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The dome light of the operating theatre lit up the table that Broly was strapped to. His eyes were closed as he probed the surrounding city with his senses. There was very little energy within the core of the city. Huge energy signatures presented themselves at the capital and to the north and south where the Pilot’s Union and Guild were located. The doctors and security staff had managed to wrangle the Saiyan long enough to implant a device onto his chest that brought him under their control. He retained free thought and some of his free will, but whatever they had attached to him was probing his mind with the subconscious desire to obey, which infuriated him. Broly had killed at least thirty security guards before they were able to sedate him. He was in the middle of wrecking his way through one of the secure facilities owned by Cytokine Industries when they caught him. He remembered nothing of his previous life, nor did he know why they had chosen to control him. He could do nothing but quietly obey whatever it was they wanted now.
The door to the operating theatre finally opened and a group of doctors escorted by security guards wearing power armor approached the table.
“Good evening, Broly. By now you’ve noticed that we’ve attached a device to your chest.”
The Saiyan didn’t move.
“That piece of tech we’ve implanted on you is a nano machine control apparatus. It compels you to obey whoever is programmed to be your handler. As a precaution, a series of nanobots originating from the device have linked up with your heart and lungs. If you attempt to remove it, it will kill you. I suggest you leave it in place for the time being.” The lead doctor said as he decoupled the straps keeping the Saiyan to the table.
Broly sat up, and swung his legs around and stood up.
“We have a job for someone with your talents. We’ve evaluated your considerable power and we have limited it for the time being using the device. You’ll be granted pieces of your power based on the situational needs of your job analyzed in real time and by command, if your charge should deem it necessary.”
Broly remained silent.
“You’re to protect a woman named Lillia Courte. She is a suspected descendant of this planets Arbiter, Ember Ramsey. Enemies of the company and thugs from the Guild would seek to capture her and kill her in the event she become a threat. We would like to gently guide her and keep an eye on her. You are to keep her safe from any harm that should come to her while our research is being conducted. Should we deem her no longer an asset you will be required to execute her on behalf of the company.” The doctor explained.
He held up a photo of the woman he was to protect. She was an attractive brunette woman.
“Miss Courte is currently studying for her master’s in history at one of our colleges downtown. She is currently being briefed about what to expect with you as her protector.”
Broly sighed and took the picture from the lead doctor. He eyed it closely before tossing it to the floor.
“Whatever you want, doctor.”
Why must I be compelled to obey? What is this…
Broly felt his temper grow, but he could do nothing. He dipped into his latent power and found that he had little available to him.
A security lead slid a photograph of Broly across the table to Miss Courte, who sat in an interview room within the college she was attending. She took the picture and examined it, looking at it and back to the man standing before her. She was super late for class, and this was only going to make things worse.
“You’ve told all of this to me before. I’m special and people are going to try and kill me. Do I really need this man so entwined in my life?” She asked, concerned.
“Yes, Miss Courte. We’ve given you a new residence. It is much larger with three bedrooms and two bathrooms. Broly will be staying with you. With his restraining device he poses no threat to you in any way. He will live with you, but you have nothing to fear. He is compelled to protect you.”
The man slid another paper across the table.
“This is a list of command phrases. Memorize them. If the need should arise, you’re capable of letting Broly tap into his power to protect you. Though I should warn you, it is safer to do this only in emergencies.”
Lillia nodded. “Of course, of course. Can I go now? I’m late for my history of war class.”
“Yes, Miss Courte. The school has been briefed on your situation. This includes all your teachers. Broly has been enrolled as a student. Of course, his grades will be managed by the company itself. One last thing. I cannot express this enough. You must not wander the city alone or without the company of Broly. While we don’t have any active threats on our radar, this doesn’t mean you’re completely safe.” The man continued.
“I get it. He poses no threat to me. He’s there for my protection. Don’t leave his side. I get it. If we’re done, I’m going to class.” She said in a huff.
