Project Genesis - Episode One: Semile, 'Tis for Thee

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Location: Somewhere in Southern Semile. Time: Around 1: 00 AM EST.

Exiting the back of a small hovering car, a rebel leader walked towards a seemingly useless government building. The smell of a Cuban cigar braced itself with the cold air of Semile nights. Rain piddled on the ground, as it did every night in the domed city-state. The leader saw this as a waste of resources, why bother when everything else was artificial.

The new smell of pollution steaming out of the building left a burning sensation in his lungs. Human waste had to go somewhere and of course a great hiding space for a mobile group of people was a sewer plant; at least for the time being. His small band of allies that had followed him, now were forming behind him in a dark stairway. All were wearing the uniforms of the Salvage Teams. It was a pain grey overall and rubberized boots; all in all, very utilitarian. The rebels then came to large heavy door. It was sealed tight and only would open after the password was confirmed.

Lights around the door lit up as Dante Luxemburg spoke the password in Spanish. The word was then recorded and listened to by the security team inside for confirmation. The door then split apart. Both sides, receding into the walls.

The group continued in through a chamber where they were scanned over incase one of them was an unknown cyborg or anything that may be hidden inside them. An alert went off. The rebel froze, sweat now came down his forehead.

“Shoot him,” Luxemburg coolly mentioned. One of the men then drew a pistol and shot his former ally at point blank range. With no sign of remorse, the cigar smoking officer continued forward, “Make sure you dispose of that waste.”

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The next scan lasted for 15 seconds and from there they entered the base. Luxemburg headed straight for the planning room with the squad members departing and going elsewhere in the base. He looked around at his surroundings. Injured men being were moaning and begging for help. Sadly, no help would be there for them. A man showing up beaten and shot up would bring suspicion. A small android started to inject a poison into their blood streams. The rebels would then enter a blissful sleep and by morning they would be in kingdom come. The last raid had granted them this wonder drug and they would use it until the last drop was gone.

The first level of this new “base” was always messy with either blood or empty clips and shells or any form of matter that was stuck in the treads of boots. Yet another good reason for choosing a sewer plant as a base.

Dante then entered a large elevator. With him followed several other rebels whom would be attending the Brotherhood’s next mission. The rebel officer pressed on a small panel for the elevator to begin moving down several levels to get to the planning room.

The base was in good condition even if some areas were still being worked on. The smooth metal walls and the well lit rooms one the lower levels. This was plant had once been a military base that had been through a lot but still amazed all who entered it.

The elevator stopped and the group continued through several more hallways before finally entering the planning room. It was dark and lit with a green hue. Screens stretched throughout the circular room, displaying images of different parts of the city and outlands.

It seemed that Deirdre, Asheron, Yuri. and some others were there waiting. The chairs were now full with some standing of the “Reunion Company” standing.

“Let’s get down to business then.” The overseer had a small remote in her hand and pointed it at the screen, having it illuminate with a cargo ship appearing.

“We have been spying on the enemy and have finally received enough information on Project Genesis and it’s location. It appears that the target will be transported in it. Now to answer any questions before they are asked, this ship is being surrounded by several smaller gunships.” She looked in the direction of one officer who was about to speak. Meanwhile, the screens that surrounded the room began to display the blueprints of the cargo ship.

“There is a military speeder that is going to meet up in a halfway marker of the ships’ route. Luckily we will have enough time to reach it before it leaves.” The new officer then circled the others as they all looked over the dome and at the screens.

“Each of you will be sent in by disguise, as Salvage Workers. Yuri and Asheron will carry pamphlets that will make it appear that the Norfolkians were responsible for the capture of this so called Messiah. From there we will have several others to await our arrival at a checkpoint on the edge of the city. Those already living in that area will help you through security as Deirdre has managed to override it. After we have made it into the ship, we will then need to capture Project Genesis and extract in time at that checkpoint. From there we hope to have a successful escape back to base. HQ will also be updating the best they can on the situation with troop movements and security. Remember that the target is not to be harmed or killed. We cannot afford to lose any information on Genesis.” The young officer froze in place with arms crossed. She looked over the others to be assured they understood.

“You have your mission now. Prepare yourselves and then report to the garage. From there, everyone will be given further Intel.” Commander Dante finally spoke.

With that, the screens returned to view the battlefield and the group started off for preparations. Some dressing accordingly and weapons detail while others went to get something to eat and say so long to others.


