(New viewpoints 01 [CD]) On the other side, Part 1 He worked quietly, quickly, not giving an ounce of thought to anything else around him. Nothing would distract him from this job; it was too important to let his concentration drift for a moment. This was it. This was the culmination of all his studies, research, testing and retesting. This was when he would prove it was not all for nothing, prove he wasn’t just another mindless drone, prove their greatest threat wasn’t as all powerful as once believed. ** Thud** **Bam** **Crash** **Shatter* The blue haired Reploid flinched as the sounds reached his ears, the tools in his hands quivering as he twitched in reaction, closing his eyes, knowing where the cause had come from already. Blinking a couple times to help regain his composure, he gently set the instruments down before turning to the one who had caused the distraction, his light blue-grey eyes shifting into a dark icy stare. The source returned with his own fiery red eyes, towering over the short Reploid. The two glared at each other, each of them trying to get the other to make a move both knew would never happen, their individual intentions obvious to the other. Finally the taller Reploid finally turned away, kicking at one of the bowls he had knocked over in his earlier impatience before leaving the small laboratory. Sighing, rolling icy eyes returned to their normal state before turning back to the previous task at hand. “If you want me to finish this, stop with the damn disturbances,” he muttered into the small mic beside him, knowing it was a useless statement and would be ignored by the other, but he felt obligated to mention it anyways. Shaking his head lightly, he picked up his tools and concentrated on the two red beam saber handles in front of him, their insides opened up to him like a body on an operating table. He resumed checking through the wires, moving them around with an intention only he knew, comparing them to other open devices around him, trying to make connections between them and the handles. “Besides, there’s easier ways to kill them.” The speaker screeched to life behind him, causing him to almost drop his equipment on the sensitive technology on the table. “I don’t care about your other stupid little pet projects right now,” came the voice, its low growl countering the high squeal from the speaker. “It’s busy…building itself or whatever you call it, so focus on my sabers instead. You were able to create your own damn Psionic shields; how much harder can this be?” “How about you shut up then and let me concentrate,” the blue Reploid replied back, never looking away from the work before him. ‘As soon as this is over I am definitely working on that communication jammer upgrade.’ “What do you mean it’s not working?” The red arm crashed into the wall, knocking some loose equipment off of a shelf. Fire and ice met yet again as the two Reploids locked their eyes, neither one wanting to back down. “That’s exactly what I mean. There’s just no way to combine the two technologies. Especially not with what I have to work with,” the blue Reploid responding with a sweep of his arm, gesturing to the falling apart building barely providing shelter filled with all sorts of tools in all sorts of conditions. “You said you could do it,” said the red haired one threateningly, starting to stalk towards his shorter counterpart. “Now, not only have you failed, but my beam sabers no longer even work?? I should just kill you where you stand.” Thin, red sabers slid out from his wrists as he continued forward, pausing when the blue plasma buster was brought up towards his face. “Don’t make threats you can’t keep Ferad,” growled the blue machine, the low hum of his buster cannon charging clearly heard. “Do you really think you even have a chance against me Terack?” In a flash of light, Ferad had dashed past the buster, his left hand holding it away, his right hand inches from the other’s neck. The only thing that kept the red beams from connecting with the blue neck was the second buster now placed directly against his chest, blue lights streaming out from various ports as it too charged up. “Just like always. You may be taller but you always forget that I have the arm length on you. You won’t touch me with those.” Ferad merely grinned in response, his hand flexing and unflexing in front of Terack’s face. “Except all I have to do is bring my hand down and it’ll slice that cannon right off your arm. I’m pretty sure I would have the advantage then.” “Yes,” Terack replied coolly, refusing to let the fiery Reploid tempt him into a battle, “but then, who would put your beam sabers back into working order?” “So you admit they no longer work!” “Only if they are removed improperly from my work. They are deactivated now so that they did not accidentally become active and destroy anything, and if you think just chopping up the wires will work, well, go right ahead. I want to see the look on your face when you realize how you just became the destroyer of your own weaponry.” Ferad seethed at the shorter Reploid, hating the fact that he knew Terack was right. Letting out a yell, he swung at the next nearest object he could, a cart holding various tools, sending it crashing into a metal shelf holding other various wires and equipment, which then in turn tipped over and crashed onto the side of the table, instantly collapsing under the sudden weight. Everything on the table went sliding down into a pile on the floor, everything jumbling together in a massive mess. “In fact, I’m pretty sure it’s close to the look you have now,” muttered the blue machine, not bothering to hide the smirk crossing his face before a flash of light came from the clutter in front of them. Both of them turned from the brightness, sparks flying out from random areas in the jumble of parts. “My, that’s impressive.” “I could just build you a buster cannon. Well, maybe a rifle, but a ranged weapon of some sort.” A red beam saber found itself imbedded in the wall beside the blue head. Terack didn’t even flinch, having already anticipated it happening. He just continued meddling with all the wires, trying to splice them together in different ways. “And rid myself of the pleasure of seeing their faces clearly as they fall to my attacks? I think not,” Ferad replied, yanking the saber out of the wall and pacing around the room. Ever since the fortunate accident a few years ago, the two had finally been able to start the army that had been the reason for them teaming up in the first place. They would prove that North America was not lost to the Mavericks just yet. They had already set up a headquarters after driving all the humans out of Annapolis and their army was slowly but steadily growing. “With a proper scope, you can still see it,” was the only reply he gave as a shower of sparks shot up and away from him. “Was that it?” Ferad was quick to Terack’s shoulder, grinning, staring down at the machinery at Terack’s hands, which only produced a thin stream of blue smoke from the tangle of wires. “No. It’s not. It never has been since that day. It was a completely random, and extremely quick, series of actions. Without anything taping it, there’s no way to actually reproduce it purposely.” “So throw some stuff around then,” Ferad growled down at him, returning to his sulking around the room. “It’s bound to happen faster that way, right?” Terack sighed, shaking his head as he got up from the table and walked over to a row of computer screens. “Hey, what are you doing?!” “Just checking our progress on the other project,” he replied, flicking on a couple switches as the machines hummed to life. The screens flickered on, revealing the other end of video cameras that were scanning back and forth across an apparently empty village. “What’s to check? They’re all dead, right? That was the purpose of it, to kill them all.” Ferad walked over to the screens, watching them as well. “You fired the capsules in, they set free the virus, and everyone died. Well, except for these kids here.” Ferad was tapping at the screen on the far end, Terack quickly dashing down to see what he was pointing at. Sure enough, three young kids, early teens it appeared, were walking out of the building in the center of the village, discussing something before all three took off in separate directions, each one entering a different house. “There’s no way. The virus should still be active there.” “Seems your little fun time isn’t working out so well. Who would have figured?” | 
