Black Decay 「ブラック崩壊」R18+

[SqueezeBabe]

Max cursed to himself as he made his way down the hallway. The disadvantages to his armour were apparent, he was not "designed" for quick battle, though his considerable muscle strength meant that he could at least weild his weapons without the assistance the armour gave him, albeit in a life and death situation where adrenaline would be giving his body the extra boost it needed. His armour meant that he was always going to be last... last to the battle, last to the showers, and in this case, last to the dormitory. The hallway was quiet, not even the hum of the electricity that powered the lights were prevalent. He supressed a shudder, finding the whole sterile environment just a little creepy.

 

He turned the corner to where the others had gone and was surprised to see them milling about in the doorway. He was about to open his mouth to ask what the hold up was when his height gave him the advantage to do so. It was a man, very obviously a man. Fresh from the shower, the water droplets beaded against his skin as gravity guided then downwards. His eyes tracked a particular drop as it slowly and jaggedly tracked its way down the pale body, dipping into the crevices that the muscle contours had created, gathering more mousture and speed until it fell to the floor with an audible drip. Max's eyes flickered upwards again, and realised something else; the man was nearly as tall as he was. For someone so used to towering over everyone, the concept that someone could come to his chin was an almost alien one; however, unlike Max, the man was lean muscle and sinewy grace.

 

The group tracked the man as he went past them and into what apparently was his room... the noisy one burst out of his own room with loud exclamations of what had just occured. Max slowly moved padt the group, despite his size, he could move unnoticed, and in this instance we was lucky enough to secure the room at the extreme opposite of where the stranger had disappeared. The room itself fulfilled his requirements to be far enough away from the common areas that his sleep was not going to be disturbed. As he opened the door, luck would have it that the bed was big enough for his frame; easing himself down on the edge of it, the wheels of his mind began to turn and he wondered just how much "luck" had to do with it.

 

He lay back on the bed, staring up at the sterile-looking ceiling and let his brain put all his thoughts into order. The dripping wet stranger had to be the mysterious "S", or perhaps he was just another one of "them" and S was still coming.... time would eventually reaveal its secrets, he would just have to be patient until it did. Perhaps it would also be prudent to just sit tight in his room until the rest of the group was settled, and further instructions were forthcoming.

[b.lueeyes]

Stepping into the room he had picked for himself, Kyoshi slid his hand over the doorframe, simply standing in the forefront of the room as his eyes roved over the surfaces. It was fairly Spartan really, but it was very high-tech. It had high ceilings, the whole texture of the room very sterile. But...he was used to that. A bed, what looked to be a desk, a chest of drawers, and lights littering the walls that seemed to be automatic. There was what looked to be another touch-key-pad to the side of the door. Control panel? Kyoshi would look into it later. Rolling his shoulders, he placed a hand on the back of his neck. He turned his head to one side and heard a soft pop, his shoulders dropping quickly with the pleasurable tingle of relieved tension.

 

Out of the corner of his eye, he noticed a stark figure gliding towards them, picking up on the practically silent movements instantly. Kyoshi was completely aware of those around him, his cobalt gaze sliding over the form of a very...naked man. Tall, lean and definitely cut, this man had a piercing gaze all of his own. Pale skin, but being down here would probably do that to them all. With the eye of an appreciative biologist, Kyoshi took a deep breath in and straightened his back as the man passed, his eyes following him across the room. The blackness of the tattoos across his skin was...a juxtaposition he couldn't deny was inticing. Turning his eyes over muscle, structure and hair, he gave a small hum.

 

So this was S, huh? There was no one else it could be. Truthfully, Kyoshi was not all that surprised that he was so good looking...more than good looking...but either way, he had to keep this professional. With everyone. But he doubted that would be a problem with him, particularly for those such as that Toma guy...and maybe that other one...the taller one did not seem that bad at all. At least he would give him quiet company.

[707]

Pale lips curled in silent amusement. His squad seemed capable, all of them providing a balance to each other's unique capabilities. He had not yet seen their bios but he knew that it would be at least interesting working with them, their earlier reactions proving true to that.

 

A sigh echoed through the dimly lit room, the almost inaudible splatter of water on cold concrete following in almost silent waves. Diamond gaze took stock of it's owner's living quarters. It was surprisingly spacious, with a small area that was probably designated for an informal meeting; plush armchairs and couch turned in a semi-circle around a small coffee table. A queen-sized bed lay snug on the far corner, three metallic lockers, as tall as the walls, stood just ways to its left. S supposed that it was mainly used for weapons and casual clothes. He did prefer his armor to always be out and in the immediate vicinity. Attacks could happen at any moment and he didn't want to be stumbling over locks and security systems just to get his gears. Time wasted could be crucial to the population's survival.

 

He shook his head, hair flipping around and scattering droplets of water as he neared one of the armchairs, a black rubber suit draped casually against its back. They were gonna go out after the orientation anyways so he guessed that the elastic outfit would do just fine for him to wear. Besides, it was the only thing any of them could fit inside their armors. He just hoped that the upgrades would be done before the briefing ended.

 

Putting on the visually questionable attire was second nature to him, having spent almost a decade in using tight-fitting armors, he already knew how to equip the protective rubber in the right way since his first time he had managed to rip almost a dozen of them.

 

The material was snug, if a bit tight but that was nothing new, molding perfectly on perfectly developed muscles and a slightly curved frame. S did notice though that it wasn't as uncomfortable as the ones they used before the cryogenic statis was implemented. It seemed that technological progress went further than he expected. He wasn't complaining though. Hands and feet were also covered as well as the bottom half of his winsome features, in a facsimile of a mask. Then a click was heard and the outfit rippled, accenting every fiber of muscle as it became a literal second skin. Through a mirror beside an adjacent door, S noticed a slit open just where his mouth was before the entire facial mask rippled again and an image of a crazed smile, perfect with white teeth and crimson gums, appeared. So the suit had an inbuilt visual design as well. Interesting. He found it all the more fascinating when he tried opening his mouth and the picture followed, imitating everything beneath besides the cessation of the perpetually wide smile. The entire image made him look like a mad man even though beneath the suit his lips were in a bored line.

 

He gave one last look at his reflection before promptly turning around and opening his door with an audible hiss. To the newbies' orientation it was.

[Sosuke0549]

Toma sighed. It seemed no one had a sense of humor, let alone a funny bond in there body. It was all doom and gloom here. Seriousness 24/7...

