A/n: I just want to say before I start that this whole chapter heavily mirrors some of Homestuck's actually plot. I hope you like it.
Disclaimer: Homestuck = Hussie

About eighteen years ago, the government called for its scientists to sink their research and development departments into two new projects. These projects were entitled Project Godtier and project Trollian. Both were meant for use for the military. And both succeeded. Scientists created two formulas, each that would allow for human modification to make better, more effective soldiers. Tests were performed on rats first, and proceeded on to larger animals. As time went by, each result became closer and closer to perfect.

Almost a year into the projects, the scientists involved were convinced that each would be effective on human subjects. Initial attempts failed, and the government had to cover up the deaths of the subjects who hadn't tolerated the injection. It was then that they brought in 16 subjects, all of which were well known for their military endeavors. Twelve of these subjects consented freely to the testing. The remaining four however, were not even aware of what was going on, in fact, they wouldn't until they woke up from the stasis they had been put in.

The twelve who consented were put into a stasis as the other four were. Each of the twelve received the Trollian formula, as of the two injections it had failed far more often than the Godtier injection. All twelve survived the process, and all twelve woke up with more than they had bargained for. They had been told that they would gain extra strength, but not what the other effects would be. Upon waking up, the twelve were greeted with mutations to their anatomy as well as strengths they would come to discover.

All twelve found that their skin had grayed, and that they had grown unique horn like appendages upon their heads. Their blood had also changed, ranging a spectrum of colors. For some, there were other physical changes as well, such as the sharpening of teeth, or addition of gills to their anatomy. But one of the changes that effected them all, for better or worse, was the change they experienced to their gender. They no longer occupied one gender, but two, and the anatomy of the accompanying organs were altered as well, although not the same as before. For convenience sake, each decided to remain using the pronouns they once held.

With all of this had also come the strength they were promised. Each gained power they had never thought possible. Some would physically manifest themselves, such as the Psiioniic's control over psionics, other's such as the Dolorosa's were more subtle and played more into a non-physical form. They were all trained individually as their abilities arose. In the end, each had mastered them-self into the perfect war machine.
However, most of the way through the project, the Sufferer, known for his visions, looked into the fabric of time. He saw what would happen if the twelve were to allow themselves to be used for what the government had planned. The Sufferer appealed to the other eleven to escape those who wished to control them, those he knew would use them to destroy humanity. Six of the eleven heard his words and were moved. The Dolorosa, the Psiioniic, the Summoner, one called Redglare, and the Disciple would follow his lead in leaving.

Those known as Mindfang, the E%ecutioner, the Grand Highblood, Dualscar, and Her Imperial Condesce chose to ignore his pleas. They sided with the government that had made them what they were. The day the Sufferer chose to stage his and his follower's escapes, the two groups met and clashed. The Sufferer, the Disciple and Psiioniic were captured in the battle sacrificing themselves to aid the other's escape. Those remaining of their party vowed to rescue their comrades. The three were taken and detained until the day that those whom had created them called for their destruction.
On the day of they three would meet their fate, many, human and non-human gathered. The E%ecutioner would be the one to deliver their sentencing. The Sufferer came first, chained and with wounds still fresh from his resistance. He delivered a rousing speech to all of those in attendance, one of harmony between all things living. Those he had once called comrades laughed at him. Her Imperial Condesce spoke, her voice resounding across the area where the Sufferer's execution would take place. She spoke of a new age where those who had received the Trollian injections would one day rule over all. She spoke of how the researchers never intended to keep those who had rebelled as part of their plans. They had been doomed to fail from the time the injection reached their veins. The differences in the spectrum of their blood color was to be held as proof. Those with blood not on the end of the spectrum similar to those who remained would have died sooner. His cause was for nothing, for he would never have lived to see it accomplished.

The Sufferer spoke once more, maintaining his belief in equality of both the races of those Trollian and those human. His belief held strong as those who persecuted him tortured, and even as the E%ecutioner shot the arrow of his bow true and ended the Sufferer's life. Silence swept over the crowd as the Sufferer took his final breath, the only noise being that of the Disciple's sorrow. She broke free of those restraining her and ran to hold he who she had loved in secret, whom she had been forced to watch as he became a martyr for what he believed. As she knelt next to the Sufferer's lifeless body, the

E%ecutioner took aim with his bow. But her devotion to the Sufferer touched the humans present and the E%ecutioner himself. He lowered his weapon and refused to take it up to end her life. It was thanks to him that the Disciple was able to make her escape. She would find and rejoin the Dolorosa, Redglare and the Summoner upon her flight. Their story, however was not over.

