Syndicate of Ideological Alteration: Eden

Lamentations · **Tips:** 0.00 INK by **Lamentations** on Mon Aug 03, 2009 2:55 pm

System Arateum II
-Within the confines of Eden

Eden. Home to the many entities that served under the one ruler of Akuma himself.

Vast endless corridors, sprawled throughout the large vast spaces of the flying fortress itself. Within the halls of the large fortress, were the many glossy cream doors; the doors that housed the manufactured broken creatures that were still within the production phase. Printed on each door were roman numerals, and behind each number was another abomination. Eden had become the harvesting grounds in which the production of the mass weapons of destruction would take place.

Echoing through the large maze of materials and metal walls brought about the voice of Eden. A cacophony of machines sawing through bone and metal, scientists and doctors communing with each other and the gut-wrenching screams of blood choked patients could be heard from various work stations through out the center complex. Those few who were lucky enough to survive their battery of trials and tests were left in darkened rooms, alone. Even with Eden appearing to be such a nice and grand place on the outside, the inside was hell and all else opposite. Those who remained silent, were so after being rendered comatose while others simply lay still, dead. Others who were not so fortunate to rest took to their own demented practices. Some would scream wildly, throwing their own bodies and limbs against their door and walls. Some would wait patiently for the chance to liberate their demons with the sacrifice of one unlucky enough to enter their cold chambers. What each and every one of them had in common however, was the aura that bleed through the secured cages. A madness so strong that it poured out from the shuttered ports and the locked doors. The sickness that reeked of death, leaving only the bitter, copper taste of blood.

These were the atrocious beings that were subject to experimentation, and assimilation. The purpose of Eden itself. E N I G M A.

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The solid black church shoes clapped against the solid metal floors of the expansive hall facility urgently. The owner of these steps belongs to a rather dashing, and tall athletic male figure. Hidden amongst something that seemed to be black robes, and a tribal white stripe to further decorate his wear. Solid black attire that he always wore, on top of his creamy wrinkle free skin. All topped off with his jet black traditional hat that made his attire perfect. The name of this figure was well known by all who participated in this project, and all that were within the S.I.A corporation. He was someone you always knew, and never forgot. He was of a significant importance to many operations and plans that made him legend amongst those who were of the S.I.A

Law

The clicking stopped as Law came face to face with a dead end. Not a dead end, but somewhere in which he was told to not enter under any circumstances unless completely necessary. He stared at the door blankly. Peering from beneath his his hat and overlooking the door and its properties. His first instinct told him to tear the bitch down, and get things over with. The reason was, this door was so sacred, that only certain people were capable of opening the door. It had no handle, or no method of opening. The only thing he could do was bring the bitch down, and be done with things. However he couldn't help but wonder if what he wished for would backfire and have drastic results. Such as what was on the other side of one of the 10 sacred doors in this prison.

This was the least protected out of them all, and he had to knock out 8 guards before he made his way here. He was indeed disobeying orders, but Law could care less. Law was the type of man to seek his own ambitions and goals, despite superiors desires. Law had always been that type of man, even before Project Orion occurred, resulting in his more or less, gift.

Spinning on his heel he faced the opposite way of the door now. He was scheduled for a briefing in the Grand Lagoon conference room, and he wasn't the type of man to be late. He grinded his teeth together as he paused for a moment. Still thinking about the door some, he dismissed it from his mind, and made his way down the corridor. It was time to meet with the controller of death himself. The one who twisted minds, and spilled blood at his leisure. The man that ran everything, and his loyal subordinates that followed right under him.

"...Oh Saken.....Saaaakeeeeen"

Saken · **Tips:** 0.00 INK by **Saken** on Mon Aug 03, 2009 3:10 pm

"Saakeeen...Saken.."

A single twitch of a sleek, black-fur covered ear had the girl's head rising upwards, fixating somewhere within the distance as the nose, the echoing of her Master's calling was reverberating through her head. Mismatched eyes slowly cleared, the glaze that had settled over the glossy orbs lifting with several blinks of long-lashed eyes. Paw-Hands rested upon the stone floors, and her back arched, chest to the ground and rump, with a sleek tail twitching lazily through the air behind her, waved about.

Pad. Pad. Pad.

The soft sound of her hand paws hitting the ground, the rough pads of her fingers brushing a crossed the ground as she trotted forward only to have her mismatched orbs of silver and green fixated upon Law. "Massster.." The world left her lips in the form of a half purr, her head craning upwards, seeking his hand, the delicate pressure of his palm over the wild, tangled, locks of white hair that covered her body. That was it, besides the studded collar and red fabric, masquerading as a pair of shorts, and the white sports bra, not that any of that was visible through the wild locks.

"Sssaken lovesss Massster.." She hissed out, the large, pointed, fangs that adorned her upper jaw making it hard for her to voice out the letter S'. A low purr trickled up from her throat, body twining about her Master's feet as the bell, hanging from a red ribbon twined into one of her curls, gave of delightful jangles.

Prose · **Tips:** 0.00 INK by **Prose** on Mon Aug 03, 2009 5:09 pm

Elite PK S.I.A. Assassin Lore

Solar System: Arateum II
Location: Eden, headquarters of the Syndicate of Ideological Alteration.
Time: 1300
Objective: Weaponry Pick Up.
Status: Nanochips Malfunctioning.
Combat Mode: Level Zero.
Threat: Green

...error.

The black clad assassin made her way down the hall with confident steps towards the Experimental Weaponry Developing room. Lore had put in a request an earth week ago for a long range sniper rifle and she had gotten the transmission from the scientist that it had been completed. On her way, the woman had passed another member of S.I.A. known as Law and offered him not even a confirmation of his presence nor his companion.

Continuing down the hall, she would finally appear before the door and pressed a button to release it before stepping through. It was time to meet her new toy. A technical researcher and scientist approached her and acknowledge the assassin. "General, we have completed your request with utmost haste. We hope that you are pleased with our new development." He then gestured towards the rifle and stepped away from Lore knowing she wanted to examine it immediately.

