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Titans Technis
In a universe not quite our own, on a world where time runs as ours does and the people live and work as we do, there are continents, as we know them, though there are more, twelve total, from enormous Caskious to middling Handre to Norkey, hardly larger than the state of Montana. For many, many years, too many to be accurately counted, these continents warred against one another. The battles were fierce and bloody, the wars themselves even fiercer and bloodier. Peace negotiations never lasted long, if they were made at all. Countless warheroes rose to power and fell as even little Norkey bloodied her sword when the rush for land, power, and revenge made men's blood boil.
After countless generations, when the rich farmland of all twelve had been fertilized with the blood of hundreds of millions and the population had decreased by two thirds, the leaders of each continent did an unbefore-seen thing: they met. They came together in the center of the Great Mariners' Ocean, away from territories, to discuss peace. For twenty days and nights they hammered out a treaty that would be acceptable to all. When they returned to their continents, they brought the olive branch of peace to their weary people. And all rejoiced.
Well, most rejoiced. A large majority, say 99.9 percent, of the people rejoiced.
0.1 percent were horrorstruck. They hated the peaceful new world government and loathed the simple communities of past enemies living together, sharing their livelihoods. They hated peace. These few were those who had thrived during the wars, killing for pleasure and reveling in their bloodied thrones. Each of these longed for a sword and the sharp smell of blood once again. They vowed to bring the wars back, no matter how.
Among their ranks, one very young man rose to the top. He was the cruelest, the most brilliant and bloodthirsty of them all. He was Trigon. Crafty and utterly without mercy, Trigon devised a plan to begin anew the bloodshed. A man of great wealth and influence, he gathered around him those of like mind to be his lackeys and partners. Chief among his recruits was a woman named Rouge, a scientist, a creator of bioweapons.
Now in the early twentieth century of this world, all the leaders, in a rare moment of complete agreement, had banned the newly created bioweapons from the fields of war, none of them wishing to be totally annihilated along with his or her people. They agreed, and in doing so, sealed the lid tightly on the newly hatched monster, seeking its mother's milk of fresh red blood.
Now, though, during the calm of peace and prosperity, the government had become lax about laws they believed pertained to wartime alone. So, under the cover of the conglomerate company Tricorp, Trigon and Rouge instigated their scheme, their baby born to a bloody destiny. They set their plans to unbalance the world in motion slowly, subtly, waiting patiently for the right time to strike at the world leaders and tear the peace they so loathed asunder.
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8 A.W. (After War) during the World Leadership of Georg Mandilon, President of the Continental Union
excerpts from encoded transmissions from Rouge to an anonymous receiver
1421: 24 28/2 The experiments proceed as planned. The virus grows in potency by the hour. Soon it shall be ready for testing on human subjects. If the testing is successful, as it has been on the rats and monkeys, the subject will have extreme mutations in the mind, experiencing illogical paranoia and dementia, and become apt to making random, violent decisions. I predict that the infection will bring the subject back to a primal level, causing the body to overproduce adrenaline and stimulating the urge to fight. Human testing will prove my thesis and for now the experiments proceed on the monkeys. -end transmission-
1045: 09 14/3 Human testing has begun. However the virus has not had the desired effect. It does indeed increase the adrenaline of the subjects but rather than affecting the mind, the body merely grows stronger. It also seems to have some sort of bizarre metamorphic effect on subjects who do not die outright. Their blood vessels turn blue and they acquire the ability to fuse with machines. We have terminated the current set of test subjects to insure that the failed virus does not spread and will now destroy the vials of the failed virus. -end transmission-
1059:57 14/3 Urgent! Watch for a man called Blood. He was one of my lab technicians until recently and had stolen a vial of the corrupted virus before I dismissed him to a different area of the organization. He must be halted at all costs and the virus recovered! If he reveals what he stole to any we are ruined! -end transmission-
2208: 55 16/7 Success! The virus, newly christened the Technis virus by Mallah, my assistant, has successfully been injected into human victims who reacted in the desired manner. One male subject even almost killed an armed guard before he was destroyed. After months of mishaps we have finally perfected the Technis virus. A vial of the virus is ready for use. The special sample contains a time-release module to make the intended target's spiral into dementia more believable to throw suspicion from us to others. I await your orders. -end transmission-
reply transmission from anonymous sender to Rouge
2209:13 16/7 You know what to do. Do it. -end transmission-