[SUMMARY: THE REBELS HAVE BEEN ORGANIZED BY THEIR LOCAL COMMADARE NAMED DANTE LUXEMBURG. THEIR MISSION IS TO CAPTURE GENESIS BY SNEAKING ABOARD THE AIRSHIP THAT WILL BE TRANSPORTING HER TO A NEW LOCATION. ONCE ABOARD, THE REBELS DRESSED AS MEMBERS OF A CRUSADER MILITIA CALLED THE SALVAGE CREW WILL KIDNAP THE MESSIAH AND DEAL A BLOW TO THE REGIME’S NEW LEADER. THEY WILL THEN MAKE IT APPEAR THAT THE PLOT WAS INSPIRED BY RADICAL NORFOLKIANS AND START A WAR BETWEEN THE TWO NATIONS.]
 
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Yuri took one of the gray overalls that where hanging it appeared to be the right size, good pockets too. He changed into his disguise finishing off with the black work boots and white helmet, checked the small carry bag to make sure the pamphlets where in place, leaving nothing to chance he put a few grimy salvage manuals in there too.

He was a little uneasy about going in unarmed but understood the plan, and the need for delicacy. And its not as if those crusader zealots was expecting this right?
 
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Standing in the far back of the gathering, the albino stood mostly apart from everyone else. Something tugged at the back of Asheron's mind. The plan was sound enough, but for the distinction of being as particularly noticeable as he was, and the dubious effectiveness of mere pamphlets to convince the Crusaders that Norfolkians were the ones involved in the attack- but that wasn't what was bothering him.

This Project Genesis was supposed to be the Crusaders' apparent Messiah. Their disguises were meant to get them close to the Project to kidnap it, but once the kidnapping was in progress and it was apparent who they were- or rather, who they were not- how were they supposed to subdue it? At the very least, the Project would have some defense capabilities of it's own- surely the Crusaders wouldn't have been so naive as to make their Project itself, their apparent savior-to-be, inherently helpless?

"I would like to know if I will have anything to hide my particular... condition," he began, moving forward to be recognized as well as to take his own disguise, "But also, what of the Project itself? Human, cyborg, or otherwise, I doubt it will simply come along with us quietly. Will we have anything for the purpose of subduing it?"
 

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Location: St Leopold’s Cathedral, Time 1:35 AM EST

Tobias continued to look outside of his office inside of the massive cathedral he was stationed in, growing impatient by the second. His father had approved of the move of Genesis from the Northern parts of Semile to the capital square called Ceylesene. In hind sight, it didn’t help that the former High Priest had passed away. The Ministry of Defense was one of those branches that stuck to a planned schedule and refused to alter it. They sent out the orders for the oversized flying machine to transport the girl to be closer to Ceylesene and that’s how it was going to stay.

Still, Tobias felt trapped by that concept, here was something belittling about being an Executive Head of State and yet to be controlled by dinosaurs from last regime. It seemed that he was always sent to his room, and they only reason given to him, was that they were protecting him. Maybe this is why he respected the l4 year old woman. From the few times he met her, he could tell she felt trapped just as he did.

He had gone from being a simple farm boy to the high priest. Nothing like this happened to just everyone, the Lord had chosen him, and he couldn’t just stand around and do nothing and let those around him controlling his actions.*The High Priest understood that their statements to be both a truth and a lie, they feared him because he was new blood that would more likely support the new radicals of the Party, instead of the old. Tobias was coming to see that the only way for change to come was to stick with the head of Department of Public Affairs, Thaddeus Dayne.

He knew that mean like Grazer meant well for the Party, but that he was also try to control him. Many times he would ask why he wasn’t allowed to attend the meetings and was never given a straight answer.

Walking over to his desk, he picked up the phone to call his secretary.

“Hello, Marianne, where is Thaddeus Dayne?” He asked in a stern voice.

“Sir, it’s late at night… I’m sorry but I don’t think it’s a good idea to bother him now. In fact, I really should be going home, sir. I can’t keep pulling all nighters… I have classes in the morning.”

“Fine, go home. Just have him meet me in my office as soon as possible. There's something I need to discuss with him.” He said as he slammed the phone back in place.

Tobias would speak of Project Genesis to Dayne. He himself couldn’t help but be fascinated by the teen. He found her to be remarkable, enchanting, even like a little sister to him. He never really had any siblings to look after.

Making his way outside of his room, he walked past the few janitors that were vacuuming the floor; but made no interest to begin speaking with anyone.

