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1986/01 - Silverdrift Hold, Void Haven.
Have you ever imagined a man thousand years old stuck in a six year old body ridden with bruises, cuts, and scars?
Have you ever imagined such a six year old leading his own secret organization into achieving a unified world government?
I sure as hell can because I'm doing it. Right now.
That's what technology could get you.
Having clones and sleeper agents across the entire world worked wonders in my establishment of the groundwork needed to make this world a better place.
My focus... my focus will not be on the actual leading part just yet; I can leave those to ADA and Alisa. They both already know our goals and objectives. I trust in them to work from there, if not... well, I could always lend a hand.
But no, my focus will be on further developing technology.
Starting from having any and all my clones get their very own neural up-link system and give them an AI to bond to their consciousness so that there would be only one mind, we call it DreamNet. And not just the current clones, this will be made available to everyone one as well as future recruits.
From there, recruitment of extremely capable scientists and engineers will begin. Starting with the clones from Yuri's home universe and work our way up to those from this current universe's earth. Once I've got all necessary infrastructures working, I moved onto different branches of technology on my lonesome.
Imagine my surprise when an augmented soldier and I got into a small conversation, which caused me to go berserk and create a slew of modular starship designs with dreadful capabilities once sicced upon enemies. My berserk-ing was, fortunately, controlled and directed onto creating such devastating technologies I fear that not even the UNSC at it's height could entirely stop me.
They could only slow me down as I am now.
And yet, given time, I could grow these technologies to it's maximum potential and break beyond any limits such that I could send a single ship at a galaxy and it would be capable of conquering any Tier III Civilizations it could encounter with extreme prejudice.
Besides the creation of starships and weapon systems, I got on track to my development of my Warehouse-turned-Bunker Complex, which left a distaste in my mouth. In my berserker fugue I came across retrieved records of new scavenged technology from Big MT and devoured them with relentless zeal.
I turned my Bunker Complex into a singular Vault which was then connected to even larger Vaults, I don't know where the resources came from but my berserker fugue did not stop there.
No, it certainly did not; various technologies from different universes came in handy specially my knowledge of Fusion Reactors and Pinch-Fusion Reactors courtesy of Cortana's teachings, Microfusion Cells from Big MT, Antimatter from Ada's research and developments, CryFibril Artificial Muscles and Nanotechnologies, Praetor Suit Hammerspace, Argent Energy Converters, and other such technologies.
With each different tech covering more areas in overlapping, overarching, and synergizing madness-induced-design through one another, it had turned into a more than adequate amalgamation; inventions that were greater than the sum of its parts.
What I got was a Vault Complex that may as well be a heavenly body as big as half of the moon's size.
I do not specifically know where I got the materials but I suspect that I did some stellar lifting from some distant star within range of the milky way's supercluster, I just don't know where. And yet I cannot deny the results my berserker fugue got me.
Tier-II Technology.
Technologies that only True Tier-II Civilization on Kardashev's scale could have; I have them. But my fear of encountering alien civilizations trumped my need for adventure.
I do not need war on my hands.
Not without a united mankind.
I need the world working as one to even begin the establishing of an interstellar government. I am fine to operate from this Void Haven of mine and subtly changing the course of this Earth I've chosen to come to.
Then, and only then, will I accept blood on my hands.
It was, however, at the end of my fugue that I felt like I missed something. It wasn't until I came to my personal quarters and proceeded to my personal med bay that I saw my sister.
I forgot about Rose.
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86/12/24 - Silverdrift Hold, Void Haven.
Something is wrong with Rose.
She is perfectly healthy. She just won't- she won't-
She won't wake up.
I can't wake her up.
Every time I try to wake her up; chemically induced wakefulness, low charge defibrillator, nothing.
There's this unidentified energy I could detect from my scans of her and I could only hypothesize that it was doing something to her body and I can't figure it out. ITS FUCKING FRUSTRATING! As if it was locking her consciousness away!
And of fucking course, I also have a similar weak energy signature!
Upon review and self-reflection, some of the memories I've had from this previous body's tenant indicated that we were capable of some sci-fi technomagery extra-sensory power shit.
There was this time where the two of us were running away, and I don't know from who, but we were running rather pathetically as if it meant our efforts were futile... then, we just kind of popped away onto the roof of some building.
Poof, we're on the FUCKING roof!
WE COULD fucking TELEPORT!
And then we have TELEKINESIS, which seems to be limited to pulling or pushing objects. And we can't repeat the feats, it was as if it requires us extreme physical and emotional stress to trigger. If that happens, we could pop away again and teleport away!
We could use telekinesis, TELEKINESIS, for fuck's sake! It's like we were somehow related or has connection to the fucking Didact or Fore-fucking-runners!
Have I mentioned that we could also FUCKING teleport?!
FUCKING TELEPORT!
God- FUCK!
What the hell are the powers even worth, if I can't heal the one that I've come to see as an actual sister?
And that fact hammers into my head every time I look at her, that I can't-...
I can't heal Rose...
*sigh* it's little matter now, because she will live. Minimal brain activity was present, she isn't a vegetable, even if she can't sense any stimuli. As it is, she is in an unknown kind of coma and I just have to wait for her to wake up. I can wait for her to wake up, no matter how long.
Longevity isn't an issue with CryFibrill, Rejuvenation Nanites, and genetic engineering.
I only have to persevere.
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87/01/01 - Silverdrift Headquarter, Mars.
My achievements in securing important institutions and governments is one that I am proud of. Because it was a product of me venting my failing emotions toward productivity instead of going berserk and only acknowledging my efforts after the fact.
Want something known to the entire public at large but can't find some way to disseminate the information without looking like another nutcrack preaching about the end of days?
Want to shame someone so bad, they'd turn to suicide?
You want information blackout?
How about instant celebrities?
Raising awareness on actual critical global issues?
Slandering monopolies and bringing down your enemies?
The network of media companies that I have agents within can see to that. There's something else that I want, an information about something, an observation of someone, anything; the wonders of knowledge, skill, and technology from different universes can come to the rescue. Always.
My generals and other department heads want some clones from Yuri's universe to be inserted to the society? Make a request and send it to the Headquarters on earth and the Intelligence Officers will take care of the rest.
But-
But... I'd have expected for there to be only few problems here, as in this time and universe, as opposed to Master Chief's. And yet, it seems there is more to it than the eye could see.
All it took was one botched operation.
Only one.
One wrong move; to insert a clone into the society of England.
I ended up uncovering something much, much, much worse.
Magic existed in this world. The stuff of legends that, right now, seem to be the only explanation I could accept for Rose's state of being.
You know, actual MAGIC.
And with magic, a whole can of worms splattered all over my plans.
Writhing, worming, digging, sabotaging.
I could not stomach the fate that befell my constituents, but I had to push through for them if I really wanted to accomplish my objectives.
The female spy clones I inserted were kidnapped and slated for slavery and prostitution. The male spy clones had their organs harvested, some sold to become boy toys, some to be experimented on.
My mind went to things I have convinced of myself to never try.
As much as I wanted to start cloning Yuri Prime, I know he will be an even worse problem once I have sicced him upon Earth. He could control the whole world.
In just a day.
We don't want that.
And THEN there's this... this burning pile of shit on the other hand.
These... "wizards" have almost the same unknown energy within them, much like my sister and I. Each "magical" signatures are unique but bear a base pattern that we could scan for and start hunting them all down.
Imagine my surprise when I found out that there's thousands of hotspots for these wizards. It's all over the world. Some can't even be stared at by humans. It's some form of mnemonic/memetic obfuscation, I know it. But through the use of VI-Drones, we could scan and detect the general area of where these locations are to make an approximation, and from there, prepare to blindly invade the hotspot with surgical precision.
But that meant we have to scour for miles, time that will be better spent directly countering these bastards.
So, I commanded one of my generals to discretely begin collecting DNA samples from these kinds of people and to start making modified clones of them.
I have a revenge plot to see to.
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87/06/03 - Silverdrift Headquarters, Mars.
I've had a hundred Special Forces, Rangers, and SEAL clones from Yuri's universe on standby, confirmed the information for the seventh time, stormed the location of the assholes that targeted my clones, then I tortured the shit out of the assholes.
Why?
Because besides the clones that were butchered, I lost 311 recruits to these fucking scumbags! THREE HUNDRED AND ELEVEN honest to god people! They have genuine memories and loved ones.
Those 311 people have families.
Families.
I didn't even know, back when I plotted all these, on how the damned wizards could detect the newly grafted neural implants. Because all these 311 people were in the first stages of being introduced to the DreamNet, and without the full security of having a full bond with their non-sentient AI, they were... compromised.
I tried and made sure they couldn't be compromised because, deep down, I know that Yuri's mind controlling could become enough of a common occurrence to wherever or whenever I am, and thus, it necessitated to take precautionary steps, measures, implements, devices, or whatever adjective and verb I could cram in.
The result was the neural implants similar to Navy Officers from Master Chief's universe and the same neural countermeasures from the Nanosuit 2, all joined together to be upgraded with tear-inducing difficulty.
This effectively made sure they could resist and defend against mnemonic, memetic, and actual psychic attacks.
But the universe begs to differ.
Because, to my FUCKING surprise, these wizards have something called the "Mind Arts" and through this, they can magically defend their minds from (physical or magical) assault and, in turn, assault other people's minds if needed be.
And it doesn't end there.
Oh no. It does not.
They can go invisible, control the elements on their person or around them, conjure things, transfigure things, charm and enchant and shit.
They can literally bend the world to their will and whims.
And this.
This is what they chose do.
They chose, to Hide magic from the world and commit crimes against Humanity.
I had them tortured to the last man.
I knew beforehand that they couldn't handle the situation when they were attacked from all sides by Special Forces, Rangers, and Navy SEALs who can go invisible, sustain fatal wounds without batting an eye and then heal from said fatal wound in seconds, and employ the use of weapons that shoot lasers and plasma.
Each of whom were wearing an experimental hybrid; the whole Nanosuit 2, Aural Stealth Suit's Medical Suite, Resource Integration Gear, PIP-Brace, Energy Shielding, and Delta V Body-Thrusters into one deadly combination.
I call it the Nanosuit 3.
It's testing was a resounding success.
Each of them already have the training, the memory, the experience.
Each of them have VATs, energy weapons that does not have recoil, nigh-impenetrable armor, neural up-links with their own AI bonded to them that allows access to a battle network, and a considerable defense against any mnemonic obfuscation or psychic attacks.
The wizards never stood a chance.
We only suffered one loss. And that was when one of the assholes summoned a SEAL's weapon to him with a summoning spell. Said SEAL proceeded to then beat the shit out of the wizard with nothing but her hands.
Yes, the weapon was the loss.
All of the criminal bastards were incapacitated and taken straight to the holding cells in the Void straight into the paws of my Intelligence Officers. And of course, no wizards were killed, only tortured and then placed on VR-Sims to use them as "Voluntary" test subjects.
From there, I had resumed the cloning and societal insertion to gather fortune and power all while ensuring not a single clone of mine goes missing again.
No asshole will jeopardize my plans.
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87/11/29 - Silverdrift Hold, Void Haven.
The DAMNED wizards have their own governments and their very own damned wizard spies and agencies!
I've unknowingly taken one of them from the operation back in June of this year, the one where I simultaneously had the live-combat test-run of the Nanosuit 3 and the saving of as much people I could and the uprooting of those wretched scumbags.
