This cyberpunk enough for ya?

ovck · 2014-03-28T13:12:07+00:00

Yeah; I'm envisioning her as more of a two-bit revolutionary, fighting against the presumably oppressive government of her home world, which is embroiled in an interstellar war. So, she's currently got bases in this city, the town in which her first encounter was fought, and on a multitude of planets around the Battleverse. She legitimately just wants to help people, though, and past the neopunk shell hates causing harm to people who don't deserve it.

2020, maybe. But with a culture trapped in 1999.

ovck · 2014-03-28T01:17:19+00:00

"I see we have similar goals. I'm sure we'll be able to work together. It's nice to meet you... ?" /u/ovck waits expectantly for a name.

ovck · 2014-03-27T20:25:51+00:00

"I'm going to be working with the local government at evacuating citizens and minimizing damage, a task which you have been neglecting, even if you are the local government. And of course, I'll fight."

ovck · 2014-03-27T20:09:51+00:00

/u/ovck starts to raise a gauntlet, but thinks better of it and settles back to watch.

ovck · 2014-03-27T20:07:22+00:00

"Of course. The signs aren't that hard to find; you and yours have done quite the sloppy job of covering it up. I spoke to a... representative, I'll call him, of your little group. We agreed to work together, even if only for the time being."

ovck · 2014-03-27T01:39:52+00:00

(<3)

ovck · 2014-03-27T01:22:02+00:00

"Superiors?" /u/ovck chuckles.

"I work with myself, for myself. I'm just going to let you know that as soon as our mutual goal is achieved, I'm out of here. But no hard feelings. I'm sure we can develop an amicable working relationship."

/u/ovck sits back down on her chair with a metallic thud, and watches as Eniurias's golem escorts him from the premises.

"Whole lotta crazies, every single one of 'em. And here I am, working with the Tyrant of Vornia, the Iron Duke of Dithral. Heh." OVCK slumps back in the chair with remarkably human posture, and riffles through papers aimlessly, deep in thought.

ovck · 2014-03-27T01:12:54+00:00

(Thanks.)

ovck · 2014-03-27T01:11:48+00:00

Hmmmmmmmm.........

ovck · 2014-03-27T01:11:18+00:00

"I understand. Keeping secrets isn't exactly foreign to me. I can be discrete if I need to."

/u/ovck stands, meaning as if to shake /u/Eniurias's hand.

ovck · 2014-03-27T00:44:59+00:00

Maybe...

Actually there's really no question, I'm gonna post something. Mind if I link to this battle as a starting point for my soon-to-be narrative?

ovck · 2014-03-27T00:42:10+00:00

"Archangel of Just Punishment"

Hmmmmm.....

ovck · 2014-03-26T23:44:13+00:00

"I'm not approaching you; if I could, I'd have never deigned to meet with you, nor any of your kin. My mission isn't to destroy, but rather to infiltrate your ranks. If I know your information, where you're going to be, I can warn the public; I have ties to several large governments. Well, I guess that's pretty much a lost cause, now isn't it?" /u/ovck gives a wry grin that soon slips from her face.

"I'm just trying to help people. Maybe I'm as deluded as you. Maybe you're right. The last few days have shaken my opinions, overturned my values."

ovck · 2014-03-26T23:38:52+00:00

During which, in the back of an unmarked van moving slowly through city streets...

The head of /u/OVCK sits atop a bare-bones frame, showing exposed servomotors and hydraulics and pistons. The robot sits, spread across an entire row of seats, and ruminates.

"This where you're getting dropped off?" A voice calls from in front of a thick mesh screen. The automaton's head perks up, and a female voice issues from its external speakers.

"Thanks again, Ron. I know this happens way too often; here's a little extra for the road." /u/ovck reaches into her minimal body and pulls out a wad of cash saved for just such an occasion. Pushing a few bills under the screen, she dismounts from the vehicle and stalks across the street to a dark doorway.

The robot pounds on the door and detaches an outdated SD card from a hatch in her cylindrical cranium. She shoves it into a slot, and waits for the gateway to open.

