Blivia was born in the year 2194, his hometown was San Francisco.
His whole life would be surrounded by war, but his parents were a
loving couple, that would take care of him through it all. The war was
fierce for many years, and the country had become very unstable,
and the situation was very uneasy for this family. Times were hard,
and the family of three suffered because of it. Spite that fact, the boy
was growing up to become quite the young gentleman.
In the year 2202 a Central American Free Trade Pact was signed,
and a sort of stability was brought to the nation. Blivia was eight at the
time, he was still far to young to know exactly what was going on. His
parents had also become his teachers, they did all they could to give
him a comfortable life in these times, but the wars went on bringing
more tragedy to the world around. Blivia never had any friends, he
didn’t go out much because of the world was - Tangled in war.
Later in the year 2202 the first nuclear weapon was used for the war.
Blivia was nine at the time, on this day his parents explained to him
the meaning of what happened. Many people died, allot of them
having nothing to do with the war, and many of them with families. So
many flames of life were put out. The boy cried this day, and asked
many times; “Why? Why would someone do something like that?” The
rest of the year was not a good one for the family. They were fully
aware of the danger they were in, the one they could not hide from.
In the year 2203 everything seemed quiet, though tension was still
very high. ‘How much worse could it get?’ one might ask. They would
get their answer in the late months of 2203, more nuclear weapons
were used to fuel war, and cause more death. This same story
repeated itself until the year 2005, this dramatically effected Blivia’s
childhood. He became serious, much more of a man then even some
adults were at the tender age of eleven. He was strong, and he was
weak. His mind mixed with complex emotions caused by the war;
strong emotions.
What was to happen in the year 2205 effected many, many people.
World War Three was declared, the family was struck by the news.
The boy’s parents began to wonder why they brought him into this
cruel world, even though they knew they loved him, and vowed to
take care of him as much as they could. The news itself upset Blivia
more then his parents, much more. For weeks they tried to comfort
him, all he asked for, was for it to all go away. The war, the hate, the
death.
“Millions.. Millions of people.. They have died…. IT WONT BE OKAY!”
The boy shouted as his parents tried to comfort him, they were losing
him. He was losing himself. It was only about a month later: The
ground shook, a light that seemed almost like lightning flashed into
the windows. The boy rushed outside, trying to figure out what hit
when he realized that beams of light shot down from the skies, they
disintegrated everything they touched - Wiping places, and people
from existence.
Blivia watched, terrified, and sad. Tears ran down from his eyes, more
bright beams of pure white took more lives in the distance, the ground
shook with the impact of each shot. This was when the boy found
himself being dragged back inside by his parents, he could hear
himself screaming, and crying, then everything went bright, there was
a loud booming sound, and the blast itself was enough to cause
bones to vibrate. The light dulled, one last glance before he was
inside of his house, he looked to the left, everything was gone.
People he knew, or at least had met once, or twice, gone. All that was
left was a large crater, ending at their house. It took many blocks with
it.
The night stormed with flashes of the white beams, almost like a
ferocious lightning storm that didn’t want to end. The difference is,
this storm gave no water, and no hope for survival, it only struck fear
into men, women, and children alike. Who would be next? Would it be
them? The family hid in their home in fear, his parents hoped their
house would be enough to protect their only son.
More nukes were fired throughout the rest of the year, but the
constant rain of beams in the city was a strong distraction, no one
had time to worry about other people around the world, no one except
for Blivia. He waited, and waited.. He watched for days, months, even
years as people, towns, and houses were obliterated. What could he
possibly do? If only.. Only he were strong enough to stop it himself. A
small relief for his mind was - no more nukes were used from the year
2206, to 2208.
In 2207, the rain of death was threatened. An experimental weapon
was fired into the sky - ground to orbit missiles. Suspense was high,
this was the peoples tiny gleam of hope. There were a number of
small explosions in the sky, no more beams fired onto the earth. The
weapon that rained death had been destroyed, and on this day, Blivia
was happy, and thankful to still be alive. He was far from selfish, but
he survived. Him, and his family made it through this terror alive.
