COMMAND & CONQUER
PROJECT GENESIS
PART 1:
DAWN
Author's note: This is a fan project to rewrite/retell the command & conquer TIberium universe story. Seeking to create a cohesive narrative across 4 fan novels, this project, dubbed Project Genesis, seeks to respark peoples interest in the series and give long time fans something new to read. The project will focuss on 4 novels, part 1: Dawn which will retell the story of the first C&C game, and add some new characters that will add a branching narative across the series, it will also tie into the Generals series by the end.
Part 2: Sun, which as the name suggests will focuss on the game of the same name, again mostly retelling the stroy from the perspective of new characters to make the story feel more connected. Part 3: Eclipse which will be a novelization of Tiberium wars and finally Part 4: Ascension which will be a major retelling of Tiberian Twilight.
This will be my first attempt at writing a major fan series and any and all feed back will be greatly appretiated, and as is the case with most Fanfiction works, expect progress to be slow as personal life and work to take priority. And above all I hope readers enjoy.
And a huge shout out to Augustrad, who has been a big help, so be sure to check out his stories.
So enjoy the rebirth of Command and Conquer!
Prologue
London, England
December 21st 18:20
1945
The streets of London were crowded with people, all of them in the midst of the Christmas celebrations. Some were hurrying about doing last minute shopping, while others seemed to just be enjoying the cool evening air. Looking down at the people as they went about their lives you wouldn't have thought that there had been a world war raging only a few months ago. The second world war was over and the Allies had won, but now they were left to pick up the pieces and try to fit them back together.
Two men sat in a third story office, one sat in the windowsill looking down at the street, the other sat at a large wooden desk. Both men were nursing a glass of scotch from a rapidly dwindling bottle. The one who sat at the desk, General Kingsley, refilled his glass then stood up to face the other man. Major Duville, turned from the window, his own glass empty but he made no move to refill it. The office was dark save for a small lamp on the General's desk, the dark green panels on the wall seemed to drink up what little light there was. Unlike most other high ranking military types General Kingsely had no book shelves or military decorations. Instead his office was bare except for the large desk, two chairs, a plant in the corner by the door and two framed news paper articles. One about the start of the war and the other from the end of it. Kingsley walked over and stood beside Major Duville, A grim expression seemed permanently etched into the Frenchman's face, and looked out into the street.
"Did you get your Christmas shopping done Major?" He asked as a means of breaking the long silence that had settled over the two.
"My family managed to flee to Canada before the war reached Paris, I won't make it there for Christmas. So no I didn't." Duville replied as he made his way to the desk to refill his glass. Kingsley simply grunted as he walked past.
"Everyone out there going about their lives, acting like the war never happened." Duville said, a hint of venom slipping into his voice.
"They deserve to move on Duville. It was a long and bloody war, they deserve some happiness." Kingsley took Duville's spot sitting on the windowsill as the other man now stood sipping from his drink.
"The whole world was bloodied by the war Bill. And we're just supposed to act like its all over. The war to end all wars right?" Duville laughed mirthlessly at that.
"But what about the Soviets? The Americans are already getting into a pissing contest with them. How long Bill? How long before the next 'war to end all wars'?" Kingsley didn't reply for a moment. He thought about what Duville was saying, about how things were supposed to return to normal now that the fighting was over. But he had a point, the Allies and the Soviets had already started carving up Europe and made it look like the start of another conflict.
"The U.N." Kingsley said suddenly.
"The United Nations." Duville said it like it left a bad taste in his mouth.
"And you think that they can stop another war? Stop another Hitler from rising up?"
"We have to hope they can, hope got us through the war, it'll get us through now."
"To Hell with hope, we need something more to make sure this never happens again." Duville now spoke with a fire in his voice, a sharp contrast to the subdued mood he had been in when he first walked in.
"You finally going to tell me why you came here?" Kingsley asked, setting down his glass.
"You have Churchill's ear? I have something that could make an actual difference...and I need your help to talk to him." Kingsley let out a loud laugh and pulled out two cigarettes, handing one off to Duville then lighting his own and took a long drag before speaking.
"I have Churchill's ear when he feels like it. So what's so big that you needed to come to me Duville?"
