9 August 2024
3:15 P.M CDT
Marion, Illinois, United States
Outside of a describe complex. Off the side of the road, Hamilton sits on the top of the roof, noticing a giant communications tower. Colored black from the little he could see, flashing it's light several times a minute.
While inside the vehicle, Roosevelt tunes the radio from the driver's seat, each channel in the area leading into feedback surges. Making it impossible to use it to get news or listen to music.
"What's going on~?" Drahoslav asked albeit Dvinaslav pulls him away from the front with two tablets in her hand.
"Take your supplements."
"Potassium and Magnesium?"
She nods, handing him bottled water. "Take them now. We'll need your fire if we're going to solve this."
Drahoslav doesn't say anything more about it. Pinching the pills from her hand, raising both to his tongue. Both became free before the rush from the drink sent them down his throat.
"Hamilton! Do you notice anything going on outside?!" Roosevelt shouts through the window.
"I only notice a giant tower..!"
"Are there any anomalies!?"
"It's flashing e-every few seconds!"
"Alright, get back in the van."
Dvinaslav helped squish space for Hamilton to get back into the seat. The lights must've been the conduct of what was occurring. When something about it clicked, she turns to the man and makes her word.
"Drive, head to the source of that tower,"
Believing she caught on to something, he gets back onto the road. Zelislav and Drahoslav remaining where they were, next to the doors and prepared to jump out at a moment's notice.
Despite the damage from the incursion in Nashville that night, some lucky repair shop assisted in keeping the Hummer street legal for official use. However, each of them hoped for the best in they wouldn't need to fight again unless they did something deliberate.
Dvinaslav's eye trains on the tower. Unnaturally orange and yellow eyes face against direct light while she did so. Unaffected by the blindness it could induce. Combined with the blue and yellow at her hair flapping along with the wind.
"That tower isn't stopping, and it's affecting my phone's service as we get inside…" Zelislav declares after he puts it away.
"So that's how it's going to be, it's holding this town back from accomplishing any developments needed to perform well in the twenty-first century."
"What's the gameplan?" Dvinaslav asked.
"The gameplan is, we're gonna fuck with them royally."
"We don't know if the tower we're talking about is Glowgen property. And you also would need to consider we don't want people getting hurt from a collapse."
"Good point." Drahoslav stares at it with a smirk. "What if…"
Interested, Hamilton looks to the seventeen-year-old, "What if we only need to destroy the source of the feedback and disable the tower. Make it hell for Glowgen for it to recover, have them take months?"
"So to the front of that tower?"
"Correct," Drahoslav replies, popping his fingers in concert with one another. "Unless there is more to this than what meets the eye, this won't take more than a few minutes. Then we're back on our typical path towards Denver and Cali."
"Confidence, I see. Ready to work?"
Zelislav nods, Dvinaslav nods, and Drahoslav follow. Bringing in ensuing silence for as long until they've reached the base of the radio point. Buildings zoomed past their view, turns along the way. Delays from the traffic lights slowing down their progress, except persistence to get it out of the way prevailed. Force caught in between them met with equal or exceeding force.
By the end of an hour, close around to dinner time and several meters from the tower's outer fence protecting the open spot on the hill. All three of the comrades left the Hummer on their way towards the station.
Much like what Hamilton described in minimal words when they were far away, dark colors of gray and black dominated its paint. In addition to several wonky sonic weaponry requiring extensive setup. Vibrations from both engines, in addition to features, obsolete almost sixty years ago for petroleum engines. When it destabilized, an electric spark shot up the rod, leading to the constant flashing.
"There it is…" Dvinaslav looks at the appearing it imposed on anyone who got the chance to see it as it was.
"Looks like a Glowgen communications tower," Drahoslav said.
"Only if Jara was here, we could've easily short circuit it with his FLIC ability..." Zelislav stares at it.
Drahoslav immediately makes another mumble of his words. Incoherent to everything else going on. But it didn't work for what he was going to do.
"What was that?" Dvinaslav looked around.
