Powerless - Role Play Thread

[Backbackback]

"Aren't you gonna come meet our superiors?", the Doctor asked with a private message.

"Eh, you do it..."

 

[BlackDarkness679]

"Lets get this shit over already..."

Says Roxanne

 

[Oliver_de_jesus]

The facilities were like a maze from Nick's point of view, the bright lights illuminated everything, several dozen people moved from point A to B, there were people talking as well as people moving erratically to take their wounded companion to the medical area, as the group entered the interception point the place seemed to become larger, while Nick moved like a lost child in the mall, the others moved naturally, this was a place that they learned almost to perfection, from level 0 to level 3121, and now? to finish delivering the physical report that had been requested, they would also have to debate what to do with Nick, the guy had lost any physical identification, legally people could say he was a machine, any kidnapping note in case he disappeared would be lowered to second priority, cybertization was a delicate subject in certain areas of the planet as well as the union of systems that was humanity, there was a limit in which a person could put mechanical implants, the reason for this were several, from the person's own well-being be affected by external influences such as a virus

As well as the improper use of cybernetics, there were hundreds of groups across this single planet that were cyber-enhanced with the sole purpose of being able to have a better opportunity to do what they want

Now another factor to take into account was the group itself, after what they had experienced some would have their own thoughts on the situation, as well as wanting to finish things left behind by this mission, so it was better to let the superiors find the best plan of action with Nick, the group arrived at the office of the guy they made contact with when they left for mondas, he was waiting for them

 

[AThe1412]

"Eh, you do it..."

"What's wrong? Need some rest?"

The facilities were like a maze from Nick's point of view, the bright lights illuminated everything, several dozen people moved from point A to B, there were people talking as well as people moving erratically to take their wounded companion to the medical area, as the group entered the interception point the place seemed to become larger, while Nick moved like a lost child in the mall, the others moved naturally, this was a place that they learned almost to perfection, from level 0 to level 3121, and now? to finish delivering the physical report that had been requested, they would also have to debate what to do with Nick, the guy had lost any physical identification, legally people could say he was a machine, any kidnapping note in case he disappeared would be lowered to second priority, cybertization was a delicate subject in certain areas of the planet as well as the union of systems that was humanity, there was a limit in which a person could put mechanical implants, the reason for this were several, from the person's own well-being be affected by external influences such as a virus

As well as the improper use of cybernetics, there were hundreds of groups across this single planet that were cyber-enhanced with the sole purpose of being able to have a better opportunity to do what they want

Now another factor to take into account was the group itself, after what they had experienced some would have their own thoughts on the situation, as well as wanting to finish things left behind by this mission, so it was better to let the superiors find the best plan of action with Nick, the group arrived at the office of the guy they made contact with when they left for mondas, he was waiting for them

The group was standing in front of the door leading into the office. Doc rang the doorbell and waited.

 

[BlackDarkness679]

The facilities were like a maze from Nick's point of view, the bright lights illuminated everything, several dozen people moved from point A to B, there were people talking as well as people moving erratically to take their wounded companion to the medical area, as the group entered the interception point the place seemed to become larger, while Nick moved like a lost child in the mall, the others moved naturally, this was a place that they learned almost to perfection, from level 0 to level 3121, and now? to finish delivering the physical report that had been requested, they would also have to debate what to do with Nick, the guy had lost any physical identification, legally people could say he was a machine, any kidnapping note in case he disappeared would be lowered to second priority, cybertization was a delicate subject in certain areas of the planet as well as the union of systems that was humanity, there was a limit in which a person could put mechanical implants, the reason for this were several, from the person's own well-being be affected by external influences such as a virus

As well as the improper use of cybernetics, there were hundreds of groups across this single planet that were cyber-enhanced with the sole purpose of being able to have a better opportunity to do what they want

Now another factor to take into account was the group itself, after what they had experienced some would have their own thoughts on the situation, as well as wanting to finish things left behind by this mission, so it was better to let the superiors find the best plan of action with Nick, the group arrived at the office of the guy they made contact with when they left for mondas, he was waiting for them

Roxanne sighs as she awaited for this to be done with, it was gonna be a long day

 

[Backbackback]

"What's wrong? Need some rest?"

"Nah, just feeling lazy. You go do it."

 

[Oliver_de_jesus]

"What's wrong? Need some rest?"

The group was standing in front of the door leading into the office. Doc rang the doorbell and waited.

They hear a person telling them that they "can come in" and when they enter

"Hey, do you want coffee?"

 

[BlackDarkness679]

"Im good, i would like to get straight to the point if possible sir"

Commented Roxanne upon getting in and getting asked the question

 

[Oliver_de_jesus]

(Bump?)

 

[AThe1412]

(I forgot that Doc is the only other character who can say anything right now)

They hear a person telling them that they "can come in" and when they enter

"Hey, do you want coffee?"

"Yeah. I'll have the usual.", he casually answered the man as if they had known each other for a while.

"Look who we've brought.", the Doctor said while gently placing a hand on Nick's shoulder.

 

[Oliver_de_jesus]

(I forgot that Doc is the only other character who can say anything right now)

"Yeah. I'll have the usual.", he casually answered the man as if they had known each other for a while.

"Look who we've brought.", the Doctor said while gently placing a hand on Nick's shoulder.

The man raised a single eyebrow at Nick, his expression unreadable, but his eyes were sharp—calculating. He scanned Nick with the practiced scrutiny of someone accustomed to sifting through layers of deception, looking for tells, inconsistencies, anything that might reveal a deeper truth. Was this meeting what it seemed? Or was it a quiet, unspoken declaration that the group had replaced Moon? His gaze lingered just long enough to be noticeable before he turned his attention to the metal figure that is Nick.

"Greetings," the metal-corpse says, his voice emanating confidence but insecurity was behind it, as if it were a paint to cover up self-doubts. "I'm Nikolai Shard."

Despite the mechanical filter in his voice, there was an unmistakable sense of presence behind it—something measured, deliberate. He wasn't just offering a name; he was establishing himself, staking a claim in the conversation before it could be dismissed.

