Board Thread:Role Plays/@comment-25389303-20190127200805/@comment-27332019-20190513182731

Nobel listened closely and his interest was peaked when Arthur mentioned Diaboli and Smiler but he kept quiet listening to Helldrix. It made sense he remembers the old times it so well.

"Its such a small world isn't it?" The Doctor said "I was there in the tower a long time ago, Diaboli was pissed with the betrayal of Smiler I couldn't blame him though. I would feel the same."

He fixes the face mask still tied on him and said "That Freak Smiler is dead. No questions asked. Diaboli asked me to create a very potent drug to make sure he is put down. The psycho even threated to slit my wife's mouth ear to ear." He then said, "Rest assured we saw him fall down from the tower after getting injected hopefully to get devoured by the Grimm waiting below."

"Anyways I think during inspection of those bots that you recovered had Phosphorus burns or even allot of scorched marks from explosions or shrapnel." He said "Apologies for scrapping your bots. Those were probably worth allot.

Alexander sits down and told Helldrix "I read from my history books that Penal Battalions were used by the warring nations, Mostly as screening troops however they have low discipline and their life expectancy was lower than a normal soldier. I was never a fan of state-mandated violence like the Death Penalty and I really don't care."

Noble's tone shifts to a more colder and calculated one "However your results are fascinating and I think we can both gain something out of this. I have been doing some work in Augmentation and possible Transhuman experimentation well in the form of my armored suit called Hertzer."

Noble then passes Helldrix a scroll with the specifications of Hertzer and explained "I don't have the mechanical expertise like you, I find the controls to be frustrating at times. And the coding of the weapons to be a major headache however, you might be interested in the Life Support System I have implemented in it. Almost like a Super Soldier Program."

"However it's not perfect."

Alexander unbuttons his labcoat showing his scarred stomach, a hole approximately the size of a wrist watch that was directly above his kidney and his lower ribs appear to have a stapler like clamps holding his upper body together.

"I guess it worked abit...Too well." He then said "This is the price you will pay once you ever recreate it. You are so hard to kill they might as drop the moon on you. However, the Cocktails of Steroids and Hormones has damaged my Liver to the point that my life span is shorter than your average raging alcoholic. During a recent battle, I sustained damage to my ribs the suit pinned it in place and my breathing has been labored for some time now. The Suit will disregard all long term effects for the survival of the subject."

Alexander chuckles and says "If this keeps up I have a feeling my Testacles might actually shrink and I will become infertile or I can just suddenly collapse from a heart attack or stroke. But if I ever do I don't know what the suit might even do to me." He looks at Helldrix and tells him "But there is no pain I am willing to endure just to see my wife live again."

He buttons up his coat again and checks on Arthur and asks "You good back there? We will reach the estate in no time. Stay hydrated."