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Shining Spice Mountain
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During training you demonstrated an aptitude for accurately laying down withering salvos of fire at all ranges. You were offered to join a fireteam as a 'gunner', essentially a machine gunner but with significantly more firepower than unmodified infantry. Typical loadout was a targeting computer module and a pair of XM312 compact machine guns chambered in the smaller .416 Barrett cartridge. The weapon was much lighter than traditional .50BMG machine guns, with a higher rate of fire, but was still capable of effectively downing Warriors. This turned out to be a winning combination that became a mainstay of cyborg forces throughout the war.
Your first operation, however, was a disaster.
One fire team was wiped out completely and your team consisted of yourself and what was left of your squad leader, whom you managed to drag back through the exit portal before the entire area was glassed by the reactors of the fallen going super-critical.
For your heroism you were promoted to Sergeant and immediately set about un-fucking your platoon.
As a Sergeant you had more choice in your loadout and modules. You assembled a mod package that suited your role as platoon leader, as well as filling the battlefield role that became colloquially known as the Heavy.
Due to the highly classified nature of your very existence, your missions were generally limited to strikes on Golborian targets that needed to be eliminated with extreme prejudice. As a Heavy you were expected to provide maximum firepower for your team whilst still being able to maintain pace with the CQC units. Generally you hung back a ways and provided ordinance via hardpoints on your shoulders, and moved to support anybody that hit heavier resistance, or intercept enemy counter-attacks. If you operation was a raid you'd opt for missiles, cannons and ECM, and provide close air support and dogfight with any Floaters trying to strafe your own units. If a protracted fight or very heavy resistance was expected, you'd bring deployable barricades, land mines and fusion grenades to suppliment your already significant armoury.
To fulfil this greatly varied role (as well as leading a fire team) you selected a Medium Power Sensor Package and Targetting Computer since that was the best that could fit inside armoured head enclosures. As a Sergeant you also received a Boosted Communications System and a Small Infowar System.
The Whip Sword, however, was a personal choice. A scattering of human culture made it through to Golboria during the abductions, such as a few video games, including Mortal Kombat II. While getting friendly with one of the engineers in charge of designing and maintaining your body, the subject of video games came up you jokingly mentioned you could probably throw a kyoketsu-shoge hard enough to embed into people, and yank them around like Scorpion. The engineer got a funny look in his eye and presented you with his prototype a week later. Apparently he was a fan of Takeda because you ended up with a pair of swords that extend into bladed whips. An unenhanced human would shred themselves, but your superior senses and reflexes let you become a whirlwind of death. The blades are sharp enough and strong enough to injure a Warrior, and with some practise you figured out how to 'throw' them. You may or may not have bellowed "COME HERE!" the first time you successfully hooked a Warrior in the ribcage with one. The government let you keep them after you retired.
The infowar package, however, almost landed you in a shit-mire of trouble.
Nobody really expected you to practise your hacking skills on friendly targets, let alone yourself. You managed to jailbreak a lot of your systems and learn a lot of extremely classified information.
Your body is an amalgamation of technology projects that were thrown together in a skunkworks to develop a possible victory scenario for the Human/Visitor war. When it became clear that Humanity wasn't in a position to win a conventional war, focus shifted to developing radical weapon technologies so brutal they'd force Golboria into an MAD ceasefire, or in the very least strike back so viciously a Golborian victory would be paid for dearly.
Your bionics are supplemented with cloned hybrid Human/Warrior tissues. Myomer bundles are stronger, but Warrior muscles still have an efficiency advantage so both are used in your arm and leg enhancements. Your torso and pelvis are 90% organic musculature. From a psychological perspective organic tissues were also necessary to maintain a sense of humanity. You yourself specifically requested your face and genitals remain intact; the hacked files revealed both were damaged beyond recovery by your graze with death, and were reconstructed while you were in a coma. Warrior culture would be deeply offended if they learned about your hybrid nature.
You also have a piece of a Floater's brain implanted in your head. The skunk works reverse-engineered Floater flight technology in fairly short order, but human pilots simply couldn't manage the instinctive level of control required and several pilots lost their lives. It was concluded that all but the most skilled pilots would inevitably have a fatal accident before they'd flown long enough to master the technique.
Once a proper method for communicating information in and out of an organic brain in digital format was developed, however, everything changed. Suddenly information could be salvaged from the remains of Floater brains, and their own flight skills were learned to be instinctive, and could be implanted on cybernetic brains. You don't know the name of the 'donor', but you know she was female, and sometimes you dream about flying from her perspective. You suspect the dreams may be an echo of damaged memories. The Floater Collective would not be greatly bothered by this questionable innovation, but Occulots would be horrified for numerous reasons. One big reason is because it resembles the practise of forcibly removing information from another's mind, which is a harsh taboo called mind ripping in Occulot culture.
Finally, you discovered you have an Occulot retina implaned where your sinus cavity used to be. You'd been told it was a function of your digital brain enhancements, effectively allowing you to guard your brain with anti-virus. The reality is that Occulot powers are still a mystery, and the only headway has been from studying their single eye. You underwent some psi ops training, and with concentration you can reflect an Occulot's mind-blasts back at them. You think you may be eventually be able to manifest powers yourself, as you've found you're capable of adding your own power to a mind blast before reflecting it back.
If the Kariket ever learned that humanity were capable of manifesting psychic powers without the aid of Oculot defectors, another war would break out almost immediately.
You realize you've been reviewing your data files as they streamed back in from your bionics. Approximately ten minutes have passed since you woke up.
To complete the handshake protocol, you must review a memory, as the easiest way to establish proper neural connection with your bionics is to remember having used them before. Memories associated with first encounters have some of the strongest subconscious data.
1. The first time you flew with your new body.
2. That first fateful combat mission.
3. The first time you encountered that Oculot BITCH you've come to call the Black Widow.
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