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Chapter 1: A Development
The day was starting out rather extraordinarily. Even before the sun rises, the chilling wind of dawn always came on the lands of Dorne. The land of the southernmost kingdom is well known for its cruel heat especially during the summer time, all desert, rocky, mountainous and dry, any godsend given to stave away the heat will always be welcomed to all Dornishmen.
And it was such a pleasurable wind this morning, as if it is a sign or good omens to come for those disciplined enough to be awake before the sun did at the onset of dawn. For Gedric, even without the breeze, the morning has always been a time he loves to accommodate these last few moons. Rightfully so since there are many activities he looks forward to at its start.
The promise of the blade, the always tasteful and pleasurable morning breakfast, the smile of the mother and the approval of the father. To Gedric, life is still so simple and sincere. There was not yet a responsibility of a lord, merely an expectation of one, a prospect he is always willing to rise above too, did he not clash with steel to improve and uphold his family's namesake and symbol at the start of the morning? Did he not try to answer his father's question every time he seeks his son's council on all things imperative? Did he not try to comfort his mother During her time of fragility? as she bears his next of kin...
"Oh... it was going so well..." Gedric thought. Every time he blinks, he always wishes that he is back at the courtyard, his training yard, the place where he called and honored to be his sanctuary. It was so simple in that place; the expectation is clear and the responsibility he must do is uncomplicated. Take up the sword, grow stronger and then go back to the castle, finish all other inconsequential matters then return to the yard again... "Even maester Volkron's lesson would be a better pursuit than... whatever this beast is planning for me right now..."
Even now Gedric have a hard time comprehending many things that are occurring at this time. The shape and nature of the steel beast that are carrying him right now, the great giant halls of this steel fallen fortress, its length and its width. Even the many bright summoned light that seems to be attached to the metal walls and ceiling seems so mystical and resplendent to him.
Gedric even lost count on how many times his metal abductor turns from corner to corner, He even lost track of time. It really seems like he is going from one great hall to another, each one as unique and different from the others "How big is this place?... truly" He thought. At one hall he saw large contraptions with a shape like a bird on the left side, and giant square or rectangular things with long pipe jotting out on top of its structure on the right, another one he saw is a hall filled with these otherworldly armors that looks as perfect as it is solid, some of it standing with arm outstretch, the other some he saw is being made by some kind of device of circular shape that moves rather oddly.
Another thing he did not expect of course are the halls with gardens in them, littered with many sorts of greenery and creatures he never seen before and some he does. He saw deer's, elks and even chirping birds can be heard as he swiftly moves past them in their huge strange glass dome that seems to be as large as his own castle of Starfall. At another dome he saw what appears to be a 'cat' like beast with a dark orange colored body blanketed with black stripe all over it, he caught it roaring from afar yet still he flinches as he hears such terrible sound.
One thing that seems to be consistent though is are the many rooms and floors that seems to be capable to move up and down on these walls and halls, and many various types of... odd machines flying around, some that shaped similarly like the one carrying Gedric right now and many more that looks quite differently. There are even ones that are in the ground doing a sort of task of which that he could not possibly know of.
Regardless with every knowledge he learns about this place, million more questions emerged on his mind wanting to be answered. In fact, none of the questions he has right now has even get close to an answer at all. In-between his squirming and wriggling against the beast's metal limbs in order to escape, he took his time to demands answer from it, all the usual standard questions that is sensical to ask in such an odd situation such as this. What are you? What is this Place? Where are you taking me? And the likes.
It didn't seem to have the time to humor him with an answer, as it eyes that appears to have the capability to summon light, kept its focus on the path ahead with no attention given to the young lord of Starfall at all. Gedric is quite confused in this very bizarre event, he assumes at least the metal beast would tell him to stop moving and writhing and threaten him for the lack of compliances. "Can this fiend talk at all?" Gedric thought "I was sure I heard it speak before it abducts me".
Though underneath his angry and frustrated attempts to escape and his shouting of demand and lordly declaration that he is a son of a powerful figures, his true feelings on these circumstances is not as fiery and spirited as his act of false bravado. Gedric is terrified, despondent even, he saw the way this thing best his man and his father, flailing its metal tendril away in one swipe and any man would be swatted away with ease. he recalled Orlo and another trying to pry him from it, only to be held like a helpless babe and being laid down softly.
Wherever this thing is trying to take him to, he doubts that he can escape from this steel fort that seems to be as large as a kingdom. Even if he did succeed in breaking away from his abductor, he is sure its other flying and grounded compatriots would just take part to apprehend him, not to mention that he has to find his way out of this place, a prospect Gedric knew would be impossible considering its size, not to mention he can't recall the twist and turns of it, and there has been many of that as well...
The metal beast starts descending and makes it way towards a steel wall, at least Gedric thought it was until it split itself and revealed another hall, though smaller than the grand ones he has seen before "What is this… magic?" Gedric thought. As they entered, Gedric saw multiple dividing walls of the like, going through one by one, passing through multiple rooms and chambers that seems to be a bedroom of sort, some with the door or wall open, some closed. In the end though it would seem the beast finally arrived on its destination, a room with a rather unique design and with a strange smell.
The room is clean and walls are coated with the mixed colors of white and grey, there are many points of interest that scattered neatly across the room. Gedric tried his best to pay attention to everything, in one part he sees the walls are littered with some odd glass-like square mirror things… that seems to be displaying some words and numbers that are ever-changing every second with a shape of a human body right on its center, some of those are even placed on tables throughout the chamber. But a couple of words can be seen consistently on all of it, "Project Dianthus: Spartan Elite Class" whatever could that mean.
On another part of the room there seems to be rope line-like things that seems to be spread out and lined neatly throughout the wall, some even going underneath the floor, most are even connected to the aforementioned square display of the likes.
But the one who took his attention the most however is the object on the middle, the one that is unusually shaped like an upright flatbed, with strangely menacing machines hovering above it. To say that Gedric is greatly terrified and intimidated is quite a dreadful underestimation, some of those machines have a needle like shaped on the end and the other appears to flare a menacing red light in a horizontal line. Gedric really has no interest to know what purpose such a device could be for, but it doesn't seem like the young lord have any choice on this strange matter.
The beast proceeds to jot out three more tentacles out of its body, the first two hold Gedric's hand and the other once hold the legs, the last one however seems to hold his head as it placed him onto the strange flatbed. Gedric tried to squirm once again, and of course it is of no use, for as soon as his figure lies straight and flatly on the perceived bed, metal restraints showed itself and cuffed the young lord's body onto it. There seems to be no escape "W-what are you doing!", Again… none answered Gedric's question.
