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"Anyone there?" – Normal speaking

"What is that?" – Character thoughts

"Intruder Alert!" – Speaker/Computer text

"Command, this is Alpha-1." – Radio/Communications

"Die!" – Geass command


"While not many people know about this, multiple rumours have spread around about the history and the rise of Jack Harper. Some rumours say that he was involved in the Emblem of Blood incident, and that he was a close ally to the 98th Emperor, only making himself known after he had managed to make it seem as if he was a different man to prevent any enemies from eliminating him. Some say that he was a defector from the E.U. Others say that he was part of an unknown intelligence agency. There are many more rumours like this, some within reason and some completely insane. But within all these rumours, one piece of information remains true to all of them.

That piece of information was the first publicly known whereabouts of Mr. Harper which came from the California Memorial Hospital, where he was apparently recovering from unknown circumstances in 2009 a.t.b. This was the first time that anyone was able to say that they knew where Mr. Harper was, but there is little else known. What we do know is that the knowledge about Mr. Harper being in the hospital was kept a tight secret until after his first official court debut. Accounts from other employees of the hospital tell of a wing of the hospital becoming restricted and only one nurse, a miss Eliza Finlay, being allowed in. Given the fact that the hospital was owned by Mr. Harper's business, most of the employees assumed that it was either a nobleman who paid extra in order to conceal his identity and had close ties to him or Mr. Harper himself that was being treated there. At the time, however, they were being paid extra to keep quiet about it until Mr. Harper's debut. Until the investigations by other nobles, no one in the hospital had paid any attention to what was going on.

When asked in an interview, Miss Finlay declined to comment on anything regarding Mr. Harper. She said that the status of the patient that had been treated in the restricted ward and anything regarding the individual couldn't be divulged by her. The only one who had that ability at the hospital was the head doctor, Dr. Quincy. Unfortunately, Mr. Quincy refused to divulge any information as he said that it wasn't his place to say and would be a breach of his Doctor-Patient confidentiality agreement. While we might never know of the true circumstances behind Mr. Harper's hospitalization or why there has been no knowledge of him before this point, we can at least confirm that this was the starting point of Mr. Harper's journey to success within Britannia."

- Excerpt from "The Rise of Harper Industries", 2040 a.t.b.


The Illusive Knight

Chapter 2: Awakening

There's a certain level of frustration a person can take. Some can handle much more frustration than others. Sometimes the frustration can be the result of something another person might find to be of no consequence. But if there's one thing all people can agree on, is that the frustration resulting from a lack of progress is one all people have experienced and usually hate. This frustration is what led to one man's current situation.

As Reaper walked down the halls of the California Memorial Hospital on his way to meet up with Arca, he couldn't help but sigh. He was going to deliver his latest report on his studies into Project Refrain, and what did he have? Nothing. Not one thing he could discover.

The day after Reaper began his studies, Arca oversaw the clean up operation for the Directorate facility. Everything they could get their hands on, they took to try and study. At least, that was the initial plan. What nobody had been expecting, nor could have expected, was how the Directorate somehow managed to bypass the blocks that both Reaper and Ghost had put into their systems. It was supposed to prevent the Directorate from accessing anything until they were finished. Unfortunately, it didn't stop them, even though it should have been impossible for them to breach their blocks. This, however, lead to a further problem.

The problem began when one of Ghost's men discovered explosives at key structural points of the facility. Arca had immediately ordered everyone out of the facility as they took everything they could. While everyone was trained to disarm bombs, it seems as if the Directorate was a bit paranoid in their procedures. Not only were the bombs of a make that no one had seen before and, from the brief look he got of them, complicated to unnecessarily extreme levels, but there was also the chance that the explosives could be powerful enough to cause a chain detonation. Wouldn't matter if the Directorate couldn't trigger every bomb, they might only need one of them to go off. Thus the evacuation order by Arca.

It turned out to be an extremely wise decision. The Directorate, somehow managing to break through the blocks they had set up, managed to trigger a remote detonation of the bombs. The resulting detonation was enough to completely destroy the facility, leaving no traces of it's existence. Arca had ordered people to sift through the rubble to see if there was anything, but it was for naught. The Directorate facility was gone, and anything they couldn't grab was destroyed along with them.

The only real good news was that one of the men had managed to get most of the data from the mainframes onto one of their data drives. Unfortunately, the data on said drive was heavily encrypted by multiple security systems. The only reason any of the files were readable at all was that they were open at the time of the raid and hadn't been transferred to the primary mainframe to be encrypted. That's where Reaper hit his roadblock, as most of the preliminary data on Project Refrain came from an incomplete draft of a report which was being written at the time of the raid, transferred directly onto a data drive which bypassed the encryption process. He, along with several others, had been attempting to decrypt the data after he had gained all the information he could by his analysis of the substance. Unfortunately, said analysis didn't really provide much except for the chemical composition. The only way to know more would be to test it on someone, and he was not willing to attempt to find out by risking someone to whatever side effects it may have, especially on a non-Geass user.

He absentmindedly knocked on the door to the room Arca said to meet him in, not even fully realizing where he was. He was too lost in thought for it to register where he was until the door opened, Arca's voice suddenly able to be heard as he spoke with someone.

"…and as unlikely as it is, I still want you to order your people to continue their sweeps of the area. If they had a facility there, who knows what other things they may have. Once finished, I want you to send a few of your men into survey the land we purchased. Since we didn't expect to find a facility on the islands, I don't want to go in blind. If they find anything at all, have them hold back and inform me." Arca could be heard saying.

As Reaper entered the room, he could hear Ghost reply, "Yes sir. I'll see to it immediately. Is there anything else you want me to know?"

"Only one thing." Arca replied. "Make sure that you keep adherence to Gothis Protocol. I don't want-"

"-anyone to find out about us. If I break it, then there'll be serious problems." Ghost finished for Arca. While he couldn't see her from his position near the door, Reaper could tell she wasn't terribly concerned about the risks on these sorts of operations. From the indicator lights he could see on the wall, he assumed that Arca was talking to Ghost over a vid-call. As Reaper walked further into the room, he could see Arca standing at the desk at the far end of the room. His head was turned to the right, looking at a screen which Reaper couldn't see from his position.

