All that could be heard was the beeping of machines. The monotony of the simple sound was enough to lull any who listened in to a deep sleep. Nothing was more calming than that. The click of keyboards as codes were being typed, the scribbling of pens on paper as final notes are written down, the faintest symphony of several billion currents of electricity coursing through high tech machinery, all finding their path straight through the wires that were connected to the slim body of what looked to be a human female.<br/><br/>She had pale, flawless skin, white blonde hair that reached her chin, and slim features. If it were not for the monitor connected to her, keeping a track on everything going on within her body, one might think she were dead, due to how still she was laying on the lab bed. However, she was not asleep. No, she was simply in standby mode as the scientists who bustled around her finished up on last minute adjustments, getting her ready for her big debut of finally being released from within the confines of the lab.<br/><br/><span style="font-style: italic">*Beep*<br/><br/>*Beep*<br/><br/>*Beep*<br/></span><br/>It repeated, until a scientist of higher status came over to her side. The scientist, whom was known simply as Cassandra, begins to check on the girl, who still did not move. Cassandra was making sure that the being was ready for representation, not wanting anything to go wrong. That would be a disaster, considering that this was probably the most dangerous being that they'd ever created. They were all top notch, but the one laying in the bed was Cassandra's favorite. Deeming that everything was alright, she leans down, pressing a button on the side of the bed she was laying on, and speaking to her.<br/><br/>"Biological Weapon RA271BWSC000: Commence secondary and primary start up modes. Standard function procedure command: Start. It's time to wake up Sting. Rise and shine. It's your day."<br/><br/>At this command, the girl referred to as 'Sting' opens her eyes, revealing glowing neon green, reminding one of radioactive waste. The two black horn like objects fixed to the upper part of her head set slightly to the side begin to glow around the edge, the same green as her eyes. Sitting up, she carefully gets up off of where she had been laying, and once standing, a series of numbers flash across her eyes, much like something a computer might do as it were starting up. She then looks at Cassandra, a blank expression on her face.<br/><br/><span style="color: #BFFF40">"Good morning Cassandra. Is it another day of training? I am ready and feel quite well."</span>Her voice was a monotone, with no emotion in it at all. At this question, Cassandra shakes her head, and motions for Sting to walk beside her, which she does right away.<br/><br/>"No, today you are to meet with someone from the military. Special Ops I do believe. From there, you are going to work with them to get training in the field, so you can be the ultimate weapon. Do you understand?" Cassandra looks at Sting, waiting for the girl to answer.<br/><br/><span style="color: #BFFF40">"Yes. I understand. My orders are to go and meet this person, and then train. Any other orders?"</span>Her footsteps echo slightly as they step out in the hallway, as she was equipped in her usual outfit, her feet coming to pointed tips, which she balanced on quite easily; the only piece that was missing was her combat gear. The doctor says no, that was all there was to it, and they arrive in a plain room. Cassandra tells Sting to wait there, and leaves, so that she was by herself, though truly not alone, as there were cameras fixed on her from every corner, just in case something went wrong.<br/><br/>She stood perfectly still, almost appearing to be like a mannequin, waiting for her next set of orders. The sound of feet coming nearer to the room could be heard, and after a moment, the hissing of the door opening signaled the people's arrival. Even so, she does not move, instead stares on ahead.<br/><br/>"Well, this is it. Meet RA271BWSC000. We like to shorten it to Raz, and apparently the others in the lab who are directly in contact with her on a daily basis call her Sting." Dr. Rose looks over at Raz, or Sting, and speaks directly to her this time. "Raz, this is Agent Botrum. You will be working with him next, do you understand?"<br/><br/>Raz looks at the man who was standing with Dr. Rose, not blinking once.<span style="color: #BFFF40">"Yes, I understand."</span>Only then does she move, stepping forward, but does not come too close. Her 'horns' pulsate gently, along with the bit of green upon the black piece that was placed on her waist, much like a corset.<br/><br/>Dr. Rose then looks at Botrum, speaking again. "I bet you're rather surprised. Something like her is brand new to your eyes. But believe me, she's real. Now, you gotta be careful when handlin' her, or you're gonna have a few issues. When she's fully equipped, you better make sure that you don't touch her weapons. Raz is what one might call a biochemical weapon, and even if she might be an ally, that doesn't mean you're safe from what's inside her. But you needn't worry about being harmed, before all that happens we'll give you a shot that is filled with anti-bodies to counter the radiation she gives off. Is there anything you want to ask Raz herself? Just warning you now her answers might be a bit...blunt. If there is something she can not answer, I'll try answering for her as best I can. Then, when we're done here, you can ask me anything you want."<br/><br/>As Dr. Rose as talking, Raz was staring blankly at the stranger, whom was called Botrum. Not once did she blink her glowing green eyes, or move an inch. Her black gloved hands lay at her sides, and once more she looked as if she were just some sort of doll. The only thing that was moving were numbers across her eyes, as she accessed databases to find more information about the man standing in front of her, quickly downloading anything that she might find.