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Profile of Superhero character: Re-animated Organic Super-soldier Experiment Unit 4 (aka R.O.S.E.)
Name: unknown- the Name Marra seems to keep coming to her during regeneration cycles
Code Name: Re-animated Organic Super-soldier Experiment Unit 4 (aka R.O.S.E.)
DOB: 1965 - Deceased: August 3, 1988
POB: unknown: believed to be reanimated at Fort Calibrax, Nevada Desert.
Age: 52 (appears as though she wouldn’t seem much older than 25)
Gender: female
Species: Long Tailed Weasel
Nationality: North American
orientation: unknown prior to reanimation, Heterosexual
Affiliation: Vigilante
Height: 5’11”
Weight: 357Lbs. (approximately 230lbs due to cybernetics)
Eye color: left Eye Brown Right Eye: Cybernetic implant with optical lens, color will vary depending on spectrum of light she is scanning with it.
Hair Color: Brown with blonde streak in the center.
Physical Appearance: Hair length to mid shoulder blades on an athletic runner’s builds. Almost 40% of her body had to be replaced with cybernetics -
Right side:
• arm
• ear
• eye collar bone with adjoining muscles and nerves
Left Side:
• leg
• part of rib cage
• lung
• part of her heart.
Outfits:
Single sleeve elm and melon green Mid-drift top and single leg tights (due to mobility and issues of catching in joints (R.O.S.E. cuts off clothing that covers her cybernetic arm and leg.) A brown belt with a single pouch utility compartment used for carrying tools and or software. A necklace of 3 fangs which R.O.S.E. seems very protective of for unknown reasons
Occupation:
Former: Experimental Super-Soldier
Currently: Guardian of The Hold/ support for live streaming field data analysis/ tech support/ Psy-Fang’s assistant in The Hold Lab.
Areas of Operation: Physically R.O.S.E. confines herself to The Hold. When interacting with The Holds mainframe (remotely, wireless signal, or hardwired) her mind can go virtually anywhere.
Weapons/items:
• Crossbow unit built into Cybernetic arm.
• Bolts for crossbow with nonlethal tips (rarely every carries this s she barely almost never leaves The hold)
o Concussion
o Electrocution
o Knockout gas
o Impact (small explosive)
Personal Transport: The web
Powers/abilities:
• Does not Age.
• Enhanced Strength and speed due to genetic and cybernetic implants.
• Advanced genetic testing has resulted in R.O.S.E. being immune to all disease and several forms of radiation
• Genetic testing has also given her limited cellular regeneration outside her regeneration cycle.
• No longer requires Air or food for survival.
• Despite being reanimated, all of her organic functions (including the ability to produce offspring) appear to function as though she were still alive.
• Cybernetic eye allows scanning in different spectrums including night vision infrared thermal Microwave, x-ray, black light, and able to trace various radiation residues.
• Cybernetic Ear allows for heightened listening capabilities including the ability to filter sound waves and isolate certain noises within audio samples.
• Poses a processing core whose design and component make up are other worldly and far more advanced than anything even in development.
o This unit seems to have no limit on storage or speed (none that R.O.S.E. has found as of yet).
• Master Marksman with small arms and sniper rifles but tends to favor bow or her built in Crossbow unit.
• Master of many different Military hand to hand combat styles and Jeet Kune Do
Strengths:
• Able to calculate and analyze vast amounts of data in real time.
• Keeps the team current no all pertinent information.
• Processing Core has a built in learning drive always looking to improve and upgrade both itself as well as all of R.O.S.E.’s cybernetics and security and counter measure suites keeping her and her teammates equipment always up to date.
• Improvements to systems have made it that R.O.S.E. Can still fully function even if cybernetics are made temporarily inoperative .
• Highly durable frame and genetic alteration to organics allow R.O.S.E. to be both offensively and defensively affective in a fight.
• Caring and loyal personality when she lowers her Cybernetic Neural barriers to allow her fruman conscience to manifest.
•
Weaknesses:
• Although she does not require sleep, R.O.S.E must shut down once a week for a period of six hours for a regeneration cycle to renew and repair more serious damage and or injuries to organic body parts. Extremely vulnerable in this state.
• Although she has the ability to unlock Cybernetic Neural barriers to allow her more furman conscience and personality to manifest, tends to keep those barriers up making her seem very cold and mechanical
• Tends to let logic algorithms dictate over a moral code of right and wrong sometimes hacking into locations she should not out of curiosity (though she has gotten better with the help of Psy-Fang and Super Moo)
• Has made several acquaintances of the less savory variety due to constant war gaming with other hackers to test her systems and improve them.
• Unlocking of Cybernetic Neural barriers for extended periods of time also leads to panic attacks and confusion,
• Seems at times almost “afraid” to leave the hold
• A Strong enough EMP can temporarily impair cybernetics. Although she can still function without the cybernetics her abilities are greatly reduced.
Bio:
It was a beautiful cloudless August day in Nevada. The kind of day where you just wanted to put the top down on your red BMW Convertible, fill the tank with gas, and just go wherever the road takes you with nothing but the radio blaring and the wind blowing through your hair. That is exactly how the 23 year old brown with blonde streaked hair, long tailed weasel decided she was going to spend her afternoon. It was nothing new for her to do. In fact, this particular mustelid was notorious for these long aimless road trips without telling anyone where she is going or checking in until she would get home.
As she drove faster and faster on the desolate road not passing any other vehicles for miles, her mind began to wander towards plans for the weekend. She started mentally laying out her outfit, listing which bars and nightclubs and their order to hit them, and most importantly, coming up with an excuse as to why it is not her turn to be the designated driver amongst her group of friends. She tilted her head back slightly looking up to the clouds as a smile grew across her muzzle while the refreshing breeze continued to blow through her hair.
