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Two luscious and deadly assassins.
One deep sea ruin of a city.
And both can't share the same target.
Once upon a time, the deep seas city of Rapture was well lit and well maintained city. Dedicated to catering to the elite of the elite of the world and spearheaded research into genetic manipulation centuries ahead of the contemporary world.
ADAM, the miracle genetic manipulation compound granted the user great power, customized to the whim of the consumer.
Too bad it inevitably drove the users totally mad, warping their bodies with revolting cancer organs that provided them with what was made to appeal to vanity, turning them into hyper-violent drug addicts.
The subsequent civil wars and social/economic collapse driven by ADAM hunger and clashing egos reduced the city whos lights could be seen form the sky into a eroding ruin haunted by the screams of madness by the desperate locals stalking the salt water dripping halls looking for any little sister that could be harvested.
Expeditions to the city, armed or otherwise, were met with slaughter by the mutant inhabitants, but the promise of powerful genetic augmentation was too tempting for the powers around the world to ignore.
If you didn't have ADAM, someone else would.
Seeing that a large groups of invading armies are too easily noticed, her employer wanted to try sending only one, one to sneak in, steal a clutch of ADAM slug eggs and get out.
Dia Ruby, high priced ninja thief answered the call, the pay was fantastic and she had considerable need of it.
Three days of travel on boat and one on a submarine and she was there.
Intel gathered by sonar probes indicated that only one ASAM slug farm was more or less intact, minimal flooding still powered. It was assumed that there were still tanks full of slugs intact despite the passing of years.
Giving her all the maps, passcodes and copied keys gathered from previous expeditions and pertinent data provided my survivors of Rapture, Dia slid easily into the boarding torpedo, strapped herself down and she was launched.
She was in a cramped tube, out of her control, deep underwater and speeding toward a well known dangerous place in the world. She considered that this may have been a bad idea, but she could think about it for too much longer as the retractable clawed arms deployed and stopped the movement of the torpedo abruptly, clasping with diamond claws to the hull of the Olympus heights building to press its whirling drill nose in until it successfully bored into the ruined apartment of a former elite of Rapture.
The sensors confirmed that the room was pressurized with breathable air, Dia was glad, at least she didn't have to swim.
The release detonators exploded sending the drill nose flying to the far side of the room to imbed in the wall, Dia slid out of the tube and quickly hid herself in the nearest deepest and darkest shadow and just listened.
After long minutes she heard nothing but drips of the ill maintained building slowly taking on water, not sounds of alert to indicate she was discovered. Checking her provided map, she plotted a course toward the Slug farm.
Shutting down the holo-unit she darted into the halls, staying quiet and out of sight.
Minutes later, the other boarding torpedo hit.
Rapture was a full blown madhouse, full of screaming splicers, Dia observed the locals as they engaged in combat with a Big daddy desperate to find his little sister. The bowler hat clad splicers screamed everything between claiming the moon wanted to drink their brains to melon bread recipes.
She leaped easily from one roof top support beam to the next, slogged through knee deep water, and slitting only a few necks and she finally found the thick sealed doors leading to the Slug cultivation farm.
The interior of the slug farm was well maintained compared to the ruin of the city, no splicers seem to have entered the place before, given that it was very clean, and lacked desiccated bodies or anyone screaming lunacy into empty air.
Shes didn't just run through the halls and rooms, she avoided the slow moving and rather clunky looking androids, the bulky cameras were easy to avoid, they practically projected their cone of vision.
Following her provided maps she eventually found a wide room full of aquariums, there must have been forty tanks ten foot wide and tall on every side, and full of dead slugs.
She searched and searched until she found one tank that still teemed with living slugs.
Hearing the faint whistle of a kunai soar through the air, Dia flipped fast to the left just in time to dodge the deadly blade and allow it to embed in the floor panel.
Dia spun with her dual blades to face who threw the dart, it wasn't a local plasmid junkie mutant, but someone from the surface like her, and likewise a ninja.
