EverE Industries

[Cinder42]

Victoria's paws pattered across the cold concrete floor in time with the bell-like clang of her single mechanical limb as it hit the ground. She carried a file tightly in her fangs, careful not to let a single page of the document fall out. It was from the engineers down at the shrapnel heap, and given where she was instructed to taken it, she didnt want to take any chances of less than perfection. She trotted to a stop, trying to be as quite as.possible.as.if she wouldn't heard and punished just for stopping to loudly. The heavy wooden door loomed before her, dark with a glossy finish.It was both beautiful and intimidating, standing like a beacon of claws and wealth in the dingy rust pit of the surrounding factory. She took a deep breath and focused on the shiny brass mail slot in the middle. She lifted the file carefully and slid it in, jerking back as if it was ripped from her grasp. It slipped innocently through and the little metal door clicked closed. Victoria's heart was racing, but her curiousity was peaked. No one had ever looked in the CEO's office, no one knew what it looked like. Tentatively, she took a step forward, raising her muzzle to the mail slot. She pushed the tiny flap, just peering into the dimly lit room, she saw a heavy oak desk, walls lined with bookshelves and-

She leapt back like she's been shocked, her heart beating out of her chest again. The flap slammed shut violently, hiding the dark, menacing eyes behind. Victoria was in shock for a moment before she turned clumsily amd scrambled off in a panic.

[Angder]

Pick up the unit, twist the top cylinder, stick it in the machine, take it out the machine, put it back on the conveyer belt.

Angder scratched uncomfortably at his identification collar, they had put it on too tight, and he felt like it was suffocating him! Nothing he could do about it though, any adjusting just made it worse... He continued to work, and tried to ignore it.

Pick up the unit, twist the top cylinder, stick it in the machine, take it out the machine,  put it back on the conveyer belt.

He glanced around absentmindedly, further down the production line he could see 59 struggling to do his task, his mechanical hand was jammed shut again, he had a real name, but he did not know it... Not anymore. Angder had only been here a month, and still did not truly understand how this place worked, but he knew that 59 was in serious trouble... He would have to talk to him about it when he had the chance... if he had the chance.

 Pick up the unit, twist the top...

he paused, this one was a dud, the second cylinder was lopsided! he looked up from it, alarmed. The correct procedure was to put it to the side, but this was the third dud this week. handing this in would be a death sentence for someone further up...

He took the object, and hid it under his workstation, they would probably notice the missing piece further down, but working out where it happened would be difficult... or at least that was the theory... He then got back to work, praying that he would not be found out...

[Ryan Naismith]

Another boring day...
when Barrett was bored, he often found his thoughts wandering. He wondered if any of this was even legal.
probably not...
but hey, they paid him well. really well. and it wouldn't be any of his business, if the outside government came down on this place. That is, if they were even allowed to. really big corporations such as this tended to have a senator or two in their pocket. Maybe even the president.
but hey, that's none of my business. my business is order. well, their version of order.
His earpiece crackled to life, shaking him from his thoughts
"uh... we have a 10-66 near your 10-20, officer 065. Investigate and 11-40. how copy, over?"
"Good copy; 10-4. will respond."
He shook his head, thumbing off the safety of his rifle, rushing to where he was needed. apparently some worker was poking his(or her) head where she shouldn't, and barrett, with all of his tactical gear, assault rifle, and general loudness of voice. enough to freeze most workers in their tracks.
Some four footed thing was poking it's head where it shouldn't be. Barrett hated those. They found it because the corporation constantly monitored all of it's workers. which made his job a thousand times easier. 
"ON THE GROUND!" he screamed, rifle ready, legs spread wide in a defensive posture "PAWS UP FRONT, JAW CLAMPED SHUT! NOW!"

[Cinder42]

Oh damn.....
Victoria skidded to a stop as she heard the booming voice, her metal claws kick in up a couple sparks against the ground. She turned around slowly to face it, gulping nervously. She almost opened her mouth to defend herself but quickly shut it, remembering the results of such attempts by other workers in the past. It sent a chill through her veins.

She took a deep breath, lowering herself slowly onto the groumd and holding out her empty paw and claw. She let out a whimper of fear, want in to explain herself. Try to justify her actions. Anything to get her out of this. The only problem was that in the eyes of the factory she had no good reason. No justification. All she could do was look up at the guard feebly, waiting to see what he would do to her.

She wouldnt be shot and killed just for this right? Right!?

