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Dying is Relieving(Hellsing OC)

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Daniel14541 said:
Again why would he have an extra chip? Its a fully tested piece of tech that was doing it job.
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Personally I think because people In this forum like being paranoid, and the fact that it's more dramatic than simply having the Major not caring or thinking a more simple plan for dealing with the SI like going after Seras or sending a squad to deal with him.
 
Tarantio said:
Personally I think because people In this forum like being paranoid, and the fact that it's more dramatic than simply having the Major not caring or thinking a more simple plan for dealing with the SI like going after Seras or sending a squad to deal with him.
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Its not very realistic though. He has been underplaying his ability and intellect just so he could do this, at least that is my impression from the writing.
 
Daniel14541 said:
Again why would he have an extra chip? Its a fully tested piece of tech that was doing it job.
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They didn't know what kind of power(s) would he develop from the Eldritch Abomination, so put it in as an extra insurance. And now they can spy on Hellsing.

But we won't know if there is one until the end anyway, so it doesn't matter now.

I still wonder why he was never questioned more in the beginning.
 
daimahou said:
They didn't know what kind of power(s) would he develop from the Eldritch Abomination, so put it in as an extra insurance. And now they can spy on Hellsing.

But we won't know if there is one until the end anyway, so it doesn't matter now.

I still wonder why he was never questioned more in the beginning.
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Except that was explicitely countered by the GM saying they simply reinforced the chip once they knew his power. That's it. No extra's just reinforced the chip.
 
As I was saying realistically its daimahou paranoias at work and the reinforced chip plus the Cat-boy plus kidnapping or threat to kill Seras was deemed enough.
Or, as I think It's more likely, the Major simply doesn't care, because the SI collection of vampires and cavies accelerated his vampire production to the point that he think even Hellsing knowing wouldn't stop his plan.
 
They don't need to put a second chip in him, if they put one in Police Girl.

I find his escape too easy as well. I also question how, exactly, this guy is supposed to have infiltrated Hellsing without a major act to show he was trustworthy, especially since the Major would know that he was a known Nazi vampire. How do you do that without having him seem to break all ties?

The fact that they sent him off without a plan, that Alucard was waiting for him when he got off the plan, that the bomb was NOT in his brain as he expected, says to me that they have some tricks up their sleeves in order to keep him under their thumb for awhile. This guy is a valuable asset, but they tossed him like cheep canon fodder unto what should have been a suicide mission? While I accept that they have no issue having him die to further their plans the way they went about it doesn't sound right to me. I think these guys are smarter than that.

On another note, an alternative way of infiltrating would have been having the story wait until Serra was turned into a vamp and then he could use his connection to her to pump her for information.
 
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I think putting a chip in the brain would be both obvious and impractical, the brain is a delicate instrument and the skull doesn't waste space, a chip there would be a massive brain-damage risk. Lung I can believe, it was probably sandwiched in-between his ribs. It isn't that unreasonable to expect them to only install a single chip. Especially if they don't know that he knows about it. In the sheer majority of cases it would work perfectly fine and giving everyone two chips would be both overkill and ridiculously excessive.

I'm guessing this thing got kicked off by Seras being turned and recruited by Hellsing. Millennium gets curious when his pet human becomes the fledgling of Alucard (They likely had her under surveillance or something), prompting the suicide mission. Hellsing does a background check on Seras, comes up with the Private Jaime thing and talks to her about it, resulting in them getting curious as well and why he wasn't instantly killed by Alucard when he showed up.
 
I imagine Alucard must find Private's obvious fear of him to be quite refreshing compared to how most vampires react to him.

If this Alucard has even a small smidgen of Abridged Alucard in him then this'll be very entertaining.
 
MrCogmor said:
I think putting a chip in the brain would be both obvious and impractical, the brain is a delicate instrument and the skull doesn't waste space, a chip there would be a massive brain-damage risk. Lung I can believe, it was probably sandwiched in-between his ribs. It isn't that unreasonable to expect them to only install a single chip. Especially if they don't know that he knows about it. In the sheer majority of cases it would work perfectly fine and giving everyone two chips would be both overkill and ridiculously excessive.