The spy posing as their member was already taken care of and through him, I learned many things. He was a hit-wizard hired by the wizard police/military of MaCUSA, the US wizard government, to locate the associations of these ring of slavers, track their clients, and put a stop to this operation so that MaCUSA can have some breathing from the US Gov. which, of course, I didn't care about.
It was fatally unfortunate to be him.
I've since then moved on from attending to the matter and allowed my Intelligence Officers to takeover and handle the issue.
My focus right now is to prepare for the future; should I encounter someone so strong and formidable that even I couldn't handle them, what would I do?
Throw antimatter at them.
But how would I do that? Missiles?
While missiles are practically what the UNSC used to keep Covenant ships at bay, they are a strain on my current production due to lack of ships that will actually use them.
But will I use them now?
Heavens, no.
Missiles could be shot down or even countered by another missile before it reaches a target. Worse; redirected towards me. Even worse; sabotaged before it could even launch.
Maybe if I have made a few breakthroughs in missile technology, but I want to focus on what Ada already gave me; Antimatter.
So, I looked among what I have and what I could do.
I checked my gamer perks as I browsed hundreds of weapons when lo and behold, a laser rifle from the Fallout universe gave me the answer.
I could make the laser rifle's beam to turn into a quantum acceleration range acting as the isolation field which will ultimately become the delivery method and mode of propulsion for the anti-particles. There are lots and lots of sciences involved that it required me to push further to develop a solution to the constant explosions whenever it was slated for testing.
A plasma rifle, also from Fallout, answered my problems with it's absolute (but extremely unstable) quantum containment when fired or used both within vacuum and also in-atmosphere.
Though the missing limbs, near-fatal injuries, critical malfunctions, and unexpected explosions were becoming a trend. The only remaining problem was that it can't be powered by the wondrous Microfusion Cells, Electron Charge Packs, Small Energy Cells, and other forms of energy storage from the Fallout universe... because it always shorts due to insufficient charge.
Handheld antimatter energy weapon was literally annihilated every time it was tested, no pun intended.
On the other hand, Starship Antimatter Cannon and Turrets thrived.
Vast amounts of resources were required, quickly supplied, and the prototyping of initial models were made quick.
How did I manage to supply a gigaton of resources so quick?
At first, I had to bridge together various subjects about magic and science, then coordinate with my people what I need, and it was a fruitful foray into the theories of magic from thereon.
Through the extensive 'scientific-approach' onto the known magics, I have gained access to a location that dozens of my cloned wizards and witches tiringly secured; mining down on Earth became trivial. Especially when there was not a single nation, country, group, or faction that could object if it was done underwater, deep into the seabed of the Pacific Ocean.
With a one-time deployment of my Thunder-Cruiser, I've had my people start mining deep into the Pacific Ring of Fire, which provided metals and crystals that proved to be far too vast, I can't believe no wizards have ever thought of it!
It had been so copious that I decided to recall the wizards sent to Mars via portal and secure the place with magic before I started pulling all able-bodied man and woman right into the mines underwater, deep into the Earth's crust.
With Elite Advanced Suits enchanted with magic made available to everyone, mining accidents were always prevented before it could happen, or that it was negligible when it happens anyway.
It was fun, having a whole place carved within the seabed so as to hide it from sonar and other possible methods of scanning.
The best thing? The wizards and witches can create a warding system and carve them into huge precious-stone slabs. And such warding can protect against a lot of things; non-magical beings, divination spells, sight, sound, smell, even touch, and plotting, etc.; the jackpot?
They can ward against motherfucking EARTHQUAKES for as vast as the warded area was. And we have 30 squared kilometers worth of surface area to dig into!
It was broken as fuck.
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88/03/01 - Silverdrift Hold, Void Haven.
*zap*
This-
*shiing*
This, is incredibly monotonous.
-What am I doing this time?
I'm trying to see to my Gamer powers.
-The fuck does that mean?
Abilities. I'm trying to come up with them.
-The fuck is that?
Abilities are the answer to why I have Action Points.
Abilities are like perks, but needs to be cast to apply the desired effect instead of being passive, which costs me AP to use. Abilities are the opposite of skills. Skills are passive and only used to measure proficiency and competency. Abilities provide a wide variety of the stuff I can currently do at the cost of AP.
Like the [Harry Potter Magics] ability that I gained when I practiced doing things I have studied from the materials appropriated from the slaver wizards.
I can cast spells like [Repair], [Banish], [Summon], [Vanish], [Animate], [Transfigure], and such.
The fact that I could do it without a wand proves that I have to see to my Gamer powers because it seems to have been impossible for witches and wizards to cast without tremendous power wasted, if done without said wand.
But the clone-wizards were saying it's extremely hard and wasteful to cast spells without a wand and nearly impossible for one so novice in the magics. I must have been using a wand, or so they claimed, when in fact I was casting it wandlessly and silently.
-Why is that? How so?
I costs me -5AP to cast any of the spells at their weakest and can be variable if I wanted a stronger effect. For example, if a house's furnishing all broke, an average wizard would have to spend more than 90% of his AP (I think it's actually AP, not mana or willpower) before he finishes repairing everything that was broken. At the end of it, he'd be tired from continuously repairing a house's worth of furnishings. And that was with the use of a wand, a focus that allows the average wizard to cast.
When it comes to me though, I would only need to aim my hand in the broken thing's general direction (I found that I don't need to, but will have to do for deception) and then cast away. If there's an average of say 37 furnishings or furniture that needs fixing, that'd be 185AP out-
AP: [185 + 108] | AP/s: [5 + 3.6]
-of 293AP or 63.13% of my total AP which I will recover in about 22 seconds. Even then, I won't even feel tired. Having a wand though, I would guess that it might reduce the amount of AP needed to cast spells.
OR, in a different scenario; if my Thunder Cruiser somehow got split into two, I can try and continuously channel [Repair] onto it until it gets fully repaired... not to say that I know how much and how long it could take me, just that I could.
But I don't want to solely rely on [Harry Potter Magic].
Which, is the reason why I want to see if I can create another subsection to my Abilities.
-What am I prattling on about?
Versatility is a thing that I want. I have let my people upgrade the Praetor Suit, develop numerous armaments, and I am adding more and more to my knowledge base by the day...
But if an enemy can still find a way to cause harm with all that preparation, well we wouldn't want that to happen in the first place, would we?
If I could end the fight before or right after it started, then I wouldn't say no if all I have to do is make myself hit harder, act better, move faster, and think smarter.
That said, I need to pursue bettering myself in whatever ways I can.
-Well, why am I holding back on genetic modifications?
I still need to map out whatever genetic enhancements or mutations that I will try to copy. This is so that I can avoid growing cancer or unwanted crippling side effects.
But not to worry.
It is not as if I held back on genetic development, I have almost a hundred projects being run by my clone workforce that I have given each their own AI to help them, the DreamNet.
Basically, the premise of DreamNet is... it's like Master Chief, but has a non-sentient AI version instead and have a much more literal permanent bond that somehow segues to them becoming a Post-Human like Prophet and his Nanosuit.
The AI is loyal to me, and the Clone (who is also loyal to me) knows from their memories that there was a world war on going back in their world- the ones from Yuri's universe, anyway.
With the Cloning Vat mainly used in espionage to insert sleeper agents into different nations, there is a wide variety of people with different nationalities made available to me.
For the clones though, this time, they are free from that war. Free from the divides of their nations and are allowed to pursue what they want under my rule.
And these Clone-AI humans, because they are permanently one and the same, are making sure I do not lack in the genetic modifications or whatever projects they have in mind.
I just want to make sure it's all clear before they see actual testing and experimentation on live humans or something dangerous and disturbing.
-Does this mean you're wasting time so you don't get bored?
Yeah.
-Versatility, eh?
Well, it's boring.
Practicing the [Harry Potter Magics] had, at least, let me unlock further magics in it up to [Master] Level with an actual pending acknowledgement from a fellow Master in the Art to be finalized, but I want something more.
Something solid.
Something adaptive to any situation.
Which means I have to keep doing this, whatever this is.
It's boring but at least there aren't any dangers that wants me dead. Like the Flood or Covenant, or the Didact, or some Insurrectionists.
...god, do I appreciate the lack of those.
But man, it's boring!
Always, everyday, every hour, it's this report, that approval, that project thing, these resources, those devices, that thingamajig, every single day!
And I have to do research to progress on my abilities-
FUCK!
Here's to more boredom.
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88/04/27 - Silverdrift Hold, Void Haven.
The boredom I suffered has proven it's worth; I have gained a new ability called [Conceptual Magic] complete with it's own branches that I'm not sure I could fully map out.
[Harry Potter Magic] has it's various branches that I could unlock barring the arts of old lost to time.
On the other hand, [Conceptual Magic] is the actualization of a concept, hence the name. Owing to it's name, it has proven to be very much hard to use and extremely difficult to comprehend without extensive knowledge of [SCIENCE!] and [Harry Potter Magic] that it left me mentally exhausted, drained of energy.
But this, this [Conceptual Magic], is... I don't know how to exactly define it's capacity but, in all it's observable effects and extent of effectiveness?
It is absolute.
If I used the concept of [Abyss] or [Nothing] or Nothingness, depending the target's conceptual capability, I could erase it from existence with nothing but the application of the Concept of Nothingness.
But using Conceptual Magic even once was life threatening for me and nigh impossible for any other people, even those who were cloned from different universes and spliced with the gene-borne magics from this universe.
It is a form of magic that required full absolute understanding before it can be sought after.
Again, the boredom proved it's worth; I now know that SCIENCE! can be further used together with Magic because it yielded me [Conceptual Magic], besides my Mining Base on the Pacific.
Only, this time, I have to try some different combination to get a different result...
See if I can still get something useful from the fusion of the two.
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88/05 - Silverdrift Hold, Void Haven.
Do you know what happens when you introduce [Harry Potter Magic] to SCIENCE and Technology?
It goes haywire.
Or with other forms of energy, at least.
Magical energy -in Huge, Highly Free Flowing, Unstable, Quantities- [abr. HHFFUQ; pronounced HaHa... (oh) Fuck.] can induce fluctuations in electricity that usually ends with both doing a mock-annihilation.
What I meant by annihilation is what exactly happens when matter and anti matter meet; sheer destruction. They annihilate each other, leaving behind pure energy in the aftermath.
Magical energy, in meeting with electrical energy, imitate antimatter meeting with matter... only to the extent that they violently enforce a form of stability onto each other. And once this stability is enacted, they go poof, and then produce a magically stabilized electric current, albeit one that is hard to contain, as well as a left-over stabilized portion of magical energy from the [HHFFUQ] state that it was before.
Do you know what happened when I did a simulation of introducing Runes, Charms, and Arithmancy of [HP Magic] into the technological marvel that is Fusion Technology?!
UNLIMITED POWAH.
Not exactly, but a whopping 82,354,300% increase in power output just because I ran computer simulation and magical arithmantic formulae to see if I could solve the nasty problem of magic screwing with modern technology?!
It was glorious!
The result; a Runic Array that has 7 clusters of 7 clusters of 7 clusters of 7 clusters of 7 clusters of 7 clusters of 7 different rune schemes tied to 3 sets of 3 sets of 3 sets of Self-Sustaining Rune-Charms that loops back into each Runic Array so that the overarching Arithmanthic formula could run itself and prevent collapse and critical overload. To make it even better, it was all inscribed with magic-aided plasma-lasers for extreme precision...