She didn’t even hear the bellowing horn of the massive military flatbed transport warning her that in her daydreaming stupor, she had crossed over into the oncoming traffic lane. Looking back ahead the weasel’s eyes widened as she quickly jammed on the breaks and turned the wheel trying to get back into the right lane. In her angst to recover control of the vehicle at such great speeds she had not noticed the pothole in the street until a defining pop came from under her front left tire sending the BMW off the road into a tail spin and eventually rolling the car several times until coming to a sliding, screeching halt leaving a large trail of a combination of blood and various car fluids.
It seemed the flatbed was only one of serval military vehicles in the caravan, as they all came to a halt to survey the damage. The Woman was already dead by the time medical personnel on the caravan reached her lifeless husk twisted and broken in ways that would make a contortioned cringe. There was not much left of the BMW. Maybe enough to fashion a coffee table and that was all wrapped around the young girls remains.
Now, one would think this is the end of this poor girl’s tragic tale. However in this case, death is truly the beginning of this story.
For several moments the military fursonnel stood around unsure what to do until an elderly ferret slowly meandered over leaning on his cane for support to see what was holding his caravan up. Their work was too secret and precious for a new story to make public by something as foolish as some stupid girl and her careless driving. He ordered the troops to scour the area collecting any and all part of both the vehicle stray pieces and of its driver to be thrown onto the flatbed.
“We’ll find a use for her one way or another as a whole or as spare parts” The old Ferret spoke callously in an authoritative tone tapping the tip of his cane several times on the ground as emphasis for the men to hurry.
Most of the car wreckage was slipped under the tarp of the flatbed around its current mysterious craft shaped cargo. The scattered remains of the females body along with the section of the BMW she was encased in was moved towards large 18 wheeler within the motorcade. As the back hatch of the truck opened several Furs in Hazmat suits filed out along with a cloud of freezing mist. Within the truck soldiers could see several cadavers hanging unceremoniously by meat hooks poked and prodded by all forms of strange sensors and monitoring devices. Eventually the military fursonnel finished their sweep of the area collecting every trace of the crash while the Hazmat furman finished pulling the remains of the BMW and imprisoned weasel into their mobile workshop. The high pitched screeching sound of metal being cut echoed out the door as the hatch closed and the military convoy was back underway to its destination.
Initially everyone thought the woman would be used for spare parts and organs for the project. The body was too badly damaged to be salvageable. But the old Ferret still ordered they run an initial subject analysis and testing of the genetic splicing the same as they had with their other “volunteers”. To everyone’s amazement and inability to explain why, the female weasel’s body ended up reacting more successfully to the initial tests than any of the other 4 cadaver test subjects.
The elderly Ferrets eyes sparkled as he saw the results. She will be a perfect candidate for Project R.O.S.E. the Ferret proclaimed before even reaching the hidden military base. The convoy traveled off road out into the desert for hours before coming upon what appeared to be private small plane airport. The complex consisted of 3 small hangers, an administrative building, and two air strips surrounded by an electrified fence and a single guard house with the wooden arm down to prevent entry. It was nothing special to behold. In fact, the condition of the buildings and lack of furman present made it almost seem abandoned. There wasn’t even a guard located at the entry guard house as the arm rose on its own when the convoy came within 5 yards. One after another the vehicles rolled through the gate kicking up dust and debris. As they made their way to one of the back hangers the massive doors automatically opened as well to reveal a ramp leading down into the bowls of the earth. The motorcade drove for several miles down the ramp until finally reaching the true Military complex below. A massive complex filled with several large hangers with the remains of many mysterious and other worldly looking crafts.
It was in this hidden bunker that the brown Female Weasel spent the next two years under constant genetic manipulation and surgery to reconstruct her body. Shockingly the woman’s body accepted the treatments but the genetic manipulation and regeneration could only go so far. With the severe brain damage and still disfigured body, many on the team thought it futile to waste any more resources and time on this lost cause. Re-animating the corpse was easy enough, but what good would a disfigured super-soldier with massive brain damage be was the argument by many. The ferret paced up and down the halls of the lab looking for an answer. He knew she was too valuable to give up on just yet. As he continued to stroll down the hall he stopped at one of the hangers looking in at the debris from the ship within. Despite the damage it had sustained portions of it still shined with a luster that if you just looked at those sections, one would think there was no damage at all. It suddenly dawned on the ferret, as he waddled back as fast as he could with his cane to the medical ward.
“Prepare Unit 4 for surgery!” He bellowed surprising several of his underlings who started to question his sanity.
“If we can’t complete her reconstruction with genetic manipulation, then we will accomplish it with cybernetics! “
Within sixteen months, Re-animated Organic Super-soldier Experiment Unit 4 (R.O.S.E.) was fully functional. Her right arm and left leg, as well as her right collar bone and part of her left ribcage refitted with cybernetic implants. Her right eye was replaced by a multi spectrum optical lens as well as an enhanced right ear. All were created from alloys and components of the crashed vessels in the various ship hangers. The most impressive and complex component though, was the processor implemented in Unit 4’s brain that came from the artificial intelligence of their newest wreckage. Its installation was flawless as though accepting of the new host reconnecting and building new neural pathways completely on its own.
She stood beside her four counterparts of the squad in the blistering Nevada desert prepared for their preliminary evaluation tests. The squad was put through its paces, placed in numerous scenarios with multiple objectives becoming more dangerous and difficult. As a whole the unit passed all scenarios without any issue. R.O.S.E. Unit 4 however exceeded beyond all expectation out performing her counterparts in every way.