As Reaper came to a halt a few feet away from Arca, he couldn't help but let a small shiver go down his spine. While he hadn't said anything or done anything else to indicate it, Reaper instinctively knew Arca was aware he was standing behind him. He knew he was there the moment he entered the room. No matter the situation, it always felt as if Arca had his eyes on everything in his surroundings. Watching everything, looking for any signs of trouble. Reaper had simply come to the conclusion that it was a habit that Arca had become extremely proficient at due to the nature of his past life. After all, someone of his ability and skill level wouldn't have gotten where he had been if he wasn't among the best.

"I'm glad you understand." Arca replied. "Very well then. Good luck on your mission Ghost. Be careful out there."

"Thank you sir." Ghost could be heard in reply. The light that Reaper had seen went out, signifying the end of the call. Reaper had to give it to her, while she could be insufferable at times when outside the field, the moment she started an operation you wouldn't believe she was the same person.

Reaper remained silent as Arca continued to stare at the desk in the corner of the room, his hands dancing around a keyboard in front of him. He knew that Arca was doing something important, and that he would be spoken to when Arca was ready. Most likely it was in regard to some final details for Ghost.

As Reaper waited for Arca to acknowledge his presence, he couldn't help but let his eyes wander. While he hadn't stepped into the room before, he had heard Dr. Quincy mention how this room would give Arca everything he needed for the time being. At first, Reaper didn't really believe it would have everything that Arca wanted. After all, this was just a hospital. How could it have everything that Arca needed to manage his assets? Now, however, he could understand the doctor had been talking about.

Rows of monitors lined the walls of what was once a normal office within the hospital. Each monitor on the right hand wall displayed multiple security feeds from all over the hospital. Each and every location of the hospital was covered, every feed available for Arca in an instant. The other wall had a separate set of monitors on them. Documents, reports, maps and more were displayed in a manner that could only make sense to the person who organized them. He couldn't help but wonder if there was more to this room than he was seeing. It would certainly be like Arca to have something hidden from the others, and he had no doubt after seeing this that Arca had a hand in designing this room to suit his needs. It was hard to gain the his trust, even after working with him for so long.

Arca's movement to face the security feeds brought Reaper's attention back to him. He followed Arca's gaze towards the feed, and his eyes widened slightly before returning to normal at the sight of the man on the screen. Even knowing what Arca had planned wasn't able to completely hide his surprise that it actually worked without any complications. Arca began by asking, "What have you found out on Project Refrain?"

"Not much, unfortunately." He replied, his face turning sour at the thought of the project. "Outside of the initial data that I've already told you about, I haven't been able to find out much. Most of the substances used to make this thing are hard to identify, and I have no idea what those things would do on their own, much less combined. Unfortunately, I can't really do much without actually testing it on someone."

A small sigh escaped from Arca. "Unfortunate. I would have liked to know more about it without testing it. What about the data drive?"

Reaper shook his head as he replied, "Nothing from that either. I've got people trying to decode it, but the Directorate's encryption on this is extremely heavy. Nothing even similar to what we've seen before. I hope we'll get a breakthrough soon, but I don't really know how long it'll take to fully decode it."

Arca's hood only shifted as a response. "Very well then." he replied after a few moments of silence."Keep working on it. I want all of that data as soon as possible."

"Understood." Reaper replied. Silence came over them as they kept their eyes fixed on the monitor in front of them. In that feed was Harper, sedated and still unconscious as Nurse Finlay was checking up on him.

Arca was the first to break the silence. "Dr. Quincy says that Harper has had enough time to heal, at least enough for him to be awake. I plan to have Dr. Quincy wake him up shortly."

Reaper nodded in response. It would make sense that Arca would want to have him up as soon as possible. "Do you think he'll be willing to help?" Reaper ask, his gaze turning slightly towards Arca.

"I doubt that he'd refuse. If I know his personality as well as I believe I do, then it's going to go against everything he believes in if he refuses. It's just not how he operates." Arca replied, his tone even.

Reaper frowned. "If you know his personality? How can you just assume he'll want to help? For all you know he might want to disappear, or he might even resent you for bringing him here!"

"He'll help. I can assure you of that." Arca replied.

After a few moments without a word spoken, Reaper spoke up again. "Let me be there when he wakes up."

The response from Arca was immediate. "No."

Anger began to well up within Reaper, as he replied, "No? What do you mean 'no'? Out of all of us here, I'm probably the best one to to help him and convince him!"

Arca's hood shifted to face Reaper as he replied, his tone remaining neutral. "I mean it. I'll be the one to talk to him. In fact, I don't want you in his presence unless I say so."

When no explanation was forthcoming, Reaper spoke again as he let his anger seep into his voice. "What do you mean, you don't want me to even be in his presence? I've known Jack for the longest amount of time out of any of us, yet you wont let me use that to our advantage? What, do you think you know him better than I do?"

"No, I don't know him that well." Arca replied. "But I'm not going to risk having Harper asking questions about you, questions that would cause quite a few complications with the plan."

Reaper stared at Arca incredulously. "That's it?! That's what you're worried about? Him asking questions about the people who brought him here?"

"Yes." Arca replied as he turned his body to fully face Reaper. "If he starts asking questions about you, it will lead to me having to reveal myself. If I reveal who I am to him, I know he would refuse to work with me due to what he believes I've become. It would be a false belief, but it would be enough to destroy any chance of the plan working."

Reaper scoffed. "You wanna talk about revealing yourself? Fine! Then how's it any better that you go and talk to him? He'd recognize you then as well!"

"He wouldn't be able to. I both hold myself differently and sound completely different than I did when he knew me. Even then, he wouldn't have gotten a proper read on me due to the short amount off time he had to observe me. I would seem like a completely different person. He won't pick up on my identity that easily." Arca replied. "All he'd have is suspicions, and he wouldn't act on them until he had full proof to confront me with it."

"Oh, so that's what you think will work, just because you act different? Fine! Disregarding all of that, what do you think that you'll be able to say that will influence him? He's certainly not going to accept his situation, much less accept the word of perceived stranger as fact!" Reaper replied, his voice getting close to yelling at Arca.

"All I have to do is appeal to how he now has a second chance to save humanity from itself, and in doing so he can atone for the things he's done. At the same time, he'll be able to help us in our goals. He's the best choice for what needs to be done, as much as I'd rather not having to put up with his attitude as he works with us. That will end up being more than enough to persuade him." Arca said, his voice becoming slightly strained.

