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The Ark
By : Dunkelgelb
Category: InuYasha > General
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Here, Android Seventeen and that Ivan fret over Android Eighteen's state of mind - humans aren't meant to live android lifespans. I've dropped the whole thing because it would wind up killing Android Eighteen for no reason and goes off on a wild tangent anyway.
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Battlefield 1542
Chapter II: Siblings Byzantine

Seventeen offered to drive home, and the blonde-haired android gladly accepted. She could have flown to her apartment quite easily, but she always seized every opportunity to spend time with her once-estranged brother. She spent sixty years without the company of her sibling, and now that Krillin and Marron were dead, Seventeen, or Eito, whichever name he preferred, was her only connection to those days of old. They spent an amusingly small amount of time looking for their vehicle; it was open-roofed, all-wheel-drive, and the only one with a 30mm chaingun mounted in the back. Eighteen silently noted the lettering of the license plate: 17A2. Her brother always did have a rather subtle sense of humor.

Traffic was absolutely hellish. With everyone and their grandmother leaving the funeral at once, getting out into Main Street by car was nigh-on impossible, yet everyone except Seventeen and Eighteen tried to anyway. Seventeen chose to take a rather long route, but it would actually save time over waiting in traffic for an maddening amount of time. There was a road that led from the stadium to a huge above-water bridge, which connected Island 0 to Island 72, though they wanted to go to Island 288, where Eighteen's apartment was located. The islands themselves were named after degree angles that they formed with the northenmost one. Since there were five, equally-spaced main islands of West City, the angle between each was 72 degrees. Island 0 faced straight north, Island 72 clockwise from that, Island 144 clockwise from that, and so on. Driving from 0 to 288 in a clockwise direction took a full hour-and-a-half, but Eighteen did not mind. She didn't mind at all.

She looked at Seventeen as he drove. His dull, green eyes weren't what she remembered, but his fluttering, shoulder-length hair and the distinctive smooth angles of his face were all Seventeen. It was really kind of surreal, in her mind, to be sitting next to a person she hadn't seen for well over half of a century. Sometimes, she wanted to reach out and hug him, or pinch him, or slap him, or ANYTHING, anything just to make sure she wasn't dreaming and that the visage of her brother was no cheap virtuality. She reassured herself that he was indeed real, because what she knew about him was simply too bizarre and byzantine to be even slightly false.

Seventeen, along with General Ivan, was Capsule Corporation's ultimate misstep. After Bulma died, Trunks took over the company, and after HE died, his son took over. Unfortunately, as with most powers inherited, the next of kin, kin of important people in particular, lives in the shadow of their predecessor, garnering less and less respect with each generation. Hakari Briefs took the up reins of a company radically different from Bulma's time. Run by a board of ten executives, it was no longer a warm mom-and-pop business, but a heartless, souless conglomeration of factories and headquarters that spanned the globe. As with all businesses of this structure, money was the one thing it desired. They found it in Russia.

Dr. Arkardavich Gero was the foremost figure in robotic research, in his own mind, at least. He thought to have struck proverbial gold when he decided to simply upgrade two regular humans with select electronic parts instead of building one from the ground up. Twenty android designs and one Earth-Hell android fusion later, though, Gero's lab had been destroyed and the mad doctor himself had been killed three times, twice within twenty years and once in another dimension. However, his plans remained after all, as found by a Capsule expedition to the ruins of his lab. There, the company executives found their cash cow. They wanted a weapon. What they got were the androids, but even with that mighty power, they wanted more. They forced Hakari into giving that "more" to them.

Hakari was afraid. His job was all he had, and if he didn't do what the execs wanted, they would surely do some "restructuring" of the company, which no doubt involved a coup d'etat. Thus, he built two androids for them, using the recovered genetic samples and blueprints brought back to him. However, Hakari Briefs was not outright stupid, nor was he naive. He threw a few proverbial monkey wrenches into Capsule's plans.