Tight latex.
Big boobs.
Phat ass.
Face totally exposed.
Hair flowing free.
Yep, legit ninja thought Dia.
'So, are you here for some slugs?' Dia asked, already assuming that was the answer
'All you need to know is that I am The Killer Kunoichi, step aside or ill cut you down.' Ayane stated directly drawing her Fuma Kodachi ready for a fight.
Without hesitation, Dia spun, hit the sample extract button on the culture tank control panel, and spun in time to deflect a trio of thrown kunai just to lock blades with
the other ninja.
They traded quicksilver blows, blade to blade, neither giving the other a moment to hesitate. Either attack or defend with a rain of bladed projectiles or more hand-to-hand.
Dia delivered a quick side kick to Ayane's chest to knock her away, who recovered to back flip to evade a follow up slash of Dias blades and ran up the broad side of a tank full of dead slugs to turn and look down on her opponent.
With a loud ding, a glass and steel cylinder full of living squirming slugs rose from a collection port for retrieval, and the psychotic locals noticed the open doors leading to this new unmolested section of the city during the dual.
To crazy to know fear, they forced their way past the automated defenses and immediately began looting, spilling into the vat room with the combating ninjas.
'GORILLA SANDWICH!!!!!' screamed a trio pf tommy gun toting Splicers as they opened fire on Dia, who deflected each bullet before, with a poof of a smoke bomb teleportation, she was in between the trio and with expert stabs and slashes they collapsed dead.
With her enemy distracted as she was with the growing crowd of baying maniacs, Dia ran to the extracted sample container and turned to pick the best way out.
Ayane was pressured on all sides and as she slashed, kicked and dodged like flowing waters around monkey wrenches and despite her skill, her Fuma Kodachi didn't seem to cut a deep as usual and required more strength than usual.
She was told that there were gene-altering compounds that could make a persons skin like armor, so that's what she assumed was the issue. Out of the corner of her eye she seen the other ninja woman holding the cylinder of ADAM slugs, in the two seconds between blade strikes on she considered her options.
No time to get another sample for herself because of the pressing gang of degenerates, and if the other ninja got away she herself might not get paid.
Summoning her Ki, she unleashed the Art of the Raging Mountain God, the ninpo's initial shockwave pushed away the surprised junkies and when she slammed her fist down, the pressure burst their bodies, shattered every tank and cracked the viewports.
Dia was slammed against the wall, she turned mid-air to take the impact, but landed on her feet and kept running.
Ayane was right behind, she intended to tackle the other woman to the ground and drive her blades into her lungs from under her ribs but a tidal wave of sea water caught up to the both of them.
The torrent of freezing water split them apart on the outer hallway, one on the left and the other on the right.
Both gave each other a glance before Dia dashed off into the bowels of Rapture, container full of slugs.
Ayane rushed off the other direction, determined to catch up.
She made it back to the Welcome Pavilion, the extraction plan was to right a bathysphere out of Rapture to the lighthouse on the only island for 1000 miles, and from there, deliver the goods for the cash.
Too bad all but one of the spheres was in good enough shape to make the journey, Ayane stepped out from the vehicle and gave Dia an arrogant glare; 'No further, give me the tank or die.' She said flexing her grip on her dual blades.
Dia sighed, set down the tank and drew her own.; 'I have bills to pay, taxes and new lingerie to try on. No chance.'
They were instantly upon each other, Dia deflected explosive kunai, Ayane slid under a kick that would have crushed her jaw.
They darted about the docking station across every surface until they had clashed again, blade to blade with the price within arms reach of both of them.
Finally Ayane had an opening, with vicious strikes she lashed out with her blades across her enemies exposed neck, chest and arms.
She could be forgiven for her shock that Dia was unharmed.
Dias weapons worked like a charm, they were called Stealing the edge for good reason, the purple haired ninja's weapons edge was indeed stolen.