Lore watched him with her stoic eyes, though something about her seemed a bit off; something not normal with the woman. After the brief moment, Lore stepped over to where the sniper was laying on top of a metal table completely assembled. It was a beautiful weapon to say in the least. A 20mm combat tactical sniper rifle with a five shot magazine, removable barrel, and a tactical adjustable sliding stock.

Sniper Rifle

This 20mm receiver incorporates changes that improve precision accuracy at extreme long distances using close tolerances of Electrical Discharge Machining and precision CNC milling normally associated with space age technology. The receiver is quite rare with supporting "I" beams giving added strength and easy maintenance. The 20mm is constructed of 4140 chromoly steel, heat treated to fourty-two rockwell hardness before any machining after which the steel is wirecut. This method eliminates warping and movement in parts and an exceptional smooth finish as though treated with a Teflon coat.

Supporting the entire length of the receiver on the bottom is a one-inch thick "I" beam by 1.625 inches wide increasing the strength of the receiver by sixty percent and a tapered scope base cut into the top of the receiver which is not removable in order to prevent any vibration. A guiding rail and guiding finger have been built into the receiver, bolt to ensure a firm smooth operating bolt from front to rear.

The firing pin system incorporates a set firing pin at a depth of sixty thousands preventing pins from backing out, with a claw extractor system working from the top side of the bolt having twice the surface area for extraction that side extractors have.

The bolt handle on the receiver fits over the backside of the bolt onto orientation slots and then threaded into place as one piece, preventing the bolt from breaking loose when tapped open. For added safety gas vent holes are faced rearwards through the face and side of the bolt including the body of the receiver to vent gas as far away from the shooters face as possible.

The 20mm sniper rifle's accuracy is further improved by threads that hold the barrel center-line to the bore, allowing for the barrel to be changed in a very short time because it is threaded through the recoil lug into the receiver and then tightened by a retaining sleeve threaded over the top of the barrel in place, as well as set the head space.

This weapon also had the ammunition to back up all the potential fire power.

20mm, Armor-Piercing-Incendiary, Mk 211 Mod 0.

The multipurpose name is based on the projectile having an armor-piercing (tungsten core), an explosive, and an incendiary component, thus making it capable of penetrating lightly armored targets and causing damage to personnel inside the target after penetration. It is a suitable round for engaging helicopters, aircraft and lightly armored vehicles, as well as unarmored vehicles, and it has the capability of igniting jet fuel. The Mk.211 has about the same destructive power as a standard 20 mm round against such targets.

Cartridge, 20mm, SLAP

The SLAP design incorporates a polymer sabot, which allows for the use of a tungsten penetrator projectile of a lesser diameter than the original bore. By using the casing of a large cartridge with a lightweight projectile, the velocity of the projectile is greatly increased. SLAP rounds have been designed for use against lightly armored vehicles and aircraft.

Cartridge, 20mm, Armor-Piercing-Explosive-Incendiary, APEI-169, M02

This cartridge is used against hardened targets such as bunkers, for suppressive fire against lightly armored vehicles, and ground and aerial threat suppression.

Cartridge, 20mm, Armor-Piercing-Incendiary

This cartridge is used, in place of the armor piercing round, against armored, flammable targets. The bullet has a silver tip.

It was time for Lore to go and play with her new toy...

Dragon · **Tips:** 0.00 INK by **Dragon** on Mon Aug 03, 2009 5:58 pm

Eden: 1:00pm

Although Eden was a literal hell, full of suffering and anguish, breeding creatures that normally shouldn't see the light of day, a few that inhabited the fortress who were oblivious to these horrors found it to be quite an enjoyable place. Yes, behind steel and chrome, blood and screams, pain, death, there was a being among them who always focused on the bright side of life. Which held a sense of irony. An assassin with a positive outlook on life? One could say he was the "happiest" of them all, and may come off as naive on first impression. This is a fatal mistake that the majority of people made, for to underestimate him, was to practically hand your life over.

A fearsome assassin, right up there with the likes of Law and Lore, the best of the best in his eyes. Many consider him to be their pet, their dog. Following behind them at all times, completing every command without hesitation regardless of the consequences, he is S.I.A.'s Hellhound, Ashige, or codenamed, "Weapon".

But minutes before the briefing, where was the man now? Sleeping of course! Sealed shut in his room in complete darkness, snuggled comfortably under his comforters, with his head on his pillow, Ashige snored lightly, dreaming of endless fields of strawberries, an all time favorite in his book. His alarm clock which was set for 7 remained quiet, for hours earlier Ashige had set it, not to 7am, but to 7pm. A careless mistake on his part. It would seem he may not be on time for the meeting, and was going to get a good chewing out by Lore.

LordSaladin · **Tips:** 0.00 INK by **LordSaladin** on Mon Aug 03, 2009 7:48 pm

Chief Commander of the Syndicate of Idealogical Alteration: Terik Ylter...
Enter Password: ********************
PASSWORD OK.

System Access Granted. Connection Established...

Downloading Information Cache... Download Complete.
Enter Decryption Key: *******

Decrypting...

Cache Loaded. Initiating GUI.

Please Re-Affirm Security Credentials

Fingers slender yet strong danced across the hovering hologram of a keyboard as Terik input, for the second time, his security details, allowing him access into the mainframe of Eden's central OS. Through that mainframe, he had access to not only all files and systems, but those of each subject in the facility. He took a moment to locate the generals and other assassins who would be attending the brief that was due to start shortly. A quick endeavour, giving no real excitement.

He waved a hand, and upon the monitor he saw the face that none other had witnessed. The boss. Akuma. A few quiet words were spoken between each man, a nod was given, then the thin clear plastic card was removed from the terminal, placed inside the breast pocket of the white suit.

In a display of perfection, the suit - trousers, jacket, shirt, waistcoat, and tie - all of white was pressed with the precision one could only expect of a seasoned military expert. Much like his face, shaven smoothly, hair cut to a perfect 3.47mm about his head; he was a definite man of poise. Or so his steps indicated as a slow, yet purposeful, walk was had towards the Grand Lagoon. Even as paths were crossed with lower ranking doctors, scientists, or assassins, Terik's course never changed: A nod would be given here, a slight inclination there, a dismissive half-smile to those he hadn't taken the time to acquaint himself with, but never did his demeanour change.