He made things believable by completely revising the design of Android Seventeen. The electronics originally called for were durable and kept out of the way of the organic processes going on around them, but if they were damaged, surgery would be a nightmare. He switched to a construction based entirely on flesh and blood, artificial blood, that is. The new products, dubbed 17A1 and 17A2, were designed like androids but grown like humans and possessed the weaknesses of neither. Of course, Hakari couldn't let those money-grubbing bastards have a perfect weapon. He boiled down the amazing abilities of the Z warriors to a simple variation of the Electromagnetic Theory, and in giving such power to his creations, he gave them their greatest flaw.

If they powered up, their skin burned off slowly and excruciatingly, revealing the inhuman structure beneath. Though the transformation would be painful, it would not be fatal, as the network of bone plating and muscle underneath acted like a skin within itself, making the outer skin a trivial, cosmetic addition. The mind-melting pain of raising their ki ensured that the two lab brothers would use the power of the electromagnetic theory if and only if the situation was a dire one. Otherwise, they would not go to such lengths and instead, they would resort to normal, handheld weaponry, such as hand-grenades and assault rifles. Hakari's androids would never become the arbitrary threat that nuclear weapons had. The engineer also foresaw a Capsule plot to exercise total control over the Seventeens. Absolute power corrupts absolutely, so Hakari stuck a powerful conscience override into both to make sure that they would rebel against any immoral order.

In 2060, Android 17A1 was sold to the Russian Army for 1,500,000,000 zeni, which was a insane burden on their economy. Sure enough and as per Hakari's conscience circuit, the android, renamed to General Ivan, rebelled against his commanders in 2064, killing a high-ranking officer in a fit of rage after being ordered to fire upon a rioting crowd in the city of Kirov. Discovering that his brother, the Android 17A2, had also been sold to the Russians, Ivan fought his way east to a army base in Lensk, the most likely place where he would be.

The aftermath of the firefight left hundreds of Russian soldiers dead and the base itself a smoking, mile-wide crater.

The united brothers fled to Ohkotsk, sailed south to Japanese waters, and wound up in Kanazawa, on western mainland Japan. In a fit of disarray, they referred to their creator, hoping to get their bearings straight. They found him in his office, slumped back in his chair with nine bullet holes in his chest, plus one in the head for good measure. The Russians got there first, and they were most displeased with the way the merchandise performed. For Ivan, Hakari was his father, and his death was a challenge to war, one he would gladly rise to. Seventeen, though, never met the man, so he was only angry that he had been pursued such a distance. However, he was not opposed to fighting back.

General Ivan would have taken Seventeen along with him to overthrow the Russian government if he didn't discover his brother's suppressed memories. Deep inside the younger brother's skull was a computer chip wired directly to the memory centers of his brain. They discovered it the night before they were to leave for Magadan and undertake their militaristic task. Performing a low-level, skin-sparing power-up in a test of their electromagnetic fighting ability, Seventeen's secret electronic implant shorted out, letting the entire life history of the first Android Seventeen flood into his consciousness.

King Yamma had been busy, for Seventeen returned from the land of the dead sixty years after his destruction at the hands of a warrior known only as Goku, and with a new body, no less. The first thing Seventeen did was ask over and over where his sister was, and Ivan, being the soft-hearted fool that he was, took his forever-changed brother and showed up at Eighteen's apartment door the very next day.

She threw a fit. It was not a fit of anger, though. Ivan had never seen that many tearful hugs in his life, though he knew thinking that was meaningless. Technically, he was four years old, and he hadn't seen much of anything other than ground combat against the Russians. Unfortunately, the general couldn't stick around for the emotional reunion for too long. As soon as he appeared, Ivan disappeared, leaving Seventeen and Eighteen to catch up on each other's lives.

General Ivan powered over the plains of the Russian steppe , blowing up a fuel dump here, an arms cache there, and the military all around him, systematically eliminating all army units loyal to the hard-line government. Five months later, with its military gone, the Russian leaders fled to its ally nation of Yugoslavia, hoping that international treaties would keep them alive. Regardless, Ivan had no qualms in taking his war into another country. He cornered those oppressive rats in a city called Zastava, and killed them one by one, setting up his own base there, a trophy of "the bastards that I nailed first", in Ivan's words. With Russia getting back onto its feet with a new, truly democratic government, Ivan returned to his brother and "sister" in West City, where he and Seventeen joined the Japanese Self-Defense Force, and by 2137, they were at the absolute top of that command ladder.

