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Eleven found himself quickly coming around to Three’s way of thinking. A little enhanced interrogation seemed like a solid plan, they should figure out of these guys had any more useful information before they killed them. Seven on the other hand seemed attached to the military guys, especially the one she called Jacob. A few of the others also spoke up in defense of Jacob, Elven didn’t get it; had they forgotten that these men, all of them, had come here to kill them? It seemed foolish to him to let any of them live but Nine’s suggestion, let Jacob live and kill the rest, seemed like a fair enough compromise. As a group, they should be able to handle one prisoner, even if it did seem like more trouble than they needed. While Two broke the locks on the remaining crates, Eleven glanced at Three and gave him a nod.

“I think we could find a few creative ways to get them talking, maybe we get these guys to follow us back to another room.” Eleven suggested, “No reason for the kido to watch, things might get a little R-rated.” Eleven fell in line with the others, keeping his voice hushed. He glanced over a Nine, who seemed to have stepped into the role of their leader, her suggestion, staging a scene, was smart. “What did you have in mind? We could burn the bodies and the lab, make it harder for them to identify anything, while they’re shifting threw ashes we could have a lot more time to figure out what our next move is.” Eleven suggested.
Interested as well
Yeah, Serenity came out in 2005 and there were Blockbusters where I live at least up until 2010. And I probably would've know about firefly sooner if FOX had properly promoted it lol.
@TheUnknowable Fist time I watched Serenity I was so confused because I had never seen or heard of firefly lol. I rented it at a Blockbuster cause it looked like a cool scifi film.
Always interested in anything firefly


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Eleven tilted his head slightly at the question of what to do about the men who had come here to kill them. Some of the others seemed to think letting them live was the way to go. The thought seemed beyond crazy to him; these other men were clearly the enemy whose use had likely passed. He doubted they had any useful information left to share and the could certainly find their way out without them. He took a long drag on his cigarette and shook his head in disbelief.

“You have to be kidding right?” He blurted out looking around at the others. “They literally came here to kill us. G.I. Jackass and his crew came down here to murder us all, in cold blood, because we were somebody’s fucking science project. No judge, no jury, just executioners, think about what kind of people that makes them to begin with. Why the fuck should we let them live? Whatever happened to us has put a god damn target on our backs, and these motherfuckers can identify us. We let them live, and our faces will be out there, everywhere, and they, and probably a whole lot more, will be after us until they get the job down. I don’t know about the rest of you but I plan on living.”

Eleven was willing to kill for survival, it wasn’t even a hard choice. These men had come down here with the sole intent of killing him and his fellow lab rats so to him, they weren’t even worth considering mercy. He finished off his cigarette and flicked it at one of the guys without a number on their arms. “We can’t be afraid to get our hands dirty, not if we want to survive. I vote we kill.”


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Eleven raised an eyebrow as the group left the room they currently occupied for the storage room as suggested by the young-looking girl, Seven. He wondered if she was the one in charge, covered in blood, as she was, made him wonder if she was potentially someone to be reckoned with. She stuck close to the military looking guy who did not appear to have a number and he wondered if the large man was her body guard. She had also mentioned there had already been some deaths. “Damn, wake up a little late and I miss all the fun.” He muttered to himself as he followed the rest of the group to look for a storage room, shrugging off the challenge he had hoped to start with Ten, apparently they had bigger problems right now and he’d have to wait for some action.

As they walked Eleven reviewed the what he had heard from the others as he tried to make sense of the situation he found himself in. They were lab experiments, an attempt to recreate mutants apparently, and he wondered if he had mutant abilities or just some kind of horrible radiation poising that would slowly kill him. He didn’t feel different but after thinking on that for a second more, it seemed like a dumb thing to think, after all without his personal memories how would he know what normal felt like. The more pressing issue seemed to be Nine’s mention of people trying to kill them. Something about the thought of a constant struggle for survival felt right to him, not comforting exactly, but familiar. At least it meant a chance to blow off steam, he was more than ready for anyone who wanted to come after him.

The door to the storage room was closed, the other non-numbered men struggled to open it without success until Seven messed with some wires, Eleven didn’t really get how tech worked and he didn’t feel like that was a knowledge erased from him either, and she managed to open the door. Inside the most notable thing in the room were thirteen chests, all numbered and he was guessing that meant there were thirteen lab rats. Currently there were seven lab rats in the group, only about half, and he wondered if the others were the deaths Seven had mentioned. Some of the group immediately approached the chest that correlated to their number and Eleven scanned the room for something to pry the lock open with. His quick glace around the room he didn’t show anything immediately useful so he moved on to plan b. Eleven approached the chest with his number on it and swiftly brought the heel of his foot down on the lock a few times before it broke off.