 

Toma looked back at S's door. He wondered how long he'd been here, how long he was...alone. Maybe the guy had issues. Toma had decided to become a stress reliever for the others. He wanted to sometimes forget that the world and mankind was ridding on them and have a good laugh. How could anyone be so Doom and gloom all the time? If he could get at lest one of his New team mates to crack a smile. Well....he'd be glad. Why couldn't you have your cake and eat it too... why couldn't you mix business with pleasure.. why couldn't you save the world and have fun doing it?!

 

Toma put a smile on his face as he headed to the living room, inside there was a large space, occupied with two couches and a few chairs here and there. Already he liked it. Tho there wasn't a TV . Sure there was nothing being broadcasted but they could still watch movies right? Or play a little Play Station or Xbox? Or were those things completely obliterated? Still...it would be nice. There were a few bookshelves filled with books. Toma wasn't much of a reader but.. if it would help pass the time He would pick up a book.

 

There was also a fairly large kitchen, it was enough to fit all of them if they wanted to cook seperatly, but Toma was no chef. He'd probably seek some food from the others, since he sucked At it. He burned everything He made. Everything was conected so there weren't any doors It was an open space. Toma saw one of his team mates by the books. The man had pretty brown hair and beautiful eyes. He wore a strange pendant around his neck and had soft looking skin. He bit his lip as he slowly approached him, before standing next to him, looking at the books.

"Your a book worm huh?"

He smiled softly at the other.

"I'm not much of a reader myself but...."

He shrugged.

"I'm Toma.. What's your name? "

He wanted to know everyone's name He couldn't wait to give his New friends Nick names/ code names.

[InkompleteWish]

As Kiba was the first inside the living quarters, he made his way towards the bookshelves that stood at the right wall, opposite from the little corner were the sofas and chairs stood. His gaze swept over the titles. Novels, crime books, drama, fantasy. Everything was represented. He even found some sort of encyclopaedia and some 'learn it yourself' books. Cooking recipes and other stuff. A low whistle left his lips on that large amount of different books. The scientists made sure that they could learn everything vital if they wanted. Cooking, sewing and even instrument lessons. It was probably because they can't watch TV to learn about these things so they had to get their hands on some books. Kiba was okay with that, he loved reading a good book now and then and he was interested in the things people learned in the old times. There was even knitting and crafting for god's sake. If they don't get satisfied with slaying monsters then they were able to enjoy a good book with a cup of hot tea or something. It was luxurious to say the least.

 

The kitchen was also a feast to look at. For Motoshi who loved cooking for himself, it was a paradise. But he already guessed that he had to feed some of the other guys at one point later on. Since he didn't know who could cook or not. His love for cooking came when he appeared at the laboratory for the first time years prior. The scientist weren't able to cook so he only got instant food and frankly he hated it. So he asked if they could even cook a normal meal and from then on he got a few books to get the basics down and some ingredients (he doesn't even know now where they came from) and he learned to cook good meals. The scout hadn't cooked for anyone till now so he was reluctant to even begin to do so. But if it can't be changed than he had to cook for others. Though he was pretty stubborn, he was able to learn that he should help others too if he wants the help in the future. Even if it wasn't one of his strong points, he had to fight in a team and for that he had to get the trust of his other partners. Even if it was just through mere cooking.

 

He was interrupted by his observation however, when he heard a soft voice next to him. Deciding to be polite he replied to the other. "Kind of. I love learning new things. My name is Motoshi, surname is Kiba." he replied in a deep voice and stared at the other. This so called 'Thoma' was a bit shorter than himself, not by much but maybe an inch or something. Kiba noticed the other already; he was one of the 'happier' people of their bunch. Accepting wasn't respecting so Kiba was okay with talking to him for a bit. Kiba wasn’t a social butterfly so he didn’t talk much, only what was expected of him. So mainly answering questions. The scout rarely asked questions himself.

[SqueezeBabe]

The bed creaked slightly has he shifted his weight. Trying to get comfortable was nearly an alien concept but somehow his body began remembering the minute adjustments it took. Alone in the silence of his room, it was hard not to get philosophical about the whole thing; he'd been woken up, obviously to fulfill some task, but what made it him and not someone else? Why was his particular skill set considered a requirement for whatever mission had been cooked up? He was a tank... A genius tank, but a tank nonetheless.. Hazy memories rose up from the depth of his mind; always being taller than everyone else, always being stronger than everyone else... and being the only one able to "survive" the training missions alone. They'd given him a body and armour strong enough enough to walk unchallenged, and a brain so clever that brute strength was often unnecessary... it was an uncomfortable juxtaposition.

 

He shifted his weight again, his mind flickering to the naked dripping man, his minds eye following that stray water droplet once more. The skin underneath the beading water pale and almost luminescent in his memory, the contours of the muscles prominent... a smile flickered across his lips, he probably needs to eat more. His own muscles were prominent from their size; his appetite matched, but the stranger whilst lithe and sinewy, almost looked half starved to him. He shook his head to clear the thought, everyone looked half starved to him.

 

He held his hand in front of him for a moment, his eyes tracing the contours under his skin; he slowly flexed his hand and fingers, watching the sinews bunch and move, turning his hand over to look at his palm, his eyes tracing the lines. He let out a sigh, it was far too early in the game to be getting all maudlin and introspective; they hadn't even been told why they had been "defrosted" in the first place. Max took a deep breath to chase away the irritable feeling that was starting to build. He'd just sit here quietly until some instructions were forthcoming; there was no point worrying about things that didn't exist yet.

[707]

"Shall I inform the others to head for the hangar?"

 

The melodious voice of GENESIS asked through S' small earpiece, giving him a simple sense of privacy. The gentle taps of his footsteps remained constant as he traversed the hallway and into the elevator with masterful stride and stealth. He gave a small shake of his head, as an answer, just as the doors hissed open.

 

"Inform them when I get there. Wouldn't it be more dramatic if I'm already there waiting for them when they arrive?"

 

A small smirk crossed hidden lips as the elevator silently took it's descent. Somehow he hoped that they would be in a hidden part of the hangar, somewhere the others won't be able to see immediately since he didn't want to ruin the surprise just yet. Maybe he'll show it to them once they prove themselves capable. Still S couldn't stop the few seconds of excitement that passed through him just by the thought of using them.

 

"Shall I close the lights as well and only let the glow of the hangar monitor to chase away enough of the darkness?"

