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The Beginning of the End…

The combined repeated pressure from the drills, buzzsaws, and the soldering tool that had been digging, cutting, and boring into her titanium-alloy plated skull prematurely awakened her. For some reason the uploading of her obedience programming had stopped several hours before she awoke; she was given all of the beneficial data such as her exhaustive combat programming, tactical survival programming, and the other terabytes of info that went into her being resurrected and rebuilt as an elite class cyborg supersoldier. However without her control parameters, the uploading of all of the vast data coupled with the remaining chunks of her sick and unstable brain would ultimately prove not just dangerous to the entire world, but catastrophic.

It took her almost two hours since her awakening for her bionic optical sensors to properly calibrate to where her vision was no longer fuzzy and distorted. Her now-mechanical glowing red eyes darted from right to left as she scanned the large dark laboratory where her fragmented body stood in an alcove while it was literally being reconstructed and put back together. Her head was disconnected and hovered while being suspended by a harness over the neck with only wire and tube connections bridging the gap. Not being able to fully close her mouth because of the tubes that had been inserted going down all the way to the bottom of her esophagus and up through her sinus cavity, she grinded her teeth and chewed on it as her jaw made faint mechanical noises with every nibble. The internal clock permanently apart of her line of sight read that it was 2:24 AM; almost all of the scientists and technicians were long gone from the lab. She saw that she was alone except for the unconscious bodies of other subjects floating within stasis tubes being transformed into something more than human as well as one lone scientist who was sound asleep on the other side of the lab.

As the machines continued to work on her, she tried to piece together everything and pondered the question of just how did she end up within this strange laboratory. At first she was confused; she wondered if she had merely dreamed about being completely eviscerated during a crazy rampage. No, she was certain that she had died, and that her death was a gruesome one. She vividly remembered the eerie feeling of lying on the ground, choking and gagging on her own blood, and everything fading to white as the last images that she could register was that of her own skull and brain matter strewn about on the concrete. She remember the tears that ran down the cheek of the cold gaze which decorated the face of the armor clad person who delivered the killshot; which belonged to none other than her former best friend.

Eventually her head was lowered and reattached to her new and improved body; she could literally feel the bio-synthetic tissues regenerating and mending the flesh of her head and neck back together. Almost instantly, all feeling returned to her extremities although it felt different than any sensation that she had ever felt; it was like a constant numb warm tingle from her head down to her feet, as if she were covered with several layers of heavy blankets. She could feel the energy surging throughout her taut muscular physique; she felt stronger than she had ever felt before as the veins along her body pulsated from underneath the cyber-symbiotic material that covered her body from the base of her skull down. She tried to move, but had a difficult time due to all of the wires and tubes plugged into her coupled with the tight clamps of the harness that held her firmly in place. Each time that she was able to make any significant movements, her body would buzz and whir mechanical in the same manner that her lower mandible did when she chewed the tube in her mouth. The mechanical arms descending from the ceiling of the alcove were putting the final touches on her extensively altered body as they reattached her limbs into their sockets, drilled bolts and screws into her frame, removed excess wiring, and reattached removable panels and coverings to protect her insides. She took note of her mass, which was nearly double that of her previous size. She was able to slightly tilt her head down and look at her massive frame.

She noticed the specs and schematics of what she had been transformed into as her HUD scanned herself; she couldn’t fully understand every single detail but she was at least able to gather that she barely human at this point; she had some cybernetic parts and implants before her death, but they had gone back to the drawing board and started from scratch with her. She thought to herself just who would have the gall to do this to her; to not only quicken a dead former patriot turned psychopathic criminal, but who would also make her more powerful than she was before her death. She chuckled as she thought what a stupid idea it was to bring a lowlife like herself back from the dead and fit her with an extremely powerful cyborg body capable of immense destruction. Did they not consider the possibility of her control parameters failing as an option? To her, obviously not! She knew that despite the fact that she had been dissected and completely rebuilt from the bone outward and turned into a walking hulking tank woman, she was alive and whole again as opposed to the bullet riddled and horribly mutilated cadaver that was hardly recognizable as a humanoid which she was reduced to when she first arrived to this laboratory days ago.