"Oh yeah? That's what you think will persuade him? Well, I'm sorry to disappoint you but it's not going to work. Jack won't help you if you make it look like he's going to be working under you! " Reaper replied. "The Jack I knew-"

"The Harper you knew is dead!" Arca snapped, anger seeping into his voice. It was at this point that Reaper realized that he may have pushed slightly too far. "That man died the moment he witnessed the creations of those monsters! I saw it before everything truly began, and I've seen what he became through my observations of him through C's World. The man you knew has become someone completely different now, so don't patronize me when it's you who doesn't have any idea what he's become!"

Silence fell between the two as Reaper processed what just occurred. It was rare for Arca to get this angry. In fact, the times he'd seen Arca angry could be counted on one hand. Before Reaper could say anything, Arca began to move towards the door. When he reached it, Arca stopped and said, "I understand your frustrations in this matter. I really do. If I were in your position, I would be most likely doing the same thing if it was someone I had been close to. But you must understand, we can't let anything jeopardize the plan or the future. No matter what our personal feelings say otherwise."

Reaper didn't respond as he brought his anger under control. It would do nothing for him if he let it run wild. Arca continued at the lack of a response, "I don't like having to say this to you, but I'm ordering you to remain out of Harper's presence unless I say so. You are also not to contact him unless it is a life or death situation for him that he can't get out of in any other manner. Is that understood?"

Reaper slowly nodded, his voice cold as he responded, "Understood, sir."

"Good." Arca replied. "Get back to your team and continue work on the decryption. I want that data as soon as possible. I'll head over to Dr. Quincy's office, get him to wake Harper up."

Once the door shut behind Arca, Reaper slammed his fists against the table in front of him. He couldn't help but continue to glare at the door, as if he were still glaring at Arca. While he understood what Arca had said, it didn't mean he wanted to accept it. The idea that the man he once knew might no longer exist hurt him, and that he wasn't being allowed to talk to him hurt even more. If it wasn't for knowing how Arca had valid points, he wouldn't even have bothered to listen to him.

With a grunt of frustration Reaper sat down on one of the chairs and kicked his feet up on the desk. If he wasn't allowed to speak with Jack, then he could at least watch and see wether or not his predictions about Jack were true. Because for all Arca said about him changing, there were a few things that never change for a person. Besides, contrary to what Arca may believe in regards to overseeing a team, he didn't have to stay with them at every moment. They could handle themselves. In fact, it'd probably be better for them if he wasn't hanging over their shoulders constantly.

In regards to his current situation, he knew Jack's near obsession for control over different situations was one of the things no one could change. While he didn't't know exactly what was about to occur, he knew Arca was in for a rude awakening.


He couldn't help but bask in the peace the silence gave him.

Indeed, while Harper had always been surrounded by one form of noise or another, it was wonderful to experience the silence. Not just any silence either, but the silence within his own mind. All throughout the years, Harper had been plagued by his mind running on overdrive. During the day, he couldn't afford to let his mind be silent. Too much rested on his shoulders to be the case. At night, his mind was subjected to countless nightmares, both from his past and of the Reapers.

But the worst of the noise had to be that voice. The voice that constantly was in his mind, the one which spoke through him as he slowly lost control over it during the years following the First Contact War. The one he was constantly fighting with as it kept him from being able to use his own body. Indoctrination preventing him from doing what he truly wanted, only letting him back in partial control to experience the worst of the things he experienced. Always trapped in the corner of his mind, he had to listen to that demented signal as the Reapers used his body like a puppet.

But now he could rest from the noise. It was no longer there. He hadn't felt it when he was waking up initially, but once he had been sedated he realized he had some control again. Not much, but it certainly was better than he had had over the last few years. He was concerned, however.

He knew from experience that you couldn't just fight off Indoctrination. No matter how far you were from it's source, once Indoctrination got enough of a foothold in your mind the signal would be able to modify the brain slightly to help propagate the signal. As such, it would be constantly growing stronger until its hold was absolute. So for him to suddenly be regaining control? It meant that there was something else happening. Since he knew nobody had managed to create a counter to Indoctrination, it raised a lot of questions in his mind. Whatever had happened, it was an unknown. He absolutely hated unknowns, especially when he was in the unknown's debt.

He didn't know how long he'd been in this sedated state, but over time the Reaper presence from Indoctrination slowly but surely disappeared. Eventually, he stopped hearing that cursed signal. After a few rounds of mental tests, he was back in complete control. Now he could simply let himself rest inside of his mind, going through a myriad of different thoughts. With the signal gone, he allowed himself to truly relax as his barriers dropped and the mental exhaustion that accompanied it fell away.

One may ask how he was doing this while he was supposed to be unconscious, kept within a dreamless sleep. How he could still have what seemed like conscious thought while he was unconscious. The answer was complicated. His mind, ever since he had been young, had been able to create a place where his consciousness could retreat to at any time, a place, he later found out, even the Reapers had a hard time affecting outside of the sound of the signal which penetrated every fibre of his being. Sometimes he even wondered if they knew he could do this, as they never gave any indication that they did. He had learned he had been able to retreat into this mental landscape any time he wanted which served as a good way of organizing his thoughts in mere moments. The good thing about it for him was that it was able to help him maximize the efficiency of his mind. With every thought, memory and scrap of knowledge he had stored away in his own mental rooms and shelves, he could retreat into one of the many environments he had created within it and simply rest in both conscious moments and during the unconscious moments.

He was glad for that ability as it had most likely saved his mind and his sanity, allowing himself to remain in his mind after the Reapers had taken control of him. But at the same time it was also a curse, as he could see everything that was happening while he was awake. All of the atrocities he did, all of the people – his own people! – he killed, allowing the Reapers to gain more and more time to complete their plans. While he could keep his mind intact, his thoughts… no, the Reapers thoughts given to him were constantly being forced upon him. Even through the things he's done, none compared to the horrors of those abominations. But now, he had no need to worry.