Each person to walk past him saluted perfectly, but for the quiver that was sent as waves along the vast corridors. More like ventilation tunnels, as far as the Chief Commander was concerned. He was more accustomed to stately homes and fancy dwellings, being part of, so very long ago, a more than wealthy family with a strong military heritage. Terik could barely remember his childhood, but had better memories of his time spent in the 'standard' military. A time before he knew of Akuma.

Terik was the first, the first subject in Akuma's grand experiment. Some would whisper that Terik was the only true success, others debated that the man had no real abilities, no special skills implanted into his genetic design. He never heard these discussions, selective hearing, it is a wonderful thing.

And regardless of various musings and discussions, none would question Terik. They knew his and their own positions: He was the only living creature to see Akuma in the flesh, they were unworthy of such a gift.

The door opened, of its own accord, when Terik approached, and in the distance someone was talking to one of those cat-human hybrids that made Terik feel dirty. He despised them. Of course, the scent of Law, the little vagabond, told that he'd been sniffing around again.

It was not a long walk to the Grand Lagoon, and he was the first arrival - as could only be expected. The long steel table sat perfectly in the middle of the room, each seat with a small monitor in front of it that would echo what was shown on the large screen set into the far wall. It was towards that display Terik walked.

As he reached the wall, the red haired male simply stood next to it, hands folded in the small of his back, thumbs a mere half-inch from the wall, head held high, and a look of calm patience upon the man's youthful visage. The meeting would begin soon.

Kronos · **Tips:** 0.00 INK by **Kronos** on Mon Aug 03, 2009 9:57 pm

"Here's your coffee, Sir." said someone behind Thorn's cubical partition, presumably the new Security intern. Why Do They Ask, he mused to himself as he swiped his finger across a locked holographic panel.

Without looking away from his work Thorn said, "Thanks, set it down on my desk." A muscular and olive skinned arm placed the steaming cup of instant coffee on Thorn's desk. The intern moved on. The Security Director caught sight of the intern's arm in his peripherals; he spun in his seat to get a better view but the man was done.

Thorn promptly opened a video channel with his closest acquaintance here: "New intern is real buff."
"It surprised me too." replied Shela, his co-Director sixteen offices over.
"Where's he from-"
"Back to work, please," interrupted the Sectional Security A.I. in its monotone voice. Both Thorn's and Shela's video-links were replaced the A.I.'s featureless white mask over a black background.

"Fuck you." said Thorn as he closed the video-link with a swipe of his taunt middle finger. Nevertheless, Thorn melted back into his chair and resumed working. He whirled like a dervish, switching from left panel to right panel to his laptop, which was connected to a Limited-Access LAN network via optical fiber.

Thorn's workstation encapsulated him. He was surrounded on two sides by concave holographic projectors; both were filled entirely with command boxes, statistics, and video feeds from across Eden. The upper section of the leftmost projector contained dozens of icons representing his subordinates - organization was godliness within the security trade. Four feet of desk and an inch of Plexiglas separated him space; the floor-to-roof window, which was sandwiched between two steel blast shutters, provided a ravishing view of the star's crimson glare off Dominus. A dividing curtain separated him from the circular that led to many more offices like his own.

His workstation hummed a little ditty and a pop-up message appeared."Alert; meeting in Grand Lagoon Conference at 7:00 PM; all Director and higher staff rankings required to attend." He dismissed the message and grabbed a solid-state memory crystal from his desk drawers.

But something instantaneously shifted that to the back burner. A fluorescent orange security message from ENIGMA Projects Works appeared, surrounded by security video feeds and A.I. threat assessments. His neural implants filtered through the data; they formed a coherent vision from the tides, one of a single man incapacitating security guards with ease. No one within SIA would be brash enough do that? Or would they?

His right holographic screen relayed telemetry and visual data from Rapid Response Teams along with a missive from their Sectional Commander: "Proceeding with threat neutralization." A security camera panned towards Law and took several snapshots of his face. In instants the A.I. matched them against personnel and known records and came up with a match, highlighted in red: Law.

Thorn opened an audio channel with the Sectional Commander and bellowed, "Stand down!"

"Why?" grunted the man.

"I repeat, stand down! Law is not a threat!"

"O'course, this doesn't make him immune to this shit..." Thorn muttered indignantly. He brought up Law's personnel file and filed a request for disciplinary reprimand: assault, violation of procedure, needless endangerment of friendlies.

And Now For My Meeting. He thought as he transferred a Security/Intel Status briefing into his favorite solid state crystal. Thorn hastily threw the crystal into a cylindrical plastic case and pocketed the case. And finally, he engaged one of his bots: "Station Lock Down, Voice Authorization Thorn One One Tango Bravo, Run Bot Thorn-underscore-Replacement-underscore-One." Both holographic panels went blank; their inner workings would be handled by machine. He slammed his clamshell laptop shut; it would require his thumbprint to reactivate.

Thorn stepped out of his office and dashed for the elevator. He slid in between closing doors and hit the "Administrative District" icon on the touchscreen display. The multi-directional transporter whizzed through Eden's bowels and stopped to the accompaniment of a crisp ding.

Thorn stepped out and barreled for the conference room; seeing both Law and Terik, he saluted, "Good morning sir!" and took a middle seat at the steel conference table. The reek and disturbing aura of Saken caught his nose and eye, promoting him to eye the shambling creature through his peripheral vision. ENIGMA's vile creations chilled him to the bone.

Nyxeth · **Tips:** 0.00 INK by **Nyxeth** on Tue Aug 04, 2009 9:16 am

Within Eden, there was a place for those whom would oppose the ideals of Akuma, a place where the lost soul's of the Galaxy were funnelled like cattle to the slaughter house. This place, was Eden Prison, a hellish place with no moral limits, where the young and old, crippled and healthy were lined up and graded, the highly marked ones were sent into the 'clinical trials' as they were known amongst the inmates. These clinical trials involved many things, most of which caused the inmates lucky enough to be too weak or malformed to be included as the echoes of the screams, of the blades cutting flesh and bone. The bloodworks, it was known as amongst the prisoners who survived - named as such for the trails of blood from the test subjects who were dragged to and from their cells each day, dripping fresh blood upon the otherwise white tiled flooring of the prison wings.

