Jump 018: Iji

Jump 018: Iji

Location: D.C.M.F.P.R. Research Facility
Age: 16
Identity: Technician
Drawbacks: [+400] Glass Soldier, Technical Pacifist

[Free]      Technical Expertise
[200/1400]  Bring Em On
[300/1400]  Scrambler
[700/1400]  Nanomaster
[900/1400]  Scanner
[1100/1400] Aggressive Nanites
[1400/1400] Synchshield

Hm. From one blasted landscape to another, no matter how much better it got before I left back there. How unfortunate. But I feel a little different than usual... this isn't something like the memory partitioning or thought acceleration, this is entirely different. Sure, I can feel the addition of new skills in my brain, but it's more than that. Apparently... now I'm a cyborg. Enhanced with nanotechnology. Very interesting, this nanofield.

Kind of interesting how I can even hack my own gun with my nanofield, and switch it over to stungun mode, too. But if it gets me through this without having to wade through puddles of blood... all the better. I'm tired of death, by now.

Also, the wreckage of Earth is crawling with aliens. This is a little bizarre, I'll say, but these Tasen are definitely... well... this whole thing is troubling. And they've got some advanced weapons - I won't imagine that I can just tank them like I would when some idiot shoots at me, or tries to use weaker magic or something along those lines. No, this calls for a more subtle approach - it's tricky to pull a stealth approach, but all I have to do is get close enough to them, and I can ensure that they can't see or hear me. The tricky part, of course, is to make sure it works long enough for me to get clear and figure out where I'm going.

Moving forward and running into one of the Tasen, who offers me a cease-fire, is an unexpected boon. Moreso when I make my way forward and eventually am confronted by one named Krotera, before the Tasen who arranged the truce kills her instead. Unexpected.

And then it's a matter of trying to figure out how to stop the damn attack from happening, and trying to survive long enough to reach General Tor of the Komato to try to negotiate with him. For all I am capable of... stopping a crust-melting strike from an orbital fleet is beyond me.

It's funny how that ends up with it being a matter of my fighting to the death with him in order to prevent the strike, or to justify his decision, but...

Ugh.

Despite everything, it shouldn't have come to this. I'm tired of killing. I thought I'd be able to get through everything without it happening here, too.

But at least I've got the means to help this world rebuild. Without anything hostile remaining, I can help fix what was broken. No matter how much I'd rather be lazy, if the remnants of humanity don't get off their backsides and rebuild, and figure out the Komato nanotech from what they can get access to, they're going to be vulnerable if those lizards ever choose to come back. No matter how General Tor felt in the end.

If they can kill their own kind for no good reason and call them 'other', humanity cannot rest easy.