The peace, however, wasn't meant to last. Harper could feel it, a tug on his mind as his body subconsciously tried to bring him out of his mental landscape and back to the forefront of his mind. While he didn't know what was going on, he knew that that tug was the feeling of waking up and in control of his body, a feeling that he vaguely remembered from years prior. There were only two conclusions he could make: either the substance the man gave him was wearing off, which would likely mean he was due for another injection in a few moments to keep his body asleep, or someone was trying to purposefully wake him up. When the tug didn't subside after a few moments, he assumed it was the latter. He let himself be pulled back to the front of his mind.

As he slowly eased himself back into a state of consciousness, he could feel the dull throbbing of his chest. The pain, while still there, was nowhere nearly as bad as he expected. The sounds of a device beeping filled his ears, as he could hear someone speak.

"-and should be waking up any moment now."

"Thank you, Dr. Quincy. I assume you'll want to stay in the room during this?"

The man, whom he could now identify as Dr. Quincy, replied, "Yes, if possible. I'd like to keep an eye on him in case anything about his status changes, and I doubt that you want Nurse Finlay in the room to hear what I assume to be a sensitive subject."

Harper opened his eyes slowly, wincing at the blaring light that entered his eyes. He began to blink in order to get his eyes to adjust, and he could see the form of a man overtop him as the figure slowly began to come into focus.

"Ah, there we go." The man above him, whom Harper believed to be the man he identified as Dr. Quincy said. "Now Mr. Harper. I need you to focus on my face." He kept his head in sight of Harper as he focused on it, knowing the procedure was a regular one. "Now, I want you to blink twice if you can make out the features on my face."

After a few moments to let himself focus, Harper complied and blinked. The man continued, "Good, your mind is focused enough to understand instructions. Now," the man reached for a glass on the table and brought it to Harper's mouth, "I want you to slowly take a drink from this. I doubt that your throat is hydrated enough to speak."

Harper took a few sips from the drink, wincing slightly at the taste of water on tongue and the stinging sensation that followed it. After a few moments, the doctor pulled the drink away. He continued, "Are you able to move your head?"

Harper nodded, a slight discomfort being felt as his muscles protested from the lack of movement during his time unconscious. The doctor nodded as he said, "Good. What about your arms?"

Harper tried to move his arms, managing to move them up to the halfway point before he hissed in pain, a sudden flare of pain coming from his chest. The doctor simply nodded as he said, "So, you can't move it past the chest. Anticipated as much. Try not to move them any higher for now, alright?"

Harper nodded. The doctor asked, "Now that your throat has been given some time to rest up, are you able to talk?"

"Yes." Harper replied, his voice shaky and hoarse. The doctor brought the glass of water back to him which he readily accepted. After he had drank some more, he replied, "Thank you." This time, his voice came out much better, although it was still a bit shaky and rough due to the amount of time he went without speaking or hydration.

The doctor nodded, and replied, "It's no problem. Now, I'm going to ask you a few questions. I want you to answer them to the best of your ability. I need to assess how much you remember before you fell unconscious."

At Harper's nod, the doctor began, looking at the screen next him which obviously contained the questions on it. "Name?"

Harper hesitated for a moment, not sure if he should give his name or not. But after a moment, he remembered that the doctor in front of him had already stated his last name, so he obviously knew who he was. As such, he responded, "Jack Harper."

The doctor continued, "Date of Birth?"

"July 12th, 2135." He replied.

"What's the last thing you remember?" the doctor asked.

"I remember being shot." Harper said, not willing to say more than what was necessary. "I was forced to stick against a wall in order to stop the bleeding-" not saying it was the Reapers who forced it, "-and then I felt a large amount of pain before I blacked out."

The doctor nodded, turning toward the other man in the room. "It seems as if he's fine at the moment. I'll do a full check later, as I know you want to speak with him."

Harper turned his gaze to the hooded man in the room and instantly raised his guard. There was something about this man he was wary of, although he didn't know what it was. At the same time, he couldn't shake the feeling that he'd seen this man before.

The man stepped forwards, remaining in front of his bed. From what he could see, the man was tense, most likely just as wary of Harper as he was of the man. After a few moments, the man spoke, "How do you feel?"

The tone of the voice was firm. Harper could tell that the man was obviously some form of soldier. His tone and the way he held himself practically screamed it. Not only that, but his past had had him in the presence of many similar men. All of them had defining characteristics that singled them out if you knew what to look for. Knowing that this man wasn't hiding it meant that he was most likely here on some form of business. He responded in the way he always did. "Acceptable. Certainly better than I believe I should."

The man's hood shifted as he responded, "Given that you were healing from heavy wounds, it's good to know that you feel better than expected. I believe introductions are in order. I am Arca, and the man sitting next to you is Doctor Quincy."

Harper simply nodded, his gaze fixed solely on the man who identified himself as Arca. For a second, he wondered why the name sounded so familiar, but then he pushed the thought aside. He needed to focus on what was going on. He'd already known the doctor's name due to the part of the conversation he overheard and had already filed all of the observations that he needed to make into the back of his mind. Right now, his attention was solely on Arca.

Arca continued. "I believe that it's best for me to get straight down to business. Now before I say anything, I want you to know that everything I say next is the truth, as impossible as it may seem."

At that point, Arca began to slowly pace in front of the bed, his hood never turning away from Harper. When no response came from Harper, Arca continued, "Let me start out with a simple fact: you are no longer in the place you once knew."

Harper's eyebrow raised slightly as he responded, "I could tell that. Given that this doesn't look like any medical facility I've ever seen, that fact is quite obvious."

"Good. It shows that your reasoning and observational abilities are still intact." Dr. Quincy replied, jotting down notes on his computer. Arca's hood shifted towards Dr. Quincy before returning back to Harper.

"While that may be true, it's not for the reasons you would most likely believe." Arca said. At the lack of response from Harper, Arca continued, "I'll be blunt: you're no longer in your own time."

Harper's mind stopped momentarily at that remark. He wasn't in his own time? Impossible. Unless this man was talking about being in the future, Harper was ready to label this man as some form of him such illogical explanations that would force his mind to continue in overdrive would be suitable for him, and if this was a form of Alliance facility, then it would make sense that Shepard would have some information from when working with Cerberus. Would have been easy to transfer the information to the Alliance so they could form interrogation tactics if they ever managed to catch him. Or maybe the Reapers had managed to have a more lasting effect than he realized, leaving his mind to succumb to insanity with this being the result. Or maybe this was some form of observation, with the Reapers placing himself in a situation where they could observe him, seeing what his reactions to things would be. Given that he didn't truly understand them, any of these could be possible, although the Alliance interrogation would be the most likely result.