He then entered his personal quarters and closed the door behind him. Unbuttoning his shirt, he laid down on his bed. Looking over at a small photo of him and Sahar, he smiled knowing that he would soon get to see her again.
 

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</td></tr><Tr><td colspan="3"><p>And in the central aisle, painted in the stainglass light of the overhead dome, Thaddeus Dayne stood with Sergeant Gustave.</p><p>"Williams was a bloated, child-molesting oaf," muttered Gustave, snapping his knuckles as he shifted from foot to foot. His steely glare ran over the banks of computers, where the life of the late Captain Williams was being retroactively alchemised.</p><p><b>"Sometimes I wonder why I bring your here, Grazer,"</b> replied Dayne, checking his eyebrows in a silver hand-mirror as he stood. <b>"Just think, my friend, of the wonders I shall imbue your own life with, when your days are spent."</b></p><p>He moved over to one of the screens, his mechanical fingers clamping an operative's shoulder as he gave more orders. <b>"No. Make his fiancee seven months pregnant. She'll rename the child after her devoted husband and have it pre-enrolled in the Crusade Expeditionary Force. No other children."</b></p><p>"I am a soldier," grunted Gustave from behind him, "I have served my country. I need no lies on my tombstone."</p><p>Dayne smiled as he carried on pacing behind the line of operatives, watching a second group create a background and identity for the imaginary fiancee. <b>"If only all citizens were as pure as you, Gustave."</b> His metal fingers jabbed another worker. <b>"Transfer the female casualties to Novacorps. I want post-mortem violations engineered. Anal and vaginal. Get confessions from the captured mercenaries."</b></p><p>Dayne stepped around the statue-like form of one of the Cyborg guards, leaning over another operative. <b>"Anything on the sniper?"</b></p><p>"Partial image, Sir," replied the worker, bringing up a blurry half-shadow of Yuri in the windows.</p><p>Dayne's blue eyes narrowed, and he corrected a strand of his pure blond hair before continuing. <b>"Re-engineer the image for the midday broadcast. I want Norfolkian insignia, special ops from the Cawderane insurgents."</b></p><p>Dayne turned and moved back to the centre of the chamber, his eloquent voice resounding from the high walls. <b>"New fabrication: Captain Williams was a forthright advocate for military action against the Cawderane Foothills. In his honour, bombing runs in that region will be increased, so that his assassination does not succeed in derailing this policy."</b></p><p>He moved close to Gustave, speakly quietly to the taller man. <b>"Send a unit to Williams' house. If there are any child-slaves in his basement, bring them to the Ministry. We'll kill two birds with one stone. Have their hymens and sphincters repaired, then duplicate the round used to kill Williams. I want those children executed with the same rounds and put on ice. We may need them in the future."</b></p><p>The two men turned as a Custodian Guard snapped to attention at the other end of the aisle, the stainglass light reflecting from his visor. "Minister Dayne, the Office of the High Priest has been trying to reach you all night. He requires your presence at the Ziggurat."</p><p>Dayne's face almost faltered, a slight twitch of annoyance threatening his beauty. He nodded to the guard then turned back to Gustave, muttering, <b>"The Farm Boy's infecting his own staff with his incompetence. They can't even manage a simple phonecall."</b></p><p>A crooked smile came to Gustave's face, "Then perhaps we should have his pretty secretary replaced?"</p><p>Dayne grinned back, flashing devilish eyes at his friend. <b>"Now now, let's not be reckless."</b> He fixed the collar of his indigo robes and strode away down the aisle, an escort of soldiers and cyborgs falling into step around him.</p><p>And as he left the chamber, there was only the sound of tapping keyboards and the low murmurs of faceless operatives rewriting the annals of history.</p></td></tr></table>



[SUMMARY: Thaddeus Dayne supervises the propaganda machine, directing the Ministry of Information to distort the reports of Yuri's attack. He then departs to meet with the High Priest.]
 

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Location: The Governor’s Mansion (Sahar’s home), 6:45 AM

Although she had the body of a young teen, Sahar at times didn’t act it. While the rest of the girls her age were snoozing, dreaming of handsome princes charging in to save them from their childish nightmares, the white haired girl was lying on her bed.

