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Target Practice (Open!)
Zouichi had heard about the Sensoriums from other people aboard the ship, and though he'd been a little apprehensive at first, had decided to pay them a visit. Or rather, he'd decided to pay Earth a visit.
After all, it was hard to go for a real ride on a disturbingly squishy ship.
If there had been any police left, he would have been pulled over for speeding and quite possibly reckless endangerment. But there weren't. What there were was vast expanses of jet-black concrete laid empty for miles ahead of him, honeycombing through levels of the massive megacity at insane angles.
So he punched it, hard. The motorcycle surged forward toward the city, its display ticking steadily past a series of numbers: 100, 200, 300...
Now he was blazing across the city connector bridge, rising quickly with the road as it extended upwards on struts held high above the level of the water that surrounded the old metropolis. Fuyu chirped an alert to him, and out of the corner of his eye, he saw the machine rising up seemingly from beneath the raised concrete, its thrusters a bright blue blaze in the reddening light. Zouichi slowed; it kept perfect pace.
It was sleek, newly manufactured. The model number 4-D was stamped neatly across one gleaming wing. As he watched, the shutters beneath both wings snapped open, revealing two long, wicked metal barrels.
Before him, the gates of the city yawned open. From here, he could see the beginning activity of the drones inside, shambling forward mindlessly in the direction of sound and perceived movement, searching for something.
Something they could really sink their teeth into.
After all, it was hard to go for a real ride on a disturbingly squishy ship.
If there had been any police left, he would have been pulled over for speeding and quite possibly reckless endangerment. But there weren't. What there were was vast expanses of jet-black concrete laid empty for miles ahead of him, honeycombing through levels of the massive megacity at insane angles.
So he punched it, hard. The motorcycle surged forward toward the city, its display ticking steadily past a series of numbers: 100, 200, 300...
Now he was blazing across the city connector bridge, rising quickly with the road as it extended upwards on struts held high above the level of the water that surrounded the old metropolis. Fuyu chirped an alert to him, and out of the corner of his eye, he saw the machine rising up seemingly from beneath the raised concrete, its thrusters a bright blue blaze in the reddening light. Zouichi slowed; it kept perfect pace.
It was sleek, newly manufactured. The model number 4-D was stamped neatly across one gleaming wing. As he watched, the shutters beneath both wings snapped open, revealing two long, wicked metal barrels.
Before him, the gates of the city yawned open. From here, he could see the beginning activity of the drones inside, shambling forward mindlessly in the direction of sound and perceived movement, searching for something.
Something they could really sink their teeth into.
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Reaching back with both hands, Jr. unholstered a pair of pistols. With a quick spin of them on both of his fingers, he spun around, positioning himself and taking some shots at the closer zombies.
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"I'm Kanoe Zouichi, a Toha Heavy Industries Synthetic Human," he said, continuing to pick off drones as he talked. "Nice to meet you."
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But he paused at one point, looking back at him curiously. "Synthetic..." he muttered. Did that mean he was just like a Realian? "I'm Gaignun Jr." he replied, louder. "And likewise!"
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He flicked his wrist, spinning his pistol experimentally before resuming his shooting, mimicking what he'd seen Jr. doing earlier. It wasn't quite as showy, but he'd probably get better at it if he practiced. It was an interesting sensation. "Where did you learn to shoot?"
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"I taught myself a long time ago!"
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It wasn't an existential-angst sort of question; Zouichi simply hadn't ever really considered the idea. Humans were descended from a distant relative of modern apes. Humans were carbon-based and spent their time watching movies and discussing the weather. Humans didn't have mechanical systems integrated alongside their biological components.
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[Shall I throw a boss in here somewhere?]
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[] Sure! []
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There was something else behind the ranks of the rapidly thinning zombies at the entrance, but Zouichi could not quite make it out through the crowd. Then three of the drones simply seemed to split apart in front of his eyes, and he could see quite clearly what stood in the distance.
The thing behind the fallen drones appeared to be a man, although almost his entire body was shrouded in thick black combat armor or concealed by the heavy overcoat pulled over the rest of his clothing. A white mask covered his face, a mask whose surface was littered with small, oddly placed vents, and with only a single aperture through which an eye might look through. He was tall and powerfully built, and in one thick-gloved hand he held the ends of several long, barbed metal chains. The last link in each was a heavy, razor-sharp attachment wrought from black iron, shaped like some medieval arrowhead designed to grip and tear. Right now, they dripped with something thick and maroon.
There was one other thing; some piece of machinery that appeared to be protruding from his broad back.
"A patrol inspector," Zouichi said.
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He darted to the left, running into the crowd of zombies, dodging their grasping arms and the snaps of their mouldering jaws. He wasn't sure how much protection being in their midst might provide, but their movement might help conceal his presence and help him get a clear shot.
The inspector looked toward the crowd and back at Jr., as if momentarily unsure which he should pursue first.
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At the last second, the machinery at the creature's back burst into life, charring the air with hot blue jet flame. It propelled itself sideways with a single blast, avoiding Zouichi's line of fire neatly as it whipped its chains forward once again. Several drones were once again in the way, however, and the resistance provided by their bodies allowed Zouichi ample enough time to dodge.
"How good a shot are you?" he shouted.