Before Harper could formulate a response, Arca continued, "The current year is 2009 a.t.b. By your calendar, however, it would be the year 1959 CE."

Harper took a moment to process this. 1959? That wasn't possible. If this wasn't something made by the Reapers and this man was telling what he thought was the truth, then it didn't make sense. He knew for a fact that no one took time travel seriously. It was an impossible concept, as it would, in theory, cause reactions within the natural universe that would result in a theoretical end of the universe scenario. It's the reason why nobody took it seriously. He was starting to wonder if he was wrong in thinking that the Reapers had anything to do with this, as even they wouldn't create something as ludicrous as this. The Alliance would be even less likely to do so, if this was actually an interrogation. If it was them, they would have made something that caused him to believe that he was back to normal, not the other way around. Maybe even in his own past, but nothing like this! The only thing he could think was possible was that he had been left insane, and that the Reapers had affected his mind more than he thought. Either that, or this man was actually telling the truth. Perhaps it was best to play along before arriving to any conclusions.

Before Arca could speak again, he asked, "A.t.b?"

Arca stopped pacing for a moment, as he looked at Harper. He knew Arca was most likely surprised, at least slightly. He would be too, as most people would have probably made some form of remark about how being in a different time, in the past no less, was impossible. A response like his own was probably the last thing he expected.

After a few moments, Arca responded, "A.t.b stands for ascension of the throne of Britannia."

Harper couldn't help the small frown that formed on his face. Britannia? That was odd. Britannia was an old title used by the British during the Medieval and Renaissance period to refer to themselves and the nature of the British as a whole. But that was as far as it went. There wasn't any form of time standards that was known as a.t.b. Not only that, but the term referred to it as ascension of the throne of Britannia. The term would likely mean that the measurement came from when someone came to the throne of this Britannia, which could be in reference to Britain. But the nation of Britain wasn't referred to as Britannia during this time period. So unless his memory on history was completely wrong, there wasn't anything referred to as Britannia that was truly prominent in this time period.

Before Harper could speak again, Arca continued, "Now, you're probably wondering why you've woken up here, in an unfamiliar place. One that looks nothing like any place you've been before. The fact is, we need your help. We need the help of The Illusive Man in order to help the world grow in preparation. Now, I know that you've had a past of wrongdoings in the name of humanity. But I believe that we need a person with your skills, experience and mindset in order to help the world. I can't do as much as I'd like for reasons I can't divulge at this moment. But you would be able to help the world and prepare it for what's to come. Now, you'll be-"

"No." Harper interrupted.

Arca stopped pacing and his body turned to face Harper, his form leaning over the end of the bed frame. A quick glance by Harper to the side and he could see that Dr. Quincy was staring at him with eyes wide. Good. It told him more about Arca. This appeared to be the first time the doctor had seen someone say anything against Arca. It means that he is a man who was used to getting what he wanted, had enough authority to cause them to simply say nothing and follow his instructions, and possibly more. It would take a bit to narrow everything down, but he was determined to figure out why this man made him feel so suspicious.

Arca spoke up after a few moments. "What do you mean, no?" he asked, his words coming out slowly and with a slight amount of force.

He knew there was something else going on. He couldn't trust Arca, but he knew that he couldn't rest until he found out what had happened. Even if there wasn't anything as big as the Reapers to be a threat, he needed to find out what helped him to be free from Indoctrination. If there was something powerful enough to fight off Indoctrination, it could pose a threat. Especially if it had taken interest in him or humanity, even if this wasn't his own. If something that powerful decided to interfere more…

Harper gave no facial reaction, letting his mind shift back to what had become second nature for him. "Allow me to elaborate." Harper replied, the same tone he had always used as The Illusive Man to enforce his words and give his voice the sound of a man in complete control. "By all rights I should be dead, my corpse propped up against a wall as I sit in a pool of my own blood. In what seems to me like mere moments, I wake up to find myself in a medical facility, clearly not even similar to any facility I have ever seen before with a man telling me that I am currently in the past and tells me the year using a measurement of time that makes some implications which can't be ignored."

Harper leaned slightly forwards as he internalized the protests of his body to the movement. His eyes narrowed as he continued, "I don't know what you thought when you wanted to talk to me, but if you know anything about who I am, you should know how I don't like information being held from me. I don't know if you realize this, but from the moment you started talking to me, I've formulated a sizeable amount of different situations where this could be something within my mind or an attempt to get knowledge on the projects I ordered to be conducted. Those are just two situations out of many, most of them having you using me for your own gain."

He kept watching Arca, looking for any signs that he could use to further build up the mental profile he had on him. There was none, however, as Arca kept his body language under complete control. So, Harper continued onwards. "I want to make one fact clear: I don't trust you. Here you are, telling me about what you want from me while also mentioning some things that should be impossible. You tell these facts like a military man giving orders to his subordinates, expecting them to have already accepted what is to occur. Well, let me tell you: this is not that type of situation. I will not help you unless I am given the ability to act independently. I refuse to be controlled by someone whose intentions I don't truly know and will most likely never know, given my observations. Regardless of what purpose you have for me, beneficial to myself or not."

Harper knew this was probably the last thing Arca wanted to hear, but he wouldn't allow himself to be controlled. The last time he had decided to do something in response to a looming threat, the very threat he tried to fight ended up controlling him against his will. Now he was thrust into another situation where, by all appearances, he would have to be under the control of someone who would, if his observations were correct, most likely try to keep secrets from him? He wouldn't let himself be forced into a situation like that. Until he could confirm his situation to actually be as Arca says, he didn't want anything to do with forces that could falsify anything to try and convince him. Even if he did manage to confirm it, he would never be able to accept being controlled by someone again. Unless he was given that independence, he wouldn't budge on the subject.

Harper could hear Arca sigh slightly, obviously frustrated with what was happening. Arca spoke up and said, "I know this is hard for you to accept, but you will needed to work with us, and I need to supervise you. Right now, you have a chance to atone for your mistakes and help us. Not only could you clear your conscious of what you've done, but you would also be preventing an entire civilization from wiping itself out."