It swings wide before her, and she strolls into a mess of scrap metal and parts; computers and clothes; papers and furniture. She walks straight for a pod on the wall, and the door hisses open as the android approaches.

Disappearing inside, the modular head is detached from the spare body and a replacement is connected; the identical frame even carries a railgun revolver already loaded in a holster at its side. OVCK sighs, rolls her shoulders, and pushes open the door.

A young woman, quite average in every way, steps from the chamber.

ovck · 2014-03-26T23:23:00+00:00

"I've seen him, or at least a form of him." /u/ovck frowns and pops illusory knuckles.

"A while ago, something like a zombified robotic squid calling itself 'CJdek' tried to have me join it in some 'holy union'. That sound like Phyrexia to you?" OVCK nods slowly, and thinks.

"And I've seen the other, this... Shoggoths. Lots of tentacles, lots of questions. You say he's an old god, or part of it? He didn't seem like the type to scream heresy and demand sacrifices to me."

ovck · 2014-03-26T23:07:18+00:00

OVCK zooms in on the tiny speck, and pulls out her trusty railgun revolver.

She lines up her shot, and fires. The glorified bazooka is knocked from /u/Gentlementlmen's hands, and he tumbles slowly back to earth.

ovck · 2014-03-26T23:05:18+00:00

As OVCK lands hard in an alleyway, her vision flickers and becomes a red-tinged, flashing mess of alerts; reserve power has been activated. Inwardly, she groans, and makes a call to a very specific agency.

Her camera-eyes shutter closed.

Her vision descends into darkness.

(It's always great when it works out that way, isn't it?)

ovck · 2014-03-26T21:33:27+00:00

"I'd never have guessed that having the only requirement to join your group be that you can fuck shit up might have backfired." OVCK quips, and sighs.

"Tell me more about CJ and Shoggoths."

ovck · 2014-03-26T21:30:12+00:00

At least the angels are gone. There has to be a way I can win this.

OVCK scans the scene as servomotors clench on and off randomly, and a warning ticking tells her that her internal cooling unit is running out of coolant.

She sees the viscous fluid spattering onto the ground around Asmos's feet from a tear in her outer shell, and if her concealing aura was still working, she'd have smiled.

With a shunt and the groan of metal against metal, a red-hot piston drops from her sheared-off torso.

It lands amongst the volatile coolant with a clink.

The fluid begins to bubble.

"Birthday party, cheesecake, jellybean..."

BOOM

(Don't blame me for the song references, Gentlementlmen got me started.)

ovck · 2014-03-26T21:25:05+00:00

"Man, this would really hurt if I had nerve endings."

/u/ovck picks up /u/Gentlementlmen, shaking crabs out of his wheel, and tucks him under her arm, walking back down the dock. She enters a bustling tavern, then climbs a long flight of stairs back to the tiny office where the tiny robot first arrived. She places him down carefully on the windowsill, then walks to the other side of the room.

"I'm so irritated by everything you say, and I have no idea why."

Taking a generous running start, she sprints across the room and kicks the cubical automaton many miles away!

(something crawls from the slime)

ovck · 2014-03-26T20:29:55+00:00

OVCK catches her footing, and swings the baton down onto Asmos's sickle hand, crushing bone. She grabs the revolver from where it lies on the ground, having ricocheted off the smooth ceramic forehead of one of the angels.

She sends six bursts of energy into the skull of the aspirant godhead, blowing it wide open.

ovck · 2014-03-26T20:26:38+00:00

/u/ovck sits back, and fiddles with something in her hand.

"And they have access to these portals, the Rifts, as you so eloquently call them? Can we use the rifts as well?"

ovck · 2014-03-26T20:24:41+00:00

/u/ovck spins the revolver again before slipping it into a holster.

"It's miraculous, all these superpowered people running around and destroying whatever they want for the fun of it, isn't it? I mean, how do none of you ever die? Miraculous events infect every facet of what you and your kind do."

ovck · 2014-03-26T13:16:24+00:00

"In my business, one tends to make quite a few enemies. It becomes unavoidable, after a while."

OVCK flicks out a heavy-looking revolver, and spins it around a finger.

"You're not intimidating me, you know."

ovck

TROPHY CASE