Tempus: Native
Prologue:
Oath Sign
Date: Unknown…
Location: Tempus Headquarters…
Religion is a lie.
They say that when you die, you have two choices. Heaven for those who followed the commandments that God had given to Moses. Hell to those who had fallen into the Seven Circles of Hell.
Then again, there's also reincarnation for those who follow the Buddhist path and seek enlightenment under some dumb tree.
No one ever tells you of a fourth option and it's one you never thought would exist. One run by the gods:
Tempus Autem Custos
Time Guardian
This particular order keeps track of time, makes sure it runs smoothly and sends in agents when the stream has been corrupted by the Dark Ones. Those who had fallen from Heaven and sought the destruction of peace.
Funny thing is, the only way to join this 'elite' team is to die.
And not in the nicest way.
We are bounded by laws that we must uphold despite our opinions or beliefs:
Exchange. Something of equal value or greater must be exchanged for the desired outcome.
2. Time is an irreversible process. Once a reaction has been commenced it cannot be stopped until the process is complete.
3. It was forbidden, and thus generally impossible, for agents to meet each other out of temporal sequence, and specifically prohibited an agent from meeting their former selves.
4. An object from a non-existent timeline cannot be present in the current timeline.
It was like a job, except no pay, no vacations or holiday or health insurance and there was no job interview to attend. Oh sure, you got to live the life filled with adventure, romance, danger and whatever adrenaline junkies craved. But at what cost?
"Welcome back, Agent Halliwell. How was your mission?" the female robotic voice belonged to IRIS greeted the young woman who stepped out of the glowing blue single door with TDL sidelights and a half round transom that showed a mixture of purple, green and light blue vortex.
"As well as you can expect," Alexis answered as the door closed behind her and disappeared into thin air. "Was everything documented?"
"The data provided has been successfully stored within the archives. It has been filed under 'Grandpré,' in your Verbatim for your own desired purpose as per your usual arrangement."
True to her word, the data of her mission and everything involved with it and later was synced into her Verbatim, the silver brace attached to her left wrist and just below her elbow.
"Agent Halliwell, Commander Harven has requested your presence upon your immediate return. Shall I inform him of it?"
"Barely back for five minutes and he already wants me off again," Alexis muttered under her breath, letting out a tired sigh as she stepped down from the small, white podium. "No, I'll head there now. Keep it a surprise."
"Very well."
Without waiting, the young woman glanced at her reflection in the clear automatic doors in front of her. Her aubergine brown hair was still tied back in its low bun from her time in New Orleans. Amber eyes stared back at her in their usual close set eyes state, despite their young appearance, these eyes were old. No longer did she wear the slave clothing she had adorned during her mission, but a black and silver metal suit made of iron that covered her entire body from neck to her feet, leaving fingers bare.
Taking a deep breath, she stepped forward and strode down the hallway after the doors had opened up. Along the way, she had walked through the main hanger and found a group of people in white suits similar to hers staring at the place in awe.
New recruits, she thought, watching each of them take in the sight of the futuristic/Victorian-styled headquarters that was the home and birth place of the Tempus Order.
"Everyone, may I have your attention please," Grant, a fifty-one year old British man called across the excited chatter. His suit was similar to hers, only his fingers were covered; it was dark grey with white padding over his knees, elbows, shoulders and wrists. "This is the main hanger of the headquarters where you will find many agents, librarians, keepers and healers will pass through here."
Spotting her, Grant waved her over.
"Here is an agent now," he informed the new recruits who all stared at her as Alexis walked over towards the old man. "This is Agent Halliwell."
"Newbies?" Alexis asked him and he nodded. She then glanced at each and every one of them individually. "Then may I be the first agent to welcome you all then to the order."
A dark skinned woman held up her hand and Alexis's gaze was drawn to her. "If I may ask, what are the groups? A-And how are we sorted into them?"
By her shy, if not, withdrawn behavior, Alexis assessed that she was still coming to terms of her death and wanted to know her fate.