Harper frowned at what Arca had said. "I understand what you're saying. But it won't change my answer. There have been people who have kept secrets from me before, Arca. Those who did either ended up doing more harm than good, both to me and others, or have wound up dead. I don't plan on opening myself up to that any time soon." he replied, letting the silent threat hang. While he knew that he wouldn't likely be able to carry through with the threat, Arca had already shown he had underestimated him. It was possible that he didn't know about some of the things he had learned in regards to his own defense.

As Arca remained silent, thoughts began to race through Harper's mind as he realized something. The thing which helped him get rid of the Indoctrination could be either a piece of technology or some form of entity, which could also have managed to bring him here in the first place. If it had that kind of power, it could prove disastrous if it fell into the wrong hands.

Since this "Arca" said that he needed his help and his skills while addressing how he knew Harper would be confused, it meant he knew something about how he got here. Possibly had even known about Harper's life and the events leading up to the moment he was supposed to die. If that was the case, it meant Arca had some form of influence over whatever brought him here, wether it be a device or entity. If true, it meant he had to be careful. He needed to remain independent so that he could do what he needed to, but keep from alienating Arca and possibly causing him to do anything further that could be harmful to him or his new opportunity.

After a few minutes, Arca turned to leave. Before he left, he spoke once more to Harper, "I'll be back soon. Think about your position while I'm gone." He continued to speak in a neutral tone, but Harper could tell that it was forced. He also could tell that Arca knew what his reaction was going to be on the subject. It also raised his concerns even further. The fact that he could tell what Arca was thinking, even though he couldn't find any tells a few moments ago, showed that Arca wanted him to see it. Arca knew where he couldn't push further, and could tell that he wasn't going to budge. Either he was going out of the room to rethink his strategy of approaching him, or he was going to rethink about the decision to bring him to this place.

With that, he left the room as he went to who knows where. Dr. Quincy stood up to go after him and said, "I apologize for Arca's behaviour towards you. He shouldn't act that way to a patient. One of the Nurses here, a Miss Finlay, will be looking after you during you're time here. I do apologize, but I must go and tend to business since I seem to not be needed. Good day, Mr. Harper."

As Dr. Quincy left the room, Harper had to hold back a snort. Business indeed. Arca had most likely had a previous order given to the doctor, most likely how he wasn't to be in the same room as him while being alone. It would make sense, as the doctor most likely knew at least some of who Arca was and what he was doing, if only a small portion of it. Arca wouldn't want anything about himself to be known.

Harper looked up as the door opened again. A lithe looking woman entered, most likely the nurse the doctor had mentioned. She walked up to the side of the bed where the machines monitoring his vitals were and said, "Hello sir. I'm the nurse Dr. Quincy assigned to you. I'll be helping you until you're ready to be discharged."

Harper nodded at the woman as she went about her job, checking monitors for details about his current state. He kept quiet as he let the nurse do what she was required to do as he reflected on what had been said, trying to ensure that no detail about this "Arca" was missed. He wanted, no, needed to figure out why he felt so suspicious of him. Maybe it was just paranoia. But he hadn't gotten to where he had been without some degree of it.

There was just something about Arca that made him suspicious in his eyes. While he had noticed quite a few things that told him about some of the man's characteristics, it didn't help him understand why the man seemed… off, for lack of a better term. There was something that set off alarms in him, but he couldn't figure out what it was. The only thing he could think of was the lack of normal body language, surpassing that of a normal military or ex-military man should possess. Harper had a lot of experience about reading other people, and he had enough of it to tell when someone was purposefully suppressing their body language. This "Arca" was good at that, he had to admit. He only let Harper see what he had wanted him to see. Extremely professional as well, as it would require expert training to be able to do so with such ease. That would most likely make him either someone high in political circles, or in a high place in a military.

But that was the problem. When he led Cerberus, he had constantly been on the lookout when speaking with anyone. When talking to someone who wasn't within the organization, he had always kept an eye on those people who knew the game being played. The goal of hunting down even the slightest of indicators during any and all conversations. That was the essence of the game. But in learning that over the years, it also showed him another side of it: those you can't afford to get too close to. When a person shows their skill at hiding their body language and controlling every one of their tells, it was best to keep them at arms length. These people were the cunning, the manipulative and the ones who'd stab you in the back the moment you were of no use anymore. While he knew not all were like that, the instinct to not trust people who operated as such had become ingrained into his mind due to how dangerous it would be for the goals of Cerberus to become too familiar with someone. It was the same game he had played for years, as he forced the people that he interacted with to remain quiet on their connections with him. If they didn't or he didn't trust them, he arranged "accidents" to ensure their silence.

That was what was concerning about this man. This "Arca" held himself and spoke to him in a way which instantly reminded him of this form of behaviour. Whoever he was, he was a dangerous person to be associated with, that much was certain. The knowledge Arca has on him was also concerning, as it could prove dangerous no matter what the situation. That was why he wouldn't trust him, why he wouldn't work under him. There were just too many variables.

But that might not be completely everything. While he'd like to deny it, those weren't the only reasons why he wouldn't trust him. As Arca had been speaking, a sense of familiarity kept pulling at Harper's mind, begging him to remember. There was something about this man which pulled at his senses, making him believe he knew the man. At the same time, his mind screamed danger to him. But this was his problem and the source of his confusion. The only individuals who knew who he truly was before he became The Illusive Man were dead. In fact, there were only two men who had remained alive after he assumed the mantle of The Illusive Man. The first was dead by Commander Shepard's hand at the Citadel, that being Saren Arterius. The second was Henry Lawson, who he knew had died at some point shortly before Shepard had come to activate the Crucible. So, how could this man have such familiarity to him and know so much if everyone who could have known was dead?

Harper was jostled out of his thoughts as the nurse shook him slightly, concern seeping into her voice as she asked, "Sir?"

He shook his head slightly as he refocused onto the nurse. "Yes?" he asked.

"Are you alright sir? You didn't respond to me for the last couple of minutes." she replied.

"My apologies. I was simply lost in thought, miss…?" he replied, trying to remember the name of the nurse who was attending him.

"Finlay. Eliza Finlay." she responded.

Harper nodded as he silently berated himself. Sloppy. He should have remembered her name without issues. "Miss Finlay. Now, what was it you were trying to ask me?"

"I was trying to ask you if there was anything you wanted me to get for you." she replied.

