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“Have to get away…! Can't let them have it, NEVER let them have it!”
A figure muttered to themselves, a small box held tightly beneath their arm, breathing heavily as they ran. The occasional gasp would sound out when a bullet whizzed by them, faltering a bit before continuing to run. Those in pursuit were intent on the capture of both the person and the box they carry, the contents of which the former didn't want falling into the hands of a group such as those that pursue them. No sounds of the shots rang out, showing that the attackers were using silenced weaponry, the robed being soon emerging into a small neighborhood.
Despite the area, they kept on running, though wounds from earlier bullet wounds starting to take their toll. The being knew that they would end up being captured at some point, willing to take the risk of putting trust in someone out of the blue, running by one house. Within a moment of running by the front door, the box was quickly set down, the image of it fading to that of a newspaper in a bag, the being running off again with a fake copy of the box in hand. The illusion would fade come morning, but by then, they and the attackers would be long gone.
-0-
“Almost…almost…” a male mumbled under his breath, one eye squeezed shut as he was concentrating on the finishing painting to one model he was working on. The brush he held slowly glided along the surface of the miniature model, it in question being that of some kind of robot, painting a plate on its arm a coppery color. When the last piece of it was fully painted, the brush was lifted at the man relaxed, smiling a small bit at his work.
The robot model was only four inches in size, yet he was able to hand-craft it to the best of his abilities, carefully setting it down next to four others, resting in front of a fan to dry the paint of it. The ones in question were each hand-made by him as well, two from a couple of favorite series of his, while the other two were ones of his own design.
The first model was that of the pokemon Greninja, posed to be like as though it's readying a Night Slash attack. It's pose was reminiscent of that from it's video game counterpart, an arm reared back with one leg stretched out, the other supporting the weight of it and buckled. The second model was that of Monday Night Combat's Gunner character. The flaps on the back of it were stretched down to the base of the model's stand, showing it to be in the deployed state. Since he didn't want to work on the face, the man had to resort to leaving it as a plate with a visor on it.
The third one was something of his design, a person clad in a high-tech flight suit, small spheres of plastic used to simulate the smoke coming from the thrusters. The overall structure of the model was curved, like as though the model had finished a form of loop. The fourth model was little based off of another character but with modifications made to it. It resembled a Minion from the Overlord games, but was packing an overly-large bazooka, as well as a couple of other guns and melee-oriented weaponry.
With a small sigh the man got up from his spot, thinking of checking the mail for anything, open a window up a bit further than what it was at to let the smell of the wet paint filter out. Each step carried him through his house and towards the front door, opening it and started to walk out. It was interrupted though when his foot caught onto an object, resulting in him quickly shuffling his other foot in front to catch himself from a fall, looking down to what he bumped into. Resting on the front porch of his home was a small box, probably only nine or so inches in size, though was on its side since the man did end up accidentally kicking it. There were no labels on it and the taping on it seemed like it was hastily done. What was the oddest part is that there were no labels, not even one to show which company it would have come from or even a return address, the man arching an eyebrow and lowered himself to pick it up.
'Odd…I don't recall ordering anything…' he thought to himself, inspecting the box by tilting it. Hearing something rattle inside slightly had him stop, thinking that there were delicate items inside, leveling it back out. He was curious on the boxes content, holding it under an arm and went to his mailbox, gathering the mail before heading back inside and shutting the door.
After shifting through the mail and discarding the 'junk' ones, he walked to the kitchen counters to get something to cut the tape with, getting a simple knife to do so. He worked on cutting through the tape, able to get it undone within half a minute, setting the knife aside and opened the container. Inside was what looked like some kind of pad device, several clumps of cotton to no doubt cushion it, as well as several circular plates. He was able to recognize the plates as stands for models the same size as the ones he made, but the device confused him. What was it and who would send him such a thing?
Still, he reached to the device and lifted it up and out, gathering the five model bases in the other hand, looking to the device. It looked similar to that of a Wii U game pad, with the screen and twin sticks on either side, but it also had a much larger assortment of buttons on the right side of it, unable to decipher what they would do. He let out a small sigh, starting to head back to his room, still able to smell paint coming from it even before he opened the door. Thankfully, it was a scent he had gotten used to over time, heading in and set the device down on the crafting table as well as the bases in a stack next to it, heading back to the kitchen to make himself something to eat.
