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LOCATION: Pacific Northwest, USA (P.I.A. Headquarters)
In the land of cold and death,
friend meets foe and foe meets friend,
reborn by rival's dying breath,
prophecy will meet an end.
Those who walk the path of light,
Darkness spreads, calling to all.
'Tis vain to combat evil's blight
For one of light is bound to fall.
Sense flooded Batholry's mind as she became aware of her surroundings. Bleary thoughts an incomplete mutterings came to mind and mouth as she tried to comprehend what was going on. She remembered strangers in a house, her house, who had captured her. The rest was all blurred dreams.
Thinking on this, she found two seemingly impossible facts in this. The first impossibility was that she had been captured. In mortal terms she was a rumor, a phantasm conjured by a person's fears, nothing that was taken seriously by many. And the oddballs who had taken it seriously never got so much as a glimpse of her. How could they have captured her?
She looked around her cell once more. Science. That was what did her in. Humans, in all their insolence sought powers they had no right to wield and used science to make it happen.
She shook her head, trying to focus her thoughts. She suddenly remembered the second impossibility. She had dreamt. Batholry had not dreamt in centuries. At least, not in the true sense. Something was wrong with her. Looking around, she saw a strange people, living, breathing, it was dizzying. Batholry's head spun as she felt lacerations of pain, of feeling, echo through her luminous frame.
"Calm down, girl. You're liable to hurt yourself, as if that were possible," a man said, walking over. Batholry's twisted to face her captor. He was dressed in green of the fields, yet in such a white room he seemed to wear shadows. Bland features covered his face, topped off with a military cap which covered wiry brown hair and shrouded some of his face. Batholry knew instantly that he was a man to be respected and feared.
"What have you done to me, mortal!? You dare test a being from the other side?!" She shouted. She tried to phase through the tank, but an electrical disturbance repelled her attempts.
"Such spark, such passion from a talking electrical disturbance. It's almost as if you were still human," The man replied without emotion. Batholry seethed with rage as he made a terrible smirk.
"As if I need to be human! I've become more than you can possibly imagine!" Batholry shouted back. As her anger rose, the room seemed to turn dark, and flashes of miniature lighting rippled through the air. Conary could feel the hair on his neck stiffen.
"Which is why you are here. It is why you are all here," Rayfe said, turning to the rest of the group. "Your gifts are needed."
"Pompous meat bag! What makes you think I would do anything for you!?" Batholry shouted. As each word left her lips the room grew a little darker, the lightning flashed a little brighter, and the air became inexplicably cold.
"You will help me, little girl, because," Rayfe said, "Because I know how to let you cross over." Rayfe had just played his trump card. He furrowed his brow as he let the words sink in, knowing the gamble he just made. Rayfe was not a man who liked gambles.
Batholry thought incessantly on the offer. It... was it possible? Could he really hold the key to her cross over? Impossible, she thought. He didn't even know her. Yet, he knew how to catch her... Batholry shook the thought from her mind. She didn't trust this man, but could she pass up a chance like this?
Rayfe smiled as the light returned to the room. "Very well, human. I will aide you," Batholry said quietly. Rayfe pressed a button on his wrist, and the cylinder disappeared. Batholry knew saw her path of escape, but knew she could not leave. Her word was bond.
"Good. Now, we begin," Rayfe said, strolling to the front of the room. "As of three days ago, there was a belligerent disturbance at Titan Tower. The Titans were no where on scene surveillance footage and evidence lead us to believe they were kidnapped by this man," Rayfe explained, gesturing to the wall. A large picture of an eerie-looking man appeared on screen.
"Dr. Frankenstein. I'm familiar with his work," Conary commented blandly. He looked around, expecting a grin from anyone. "Tough crowd," he mumbled, slumping in his chair. Adila gave him a cold stare, then returned her attention to Rayfe.
"His name is Tyr. He developed much of the nano-technology used in the military, but defected over five years ago. We've been tracking him ever since," Rayfe said, ignoring Conary's comment. "We have reason to believe he has sold our technology and is conducting illegal experiments on humans. We are not sure what he plans to do with the Titans. Without a ransom note, the only plausible assumption is he desires them for... scientific reasons."
"What's that have to do with us?" Conary asked.
"Your task is to retrieve the Titans," Rayfe replied.
Hotei's head perked up from the corner. "I do not understand. How will we rescue them if we do not know where he is?" he asked tentatively.
Rayfe pressed a button on his wrist, and the picture on the wall vanished. It was replaced by a large, blue layout. The schematics resembled something like a space station; it was large and shard-shaped, and extremely huge.
"This is Tyr's mobile base, The Sword of Damocles. It is currently located somewhere over middle Asia. Its defense grid and stealth capability keep it invisible from most light spectrums, but it is armed and dangerous," Rayfe explained.
"Real inviting. I don't suppose you'd change your mind about this," Conary asked.
"Better buck up, kid," Rayfe replied, smiling. "You'll be there within the week."