It's not really unlimited, but come on!
That's being 823,543 times better than a mundane fusion reactor.
A simple and basic fusion reactor is capable of generating 1 gigajoule per second and that alone isn't enough. It is the reason why fusion cores are used in duo or arrays of three or more.
Now I can have a SINGLE magically aided fusion reactor that is capable of producing 823,543 gigajoules per second.
The best thing? It can last for 2,470,629 years! Practically forever since I could have even more fusion reactors made in a single year alone!
We could force open a way into slipspace the size of Installation 00 and still be able to power several other Installations and Solar Systems of human colonies, while being in an all-out war and in full-time war production.
But that's using the simplest Fusion Reactor that you can make in a college laboratory, not the latest and most advanced ones! Those new ones can produce 1.3 - 1.6 terajoules per hour.
And to think that I only decided that on a whim!
How come the wizarding world didn't know of- oh, right, the fusion technology came from Halo universe. And that the wizarding world of [Harry Potter] is so backwards that their concept of moving forwards is synonymous with stepping away from the present and further into the past.
Sucks for them.
Unlimited Powah for me.
This does, however, render the antimatter power generators old, but not obsolete, if I could get even a single Mystic Fusion Reactor properly operational.
Hmmm... with further research into magic, I could permanently magic up a fusion reactor from being the size of a nine-story building down to the size of a shoe box or possibly the size of my small seven year old hands...
Ha! Magic!
Also; HA! I'm still a kid in an old guy's- an old guy with an old g- fuck.
LINE BREAK!
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88/11 - Silverdrift Hold, Void Haven.
Having magic and clones capable of magic helped a whole lot.
Oh, have I said that wizards can be cloned? Well... No.
Which led me to upgrade and find a better way to modify genes without an actual human dying due to spontaneous cancer. It didn't take me time at all.
But can wizards be cloned, even then?
No, they cannot be directly cloned.
But they can be copied if their genome was modified enough to say that the Original Wizard and the Clone Wizard were distant cousins that look almost alike, but not really. Kind of like a doppelganger; you'd say they're twins but turns out, they aren't and they just look alike. By sheer happenstance.
On the other side of things, I have unraveled the base genetic sequence for being magical. Which opened a lot of things for me because with how cheap and safe I have made gene-therapies, I would be having a whole lot of people capable of magic.
Got that?
Alright.
So, I've finished the trials and now the magic-and-technology fusion project is in it's final stages of production.
Using all the available technology to improve the precision and the runework details? Priceless invention beyond measure.
Instead of a whole year constructing the fusion reactor, everything was done in two months, complete with the Runes and Charms. The rest were used as testing phase to see if it wouldn't blow up on our faces.
The five months that followed after those two months had proven that it won't, you know, blow up in our faces.
And now the end of the month approaches and we're finishing the production. If this is successful, all our tech would be slated for projects to receive similar upgrades with magic.
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88/12/01 - Silverdrift Hold, Void Haven.
DUCK YES!
QUACK NO!
FUCK YES!
FUACK NO!
UNLIMITED POWWAAAAAAHH!
...
Ehem.
...
It is done.
The Mystic Fusion Reactor (MFR-01) is finished.
And holy fuck.
The sheer amount of antimatter I could make with this? It's near limitless. The amount is astoundingly mind boggling. While it made an Antimatter Power Generator (APG) old in comparison, it did turn the APGs into effective auxiliary and emergency power supply.
And we also made another design for a resizable version and a permanently downsized version, labelled as the Mystic Fusion Reactor Mk. II (MFR-02) and Mk. III (MFR-03).
Which means it can be portable.
Which also means it can be stolen.
And then used as a powerful bomb, comparable to a blue giant going super, super, supernova, by the wrong hands, even by those with good intentions.
It can destroy a whole solar system and it's neighboring systems if it ever reaches a chain reaction with the local star that it is deployed to.
And so my paranoia was to be sated; the Mystic Fusion Reactor has it's own VI that operates all it's aspects, from the power flow to the magical components; all of it. Not one person, or otherwise, can use it without authorization.
Only I, the designer, architect, engineer, and owner, am allowed and authorized to use the Mystic Fusion Reactor to it's fullness.
Once again,
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89/12/04 10:40 AM - Hogwarts
Plans.
Politics.
Prestige.
Pressure.
Those were the things that have shoved itself on Albus Dumbledore's face. Once some stuck up pureblood convinced (bribed) a human Gringotts Staff to provide knowledge on a certain Ritual to find or search for someone of importance (one of the twins) and when the results were studied, it was made public.
Which, in turn, pushed the people into an uproar.
Connections were cut and reformed with different ones. Contracts were struck. Businesses were swept. The masses call for justice.
Albus couldn't believe that there was somehow an overarching force or entity that was driving each subsequent events following the actual uproar. He couldn't believe that there was a man behind the curtains because everything was happening in the most probably improbable way!
And they, the pureblood supremacists, planned to try and capture one of the twins in order to sacrifice them to the Dark Lord Voldemort, the quote "not-so-quite-dead-Tommy-boy" unquote, just so they could begin ousting the muggleborns once again.
But since the twins weren't inside or even remotely near the protections of the Blood Wards 'made by their mother', even a simple divination ritual could find them. Provided it was powered by a hundred synchronized souls casting the ritual in order to breach into the void.
Or an extremely powerful and ingenious wizard, like him.
And when the results were indicative and blatantly stating that they were not in this world but still very much alive and kicking?
Now every single pureblood up in leagues with Tommy boy are politicking and are actively trying to remove Albus from power and any other position he has.
Albus heaved a heavy sigh.
The world is a dark place. There are expectations to keep up with and there are a lot of people who can stymie any single person's effort just so that they themselves could remain above those they took advantage of. This is how Albus finds himself with a lot of pressure to contend with just so he could hold out until the twins find themselves in time to return to Earth. From all sides, even on his own side, he is assaulted for losing the so-called Twins-Who-Lived.
Rubbish. That's what it is. Any single wizard or witch has themself the power to topple nations if they so choose.
The only reason they actively don't, is that the whole wizarding world does not like to advance. Extremely tunnel-sighted in valuing tradition that which has safeguarded every single scrap of their life from their ancestry down to their property.
Sure, these values and traditions have kept them -and their magics- spectacularly strong even when the very magics in the air is slowly diminishing in potency. But that was only due to the leylines still pulsating with power. Their entire communities and properties are built on top of those. Should one wizard or witch find themself on the muggle world and away from these leylines, they'd find themselves losing power slightly quicker than they would.
Their backwards thinking or not, even Albus had to admit, that everything in the wizarding world will fade away in a few centuries if not decades.
A new age will come.
They don't know it yet, but they can subconsciously feel it. And so, every single one of the able-bodied wizards and witches are clamoring on so little things. All to try and build their prestige from the remains of those they've taken from. To prepare for what is to come, unknowingly.
The world is a dark place.
The International Confederation of Wizards was only made in order to regulate the knowledge of the wizarding world away from muggles. And considering each man, woman, or child of the wizarding world have their own plans and aspirations; it must be kept away from muggles who wouldn't understand the concepts with which wizards thought all their plans and aspirations of.
Every single seat in the ICW is sat upon by those with great interests in controlling the wizarding world. Especially when it involves those who want nothing but power for power's sake.
They are deliberately setting him up for failure at every corner.
And all of them know what happened with regards the twins.
Plans. Politicks. Pressure. Prestige.
*sigh*
But even if his plans and prestige run far deeper than their paltry attempts could reach, he is growing weary by the second with everyone's politicking and pressuring.
Albus is getting too old. He has spent far too much time in using a particularly strong Time Turner to go back by days to do only miscellaneous tasks that he can't be bothered with, to prevent a Time Anomaly.
Oh, how he wished he could ensconce himself away from everyone, but no, Fate still has something in store for him.
'Bloody prophecies, I am growing tired of this.'
Such was the pain he has to bear with his posterior because now he has to visit his old f- something touched his mind-
He immediately vacated his line of thoughts. The last time he felt this was when someone gave him a Vision. This may be the start of such Vision. Without any second thoughts or deliberation, he stood and made a mad dash for the fireplace, uttering his destination and flicking powder into it, within a second, he's reached the Ministry Atrium.
Pandemonium greeted him like an old friend and he flourished his might in reply.
Flashes of lights came and went, the air was rent, and bodies in twain.
Blood, metal, viscera, stone, innards, and rubble flew everywhichway. Hitting everything and everyone unshielded against the battle that raged.
Panicked shouts were ended as quick as it started, inattention led to death, and underestimation led to horripilation.
But Albus welcomed it all, as if it was just yesterday's fight at Hog's Head, even if it was instigated by those unknown to him.
Within moments, the Ministry was obliterated and his body count was higher than ever before. Only, the lead perpetrator escaped his grasp and the only ones he could take down were goons.
It left something sour in his mouth.
And it was not a lemon drop that did it.
It was an attack on the magical populace of Britain and he is a few minutes too late.
An attack, by Morgana's sagging tits, a frontal assault on the Ministry by an unknown. And it happened on the one and only time that he chose to willingly visit Grindelwald.
Talk about fate.
Good thing there were still living witnesses and captured live enemies. He could use this unfortunate event, this grim incident, in order to further what must be done.
A costly advantage he could capitalize on.
These attackers weren't the average wizard, they were armed with armors far superior than the knights of yore. To make matters worse, they were all capable of taking two or three spells of any kind before succumbing to a final one.
He looked on the aftermath.
They held strange weapons similar to that of the muggles but these ones fired bolts of some kind, as well as missiles with effects almost similar to that of a wizard's wandcasting of concussive and elemental spells... only that the weapons seem to be more devastating than both muggle weaponry and any wizard or witch with a wand.
'Note to self; switch back to my cap and tell Minerva that her suggestion of hats almost got me clipped in the head... With a missile.'
A tired sigh escaped his lips, he fixed his hat, nodded in resolution.
It's high time he immediately set every plans of his making and get everything in order, starting with Grindelwald's last Vision addressed to him and anything that he'd missed.
The rest would have to follow.
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89/12/04 10:09 AM - New York, New York
"We repeat, this is not a drill."
Hysteria.
"This is a Level 6 Emergency, pending Armageddon. Proceed to designated evacuation centers, coordinate with Aurors. Follow protocols in accordance with Armageddon Provisionary Act of 1973."
Panic.
"We repeat, this is not a drill."
Every magical in the whole country, man, woman, child, or otherwise; everyone was busy panic-evacuating or hunkering down their homes and raising their wards into wartime footing.
The president was already evacuated by the very minute that the Magical Exposure Threat hit Level 6. They had to prepare for the fallout of the event in question. Following the necessary steps, they took every able-bodied witches and wizards into evacuation centers to mobilize and respond to the threat.
But that wasn't all they needed to do.
The Threat Level measurement apparatus went berserk, every single gear overclocking and spinning beyond speeds it was meant to do. Every single hand was going back and forth, spinning wildly. Shifting from clockwise to counter-clockwise, randomly, and without proper reason.
This behavior was indicative of what they didn't want but had to eventually and grimly prepare for.
Exposure of Magic through Cataclysmic Event.