The other man gave a small, approving nod, setting down a small stack of documents on the desk beside him before speaking. "Patrick Jane," he introduced himself, his tone as calm and practiced as a man who had given this introduction a hundred times before. "Advisor and administrator of the Delta team. I oversee their operations—assigning missions, processing their reports, and ensuring they are properly categorized before being forwarded to the base on the Moon, the one in Sol System. From there, they go either to the ethics council for review or directly to central command, depending on the nature of the findings."

He exhaled slightly, tapping a finger against the ceramic edge of his cup, then turned his gaze fully onto Nick and the group. There was an edge to his voice now, a shift from formality to something more pointed.

"That brings me to my next question," he continued, his tone just a fraction sharper. "What exactly are you planning by bringing a civilian into this?" A pause—just long enough for the weight of the question to settle. Then, with a faint smirk, he added, "Though, I suspect I already have an idea."

There was something unnerving about the way he spoke—like he wasn’t just gathering information, but confirming something he had already pieced together. He reached for a carafe of coffee without looking, pouring a cup for the Doctor, then another for Nick, setting them both down with the kind of absentminded precision that suggested he was always a step ahead of the conversation.

Nick blinked, surprised as he wrapped his hands around the warm cup. He hadn't said a word about wanting coffee. Hadn't even shifted in his seat or made a motion toward the carafe. And yet, Jane had known.

He studied the man across from him, suddenly more aware of the way Jane's eyes moved—not just looking, but observing. Reading. Calculating.

Nick swallowed, suddenly uncertain whether he was part of the conversation or just another piece on the board, already placed where Jane had expected him to be.

 

[BlackDarkness679]

"Mister Patrick, i would request Nikolai Shard to be allowed having some time off, what was experienced on the last mission was a life or death situation"

She adds further on shortly after

"It is deserved he is given such time, due to saving me more then once and being a great asset to the team overall, for somebody so valuable, it would be advised to receive the best conditions for their top conditions in the next missions"

 

[Oliver_de_jesus]

"Mister Patrick, i would request Nikolai Shard to be allowed having some time off, what was experienced on the last mission was a life or death situation"

She adds further on shortly after

"It is deserved he is given such time, due to saving me more then once and being a great asset to the team overall, for somebody so valuable, it would be advised to receive the best conditions for their top conditions in the next missions"

Patrick Jane fixed his gaze on Rox, his expression unreadable for a moment as he took in the situation. There was a brief silence before he spoke, his voice deliberate, as though carefully considering his response.

"Legally, I can't do that," he said slowly, his tone calm yet firm, carrying the weight of authority. "But I think you need to rephrase your request. I mean, at the moment, the situation isn’t exactly straightforward. He doesn’t have any active insurance, and his record in the system is severely outdated. And, if I’m reading this right, you and your team are planning on bringing him into the fold."

He paused, allowing the words to settle in the air between them. His eyes remained fixed on Rox, as if evaluating whether this was truly what they had in mind or if there was some other factor at play.

Patrick took a long sip from his coffee, the hot liquid giving him a brief moment to collect his thoughts. His gaze flickered briefly to the cup in his hand, then back to Rox. “So, here’s how this is going to go,” he continued, his voice a little more conversational but no less composed. “First, you're going to need to find him a place to stay while I get the paperwork ready. It’ll take a few days, at least. I’ll need to dig up the right information, cross-check records, the usual bureaucratic mess. I can assure you, though, that everything will be fine while we handle the formalities.”

There was a slight shift in his posture as he leaned back, the chair creaking softly under his weight. He seemed almost casual now, as though discussing matters of logistics rather than life-altering decisions. But the subtle sharpness in his eyes betrayed a mind constantly processing.

“But,” he added, lifting his gaze to meet Rox’s directly, “during this time, I’d suggest you and your team take full advantage of the opportunity to rest. I know the off-planet missions have been wearing you all down. Take a breather, recharge.”

He leaned forward slightly, his tone taking on an edge, a reminder that the gears of their work were always turning. “But don’t get too comfortable. You’re still on the clock, and your workload doesn’t just vanish because you’re taking a break. You’re entitled to one day off, aside from this one, but that’s it. No more, no less. So, use that time wisely.”

Patrick’s voice was calm, but there was a subtle weight behind it—a quiet pressure that reminded everyone in the room that while personal time was important, duty was never far behind. His role wasn’t just about overseeing the logistics; it was about making sure the machine kept running, no matter how many moving parts there were. And right now, Rox and the team were part of that machinery.

The room felt a little quieter after his words, the weight of the situation settling in. Patrick took another sip of his coffee, allowing the silence to hang, as if giving Rox a moment to process everything.

 

[BlackDarkness679]

"Fine, but Nikolai comes along with me, i take responsability for whatever happens with him or he does in any regard, as he will stay at my place till he finds his own"

She approaches him, staring down at the man without hesitation or fear

"I know him better then anyone in the Delta squad as we achieved tasks together....shouldnt be a problem to be under my watch 24/7 till you do the papers...aint it now....Mister Patrick?..."

 

[Oliver_de_jesus]

Nick's eyes widened slightly as he turned to Rox, caught off guard by the unexpected offer. Stay at her home? He hadn’t considered that possibility. Was it really a good idea? A flicker of hesitation crossed his mind—he didn’t want to impose, let alone bring her any trouble. They had already been through enough together, facing dangers and uncertainties side by side. The last thing he wanted was to become a burden, to complicate things further.

Meanwhile, Patrick tilted his head ever so slightly, his gaze lingering on Rox with quiet curiosity. But he wasn’t merely observing—he was analyzing, picking apart the intent behind her words. The way she made the offer… it wasn’t entirely spontaneous. There was thought behind it, a sense of deliberation. Was this just an act of kindness, or did she have something more planned?

A brief silence settled between them, stretching just long enough to make Nick shift uncomfortably. Then, Patrick exhaled softly through his nose, as if arriving at his own private conclusion. He gave a small nod, lifting his coffee cup to his lips.

“Fine,” he said at last, his voice measured, unreadable. “Just make sure nothing happens to him.”