The rest of 2207 was like a break for the family, the most peace they
had seen in years. No nuclear weapons were used, and the orbit
cannons had stopped firing. The boy was thirteen at the time, he felt-
No he knew this would not last. The year went on quietly, and Blivia
enjoyed what he could of it. The following year, the boy was proven
right. More nukes struck: Though the lands were far away - lives were
still lost. How many millions died in this war? The boy had lost track so
long ago. He gave up on keeping track, he was angry, and frustrated.
How many more would have to die before this fight for power came to
an end? The next few years told that story.
A peace treaty was signed in 2209 between the only two leaders left
who were strong enough to oppose one another. In this year, Blivia
had, for the first time in his life, felt it was safe to leave his home; so
he did. He spent so much time away from home, keeping his mind off
of the war. It was good for the boy, he shouldn’t have to think about
things such as war at his age. He was fifteen at the time, and most of
the whole year was a good one for the boy, and his parents. Blivia
discovered how people were on the outside world, or at least how
they were when they were restless. People rioted in the town, the boy
did not understand it at all. “Didn’t we just survive the worst? Why
would these people want to cause more death..?” He let it be for now,
people must have been so angry.
The year 2010 came quickly, it had been a whole year since the
peace treaty was signed. On this day, the boy had gone out. He went
nowhere in particular, and he had never made any friends, but he did
explore the town, the rioting had stopped long ago, a sense of peace
could be felt even through the mess that this city was. The boy was
making his way home when he saw something in the skies. Was that?
It couldn’t be. Needleman, and Fefnir flew through the air attacking
one another. Soldiers followed the battle down the street, one of them
seemed to be reploid, or was he human? It was hard to tell. The boy
was shocked for a moment, then began to rush home. “Not more
fighting..” He cried, his home was in sight, and he began to run
toward it, the sound of his own feet patting against the concrete
almost echoed in his mind.
He was close to the house, very close. Maybe it was a good thing he
wasn’t close enough, because a stray shot from Needleman’s blaster
was launched right into his home. There was a strong explosion
within, followed by a very powerful, very quick shock wave. So quick,
that the boy hadn’t even flinched. Shards of his house flew past him,
he was very lucky none of the shrapnel hit him, someone would say
he had an angel looking after him. Though, not a moment later, his
body fell limp to the ground, his young body could not take the shock
wave, and he suffered a large scale muscle death. Pain was all he
could feel, a massive pain all over, but he could not scream, he could
not even move.
Blivia’s whole life flashed before him, his parents, memories of them..
He knew they were killed by that strike, his eyes forced him to gaze up
at the battle. Soon enough, his lifeless gaze was interrupted by the
view of a soldiers face. “He’s still breathing, can I get some help over
here?!” The soldier shouted. He was assisted, and only a short while
later the sixteen year old boy was taken in for medical treatment.
Machines were hooked up to the boy to keep his state stable.
Sounds, the rhythm of the beeping, and pumping sounds were all the
boy could hear for what felt like the longest time.
“Are you sure? This procedure is highly experimental.” The doctor
said, a look of concern for the well-being of the boy. That same
reploid/human soldier from before spoke, taking the pad, and pen; “I’ll
pay for it, and take full responsibility for the boy.” he said, signing the
contract, and handing the pad back to the doctor. The boy was
moved to an operating room, the doctors began the operation to
replace all of Blivia’s muscles with synthetic muscles. This was a
prototype of what the government had been working on. With the use
of this procedure they could fix most any problem on the human body,
though it was never meant to fully replace every muscle in one’s
body. The chances of defects with the synthetic muscle was high at
this rate.
A few days went by, more then enough time for Blivia to just lay there,
and think.. It was all his fault.. Needleman was the cause of it all, he
killed those millions of people - if not single handedly. He was the one
personally responsible for the deaths of his parents… The blue
haired boy was filled with hatred for this one man, the one who
caused it all. He was to be held responsible. He needed to pay for
everything he did. Tears rolled down Blivia’s cheek, he wanted to
speak, but he couldn’t -Mom.. Dad…- he gave into his thoughts, and
drifted to sleep.
A week had passed, his body had started to recover, surprisingly
quickly in fact. He was able to walk, he was still in pain, and he was
not at all steady, but for just one week of recovery he made great
progress. Everything about his progress was recorded, and given to
the military. Another two weeks passed quickly, the boy was able to
walk on his own, almost as if he were fully recovered. The places
where he was cut open had completely healed, leaving no scars at
all. Only the best of surgeons were used for the synthetic muscle
replacement.