Kicking Ayane again, they separated and with the agility of years of training leaped off the walls toward each other.
Ayane was certain that with her full body weight behind her, she would be able to at least severely wound her enemy and finish her once she got the advantage.
But the advantage was on Dia's side, she twisted in mid air to evade Ayane's now harmless strike to decapitate her as she passed.
Dia landed on her feet while Ayane's body hit the floor before her head behind her.
The bathysphere docked with the lighthouse station, locked into place and Dia, tank of slugs in tow, stepped out. She was greeted by Weyland-yutani corporate troopers, they escorted the exhausted woman to the opulent yacht waiting by the shore.
On board she stood before a synthetic of the Bishop line. It carried itself like a man in charge, Dia set the container onto a delicate looking glass table, that had set upon it a suitcase of her money.
'Did you send another ninja down there?' I didn't need help, or competition.' she asked
'I know, but the odds of success doubled to 50% if we included her. At least one of you made it out. The transport is ready to take you back to the mainland if your ready to take your payment.
Dia popped open the case and satisfied with the millions within, closed it and left to the yacht's landing pad, she was ready for R n R and she felt a thrill of excitement as she thought about spending more time with her man to recover.
The Bishop android paid the human no mind as she left, he wasn't programmed to care about the other ninja mercenary either, both were expendable and only one needed to survive.
Looking down at the tank, squirming slugs within and what passed for satisfaction in his motherboard came over him, ordering the resident scientist to secure the prize in the prepared aquarium, he began to consider where the company would go from here.
Genetic engineering would not only be profitable, but accelerate plans revolving around the elusive xenomorphs to fruition. Handlers could be made immune to the beasts acid, and if the rumors were true, subdue them with lightning.
ADAM was no longer a Rapture exclusive, and given that competitor was a ruin at the bottom of the sea, the company was already well on the way to monopolize the gene-craft market.
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Two luscious and deadly assassins.
One deep sea ruin of a city.
And both can't share the same target.
Once upon a time, the deep seas city of Rapture was well lit and well maintained city. Dedicated to catering to the elite of the elite of the world and spearheaded research into genetic manipulation centuries ahead of the contemporary world.
ADAM, the miracle genetic manipulation compound granted the user great power, customized to the whim of the consumer.
Too bad it inevitably drove the users totally mad, warping their bodies with revolting cancer organs that provided them with what was made to appeal to vanity, turning them into hyper-violent drug addicts.
The subsequent civil wars and social/economic collapse driven by ADAM hunger and clashing egos reduced the city whos lights could be seen form the sky into a eroding ruin haunted by the screams of madness by the desperate locals stalking the salt water dripping halls looking for any little sister that could be harvested.
Expeditions to the city, armed or otherwise, were met with slaughter by the mutant inhabitants, but the promise of powerful genetic augmentation was too tempting for the powers around the world to ignore.
If you didn't have ADAM, someone else would.
Seeing that a large groups of invading armies are too easily noticed, her employer wanted to try sending only one, one to sneak in, steal a clutch of ADAM slug eggs and get out.
Dia Ruby, high priced ninja thief answered the call, the pay was fantastic and she had considerable need of it.
Three days of travel on boat and one on a submarine and she was there.
Intel gathered by sonar probes indicated that only one ASAM slug farm was more or less intact, minimal flooding still powered. It was assumed that there were still tanks full of slugs intact despite the passing of years.
Giving her all the maps, passcodes and copied keys gathered from previous expeditions and pertinent data provided my survivors of Rapture, Dia slid easily into the boarding torpedo, strapped herself down and she was launched.
She was in a cramped tube, out of her control, deep underwater and speeding toward a well known dangerous place in the world. She considered that this may have been a bad idea, but she could think about it for too much longer as the retractable clawed arms deployed and stopped the movement of the torpedo abruptly, clasping with diamond claws to the hull of the Olympus heights building to press its whirling drill nose in until it successfully bored into the ruined apartment of a former elite of Rapture.