[Ryan Naismith]

Barrett grunted, throwing a small, glowing wire forward, and onto the deplorable thing standing in front of him. It immediately grew several times its original size with a loud, booming 'schlorp', encapsulating the thing in a ball of glowing blue energy.
What he had just thrown was a MK.2 tangle field. If the affected person tries to move, they will not only find it extremely painful, but also move extremely slow. Law enforcement agencies use a much more expensive MK.3 tangle field, which doesn't have the lasting effect of convulsions, nausea, dizziness, and confusion. The MK.2's side effects lasted several hours, whereas the MK.3's lasted just a few short minutes, and were much less present.
but hey, whatever saves them a buck.

Barrett scanned his surrounding briefly, keying on his radio"uh... this is 065. 10-97, and suspect  10-102. Awaiting instructions."

[Jacob Hail]

Jacobs breaths were slow and paced, his legs making a steady stride as he ran along the catwalks overlooking the main floor. Running properly and maintaining stamina was important, because this factory allowed no time for fatigue, and he had already learned the consequences long ago for being late. And when it came to delivering messages and items to guards Jacob knew he would have to make it quick or be harrassed. His nails clicked along the metal grates as he turned a corner, his destination just ahead. Composed of concrete and steel, guard station 2 sat above the assembly floor like a harbinger of horror, reminding the workers below that they were always being watched. And that bad things would happen if they messed up. The grayfox stopped at the sold steel door and banged on it, stepping back as it opened.

Down below on the factory floor Andrew quickly got to work on a machine. Something in it had jammed, causing the gears and mechanisms inside it to stress until they broke and blew out the side. Three workers were filled with shrapnel and hauled off, becoming new test subjects for the "doctors" in the med clinic. God help those poor souls. Andrew quickly pushed the thought from his head and focused on the task at hand, grabbing a screw driver from his bag and jamming it into a bent panal.

[Angder]

Angder kept his head down, he could hear things echoing around the factory, an explosion, someone being forced to the ground, try not to think about them, just keep working.

He almost reached for the dud unit... but stopped himself. if it had fallen onto the floor, or been found. He would know. just keep doing your work... keep working as if nothing was wrong...

Pick up the unit, twist the top cylinder, stick it in the machine, take it out the machine, put it back on the conveyer belt.

That was all there was to do... nothing to see here...

[Cinder42]

Dark eyes narrowed, giving off a soft golden glow through their slits. Fem whatched through the heavily tinted windows, taking a brief moment to look up frim her paperwork amd assess what was happening. It wasnt unusuol for there to be a lot of noise around here, hell, around the begining of her promotion, full out riots happened almost daily. Luckily, she 'd put a stop to those quickly. She had debated weather or not to report the snooping runner outside to the guards, it was a minor offense after all. Every new comer was curious. This indeviduol was not however new. She had been here long enough to become a tester, she should know better. Now she whatched, rather bored, as the foolish pup was pinned to the ground by one of her guards. She sighed, hearing an explosion go off from somehwere out on the floor.

Another one......

"An engineer had better be on that by now...." she growled under her breath.

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Victoria tried to shallow her breathing, knowing that even too deep of a breath could set the field off. She stared at the guard and waited.

[Jacob Hail]

A guard glared at Jacob from the door, an annoyed look on his face as if the fox had disrupted something important. He quickly held out the package he carried, a plain square box with a file on top, which the guard pulled from his paws before slamming the door in his face. That seemed to be the normal reaction when dealing with people who had names instead of numbers, but it was better then getting cursed at or harrassed like the assembly workers.

No.

He corrected himself.

Not workers, but slaves.

With a sigh, the fox turned around and sprinted back down the cat walks, the rest of his delivery schedule playing over and over through his mind.

Engineering parts room, anodizing, hydraulics testing, med clinic: bay 5. Engineering parts room, anodizing, hydraulics testing, med clin...

His thoughts were  cut off as the sound yelling reached his ears, movment flashing in the corner of his eye that caused him to hesitate and stop. Self preservation gave way to curiosity and he looked, a grimace creasing Jacobs muzzle as he veiwed the scene. A guard had someone trapped inside one of their fields, a runner that the fox recognized. What she did or how bad she could of **censor** up in front of the CEOs office made him scared for her, but even if he could help, doing so would be a near death sentance for both of them. So as to not draw attention to himself, he continued on his way, trying to push the horrors of this place out of his mind.