The flatbed that once standing straight up, suddenly moved and proceed to lay itself on a horizontal position, with Gedric now facing the ceiling. "Something is happening!" Gedric horrifyingly thought. Once again, he tried to worm his way out but of course to no avail, all it does is bringing pain to the wrist and ankles that are now confined on the cursed bed. Unexpectedly a voice can be heard, speaking the same words that are also written on the display on top of the table beside Gedric…
"INITIATING PROJECT: DIANTHUS"
"What…" Whispered Gedric. The restrained that was on his limbs abruptly tightened after the voice has been heard, the device that flashes red light is now moving up and down the flatbed, swathing Gedric's body with odd warmth that does not feel even fractionally comforting at all. The young lord's body stiffened with fear greater than before, uncertain with the implication of the events that are currently occurring. This action seems to transpire only for a moment until the menacing light disappeared and the device went back to its original position.
The sensation of dread re-emerged intensely onto Gedric as the machine with an edge of a needle apparently start to move in motion, what comes after appears to be much more frightening as the oversized needle starts to descend right on top of every part of his limbs… arms, legs and all. "No… no, no, NOOO WAIT!". The pleading goes unreciprocated
"INJECTING VITAFER SERUM"
There was no mercy given, not even a smidgen of pity. The bloodcurdling scream of a child echoed all the way to the grand halls of this surreal steel fortress, but no one will come to help, for there is no one at all, not a single soul but a cavalcade of soulless automaton occupied with their own task and activities. The voice of terror from the young lord dissipates every atmosphere of eerie silence that once graced the bedroom chambers he passed.
With agony and anguish too much for a child to have, Gedric begins to cry. He wanted to move, to squirm yet again, but every time he did the pain becomes much worse than just being unbearable, it really felt like he had died over and over again without end. He tried to willed himself to think of something else, tried to remember his mother's smile, his father's prideful eye, his birthright… His sword of the morning… anything.
but it matters not, the torture brings him right back to reality every time and every moment.
In one slow movement, Gedric can feel the needles pull its way out of his body. Amplifying the existing pain that is right surging across his body, intense and ever-lasting. He felt it wriggling inside him, as if there are worms moving and eating his veins. He didn't know that the previous dread and fear he felt before could be surpassed, quite unfortunately for the young lord he was mistaken. He begun to pray to all the gods above, all old and new just to let him die from this wretched torment.
But not long after a mere five seconds, the dreadful aching is gone… in fact, Gedric does not feel anything at all, he still felt his back flat on the bed, he also could feel the senses on his arms and hands, proven as he handles and moves his fingers around. But the pain is gone, replaced by an odd cold sensation all over his physique, more so right where he has been injected, but there was no discomfort at all.
The fear is still there of course and so is the tears, but Gedric can't help but thank the gods for answering his prayers. He wants to look down to his body, to check what sort of damages has been done to his figure, but alas the restrainer over his forehead makes it impossible to do so, he can't even gaze to look at it, only manage to see the upper part of his feet and toes.
"INITIATING GENETICAL ENHANCEMENTS"
Gedric's body tensed once again as he hears the voice, his eyes become wide as it can allowed him and the tears threatened to pour out once again, the previous torture has already done more damage to him in mind and body than the training Orlo and his father has ever given him a million times over, now he must brave through another trial once more. He doesn't know what is the purpose behind all of his, he can't comprehend it all.
He can't hold the tears, how could he? Gedric now lies beyond the world that he had known. No longer is he in the seven kingdoms being a son of a lord, no longer holding his sword with naïve dreams of heroism and there is no sweet voice of a mother that would tell him everything will be well in the end. In here he is alone, with otherworldly machination having its way onto his body.
So, he cried… he screamed for his mother, screamed for his father's help, he even screamed for Orlo, for his man-at-arms awaiting at the castles of Starfall. It won't matter of course but what else can a young lord do in such dire circumstances, he sobbed and choked on his own saliva. His face scrunched onto a dejected shape, trying to hope and hold all the pain that will be inevitable.
A new device has risen up, summoned from beneath the ground, With a miniscule hole on its edge and a menacing red glow right in the middle of it. A second later a beam of concentrated light pierces its way through Gedric's skin, slicing and splicing its way up and down from limb to limb. Ripples of smoke rise up from its making.
His bloodshot eyes starting to pour like a waterfall now… it's morbid … it's not right…
Gedric screamed once again as he choked with his own tears.
2 Hours after Gedric's Abduction
The sun is now located right in the middle of the sky, shining its splendor and heat to any inhabitants foolish enough to stand beneath it, especially on the land of Dorne. And yet a collection of people can be seen standing all over the castle walls and yard. Servant and soldiers alike watched vehemently with awe and wonder to the giant steel fortress that now lay besides Starfall, waiting for any occurrences, waiting for any answers.
On the courtyard nearest to the broken wall, right in the front of the blue shining light of the entry to the giant steel fort, builders can be seen constructing a makeshift bridge towards the edge of the gateway itself. intending to connect the land of Starfall onto it, most of the man building it can be perceived to be terrified being near the gate, but since their lord demand it they do not have that much of a choice in the matter.
No one really could blame the franticness of the lord of Starfall on peculiar event, so much happened to fast, first a steel star decided to fall, beastly metal came out of it and kidnapped his son, thus it stands to reason there must be an attempt to retrieve him. The issue here is all the man participating in this endeavor is going through the unknown, of course uncertainty is most of the time the nature of any conflict, but never there was something this unearthly.
Even now hypothesis and assumption has been thrown around and voiced through every one who has an ear, gossips and rumors of the likes that wonders what exactly is the insinuation of these events and its causality. Some tried to dispersed any kind of such hearsay that would question and sullied the name of house Dayne, but no rumor can be killed by a sword, and even the ones who supposed to stop it ended up becoming one of those who spread it, the irony in these circumstances is truly palpable.
"It's a message from the GODS!" a man has said "to punish the lord for his sins!". Erick is quite a tolerable individual, but even in such times he has no interest to be tested, and this is no time for his honor to be questioned nor his loyalties divided. The preacher proceeded to be flogged and cast away naked, far away from Starfall. The very fact that in any sort of conflict a fanatical character would go straight to falsely naming others of sin or the such very much repulsed him, and one with doubtful speculations gives him nothing less than seething anger.