As the tests continued however, all the other units began to break down. Extended time in the field would result in erratic behavior and inability to complete missions other than the primary objectives. During their regeneration cycles, all the units other than Unit 4, would have abnormal erratic brain wave actives that would indicate dreaming, or more likely nightmares many times putting extreme stress on them and forcing them to wake and initiate capture evasion protocols. Units 1, 2, 3, and 5 in one such incident, critically injured one member of the research team while putting several others in the hospital, and killing seven base military guards before finally being shut down. Even Unit 4 was showing signs of dreaming in her brainwave patterns but never seemed to come out of her regeneration cycle early or react like the others.
When word got out the Project Managers were unable to control the other four units and Unit 4 was showing early symptoms of behavior like them, the project was immediately terminated. All Information on the project was to be destroyed. All records of the subjects ever existing, destroyed, even the units themselves were to have their memories wiped and be terminated.
During their last regeneration cycle, the units had their memories wiped and were shut down indefinitely, their bodies were placed into stasis tubes for transport to their final destination for disassembly and termination. Or so that is where they would have gone, had the head Researcher, the Elder Ferret not changed shipping location to a dummy address of a storage warehouse in Stonehaven City. His work was too valuable, too important to cast aside by the bureaucratic cowards in the government with a lack of vision. If they would not continue to fund his research, he knew others with stronger spines that would.
The five R.O.S.E. Units arrived at the storage facility with no questions or debates, where they remained for the next 25 years undisturbed. In that time, for unknown reasons, the old ferret researcher never came. The city changed, the old powers fell and a new underworld order rose from its ashes. Eventually the storage facility was taken over by the DarkFury Syndicate that used it as a weapons cache not realizing the dangers and powerful weapons they had right under their noses.
One winter night, a pair of superheroines, a petite psionic powered wolfress and her Amazonian cow partner with super strength, laid siege to the Darkfury Syndicate storage house. During the battle Unit 4’s crate was damaged from a support beam being knocked from the rafters exposing the powered down Weasel in her stasis tube. The heroines quickly overpowered the Syndicate gangsters, zip tying their wrists and ankles nice and tightly to leave as a present for SHC PD.
As they were about to leave, the wolfress stopped turning in the direction of where the R.O.S.E. Units were.
“Someone is here Super Moo, I can feel them, they need help!”
“Psy-Fang wait up it could be a trap!” Her bovine partner called out to the wolfress that shot off flying towards the crate.
As Psy-Fang closed in on the crate she gently landed looking around to see the remains of 4 other crates that would have been the same size now splintered and scattered all along the floor. She raised her hand towards the crate and with a backhand swing of her arm telekinetically tore the front of the case off. She cocked her head curiously, as she saw the cyborg female weasel inside the stasis tube as sensations of fear desperation and confusion coming from the tube overwhelmed the wolfress. Psy-Fang shook her head, trying to re-center herself, pushing back the pulsating emotions as she cautiously moved closer to the tube staring at the mustelid.
As Super Moo Finally caught up to Psy-Fang she stood in the doorway holding its frame as she watched Her partner seeming to have a staring contest with the sleeping female Cyborg. Suddenly, as though a switch had been turned on, Unit 4’s body stood upright in the tube as her eyes shot open staring down at Psy-Fang. Before Psy-Fang could even react, the unit pulled back its cybernetic fist and punched it right through the glass square into the wolfress’s snout. Psy-Fang’s Head snapped back from the force of the blow sending her off her feet flying into several crates on the other side of the room.
“Psy!” Super Moo Howled as she quickly turned her attention to the Cyborg opponent that had leaped into the air towards her.
As unit 4 closed in the still started Amazonian Bovine she thrust forward her cybernetic leg landing a kick square in Super Moo’s abdomen knocking her back into the other room tumbling back several times before regaining her composure hopping up and sliding on her hooves. It wasn’t fast enough though, as Super Moo’s attacker was again, on top of her landing a combination of fists and elbows to Super Moo’s face chest and ribs. Unit 4 paused her assault briefly enough for her to adjust her positon as she threw an uppercut with her cybernetic fist looking to finish off the teetering Cow.
Super Moo staggered back slightly from the onslaught unit 4 had unleashed on her as she wiped the blood from her muzzle. Her body had already healed itself from the attack and she had enough time this time to see the attack coming catching the weasels fist in her massive mitt like hand. Unit 4 looked up for a moment with a cold lifeless stare as her optical lens dilated and refocused unsure as to how the cow had been able to physically stop her punch dead in its tracks without having her own hand obliterated from the force. Super Moo Snarled in anger as she pulled Unit 4 by the fist towards her and head butting the cyborg with such for that it went through the wall back into the room it came from. When the smoke and dust settled Unit 4 was already rising back to its feet giving a sterile glare to Super Moo.
As Unit 4 was about to retaliate, it was stopped dead in its tracks unable to move. Although Psy-Fang was unable to avoid the strike physically, her aura shield had prevented the blow from doing any real harm as well as deflecting the shattered glass from cutting her. She now stood with her hand extended toward the Cyborg holding it in place with her telekinesis The cyborg slowly started to turn her head to look toward the wolfress as Psy-Fang clenched her extend hand into a fist and pulled her arm in towards her. The cyborg flew off her feet hurtling towards Psy-Fang like a rag doll completely incapacitated by the telekinetic hold. As Unit 4 hurtled towards the psionic heroine her clenched fist began to glow with a light pink aura as she focused more and more energy into it before vaulting towards her opponent. Once within range, Psy-Fang drove her fist home into the left side of Unit 4’s face releasing a massive wave of empathic energy inter her organic nervous system intensifying the strike two hundred fold.