"Sorry for what I was attempting to say. What I was to going to say…"
"Is it another-"
" Activate Command, Lift Level One Command Block, AOC. "
When Drahoslav stated his words, both of his hands erupt into flames. Lowering his knees to start a massive space full of heat. Rising drastically and into the range of the engines. Albeit, a few minutes were required before anything significant occurs. Once the entire area of control he wishes to utilize was set, Drahoslav rises again to his feet. Walking away from the area and the fenced region.
With a raised hand, all three of them walk away. However, Dvinaslav shot two flashes of visible light into the sky for her sayonara to the place. Returning to the hummer, Drahoslav looked from the outside while the plume of smoke from his arson did its work. Eventually, cloudy emissions darker than his flame's smoke push from the ground.
Drahoslav starts to laugh as he announces, "TRY US! GLOWGEN! WE CAN DESTROY ANYTHING THAT YOU PUSH TOWARDS US!"
After what was said and done, Drahoslav pushes his person away as a fireball collapses part of the station. A sign to get away from the area now they may be sending personnel to investigate what has happened. Entering into the Hummer as Roosevelt drove them away.
"Whoa! You're so cool! Mister umm…" Hamilton screeched.
"Drahoslav. Drahoslav is my name."
"Tehe!" Hamilton chuckles.
"By the way, keep it down! I wanna listen to this Kodachrome song on air." Zelislav pouts.
When reaching the interstate to continue north, towards St. Louis, a second explosion from the second engine, for everyone to see, occurs. A snap with the car, ending the burning of flames and leaving burnt remains behind.
"It's interesting for the kid's desire to learn and grow and be a part of something greater than who he is."
"It is actually. Managing to come up to Stanislav like that while he was still needing to be in his wheelchair." Zelislav said as the song he listened to transitioned to another.
"We should do something with him when we get to Denver."
The Real World (Alternate)
10 August 2024
4:12 A.M Central European Summer Time
Miroslav's Office, ?, ?
"Sorry to intrude tonight, Sir, but here are the files our agent in the former Foreign Legion headquarters has forced out regarding something happening behind everyone's backs in Section Two," Dimitri said as he walks inside, carrying a box of files.
Miroslav, the leader, aged forty-nine to fifty from the look and voice in his eye. Outranking the thirty-nine-year-old Dimitri. Speaking with his softened yet still imposed voice.
"You set the timeline and connect it all. I will read from the beginning, starting with the top relating to Stanislav and one SPS-related document."
Illuminated only with a desk lamp, tens of Section Two files neatly sorted to a pile. One concerned with one of the particulars of his group's concern, and a second, declassified documents relating to what was referred to as; "Section Two, Operation SPS." Miroslav remained with Dimitri, looking through each of them from the very beginning.
As Miroslav did the reading, Dimitri wrote important points on a giant board. Additional boards brought in whenever necessary to construct the narrative. Two already prepared, ready to begin.
Miroslav clears his throat, before beginning to explain the "The first Stanislav document records him as being ethnically Ukrainian, brown hair and blue eyes, and was a hundred and sixty-eight centimeters. Weight undisclosed, and recently had several loved ones killed or missing from recent bombardment. From his integrity, as stated, it remains strong while his emotions evaporate from the desperation. He, as the subject for Experiment S, is approved by Mister Lussier."
Dimitri writes a more composite version for him to put on the board, slipping it at first. Having no questions or noticing a difference or anything best to be brought up.
"The next document deals with Operation SPS and relates to the qualifications set out by Mister Lussier, or Élisée, for the qualities for the test subject of Experiment S. They are looking for a relatively young person between the ages of ten and eighteen. Hit by trauma, has no history of FLIC experiments or usage, and fits the basic physical baseline for all Foreign Legion experiments."
Like before, Dimitri sets it in a separate part of the board. However, due to the nature of the information. A lightbulb went off inside his head and spoke his mind.
"The dates of both are within their respective ranges, and if we resort to non-Foreign Legion sources, our interrogation transcripts a few weeks after these documents were supposedly used supports he was a test subject to a secret Section Two project."
"What does the meaning of S stand for?" Miroslav replied, "What is the FL ID of a document this may concern this?"
"Two-One-Nine. But I should warn you, even the scientists who worked on it aren't aware of what it truly means."
Miroslav dug through the documents, reaching whatever was labeled with the number. Thicker than seven documents combined. As it might lead to greater answers, he pulls it out to say excepts.