Possibly religious too, must have been a shock to have awoken here, she figured before opening her mouth. "If you are here, then you have been assigned to associate with time and not space. There are four main groups you can fall into and many sub-groups underneath those. The main ones are the following:"
"Keepers observe the time-stream and keep track of all the movements made by the enemy. They also discover disruptions and send agents to deal and fix the problem."
"Librarians work in the archives and record all data and historical events of every living creature, whether they be human or not. They also offer and send data to agents of their particular historical period of investigation."
"Healers are exactly as the name implies. They send medicinal advice to agents, heal them upon return. A sub-group of healers are Upgraders who deal with technological upgrades of agents, providing them with vast weaponry, skills and items useful and necessary to their mission."
Alexis swallowed the lump in her throat. "As you noticed, all of those groups directly interact with agents. They are the ones who are sent out to eliminate the problems, are primary sources of historical data and heal anything necessary within that period. They are on the front lines."
"Agent Halliwell has just returned from her mission in 18th Century New Orleans," Grant informed the group proudly and excited chatter erupted amongst them. Taking the opportunity, Grant pulled her aside. "You're on your way to Commander Harven?"
The brunette nodded her head. "Is there something I should know?" she said quietly, sensing his desire to speak to her urgently as his body was tense and his right foot lightly tapped against the glass floor.
Grant frowned at her. "The way you read people often frightens me. I have heard rumors of your next assignment. An unusual one as you'll be watching a particular line of a sort."
She arched a brow. "Anything else?" she pressed further but much to her dismay, Grant shook his head. "Then you better get back to your introduction tour."
"May time always flow," the British elder bowed his head, turning back to the group as Alexis continued to the commander's office. She passed a few more people along the way, some who greeted her and bid her a welcome back. Others ignored her, and she was fine with it.
"Shall I announce your arrival, Agent Halliwell?" ERES questioned in his male robotic voice.
"Go ahead," Alexis answered as the brown, oak door opened and she strode inside. Sitting behind the large desk was Commander Harven, a man of fifty-seven. He was tall but crooked, with a curly grey head that shot off at an angle, and an air of brilliance almost extinguished. He wore an outfit that reminded her of an 18th century noble. "Commander, you wished to see me?"
"Azealf has made an appearance once again," Harven informed her in his usual, deep voice, his French heritage apparent. "Unfortunately, he is aiming at a particular line of descendant of Adam."
This caught her attention as she walked closer to the desk. "Which line?"
"The Assassin line," he answered as holographic images of many men appeared throughout the room. They all had four things in common; they wore the same emblem on their outfits, their outfits concealed their faces, a brace with a hidden blade was in their possession and their stances were intimidating.
"What does Azealf want with this line?" Alexis questioned, staring at assassin in white and blue garbs, holding a tomahawk in his hand. "Why an interest in this one?"
"Always the one asking questions."
"Because I continue to search for answers."
Harven removed all of the hologram figures except for one, a 21st century male in a white hoodie. "The main hypothesis our keepers and librarians could come up with is Azealf intends to destroy this particular line in order to stop Desmond Miles from freeing Juno in 2012."
"Because he can't free her if he were never to be born," Alexis summarized, shaking her head as she stared at Desmond. "Who's been targeted first?"
The holographic image of Desmond disappeared and was replaced by the assassin that she had stared at previously.
"Ratonhnhaké:ton, also known as Connor Kenway," Harven answered and noticed the surprised look on the female agent's face. "You know him?"
"Aveline had worked with him a few times. His name came up a few times in conversation," Alexis answered the commander, tearing her eyes away from the assassin and towards the older man. "When do I start?"
"As soon as possible."
Song: Oath Sign by LiSa.
Now here's my attempt at an AC fanfic. This idea has been in my head for a few days and I just needed to get it out there and written! This will be a ConnorxOC fic since that boy does not get enough love. Honestly, this idea of time agents and whatnot drew me in and seemed unique enough to follow along instead of the cliche of a modern girl somehow being transported back into time and falls in love with said assassin and stuff.
Not that I'm hating on that, I enjoy reading those ones.
So let me know whether or not you guys like this idea :)