///SECURITY CLEARANCE: ALPHA/// ///INITIALIZE ACTIVATION/// ///WELCOME DR. MAGRO/// \\\DEAD METAL/// OOC Thread MAGRO Dr. Magro swiped his clearance card through the security lock and punched in his pass-code. The clear glass door swooshed open and Dr. Magro entered Lab Alpha, where the cyborgs were being tested on. Countless numbers of the Galactic Realm's greatest minds had labored here for years, innumerable failed test subjects, endless barrages from the higher-ups that if Magro didn't get results, they'd pull the plug. But those years had come through on this day. These cyborgs were the first not to immediately die upon activation. A small smile remained on his face the remaining walk to the briefing room. If only they could see him now, the man who designed cyborgs, the most powerful weapons in the galaxy. The testing was soon to be done with the first batch. They'd be funneled into the briefing room, where they would meet him and learn their new purpose. The scientists had made sure to give them enough time to think before meeting Dr. Magro, to ensure that they could adjust to their new systems. Dr. Magro, impatient as he is, had no choice but to wait in his briefing room. The briefing room was a wide box, the walls, floor and ceiling all white. In the center was a long table, with chairs along the rows and at the end of the table. The chair at the end was the average chair, for Dr. Magro to sit in. All the rest were tailored to all the new cyborgs that would soon meet him. Each one had their code-names tagged on the back. The Dead Guards were outside, Dead Metal's personal military force aside from the cyborgs. Their suits fully encased the bodies, their helmets all bearing a skull motif of a sort. Unlike the cyborgs, all the Dead Guards were human, each created specifically to protect Dead Metal. Dr. Magro sent a personal message to each of the cyborgs' chambers. Each one was a hologram of Dr. Magro when played. "Welcome, my creations! Welcome to a new life! A greater life! I'm sure your adjusting well, kids, cause in a few hours it's playtime! When you're all feeling well and good, I hope I can meet you in the briefing room, down the hall of the testing chambers. Your scientist will bring you there. See you soon, kiddos." JUDGEMENT "It's been hours, Doc. Can I go now?" he moaned. "Quiet, you've been complaining for hours." Dr Ivory was turned away from him, as she wrote down the rest of her report. "C'mon, please?" Judgement tried doing his puppy-dog eyes, but his suit couldn't really do that. The deep, synthetic voice didn't add to the cuteness effect either. "Benjamyn, be quiet or I'll-" she stopped mid-sentence as a Dead Guard knocked on the door. She unlocked it and let him in. He handed her a holo-message. She threw it to Judgement and he caught it midair. "Hand-eye coordination is good," she muttered to herself. Judgement activated the message. A green hologram emitted from the small, round device, displaying a young man with glasses. "Hey, Doc, where's the briefing room? This guy says I gotta meet him there." "I'll take you to him, Ben, as soon as I finish this report." "Fine," he said. If he could roll his eyes that's what he'd do. "And don't call me Ben." He was led to the briefing room, a wide, open room purely in white. The only object in the room was a long table, also in white, and a man sitting at the end. The same man from the hologram, Judgement presumed. He motioned towards one of the seats, which had his name on it. It was a perfect fit for him. No one else was here yet, so he decided to wait. He put his legs on the table, arms crossed behind his head. He expected something from the other man by now, but he just sat there with a mild expression on his face, as if what Judgement was doing wasn't even worth his time. He decided that it might get more interesting as the other cyborgs arrived.