"I saw a beast came out of its gateway through hell!" another one said "It took the child of lord Dayne! To be sacrificed to the witches of Asshai, I tell you!" Erick once again turns his attention to the naysayer, if one did not shout in the name of the gods, they will settle with magics and heresy. Though Erick can understand such assumptions, many knights and lowly soldiers alike are present during his son's abduction. But that does not mean anyone can spout such blasphemy on presuming the death of the heir of Starfall.
Erick beckons towards a sitting man-at-arms besides a crumbled piece of the wall "You…" Erick pointed towards him, the man noticed he has been summoned and promptly stands "You see that man over there? …" He pointed towards the presumptuous bastard "Cast him onto the sea…". The soldier merely nods his head and subsequently stride towards his objective, accompanied with another who wishes the same for the name of the house.
"What- what is-! Unhand me!" the bastard is lifted up by the many men, and proceeded to be taken and carried towards the edge of Starfall "W-wait please… I shall say nothing more please!" the pleading goes unanswered "NO, NO WAIT!" his body flailed as he fell down onto the waters, that is after some part of it hit the craggy rock beneath the castle, and now he is no more.
"That is message enough…" Thought lord Erick, as he looked around some people look down in fear, others smiled in satisfaction knowing the man gets what is coming to him. this is a strange time we are living in, but that does not mean common sense could be so easily discarded. Each soul here is ranging from fearful to distressing bewilderment, any more incitement of chaos will do no one good.
Erick turns his eyes back onto the giant steel fort, "UNSC… light of Alexandria" He thought, the words painted on the walls of this steel is of the common tongue, which of course brings up more than a few questions. "Is this structure has been made by the hands of man?" Erick continued to ponder "But it has fallen from the skies… is this truly gods doing? Or something else…".
There are many rumors and hearsay of magics and the likes all over the world, not just from Westeros and its kingdoms. Beyond the walls of the north lies wargs, skin-changers and white walkers, Skagos has many enigmas on its own and the isle of faces have their green-men and presumably the last bastion of the children of the forest. But still there has been no folktales or legends regarding falling giant structures or wonder of any kind, even now Erick doubts the aforementioned folklores of these lands.
Essos has many wonders, but Erick is not really savvy on the eastern continent history and its marvels. There are many myths and legends told by elderly and old nannies simply because they made good stories for the children and other things thrown around in the tavern by travelling minstrels. The faceless man is one, assassins of great repute who served death itself, the ancient kingdom of dawn on the other edge of the world, and who knows what lies inside the city of Qarth which for all he knows is a gathering of old Valyrian sorcery and civilization. Still… nothing about predicaments such as what befallen to Starfall.
"None that I know of…" Erick sighed to himself.
The greatest chance of an answer for this would be from the Citadel itself, the maester's should contain knowledge regarding the stars of the such, they have more than a mound of books in their library, information regarding an odd falling star shouldn't be too hard to find. But Erick can't exactly turn and journey towards Oldtown in these dire circumstances, an event could happen in his leave and he cannot chance that.
Erick can still recall the sounds of Maester Volkron dangling chains as he saw and tried his best to study and ascertain regarding the steel beast that has overshadowed Starfall. But all the learned man has are only speculations and assumptions ranging from Ancient YI-TI structure to the black stone beneath the tower in oldtown, small contribution and understandably so since he has only examined the object in only for a short time.
For now, though Erick prefers to focus on breaking through the glowing blue shield that halts the entry way to enter the steel being. The lord already tried many means from using the dusty ballistae from the old storage to the multiple makeshift catapult build under half an hour, alas of course it does not work… not even a dent or bent can be seen on its walls or phasing the light gate. One of the only things left to do is to use a battering ram or to climb it to look for another way in, hence the makeshift bridge being build as of this moment, "speaking of which"
"Orlo…" Erick called "You're here… how's the ram, is it ready?".
"It is done my lord" The Master-At-Arms answered "it is being moved here at the time being".
"Of course…" Erick nodded "Very well done…". The lord turns his attention right back into steel fort, right back to the child that has been abducted. Many thoughts on the circumstances have significantly plagued him these last few hours, he flaunts his upright, cold and confident façade in this time of difficulty, but the truth that lies in his being are fear and uncertainty. He wondered what has happened to his son inside the steel being and the implication of it, recalling back to the key moment of the abduction…
"A candidate…" Erick thought "That's what it says… but for what" again… so many unknowns, he can only hope that whatever is happening to Gedric right now is nothing dangerous or treacherous, but to be truthful it is simply a coping mechanism on this helpless time. Erick has participated in many conflicts, most of them has been resolved through the edge of the sword, the rest on paltry intimidation and simple convincing. But this one….
"My lord" Orlo voice compelled Erick back to reality "It's the lady sir… she wishes to see you…".
And thus comes the true dread of this situation… "What would I say…" Erick conflicting thought comes with a despondent daze "I did not say the words, but as a husband and a father I might as well be". Pregnant, fragile and in her critical moment, one bad news could be the turn point that can threaten her well-being. Honestly, Erick did not know well on the implication of child-bearing, but from the empirical evidence he saw these last moons, he can say for certain one miniscule move can topple her health, and yet… "she has the right to know…" Erick decided "yet how do I start…".
"Thank you…" Erick said "tasked some of the recovered man to prepare a boat or a ship if we have one… when I come back, we will go to the edge of this… thing… and see its true length" He finished. The day is still quite young and already there is so much occurrences, even now Erick has missed the normalcy of breakfast and the sounds of steel in this courtyard. Not this confused and terrified gathering of man and woman goggling in awe while his son could be suffering inside it.
"Wish me luck friend…" Erick spoke to Orlo as he walked away to meet his other half, The Master-At-Arms simply nods and watched his lord's figure disappeared into the castle. Again… his eyes wander once more into the point of interest of the day… and perhaps for all the days to come.
4 hours after Gedric Abduction…
For Deziel Dalt of Lemonwood, his visitation on the land of the falling star is more than just a mediocre sight-seeing and pleasantries. The stories regarding the origin of the legendary sword have inspired many aspiring boys to knighthood, grabbing the closes wood or twig as they pretended to be the sword of the morning star. There is no fault in such naivety of thought, especially if you are but a mere young lad, after all, many knights and warriors has become one due to mantling old-age heroes of the past.