"This is a Level 6 Emergency, pending Armageddon. Proceed to designated evacuation centers, coordinate with Aurors. Follow protocols in accordance with Armageddon Provisionary Act of 1973."
To make sure the Magical Exposure Threat Level Measurement Apparatus was as effective as possible, it was conceived through the efforts of anyone capable of seeing into the future, streamlined by numerous runemasters and charm masters, and integrated into the entirety of MaCUSA by way of both magical and non-magical means.
The result was a device that can be tuned onto by anyone with the necessary equipment and license. A device which will deliver it's updates without fail barring a cataclysm that can block or disrupt it's inner machinations.
And such device is now falling apart.
"We repeat, this is not a drill."
Hence, why every magical in USA were in panic.
The apparatus was made near-indestructible to any means conceivable; magical or otherwise.
Now, it was destroying itself; overclocking just so it could measure the extent of the threat. And even the-so-called "Book of Records on the International Confederacy of Wizards" was self-immolating as it added upon newer and newer pages of reports upon reports, ad infinitum.
"This is a Level 6 Emergency, pending Armageddon. Proceed to designated evacuation centers, coordinate with Aurors. Follow protocols in accordance with Armageddon Provisionary Act of 1973."
Everyone knew, without a shadow of a doubt, something was coming.
It may be stemmed.
But it is already coming, and they're too late to stop it.
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89/12/04 10:11 AM - Near Boston, Undisclosed.
Jane was a 29 year old researcher, nuclear physicist, and recent astrophysicist. She was previously talking with her friends Meiji Kaku and Andrea Veidt about Intrinsic Fields when all of a sudden three alien pods crashed from above, into her backyard.
When they ran out from their joint underground laboratory, something caught her mind. As if she heard some- prepare for the progenitors -thing but she can't be bothered to hear it.
Cleanse the world.
Like a whispered breeze, it passed by immediately. Gone in a moment. Even their following actions were a blur to their minds. Everything just fell into places.
Soon enough, they were wearing power armors much more advanced than what she saw from the government's recent developments. And those were exoskeletons. Too rudimentary that it may as well be made of sticks. But these armors on their person were extremely advanced that they couldn't think of anything else besides alien technology.
Her eyes landed on Andrea and she lamented why she hadn't spilled her guts yet. Andrea's armor was thicker than hers but was accentuating Andrea's sexual appeal, snugly fit to her every curves. Whereas Jane's armor was as thin as leather in comparison. Curiosity got the better of her and she observed Meiji.
Her armor was extremely heavy and her mouthwatering features were completely hidden. There were no visible identifiers that belied her identity.
"ATTENTION!"
"WHA-!/GAH!/FVCK!" the three of them simultaneously recoiled from the shocking voice that reverberated in their ears and the sudden appearance of a figure in front of them.
"YOU HAVE BEEN MIND CONTROLLED BY ALIENS. WE ARE TRYING TO FIGHT BACK BUT THEY SEEM TO PRIORITZE INCITING PANIC TO THE WHOLE WORLD AT LARGE. WE ARE SILVER LIGHT, PROTECTING THE WORLD FROM THREATS. UNTIL RECENTLY YOU WERE UNDER ALIEN CONTROL. BUT OUR-"
"Wha- what the hell is going on?!" Andrea shouted in confusion and fear.
"-SCIENTIST AND ENGINEERS HAVE FOUND A WAY TO RELEASE YOU FROM THEIR MIND SLAVERY. LONG STORY SHORT, ALIENS ARE INVADING AND WE NEED YOUR HELP TO USE THEIR TECHNOLOGY AGAINST THEM-"
"Jane, do- do something!" Meiji begged and was frantically waving her hands in front of her helmet to shield and sneak a peek at the apparition.
"-HUMANITY NEEDS YOU. BUT IF YOU DON'T WANT TO HELP US, WE WILL ENSURE YOU ARE SAFE, FIRST AND FOREMOST. THERE IS NO TELLING IF THEY CAN REGAIN CONTROL OVER YOUR MINDS, WE WILL HELP YOU. STEP INTO THE PORTAL TO GIVE YOUR DECISION... this is an automated message, please step into the portal to defend humanity or decide otherwise." The ghost-like man winked out and was replaced with an opaque and glowing portal of varying colors.
Jane's mind was now racing with thousands of thoughts.
Aliens? Secret Organization that defends Humanity? Mind Control? Power Armors? Aliens?
... the Illuminati is real?
"J- Jane, what do we do?" Andrea asked warily. "Let's hear them out. Aliens are attacking us. We can't lose." she said with resolve.
"But what if they were the aliens? Or- or- or if they are the government and want the suits for themselves? Or if there were no actual aliens and this was just an experiment?" Meiji countered with her usual theorizing.
"I really can't say for sure Mei. But we have to at least do something. And if they want to take these suits from us, assuming it won't hurt, then they can have someone else use it to fight against the aliens. We have to decide, time is running out. Let's hear them out first before we get overrun with aliens." Jane reasoned for the three of them. Because even she herself could not believe what was happening. Yet everything looks the same, everything feels real, she wasn't in some kind of dream or trance of some sort.
No, this was happening.
And they can help.
Her friends know she wants to. She knows herself she needs to. Her hero complex may or may not be at fault again, but the whole world is under alien threat.
"Okay.. okay. I'm with you Jane." Andrea voiced out her support.
Meiji forced out herself her decision, "I don't like this but you'll just go into the fire again! Fine! I'll come too!"
"Thank you. Come on, let's go."
They entered the portal.
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89/12/04 10:11 AM - Hope, Idaho
"Subjects secured. Proceeding with full lockdown action-plan. Over."
"Copy Wingman-actual. Observe caution, anomalies are still attacking. Central Out."
Everything was sailing smoothly thanks to an upstart company named Vault-Tec that made a deal with Blackwatch to build them the first anti-everything bunker that can withstand even with the earth going apocalypse. So Blackwatch gave near-unlimited funding for them to design and build a bunker system that can handle just about anything as they claimed.
In exchange, Blackwatch will endorse Vault-Tec to the government.
Vault-Tec, of course, got the short end of the stick. Within the contract was a stipulation that the facility be tested or given a trial-run of at least a decade up to a maximum of twenty-five years, or, barring the unlikely, the facility be actually used in the event that it was actually designed for, before they can be endorsed. The big wigs at Vault-Tec knew they were going to get shafted and so they made another deal on top of the first one.
Vault-Tec and it's subsidiaries will create technologies that Blackwatch will have partial-access to. From the prototype stages and up to the stable beta-version, they will be given the chance to use it. This included the first ever vault/bunker system, the concept as was envisioned by the company, aptly named Vault 0.
Blackwatch agreed only because they get the much-needed tech to combat the kind of creatures they were meant to.
Right now, Blackwatch is using it to house and store every single personnel, equipment, and research they could cram into the Vault.
"This is Wingman-actual, come in Central, over."
"##is i# Central, what's the situation Wingman-actual? Over."
"We're getting movement at the Vault Door, permission to enact Kill Box Overwatch? Over."
"######, the General says to do whatever you c## to secure the subjects Wingman-actual. Over."
"Copy that, Central. Enacting Kill Box Overwatch."
Armored humanoids were surging forth towards the well-hidden bunker in one of the buildings near the town center. Closed Circuit Television units were already seeing movement within the whole town and they were all converging towards the Vault entrance.
They waited for most of the enemy to enter before immediately sealing the ten-meter-long vault entrance shut.
Outside the vault door, the remaining combatants were riddled with armor piercing rounds of every kind from hidden turrets scattered around the vicinity of the vault entrance. To make sure they were dead and not faking it, they were immediately showered with fragmentation grenades. None survived.
Inside the vault entrance hall, infected creatures spawned from side-tunnels that immediately closes upon releasing it's contents. It resulted in sheer chaos where the lightly armored combatants were swarmed by the infected runners. The more heavily armored ones were holding fine but were quickly peppered with armor piercing rounds by anti-aircraft turrets that sprouted from the ceiling. And as was the same with those outside, the entire hall was peppered with fragmentation grenades.
"Central, Kill Box Overwatch is a success with more than 90+ kill count pending confirmation. Over."
"Copy that Wingman-actual. Proceed with protocols. Over."
"Acknowledged, Central, over and out.
"Listen up! Kill Box Overwatch is still in effect! Wingman-1s, 2s, and 3s, I want that hall sterilized and the enemy equipment smelted to slags on the spot! Wingman-4s, 5s, 6s, I need full battle report and enemy analysis! Wingman-7s and 8s stand by as backup to Wingman-1s, 2s, and 3s. Wingman-9s go take your squads and secure the facility! Remaining callsigns, stand by for topside clearing operations! DOUBLE TIME!"
It was just another day for Blackwatch.
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89/12/04 10:01 AM - Silverdrift Hold, Voidhaven.
I am become stronk.
Incredibly stronk.
The last vestiges I needed to conquer and fully master my available abilities in [Harry Potter Magics] have been laid to rest along my other repertoire.
Through my brief apprenticeships to different cloned wizards with the appropriate skill/subject mastery, I have thus completed mine own education.
All completed, certified, endorsed, and verified within MaCUSA under my true name Ashton Silverdrift. Although I am also Harald James Potter, there were no reasons to tell them otherwise. Even if I had to risk identity fraud.
It still had earned me my perks and my long awaited power boost on [Harry Potter Magics]... now that I mentioned it, I think I took over the main character of this universe.
'Haraldr' could be misspelled as Harald and Harald can be turned to Harry, and then bada-bing-bada-boom I am Harry James Potter.
It sucks too much and I can only wonder why everything went as they did for me because I was the "main character"... But that does not excuse Harry's death and my apparent hi-jacking when he did die. Or, if my memories are correct; why then, did we have to suffer under the Dursleys and their wrath if the Dursleys are concerned about their image?
Exhibit Prime, we were three fucking years old when shit started happening to us. How the fuck were we able to speak as six year olds with the vocabulary of eleven year olds? How the fuck were we missed from the nursery or kindergarten?
Exhibit A, they want us to not be seen nor be heard. But because paper trails exist, as well as neighbors, they'd have to at least try or it's Child Abuse that'll ring their bell come next morning.
Exhibit B, they tried to instill absolute obedience. Do not talk nor speak nor think that we could amount to anything other than their... whatever it was that they could compare us to.
Exhibit C, god forbid, should we have strange ideas or inexplicable bouts of ESP (they tried to say it's science but it isn't), we would not experience the measly scraps we were sometimes given.
Considering those, then the best that they could have done were to give us twin the cold shoulder and name-calling. A few chores here and there. Or just hide us in the house, anywhere except the cupboard, and never let us out.
But the starving, the beating, the maltreatment, and demeaning? It does not make sense for them to do it. They were specifically trying to get a good standing in their community. So why do it to MOTHERFUCKING CHILDREN?
Alas, here comes my power into play.
Having mastered magical medicine or at least the equivalent of being an actual doctor in the wizarding world, I tried to solve the problem of my sister's comatose through all I have at my disposal.
Then I encountered the thing.
The thing on Rose's forehead was the darkest piece of vile filth that I have ever had the misfortune of seeing. It was so malevolent that it passively corrupts any living thing on it's surrounding within a forty-nine feet radius.
It does explain all our abuse under the Dursley household. But it does not explain the why of it's existence.
