Chromium fucked up and had David create rogue Reflections. I've blamed it on Chaos, but we all really know it's all his fault :P.
Anyhow, here's the story telling about them, and how that David's handling it. Yes, there will be alterations on the clan, my char, the organization, and likely Chromy's char.
Chaoids (Click to Show)
David remained in a tense silence. The two people standing in front of him were not supposed to exist. He paced back and forth, casting a glance to make sure Altaer was still positioned behind them, ready and waiting in his Exochaotic form to do whatever might be necessary.
The Doctor spun on his heel and faced the duo. “You are not supposed to be here. You are not supposed to BE at all, at least of your own accord. What do you have to say for yourself?”
The other David – the one that was standing beside of the other Dante – shrugged. “I’m you – obviously I don’t know anything more about this than you do. And Dante couldn’t help us even if he wanted to.”
The other Dante snorted. “Well thanks for the vote of confidence. Glad I’m so valuable to the team.”
Dr. MacBeth rolled his eyes. “No one can every know definitively that you exist. At the same time, you are your own beings now – I cannot dismiss you at will. You must act like the real versions of us, while at the same time making sure not to interfere with the real versions of us.”
The other Dante held up his hand. “Hold on a second – we are as real as it gets. Don’t keep treating us like we’re imaginary.”
David sighed and walked behind his desk. His leather chair welcomed him into its soothing embrace. He leaned back, rocking for a moment, staring down these two creations of his. Altaer had warned him that he had been affected by the Chaos he had encounter during their battle with The Messenger. Not being a Pure Chaos Being, David had absolutely no ability to control his own little does of Chaos now. While trying to help one of his best Serpents, his Chaos resurfaced and somehow resulted in a glitch of his Reflections powers – now he had two Reflections that were, honestly, no longer Reflections. They were as real and normal as the originals, with the exception of their innate and indestructible devotion to their creator.
A slow smile crept across David’s lips. Their devotion. Of course. Whatever he told them would be as concrete and permanent as their own existence, and obeyed without fault. There could be potential for this. Great potential. He pointed at the liberated Reflection of himself.
“You, David, shall now be known as Image. Dante, you shall be known as Delta Shift. Each of you will adopt a specific and characteristic uniform to denote your unusual function within Nehushtan. You will answer directly to me, of course, unless otherwise specified. Oh, and this new state of being that you are shall be known as…Chaoids – beings brought to life by the powers of Chaos. This is what you shall tell all who dare speak to you.”
They bowed in unison. “As you will, Master.”
David’s eyes narrowed in a lethal smile. “Good.”
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It was at times like this when David was deeply thankful for Altaer’s expertise in equipment – killer equipment. David had a mind for design, but it was Altaer who could locate just the right tools for anyone, anything, anywhere, anytime – and if not locate them, then invent them himself. The fellow certainly had an unhealthy obsession with death. As David watched him working the pair of Chaoids, deftly converting them from a pair of rogue Reflections into the ultimate of emotional slaves, he wondered what this man would have been like before his wife had been killed. Had David known him then, how greatly things would have been different! His wife would not have died, Altaer likely would not have ever died – David would even had known The Fixer’s real name. But things were what they were, and Altaer would not have become what he was today had it not been for those events. He saw glimmers of change in the man, and that gave him hope.
For now, though, he was quite happy with the way events were going. These Chaoids were exact replicas of their “original” counterparts in every aspect. Delta Shift still had the mechanical hands, memories, skills, and personality of his original version; Image was just like David himself – even now possessing the power of Reflection himself. Because they were spawned from the powers of Chaos, he and Altaer would still have to study how this would affect their existential nature. For now, though, he was still pleased with them as they were.
Altaer stepped back, white undershirt straining to contain his rippling muscles. “Well Doc, seems like we got ourselves a pair of badasses. The Chaoids have arrived – welcome to the new age of Nehushtan.”
David walked slowly around the Chaoids, absorbing every detail. Altaer had dressed them, superficially, the same. Hoods were pulled down low over helmeted and masked heads. The helmets were fitted tightly, and the masks were aggressively angular. Their helmets were bonded to the high necks of their turtlenecks, over which they wore fitted ankle-length jackets that were fitted around their bodies, then split down the back from waist down to allow for freedom of movement. Gloves disappeared into the sleeves of the jackets. Their shirts were tucked into somewhat fitted slacks which were held up by wide belts. These pants were then tucked into calf-height boots that were clearly designed for flexibility and grip. The entire uniform was a slightly glossy brushed gunmetal color, and without any defining features except for the side pockets on the slacks, the buttons on the jackets, and the buckles on the belts.
Altaer gave his crooked grin as he saw David’s approval. “Heh, thought you’d like it. Amazing what I can dig up in one day, isn’t it? Anyhow, let me give you a quick run-down. The clothing is designed to allow for absolute maximum range of movement, comfort, and at the same time tactical perfection.”
David chuckled. “Their featurelessness is certainly to my tastes, but I’m assuming it’s deceptive?”
The Fixer nodded. “Their clothing is inter-woven with strands of Kevlar, given them enough armoring to fend off light ammunition and many slicing forms of damage. Their masks are completely sealed – they breathe through military grade air filters as standard. They are equipped with voice modulators, and they can even be connected to any breathing devices to function underwater, at high altitudes, or even in space. Additionally, I designed it to thoroughly conceal their weaponry.”
David raised an eyebrow. “And what are their weapons?”
Altaer gave a thoughtful shrug. “I’ve pretty much figured out what Image should have since I’ve known you for years. Dante and I, though, don’t go all that far back, so I’ll need to run Delta Shift by him. Hell, Dante has a pretty impressive inventory of his own, though perhaps a bit less comprehensive and customized than mine.”
The good-natured rivalry between the two fighters was not lost on David, but he ignored it for the time being. After another calculating look, he spoke directly to the Chaoids. “As soon as you are equipped, you will begin serving the purpose I have given you. You – and any later Chaoids – will form The Brood of Nehushtan. Your role is to be helpers and protectors to any and all Serpents of Nehushtan – not just the Coils, although they will most likely be the ones in deepest need of your help. You are to always be either doing your jobs, or training for it. As I said before, you will answer directly to me, although you are to take orders from Altaer as well. Additionally, you will server anyone to whom I specifically direct you without fault.”
When they bowed, their altered voices spoke in unison. “We are at your command, Master.”
Altaer gave a sinister smile and winked at Dr. MacBeth. “Looks like we got ourselves the jackpot, Davy.”
David steepled his fingers. “Yes, my friend, yes indeed.”
Aaaannnndddd....here's a link for you lazy fuckers out there: Chaoids