T-Squad Babylon

Chapter 1: Lowest in Babylon

Babylon.
A prison located beneath Neo Port, known to hold the most vile and depraved.

"And I'm in it." Darren sighed. His light brown face contorted into a frown.
After being sentenced to five lifetimes, Darren mostly sat in the corner for the last few days.

Eat, sleep, meditate. These were the only available activities to him. Hopelessness was destroying Darren's mind. Bring unable to see the people he cherished was soul crushing, he knew he could break out of the prison.

What's these tiled walls to the strength of someone in godhood.

With those thoughts came the idea of consequences.

Amber and his mother were both being held as hostages by Greed. Stealing his best friend's body wasn't enough, Greed stacked hatred against himself. His only safety was this cowardly tactic.

The only person who managed to get Darren to speak was the equally as mute Misery.

Urnungal was aware that the two were close. He tried asking if they were a couple, he was given the eyes of disdain.
The two of them were tied to the assassination of Joshua Kenny. Head researcher of the Greek Institute and President candidate for this upcoming election.

After those days of silence Urnungal finally spoke up.

"Even I can't meditate for so long without conversation."

Darren and Misery still didn't reply.

"At least lighten the mood would you." He walked about the blue tiles below.
Just eyeing the boring room before him was an annoyance.
"You two destroyed the best thing in here! Do you know how long I've saved up to have that hologram stored in the walls? Without it this place is basically solitary confinement."

When Squad Iota was created, Greed had intended to use them as a means to an end. This group has led many assassinations at the request of countless leaders across the human world. Promising prisoners would be sent here with the approved idea of being sent free.
Depending on the task the prisoners are assigned they are awarded points that can either get them whatever they wanted or minimize their sentence.
Through those missions only Urnungal, the previous leader, was the survivor. He had always been the leader until lately, no one really would survive to even be acquainted long enough.

"Now I have to save up more points to get it repaired."

Still no answer came, Urnungal sighed and went back to his corner.

*Ding*

The elevator's chime echoed throughout the room. Stepping into the room was a G.I. Bot.

"Incoming request for Squad Iota. There has been an uprising on floor 13, you are to deal with it using whatever force necessary."

"And why should we?" Darren glared, his dark pupils ready to devour the bot. "This place could be blown to high hell and I could care less."

"It seems you have not been briefed." The bot turned to him, it's expressionless face carried some sort of sarcasm. "Prisoners of Babylon are all given tasks depending on their location among the 100 floors, each task has reward points that can be used. With these points you can either make yourself comfortable or obtain your freedom."

"Freedom?!" Darren's eyes widened.

"Yes." Answered the bot. "Will you accept?"

"Might as well." Misery nudged Darren's shoulder. "We can have another chance of taking that bastard out."

"Yeah." Darren's fist tightened. "So, we just have to deal with a rebellion?"

"Correct." The robot extended his chrome arm inviting the three into the empty elevator. "On the way I will brief you of your mission."

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On the 13th floor of Babylon, an outbreak occurred. Prisoners roamed the now bloodstained halls, their frenzy knowing no end as violence charged them for four days.

In the eye of this storm was a man known for causing problems in the east Jact Fros. A known terrorist of the Rusi Empire who led a rebellion against the crown, he fled to the Great States, but was captured. Do to the tense relationship between the two continents, Neo Port's Babylon was decided to incarcerate Jact until his transfer to Rusi.

Jact knew that if he goes back to Rusi he would be killed. In order to stall time and find an escape route, Jact staged an uprising. Prisoners didn't care about his speech, just knowing that freedom would come to them was enough.

Jact had proven his worth by not only taking control of the 13th floor, he also used his mysterious power of ice that dispatched many bots and men who guarded these ferocious criminals.

---

After the explanation Urnungal spoke.

"So we just have to kill that Jact guy?" Urnungal's devious question came with a smile.

"All other lives can be snuffed except Jact."

"Why should the leader of the rebellion live?" Misery chimed in. "Usually I'd have them hanging from the wall with their intestines writing a warning."

"Usually I'd just mash their head in." Urnungal shivered. "I hate all that extra corpse desecration stuff."

"Rusi wants to deal with Jact publicly." The bot answered.

"Probably trying to stop all ideas of rebellion in the future." Darren concluded.

*Ding*

Three pairs of eyes focused on the elevator opening. Chrome doors gave way, a dark hall extended forward.

"I can't see anything." Urnungal was the first to step out and compliment the absence of any light source. He covered his nose as a stench unlike any other came.

"Jact had his men cut electricity in some areas of the 13th floor." Light came from the Bot's face, it dispersed about them.

Empty jail cells, a collection of robot bodies and people were on the floor. Dried blood and oil brought a symphony as they mixed together on the ground.

"You sure we should leave that guy alive?" Urnungal turned to the bot. "This should at least get him the death sentence here."

"You heard the bot." Misery began to walk ahead.

"It's dark." Urnungal warned.

"I'm always in the dark." Misery pointed at her grey eyes. She began to skip ahead, her laughter bouncing back and forth along the empty halls.

Screens surrounded Jact, these were all connected to the cameras all about the 13th floor. He knew his revolt would gather some kind of attention, what Jact didn't expect was to see other prisoners in orange jumpsuits and a G. I. Bot.

"They can't be serious." He scratched his snow like hair. "I expected more guards, well it doesn't matter." A smile came to his pale face. "That robot got a have some kind of key for the elevator, unlike those useless guards." His hand clutched an amulet around his neck. "One step at a time, mother. I will reclaim Rusi for our family's sake. That fraud of a emperor won't sit on that throne for too long."