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Kapisi

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a Imperious Class Command Carrier-class vehicle in The Multiverse, by Remæus.

The Kapisi, an Imperious Class Command Carrier, and flagship of the Classis XIII Sector Tal'dor

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A replacement for the Reverence II, the Imperious Class Command Carrier is a powerful, and formidable asset to the Aschen Navy.
Imperious Class Command Carrier

Manufacturer: Aerospace Dynamics/Intertech Industries
Platform: Icon
Model: Command Carrier
Class: Imperious
Cost: Cb104.8 Billion

Specifications
Length: 13,200 Meters
Width: 12,491 Meters
Maximum acceleration: 58G
FTL Range: Unlimited
Engine Units: 6 DDG Titan Plasmic Fusion Engines.
Reactor: 20 Deuterium Fusion Reactors. (One Reactor outputs 12.6 Trillion Kilowatt Hours, or 4.57200 × 10(13) megajoules)
Hyperdrive Rating: Aschen Type 2 FTL, Hermes Type A Bifrost drive.
Shielding;
Primary: Tech Con Heavy 109 Frequency Oscillation Magnetic Type 1 Shield Generator. (Energy Mitigation: 500 Megatons per square meter of shield)
Secondary: Tech Con Special Z-43 Hard Light. (Energy Mitigation: 5 Gigatons per square meter of shield)
Tertiary: Graystone Industries Class 07 Magnetic Resonance Type 22 (Energy Mitigation: 105,000 Megatons Overall)
Auxiliary: Aerospace Dynamics Dynatron N7 Frequency Resonance Shield Generator. (Energy Mitigation: 97,000 Megatons (overall))
Hull: Duralthene
Hull Armor: Duralthene Plating (Can absorb 4.8 Gigatons per square meter of energy)


Weapons; 6x Hades Class Frag Cannons (Discharges a 15,000 Ton ferric-tungsten projectile at 550,000km/s muzzle velocity)
500 Turbodisruptor Batteries (100 port, 100 Starboard, 125 Forward, 50 Aft, 50 Dorsal, 75 Ventral) (Turbo Disruptors impart 14.6 Megatons per second)
Plasma Cannon Turrets (150 Kilotons Per Second)
Missile Launchers
Torpedo Launchers

Compliment: 1,500 Squadrons of fighters, or Bombers (Vipers, Apollos, Century Bombers, etc.)
Crew: 250,000 + 1.5 Million Soldiers to assault planetside.
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Status

Shields: 0 (inactive)
Armor: 100%
Structure: 100%
Warp Drive: ready
Max Capacity: 1750000

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Sarah Rafflesia [80] Self-made woman. Doesn't need no man.
Emile Fourneaux [80] Genetically Altered Aristocrat and Ace Mech Pilot
Elanna Torres [75] Flag officer of Battle-group 34, and commander of the Command Carrier 'Kapisi'
Jordan Duram [58] Special Agent in the Aschen Empire's IIA
Clea Soban [11] Commander of the Vigiles Fast-attack cruiser 'Ifriit'

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Jordan Duram made a barely audible, but clearly annoyed grumble, before he closed the file folder. "How this interaction proceeds, and whether or not, you go free is entirely up to you." The man explained. "I'm special Agent Duram." The man said. "It would be in everybody's best interests if you complied with my questioning." He leaned forward.

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Emile shifted his body now over to his newest interviewer. His eyes drew to the small device on the other's hand. Without even thinking he got up to merely and very casually pick up the folder the other had left there. As if it was the most natural thing just to read whatever he wanted.

"...What Stratum are you?" He asked the other agent bluntly. "What is your bloodline?"

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The IIA Agent made no move to stop Emile from taking the file, and when Emile gazed down at the file, strange text and symbols would be all that would greet him.



It was the Aschen Language of Lingua Anquietas, an ancient language that had been spoken for millions of years. Everything was written in the strange language, and Duram watched Emile inquisitively. It was a report compiled by Commander Soban, along with behavioral notations from EVE.

"My Bloodline is irrelevant." Duram replied. "What is your name?"