Few knew the purpose of such horrors except that it warped the senses, most of the inmates of the prison were mad, clinically insane so to say as hours upon days upon weeks upon months of mindless terror drove into them like a drill tip through their skulls. This madness was so condensed, so terrifying for one unused to it that it felt like a weighty pressure upon one's shoulders as they would walk the blood red halls, this aura of madness as we shall call it would only get stronger, viler... more sinister as they approached a specific place, this place was known as Wing V.

Unlike the rest of the prison, where the inmates would be those who might rebel against Eden, the petty criminal to the unfortunate half wit who was in the wrong place at the wrong time, Wing V was different. The madness that swirled like a vortex at the very entrance, threatening to suck one in if they were not careful was testament to that, guarded by an overly aggressive security protocol as armed guards patrolled readily about the entire block to the imposing metal door. The door was huge and whilst dented, scratched, burnt and god knows what else had happened to it, it only attested to the strength of it. The door lacked handles, hinges or anything else, there were no keypads, no locks; it seemed to lack anything that would make it a door yet you knew full well by the cameras fixed upon it and the attentiveness of the security that it was just that. It was also the door that Law had just spent some time at.

On the opposite side of the door lay several others just like it - ten in fact, some varied in shape and colour, different materials for different purposes one would suggest and one would also wonder what kind of monsters would require such security, what horrors must exist behind such closed doors that mentioning them or being near the area without authorization was asking for death.

Behind one such door, the furthest to the back and the one with the largest of the doors and arguably the most dangerous lay a rather anticlimactic room at first glance, much like the average Eden prison cell it was white tiled and sparse, however some things were different. The lack of the usual furniture, such as a bad, urinal or otherwise had been replaced by a post, several meters tall and embedded in both the floor and the ceiling. To that post was attached a man, gaunt and malnourished as one could easily see through the sagging shirt and pants which had clearly not been replaced with the standard issue prison jumpsuit. Apart from the intravenous drip leading into his arm and the other miscellaneous medical equipment, probably to check his vital signs amongst other things nothing seemed out of the ordinary.

Yet why were the medical and research staff, who seemed a constant presence within the room so on edge. When one would look at the floor you might notice that in a two meter radius about the man, both the floor and after looking up, the ceiling had been all but decimated until the steel girders that supported the separate floors were visible. One would question the random blood stains about the area that had never been cleaned away. One would want to know why one of the personnel was constantly watching a pulse monitor, where a single blip above the resting 40bpm would cause widespread panic within the room.

One would question many things about this man and his prison, one could question why the prison itself kept a large stock of Sernyl, a drug which can cause massive loss of the senses, 'sensory deprivation', it might explain the unresponsiveness of the prisoner. Still, nerves were edgy around the man. A quick glance at a medical form on a table to the side by the staff would reveal insight into the bound man.

The subject showed signs of resistance against the drug treatment today, after so many months of keeping him confined, it had to happen eventually. We spent so many days and lives devising a way to keep him from being responsive in the past, it appears our work shall soon be unravelling. We found we had to double the dose - which meant getting close to him, poor Jimmy got caught during what we've started to call his 'waking moments', poor guy... was a good kid, nothing left of him to send back to his family. Only thing that'll be left for them is a tombstone with no body to put under it.

It boggles me and everyone else though how this... Malcolm can do it, from all the preliminary tests we can't find anything physically about him as to explain his abilities, heck the higher ups, even Akuma who wanted this guy captured so badly for his secrets aren't particularly interested in continuing the research anymore, the next step would be dissection but if that turned up nothing. We'll lose everything.

This guy, really as he tends to call himself, a Plague. A plague upon all of us here.

Plague, that was his name, his title, his position, his mission. Plague would wait, until the time of release. Then all of Eden would pay.

Lamentations · **Tips:** 0.00 INK by **Lamentations** on Tue Aug 04, 2009 2:16 pm

"Good girl....Gooood girl...."

Law gently smoothed the fine hair of Saken with his bare fingers. Gently rubbing through her fur Law crouched down and looked eye to eye with Saken as he did so. He gave a passionate gaze to Saken, and continued to examine her the angles in front of her. She had provided him with fun times as well as someone who he could test non harmful medicines on to see the change in her.

Law looked up to see Lore walking past him. She didn't eve acknowledge his existence in the hall way the slightest bit. Lore just strolled past him without even a small hi to him. He would think that someone would be great full for assisting in helping Lore. Then again for some reason it was rare that he was thanked for anything that he did. They just took everything he did and extra as something he should normally do. He didn't care honestly, but it definitely left a mental scar every once in awhile.

Standing up firmly, Law petted Saken one final time before walking around Saken and down the hallway. He was now going to meet with the fellow men and women of the council. Something that Law didn't care to attend, but he was honestly wondering of the current status of Enigma. Something he had always been concerned about, were the status and what they would effectively be used for.

Once again making his way up the hall way in a professional matter; Law would tilt his hat and bow upon the presence of another scientist or when greeted by someone. He had to leave and stop by and get Ashige, but quite frankly at that moment he decided to leave Ashige up to Lore.

Stopping as he heard the Intel Director Thorn speak he would bow his head, and say slowly "Howdy."

Law then proceeded up the large scale table and sat right next to where Lore would sit as well. It was the edge where the presentation would occur, and where things would be explained. Law put his hands together on the table slowly, and leaned forward a tad. Law didn't want to seem unprofessional by doing things like leaning back in his chair like Ashige did. Law was very professional in most of the things he did, and he wanted to keep things that way.

Saken · **Tips:** 0.00 INK by **Saken** on Tue Aug 04, 2009 2:37 pm

Good..Girl..