I'm guessing this thing got kicked off by Seras being turned and recruited by Hellsing. Millennium gets curious when his pet human becomes the fledgling of Alucard (They likely had her under surveillance or something), prompting the suicide mission. Hellsing does a background check on Seras, comes up with the Private Jaime thing and talks to her about it, resulting in them getting curious as well and why he wasn't instantly killed by Alucard when he showed up.
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Do note that currently, we're just a couple months away from canon.
 
Chapter 11-- Why can't I have good things?​
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Crawling.

Left hand to the floor, dragging my body, which soon followed by my right hand, dragging me across to my short destination. My body was wrecked in pain, only realizing it once I began to move. Apparently, shot by blessed bullets, and cut by—what I thought—a blessed knife, is not the same thing with being cut and shot by a normal weapon.

For one, it fucked up your regeneration, no matter how fucked up mine currently already was, and for two, it was fucking painful. Every shot and every cut was like having an iron seared against your skin, and a serrated fork stabbed repeatedly to your salted wounds until it was medium rare.

My legs felt like it had been crushed through a tractor, followed by a lawnmower. My chest, though the pain around my heart and lungs, doubled still in pain, and considering the amount of bullets that got in, I wasn't surprised.

I didn't know what the hell the purpose was of Schrodinger doing this, trying to kill me yet not trying to kill me in the same time, but if it's to make me into the saddest piece of dead orphan in the sinkhole. Well, he succeeded, thank you very much.

I finally reached my destination, my right hand raised up until it was on the cot's bed, and soon followed by my left. I ignored the pain as I heaved myself up, hissing and cursing as I did so, before I finally laid myself on the soft, comfortable cot.

I let out a deep breath I didn't know I was holding. The pain was still there, burning and searing like the damned gerbils in Europe. I let out a chuckle. People probably haven't realized that it was the damn gerbils, and not the damn rats.

I risked a glance at the room, and really looked for the first time. I stifled a groan. "Gods, Integra is going to kill me for this..." I muttered, shaking my head, and quickly regretting it as the small graze on my neck acted out like an emotional woman.

I sighed once more, staring up at the slightly swords-riddled ceiling, miraculously not hitting the lights. What are the Millennia up to? Was the question that popped up first from mind. Really, what were they planning?

They wanted me dead, that much was clear, and they could. But they didn't. I could probably destroy the mansion if I wanted to, and so could Schrodinger. He had access to my pocket for fuck sake! And yet he didn't abuse any of it.

There was a game that the Major was playing, I knew; a very, very dangerous game of long-planning and ambitions. Except I didn't know what it was that he's playing.

I gritted my teeth. "Come on, Private, think. Just what are you missing...?" My eyes widened.

It dawned onto me like tentacle porn out of slapping my cheeks from a sushi restaurant. How that made sense, I didn't know, but it was somewhat fitting for some reason.
"Seras is with Alucard. And Integra. Where the hell is Integra? Where the hell are the guards?"

An explosion quickly answered my question like my obedient pet potato.

And it wasn't a normal explosion, either. It was a damned large explosion, and it shook the fucking headquarter.

Now, imagine the Headquarter. It's probably bigger than your seven generations sum of salary, bigger than your mother-in-law's mouth, and definitely more expensive than the amount plastic surgery your ugly wife had used on herself. It was the biggest building I had seen in my life, bigger than most castles. Not the securest, if the Valentines' invasion was any sign, but it was still more secure than most building in the country.

And the explosion shook the fucking building. I was on the, probably, top floor, but I still could feel it reverberating on my body. If I was back in my world, the explosion would probably managed to make my grandmother to buckle up, and vomited her last three years breakfast, plus her innards.

Thankfully, the Headquarter didn't collapse.