"Get several of those notes and pins. This is gonna contain a whole wreath of information. The project itself was lead by Mister Lussier and top scientists within Section Two who swear to secrecy, all information about the project was on a need to know basis to reinforce the project's integrity when it came to Uugu." After his wording, he took a brief break to allow Dimitri to write it and put it on the board.
"Another note within its table of contents is the core concepts that the artifact. As well as the experimental FLIC in preparation for the 'main test' later on. None are explicitly stated in simplistic terms, however."
His second-in-command nods simply, tilting his head to think it through, although genuinely impressed.
"It would make sense for there to be extensive measures of security if this is a secret project not even Uugu knew about. Begs the question..."
"Is Élisée more secretive than we thought? He's always doing stuff like this. Such as when he hoarded a lot of light novels." Miroslav interrupted.
"Light novels?"
"Japanese novels that are easier to read than most typical Japanese literature. Often having illustrated pictures and get adapted into anime."
"Interesting, I want to read some more. See if we can connect any dots."
Miroslav nods, as he turns to a relevant page, "A major requirement is a previously unexperimented test subject. As the object of interest in its natural form has unknown, untested reactions to typical FLIC users. But the effects activate for certain if they're female and untested. A male test subject, however, holds better endurance and integrity biologically, specifically one vulnerable to metaphysical Fluctlight manipulation, making them feasible for scientific experimentation."
As he read it, he lays his hand down and looks at the object. Sure about the next fact from the document, "Unconfirmed, however, is the possibility of a male body possessing the full extent of the main crystal artifact of Operation SPS."
"Is there anything interesting from that passage? Your face has changed a bit." Dimitri asked, after taking the whole chunk, written quickly.
"The language on that page is oddly specific. We should dig a little deeper, create a line between the approval of Stanislav as a test subject with the pins, as well as the qualifications sent throughout Section Two in general for Experiment S."
While Dimitri did his thing, Miroslav took a moment for a simple cup of water right outside his office. Slowly holding to his chest tightly as he grits his teeth.
What were you on when you started this operation, Élisée? Project S.A.O taught you a lot about warp gates to fictional worlds within a realistic setting? I like what you're to go with this, but you're crazy to do this on your own.
The cup spills liquid across his shirt, dragging Dimitri's presence away from the office, "Are you okay?!"
"I'm alright, Dimitri." he sighs before regaining his steadfast posture, "Right now, we cannot be for certain this is the case. There are several factors, including the possibility of the FLIC command I created for Stanislav to suppress these radical variables within his head."
"You're spitting nonsense. I heard about what you're referring to, but it's improbable. Would he or even you have the power to do something with it?"
While his finger blinked towards and against him, Miroslav explains, "The point is, Operation SPS could be aligned with the video footage from November twenty-twenty-two. If the bridge between both the camera recordings and the operation. The reason why she would show up to talk to the newfound individual who survived through the savagery."
"Right…" Dimitri guides his boss back into the latter's office. Who immediately got back to reading. "Who…"
"The glitchy spirit that appeared."
Straight to the experiments conducted, which labeled a few from three main documents.
"Two experiments involve passive mnemonic commands to temporarily override brain chemistry. A second one is clothing manipulation."
"They are similar, but at the same time, is pushing the boundaries of the FLIC's code integration and disconnection," Dimitri commented.
Except, it wasn't accepted as Miroslav continued reading, "There was also an experiment on eye alteration. However, was intrusive and involved the-"
"Iris? Pupil?"
"Both. There are pictures. I remember seeing these similar eyes…"
"What do you mean?"
"I'll tell you tomorrow. We will continue to build the evidence and figure this out. But, the glitchy presence would be more explained and how important her appearance means."
"I can tell you some options-"
"No need." Miroslav continues walking away as if nothing occurred to him in the heat of the moment.
As he reaches towards his bedroom, several trains of theories came across his head. Memories activated and fears that he held from before released. However, more to it, Miroslav sets his coat on the hanger in his quarters.
I should've known. It's more than enough to prove Stanislav's changed permanently with the use of that crystal. Élisée caught her attention with his action. Stanislav was forced into it. But I cannot try to ignore what the greater implications and accomplishments made. We may have to construct a warp gate and a plan to stop him. Before he, or the person who accepted his change despite it being the fact the person should be killed, does something. I can't begin to comprehend how he'll respond to such stress.