 

If S didn't know any better, he would think that GENESIS was being sarcastic while at the same time going along with his rare show of theatricality. Still, the idea wasn't entirely without it's merit and as the elevator doors opened to the weapons room, he decided that he would go for it. It wasn't everyday that he get to introduce himself to his unit.. properly, that was.

 

"Do it. And make sure the armors and weapons are lined properly there since after a bit of the orientation, we'll go out.. and have a walk around."

 

He stated the last part with a slow and thick tone, diamond eyes going lidded as if the thought of what was to happen was enough to make the stoic man show palpable excitement, or at the very least impatient desire.

 

S gave the weapons room no heed, crossing it without as much a glance to anything in particular, eyes perfectly trained on the far door. He'd seen it all, some had even been his ideas turned reality although the white sterility of the room was new to him. He hadn't expected that but somehow it was still a welcome sight even though it was a bit ironic since in his experience, weapon rooms were nothing short of messy.

 

Shrugging broad shoulders, he took a step just as the doors to the hangar hissed open and brief darkness swallowed him. He welcomed it though, let it cradle every part of him before exhaling a silent breath just as a massive monitor lowered from the infinite span that was the roof. It glowed a dim blue, hovering about ten feet above the floor, and illuminating four stands of armors in front of it; one of which a familiar black and red, standing almost commandingly in the middle.

 

Heading towards it, S lifted an eyebrow as his armor clicked open, like an insect's exoskeleton, beckoning for him to just embrace it and let them become one. A momentary lapse of step was the only indication of his shock as he continued towards it. And when he was before it, he lifted his arms from his side and welcomed his armor clicking into place, and as he turned, the glow of the monitor behind him and his helmet trapped against his right arm and side, S murmured,

 

"Call them."

 

Units, report immediately to the Hangar for your orientation.

 

And so he waited, with eyes closed and senses sharp.

[Sosuke0549]

"Kind of. I love learning new things. My name is Motoshi, surname is Kiba." [/Quote]

He replied in a deep voice and stared at him. Toma noticed he was slightly taller then him but not by much, maybe an inch or so. But Toma could tell this man was no social butterfly so he wouldn't talk much. If he really wanted to have a conversation with him, he'd have to do most of the talking.

Units, report immediately to the Hangar for your orientation.[/Quote]

GENESIS voice echoed threw out the room.

 

Toma glanced up at the ceiling, only to let His eyes return to Kiba. So far he seemed like a okay kind of guy,

"Duty calls..."

He grinned a little, he still was somewhat of a child at heart so saying the word "duty" would always make him grin.

 

Toma headed out first. His head high, being a tad cocky. He knew everyone now.. Kiba and Max were pretty quiet and as for there leader, who enjoyed walking around naked, He couldn't place the man quiet yet, but assumed he was the serious type. He went to the Hanger and stopped at the doors until the others caught up with him, And once they did he pushed the glowing blue button on the wall, opening the doors to the Hanger, that hissed . A massive monitor could be seen glowing a dim blue hovering about ten feet above the floor, and illuminating three stands of armors in front of it; one of which was his dark green armor that he decided on and loved! But standing in front of all that was S. The man was wearing his armor and had his helmet trapped against his right arm and side, the room was rather dark and dimly lit, giving S a sort of, kick ass vibe.

 

Toma grinned, giving a low whistle to show how impressed he was as he stepped inside.

His eyes wondered the the room to ultimately fall on there gorgeous leader.

"Wow, you went all out, and here I'd thought you'd be in your birthday suit~ "

He giggled at his own comment, and quickly apologized assuming S wasn't one to enjoy jokes, or his teasing.

"I'm only teasing. Names Toma...sir"

He hesitated on calling S sir... did he want them to call him that?

 

If you couldn't tell Toma was quite talkative, he was usually the first to speak, smile, and well... do anything. You could call him a pain in the ass, annoying, or cocky, but he was no coward and the blond was no idiot... in fact he was very smart, but perhaps...he didn't always show that. He glanced at his other comrades but didn't say anything to them, He himself really wanted to go outside and hoped S would let them.

 

He knew it would be ugly... there wouldn't be any blue sky's or oceans, no green grass or birds... he'd probably come face to face with horrible creatures, creatures that were once human...and now forever lost.

[InkompleteWish]

Their conversation was cut short however when GENESIS voice travelled through the rooms. So S was finally ready to 'welcome' them. But the naked guy was probably on the world above their little hideout, so the other had the most experience with the beings in the outside world. The brunette was already interested to listen to this stuff. Though he was a scout, Kiba loved fights and if he could kill these things over their heads without hesitation, then he would really enjoy the little outings. One wrong step and he might get killed but it's not like Kiba didn't know about this. In fact, he knew since the beginning that he could easily die and frankly he didn't mind it. His life was never the best and he still enjoyed it up till now, if he had to part already then it must be fate. Only the strongest will survive in this world.

 

Toma walked ahead of him and Kiba followed. They had to meet S now. After they arrived at the Hanger they could see their leader in spotlight. This time even dressed in his armour. It was imposing but Motoshi wanted to see him fight first. His own armour stood behind S in a neat line with the other armour's his partners have chosen. The other radiated an aura of superiority and strength and the brunette was really eager to finally see him in action.

 

"Motoshi Kiba" he replied after Thoma, giving his own name. The other probably knew their names already but Motoshi had been raised in a military way, though he didn't follow it always, it was his way to talk with the higher ups. And at the moment, though he couldn't judge S's strength yet, the other was this 'Boss' to him.

[SqueezeBabe]

Units, report immediately to the Hangar for your orientation.

 

Max blinked as the mechanical voice cut through the silence. Had he dozed off? The thought occurred to him that he hadn't actually had any real sleep since being defrosted and was struck with the thought that perhaps all of this was just a dream. He slowly got up and stretched himself out, now suddenly itching to be moving after spending all that time in stasis, as if the desire to move would put to bed the earlier thoughts of dreams and subsequent nightmares.

 

He exited his room; seeing as the others had already gone on ahead, he followed behind them, his large frame moving silently as he listened to the idle chatter that the others engaged in. It made him feel envious in a way, and more conscious of his own shortcomings. He didn't think that it was shyness that stopped him from interacting with the others, just... he was already starting to emotionally distance himself to save himself from future heartache. If he didn't get involved, then his feelings wouldn't get in the way of the mission.

