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Soap Clawtooth · Posted: Thu Jul 10, 2008 8:54 pm Post subject:

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The Remade...

The war had hit everyone hard, nobody escaped it and those who had survived questioned wether they had gotten the better end of the deal. Some had come to realise that there were fates worse than death and that living could be such a fate.
Biomechs had been hit just as hard. Not ALL biomechs WANTED to be part of some jumped up military faction, it simply wasn't the lifestyle they wanted to commit to. Others felt that they had to, simply because nobody else would have them, they didn't fit into other people's neat little idea of what they had carefully planned.
Others couldn't be in the military lifestyle. Mechs that had been in the war suffered as casualties as well as everyone else, or their new and brazen experiemental parts went wrong or the lab where they were being worked on got bombed out leaving them half finished and neither use nor ornaments. They were known as 'junkers' to those who had seem them, Junkers tended to stay in the shadows, unseen because they knew they could be vulnerable or dangerous, depending on what had happened to them. People became injured or killed around junkers in some cases simply because they couldn't control their own implants and grafts. The city was safe for neither themselves nor the people around them.
Others in other parts of the world had simply become mech as a punishment of crime. Hideously bulky appendages haphazardly grafted onto their bodies and forced to do manual labour for building sites or factories or wherever the foreign authorities decided they would best serve their punishment. They were known as the Remade. But the authorities in times of war had no intention of reading the finer details of anything, you were either guilty or not within the first five minutes and alot of innocent people had been turned into Remade, forced to serve punishments they didn't deserve and, under the cover of war, they had fled, seeking refuge and people who would accept them. America HAD No remade, so largely they all went there.

Zero was one such person, he didn't like the military lifestyle and it seemed that that was all the Biomechs of Midian City had to offer, that or going solo. His father had been a scientist for a lab in Britain, working om military applications. after being mortally wounded and blinded by a bomb blast, Zero's father had taken him into the labs against protocol and rebuilt his son. Replacing the limbs that had been blasted away by the bomb with experimental endoskeletal appendages which gave him enhanced speed and strength, but not too much. Eyes that allowed him to see greater distancs and through a number of invisible spectrums that the normal eye could not. as well as interface with his brain to relate information on whatever he chose. Metallurgy, Mineralogy, things the military had deemed useful for military purposes, assesing the reliabilty of the enemies hardware, things like that.
Skin had ben grafted over the obvious appendages, only back then the skin growing technique hadn't been perfected. His dad had fucked it up and the skin had pigmented itself purple. It was a bind because he couldn't just DO it again. It would mean using resources that the labs would know were going missing. he could explain away a small amount on testing or something, but only small amounts. Spies and sabateurs and thieves were everywhere during those time and the labs were paranoid.
Zeromade the decision that the skin should be kept. he took the bolder move of pigmenting the rest of his skin to match it.

After that he wandered, wandered england and the world. He was, for all intents and purposes a mech now and few would accept him. Oh they would use him, but they would not accept him. Distustful of his minor advantage over them and in some cases jealous. Such people would seek to do him harm to get at the implants he possessed and so he had learned to defend himself VERY quickly.
The Remade and the Junkers had seen him for what he was: one of them. They had welcomed him into the small communities they had made in scrapyards, hiding themselves amongst the junk and simply getting by. Zero, an intelligent lad having been the son of a genius, had repayed them by giving them something they had craved most.
Purpose.
Uniting them as one front, The Remade, he gave them purpose and identity. Picking up the jobs that the mercs charged too highly for or couldn't do. A remade could easly break into an area a merc couldn't, or collect information faster than a merc would be able to do with ordinary human abilities.
Some became close and trusted to Zero, while he trusted them all, he trusted some above all and they became his right hand, they became the Construct Council. Devised to watch over the remade, keep the order since even the Remade had their differences from time to time. But most importantly to make sure that the Remade always had purpose and that, no matter what your background, if you were mech seeking a non-military lifestyle amongst your own kind, you would be most welcome.
Of course, there is the chance that some, in their fragile humanity would seek to become like the Remade. They would seek them out and ask to become as the Remade. This is a service the Remade are always willing to offer, however it is an excrutiatingly painful experience indeed. Non-Remade became known as Unmade.

After the plight of england, a biohazard that plagued all Humans. The Remade moved on and stumbled upon Midian city. It was diverse enough that they could stay here without too much trouble and the city was deep and dark enough that they could hide out for a while. Though they had no central base yet. But their purpose here was the same as it had always been. To do the things others wouldn't.

They are clever as a whole or clever individually, problem solvers, discoverers of secrets. They have been known to lie, to manipulate a situation to meet their own needs but largely only in the interests of their own protection. Whether they are telling you the truth is for you to decide. Generally a friendly bunch, but it is ill advised to get into a conflict with them since many of their augmentations are cutting tools. welding torches guns and other applications. Wherever they settle, their area becomes guarded by EighthTroopers, footsoldiers of advanced design who are stripped of everything but their ability to fight and the single emotion of hatred. Totally Loyal and combat hardened, the EightTroopers became an invaluable security force to the Remade.

and so now, Zero as nearly an entire android, his brain being the only totally organic component left even while it is heavily augmented, led the Remade to Midian city and there they saw the problems that had become of this place and saw that the mistaken beliefs of the others who would seek to bring chaos and destruction to all in order to meet their own ends. The Remade saw that this should be corrected, by any means necessary, even if the price was the remaking of all who stood between them and their ultimate goal.
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