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Emile could not read this language, but the patterns. The patterns he began to break down quietly. The strange structure fitting in his mind. "This is rooted in a cuneiform language..." Which would make this ancient. Yet Cerebral. His attention back up to the man as he tossed the file back on the slab.

"I have nothing to gain by cooperating. Change my perception." He demanded. Well it was more like he ordered.

Sitting back on the slab awaiting a response.

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Duram took a breath, more of an annoyed breath than anything. "You have everything to lose." The IIA operative explained. "We'll inevitably extract what we wish to know, but you'll find the whole ordeal quite unpleasant." He added, reaching out to take the paperwork back.

"If you cooperate, we can sort this whole misunderstanding out, otherwise, I won't be able to help you." Duram said with a shrug, as a trio of Aschen Marines, familiar style soldiers from the beach could be seen on the other side of the glass, but the man standing with them was nothing short of a monstrocity.

He towered at least eight feet in height, he seemed to have muscles, on top of muscles, which threatened to tear apart the uniform he was wearing. His footfalls were heavy, the man looked like he could toss cars as easily as someone could toss a sports ball.

"Agent Duram." One of the Marine Sergeants called out. "The Director is ready for the prisoner."

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Emile shot the behemoth of a man a rather fierce look. Which was not very given the situation. The agent across from him trying to give the soft pitch before the interrogation began in stride. Despite the stubbornness there was an increase of his pulse and he could not hide the fact that he was slowly hyperventilating.

"Somethings are well worth holding onto." He told the other man sharing his cell. He stood up and approached the door. Waiting for it to open to be brought by this giant man to whomever he would need to talk to next.

It would seem they were done here for now.

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With the door open, the man made no move, rather the Marines entered the room slowly, cautiously to affix restraints to Emile's wrists, metal handcuffs that would restrain his hands to his back. The Adept of War was only there to provide increased security.

With Emile's hands bound, the Marines threw a burlap sack over his head, and began to lead him out of the cell, their grips firm, but they moved in almost total silence.

Emile would be led through the maze like interior of the Command Carrier, but he wouldn't be led far.

With the burlap sack still over his head, the restraints that bound his hands would be released once they reached the next room, and he would be guided into a chair. His wrists were affixed to wrist restraints integrated into the chair, a neck restraint was fastened to hold his head against the back of the chair, and his ankles were locked to the chair. Lastly, a strap was placed tightly around his midsection, before the burlap sack was pulled from his head.

Standing in front of him was a new person, he was an older man, with short white hair. That short white hair was hidden by the hood that belonged to the rather lavish purple robes the man was wearing.

"Grand Confessor." The Adept said with a bow, and all but a few Marines, and a well dressed technician with stark red hair, and an all black uniform remained, with the Technician standing at some kind of console.

Kesslee seemed to glide over towards Emile, gesturing to the woman at the console, who threw a lever.

Emile would likely feel a deep, indescribable, and intense pain for a short moment, a pain that seemed to soak him to the very core.

"I am Kesslee." The man said, simply.

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Despite his dignitas, the Aristocrat was close to panicking by the time the sack had been removed off his face. The terror of it all spinning his head and almost hurling him to BASH his own head in by the sheer weight of the wait. By the time he felt the straps on his arms and his midsection he began to whine. Loan pathetic things honestly. Struggling like a trapped animal before his focus was finally pulled.

There was something... very not right about the man in front of him. A master interrogator. Finally... someone with craft. With style. With vision. It was almost a wonderful thing to see. Yet at that moment.

Pain. Intense pain. As bad as that moment in the dead cockpit. Legs burning. Air choking. But... worse. A hundred times worst. The burst made him spasm in sudden burst.

His eyes shifted wide. Looking at the man in front of him.

"Are you trying to..." Ow... ow... ow... "tickle me to death?" He spoke in a very weary bravado.

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Kesslee grinned, leaning against the chair as the platform spun slowly. "Who are you, and who do you work for?" The man asked, before he held up his hand in a gesture, and the Technician keyed in something onto the console, and then threw another lever, causing the intense pain to return, but also intensify. The sensation of a deep mental digging followed, and the more Emile resisted, the worse it seemed to get.

