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Five years ago, Robotnik started making a special kind of robot - he called them Infiltrators. They had a faux fur covering and a Modem that connected them back to Robotnik and other Infiltrators through a Network. But most importantly of all, they had Fursonality simulators. They could react perfectly with and to other furries, infiltrate hideouts, transmit information, emulate emotions... they were the perfect spy.

But they became known as Sparks because of the huge number that malfunctioned - almost 40% went wrong within a couple of months of activation, and there was any number of ways they could malfunction. Some just broke down, but the majority 'lost their Modems'. Their Modems broke, and they were no longer connected to the network. And their Fursonality simulators and their knowledge of the furry they were simulating made them believe they were the real furries.

That wasn't the worst thing though - all Sparks were made from the information gathered from dead or captured and then dead Rebel's brains. And then they were set loose to bring down rebel groups. The Fursonality simulators ensured that mental anguish was guarranteed to those who had to destroy them.

Not long after the Sparks were invented and activated, Robotnik started replacing his lackeys with them. And then, for some reason, all the Sparks malfunctioned at once. They overthrew and killed Robotnik, and started killing every living furry. Robotnik's remaining slaves escaped and tried to warn other rebel groups, but they weren't trusted. Natch.

Sally Acorn had been captured in the first skirmish with Formed Sparks. Then she'd escaped. Only she hadn't escaped; it was a Spark that had replaced her. Knothole had been crazy to think that a robotic simulation of a personality could be a leader. Most of it had been wiped out in a single night after the Spark had formed. It hadn't been easy to identify the bodies, because Sparks took the bodies, though at a pinch the heads would do. That way it was harder to know who was Missing, who was Dead, who was Sparked, and who was a combination.

After that, the different sides hadn't been quite so hate-filled towards one another. They were allies in a war against robots, and so much had changed, names changing with them.

There were the Overlanders, who were the least numerous thanks to Robotnik's treachery. There were the Bad-X, made up mostly from loners and Robotnik's slaves, because you couldn't survive long on your own, and there were the Freedom Fighters, sticking to the past with a desperate sort of insistance that Sally was going to return from the dead. Finally, there were the Wireless Crew, who wanted all Sparks to be able to break free from the Network and live in peace with Furries.

That was five years ago...

~~~

This is now.

Bridget Loranski, aka Breech Loader, leant back against a wall with a soft sigh, one paw stroking the fur of a child lying in her arms. Occasionally she coughed a little. Some of what she coughed up was blood. John Miller, the unit medic, had said she had some sort of lung disease a couple of weeks ago, but without equipment or medicine, he couldn't treat it.

He was lying in the corner opposite hers now, suffering from a disease of his own. Lead poisoning.

'Skagga', the military zealot, was only recognisable because he was still wearing his uniform. His head had been stoved in, but his hand still clutched his old pump-action shotgun like it was a way out. Breech recalled that shotgun being pointed at her only a couple of says ago.

Gus, the veteran. Breech could only see a bruise on his jaw, but the wall he'd been thrown into had cracked and was splattered with his own blood, and there was a pool of it under him. His neck was probably broken.

And there were so many. Missie Calhoun. Her chest had been ripped open.

Curtis Farlis. It was a morbid sort of relief to see that his throat had been shot out.

Crash and Burn had walked out about a month ago together, and Breech's only remaining hope that they were still alive came from the knowledge that they hadn't just vanished.

Prower... Miles Prower... Breech had no idea. She didn't want to look too closely at the dead fox cubs' corpse for fear she'd be sick again, but she still held his limp hand.

She continued to stroke Keith Loranski's back gingerly. Suddenly, her whole body tightened up. Her hand had slipped too low, and she'd touched the open wound. Her fingers were sticky with his blood. The illusion was shattered. She remembered again how they'd struggled with the gun, and she wasn't sure who'd been trying to save who. Either way it hadn't worked.

"Oh, gods..." she whispered to the unhearing room, "I'm sorry, I'm so sorry... I failed you all..."

Suddenly, Keith's hand gripped hers, like a weak child at first, then he began to squeeze it, tighter and tighter. She gasped as metal claws began to dig into her hand. This was no miracle. This was the unit's treacherous Spark. It wasn't bleeding blood, it was bleeding sticky, white transmission fluid. It started to get up. Metal 'worms' began to work through its fur, destroying its outer flesh.

Breech managed to pull herself away from it with a horrified gasp, her fingers fumbling for her handgun as she aimed, shaking, at what had once been a perfect simulation of her only son. It had been ordered to Form into its true shape, which would take less than two minutes, and then it would deal with her, and take her corpse and the others for processing.

"Mom..." it managed, gulping up a mouthful of blood and transmission fluid, reaching out with hands that were now almost entirely metal, "Mom... I love... you... Please wake up..."

Breech felt a sob choke her throat, "Oh, no..." she moaned, unable to take her eyes off it, trying to dig her way into the wall with her shoulders. She struggled to her feet, snatching up Skagga's shotgun and using it to knock Keith back.

It hit the wall with a wail that almost shattered her heart, "Mom..." Keith pleaded, "What are you doing... You're hurting... me... What are you... doing?"

"Putting you down," Breech whispered. She fired three times rapidly, hitting the Spark in the CPU and watching as it slumped to the ground, its systems failing.

Then she sat down, put her head in her hands, and started to sob.