Someone in the military must have taken notice, because the boy was
confronted by a general of Needleman’s army. He was given an
invitation to join the military. Blivia was told to take contract, and
strongly consider. Only minutes after the general left, Blivia was
confronted by the man who saved his life. They began to talk, about
anything really. This is when Blivia decided to join the military, on the
same unit as his new found friend. His mission was the same -
Revenge.
The boy quickly started to show improvements in his strength, and
speed. It was amazing how much he improved, though this was
labeled as a defect. It was offered to be fixed, but Blivia declined the
offer, he could do so much more with this newly gained strength. This
pleased the higher ups in the military, and Blivia was quickly moved
up in the ranks.
Four years later, Blivia was no longer a boy. He was a man at the age
of twenty, a sharp, and strict one to the people he worked with. He
seemed to be quite the soldier, and he was respected among his
ranking officers, and the soldiers under him. Today Blivia was given a
notice to meet with Needleman. The first thought that crossed his
mind -Here’s my chance-. He made himself presentable, the blue
haired man was more then ready to do what he had wanted years
ago, but there was a knock on the door. An old friend entered, the
very same man who saved his life.
“Can we talk a minute?” Zack said, sitting at the small fold-out kitchen
table. Blivia looks back, and nods with a smile. “Sure, what is it old
friend?” He asked as he approached the table, he sat on the opposite
side of the table, his elbows on the surface, and his fingers wrapped
around one another, holding his palms together.
“There is something I’ve been meaning to talk to you about for a long
time.. It’s about your past. I hope you don’t mind, but I need to talk to
you about this.” Zack said, an expression of almost guilt set on his
face. His dark blue eyes stared at Blivia for a moment. The blue
haired man didn’t speak, obviously allowing the man to explain
further. “Four years ago, after I found you I took you straight to the
base for treatment, and as you know - I had your muscles replaced.
But.. That’s not all I did. I saw that you were hurt, and that you were
mentally scarred, so I conducted my own search.. You never spoke to
me about them, but I know your parents were killed in that house.”
There was a moment of pause, a look of shock on Blivia’s face. He
hadn’t told anyone about that for a reason, but before he could speak
up, Zack spoke once more. “Don’t worry.. No one knows but me.. And
I think- I think I know what you’re planning to do. Just hear me out,
take a minute to reconsider your actions. Take a good look around at
the next war you would cause.” Blivia stared at his friend, complete
rage filled his eyes. Zack stood up from the table, and left the room.
He left Blivia to his thoughts.
“Sorry friend… But I am going to kill Needleman.” He thought aloud to
himself. The Soldier finished getting ready, and his feet took him
quickly down the halls of the base. He was curious as to why he was
being called in, but his need for revenge was what drove him. It was
only once he reached the door, that Zack’s words started to sink in.
He stared at the door for a moment, is this the right thing to do? Of
course it is you fool! He’s done so much more!
Without another thought, Blivia opened the door. Needleman was
sitting at his desk, he greeted the soldier with a friendly smile.
“Please, come in, and close the door.” He requested. Blivia did as
asked, he approached the desk, that same sharp look in his eyes. His
mind was filled with confused, and mixed emotions. Why hadn’t he
stuck yet? Now was the perfect chance..
“Lieutenant Blivia, I don’t suppose you know why you have been
requested to meet with me, have you?” He asked, somewhat of a grin
on his face.
“No Sir.” Blivia said, keeping it simple, he didn’t let any of his emotion
show.
“Well then..” Needleman’s smile widened as he slid a certificate
across his desk, toward Blivia; “It’s still a surprise.” He was silent as
Blivia picked up the piece of paper from the desk. Reading it, he was
completely struck by awe. “Congratulations Blivia Truhart, you are the
first human -ever- to join the Maverick Hunters. It’s an honor to be a
part of this group, Reploid or not.” He said, a proud tone in his voice.
He stood, and extended his hand to shake the newly recruited
Maverick’s hand. Blivia accepted the handshake firmly, he did not let
his emotions show, but Zack’s words won him over. “Thank you Sir…
You’ve done allot for the world, and I hope to protect it to the best of
my abilities.” He said, keeping his composure.
