Thraxis, he was pulled in by their lulls, it was an intoxicating sound to hear the screams of the boring, almost sending a shiver down his spine, though it was to be short lived, after hearing them he made the realization that he was not making these beautiful noises but ruffians and their sort. He quickly jumped out of bed, his trenchcoat adorned over his armor and his hands tightening around his twins.

Soon he started to stroll towards the horrors, groups of people running past him, trying their best to escape their horrors. He looked at it simply, wherever they were going, was not where he wanted to be. It took him a few minutes, grabbing a few people to ask for directions, only for him to forget as he listened to the screams. The damnable screams that confused him, should he enjoy the horrors that the lackadaisical have sewn, or be infuriated by the fact that some no name group was having all the fun, though the ideas were quickly scrapped from his mind as he started to target one sole idea, running amongst his thought. If I can keep some alive. I will have some playthings for the ride back home.
[member="Steel"]

 

[Tanith Alde]

Steel's eyes opened. An Error. A complication. She had no mission. This was not right. She had no target. No Condition. She had nothing. A smile lit up her cold lips. She had no parameters. No restrictions. No limitations. She was free. Impulses and urges sparked along her cyber-neutral pathways, each fueling a different even darker desire than the last. She stretched, easing out the kinks in her cybernetics and muscles. A deadly gleam was in her eye. Her Mechadendrites twitched as she experimented, examing her full range of capabilities. She had been upgraded since her last mission.

She excited the cargo bay, into the main area of the ship. Chaos. Death. Blood. Kill. Maim. Slash. These were the words that ran through her altered mind as she viewed the caranage around her. She strode forward, anything that got within her range was reduced to an indistinguishable mass of gore. Trandoshan, with a carbine. A precise slice across the back of the knees, plunge the claws in through his back. Tear, Shred , Rip. Dead. Onto the next, human, stun pike. Tear his stomach with a claw, spill his guts on the ground. Advance, repeat.

Steel steadily pushed forward, slaughtering everything around her without the tiniest shred of remorse. The only sensation she felt was elation as each fresh kill triggered the built in kill-chip in her brain, sending a massive wave of dopamine spiking through her body.

[member="Thraxis"]

 

[Thraxis]

It was time, he started to see the signs, the blood, the joy that had smeared the walls, a group of pirates, the first group, they must have broken off, they played like children in the blood, the entrails used as jump rope and the brain had been torn out of one of the pore saps and turned into a ball, it was a beautiful display, one of horror, the eyes still captured the terror he had just before he left into a void, Thraxis lips curled, his tongue sticking out as he started to run his hand back and fourth through his hair, his eyes widening as he looked in delight, "Found you!" he said with undertones of monstrosity, it held his voice, his desires, and the words he spoke told them what they needed to know. They had one choice, to meet with death.

They stood up, the small party of three drawing their weapons, a Vibroblade, a Vibrohammer and Vibroknuckler, it seemed these pirates were more attuned with a brutal close quarter nature, something that only invigorated Thraxis to no end. They started to move, their stances showed how untrained they were, though is to be expected from pirates of no worth, he drew his blasters, these were simple vagrants and were not going to be a worthwhile challenge, no he wanted the Captain.

He activated his rocket boots and blasted towards the group, firing his blaster with rapid succession, the Vibroknuckler fell with ease, he seemed to be the most untrained of the group, then he landed between the Vibrohammer and the Vibroblade, though with rapid movement he blocked the two, his hand moving beneath the arms of the two falling weapons. He activated his boots once again ascending higher up to knock the two men back, before shooting at the Vibrohammer man, and another one bit the dust.