Genesis then sat up, a strange thought had popped in her head. It was a man, only not someone she recognized or had encountered before. He was handsome but looked weary. This figure wore a coat that almost reached the floor. Sahar grabbed one of the pencils she had jabbed into the wall earlier and focused on making the drawing. She started to scratch away at the paper. As the strokes got clearer, it appeared to be a man of around the age of twenty four or twenty six.

As she finished, it struck her mind, “Hey… He looks vaguely familiar… Who is he? I feel like I should know…Uh, I guess that it doesn’t really matter. I was put in suspended hibernation for several months…But I should know…”

She then groaned and crumbled the sheet of paper into a crumpled ball.

“I’m just over reacting again… This is the third time this week, he‘s appeared in my mind…I need to stay relaxed…”.

Sahar looked down from the massive windows to view the black sands of the Coast of Lnychwood. In the distance, she could see one of the Crusaders naval’s monitors slowly steaming their way in the ocean

“Cool, those are the new Zeuxis Class ships! But, I wonder why they are coming so close?”

She looked around the edge of the railing to see that there was no sign of an enemy storm boat or any of the outdated airships that the rebels used. Sahar then stretched her arms and walked to the door nearest to the railing that she was currently near.

What she had failed to notice was a sleek white airship following over head that was going to transport her to her new home.


[Summary: Sahar has a vision up in her head of someone he believes she knows but has never met before in her life. She then reveals she has been having weird thoughts like these for the past week. Looking out her window again, she watches naval ships floating near the shore, but fails to look up, seeing the fancy airship that will be taking her to the capital grounds.]
 
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“The Old Guard simply wants a chance to prove itself. Not to mention keeping her here would pile up some paperwork for the suits.” Setem said over the phone. “No I completely understand that it is the best for her, after all I am her new assigned body guard and I do not object to this. I just find transporting her out in the open like this is…risky.” He went silent for a minute as the voice on the phone filled the room. Nobody, besides Setem, could make out what they were saying. “The only chip you have is me huh? Mind you I still think this is a gamble.” Once again the voice rang out through the room. “Is that supposed to be a threat? Well you can tell your superiors that if something goes wrong on this mission they can only blame themselves.” Setem was quiet once again. “They do not mean squat? A well timed sniper shot could take out an airship. I have seen it done before so do not say it cannot happen………….Yes I understand. No need to repeat yourself, after all what intelligent answer am I going to get from a low end subordinate.” Setem hung up the phone slightly annoyed. “I cannot believe they are sending her to the square in an easily targeted ship. The fleet is nearly ten times the size of a normal one meaning that many potential information leaks as well as spies or even assassins.” Setem mumbled to himself. He proceeded outside just in time to see all of the airships on the horizon. With his remaining time he decided to practice some of his skills right in the front yard. The morning dew offered a nice amount of water for his practice.
 

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Not once in his long reign as a minister had Grazer ever had to deal with such rebellious youths. First a new Farm Boy as the Head of Faith and now the Messiah’s new body guard had the audacity to openly question the usage of an airship, via direct orders by the now deceased Leopold the Red. The Old Guard had always been convservative about altering commands and liked to stick to a plan. Leopold's unexpected death left Grazer the only one of them left.

Leopold was a man that Mr. Grazer had respected. When there were terrorist attacks, he forced the massive clone army of the Crusaders in and crushed everyone even remotely connected to those damn liberal scum. Now all the new agers seemed to do in his old conservative mind was waste resources on the Ministry of Information, and all that Dayne did was rewrite facts on his own whimsical terms. To a military man, it was a waste of time. Propaganda rarely worked to win over the minds of citizens, the force of the armed forces did.

“What a waste of a guard.” Grazer thought to himself as he heard Setem hang up on, “There’s no way, I am going to allow for such flit to tamper with the Messiah. I’ll much sure as soon as Genesis reaches the Square, I’ll have him arrested and sent off to the work camps.”

But wait a second, maybe the foolish guard had a good idea.... The show of military power was what he loved most. Each airship and gun boat in the Crusader Naval Forces was a sign of military perfection and art.

He then right-clicked a yellow button on the phone, “Yes, this is Minister Grazer, I’m calling for reinforcements to protect the Tesla. I want as many ships as possible for this mission. We need a grand parade.”

Grazer thought much of himself for the rest of day, this grand parade of the Airship Navy would easily raise morale in these parts. A fleet of mini-ships delivering the Messiah to her peoples. What better way to celebrate her coming?


[Summary: Grazer calls for more airships to come to the aid of the Tesla, the grand airship that will be bringing Sahar to the Capital Square. He does this more of a show of power, much like how the Soviet Union used to throw grand parades to show their military might and raise morale.]
 