Blivia was dismissed from the office, his walk was fast as he moved
through the halls. He quickly opened a door that lead to some sort of
hanger, it didn’t seem to be in use at all. The blue haired man shut
the door behind himself, and fell back against the wall, letting out a
scream of emotions. The Maverick Hunter’s hands against his
forehead, his fingers tangled through his hair, and his palms covered
his eyes as tears fell from his chin. Blivia began to slide down the wall
until he was sitting, his knees now up toward his chest; “He-.. He killed
all those people… Why.. Why can’t I- Can’t I get revenge?” He
rambled on, he knew the reason, but was it worth it? Were all those
deaths worth the peace that came? A voice spoke up, almost as if it
were reading his mind; “You can’t go back in time. What’s done is
done, there is nothing you can do to make it better. Killing that man
will only make things worse, then you will be the one who is blamed.”
The voice came from Zack. Blivia understood what his comrade
meant, but so many mixed emotions twisted his in his mind. He
needed time to collect his thoughts.
After a long, and revealing conversation between Zack, and Blivia,
the day had ended. The newly appointed Maverick Hunter moved
forward, proud of his title, and what got him here. His mission on this
day changed, although his dislike for Needleman did not.
In the year 2214, the same year Blivia became a Maverick Hunter, he
had started a project, which he completed less then a year later in
2215. He used his knowledge of reploids to create a sort of cyber
suit, it was skin tight, and the material was very thin, and if someone
were to look close enough, they would be able to see the cybernetics
that were weaved into the material. The suit is powered by a reploids
power core, and is compatible with any current power core. With this
suit, Blivia can use various things that a reploid can, such as
thrusters, and shields. This suit is much more complex then just giving
Blivia the ability to use reploid features. Through advanced
technology it shows Blivia statistics through a contact lens-like
eyewear.
The cyber suit all-in-all was only an accessory to the main item. Blivia’
s main weapon was a large sword. The first feature to note about this
weapon, was the gear that was in the direct center of it. The next
would be the fact that, this blade was like four large metal plates that
were held together, it was obviously mechanical in some way, but it
was hard to say what exactly the point of it being mechanical was.
Current day: Blivia received a letter early in the morning, it was a
mission statement, one of high priority. This would be Blivia’s first real
mission as a Maverick Hunter.
His whole life would be surrounded by war, but his parents were a
loving couple, that would take care of him through it all. The war was
fierce for many years, and the country had become very unstable,
and the situation was very uneasy for this family. Times were hard,
and the family of three suffered because of it. Spite that fact, the boy
was growing up to become quite the young gentleman.
In the year 2202 a Central American Free Trade Pact was signed,
and a sort of stability was brought to the nation. Blivia was eight at the
time, he was still far to young to know exactly what was going on. His
parents had also become his teachers, they did all they could to give
him a comfortable life in these times, but the wars went on bringing
more tragedy to the world around. Blivia never had any friends, he
didn’t go out much because of the world was - Tangled in war.
Later in the year 2202 the first nuclear weapon was used for the war.
Blivia was nine at the time, on this day his parents explained to him
the meaning of what happened. Many people died, allot of them
having nothing to do with the war, and many of them with families. So
many flames of life were put out. The boy cried this day, and asked
many times; “Why? Why would someone do something like that?” The
rest of the year was not a good one for the family. They were fully
aware of the danger they were in, the one they could not hide from.
In the year 2203 everything seemed quiet, though tension was still
very high. ‘How much worse could it get?’ one might ask. They would
get their answer in the late months of 2203, more nuclear weapons
were used to fuel war, and cause more death. This same story
repeated itself until the year 2005, this dramatically effected Blivia’s
childhood. He became serious, much more of a man then even some
adults were at the tender age of eleven. He was strong, and he was
weak. His mind mixed with complex emotions caused by the war;
strong emotions.
What was to happen in the year 2205 effected many, many people.
World War Three was declared, the family was struck by the news.
The boy’s parents began to wonder why they brought him into this
cruel world, even though they knew they loved him, and vowed to
take care of him as much as they could. The news itself upset Blivia
more then his parents, much more. For weeks they tried to comfort
him, all he asked for, was for it to all go away. The war, the hate, the
death.
“Millions.. Millions of people.. They have died…. IT WONT BE OKAY!”