All that was left was the Vibroblade, looking around he readied himself, pulling his blade behind him he started to move around Thraxis, though his eyes were unrelenting and never let him get out of sight. The sound of blaster fires came through quick and clear, and just as fast the blade fell to the ground. They were dead, it took a few minutes to dispatch of them but it was not wholly unsurprising. "Pfft. I can kill a Jedi Knight and make 'em squeal like a ewok. I hope the captain is at least as tough as one of them." he muttered, he looked around to see that he still had a ways to go. He looked down on the dead bodies, his eyes widening once more as he saw the horrific scene, though felt that something was missing. He moved over to the Vibroblade and decided that it was only appropriate to decorate the rest of the ship in their same fashion. Quickly he got to work, hacking and slashing at the body, blasts of blood covering his trenchcoat as he started to spread the insides all around the corridor, and once finished pinned one of the men up to the wall with the vibroblade, he didn't know which one it was, everything was a beautiful mess of blood and guts.
[member="Steel"]

 

[Tanith Alde]

Another One. Human child, crying. Mercy? No. It's screams would instill fear in the enemy. Who was the enemy? irrelevant, as Steel mutilated it's body. Adult male, Father? Victim. Dead, bisected smoothly. Three more humans, armed, three perfect shots. Three splatters on teh wall. Three corpses.

Steel let out a half machine-half human screech that would chill the blood in anyone that heard it. Another target, kneeling. Surrendering. No Protocol for prisoners. Terminate. Crimson. Red. Death. Advance. Repeat.

A Wookie, beneath us. It hits us, we shred off its arm. It screams, and kick us, we cripple it's legs. It howls in agony, we slash and slahs and slash untill it stops. Steel looks up, sees more warmth ahead. Crimson. Red.Deat.Advance.Repeat

We hear begging. We silence it. We feel resistance. We break it. We hear nothing but acceptance, we create pain. This is our way.

[member="Thraxis"]

 

[Thraxis]

He wandered around, slashing and hacking at the small platoons of men, few groups were anymore then ten, though something happened as he spread the crimson over the not-so-shiny walls. A wookie cry in pain, something that was a rare joy to see, especially on a battlefield, by now Thraxis was covered in blood, adorned with the entrails of those he had torn apart, some had their necks broken, others were curb stomped to death, he hadn't seen a single civilian yet and imagined they were all far away, likely taking escape pods out of there, though he knew where he wanted to be. He wanted to be where he could catch as many prisoners as he can.

As he drew closer to the screams he saw a joyous sight, some sort of cyborg, he looked with joy as he wiped the blood from his face pulling back his hair he looked around the room, blood and guts have covered the wall, the dead had adorned the floor, "Well, well, well. I can tell the difference between a Pirate and someone who takes pride in their job." he said with a grin, the blood dripping from his curled lip and into his teeth, the whites underlined by blood as it seeped into the cracks.
[member="Steel"]

 

[Tanith Alde]

" We do not determine the guilty; we do not decide the punishment; we are merely the cold intrument of vengeance. There is no form of death unknown to us; there is no form of terror beyond out means; there is no enemy outside our reach. We are the blade that hovers over the throat of the traitor; we are the bullet that awaits the heretic's skull; we are the poison in the throat of the alien. " Came the mechanical reply as the Cyborg slowly turned to face the new individual. Male. Human. Twenties? Thirties. Irrelevant. Kill? Threat? No sound. No screams. Silence. Death. Silence. Blood? It had blood. She could take it's blood. Her fang like teeth ground against each other as she debated weather to disembowel or engage the target in conversation. Information. Discrepancies. Steel had no information.

"Speak" She commanded

[member="Thraxis"]

 

[Thraxis]

"Well. If that is not one of the greatest things I have ever heard. Well, other then the vengeance part, but whatever. I suppose you wanna know about me then I guess? My name is Thraxis, I am the Inquisitor of the Cartel and the Second-in-command of the Jackal Forces." he said with a confident smile, to tell the difference between cockiness and confidence were two fine lines that were difficult to stay between, but he knew what he was doing, she seemed emotionless. But that didn't mean he was, he wanted to see what limits this robot had, was it going to be egged on into an attack at such a remark, was it so easily angered when someone showed no fear. Or would it lash out because of his affiliation, these were the quandary he needed to know.

