GREAT story. Cinder was really interesting this week. I feel bad he was in this situation. He’s not really good but not really bad.
KI being a fighting game, a lot of people probably wouldn’t take the extended fiction as seriously either. Still, you guys have done a great job explaining the story so far. I’ll just have to fill in the gaps in my head. Thanks for the response.
idk why but this popped up in my head
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Cinder’s story was delayed a week because the guys at Microsoft hadn’t gone to see Deadpool yet.
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“Listen, ARI…can I call you ARI?”
“Alright, how about Miss ARIA?”
“What do you want to know, darlin’?”
The fanfics of the love couple of Cinder and ARIA begins here… ( ͡° ͜ʖ ͡°)
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Well that was certainly delightfully entertaining. 
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Now I’m seriously thinking about it. With Glacius, (who’s DNA was used to create Cinder) the ice or other earthy material used to create his armor, it would have to undergo a change on chemical or molecular level in order to bond with Glacius’ suit. So let’s assume for a minute that the technology Glacius uses is somehow biological in nature.
Using this technology, Ultratech creates a kind of “biomolten rock” made to bond to the human skeletal structure. The human body (Ben Ferris) is injected with a bone strengthening material (think Wolverine). This material ensures the bones are not incinerated or destroyed while protecting the brain. Ready to bond with the “biomolten” Ben Ferris steps into the containment suit.
The suit then scans and tightly forms onto the body before the bonding process starts. The suit is then penetrated in the back (where that giant hole thing is) and is injected with the biomolten material. The heat of the material instantly begins to reduce the body to just it’s skeletal structure. Ben would pretty much be incinerated alive in that suit.
If the bonding process is successful, the DNA in Ben’s skeletal structure (assuming it had not been burned away) begins to reform his body with the biological tissue in the biomolten compound. Eventually over the course of months, his new body is complete and he must go through therapy in order to learn to walk again, speak again and generally function.
In the case where the suit is pierced, a small amount of biomolten would leak out and then promptly harden over the breach. That would explain the stone plating.
Did I miss anything?
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Admittedly I like ow guys did this, tough I’d of much rather prefereed a written bio of it.
Still at least we know the conversation that went on between Ben and ARIA.
Nice theory, but I still don’t think it’s a suit…
great story…when is the book?
It’s said somewhere that it’s a suit (I’m pretty sure). I honestly can’t remember where.
Assuming you’re talking about my post, if I could get the job of writing for KI’s extended universe, I would do it in a heartbeat. No questions asked.
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I like the use of narrative here, we could’ve easily gotten a rather ordinary narrative telling of a story and ending as most stories go. This one along Fulgore’s story break that mold and add a unique touch. Great work guys!
Funny, this backstory actually made me like ARIA more than Cinder lol
Pfffft I saw that bad boy 2 weeks before it released. 
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THATS IT 
Killer Instinct needs too… HAS to be a movie i will make a thread or topic thing about this later (or someone else can expand on this) but really. The end of Season 3 i think there should be, the story is too good already. I will try my hardest to make it happen. 
Cinder is like Deadpool huh 
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I wish all these stories in Italian 
If they just decide to ask some italian around here to translate them correctly…
Ok, this is exactly how I like my KI backstories. Funny to read and with hidden layers.
The scene of Cinder in an Ultratech prison cell arguing with an Ultratech member, is the same Leigh Loveday wrote for the KI novel. Cinder trapped in a cell, being offered something he can’t refuse.
This new backstory follows the original extended one. Somebody has done their homework.
Back in the late 1990s, Rare writer extraordinaire, Leigh Loveday, was working on a Killer Instinct novel to further deepen the knowledge behind the characters featured in the franchise. A couple of previews were provided exclusively to an age-old, now non-existent website titled fighters.simplenet. I’ve posted below one of the aforementioned previews, this one focused solely on the development of Cinder and why he entered the Killer Instinct tournament.
Lowell’s pounding heart betrayed his attempts to keep a composed expression as he scurried through the Detention Block’s stark white corridors. He wasn’t looking forward to this encounter, but then again, he never did. The simple concept of cell 29’s occupant even existing was alarming enough without having to bear the brunt of his ungodly fury on a regular basis.
> And despite his halfhearted efforts to be more calm and calculating – ruthless, even – about his work, the doctor couldn’t find it within himself to blame captive 1162a for his permanent rage. Who wouldn’t feel the way he did? But at least now he had a chance of liberation, something which was as much of a relief to Lowell as he hoped it would be to 1162a himself – not only because it meant the doctor could play the bearer of good tidings for once, but because it would mean one less maniacal inmate to deal with and an appropriate reduction in stress.
> Right now, though, trepidation still roiled in Lowell’s mind, forcing a thin veneer of sweat through the pores of his face. He was only grateful that the other captive, the one ultimately responsible for this whole affair, was held in the main building rather than the Detention Block. He didn’t think a single structure could have taken the temperature conflicts.
