Made Perfection (Darius Fallenstar and Skekfaer)
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				Title: <strong>Made Perfection (Darius Fallenstar and Skekfaer)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Dariusfallenstar</strong> on <strong>23-07-2012, 10:00:47</strong>
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				<div align="center"><span style="font-size: 12pt;" class="bbc_size">Made Perfection </span></div><br><strong>Featuring </strong>: <strong> Darius Fallenstar </strong>as <strong>Olin Fray </strong>and&nbsp; <strong> Skekfaer</strong> as <strong> X </strong><br><br><strong>Setting:</strong> 2250.<br>The future was neither as bright nor as awful as many predicted. While the polar ice caps did melt, and the ozone layer eventually eroded away, men were able to adapt with technology. Huge energy shields covered cities, creating areas of gray, eternal half-night. The flushing of the oceans destroyed huge sources of food and much of the planet’s oxygen supplying algae, but men affixed massive water-powered turbines beneath the waves to free oxygen from the water, thus balancing out that atrocity. The shortage of food caused problems, but a few disastrous wars mitigated even that. <br><br>Unfortunately, governments did not survive the changing climate; like today, they simply were not fast enough on their feet to address the specific needs of an ever-growing population. Corporations became de facto ruling houses, each with special facilities and incentives for their employees to remain loyal. Cities were corporate-sponsored; towns were business-owned. And, above it all, science became the master of the day. Secrets of nanotechnology, of space-travel – those became the stock in trade between the mega-corporations. <br><br>Each of the mega-corporations did their best to diversify; Sony led entertainment, still – with virtual enhancements, brain-endowments, HUDs for the mind, complete with military applications; NASA – now privatized – governed space exploration and had even managed to create a propulsion drive that allowed space ships to explore the nearby galaxy in a fraction of the time (Mars took a few hours, the moon minutes, etc). The nanotechnology that helped NASA create space stations and colonies on Mars and significant meteorites belonged to Sayo. Other companies had similar psudo-monopolies. Of course, each had their competitors, and no one company was so specialized that it didn’t try to steal the secrets from the other. <br><br>Without government to oversee the interactions, the corporations governed themselves with their own private security elite, Special Forces – augmented soldiers with few morals. There were few real laws – no scientists could be targeted for any type of violence (it hurt the entire human race if those were removed), no families – no civilians. Kidnappings were fine, as was blackmail – those were reasonable actions, but the murder of important minds was entirely disallowed. Anything else was essentially open for grabs. Of course, anyone not part of a big corporation was…entirely open for grabs. Scientists regularly had their families kidnapped, ransomed against them – and so forth. The good news was that the mega-corporations had medicine and technology hundreds of years more advanced than they would have otherwise been – since it was to the benefit of the companies to protect their people and to create augmentations that could help people survive, there was less itineration and more next-generation creativity. <br><br>Cancer? It had been a hundred years ago, right after the end of the first Starvation War. A single pill did it. It didn’t stop radiation mutation for those who lived out in the wastes – the unprotected areas outside of the cities, but it kept people (the survivors) alive. Other technology was equally advanced, though the details of specific tech was hush-hush; if one mercenary had arms that could launch missiles, people assumed he worked for the Sayo corporation – but he wouldn’t admit it; nor would anyone be surprised if those missiles also released bio-chemicals that ate skin into mush in a few seconds flat. Military advancements were always the easiest. <br><br>The only areas of the world free of corporate influence were the wastes. Unprotected, undisciplined, and wild – the wastes were home to mutants, rogue scientists, and Mafioso types who claimed small domains of their own, stealing whatever technology or facilities they could from the cities. Rumor had it that many of these types were funded by the corporations, given supplies to run raids against competitors – but no one would admit it. <br><br>Somewhere between the world of the wastes and the corporate armies were the mercenaries. Unofficial members of Special Forces – Outlaws – people who could get jobs done in the wastes and in the cities – mercenaries weren’t simple killers (though they were at that) – they could be semi-rogue scientists, curriers, etc.