The boy shouted as his parents tried to comfort him, they were losing
him. He was losing himself. It was only about a month later: The
ground shook, a light that seemed almost like lightning flashed into
the windows. The boy rushed outside, trying to figure out what hit
when he realized that beams of light shot down from the skies, they
disintegrated everything they touched - Wiping places, and people
from existence.
Blivia watched, terrified, and sad. Tears ran down from his eyes, more
bright beams of pure white took more lives in the distance, the ground
shook with the impact of each shot. This was when the boy found
himself being dragged back inside by his parents, he could hear
himself screaming, and crying, then everything went bright, there was
a loud booming sound, and the blast itself was enough to cause
bones to vibrate. The light dulled, one last glance before he was
inside of his house, he looked to the left, everything was gone.
People he knew, or at least had met once, or twice, gone. All that was
left was a large crater, ending at their house. It took many blocks with
it.
The night stormed with flashes of the white beams, almost like a
ferocious lightning storm that didn’t want to end. The difference is,
this storm gave no water, and no hope for survival, it only struck fear
into men, women, and children alike. Who would be next? Would it be
them? The family hid in their home in fear, his parents hoped their
house would be enough to protect their only son.
More nukes were fired throughout the rest of the year, but the
constant rain of beams in the city was a strong distraction, no one
had time to worry about other people around the world, no one except
for Blivia. He waited, and waited.. He watched for days, months, even
years as people, towns, and houses were obliterated. What could he
possibly do? If only.. Only he were strong enough to stop it himself. A
small relief for his mind was - no more nukes were used from the year
2206, to 2208.
In 2207, the rain of death was threatened. An experimental weapon
was fired into the sky - ground to orbit missiles. Suspense was high,
this was the peoples tiny gleam of hope. There were a number of
small explosions in the sky, no more beams fired onto the earth. The
weapon that rained death had been destroyed, and on this day, Blivia
was happy, and thankful to still be alive. He was far from selfish, but
he survived. Him, and his family made it through this terror alive.
The rest of 2207 was like a break for the family, the most peace they
had seen in years. No nuclear weapons were used, and the orbit
cannons had stopped firing. The boy was thirteen at the time, he felt-
No he knew this would not last. The year went on quietly, and Blivia
enjoyed what he could of it. The following year, the boy was proven
right. More nukes struck: Though the lands were far away - lives were
still lost. How many millions died in this war? The boy had lost track so
long ago. He gave up on keeping track, he was angry, and frustrated.
How many more would have to die before this fight for power came to
an end? The next few years told that story.
A peace treaty was signed in 2209 between the only two leaders left
who were strong enough to oppose one another. In this year, Blivia
had, for the first time in his life, felt it was safe to leave his home; so
he did. He spent so much time away from home, keeping his mind off
of the war. It was good for the boy, he shouldn’t have to think about
things such as war at his age. He was fifteen at the time, and most of
the whole year was a good one for the boy, and his parents. Blivia
discovered how people were on the outside world, or at least how
they were when they were restless. People rioted in the town, the boy
did not understand it at all. “Didn’t we just survive the worst? Why
would these people want to cause more death..?” He let it be for now,
people must have been so angry.
The year 2010 came quickly, it had been a whole year since the
peace treaty was signed. On this day, the boy had gone out. He went
nowhere in particular, and he had never made any friends, but he did
explore the town, the rioting had stopped long ago, a sense of peace
could be felt even through the mess that this city was. The boy was
making his way home when he saw something in the skies. Was that?
It couldn’t be. Needleman, and Fefnir flew through the air attacking
one another. Soldiers followed the battle down the street, one of them
seemed to be reploid, or was he human? It was hard to tell. The boy
was shocked for a moment, then began to rush home. “Not more
fighting..” He cried, his home was in sight, and he began to run
toward it, the sound of his own feet patting against the concrete
almost echoed in his mind.
He was close to the house, very close. Maybe it was a good thing he
wasn’t close enough, because a stray shot from Needleman’s blaster
was launched right into his home. There was a strong explosion
within, followed by a very powerful, very quick shock wave. So quick,
that the boy hadn’t even flinched. Shards of his house flew past him,
he was very lucky none of the shrapnel hit him, someone would say
he had an angel looking after him. Though, not a moment later, his
body fell limp to the ground, his young body could not take the shock
wave, and he suffered a large scale muscle death. Pain was all he
could feel, a massive pain all over, but he could not scream, he could
not even move.
