[Fanfiction] Life Of A Clone

[TheBeardShifter]

Alright, this is something I've been trying to write in a very long time, but, as usual, my inspiration ditched me and left me to die most times. I managed to get the first part done though, so that's nice. It's basically a Grineer POV story. I'll be covering the guy's life. Knowing the Grineer, his biggest achievement will probably be mastering combat formation Bravo. Anyway, here it is.

 

 

You float in the gentle darkness of your home. Nothing seems to happen here, it is a peaceful place. You hear faint sounds sometimes, but you can never quite put your finger on where they come from. They’re disturbing, but you quickly learn to ignore them. Nothing can harm you here, right?

Suddenly, you hear a loud hiss. You open your eyes and see you are surrounded by the inky blackness no more. A world of light presents itself before you, and, before you can adjust to this new reality, something violently pulls you out of whatever you were contained on. It screams at you and forces you to stand upright. You feel cold and have trouble breathing. Something in your chest is beating like it’s going to burst out at any moment. It doesn’t hurt yet, but it feels like it will soon. Your eyes have adjusted better to the blinding light of this new world, and you see what is holding you. Some kind of twisted hybrid of a human and a machine is looking at you, its fiery glare trying to absorb every detail of your body. Its face looks old and degenerated. You try to move but its cold mechanical grip is too strong. Strangely, it isn’t hurting you, as if the being is controlling its strength. After a few more seconds of inspection, the thing grunts and lets go of you. It gestures you to move at a heavy looking metal door. You ponder disobeying, but after taking a look at the menacing talons of its hands, you decide to comply. You clumsily walk towards the door, somewhat dizzy, still not quite used to this new form of locomotion. It gets better as you progress, and soon you are confidently walking through the door, which hisses open to allow you passage into a room filled with crude looking contraptions. A monotonous voice instructs you to step into a platform in the center of the room. All of the menacing mechanical arms of the machines are pointed at said platform. You reluctantly step on the platform. Immediately, two arms restrain you. Out of reflex, you start struggling and screaming. More arms restrain you. Soon, you’re completely still, powerless against whatever the machines intend on doing with you. The being from before enters the room, carrying a strange sharp object filled with some kind of liquid. It approaches you, and jabs the sharp end of the object into you, injecting whatever was inside in the process. You scream in pain, but black out as the being starts cutting into you with another object. Surprisingly you feel nothing.

You wake up. The arms are moving around you at blinding speed, closing what appears to be a wound on your chest. You notice the frantic pumping inside your chest is gone, replaced with a calmer beating. You feel much better overall. You look to your side, and see the being carrying a strange grey suit. You offer no resistance as it dresses you in the suit. The arms loosen their grip on you, and the being motions you to leave the room through another door. As you walk, you look at a polished metallic wall and see your reflex. You look old, your skin is gnarled and twisted, and your eyes have a fierce orange color. As you exit the room, you look back and see an exact copy of yourself. This intrigues you, but you don’t question it. You enter the room as ordered by the being, and find yourself amongst thousands of copies of yourself. Or maybe you’re the copy of someone. They all look the same as you, are dressed the in the same grey suits, and look as confused as you are. As time passes, more copies of you enter the room.

A voice blares from somewhere in the room. You somehow understand what it is saying. It speaks of something called the “Grineer Empire”, of how you were created to serve this entity, and that you are Grineer. It drones about how all other beings were unworthy of life, existing only to serve the Empire. That you should consider yourself lucky to be Grineer, for there was no greater glory in the universe, whatever that is.

 

 

 

Feel free to comment and whatnot. Updates come whenever I manage to write anything decent.

[Idrinkbepis]

i thought it was pretty good and would like to see you continue with it :D

[baron1357]

this was a nice read keep it up :D

Edited July 1, 2014 by BARON1357

[208firebird]

Wow, just wow. This is really good fanfiction keep it up

[TheBeardShifter]

Here's the next part of the story. I appreciate the positive feedback. This and the next part are going to cover training. I still don't know wether or not to include the Tenno in this. If I don't, then it's because this story happens before the Tenno awaken.

 

 

 

The voice keeps  talking about the virtues of this Grineer Empire, and the faults of its enemies. You don’t know what those are. Everyone seems as confused as you. You endure the speech for what seems like an eternity. You don’t catch most of it, since most of what the voice was rambling about was unknown to you. You don’t know what a “Corpus” was. You don’t know what the “Infestation” was. You barely know what this Grineer Empire is, although you seem to be part of it.

After the long winded speech, the voice orders everyone to proceed to a room labelled “Training”. You are oblivious to what enables you to understand all these symbols and language, but you are very tired, and don’t think about it. The room you enter is huge. There are strange containers everywhere. A new voice, identical to the one inside the room with all the mechanical arms, instructs you to step into one. Your brethren wastes no time entering the things, and you decide to go along. You enter the compartment, which is oddly comfortable. Liquid starts filling it. You panic, but you have almost no room to move, and soon you are immersed in the liquid. You try to hold your breath for as long as you can, but the liquid isn’t giving you any signs of going away. You can’t hold your breath anymore. You’re going to drown here, inside this evil thing. You suddenly gasp, and expect a quick death, but that doesn’t happen. After a moment, you open your eyes. You can breathe normally, the liquid doesn’t seem to affect anything. You feel relief and happiness. You’re alive. You’re also exhausted. You start dozing off, gently floating in the liquid, slipping into the darkness. You’re home again. You feel something attach itself to your head, but you don’t feel alarmed.

