[hider=The android]
The android knew nothing of the world as it opened its eyes for the first time. Text and shapes danced over the scenery for a second as its subsystems analysed everything. At first it could only stand there and watch as words like “structural integrity”, “organic life form” and “lumen” appeared, were given a number and then disappeared again. It was not alone, something was there with him. A “humanoid”, “male” the words flashed as a reticule locked on to the organic life form and assigned a number to the entry “power level”, 4. 
Another subsystem booted up, analytical circuits in the androids arms and legs began to run diagnostic tests. The left field of vision filled with rapidly scrolling text, names for different body parts, motors and circuits; programs and drivers. Each entry was followed by a percentage, starting at zero and rising too fast for the android to see any individual number. At the same time the humanoid poked around in another part of the room, a computer screen pulsed red and black not far from him, he was moving fast and carelessly. He ripped drawers out of desks and spilled the contents all over the floor, occasionally bending over to pick up a small trinket, soon the whole room was a mess.
The male turned around sharply and found himself staring into the glowing eyes of the android, he flinched and backed away just as the computer screen changed from a pulsating red/black to a steady green. Mechanical clasp loosened their grip on the android’s body and allowed the motors in its legs to take the weight before letting go completely. In less than a second the male had produced a weapon and aimed it at the android. “What are you?” He asked. A loading bar appeared in front of the android, “Loading dictionary”. He didn’t wait, the first shot went off almost immediately after he’d spoken. A myriads of subsystem came to life in an instant. Before the bullet hit the android’s left shoulder it had been analysed and its speed, force, and composition determined, as well as the fact that the projectile could not harm it. The bullet simply bounced off and slammed into the wall behind it.
“Answer me!” The male demanded and corrected his aim, this time going for the head. The dictionary had loaded up, but the systems responsible for producing speech sounds were far down on the list of prioritised systems. It could only understand, not reply. The android raised his hand to appear non-threatening, but it only prompted the male to squeeze the trigger once more. A tracker appeared and highlighted the tiny projectile as it cut through the air. The android’s hand moved almost by itself to intercept, but the systems hadn’t been completely linked yet. The bullet hit its target and forced the android’s head back. 
Not one to push a conversation, the male let loose again. Two more bullets were swatted at ineffectively before the linking software had done its duty. The android moved like lightning and slapped the fifth bullet out of the way, sending it straight into the green computer screen. The sixth was caught, as was the seventh and each after that. Once the weapon had emptied its clip the android opened its hand and let the captured bullets fall to the ground. 
Eyes wide as saucers, the male stumbled backwards, fell over and then scrambled to his feet. A part of the wall disappeared and revealed a long corridor leading away and slightly upward. The male ran, and the piece of wall slid back. The android wanted to follow, but was unsure if it’d be able to take a single step. Better to wait until all systems were operational. 
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[hider=Harkon] 
Darkness enveloped the room. It was quiet. Probably night time. 
Harkon was supposed to be asleep, but the last week or so he’d been unable to shut his eyes even for a moment. If he let his eyelids drop he’d be subjected to the worst torture imaginable in the form of nightmares so real that they left scars on his body that would take several minutes to heal properly. 
He prefered being awake, he’d refused to be sedated even for the most grueling and ruthless of operations. Many of the human scientists had hesitated, or left the room once he’d started to scream. They’d cut up every inch of his body, they’d cut off pieces of his organs for testing and left him to heal himself, they’d shocked him with electricity, dipped his fingers in acid and ice, talked for hours without pause and shown him imaged of everything from starving children to playing puppies. They’d done anything they could to get any kind of response. They’d said that they were looking for a reason. Why could Harkon contain the corruption without being touched by it himself? How? Was he special in some way? Was it the fusion technique? Was there a way to save all Namekians from the corruption?
Harkon had let them. Heäd suffered in silence while their scalpels tore through his skin. He’d bitten his tongue when they removed his whole arm and assured them that he’d be able to grow a new one. But no longer.  
Back then he’d been able to speak. Limac still spoke softly to him as the humans turned off the lights. That had hanged. Haron was unsure how and why, if the tests had somehow provoked the corruption, or it it had just been a matter of time. The nightmares had come, first one night per week, then two, three, four… Limac still spoke to him, offering comfort and advice, it had felt good even though everything he wanted was to be held tightly. 
Three days ago Limac stopped talking. There was still a voice, and it sounded like Limac, but it was not he. Limac was a warrior, but also a harmonious soul. This new voice was angry, menacing. It threatened Harkon in the dark hours of the night. It showed him horrible images and told him that Limac was suffering unworldly pains because of him. 
No more. He couldn’t take it any more. The voice was too strong. It could not be silenced.
“I want out of here, out of this room, out of this body.” The voice said. “I’ll get out of here, step aside, weakling.”

Normally Harkon would’ve fought, he had to stay, to help his race. But he felt his consciousness being pushed back, and something else come to the front. He lost all control, and could only watch helplessly as his body forcefully broke all constraints. It ripped the enforced door out of the wall and threw it against the humans that had been assigned to guard his room. Harkon’s body made it’s way through the underground base like it knew every inch of the place. It slaughtered everyone who came in his way, regardless if they were a threat or not. Even those that turned and ran were chased down and beaten to death. Harkon had seen war, he’d been told that “war is hell”. But no, war was horrible. Hell was being trapped in your own body, listening to someone else laugh with your voice.

The last door fell with a heavy thud. It was almost a meter thick and required two massive engines to open and close it. Yet a single blast from Harkon’s hands had been enough to knock it out of the wall. Daylight almost blinded him, he’d been sure that it had been night when the voice had taken over. How long had his body walked through the complex? Had it really been hours? 
The voice crept back into his skull and laid down to rest somewhere near his neck. 
“I’m tired now, your turn.” It said, and Harkon almost fell over as full control was once again his. He became aware of the sirens, alerting CC’s security guards, also known as saiyans. Surely, he could reason with them? Go back inside and allow himself to be captured.
He turned around and looked into the hallway splattered with blood, dismembered bodies and broken equipment. Perhaps not...
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