After considering for a few moments, he responded, "Yes. If it's not a problem, I could use something to eat, as long as I'm cleared for it."

The nurse nodded. "I'll see what I can do for you. I'll be back momentarily."

At that, the nurse left, leaving Harper to indulge himself in his thoughts once more. After a small amount of thinking, he decided that he needed to know more about where he was, both for his own benefit and to know if Arca was telling the truth. While he was leaning towards Arca telling the truth, he needed to be certain. He resolved to talk to the nurse and see what she knew about him. While he didn't expect much, he could probably get some information out of her. If she turned out to not know much about himself, then he could take what she said with some confidence. If she knew much about him, then he knew she couldn't be completely trusted, as it would mean she was in on whatever Arca had planned and could make what she says seem to be true. With that in mind, he prepared himself for the conversation once she returned. He began the process of finding the best way to go about it, as he wouldn't want to make her close up in any way, at least not before he got the information he wanted.

While he prepared himself, however, a very different conversation was underway inside a different room. One that would change the path of Arca's plan.


After Arca had exited the room, he had went to the surveillance room as he radiated anger. Harper having the nerve to refuse the offer irritated him, certainly, but that he wanted to act on his own? Ridiculous.

As he entered the room and turned to face the monitors, he could see that Reaper had been watching the exchange. While he was a bit annoyed that Reaper hadn't gone to his team, he knew that Reaper would have at least a decent reason why. He had his chair turned to where he knew that Arca would walk in from, with a smug smile on his face. Before Arca could say anything, Reaper said, "I told you so."

Arca just growled slightly at his response, warning him to not continue. Reaper wan't going to heed the warning, however, as he said, "I told you that Jack wouldn't want to work with you if you made him work under you. But of course, you didn't listen to me at all."

"He knows how he's got a chance to atone for the things he's done. He knows how he couldn't do it alone, as he can easily remember the harm working alone caused him. He knows how working under us could help the goals of both sides. Why does he refuse?" Arca asked out loud, ignoring what Reaper said.

"Do you want to know why?" Reaper asked. When Arca didn't respond, Reaper continued, "It's because he isn't like you. You keep thinking about all of this in your own mindset, thinking that the smallest amount of knowledge about something or that your logic will be enough for people to fall in and obey your orders. Well guess what? It ain't like that with him. You might be used to the idea of a group of soldiers following your orders, but Jack isn't like that. He's never been like that."

Reaper gestured to the monitor that showed the camera feed from Harper's room, currently displaying Harper talking to the nurse assigned to him as he ate. "He ain't a true soldier. He ain't anyone's subordinate. He's a man who temporarily became a mercenary on Shanxi who never liked to be controlled. That's the one thing I know never changed. I don't know what you ended up seeing while observing him in C's World, but I can assure you of one thing. Trying to get him to work under you is never going to work. It's the reason why he was barely willing to take orders from General Williams back on Shanxi. He can't, and doesn't plan to, deal with anyone above him who could interfere with what he believes to be the best option. At best he'll hold you at arms length. At worst, he'll outright act against you, destroying any plans you've had in the process. If you can't get it through your skull, then you can just give up on trying to get him to help you right now."

Silence permeated the surveillance room. Reaper had said his piece and had meant all of it. He knew Jack wouldn't be willing to go work underneath him, it was a fact. If Arca really wanted Jack to work under him, he'd have to be willing to let him operate on his own. There was no way he'd accept anything else.

When Arca didn't respond, Reaper decided to continue speaking. "I know you don't like this at all. But you signed up for this when you decided to bring Jack here. What I'm surprised at is how, for all your supposed knowledge on what he's like now, you didn't notice any of this while observing him."

"I expected him follow if he was given a chance to atone. He'd then be slowly shown what our goals were, and would fall in line." Arca replied.

Reaper scoffed at Arca's remark, shaking his head while doing so. "Really? That again? Just because he knows this is his chance to live a new life doesn't mean he's going to fall in like a good little soldier like you'd want him to. It's funny, really. You and him have such differing personalities that it's almost comedic to watch."

At Arca's questioning glance Reaper continued, "You and him can be polar opposites in some ways. You expect those under you to follow orders. You appreciate the system of command and hold a respect for it and expect those under you to ultimately follow orders, even if they may disagree with them. You also have always expected of yourself, given your previous position, to follow the orders of your superiors without question. Your very being can be considered an embodiment of the system of command."

Reaper glanced back at the monitor as he spoke. "Jack's the complete opposite. He's never liked being ordered what to do. For him, it means he loses control of things and is forced to put trust in what, to him, is an unknown variable. Even if said person is someone who he has in-depth knowledge of, he still wouldn't accept orders from them because he can never be certain if there's a pivotal unknown which could change everything. It's the reason why he was barely willing to follow General Williams orders in the defense of Shanxi, especially since the General's orders ended up allowing the very strike which lead him down the path he now is determined to see through."

Reaper's stare returned to Arca, looking into the dark of his hood. "He will not place his trust in you and work under you. That is a guarantee. He simply can't because it leaves too much authority in a person who he would consider an unknown variable. Heck, he wouldn't even place his trust in someone he personally knows. Now that I look back at our prior conversation, I see what you meant. I really wouldn't have been a help." At this, Reaper sighed as he cast his head down. "Even if I went to talk to him, he still wouldn't have been willing to work under you or me. He still would demand that he be allowed to operate independently. Honestly, I'm surprised that he's taken this so well, completely skipping by what most people would expect him to say in this situation and going straight to what he wants in order to operate."

"Be that as it may-" Arca began before he was cut off once more by the slam of Reaper's fist against the table.

"Arca, will you listen to me for one moment!" Reaper yelled, his frustration finally taking over. While he could respect Arca's dedication to what he perceived to be the best option, it could become extremely infuriating when he wouldn't accept that what he thought would be best wouldn't be able to happen. "I know what you want and I understand why, but it won't do anything to help in this case! As it is, we're lucky Jack isn't trying to pick apart every little bit of information you give him in order to gain more information. He seems to be doing it now with that nurse who was assigned to him, but that's beside the point. I can tell that he was accepting that what you were saying had some possible truth, so it's good that he's already pushing it aside to focus on new possibilities to work."

