Legatus505

 File 404     Red, black, and grey. The colours that had made up Fulgur Ovid's life.     Red metal limbs, black clothing, grey hair.     Unlike her brother, Ovidia had the addition of more pink than grey in her IIs. Three years after The Second Fall, she looked even more like her brother than she ever had when he was alive. Like her brother, Ovidia had opted for red and black cynets. Her body had become toned like his as well. Not particularly buff, but defined by the tough battles she'd fought.     Despite how hard she'd worked, her body was reaching its limit as she scrambled over rubble and through the remains of her home. The trek was tough enough unencumbered, but on her back Ovidia heaved a backpack weighing twice as much as her.     Life after The Second Fall was rough even for a healthy individual. As one of the weakest and least dangerous, Ovidia had managed to gain entry to a biodome and survive the end of The Republic. Th...

 Chapter 10: Legatus 505 (Content warnings: Body Horror)     "Kid, are you sure this is how you want to do this?"     The voice is calm and cool as it asks me the question. A teacher guiding his student. More than a teacher, of course. My creator, instructor, and adoptive father all rolled up into one. Is this really how I want to do this?     "This is the only way," I assure him. I suck air into my lungs, forcing it out as fast as it came in. The netjack snaps off of my belt buckle as I lift it in my hand. Red and black, it looks like just another part of me. I bring it to my wrist, feeling the cold red tip brush against me. It feels lighter now than it ever has before. The immense weight it used to carry has been lifted.     "There are other ways. You have allies in this time. People you can depend on."     I laugh, sliding the netjack around my hand to the front of my fist. The netjack clicks and a burning sensation begins in the...