The Knight of Lemonwood wouldn't lie to say that he did not has been inspired in such folktales, we are all young once in our lives and aspirations can really aid your mind in the journey of hardship, ridiculous or silly it might have been. For this land is much more well known for other things than the sword itself… that is so to speak… The swordsman's themselves…
From the Original sword of the morning all the way to the bladed-hand Ulrick Dayne, the grandfather of Erick Dayne, he is considered to be one of the greatest knights during the reign of Daeron the Good, getting his title due to the fact that whenever someone saw him, his hands are always on the blade, never releasing it, as if he sees a challenge everywhere. He recalled the story of the man during the first Blackfyre rebellion, swathing on his own through dozens and dozens of the black dragon's men without moving an inch from his position until his enemies actually started to avoid him which promptly forced him to advance.
Daemon Blackfyre was supposedly an opponent the great Ulrick is interested to face at the time, they say the black dragon himself is unstoppable that day killing many men including a Kingsguard. unfortunately, he has been ordered to move to the rear much to his dismay, naturally the man is honor-bound to obey, no matter how much he yearns for that glory. Instead, the death of Daemon Blackfyre has been taken by dozens of arrows rather than the sword. The job is done of course, but Bloodraven have earned a scoff from the man himself for his dishonorable ways of warfare. "As long as it works…´Deziel thought.
Many bloods and flesh in that Redgrass field has been drench and painted by his blade, some would say he tallied more than a thousand man in the battle, they also say the battle was a close one and can go either way, Deziel couldn't imagine what would occur if the bladed-hand did not attend such horrendous event, for all he knew perhaps some lords has been saved for every hundred men he killed, lords included.
All hearsay and embezzlement of course, there can be man capable of such a thousand death on his hands, a hundred at best most likely, anything more perhaps is a bit to ridiculous. Still… the man was a legend and his sword is true, exaggerated it may be.
Hence the Dalt's excuse for visiting the house of Dayne at this odd time, at first, he thought he can partake in some of the training and activity. The man-at-arms of house Dayne are formidable individuals after all, though they do not have their blood they have their blessings and lessons. If there was a place for someone to hone their blade more than appropriately It would be this place, after all doing battle is half of what being a knight. And the other half? That's another story entirely "I'll handle it when I get there..." Deziel decided.
Obviously, the lemonwood knight would expect a different kind of experience when he arrived at the castle of Starfall, a procession of knights testing themselves, screams and war cries of young and Oldman alike in their practice yard, hells… he even heard of woman capable on the ways of the blade partaking in such bout. He is ready for all of this… and yet…
He did not expect a giant falling hunk of steel from the sky to grace and overshadow the Torrentine river itself. "The castle is aptly named…" Deziel mused to himself, chuckling briefly on the circumstances.
"Ser?" a voice is heard behind the lemonwood, bringing him back from his stupor "Ser Orlo wishes to see you…". It was his squire, Franklyn of house Fowler. Deziel looks down upon him and see his forlorn state of a being. His hands are jittering and the knees are shaking, the young boy's eyes look straightforward unto the Dalt's chest, undaring to look at his eyes "His arrogance is gone" Deziel assumed "The practice with the young Dayne must've put him in his place… that's good… now he knows his not as untouchable as he thinks he is…" of course, it could be because of the giant thing outside the castle that brings this demeanor, but the knight doubt it, most are curious rather than fearful. Especially the young once.
"Right…" Deziel finally answered "Right away… let's go". As they walk the two of them are oddly silent towards each other, the young boy looking down while the knight simply moves with a purpose towards their destination. To some who paid attention it seems like the child have just been scolded by his father, judging by the young boy crestfallen look. The truth is farther than they speculate of course, as the problem lies elsewhere.
"You failed…" The Lemonwood Knight disperse the silent atmosphere "you underestimate your opponent… and he'd get the best of you…" The man didn't even bother to turn and look towards his squire "The most basic of all mistakes… everyone has been through it…" He turns his head slightly to look at the boy's downcast face "We will fix that after this ordeal… do you understand".
"I do…" Franklyn whispered.
"That is good…" Dalt nods his head "the Dayne's has produced many of the greatest swordsmen's in all the seven kingdoms…" a little smile crooked slightly on his features "The Dayne boy maybe young, but it is in his blood to be formidable…" he grasp the boy's shoulder to lift his spirit a bit "He also have his father's teachings… the current sword of the morning" He pat him on the back, returning him back to hope "I would say you should learn from it… but you already knew that, you're not stupid… so if you wish to stopped being pathetic, you lift your head again once more and train" His spoke with a strict voice "you've just started this journey, so do not waste both of our time".
"I won't…" Franklyn looks forward once again, this time with no apparent emotion.
"After all of this…" Deziel spoke softly this time "We will do more... Do you understand…". In mind, Deziel wishes that it is the right thing to say.
"I do"
At the Port below Starfall
The sun has not yet reached its peak and already the heat is tormenting all even those under a shade, fortunately the cargo needed for this venture are miniscule at best, with only a margin of men necessary to sail a small ship for their small departure. "Surely This… thing couldn't be that large" Orlo thought "at worst we reach its edge before mid-day…".
All the men have tried everything they could to siege the steel fort these last few hours, but to no avail, it either end with broken equipment or injured men and at worst both. The ram has already been constructed, but the men who are tasked to use it are currently on their reprieve from previous endeavors to enter the steel fort, it would not do well to continue the task again when they are not at their best. "We would only be wasting time and spirit if we do so"
For now, however, there are other plans in mind.
"Maester Volkron" Orlo noticed the old learned man going down the stairs towards him beneath the crushing heat, his balding shine could blind the nearest man who are not careful to mind their eyes, coupled with the sounds of rustling chain beneath his neck "Why are you here… do not tell me you are partaking with us on this voyage?".
The Maester merely smiles gently as he still slowly descent unto the port "these are the time of the unknown, young master" His old voice grace the air with oddly little to know signs of fatigue "it is a task of all man of knowledge to acquire all that he could on any of the unfamiliar" He sighed as he reached the steps of the port "And now… you and your man has been tasked to delve into such abyss" he stands beside the Master-At-Arms, as the latter finally notices the many sheets of paper and a quill resting on his arm "Yet… where is the ink?" Orlo thought.
"Has lord Dayne know of this?" Orlo asked.
"Yes, of course" The maester answered "I requested this immediately as soon as I saw him tread towards the lady's chamber…" He sighed again, he seems to be doing it often lately "I feel that I have spoken to freely to ask of this from him… especially considering the incident of our young lord…" Hearing the words once more Orlo can't help but cringe as he recalls the moment, the surreal and bizarre circumstances of his failing to protect the young Dayne from the… Metal beast with horrific metal tendrils, even now he can still feel its grasp on his torso.
