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Den of the damned - lw'nafh - 09-01-2009
Looking at the robotic arm, and wondering what other body parts were robotic he said:
"Where I come from, our enemies would label you a crime against nature for that; they don't like cybernetics. But MY people, on the other hand..."
X lifts up some 'fake' skin from scaly his left arm, showing a series of mechanical parts and hydraulics.
"I, am... Similar."
He smiles under his helmet and sits down, the eyes on his helmet glowing the same blue.
"And as you have already noticed, I'd hope, I am not a human."
Den of the damned - Death.RunningVerminator - 09-01-2009
Dr. Death nodded and stated,
"Yes... humans are silly little creatures aren't they? The perfect testing tools is what i say."
The insane doctor laughed
"Hm, i think me and you could be good friends... What do you say?"
Den of the damned - lw'nafh - 09-01-2009
"Indeed, it is a possibility, and we could greatly benefit each other, hmm?"
He adjusts himself and rests his arms on the table.
"And from the looks of things, we could both use the company."
Den of the damned - Death.RunningVerminator - 09-01-2009
Dr. Death nodded and sat back at the ruined couch.
"Let us have a drink... Although i prefer the blood of my victims."
Everyone started staring at him.
(While keeping a straight face) "Just kidding"
Den of the damned - lw'nafh - 09-02-2009
"I try to avoid drinking, but the thought is there."
X stands up as if he heard something...
"I have to go, for now. Good day."
Den of the damned - Death.RunningVerminator - 09-02-2009
Dr. Death frowned but then beckoned for him to go ahead.
"Go kill some people"
The doctor grabbed his drink, but then realized he had no where to drink his drink from. He opened up a compartment in his neck, and put the drink inside.
"mmm"
Den of the damned - lw'nafh - 09-23-2009
X walks back in, not wearing his helmet... Walking up to the barkeep.
"I figured out how to get it off, didn't hurt, but I wish I didn't..."
He says this as he runs his hands across the steel eye sockets, with no flesh surrounding them, as the mechanical eyes inside continually scan the environment, glowing the same fluorescent blue.
"It could be worse, I mean, heh... Feels good not to have that thing on for a while, you'd understand if you were wearing a helmet for 700 odd years."
He sat down and started to work...
Is there a problem commander?
None.
Very well, you just seem, on edge.
I know, ReLIC, I know.
Den of the damned - Lanakov - 09-23-2009
A man in a mandalorian armor entered what looked like a lounge.
He had heard lots of rumours about this place.
One was never too curious in this job.
He walked straight to the bar and asked "whatever you got".
He swiftly took the drink and sat to a table.
That's the moment where he allowed himself to look at the various individuals in the lounge.
A few, they were.
The man sensed a lot of hatred and suffering within them.
He just sat there, sipping his blue-ish drink from time to time, not producing a single sound, to avoid attracting attention.
Den of the damned - lw'nafh - 09-24-2009
X glanced at the man for a moment, then looked back down.
Who is that?
Unknown at this time.
He seems edgy, well, I wouldn't blame him...
He looked back up, examining him more, but being careful not to get his attention, muttering to himself.
"Maybe I should check him out further."
Den of the damned - Death.RunningVerminator - 09-26-2009
After waking up from a rather long genetic maintenance, the doctor gets up and heads towards the door. Then, the door flew open and a man came rushing out. He appeared to be a cyborg, less advanced than the doctor, and was badly injured. Dr. Death put his hand behind his back and stood waiting.
The figured bowed at the doctor,
"Dr. Death, it is an honor to meet you! I seek repairs of the greatest stature."
The doctor scanned the man's damages with his cyborg eye. 47% damages. The doctor looked at the machine/human and sighed.,
"Your master has spoken of you, Slave. Or should i now say Scorpion?"