Post by Bastard Warlord on Nov 30, 2021 14:49:42 GMT -6
Somewhere near Thailand
Aboard the amphibious assault carrier Forbidden Fate
Dr Moreau stands away from a large metal box. The Bastard warlord and Lockhart stand behind him, an eager look on both of their faces. The Dr has his usual face on: serious and scientific. He checks a few monitors, the beeps increasing.
“He is awakening now my lord.”
A few more clacks of buttons as the beeping is all over the map. Two Canios warriors, a Wolf and a German Shepard, raise futuristic looking rifles to their shoulders.
“Do it doctor.”
“Yes my lord.”
The release of air and the change in beeps and the doors of the large metal box separate. Standing near 10’ tall, a polar bear man walks out. Seeming disoriented at first, he eyes the Bastard warlord and then kneels before him. The voice that comes out sounds as arctic as the manbear.
“I live to serve my lord.”
“You have done well Dr. You can expect to never worry about money ever again. You are a made man and we shall ensure you are taken care of for the rest of your life, as will your children be.”
“You bless me my lord. My work has been the greatest gift you can give me.”
“How long does it take?”
The doctor moves over to several beakers and vials.
“They need this vial 24 hours before I then infuse them with the main serum. The fist vial is a shot to the arm. The second is an infusion in the box, followed by 10 seconds of concentrated solar rays, artificial of course. Then they spend a hour inside the box as the change occurs.”
“What’s the survival rate?”
The doctor blows out a breath as it is obvious he is doing mental math.
“Let’s say, based off my experiments and computer models…one in every fifteen.”
Bull looks at Lockhart, the at the doctor.
“Acceptable. We will have 20 more boxes within the next eight hours. Our troops are below and waiting for you. We will have a space below deck set up within the next twelve hours. Your new lab will be ten times the size of this one. We expect you to work as fast as you can. But do not over work yourself. We will need you as we move forward.”
“Yes my lord.”
Bull turns to Lockhart.
“They want to treat us as if we are just here to entertain with these useless opponents. We shall show them true power soon. But for now, destroy this worm and return.”
Lockhart grins.
“Of course my lord. This little bitch has nothing on me. I’m am the greatest of all time after all.”
Bull nods, his grin lethal.
Aboard the amphibious assault carrier Forbidden Fate
Dr Moreau stands away from a large metal box. The Bastard warlord and Lockhart stand behind him, an eager look on both of their faces. The Dr has his usual face on: serious and scientific. He checks a few monitors, the beeps increasing.
“He is awakening now my lord.”
A few more clacks of buttons as the beeping is all over the map. Two Canios warriors, a Wolf and a German Shepard, raise futuristic looking rifles to their shoulders.
“Do it doctor.”
“Yes my lord.”
The release of air and the change in beeps and the doors of the large metal box separate. Standing near 10’ tall, a polar bear man walks out. Seeming disoriented at first, he eyes the Bastard warlord and then kneels before him. The voice that comes out sounds as arctic as the manbear.
“I live to serve my lord.”
“You have done well Dr. You can expect to never worry about money ever again. You are a made man and we shall ensure you are taken care of for the rest of your life, as will your children be.”
“You bless me my lord. My work has been the greatest gift you can give me.”
“How long does it take?”
The doctor moves over to several beakers and vials.
“They need this vial 24 hours before I then infuse them with the main serum. The fist vial is a shot to the arm. The second is an infusion in the box, followed by 10 seconds of concentrated solar rays, artificial of course. Then they spend a hour inside the box as the change occurs.”
“What’s the survival rate?”
The doctor blows out a breath as it is obvious he is doing mental math.
“Let’s say, based off my experiments and computer models…one in every fifteen.”
Bull looks at Lockhart, the at the doctor.
“Acceptable. We will have 20 more boxes within the next eight hours. Our troops are below and waiting for you. We will have a space below deck set up within the next twelve hours. Your new lab will be ten times the size of this one. We expect you to work as fast as you can. But do not over work yourself. We will need you as we move forward.”
“Yes my lord.”
Bull turns to Lockhart.
“They want to treat us as if we are just here to entertain with these useless opponents. We shall show them true power soon. But for now, destroy this worm and return.”
Lockhart grins.
“Of course my lord. This little bitch has nothing on me. I’m am the greatest of all time after all.”
Bull nods, his grin lethal.