&nbsp; &nbsp;The best mercenaries – those who survived long enough to get real corporate contacts, often became the proud owners of the latest, top-of-the-line (or near top-of-the-line) bio-enhancements – anything from cybernetic implants to real DNA-altering mechanoids that made humans into…something else. Naturally, the procedures were extremely proprietary, prone to self-destruction if investigated by a rival company – and corporations weren’t likely to give upgrades to a mercenary who had too many upgrades from a rival. It made the whole…negotiation process quite dangerous, especially for the greediest mercenaries. And like tattoos, enhancements were addictive. As was the danger. <br><br><strong>Erotic Elements:</strong> “Made Perfection” includes no intrinsic elements of eroticism beyond the setting. However, the setting itself offers a milieu of options. <br><br><strong>Fetishes Explored:</strong> Various sci-fi themes, including making the perfect person, adding training, addiction, and deeply psychological elements to the mix. Expect no anal, limited NC, and nothing to do with poop.&nbsp; <br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Made Perfection (Darius Fallenstar and Skekfaer)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Dariusfallenstar</strong> on <strong>23-07-2012, 10:01:08</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://[url=http://i945.photobucket.com/albums/ad295/Dariusfallenstar/1298337080169-1.jpg]http://i945.photobucket.com/albums/ad295/Dariusfallenstar/1298337080169-1.jpg[/url])</div><br>The owner of Fray Tower, Olin, stood in a meeting room all too far away from his private laboratory, where all of his greatest work was done. The suit wrapping around his science-perfected physique, all rolling sensuous muscle carved to exacting standards, was worth a fortune yet his stance showed absolutely no concern for it at all. His eyes, remorseless, flat and void of anything resembling standard human morality gleamed from his face, bright with alien intelligence.<br><br>“What do you mean the Takashimi corporation is moving in a military stance against us?” Olin asked, his words precise and utterly without accent.<br><br>A man, all muscle and bulk with body armor on him heavy enough to crush a small car, matte black everywhere, guns protruding from various holsters and niches, and nearly a clone of half a dozen other sentinels standing in a line in front of Olin, responded. “Takashimi is, according to our spies, pushing their espionage division, concentrating on military solutions.”<br><br>Olin nearly snarled, but held back. Instead, his lip curled distastefully, “What, no more whores disguised as innocent schoolgirls to intercept me on the way to the office? I fucking moved into the tower to avoid this bullshit. Now they are going to send strippers down the edges of the tower and break in?”<br><br>None of the men so much as snorted at Olin’s jibes. “No sir. We expect something far more direct, and perhaps aimed at our own people.”<br><br>Exhaling smoothly, Olin nodded, the motion more liquid than natural humans could replicate. “This was not unanticipated. We have a volunteer for my next round of experiments. I’ll send for her and we’ll begin counter measures immediately. In the meantime, assign additional staff to guard key members of the organization and expand our agents' freedoms. Hire more, if you need to. I want so many hackers working against them that they can’t afford to look in my direction, is that clear?”<br><br>One of the men, a different one than the original speaker, grunted. Both men’s voice boxes had been altered to sound exactly alike, so it came out in the precise register as the first. As one, the group of men turned and left. <br><br>Once he was alone, Olin moved to his desk and pushed a button, summoning the secretary. “Ms. Jarvis, call the woman who volunteered carte blanche. The one I told you to keep on file. Invite her to the tower. Immediately.”<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Made Perfection (Darius Fallenstar and Skekfaer)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Skekfaer</strong> on <strong>23-07-2012, 21:19:56</strong>
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				It rang with a dull clank as the nondescript can of processed food fell from the counter. Upon the tiled floor it rocked gently before coming to a complete rest. By then a colorful string of insults had already erupted from her mouth. <br><br>She buckled against the counter. A long, slow hiss came from her bared lips. Her hands and arms clawed into countertop desperately trying to keep herself from falling. Panting and sighing the lids retreated over her eyeballs. <br>One of her legs still supported her but the other visibly embraced by metal bracers and pins running throughout her flesh was useless and laid aside. No weight of her body dared rest on it lest she'd cry out again in pain and agony. <br>Teary and quivering eyes glanced over to the can. The black pupils contracted, allowing the vibrant blue irises to shine. <br><br>"Oh fuck it!" her growling voice roared through the kitchen as she leered towards the can that laid still upon the ground.