Inside the chest was what looked to be mostly junk, a handful of things that would easily fit inside a person’s pockets. Eleven figured the chests must contain their possessions and he riffled through the objects hoping something would jog his memory. A pack of cigarettes and an old zippo lighter, he grabbed that first, the pack was full but old and probably purchased just before he was put in stasis. He placed a cigarette between his lips and with a smooth single motion flipped open and lit the zippo, instantly feeling satisfaction at the metallic noise it made, and lit the stale cigarette. He grabbed an old wallet that contained only a handful of change, he’d apparently be useful if they needed to use a parking meter, and put that in the pocket of his jeans along with the simple black pocket knife. He took another drag on the stale cigarette before grabbing the metal flask. He opened the top of the flask and sniffed the familiar smell of cheap bourbon. He’d heard Nine mention that she was a mechanic. “Hey, apparently I’m a bit of a drunk.” He half joked screwing the top back on the flask and giving it a shake, it was mostly full, before putting it into his back pocket.

Most of the others seemed to have found weapons significantly more dangerous than his pocket knife which made him wonder what sort of people he was grouped with. Being around so many guns made him feel uncomfortable, he instantly knew fists were more his weapon of choice. He flicked ashes from his cigarette onto the ground and looked at the several undisturbed chests. “What should we do the rest of them? Could be something useful in the other chests.” He suggested, although something about going through the others, the ones that were possibly dead, felt a little wrong.
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Eleven took a quick second to process what Two had told him. Lab experiments, some shadowy group of motherfuckers, that must be what Dark Anarchy was, had used him, or all of them with a number, as a lab rat then stuck them in pods, for who the fuck knows for how long, and forgot about them. He couldn’t imagine agreeing to being some kind of lab rat like this, or at least who was now without his memories didn’t. He didn’t have time to wonder about what it meant, philosophically, to have lost all personal memories right now. He decided immediately that he liked Two, she didn’t point her gun at him, big plus, and gave him enough information that he had some sort of idea what was going on. He pegged Two as reasonable, someone he didn’t think he’d have an issue working with in this weird situation they all seemed to be in. Ten, who scolded Eleven on his language, immediately struck him as a tool.

“Are you fucking kidding me with that right now? You know it’s not the eighteen fucking hundreds right, mate? And I don’t see any ladies here,” Eleven paused and took an exaggerated scan around the room, he saw two women armed with some heavy firepower and another covered in blood that did not appear to be her own. “I see some badass motherfuckers looking like they’re ready to kick ass and fuck shit up, but no ladies in need of protection from fucking swearing. Just to be fair though quick poll; does anyone here feel like they can’t handle adult language?” He kept his eyes locked with Ten sizing the man up, although he knew he should be more worried about Nine, the woman who held the gun on him, his annoyance with Ten took a stronger hold of him. He asked his question louder than necessary and smirked at Ten. He took the man’s comment about language as a challenge, which coupled with the way Ten moved to stand between him and the others and his gestures made Eleven think the other man was trying to show some sort of dominance over him. No way was Eleven about to play beta to some tool who was worried about looking like the tough guy of the group when there was bigger shit going on.

It was more than that though, Ten had a few inches on him and a solid build, the way he stood and moved made Eleven think he knew how to fight and more than anything he was hungry for good fight. His mouth was dry and his stomach was empty, but he craved adrenaline more than food or water. He didn’t know how long he’d been in that pod but his body knew it had been far too long since he’d hit anything, or been hit. His knuckles were unbruised and his muscles were stiff from lack of use; Eleven need some kind of action something to cure his restlessness. He knew they were likely going to have to be allies, the guy was a fellow lab rat, and Eleven wasn’t interested in really hurting him but rather wanted to goad the larger man in to friendly brawl just to see who would win. As far as he was concerned the best way to solve differences was to fight it out and then get over it. "Seems the only lady here, is you." He said, coldly, before cracking first his knuckles, and then his neck. He instinctively moved his footing into more of a boxer's stance but kept his arms down and more relaxed, only slightly readying himself in case the man accepted the challenge. Before anything more happened another man entered the room and Eleven allowed his attention to fall on the new guy for just a split second; he seemed to be another lab rat looking for answers. Shit, how many are there? He wondered.

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