Star Trek Immortals: The Eugenics Wars
Prologue.
Perhaps the darkest chapter in the history of humanity was the Eugenics Wars, some even called it World War III. A time when mankind's proudest achievement turned against him. A group of genetically modified humans called "Augments" took over the world. What no one knows is how this came about, my name at the time was Jonas Brack, but you may know me better is Mr. Flint. I will now tell you the forgotten story of the Eugenics wars, a tale of science, betrayal murder and attempted extermination of an entire species of humans.
Chapter One:
The Beginning.
At a small road side café in Alexandria he sat quietly drinking from his cup of coffee; something he hadn't been able to do for months since this whole war began, threw his long life he had seen many wars from the basic sword to sword battles to the inevitable wars with gun and cannon yet the one thing that had really worried him like most people on this planet was the ever looming threat of Nuclear War.
Slowly he sat back and took sip of his drink as the all to familiar sensation of the presence of another immortal filled his body, his eyes darted around the street looking to find whom ever was nearby, a challenger maybe? He hadn't taken a head in almost 50 years. Suddenly his table was broken by a falling man as he jumped too his feet the man looked up at him panic stricken quickly he grabbed the man by his tunic and shouted.
"RUN, THEY'RE COMING!"
"Who? What the hell are you talking bout?"
"HUNTERS! They know what we are, get out of here!"
A gun shot echoed threw the streets as the panic stricken immortal fell too his knees in pain, quickly Brack grabbed him and pulled him up and ran with him down the street followed quickly by the 'Hunters'
"Thanks, who are you?"
"Jonas Brack what the hell is going on?"
"Perhaps we should save this conversation for another time, we've gotta get outta here!"
The wounded immortal's English accent ringed threw the streets in Brack pulled him into a small back alley and behind a dumpster as the 'Hunters' rounded the corner and slowly followed them. With a slight whisper Brack looked directly at the man.
"Do you have a weapon? A sword a gun… anything?"
With a slight nod he pulled out a sword from inside his long coat and handed it to Brack.
"Stay down! I'll take care of this!"
"Wait! You don't understand…"
His calls fell on deaf ears as the old immortal stood and walked towards the four men.
"lower your guns, let's settle this like gentleman"
A large laugh came from behind them as they moved aside to reveal a large man, his long dark hair flowed over his chiselled shoulders his cold eyes sent a slight chill down Brack's spine as he took a large curved Scimitar sword and raised it too Brack.
"I believe this is the traditional response too your challenge… Am I right?"
Quickly the tall man ran it him with lightening speed as he stepped to one side and sliced threw the air with his sword, his age old reflexes sliced threw the man's hair as he turned too look at him.
"Nice move, enough foreplay!"
Quickly he lunged at his opponent with his sword whipping threw the air, metal clashed against metal as the old immortal tried to keep up with large dark man, each expertly timed movement was followed by an even more deadly one until eventually the inevitable strike came as the large scimitar sword slashed his stomach harshly he fell too the floor.
"Take this one! Kill the other!"
"Yes my lord!"
"Wait! Take his sword and his head! I want too see this 'quickening' for myself"
With a smile on their faces the four 'Hunters' took the large weapon from Brack and moved towards the injured immortal and raised the sword, quickly with out warning the immortal grabbed a knife from under his belt and thrusted it into a hunter with all the force he could muster, then he grabbed a gun and fired rapidly at the three other man before standing.
"Release him! Or you will be next!"
"Immortals! Scum of this and any other earth! Do you not want his head? His power? I believe that is your way"
A gun shot echoed threw the alley way as a shocked Brack looked up too see the large man drop too his knees with blood pouring from his left foot.
"It's not my way... Brack get up!"
Slowly they walked towards the injured large man. The gun placed between his eyes as they both looked directly at him.
"Who are you?"
"GO TOO HELL!"
"You first!"
Slowly he squeezed down on the trigger only too be greated by the empty click of the gun.
"You lucky Bastard!"
The two immortals then turned ran back down the alley way and disappeared into a gathering crowd.
Hours later the two Immortals found them selves sharing a drink in a cafe on the far side of the city.
"Who was that guy?"
"He is the one reason we are all on the run… he is a very powerful man. A product of genetic manipulation…"
"Manipu… An Augment? Why is he after immortals?"
"From what I have heard, he found out about experiments carried out on immortals a many years ago, some scientist wanted to create the perfect soldier, it began in the early 1990s with an experiment called 'Uni-sol' reanimation of dead tissue, however that experiment failed disastrously with two units code named 'GR-13 and GR-44' a scientist called Dr. Christopher Gregor ran that program, it was shut down shortly after going active and a new program was initiated, Gregor stayed on as advisor. That man we've just had a pleasant encounter with is the worst, his name is Noonien Singh, other wise known as Khan. A very dangerous individual… for some reason he's rounding up immortals, I don't know why"
Slowly Brack sat back and ran his fingers threw his grey hair as he looked up at the roof, immortals had been identified before, but this seemed to be far more dangerous, Augmented humans… he thought of an old quote that seemed too fit this situation.
"Superior ability breeds superior ambition"
"That perfectly sums up this Khan, he is the worst of the worst. Never has our existence been in so threatened by another since the Kurgan prayed on us all! Thank Connor Macleod for that one"
"And you know this how?"
"I was tracking 'Khan'. I have since he came to our attention six months ago"
"Our attention?"
"Watchers Mr Brack, watchers"
Finishing his drink the unusual man stood and made his way slowly too the door before turning back to his companion.
"Hey Brack! Don't loose your head!"
"Thanks, But who the hell are you?"
"Some call me Adam, to others I'm Methos!"
With a slight nod he left the café as Brack turned back too his drink, unaware of the man three tables too his left watching him with interest as he over heard the whole conversation that had just taken place when slowly, shielded by his newspaper he picked up a small radio, punched in a code and began too speak.
"This is GR-19 to home base, let the big man know we have another one, I'll maintain distance and track. Out!"