"We almost lost this war Bill. The Americans came in late, sure they helped and turned the tide but they came late. We can't have that again, the next war- and there will be another- we need to be ready." Duville pulled out a folder full of papers from a briefcase he had left sitting on the desk when he came in, more then an hour ago telling from his watch. He handed it off to Kingsley who quickly thumbed through the handful of papers inside. He hummed to himself thoughtfully before asking Duville.
"This is ambitious, even for you Tom. What you are proposing here? It's a hell of a thing, how do you think this will work but the U.N wont?"
"The U.N, the League, same shit different name Bill. But this? This is different, this is a chance at real peace." Both men took a drag from their cigarettes and let out long puffs of smoke that hung in the dark room.
"You sure this will work?"
"Yes." Duville said plainly.
"And you're sure Churchill will go for this?"
"You tell me Bill. When the next crisis comes we have to be ready, all of us united against whatever threatens freedom." Kinglsey let out a long breath.
"So what are you going to call it? When we take this to Churchill?" Duville smiled, a genuine smile for the first time all day.
"The Initiative."
Moscow, Russia
December 21st 14:00
1945
The sounds from the parade barely made it to the office set in the upper floors of the Kremlin. A dark figure stood by the large window watching the procession go by, yet another military parade displaying the Soviets rising power. The figure, a man who appeared in his middle ages, with a bald head and a thick moustache and goatee, and seemed somewhat out of place in his Soviet military uniform. He watched the procession with a hint of amusement. Humans never ceased to amaze him.
He turned at the sound of someone walking into the office. It was man of steel himself, Joseph Stalin. He walked over to his desk without even acknowledging the man at the window.
"Premier, why aren't you watching the parade?" The man asked.
"I made an appearance, but I have more important things to be worrying about Kane." Kane smiled to himself as he took a seat in front of the Soviet leader. 'You and I both' he thought to himself before speaking.
"Whatever you need you know I'm here to help."
"You've proven yourself useful so far Kane, but I still don't trust you or those German scientists you brought with you. Until you can prove to me otherwise." Stalin never looked up from the assortment of papers spread across his desk as he spoke.
"Of course Premier. I hope to earn your trust and prove the loyalty of me and my men." Kane said, outwardly giving the appearance of a meeker man. Inwardly however he smiled darkly, he was the one who had advised Hitler to invade Russia in the first place. Many had questioned the strategy but Hitler had gone through with it none the less, whatever the outcome of the war had been, it all served Kane and the Brotherhood. If Germany had won he would have had a powerful puppet to command, but with their failure came a world in chaos, and he knew had to use chaos to his advantage.
"One empire falls and another rises." Kane said in response. Stalin looked up at that and a thin smile spread across his face.
"The Soviet Empire." He said more to himself. Kane stood up and made his way back to the window, leaving the Russian to his dreams, one empire had fallen and another was racing to take its place. But this was nothing new, Kane had seen it so many times through Humanity's history. He knew that something far greater was coming, something far more then anyone could hope to imagine. He needed to be ready for when that day came, so he would aid the Russians for a time. And in secret he would help build the Brotherhood of Nod into a true force that could contend with any power that might rise. This too was nothing new to him. It had been done countless times through the centuries, as empires and nations made their marks on history then fell into chaos. The Brotherhood always grew stronger in the shadows. Kane smiled to himself again, he had waited for so long to see his vision be completed, and he knew he would not have to wait for much longer.
The world would be changed forever, and in ways far greater then the simple ambitions of man.
Chapter 1
...And so it fell from the sky.
A gift from the Heavens!
As it was fortold by the Messiah...
The Book of Nod Verse 1:1
Berlin, Germany
November 7th 15:00
1995
Ignatio Mobius sat outside of a small diner in Berlin Germany, slowly sipping his coffee and reading the paper. There was only a young couple sitting at the table in front of him, it was just before noon and the city seemed quite. Mobius was wearing his science lab coat and had recieved several odd looks from people, including the young waitress at the diner. Mobius had never really noticed, always consumed by his work, although he had to admit that it did sometimes leave him distratced to everything around him and many people felt he was aloof.
