Another 31_days, MxO-related fic
Title: Fearing the Reaper
Day/Theme: July 23: Wait for other bedtime treats
Series: "The Matrix Online"
Character/Pairing: Three player characters: Sieges (my character), WGAnubis/Marrith (a very dear friend's character, ::Waves:: Heya, Jackal! And if I slipped up, please don't bite me.) and an anNOYing Zionite frat-boy whose name slips my mind: I just gave him as Gary-Stu-Zioniteish a name as I could give him.
Rating: R (violence, freakishness, language)
NOTE: The idea for this came to me after listening to the second cut on the "Da Vinci Code" movie soundtrack late at night after a revelatory RP session.... For more about this fine fellow, check this out: Road to the Merovingian
A typical night near the Mara Central hardline: a group of recent Zionite recruits tussling with anyone who didn't scan as a Zionite, egged on by Zeneon, an older recruit who'd only just recently finished his training in record time. He had a feeling this was a sure sign he was the next One. The Oracle just had to give him the heads-up, right? Once he got his One-ly powers, he'd put the Matrix in order: kill all those Cypherites and Merovingian goons, make the E Pluribus Neo freaks and the stupid Machine-slaves lick his boots.
A small, dark-haired girl dressed in a red and black tunic that didn't hide how cute she looke came running up to the hardline, dialled and spoke to her operator about uploading some code. Zeneon had seen her running with a gang of Merv-goons who called themselves the Devil's Some-shitastic-fancy-name, the way the Merv-goond always gave shitastic-fancy-names to their factions. Well, everyone knew Merv girls were easy, and this gal had her combat shields down, plus she was only about two-thirds the way through her training. Either he'd get an easy lay or an easy fight, whichever came first. Perferrably both.
"Heya, pretty girl, how 'bout you and me have a little fun?" he said.
The Merv girl turned and looked up at him, a smirk crossing her face. He hoped it meant she liked what she saw. "Sorry, but I already have a boyfriend, who could very easily mop the pavement with your Cave-Ape face," she said in that "No-that-means-yes" tone he hoped he heard.
"Well, I don't see your boyfriend anywhere near you, so why not you and me get cozy?"
"The answer is no, and even if I wasn't already in a committed relationship, I wouldn't reach down the evolutionary ladder for a date," she replied. He figured that ice-cold tone meant, "Come and warm me up, big boy."
"If she won't kiss yah, shoot her," one of Zeneon's buddies called out.
"Yeah, make her pay for turning down a real man," another added.
"Good idea," Zeneon said, getting into a fighting stance.
The Merv girl drew a pair of submachineguns from somewhere inside her tunic and opened fire. The first shots managed to hit him, but that had to be a fluke. Zeneon laughed and lunged at her head, kicking the girl to the ground. She pulled herself up on one elbow and fired again, but she missed him by a mile. He jumped on her, pummelling her, showing her that guns were no match if she was pinned down by an elite Kung-Fu Master like himself.
When the girl's RSI stopped twitching, Zeneon called to one of his buddies give her RSI a rez, but her automatic jack-out kicked in before he could give the word.
"She'll be back," he said.
But she never did show up again...
******
A phone-call somewhere later that evening...
"Hey, Sieges, you dropped off the grid. What happened?"
"Stupid Cave Ape and his goons jumped me in Mara Central. If Marrith needs a chew-toy, the both of you keep an eye open for a guy named Zeneon."
"We'll keep him in mind..."
******
A successful raid on one of the dickhead Frenchman's outpost-thingys in Magog. Zeneon and his crew had torched the place clean off the map: old Frenchy and his puppies wouldn't be using that one soon, since it was charcoal.
They parted company: Zeneon had some personal scores to settle at Mara Central, stuff his crew -- most of them brand-new recruits -- were still too green to handle, though the exercise would be good for them. Still, he couldn't risk them when they'd been unplugged only a few days.
He took the long way through a maze of alleyways in the southern part of Mara, heading northward, when he had the funny feeling he wasn't alone. He looked over his shoulder, squinting into the shadows, to see if someone was dumb enough to follow him.
As warm as the night air felt, he sensed a cold chill creep over him. Come on, he thought, I'm a Redpill: heat and cold mean nothing to me.
He turned. A shadow seemed to detach from the gloom around him, and moved toward him. No, not a shadow, a figure. A tall guy with pale skin, dressed in black. As he got closer, Zeneon made out a red and black cross-shaped tattoo covering most of the guy's face. He scanned as a Merv, but he out-wierded the rest of them put together.
The pale-skinned guy looked him up and down. "So you're the troublemaker whom the maiden we're protecting told us about?" he said.
"Maiden? Who are you talking about?" Zeneon asked.
He hardly got the words out of his mouth when the pale guy grabbed him by the throat. Zeneon felt his RSI start to decompile, code strand by code-strand. He tried to grapple with the guy, but his attacker bashed him across the face, smashing his nose and cheekbones. Pain burned into his code, and he felt some unknown force in his attacker pulling each codestrand into his RSI. He had just enough time to wonder if this guy was human or one of those damn Exiles before his consciousness faded into nothingnes....