The Chair dug deeply, displaying any random memories that it could find on the screen in front of Kesslee, and Emile, they were digging, searching, as the technician started to fine tune the search, and increase the settings of the chair. The Pain did not relent, until the Technician returned the lever to it's original position.

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It only took Emile a second and a half to start screaming. The pain. Was incredibly intense. And soon after he began to convulse into the chair struggling. All his muscles tighten in his body as his teeth bared down to try to hamper his own screams. Suddenly a FLASH of imagery shifting through like endless streams. Images of children playing, of idyllic scenes of nature, of horrific battle, the sites of post atomic war, the heinous halls of nobility, other worlds he had been on before his journey onto the current planet he had been on. Wing City, A train in Vertiga. Other such sights. Other random faces. All shifting in a blink of an eye. All unfocused. All for now.

When or IF the Technician was finally signaled to pull down a sudden "I'LL RIP YOUR EYES OUT!" Came almost out of impulsive. Helpless and furious that he was helpless to the torture as he struggled impotently against his binds.

"What were those images!? What are you doing!?" He demanded. "ANSWER ME!"

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"A memory." Kesslee answered. "Random, and indistinct at the moment. It will take some time to map your neural patterns." Kesslee looked to the screen, everything was being cataloged, and analyzed by EVE in real time as Kesslee carried out the interrogation.

"These are images I haven't seen before... you are certainly a most interesting spy."

He turned back to the Technician. "Find out why he was spying on Commander Soban's operation, find out who, and what he is." Kesslee said coldly, before turning back to face Emile.

"Segment his mind, as many layers as it takes."

He turned back to the screen, and the Technician threw the lever once more, the Pain would return, like someone peeling an onion, agonizingly slow. The Digging continued.

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It would take another thirty to forty minutes for anything to be of use. Emile had been left screaming the entire time. Horrible pain springing through his entire body. At first more flashes of incoherent images. Random faces, places, events. Streaming from moment to moment. But to the skilled practitioner one could start to detect patterns.

The first was authority. Many of these places and faces and concepts were tightly strung together to some sort of hierarchy that was rigid and strict. Halls of government, places of leisure, influential spaces, command centers. This was not just some military officer, somehow this individual was connected with the current power structure.

What was MORE interesting was that many images had iconography and imagery of Terra. But this was... not Terra. Not exactly. The culture was Terran and even images of things that belonged to the planet. But most of it were like relics. Like merely the artifacts of a bygone age. When there was a building that could be recongized, they seemed more restored, reconstructed, or even left in utter ruination.

Between the bursts and the flashes Emile puked something out of his mouth. The intense feelings burning his eyes and making him scream some more as he gasped back to consciousness. "This won't work... you are defeat-" Another burst came right after. Another scream.

Perhaps ANOTHER thirty to forty minutes had to pass before things slightly became more clearer. His name was Emile. That much was for certain. He was a Lieutenant. He was in the military. He had been sent... somewhere. By a woman called Marilla. Though for the moment these were mere fragments of moments. Though the maps were beginning to be constructed.

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Kesslee watched with great interest as the minutes ticked by, EVE was watching each flash, piecing it together, and analyzing it with the others.

"You're going to help us Emile." Kesslee said, with a sickening grin. "Whether you want to, or not."

Kesslee wasn't sure what world this man came from, he put up quite a fight, the Confessor was mildly annoyed at this prospect, but otherwise the mapping of the mind was proceeding rather smoothly.

"Stop resisting the Aurora chair, and allow us to probe freely." The Confessor warned.

He could tell the look of exhaustion, but too much use would result in the liquefaction of his prisoner's brain. He would have to allow Emile to rest, so he could regain his strength, for another session.

The Confessor reached down, and cupped Emile's chin, forcing him to look up. "All of this could have been avoided if you had just shared what we wanted to know, you would have never left that planet... you would have never been brought here. So you're a military officer from some obscure planet. It's all starting to come together... but what was your purpose?" Kesslee asked.