Unit 4 whaled in pain as her body began to convulse and spark from the overload of energy to her system. The processor in her brain began to ramp up faster in full affect fully powered for the first time in years. Unexpectedly though as if a circuit was created when the processor went active, a massive surge of energy pulsed its way back into Psy-Fang as well. She released an agonizing howl as well, desperately trying to pull her fist from the mustelid’s cheek. Psy-Fang’s body began to smoke and to go limp with exhaustion as the unrelenting pulse coursed through her body. Every sensory node in her felt like it was being burned alive, as blood began to drip out the wolfress’s ears and nose.
They both continued to cry out unable to pull away from one another. Super Moo wrapped her massive arms around the petite waste of her partner holding as tight as she could without crushing her ribs and thrust a side heel kick square into the cyborg weasels sternum breaking the connection. The two heroines were thrown across the room crashing through several crates with Super Moo taking the brunt of the damage with Psy-Fang protected within her grip. The Mustelid barely moved a few feet back as she grabbed her head with both hands shrieking in agony until finally her body just went limp and dropped to its knees unresponsive.
The two heroines stirred slowly pulling themselves from the debris making sure they were alright. They turned quickly rushing back to the screams of a terrified woman. Unit 4 was functioning again, but this time something was different. She stared back and forth between her cybernetic hand and the trembling organic one slowly rotating them from palm up to palm down in disbelief. Her face was full of fright as she took shallow breaths reaching up and running her fingers along the metal plating around her optical lens letting out another scream as she started to cry.
Psy-Fang and Super Moo slowly approached the frightened weasel. She fell backwards onto her tail when she saw the two masked women approach. In a panic, the woman began to back pedal on her hands and knees to make some distance
“What did you do to me!? Stay away! Don’t hurt me please! “she begged as the heroines stopped confused by the sudden change in the cyborgs demeanor.
Psy-Fang took a step toward the girl who again shuffled back timidly. Super Moo put her hand on Psy-Fang’s shoulder warningly but the wolfress just gently brushed it off her giving the Amazonian Bovine a re-assuring nod that it was alright.
The small wolfress took another step extending her hands palms up to show she was unarmed spoke softly.
“It’s alright, you are safe. We want to help; I promise I won’t hurt you.”
As she continued to move forward the weasel cyborg had backed herself into a corner. With no other place to go she curled herself timidly into a ball watching the little costumed woman slowly approached.
“W-w-w-what, did you do to me?” The weasel weakly asked. She still continued to backpedal. She would have pushed herself into the wall and straight through if she could have.
Psy-Fang looked at her with a sympathetic look on her face. Her brow furrowed with sadness as she wiped the blood from her snout with her right hand before bringing it back to its passive position out to its side
“We found you like this, we don’t know what happened to you. I would like to help, if you will let me?” by this point Psy-Fang was standing over the mustelid. She slowly kneeled down next to the scared cyborg.
She flinched fearfully at first as Psy-fang kneeled next to her. After several seconds though she could no longer hold back her tears as she threw herself around the heroine hugging and whimpering between sobs.
“what… happened… to…. me?” was all the cyborg could get out before completely breaking down in Psy-Fang’s arms.
As she held the weasel, the wolfress’s pink aura began to glow again encompassing them both with a gentle hum.
“I don’t know. But you’re safe now, we will protect you. It will be alright.” She spoke soothingly as she attempted this time to impart calming empathic energy to the weasel to reassure her.
As the unit 4 began to calm don’t she became less emotional. The expression in her face became colder and blank once more. She spoke again but this time the voice was more of a combination of an automated furman blend.
Cybernetic Neural blockers re-established. Thank you for your assistance Ms. Psy-Fang and Ms Super Moo, or would you prefer Ms. Rayne Lancastor and Ms. Ayasha Kautzimoto?” Units 4 asked as its optical lens changed colors and dilate scanning the two women.
The heroines looked back and forth at one another unsure how to react to the cyborgs knowledge of their identities. As they continued to interrogate the unit, the found out its name was Re-animated Organic Super-soldier Experiment Unit 4 or simply just Unit 4. The three agreed however that R.O.S.E. was a much nicer name though. The only theory R.O.S.E. could come up with for knowing who they were is that some of the energy passed through her and Psy-Fang during their battle passed the information along as well. She did not know anything else about the two other than their real names. R.O.S.E. was also unable to tell them anything where she came from, who did this to her or why as a large portion of her memory had been erased. The only thing that seemed functional were some tactical, combat, and capture resistance/ escape protocols buried in neural sub routines. She also told them the name Marra, came to her during regeneration cycles but did not know the significance of the name.
The three agreed that R.O.S.E. would stay at The Hold for the time being until they could figure out better how to help her. While at The Hold, R.O.S.E. Immediately began production of a new regeneration chamber for herself in between bouts of using their mainframe to surf the weapon and learn all she could about the world and what had transpired in the time she had been offline. She began to upgrade her own cybernetics hardware and software including the hold as well. Eventually R.O.S.E began working with Super Moo and Psy-Fang giving them vital real time analysis and information while they were in the field. She is now considered by both heroines as a vital part of their team.
Personality:
R.O.S.E. at a first impression comes off more mechanical than furman. Her voice often times gives the feeling of talking with an automated message system which can put some off. She tries at times to make jokes often with little success. She is extremely intelligent and tends to let logic dictate her words and actions. She is loyal and protective of her teammates but seems to have a “Fear” of leaving The Hold which at times has put her at odds with Super Moo in particular.
She tends to let her Cybernetic Nerual blockers down more when it is just her and Psy-Fang working in the lab or alone together. When the blockers are down her voice loses all mechanical traits to it and she is more able to convey her thoughts and feelings.
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R.O.S.E. created by me
jjshodan20 © 2017
Psy-Fang and Super Moo are also creations by me as well.