So I dug deeper.
Deeper and deeper until I struck the metaphorical bedrock of all events concerning the two of us siblings.
It started with the wizarding community closest to us. It includes the entire European region of the ICW. Directly within reach was the Ministry of Magic for Britain and it's community. From there I sorted it out. All the available information was examined and cross-examined by my Intelligence Officers to make sure whatever I ended up with was reasonable and within all possibility.
I discovered a war and an unrelated revolution before that. But when I finished... I started digging deep again. That is when I struck the metaphorical bedrock, again. A bedrock hidden under meters worth of metaphorical chunks of steel that barred me from knowing anything at all.
And the recent war is what deeply concerned us. The death of our parents in the recent Blood War, as I see and call it. The one at it's helm is but one man, a self-proclaimed Lord Voldemort. Rumoured to be so powerful he might as well be the fourth coming of Merlin, but evil. He was powerful enough to go toe to toe with the rumoured second coming of Merlin, Albus Dumbledore, whose full name I won't give any more attention to, but whose history I will touch up on.
Albus Dumbledore took down his friend, Gellert Grindelwald, whose ideas of Greater Good were in contrast to Albus' Greater Good. Based on perceivable motives, both wanted to eradicate xenophobia between magical people and non-magicals. But at some point, everything went sour and a revolution was set into snowballing down the mountains. It became so big of a problem that the entire wizarding world turned their eyes on them.
But by the time it became a problem, actions were already made to stymie the worsening that could happen, should Grindelwald continue.
By the time Grindelwald was already imprisoned in his own fortress, the small problems from the Blood War were already set to snowball down the slopes.
From there, massive deaths occurred, again.
Wizards and witches, pureblood or muggleborn, and specially muggleborns; they all died if they were against Voldemort. My parents were against him. But not openly until a year and a few months before our birth. They then did something I couldn't find nor understand, but I know it led to them hiding away with us.
Then Voldemort decided he had to kill us... Voldemort, he... he committed suicide via infantile twins.
The spell he used had backfired against all his wishes.
His followers were then scattered to the winds. His actions were condemned. His everything was buried. A worldwide manhunt was initiated by the Britain Ministry through bounties and active contracting of hitwizards.
But alas, something told me it wasn't all.
So I tried to dig deeper.
One of my agents, an Intelligence Officer Rank IV, had discovered things that would implicate Voldemort's proof of life.
Yes, he didn't die.
But why exactly has he been 'dead' for nine years?
It doesn't make sense.
I dumped my research data onto my Intelligence Officers and decided that they could figure it out while I try to exorcise the malevolent spirit-thing on my sister's forehead.
I don't want to be in the wrong; the thing on her forehead was doing untold evil but it was making her strong and weak, at the same damned time.
I have had theories that it wasn't the only reason why she was comatose. I know this, because I tried to clone her. But there weren't any memories to clone. That was the main problem. She didn't have memories and her mind can't make itself to wake up. Something that her magic was trying to solve... I think.
Add to that the existence of the thing on her forehead and it all boils down to her comatose state. And so again, I have to at least try to exorcise the thing... without doing unwanted effects to my sister's psyche. Or what's left of it.
Which means I have to delve into either Demonology or Soul Magics.
The skills I have had to train, the [Abilities] I now have mastered as was marked by my [Perks], were all used to deal with whatever problems or inconveniences that I will have to face. But not all of them. They were NOT specifically geared towards combatting malevolent spirits.
This wasn't what I was preparing for.
I prepared for battles, subterfuge, and war.
Not exorcism of foul beings that turns out to be a residue of Voldemort's stupid suicide that he left for us in a last grasp effort, as according to the leading theories of my intelligence officers.
... if he was at the very least dying, then how the hell had he done a ritual that would've taken at least an hour to complete? More so if the reports from incident analysis were, and I quote, "-resulting into instantaneous and total magical obliteration that left nothing but ashes, as the remains of any living being, within a nine feet radius.", unquote.
Getting that particular file in the first place was a load of red tape. How was it possible? The primary reason would be the tens and hundreds of cases that overshadows it, so much that you can't even notice anything else besides the one raping your face.
Want a sample? Here's one; 16 years old female, multiple lacerations and semen samples. Rotting estimated for 3 days. Found in Knockturn Alley raid ###-####.
The implications alone of what happened threatens the mind to know more about the truth, and you can't even know if you could stomach it if you actually knew. Only the fact that you knew what happened, even if it only was an implication, that alone is enough to predict what else they were willing to do.
Statistically speaking; one rape case does not equal a trend. But the fucking proof, the actual victim, is in front of everyone when the investigation was conducted. It was right there in their faces along with the magical diagnosis they gathered from the semen samples.
And if that wasn't enough-
Anyone with a half-brain-cell in the wizarding world could devise a divination ritual to identify the general location or identity of the perpetrators... but here it gets blurry.
There are specific laws covering general fields in the wizarding world and each law varies very differently just as the muggle world law vary from country to country and from state to state.
In the United Kingdom, any ritual of any sorts are forbidden and are only allowed if it was given clearance to be performed in advance and in accordance to the provisions covering said subject.
And so, the Ministry's hands were tied.
Why can't they just decide to hell with it and solve the problem at it's roots and not the symptom?
Well, you'll find that corruption will always rear it's ugly head to make the nastiest spit it could, to dare you do it.
Let me rephrase that; Corruption will always rear it's ugly mug or stick it's nose everywhere, and both are equally bad.
That was what happened in the entire history of the wizarding world. It has happened and will continue to happen, unless someone tried to change the power balance.
I couldn't care much for politics but it reeks of it in this universe, in this earth. I don't know if this universe can bear any resemblance to Master Chief's but if almost everyone is like this, why the fuck would I try to rescue them? I'd sooner fetch select people and abandon this earth for another planet somewhere, and it doesn't have to be in this universe.
Problem is, I don't know where to star-
¡ALERT!
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Priority Level 1 Alert: Extra Dimensional Anomaly
Scans: Global Threat - Numerous
Threat Assessment: HumanExtinction
Summary: Multiple wormholes cascading from 3rd - 9th Dimensions detected, unknown origin. Preliminary data acquired reveals threats to be escape/drop pods. The event was estimated to have occurred 3 minutes ago and is still continuing. Agents are reporting pandemonium across magical societies but a not-so calm tension to the whole world's non-magical population. Agents report to hear commands/urges to approach alien pods that have landed nearby and before they know it, they were garbed in power armors and is given a directive they can reject but is passively compelled. DreamNet is a partial success. Further information; see full report.
Time: 10:31 AM
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Holyfuck-
"aFUcKINgInVASioN
"ALISA MY ARMOR!
"ADA GET ME A JUMP SOLUTION TO THE NEAREST-"
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The fuck does that mean?! It wasn't fully functional befor-?!
My armor thunked onto my face-
Fuck.
Right, focus.
-it was already a Nanosuit 3 but exhaustively upgraded even further to the best that all I and my clone workforce could. The nanites themselves were made from runesmithed and ever-charmed Saturnite. But-
Ding!
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Systems Upda-
-that was not the only feature, nor upgrade. I dismissed the annoying game notification and finished my suit up.
There are no more reliance on safety protocols with my version of this upgraded Nanosuit, it is entirely independent and is already unlocked to the point that I could initiate full symbiosis with the suit-
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Extradimensional Threat
"It may end us all." -Apocalypse Prepper, Nutcrack
[] Defend against Earth's Extradimensional Crisis.
[] Stop Voldemort and his plans.
Duration: Unknown.
-Consequence-
Completion: Progression.
Failure: Unknown.
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I dismissed the screen and breathed deeply...
You have got to be fucking kidding me!
I just had my Dimensional Anchors created last week! Why- oh fuck, it was only applied on Void Haven. But then, why the fuck do I have these enemies swarming by the thousands?!
FUCK!
Blame later, fight now!
"ADA, WHERE'S the portal?"
Straight from my left, an impromptu beacon was dropped by a Silver Knight and gestured for me that it was my portal.
I searched through the records and found the man's name, "Colonel Hendrick, status?" I asked as we both stepped through the portal.
"We are down to 4,800 Troopers and 2500 Knights. DreamNet is working within optimal parameters. But the Quantum Nesting is being strained, we need more operable systems." He answered back and gestured to the holotable in front of us.
"Push that request, Ada, please." I spoke out loud, Ada replied with a chime.
I turned my attention to the hologram on the table displaying our current location on the middle and the battle field statistics rapidly updating on the left and with the projected enemy logistics on the right.
"I'm going to deploy, where's the highest concentration of these bastards?"
He took a moment but he quickly maneuvered the hologram to display England and highlighted what I think was the magical hotspots. On the other side, past the waters, was the rest of Europe highlighted with different red and blue spots.
"The red are the enemy ground, blue are reclaimed locations regardless of who pushed back."
A quick look to the battle stats showed me that we were losing bodies faster than acceptable. I manipulated the hologram to show me the highest traffic of civillians as opposed to enemi- they were targeting magical people.
"I'm deploying, solo. Patch me through all radio..."
"... we're live."
*sigh* right, focus.
"This is Silver Actual. Everyone switch to thematic armor layer. Silver Knights are to begin establishing footholds. I repeat, establish footholds. Do not push further. Silver Troopers, run interference and search for magical people or creatures. They are the ones getting attacked. Once foothold is established, begin rotation on clearing operations. Scout Troops are to immediately salvage allied casualties and equipment."
Hendrick seem to have a different idea but I stopped him, "Do not argue. Those are my only commands, the rest is on you and the generals. I'll be available on the battle net, Ada is on me. Coordinate with the others if you must."
'Ada, get me coordinates to allied forces somewhere in France.'
'One moment... beacon ready.'
I deployed the suit's portal and quickly stepped through the swirling energy of opaque cerulean oval; M14 EBR - Modified to shoot 12.7mm was slung on my arms.
I wonder what my image must be sending, a ten year old loaded for bear and ready to kick ass... I look exactly like a child soldier, albeit with high tech equipment to die for-
My musings were cut short by a woman in Silver Knight thematic armor layer. She cut me off with a "Sir!"
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"Order, ORDER-!" Albus Dumbledore claimed.
Yet they wouldn't listen.
"ORDER I SAY!"
Everyone winced.
Rarely has anyone been able to project their will, magic, and intent unto their voice. But that was why Albus Dumbledore held three prominent positions of power.
He was far too formidable.
"Now that everyone has calmed down, I will continue..." He paused for effect and to gather their attention. His eyes roamed quickly around the assembled regional representatives and their respective government leaders.
"I declare a call-to-arms."
Eerily silence descended upon the gaggle of politickers and when it was burned to their heads, the sheer incredulity of why such a thing must be done merits a scoffing or utter rejection.
Dumbledore continued, "In three minutes, the whole world will fall into chaos. The [Magical Exposure Threat Level Measurement Apparatus] over in MaCUSA will implode on itself. Our very own [Book of Records on the International Confederacy of Wizards] will immolate itself-"
"Preposterous!" The Regional Representative for Southeast Asia exclaimed, "Such a thing would require Armageddon! And all the seers in the world would have predicted such a thing in a Prophecy!"
It did nothing to break Dumbledore's composure as he continued, "And it is why I am declaring a call to arms. I am here only as courtesy to all of you. My job, and my only job, is to ensure this governing body is led true to it's name; the International Confederacy of Wizards. If I do not inform any of you, there would be no Confederacy nor would there be any Wizards to speak of."
