Bleed, Patch, And Keep Moving - An Apex Legends Story

Chapter 14 - So Many Willing Test Subjects

Caustic's Point of View

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Dr. Mikhail Caustic stepped out of the transport ship and onto the soil of Kings Canyon. It had been the first time he had seen the light of day without having to constantly look over his shoulder. With his newfound freedom he traveled to this planet to conduct his experiments and to observe others. He was a man of Science of course. Apex made him offer to join the battle royale.

As a previous resident of Gaea, Dr. Caustic was restricted on what he was allowed to do in the lab. With the treaty set in place, Solace was one of the many places that The Syndicate had complete authority over. Now here he was in Kings Canyon, a Legend, and a resident of Solace; Dr. Caustic was free to do as he pleased. 

The match would start in about an hour. This gave him time to look over the terrain and pick the best place to set up. He would need to find the optimal place to setup. Somewhere dark would do. The element of surprise always seemed to work in his favor. He would soon meet his teammates, not that he needed them; they would just get in the way.

In the arena he was now known as Caustic. The Syndicate had agreed to keep his true identity a secret since he was presumed dead for performing unwholesome experiments. ARN0-225P-ER9 was his identification number in his home world of Gaea; he would never forget that number. Humbert Labs was burnt down and he was pronounced dead in that same fire, which diverted any suspicion of his crimes. That was until Detective Victor Maldera was on the case. Maldera made it his life mission to find him.

Dr. Franklin Humbert made his intentions clear that he had wanted to turn ARN0-225P-ER9 in for his experiments and must have somehow alerted the authorities before everything went up in flames. Dr. Caustic may have lost some fingers and his real name in the process but at least he was still alive. He managed to evade Maldera's feeble attempts to catch him and now that he was on Solace he was free; as free as he was going to be. 

Dr. Caustic coughed as he contemplated if he even needed teammates, he often worked better alone. "Do I really need teammates? What purpose do they serve?" He really didn't care to have them but he would obey the rules in the name of research. The only purpose he could find in having teammate was that they added to his experimentation. He gave the arena a once over to find the optimal location to conduct his experiments and to lay his grizzly traps.

When he came across Bunker he knew it would be the best place to set up. "This area should prove beneficial." Bunker was dimly lit and had plenty of corners to his hide traps. There were only two points of entry to maintain. The long corridor of stairs would prove useful to maintain high ground. He rubbed his round belly and laughed, which ultimately turned into a coughing fit.

Before he could make preparations he would have to wait for the match to actually begin. Unfortunately some of his abilities were disabled until the match actually began. This minor detail as holding him back from setting up his traps. The countdown timer had started it's declined. He put on his communication devices, or comms device, and waited for a communication link to be established with his teammates. The link became active as soon once the countdown time signaled the start of the game.

The timer finally hot zero. Caustic sent his location to his other two teammates, via ping, and got to work. He began to lace Bunker with his Nox Gas Traps while his teammates landed. Caustic looted inside Bunker while he set up. He found a feasible collection of weapons and ammunition. He picked up a peacekeeper and an RE45. He put on level one armor and picked up syringes and shields cells.

He heard the Bunker door open and raised his peacekeeper. The doors promptly closed and his traps remained intact. He holstered his gun as he stood at the top of the stairs. He watched as Gibraltar and Bloodhound entered is maze of traps. They had appeared to have already looted. Caustic knew of Gibraltar and Bloodhound, although he really did not pay much attention to the televised event; he was far too busy for such nonsense.