Though spoken lightly, the words carried an unspoken weight—a quiet warning hidden beneath the casual phrasing. It wasn’t just concern; it was expectation. Then, without further comment, he took a slow, deliberate sip of his coffee, allowing the moment to settle.

They are now free to leave, unless want to talk about something else

 

[BlackDarkness679]

"You know me for how long now Mister Patrick?....Im a professional, i never disappointed the company in all this time i worked, nothing will dare lay a finger on him under my watch"

Then she takes off from him and approaches the door to get out, but not before extending her hand for Nick to come with her

"I will be taking my leave with Nikolai, so i will excuse myself with him if you dont mind now, have a good day sir"

 

[Oliver_de_jesus]

Nick gave a small nod before starting to follow Roxanne, curiosity flickering in his expression. He wasn’t entirely sure what to expect. Did she even have a spare room? Or was he going to be crashing on her couch for the foreseeable future? Not that he minded—he’d dealt with worse sleeping arrangements in the past. A stiff couch or even a floor wouldn’t be the worst thing that had happened to him. Still, the thought lingered in his mind as they walked, weaving through the corridors.

After a moment, he glanced over at her, tilting his head slightly. "So, Rox," he asked, his tone light but genuinely curious, "is it just you and me, or do you have roommates?"

The question was casual, but beneath it, a part of him wasn’t entirely sure what answer he was hoping for. Staying alone with Rox... that would be something. He wasn’t sure if he was ready for whatever that meant. But if she had other people living with her, that brought its own complications—new personalities, new dynamics, new potential friends. Either way, he’d find out soon enough.


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Back in the room, Patrick Jane watched them leave, his gaze lingering on the doorway even after they had disappeared from view. He remained motionless, as if turning something over in his mind, his expression unreadable. Then, with a quiet exhale, he lifted his coffee cup and took the final sip, savoring the warmth before setting the empty mug down with a soft clink.

His attention shifted as his holopad flickered to life beside him, its soft glow casting a faint blue light across the desk. The incoming message pulsed faintly on the screen, waiting.

Patrick raised an eyebrow slightly and turned his head toward the Doctor, curiosity creeping into his expression. Would he say something? Offer a remark? Maybe share a piece of his own experience?

The silence between them wasn’t awkward, but it carried a weight of unspoken thoughts. For a brief moment, Patrick considered breaking it himself—but instead, he let the moment pass. Without another word, he turned back to his holopad and began typing, his fingers moving effortlessly over the glowing holographic keys.

 

[BlackDarkness679]

Nick gave a small nod before starting to follow Roxanne, curiosity flickering in his expression. He wasn’t entirely sure what to expect. Did she even have a spare room? Or was he going to be crashing on her couch for the foreseeable future? Not that he minded—he’d dealt with worse sleeping arrangements in the past. A stiff couch or even a floor wouldn’t be the worst thing that had happened to him. Still, the thought lingered in his mind as they walked, weaving through the corridors.

After a moment, he glanced over at her, tilting his head slightly. "So, Rox," he asked, his tone light but genuinely curious, "is it just you and me, or do you have roommates?"

The question was casual, but beneath it, a part of him wasn’t entirely sure what answer he was hoping for. Staying alone with Rox... that would be something. He wasn’t sure if he was ready for whatever that meant. But if she had other people living with her, that brought its own complications—new personalities, new dynamics, new potential friends. Either way, he’d find out soon enough.

"Just me and you, i dont share with anyone my home, its pretty big as well, so its more then enough for two people...although...i may need to clean a little bit around, you will feel as if you are at home though, hopefully"

Clarifies it for him as they went or their way to her home

 

[Oliver_de_jesus]

"Just me and you, i dont share with anyone my home, its pretty big as well, so its more then enough for two people...although...i may need to clean a little bit around, you will feel as if you are at home though, hopefully"

Clarifies it for him as they went or their way to her home

"Alright, I can help you clean it," Nick said with a grin, glancing at Rox. "After all, I’ll be living there for a while." His voice was light, but there was an underlying sincerity to his offer.

With that, the man-machine stepped forward, moving fluidly beside the ex-bounty hunter as they made their way through the bustling city. Nick’s eyes widened in quiet awe as they walked, taking in the sprawling skyline that stretched out before him. The city was unlike anything he had ever seen—massive, sprawling in every direction with towering structures that seemed to reach for the sky.

The streets were alive with energy, the hum of countless lives intersecting in ways that were both foreign and fascinating to him. Neon lights flickered in the distance, advertisements flashing in every direction, while the streets below teemed with people—some rushing, some strolling, and others simply lost in their own world.

Nick had spent most of his life in much smaller, far more rugged environments, but this was a different level of civilization altogether. It was a world on a scale he could scarcely comprehend.

As they walked together, Nick found himself glancing at Rox every now and then, wondering how she fit into this world. She seemed so comfortable here, so at home amidst the towering buildings and the ceaseless flow of people. Meanwhile, he felt almost like an intruder, still adjusting to the scale of it all.

Despite the unfamiliarity, there was a certain excitement in the air, an unspoken promise that this journey was only just beginning.

 

[BlackDarkness679]

"Alright, I can help you clean it," Nick said with a grin, glancing at Rox. "After all, I’ll be living there for a while." His voice was light, but there was an underlying sincerity to his offer.

"If you dont mind, although i feel like i should clean my own house and not have you do it as well just because you will be there with me"

Commented towards his help at cleaning up with her

As they walked together, Nick found himself glancing at Rox every now and then, wondering how she fit into this world. She seemed so comfortable here, so at home amidst the towering buildings and the ceaseless flow of people. Meanwhile, he felt almost like an intruder, still adjusting to the scale of it all.

"Is something the matter?"

Asks upon feeling like he was glancing at her for a couple of times recently

 

[Oliver_de_jesus]

"If you dont mind, although i feel like i should clean my own house and not have you do it as well just because you will be there with me"

Commented towards his help at cleaning up with her

Nick gave a small shrug, a smile tugging at the corner of his lips as he walked alongside Roxanne through the vast city streets. The towering buildings, endless roads, and sheer scale of the place still felt overwhelming, unlike anything he had ever seen before. But amidst all the newness, one thing remained clear—he wasn’t about to freeload.