"Have you heard of what happened on the moment of the abduction?" Orlo asked, the maester replied with only a nod "than you know we are venturing towards danger… If we found another one of those flying metal beasts… or if they found us, then- ".
"Enough…" Maester Volkron shakes his head and lift his arm as a gesture of certainty "every dirt, air and water beyond the known map is a gamble of uncertainty and danger, that is no reason to falter" He speaks again as he walked towards the ship "Furthermore … how would you know what to find if you don't know what you are supposed to find…" He walks and entered the deck of the ship, Orlo can only finished the conversation with an exhale of held breath.
Another footstep can be heard descending from the stairs and steps, two pair of feet's that is. Orlo turns his head to find a Dalt knight and his squire pacing towards him, the despondent aura of the young boy is immediately clear to the Master-At-Arms as they approach him casually. It's good you came lad" Orlo said to the knight, followed with a gesture towards the squire "What ails him?"
"Defeat" The Dalt knight answered. "He'll walk through it"
"Ah…" Orlo recalled "worry not boy… have you forgotten what I have told you?"
"I haven't" the boy voiced.
"An issue of a later time…" The knight decided to sway the topic "You have summoned me here, yes?"
"Aye I did" Orlo nods "I have been tasked with a voyage to reach the edge of this steel fortress" he further elaborated "I need to gather some man to partake in this quest, and it seems I have you in mind" Orlo gives a hearty smile and slap the shoulder of the Lemonwood, "How about it? Interested on going to the unknown?... even the maester decided to take a part in this".
Orlo and Deziel tilt their head to the side and up to see a maester waving his hand on the deck of the ship towards them, seemingly excited and gleeful on the prospect of the expedition. "They are calling it a steel fortress now?" He asked. Honest to goodness the knight and many other don't really know what exactly to call this enormous entity shielding sunlight from the castle, for all he knows it could be just a giant random rock, but then again… that thing that came out of its belly… with its steel tentacles…
"The lord and many others seem to think so…" Orlo elaborated "though I have managed to see what lies behind the blue light that shields it… unmoving steel birds and the likes" Orlo slightly shivered on the thought, Deziel listened tentatively with narrowed eyes. "This is true, I was right behind Lord Dayne when I saw it… and many other hellish beings inside it, that I know not…" Orlo finished with a gesture towards the maester "I assume that's why his here".
Deziel decided to add another notion "You saw that flying metal squid… you saw its strength as It disrespect us… grasping us and gently lie us down to the ground as we failed to pry the young lord from its clutches… and you let that frail man to come with us?" He continued "What if we found another one of it… the only one who has managed to cleave it is the sword of the morning, any other would've waver beneath its steel".
"Of course," Orlo spoke "that is why you and many others are here…" Orlo raised his brows "Or do you prefer to stay instead… I will not shame you for it… you have no cause for house Dayne, to be craven is to be human after all".
"Craven!?" Deziel glared incredulously "watch it Orlo, your tongue seems to wander everywhere"
"Oh?" Orlo replied "Am I mistaken?"
"Yes" the Dalt knight answered.
"Franklyn, come here" Deziel beckons Franklyn to him "As I take part of this expedition, I want you to help as many as you can until I returned…"
"Wait… But-"
"You saw how many parts of the castle and its people are in disarray on our way here" The Dalt knight made his point clear "You seek to be a knight yes? I'm sure you know one of its oaths is to… protect and help the weak?" once again his hands lay on the squire's shoulder "perhaps if you give them aid, they will help you more during your teaching here".
"Yes ser…" Franklyn relents "I will do as you say"
"Good… very good" he slightly glances his eyes all around as he proceeds to whisper to the young squire "listen well… when you help these people on whatever assistance they need of you, do try to linger and listen to your surroundings…" The knight suggested "who knows… perhaps you'll find some… worthwhile information that could help us on our undertaking… Clear?". This is an eventful day, and many lips flail to liberally in such times. In assigning his squire to the task, perhaps he will eventually find the greater truth in all of this.
"Yes ser…" Franklyn nods, hiding his dejected look.
"Very well…" The knight stands upright once more, bringing his attention back to the Master-At-Arms "Let us depart".
"As you will…" Orlo replied, all the men are now on deck and the ships anchor has already been lifted some time ago. Franklyn can only watch as the ship drift mildly towards the sea, leaving him alone in the midst of strangers around the castle walls. Though the boy can't set himself to care right now, his mind still depressive on his failings. Slowly he walked back up towards yard, sighing and preparing for any task he can take.
For the Lemonwood knight however still kept his eyes towards the port, staring intently as his squire figure disappeared from sight, the last thing he saw was his hopeless look, confused, loss and angry on his incompetence. "I wish he could understand…" Deziel thought "He is just starting… and already he expects too much of himself".
The Dalt knight knows the look that blanketed the features of the little Fowler boy, it is a familiar sight to see usually in many tourney grounds, young man expecting to exceed only to taste the dirt not a moment after. With such loss either they went forward to be better or gave up entirely knowing they meant nothing. Some young man also expects the same during their first real battle in war… but usually they don't have a chance to be disappointed in themselves "To busy dying most of them…" Deziel mused.
Concluding that such matters can only be resolved at a later time, Deziel walked back to the center of the deck, back with the Bulwark Beast and the Maester who the latter currently seems to stare intently towards the giant steel fort. Now on the waters, the Dalt knight can't help but to look towards the horizon. "It seems such a long thing is it not…" Deziel remarked, as he saw the giant steel seems to have no end "I wonder… why such length?".
"Oooh yes, yes that is one good question out of many…" Maester Volkron recovered from his bemusement "Though I am sure such good question can have a good answer if we ask the right questions first… Such for one… WHAT is it" He continued "look at its majesty, its size and wonderment… what exactly is the purpose of this giant contrivance?".
"Have we not already decided to call it a giant steel fort?" Dalt questioned "though I don't know how we can make such assumption, considering we know nothing regarding this object"
"A fine point young knight" The Maester remarked with a pointed gesture "Such is the ways of the human mind, when they saw an entity they cannot fathom, they will try to simplify it to comfort the mind" The Maester decides to stand and walked towards the edge of the ship "Look at it… what being could create such magnificent titan…"
Orlo and Dalt look at each other, uneasy and anxious towards the maester's eccentricity "Whatever this is, I am more than sure that what is within lies only of sorcery and danger" Dalt voiced "You weren't there… there was this monster…" Orlo perked up on that "we are hopeless to stop it and… they took the young lord".