The sound of his voice, so low- a caress to her ears made the feline-woman purr. The throaty sound falling from parted lips as a dark pink tint flooded her cheeks. Master had spoken good words to her- happy words, about her. SHE was good, she was good. Yes. One sleek ear twitched, the appendage flicking to rest against her head as lips curled upwards, flashing row upon row of sharp, pointed teeth. Body growing rigid, the woman drew herself up upon her hind feet, to appear more humanoid. Her paw hands where in the air, deadly claws slidding forth from their sheaths as her silver and green orbs fixated upon the retreating form of Lore.

No one would touch her Master in less he willed it and, since the only exchange, if any did take place between the two was silent, Saken found nothing wrong. Once the 'threat' had, seemingly, passed Saken fell forward once more and followed in her Master's steps as he turned, her lithe body twisting to accompany him within his movements.

As he began to walk off, she let out the tiniest of mews, as if she where a kitten before she had followed after him, paws smacking at the ground. He was her -world-, she was aware of nothing but his scent- heavy, male, sweet and spicy. Of his feelings, exasperation, happiness with her. And, of course, that -he- had saved her, saved her from the darkness within Eden.

He was her savior. He is her Master.

Prose · **Tips:** 0.00 INK by **Prose** on Tue Aug 04, 2009 3:45 pm

Elite PK S.I.A. Assassin Lore

Solar System: Arateum II
Location: Eden, headquarters of the Syndicate of Ideological Alteration.
Time: 1305
Objective: Attend Meeting
Status: Nanochips Malfunctioning.
Combat Mode: Level Zero.
Threat: Green

...error.

A transmission directly sent into her mind from the nanochips informed her that the meeting was to be taking place shortly. If the woman could have felt disappointed, she would have at that moment as now she could not practice with her new rifle. Immediately, Lore turned on her heels and walked to leave to leave the room. As she did this, Lore called out to the technicians, "Deliver the rifle to my quarters. I expect it to be there before I return." "Yes General."

Her foot steps rang through the almost empty hall as the assassin once more passed up the creature known as a neko who was now alone. Lore walked by her without more confirmation of her presence and proceeded directly to the meeting room. Upon entering, Lore noticed that most were here but one was missing. Her cold eyes locked onto Law and she left abruptly. The assassin made her way to Ashige's quarters and input the code to his door, then walked in.

"Ashige. Unacceptable." She ripped back his covers and then walked back out of the room without another warning. He knew better than to cross her as did everyone else. She was heartless and emotionless to the core and did not care for much in the life aside from the orders that she was given by Akuma. It was probably the reason for why everyone disliked her presence. It was not her fault though, it was Akuma's for placing those nanochips into her mind, and they were still slowly degrading and malfunctioning for her previous assassination.

Returning back in the meeting room, Lore stalked across the room without a single word and took her respective seat next to Law. The woman sat up erect in her seat, not leaning forward nor backward with her spine completely straight and eyes staring forward. If someone were to make conversation to her, they would most likely not get a response as it was time for business... not socializing.

"Elite PK Assassin Lore, present."

Ryand-Smith · **Tips:** 0.00 INK by **Ryand-Smith** on Tue Aug 04, 2009 4:23 pm

Space: Trantor Deep Space Command, Super Class Battleship Trade Justice.

Ryand laughed, as he saw the report on his desk. "Did Black Ops get the old photography team," he asked his assistant, as one Miss Motoko answered him. "All is in place. The cruiser has arrived. We will open the gates and reveal what that place is for you." The man drunk his beer, looking onto other more pressing matters, like the Xindhi Civil War which was going on. With that, an operation was about to start, as the first phase started. For now, he still had to do duties such as run photo op missions, and investigate possible trade partners.

The Small Cruiser "Long Term Investment" flew through space, slowing down as it entered the plantery defense field. This was not unsusal, but the ship had minimal arms, only the usual anti pirate weapons found on some private ships. The deal was in place, as the ship hovered in orbit, sending messages of "Hello," and "May we dock?" Of course, the arrangement were long made in advance, but this was a formality, a formality that had to be done. The Long trip from Trantor to this world wasn't made on a whim, after all, it was planed, and written down to the very last moments.

Kronos · **Tips:** 0.00 INK by **Kronos** on Tue Aug 04, 2009 6:32 pm

Crazies.

Thorn curtly nodded to Law and replied, "Good morning Law. I would have said good morning to the security staff too, but they're still sleeping." His normally sincere smile contorted a saccharine expression as he said this; it lasted just long enough for Law to comprehend it and then faded into normality.

He then reached into his pocket and withdrew the solid-state memory crystal, just as Lore walked into the room and sat down. To him it looked as if someone had permanently thrust a rod up her ass. Had Someone Really? mused the Security Director for the lack of a better topic. And about time she sat down, he flopped back in his own chair and tried his best to look relaxed.

He was about to speak when, "Urgent; Trantorian vessel detected; transferring Security Protocols to human command." a flash-message permeated his mind and caused Thorn to space out. He blinked and gasped, returning to reality.

"Just a second guys." mumbled Thorn. He closed his eyes and began to mouth commands. He opened his eyes.

What happened now somebody else's problem.

"Trantorian vessel, you are clear to dock," was what the monotone voice of the tired docking coordinator would say, followed by, "Please us docking umbilical three." The Trantorian vessel would receive telemetry and data from the station; relatively speeds and locations, orbital spins and the the relative effects of gravity.

Jared waited with anticipation for Eden's guests to arrive. He straightened his tie and brushed off his suit, using the reflective interior airlock door as a mirror. The airlock door stood eight feet tall and gave only six inches of leeway between floor and roof; the room was small and circular and cast from two hemispherical pieces of metal. Opposite the airlock was another door, two sliding sections of inch-thick metal joined by a glass center. Trantor's new tour guide inhaled deeply and rolled his shoulders. Two weeks of preparation would come to fruition here, he was sure of it.

Ryand-Smith · **Tips:** 0.00 INK by **Ryand-Smith** on Tue Aug 04, 2009 9:08 pm

The ship docked, as two guards, one clearly enhanced with robotic technology and the other an ace both went behind the two, a man and a woman, the two smiling as the doors opened up. “Hello hello!” they both said. “Pleased to finally come to Eden!” in synchronous motion. “I’m Fasalina,” the woman said, “And I’m Michael,” the man said, “We wanted to just take a tour around before formal trade reps make it here,” The two said again.