When he left though, the screen of the device seemed to glow faintly, the model bases slowly lifting from their spots. After a few seconds of hovering, they slowly made their way to the base of each of the drying models, pressing themselves to them. One by one, they each started to merge with the base of the model they chose, each of them glowing faintly once the last trace of the possessed bases were fully absorbed. That wasn't the only thing that happened as each of the models seemed to be altering; The paint on them dried almost instantaneously, more features showing and any irregularities in them corrected themselves, looking almost like a legendary master's work as they each finished.
Half an hour later, the human returned, noticing that the smell of the paint was almost gone, smiling a bit before walking up to the crafting table. He didn't notice at first, but did see that the bases he got with the odd device were gone after a minute of thinking. The thought on where they were was simply shrugged off, thinking he misplaced them, looking over to the models he had. When he saw them though, he couldn't help but notice on how much higher quality they all seemed, blinking a bit before leaning down to inspect them. He wasn't the best craftsman for these models, he admitted, but the quality of the ones he made was several times higher than what he had created.
He was so intrigued that he reached over to the Minion Commando, as he called it, and lifted it up by the base, continuing his inspections. He noticed that the paint on it was dry, a lot sooner than he thought but was more concerned on all the details that seemingly shown up on it; The skin of it seemed heavily scarred and the bazooka seemed to have shallow dents on it, as well as chips at the end of it. There were various other details on the model that made it seem a lot more real than what it once was, the man doubting that this model was even his.
'No way I was able to put that much detail into this little guy…' the man thought to himself, carefully setting the model back down, inspecting the others as well. Once he was done, he let out a sigh and set the last model down, looking to the device that rested close by. Figuring that he should find out what it was about, he reached over to it and picked it up, moving it to in front of him and looked down to the screen. Seeing that it looked like a game pad he figured that it would work like one, holding it to where the screen was horizontal, though tilted it to try and find the power button on it. It took a minute, but he was able to find it, pressing the button before looking to the screen again, seeing it light up.
"Booting…"
That one word shown up on the screen, though his eyes widened when he saw a whole stream of data flow, surprised on what all this little device had. None of it made sense to him, unable to make out any of it, soon seeing it stop with a blank screen. It didn't stay that way for long though, soon seeing several more words pop up.
"Singular Wired Adaptation Platform for Perpetual Emergency Requisitions device, activated…" the line read, a second one forming beneath it. "Please place SWAPPER model onto the scanning circle."
After that, the text moved downwards to make room for a circle that took up a good portion of the center of the screen, the man arching an eyebrow at the whole thing.
“Swapper…? The hell…?” he questioned under his breath, thinking that this was some kind of highly advanced app, looking to the models that rested on the desk. He wasn't sure, but something was telling him to put the device down and never touch it again, but like all humans, his curiosity for the unknown was starting to drive him, thinking of which one to use. Looking among the five present, he wondered on which to place in the indicated circle, soon making up his mind.
“Lets see what'll happen with Greninja…” he breathed out, reaching out to the model of the frog pokemon, lifting it from its spot and moved it to the center of the device, though a bit slowly when he neared due to uncertainty. Just before the model could make contact, it seemed to strongly magnetize to it, surprising the man and quickly let go, almost dropping the device.
"Scanning SWAPPER model." the new text read once the device was stable. What surprised him that the scanning wasn't just a single line going back and forth at the base of it, a projection of a cylinder rose up from the screen, stopping when it was a bit taller than the model itself, a thin circle slowly rising and falling around the object. The man watched with a mixture of awe, surprise and somewhat fear, uncertainty on what was happening coming to mind.
"Scan complete. Initializing SWAPPER process."
-0-0-0-0-
An idea for a series based off of a rather kick-ass dream I had the other night. The whole thing is based off of the start of the Ben 10 series, and seeing that I enjoyed the dream it was in quite a lot, I figured I could try and expand upon it, make it what I have planned for it.
Also, I feel that I kinda flopped on the 'name' for the Swapper, so if you guys have better ideas, feel free to note me them.