What was once seem to be a jubilant and curious atmosphere turns grim and dismal as all the man recalled unto the event that stoke the castle of Starfall to panic. The young lord Gedric is a very talented child, but still a child nonetheless. Naïve dreams of heroism and extremely low attention span to everything unless it is something he enjoys, as is all the whims of boys. "And this one is only half a decade old" thought Dalt.
"Y-yes…" a sensation of melancholy come to grace the old man face "I know I may seem unusually merry in these circumstances… but please know I intend to return the young boy back to his family" he looks downward "his mother forced an oath on me on her birth bed… I hadn't the heart to refuse her" he lifts his face back towards the two men, eyes narrowed before he speaks "nor would I abandon the boy even without such oath"
"Is that so…" Dalt intrude "I don't think you have the arm to handle another one of those floating beasts when it come once again" arms-crossed he looked upon the maester with one brow raised "what exactly will you do?".
"ah… so easy it is for you to accuse me of weakness…" the learned man huft upright "Not every conflict can be solved with iron fist and bloodshed" he walks towards a conveniently put stool behind him, chains dangling underneath his neck "fortunately for all of you, I bring more than just my arm" he tapped the side of his forehead condescendingly.
Dalt merely sign in dismay "What say you in this Orlo?" no reply came "Orlo?".
The knight thought the Master-At-Arms would be standing right beside him, only to find his figure vanished from where he once stood. The maester called out to Dalt in a whisper and pointed towards the upper deck near on the edge of the front head of the ship, looking impatiently towards the horizon, his feet tapping the wooden floor "Nervous is he…" Deziel assumed.
"One thing to know about the man" Maester Volkron voice comes with another wisdom as his fingers gestured towards Orlo "He may seem mirthful on this odd state of affairs… but it is merely a farce, do not trust his smile" He sighed "in truth he is just as distressed as lord Dayne is, always been like this, ever since the Blackfyre rebellion… whenever-… never mind"
Whatever words to follow have been choked in by the learned man, as he instead went back to his paper sheets and observing the giant steel fort. "Perhaps some respite would be wise…" The maester suggested "the journey it would seem is still long" He finished, and true to his words the edge of the giant hunk is still nowhere in sight.
Dalt have a mind to ask Orlo himself on what is troubling him, but decided it's none of his business. Every man has their own walls and demon to face after all, far be it for him to intervene on their battles. Instead, he strides into the cabin and take a short nap until he is needed, whilst other dozens of men in the ship is gambling and occupying themselves in the other cabins whilst the rest ensuring the ship stay on course.
8 Hours after Gedric's abduction
In one part of the area, a crowd of able-bodied man grunted and cried as they lifted up numerous crumbled remains of the castle walls, they seem to have a grim outlook marring their features on their task at hand, some whispers said that they are expecting corpses underneath remains of the eastern wall, quite fortunately for them they have yet to found even one bit of flesh and blood on their work, not even the smell.
On another part, some men are currently moving a well-sized battering ram towards the courtyard, marching slowly and surely with the false hope that they would achieve their goals against an otherworldly entity. As if a straight primitive chunk of amalgamated wood and a smidgen of steel could actually pierce or batter through the steel walls of the giant…. Thing?
On the rest of the castle, lies a gathering of exhausted soldiers. Laying down spread on the floor, some still have the dignity to sit while a quarter chose to pace around the field instead. One thing is for sure, most if not all of them have a blank and confused look on their faces, not a couple of hours ago they had fear, but after consideration that the giant object at the east part of the castle only glows ominously rather than doing something ominous, they reckon nothing terrifying would occur at this time. A comforting thought to be sure, but some question the wisdom of it.
Still. Though they are few in consideration to the once who merely minded their own business, some servants and soldiers alike have decided to cluster together to strike conversation regarding the outlandish circumstances. Now without any lords, knights and ladies to discipline and hold their tongue, they have adopted to take the advantage and continued to make assumptions that are just as bizarre as the situation.
"They kidnap the Young Lord?" Ask one man bearing the sigil of a black portcullis "Well no wonder Lord Dayne seems cold all morning…"
"Young lord? A boy? You don't speak of Gedric Dayne do you?" One asked with a falling star coloring the shield behind his back. "I see… that explains the lord little lenience It seems…" He rubbed his chin "I don't think its wise discussing this then…".
"There are no lords here to flog or cast us out into the craggy sea" This soldier one bears the mark of lemonwood. "Lord Dalt and the Master-At-Arms are currently sailing to the edge of the ship with one of the Maester's of the house" He continued "and the rest of them are bunching in the lord Dayne's solar right now… most likely planning to siege that… beast…".
"I see" the falling star soldier nods his head "Lord Dalt and Orlo is sailing to the edge of this steel?" He asked "What for?".
"Seems pretty clear" answered the Lemonwood "They intend to learn about it. Most likely to find the way in to rescue the young star…" He sighed and slightly look downtrodden "I saw Ser Orlo after that battle against the flying beast… he looks as crestfallen as a Kinslayer".
"I know what you spoke of" the yronwood speaks his mind "He was all smile when anyone speaks to him… it's when he is on his lonesome that he started scowling…" the man shivered "much more comforting to approach him from the back you see… less you feel the killing intent otherwise I say…" He turns his head frantically left and right to ensure he is not being too loud, in his relieve no one outside the circle eavesdrop… In which they know off, still he persisted "He wasn't like that before the falling star… you think it did something to him?"
"He wasn't like that moments after it as well" said the Dayne soldier "it is after young Gedric has been taken by that monster…" the point is made "they are close you know… even before the boy take up live steel".
"God's… no one should blame him you know" The same man continued "I was there when we fought against the flying steel" the statement caught the attention of the two other soldiers "I tried to cut it apart I did, yet my steel did nothing…" he gestured towards his blade, the middle of it seems to be unusually chipped "It flailed at me… flinging me across the courtyard. If I had no armor, I would have still been bedridden right now…". For a couple of moments all three soldiers seems to be standing in anxious silence until one of them decides to ask the awaited question.
"What do you think it is?" The lemonwood asked. The uncomfortable silence once again paid them a visit, as their eyes wonder ever so slightly to one another, waiting for one of them to make a decent answer to the good query.
"The… flying metal or the giant one?" the yronwood asked.