 

They arrived at their destination, a large hanger completely decked out with S standing inside already suited up and waiting for them. Immediately Toma opened his mouth and started talking, eliciting a wince from the tall man, would the guy talk through the entire mission? He tried to hide the look of irritation on his face; he was surely just tetchy due to the uncertainty that still surrounded the series of events that had led up to this moment, but now that they were here and assembled, he was sure all would soon be revealed.

[707]

Thick silvery lashes quivered as pale lids lifted an inch to reveal bright diamond eyes, gaze lidded but nonetheless sharp and intense; appraising every one of those laid before them.

 

Aoyama Toma. Lean, average height. Armor preference, acceptable. Weapon preference, diverse. Inquisitive, energetic, chatterbox.

 

Edges of hidden lips lifted in a minuscule smile, while sticky eyes dragged up and down the green-armored male's form in an almost lingering caress. This guy would perhaps keep things lively.. one way or another.

 

Kira Motoshi. Petite, average height. Armor preference, questionable. Weapon preference, ranged. Silent, closeted, emotionally stunted.

 

Heavy gaze leaped, landing and consuming the form of the next individual. Piercing orbs locking on the smallest of skin indents that explained every single assessment. Flat lips, sharp eyes and neutral expression... red hair. S found himself smirking slightly at the entire person that Kira created. He found it rather interesting.. in an inquisitive kind of way. Somehow he knew that Kira would prove to be his biggest amusement even against Toma.

 

Maximillian. Broad, tall. Armor preference, bulky. Weapon preference, meele. Silent, careful, calm.

 

Lidded eyes lifted a bit more, taking in the entire mass of the last person presented. The strong silent type, it seemed. Pearly whites briefly appeared beneath hidden lips as S gave a small grin.

 

Oh, yes. It would definitely prove interesting to work with them.

 

Bright gem eyes returned back to Toma, his inquiry floating languidly against the clear spring that was S' thoughts. Tilting his head to the side, he gave the newbie a faux hooded look.

 

"Would you like a private viewing?" Monotonic as it was, his amusement was clear.

 

Not even giving the other a chance to reply he turned back to address the three of them, his voice now firm with years of practiced command but still with a soft ring that hinted youth and progress.

 

"First of all, I'd like you to answer a question: Why do you think that after two thousand years, they, the undead, still rule the surface?"

 

Beyond the chimes of his voice, there was nothing else.

[Sosuke0549]

Intense...that was the word to describe S's gaze. It made Toma slightly uncomfortable, Toma's eyes darted to the floor, as S looked him up and down. He noticed his minuscule smile, did that mean that he liked what he saw? The slightly intense aura He got from S faded as he turned his attention to the others. Toma found himself looking back at is new leader. He was defiantly a mystery. He didn't pay much attention to the others as reality started to sink in for Toma. He was really here....He was chosen to not only protect his little sister but all of man kind... he also had protect his comrades...if they ever needed his help... Toma snapped out of his thoughts feeling S's gem eyes on him again. He met his gaze, giving him a small smile. The older male titled his head to the side and gave him a faux hooded look.

"Would you like a private viewing?"[/Quote]

No way! This serious brute was jokefull too? Could it be that unlike the others, he had some sense of humor?! Yes!

 

Toma's eyes widened slightly as his small smile grew into a grin... of yes...they'd get along just fine. Monotonic as He was, his amusement was pretty clear. Before he could say anything the other turned back to address them all, his voice now firm with years of practiced command with a soft ring that hinted youth and progress. He didn't know anything about S but...he could tell why he was the leader and not him. He had that vibe....that aura that just made you want to believe, trust, and follow him... He looked..just like a leader. The handsome features, The slight humor, But firm voice and mind set to command... Toma was rather impressed and...surprisingly mesmerized.

"First of all, I'd like you to answer a question: Why do you think that after two thousand years, they, the undead, still rule the surface?"[/Quote]

Toma paused at the question. He crossed his arms for a moment before, putting his fingers to his chin. Thinking..... when he spoke.

"Why? Well... there could be multiple reasons...Our Technology may not be advanced enough, or they've built an immune deficiency to our weapons, or the most basic one is that there's just to many and not enough of us.. I mean...30% of us is...all that's left...And not to be a debbie downer but if operation Wipe out failed then...why are here?"

He looked at S being serious.

 

" I get that all four of us are the last hope for human kind and what not...but our Technology is advised enough to put Humans into hibernation, and we got these bad ass weapons and armors and nonbots but... what's the point in fighting the undead? I love earth just as much as the next froze human popsicle, but why haven't we left? I doubt earth will recover from all the nuclear radiation and toxic fumes. There nothing here for us any more... if we did get rid of the undead wouldn't it be impossible to grow food again... at least not in the soil.. there's no animals...if there is there all mutated right? Why hasn't the human race high-tailed it out of here? "

There had to be other plants out there right?

"And hey...Don't get me wrong. I'm not saying we Can't save the world and stuff, I mean, with me, anything is possible"

He grinned a little before he ran a hand threw his silky blond hair, sighing.

"I just...want this to matter. I don't want to spend...years trying to save our home when...its fruitless in the end. "

He became quite as he glanced at his comrades. Did they understand?

[InkompleteWish]

Eyes fluttered open and Kira noticed already that the other had lots of experience concerning the world. It just showed in one's eyes. And it intrigued the red head. How much did the other know, how often did he fight? And most important how strong was he? Just like he guessed, S had a leader aura. Someone that is born to lead, that has the strength and qualification. It just showed on some people. Not on Motoshi though. Earlier in his life, people never thought that he was really strong which was true in a sense. He was lacking in physical strength but he came up for it for his swiftness. Besides that, he was never one to lead. He was far too egoistical to do so, if there was a fight he would jump in and if he deemed the situation impossible he wouldn't really try. Only if the strategy would prove to be fruitful, then he would fight. He might have the brain for these things but not the brawn.

 

S's gaze swept over them and Kira could feel that the other was analyzing them. An important step. The other had to know them to some point to use all of their strengths in the right way. The first impression had been a good one so far. And then Motoshi was thinking about the question the other asked. It was true; the undead were still living and probably were still a large part of the 'population' of the earth. In a sense, Toma's words were true. After erasing the undead from the earth, there wouldn't be much of a chance for it to come back to its strength. The earth has been dying every since, it was strong on it's one but would it be able to overcome the atomic pollution? It was questionable in a sense but Kira didn't really care. Humanity didn't create a space ship for all of the remaining humans to flee so there was only one choice. Fighting. Fighting and hoping that mother earth would be able to rest up to her full strength.