The Real World
10 August 2024
Gabriel Miller, Glowgen Defense Systems' CTO, snugged in the business class compartment of his flight to Tokyo, Japan. Reduced noise from the turbines propelling the plane, occasional announcements, and other flight goers, including the attendants. Nothing of importance for the man he is, albeit the importance to keep an eye for anything he had to remain. Nearing Haneda Airport's airspace and a single announcement began to move across his ears. Three notification noises before the message.
"Please keep your seatbelts tightened as we descend."
Gabriel's eyes awoke, reeling his seat chair to standard-setting for when someone was fully awake. Staring out the window once the cover's obstruction lifts. The descent's angle to the airport's runway visible to him for a few moments. Before his person adjusts to it.
The landing, as with most flights, occur safely and smoothly. Despite his stiff neck from having to sleep partially upright when he didn't want to. Getting out of his seat once it was safe for him to do so, getting his briefcase from the luggage compartment above his head. Following the other civilians who went through the same flight as he, into the hangar.
Haneda Airport, Japan
The train of luggage off to his side when he finally emerged from the hangar gate, teethed to house suitcases and up to the passengers to distinguish theirs from other, similar articles. Gabriel hunches his back to pop some to stretch it out before cramps set in.
"They'll get a word when I get back… Fucking seats," he spoke in English, compared to the majority knowing Japanese with knowledge of English.
Swiftly catching up to his bag, his feet quickly leaves the hangar behind. Pulling his phone out for using a number to call once he arrived in the country. Unlike most individuals in the airport, he kept walking despite talking. Knowing what he was doing, and knowing when to halt and when not to.
The number replies to his ear several minutes later at eardrum-bleeding volume, "WAZZUP!?"
Immediately, Gabriel pulls it away before a swift, annoyed response, "Did you know I almost lost all the hearing in my ear? Don't make me second guess my reasons for leaving America while I am needed there."
"Oopsy! Sorry, Gabriel, just having to handle with my new haircut. Professionalism to the core, am I right?"
He sighs, noticing his simple dress shirt, slacks, and dress shoes. "I'm at the airport."
"Okay! I'm sending someone to bring you to my residence. Please be patient with me. Also, don't try anything funny."
"Alright, Lussier," he stated with disinterest.
However, the reply followed anyways, "Just call me Élisée from now on. Also, suggesting betrayal?"
"If I was going to betray you, I would've done it already."
"Haha, all just a joke. Just wait outside and wait for someone named Kaiya to arrive in a car."
"Got it. And…"
"And what?" Élisee said with condescendence in his voice.
"I have some professional suits."
"I hope they become tutus."
Snicking a little, he puts the phone away. Before walking to the outer check-in point of the airport. Before leaning to one of the pillars, awaiting his ride to Élisée's residence.
1:00 P.M JST
Élisée's Residence, Yokohama, Japan
With the help of Kaiya's vehicle, Gabriel stepped foot outside of the modern residence resembling a pyramid. Causing a smirk to emerge from his lip at the sight of where he was living at.
"Interesting home design, but it's the Stormtrooper of real estate. Stands out among the other homes in this neighborhood."
From the scratch of his chin, enter Élisée, in brown trousers, a red blazer, and black bowtie, alongside a striped polo shirt. Gotten his hair trimmed from pineapple pines to short with a row of spiky hair down the middle, while a darker shade of blue than before. Immediately waving to Kaiya while he'd chirp.
"Check on the food, please! Bring the wine out as well for our invité d'honneur."
Not understanding who he referred to, the bishonen did his bidding. No time for informalities or screw-ups in his performance.
"Don't forget to keep your shoes off."
Gabriel does that, partially aware of why he needed to do it.
The man walks Gabriel through the front door. Starting at the living room six meters wide, three meters long. Permitting Kaiya to head through a hallway towards the kitchen. However, the two men remained where they were. Élisée took his lounge coat off his shoulders, a foot lever at an available portion of the floor near a part of the wall.
Revealing the full extent of the wall altered, brass hooks for coats and hats and other objects worn in public after a one-eighty changed what Gabriel saw.