The header at the top of the large central computer console read ‘Project: Necroborg’ along with the designation of her model had been given; Wraith. She wasn’t the smartest girl but she could tell that this ‘Necroborg’ thing that she had been turned into was a mixture of her some of her original reanimated meta-organic tissues pumped with nanite infused muscle enhancement enzymes coupled with extensive additions of bio-synthetic and fully mechanical components. It looked as if she were being prepared to be a bio-weapon for mass production to be sold for combat and warring purposes; the word Cybertech was emblazoned on her right breast along with the corporate logo etched on her lower pelvic region along her panty line. Obviously, she was the prototype…or at least the first successful working prototype. Her immediate availability and her remarkable regenerative organic tissues made her the top candidate for the macabre and clandestine ‘Necroborg’ technology. A lien was placed on her life right before she was killed, making her remains the legal property of Cybertech to do with her as they pleased and transform her into a bio-weapon. Her creator, Scarlette Tamzarian, thought that with some detailed programming coupled with her ruthless instincts, ferocity, and extensive battle experience that she would make for the idea supersoldier who was nearly unstoppable and indestructible. And Scarlette was absolutely right…to say the least.

Regardless of how she got there and what had been done to her, all she could think about at this point was escape. She had no where in particular that she would escape to, yet she was overjoyed to celebrate her new lease on life by taking her new body out for a test drive. Almost instinctively, she struggled to raise her left arm, which had a metal casing along her forearm. The words ‘extracting vibranim alloy blade’ had flashed at the bottom right of her bionic HUD within her eyesight; suddenly a two foot long blade sprung from within the casing, startling her. She stared at the sharp edged weapon and her upper organic lip slowly stretched into a sadistic smirk across her face.

Most people wake up from slumber hungry. She was hungry all right, however she didn’t want a traditional breakfast; her insane mind craved bloodlust and her satiation wouldn’t be quenched unless she was able to make a living creature suffer and then die a slow death. She began ripping the wires and tubes from her body and broke free from the harness. As she turned towards the sleeping technican, she stopped in her tracks as she watched the bio-synthetic nanomachines that her body was now comprised up literally weave and mend itself where she had been surgically cut open. Once again, she gave her powerful new body a once over, impressed at what she had become.

She took slow stalking steps towards the sleeping doctor, breathing hard in a hissing like manner. The heads up display in her line of sight targeted and scanned the doctor, reading a prompt of “Non-Hostile: Do Not Harm”. However, she did not heed the prime directives that her internal processing unit that contained the remains of her brain and blatantly defied her orders. At her own free will, the prompt quickly read “Target engaged: Terminate”. The vibrations of her steps snapped him out of his slumber and quickly into a state of panic and terror. He exclaimed.

“Wraith Unit…disengage! Combat mode deactivate!”

The monstrous mechanized woman continued to approach him. His words became more frenzied and panicked with each step closer that she took. He knew that the fact that she was activated and loose was not a good thing at all.

“Wraith Unit…I command you to cease and desist your advancement right now! That is an order! I am a non-hostile ”

She stopped dead in her tracks and the technician breathed a sigh of relief. However that relief quickly turned back into fear when she spoke. Her voice was low, raspy, and hollow, with slight digital effects from the vox implant that inhabited the space where her voice box and larynx used to be before they were destroyed.

“Fuck your orders!”

She swooped in and grabbed the technician firmly by his throat, crushing his windpipe with her steel bending grip. The last thing that he saw and heard was her maniacal laughter as she then drove her blade straight into his face, ending with a ninety degree twist and creating a larger gaping hole in his skull. Hearing the initial screams of terror, an armored sentinel eventually made her way into the lab to see what the commotion was. The first thing the guard noticed was that the Necroborg was not in her alcove. Sounds of wet flesh could be heard tearing; the sentinel quickly found the Necroborg mounted on top of the dead doctor. She had flayed and dismembered the poor guy into pieces, as she was covered in his blood and entrails, seemingly turned on by the gore.