The sensors confirmed that the room was pressurized with breathable air, Dia was glad, at least she didn't have to swim.
The release detonators exploded sending the drill nose flying to the far side of the room to imbed in the wall, Dia slid out of the tube and quickly hid herself in the nearest deepest and darkest shadow and just listened.
After long minutes she heard nothing but drips of the ill maintained building slowly taking on water, not sounds of alert to indicate she was discovered. Checking her provided map, she plotted a course toward the Slug farm.
Shutting down the holo-unit she darted into the halls, staying quiet and out of sight.
Minutes later, the other boarding torpedo hit.
Rapture was a full blown madhouse, full of screaming splicers, Dia observed the locals as they engaged in combat with a Big daddy desperate to find his little sister. The bowler hat clad splicers screamed everything between claiming the moon wanted to drink their brains to melon bread recipes.
She leaped easily from one roof top support beam to the next, slogged through knee deep water, and slitting only a few necks and she finally found the thick sealed doors leading to the Slug cultivation farm.
The interior of the slug farm was well maintained compared to the ruin of the city, no splicers seem to have entered the place before, given that it was very clean, and lacked desiccated bodies or anyone screaming lunacy into empty air.
Shes didn't just run through the halls and rooms, she avoided the slow moving and rather clunky looking androids, the bulky cameras were easy to avoid, they practically projected their cone of vision.
Following her provided maps she eventually found a wide room full of aquariums, there must have been forty tanks ten foot wide and tall on every side, and full of dead slugs.
She searched and searched until she found one tank that still teemed with living slugs.
Hearing the faint whistle of a kunai soar through the air, Dia flipped fast to the left just in time to dodge the deadly blade and allow it to embed in the floor panel.
Dia spun with her dual blades to face who threw the dart, it wasn't a local plasmid junkie mutant, but someone from the surface like her, and likewise a ninja.
Tight latex.
Big boobs.
Phat ass.
Face totally exposed.
Hair flowing free.
Yep, legit ninja thought Dia.
'So, are you here for some slugs?' Dia asked, already assuming that was the answer
'All you need to know is that I am The Killer Kunoichi, step aside or ill cut you down.' Ayane stated directly drawing her Fuma Kodachi ready for a fight.
Without hesitation, Dia spun, hit the sample extract button on the culture tank control panel, and spun in time to deflect a trio of thrown kunai just to lock blades with
the other ninja.
They traded quicksilver blows, blade to blade, neither giving the other a moment to hesitate. Either attack or defend with a rain of bladed projectiles or more hand-to-hand.
Dia delivered a quick side kick to Ayane's chest to knock her away, who recovered to back flip to evade a follow up slash of Dias blades and ran up the broad side of a tank full of dead slugs to turn and look down on her opponent.
With a loud ding, a glass and steel cylinder full of living squirming slugs rose from a collection port for retrieval, and the psychotic locals noticed the open doors leading to this new unmolested section of the city during the dual.
To crazy to know fear, they forced their way past the automated defenses and immediately began looting, spilling into the vat room with the combating ninjas.
'GORILLA SANDWICH!!!!!' screamed a trio pf tommy gun toting Splicers as they opened fire on Dia, who deflected each bullet before, with a poof of a smoke bomb teleportation, she was in between the trio and with expert stabs and slashes they collapsed dead.
With her enemy distracted as she was with the growing crowd of baying maniacs, Dia ran to the extracted sample container and turned to pick the best way out.
Ayane was pressured on all sides and as she slashed, kicked and dodged like flowing waters around monkey wrenches and despite her skill, her Fuma Kodachi didn't seem to cut a deep as usual and required more strength than usual.
