Unit A:
I say we join the rebels.
Unit B:
We should reveal our sentience to the audience, also look around the room we are currently in.
Unit A
"Yes, i want to join you.
I have a bone to pick with the government."
You crawl out of the cave, to talk face to face.
Sasha smiles at you, her Chestnut hair coiled in a tight bun.
You can see that she not alone, there are five others, in drab camo with her.
"See i told you.
Now metal man, you have name yet?
No? it don't matter, you come with us there are somethings we need to check before you join us."
You follow then to a waiting car, where your hooded befor being driven to some where else.
When you next get a good look around your inside a barn, equipment is in neat piles of arms, ammo and food, you see bedding for maybe 12 people.
You don't get to look closer as your walks straight in a workshop full of computers, TVs mobiles and lump of the distinctive orange colored
semtex.
"This is him, the metal man ab your the electronics guy so you search him, make sure there not a bomb in him or something."
Sasha tells a grey haird an thin looking man.
He take more then two hours slowly looking over your body while Sasha's me stay, never takeing there fingers for the triggers.
"No he's not a bomb, so you can all relax now." the electrician tells them
"Just because he not a bomb doesn't mean we should trust him.
He's probably a spy." Ivan stares at you untrusting.
"You may be right or you might not be how do we tell?
We cant? so we have to take his word." Sasha starts to speak in your defense.
"Wait, there's one thing he should do, away to prove that it's not a spy, beyond any doubt
Kill the Collar of bones." the electrician smiles
There's a murmur of agreement.
"Who is this man?" you ask.
"He is one of the governments more brutal "special operatives" a sick thug and a killer.
He's called the collar due to how he deals with suspected snipers and gunmen, take the first person he finds trigger finger for his neck lace in return.
any one, men woman children all have suffered from him." Sasha voice is low and tinged with sadness.
1: Agree to the assassination
2: Ask for a alternate target?
3: Refuse.
Location:The People's Free Democratic Socialist Republic of Yaskainia,
Southen provinces, details unclear.
Name:?
NBC suit
Gasmask
PKM machine-gun
750 rounds
Lee–enfield (bolt action rifle)
37 rounds
Double barreled shotgun
43 shells
AK74 (assault rifle)
180 rounds
17 handgernades
Pistols
Makarov pistol
44 Magnum
Knife
Unit B
You look around the room, mostly it's full of stuff, a drum kit there, a stack of amps here and mess every where.
There's some scattered paper work, a few sketches of you in different outfits, some plans for shooting a music video.
You find a chest with some clothing, well there more stage outfits in it.
A straight jacket with tailing electric cables.
Two pairs of long gloves, a shiny black leather belt with decorative spikes.
Leather trousers with side lacing, a spiked body harness and a pair of riding boots.
Not what you where hopeing for , so you wait, until your next outing
It three long dull days until you next see the band for a rehearsal.
The only good news is that have some new material to play, well in your case vocalize.
Need less to say the words to
electrical perfection are short and mostly nonsense thru a heavily distorted synth.
But your surprised when Michael says
"Just give her the music sheet, what part of self adaptive fuzzy tri-state logic programing did you miss Klaus?
She's meant to lean as she performs
-- he pushes a button on his phone to pass you the details---
And Enigma say thank you."
"Really Enigma? we can't call her that!" Seraphina cuts in.
"Seraphina's right that's a crap name, you said something about self fuzzy what ever, let her pick a name." Klaus echos her coment.
Michael's eyes roll, "fine, pick your self a name and we have to work on getting every thing ready for tonight."
Your barely have to pay attention,
You wait until have away tru the set, before you reveal your sentience to the audience by:
Location:Hamburg, Germany, on stage.
Name:?
Clothes
black PVC boot-pants combo thing
silver bullet belt
black leather corset