The heavily fortified underground base once held great minds and concepts of war and peace unheard of to the common people. Within this fortress, was now
housed one of the greatest of those concepts. It was meant for something grand. However, to the world's detriment...it had goals of it's own.
The device was the most powerful supercomputer on Mobius, housing one of it's most brilliant brains. This project was known as EGGMind. Sadly, instead of dedicating itself to solving the world's problems, it instead coveted the world as it's own. The first action of it's mad goal, was to use it's power to gain control over all of the machines of Mobius in a bid to take control. When this failed, it launched every nuclear, biological, and chemical WMD throughout the world, causing a holocaust of horrific proportions.
Now, the last remnants of the human and anthroid Mobians struggle to survive against not only the myriad mutant predators and zombie hordes, but against the EGGMind's Robot Legion, which continues it's march to occupy the world's last bastions of power and civilization...
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The sparks from the tools of the science robots finally ceased, as their work was complete. The first of a new model of soldier that will bolster the Robot
Legion as never before, and finally tip the scales of power fully to the control of the EGGMind.
The new creation rose, it's weapon arm clanking against the table, it's red eyes shining in the near-darkness with a dim glow like twin lasers. Now it was time to test this latest model, before gathering the "resources" required, and beginning mass production...
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The various bounty hunters and mercenaries assembled listened, as the Governor of Omegaopolis, one of the largest of the last cities remaining in the wasteland
that was now Mobius.
"Our troops have enough problems dealing with the ravenous zombies, the nightmarish mutants, and, of course, the Robot Legion. This new threat…this 'Sun Flame Cult,' is taxing us, and other settlements, more than we can bear. Fortunately, this problem had a workable solution. Unlike the mutants, which are merely obstacles of nature, the zombies, which have no leader, and the Legion that has a leader we cannot find, the Cult has a very visible leader, whom the Cultists worship as a goddess. Her name is Nuclear Blaze."
Governor paused a moment to let these words sink in, standing almost at attention with his hands behind his back, his uniform worn, but as clean and pressed as possible. His short hair was silver, his only marring feature being the eye patch he wore over his right eye, and the adjoining large scar that went over the covered eye.
Vincent the Fox listened intently, his arms crossed. His leather armor was worn but still protective, his twin machine pistols dangled in their holsters at his side. He didn't appear to have any other ordinance or firepower. Yet, he had made enough of a reputation as to be one of the select people chosen by Omegaopolis for this job.
Governor finally continued, "Since our target was only the leader, we thought that only one bounty hunter would be enough. We sent for the best we could find. He went on the mission, but we have not heard from him in 3 months. We believe he has…failed."
Vincent, and probably everyone else, knew whom the Governor was referring to. Rumor traveled fast that the bounty hunter known as Gunmetal Gray had taken the job. He was not only armed to the teeth, but had powerful psychokinesis as well. If Gray failed this job, then Victor and the others assembled would be hard-pressed to accomplish it.
Governor continued, "The bounty on Nuclear Blaze, dead or alive, will be 1000 gems, or 100 rings, if you prefer. Our goal is to stack the deck this time, so that reward will be per person. Therefore, feel free to group together. In fact, I strongly encourage it, if Gunmetal Gray's apparent demise is any indication of the Cult's power."
Vincent smiled. It was a decent bounty for a difficult job. Finally, the gathering was dismissed, and Vincent began to make plans on what to do next.