~~~
OoC: On Sparks

There are ten Rules you must follow if you want to be a Spark, a Wireless, a Furry or an Overlander in this RP.

1: Sparks NEVER tell anyone that they are a Spark. If you are playing a Spark, you don't have to tell anyone in your posts, you can act normally for your character, and absorb data and cause setbacks on the sly.
2: Sparks NEVER decide they have a grudge on another Spark and go on a revenge trip. They NEVER fall in love. They NEVER feel any desire to. Their Modem regulates their Fursonality so that they may simulate it perfectly and yet not get any adverse affects, such as a desire to spare lives.
3: Fully functioning Sparks know that they are Sparks.
4: Sparks bleed only superficially, but if wounded badly they will leak a white transmission fluid. The best way to 'kill' a Spark is by shooting out its Modem (in its chest), or its CPU (in its head).
5: A Spark that malfunctions is called a Wireless. Their Modems break down, and they believe absolutely that they are the life form that they are actually only simulating. They CANNOT be persuaded otherwise unless you do some serious damage to their internal systems and show them the metallic result. Anything goes for a Wireless, from revenge and spite to love and mercy.
6: A Wireless can only jack into the network manually, while a Spark is permanently transmitting data on what it sees, hears, smells and feels to High Command.
7: A Wireless will turn back into a Spark if its Modem starts working again. This can be triggered by jacking into the Network, becoming aware of robotness, or even jolts to the system. The only way to ensure against this is to either destroy the Wireless, or remove the Modem, which is so much trouble to go to that you might as well have destroyed it and saved yourself some time in the first place.
8: A Spark has the strength, skills and knowledge of its simulated Fursonality in order to avoid alarming Furries, until it Forms when it becomes super-powerful, and it must then return to High Command for a new skin if it is to resume spy duties.
9: A Spark's special features are infra-red vision, zoom, hypersensitive hearing and connection to the Network and other Sparks. They must be called up with the Modem. As a result, a Wireless cannot access them without the serious risk of ReSparking themselves.
10: Sparks CANNOT 'break free' of the Network. The only way they can gain their freedom is if their Modem breaks down for some reason, or is removed. If the Modem is removed, all special features are lost permanently.

And finally, I did NOT base 'Spark: Ressurrection' on 'Terminator 2'. I based them on 'Alien Ressurection' and 'I, Robot'.

I'd like a few people to want to join, before I really get going. If you've any questions, IM, PM, e-mail or post me. This RP is primarily about paranoia, survival in a post-apoleptic world, and deciding what truly makes a person alive. Oh, and stopping the Evil Robots from taking over the world.