You start dreaming. It is a strange dream, full of things you don’t recognize. Large polished buildings are everywhere. Strange transparent spikes pop out of the ground here and there. You’re somewhere very cold, although that doesn’t bother you. Strange beings are walking around the desolate landscape. Some have strange heads, which  look like solid blocks. A flock of tall machines accompany them, making weird sounds now and then. You observe these beings for a long time. They do not seem to notice you. The longer you watch them, the stronger a feeling inside you grows. You don’t know why, but these beings feel wrong, they shouldn’t be here, they are unclean, they don’t belong here. A headache ensues, the beings keep ignoring you, why are they ignoring you, you must drive them away, you must make yourself noticed… Yes, make yourself noticed. You look at one of the spikes. Your mind suddenly clears, you know what to do. Grabbing a spike, you snap a piece of it after some effort. You turn around to the beings, get close to one, and stab it in the chest with your crude weapon. The thing gasps as you impale it, and a red liquid starts coming out of it. You watch as it falls on its feet, a large hole in its chest. It perishes quickly. Every being is now looking at you. The block headed creatures and all screaming and pointing stocky objects at you, the machines screeching and running to the scene. One of the stocky objects lets loose a beam of light, which hits you in a leg. The pain sears through you as you collapse screaming and holding your leg. The beings are closing in on you. You close your eyes, you know what’s coming. You hear a loud noise and the beings screaming. You open your eyes. Strange armored forms are killing the things that harmed you. The fight is short. In the end, the strange beings lay dead, some cut in half, other unrecognizable from being peppered with bullets. One of the armored forms approaches you. It extends a hand, and you accept. It lifts you up, and takes off its white mask. You see your face and the world goes black.

 

[TheBeardShifter]

Well, the second part of training is here. I must say though, I don't think this one is very good, but I'm not a good judge when it comes to these things. 

 

 

 

You awake in yet another strange landscape. What looks like extremely deformed flesh covers the steel walls of the room you are inside. Bright orange eyes stare back at you wherever you gaze. Tiny luminescent forms fly around in swarms, entering small crevices in the walls. The whole place has a warped feeling to it. You don’t belong here. And the horrors that have just entered the room seem to agree. One of them is a tall, lanky monstrosity, uneven of limb and features. A large appendage covers the right side of its body, while a relatively small hook like arm sprouts from the creature on its left side. Its whole body is covered in rough armored skin, and its head is a twisted mass of bone and fleshy tentacles, that appear to have been ground together and left in that sorry state. The creature’s many eyes stare at you from their position in its torso.

To its left, there is a heavily mutated version of one of the armored forms that saved you from the block headed men and their machines. Most of its armor has been corrupted, flashing a sickening light blue color or pale grey where green and brown once were. Small growths dot its body, and its many eyes glare at you with undisguised hate. Its limbs have been twisted and distorted beyond belief.

To the right of the tall creature, an extensively corrupted version of a block headed being struggled to stay upright. Its upper body had so many tumors, that it struggled to keep balance. A branch like growth sprouted from its chest area and burrowed itself into its head, which was dotted by a myriad of bright blue eyes. Its skin was a dark brown and looked filthy.

All of this disgusts you to no end. What are these things? Why are they allowed to exist? You want to take action against them, but you are paralyzed by fear and disgust. The lanky being roars at you, while the others charge at you. You brace yourself for the impact, but it never comes. The tall creature’s head is suddenly blown off, and the charging abominations are set on fire. You look behind you. There they are again! What are these beings and why do they always save you from a certain death?

The dreams continue for a long time. Always the same routine. Strange place, strange creatures, an attempt on your life, and a prompt rescue by the armored forms. You eventually start trusting them. The blacking out between dreams stops, and soon, you are sporting the same armor as them. They teach you how to defend yourself, how to use a multitude of weapons, and they teach you the ways of the Grineer. Eventually, you are indistinguishable from them. You take pride in your hatred for everything not Grineer.

As you are in another mission with your fellow soldiers, twitching your finger near the trigger, you feel dizzy and fall. You hear your comrades’ voices near you. You pass out and, moments later, wake up inside your pod. You’re still immersed in the liquid, although that quickly changes as it is drained from the pod and you are left standing inside. The pod hisses open and you walk outside. You examine your surroundings. Thousands of Grineer are exiting their pods, all looking hardened and changed. You understand what happened. All those dreams were nothing but a way to train you to serve the Empire. You succeeded in your training. You know how to handle an assortment of rifles, pistols and even some melee weapons, although you prefer ranged engagements over close quarters combat. A voice speaks from the intercom, congratulating you and the others on your successful training, and instructing you to equip yourselves with the items near your pod before departure from the facility. You dress yourself in standard Lancer armor and hold your rusting Grakata rifle tight as you see large transporters make their descent on the facility.

 

 

 

As always, feel free to criticise. I could use that.

[SarcasticShepard]

Very well done, all I can offer is a recommendation to break it into sections to make it a easier read!