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    dots Submission Name: Basiliskdots

    Author: Kio
    ASL Info:    1?/male/Ireland
    Elite Ratio:    3.04 - 8/27/25
    Words: 1217
    Class/Type: Story/Misc
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       http://www.eliteskills.com/rp/entry/106113 Basilisk- The RP

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    The television flickered and came to life with a crackle of static as the channel adjusted and came into focus. ”It has been announced that today the Serpent, named John, has been spotted approaching the Russian border. After making its way from China to Europe, the serpent has so far to show any signs of letting up. This magnificent, destructive, terrifying 50 foot long basilisk like creature has left nothing in its wake as it has crossed several continents leaving parts of Europe and America left to stand against this monster.”

    “Scientists are saying that its resistance to all our weapons is due to its thick hide made from some kind of metal that seems to be impenetrable....”

    <u>5 days earlier – Tokyo, Japan</u>
    “What do you mean the basilisk is growing unstably?” Boomed the voice of a very large man that was obviously accustomed to authority and respect. “I mean it seems to be growing at a faster pace than we anticipated. The nanobots seem to be taking the metal form our lab and melding it into the structure of the basilisk.” Shouted back a lowered toned, feminine voice from somewhere amidst the lab of scattered test tubes, apparatus and machinery. “What if we charge an EMP blast? I could get it up in seconds!” Clicking noises could be heard and the soft hum of the Electro Magnetic Pulse machine flared into existence. “These are military grade nanobots, remember? They are resistant to that kind of thing!” Replied the soft voice of a relatively short, long haired woman hunched over monitor displaying several different things.

    “What if we break into the code of the machines?” Boomed, once more, the voice of a tall, broad shouldered and well educated man. “That wouldn’t work they seem to be constantly adapting, what’s to stop them noticing and setting up several more firewalls?” More clicking could be heard as the keyboard was used to its fullest. “I could override the queen bot, we created a backdoor for her, remember?” A sly, thin smile broke the features of the woman. “Brilliant!” Her eyes turned wide with shock. “It’s out of the containment area!” Her voice shouted ecstatically and she started to run towards her partner. “Don’t worry I’ll have it down in seconds. I can’t believe we got J.O.H.N to-“ His voice was cut short and the woman stopped, knowing full well that her partner had been killed. She almost broke down right there but she could see the serpent, already 3 feet long after progressing from an inch long. A few tears trickled down her face and she made for the exit. Today was not going to be her last.

    <u>3 days after that</u>
    The woman from the lab stumbled off the plane to England, trying to get to the government. She had no choice but to come here due to her limited knowledge of languages and lack of patience for translators and lack of finance for them too. She was practically broke after the flight and it would have cost twice as much for a translator. She sighed as she quickly got through customs and out into England. She was at Heathrow Airport, quite some time away from any government officials she knew about. But she had to be quick, John was already moving from China but she was too sure how far. She made a dash for the nearest information office or somewhere where there was a phone.

    Twenty minutes into her search she tripped and realised there had to have been a telephone in the airport and she had been so quick to get out that she hadn’t noticed. A stone tripped her up and she started to cry silently as she lay on the footpath with her stomach growling, her eyes wet and her heart acting up. She reached for her bottle of pills but was sad to see that it was empty. She was going to die and because of her, the world was too.

    A boy passing by bent down to help her. “Are you okay?” His meek voice asked. “John...robot....” The woman’s voice said in broken English. Only two words were coherent. “John...robot....” She repeated. “Can I help in any way? I’ve called the paramedics.” The boy said frantically. The woman clasped his hands in hers and repeated once more. “John...robot....” He nodded, not knowing that the next day this would force him to help the military as a computer hacker.

    Kio clutched his laptop his chest, staring up at the larger military man that walked beside him down a large metal hallway. This was both exhilarating and terrifying. He took in deep breaths and the man on his left, slightly shorter than the left man, gave him a reassuring smile as he gazed up with bewildered eyes. He was only told that he had been drafted into the army under martial law, law #4563: “Any person beneficial to the threat of the country or the world can be forcefully drafted into the military if they can help stop the threat. After the threat has passed the individual can decided whether to stay or leave.” Kio had been a bit alarmed by this. He had been drafted into the military. Then a thought struck him.

    “What military have I been drafted into exactly?” Kio asked childishly. “The SAS, MI4 through 9 and the British army.” The right man said while the left man almost scoffed, Kio could see it in his face posture. “If I’m part of several organisations doesn’t that technically make me your boss, especially with MI9 status I’m sure...” He said with a sly, almost innocent smile as he looked up at the left man and regained a new sense of confidence. The right man opened his mouth to answer but Kio held up a hand, still supporting his laptop with the other. “Let my left hand man answer, he has a mouth.” Kio was torturing this poor escort who obviously had a problem with children in the army.

    “Well yes but-“ The man floundered, trying to find a loophole and Kio’s smile grew. “Brilliant, then from this moment on refer to me as ‘sir’ and in future I would like a can of Coke every time you come to greet me. Is that understandable?” Kio said, obviously gaining much more pleasure from this than he should be. “Yes...sir.” The left hand man said reluctantly, almost spitting out sir, while the right hand man seemed amused and Kio turned on him with the same smile as before. “I’ll need the latest laptop from this man, with these things included.” Kio handed the man a piece of paper with a name, address and a very long list of things listed in alphabetical order. Some had ticks next to them but Kio didn’t bother mentioning their significance and the man stowed it in his upper pocket. “Thank you, now what’s the emerg....” Kio trailed off as they entered a large hangar obviously used for jets that weren’t currently here. “Oh my god...” Were the only words Kio uttered as he took a step in.

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      * Falls over dead* Soooo long . . . . I'll give you a full over view of it later, but I got about half way threw it and it's great like you always are
    | Posted on 2009-08-07 00:00:00 | by Scaredheart | [ Reply to This ]

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