OOC: Still here, just a little overwhelmed at the moment. I should be writing a big ol paper right now...>.>

OOC: I think we can revive this peeps, so lets give our selves a memory jogging round up of events and keep going ^^

Breech, having had most of her team anhilated by a Spark replicant of her own son, meets up with a band of servivers out side her now burning bace of operations. In despiration, they have agreed to head to the nearby bace of the Wireless crew, situated just outside the city limits.

Rayne has woken up atop a rather large building, after his convoy was attacked. He's met by Rico, who has gone vigalanty on everything 'evil', and who promptly drags the coon kit off in serch of Rayne's mother.

Meenwhile, James, the resident Cyborg, meets up with Breach's group. Reunian ocures, stories are switched yadda yadda yadda, james joins the main group and they press on toward the Wireless bace.

We now lern that Knucless has been aloud to excape from the Spark creation plant. What significance this has is still to be reveiled.

Somewhere, deep in the neverreragons of the city, Reni and her four yearold brother Alcor are trying to out run a spark reconstruction of Reni, with out much luck so far.

At this point, Rico and Rayne run into the main group. One rather nasty excange of words later and the full group continues onward toward the Wireless crew's base, Rico hopeing that Rayne's mom is at their destination so he can dump him and get on with his self inflicted 'Quest'.

*unsure of cronological order after this*

At this point Reni runs into the group, still tailed by the spark and holding her brother, the spark is promptly anihilated, prompting the arival of Lucas, an old aquaintance of Rico's.

The now 100% together group continue onward, only to run into Kevin, another 'old friend' of Ricks, who is promptly killed by his exlover. This prompts a masive argument between the group, very few siding with Rico's aparantly merdous crime. In his dieing moments, Kevin tells Rayne that he must try and 'save' rico, bring him back, though the kit is compleatly lost as to what this could meen.

However, that event soon takes back stage in Rayne's mind as the team stumble across the distroyed convoy of Station six, part of the Railroad that evacuated citisans from the city when the machean war began and Rayne's old home. Everyone on site is dead, including Rayne's sister, Sarah.
I belive the last event was an emotional cermitoral funeral, Vilote posted last about how Reni was trying to sheild her younger brother from the horrible sceen, expaining how she's barely let him go since the attack on Knothole.

Please tell me if this is any good, I'm not sure of the order of events or wether the funeral was the last event at all?

OOC: That seems about right. And sorry I vanished. a week and a half longer and I will be back in full. Hope nobody gets mad at me for resurecting dead topics....*bites lip*

YOU SUCK I CANT BELIEVE YOU JUST DID THAT.... just kidding glad to see your coming back.

This topic is more then a little dead, it has been passed the point of decomposition and is now spread across my guarden as fertiliser.
Unless Harly wants to reserect this, can everyone please leave it to rest in peace?

OoC: Technically I'd love to ressurect it, but what with most of the posts missing and it being dead so long, it'd probably be easier to start again in a different topic. And since I'm not sure how many people are prepared to do that.

So, I'd like to hear from the people who were in this RP want to start this story from the beginning and perhaps do it a different way. If they can be bothered, I don't mind starting again and maybe we can acquire new players while we're at it.

So post again if you don't mind starting this RP over. Thanks.

Frankly, I would if I could but I'm mostly focusing on school and such. I will try to be around more than I have been and if I can - I'd be glad to contribuate to "Spark" again.

Its your decision, Harl.

ooc: Well Rico's Rp just flat lined and Mikes is going no where in a hurry so I'm definatly game if we want to try again, but one thing first. Unless it is a prearanged plot point (ie, Breach-James relationship), everyone, incuding Rico and Frogs, should drop the pretences. Even if this kinda follows Endangered, can we all stop making judgments about charactors personalities based upon that Rp. If we do restart I'd profure it if most charactors were just meeting for the first time. Gets kinda complex (and irritating) when people randomly show up claming to be age old buddies with one of the main charactors, not realy knowing anything about the charactor they're suposedly 'ol'palls' with in IC or otherwise and thus constantly put their foot in it. Belive me I found that out with Myth in mikes last 'creature' Rp.

Still, as I said, I'd definatly be willing to give it a shot ^^,