"Either one" The Lemonwood Shrugged. "And they are both metal… I think"
The Dayne soldier inhaled slowly before voicing his thoughts "I've… possibly have eavesdropped on the exchange between the maester and the lord" he said as his forehead summoned a sweat "they've made some… odd guesses on what it is. Ranging from some YI-TI to Oldtown's Blackstone…"
"I've been to oldtown" The Lemonwood intrude "there is nothing there but old man, old stones and ancient books…"
"I know what I have heard" the star soldier replied "but the one thing that struck me the most… is that the Maester said that it is some sort of Fortress…" He finished.
The other two soldiers looked at each other with an understanding face, mouth slightly opened as if enlightened by the small bit of information "I see, I see…" the yronwood spoke "I believe it" he nods.
"You do?" The Dayne soldier looks bewildered.
"I mean… do you see that giant steel fort?" He asked Rhetorically "it seems to be shaped deftly and… those things behind the blue gate…"
"It FELL from the sky!" The Lemonwood spoke. "What fortress randomly just decided to just dropped itself onto another one…" one of them mused. "Never would've thought in all my life… that this…"
"You know… I think consideri-"
They continued discussing the events, eyes and ears so focused to the conversation they might as well forget time exist. Assumptions after assumptions, one speculation to the next, all men and women seems to enjoy gossiping odd topics if it doesn't try to rip apart their faces. Though they appear to be exhausted from the work, the fatigue does not seem to thinned their discussions.
Near the wall behind the three conversing soldiers, just behind the bush that hides a part of the wall exists Melwyn of house Blackmont. Eavesdropping on them as he sits rather comfortably around the windy grass, complimented with the apple pie that he stole from the lordly kitchen.
Not far from where the Blackmont sitting is another young boy that appears to be gathering the scattered sword around the grounds. "You know Blackmont…" He said as he struggled lifting dozens of sheathed steel sword around his arms "we can get some actual proper rest… if you just HELP ME GATHER ALL THESE CLUTTER!"
"Quite Franklyn!" Melwyn whispered urgently "you almost get us caught!"
"Damnit all… you've been dropping to many eaves lately" Franklyn almost stumbled and fall when he tramped on a random ill-placed shield "are you sure you're not a master of whisper-… AH" incapable to see properly due to the numerous swords blocking his view, his feet tripped upon a crumble of the wall and fell.
Not even in under a second, the Blackmont boy rise up to his feet faster than a jittering rabbit and quickly grasp the young Fowler squire's tunic. Bringing him back to stability, as they both exhaled in relieve "by the heaven's ward…" Franklyn took his time to stare at Melwyn "Quick on your feet are ya…" the stare turned into a scowl "If only you use it to actually finish our task!"
Not even a moment given to make a reply, a soldier noticed their incessant wailings and approached "What's with the ruckus around here!?" the man narrowed his eyes towards "Young Melwyn? Fowler? What are you-"
"Nothing here ser!" Melwyn interject immediately "We are just gathering all the weapons and the tools here!" a sheepish smile graced the Blackmont boy's face "My apologies, Franklyn here slipped on an oddly placed rock- wall? And it shocked us awfully …"
Fowler boy can only nod his head in agreement with the excuse, still he manages to breath out a sigh "Yes… it was me… I slipped" he answered "come on Blackmont, lets finish the job will you…" he continued walking away, not bothering to wait for the soldiers account.
"Excuse us ser, but we must go on" Melwyn said as he gathers around all the clutter of swords he could find.
"Yes well… very well then" the soldier elected to leave them to their menial chore and went away.
Melwyn Blackmont also stride the opposite direction, all the while looking over his own shoulder to see if there are anyone else observing them. "I think we are safe…" he voices his thought.
"The only one who are in danger here is you" Franklyn answered "let's go, the weapon racks are this way…"
Melwyn stared oddly towards the Fowler boy in perplexity, believing something in him has changed these last few hours "What's the matter with you friend?" he decided to ask "did something happened that you are not telling me?" a small smirk grew on his face "Is this about the defeat you had with the Dayne Child-"
"No" Franklyn spoke with a surprisingly stern voice "I won't have this" he glared greatly towards the Blackmont, "You will not speak of this" the sheathed swords that he lifted seems to become lighter in his perceived anger it would seem to be.
One brow raised from above one eye of the Blackmont, looking upon the angry young Fowler hawk "Oh very well…" he speaks, hoping to de-escalate the fury "it is quite understandable you know… you have just started… and the boy is more than talented".
"I hope he dies inside that steel fort…" Fowler said "ripped apart by monstrous beast as he screamed for help". The raging scowl in his face is still very well marred as he speaks of his swore, the tallest pride still holding on the top of his tower "wish I could hear it all…"
"Peace Fowler…" the Blackmont arrogance turns to a worried one "You speak to freely…"
Franklyn just shake his head out of his angry stupor, malice and cruelty dissipates as he gets his bearings "I… I'm sorry" a drop of guilt in his tone is clear.
"Right…" Melwyn quickly paced with the Fowler "Let's just put these weapons away and then we can find something else to do to our liking" The Blackmont grins rather mischievously.
"No Melwyn… I can't" Urged the Fowler "ser Dalt gave me a task to do…" the disheartened look decided to adorn itself to him once more. "I can't fail him again…". He quickened his stride, seemingly uncomfortable to the conversation, as if it was a sin.
"Fail him?" Melwyn shake his head in disbelief "It was only one fight Fowler… losing is part of the practice you know…" they reached the weapon rack mid-discussion and promptly place all the goods neatly "The Gods know how many times I have tasted dirt against better foes…" the Blackmont gave off a slight cringe "some more embarrassing than the last I say…"
"Not against a boy" Fowler pointed with a heavy heart. Finished with stacking the swords properly, he laid his hands still against the wall on top of the weapons rack as if in contemplation on what has occurred.
"Aye… a Dayne boy mind you" the Blackmont approach his friend and smack him lightly on the back "these lads are born for the sword… hells, I would even go as far as to say that mayhaps they are born with one themselves" He continued with a shrug "they are freakish with the sword I know… I might just fail against him just as much as you did". The Blackmont ended his point with a focused stare towards the Fowler
"What?" Franklyn asked…
"You know… I just-…" he looks perplexed while shaking his head "you really puzzled me at times Franklyn… there is literally a giant hunk of steel clouding the light of the sun and here you are browbeaten on a single lost of a measly duel!" He pointed towards the aforementioned steel fort before continuing on ranting "This could be another legend in the making, just as mystical as Aegon's conquest and you are…. Brooding!?"