Not so thankfully, however, the explosion managed to shake the premise. And I was in the damn premise, still in pain thanks to the blessed cuts, and thanks to my emotional regeneration ability.

I gritted me teeth. "Fucking shit fucking Nazi. Why can't I have nice things for my own self?" I shouted sarcastically to myself.

"Because you're a traitor, Pri—"

A claymore found itself jammed to the head of the suddenly appearing cat boy; destroying his head to bits and chunks of flesh, staining the floor with his blood as he fell backward, before he vanished to somewhere else.

I snorted, sending a glare of the spot he 'died' before I forced myself standing from the cot. Every movement caused my wounds to act out like my Father's belt, but I ignored it, just like I always had. My teeth gritted against each other as I stood wobbly, repeating the same mantras I had used when I was small.

Endure. There is no pain. The pain is a lie. Pain is only there because you believed it's there. Ignore.

I closed my eyes, before opening them again, my red eyes cold and sharp as a familiar Nazi outfit replaced my previous clothes, before I made my way to the door. Enduring and ignoring every searing iron on my skin and internal organs as I did so.

Seven corpses lay dead on the floor, their face frozen in a soundless scream, and body parts strewn about like a bad case of Halloween, probably cut by a sharp knife. They were wearing the standard Hellsing uniform, or at least I assumed it was, considering they weren't wearing Nazi armor and stuffs.

A long sword came into my right hand as I walked through them; severing their heads off their torsos as I did so. Integra won't probably be happy about it, wherever she was, but I wasn't going to take a chance. Besides, I was doing them a service.

Predictably, more corpses were strewn as I turned to a right in the corridor, all of them bearing the same ways of death, and I did the same thing with the seven before as I walked through them.

I was hoping that I took the right way, which was paying rather quickly as I found a stair heading down, and I increased my pace as I heard a storms of bullets being shot from downstairs. Well, three stories below, the ground level, to be more precise.

Three stories later, and the bullet storms had not ended. What the hell was happening, I hadn't the faintest of idea. Though the screaming of terror and obscenity gave some inclination of what it was about.

Naturally, like any smart man, I followed the screaming voice of deaths. Taking a turn left as I reached the end of the corridor, and there it was, standing in front of me, in the fucking narrow corridor, was Jan and Luke Valentine, with their hordes of heavily armored ghouls behind them.

They smirked; a larger one appeared on Jane's face as he leaned to his side cockily, leering on me. "Well, lookie here, if it ain't the little bitch," he mocked, mimicking some wild suggestive gesture. "Licking the big bitch's crotch now that you're tired of ours?"

I scoffed; a cold smile on my face, devoid of any pain. "You're assuming that I was sucking yours to begin with." I made a tsking sound, shaking my head slightly. "See, I have something I would like to call standards, and common sense. Not like you piece of lowlife shit. I wouldn't doubt myself you got yourself a thousand STDs, and probably it's already shriveled to a little onion."

His smirk turned to a sneer as he stood from his leaning. "Rich stuffs coming from a little bitch's mouth," His gun-free gun raised to the air, a grin appeared on his face as he snapped his finger. "Shoot 'im boys. Boss wants 'im dead, I'm sure."

And shoot the ghouls did; bullets and bullets of silver spitting out from their rifle's mouth like a mother-in-law's mouth. I grinned back, and before the bullets could hit me, thousands of blades, hammers, and spears struck them like a white racist police to a black man.

The brother's eyes widened in surprise, before they quickly dodged the barrage of objects. Luke used his super speed, dodging one sword from another. Not so lucky on Jan though, as even though he tried, his arms were shredded away.

The ghouls on the back? Well, let's just say, considering the velocity the objects were in, they were crushed in the goriest my possible.

I ended my barrage all the ghouls were dead. Jan leaning his shoulder to the wall, armless and snarling at me, but Luke didn't even break a sweat. Surprised? Sure; but having a hard time? Not so much.