The Senior Mugwump quickly began to pre-empt others, "I call-to-arms; the African Region responds."
"So does the North American Region."
"So do the South American Region."
And on, and on, it went as quick as they could.
It was clear why Dumbledore was the Supreme Mugwump. He did not fool around, he sliced down the opposition and went straight to the point.
"I hereby declare this emergency meeting adjourned and now call for a state of emergency, a call to arms against a common enemy this day of December 4th, 1989, at the time of 10:43 AM." Dumbledore spoke yet again in that intentful-sonorous.
When his voice finished resonating throughout the hall, everyone felt the magic begin to settle and bind the very air in answer to the call.
Everyone made to leave, but the Supreme Mugwump had a different idea.
"We are not yet finished; I call for a blitz-session."
Everyone sat down, knowing that the extra meeting will not take more than five minutes.
"An old empire has awoken in response to this calamity," and Dumbledore snapped his hand to let fly the dossier and summary for the blitz-session. "This old empire has detected the traces of ritual magic permeating the very Earth and has traced them to be from Goblin-made but Human-casted Divination ritual.
"This... Silver Empire has been protecting humanity with extreme prejudice since the dawn of magic, their knowledge has been lost to time, their techniques incomprehensible, their reach unattainable." He paused to survey their reaction to his speech and their reading.
They did not believe a lick of sense what he was saying.
"I could not believe it myself, when I saw them to be humans doing what is magically impossible; Resurrection."
Oh, Albus liked their stupefaction. If only they knew.
"I met the same man, more than what I could count, all at the same time; Self-Replication."
Their jaws were on the floor now, if only they knew.
"They call themselves the Silver Empire and are already assisting in clearing this calamity. The rest of the information are available on those dossiers. Meeting adjourned."
Everyone watched as Dumbledore stood and twisted on the spot and disappeared into a dot. They just saw a man apparate to Merlin knows where through Merlin knows how heavily warded this Fortress was.
Then came each Regional Representative's personal owl and familiars delivering red and black mails.
Red for urgent matter, black for massive deaths.
Each mail was checked and read.
Albus Dumbledore was not lying.
Everyone scrambled to get ahold of their people and sink their claw and fangs on this Silver Empire.
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Here was Albus, reflecting on what must be done.
He does not like to visit, not even after two centuries.
The usage of Timeturners had made Dumbledore experience much time than everyone else, especially when his Time turner can allow him to go back for seven days.
He is now pushing through his 23rd decade of life.
It was a fact he does not want to share.
A burden too dangerous to be let go.
And in his time as he used the Time turner again, and again, and again, to handle every single problem in an effort to minimize whatever unfortunate event it was... He had accumulated power.
Power that came at the cost of time.
Nicholas had offered him the Elixir, but they fell into an argument.
He could have lived normally for three centuries already without using an artifact such as his Time turner and without imbibing the Elixir to extend his time. But if he didn't choose, the casualties would have been far too great and far too severe.
So he settled on what he felt was right; Time Turners.
And now here was Albus, trying to utilize every second of his mortal life but rooted in place due to his emotions.
He has already accepted what happened on that fateful day.
But for the life of him, he just couldn't let go.
... he breathed deeply and steeled himself and knocked.
"Oh, a visitor, enter!" came the muffled voice.
He entered, resigned that he has to do this.
"Albus! Haven't seen you in a long time!"
Heavily enchanted straight jacket and heavily enchanted ball-chain.
"So good to see you." He muttered.
He did this.
"How are things?"
"They are not fine, almost everything on fire."
He hates himself for it.
"I told you Albus... er, did I?"
"Yes. But can you tell me again?"
Why was he here?
"Afraid not."
He should go.
"Why ever not?"
No, he has to do this.
Only a few minutes, he can stay.
"Because I did the math! 3 + 4 will never equal to 3.14! I know because I did the math! 3 + 4 will never give me PIE! Never ever-"
He did this to him.
"But why no-"
Why should he be here?
"-never forever never ever never!"
He can't even look straight!
"But what did happen?" Albus squeaked out.
"Stop throwing me these questions Albus-!"
He has to.
"I'm afraid I have to-"
"Well I'm getting nauseous following them swim around!"
Why did he have to do this?
"... very well. One last question, then no more."
"Out with it, Albus."
He has to.
"Show me."
"Follow."
They came to the room where there was a basin filled with ever-shifting water and sat on the two chairs opposite one another.
As soon as they sat, reality folded into itself and unveiled what must never be seen. Deep into the burrows of knowledge Albus was led, beyond earth he was pulled, and so they gazed unto the possibilities.
Soon, they came crashing down to their chairs. Gasping for breath, hoping to settle their realities and untie the eldritch knowledge clawing at their minds.
"So, we both know I already told you. Are you convinced yet?"
Only Albus was extremely winded.
"Not even once-"
"Ah, '-and so the world shall cometh to clash the stars.' could not be specific enough for you?"
The eldritch horrors were insurmountable-
"A Prophecy isn't crystal clear, it will never-"
"-never forever never ever never."
-to reliving his past, because he-
"I think you should lie down on your bed now-"
"WAIT! Maybe, I'm wrong. Maybe it was S-A-R-S and my autocorrection rune matrix was acting up again-"
He...
"Lie back down on your bed now-"
"Aha! You'll never catch me! Remember this as the day you almost caught, Captain, Jack Sparrow-! *thud* ZzzzZzz *snore*."
He did this.
Albus held back a sniff, "Why, why do you always have to make things hard for me?"
And he hates himself for it.
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Colonel Hendrick came down on their ears with the a panic attack.
The President was deploying alone.
Their squad followed the Colonel with their panic attacks. It wasn't logical. Even if DreamNet was reported to have been successfully working, it was no reason to be reckless.
"Fuckfuckfuckfuckfuck!" their squad leader Justeaze went on. "just- what- why-" came the heavy weapons specialist. Yes they were stretched thin, considering that they were responding to global threats with only 10,000 Silver Trooper and 5,000 Silver Knights.
But it was the height of stupidity to do a job alone when there are plenty of people to help around. Especially when they are willing.
"Sarah, where's the president LZ?" their lead asked the sniper.
Sarah pointed to their far right where a swirl of energy was beginning to expand into an opaque cerulean oval. "Right, Christine greet the president and get him over here. Go!
"Sarah, scope out enemies and clear the LZ. Patricia you're spotter. I'll secure our location."
If it weren't for the actual proof of the president's prior existence in Void Haven, everyone would have thought he was just a boy genius.
But no.
He was more than a thousand years old and was trapped in a boy's body who has a sister that is known to be in perma-comatose.
And if everyone pushed for another forum to discuss the President's very being, they'd argue he was a deity in human form or that he is an actual god already and they just can't sense him.
Of course, the President shuns their Deification of him.
Although these past few years has mellowed him out on the subject and is now susceptible to their quiet admiration. The only problem was that he keeps on pointing the fact that he is in a kid's body, their blatant deification might have unwanted effects.
"Sir!" Christine greeted the president.
The president was instantly sending them data over the battle network. Without further argument about why they were here and why his solo deployment was interrupted, they were given commands to form up and follow.
It was astounding to see for them; to see him direct the entire effort to counter these Progenitors from their place across the entire globe.
The orders he gave were counter-intuitive but saved even more lives than their combined effort.
Then, without a clue or a hint, came his Order.
It will one day be known as The Order.
The battlenet was flooded with it, and everyone was forced to switch to energy weapons. Squad 013 of FOB-02 laid as prime witness to the President's rage as everyone fought with zealous ferocity.
The energy weapons barrage began to pour in waves.
This would be the day that will define the Silver Rage.
This would be the day when the order was given.
"Begin Genocide."
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[Portable Perpertual MF Cell]
Handheld weapon systems and designs needs better power supply, the following design attachments to be used as base idea for an upgradable module;
[1] UAC EMG Sidearm, Gravitational Dynamo.
[2] Micro-Fusion Hyperbreeder Cell.
[3] E-343 Rune Magics, (MFR, configuration matrices #03)
[4] E-343 Charms, (MFR, configuration matrices #03)
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[BFG 9000... in SPAAAAAAACE!]
S.P.A.C.E. F.G. 9000 suggested definitions:
-Super Phenomena Arc Canon Energy FG 9000
-Superliminal Projectile Aberrant Chronic Energy FG 9000
-or a more badass combination possible
-Big Fucking Gun 10000 was found to be lame
*as was requested by staff
There are commotion as to whether the BFG must be upgraded further or not. The majority has decided that, why not?
And so, 7 meter long short-cannon and 49 meter long long-cannons using BFG 9000 as base design improved with E-343 Runes and [Q35 Matter Modulator]; thus, the SPACE FG 9000 came to life. Their projected destructive capacity was at Planetary Continent Wrecker for 7 meter cannon and Solar System Destroyer for 49 meter cannon.
-Continental Wreckage projected to be capable of busting any planet's mantle. May lead to planetary destabilization.
-System Destruction projected to be within range of 4.6 light-second up to 0.3 light-hour radius of initial destruction before a star collapses and reaches supernova.
Preliminary simulations prove that fully quantum-borne energy weaponry (such as the Q35 Matter Modulator) can be used to hypercompress and supercharge shots through intense ionization greater than what the critical levels that the BFG 9000 normally does. The BFG by itself is only semi-quantum-borne, and is only an energy weapon on hypersteroids by sheer fucking scale due to the horrifying level that Argent Energy can reach and it's capacity to break the known laws found common among universes.
When all the Kinetic Accelerator simulations finish with success, both turrets can be configured to fire at relativistic speed with impunity.
Power Supply needed:
Requesting Dedicated Power Array for 7 meter cannon.
-See [Portable Perpetual MF Cell - Detailed Archive] for details.
Requesting dedicated MFR-03 variant for 49 meter cannon.
-See [Mystic Fusion Reactor]
Requesting Argent Energy Converters.
-See [Praetor Suit Power Modules] & [Praetor Suit Resource Integration Module] for details.
Status/Notes: Approved. Employ Tier XI Restrictions, and STAY the fuck AWAY from the Vault Complex by 147 lightyears.
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[Energy Weapons - Gluon Dissipator]
Imagine firing an energy beam which spirals toward a target. Imagine then that instead of doing what any other energy weapon does, like the UAC Plasma Rifle, this one directly attacks the very forces that keep sub-atomic particles together; removing the very force that hold quarks together.
Congratulations, you have just pictured the Gluon Dissipator in theory.
The weapon will remove the bonds of any subatomic particles and scatter them without exception.
The Gluon Dissipator is therefore immediately lethal to unshielded organic beings due to probable instantaneous organ damages or bodily vaporization. Use of energy shields can protect against the barrage of a Gluon Dissipator within acceptable probabilities.
An array of MF Hyperbreeder Cell can be used to fire up this energy weapon for only a whole second, by then, the MF Hyperbreeder Cell array would be truly spent. Further testing is required to see viable energy efficient turn outs.
Status/Notes: HoFuckAnotherOne?! ah shit, it's recording- Fuck- uhh, Approved. Employ Tier XI Restrictions, build 147 lightyears away from the fucking Vault Complex and 147 lightyears away from the motherfucking SPACE FG 9000.