He readied himself to make a runner, though he kept the same posture and looked the same way, all he done was ready his rocket boots to speed away, they tended to be more then efficient to escape someone or something making chase.
[member="Steel"]

 

[Tanith Alde]

"Cartel....Jackels....No Records.....Reviewing Action Log.....Last Activation, Seven Hundread Fifty Six years before current date. " Steel's .....steely gaze swung around the room inspecting it all again. It had been to preoccupied in revelous slaughter to examine it's sorroundings properly. " You will explain what has happened" Steel motioned to [member="Thraxis"] With one of it's arms as it's body slowly came down from the Killing/Feeding frenzy it had been in. She sighed as a chemical wipe was triggered dispersing the dozes of combat drugs that had been coursing through her body , spreading them out and bringing them to a lower level.

 

[Thraxis]

"Yeahhh... it sometimes feels that way, but what are ya to do huh?" he chuckled, it seemed the cyborg was not one to callously jump to violence easily.... at least depending on the situation present it seemed. Though that did not mean he wasn't ready to pounce out of the room to a safer location. He walked over to one of the dead bodies, kicking it with his foot he looked with great joy, "You really are good at what you do. And I like that." he declared, that cocky smile still ever present on his face.

"Now, as for what happened. Well if it was me I would say I had a good time. But from the way you speak, it seems more like you were programmed to do this. Or something, I ain't no technical mathematician." he said, his shoulders shrugging as he looked with a somewhat empty stare.
[member="Steel"]

 

[Tanith Alde]

"No. Galaxy..War...Sith....What has happened? Seven Hundread Years...." Steel was having trouble communicating with this organic. If it could have spoken binary it would have already been finished with this exchange of information minutes ago. Each minute steel wasted was depriving her of that rush the chips triggered upon completing a kill, and it was getting her on edge, her natural aggression levels spiking far outside the human norm, and only her cybnernetic half was restricting her from killing him temporarily.

[member="Thraxis"]

 

[Thraxis]

He looked at it with confounded eyes, though still, he never let his guard down, one second with his thing and whatever it used would be a mild inconvenience. "Uh... Seven Hundred Years?" it seemed this robot had been unconscious or something of a similar nature. He paced for a bit, trying to figure out what this cyborg was talking about, all the while poking at the dead bodies and getting jolts of joy sent through his spine.

After he stopped he had to hold back a smile, If this thing doesn't know anything. I wonder if I could mess with it. Tell it the greatest threat in the universe is Jimmy the homeless, or even just make it think it has been in a fabricated universe its entire life. but quickly pushed the idea to the back of his head and decided to answer seriously, "Well. There is war everywhere. Their was one right here, still going too. You know, me, you, pirates blood bath. It is great. But other then that I think the Sith are fighting with the Galactic Republic. But I dunno about this whole seven hundred year shennanigan." he ended bluntly, he saw what looked like a coin had fallen into one of the dead bodies and started to rummage through the corpse, it might have been his imagination but a coin was a coin, whether it was blood money or not.
[member="Steel"]

 

[Tanith Alde]

Steel processed the information before coming to a decision. "I will need to reaccess my options. For now there is killing to be done. " Steel took a step toward the man her claws raised, before her head did a sharp jerk to the side as her processor caught up with the conversation and flagged [member="Thraxis"] Green. Steel growled in displeasured stabbing a hookblade through one of the dead bodies causing a jet of blood to splatter all over the nearby walls to compensate. She growled to herself once more before stalking down along the corridor neither of them had entered from, once again taking part in the wild carnage that had once been a passenger ship.

 

[Thraxis]

Thraxis looked, listenting contently to the growls, Great. Another insane person who dosen't both know their place. He thought to himself, his hands dropping to pull out both of his Blasters and followed behind Steel, whenever a foe appeared a volley og red bolts would go through towards their body, and was only to be proceeded by Thraxis checking their corpses for any loot of value.
[member="Steel"]