The machine was an absolute mess inside. A sea of twisted metal and broken parts made up what was left of the gear box, jaggaed metal jutting out were the explotion ripped through the side that leaked oil down to form a black pool on the floor.  Andrew didnt know how they expected him to fix this, the machine was basically as good as scrap and next to unstable. But with a heavy sigh he continued anyway. The shark started out by gutting the inside, then did his best to salvage the back which held the gear pins. The flame of his welder hissed to life, sending out sparks as he placed it to the gnarled metal that bounced across his goggles.

"Damn it DAMN IT!" He growled, realizing it was not going to fix the problem. The factory would not be happy, and he regreated what he would have to do next, but he got up, collected his tools, and made his way to the Cheif Engineers office.

[Ryan Naismith]

"command!" He almost growled into his headset, quickly adding on a "sorry..."
The guard chief had been very suspicious of his guards recently; any hint of anger towards the command troops had resulted in some of them being "fired".
One of his friends, jason was his name, yelled at the guard chief, and the next day, he was gone.
He could have sworn he saw a worker that looked very much like him. but with a soldered shut jaw, and a sullen look in his eyes. more so than most of the other workers, if that was even possible.
"Command, what are my orders?"
"sorry about that 065. orders are to let the thing go. The side effects should be a good enough punishment."
He nodded. He had been in a capture field once; they had 'tested' a mk.3 stasis field on him... It was not fun.
he shook his head. He almost felt bad for the thing. but he couldn't do that. if he did that, if he humanized them, his job would become impossible. He would have  feelings for them. He would give them leniency. and then he would end up like Jason he nearly shuddered at the thought.
He pressed a button on the side of his plate carrier vest, and the field suddenly, and anti-climatically fizzed out. it was there one second, and gone the next, the only proof that it had ever happened was a small ring of metallic dust around the offending thing, and the terrible feelings she must be getting.
"sorry." he whispered to it, pulling it back up roughly. then, he stood back up, kicked it hard enough to look good, but not so hard as to hurt it permanently, in one of its fleshier parts.
"NOW GET BACK TO WORK!"

[Cinder42]

Victoria's vision was fuzzy, and her ears rang. The ground lurched at her as her shaking legs buckled and then cought themselves as she tried to avoid throwing up. Food in this place was far too rare and valuable to waste like that. When the guard kicked her she yelped instinctively, thought in reality it barely registered amidst the rest of her symptoms, and she clumsily tried to run off, only her artificial leg really working properly.

She shook her head, trying to remember her delivery scheduol in the midst of her fuzzy thoughts. She struggled unsteadily to the runner bunks, a steamy, cramped, concrete room full of bunk beds and the few possessions some of the runners had. She made her way over to the far wall, supporting herself on the beds as she went. A large bullpen boarding there, displaying the orders for each runner in a jumbled mess. It was all pretty obsolete actuolly considering how often a runner was usuolly stoppednalong their routs by engineers and such with new orders.

The red, mechanical eye focused easily on the image before her, scanning the messy scripts, most crumpled, torn, and smeared with oil and dirt. Her natural eye struggled to keep up with it's adoptive counterpart, swimming in and out of focus making her even more nauseous. She had a delivery to the infirmary but there was no way in hell that she would be doing that in her current condition, so she just settled for a very new job posted haphazardly on the top.  Charred and greasy, it looked pretty bad wherever it came from. "Explosion, sector 8, urgent parts." There were more specific details bit she couldn't be bothered with it then. She simplynscooped up an empty pack on her way out and went off in the direction of the supply room.

[Angder]

Angder continued his work for some time, the shift was almost at an end in fact when he noticed the tiger standing right behind him, one of the guards.

He paused his work, and perked his ears up, first mistake. The tiger saw this and immediately grabbed the back of his collar.
"Pausing work? Are you nervous about something? Or do you just enjoy wasting time?"
Angder stammered slightly "You... You were standing right behi-"
The Tiger pulled on the collar and then let go, Angder yelped as he fell backwards onto the floor, the tiger then crouched down next to him. "Feeling guilty? did something wrong did we?"
"N... No... I just thought-" Angder tried to get up, but the tiger pushed him down with one paw.
"Well you paused your work! so you did something wrong!" The tiger examined the wolf in front of him, and noted the number on its collar
"So... 54? do you enjoy your job here?"
"wha... what?"
"you know that if you have done something wrong... well, there are worse things than death for those such as you..."
Angder tried to hide his fear, but could not help but tense up "But... But... I haven't done anything..."
The tiger Grinned seemed to examine Angder carefully, The tiger flicked the side of Angder's muzzle, causing him to flinch, after a long pause, the tiger got to his feet and looked to the side at someone Angder could not see, "It was not him" He stated simply, "It was someone further up" The tiger glanced back down at Angder and smirked "In case I am wrong though..." The Tiger kicked Angder in the leg, hard, Angder yelped again, above him, he could see a pair of medics watching eagerly, so he tried to hide the pain he was in. The Tiger smirked when he realized what Angder was doing.   "Worse things than death" He whispered, just loud enough for Angder to hear. and then he walked further up, watching each worker carefully, picking his next target.