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The thrashing and shaking of the man as he felt the touch. His eyes bulging as they shifted to Kesslee for a moment. "...N-N-" He couldn't say the word at the moment. Bracing himself as another BURST shocked into his being. Screams. Horrendous screams. Pleas! Begs! Shaking. And when it was not on. Crying. Weeping. Blubbering. But despite these two stages. It was like pulling teeth.

Because through out it all he always refused to cooperate.

That being said. The machine could do its work. Levels increased and more began to unspool. This was Terra. That much was for certain. They used the Terran word for it Earth. Yet this was certainly not the Earth that the Aschen had encountered. It was... different. It had never encountered other alien life. It seemed to have progressed. And then fell into catastrophic war.

At the moment it was at a stage where it was now colonizing its own solar system. Yet there was NO MENTION of a FTL capable technology. No mention of a means to escape their own solar system. And then. Then it was clear why. Something. That was the hard part. But that was the core. The Terrans of this time and dimension had encountered SOMETHING that provided them the means to make the breach.

But what!? Every reference of it was dark. Obscured. It almost looked like trying to see something through deep water. The image would show up again and again. But always obscured. And mentions of it shifted back to that one image. This was the key. Whatever these dimensional Terrans possessed it was the key of where they exactly came from.

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Kesslee was watching the readouts from the Aurora chair with great interest. The Chair was shut off for a time, to allow Emile to recuperate, and to allow Kesslee to process the revelation.

"Earth." The Confessor said as he turned to face a screen. "Earth was supposed to be a myth." Kesslee said out loud. "This is a planet I am familiar with, a planet ingrained in our history as the unwelcomed promised land."

The Confessor chuckled to himself.

"Yet he has no idea who we are." The Confessor chuckled even more. He had his answer, he always did.

His stone gaze fell back on Emile. If this was the truth, then the Aschen and his people were closely related, or so they thought. "Our ancestors came from your world." Kesslee said, clasping his hands in front of him, the sleeves of his robe hiding his hands. The pain had stopped, a brief respite from the mind burrowing of the chair.

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Emile fell back into the chair. He was sweating. His eyes shifted to the man. His face. His ugly face. The expression on the young man was hatred. Was murder in his eyes.

"Then you are nothing... but our unwanted bastard children..." He hoarse out a string of words. He was still breathing. His nose was bleeding. He was still trembling from the aftershock of being in that chair for so long.

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Kesslee laughed. "On the contrary, we left a savage and untamed world behind, to forge our own destiny out among the stars. It is obvious that some things never change."

"Why do you resist so?" Kesslee asked, turning away for a moment, and then turning back. "You resisted the soldier, you resisted the agent, you resist this chair. For what purpose?" The Confessor asked. "Ignorance." He affirmed. "We are the descendants of people you call Atlanteans." Kesslee said, seeing if that would garner a reaction.

"We could have learned much from eachother, yet you antagonize, and resist. You are just as backwards as you were ten thousand years ago."

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Emile pulled his head down. Only because his neck couldn't even support his head at the moment. He kept his longing eye on the man in front of him. The words. Made him angry. Made him shake. Stumble. Struggle. Nothing.

"The cuneiform... It's rooted in Minoan." That was why it had been so familiar. A sunken island. A legend. He started to laugh. he started to laugh as if something broke in him. Or something he realized then there.

"Legends... Legends... God to think we wanted to be you." He babbled for a moment. "What we have created. It is so much better. . . What is in store for you. . . Is so much more stable a structure than your dying empire ever will be. You don't realize it now. But you are already obsolete. In a century people like you will be guided. Like gentle sheep... Because otherwise this is what happens to you. You destroys yourselves."

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Kesslee was amused at how little this man knew, at his ignorance. "Not Minoan, Ancient." The Confessor corrected. "One hundred and fifty thousand years ago humans settled earth, interbred with the primitives there, and taught them civilization, they were weary, their civilization having been wiped out forcing them to flee their home worlds." Kesslee said, giving Emile a history lesson.

