Yohshimatsu

“Interesting, a Shimatsu Cyborg has been activated. Who activated it? Why? No matter, all test models had bugs and flaws, it should not be a problem” said a voice from within The Citadel, The Order’s HQ in New Techcracy, “but he did kill two Order Militia, the penalty for that is death”

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Yohshimatsu was walking through the streets of the city, his appearance drawing glances from the general populous. He thought he ought to get some different clothes and was about to look for somewhere to get some from when he was targeted by four powerful spotlights, he shielded his gaze from the lights and could make out figures, switching to another filter let him see who had surrounded him. They had The Order’s mark on them but were armoured and carried a weapon that was a cross between a gun and a sword.

“You have killed two Order Militia, the penalty for this is death, we have a warrant for your death, prepare to die” said one of the soldiers, the rest of them raising their gunblades, aiming at Yohshimatsu.

Yohshimatsu jumped, hoverjets and boosters igniting, and blasted over the soldiers, landing with his hoverjets still on, skating away, the soldiers climbed aboard hover-bikes and chased after him.

There was a conflict going on in Yohshimatsu’s mind, his basic programming was urging him to turn and fight, but his old personality was trying to preserve the body by fleeing, and wondering how mad this world had become. The programming was fighting a losing battle; the personality was stronger and was beginning to take control. The program came to a compromise; it would take a back seat to control if the personality would fight the pursuing soldiers, the personality agreed.

Yohshimatsu turned around in mid stride and used his boosters to blast him in the opposite direction, towards the soldiers. He drew and ignited his beam sabres, skating towards the bikes, and tensed as he slipped into a battle trance, entirely focused on the oncoming bikes.

He dove at the first two bikes, blades sticking out at his sides, he took the heads from the soldiers as he hit the ground, bringing his swords forwards through the hover-bike passing above him. He leapt from the ground, slicing a soldier in half on the way up; he spun around, catching a soldier just below the shoulders with his right sabre, his left one slicing through another bike. With a blast from his hoverjets he blasted towards a crowd of soldiers, legs together, head down arms crossed across his chest, swords pointing away from his body, he sliced four soldiers up as he landed, dispatching the others with a number of unpredictable slashes and stabs, diving towards the ground as energy bolts from those soldiers who had managed to survive long enough to loose off a few shots.

As he hit the ground Yohshimatsu stabbed his sabres into the dirt, flipping over them, yanking them out as he flew up into the air, he threw one, a whirling disk of death that arked through three soldiers before returning to his hand. He spun and threw a sabre at the remaining soldier, who crumpled to the ground.

Yohshimatsu retrieved his sabre and surveyed the destruction around him, dead, dismembered bodies, wrecked hover-bikes, fire, blood, scorch-marks and ploughed up ground. Picking up the least destroyed robe he tore open a space for his rocket-wing pack, added another 20 marks to the ‘Kills’ folder, opened the wings in his rocket pack and blasted up into the sky.