In the city of Matan, a chemical scientist is kidnapped by anarchists bent on destroying all sense of order in the world. They force the scientist to make Pandorax, which splits Matan into three distircts ; Tavan, Kavan and Savan. From the Pandora...
Leon watched five men unload a truck, sitting on a bridge edge and looking down onto a shipping yard. He looked around, noting the four armed guards. He noted that they had basic Kalashnikov AK-12 rifles.
Leon took out a Full Bottle with a bat on it, taking out a rifle-like weapon aswell. As he was about to go to work, his ear buzzed as someone contacted him via his earcomm. He heard ranting, recognizing it as his old school friend, Thomas Offton. He tapped his earcomm, making sure they could hear his voice as he coughed to show he was there.
" Leon. Remember not to be too tough on these guys, alright? They're human, just like us. You don't have to be a pacifist, but just make sure you don't get anyone killed." Thomas said, Leon chuckling. He looked at the Transteam Gun and the Bat Full Bottle, both made by Thomas.
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" Y'know, for making me these toys, you're the last guy to talk about being a pacifist. Besides, you know I'd never hurt these guys. " Leon said, stepping into the bridge's shadow
Minutes later, a figure dropped into the shipping yard. He swiftly took out two of the guards, knocking them both unconscious. The other two guards turned, aiming their rifles at him. The figure stepped into the light, aiming the Transteam Gun.
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He took out a small, white pistol in his free hand, blasting them both with energy, the energy forming chains around both of them. Leon smirked, tapping his helmet. " So. We're still going with the nicknames? " Leon asked, awaiting Thomas's response. " Yep. Now get to work, Nightrogue. " Thomas said, Leon scoffing. " Gotcha, Bloodstark. ".
Leon ran among shipping crates, sliding the white pistol into the Transteam Rifle, making it go to it's full length. As he snuck among crates, he found many workers sitting and smoking. He left most alone, a few seeming curious and getting shocked into unconsciousness for their trouble.
Leon reached one of the last rows of crates, taking out a small pad and setting it on the crate. He tapped his helmet again, syncing his audio with Thomas. " I've tagged the Pandorax sample. What now? " Leon asked, hearing a crying child in the background. " Really? You brought Benny with you into the trailer? " Leon joked, Thomas laughing.
" He's taken a liking to this trailer, y'know. Anyways, just get out of there. As long as we have the sample tracked, we can find out where Faust is planning to go. " Thomas said, Leon noticing a small opening in the crate. He clicked off the syncing with Thomas, walking to the crack and looking inside.
His visor was filled with a multitude of colors, Leon going onto his back and the audio clicking back on as he panted. Thomas heard alarms over the radio, hearing Leon panting. " Leon! Get up! You gotta get out of there! " Thomas yelled, Leon giving no response. As the radio clicked off, Thomas slammed his hand onto the desk.
Leon was dragged through the shipping yard by three workers, a man stepping out of a yard office, looking down at him. " He looks...interesting. Send him to Professor Rick. " The man said, the soldiers continuing to drag him towards a truck.
8/17/05
Leon sat up in his prison bunk, covered in needle marks and only having a pair of pants on. Leon looked around his cell, seeing his three prison mates asleep. Leon ran his hand over the cuts on his arm from his aggressive prison mates, remembering what they said about him.
He looked under his own pillow, finding a razor blade he had kept hidden. He grabbed it, stepping out of bed and looking out of the prison window, seeing that it was still night. He looked at the prison mates, then at the blade. He closed his eyes, and lunged at the nearest sleeping body.
1/1/08
A man sat at a desk, looking at a picture of Leon in a prison jumpsuit. He tapped the picture, looking at a man in a suit and tie. The man at the desk wore a suit and tie aswell, his face hidden by a blank mask. He looked at the photo again, gasping in recognition.
" Ah yes. The man who referred to himself as Night Rogue. The one we had to remove those cybernetics from so he couldn't use that gun of his. Moved to permanent solitary for the murder of Jordan Kril, Mike Riozani and Luke Luzzitan. Three of his prison mates known for...aggressive acts. " The man said, his voice distorted. He looked over at the second man.
" Could we interest him to join us? I've been examining the Full Bottle he brought in...he'd be able to bring in the maker, correct? " The masked man asked, the second man nodding. He tapped a button on his desk, lowering his face to it. " Bring him up. " The man asked, leaning back as he heard a door open, a guard walking in with Leon by the arm.
The guard set Leon in the seat, standing by the door. " Thank you for remaining, sir. I do hope that we won't need you to remain here, but I cannot be sure with this man's...record of negotiation. " The man said, the guard nodding silently.
Leon and the man looked at each other. " No member of your little organization has come for you, Night. You are forgotten. " The man said, Leon spitting at him. " You really think that'll turn me like some dumb movie cliché? You're wrong bucko. " Leon smirked, the man sighing.
" Doctor? " The masked man asked, the suited man stepping forward and taking out a metal vial. He held it out to Leon, opening the cap as a multitude of colors went into his eyes again, Leon screaming.
2/20/10
Leon marched towards a familiar house, hearing a child laughing from inside. He looked at the soldiers with him, looking at the house again. He smirked, remembering the vigorous training that Faust had given him. He walked forward, knocking on the door and holding out the Transteam Pistol. As the door opened, his mind told him that it was bad. That he should turn and shoot the soldiers. But all he could do was attack his old friend infront of him.