"Put your blazers here! Any hats or coats too? Don't be shy, feel at home! We may have to talk, but we'll make this fun!" he smiles.
Gabriel took his blazer off, keeping him in his dress shirt, slacks, and belt.
Élisée proceeded to move on from that, as another unique thing he used to design his living room space. He claps his hands twice and a chant of "Visite de formalité!"
Two swivel recliner chairs he imported from Switzerland. Alongside a Belgian dining table adorned in polished wood and cubist legs. Organized for two people only to enjoy their food. Easing his guest to sit in one of them before he walked to his end of the table to progress things further.
"Don't be afraid to kick back and relax, Gabriel. I have a lot more toys that we'll be spending loads of time with tonight," he said, reassured he'll enjoy the experience while the meal in progress is being prepared.
While still prepared to be asked and discuss questions related to the situation he was brought in, he stares the side of the seat and pulls the bar to align with the main spine holding him from falling on the ground. The TV in the house right above them near the only two sets of sofas.
"So… Gabriel, have you've seen yourself on the news before?"
"When I went to testify at Congress. Those guys at C-Span were on me."
"Nice, but what I am looking for in reality is Glowgen on the news internationally and in the United States." Élisée joins in on relaxing into the conversation.
"Yes, the media has come onto the company I work for," Gabriel replies, kicking his feet up to the table.
"From the Japanese press, it's all about the attacks and not about the company or the sides involved."
"At least the Japs pay attention and disregard the scrutiny both Democrats and Republicans are jamming down the throats through CNN and Fox News."
He chuckles, "What about the Washington Post, New York Times, Wall Street Journal?"
"I trust them more than the mainstream channels out there. But I handle USA Today the most for a major news information source."
Élisée's hand goes to the remote, where a news station aired local news, "Alright… What kind of shows do you like to watch?"
"Political dramas, dark comedies, sometimes South Park."
"Ohoho!" he'd immediately make another remark, "The dark stuff is your taste, much like your reputation of efficiently disposing of your enemies…"
Gabriel smirks funnily, his lip contorting as if he enjoyed one's soul.
"Until they got in the way."
The confidence he feinted in Gabriel immediately destroys into an irritating vibration of his face. Yet again, annoyed by the older man. However, a smell arrives in the room.
Despite the food almost ready for serving, Élisée retained his composure, "Just playing!"
"What's so destructive about them with my reputation. I've silenced whoever was after my job with court action and other extrajudicial yet legal methods."
"Further proves my point, you don't realise that these traditional methods of disposing of your past enemies that post a legitimate threat aren't effective."
"What's wrong with it? Do you understand the laws in the U.S?" Gabriel stood up once Élisée began to challenge his thinking.
He turns serious, "How effective is following the law when you're dealing with five kids who're used to murder, destruction, and following a different set of rules when they have to?"
Gabriel crosses his arms as Élisée goes to face with him, "A Glowgen team can already be sent right now to take care of you."
"Please, sit down, Activate Command, Stase, " Élisée said before backing away.
His visitor becomes trapped in purple psychokinetic energy, the same energy appearing on his left-hand moments later. Shifting it's true form organically as it remains active every few seconds.
What… Is this? Man… Capable of? I can't move any of my muscles…
Trapped within the confines of Stase, frozen like concrete after drying. Any motion immediately equalized by a greater force. Especially when he threw a punch towards him, bruising appearing on his fingers.
" Verrouillage en position, au contact, dur, " Élisée said again.
Followed by the flick of his wrist, forcing Gabriel back to his seat. Several circles on the chair tailed Gabriel as the shift in forces creates a purple energy trail.
"Each change to the kinetic and potential energy surrounding you and me. It exists everywhere, including the air possesses both. Unless you can force it with something drastically higher, you cannot defeat them. Particularly the comrade that stayed out of the fighting, and he's quite the force to be reckoned with when drawn out."
The small purple circle light show he formed, for the current moment, entertained the man. Dissipating the energy to return the laws of forces regarding Gabriel's actions back to him.
"What was that…" Gabriel questioned.