A figure muttered to themselves, a small box held tightly beneath their arm, breathing heavily as they ran. The occasional gasp would sound out when a bullet whizzed by them, faltering a bit before continuing to run. Those in pursuit were intent on the capture of both the person and the box they carry, the contents of which the former didn't want falling into the hands of a group such as those that pursue them. No sounds of the shots rang out, showing that the attackers were using silenced weaponry, the robed being soon emerging into a small neighborhood.
Despite the area, they kept on running, though wounds from earlier bullet wounds starting to take their toll. The being knew that they would end up being captured at some point, willing to take the risk of putting trust in someone out of the blue, running by one house. Within a moment of running by the front door, the box was quickly set down, the image of it fading to that of a newspaper in a bag, the being running off again with a fake copy of the box in hand. The illusion would fade come morning, but by then, they and the attackers would be long gone.
-0-
“Almost…almost…” a male mumbled under his breath, one eye squeezed shut as he was concentrating on the finishing painting to one model he was working on. The brush he held slowly glided along the surface of the miniature model, it in question being that of some kind of robot, painting a plate on its arm a coppery color. When the last piece of it was fully painted, the brush was lifted at the man relaxed, smiling a small bit at his work.
The robot model was only four inches in size, yet he was able to hand-craft it to the best of his abilities, carefully setting it down next to four others, resting in front of a fan to dry the paint of it. The ones in question were each hand-made by him as well, two from a couple of favorite series of his, while the other two were ones of his own design.
The first model was that of the pokemon Greninja, posed to be like as though it's readying a Night Slash attack. It's pose was reminiscent of that from it's video game counterpart, an arm reared back with one leg stretched out, the other supporting the weight of it and buckled. The second model was that of Monday Night Combat's Gunner character. The flaps on the back of it were stretched down to the base of the model's stand, showing it to be in the deployed state. Since he didn't want to work on the face, the man had to resort to leaving it as a plate with a visor on it.
The third one was something of his design, a person clad in a high-tech flight suit, small spheres of plastic used to simulate the smoke coming from the thrusters. The overall structure of the model was curved, like as though the model had finished a form of loop. The fourth model was little based off of another character but with modifications made to it. It resembled a Minion from the Overlord games, but was packing an overly-large bazooka, as well as a couple of other guns and melee-oriented weaponry.
With a small sigh the man got up from his spot, thinking of checking the mail for anything, open a window up a bit further than what it was at to let the smell of the wet paint filter out. Each step carried him through his house and towards the front door, opening it and started to walk out. It was interrupted though when his foot caught onto an object, resulting in him quickly shuffling his other foot in front to catch himself from a fall, looking down to what he bumped into. Resting on the front porch of his home was a small box, probably only nine or so inches in size, though was on its side since the man did end up accidentally kicking it. There were no labels on it and the taping on it seemed like it was hastily done. What was the oddest part is that there were no labels, not even one to show which company it would have come from or even a return address, the man arching an eyebrow and lowered himself to pick it up.
'Odd…I don't recall ordering anything…' he thought to himself, inspecting the box by tilting it. Hearing something rattle inside slightly had him stop, thinking that there were delicate items inside, leveling it back out. He was curious on the boxes content, holding it under an arm and went to his mailbox, gathering the mail before heading back inside and shutting the door.
After shifting through the mail and discarding the 'junk' ones, he walked to the kitchen counters to get something to cut the tape with, getting a simple knife to do so. He worked on cutting through the tape, able to get it undone within half a minute, setting the knife aside and opened the container. Inside was what looked like some kind of pad device, several clumps of cotton to no doubt cushion it, as well as several circular plates. He was able to recognize the plates as stands for models the same size as the ones he made, but the device confused him. What was it and who would send him such a thing?
Still, he reached to the device and lifted it up and out, gathering the five model bases in the other hand, looking to the device. It looked similar to that of a Wii U game pad, with the screen and twin sticks on either side, but it also had a much larger assortment of buttons on the right side of it, unable to decipher what they would do. He let out a small sigh, starting to head back to his room, still able to smell paint coming from it even before he opened the door. Thankfully, it was a scent he had gotten used to over time, heading in and set the device down on the crafting table as well as the bases in a stack next to it, heading back to the kitchen to make himself something to eat.