Eighteen awoke with a jolt to the sensation of Seventeen tapping her in the arm.

"Hey, wake up. We are here" he said.

Eighteen groggily surveyed her surrounding. They were parked near the main elevator in the underground parking lot of her apartment complex. She yawned and unbuckled her seat belt, about the exit the jeep, but before she did, she remembered her brother's wounded hand.

"Seventeen, are you going to be allright? Your hand, and all...."

Seventeen smiled and pulled the glove off the hand in question, brandishing its backside to Eighteen. There was no marking or scarring to be seen; his skin healed swiftly and perfectly.

"I will be just fine, Eighteen."

The blonde-haired android pouted.

"Oh, come here" Seventeen sighed.

His sister seized the initiative and reached between the two car seats and pulled Seventeen into a fierce bear-hug. A minute later, Seventeen became worried at the length of the embrace. Two after that, he squirmed away and looked Eighteen straight in the eyes.

"All right, what is it? What is wrong? Forget my hand, you have been worrying me with all of this hugging and such, Eighteen."

"It's just......I have no one but you, Seventeen. Krillin and Marron are both long gone....."

"Want me to crash here, tonight?" Seventeen asked, cutting Eighteen off.

Eighteen brightened up several levels at her brother's sudden offer.

"Would you?"

"Sure, why should I pass up a chance to spend time with my big sister?

"Thank you, Seventeen! I'll go get a bed set up for you."

"That is very kind of you. You go on ahead, I need to take care of some things down here, first."

Eighteen hopped out of Seventeen's jeep and made her way toward the elevator, waving a temporary goodbye to him. Once the galvanized steel doors closed, Ivan's brother let out a sigh of concern and let his head fall back onto the headrest of the driver's seat. Eighteen really was starting to scare him. Sluggishly, Seventeen turned on his shoulder radio, calling up his brother on it. After a few seconds, Ivan's voice and the sound of whipping wind rose from it.

"Yo, Eito, what's up?" the Russian war machine asked.

"Eighteen is up, or down, I should say" Seventeen replied.

"What do you mean?" Ivan asked, half-knowing the answer.

"She is getting tired."

Seventeen fidgeted in his car seat as Ivan's silence wore at him, recoiling when he finally spoke again.

"You mean...."

"Yes. Tired of It, of all of It, of life itself."

"God damn it."

"Ivan, is there anything we can do for her?" Seventeen pleaded.

"I'm afraid not, Brother. An android like her is good for at least six-thousand years, and she's got 5900 to go. We can watch her all we want, but the moment we look away, it's over."

"Would she really kill herself?" Seventeen asked.

"Humans have killed themselves for far pettier things than that, so I'd say yes, she would. Where are you?"

"I am in the parking lot of Eighteen's apartment building."

"What are your plans for tonight?"

"I will be staying overnight with Eighteen to keep her company."

"Great. Watch her until I get back, at which time we can do a selective memory wipe. She'll forget all about her family, except for you and I, of course. The result will be your sister cheering up considerably."

The elevator doors opened to reveal Android Eighteen.

"Seventeen, are you coming up or not? It's getting late" she said.

Seventeen waved to her in acknowledgement and finished his conversation with Ivan.

"Listen, I have to go, Eighteen is calling."

"Allright. I'm heading back to base, and I'll call you tomorrow, once I identify our Phantom of the Tournament. Ivan out."

Seventeen squared away his radio, then leapt out of his vehicle, pressing a button near the front left wheel well. The whole jeep flashed ink-black, then shrunk and shrunk until it lay as a palm-sized capsule on the ground. Picking up the capsule then standing on his right foot, Seventeen concealed the little object in a secret compartment cut into the heel of his left boot. He then smiled at his impatient sister, who had her arms tightly folded across her chest. He joined her in the elevator and they rode it to the top floor, a circular ring of living spaces that ran the circuit of the curved building. It was an attractive area, with a red velvet carpet, white walls, and curved, frameless windows that let the residents look out over the Sea of Japan, though it was dark outside and visibility was nonexistent.
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The Ark	By : Dunkelgelb Category: InuYasha > General Views: 2034 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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The Ark