Gabriel shook his head while fighting the dizziness. Brought upon from the unforeseen, unexpected action. Slowly beginning an attempt to fix his hair, once he managed to regain clarity in his awareness.
"Experienced something like this before?"
"A kid punched me in New York..."
"Hmm… Did you see anything clear or white in colour?"
"Yes… Followed by a punch to the gut that sent me flying to a pillar and broke my Haizi facade."
"So… Experiment S… The kid who you can't beat easily."
Gabriel tilts his head.
"I was gonna offer a proposition. But now it's more of a demand…"
Suddenly, Kaiya brought the meal into their view, a platter of exquisite foods, plates Oriental in origin. The food, sourced from areas across all of Europe and some from other regions of the world. Red pearled caviar imported from Russia with a specific bowl ready for it to spread. Four steak filets, and several vegetable and fruit items. Topped off with ranch, blue cheese, and thousand island dressings.
Including some regional Japanese dishes, a set of spoon, fork, and knife wrapped in black fine-dining quality. After a brief setup, observing the niceties of dining. Both men dug into their meals.
"Thanks for fulfilling the meal, Kaiya!"
Kaiya bows before departing to a room in the home.
"This is an intriguing house…" he commented while spreading black caviar over a slanted bread slice.
"Thank you, Gabriel."
"About this Experiment S, Élisée."
After chewing his food, a quick swallow followed, he looks at him, "That boy you met was Stanislav, a face I remember as the test subject for Experiment S, a part of the top-secret project SPS."
"Why are you revealing~."
"It's relevant information, Gabriel. A mistake can cost men and equipment."
"What's your demand."
"I've changed my mind, I offer a deal with several conditions."
"Which is?"
Élisée turns towards Kaiya and marks the signal, a single paper with the entire deal sorted out. Giving the impression the deal was being proposed with no option to bargain;
By agreeing to this deal:
Élisée Lussier, Head of Section Two will:
Provide relevant, real-time information in regards to the Staff Sergeants of the 57th Squadron
Provide advice, review, and guidance via virtual devices of measures to combat the Staff Sergeants and Experiment S.
Supply information in regards to greater plans and other sections of the deal
If needed, will directly intervene if given measures fail, most likely with the group 1.0.1
Gabriel Miller, Chief Tactical Officer, Glowgen Defense Systems will:
Actively commit to halting the Staff Sergeant's aggression, with lethal force if necessary from ground force and lower-ranked leaders
Utilize proper guidance and equipment
Dedicate personnel (minimum 5, maximum 30) to assist Élisée in various goals and will be subject to risky experiments based on conduct.
If needed, will delegate equipment to reinforce personnel
Signatures:
Head of Section Two: _ Chief Tactical Officer of Glowgen Defense Systems: _
Gabriel stares at the deal and examines the concessions of both. However, the mass of concessions and demands caught his eye. Before taking a moment to back away to collect how to react to it.
"Shocked?"
"Just needing to think about the implications."
"Consider, if they succeed, they might as well require more extreme action. To somewhere that has people of power exceptionally stronger than they. If not, we won't have to resort to an extreme like this."
His hand shifted, taking a writing instrument to inscribe his signature onto the paper. Élisée does the same moments later. As he rose up, a handshake sealed the deal.
"What do I need to know about Stanislav, for first."
Élisée distances from Gabriel, converging his hands to a single spot, hands interlocked, "Experiment S, was a synthesis goal to a person of ultimate power, matched by few. Permanently burning these powers into one's Fluctlight or soul. Including a sensitivity to something codenamed SE. But the experiments weren't complete, but the power results were extraordinary. The full extent of his synthesis-related abilities is unknown. However, I expect it to be at the level I desired as if that woman showed up to give him..." The man smirks.
Gabriel calms himself, before responding, "Fulgur and Aura…"
"Is there any chance you have a weapon named Aurus?"
"What is it?"
"Aurus is the codename for the weapon of Experiment S' weapon. Fulgur, I presume, is an electric weapon. One of the Staff Sergeants possesses a FLIC with electricity capabilities. Suggest building defences there, and swiftly."
Gabriel acknowledges with a nod of his head. "Ignis was-"
"Taken, but it doesn't matter. Because I don't think they actually have any kind of importance to discovering your interest with the soul."
"Tsk…"