The S.A.B.E.R. Project ~ part 3.

[Lightbringer]

Dr. Waywerd came into a sterile white room filled with all sorts of electronic equipment. He sighed with distaste as he spotted Dr.Sanfred. Has it already been two weeks away from that horrible man? he thought. He put on his fake smile as he approached the little man. "Ah Dr. Sanfred, so glad you could make it too the trials."
Dr. Sanfred pushed his gigantic glasses up on his nose, "Oh im sure you are Dr. Waywerd." He saw through the barely contained annoyance, but it was irrelevant to Sanfred. He was appointed by the N.O.I. (new order imperials) council to oversee high budget projects. If he didn't like what was going on he had the power to refuse funding. "Well shall we begin with this test of the S.A.B.E.R. proto-type?"
"Of coarse of coarse." He wished he could throttle the smaller man, as annoying as he was though, there was nothing he could do about it. Might as well get on with it. "Spives, would you be so kind as to open the blast shutters?
The metallic shutters opened letting the morning sunlight into the control room. Outside was a long field and further out a forest. Three tanks preformed maneuver, and a mass of shock droids patrolled the area as well. All part of the trails. "Alright then Spives, bring in Ghost."
"You gave him a name?" Dr. Sanfred looked down his glasses in slight shock."It’s a robot, why not give it a serial number and be done with it?"
Inwardly scowling and outwardly keeping his expression friendly Dr. Waywerd gave his reply. "Really, he's much more then a robot, he's an enhanced hybrid who was then further transformed into a cyborg. He's one of a kind, I think if anything deserves a name it would definitely be him. Now then, lets watch the show."
The two Scientists and a few idle lab techs walked up to the windows to watch the trials. Outside A ground-level door opened, a solitary kneeling figure rose via elevator to the surface. Its humanoid body was covered in black and silvery armor which caught the sunlight brilliantly, and reflected it in all directions.
"Activate Ghost." Dr. Waywerd ordered.
A few clicks on a keyboard and the stationary figure rose quickly to its feet. It was over seven feet tall. "Now begin the trail, input the attack orders to the Shock droids and the tanks. Outside the droids and the tanks began to converge on Ghost.
"Aren't you going to give the proto-type attack
instructions?" Dr. Sanfred nosed.
"That is not necessary Doctor, Ghost will respond to any threat to himself or N.O.I. officials as they occur. Though he has a CPU in his brain, it is not a specifically a governor. It is more of a interface between his brain and his weapon systems. It also serves as a free will block. He has a list of rules that he cannot break, other then that he is free to adapt his tactics to respond to all types of situations, and also to modify existing tactics to for new threats he has never before encountered or been given knowledge of."
"So that is why you've decided to use a cyborg instead of a robot for this project." Dr. Sanfred scribbled a few things down on his lightpad.
Meanwhile outside. The first lines of Shock Droids came into weapons range, they began laying down suppression fire from their small laser weapons. Ghost did not move.
Dr. Sanfred snorted to himself. "Some tactic that is, I think you need to rethink this Ghost thing. All he's doing is standing there."
"He doesn’t need to move," Waywerd countered. "His armor is covered in a new type of ....... I suppose it would be considered a paint really, Black Mirror."
Dr. Sanfred stopped laughing,"The use of Black Mirror was not authorized for this project. You cannot use the whole of the research department as your personal marketplace Doctor."
"I think the result speaks for itself Sanfred. You'll
notice that Black Mirror is a perfect complement to Ghost, light laser fire has no effect on him, it is harmlessly deflected away."
"I know what Black Mirror does," Sanfred grumbled. He scribbled a few more things on his light pad in anger.
"Alright lets see his weapons systems in operation."
Back outside Ghost stood and watched the approaching enemies, his green eyes began to glow. .....Tracking multiple targets.... like a bolt of black lightning he was off, strafeing to the left, he lifted his left arm, from the top of his forearm a weapon raised into view, its short barrels whirled in circles, green energy fired from the barrels in rapid bursts. The effect was devastating, in seconds a dozen Shock droids were reduced to smoking scrap. Hydraulic locks on his ankles struck down into the ground , he skidded into a tight turn, his legs churning again this time directly into the mass of droids.