Name: unknown- the Name Marra seems to keep coming to her during regeneration cycles
Code Name: Re-animated Organic Super-soldier Experiment Unit 4 (aka R.O.S.E.)
DOB: 1965 - Deceased: August 3, 1988
POB: unknown: believed to be reanimated at Fort Calibrax, Nevada Desert.
Age: 52 (appears as though she wouldn’t seem much older than 25)
Gender: female
Species: Long Tailed Weasel
Nationality: North American
orientation: unknown prior to reanimation, Heterosexual
Affiliation: Vigilante
Height: 5’11”
Weight: 357Lbs. (approximately 230lbs due to cybernetics)
Eye color: left Eye Brown Right Eye: Cybernetic implant with optical lens, color will vary depending on spectrum of light she is scanning with it.
Hair Color: Brown with blonde streak in the center.
Physical Appearance: Hair length to mid shoulder blades on an athletic runner’s builds. Almost 40% of her body had to be replaced with cybernetics -
Right side:
• arm
• ear
• eye collar bone with adjoining muscles and nerves
Left Side:
• leg
• part of rib cage
• lung
• part of her heart.
Outfits:
Single sleeve elm and melon green Mid-drift top and single leg tights (due to mobility and issues of catching in joints (R.O.S.E. cuts off clothing that covers her cybernetic arm and leg.) A brown belt with a single pouch utility compartment used for carrying tools and or software. A necklace of 3 fangs which R.O.S.E. seems very protective of for unknown reasons
Occupation:
Former: Experimental Super-Soldier
Currently: Guardian of The Hold/ support for live streaming field data analysis/ tech support/ Psy-Fang’s assistant in The Hold Lab.
Areas of Operation: Physically R.O.S.E. confines herself to The Hold. When interacting with The Holds mainframe (remotely, wireless signal, or hardwired) her mind can go virtually anywhere.
Weapons/items:
• Crossbow unit built into Cybernetic arm.
• Bolts for crossbow with nonlethal tips (rarely every carries this s she barely almost never leaves The hold)
o Concussion
o Electrocution
o Knockout gas
o Impact (small explosive)
Personal Transport: The web
Powers/abilities:
• Does not Age.
• Enhanced Strength and speed due to genetic and cybernetic implants.
• Advanced genetic testing has resulted in R.O.S.E. being immune to all disease and several forms of radiation
• Genetic testing has also given her limited cellular regeneration outside her regeneration cycle.
• No longer requires Air or food for survival.
• Despite being reanimated, all of her organic functions (including the ability to produce offspring) appear to function as though she were still alive.
• Cybernetic eye allows scanning in different spectrums including night vision infrared thermal Microwave, x-ray, black light, and able to trace various radiation residues.
• Cybernetic Ear allows for heightened listening capabilities including the ability to filter sound waves and isolate certain noises within audio samples.
• Poses a processing core whose design and component make up are other worldly and far more advanced than anything even in development.
o This unit seems to have no limit on storage or speed (none that R.O.S.E. has found as of yet).
• Master Marksman with small arms and sniper rifles but tends to favor bow or her built in Crossbow unit.
• Master of many different Military hand to hand combat styles and Jeet Kune Do
Strengths:
• Able to calculate and analyze vast amounts of data in real time.
• Keeps the team current no all pertinent information.
• Processing Core has a built in learning drive always looking to improve and upgrade both itself as well as all of R.O.S.E.’s cybernetics and security and counter measure suites keeping her and her teammates equipment always up to date.
• Improvements to systems have made it that R.O.S.E. Can still fully function even if cybernetics are made temporarily inoperative .
• Highly durable frame and genetic alteration to organics allow R.O.S.E. to be both offensively and defensively affective in a fight.
• Caring and loyal personality when she lowers her Cybernetic Neural barriers to allow her fruman conscience to manifest.
•
Weaknesses:
• Although she does not require sleep, R.O.S.E must shut down once a week for a period of six hours for a regeneration cycle to renew and repair more serious damage and or injuries to organic body parts. Extremely vulnerable in this state.
• Although she has the ability to unlock Cybernetic Neural barriers to allow her more furman conscience and personality to manifest, tends to keep those barriers up making her seem very cold and mechanical
• Tends to let logic algorithms dictate over a moral code of right and wrong sometimes hacking into locations she should not out of curiosity (though she has gotten better with the help of Psy-Fang and Super Moo)
• Has made several acquaintances of the less savory variety due to constant war gaming with other hackers to test her systems and improve them.
• Unlocking of Cybernetic Neural barriers for extended periods of time also leads to panic attacks and confusion,
• Seems at times almost “afraid” to leave the hold
• A Strong enough EMP can temporarily impair cybernetics. Although she can still function without the cybernetics her abilities are greatly reduced.
Bio:
It was a beautiful cloudless August day in Nevada. The kind of day where you just wanted to put the top down on your red BMW Convertible, fill the tank with gas, and just go wherever the road takes you with nothing but the radio blaring and the wind blowing through your hair. That is exactly how the 23 year old brown with blonde streaked hair, long tailed weasel decided she was going to spend her afternoon. It was nothing new for her to do. In fact, this particular mustelid was notorious for these long aimless road trips without telling anyone where she is going or checking in until she would get home.
As she drove faster and faster on the desolate road not passing any other vehicles for miles, her mind began to wander towards plans for the weekend. She started mentally laying out her outfit, listing which bars and nightclubs and their order to hit them, and most importantly, coming up with an excuse as to why it is not her turn to be the designated driver amongst her group of friends. She tilted her head back slightly looking up to the clouds as a smile grew across her muzzle while the refreshing breeze continued to blow through her hair.