“Thank you for the tour guide,” Michael said, “But we have one question, may we take pictures?”

Dragon · **Tips:** 0.00 INK by **Dragon** on Tue Aug 04, 2009 10:09 pm

Eden. 1:05pm

The endless fields of strawberries present within Ashige's dreams stretched out farther than his eyes could see, and to him, this was paradise. Slowly did he pluck the most juicy looking strawberry from the vine and examine it, taking in it's texture and scent, both of which teased his senses and filled his mouth with drool. This was heaven in a bite. Lifting the small fruit to his mouth, ready to sink his teeth into it, fully prepared to chew and swallow this small piece of heaven, the clear skies that only allowed the sun to loom overhead almost instantly grew darker. Lightening, crimson in color struck the ground, sliding across it, destroying the field and creating a large chasm before Ashige. Fire raised from it as it continued to widen, and a dark figure rose, it's shadow engulfing the blissful man. It's silhouette was that of a demon's, or devil's, for horns and other features presented themselves with the lightening several strikes of lightening presented. Lowering it's massive form so it's crazed, blood filled eyes stared deeply into Ashige's, the entity spoke in a cold, monotonous voice that boomed, sending a shockwave in the form of an expanding dome outward, obliterating the fields, the strawberries, the sky, the sun, and leaving Ashige in darkness.

"Ashige!Unacceptable!

Feeling the covers being ripped off his form, Aashige stirred lightly at his dream turned nightmare until finally registering who the demonic voice belong to. "Lore". With the mere presence of her name in mind, his eyes shot open wide, his pupils shrinking down to the size of a pinhead as fear took hold of his heart. Being killed was nothing to be afraid of when presented with the presence of Lore, it by itself sending violent chills down one's spine. And all too quickly did everything start to flood back into memory. "The Meeting!" It was a wonder why Lore hadn't sent him through several walls and into the meeting room in nothing but his underwear as part of a lesson, for she was truly a cruel teacher, and such tactics were ever present within her mind, or at least within the mind of the image of Lore he mentally created.

Without further hesitation, Ashige was out of bed and on his feet, taking hold of his attire for the day -A black suit, nothing extraordinary about it, with shoes that he personally shined himself- and proceeded to get dress. This took moments, though Ashige wasn't careless for one could tell a great deal about a person merely by the way they presented themselves, though this does not give one to 'judge a book by it's cover'. Wanting to make a good first impression on anyone he hadn't met prior to today, and to keep himself from embarrassing not only himself, but Law and Lore as well, he straightened out any and all problems with his suit. One last look in the mirror, and a wink to the person in it, Ashige was off, down the halls and passed many personal that pass through Eden's halls toward the meeting area. Once he arrived, he kept his gaze down, focused on the floor as not to catch the glances of any who would try and chastise him for his tardiness, and made his way over to sit beside Lore.

"Master Rokushiki Assassin, present"

Kronos · **Tips:** 0.00 INK by **Kronos** on Tue Aug 04, 2009 10:40 pm

Umbilical Airlock Number Four

“Shoot away… but there’s one catch; you just let us look over the photographs and remove anything suspect before you leave,” said Jared with a saccharine smile. “Shoot away” triggered a cascade of events behind the scenes, beginning with the rhythmic thumping of combat boots against metal flooring. Then he blurted, “And nice to meet you, Michael!” and vigorously shook hands with the man; he then pivoted on his right heel and walked through the now-open interior door.

The next room had similar features to the last: all metal construction with four sliding doors instead of one; although, two of these doors had blackened panels. “This way” said Jared, waving on the Trantorian visitors. The rear sealed with a hiss behind them as Jared was halfway through the room. He sensed the Trantorians would be a quarter of the way across and hasted his pace. As the guide stepped through the next door it slammed shut behind him. He turned around and smiled to his “guests” as the sliding door to the left opened.

Smoke drifted into the room, followed by two grey cylinders belching clouds of noxious white smoke. Hundreds of coilgun rounds followed after that, seemingly materializing from the cloud. They arced across the room from two sources, catching the Trantorians in crossfire; eight men stood behind the cloud, two firing, two loading, and four standing guard.

Grand Lagoon Conference Room

Thorn’s jaw dropped and vacancy spread across his face. He clarified what happened the moment he regained coherence, childishly stating, “Law, Lore, Terik, awesome news. Those rent-a-cops you hired really do their jobs! Just a second, let me bring up the footage.”

The Security Officer tapped the table three times, causing a holographic keyboard to appear. He typed with the speed of a computer junkie, accessing security-locked camera footage and isolating the brief incident into a video with sixteen seconds of lag-time between live events. “Take a look, people!” he bellowed and tapped a single key. Another holographic screen appeared at the far end of the conference room, showcasing his creation.

Outside the Station

Eight terawatt pulsed laser cannons opened fire on the Trantorian cruiser, catching the vessel unprepared and unshielded. Following that were sixteen five-shot salvos from particle cannons and three waves of VLS missiles in staggered launches of thirty each; each more than enough to do critical damage.

Versus · **Tips:** 0.00 INK by **Versus** on Wed Aug 05, 2009 4:47 am

Codename: Catalyst
Location: Akuma's Office, Eden
Mission: Meeting
Time: 0500

Catalyst stood in front of Akuma's massive desk attentive and silent waiting for the leader of S.I.A. to continue his instructions, "You are my Changer Catalyst, each of my Original Five have a very specific purpose to the group and to S.I.A. as you well know." Akuma stated, his fingers forming a steeple as he gazed directly into Catalyst's silver eyes. "I raised you from the age of 6 when I found you on the street starving, cold, and without any type of protection. I am proud of how you have taken the lessons I gave you and become the man you are today." Akuma continued, a very slight smile forming on his face. "But always remember what your purpose is and the purpose of S.I.A. So saying I want you to do something for me..."