The little dinner sat on a cozy street that would, to the untrained eye, be completly uninteresting. But this street was located right where the Berlin wall once stood. It wasn't too long ago that the wall came down and the soviet union along with it. Now the world was on the edge of the new millennium and the future promises it held, Mobius simply sat and watched the world race past him. The world seemed eager to make its great leaps and bounds but Mobius did not share in the same enthusiasm as his colleagues, in fact he was hungry for a new challenge. Being a child prodigy, and having entered college at the age of 11, he was always looking for something to challenge his mind. He didn't like to think of himself as a vain man, but he couldn't deny the allure of being famous for some great discovery.
He put down the paper and drained the last of his coffee, and as he readied to pay for the drink his attention was diverted as the young couple gasped and began to talk in a panicked tone. He followed their gaze to the growing crowd of people, they all stood like statues and looked up to the sky, cars were begining to pull over and their occupents getting out to look up aswell. Curiosity finally compelled him to go and have a look, only to find a giant ball of fire streak through the mid day sky before disapearing over the horizon just as quickly as it came. As the crowd of people began to talk in concerned tones there was only one thing going through his mind. Finally! Something interesting!
November 8th
22:00
It was late in the evening by the time Mobius got back to his hotle room in Berlin, the UN science convention was running later due to everyone discussing the meteor earlier yesterday morning.
When he finally showered and got himself ready for bed there was a knock on his door. Confusion and a little bit of panic ran through him, the panic growing quickly as he saw two men in black suits outside his door.
"What do you want?" He yelled through the door.
"Dr. Mobius? We need t talk to you." One of the men yelled back, in an American accent.
"And who are you?" He saw the two exhanged a look before the one spoke again.
"We are agents of the United Nations Global Defence Intiative."
"Never heard of you."
"Dr. Mobius please open the door sir. We are here to talk to you about an...important matter."
"And why do you need to talk to me specifically? you are in a hotel full of other scientists."
"Because we were told that you are the best of the best. Are you not sir?" Mobius felt both flattered and insluted at the same time. The man was clearly playing on his ego, and damn him because it worked. He opened the door and allowed the two men in.
"So what do you want?"
"First off, my name is agent Davenport and this is agent Petrov." A Russian? Mobius throught to himself, how odd.
"Well mister Davenport what can a simple scientist do for you?"
"We came here to discuss a rather sensitive issue. The United Nations is trying to put toether a rapid response unti."
"Rapid response to what?"
"The meteor yesterday."
"And what's so important and sensitive about the meteor?" The two men exhcanged looks again before Davenport said.
"You wouldn't believe me if i told you sir." Mobius would have thought the two men were joking had it not been for Davenport's serious demeanor.
"I'm a brilliant man, why don't you try and explain." Davenport sighed and motioned for Mobius to sit on the bed, then he began to explain why they had been sent to get him.
Mobius was still trying to process what the two agents had told him as he was now being rushed off to the Berlin airport. The small black sudan that he had been ushered into was now pulling up to a small helicopter with the U.N logo and colors painted on it. Davenport and the other agent quickly helped Mobius onto the helicopter without really giving him time to get his bearings. He had left all of his belongings back in the hotel, only left with the clothes he was wearing.
As Mobius setlled into the seat Davenport went to speak with the pilots, leaving him with the other man, Petrov. Mobius gave him a smile but the Russian simply gave him a stone faced response. Eventually the excitement of everything gave way to exhaustion, and Mobius fell asleep just as the helicopter took off.
When he woke up he noticed Petrov was still asleep in front of him, while Davenport was on a cell phone talking with someone. Mobius stretched his tired muscles then decided to peer out the window. seeing a lush countryside roll by far below.
"Where are we?" He asked.
"Italy, heading to Rome." Davenport replied, having set down his cell phone. Petrov began to stir and mumbled something in Russian.
"Does he speak English?" Mobius asked Davenport.
"Da I speak English Mr. Mobius." Petrov replied in a rather deep and heavily accented voice. Mobius didn't say anything after that and merely sat back in his seat. Mobius was a man who didn't allow prejudice to affect his work, but even he had to admit that he was a little uncomfortable around Russians. The cold war didn't end that long ago.