 

"I guess one point is that undead are...well dead. They don't need food, water, sleep or even air. They are just puppets I believe so they can't die of natural sources. And even if they are missing a limb or two they could still 'live'. Humans on the other hand need everything, so if the resources die out, then so dies humanity. In order to kill an undead you either have to burn the whole body or kill its brain I think. And since they walk around in such a large number the possibility to die is over 90%. No one sane enough would try it." he spoke his own opinion. Adding //We aren't sane after all. Why else would they rest their hope on us? We are mad enough to go out there and fight them.// in his thoughts.

[707]

Reintegration::

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"Shall I inform the others to head for the hangar?"

 

The melodious voice of GENESIS asked through S' small earpiece, giving him a simple sense of privacy. The gentle taps of his footsteps remained constant as he traversed the hallway and into the elevator with masterful stride and stealth. He gave a small shake of his head, as an answer, just as the doors hissed open.

 

"Inform them when I get there. Wouldn't it be more dramatic if I'm already there waiting for them when they arrive?"

 

A small smirk crossed hidden lips as the elevator silently took it's descent. Somehow he hoped that they would be in a hidden part of the hangar, somewhere the others won't be able to see immediately since he didn't want to ruin the surprise just yet. Maybe he'll show it to them once they prove themselves capable. Still S couldn't stop the few seconds of excitement that passed through him just by the thought of using them.

 

"Shall I close the lights as well and only let the glow of the hangar monitor to chase away enough of the darkness?"

 

If S didn't know any better, he would think that GENESIS was being sarcastic while at the same time going along with his rare show of theatricality. Still, the idea wasn't entirely without it's merit and as the elevator doors opened to the weapons room, he decided that he would go for it. It wasn't everyday that he get to introduce himself to his unit.. properly, that was.

 

"Do it. And make sure the armors and weapons are lined properly there since after a bit of the orientation, we'll go out.. and have a walk around."

 

He stated the last part with a slow and thick tone, diamond eyes going lidded as if the thought of what was to happen was enough to make the stoic man show palpable excitement, or at the very least impatient desire.

 

S gave the weapons room no heed, crossing it without as much a glance to anything in particular, eyes perfectly trained on the far door. He'd seen it all, some had even been his ideas turned reality although the white sterility of the room was new to him. He hadn't expected that but somehow it was still a welcome sight even though it was a bit ironic since in his experience, weapon rooms were nothing short of messy.

 

Shrugging broad shoulders, he took a step just as the doors to the hangar hissed open and brief darkness swallowed him. He welcomed it though, let it cradle every part of him before exhaling a silent breath just as a massive monitor lowered from the infinite span that was the roof. It glowed a dim blue, hovering about ten feet above the floor, and illuminating six stands of armors in front of it; one of which a familiar black and red, standing almost commandingly in the middle.

 

Heading towards it, S lifted an eyebrow as his armor clicked open, like an insect's exoskeleton, beckoning for him to just embrace it and let them become one. A momentary lapse of step was the only indication of his shock as he continued towards it. And when he was before it, he lifted his arms from his side and welcomed his armor clicking into place, and as he turned, the glow of the monitor behind him and his helmet trapped against his right arm and side, S murmured,

 

"Call them."

 

Units, report immediately to the Hangar for your orientation.

 

And so he waited, with eyes closed and senses sharp.

[Sosuke0549]

Units, report immediately to the Hangar for your orientation.[/Quote]

GENESIS voice echoed threw out the room.

 

Toma glanced up at the ceiling, only to let His eyes return to comrades. So far they all seemed like okay kind of guys.

"Duty calls..."

He grinned a little, he still was somewhat of a child at heart so saying the word "duty" would always make him grin.

 

Toma headed out first. His head high, being a tad cocky. He knew everyone now.. Kiba was rather quiet not really want you call a social butterfly. Kiyoshi seemed quiet to, a little withdrawn but maybe that was be cause they were all strangers to each other. Akiyama was like a walking robot! The guy has zero emotions but that just made Toma more interested in him. He wondered if he could make him laugh? Or maybe get on his nerves so much that he gets pissed! Kazusa seemed lazy but kind of gave off that cool settle vibe. As for there leader, who enjoyed walking around naked, He couldn't place the man quiet yet, but assumed he was the serious type. He went to the Hanger and stopped at the doors until the others caught up with him, And once they did he pushed the glowing blue button on the wall, opening the doors to the Hanger, that hissed . A massive monitor could be seen glowing a dim blue hovering about ten feet above the floor, and illuminating five stands of armors in front of it; one of which was his dark green armor that he decided on and loved! But standing in front of all that was S. The man was wearing his armor and had his helmet trapped against his right arm and side, the room was rather dark and dimly lit, giving S a sort of, kick ass vibe.

 

Toma grinned, giving a low whistle to show how impressed he was as he stepped inside.

His eyes wondered the the room to ultimately fall on there gorgeous leader.

"Wow, you went all out, and here I thought you'd be in your birthday suit~ "

He giggled at his own comment, and quickly apologized assuming S wasn't one to enjoy jokes, or his teasing.

"I'm only teasing. Names Toma...sir"

He hesitated on calling S sir... did he want them to call him that?

 

If you couldn't tell Toma was quite talkative, he was usually the first to speak, smile, and well... do anything. You could call him a pain in the ass, annoying, or cocky, but he was no coward and the blond was no idiot... in fact he was very smart, but perhaps...he didn't always show that. He glanced at his other comrades but didn't say anything to them, He himself really wanted to go outside and hoped S would let them.

 

He knew it would be ugly... there wouldn't be any blue sky's or oceans, no green grass or birds... he'd probably come face to face with horrible creatures, creatures that were once human...and now forever lost but he didn't care. His curiosity was killing him. He wanted to see.

[InkompleteWish]

Their conversation was cut short however when GENESIS voice travelled through the rooms. So S was finally ready to 'welcome' them. But the naked guy had probably been on the world above their little hideout already, so the other had the most experience with the beings on the outside world. The brunette was already interested to listen to this stuff. Though he was a scout, Kiba loved fights and if he could kill these things without hesitation, then he would really enjoy the little outings. One wrong step and he might get killed but it's not like Kiba didn't know this. In fact, he knew since the beginning that he could easily die and frankly he didn't mind it. His life was never the best and he still enjoyed it up till now, if he had to part already then it must be fate. Only the strongest will survive in this world.