...0739

A bright white light was glaring directly above his head blinding him from his surroundings as he tried to clear his head. Catalyst found that his arms were restrained when he attempted to reach up and rub his eyes. "Hey, what the hell is going on?" The normally stoic assassin shouted to whomever was within hearing. As he began to concentrate on his restraints in order to alter the molecular structure of them and free himself Akuma's voice rang out in the room very clearly, "Calm down Catalyst. Everything is fine, you are here under my direction and the memories will come back shortly. Just sleep for now."

...1012

Catalyst opened his eyes, blinking them several times to adjust his sight, and found himself in his own quarters wearing his prototype Kevlar Polymer armor. He sat up and instantly wished he hadn't as the room quickly began to spin causing him to lean over the side of his bed and retch all over the floor. He stumbled out of bed barely avoiding the vomit on the floor and staggered to the bathroom and struggled out of his armor before getting into the shower. Running his hands through his hands he found a small scab and the whole morning flashed through his mind.

Akuma had wanted him to receive a new implant, one that had never been used before, but there was a possibility that his naturals abilities could be altered or damaged during the process. "Well, only one way to find out. I'll try increasing my mass, that has always been harder than density." He roughly told himself as he closed his eyes in concentration to focus on increasing his overall mass. The floor of his shower began to crack and water started to leak through. "What the hell? I've never been able to do that so quickly." Catalyst exclaimed in shock attempting to reverse the process slowly.

He corrected his mass to a normal weight and stepped out of the shower and dried off, feeling much better than he did upon waking. I'm almost scared to try altering my density with the results I just had with my mass, he thought to himself with a scowl on his face. Knowing that he would have to attempt it eventually he reached within for his innate ability to change the density of any object and attempted to increase his own density to that of an oak tree. After a few short seconds he picked up one of his practice drum sticks and hit himself on the forearm breaking the stick almost cleanly.

"That's more like granite or marble." He whispered out loud, surprised he could now increase his density so rapidly. Moving back into his sleeping area he opened a closet and drew out a nondescript pair of sweats and put them on. He then turned toward his wall mirror and altered his clothing to that of his normal pristine white tux and red tie. I didn't even think about doing that, it was reflexive..., he thought as he stared at himself in the mirror. "Akuma, what have you done to me?" He silently asked himself as he walked toward his door knowing that his room would be cleaned shortly after his departure. He had a few things he wanted to do before he had to do the next thing on Akuma's list for this day.

...1255

Catalyst moved quickly toward the the briefing room that the others had been instructed to meet at feeling better about the day knowing that he had taken care of his weaponry needs. He had barely avoided Lore seeing him as he departed the Experimental Weaponry Development lab. He also knew that she wouldn't be there long and Akuma had specifically instructed him to arrive first and "disappear" before the others arrived. Something about observing the outcome of a situation he had planned.

He walked through the open door to the scheduled briefing and found it empty of anyone else. Good, he thought as he scanned the room for places where he could hide in plain sight and avoid someone walking into him. The room wasn't very large, but he finally found a perfect spot and seemed to almost melt away.

...1300-1305

Ashige was the last to enter, which was typical, as Catalyst observed everyone in turn without being noticed by any of the others. Lore, as usual was stiff backed and almost robotic. Although he had to admit that if given the opportunity he would give her a go. Ashige seemed to be laying down while still sitting in his chair. He thought that it most be some sort of hidden art for him to manage it. And Law, who somehow seemed to be slightly uptight while sitting in a relaxed position. His "eyes" were moving toward Terik when a monitor came to life with Thorn's words.

...1306

The scene played out on the monitor and Catalyst, on cue from Akuma's instructions, reformed. The conference table everyone was sitting at slowing began to lose approximately an inch of thickness as Catalyst flowed back into himself. As the last molecule moved back into place he was sitting in the middle of the table cross legged looking from face to face gauging each one to see how they took his arrival. "That was some trap." He said softly.

Lamentations · **Tips:** 0.00 INK by **Lamentations** on Wed Aug 05, 2009 11:45 am

OOC: Well due to the post being so well done Versus, I am going to say very nice. However the original idea was that no one had seen Akuma but Combatant's character, but if you have seen Akuma, keep it a secret to him. I'll let it slide so long as he never spills the fact that he was face to face with him. Also just in case, if you put in any physical detail about Akuma it is best that it is taken out. Thanks, very nice post.

"Hahahahaha! This is about the 3rd time we have had to shoot down some reporters. Beautiful"

Law leaned back in his chair comfortably, and layed his hands on his lap. Law gazed at the display on the screen, showing the horrible death of the defenseless reporters. They should have known that this was a game that they could not play, and that they shouldn't be sniffing in others business. Law truly thought of reporters like him as folks who put their lives on the line for those that did not deserve it in the least bit. Sharing news with the world, or universe that had no real need for what was happening in here. Let alone anywhere else that had things and projects going on. Anything they didn't share publicly had no need to be known. Simple as that.

Soon afterwards, Cataylyst's truly magnificent display caused him to raise his hands and begin clapping loudly. Apparently he had got some form of biomod from a higher-up. He couldn't help but wonder why Catalyst had been given that, and if it was for better or for worse. Catalyst was by far the most dependable member of the S.I.A. Catalyst was someone he could always lean back on if things got hard in a mission. His hardcore abilities in battle were truly something to admire, but he would have to see if he had gotten rusty later on that day. Everyone had been raving about the mysterious ways of Catalyst that no one new about.

"Congradulations Catalyst. Did you get a promotional item?" Law said sarcastically. Law couldn't help but laugh at Catalyst's marvelous display of using his power. He shifted his gaze to Lore next to him. Probably no reaction from her, not yet. She took business far too seriously, and he couldn't fathom the reason why. Well he could, but he felt that fearing Akuma was a idiotic reason. Law under no circumstances feared or felt under Akuma. That was the way he was. The type of person to do whatever the hell he wanted, and didn't care for superior's motives or interests. Let alone their commands which he decided to follow anyways, but only because he had plans of his own. Law himself was very mischievous indeed, but he didn't try to do things that they didn't like. It just turned out that things Law had in mind went against Akuma and his other superiors wishes sometimes.