> Cell 17… 19… already the intermittent bubbling roars could be heard drifting through the corridors like the curse of the unquiet dead. 21… 23… 25… Lowell paused, swallowed, mopped his brow and adjusted the clipboard under his arm. Just his luck – it sounded like the prisoner was having a particularly bad day. 27… a thunderous hissing boom like a volcano erupting rocked the ground under the doctor’s feet, but there was no turning back.
> Cell 29. The allegedly shockproof, heatproof metal door stood quivering in its frame. It was quiet now, but not for long. Lowell seized the opportunity before his nerve broke.
> “1162a, I have to t-talk to you,” he called out, shrinking back instinctively from the expected blast. But there was no response. After a few moments of increasing unease, the doctor called out again. “1162a? It’s n-not as if you can expect me to believe you’re n-not in there.”
> A low, guttural gurgle came from beyond the door, a twisted travesty of a chuckle.
> “I have to t-tell you,” Lowell pressed on, swallowing, “if you d-don’t listen to what I’ve got to say, it’s your loss m-more than anyone else’s.”
> He waited, rubbing at the sweat that trickled down the side of his nose. There was a lengthy silence as the thing in the cell apparently debated whether to comply with this or explode into violence once again. Eventually, to the backing of a faint but ominous simmering, he spoke.
> “Talk.”
> That voice with its rough-edged molten snarl always made the hairs on Lowell’s neck stand on end – but he was quick to follow up on this surprising respite.
> “Well, now, things are happening in the c-company. They’ve made another great discovery in the past few weeks. Intelligent life, it seems, from another p-planet… but that doesn’t mean it has good intentions. It’s lethal. A true killer -”
> “What the hell has this got to do with me, Lowell?” The smouldering sound from within sharpened as the occupant’s temper began to slip, his voice rising to a harsh bellow. “Don’t you think you’ve played enough games?”
> Wincing, Lowell retreated from the boiling wrath back to where the waves of heat didn’t buffet his face.
> “Really, 1162a, what I’m trying to offer you is a chance of f-freedom.”
> The silence that followed was broken only by the harrowing cries of the local captives. Lowell’s skin began to prickle as the tension rose. When the tenant of cell 29 spoke again, his voice was closer, more demonically pressing.
> “Tell me,” he hissed. “Get me out of this ■■■■■■■ zoo. I thought prison had taken me as low as I could get, but hell, I was wrong.”
> “Well, now you can g-get out and -”
> I’m warning you, Lowell. If you’re messing with me this time, there ain’t no walls that can keep me from finding you and your scientist friends” – the voice dripped with fiery scorn – “and roasting you alive.”
> The doctor struggled against the panic that this inevitable mental image stirred. “N-now, 1162a,” he babbled, “you can be sure that I’m n-not lying to you. This is a genuine chance to be free of Ultratech completely -”
> “So tell me HOW!”
> “- yes, yes of course.” The sweat oozed down Lowell’s face. “Of course, you have a side of the deal to f-fulfil too…”
> Again, the silence was ambiguous. The doctor blinked rapidly but soldiered on.
> “This… this alien they’ve f-found. We can’t keep it here. We can’t send it b-back, either, and it’s too dangerous to be let loose…”
> “Why don’t you use it for some of your nice harmless experiments?” came the acidly sarcastic response. “For the good of the public, naturally.”
> Lowell tried to ignore this, faltering for only a brief moment. “The, er, the media has become involved, and things aren’t quite as s-simple as they could have been. The public have to see that the b-beast is being given a fighting chance. The Director has c-come up with an idea.”
> “Oh, yes. I just bet he has.”
> “He wants to enter the alien into the t-tournament, but he also wants to make sure that it meets its m-match.”
> “I see,” the cell’s occupant rasped thoughtfully.
> “So, um, this is where you come in,” shrugged Lowell, feeling extremely relieved to be approaching the end of his business. “You’re the obvious choice. F-fire and ice, and all that. You enter the tournament under a c-codename, you beat Glacius, you go free. And if you don’t beat him, you w-won’t be worried about going free.”
> A slow hiss like that of steam escaping emanated from beyond the door. However, as Lowell had anticipated, the decision didn’t take long to make. Inside the cell, morphing fluidly and unconsciously from shape to fiery shape, the living inferno that had once been a man realised that he was being given no choice after all. He had to take the company up on their ‘offer’, regardless of his loathing for both them and everything they represented.
> It took no more than a handful of drawn-out seconds for the single vital word to be uttered.
> “Done.”
The nostalgic nitpickers Gentleman’s club approves of this story. 10/10.
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Instead of comics or extended fiction, how about focusing on what myself, @Jukesy1992 and others have said should’ve been worked on when they said “story mode” - cutscenes. Please don’t tell me that S2’s story mode was OK… in my personal opinion I didn’t like it, for pretty understandable reasons - large blocks of currently unreadable text that I and others in my position would have to get sighted help to read+images, no voice acting other than the narrator (when they had voice actors who could’ve recorded the lines etc…
Let’s just hope a little that these might be turned into unlockable extras or something down the line with voice acting/reading…
On topic though, interesting way of breaking the pattern once again and a new way of providing the content.
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