“Well, okay,” he said, glancing at her with an easygoing expression. “I just feel like it’s the least I can do since you’re kind enough to let me stay at your house for free. I mean, water, electricity... probably not things I can pay for with just a hug, right?” He let out a light chuckle before continuing. “So, I’ll help out where I can—chores, cooking, anything else that needs doing. I can handle that much.”

His words carried a genuine warmth, a quiet gratitude that he didn’t feel the need to overstate. Roxanne hadn’t just offered him a place to stay—she was giving him a sense of stability, something he hadn’t had in a long time. The least he could do was pull his weight.

"Is something the matter?"

Asks upon feeling like he was glancing at her for a couple of times recently

As they moved deeper into the city, Nick’s gaze wandered, taking in the sheer scale of it all. The buildings loomed high, the streets stretched far, and even though he had only been here for a short while, it was clear that this place was a behemoth of a metropolis.

After a beat, he glanced back at Rox with a curious tilt of his head.

“Just wondering,” he started, his tone light but genuinely intrigued. “This place is big. And considering your job basically makes you part of a police/military force… do you ever get lost around here?”

There was no teasing in his voice, just an honest question. The city was a maze, a sprawling network of streets, districts, and towering structures that seemed easy to get turned around in. Even someone who lived here—someone who worked here—couldn’t possibly know every inch of it… right?

His eyes flicked to her, watching for her reaction as they continued toward her home

 

[BlackDarkness679]

Nick gave a small shrug, a smile tugging at the corner of his lips as he walked alongside Roxanne through the vast city streets. The towering buildings, endless roads, and sheer scale of the place still felt overwhelming, unlike anything he had ever seen before. But amidst all the newness, one thing remained clear—he wasn’t about to freeload.

“Well, okay,” he said, glancing at her with an easygoing expression. “I just feel like it’s the least I can do since you’re kind enough to let me stay at your house for free. I mean, water, electricity... probably not things I can pay for with just a hug, right?” He let out a light chuckle before continuing. “So, I’ll help out where I can—chores, cooking, anything else that needs doing. I can handle that much.”

His words carried a genuine warmth, a quiet gratitude that he didn’t feel the need to overstate. Roxanne hadn’t just offered him a place to stay—she was giving him a sense of stability, something he hadn’t had in a long time. The least he could do was pull his weight.

"You are way too kind and adorable...hence why i took a liking to you and why you are the only one i ever offered to stay at my place too"

Openly stated towards him, looking at him with a smile and glance that one wouldnt normally expect from somebody such ax Roxanne, Nick may understand it better from all of these, he is more special then others for her at least

As they moved deeper into the city, Nick’s gaze wandered, taking in the sheer scale of it all. The buildings loomed high, the streets stretched far, and even though he had only been here for a short while, it was clear that this place was a behemoth of a metropolis.

After a beat, he glanced back at Rox with a curious tilt of his head.

“Just wondering,” he started, his tone light but genuinely intrigued. “This place is big. And considering your job basically makes you part of a police/military force… do you ever get lost around here?”

There was no teasing in his voice, just an honest question. The city was a maze, a sprawling network of streets, districts, and towering structures that seemed easy to get turned around in. Even someone who lived here—someone who worked here—couldn’t possibly know every inch of it… right?

His eyes flicked to her, watching for her reaction as they continued toward her home

"At first i was pretty lost, but over time i memorized most of the place after going around a few times, now its not a big deal....dont worry though, you will get used as well, you seem smart enough to remember the landmarks and areas"

After a few more minutes they arrive at her home, its an apartament of a tall building, to which they are taking an elevator in order to get at

 

[Oliver_de_jesus]

"You are way too kind and adorable...hence why i took a liking to you and why you are the only one i ever offered to stay at my place too"

Openly stated towards him, looking at him with a smile and glance that one wouldnt normally expect from somebody such ax Roxanne, Nick may understand it better from all of these, he is more special then others for her at least

Nick nodded, absorbing Roxanne’s words. She had just said that he is too kind and adorable to her, like if he is special for her, and the weight of those words settled deep in his chest. For a fleeting moment, his mind betrayed him, flashing back to that time she had kissed his cheek—oh God. He could still remember the warmth of it, the unexpected event, the way it had lingered in his thoughts long after the moment had passed.

He forced himself to stay grounded, to focus on the present, but the thought remained, simmering just beneath the surface.

"At first i was pretty lost, but over time i memorized most of the place after going around a few times, now its not a big deal....dont worry though, you will get used as well, you seem smart enough to remember the landmarks and areas"

After a few more minutes they arrive at her home, its an apartament of a tall building, to which they are taking an elevator in order to get at

By the time they reached the level where her apartment was, Nick found himself standing still for a moment, his gaze drifting. He wasn’t just thinking about the here and now—his mind was replaying everything they had been through together. All the battles, the laughter. Every step he had taken had led to this point, to this new beginning.

This wasn’t just another stop along the way.

This was a new chapter.

For both of them

 

[AThe1412]

Back in the room, Patrick Jane watched them leave, his gaze lingering on the doorway even after they had disappeared from view. He remained motionless, as if turning something over in his mind, his expression unreadable. Then, with a quiet exhale, he lifted his coffee cup and took the final sip, savoring the warmth before setting the empty mug down with a soft clink.

His attention shifted as his holopad flickered to life beside him, its soft glow casting a faint blue light across the desk. The incoming message pulsed faintly on the screen, waiting.

Patrick raised an eyebrow slightly and turned his head toward the Doctor, curiosity creeping into his expression. Would he say something? Offer a remark? Maybe share a piece of his own experience?

The silence between them wasn’t awkward, but it carried a weight of unspoken thoughts. For a brief moment, Patrick considered breaking it himself—but instead, he let the moment pass. Without another word, he turned back to his holopad and began typing, his fingers moving effortlessly over the glowing holographic keys.