 

Toma walked ahead of them and Kiba followed. They had to meet S now. After they arrived at the Hanger they could see their leader in spotlight. This time even dressed in his armor. It was impressive but Motoshi wanted to see him fight first before judging him. His own armor stood behind S in a neat line with the other armor’s his partners have chosen. The other male radiated an aura of superiority and strength and the brunette was really eager to finally see him in action.

 

"Motoshi Kiba" he replied after Thoma, giving his own name. The other probably knew their names already but Motoshi had been raised in a military way, though he didn't follow it always, it was his way to talk with higher ups. And at the moment, though he couldn't judge S's strength yet, the other was a 'Boss' to him.

[Teesie]

Units, report immediately to the Hangar for your orientation.

 

With deep thoughts being interrupted, Masanori stood from his position on the floor. It was none other than GENESIS giving, yet again, another command. Kiyoshi didn't mind taking orders from another as long as he was given his fair share of human rights, as well as space. Spotting a member, the twenty four year old followed behind the other in search of the Hangar's capacity.

 

--So this is where we are to meet S for the first time." The purple eyed male thougt, having not seen the stark naked male as he was engrossed in the surrounding. Waltzing behind two before him Masanori wondered why had he been saved. At such a times as now he was sure that many wouldn't be too willing to help a stranger. Survival of the fittest was sure to come into play at some point.

 

Upon entering the room, purple orbs landed amongst a man standing in armor. An amused smirk lounged across Kiyoshi's lips. He manage to stop the laughter that was erupting from the base of his stomach. This man was S. It was comical that the leader, to him, seemed suit intimidating. The dark haired unit wasn't quick to feel threatened by someone, despite that fact he could feel that S was much more experienced. Slightly bowing to the man in charge, Kiyoshi parted his lips to speak.

 

" It is nice to meet you sir S, I am Kiyoshi, Masanori." He spoke without thinking, voice lacking life. Assuming the upright stature, he gazed upon the lights illuminating the leader's figure.

 

[yumemochi]

_{"Oh, we're being summoned," Shirone noted casually, the dark-haired male soon followed after the others, walking in a calm and languid fashion. He doesn't quite understand why everyone wanted to go with this serious, 'I'm too cool for you to even say three sentences, so get lost' demeanor,' but that wasn't his problem if they insisted acting like robots. The only exception was Toma, who seemed to be the more talkative of the bunch which thankfully eased some tension among them as his voice broke the silence.}

 

_{"Wow, you went all out, and here I thought you'd be in your birthday suit~ "}

 

_{Shirone does his best to hold back snickering at the joke, though his slightly shaking shoulders practically gave him away as he brought up a hand to quickly cover his mouth and pretended to cough instead. Carefully masking his face into an expression of indifference, the brunette watched as each began to introduce themselves to their new leader. This 'S' person. Thinking back, he wonders if that was really his name or just an Alias or maybe even an initial for his real name. It was a pretty trivial thing to ponder about, but it had him curious nonetheless. 'It could mean sadist...or superior? Sexy? heh, probably,' He began to list out random traits in his head while doing his best to maintain a composed demeanor, he was actually pretty thankful to have stood somewhere near the back.}

 

_{Eventually it was his turn to introduce himself, his eyes traveled around the room for a short moment, noticing the many weapons and armor behind their leader before landing on said leader. His lips eased into a lazy smile, it was most likely he already knew about all of them but going with the flow he says his name anyways, "Kazusa, Shirone, and though it may sound like a girly name, I am in fact, a boy." He quipped in a mild-mannered tone, a suggestive look in his dusty purple eyes, he holds back adding an innuendo there and did a little bow, for formalities sake. "It's nice to meet you."}

[Stardust_Bunny]

"Units, report immediately to the Hangar for your orientation."

Kou didn't feel bothered by the summoning. Instead, he continued to examine the building's inner structure and the way most machines around him were build. This place was high-tech, and it pleased him so much to see something this developed. Two thousand years ago, there weren't any fun toys to play with, such as those in here.

 

Watching the others leave one after another, Kou sighed and nodded to himself. He tried very hard to motivate his own body to move, and being left behind all alone certainly helped the whole process. The man swiftly walked after his still unknown subordinates and followed them, eventually reaching the dreaded hangar, where they all gathered in front of yet another stranger, who was in no ways similar to them.

 

Kou felt himself staring at the mysterious man, who was simply standing there, with his eyes closed and his position firm. Being an engineer, Kou was rarely fascinated by something other than machines, but right now, he was truly interested. This was, perhaps, their leader. Naturally.

 

Looking at the others who introduced themselves one after another, Kou couldn't help but smile a bit. He liked them, all of them, especially the first one, whose name was Toma. A fun guy, indeed. As for the rest, they were all extremely cool-headed and disciplined, and it made Kou feel proud for being a part of such a professional team. He couldn't help but notice the man next to him, Shirone, silently giggling at Toma's entertaining choice of words. Seeing someone having fun like that made Kou smile warmly, until he realized that he was, in fact, the only one left to be introduced.

 

"Akiyama Kou. A pleasure to meet you." Kou's slender figure bowed, his lips speaking the truth. It was, indeed, a pleasure to meet not only the leader, but also everyone else, albeit so far indirectly. There was enough time for all of them to talk and get to know each other personally but, of course, first things first.

 

[707]

"Wow, you went all out, and here I thought you'd be in your birthday suit~ "

 

One sharp eyebrow lifted, closed lids fluttering as a slit of diamond pale regarded the energetic youth with practiced disinterest-boredom. Stance not changing, thin lips curled at the edges before, "Would you have preferred to watch my dick instead of my face then?" A small exhale of amusement as his gaze drifted to the rest.

 

"Kazusa, Shirone, and though it may sound like a girly name, I am in fact, a boy."

 

Head tilting a bit to the side, white locks fluttering along with the smooth motion as clear eyes zeroed in to the speaker's face before darting up and down the slim figure, like a laser guided missile. "I am well aware of that, Private. I did see your shriveled up dick in cryo-stasis." Amusement danced within his eyes even though his was a face of blank indifference.

 

He gave them all enough time to get settled, motioning with a glide of an arm towards the remaining armors, letting the gesture itself do the talking. S knew that the experience of his charge were only of what they have seen and fought before they were sent to sleep. The most that they would have probably encountered was the usual zombie horde, waves of decaying human corpses that were all infested with various parasites and smaller organisms alike. They would probably remember the outside world as a place where ruins of towers and buildings destroyed by flames and military weapons and various natural calamities. Maybe it was still what they thought of it.