When he left though, the screen of the device seemed to glow faintly, the model bases slowly lifting from their spots. After a few seconds of hovering, they slowly made their way to the base of each of the drying models, pressing themselves to them. One by one, they each started to merge with the base of the model they chose, each of them glowing faintly once the last trace of the possessed bases were fully absorbed. That wasn't the only thing that happened as each of the models seemed to be altering; The paint on them dried almost instantaneously, more features showing and any irregularities in them corrected themselves, looking almost like a legendary master's work as they each finished.
Half an hour later, the human returned, noticing that the smell of the paint was almost gone, smiling a bit before walking up to the crafting table. He didn't notice at first, but did see that the bases he got with the odd device were gone after a minute of thinking. The thought on where they were was simply shrugged off, thinking he misplaced them, looking over to the models he had. When he saw them though, he couldn't help but notice on how much higher quality they all seemed, blinking a bit before leaning down to inspect them. He wasn't the best craftsman for these models, he admitted, but the quality of the ones he made was several times higher than what he had created.
He was so intrigued that he reached over to the Minion Commando, as he called it, and lifted it up by the base, continuing his inspections. He noticed that the paint on it was dry, a lot sooner than he thought but was more concerned on all the details that seemingly shown up on it; The skin of it seemed heavily scarred and the bazooka seemed to have shallow dents on it, as well as chips at the end of it. There were various other details on the model that made it seem a lot more real than what it once was, the man doubting that this model was even his.
'No way I was able to put that much detail into this little guy…' the man thought to himself, carefully setting the model back down, inspecting the others as well. Once he was done, he let out a sigh and set the last model down, looking to the device that rested close by. Figuring that he should find out what it was about, he reached over to it and picked it up, moving it to in front of him and looked down to the screen. Seeing that it looked like a game pad he figured that it would work like one, holding it to where the screen was horizontal, though tilted it to try and find the power button on it. It took a minute, but he was able to find it, pressing the button before looking to the screen again, seeing it light up.
"Booting…"
That one word shown up on the screen, though his eyes widened when he saw a whole stream of data flow, surprised on what all this little device had. None of it made sense to him, unable to make out any of it, soon seeing it stop with a blank screen. It didn't stay that way for long though, soon seeing several more words pop up.
"Singular Wired Adaptation Platform for Perpetual Emergency Requisitions device, activated…" the line read, a second one forming beneath it. "Please place SWAPPER model onto the scanning circle."
After that, the text moved downwards to make room for a circle that took up a good portion of the center of the screen, the man arching an eyebrow at the whole thing.
“Swapper…? The hell…?” he questioned under his breath, thinking that this was some kind of highly advanced app, looking to the models that rested on the desk. He wasn't sure, but something was telling him to put the device down and never touch it again, but like all humans, his curiosity for the unknown was starting to drive him, thinking of which one to use. Looking among the five present, he wondered on which to place in the indicated circle, soon making up his mind.
“Lets see what'll happen with Greninja…” he breathed out, reaching out to the model of the frog pokemon, lifting it from its spot and moved it to the center of the device, though a bit slowly when he neared due to uncertainty. Just before the model could make contact, it seemed to strongly magnetize to it, surprising the man and quickly let go, almost dropping the device.
"Scanning SWAPPER model." the new text read once the device was stable. What surprised him that the scanning wasn't just a single line going back and forth at the base of it, a projection of a cylinder rose up from the screen, stopping when it was a bit taller than the model itself, a thin circle slowly rising and falling around the object. The man watched with a mixture of awe, surprise and somewhat fear, uncertainty on what was happening coming to mind.
"Scan complete. Initializing SWAPPER process."
-0-0-0-0-
An idea for a series based off of a rather kick-ass dream I had the other night. The whole thing is based off of the start of the Ben 10 series, and seeing that I enjoyed the dream it was in quite a lot, I figured I could try and expand upon it, make it what I have planned for it.
Also, I feel that I kinda flopped on the 'name' for the Swapper, so if you guys have better ideas, feel free to note me them.
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