"What are they planning to do with him? The higher-ups, I mean.", the Doctor suddenly spoke up.

 

[Oliver_de_jesus]

Patrick studied the doctor for a brief moment before responding, his gaze thoughtful, weighed down by the gravity of the situation. "This person—Nick, he seems like a decent guy. The higher-ups are more concerned with his backstory, though." He paused, his expression darkening slightly. "I don’t know if you’re aware, but Nick was one of the many test subjects involved in a program aimed at creating an army of sentient metal... abominations." Patrick’s voice grew more somber as he spoke, the words heavier now.


"They used fetuses—alive or dead—and mechanized them to forge a symbiotic relationship. The idea was to make them grow, evolve, rather than just modifying them to become bigger or stronger. But here’s the real kicker—Nick probably doesn’t know this, but one of the people behind that program is still out there. And they're still planning, still scheming. It's likely they're plotting to reclaim what was taken from them, and Nick could be a part of that."


Patrick’s tone shifted slightly, a hint of concern creeping into his voice. "The whole thing… it’s a tangled mess, and we may not even fully understand what Nick’s role in it all is. But I do know this—there’s a threat out there, and Nick is probably more involved in it than he realizes."

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The cold of Grei Forth was something Emmanuel had almost forgotten—its biting chill cut through his layers, seeping into his bones despite the heavy coats he wore. His breath formed a fog in front of him as he moved purposefully across the barren, inhospitable landscape. The harsh surroundings of the last planet in the Grei system seemed determined to freeze him and his group, the wind howling like some living, malevolent force.


Vasthoor, despite her usual toughness, felt the cold deeply. It was like a forgotten sensation that had suddenly been resurrected, wrapping around her like a consuming demon, trying to devour her every step. She pulled her coat tighter, eyes narrowed against the freezing air, determined not to let it get the better of her.


Wildcard, however, seemed unaffected, a smile hidden beneath his mask. The cold didn’t bother him—his suit was built to withstand even the harshest conditions. It was almost as if the elements didn’t exist for him at all.


Emmanuel kicked a small rock absently, watching it skitter across the icy ground. After a few more paces, he stopped in front of a reinforced door embedded into the side of a rocky outcrop. The mechanism hummed to life as he approached, the door sliding open with a low metallic groan. Inside, warmth greeted them like a welcoming embrace—at least for the moment.


Grei Forth was a tough place to survive without the proper equipment, and that’s why criminals from all over the system gathered here, underground, away from prying eyes. The plan was simple: band together and scheme, preparing for what was to come. And at the heart of it all was the Weapon Master—the one person who could turn their ideas into action, who controlled the means to make their plans a reality.


As they entered the dimly lit space beyond the door, Emmanuel couldn’t help but feel a chill not just from the cold, but from the sense of danger that always loomed over Grei Forth. The harsh realities of this place had a way of changing people.

 

[Backbackback]

"Huh.... guess the Doctor's actually doing it..." Tosho said to herself, closing the tab on Doctor's private DMs.

"I can just laze around then and find out the full context summarized... Yey.."

 

[BlackDarkness679]

By the time they reached the level where her apartment was, Nick found himself standing still for a moment, his gaze drifting. He wasn’t just thinking about the here and now—his mind was replaying everything they had been through together. All the battles, the laughter. Every step he had taken had led to this point, to this new beginning.

This wasn’t just another stop along the way.

This was a new chapter.

For both of them

The elevator stopped at the 12th floor before they got out and and she walked up to a door with 96 written on it, out of which she enters a password and scans up her human hand, before it unlocked

Nick would see her living room when they get inside, it looked pretty decent, it wasnt now very luxurious, but it clearly wasnt cheap looking either, so she had to have some money to afford it to begin with

 

[AThe1412]

Patrick studied the doctor for a brief moment before responding, his gaze thoughtful, weighed down by the gravity of the situation. "This person—Nick, he seems like a decent guy. The higher-ups are more concerned with his backstory, though." He paused, his expression darkening slightly. "I don’t know if you’re aware, but Nick was one of the many test subjects involved in a program aimed at creating an army of sentient metal... abominations." Patrick’s voice grew more somber as he spoke, the words heavier now.


"They used fetuses—alive or dead—and mechanized them to forge a symbiotic relationship. The idea was to make them grow, evolve, rather than just modifying them to become bigger or stronger. But here’s the real kicker—Nick probably doesn’t know this, but one of the people behind that program is still out there. And they're still planning, still scheming. It's likely they're plotting to reclaim what was taken from them, and Nick could be a part of that."


Patrick’s tone shifted slightly, a hint of concern creeping into his voice. "The whole thing… it’s a tangled mess, and we may not even fully understand what Nick’s role in it all is. But I do know this—there’s a threat out there, and Nick is probably more involved in it than he realizes."

"We'll have to study him more in that case. I have already read about that program and... Well, I could have come up with a better idea than to turn people into living machines. We've been straying further and further away from the flesh, don't you think?", he asked while taking a sip of his coffee.

 

[Oliver_de_jesus]

"Huh.... guess the Doctor's actually doing it..." Tosho said to herself, closing the tab on Doctor's private DMs.

"I can just laze around then and find out the full context summarized... Yey.."

(IF want you can explore and i will write something)

The elevator stopped at the 12th floor before they got out and and she walked up to a door with 96 written on it, out of which she enters a password and scans up her human hand, before it unlocked

Nick would see her living room when they get inside, it looked pretty decent, it wasnt now very luxurious, but it clearly wasnt cheap looking either, so she had to have some money to afford it to begin with

Nick wandered around the room, his gaze drifting from one detail to the next, curiosity flickering in his eyes. He wasn't just looking—he was taking it all in, absorbing the atmosphere, the little details that made this place feel lived-in. His attention lingered on the paintings first, the strokes and colors sparking fleeting thoughts about the kind of person who would choose them. Then, his eyes moved to the television—modern, sleek, yet it somehow blended effortlessly with the rest of the room's aesthetic. A balance between function and comfort.