Day/Theme: July 23: Wait for other bedtime treats
Series: "The Matrix Online"
Character/Pairing: Three player characters: Sieges (my character), WGAnubis/Marrith (a very dear friend's character, ::Waves:: Heya, Jackal! And if I slipped up, please don't bite me.) and an anNOYing Zionite frat-boy whose name slips my mind: I just gave him as Gary-Stu-Zioniteish a name as I could give him.
Rating: R (violence, freakishness, language)
NOTE: The idea for this came to me after listening to the second cut on the "Da Vinci Code" movie soundtrack late at night after a revelatory RP session.... For more about this fine fellow, check this out: Road to the Merovingian
A typical night near the Mara Central hardline: a group of recent Zionite recruits tussling with anyone who didn't scan as a Zionite, egged on by Zeneon, an older recruit who'd only just recently finished his training in record time. He had a feeling this was a sure sign he was the next One. The Oracle just had to give him the heads-up, right? Once he got his One-ly powers, he'd put the Matrix in order: kill all those Cypherites and Merovingian goons, make the E Pluribus Neo freaks and the stupid Machine-slaves lick his boots.
A small, dark-haired girl dressed in a red and black tunic that didn't hide how cute she looke came running up to the hardline, dialled and spoke to her operator about uploading some code. Zeneon had seen her running with a gang of Merv-goons who called themselves the Devil's Some-shitastic-fancy-name, the way the Merv-goond always gave shitastic-fancy-names to their factions. Well, everyone knew Merv girls were easy, and this gal had her combat shields down, plus she was only about two-thirds the way through her training. Either he'd get an easy lay or an easy fight, whichever came first. Perferrably both.
"Heya, pretty girl, how 'bout you and me have a little fun?" he said.
The Merv girl turned and looked up at him, a smirk crossing her face. He hoped it meant she liked what she saw. "Sorry, but I already have a boyfriend, who could very easily mop the pavement with your Cave-Ape face," she said in that "No-that-means-yes" tone he hoped he heard.
"Well, I don't see your boyfriend anywhere near you, so why not you and me get cozy?"
"The answer is no, and even if I wasn't already in a committed relationship, I wouldn't reach down the evolutionary ladder for a date," she replied. He figured that ice-cold tone meant, "Come and warm me up, big boy."
"If she won't kiss yah, shoot her," one of Zeneon's buddies called out.
"Yeah, make her pay for turning down a real man," another added.
"Good idea," Zeneon said, getting into a fighting stance.
The Merv girl drew a pair of submachineguns from somewhere inside her tunic and opened fire. The first shots managed to hit him, but that had to be a fluke. Zeneon laughed and lunged at her head, kicking the girl to the ground. She pulled herself up on one elbow and fired again, but she missed him by a mile. He jumped on her, pummelling her, showing her that guns were no match if she was pinned down by an elite Kung-Fu Master like himself.
When the girl's RSI stopped twitching, Zeneon called to one of his buddies give her RSI a rez, but her automatic jack-out kicked in before he could give the word.
"She'll be back," he said.
But she never did show up again...
******
A phone-call somewhere later that evening...
"Hey, Sieges, you dropped off the grid. What happened?"
"Stupid Cave Ape and his goons jumped me in Mara Central. If Marrith needs a chew-toy, the both of you keep an eye open for a guy named Zeneon."
"We'll keep him in mind..."
******
A successful raid on one of the dickhead Frenchman's outpost-thingys in Magog. Zeneon and his crew had torched the place clean off the map: old Frenchy and his puppies wouldn't be using that one soon, since it was charcoal.
They parted company: Zeneon had some personal scores to settle at Mara Central, stuff his crew -- most of them brand-new recruits -- were still too green to handle, though the exercise would be good for them. Still, he couldn't risk them when they'd been unplugged only a few days.
He took the long way through a maze of alleyways in the southern part of Mara, heading northward, when he had the funny feeling he wasn't alone. He looked over his shoulder, squinting into the shadows, to see if someone was dumb enough to follow him.
As warm as the night air felt, he sensed a cold chill creep over him. Come on, he thought, I'm a Redpill: heat and cold mean nothing to me.
He turned. A shadow seemed to detach from the gloom around him, and moved toward him. No, not a shadow, a figure. A tall guy with pale skin, dressed in black. As he got closer, Zeneon made out a red and black cross-shaped tattoo covering most of the guy's face. He scanned as a Merv, but he out-wierded the rest of them put together.
The pale-skinned guy looked him up and down. "So you're the troublemaker whom the maiden we're protecting told us about?" he said.
"Maiden? Who are you talking about?" Zeneon asked.
He hardly got the words out of his mouth when the pale guy grabbed him by the throat. Zeneon felt his RSI start to decompile, code strand by code-strand. He tried to grapple with the guy, but his attacker bashed him across the face, smashing his nose and cheekbones. Pain burned into his code, and he felt some unknown force in his attacker pulling each codestrand into his RSI. He had just enough time to wonder if this guy was human or one of those damn Exiles before his consciousness faded into nothingnes....