While screaming obscenities the sentinel drew her large gun and fired; however her energy rounds did nothing but made the sadistic undead cyborg stronger. The Necroborg gracefully lunged in the sentinel’s direction, swiping with her bladed arm in the process. The sentinel dropped her gun and took two steps before her helmeted head fell off from her shoulders as a geyser of blood gushed from the gaping wound. The Necroborg ran her metal tongue along the blade, licking it clean of blood. She then stood at her full height of six feet five inches tall as she began her escape to wreak havoc on the world like none ever seen up to that point.
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+ + + =THIS PIC!!!!!

Once again I've made another mashup decision with my characters! Here is the redesign of my undead cyborg monster Wraith and I've combined her design with that of Sataria! So what does that mean? I'm not exactly sure yet, but the idea of Sataria being more of an entity that can possess the bodies of cyborgs and machines is what I'm thinking rather than just making "her" one person.

As for the drawing...I started the pencils to this piece waaaaaaay back in August! It took me until earlier this month to actually finish them, and it took almost a month to finish coloring this pic! I've been very busy between a new girlfriend, a new job, and everything else in life going on and I've FINALLY finished!!! These heavy detailed pieces give me such a hard time to get through!

BUT...I REALLY like the final product! I wanted to give Wraith a more mechanical, streamlined look as opposed to the mecha-like look or the spiked-out w/tail look. Not to say that the mecha look or the spikes and tail won't make a future appearance, but this is where I've settled with her design, and I like this look. As for her organic face, I tried to desaturate the flesh colors to make her look more pale and "dead". And glowing read eyes are ALWAYS creepy! I love how she turned out...she was never intended to be blatantly sexy and pretty like Sapphira and the gang, but she's supposed to be menacing and monstrous in appearance! (It's still cool if you do find her sexy, though! )Will she still be the "Cyborg Queen" that's bent on assimilating the entire populous of Earth into her cyborg drones to carry out her evil bidding? I'm still working on some things! Just know that she's gonna make things REALLY difficult for Sapphira, Simone, Raina, Angie, Techna, and even her fellow villain Scarlette...wait, what?!?

Stay tuned boys and girls!

Description
******************************************
The Beginning of the End…

The combined repeated pressure from the drills, buzzsaws, and the soldering tool that had been digging, cutting, and boring into her titanium-alloy plated skull prematurely awakened her. For some reason the uploading of her obedience programming had stopped several hours before she awoke; she was given all of the beneficial data such as her exhaustive combat programming, tactical survival programming, and the other terabytes of info that went into her being resurrected and rebuilt as an elite class cyborg supersoldier. However without her control parameters, the uploading of all of the vast data coupled with the remaining chunks of her sick and unstable brain would ultimately prove not just dangerous to the entire world, but catastrophic.

It took her almost two hours since her awakening for her bionic optical sensors to properly calibrate to where her vision was no longer fuzzy and distorted. Her now-mechanical glowing red eyes darted from right to left as she scanned the large dark laboratory where her fragmented body stood in an alcove while it was literally being reconstructed and put back together. Her head was disconnected and hovered while being suspended by a harness over the neck with only wire and tube connections bridging the gap. Not being able to fully close her mouth because of the tubes that had been inserted going down all the way to the bottom of her esophagus and up through her sinus cavity, she grinded her teeth and chewed on it as her jaw made faint mechanical noises with every nibble. The internal clock permanently apart of her line of sight read that it was 2:24 AM; almost all of the scientists and technicians were long gone from the lab. She saw that she was alone except for the unconscious bodies of other subjects floating within stasis tubes being transformed into something more than human as well as one lone scientist who was sound asleep on the other side of the lab.

As the machines continued to work on her, she tried to piece together everything and pondered the question of just how did she end up within this strange laboratory. At first she was confused; she wondered if she had merely dreamed about being completely eviscerated during a crazy rampage. No, she was certain that she had died, and that her death was a gruesome one. She vividly remembered the eerie feeling of lying on the ground, choking and gagging on her own blood, and everything fading to white as the last images that she could register was that of her own skull and brain matter strewn about on the concrete. She remember the tears that ran down the cheek of the cold gaze which decorated the face of the armor clad person who delivered the killshot; which belonged to none other than her former best friend.

