Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-5320677-20140826123031/@comment-5583506-20140831204231

"We were created originally as an army of master killers, Da'Shanji", explained Shabhira. "Biologically engineered to perfection. Hell, you survived two headshots and you are still able to walk and talk properly. Did you actually think it was just pure luck?" She shook her head. "We are resistant. It's true that bullets hurt us like anything else, but we adapt. We grow stronger, faster, smarter. We were bred to become an army of oppression and force, my love."

He couldn't believe a word of what she was saying. Was he biologically created? He had always believed that somewhere out there, there was someone who he could have called mother or father, but in the end that had proved to wrong. An experimental laboratory and a group of scientists had been his parents.

"For what purpose?" he asked. "Were we created just to prey on the weak?"

She looked a little ashamed. "Yes, originally we were created for that purpose, that is true. But what the scientists didn't know when they bred us was that we had developed a conscience of our own, with our own moral agenda. They wanted to use us in some sort of corporation war with another company. A company which they had long fought with for a long time, ever since the war, over which one of them would have the power over the people."

She shrugged. "Little did they know that perhaps their own army didn't share their belief."

"What was the name of the other company?"

She looked at him with a stern gaze. "You should know, Da'Shanji. You were working for them. They sent you to kill this one. They have had many names during the years, but you may know them as 'the Guild'..."