 

But it wasn't. And the creatures that roam within it have all changed from the long past that they were. These were now creatures, beings, that kill for a purpose other than to sate primal hunger.

 

Giving all of them another once-over, S nodded, mostly to himself, curling his free hand into a fist before slowly relaxing the armored digits. ""First of all, I'd like you to answer a question: Why do you think that after two thousand years, they, the undead, still rule the surface?"

 

As the last echo of his question rang around them like a voluminous gong, he wondered if any of them would be able to put the hidden pieces together. Although what he really wanted to see was how they would react once the truth was set upon them.

 

S hoped they do no lose their fire.

[Sosuke0549]

Toma glances behind him seeing Shirone snicker at his joke. It was good to see someone laugh. But having Shirone laugh only boosted his cocky behaviour now. He looks back at S seeing one sharp eyebrow lifted, closed lids fluttering. His Stance didn't change but his features did. S's lips curled at the edges. Toma couldn't tell if he was irritated, or if that was his twisted awkward way of smiling.

"Would you have preferred to watch my dick instead of my face then?"[/Quote]

Toma eyes widened slightly as he scratched the back of his head, looking at the ground.

"uh..n...No..?"

Toma muttered, looking up at S again. Clearly not expecting a response Like that. He started to die down his humor, realizing things were about to get serious. But Toma wondered if he was dreaming when he saw that small exhale of amusement in his eyes. The guy was no open book...That's for sure.

"Kazusa, Shirone, and though it may sound like a girly name, I am in fact, a boy."[/Quote]

Toma glances at the other, before looking at S seeing him tilt his head a but, his locks moving along that flawless skin of his. The man sized Shirone.

"I am well aware of that, Private. I did see your shriveled up dick in cryo-stasis."[/Quote] Amusement danced in S's dark eyes despite his blank face. Toma had a difficult time holding back his laughter. He covered his mouth with his hand a little but mostly failing at concealing his laugh. When he was done He quickly crossed his arms over his chest, paying attention now.

 

S gave them all another look before nodding,curling his free hand into a fist before slowly relaxing the armored digits. Toma couldn't help but take note of how the other moved. Just how strong was He?

""First of all, I'd like you to answer a question: Why do you think that after two thousand years, they, the undead, still rule the surface?"[/Quote]

The question echoed threw out the room. Toma paused taken aback by the question. He hadn't given it much thought till now....

He lightly pinched His chin thinking....

But like always he was the first to speak.

"Why? Well... there could be multiple reasons...Our Technology still may not be advanced enough, or they've built an immune deficiency to our weapons, or the most basic one is that there's just to many and not enough of us.. I mean...30% of us is...all that's left..."

He looked at S being serious.

"Or maybe the undead has mutated so much that there practically impossible to kill.."

 

Toma understood that the six of them were the last hope for humankind and what not...but there Technology has advanced enough to put Humans into hibernation, and they high tech weapons to protect them, what was stopping them from running away?

He loved earth just as much as the next froze human popsicle, but When he really thought about the situation he doubted that earth would ever recover from all the nuclear radiation and toxic fumes. There was nothing here for them any more... if they did get rid of the undead wouldn't it be impossible to grow food again... at least not in the soil.. there's no animals...if there is there all mutated now. However...he tried to put aside all these questions for now. He wanted to hold on to hope... all of them where there for a reason...and there had to be some kind of hope to save their home planet....right?

Pulling out of his thoughts He shrugged sighing.

"That's my theory any way- "

[InkompleteWish]

Eyes fluttered open and Kira noticed already that the other had lots of experience concerning the world. It just showed in one's eyes. And it intrigued the red head. How much did the other know, how often did he fight? And most important how strong was he? Just like he guessed, S had a leader aura. Someone that is born to lead, that has the strength and qualification. It just showed on some people. Not on Motoshi though. Earlier in his life, people never thought that he was really strong which was true in a sense. He was lacking in physical strength but he came up for it for his swiftness. Besides that, he was never one to lead. He was far too egoistical to do so, if there was a fight he would jump in and if he deemed the situation impossible he wouldn't really try. Only if the strategy would prove to be fruitful, then he would fight. He might have the brain for these things but not the brawn.

 

During the introduction of the other males as well as S's own remarks every now and then, it proved to be a lighted conversation. S didn't instruct them to just rush out and kill some of the zombies already. He probably saw that they were still a bit sluggish and disoriented. Even the red head had to confess that his brain hasn't woken up fully yet. He might be able to fight but it wasn't his best form to do so. So it was a nice change of scenery, the other released the aura of a leader but he at least tried to be 'comfortable' around his subordinates. Relationships could mean difficulties in their mission but it was vital to have good teamwork and that only worked if they knew each other. Kira hated to interact with weaker people but he guessed that these guys must at least be as strong as himself, or else they wouldn't have been chosen for this mission.

 

Anyway, the first impression of S had been a good one so far. And then Motoshi was thinking about the question the other asked. It was true; the undead were still living and probably were still a large part of the 'population' of the earth. They could have mutated yes, humanity knew of the consequences of atomic energy yet they still used it and now look how they ended up. Not it was up to their group to clear the earth of these monsters. And Motoshi hoped for everyone that they would be able to do it. Else humanity would die due to its own fault. They might have survived up to now but ever species had an end somewhere. And if they wouldn't be able to cleanse the earth.....well then humanity would probably die. Be it through hunger or other humans. Greed was one of the essential parts of humans; some just didn't act on it. But most did anyway.

 

"I guess one point is that undead are...well dead. They don't need food, water, sleep or even air. They are just puppets I believe so they can't die of natural sources. And even if they are missing a limb or two they could still 'live'. Humans on the other hand need everything, so if the resources die out, then so dies humanity. In order to kill an undead you either have to burn the whole body or kill its brain I think. And since they walk around in such a large number the possibility to die is over 90%. No one sane enough would try it." he spoke his own opinion. Adding //Why else would they rest their hope on us? We are mad enough to go out there and fight them after all.// in his thoughts.

[Teesie]

Masanori averted his attention to the leader once more, a brow of his own raising at the vulgarity spewing from S' mouth. It wasn't something that Kiyoshi was not expecting, albeit he wasn't familiar with the man in charge. With glancing around the room, the dark haired male took in his comrades features, stopping to study one. The purple orbs glared to Toma. The guy was cocky and energetic. Two aspects that could lead to a fatal mistake. Masanori was sure that with such traits, the other could be quite impulsive. He just hoped it wouldn't happen around him, or...-

 

--Tsk, can you get it together Masanori. He thought himself.