"I don't know" Fowler spoke with a childlike tone fitting for his stature now "There is so many things that are happening… I am overwhelmed… I think the rest are too" Franklyn gestured his head towards the other inhabitants in the courtyard, most still looking upon the steel fort in awe, even the ones doing tasks.
Melwyn sighed "Come on… lets go get some slight rest" Blackmont boy suggested "I can barely see any mess around, so I'm sure no fault to be found on taking a slight lull…" he urged the other boy forward towards the eastern part of the wall.
"Hold on…" a confused Fowler boy continued the query "Where are we going now?!"
"The most interesting part of the castle of course!" Blackmont said as they approached the east part of the crumbled wall "Come on Franklyn, before the other knights saw us!"
"Yo-you!... we are not allowed to approach it fool!" the Fowler boy urged "What if another flying beast fly out of that cursed gate!? I have no interest in becoming an Asshai sacrificial lamb!"
"Do you actually believe that?" Melwyn spoke, still pushing the young Fowler towards the steel fort "doesn't look very dark and Asshai to me from where I am standing"
"How would you know that? No one here has ever been to Asshai"
"Just come on already!" The Blackmont urged "if it really is that dangerous, those bridge makers wouldn't be doing their job now do they?" With no room for Franklyn Fowler's reply, Melwyn ran towards the giant steel fort.
"Damnit all…" Fowler quickly followed in pace "You know… don't you wonder… why did it take Gedric?"
Melwyn merely shrugged for an answer. Both continued the discussion on the way to their destination, speculating just as much as the other men and women alike beneath the rising sun.
Franklyn however… dismayed on his path to the giant monster. He can't help but feel being watched the closer he approaches it.
Unbeknownst to both of them, the sound and movement of steel bellowed yet again behind the blue gateway. This one carrying a great spirit intending to find an answer. Another metal entity struggled to make a move as it is.
In the coming days to follow, Starfall will exist outside of their comprehension…
OFFICE OF NAVAL INTELLIGENCE, SECTION THREE, COUNCIL MEETING LOG
CONVERSATION BETWEEN ADMIRAL ***********, THE CHIEF OF STAFF OF SPARTAN OPERATION *** - A266, REAR ADMIRAL **** - 096 AND DOCTOR ********.
YEARS BEFORE THE FALL OF UNSC LIGHT OF ALEXANDRIA
"Admiral's… Chief? You called me, right?"
"That's right Doctor. Take a seat" a scrapping of a moved chair can be heard
"So… I heard there has been a development on the new spartan project…" the voice is stern with a clear hint of well-practiced composure "it's been half a year doctor, give me a sitrep on everything"
"I… alright" the doctor breathed to gather his cool "Project Dianthus is now clear for operation sir's… all the necessary materials are… well… on board and ready to commence, we are now just waiting for your green lights sir"
"Of course," the sound of shuffled paper graced the audio "I haven't read through the augmented effects but I have for the procedures" the atmosphere instantly became uncomfortable "the due process is quite… demanding for the project… so we need to hear it from you directly on all the essential information and implication of this operation"
"… Where do you want me to start?"
"Try from the beginning… sharp, short and to the point please doctor… and also at ease, we're not trying to kill you here"
"Alright" the Doctor exhaled to calm himself in failure much to his dismay "over the years and all the planets we… acquisitioned, we manage to find more than a modicum forerunner artifacts and technology that most we have reversed engineered to be used as a catalyst for human progressed"
The Doctor continued "Recently we have gathered some information taken from multiple installation that consist of data on many florae and fauna derived from multiple planets, each data of any creature elaborates on their characteristic on every form, from its personality to its genetical makeup… this includes humans"
A sound of murmurs decorated the council room, the doctor is silent for a moment, whether to let the information sink in or to find his words for further explanation is unknown "Go on Doctor"
The Doctor proceeded "You see… the information regarding humans on the data we gathered are… so to say… vastly different from what we know of ourselves"
"Plainly Doctor please…"
"Right… to the topic of project Dianthus… the human genetical information that we have found on the forerunner facilities are much more sophisticated than well… humans as we are now…. You and I that is, this includes the spartan"
"Elaborate on that…"
Here comes the bombshell "it is implied that thousands of years ago, we have actually forced to devolved by the forerunners… under unknown circumstances…" and just like that the room grows silent, though no eyes of shocked came from all the members partaking on the event, all cold and calculating faces, even the doctor is confused.
"I have read up on that report recently…" another voice said "as it is written. Humans' civilization used to be just as advance as the forerunners, correct?" The doctor merely nods on the enquiry "So straight to its implication to the project please doctor"
"Well, you see…" The Doctor took out papers from his medical coat and spread it around the table "I have already created the protocol on the creation procedure and the augmentation process of Project Dianthus" the doctor looked around the room with expectations "every bit of information and context has been provided by the reports that you have now and the documents that I just gave you…"
The doctor takes his breath again, his uneasiness seems to be replaced by subtle excitement "the data we have regarding ancient humans… the ones before the devolution occurred have greater overall capability in every aspect than, as I said… humans now as we know it"
"I understand that already…" a frustrated voice is heard "go to the specifics, doctor"
"Well… let me just… take a look at this anatomy…" a shuffled chair is heard "This is a visual of ancient humans' anatomy… I am going to use ordinary humans as a comparison template… just know that both specimens are known to be average examples of their types. Speculation on the ancient human one…"
"So, from the start we already see the clear differences of both examples… on median, ancient humanity is on average ten to twelve feet tall as oppose to six feet to eight feet of ordinary humans… their muscle density here seems to be at least twenty times greater than an ordinary peak human with their skeletal structure being thirty times greater than the other… in helping blood production, circulation and density so to speak…"
"Their metabolic processes are also off the chart, the intensity of the circulation of blood due to the aforementioned skeleton and other means of anatomical process of it are significantly greater than even the ASTER projects. Most of my colleagues hypothesize that they can survive and regenerate from 50 MGs point blank if they are healthy…"
From that statement some members on the table glances subtly towards one another.
"Now look at the eyes… notice the glowing red color of it… that is actually not the pigmentation of the iris… that is the accelerated significant amount of blood being transferred at a penetrating rate throughout the bodies including the eye… this leads to greater information gathering processes through eye sight. This coupled with neuron activities greater than previous versions of Spartan's makes reaction processes much more immaculate and impossibly faster"
Some individuals listening to the explanation seems to be offended by the statement, but the doctor gave no indication of noticing it.
"Now this is the good part… from the translated information of forerunner research, many of beneficial hormone such as the HGH and testosterone or any of the such effects on the body are greatly amplifi-…"
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