Blivia’s whole life flashed before him, his parents, memories of them..
He knew they were killed by that strike, his eyes forced him to gaze up
at the battle. Soon enough, his lifeless gaze was interrupted by the
view of a soldiers face. “He’s still breathing, can I get some help over
here?!” The soldier shouted. He was assisted, and only a short while
later the sixteen year old boy was taken in for medical treatment.
Machines were hooked up to the boy to keep his state stable.
Sounds, the rhythm of the beeping, and pumping sounds were all the
boy could hear for what felt like the longest time.
“Are you sure? This procedure is highly experimental.” The doctor
said, a look of concern for the well-being of the boy. That same
reploid/human soldier from before spoke, taking the pad, and pen; “I’ll
pay for it, and take full responsibility for the boy.” he said, signing the
contract, and handing the pad back to the doctor. The boy was
moved to an operating room, the doctors began the operation to
replace all of Blivia’s muscles with synthetic muscles. This was a
prototype of what the government had been working on. With the use
of this procedure they could fix most any problem on the human body,
though it was never meant to fully replace every muscle in one’s
body. The chances of defects with the synthetic muscle was high at
this rate.
A few days went by, more then enough time for Blivia to just lay there,
and think.. It was all his fault.. Needleman was the cause of it all, he
killed those millions of people - if not single handedly. He was the one
personally responsible for the deaths of his parents… The blue
haired boy was filled with hatred for this one man, the one who
caused it all. He was to be held responsible. He needed to pay for
everything he did. Tears rolled down Blivia’s cheek, he wanted to
speak, but he couldn’t -Mom.. Dad…- he gave into his thoughts, and
drifted to sleep.
A week had passed, his body had started to recover, surprisingly
quickly in fact. He was able to walk, he was still in pain, and he was
not at all steady, but for just one week of recovery he made great
progress. Everything about his progress was recorded, and given to
the military. Another two weeks passed quickly, the boy was able to
walk on his own, almost as if he were fully recovered. The places
where he was cut open had completely healed, leaving no scars at
all. Only the best of surgeons were used for the synthetic muscle
replacement.
Someone in the military must have taken notice, because the boy was
confronted by a general of Needleman’s army. He was given an
invitation to join the military. Blivia was told to take contract, and
strongly consider. Only minutes after the general left, Blivia was
confronted by the man who saved his life. They began to talk, about
anything really. This is when Blivia decided to join the military, on the
same unit as his new found friend. His mission was the same -
Revenge.
The boy quickly started to show improvements in his strength, and
speed. It was amazing how much he improved, though this was
labeled as a defect. It was offered to be fixed, but Blivia declined the
offer, he could do so much more with this newly gained strength. This
pleased the higher ups in the military, and Blivia was quickly moved
up in the ranks.
Four years later, Blivia was no longer a boy. He was a man at the age
of twenty, a sharp, and strict one to the people he worked with. He
seemed to be quite the soldier, and he was respected among his
ranking officers, and the soldiers under him. Today Blivia was given a
notice to meet with Needleman. The first thought that crossed his
mind -Here’s my chance-. He made himself presentable, the blue
haired man was more then ready to do what he had wanted years
ago, but there was a knock on the door. An old friend entered, the
very same man who saved his life.
“Can we talk a minute?” Zack said, sitting at the small fold-out kitchen
table. Blivia looks back, and nods with a smile. “Sure, what is it old
friend?” He asked as he approached the table, he sat on the opposite
side of the table, his elbows on the surface, and his fingers wrapped
around one another, holding his palms together.
“There is something I’ve been meaning to talk to you about for a long
time.. It’s about your past. I hope you don’t mind, but I need to talk to
you about this.” Zack said, an expression of almost guilt set on his
face. His dark blue eyes stared at Blivia for a moment. The blue
haired man didn’t speak, obviously allowing the man to explain
further. “Four years ago, after I found you I took you straight to the
base for treatment, and as you know - I had your muscles replaced.
But.. That’s not all I did. I saw that you were hurt, and that you were
mentally scarred, so I conducted my own search.. You never spoke to
me about them, but I know your parents were killed in that house.”