She was told that there were gene-altering compounds that could make a persons skin like armor, so that's what she assumed was the issue. Out of the corner of her eye she seen the other ninja woman holding the cylinder of ADAM slugs, in the two seconds between blade strikes on she considered her options.
No time to get another sample for herself because of the pressing gang of degenerates, and if the other ninja got away she herself might not get paid.
Summoning her Ki, she unleashed the Art of the Raging Mountain God, the ninpo's initial shockwave pushed away the surprised junkies and when she slammed her fist down, the pressure burst their bodies, shattered every tank and cracked the viewports.
Dia was slammed against the wall, she turned mid-air to take the impact, but landed on her feet and kept running.
Ayane was right behind, she intended to tackle the other woman to the ground and drive her blades into her lungs from under her ribs but a tidal wave of sea water caught up to the both of them.
The torrent of freezing water split them apart on the outer hallway, one on the left and the other on the right.
Both gave each other a glance before Dia dashed off into the bowels of Rapture, container full of slugs.
Ayane rushed off the other direction, determined to catch up.
She made it back to the Welcome Pavilion, the extraction plan was to right a bathysphere out of Rapture to the lighthouse on the only island for 1000 miles, and from there, deliver the goods for the cash.
Too bad all but one of the spheres was in good enough shape to make the journey, Ayane stepped out from the vehicle and gave Dia an arrogant glare; 'No further, give me the tank or die.' She said flexing her grip on her dual blades.
Dia sighed, set down the tank and drew her own.; 'I have bills to pay, taxes and new lingerie to try on. No chance.'
They were instantly upon each other, Dia deflected explosive kunai, Ayane slid under a kick that would have crushed her jaw.
They darted about the docking station across every surface until they had clashed again, blade to blade with the price within arms reach of both of them.
Finally Ayane had an opening, with vicious strikes she lashed out with her blades across her enemies exposed neck, chest and arms.
She could be forgiven for her shock that Dia was unharmed.
Dias weapons worked like a charm, they were called Stealing the edge for good reason, the purple haired ninja's weapons edge was indeed stolen.
Kicking Ayane again, they separated and with the agility of years of training leaped off the walls toward each other.
Ayane was certain that with her full body weight behind her, she would be able to at least severely wound her enemy and finish her once she got the advantage.
But the advantage was on Dia's side, she twisted in mid air to evade Ayane's now harmless strike to decapitate her as she passed.
Dia landed on her feet while Ayane's body hit the floor before her head behind her.
The bathysphere docked with the lighthouse station, locked into place and Dia, tank of slugs in tow, stepped out. She was greeted by Weyland-yutani corporate troopers, they escorted the exhausted woman to the opulent yacht waiting by the shore.
On board she stood before a synthetic of the Bishop line. It carried itself like a man in charge, Dia set the container onto a delicate looking glass table, that had set upon it a suitcase of her money.
'Did you send another ninja down there?' I didn't need help, or competition.' she asked
'I know, but the odds of success doubled to 50% if we included her. At least one of you made it out. The transport is ready to take you back to the mainland if your ready to take your payment.
Dia popped open the case and satisfied with the millions within, closed it and left to the yacht's landing pad, she was ready for R n R and she felt a thrill of excitement as she thought about spending more time with her man to recover.
The Bishop android paid the human no mind as she left, he wasn't programmed to care about the other ninja mercenary either, both were expendable and only one needed to survive.
Looking down at the tank, squirming slugs within and what passed for satisfaction in his motherboard came over him, ordering the resident scientist to secure the prize in the prepared aquarium, he began to consider where the company would go from here.
Genetic engineering would not only be profitable, but accelerate plans revolving around the elusive xenomorphs to fruition. Handlers could be made immune to the beasts acid, and if the rumors were true, subdue them with lightning.
ADAM was no longer a Rapture exclusive, and given that competitor was a ruin at the bottom of the sea, the company was already well on the way to monopolize the gene-craft market.
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I definitely wouldn't mind seeing more of Dia Ruby...