As the tiger moved away, Angder climbed to his feet, he was badly shaken, but neither his back or his leg were seriously injured. He moved over to his seat, trying to hide his limp, and returned to work, despite the fact he was shaking, some part of him was... excited? He had fooled the guard, he HAD done something wrong, and yet the tiger had missed it! He smiled to himself at that thought. He risked a glance upwards, the medics were no longer intrested in him, he could finally relax, he had gotten away with just a couple of bruises, bruises he would have ended up with anyway he had no doubt.

A few minutes later, the shift ended, Angder got up and moved to get fed with the rest of the workers. There was a time when this part of the day was nightmarish, but now it was the only thing Angder looked forward to in the day, and his only chance to talk with the other workers, and it was one of only two chances to eat...

[Angder]

Duernab walked away snarling, he glanced back at the production line. an object was missing off the line, he went looking for it and what did he find? NOTHING! not a damn trace! doubtless HE would get the blame.

On the plus side, he was off duty now. He glanced up at the catwalks, a pair of medics gave him the thumbs up, he waved back at them. a lot of their work was created by his actions, and they appreciated it. He felt no guilt at all for the actions he committed. after all, someone was going to rough up some workers, may as well be him...

Moving away, he wondered what to do with himself. then he noticed a familiar sight. "Barrett! you old puppy dog!" He said, mockingly "I heard over the radio you actually got one for a change, so what did you do to this one?" Duernab slouched against the wall next to Barrett, an idiotic grin on his face.

[Jacob Hail]

Andrew walked up to the cheif engineer's office, a grimy wooden door stained by dirt and out before him. He reached a hand out, hesitating for a moment before rapping it against the foor a few times.

"Come in." A gruff voice called from inside.

Letting out a deep breath, the shark opened the door. The office was quite small, just barley big enough not to be considered a walk in closet. Rusty filing cabinets lined the walls, some popped open with schmatics and papers hanging out of them, almost spewing onto the dust covered floor. In the middle of the room behind a beaten desk sat a black wolf, a cigarette smouldering between his lips.

"What is it?" The chief said, only taking a quick glance up at intruding worker before returning his eyes to the papers on his desk. "If you got that press fixed you really shouldnt be coming to me." He grumbled.

Andrew paused, trying to get his thoughts together before answering. "That machine is basically scrap, the explosion shreaded the gearbox. All the gear pins are bent and half the firewall is missing. The other half looks like swiss cheese." The chief engineer just stared at him like he was stupid, raising an eyebrow and saying "Well? Go **censor** fix it."

The shark grinded his teeth, getting angry at the response. "I told you, there IS NO fixing it!" But as soon as the words came out he realized what he had done. Faster then Andrew could react, the wolf reached over the desk and grabbed his ID collar, pulling him inward and almost chocking him.

"You have NEVER caused me problems 104 so dont you start that shit now! You are going to fix that **censor** machine or ill get the guards to break your **censor** legs and send you to the medical clinic! Understand?!"

The smell of tobacco and tar rushed Andrews nose with each word and almost cuased him to gag, but he managed to nod. "Good." The chief engineer said, releasing his collar and basically throwing him backwards. "Now get back to work! And if you ever raise your voice at me again I WILL make sure you stay in the clinic until you are nothing but metal!"

Quickly scurrying out of the office, he walked back through the factory over to the machine, still as he had left it. He ran into a close call, and swore at himself for not controlling his anger.

[Ryan Naismith]

Barrett's lip curled in an angry scowl as he heard duernab call his name. He hated duernab. He was actually one of the few whom he hoped got 'fired', and he wouldnt wish that fate on hitler.
Instead of remarking on the obvious oxymoron that he had.just said, barrett had simply leaned back onto the grimy wall behind him, shaking his head and letting out an exasperstes sigh, hopefully telling him that he was not interested in talking to him.