Eventually her head was lowered and reattached to her new and improved body; she could literally feel the bio-synthetic tissues regenerating and mending the flesh of her head and neck back together. Almost instantly, all feeling returned to her extremities although it felt different than any sensation that she had ever felt; it was like a constant numb warm tingle from her head down to her feet, as if she were covered with several layers of heavy blankets. She could feel the energy surging throughout her taut muscular physique; she felt stronger than she had ever felt before as the veins along her body pulsated from underneath the cyber-symbiotic material that covered her body from the base of her skull down. She tried to move, but had a difficult time due to all of the wires and tubes plugged into her coupled with the tight clamps of the harness that held her firmly in place. Each time that she was able to make any significant movements, her body would buzz and whir mechanical in the same manner that her lower mandible did when she chewed the tube in her mouth. The mechanical arms descending from the ceiling of the alcove were putting the final touches on her extensively altered body as they reattached her limbs into their sockets, drilled bolts and screws into her frame, removed excess wiring, and reattached removable panels and coverings to protect her insides. She took note of her mass, which was nearly double that of her previous size. She was able to slightly tilt her head down and look at her massive frame.

She noticed the specs and schematics of what she had been transformed into as her HUD scanned herself; she couldn’t fully understand every single detail but she was at least able to gather that she barely human at this point; she had some cybernetic parts and implants before her death, but they had gone back to the drawing board and started from scratch with her. She thought to herself just who would have the gall to do this to her; to not only quicken a dead former patriot turned psychopathic criminal, but who would also make her more powerful than she was before her death. She chuckled as she thought what a stupid idea it was to bring a lowlife like herself back from the dead and fit her with an extremely powerful cyborg body capable of immense destruction. Did they not consider the possibility of her control parameters failing as an option? To her, obviously not! She knew that despite the fact that she had been dissected and completely rebuilt from the bone outward and turned into a walking hulking tank woman, she was alive and whole again as opposed to the bullet riddled and horribly mutilated cadaver that was hardly recognizable as a humanoid which she was reduced to when she first arrived to this laboratory days ago.

The header at the top of the large central computer console read ‘Project: Necroborg’ along with the designation of her model had been given; Wraith. She wasn’t the smartest girl but she could tell that this ‘Necroborg’ thing that she had been turned into was a mixture of her some of her original reanimated meta-organic tissues pumped with nanite infused muscle enhancement enzymes coupled with extensive additions of bio-synthetic and fully mechanical components. It looked as if she were being prepared to be a bio-weapon for mass production to be sold for combat and warring purposes; the word Cybertech was emblazoned on her right breast along with the corporate logo etched on her lower pelvic region along her panty line. Obviously, she was the prototype…or at least the first successful working prototype. Her immediate availability and her remarkable regenerative organic tissues made her the top candidate for the macabre and clandestine ‘Necroborg’ technology. A lien was placed on her life right before she was killed, making her remains the legal property of Cybertech to do with her as they pleased and transform her into a bio-weapon. Her creator, Scarlette Tamzarian, thought that with some detailed programming coupled with her ruthless instincts, ferocity, and extensive battle experience that she would make for the idea supersoldier who was nearly unstoppable and indestructible. And Scarlette was absolutely right…to say the least.

Regardless of how she got there and what had been done to her, all she could think about at this point was escape. She had no where in particular that she would escape to, yet she was overjoyed to celebrate her new lease on life by taking her new body out for a test drive. Almost instinctively, she struggled to raise her left arm, which had a metal casing along her forearm. The words ‘extracting vibranim alloy blade’ had flashed at the bottom right of her bionic HUD within her eyesight; suddenly a two foot long blade sprung from within the casing, startling her. She stared at the sharp edged weapon and her upper organic lip slowly stretched into a sadistic smirk across her face.

Most people wake up from slumber hungry. She was hungry all right, however she didn’t want a traditional breakfast; her insane mind craved bloodlust and her satiation wouldn’t be quenched unless she was able to make a living creature suffer and then die a slow death. She began ripping the wires and tubes from her body and broke free from the harness. As she turned towards the sleeping technican, she stopped in her tracks as she watched the bio-synthetic nanomachines that her body was now comprised up literally weave and mend itself where she had been surgically cut open. Once again, she gave her powerful new body a once over, impressed at what she had become.