She didn’t even hear the bellowing horn of the massive military flatbed transport warning her that in her daydreaming stupor, she had crossed over into the oncoming traffic lane. Looking back ahead the weasel’s eyes widened as she quickly jammed on the breaks and turned the wheel trying to get back into the right lane. In her angst to recover control of the vehicle at such great speeds she had not noticed the pothole in the street until a defining pop came from under her front left tire sending the BMW off the road into a tail spin and eventually rolling the car several times until coming to a sliding, screeching halt leaving a large trail of a combination of blood and various car fluids.
It seemed the flatbed was only one of serval military vehicles in the caravan, as they all came to a halt to survey the damage. The Woman was already dead by the time medical personnel on the caravan reached her lifeless husk twisted and broken in ways that would make a contortioned cringe. There was not much left of the BMW. Maybe enough to fashion a coffee table and that was all wrapped around the young girls remains.
Now, one would think this is the end of this poor girl’s tragic tale. However in this case, death is truly the beginning of this story.
For several moments the military fursonnel stood around unsure what to do until an elderly ferret slowly meandered over leaning on his cane for support to see what was holding his caravan up. Their work was too secret and precious for a new story to make public by something as foolish as some stupid girl and her careless driving. He ordered the troops to scour the area collecting any and all part of both the vehicle stray pieces and of its driver to be thrown onto the flatbed.
“We’ll find a use for her one way or another as a whole or as spare parts” The old Ferret spoke callously in an authoritative tone tapping the tip of his cane several times on the ground as emphasis for the men to hurry.
Most of the car wreckage was slipped under the tarp of the flatbed around its current mysterious craft shaped cargo. The scattered remains of the females body along with the section of the BMW she was encased in was moved towards large 18 wheeler within the motorcade. As the back hatch of the truck opened several Furs in Hazmat suits filed out along with a cloud of freezing mist. Within the truck soldiers could see several cadavers hanging unceremoniously by meat hooks poked and prodded by all forms of strange sensors and monitoring devices. Eventually the military fursonnel finished their sweep of the area collecting every trace of the crash while the Hazmat furman finished pulling the remains of the BMW and imprisoned weasel into their mobile workshop. The high pitched screeching sound of metal being cut echoed out the door as the hatch closed and the military convoy was back underway to its destination.
Initially everyone thought the woman would be used for spare parts and organs for the project. The body was too badly damaged to be salvageable. But the old Ferret still ordered they run an initial subject analysis and testing of the genetic splicing the same as they had with their other “volunteers”. To everyone’s amazement and inability to explain why, the female weasel’s body ended up reacting more successfully to the initial tests than any of the other 4 cadaver test subjects.
The elderly Ferrets eyes sparkled as he saw the results. She will be a perfect candidate for Project R.O.S.E. the Ferret proclaimed before even reaching the hidden military base. The convoy traveled off road out into the desert for hours before coming upon what appeared to be private small plane airport. The complex consisted of 3 small hangers, an administrative building, and two air strips surrounded by an electrified fence and a single guard house with the wooden arm down to prevent entry. It was nothing special to behold. In fact, the condition of the buildings and lack of furman present made it almost seem abandoned. There wasn’t even a guard located at the entry guard house as the arm rose on its own when the convoy came within 5 yards. One after another the vehicles rolled through the gate kicking up dust and debris. As they made their way to one of the back hangers the massive doors automatically opened as well to reveal a ramp leading down into the bowls of the earth. The motorcade drove for several miles down the ramp until finally reaching the true Military complex below. A massive complex filled with several large hangers with the remains of many mysterious and other worldly looking crafts.
It was in this hidden bunker that the brown Female Weasel spent the next two years under constant genetic manipulation and surgery to reconstruct her body. Shockingly the woman’s body accepted the treatments but the genetic manipulation and regeneration could only go so far. With the severe brain damage and still disfigured body, many on the team thought it futile to waste any more resources and time on this lost cause. Re-animating the corpse was easy enough, but what good would a disfigured super-soldier with massive brain damage be was the argument by many. The ferret paced up and down the halls of the lab looking for an answer. He knew she was too valuable to give up on just yet. As he continued to stroll down the hall he stopped at one of the hangers looking in at the debris from the ship within. Despite the damage it had sustained portions of it still shined with a luster that if you just looked at those sections, one would think there was no damage at all. It suddenly dawned on the ferret, as he waddled back as fast as he could with his cane to the medical ward.
“Prepare Unit 4 for surgery!” He bellowed surprising several of his underlings who started to question his sanity.
“If we can’t complete her reconstruction with genetic manipulation, then we will accomplish it with cybernetics! “
Within sixteen months, Re-animated Organic Super-soldier Experiment Unit 4 (R.O.S.E.) was fully functional. Her right arm and left leg, as well as her right collar bone and part of her left ribcage refitted with cybernetic implants. Her right eye was replaced by a multi spectrum optical lens as well as an enhanced right ear. All were created from alloys and components of the crashed vessels in the various ship hangers. The most impressive and complex component though, was the processor implemented in Unit 4’s brain that came from the artificial intelligence of their newest wreckage. Its installation was flawless as though accepting of the new host reconnecting and building new neural pathways completely on its own.
She stood beside her four counterparts of the squad in the blistering Nevada desert prepared for their preliminary evaluation tests. The squad was put through its paces, placed in numerous scenarios with multiple objectives becoming more dangerous and difficult. As a whole the unit passed all scenarios without any issue. R.O.S.E. Unit 4 however exceeded beyond all expectation out performing her counterparts in every way.