He let out a small breath, nodding slightly. “Nice place,” he said, his voice casual but genuine. “Feels… comfortable.”

Nick turned his gaze to Rox, studying her for a moment, as if trying to connect the space to the person who lived in it. A place like this wasn't just a shelter—it said something about its owner. Maybe it held pieces of Rox that she didn't often show outright.

For a brief second, a stray thought nudged in the back of his mind—had he seen an internet connection around here? But he quickly pushed it aside, refocusing on the moment. There were more important things to think about right now.


"So where is my room, if you dont mind show me?"

"We'll have to study him more in that case. I have already read about that program and... Well, I could have come up with a better idea than to turn people into living machines. We've been straying further and further away from the flesh, don't you think?", he asked while taking a sip of his coffee.

"Sometimes, I wonder if people truly believe themselves to be gods," he mused, his voice carrying a weight of contemplation. "As if they have the right to rewrite the very fabric of their own design, to reshape what was given to them into something… unnatural."

He paused, letting the thought settle for a moment before continuing, his tone measured yet firm.

"It’s one thing to correct a flaw—to mend what was broken. A genetic defect, a missing limb, a failing organ… Those are repairs, restorations. A way to reclaim what was lost." He exhaled softly, his gaze distant, as if picturing something just beyond reach.

"But it’s another thing entirely to go beyond that—to modify everything until what remains is no longer recognizable as what it once was. To strip away the original design, not out of necessity, but out of a desire to become something… else."

There was no anger in his voice, just a quiet, lingering unease. A question left unspoken. How far is too far?

 

[BlackDarkness679]

(IF want you can explore and i will write something)

Nick wandered around the room, his gaze drifting from one detail to the next, curiosity flickering in his eyes. He wasn't just looking—he was taking it all in, absorbing the atmosphere, the little details that made this place feel lived-in. His attention lingered on the paintings first, the strokes and colors sparking fleeting thoughts about the kind of person who would choose them. Then, his eyes moved to the television—modern, sleek, yet it somehow blended effortlessly with the rest of the room's aesthetic. A balance between function and comfort.

He let out a small breath, nodding slightly. “Nice place,” he said, his voice casual but genuine. “Feels… comfortable.”

Nick turned his gaze to Rox, studying her for a moment, as if trying to connect the space to the person who lived in it. A place like this wasn't just a shelter—it said something about its owner. Maybe it held pieces of Rox that she didn't often show outright.

For a brief second, a stray thought nudged in the back of his mind—had he seen an internet connection around here? But he quickly pushed it aside, refocusing on the moment. There were more important things to think about right now.


"So where is my room, if you dont mind show me?"

She guides him to a room which had a kitchen in it too, with oven and everything included in it

"There you go, this is where you will stay, just dont look too much into drawers and the like

Hopefully it makes you feel at home enough"

 

[Backbackback]

(IF want you can explore and i will write something)

(Too lazy )

 

[Oliver_de_jesus]

Nick took a slow look around the room, his eyes tracing over every detail—the neatly arranged furniture, the ample space, the way everything seemed far more refined than he had expected. His lips transformed into a smile as he turned back to Roxanne.

“Rox, I needed a room, not a palace,” he teased, his tone light with amusement.

Without waiting for a response, he stepped further inside, dropping his bags onto the bed with a soft thud. The mattress had just the right amount of give under the weight, hinting at comfort far beyond what he was used to. He let out a small breath, shaking his head with an amused chuckle before getting to work unpacking.

Carefully, he set his bow and arrow clip off to one side of the bed, ensuring they were within easy reach but out of the way. A habit more than anything. Then, moving with casual efficiency, he began transferring his clothes into the drawers, organizing them with a methodical rhythm—something between practicality and personal routine.

Though he kept his hands busy, his mind lingered on the fact that this wasn’t just another temporary stop. This was his space now. At least for the foreseeable future. And that thought, no matter how much he tried to play it cool, carried a weight all its own.

 

[AThe1412]

"Sometimes, I wonder if people truly believe themselves to be gods," he mused, his voice carrying a weight of contemplation. "As if they have the right to rewrite the very fabric of their own design, to reshape what was given to them into something… unnatural."

He paused, letting the thought settle for a moment before continuing, his tone measured yet firm.

"It’s one thing to correct a flaw—to mend what was broken. A genetic defect, a missing limb, a failing organ… Those are repairs, restorations. A way to reclaim what was lost." He exhaled softly, his gaze distant, as if picturing something just beyond reach.

"But it’s another thing entirely to go beyond that—to modify everything until what remains is no longer recognizable as what it once was. To strip away the original design, not out of necessity, but out of a desire to become something… else."

There was no anger in his voice, just a quiet, lingering unease. A question left unspoken. How far is too far?

"Can't say I disagree with you. There are many... broken things out there, things that I can't fix. What am I suppose to do at that point? Just throw them away and leave them to rot? I don't think so.", he shrugged.

 

[BlackDarkness679]

Nick took a slow look around the room, his eyes tracing over every detail—the neatly arranged furniture, the ample space, the way everything seemed far more refined than he had expected. His lips transformed into a smile as he turned back to Roxanne.

“Rox, I needed a room, not a palace,” he teased, his tone light with amusement.

"Stop being this cute...my god...you will make wanna gobble you up..."

Responded to him back with a sweet and warm smile on her lips

Without waiting for a response, he stepped further inside, dropping his bags onto the bed with a soft thud. The mattress had just the right amount of give under the weight, hinting at comfort far beyond what he was used to. He let out a small breath, shaking his head with an amused chuckle before getting to work unpacking.

Carefully, he set his bow and arrow clip off to one side of the bed, ensuring they were within easy reach but out of the way. A habit more than anything. Then, moving with casual efficiency, he began transferring his clothes into the drawers, organizing them with a methodical rhythm—something between practicality and personal routine.

Though he kept his hands busy, his mind lingered on the fact that this wasn’t just another temporary stop. This was his space now. At least for the foreseeable future. And that thought, no matter how much he tried to play it cool, carried a weight all its own.