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"Yeah, I got the info right here. Where ya want it?" Val Mancini replied to the voice on the phone, sitting back in his chair and twirling a flashdrive keyring around his fingers with the air of a man that accomplished the impossible.

He nodded his head at the response. "Uh huh. And my money? Info like this changes the world. I think that's worth a little more than what you offered."

There was a long pause, followed by Val flashing a grin. He caught the flashdrive in his hands. "Now, I wouldn't go saying stuff like that. What if copies of this little baby was sent to some... other interested parties. Ones that would be happy to pay ol' Val a pretty penny higher for stuff about that Genesis thing."

"I knew you'd understand." He hung up the phone, reaching over to his desk to pickup a cigar and light it up. "Hey Wade! Get in here!"

Rhiannon Wade stepped in the room and immediately had to raise up her hand and catch the keychain. She blinked. "Yes sir?"

"You're going to deliver this for Daddy at 7th and 4th. There should be a nice big case of money for it. If not... kill them."

"Do what?" she asked, quickly. "What for?" Kill them? Wasn't that... overkill?

"Kill them. Don't you give that keyring to ANYONE unless it's for the cash, got it? You come back without that cash, you're the one that's gonna be dead. No more 'but Miss Emily!'s about it! Use that fancy finger wigglin' or blow up their heads or somethin'."

Rhiannon clamped her mouth shut. Cash or dead people. What was so important about the keyring? Was this that stuff from last night? "Yes sir." Turning on a heel, she marched out the door.


Summary: The "stuff" Val Mancini stole the prior evening is data relating to Genesis on the keyring. He's selling it to a currently unnamed source. Rhiannon is supposed to take it and deliver it.
 

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The vehicles the small units rode upon traveled at a slow pace, adding to the over all tension in the air. They were captured government halftracks, of an older model. As far as Yuri was concerned, it added a certain excitement to the air, it was rare for any of the various rebel groups to actually work together on the same mission. There were at least four vehicles on route, to the average citizen, this was just another drill that the police were covering. Dante watched the streets with a scope to seek out a person they needed to have in order for their ploy to work.

"Don't worry about a thing my comrades." Dante mentioned, "We have ourselves an ally from the Registered Classes that has been more than supportive of our noble cause. With the enlisted help of a young woman with some kind of mutant ability, we will be able to conquer Genesis' body guards with ease and our plan will be fool-proof. There the beauty is."

Meanwhile, Rhiannon stood standing on one of the corner intersections of 7th and 4th were the half tracks were currently idling. Dante, whom was still smoking his cigar then gave his orders to kidnap the woman.

"If only I didn't have to follow that man's lead.... I still find this to be over-kill..."

What Mr. Val had failed to inform his unwilling criminal pet, was that she was to join the raid to capture Genesis and had informed one of Dante‘s governmental allies to set up a faux exchange of money. Two muscular men, dressed as government soldiers then grabbed the young woman and shoved her into Dante’s Halftrack. A burlap bag was shoved over her face, so she couldn't see or control her surroundings.

“Welcome aboard, Miss 06.” Dante grinned, “First thing, first. Here’s your little change for the information hidden on you.”

A large metal box was shoved on her lap, “You are going to have the time of your life, hun. So sit back and enjoy the ride.”

And on that cue, the half tracks started to gain speed…


Doctor Amy Sherriden stood next to Sahar. Neither of them were morning people. The doctor still didn’t understand the notion behind the move to the capital, though she figured that the government probably didn’t like the teen messiah being concealed from their ever watchful eyes. Sahar had a habit of purposely seeking out every bug, wire, and tapping device in the Governor’s Mansion she called home.

“Mom, I don’t trust this move… I have a bad feeling about this.”

Amy didn’t want to answer because she didn’t like the concept much better than Sahar did, but knew that the young woman was seeking some kind of reassurance.

She lowered herself to Sahar’s eye level, “There’s nothing to fear. I’ll be here to protect you. I won’t let anything bad happen to you.” The statement was frivolous but it was the best thing Dr. Sherriden could do for now.

The airship had now landed, Setem was the first one to walk towards it. Deep down, much like the mother and daughter, he found this idea absurd and wanted to find a smarter means of moving Sahar from region to region.

His request would go unheeded and in the grand scheme of things, they should have listened…


End of Chapter One​
 
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