After he finished clapping, his hands resumed on his lap still folded. Law today was playing a model student. Not too stuck up, but not too relaxed. Somewhere in between the woman who had a rod up her ass, and between the lazy and soon to get word fucked Ashige. Ashige was just asking to be bitched out and fucked by hardcore words that soon would be spitted out by superior's mouth. Even still, Ashige was a nice asset to the team, so they couldn't fire him unless they had some form or replacement. Ashige however was a type of loyal man that you could no truly replace, and his field results were truly outstanding compared to what they pictured Ashige doing. Therefore they had no choice but to keep him.

"Looks like everyone's here. Let's get started shall we."

AcidicSmile · **Tips:** 0.00 INK by **AcidicSmile** on Wed Aug 05, 2009 4:54 pm

Jacob moved his wrists clean through the steel casings that were thought to bind him to his bed in his cell once the guards left him. Weeks ago this may have been a process but due to Jacob's rapidly reassimilating and adapting physical strucutre, his abilities had been growing stronger. Because his cells, down to the molecular level were constantly moving and changing depending on his will, emotions, and surroundings he could now change his internal and external organic tissue into the material of what he was touching, potentially rearranging it or moving seemlessly through it.

Though some of his tricks had light shed upon them by frequent testing and trials by S.I.A., he was smart and did not appear to have a grasp of them to a lethal extent in front of anyone important, thus not yet earning himself a spot in Wing V. Because of this frequent genetic manipulation by himself and others, his cells are constantly adapting to the changes and learning more, expanding the limits to his power.

When coming in contact with another human being it was possible for him to duplicate traits of theirs including hair, skin color, body type, etc. After several trials he was able to literally become a mirror image of the person he had touched. As some time had passed, he found it was possible to take on the texture of the room and the things in it, his skin hardening to the density of the titanium alloy lining the walls, his fingers becoming sharp as blades.

Every interaction Jacob had with one of his captors was a play that he was putting on that in his mind was going to save his life. While his exterior remained cool, calm, and at times even helpful or interested in the science behind his existence, his insides remained scalded by blind rage. He memorized rooms he had been in, studied equipment he saw, procedures he endured. While his body developed, Jacob plotted, and a frequent question in his mind was which researcher would be the unfortunate key to his escape plan.

Ryand-Smith · **Tips:** 0.00 INK by **Ryand-Smith** on Wed Aug 05, 2009 7:37 pm

The two were shot, bleeding badly but managed to call for their guard to cover but it was too late. Between that and the shooting, it was an utter disaster for Trantor. Several hours later, Trantor’s long term observation ship asked for an explanation, sending a simple form letter as the long term probes sifted through data, wondering how a ship like that could have exploded. With the Xindhi civil war on their minds, another war was NOT in the cards for Trantor, even with rebuilding finished.

Ryand sighed, as he drew his Katana, fighting Motoko in a game of Bushido. “I see, make sure to NOT cause a war, don’t send any ships in, keep them all days away in the Neutral Zone. If you don’t, we might do something we all will regret.” His orders were clear as the Trantor commander attempted to strike the Strike Freedom styled woman, only to miss.

“I keep forgetting you are better than me at that,” he said, “But then again, you are the end result of Project G…”

***
Fuatari smiled, as she worked on her own flight system, the perennially buggy system finally working at last. “I may not be HER,” she said quietly, “but at least I can fly somewhat, “ as she looked at her armor setup. In her civilian clothes she seemed almost normal, with the exception of a small metal object in her upper arm, which to the casual eye would appear to be an armband. Her actual combat armor was in storage, but she wasn’t needed.

Instead, she would go down, walking into the prison blocks, looking around the various places for the one named Saken. She had one weakness, and hybrids tended to fill that spot in her emotional core. She had asked around, as she brought a treat, some food for the hybrid, asking her, “Hello, are you there?”

Arietraekos · **Tips:** 0.00 INK by **Arietraekos** on Wed Aug 05, 2009 8:44 pm

Beep....Beep....Beep...

Medical Bay: Class 4

A Melodic Beep read across Dr.Sermara's hologram projector as the eerie glowing figure of "Plague" was levitating over the Projector's base. "Nurse Rethon, can you give me a reading?" The Dr. Spoke into his headset as he watched the floating figure.
A Weak sounding voice of a male returned Aerol's reply. "Stable sir, heart rate reamining at 40 bpm; Oxygen levels, normal; Sernyl dose, Moderate; food and water, moderate; Breathing rate, Normal; Temperature, 99 degrees F. ; Pain level, minimal; stress, none." A sigh of relief passed from the doctors mouth. "Good job keep it up, Com link signal being shut down, continue working from there... Dr. Aerol Sermara Out."

Beep....Beep....Beep...

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Elite officer's meeting

A small chuckle emitted as Aerol emerged into the meeting room. He had passed the corridor where the Trantorian reporters were being led to there death. He still remembered the Ecstatic looks on there faces before the hallway doors slammed shut, sealing them in. "i'm not cleaning that mess up" he said with a small laugh as he sat down in his chair.

Dr. Aerol Sermara, Present

Being one of the first people in the room, he couldn't help but feel a tad bit uncomfortable, usually everyone would be starting to arrive by now. A small click emmiated from the goggles at Aerol's eyes as he scanned the area around, nothing seemed to be present except for a very tiny heat source near the center of the table. "Gah these things must be glitchin' again" Aerol said Shutting them off, his eyes returning to normal view. The only other people that had arrived before him was Law, Terik, and Thorn.
But as Lore and Ashige entered the room seemed to quiet down untill thorn turned on a hologram showing the results of The reporters. He smirked as he watched his cronies take them to the incineration bay. "Good work boys..." he mumbled quietly to himself.

A figure seemed to melt out from the top of the table and this made Baird stare in disbeleif, It was catalyst. Law started to clap, but Aerol just fumbled with his goggles again, Switching them to ON. The heat source Aerol had seen earlier was at the exact same spot Catalyst had emerged from. "So apparently these things do work after all" he said quietly to himself. He didn't want to make way to much noise. The meeting was to begin soon. Of all people he didn't want to look like a dim-wit, although his normal sense of humor was trying to get him to say something he shouldn't have. 'Stay cool Aerol, Joke time is for later"

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