At this point, Reaper was surprised that Arca had remained silent during his whole explanation. He had been expecting Arca to get angry at him, shutting down his arguments and telling him how he shouldn't interfere. Him remaining silent was both worrying and a good sign at the same time. Worrying, because he had never seen Arca like this. He was always a no nonsense "general commanding his army" type of person. To see him silent at a person who blatantly defied that? Not a good thing, to say the least. But it was also a good sign, as it meant it was possible that what Reaper was saying might actually be hitting home.

So, the absence of a response from Arca, Reaper decided to drive home his point. "The fact is, we're talking about a man who has always had a way of thinking which is radically different than the norm. That he can put off his emotions and personal thoughts at a whim and immediately focus on the big picture is something which takes a long time to do, sometimes never. The fact that I know he's done this ever since he was young? He's very different from the norm, and he is even more different to you than any of us. I know him being independent is the last thing that you want, but it's most likely our only option."

At that, Reaper let the silence take over. He knew that he was correct. Nothing would be able to persuade Jack to accept anything other than independence. Arca needed to see it, however. If he didn't, then he knew Jack wouldn't accept anything Arca tried to do. He could have pointed out Arca's hypocrisy in the situation, but it would most likely cause Arca to close up.

After a few moments, Reaper decided to speak up one last time. "You know, it could be better off if he remains independent from us." Maybe, just maybe, he could convince him of the long term benefit.

"How so?" Arca asked. While his voice still sounded hard, Reaper could detect a small hint of curiosity in his voice.

"Well, think of it this way. We know that the Directorate is hunting us down. We can't act much in the Britannian society because of it, correct?" At Arca's nod, Reaper continued, "Well, wouldn't it be better for Harper to have the least amount of ties to us as possible? If he was working under us, there's a risk that the Directorate might find out about his connection to us and end up using him to get to us. Then everything we've done was for nothing. But if he stays independent, there would be ways to make it seem as if our contact with Jack is so minimal that they wouldn't do much more than monitor him. At that point, Jack would know to find a way to minimize suspicion. It could be what ends up preventing the Directorate for ending us permanently."

Arca seemed to think about it for a moment, and Reaper hoped that what he said stuck with him. From what he could see, his logic was sound. Why have him work directly under them if it could compromise everything? Minimal contact would allow Jack to get his independence from them while also allowing him to integrate into Britannian society. The Directorate wouldn't waste resources on him unless they truly thought that he was connected to them. He just hoped that Arca would bite. Sometimes, he was to rigid for his own good. Once he got a plan in his head and ironed out, he would stick with it. As such, it could be very difficult to convince him of any other possibilities.

So it was to Reaper's great relief when Arca finally spoke, "You raise good points Reaper. I think you're right on this. I'll go talk to him and let him know that he'll be able to operate independently from us. But," Arca said, as he stood, leaning forward towards Reaper. The man in question could practically feel the cold anger directed at him. Arca continued to speak, "don't think that you can get away with talking against me. I let you speak because you were raising a good point and I was, I admit, too focused on the way I've always operated. But don't get it into your mind that I plan on letting you do it frequently."

Reaper stood straight under Arca's gaze, a smirk forming on his face. "I don't plan on it Arca. All I plan to do is knock around your head a bit when you're to stubborn for your own good. Don't need to talk much when a solid hit will have more effect."

Arca remained where he was for a few moments before he turned to walk for the door. As he left, Reaper could hear him say, "Make sure you and Dr. Quincy have all of the information Harper needs. When he begins to work he'll need it as soon as he can."

"Yes sir!" Reaper replied as the door closed. Turning around to the computer, he saw the computer had just finished its copying process. He'd already anticipated Arca's request regardless of how the conversation went. After all, what kind of man would he be if he couldn't predict what he was about to be told to do?

As the computer completed it's process, Reaper turned to view the security monitor showing Harper in bed. Things were going to get interesting soon, he could tell.


The nurse had left a little while ago, saying she had some other duties she had to preform. He was fine with that, as it gave him some time to process what he'd been told.

When the nurse had come back with food, he'd launched into conversation about what was going on. She didn't question why he asked so many questions. Either she had dealt with people who had issues remembering information often, or that doctor had told her something as an excuse for his lack of knowledge. What was interesting, however, was her responses after he had figured out that neither Dr. Quincy nor Arca had told her anything.

The small pieces of information Arca gave him were true. He found it out first when he asked the nurse. She went into a general summary of the nation they were in, apparently called Britannia. It was quite enlightening to find out about some of the things that went on during its history. Particularly how it covers a third of the world, an impressive feat for a singular nation. The fact that Britannia had clawed itself back from the brink of collapse after Napoleon succeeded in his invasion – which was still hard to wrap his mind around - was quite impressive. After a short period of the nurse informing him about the world he was in, she excused herself from the room as she had other duties she had to tend to. Before she left, however, she told him that Dr. Quincy was planning on giving him more information in the coming days.

That was good. No matter what happened, at least he'd get information on the current world he was in. Before he could think much further on that line of thought, the door opened again as Arca stepped in. While he didn't say anything, Harper could tell that Arca was still angry. Whatever he did after he left the room obviously didn't do much to help his mood.

Harper remained silent, wisely deciding to let Arca speak first. After a few moments, Arca spoke the words that Harper had wanted to hear, "I've done some discussing with one of my… allies, and he's managed to persuade me. You'll be allowed to operate independently from us, with some conditions of course."

For the first time since he woke up in this world, a smirk came upon Harper's face. He had what he wanted. Now he'd be able to do what is needed, all of it in his way. The right way. The only true way to save the world. At that moment, Harper spoke the words that would change everything.

"Well then. What do I need to know?"


Well, Harper just opened a massive can of worms. So, he's up and about ready to start taking on the world. As soon as he gets cleared out of the hospital, that is.

So as you can see, things are about to start ramping up from here on out. Harper is going to be introduced to a brand new world, Arca's plans have already been thrown into disarray before he could even get started, and Reaper shows more knowledge than even Arca has. Going to be… interesting, if my outline pans out the way I've been going about it. What direction is that? Well, I hope you'll stick around to find out!

As I said above, I'd love it if people left behind some reviews. Other than that, I don't have much else to say. So, I hope you all enjoyed another chapter of The Illusive Knight, and I'll see you all in the next chapter.

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