<br>Wildly the woman grabbed for the cane that was placed behind her, against a table made out of various plastics to give that cheap vibe off it did now. With her weight now shared over a good leg and the wooden stick she made her way out of the kitchen. Visibly in pain but never did she so much as hiss or flinch due to it. <br><br>It was only after a harrowing walk that the woman managed to slump into a couch where she laid the cane aside once more. <br>Her eyes fell again upon the dossiers upon her coffee table. She blinked slowly and looked away, not wanting to deal with that again. <br><br>One sheaf of papers was her diploma from the Military School. 'Hereby we decree Lucretia Sforza to have completed Military Academy and her training.' it said in elaborate writing at the bottom. Some more details regarded how she'd succeeded with an average score, not too good but not bad either. <br>Lucretia Sforza was indeed from Italian origin though that was in a long past. Not even her father had been born there and besides in a globalized world as it was now what did origins mean anyway? <br><br>The other bundle of papers was something entirely different. They were nicely kept inside a folded dossier. Upon it was Medical Dossier of L. Sforza printed. With permanent marker someone had written 'copy' underneath it. <br>It was there that her true tragedy was placed. <br>On a certain page of the numerous amount a fat, red stamp had been placed: unqualified for further duty. <br>She shuddered as she remembered the visual before her. How the thorny doctor with his big glasses had shrugged and scoffed before sending her out. The nurses had been a bit kinder with her even if it wasn't what the former mercenary had needed. <br><br>Indeed, the pathetic bit of human being now slouched over in her couch had been one of the many security agents/mercenaries that were distributed around the various scientific facilities. <br>With her long hair tangled and unkept, the small bags underneath her eyes and her hollow cheeks anyone would guess that she wasn't taking the best of care of herself and that the pain never subsided. The throbbing was always there, just waiting to suddenly erupt in pain. <br>Her clothes weren't that much better either. A white tank top that was crumpled and wrinkled at a side along with a pair of pajama pants of which one leg was cut off to allow the bracer to stay intact. <br><br>Motionless Lucretia sat there, the small of her hands dug within her eyesockets. It was only due to some vibration within one of the pockets of her pajama pants that she moved. Only releasing one hand from her face to grab a hold of the cellphone. She took it out and with a flick of her thumb she answered the call? <br>"Yes?" she croaked, evident that she was on the brim of crying. Lucretia felt no shame since she suspected it to be her mother or her brother, both of which weren't in the same country as herself but both liked to stay in touch, especially after what had happened. <br>It was not the squeaky voice of her mother nor the gravelly one of her brother that she received but a well-mannered feminine voice. <br>Lucretia's eyes wide as saucers she looked&nbsp; at the screen. In a fine, white print 'Fray Tower' she read. <br>"Yes, Lucretia Sforza." she said hastily as she reapplied the phone to her head. "Come over now? A spot free? I'll be there within the hour! Thank you!" <br>Her bad mood had been swiped off of her. Instead she had a giddy grin and shimmering eyes. This could possibly be the best day of her life. <br><br>As she had predicted an hour later she stood before the desk of a secretary. The little plaque placed before the woman told Lucretia that she was dealing with Ms. Jarvis. <br>In that little amount of time the woman seemed to have popped out of a cocoon. Her hair was no longer flopping around her head but was washed and neatly tucked into a high ponytail. Her hair becoming wavy at the tips, only adding to the volume of which she had perhaps even too much. <br>Her cheeks were still pale and hollow but with a minor stroke of kohl, some eyeshadow and mascara she had managed to make the bags under her eyes a little less noticeable. <br>Her clothing was a bit more decent now. For sentimental reasons she had donned her former uniform again. The wide sleeve of the trouser allowing for her bracer to sit under it while her torso was snugly wrapped in a khaki-green vest with underneath it another black tanktop. The many pockets within the vest as well as the stitchings and emblems upon her shoulders and back said enough about the status of it. <br>She was in luck that she didn't live too far from the Tower and that she had easy transportation there or else she might not have made it today.&nbsp; <br><br>"Excuse me?" she beckoned the woman on the other end of the desk. Lucretia smiled weakly, the pain not allowing for the beaming smile she had had before. "I am here for the appointment of the experiments… With Professor Fray?" 
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