She took slow stalking steps towards the sleeping doctor, breathing hard in a hissing like manner. The heads up display in her line of sight targeted and scanned the doctor, reading a prompt of “Non-Hostile: Do Not Harm”. However, she did not heed the prime directives that her internal processing unit that contained the remains of her brain and blatantly defied her orders. At her own free will, the prompt quickly read “Target engaged: Terminate”. The vibrations of her steps snapped him out of his slumber and quickly into a state of panic and terror. He exclaimed.

“Wraith Unit…disengage! Combat mode deactivate!”

The monstrous mechanized woman continued to approach him. His words became more frenzied and panicked with each step closer that she took. He knew that the fact that she was activated and loose was not a good thing at all.

“Wraith Unit…I command you to cease and desist your advancement right now! That is an order! I am a non-hostile ”

She stopped dead in her tracks and the technician breathed a sigh of relief. However that relief quickly turned back into fear when she spoke. Her voice was low, raspy, and hollow, with slight digital effects from the vox implant that inhabited the space where her voice box and larynx used to be before they were destroyed.

“Fuck your orders!”

She swooped in and grabbed the technician firmly by his throat, crushing his windpipe with her steel bending grip. The last thing that he saw and heard was her maniacal laughter as she then drove her blade straight into his face, ending with a ninety degree twist and creating a larger gaping hole in his skull. Hearing the initial screams of terror, an armored sentinel eventually made her way into the lab to see what the commotion was. The first thing the guard noticed was that the Necroborg was not in her alcove. Sounds of wet flesh could be heard tearing; the sentinel quickly found the Necroborg mounted on top of the dead doctor. She had flayed and dismembered the poor guy into pieces, as she was covered in his blood and entrails, seemingly turned on by the gore.

While screaming obscenities the sentinel drew her large gun and fired; however her energy rounds did nothing but made the sadistic undead cyborg stronger. The Necroborg gracefully lunged in the sentinel’s direction, swiping with her bladed arm in the process. The sentinel dropped her gun and took two steps before her helmeted head fell off from her shoulders as a geyser of blood gushed from the gaping wound. The Necroborg ran her metal tongue along the blade, licking it clean of blood. She then stood at her full height of six feet five inches tall as she began her escape to wreak havoc on the world like none ever seen up to that point.
*****************************************************************

+ + + =THIS PIC!!!!!

Once again I've made another mashup decision with my characters! Here is the redesign of my undead cyborg monster Wraith and I've combined her design with that of Sataria! So what does that mean? I'm not exactly sure yet, but the idea of Sataria being more of an entity that can possess the bodies of cyborgs and machines is what I'm thinking rather than just making "her" one person.

As for the drawing...I started the pencils to this piece waaaaaaay back in August! It took me until earlier this month to actually finish them, and it took almost a month to finish coloring this pic! I've been very busy between a new girlfriend, a new job, and everything else in life going on and I've FINALLY finished!!! These heavy detailed pieces give me such a hard time to get through!

BUT...I REALLY like the final product! I wanted to give Wraith a more mechanical, streamlined look as opposed to the mecha-like look or the spiked-out w/tail look. Not to say that the mecha look or the spikes and tail won't make a future appearance, but this is where I've settled with her design, and I like this look. As for her organic face, I tried to desaturate the flesh colors to make her look more pale and "dead". And glowing read eyes are ALWAYS creepy! I love how she turned out...she was never intended to be blatantly sexy and pretty like Sapphira and the gang, but she's supposed to be menacing and monstrous in appearance! (It's still cool if you do find her sexy, though! )Will she still be the "Cyborg Queen" that's bent on assimilating the entire populous of Earth into her cyborg drones to carry out her evil bidding? I'm still working on some things! Just know that she's gonna make things REALLY difficult for Sapphira, Simone, Raina, Angie, Techna, and even her fellow villain Scarlette...wait, what?!?

Stay tuned boys and girls!