He glared at me, his blue eyes flashed into red as his condescending scowl, turned into a condescending smile, mixed with some kind of smug. He turned to his brother, paused, then at me, a familiar dagger in his hand.

Jan growled; face screwed like a bad case of constipation as he tried to not to scream. I tilted my head as I smirked; a dagger appeared on my hand, twirling it around my fingers. "I heard there's a new fetish blooming up in the town," I offered, rare humor in my voice. "Something about being a cripple, I don't know. But I think they'll pay greatly for you, even if you're a piece of donkey shit."

I flicked my dagger as Jan opened his mouth, probably trying to retort, scream, curse, or the mixed combination of the aforementioned. Needless to say, he didn't have much to say before he found himself impaled with my dagger.

Something that wasn't stopped by Luke, even though I knew he could.

I raised an eyebrow at him in amusement. "That pretty much says something about your personality, you know?" I shook my head in faux surprise. "It's rather a surprise that you're even in Millennia to begin with."

He snorted; a smirk on his lips as he gripped tighter on his dagger. "Says the traitor,"

I shrugged as ten swords appeared between my fingers, I saw him tensed, ready to strike. "I think you're only a traitor when you're loyal to begin with. Which I was not, mind you..."

I trailed, blinking in surprise as gunshots were fired from behind. Luke's behind, to be specific. Luke whirled around, leaving him with his back.

But that wasn't what I was concentrating on, but rather, on the red coated bastard walking calmly like he owned the place—which, technically, it was—, his Cassul casually gripped by his right hand, while on his left shoulder.

Were carrying an unconscious Seras, clothed in her police uniform, and stained with... someone's blood. I really, really hoped that she was unconscious.

"Oh?" Alucard said, stopping in the middle, staring at the grave of swords I had created with a look akin to appreciation. "Did I miss something while I was gone? There were some dogs, and ghouls back there."

Luke straightened, and though I couldn't see his face, I could imagine his smug smile as he faced at the crimson fucker—who was ignoring him and instead looking at me with a raised eyebrow— and my blood boiled as his eyes trailed to the... unconscious Seras.

I cleared my throat before Luke could say shit. "Nazis invaded the premise. I don't know where the hell Integra is, but the black one," I nodded to Jan's corpse with a smile. He looked like a twisted Unicorn. "Wanted to do bad things to her, but got Unified in return, while the British-Wannabe here," I nodded to Luke, who bristled slightly. "Wants to do god knows what. But I'd better be careful, what with the way he's looking at you."

He finally regarded the British-Wannabe in front of him, in a way not unlike one would to a dead cat in the middle of a street. "I see," he muttered, a grin stretched across his face. "Thank you, Private."

I smiled, nodding at him. "You're welcome, Mast—"I blinked. What the fuck?!—"I mean Alucard."

By the grin on his smug face, he noticed it to as well, before he suddenly lifted Seras from his shoulder, to grabbing her on the scruff of her suit, before throwing her at me. "Catch."

My eyes widened. I cursed the unconscious Seras sailed through the corridor. She was thankfully ignored by Luke as I jumped and caught the sailing Seras on to my arms. I glared at Alucard as I shifted Seras into a more comfortable position. She was cold, almost dead, but still alive.

And probably wasn't human anymore.

Alucard gave me a grin, giving me a wave. "Do leave me. I'll deal with this bug,"

I sighed, shrugged, and headed upstairs into the infirmary.

In the background, I could hear Luke speaking something I tuned out, followed a banter from Alucard, some shooting here and there, followed by a shout, and a scream by the British Wannabe, before all was quiet.

It was by the time I'd arrived to the infirmary, laying Seras down to one of the clean cot, that I heard the screams had ended.

I sighed, pulling out a chair from my pocket, before I leaned against them. "Well, at least she's safe..." I muttered, staring at Seras' peaceful, if sweating face.
 
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Well, that could've gone better.

Man, Walter is going to wish Alucard had left one of the Brothers alive, because he ain't cleaning all that shit up on his own.
 
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