CommieElsen

Project: Sitra Achra Main Facility, Springfield, MA

Bridget Carr anxiously looked at her stopwatch. The table she sat at looked like something from a dream; on one side, an attentive GOC officer. Flanking him was Saint Hedwig of the Angels, with more metal and silicon than flesh on her. Capping that end of the table was a officer of RAISA, his beard obviously trimmed for the occasion. On Bridget's side, there was Judith Low, Senior researcher and Division Employee of the month several months running, and finally a robed member of the Horizon Initiative's Tribunal.

After what had seemed like years, Bridget awoke from the half-sleeping motion of stirring her coffee as a buzzer rang. It was the secretary, an old lady who was both nice and painstakingly good at her job. "Two members of 004C, here for a presentation?"

"Room 303, third floor. Send em up." Bridget paced around the room with anticipation, folding though a leaflet of the procedures for 1160. After 3 minutes, a pair of augmented Maxwellists entered the conference room, with a large and overstuffed piece of luggage between them.

The shorter Maxwellist introduced himself as Compiler Jasper, a lock of silver hair curving though his otherwise amber head. The other one introduced themself as Builder-Moderator Tare, distinguishing themself with a bank of USB ports near their neck. The introductions went around the table.

"I'm sorry for our lateness, it's that WAN-dammed excuse for a railroad you have.", Tare introduced, a protruding German accent making clear their bias.

"All is forgiven", admitted a voice smoother than a person could make. Hedwig's fans betrayed her; spinning up loudly to cool the anxious thoughts running thru her head.

"Can we get this thing going, please?", said Carr, grabbing a laptop out of her backpack.

A long USB from the Builder's brain later, a projector snapped on. A TV show began to fade in as the table began watching.

BUMARO VERSUS THE FLESH

The animated adaption of the High Priest of Adytum stood next to a animated version of Orok, High Saint of War. "Today, we will CRUSH those insolent machines!" Ion was renamed to Zorthar; treading the veil but not breaking it; his voice in the show was harsh and very high-pitched- almost a sort of barking.

"H-how, my Lord?" Orok, renamed to Uilta's voice was deep but not threatening, obviously patterned to sound dumb.

"We will use our flesh to DESTROY those insolent machines! I will tear Greece to Shreds! Load the invasion fleet!"

The camera faded away from the floating island and cut to a temple, zooming in on a pair of people in Greek armor and a robed man. "Several Fleshcrafter Boats are coming for us!".

The animated rendition of Bumaro looked calmly at the warrior, and said "I will face him. Do not worry."

The TV cut to a shot of the sea. Standing at the prow of one of the boats, with sails made of skin and weaved out of bones, Ion looked at the harbor. The city had no name, but pretty obviously based on Greece. Uilta cracked his fists behind him as the first ships dropped their payload of Bone-Armored Warriors.

Bumaro sat and prayed quietly on the beach. Behind him, people watched from windows. Zorthar walked up to him, knocking him over. "So, Priest, why do you sit here? You should be preparing for DEATH!". Bumaro stood up, his robes flowing, as he looked Ion in the eyes. "You won't kill me, Ion. You couldn't bear the thought of not having anybody to chase after."

Ion cackled, getting Uilta to join in. "You fool! You overestimate your worth! Having more flesh to craft is fun, but when you are defeated, the world will fall!".

Bumaro looked around, moving a foot back from the waves. "No, it won't."

Zorthar, was obviously inflamed. "YES IT WILL, YOU INSOLENT BUFFOON." He screeched with obvious anger.

"The only thing falling is going to be you." Bumaro camly laughed and looked past ion, clearly in the sea was a gigantic machine leading mechanical boats.

"Why? What trick do you have up your sleeve!" Zorthar was taken aback by this,

Suddenly, behind them both, a Colossi walked up, smashing a boat and throwing it's armored members to the side. Holding on the side was an animated version of Saint Trunnion, her face toned down and in a glassy battle helmet, but with a smile tipped by diamonds.

"Time for the test of the Type 34, Mod.25!" Trunnion screamed a battle cry as the boats and warriors were thrown away from the harbor by the giant robot.

Zorthar had been last to go, running away and swimming to his Fortress island. "GO NOW ULITIA." With a groan, the island was off, Zorthar screamed one last Russian epitaph as he flew away.

Tare's USB retracted away from the sticker-clad laptop of Bridget, the projection disappearing. "In addition to a TV show that could probably be done better by people who aren't pressed for time on a garbage train, i have prepared samples of various merchandise that could be sold to turn this into a franchise!". Tare revealed a prototype Bumaro figure. "How do you like it?."

"Tare, Jasper, you can wait outside." Judith said. "This show- While not correct to history at all- is by far good to syndicate as part of the Ennui protocol. I vote Yay to forward to O5-4."

The other foundation researcher in the room took a moment to speak. "I'll have to agree with Low on this one. It's a bit over the top, and not at all correct, but it's definitely a way to turn the masses against the Sarkics, and no Memes is a plus. I vote Yay to forward to O5-4."

Hedwig's fans whirred up for a moment, but quieted down. "I vote Yay to forward to O5-4. It's simple, but it's enough for the moment."

The priest spoke up next, seeming to have just awoken. "I-I'll abstain for now."

GOC Major Fisher voted to abstain as well. "I don't know what the kids like anymore, i can't tell ya."

"The tiebreak falls to Agent Johnson. Do you choose to Forward this project to O5-4 for final approval." Judith sat patiently, running her hands together as she awaited the answer.

"With my division overseeing all production for unacceptable leakage, I vote Yay to send this to I5-4. I'll begin Release paperwork tomorrow. "

And so, after a short approval period by O5-4 and the sourcing of talent, Bumaro Vs The Flesh became an instant hit.