LOCATION: Pacific Northwest, USA (P.I.A. Headquarters)
In the land of cold and death,
friend meets foe and foe meets friend,
reborn by rival's dying breath,
prophecy will meet an end.
Those who walk the path of light,
Darkness spreads, calling to all.
'Tis vain to combat evil's blight
For one of light is bound to fall.
Sense flooded Batholry's mind as she became aware of her surroundings. Bleary thoughts an incomplete mutterings came to mind and mouth as she tried to comprehend what was going on. She remembered strangers in a house, her house, who had captured her. The rest was all blurred dreams.
Thinking on this, she found two seemingly impossible facts in this. The first impossibility was that she had been captured. In mortal terms she was a rumor, a phantasm conjured by a person's fears, nothing that was taken seriously by many. And the oddballs who had taken it seriously never got so much as a glimpse of her. How could they have captured her?
She looked around her cell once more. Science. That was what did her in. Humans, in all their insolence sought powers they had no right to wield and used science to make it happen.
She shook her head, trying to focus her thoughts. She suddenly remembered the second impossibility. She had dreamt. Batholry had not dreamt in centuries. At least, not in the true sense. Something was wrong with her. Looking around, she saw a strange people, living, breathing, it was dizzying. Batholry's head spun as she felt lacerations of pain, of feeling, echo through her luminous frame.
"Calm down, girl. You're liable to hurt yourself, as if that were possible," a man said, walking over. Batholry's twisted to face her captor. He was dressed in green of the fields, yet in such a white room he seemed to wear shadows. Bland features covered his face, topped off with a military cap which covered wiry brown hair and shrouded some of his face. Batholry knew instantly that he was a man to be respected and feared.
"What have you done to me, mortal!? You dare test a being from the other side?!" She shouted. She tried to phase through the tank, but an electrical disturbance repelled her attempts.
"Such spark, such passion from a talking electrical disturbance. It's almost as if you were still human," The man replied without emotion. Batholry seethed with rage as he made a terrible smirk.
"As if I need to be human! I've become more than you can possibly imagine!" Batholry shouted back. As her anger rose, the room seemed to turn dark, and flashes of miniature lighting rippled through the air. Conary could feel the hair on his neck stiffen.
"Which is why you are here. It is why you are all here," Rayfe said, turning to the rest of the group. "Your gifts are needed."
"Pompous meat bag! What makes you think I would do anything for you!?" Batholry shouted. As each word left her lips the room grew a little darker, the lightning flashed a little brighter, and the air became inexplicably cold.
"You will help me, little girl, because," Rayfe said, "Because I know how to let you cross over." Rayfe had just played his trump card. He furrowed his brow as he let the words sink in, knowing the gamble he just made. Rayfe was not a man who liked gambles.
Batholry thought incessantly on the offer. It... was it possible? Could he really hold the key to her cross over? Impossible, she thought. He didn't even know her. Yet, he knew how to catch her... Batholry shook the thought from her mind. She didn't trust this man, but could she pass up a chance like this?
Rayfe smiled as the light returned to the room. "Very well, human. I will aide you," Batholry said quietly. Rayfe pressed a button on his wrist, and the cylinder disappeared. Batholry knew saw her path of escape, but knew she could not leave. Her word was bond.
"Good. Now, we begin," Rayfe said, strolling to the front of the room. "As of three days ago, there was a belligerent disturbance at Titan Tower. The Titans were no where on scene surveillance footage and evidence lead us to believe they were kidnapped by this man," Rayfe explained, gesturing to the wall. A large picture of an eerie-looking man appeared on screen.
"Dr. Frankenstein. I'm familiar with his work," Conary commented blandly. He looked around, expecting a grin from anyone. "Tough crowd," he mumbled, slumping in his chair. Adila gave him a cold stare, then returned her attention to Rayfe.
"His name is Tyr. He developed much of the nano-technology used in the military, but defected over five years ago. We've been tracking him ever since," Rayfe said, ignoring Conary's comment. "We have reason to believe he has sold our technology and is conducting illegal experiments on humans. We are not sure what he plans to do with the Titans. Without a ransom note, the only plausible assumption is he desires them for... scientific reasons."
"What's that have to do with us?" Conary asked.
"Your task is to retrieve the Titans," Rayfe replied.
Hotei's head perked up from the corner. "I do not understand. How will we rescue them if we do not know where he is?" he asked tentatively.
Rayfe pressed a button on his wrist, and the picture on the wall vanished. It was replaced by a large, blue layout. The schematics resembled something like a space station; it was large and shard-shaped, and extremely huge.
"This is Tyr's mobile base, The Sword of Damocles. It is currently located somewhere over middle Asia. Its defense grid and stealth capability keep it invisible from most light spectrums, but it is armed and dangerous," Rayfe explained.
"Real inviting. I don't suppose you'd change your mind about this," Conary asked.
"Better buck up, kid," Rayfe replied, smiling. "You'll be there within the week."