As the tests continued however, all the other units began to break down. Extended time in the field would result in erratic behavior and inability to complete missions other than the primary objectives. During their regeneration cycles, all the units other than Unit 4, would have abnormal erratic brain wave actives that would indicate dreaming, or more likely nightmares many times putting extreme stress on them and forcing them to wake and initiate capture evasion protocols. Units 1, 2, 3, and 5 in one such incident, critically injured one member of the research team while putting several others in the hospital, and killing seven base military guards before finally being shut down. Even Unit 4 was showing signs of dreaming in her brainwave patterns but never seemed to come out of her regeneration cycle early or react like the others.
When word got out the Project Managers were unable to control the other four units and Unit 4 was showing early symptoms of behavior like them, the project was immediately terminated. All Information on the project was to be destroyed. All records of the subjects ever existing, destroyed, even the units themselves were to have their memories wiped and be terminated.
During their last regeneration cycle, the units had their memories wiped and were shut down indefinitely, their bodies were placed into stasis tubes for transport to their final destination for disassembly and termination. Or so that is where they would have gone, had the head Researcher, the Elder Ferret not changed shipping location to a dummy address of a storage warehouse in Stonehaven City. His work was too valuable, too important to cast aside by the bureaucratic cowards in the government with a lack of vision. If they would not continue to fund his research, he knew others with stronger spines that would.
The five R.O.S.E. Units arrived at the storage facility with no questions or debates, where they remained for the next 25 years undisturbed. In that time, for unknown reasons, the old ferret researcher never came. The city changed, the old powers fell and a new underworld order rose from its ashes. Eventually the storage facility was taken over by the DarkFury Syndicate that used it as a weapons cache not realizing the dangers and powerful weapons they had right under their noses.
One winter night, a pair of superheroines, a petite psionic powered wolfress and her Amazonian cow partner with super strength, laid siege to the Darkfury Syndicate storage house. During the battle Unit 4’s crate was damaged from a support beam being knocked from the rafters exposing the powered down Weasel in her stasis tube. The heroines quickly overpowered the Syndicate gangsters, zip tying their wrists and ankles nice and tightly to leave as a present for SHC PD.
As they were about to leave, the wolfress stopped turning in the direction of where the R.O.S.E. Units were.
“Someone is here Super Moo, I can feel them, they need help!”
“Psy-Fang wait up it could be a trap!” Her bovine partner called out to the wolfress that shot off flying towards the crate.
As Psy-Fang closed in on the crate she gently landed looking around to see the remains of 4 other crates that would have been the same size now splintered and scattered all along the floor. She raised her hand towards the crate and with a backhand swing of her arm telekinetically tore the front of the case off. She cocked her head curiously, as she saw the cyborg female weasel inside the stasis tube as sensations of fear desperation and confusion coming from the tube overwhelmed the wolfress. Psy-Fang shook her head, trying to re-center herself, pushing back the pulsating emotions as she cautiously moved closer to the tube staring at the mustelid.
As Super Moo Finally caught up to Psy-Fang she stood in the doorway holding its frame as she watched Her partner seeming to have a staring contest with the sleeping female Cyborg. Suddenly, as though a switch had been turned on, Unit 4’s body stood upright in the tube as her eyes shot open staring down at Psy-Fang. Before Psy-Fang could even react, the unit pulled back its cybernetic fist and punched it right through the glass square into the wolfress’s snout. Psy-Fang’s Head snapped back from the force of the blow sending her off her feet flying into several crates on the other side of the room.
“Psy!” Super Moo Howled as she quickly turned her attention to the Cyborg opponent that had leaped into the air towards her.
As unit 4 closed in the still started Amazonian Bovine she thrust forward her cybernetic leg landing a kick square in Super Moo’s abdomen knocking her back into the other room tumbling back several times before regaining her composure hopping up and sliding on her hooves. It wasn’t fast enough though, as Super Moo’s attacker was again, on top of her landing a combination of fists and elbows to Super Moo’s face chest and ribs. Unit 4 paused her assault briefly enough for her to adjust her positon as she threw an uppercut with her cybernetic fist looking to finish off the teetering Cow.
Super Moo staggered back slightly from the onslaught unit 4 had unleashed on her as she wiped the blood from her muzzle. Her body had already healed itself from the attack and she had enough time this time to see the attack coming catching the weasels fist in her massive mitt like hand. Unit 4 looked up for a moment with a cold lifeless stare as her optical lens dilated and refocused unsure as to how the cow had been able to physically stop her punch dead in its tracks without having her own hand obliterated from the force. Super Moo Snarled in anger as she pulled Unit 4 by the fist towards her and head butting the cyborg with such for that it went through the wall back into the room it came from. When the smoke and dust settled Unit 4 was already rising back to its feet giving a sterile glare to Super Moo.
As Unit 4 was about to retaliate, it was stopped dead in its tracks unable to move. Although Psy-Fang was unable to avoid the strike physically, her aura shield had prevented the blow from doing any real harm as well as deflecting the shattered glass from cutting her. She now stood with her hand extended toward the Cyborg holding it in place with her telekinesis The cyborg slowly started to turn her head to look toward the wolfress as Psy-Fang clenched her extend hand into a fist and pulled her arm in towards her. The cyborg flew off her feet hurtling towards Psy-Fang like a rag doll completely incapacitated by the telekinetic hold. As Unit 4 hurtled towards the psionic heroine her clenched fist began to glow with a light pink aura as she focused more and more energy into it before vaulting towards her opponent. Once within range, Psy-Fang drove her fist home into the left side of Unit 4’s face releasing a massive wave of empathic energy inter her organic nervous system intensifying the strike two hundred fold.
