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Admiral Caltez tried to sit up and found himself unable to do so.  His mind whirled why was he unable to think clearly? What was he unable to move? What was the last thing he remembered? The fog in his brain would not go away and he tried to scream in frustration but no sound would come.

"Ah you're awake sir that's wonderfull.  Now I need you to try and move your arms for me please."

Move his arms? Who the hell was asking him to move his arms? He couldn't even move his mouth to speak how could he move his arms? Frustrated beyond belief he tried opening his eyes and immedietly closed them again.

"No no you don't want to do that.  I said arms not eyes.  Your eyes will come later.  Listen to me I'm trying to help you.  Now try and move your arms please."

Well whoever, or whatever, was talking was being somewhat respectfull he'd remember that and possibly let them live or at least kill them quickly he'd have to see how the situation unfolded.  He tried thinking back what was his last memory? Something wasn't right here.  Was he dead? Was this hell? He deservd to be in the darkest foulest corner of hell but was this really it?  Think damnit!

"That's not moving your arm I must insist that you at least try to move it.  It is for your own good sir."

Would that ass just shut up? He'd love to feed whatever is was its own liver.  Breethe.  Wait that didn't feel right.  Since when did breething feel like this? Not quite painfull, labored maybe? No not even that.  What was he feeling and why couldn't he describe it?  The fog in his mind slowly shifted granting him access to the memories he wanted most.  Soldiers in formation trecking away from a cave.  Werewolf.  Leashed.  Harmless.  Oh no.  Ambushed.  Men dead.  Lineak.  Werewolf.  Unleashed.  Pain.  Death.  What were all of these horrific images had he died? Think make sense of this if anybody can you can it's what you do.  Think damn you.  Lineak that was the name of that boy.  The boy was a werewolf.  He and some of his men had leashed the boy.  That was it! Pieces falling into place.  More he needed to know more.  The ambush had taken place outside of the cave.  His men gunned down and somehow Lineak had gotten loose.  Had the boy killed him? If so what was going on?

Pain suddenly flashed through his face.

"I told you to move your arms.  One way or another you are going to try to move them.  Now do it!"

Caldez opened his eyes just enough to try and peek out underneath his eyelashes at the infuriating individual.  He shut them as fast as he could.  Why did he feel as is if he was peering outward from the inside of a computer screen.  This must truly be hell.

Bryxle cursed his luck over and over again.  The one thing, make that two, that he had been searching for all of these years and he had been so close.  He stared once more at the crate and the empty holes where a shotgun and revolver should have been.  His weapons.  Damn Fang and damn Lydia to hell for all the trouble they had caused him.  Damn them both even more for finding the weapons and not giving him a clue that they had.  He hoped somewhere wild animals were pissing on their corpses.

No use sticking around there though.  It was time to move where he didn't know this place was as primitive as primitive could be.  He'd do alright though, or at least he wouldn't go hungry.  Killers never did.

"Everything is working well?"

"Yes, better than we had anticipated.  His body seems to have adjusted to the cybernetics perfectly.  We have yet to see in there are any pychological problems caused by the massive physical damage or by our attempting to repair it."

"There was dark magic involved too, correct?"

"But of course.  He was dead when we arrived but we do need him to reach our overall objectives.  At the very least our work will make him a much more difficult man to kill."

"If we haven't created an overpowered madman that is?"

"Well, there is that."

In another room in the same facility Caldez opened his eyes over the past weeks he had started to become more acustomed to this new vision.  By merely thinking he was able to shift his vision from thermal to night vision and back to standard.  In any form he could zoon in or draw back it was truly amazing.  Yet still only a piece of the amazing gift that had been given to him.

He looked down at his limbs they appreared human but were far from it he was told.  Cybernetic enhancements of the highest degree.  They granted him immense power like never before, and with no draw backs.  He rotated his wrists and wiggled his fingers on both hands, incredible they operated as if they were his real digits.  The men, whoever the were, had as of yet allowed him access to weapons of any kind although they promised they would.  They also promised his enhancements would augment any possible weapon he could think of to use.

He wasn't quite sure how his new body would augment firearms usage but he was more than happy to find out.  In addition he couldn't wait to get a sword in his hands.  It had been years since he'd thought about swinging one in combat, but now.... He laughed gleefully thinking about trinkets he'd aquired in the last several decades somewhere in his wharehouses of magical artifacts had to be a sword for him hold.

The sound of cannon fire was like music to his ears.  Where these locals would find firepower of that magnitude he couldn't even begin to imagine.  Wait, the distinct hum, it was a space vessel come down ito the atmosphere to attack what exactly? This was getting more and more interesting.  After numerous strafing runs the vessel turned towards the sun and sped off out of sight.

Black smoke and the sound of explosions caused Bryxle's heart to leap with joy.  From the location of the sounds and from the visible cloud of black smoke he guessed somehow one of the soldier's ships had turned on their own.   He would have to see this with his own eyes, and fast.  He turned toward the enemy camp and began jogging.  A few hours jog and he was rewarded with what he had hoped to see.  Pieces of buildings and machinery littered the ground along with human remains.  The drop ships had all seen better days as all sported large holes if not entire sections that had been blown apart by cannon fire. 

It looked like most but not all of the soldiers had been killed by the cannon fire, a pity.  Well maybe not killing the rest of them was something he would enjoy thoroughly.  He took his time getting his compound bow ready and then began picking off the confused soldiers one by one.  It was like shooting fish in a barrell but so much more fun.  When he was done he might be able to salvage what he needed to get Fang's ship operational from the drop ships.  Oh this wasn't a such a bad day after all.

((ooc if anyone uses these characters please don't kill them off they're going to be antagonists that come and go for Lineak))

Admiral Caldez grinned wildly as sweat poured down his body, his new body was magnificent.  The things that he had found it cabable of doing were tremendous.  The sheer amount of weight he was ableto lift up and hurl, one handed even was staggering.  Being able to shatter stone with a single blow!  The speed he was able to generate when running, hell he was able to run down a deer with ease!  They were nothing compared to what happened when a weapon was put in his hands though. 

He had been pessimistic about what his enhancements could add to what firearms already offered and now he had a glimpse.  He had been offered a sniper rifle without a scope and told to hit a target one thousand yards out on a windy day.  He scoffed at the idea a thousand yards out was a difficult enough shot, for a sniper and with a scope.  Do it they had told him and he agreed reluctantly to the challenge.  He put his eye to the iron site and was amazed to see a display pop up in either eye one showing range the other wind speed.  When he had site on the target for half of a second it began to glow red with a green outline of said target appearing up and to the left of the actual target.  Curious he changed his aim to the green outline and centered on it.  With his aim now on the green outline it flashed twice quickly and he fired.  Half a second later he was rewarded with the sound of a loud explosion and a congratulations from the men behind him.  Now to find himself a propper melee weapon, that was next on his to do list.