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[Praetor Suit Upgrades & Magical Compatibility]
Final testing within ten days. Upgrades are as follows:
[1] Antimatter Gen. and MFR-02 linked to Argent EC.
[2] Matter-Force-Energy Shields merged with rune shields.
[3] Suit enchanted with E-343 Rune Array System.
[4] Suit Integrity improved, new alloys and carbides fitted.
[5] Suit flight capacity increased to FTL 3LY/day.
[6] Suit Joint-Flexibility improved beyond human agility.
[7] Suit [Resource Integration Module] upgraded.
Status/Notes: What. The. Fuck.
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[Metal Alloys & Carbides - RSaC]
Runesmithing and charming during the entire metal alloy and carbide production-and-smelting process gave magically reinforced materials that can withstand, hypothetically, 343 seconds of continuous attack from the Gluon Dissipator Energy Weapon. Nearly 6 minutes of sustained damage from the Gluon Dissipator.
All without any form of sustaining such alloy or carbide with magical energy.
A Saturnite alloy produced through the RSaC Alloy & Carbide enhancement process is inconceivably much lighter but denser than a normal Saturnite Alloy normally produced.
Any materials produced with RSaC were found to form an unbreakable passive and weak energy field that holds together it's atomic structure tighter than it's original counterpart could. And although an RSaC Saturnite alloy can still be destroyed, it was found to be 2187 times better than regular Saturnite.
Antimatter or anti-particles can be contained using these metal alloys and carbides by capitalizing on the weak energy field. Upon contact with antimatter, an RSaC Saturnite alloy's weak energy field repels the antimatter away. This is in no shape, substance or form, a cheap replacement to our costly antimatter containment fields and devices. In fact, it eclipses our current containment fields and devices like a tardigrade and the moon in terms of cost and production time.
And a simple outside factor can easily detonate the antimatter enclosed within the RSaC Saturnite Cube made to test it's viability as replacement for antimatter containment devices.
Producing RSaC alloys and carbides is time consuming and will require three different wizards or witches working on one assembly-production-smelting line that will take 27 whole days.
Currently we have over more than 243 wizards that are aided with their own Nanosuit 3 to make ends meet. There are still problems with regards to the production line such as fatigue on the wizard; constantly supplying magical energy saps the wizard dead-tired on the first day. With Nanosuit 3 and work shifts, the production is thankfully unimpeded.
There are concerns and suppositions, however, that having different wizards work on the same batch of materials has an effect on the potency of the final product. Through research and experiments concurrently conducted, all proved that there are no difference among the such products made by wizards from different shifts.
-See [Praetor Suit Upgrades & Magical Stability, Item 04].
-For even further details, see "Runesmithing and Charming Compendium IX, The"
Status/Notes: Holy fucking ship! Make a fucking Infinity-class Starship out of this! I don't fucking care if it doesn't have mechashift or how long it will fucking tak- MAKE AN INFINITY-CLASS STARSHIP WITH THESE METALS- FUCK, MAKE IT BIGGER AND MODULAR AND STUFF IT WITH ALL THE SHIT WE HAVE! REMAKE THE FUCKING VAULT COMPLEX IF FUCKING POSSIBLE! I'M AUTHORIZING MASS PRODUCTION AT ANY MEANS NECESSARY. No Restrictions.
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[Magically Stabilised Transdimensional Devices]
[1] Transdimensional Displacement Device.
[2] Personal Transdimensional Teleportation Device.
[3] Transdimensional Beacon System.
Introduction of wizarding communication through the 'Floo System' that is mainly used as a travelling system garnered investigation. Merit was shown through Apparition, Portkeys, and other esoteric kinds of magical transportation.
Once research into portkeys were made, charms and runes were topic once again. Through a Third Level Rune Array, proper teleportation was rediscovered. A careful analysis and testing shows actual requirement of using runes to initiate magical transdimensional travel(s). Simply channel magical energy and sufficiently strong willpower over the magically stabilised transdimensional device to travel with magical stability.
Further improvements and research pending approval for testing with Tier VII Restrictions to Tier IX Restrictions if possible. When approved, research shall begin into allowing non-magical beings the use of this magically stabilised method of travel. As well as the magical methods of warding against unwanted travelers.
All of this however, pales in comparison to the actual goal of creating Dimensional Anchors, Dimensional Locks, and Dimensional Shields.
-For further information, please see Research into "Magic; Willpower & Belief, Intent & Purposes, and Magical Capacity/Capability".
Status/Notes: Approved. Employ Tier XII Restrictions. Strictly follow the damned Restrictions. *ehem* this is lame compared to the other one and- oh shit it's still recor-####
*Addendum: Alright you motherfuckers, I just said to FOLLOW THE GOD DAMNED RESTRICTIONS! Someone has to have leaked this back on Earth-343 or did something that caught someone's attention! And I meant extradimensional beings! ELDRITCH ABOMINATIONS! Now we have a crisis on our hands followed by the lockdown of our Mars Headquarters where research into #########################- and if I find any of you ############-kers ###### dead! HEAR M#?! YOU GET LATRINE DUT###########-
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The information and knowledge stored on these databanks are only available through her eminence Alisa Kusanagi's insistence that almost everything must be chronicled or at least has the necessary records that can be used by future residents of Void Haven or to those granted permission to know what must be known.
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[DreamNet]
The cloning technology that was scavenged by the Eternal President and exhaustively upgraded by Him and His daughters had proven to be very invaluable. Through this technology came the problems of morality, mortality, morbidity, and so on; it was deemed too powerful an invention to waste.
And the President argued, claimed, and proved; We have unlimited space, we have unlimited time, we have unlimited resources; all of that, so long as we stay on Void Haven.
In exchange, we would become stagnant and extremely bored.
And so, the select few who wanted to join the President in His quest went to an Earth that He had 'scouted' before hand. The rest who were left at Void Haven were left to achieve their own projects and goals at their leisure under His children's supervision.
Because of the President's vast knowledge on the Operation of Parallel Dimensions and Omniversal Navigation; it was deemed too dangerous to be defenseless to psychic-enabled beings similar to Yuri. This development of contingency against such eventuality bore unexpected fruits.
Hypnotherapies were undertaken whenever available or possible, in an effort to protect against mnemonic-based mental attacks. When tested, actual psychic resistance was shown through the VR Mental Trainings. With the introduction of calibrated Neural Uplinks and bonded non-sentient AIs, an exponential mental fortitude and resistance against psychic attacks were discovered.
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When an unlocked Nanosuit 3 was added in to the mix, thereby turning the subject into a post-human, it was found that nothing short of a full Ego-Death or Death of Personality or Death of Consciousness can render the subjects susceptible to mind control.
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All these research and experiments have an unintended consequence of turning the subjects to be capable of inhabiting computer systems, much like what a Smart AI does but without the readily available capacity of a Smart AI.
This, in essence, turned the subjects into what researchers coined as 'True Cyber Humans' that are capable of many things a Smart AI is, so long as such Cyber Human is knowledgeable or skilled enough in whatever function they want or need to perform.
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In short, if a Cyber Human does not suffer an Ego-Death they, he, she, or it, will remain alive for as long as there is an available body or computer system for them to inhabit.
For detailed information read; Technological Mortality.
Further readings:
- Cloning Technology
- Development of Reproductive Android Bodies
- Intrinsic Mortality
- Magical Mortality
- Souls; An Overview
- Technological Mortality
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[Cloning Technology]
It was found that; Yes, clones do have souls, just not similar to the original with the same memories even if they were memory-flashed.
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In short, cloning technology is a technology too important to be left alone and must be utilized with all the care and efficiency the President requires of it.
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[Holo-Vending Machine/Fabricator/Nano-Forge]
It is possible, that the President's ingenuity and his berserker fugue are both beneficial. Because the ability to produce any object from a template with nothing but energy is quite the achievement.
The combination of these; the Vending Machine, Quantum Fabricator, and Nano-Forge are beyond astounding as it allowed us the preliminary research into negating entropy.
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Then, with such proof, we could rightfully say that we could survive the test of time with all these technologies borne of our President's hard work.
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[Mecha Shift Structures & Examples]
When the construction of a Mobile Command Vehicle (MCV) began, it was decided the Mechashift Construction Design was far too valuable to be left unused and unapplied on other technological marvels available to the Silver Empire.
A single MCV whether it be an Allied, GDI, Nod, Soviet, or of Yuri's design; they are extremely versatile and capable of building a nation. It is mainly used for the quick construction of a Forward Operating Base, but as it was further developed it became into something else; A Nation-wide Central Base of Operations.
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Yuri and his establishment of a lunar outpost has proven, that within days, a fully defensible base can be made.
The Soviet's subsequent response to such base has also proven that the MCVs can create a fully operational command center within minutes and eliminate an enemy with superior number and technology, even on the surface of the moon.
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Currently, it is being implemented to all other structures. But the crux of the matter is the rapid development of Starships capable of Mechashifting. The first prototypes proved the idea has merit and has now been implemented into frigate-classes (1km).
Further development turned these fearsome ships into a Death Sentence once unleashed onto a battlefield.
Using borrowed technology from different universes has allowed to create a Mecha that can be piloted by a single person and an AI working in unison. The current model has all of an MCV's feature and more.
A Fighter-class is the improved version of the MCV based on the now combined and revised designs of the Allied, Soviet, Yuri, and the Eternal President's own creations. It could transform into an extremely mobile walking tank or become an infrastructure that could build a Rook-class Mech Ship.
A Rook-class is the next monster in the series of Mech Ships and is much bigger than a fighter-class. Just as with a fighter-class, a rook-class can build a bulwark, and a bulwark-class can build a fortress-class. Any rook-class and upwards may sustain it's inhabitants indefinitely, provided it has corresponding fissile material and energy to function.
Titan Mech Class Configuration:
-Fortress (L0.4km, W0.3km, H1km)
-Bulwark (L0.1km, W0.1km, H0.5km)
-Rook (L90m, W8m, H0.2km)
-Fighter (L10m, W8m, H27m)
Titan Ship Class Configuration:
-Fortress (L1km, W0.3km, H0.4km)
-Bulwark (L0.5km, W0.1km, H0.1km)
-Rook (L0.2km, W8m, H90m)
-Fighter (L27m, W8m, H10m)
No further readings made available.
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[Extreme Bullet Technology]
It bothers our military that there is a problem of using the proper bullet against the right enemy. But the enemies will not care.
Not the Flood.
Not the Covenant.
Certainly not Primordials.
Development of better ammunition was set forth in coordination with the [Combustion Based Weapons Development] to bring about better firearms regardless the cost to achieve standardization and maximize production efficiency.
Each Extreme Bullet has been made capable of modular effects to be modified as the user wishes, on the fly. These effects include but are not limited to; [Acid], [Anti-cellular Regeneration Nanites], [Armor Piercing], [EMP], [Fragmentation Round], [High Explosive], [Hollow Point], [Incendiary], [Plasma Infused], and [Radiation Rounds].
In an actual combat, these bullets can be configured by the gun and the magazine to be switched or cycled. The gun-handler may input a configuration into whatever he may wish as long as the gun magazine can load the configurations into the caliber.
The smallest possible ammo size was found in .45 ACP that has the compounded default configurations of [Anti-cellular Regeneration Nanites] and Semi [Armor Piercing]. It is shortened to Nano-SAP.
