Stories : Just Another Catgirl (Jackie)
City of Heroes/Villains tale by ilbawac, 2011-11-24T23:56:00.0000000. Reads: 1685
Introduction
Lab Report: Nueron Industries
Date: 20030908
Subject: Clone BC#087
Notes: Subject shows signs of secondary mutation, beyond claws. Some kind of electrical field emissions. Will attempt to stimulate thought processes, possibly garner new information about this mutation.
Signed by Doctor Rogers
Accident Report: Nueron Industries
Date: 20030910
Casualties: 1(One) Doctor, 3(Three) Nurses, 12(Twelve) Security Guards.
Property Damage: Several million dollars worth, plus loss of 1(One) Clone (BC#087)
Details: The lab short circuited shortly after Rogers attempted to stimulate the clone's mental processes. As such, no footage can be found of the incident. It is apperent from the remains of the Laboratory that the security forces deployed were insufficient to contain the situation. As such, because BC#087 was never found, it is believed to have made it's way to the tunnels. I am recommending we scrap this entire side project. Praetor Berry already has Bobcat. This one is Just Another Catgirl.
Signed by Colonel Virgil Duray
Date: 20030908
Subject: Clone BC#087
Notes: Subject shows signs of secondary mutation, beyond claws. Some kind of electrical field emissions. Will attempt to stimulate thought processes, possibly garner new information about this mutation.
Signed by Doctor Rogers
Accident Report: Nueron Industries
Date: 20030910
Casualties: 1(One) Doctor, 3(Three) Nurses, 12(Twelve) Security Guards.
Property Damage: Several million dollars worth, plus loss of 1(One) Clone (BC#087)
Details: The lab short circuited shortly after Rogers attempted to stimulate the clone's mental processes. As such, no footage can be found of the incident. It is apperent from the remains of the Laboratory that the security forces deployed were insufficient to contain the situation. As such, because BC#087 was never found, it is believed to have made it's way to the tunnels. I am recommending we scrap this entire side project. Praetor Berry already has Bobcat. This one is Just Another Catgirl.
Signed by Colonel Virgil Duray
Chapter 1
I walked towards the Rift Enclosure. I breathed quickly, and yet was tentative, excited and yet nervous. A new world, a new Dimension, only a step away. What would Primal Earth be like, this strange place full of heroes and villians? I looked back one last time. At my friends. At timid Tunnel Rat, hiding in the shadows. At the Noble Savage, steadfast in his determination. At Robert and Jessica Flores, the brave journalists. I saw them all, and I saw my past. Years of scavenging in the tunnels, praying neither the Devouring Earth or the IDF caught me. Years until I was pulled into the Resistance. I want to make this world a better place, and to do that, I must leave it.
I step forward into the portal.
And step out on a hill in Talos Island.
I step forward into the portal.
And step out on a hill in Talos Island.
Chapter 2
I ended up staying at the Vanguard base for the first few nights, after the contact I had had with Dark Watcher in Praetoria. They were more then willing to give me a bunk in exchange for information about Praetoria, the Resistance, everything I knew. Of course, their hospitality could only last so long, and it was past time for me to find a new place to stay. So I asked around. Turns out, I'm not well qualified for a lot of jobs around this place, young as I am. So, maybe a school of some sort. Eventually, I was directed to Falls Academy, where I am currently enrolled. It's been quiet so far, though I've made a few friends...
Chapter 3
Fighting. Claws flying, electricity blazing, blood everywhere. People tend to frown when you kill your targets. So, I have to hold back. Hamstring one, knock the next unconscious, shock the third into submission...
Not all things, though. Demons, robots, things like that, I don't have to hold back. It's a feeling like no other. People talk about adrenaline. It's what I was made for. I feel alive in the midst of a true battle, a fight to the death. The longer the odds, the better. I start to dance through my targets as if I was in the middle of a ballroom, claws trailing sparks throguh the air, an intricate blend of metal, light, and various bodily fluids. Such as ichor or oil, depending upon the opponents.
It's what I was made for. It's what I embrace. It's who I am.
It's a good fight.
-Jackie
Not all things, though. Demons, robots, things like that, I don't have to hold back. It's a feeling like no other. People talk about adrenaline. It's what I was made for. I feel alive in the midst of a true battle, a fight to the death. The longer the odds, the better. I start to dance through my targets as if I was in the middle of a ballroom, claws trailing sparks throguh the air, an intricate blend of metal, light, and various bodily fluids. Such as ichor or oil, depending upon the opponents.
It's what I was made for. It's what I embrace. It's who I am.
It's a good fight.
-Jackie
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