He would see that there were other clothes inside the drawers, clothes from somebody else, thats when Roxanne intervenes to tell him again

"Several of my clothes are in there, its because this is my room, there isnt any other so im giving it to you for the time being, i have a sofa in the living room, so its all good, i dont mind going there, you need it more after all you have been through"

 

[Oliver_de_jesus]

"Can't say I disagree with you. There are many... broken things out there, things that I can't fix. What am I suppose to do at that point? Just throw them away and leave them to rot? I don't think so.", he shrugged.

"I've never once turned down your method or tell you stop help people, old friend" he began, his voice carrying a trace of nostalgia "but sometimes I wonder if people should learn moderation. We’ve become too obsessed with the idea of pushing boundaries—pushing beyond what we were meant to be. We live to use the resources at our disposal, not to become the resources themselves."

He paused for a moment, a weight settling in his words, his gaze turning distant as though he was seeing something much larger than the room around them.

"The problems this has caused," he continued, his voice now tinged with concern, "are far more than just ethical dilemmas. Take the Dark Holonet, for instance. It's no longer just a shadowy corner of cyberspace. It's become a vast digital ocean, an unregulated underworld where hackers, smugglers, rogue AIs, and people who foolishly believe they can merge their minds with machines swim freely." He shook his head, his expression hardening. "A black market for information, once a separate as the old Dark Web and Deep Web, now a sprawling, interconnected system that spans across the cosmos."

His gaze shifted to the side, lost in thought as he recalled the origins of this digital chaos.

"Since humanity first reached out into the stars, the Dark Holonet became something entirely different—a new frontier of cyberspace, where the boundaries of digital reality blur with the very fabric of the human mind." He paused again, his voice dropping slightly, heavy with the weight of truth. "People are downloading themselves into the system, trying to become machines, a vain attempt to escape the confines of their biological bodies. They believe they can transcend their mortality, but all they’re doing is losing themselves in the process."

He leaned forward, his expression steely. "And while us, Manus Organization is trying to fix this… the truth is, it’s like trying to drain an ocean with a cup. Every effort is met with a thousand new challenges, and the tide only grows stronger."

He let out a slow breath, his gaze unwavering. "The Dark Holonet is our present problem, and it’s growing larger every day, the crime lords/ladies use that place to contact others. And unless we take drastic measures, it will consume us all."

"Stop being this cute...my god...you will make wanna gobble you up..."

Responded to him back with a sweet and warm smile on her lips

He would see that there were other clothes inside the drawers, clothes from somebody else, thats when Roxanne intervenes to tell him again

"Several of my clothes are in there, its because this is my room, there isnt any other so im giving it to you for the time being, i have a sofa in the living room, so its all good, i dont mind going there, you need it more after all you have been through"

Nick glanced at the clothes in the room, a question he'd planned to ask Rox before slipping his mind. But then, the moment Roxanne mentioned that this was her room, a subtle change flickered across his yellow digital eyes, which reflected an almost imperceptible shift in expression. It was as if his face had gone pale, the thought of sleeping in her room hitting him harder than expected.

A slight tension hung in the air, and his mind raced. He was about to offer a comment, but before he could, Roxanne casually mentioned that she could sleep on the couch. That remark made him pause for a moment, and without thinking, he quickly responded.

"Eh, no," he said, his voice firm yet carrying a tinge of concern. "This is your house, I couldn’t let you sleep on your couch while I’m in your bed. If you want, I can sleep on the couch instead." His words carried the weight of sincerity, and he felt a knot in his stomach. It wasn’t just about the comfort—he didn’t want to impose on her kindness. Rox had been more than generous letting him stay, and he could hardly bear the thought of her sacrificing her own comfort just because he was there.

He shifted uncomfortably, glancing away for a moment, trying to push aside the wave of guilt that came over him. "Seriously, I’d feel bad if I let that happen. You’ve been way too kind to me already—it's the least I can do to make sure you’re comfortable." He hesitated for a moment before meeting her gaze again. "I really appreciate everything, Rox."

 

[BlackDarkness679]

Nick glanced at the clothes in the room, a question he'd planned to ask Rox before slipping his mind. But then, the moment Roxanne mentioned that this was her room, a subtle change flickered across his yellow digital eyes, which reflected an almost imperceptible shift in expression. It was as if his face had gone pale, the thought of sleeping in her room hitting him harder than expected.

A slight tension hung in the air, and his mind raced. He was about to offer a comment, but before he could, Roxanne casually mentioned that she could sleep on the couch. That remark made him pause for a moment, and without thinking, he quickly responded.

"Eh, no," he said, his voice firm yet carrying a tinge of concern. "This is your house, I couldn’t let you sleep on your couch while I’m in your bed. If you want, I can sleep on the couch instead." His words carried the weight of sincerity, and he felt a knot in his stomach. It wasn’t just about the comfort—he didn’t want to impose on her kindness. Rox had been more than generous letting him stay, and he could hardly bear the thought of her sacrificing her own comfort just because he was there.

He shifted uncomfortably, glancing away for a moment, trying to push aside the wave of guilt that came over him. "Seriously, I’d feel bad if I let that happen. You’ve been way too kind to me already—it's the least I can do to make sure you’re comfortable." He hesitated for a moment before meeting her gaze again. "I really appreciate everything, Rox."

"You saved me a bunch of times, you deserve it...im really im ok with it...its not like you would be up for sharing the bed, so i dont wanna make it uncomfortable for you, its not the first time i slept on the couch, so its fine, really"

Insisted and pushed this idea further, she wanted to repay his help and everything in this way

 

[Oliver_de_jesus]

He hesitated, his gaze shifting nervously between the bed and Roxanne, his mind swirling with uncertainty. The words seemed to stick in his throat, and for a moment, his nervousness was almost palpable, visible in the slight twitch of his fingers and the way he shifted uncomfortably on his feet. He wanted to say something, but the right words eluded him.

"W-well," he stammered, his voice a little shaky, "I, uhh, I think we could both share the bed... just one of us sleeping on one side, making sure not to disturb the other." His tone was tentative, filled with doubt and the emotions he was barely managing to control. It was a strange mix of offering a solution while at the same time, trying to maintain some semblance of propriety, unsure if it would be acceptable to her.