"There was a band of people who settled on an ancient continent, they elected to keep their culture, and technology. Those people became the Atlanteans, and inevitably left your world behind to found one of the greatest civilizations this galaxy has ever known."

Kesslee began to move about the room, continuing his history lesson. "Humans did not initially evolve on Earth, we know the location of Humanity's original home world, but the lost colony was lost to the sands of time." Kesslee explained. "Your world suffered a great and terrible war, My ancestors fled the planet that had nuked itself into oblivion, burying all evidence of it's great civilizations in ice."

"Your comments betray your ignorance. You know very little about our society. Our Empire is the strongest is has ever been. People need guidance, through the party, and a strong leader. But you wouldn't know anything about that." Kesslee said.

"You and I, we're like long lost cousins. It's amazing what kind of civilization the crucible of a hostile galaxy can forge, from what the Aurora Chair was able to piece together. You are weak, your civilization hadn't even mastered Faster than light travel."

Kesslee's face contorted into an arrogant sneer.

"You know nothing of our achievements, and our triumphs!"

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"There are many things I have learned in my education." He told Kesslee. Before bursting into tears again. Holding them back. The chair had FUCKED him up. "I saw it in the eyes of your Commander. And I see it in the eyes of you now. And that is fear. Pure. Naked. Fear." He taunted the other.

"Despite your triumphs and your power... despite your advancements and esteemed heritage. You do not feel safe. Everywhere around you unsafe. ANd that is not because of the hostiles around you. No. That is your design Kesslee. Your people have designed a brilliant prison of their own construction and that fear will surface up. Maybe not today. Maybe not tomorrow. But it exist and it will surface up soon. And when it does, no amount of power will save you."

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Kesslee grinned.

"I fear nothing." He said coldly.

"Return him to his cell." Kesslee said to one of the Marines. "We begin again in twenty four hours."

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"YOU WILL DESTROY YOURSELVES KESSLEE! YOU WILL DESTROY YOURSELVES!" Emile declared again. The doors closed behind him as that were the last words the Aristocrat uttered before being dragged off.

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Emile Fourneaux felt like two full days had passed. Now he was once again alone in his cell studying the ceiling. The first day had been a complete nervous breakdown where he had once again been rushed into the infirmary. He could feel his body rebuilt with more injections and more drugs. His mind didn't feel dull, which he suspected was half the point. They wanted his senses and his mind lucid and sharp.

Escape. Escape began to consume his thoughts. His guards could come in and out but always a pair of eyes on him. The room once again designed so close to nothing could be hidden. The furnishes were solid pieces. Nothing to chip away or take apart to assemble tools to escape. The cell door proved to be impassible. Perhaps he could fake a nervous breakdown? That seemed to yield a trip to the infirmary though even that was under restrains and heavy guards.

The Count resolved that would have to be the first part of his plan, though in order to escape his restraints he would need to get his hands on a tool. Any tool. Something that could negate a magnetic lock. Rudimentary education spun in his head. Working over the designs of his restraints from what he had seen and what he could possibly use in the room or even...

He took another stirred breath. It was apparent another interrogation session was going to be soon. It was the only time when he was outside of his cell. The thought of revisiting those sensations. He actually ran to his own toilet. PUKING out the contents to the bowl. Fuck... This place was doing a number on him.

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While Emile studied the ceiling, something was studying him through a small camera in the upper corner of the cell. EVE was taking data, every subtle muscle tic, every eye movement, even the puking into the bowl, EVE took into account to compare his action against thousands of psychological profiles, to get a predictive program on what he was going to do next.

He hadn't been fed much other than a tasteless, lukewarm mush comprised of a nutritious algae, it was enough to sustain the body, and nutritionally complete, but had a bland taste, and only water was offered, through a small slot in the glass that sealed shut.

Six Marines, and two Adepts of War returned, the next session with the Aurora Chair was growing close.

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Emile Fourneaux heard the door opened. His attention turning to the group of soldiers and the two men in religious grab. Hands pressed on the glass door. Heart pounding. "... Well did you bring your burlap sack?" He asked the group. Seeing that they stuffed it over his damn head before.