The standard for rifles became 12.7mm with a default configuration set to prevent logistical anomalies. This minimum capacity was known as Nano Semi Armor-Piercing High-Explosive Incendiary rounds. Or it's contracted name of Nano-SAPHEI.
There are other deadly combinations such as the Nano-FREMPHEI, a bullet configuration that fragments before triggering with electromagnetic pulse shortly followed by raw explosion.
To reiterate, these are only configurations made available to guns made under the [CBWD] and can be changed in real time by the authorized gun-handler.
Example configurations:
-AcRR
-APHEI
-API
-APPI
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Further readings:
- Detailed Extreme Bullet Configurations.
- Judge Handguns.
- Training Requisites for xBullet Use.
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[Combustion Based Weapon Development]
Through technological advancements and discoveries, combustion based guns are now having problems of being supplied with the right ammunition at the right amount and at the right quality.
Ammunition compatibility was a problem that worsened the state of military asset production. In order to solve problems on ammunition compatibility across guns of similar types, researches were conducted.
Standardization of ammunition was the leading solution.
Then came a ludicrous problem; a gun made to shoot .50 caliber may damage it's barrel by shooting smaller calibers. Even if the problem of loading and shooting the smaller ammo with the bigger gun was idiotic, the goal was to maximize the efficiency of military asset production.
And thus, other problems became apparent; gun bore, barrels, gun sizes, rifling, ammunition count, magazine sizes, bullet configurations, et cetera.
And then came a solution; the idea of barrel standardization on all gun classes/subtypes, this include; pistols, rifles, sniper rifle, shotguns, machine guns, artillery, all of them were standardized on each types.
Through the use of plans pushed forth by the President and further developed by Mining Operations Secretary Baljit Dahl, the production lines became streamlined. Secretary Dahl proposed that since every single constituent of the Silver Empire can undergo safe and cheap genetic modification and treatment to become magical, all the guns produced from now on must undergo magical enchantment in it's production.
On top of the gun being magical in nature, it must then be outfitted with technological combinations and further developed to eliminate unnecessary moving parts and simplify every gun without sacrificing any of it's original capabilities.
Every single gun parts were easily mass produced, mass enchanted, but the minutae of assembly and enchantment were meticulously done, painstakingly, to ensure the weapons were up to expectations and data projections.
These enchantments are summarised as follows:
- Atmosphere/Vacuum Adaptation
- Bullet Velocity Amplification
- Disillusionment Enchantment
- Energy Damage Resistant
- Intent-Based Overwatch
- Kinetic Damage Resistant
- Limited Size-Weight Control
- Memetic/Mnemonic Obfuscation
- Noise Dampening Enchantment
- Self-Repair
- Spell Resistant
- Stabilized Magical Energy Rune Scheme
- Temperature Regulation
And though the gun made from such assembly lines may already be deadly when finally assembled, it was deemed insufficient.
The optimal technology needed to give the guns were debated; Atlas Armory & Armaments argued it was already deadly and to leave the development of Technological Advancement of Armaments to their Department, Hyperion Technomagery & Communications argued that it is their Department that was supposed to be the pioneer in Technomancy, Dahl Mining Group insisted that they will need the technology anyway, regardless of who gets who.
And so, it was agreed that while they will not be compromising each other's Departments, they still have to follow the Eternal President's orders for fear of everything falling apart as it did back in Yuri's home-universe.
The guns, on full synchronicity with the magical enchantments, were given the best they could give in terms of technology considering the already limited space due to compliance in lessened moving gun parts.
These technologies are as follows:
- CryFibril Nanotech
- Extreme Bullet Tech Adaptation
- IFF Systems
- Modular Attachment
- Neural Interfacing
- Proximity-based Biometric Security
- Rudimentary Operating System
There were concerns that the guns may be used to turn against the very man that was using it. Thus, the inclusion of a Proximity-based Biometric Security unique only to the Silver Populace was made available.
The only limitations are the Digital Materialization of the gun which causes the enchantments and spells on the gun to break apart, thus it was made so that these guns to not be stored into [RIG]s and only on magically expanded bags, pouches, trunks, or the cheap version of the Praetor Suit's special purpose extra-spatial pockets.
And while limited, the end result was a gun that only needs to be reloaded after a whole day of war, does not overheat, never jams, can affect even those magical in nature, and a proximity-mine/time-bomb against enemy hands.
No further readings made available.
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[Civilian Equipment]
(N99 10mm Pistol - Modified .45)
Desc: Salvaged from among junk devices in Void Haven, this pistol has undergone CBW Development.
-Cost: $11,800
-Type: Semi-Automatic Handgun
-Ammo: .45 Extreme Bullet Technology Compliant
-Mag: 24 rnds physical cap + Nano-SAP; [RIG] Linked
-Rating: Combustion Based Weapon Development Compliant
(Personal Information Processor - Model C)
Desc: Salvaged from the T-60f power armor from Fallout-universe, this personal device was improved to accommodate heavy combat.
-Cost: $21,500
-Req: Neural Up-Link + Neural Implant Tech-Upgrade v3+
-Type: Bracelet/Armband/Bracer/Vambrace/Modular
-Cell: [RIG] Energy Module + Small Electron Charge Pack
-Rating: Civilian (VATS at 10%; [RIG] Crystal Storage)
(Elite Advanced Aural Sneaky Stealth Suit - EA2S3-Civillian)
Desc: An Elite Advanced Suit capable of Self-Repair from EarthGov-universe meant to be used by Special Forces in Space Combat. In fusion with another armor from another universe, the Psycho-Analytic Cardiac-Dampening Sneaky Stealth Suit allows the wearer immediate healing from near-fatal damages.
-Cost: $945,870
-Type: Common Artificial Muscle Coils w/ Cheap Nanites
-Cell: Microfusion Hyperbreeder + [RIG] Energy Module
-Rating: Class-V Protection (x3 Level 3C Kevlar) + Self-Repair
-Shield: Kinetic Dampeners + Ablative Coating + Heat Sinks
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[Architect/Engineer/Researcher/Scientist Equipment]
(Plasma Defender)
Desc: Salvaged from among junk devices in Void Haven, this energy pistol was redesigned to remove it's limitation on ammunition and type.
-Cost: $10,950
-Type: Semi-Automatic Energy Handgun
-Ammo: Portable Perpetual MF Cell + [RIG] Storage
-Mag: 24 shots; Quantum-borne; Energy Linked
-Rating: x2.3 original weapon capacity
(Personal Information Processor - Model A/E)
Desc: Salvaged from the T-60f power armor from Fallout-universe, this personal device was improved to accommodate heavy combat.
-Cost: $26,500
-Req: Neural Up-Link + Neural Implant Tech-Upgrade v3+
-Type: Bracelet/Armband/Bracer/Vambrace/Modular
-Cell: [RIG] Energy Module + Small Electron Charge Pack
-Rating: A/E (VATS at 15%; [RIG] Crystal Storage)
(Elite Advanced Aural Sneaky Stealth Suit - EA2S3-C)
+ tap to expand +
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[Worker Loadout]
(Kriss Super-V)
Desc: Salvaged from among junk devices in Void Haven, this submachine gun was redesigned to the level of CBW Development.
-Cost: $29,800
-Type: Semi-Auto/Full-Auto Submachine Gun
-Ammo: .45 ACP Extreme Bullet Technology Compliant
-Mag: 42 rnds physical cap + Nano-SAP; [RIG] Linked
-Rating: Combustion Based Weapon Development Compliant
(Personal Information Processor - Model A/E)
+ tap to expand +
(Elite Advanced Aural Sneaky Stealth Suit - EA2S3-C)
+ tap to expand +
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[Silver Trooper Basic Loadout]
(N99 10mm Pistol - Modified .45)
+ tap to expand +
(Plasma Defender)
+ tap to expand +
(M14 Enhanced Battle Rifle - Modified 12.7mm)
Desc: Salvaged from among junk devices in Void Haven, this rifle was redesigned to the level of CBW Development.
-Cost: $59,800
-Type: Semi-Auto/Full-Auto Rifle
-Ammo: 12.7mm Extreme Bullet Technology Compliant
-Mag: 64 rnds physical cap + Nano-SAPHEI; [RIG] Linked
-Rating: Combustion Based Weapon Development Compliant
(Personal Information Processor - Model T)
Desc: Salvaged from the T-60f power armor from Fallout-universe, this personal device was improved to accommodate heavy combat.
-Cost: $34,000
-Req: Neural Up-Link + Neural Implant Tech-Upgrade v4+
-Type: Bracelet/Armband/Bracer/Vambrace/Modular
-Cell: [RIG] Energy Module + Small Electron Charge Pack
-Rating: Trooper (VATS at 30%; [RIG] Crystal Storage)
(Elite Advanced Aural Sneaky Stealth Suit - EA2S3-Trooper)
Desc: An Elite Advanced Suit capable of Self-Repair from EarthGov-universe meant to be used by Special Forces in Space Combat. In fusion with another armor from another universe, the Psycho-Analytic Cardiac-Dampening Sneaky Stealth Suit allows the wearer immediate healing from near-fatal damages.
-Cost: $1,344,000
-Type: Common Artificial Muscle Coils w/ Common Nanites
-Cell: Portable Perpetual MF Cell + [RIG] Energy Module
-Rating: Class-VII Protection (x6 Level 3C Kevlar) + Self-Repair
-Shield: Class 3 Energy Shield + Ablative Coating + Heat Sinks
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[Silver Knight Loadout]
(Energy-Matter Gel Pistol Mk. V - Upgraded Mk. VII)
Desc: Salvaged from Praetor Suit Hammerspace Storage, this energy pistol was redesigned to remove it's limitation on ammunition and type.
-Cost: $98,650
-Type: Semi-Automatic Energy Handgun
-Ammo: Portable Perpetual MF Cell + [RIG] Storage
-Mag: 60 shots; Quantum-borne; Energy Linked
-Rating: x1.7 original weapon capacity
(Heavy Assault Rifle - Upgraded Mk. LXXXI)
Desc: Salvaged from Praetor Suit Hammerspace Storage, this machine gun rifle was redesigned to improve upon it's design on the level of CBW Development.
-Cost: $114,000
-Type: Semi-Auto/3r-Burst/Full-Auto Heavy Rifle
-Ammo: 12.7mm Extreme Bullet Technology
-Mag: 90 physical rnds. + Nano-SAPHEI; [RIG] Linked
-Rating: Combustion Based Weapon Development Exceptional
(Personal Information Processor - Model K)
Desc: Salvaged from the T-60f power armor from Fallout-universe, this personal device was improved to accommodate heavy combat.
-Cost: $51,000
-Req: Neural Up-Link + Neural Implant Tech-Upgrade v6+
-Type: Bracelet/Armband/Bracer/Vambrace/Modular
-Cell: [RIG] Energy Module + Small Electron Charge Pack
-Rating: Knight (VATS at 49%; [RIG] Crystal Storage)
(CryTek Nanosuit v2 - Upgraded v3)
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(Praetor Mimic)
*DATA EXPUNGED*
(T-81 MJOLNIR SHELL)
*DATA EXPUNGED*
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[Operation of Parallel Dimensions]
*DATA_ENCRYPT_ERR*
*[[{-}[++]]{[-[+]=+=]}]*
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Authorization Insufficient.
Please contact Intelligence Office.
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