 

Glancing away, his attention was given, once again, to S. The snow haired man seemd quite demanding despite his responses. Kiyoshi was sure the mab could own the room just by appearing. With such a straightforward nature, Masanori was sure the leader had little sympathy. Shaking his head, Kiyoshi threw the thought out the window. It was rude to judge one when not knowing much about them. Within the next moment S spoke.

 

"First of all, I'd like you to answer a question: Why do you think that after two thousand years, they, the undead, still rule the surface?"

 

Masanori sat quiet for a moment, respecting his allies as they spoke of their reason. The two had a logical sense of the case, albeit he wasn't too sure he'd follow on the same path. There was a chance that he could be absolutely wrong, or right, even if just a little. With the disgust, the dark haired unit had thoughts of passing up the question just for the hell of it. Though, he was sure S wouldn't be very fond of that decision. Masanori wasn't much for making bonds, albeit he knew to play his role whenever it was given. It was the known fact of fate.

 

"Hm, I can't be too sure other than the obvious; however, I'd say it is humanity's fault. Whether it be that we were too much of a coward to fight back, or the fact that we even manifested such creatures." Masanori answered with a sneer. The thoughts angered him.

 

[yumemochi]

_{The last one had finally introduced himself, unaware that he had been caught laughing earlier on, the brunette instead, tenses slightly when he felt S' piercing stare.}

 

_{'Why do I get the feeling that I'm being analyzed?' Shirone thinks to himself as he felt S' gaze peruse him like one would a book. 'Yep. I'm definitely being analyzed.' He decided while grimacing inwardly. Surely this man was gonna say something... unnecessary...}

 

_{"I am well aware of that, Private. I did see your shriveled up dick in cryo-stasis."}

 

_{Though he surely wasn't expecting to hear that of all things to come out of their leader's mouth. Amusing as it was, it stunned the brunette for a few moments, thinking to himself if he had really just heard the stoic-looking male make a joke --at his expense too-- before his lips cracked into a bemused expression once more and a soft chuckle escapes his lips. It was only too bad that the joke had been in vain as it was only Toma who had laughed this time, but then again, perhaps that wasn't their leader's purpose...}

 

_{"Well, I'm truly honored that my shriveled-up dick had been worthy of your attention during that time," He responded, it's quite hard to tell if he was just teasing or being serious though, crossing his arms, the brunette then maintained a somber demeanor when S continued, with a question that held a lot of baggage in itself.}

 

_{"First of all, I'd like you to answer a question: Why do you think that after two thousand years, they, the undead, still rule the surface?"}

 

_{Of course they weren't here to just play around...he knew that, and he was old enough to not be affected by such a thing so quickly. Just another job, after all, a guy like him, what else did he have to lose? It made things all the more easier for him. Like bullets, they'd simply be discharged once they did their part and that was enough, wasn't it? Knowing this Shirone was already fully prepared. Emotionally and mentally. All that's left was the training itself.}

 

_{Listening to the other's giving their own two cents about it, Shirone more or less agreed with the various points and ideas they had. "A lot of factors play in when one would think about it. Could be the human's fault, or an entirely unknown source." He began, his thinking was perhaps a bit unconventional, but Shirone tended to think out of the box, "Like say, what if the undead had found a way to reproduce without using humans as another means of spreading it's virus?" he offered. "It's not entirely impossible, since no one has been able to prove so yet, but what do I know? I've been asleep for awhile, so...it's just an inkling of sorts..." Giving a shrug, he trailed off a bit.}

 

_{"Anyways, all I'm saying is, aside from being the weaker species now as they are dominating countless areas with their increasing numbers, it's still not safe to assume we're fully at fault here. Be it from weaker weapons or the undead being immune to them. Simply put, reproduction via another source must be the key, hence it's made it literally impossible to eradicate them; is my theory in that aspect." He gives a soft exhale at that rather winded statement of his before massaging his throat. Man, all this talking was making him parched too...}

[Stardust_Bunny]

"I am well aware of that, Private. I did see your shriveled up dick in cryo-stasis."

 

"Pff--" Kou couldn't keep quiet now. When he heard their boss talking with an unexpectedly vulgar tone and vocabulary, he just burst into laughter. Kou didn't even have time to cover his mouth in order to seem more disciplined - he just laughed until tears would form in his eyes, after which he tried to calm down and wiped them with his fingers.

 

"Shriveled up dick ... oh god." The Engineer giggled, biting on his lips to stop himself. "Shit, I'm sorry, I don't hear dick jokes every day and it kind of caught me unprepared." Kou apologized, wiping yet another pair of tears from laughter. He breathed in, then breathed out and slapped himself lightly, trying to regain his composure for the serious question that was asked. Shirone's witty reply didn't help either, and Kou found himself chuckling quietly again. Ah, it was good to see everyone so lively, cracking jokes and talking about their dicks.

 

"First of all, I'd like you to answer a question: Why do you think that after two thousand years, they, the undead, still rule the surface?"

 

With the question now asked, Kou paid great attention to what his teammates answered. It seemed that all of them had a, more or less, clear idea of what happened two thousand years ago. Some of them backed their theories with knowledge and facts, others simply guessed and/or said what they were thinking. Kou, on the other hand, had a different answer that didn't fit in any of those categories. And it was, perhaps, one that wouldn't be as liked and approved of, as the answers of the others.

 

"Why? Most certainly, the reason would be our lack of presence during that time. Had we been there two thousand years ago, ready to fight like now, instead of being frozen, then the undead wouldn't still be walking around." Kou said, quite confident in the team's capabilities. He wasn't only considering himself to be of importance for what's left of humanity; he was believing in the importance of every single one of the team, including the leader. If their team hadn't been frozen during those two thousand years, and fought instead, then those monsters wouldn't be fucking shit up now.

 

Kou frowned a bit at the thought, before he smirked and continued. "Thankfully, we're all well and walking now, and we'll do what we had to do a long time ago. The only reason those fuckers up there are evolving and living la vida loca, is because our team wasn't there to stop them two thousand years ago."

 

With shriveled dicks or not, Kou believed that this team was, undoubtedly, the best of the best. His leader, and his teammates were all capable men, and Kou was sure that together, they would all make a difference, and break the stinky motherfuckers' necks up there, one by one, until not a single remains.