There was a moment of pause, a look of shock on Blivia’s face. He
hadn’t told anyone about that for a reason, but before he could speak
up, Zack spoke once more. “Don’t worry.. No one knows but me.. And
I think- I think I know what you’re planning to do. Just hear me out,
take a minute to reconsider your actions. Take a good look around at
the next war you would cause.” Blivia stared at his friend, complete
rage filled his eyes. Zack stood up from the table, and left the room.
He left Blivia to his thoughts.
“Sorry friend… But I am going to kill Needleman.” He thought aloud to
himself. The Soldier finished getting ready, and his feet took him
quickly down the halls of the base. He was curious as to why he was
being called in, but his need for revenge was what drove him. It was
only once he reached the door, that Zack’s words started to sink in.
He stared at the door for a moment, is this the right thing to do? Of
course it is you fool! He’s done so much more!
Without another thought, Blivia opened the door. Needleman was
sitting at his desk, he greeted the soldier with a friendly smile.
“Please, come in, and close the door.” He requested. Blivia did as
asked, he approached the desk, that same sharp look in his eyes. His
mind was filled with confused, and mixed emotions. Why hadn’t he
stuck yet? Now was the perfect chance..
“Lieutenant Blivia, I don’t suppose you know why you have been
requested to meet with me, have you?” He asked, somewhat of a grin
on his face.
“No Sir.” Blivia said, keeping it simple, he didn’t let any of his emotion
show.
“Well then..” Needleman’s smile widened as he slid a certificate
across his desk, toward Blivia; “It’s still a surprise.” He was silent as
Blivia picked up the piece of paper from the desk. Reading it, he was
completely struck by awe. “Congratulations Blivia Truhart, you are the
first human -ever- to join the Maverick Hunters. It’s an honor to be a
part of this group, Reploid or not.” He said, a proud tone in his voice.
He stood, and extended his hand to shake the newly recruited
Maverick’s hand. Blivia accepted the handshake firmly, he did not let
his emotions show, but Zack’s words won him over. “Thank you Sir…
You’ve done allot for the world, and I hope to protect it to the best of
my abilities.” He said, keeping his composure.
Blivia was dismissed from the office, his walk was fast as he moved
through the halls. He quickly opened a door that lead to some sort of
hanger, it didn’t seem to be in use at all. The blue haired man shut
the door behind himself, and fell back against the wall, letting out a
scream of emotions. The Maverick Hunter’s hands against his
forehead, his fingers tangled through his hair, and his palms covered
his eyes as tears fell from his chin. Blivia began to slide down the wall
until he was sitting, his knees now up toward his chest; “He-.. He killed
all those people… Why.. Why can’t I- Can’t I get revenge?” He
rambled on, he knew the reason, but was it worth it? Were all those
deaths worth the peace that came? A voice spoke up, almost as if it
were reading his mind; “You can’t go back in time. What’s done is
done, there is nothing you can do to make it better. Killing that man
will only make things worse, then you will be the one who is blamed.”
The voice came from Zack. Blivia understood what his comrade
meant, but so many mixed emotions twisted his in his mind. He
needed time to collect his thoughts.
After a long, and revealing conversation between Zack, and Blivia,
the day had ended. The newly appointed Maverick Hunter moved
forward, proud of his title, and what got him here. His mission on this
day changed, although his dislike for Needleman did not.
In the year 2214, the same year Blivia became a Maverick Hunter, he
had started a project, which he completed less then a year later in
2215. He used his knowledge of reploids to create a sort of cyber
suit, it was skin tight, and the material was very thin, and if someone
were to look close enough, they would be able to see the cybernetics
that were weaved into the material. The suit is powered by a reploids
power core, and is compatible with any current power core. With this
suit, Blivia can use various things that a reploid can, such as
thrusters, and shields. This suit is much more complex then just giving
Blivia the ability to use reploid features. Through advanced
technology it shows Blivia statistics through a contact lens-like
eyewear.
The cyber suit all-in-all was only an accessory to the main item. Blivia’
s main weapon was a large sword. The first feature to note about this
weapon, was the gear that was in the direct center of it. The next
would be the fact that, this blade was like four large metal plates that
were held together, it was obviously mechanical in some way, but it
was hard to say what exactly the point of it being mechanical was.
Current day: Blivia received a letter early in the morning, it was a
mission statement, one of high priority. This would be Blivia’s first real
mission as a Maverick Hunter.