He looked at her, the question in his eyes, searching for her reaction. He was already regretting the awkwardness of the suggestion, but he couldn't help the way his mind raced to find a way that would let them both stay comfortable, without him feeling like an inconvenience. "I mean, if you're okay with that... I just, I don’t want to make things weird, or... you know, uncomfortable." His voice softened toward the end, a little embarrassed by the words he could barely bring himself to say.

He cleared his throat, shifting from foot to foot, hoping that she wouldn't take it the wrong way. "I just don’t want to cause any trouble" he added quietly, unsure if it was the right thing to do but feeling oddly relieved to have said it.

 

[AThe1412]

"I've never once turned down your method or tell you stop help people, old friend" he began, his voice carrying a trace of nostalgia "but sometimes I wonder if people should learn moderation. We’ve become too obsessed with the idea of pushing boundaries—pushing beyond what we were meant to be. We live to use the resources at our disposal, not to become the resources themselves."

He paused for a moment, a weight settling in his words, his gaze turning distant as though he was seeing something much larger than the room around them.

"The problems this has caused," he continued, his voice now tinged with concern, "are far more than just ethical dilemmas. Take the Dark Holonet, for instance. It's no longer just a shadowy corner of cyberspace. It's become a vast digital ocean, an unregulated underworld where hackers, smugglers, rogue AIs, and people who foolishly believe they can merge their minds with machines swim freely." He shook his head, his expression hardening. "A black market for information, once a separate as the old Dark Web and Deep Web, now a sprawling, interconnected system that spans across the cosmos."

His gaze shifted to the side, lost in thought as he recalled the origins of this digital chaos.

"Since humanity first reached out into the stars, the Dark Holonet became something entirely different—a new frontier of cyberspace, where the boundaries of digital reality blur with the very fabric of the human mind." He paused again, his voice dropping slightly, heavy with the weight of truth. "People are downloading themselves into the system, trying to become machines, a vain attempt to escape the confines of their biological bodies. They believe they can transcend their mortality, but all they’re doing is losing themselves in the process."

He leaned forward, his expression steely. "And while us, Manus Organization is trying to fix this… the truth is, it’s like trying to drain an ocean with a cup. Every effort is met with a thousand new challenges, and the tide only grows stronger."

He let out a slow breath, his gaze unwavering. "The Dark Holonet is our present problem, and it’s growing larger every day, the crime lords/ladies use that place to contact others. And unless we take drastic measures, it will consume us all."

The medic drank from his cup again and sighed.
"Don't get me wrong. I want to help all of you to the best of my abilities, but... I'm afraid this is one those situations where I am relatively... Powerless."
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[Oliver_de_jesus]

The medic drank from his cup again and sighed.
"Don't get me wrong. I want to help all of you to the best of my abilities, but... I'm afraid this is one those situations where I am relatively... Powerless."
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The medic drank from his cup again and sighed.
"Don't get me wrong. I want to help all of you to the best of my abilities, but... I'm afraid this is one those situations where I am relatively... Powerless."
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His friend’s expression shifted slightly, a subtle change that spoke of understanding. He recognized the weight of what was being felt, the quiet struggle churning beneath the surface. And though he couldn’t take that burden away, he could offer something else—words of encouragement, his number one specialty.

A small, knowing smile tugged at his lips as he spoke.

"That’s good," he said, his tone calm yet firm. "Feeling powerless." He let the words hang in the air for a moment, allowing them to settle before continuing. "After all, we are born with nothing."

He paused, a deliberate beat, almost as if gathering the weight of history itself in his next words.

"Human beings have always carried this truth—our evolution, our struggles, our triumphs. We come into this world empty-handed, with nothing but potential. It’s a test, one that has been woven into our very existence."

He leaned forward slightly, his voice steady, rich with conviction.

"The real purpose of life isn’t to race to the finish line—it’s the journey. The climb. The moments where you face the feeling of powerlessness and push forward anyway. It’s in our ingenuity, our hope, our refusal to give in."

His gaze softened, but there was an undeniable fire behind it.

"And when you reach the end of that journey… when you turn around and see how far you’ve come, the world you helped shape, the people whose lives you’ve touched—that’s true power. Not in strength alone, not in wealth or status, but in perseverance. In standing against adversity and refusing to fall."

He let the words linger, hoping they would take root. Hoping they would be enough

 

[BlackDarkness679]

He hesitated, his gaze shifting nervously between the bed and Roxanne, his mind swirling with uncertainty. The words seemed to stick in his throat, and for a moment, his nervousness was almost palpable, visible in the slight twitch of his fingers and the way he shifted uncomfortably on his feet. He wanted to say something, but the right words eluded him.

"W-well," he stammered, his voice a little shaky, "I, uhh, I think we could both share the bed... just one of us sleeping on one side, making sure not to disturb the other." His tone was tentative, filled with doubt and the emotions he was barely managing to control. It was a strange mix of offering a solution while at the same time, trying to maintain some semblance of propriety, unsure if it would be acceptable to her.

He looked at her, the question in his eyes, searching for her reaction. He was already regretting the awkwardness of the suggestion, but he couldn't help the way his mind raced to find a way that would let them both stay comfortable, without him feeling like an inconvenience. "I mean, if you're okay with that... I just, I don’t want to make things weird, or... you know, uncomfortable." His voice softened toward the end, a little embarrassed by the words he could barely bring himself to say.

He cleared his throat, shifting from foot to foot, hoping that she wouldn't take it the wrong way. "I just don’t want to cause any trouble" he added quietly, unsure if it was the right thing to do but feeling oddly relieved to have said it.

"Are you sure about it Nick? I know you arent used to such physical contact, considering we arent....you know....we both are adults and can make it so nothing goes from this, but it might be too much for you, dont want to have tou feel forced or anything....i assure you i dont mind if i go on the couch, really, i wouldnt mind your idea though"

She explains and points out to him her thoughts on the topic