Is the perfect track to go with korpsXeans.

Cruel and wicked life How it hurts you deep inside Cold and vicious life How you wish to make it right

Like, this is the track that for sure goes with this depiction of them

A Korps story by me

Full story here: https://docs.google.com/document/d/1eCTT0afwS2BmEUvROY7LsiNZSrzdhhGxyfVQyg8UG_8/edit?usp=sharing

A knock-off Rose that wants to collapse the corporation that created it and build a new society in its ashes

A mad scientist possum who wants to prove his vision of the world right, even if that means upending and changing the entire world

A cyborg super-soldier doberman trying to regain a new sense of self after being a test subject of that aforementioned corporation

A little short story set in the Korps universe by KorpsPropaganda. Contains light descriptions of surgical processes.

LEV (Korps Adopt)

Meet "Lev", created by Kraken, creator of the Korps setting, and adopted from the Digital Villainy Summit charity auction. Lev awakened in a Korps base with no memories, just some mysterious implants and a tube-top that read either "80-LEV" or "VEL-08" in Korps cipher. Unfortunately, there was nobody there to explain things as the base was being rapidly evacuated amidst a Cape attack. After fending off a hero who decided to "punch first, ask questions never" Lev picked up some weapons the Korps left behind and be very uncooperative. And she'll need those weapons, because somethings else that got left behind are stirring in the bowels of the base that she's claimed as her home. Augmentations: - Prosthetic eye: Lev can interface with the remnants of the base's security systems through her prosthetic left eye. Can view camera feeds from anywhere with functional sensors and trigger automated defenses, but takes up part of her field of view. - Reinforced shoulder: Lev's right shoulder is reinforced with some sort of semi-metallic cords that give her a hell of a swing.

Some time ago it was an auto shop but it hadn't been used as one in years. It stood abandoned and those few who stepped inside were there only for brief shelter or to rummage around for anything of even slight value. Whatever it may have once been called, whoever owned it, even how well it had done as a business were details lost to time, faded even more than the paint and decals that would have once caught the eyes of passers-by. As the rest of the city developed and advanced a little place like this was left in the dust and only accumulated more and more over the years.

But one unassuming day just on the cusp of evening a lone figure stumbled into the garage, a possum dressed in a tattered lab coat and a dirty speedsuit both of which were stained red with dried blood around where his right arm would have joined at his shoulder. He leaned against a wall as he slowly lurched forwards with unsteady steps of his bare paws.

"Keep going, this place looks safe enough."

The voice called out to him. It was familiar, comforting, he had no idea where it was coming from but in his current state he couldn't make out much of anything. He just did as it said and went further into the building. With a great deal of fumbling about he managed to find his way into a back room and collapsed into an office chair. Now that he a moment to breathe and rest it all began to come back, starting with the flash. All-encompassing green along with heat, a strong enough word for it didn't exist. It was a sort of heat that pierced through him completely, that would have boiled his blood if it had lasted any longer.

"The generator. The plan hadn't worked out so you took matters into your own hands."

The possum looked down at his one remaining hand. It was this one that he had used to drag himself away. There were alarms, the ground had been shaking, people were running. Dragging wouldn't have been fast enough, how..? Wait. He was lifted. It was her.

"You told them to get out of there, but they came back for you. I instructed them on where to take you."

The room. He could remember laying on a table with robotic arms hanging over him. But then the memories faded again.

"It was difficult to figure everything out at first, especially with the condition you were in. There was no saving your arm, I had no choice but to amputate. I managed to install a hookup for a replacement but there wasn't any there that would match your physique. A poor replacement would only put your body under further stress."

He swallowed and then replied, "I installed you to the facility's systems mainframe. But you're with me right now. I don't remember picking you back up. You're in me right now, aren't you?"

There was a brief hesitation. "Yes. In your new central neural implant. The software in this was not designed to handle coordinating the sheet amount of implants I had to put into you."

He nodded and shifted into a more comfortable position. With his understanding of the situation now up to his liking he let a grin form across his lips. "So, guess the best thing to do from here is just recuperate for a bit. Might want to come up with a plan for a new arm while I'm at it. Gotta have a scheme ready when we all get back together."

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In another part of town a cat had been running for far longer than he's ever ran before and faster than he's ever been with no signs of slowing down. He was in too much of a flow to stop, scenery was blurring past him but he could somehow navigate every obstacle without fully processing that they were there. The only thing onlookers would see is electric sparks leaping off of surroundings and into a bright green blur that sped off into the distance as soon as it arrived.

All he could do was follow this speed as more and more energy welled up inside of him. As he approached a skyscraper he somehow knew he wasn't going to go around it, he needed to go up. Without breaking his stride he hit the wall of the building and began to run straight up along its surface. Upon reaching the led screen emblazoned with the company's logo all the electricity inside of it burst out and shot into the cat, turning the whole side of the building pitch black aside from his luminous green aura.

Freyja, the Digital Ascendant Callsign: Machina Power: Master Strategist, Mastermind, Digital Ghost Hands and Stabbers

Eldest Daughter of Crisis, Freyja in the past cast aside her flesh when her mother was killed. She became one with the buried ancheint digitel systems of their old homeworld, and hitched a ride with Crisis on a data fragment when he fell through the Multiverse to the Korps World. Here she got a Synth body, and works as a strategist, schemer, planner, and intel gatherer.