[color=00a99d][h3] [b]R.A.V[/b] [/h3][/color]


"Are you sure about this? Fighting them with these weapons?"

"They are not humans. They are monsters."

"Aren't we creating the same here?"

"No. These do not possess the superhuman powers. This is science and human achievements, through gene manipulation and correction."

"So.. was Faerzen- I mean subject nine a success?"

"No. The results came back negative, the strain on the body and the brain turned that one into a bloody mess."

"But that means we'll have to create more of them?"

"Yes, unless..."

"Unless?"

"Rozenfeldt."

"Are you insane?! We cannot let that thing pilot it! Rozenfeldt is too unstable, it will be beyond our reach if that one is doing the piloting. Remember what happened last time?"

"I know that! But we are running out of funds and our sponsors want some results right now. If this keeps up we'll have to start applying for work elsewhere or go pick up dinner from trash bins."

"I hear you... I still don't like the idea of letting that thing pilot it."

"Rozenfeldt has been the only one of them able to survive an entire simulation and past it. We'll just have to make sure we can control what happens."


The scientists conversation was swiftly cut short by a alarm going off.

"Problems!" A man came running into the room the two scientists stood discussing, sweat dripping down his face. "We are under attack! Enemy is unknown! Possibly government agents. Multiple hostiles spotted by main entrance."

"Get the blast doors closed! Activate all the sentries not yet activated! Deploy the mobile drones now!" He screamed into a nearby microphone connected throughout the laboratory.

"Oh.. we are not going to make it. I knew I should have stayed at home."

"Pull yourself together! We are going to blow up the damn facility and make for our escape, our sponsors will understand the worth of secrecy. That way we can get new funding for more test subjects, and without any proof of what we've done here we cannot be sued."

A security guard came running into the room now aswell with a gun drawn. "Sir! Rozenfeldt has escaped from the containment cell block!"

"What?! Capture him at all costs! And get the prototype out of here now!" The guard nodded and ran out a door.

A walkie talkie at the security chief's belt beeped with incoming transmission. "Chief! Come in chief!" followed by some static sounds.

"Report!" The security guard yelled into the walkie talkie with a voice of authority.

"It's Rozenfeldt! Tzzzzzt... in.... the hangar....we cannot..." Alot of screaming in the background made the incoming transmission hard to hear, followed by gunfire from large machineguns and grenade shells. "...tzzz We need reinforcement- GAAAAH!" The signal ended as the security chief looked up at the three scientists present.

"Pack up all you can and take the hidden exit tunnel out, there will be an armored transport there! Hurry up people we are pulling out now!"

The walkie talkie at the belt of the chief began to signal something again which stopped the men in their tracks.

"Hn hn... I remember you told us that we should hate the supernaturals because they act all high and mighty with their accursed power... how is that any different from how you have treated us? It's not... " 

The security chief and those present in the room heard the walkie talkie on the other end being dropped before cutting out. The chief yelled quickly to the scientists. "Get down now!" He had just managed to finish his order as a beam of pure energy sliced it's way through the entire complex, slicing it up from the side as one would simply slice a piece of bread. The men threw themselves to the ground, feeling the immense heat of the beam just a little bit above them slicing through the walls as if they were made of paper. Cutting out the electricity and lights in a single go, explosions could be heard throughout the entire complex. The main generator exploding, the computer systems in control of the drones and sentries getting shredded into bits.


The once thick and massive hangar main door crashed down to the ravine below as the mechanical suit propelled itself forwards, like a reaper of the dead, a creation of nightmares. Flames surrounding it's pilot looked out through the large hole the hangar door had been. 

The black and grey mechanical suit began to lift from the ground, by means of two large jet thrusters on it's back. Making it appear like a demon or a fallen angel. The pilot, a blonde with shoulderlong hair with bangs hanging out slightly over the black visor with a red line across it.

"Fight or flight, why not both. Rozenfeldt... Rhean Armanent Variable, Taking off!" The pilot gave a pleased grin before taking flight at high speed to whom knows where. Leaving the blazing inferno behind. Knocking some equipment over by the raw force of the thrusters.