"Are you clicking his speed Spives?" Dr. Waywerd asked?
The red headed tech clicked on his keyboard. "Yes sir, so far he's hit 98 miles per hour."
"Is he mad? getting in close to all those droids? Dr. Sanfred was now looking for a reason to criticize the project."He's losing his advantage, with them close like that they’ll go into close combat techniques."
"One side effect of giving a humanoid such fire power, such as the micro plasma vulcan he just used is it has no room for extra battery or generators, he has to recharge... for another twenty seconds I estimate. He will use his hand weapons now."
"Which are?"
"Morphagenic Blade Units. He has two of them."
Dr. Sanfreds jaw dropped. He now furiously scribbled on his light pad. Those too were secret projects , he had no business adding them to his own.
Long curving blades slid out of his forearms, sweeping gracefully back away from his hands. He blew threw the first line cutting a sparking swath through the droid numbers. His speed was incredible. Shock droids began to extend tazer batons from their bulky arms. Attacks came slowly easily avoided by Ghost. His long silvery hair blew back as he swept by, Droid after Droid was rent with cold fury.
Breaking through the final line Ghost ran a bee line to the Tanks, the three unmanned metal monstrosities leveled their main guns at the Target. Ghosts form flickered for a moment, then suddenly their were two of them, they split apart and ran a two prongs of a V.
Sanfred looked over questioningly to Waywerd.
"Visual Chaos Engin." He's projecting a holographic image of himself."
"Which one is he?"
"If it was easy to tell the difference it wouldn't be a very effective system now would it?"
Seconds later the left Ghost flickered and disappeared. The two tanks tracking the false image began to track the real Ghost, but it was too late for one. The flashing blade of Ghost ripped through its armor as he ran by. The tank exploded in a sparking mass of flames.
"That’s a Redtrigger tank, how is it he cut its
armor so easily?"
"His blades are class four Diytainium. ( a
artificial l mixture of diamond and titanium") let me guess, im not supposed to have that either?" He intentionally pushed Sanfreds buttons, he knew that he was already untouchable from what he had just seen. the S.A.B.E.R. project was already a huge success.
Running and dodging in between the remaining two tanks cannon shells. Ghost pivoted with his ground locks, and leaped on top of the far machine. His hands extended a high pitched whirring sound erupted from his body, within seconds the top part of the tank caved in on itself.
Before he could ask Dr. Waywerd answered Dr. Sanfred."That was a Sonic Shockwave Generator, he used a high pitch frequency warp the armor." This was getting fun, Dr. Waywerd fought hard to keep his grin from showing.
Ghost jumped and flipped forward with a quick
strafe he avoided the remaining tanks shells. Ghost then raised his right arm.

Another weapon extended from his forearm. With flickering energy collecting he rushed forward, Dazzling green light erupted from the barrel, the noise was deafening. Suddenly the light was gone and in place of the tank was a melted chassé.
"PlASMA PARTICLE CANNON!" Dr. Waywerd sang, his restraint flew out the window. he nearly danced over to the control console. Picking up a microphone he spoke,"Well done Ghost, please return to the lab for diagnostics."
Outside Ghost immediately ran back to the
elevator he has arrived from.
Forgotten at the window Dr. Sanfred scribbled a few more notes on his lightpad. He had been taken for a fool, and that was not something he let go. Have your fun Waywerd, enjoy it while you still can.

[Lightbringer]

Ok this is basicly what his face looks like with armor on. I drew it in paint, and colored it in photoshop though i again shunned the use of filters. actually i didn't really use black in it either, kind of tried the Samurai Jack thing with this.

[*Hope*]

That's really good! Keep writing, i cant wait to hear the rest.

[uc pseudonym]

I don't like Dr. Sanfred, but I do like this story. Carry on.