The helicopter crested a hill before he finally saw their destination, a massive base of tents and vehicles arrayed around the crater created by the meteor. Flood lights and hasitly errected fences surrounded the inner rim of the crater, the helicopter made its way towards a small clearing next to a tent larger then all the others. It must have been the command tent Mobius guessed. There was a large logo of a diving eagle on its side with the lettters U.N.G.D.I written underneath. He had never heard of that branch of the United Nations. The helicopter finally landed and the two agents hopped out then helped Mobius slowly get down. As soon as they were off technicians rushed out to refuel the helicopter and the two agents took Mobius towards the command tent. When they enterd he noticed a flurry of people around the tent, computers were set up on one side and a large table on the other. Davenport walked Mobius over to the table while Petrov walked towards a consession station, Mobius suddenly felt hungry as he watched him go.
They walked up to a young black man in a military uniform with the same diving eagle symbol, and a name tag that read Solomon on it. Davenport stood rimrod straight as he waited for him to notice them, Mobius simply looked around the tent. The man, Solomon, finally finished his conversation with someone and turned to the two.
"Agent Davenport you're hear, excellent. Is this Dr. Mobius?"
"Yes Lieutenant, I'll leave him in your care." Davenport turned around and left without saying anything to Mobius.
"Dr. its good to finally meet you, My name is James Solomon and I work for GDI."
"GDI? I've never heard of it."
"You will when we get you debrified, but first I need to show you exactly what it is we brought you out here for."
"I'm very curious to see...the mineral." Solomon motioned for Mobius to follow him out of the tent before saying.
"To be honest we've got every major science department we could think of to get over here."
Mobius wanted to ask more questions but Solomon picked up the pace and he had to strain to keep up. They walked through the tent city past scientists and militry personel going about their various tasks, most bearing the GDI symbol. They finally reached the line of fences that surrounded the impact site, guarded by menancing looking soldiers with large rifles, these men however didn't have the diving eagle bet instead the Italian flag on their shoulders. They saluted Solomon and let them through and Mobius stopped in his tracks at what he saw. The massive rock was covered in a glowing green cyrstal, but what stunned him the most was that the crystals were growing! He looked closer and saw that they were growing in the ground around the meteor aswell and he could even see small crystal begin to poke out of the ground beyond the fence line.
"This, Dr., is what we need you for. We might be looking the single greatest discovery in human history." Mobius didn't say anything, instead he simply looked down at the growing cyrstals, they were oddly beutiful.
Decades later Ignatio Mobius would think back to that moment and realize just how underwhelming James Solomon's statement was.
Tiber River, Italy
1995
Several hours earlier
Kane stood and watched the fires slowly die down around the impact of the meteor. His men were already rushing to the site to collect samples. He simply stood there and for onece in his impossibly long life, he was overwhelmed. After millenia of waiting his salvation finally had arrived, now he could put his final plan into motion. It would still be some time before his final vision was realised but it was so close now that he began to feel emotions he long ago forgot. He looked at his hand and noticed it was shacking, he was transfixed on it as one of his engineers ran up to him,
"Sir, we've collected several samples but our scouts report local forces on route to the crash site."
"We have enough, perpare to pack up and leave. The moment of our salvation is had hand, soon we shall emerge from the shadows."
"Peace through power" And with that he ran back to the others, Kane made his way to large truck at the head of a small convoy of three other vehicles. Most being loaded with special crates designed to help contain the green crystals that were now spreading out past the meteor. Kane could not help himself from smiling, not a jovial smile, but one you would find on a predatory animal.
Destiny was finally at hand.
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Author's Note: I had originally uploaded this story back in April of 2018. The story was a mess of spelling mistakes and I was increadibly unhappy with the 4 chapters I had uploaded. So I decided to take it down and re-edit everything until I was happy with it.
Now it has been reuploaded and I am far more happy with how the story is progressing, I am also setting aside more time to actually work on this story and get chapters uploaded more regularly.
I fully intend to complete this project, and while it may take far longer then I had originally predicted, I am not going to abondon it.
So I hope you all enjoy this fan-fiction
Until next time.