Lillia gathered her things and left the room, headed down the hallway. She made it to her class and just like they had said, Broly was sitting in one of the seats with the other students. His presence was imposing compared to the other members of her class. They had seen fit to dress him in street clothes. There were several other new faces in the room as well, but she thought nothing of it and took her seat. The professor continued his lecture as she opened her notebook and turned to the appropriate page in her textbook.
The door to the operating theatre finally opened and a group of doctors escorted by security guards wearing power armor approached the table.
“Good evening, Broly. By now you’ve noticed that we’ve attached a device to your chest.”
The Saiyan didn’t move.
“That piece of tech we’ve implanted on you is a nano machine control apparatus. It compels you to obey whoever is programmed to be your handler. As a precaution, a series of nanobots originating from the device have linked up with your heart and lungs. If you attempt to remove it, it will kill you. I suggest you leave it in place for the time being.” The lead doctor said as he decoupled the straps keeping the Saiyan to the table.
Broly sat up, and swung his legs around and stood up.
“We have a job for someone with your talents. We’ve evaluated your considerable power and we have limited it for the time being using the device. You’ll be granted pieces of your power based on the situational needs of your job analyzed in real time and by command, if your charge should deem it necessary.”
Broly remained silent.
“You’re to protect a woman named Lillia Courte. She is a suspected descendant of this planets Arbiter, Ember Ramsey. Enemies of the company and thugs from the Guild would seek to capture her and kill her in the event she become a threat. We would like to gently guide her and keep an eye on her. You are to keep her safe from any harm that should come to her while our research is being conducted. Should we deem her no longer an asset you will be required to execute her on behalf of the company.” The doctor explained.
He held up a photo of the woman he was to protect. She was an attractive brunette woman.
“Miss Courte is currently studying for her master’s in history at one of our colleges downtown. She is currently being briefed about what to expect with you as her protector.”
Broly sighed and took the picture from the lead doctor. He eyed it closely before tossing it to the floor.
“Whatever you want, doctor.”
Why must I be compelled to obey? What is this…
Broly felt his temper grow, but he could do nothing. He dipped into his latent power and found that he had little available to him.
***
A security lead slid a photograph of Broly across the table to Miss Courte, who sat in an interview room within the college she was attending. She took the picture and examined it, looking at it and back to the man standing before her. She was super late for class, and this was only going to make things worse.
“You’ve told all of this to me before. I’m special and people are going to try and kill me. Do I really need this man so entwined in my life?” She asked, concerned.
“Yes, Miss Courte. We’ve given you a new residence. It is much larger with three bedrooms and two bathrooms. Broly will be staying with you. With his restraining device he poses no threat to you in any way. He will live with you, but you have nothing to fear. He is compelled to protect you.”
The man slid another paper across the table.
“This is a list of command phrases. Memorize them. If the need should arise, you’re capable of letting Broly tap into his power to protect you. Though I should warn you, it is safer to do this only in emergencies.”
Lillia nodded. “Of course, of course. Can I go now? I’m late for my history of war class.”
“Yes, Miss Courte. The school has been briefed on your situation. This includes all your teachers. Broly has been enrolled as a student. Of course, his grades will be managed by the company itself. One last thing. I cannot express this enough. You must not wander the city alone or without the company of Broly. While we don’t have any active threats on our radar, this doesn’t mean you’re completely safe.” The man continued.
“I get it. He poses no threat to me. He’s there for my protection. Don’t leave his side. I get it. If we’re done, I’m going to class.” She said in a huff.
Lillia gathered her things and left the room, headed down the hallway. She made it to her class and just like they had said, Broly was sitting in one of the seats with the other students. His presence was imposing compared to the other members of her class. They had seen fit to dress him in street clothes. There were several other new faces in the room as well, but she thought nothing of it and took her seat. The professor continued his lecture as she opened her notebook and turned to the appropriate page in her textbook.