Kritikal Krysis

Prologue

Neon lights flickered on and illuminated the barren streets as rain poured down from the darkened clouds above. Puddles of water filled the streets and sidewalks while the tainted smell of industrial smoke reeked in the air. The sound of distant feet could be heard through the pouring rain. The sound grew louder and louder, as it approached more closer. A metallic boot stomped through one of the puddles, water splashing from the heavy step. The figure ran through the street, making a turn into a nearby alley as he heard the sound of digital, electronic voices drawing closer from in front of them and from behind.
They dived behind a waste dumpster as a whirring sound approached closer, heavy steps of metal on stone approaching closer. An odd, scanning noise soon followed as a light shined down the alley. The figure took low,  heavy-filtered breaths as they hid in the shadows behind the waste dumpster. The light soon vanished and the darkness quickly returned, devouring everything in the alley. The figure, with a right hand over their left arm, peered around the corner of their hiding place.
    Standing on the street, an eight foot tall X-20 Exo-Droid scanned the perimeter, shining the light from it’s visor. In its right arm, it carried a FCS-Rifle and in its left, it dragged the corpse of a male human with cybernetic prosthetics. Blood bled through the fabric of his clothing from the holes blasted through his chest. The scarlet-red blood flowed with the water of the rain, disappearing into the drains on the street, erasing the blood trail and leaving behind no trace. The figure ducked back behind the garbage bin, chills running down their spine.
Nothing but rain could be heard for several seemingly long moments, until the sound of heavy metal steps began, signaling that the Exo-Droid was moving on. The sound of metal against stone grew more distant in the rain until it disappeared from hearing range. The figure waited for several more minutes to assure their safety, before they finally stood up and stepped into the light of the street.
The figure was that of a male cyborg, wearing a black, leather jacket and pants, joined by metallic boots and gloves. He wore a strange helmet over his head, which filtered his voice and breathing as if he were a true synthetic. A large, purple-tinted visor glowed softly along with the neon lights surrounding him. Beneath the helmet, the HUD (Heads Up Display) systems built into his eyes popped up in his vision, warning him of an increase in heart rate above average. Ignoring the warning, he simply deleted it and looked to his surroundings. He turned to his left and began proceeding back the way he came, in hopes that the patrols have passed on. His hopes were soon gone in a matter of seconds, as the butt of a gun knocked him in the back, forcing him to fall to the ground.
The male cyborg shouted out in pain, as his back throbbed violently as if a hot iron was pressed against his skin. Kneeling to the ground with their face looking down, he heard an odd hissing noise and soon saw heavy-duty military boots appear before him. Looking up his attacker, his mind went blank as soon as they saw who it was. The attacker was equipped with heavy-duty military armor from head to toe, not showing a single speck of skin. In his arms, he carried a K-SP Battle Rifle, heavily customized and designed than the standard ones available to the officers.
With a low and filtered voice, the cyborg muttered; “Commander Sting… Lead Commander of the Devoran Sector Security.” From his point of view, the HUD scanned Sting and displayed his personal information available.

Name: Unknown
Alias: “Sting”
Age: Thirty-Nine
Height: 6’11”
Weight:  268 LBS
Kill Record: 94,252

Sting chuckled as he knelt down to the cyborg. Through the Radiation Helmet he wore, his voice was also filtered and synthetic-like. “It’s good to see that you still remember me, Zyphus. What has it been? Several months since we last encountered one another? What a coincidence to find you here in Neo-Tokyo of all places. As I can already see, you’re still on the run from the crimes you’ve committed, criminal.”
Zyphus grumbled to himself before responding to Sting.
“I prefer the term: ‘Wizard.’ Nobody has respect for the ancients and our ancestors before us… And I can assure you that my crimes were with good thought and reason, for I don’t commit such acts without those things.”
“They won’t do you good when greeted to the High Council. The cat and mouse chase ends here. Be prepared for a long prison sentence, you God damn machine.”
At that moment, Sting rose to his feet and and spoke to a comm device built into his helmet. “The criminal has been compromised. Requesting for backup patrol units… Over.” He then changed the ammunition type of his rifle from solid bullets to stun rounds. He took aim to the chest of Zyphus and pulled the trigger. An electric shock round began to course throughout the body of the cyborg, electricity running through as the sound of sparks and painful screams filled the street. The sound of patrol units soon followed as the sirens approached closer and closer.