Unit 4 whaled in pain as her body began to convulse and spark from the overload of energy to her system. The processor in her brain began to ramp up faster in full affect fully powered for the first time in years. Unexpectedly though as if a circuit was created when the processor went active, a massive surge of energy pulsed its way back into Psy-Fang as well. She released an agonizing howl as well, desperately trying to pull her fist from the mustelid’s cheek. Psy-Fang’s body began to smoke and to go limp with exhaustion as the unrelenting pulse coursed through her body. Every sensory node in her felt like it was being burned alive, as blood began to drip out the wolfress’s ears and nose.
They both continued to cry out unable to pull away from one another. Super Moo wrapped her massive arms around the petite waste of her partner holding as tight as she could without crushing her ribs and thrust a side heel kick square into the cyborg weasels sternum breaking the connection. The two heroines were thrown across the room crashing through several crates with Super Moo taking the brunt of the damage with Psy-Fang protected within her grip. The Mustelid barely moved a few feet back as she grabbed her head with both hands shrieking in agony until finally her body just went limp and dropped to its knees unresponsive.
The two heroines stirred slowly pulling themselves from the debris making sure they were alright. They turned quickly rushing back to the screams of a terrified woman. Unit 4 was functioning again, but this time something was different. She stared back and forth between her cybernetic hand and the trembling organic one slowly rotating them from palm up to palm down in disbelief. Her face was full of fright as she took shallow breaths reaching up and running her fingers along the metal plating around her optical lens letting out another scream as she started to cry.
Psy-Fang and Super Moo slowly approached the frightened weasel. She fell backwards onto her tail when she saw the two masked women approach. In a panic, the woman began to back pedal on her hands and knees to make some distance
“What did you do to me!? Stay away! Don’t hurt me please! “she begged as the heroines stopped confused by the sudden change in the cyborgs demeanor.
Psy-Fang took a step toward the girl who again shuffled back timidly. Super Moo put her hand on Psy-Fang’s shoulder warningly but the wolfress just gently brushed it off her giving the Amazonian Bovine a re-assuring nod that it was alright.
The small wolfress took another step extending her hands palms up to show she was unarmed spoke softly.
“It’s alright, you are safe. We want to help; I promise I won’t hurt you.”
As she continued to move forward the weasel cyborg had backed herself into a corner. With no other place to go she curled herself timidly into a ball watching the little costumed woman slowly approached.
“W-w-w-what, did you do to me?” The weasel weakly asked. She still continued to backpedal. She would have pushed herself into the wall and straight through if she could have.
Psy-Fang looked at her with a sympathetic look on her face. Her brow furrowed with sadness as she wiped the blood from her snout with her right hand before bringing it back to its passive position out to its side
“We found you like this, we don’t know what happened to you. I would like to help, if you will let me?” by this point Psy-Fang was standing over the mustelid. She slowly kneeled down next to the scared cyborg.
She flinched fearfully at first as Psy-fang kneeled next to her. After several seconds though she could no longer hold back her tears as she threw herself around the heroine hugging and whimpering between sobs.
“what… happened… to…. me?” was all the cyborg could get out before completely breaking down in Psy-Fang’s arms.
As she held the weasel, the wolfress’s pink aura began to glow again encompassing them both with a gentle hum.
“I don’t know. But you’re safe now, we will protect you. It will be alright.” She spoke soothingly as she attempted this time to impart calming empathic energy to the weasel to reassure her.
As the unit 4 began to calm don’t she became less emotional. The expression in her face became colder and blank once more. She spoke again but this time the voice was more of a combination of an automated furman blend.
Cybernetic Neural blockers re-established. Thank you for your assistance Ms. Psy-Fang and Ms Super Moo, or would you prefer Ms. Rayne Lancastor and Ms. Ayasha Kautzimoto?” Units 4 asked as its optical lens changed colors and dilate scanning the two women.
The heroines looked back and forth at one another unsure how to react to the cyborgs knowledge of their identities. As they continued to interrogate the unit, the found out its name was Re-animated Organic Super-soldier Experiment Unit 4 or simply just Unit 4. The three agreed however that R.O.S.E. was a much nicer name though. The only theory R.O.S.E. could come up with for knowing who they were is that some of the energy passed through her and Psy-Fang during their battle passed the information along as well. She did not know anything else about the two other than their real names. R.O.S.E. was also unable to tell them anything where she came from, who did this to her or why as a large portion of her memory had been erased. The only thing that seemed functional were some tactical, combat, and capture resistance/ escape protocols buried in neural sub routines. She also told them the name Marra, came to her during regeneration cycles but did not know the significance of the name.
The three agreed that R.O.S.E. would stay at The Hold for the time being until they could figure out better how to help her. While at The Hold, R.O.S.E. Immediately began production of a new regeneration chamber for herself in between bouts of using their mainframe to surf the weapon and learn all she could about the world and what had transpired in the time she had been offline. She began to upgrade her own cybernetics hardware and software including the hold as well. Eventually R.O.S.E began working with Super Moo and Psy-Fang giving them vital real time analysis and information while they were in the field. She is now considered by both heroines as a vital part of their team.
Personality:
R.O.S.E. at a first impression comes off more mechanical than furman. Her voice often times gives the feeling of talking with an automated message system which can put some off. She tries at times to make jokes often with little success. She is extremely intelligent and tends to let logic dictate her words and actions. She is loyal and protective of her teammates but seems to have a “Fear” of leaving The Hold which at times has put her at odds with Super Moo in particular.
She tends to let her Cybernetic Nerual blockers down more when it is just her and Psy-Fang working in the lab or alone together. When the blockers are down her voice loses all mechanical traits to it and she is more able to convey her thoughts and feelings.
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R.O.S.E. created by me
jjshodan20 © 2017 Psy-Fang and Super Moo are also creations by me as well.
Category All / All
Species Weasel
Size 735 x 1280px
File Size 146.4 kB
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