Outraged at the events that had taken place after the Sufferer's death, Her Imperial Condesce banished the E%ecutioner rather than kill him. She knew he would some day prove useful, and his death at that moment would mean nothing. Her Imperial Condesce stormed away from the scene, followed by the Grand Highblood and Dualscar. She left Mindfang to deal with the final prisoner, the Psiioniic, in whatever way she pleased. The future tyrant ruler left to make her plans of domination.

Mindfang did not kill the Psiioniic as the other highblooded Trollian survivors had assumed she would. His body was grafted into the ship that Mindfang would use to stage her attempts to capture those who had left and her part of the takeover. She exploited his powers until one day his time ran out. If Her Imperial Condesce was right about anything, his death proved that blood color was indeed relative to lifespan, that it did matter.

After this event Mindfang continued her ventures. She succeeded in few, her greatest achievement in capturing the Dolorosa, whom she would sell to the highest bidder on the black market. This act however would seal Mindfang's fate. Redglare, consumed by the need to bring Mindfang to justice, confronted Mindfang in front of some of the followers that had joined the remaining members of the Disciple's group. The justice driven follower captured Mindfang and held an unfair trial against her. However, Redglare had forgotten the power that Mindfang held due to the injections. Mindfang swayed the minds of those in the crowd to turn against Redglare, and in turn, Redglare died by the noose she had fated for Mindfang. But this was not without a price to the surviving Trollian. She lost an arm, which she had replaced by the E%ecutioner whom she had tracked the whereabouts of. After he replaced her arm, she disappeared, not to be seen again, as was the E%ecutioner.

The fates of Dualscar, the Grand Highblood, and the Summoner have been shrouded in mystery. There had been rumor of their whereabouts and doings for only a few months after the Sufferer's execution, but after, no one really knew the truth. To the present, the truth remained unknown. It is said though, that all three are biding their time to make their moves for their causes.

Her Imperial Condesce did succeed with her plans. Her takeover was subtle, and no one even knew how, nor when she had taken over. But her secret was simple. Her Imperial Condesce user her power to give life to her advantage, promising to those who held most of the world's wealth and power that she would extend their lives. Overcome by the idea of living past their years, those in power hastily agreed and turned over their power to her. But Her Imperial Condesce was cunning, and instead took their lives when they had given her what she wanted. With the wealth and power of the world in her hands, she took over the kingdoms of the world. The tyrant ruled from her high throne at the center of the nations, placing laws that would bend the world to her will.
However, there was an oversight in both parties plans. For only eleven of the twelve who received the injections had been accounted for. In the midst of the chaos, the Handmaid had escaped. While she did not have the power of visions, she had been given the power over time when her change occurred. Seeing all of the potential futures as she walked through time, she planned in the shadows for what had to be done. She had found hope that this tyranny would end, hope in something small. For like the Handmaid, there was another oversight in all of the planning. When those who had been experimented on had successfully completed the change into what they had become, pieces of their DNA had been taken and stored. The Handmaid knew she could use this to create a new generation of the new race, and that generation would be the ones to end the wrongs done to the world. She sneaked into the laboratory where the DNA was stored and stole sixteen vials. Sixteen vials to save humanity. She used these vials with the technology that created new life to the human race, and brought twelve of her race into existence. They were allowed to be captured and safeguarded within the walls of Prospit and Derse, so that one day, when the time was right, they would rise.

With twelve vials accounted for, the Handmaid initiated the second phase of her plan. She initiated the other four vials at the same time. She set that each date of "birth" would be varied, if just a little, and set the DNA stored into them to be brought to life. This DNA was of the four who had undergone the Godtier experiment, and the four resulting from it would be the instruments that began the bringing of justice back to the world. Together, human, and those who would be called Troll, would finish what the Sufferer had started. And the Handmaid would be there in the shadows to watch events take their course.

Karkat ended his telling of the story and you sat in awe. It was so inconceivable that it was the truth, but you believed him. The evidence was sitting right in front of you. And you knew from what he had said that you were about to see history in the making.
"Alright, so let's get this straight, you're genetic weirdos who are going to save the world. How do Egbert and I fit into this? 'Cause it looks like we're going to get into this no matter what happens." Says Dave.
"You wanna know how you and the dork over there with the glasses fit into this?" Comes another voice, one you've only heard once before. In your distraction with the story, you hadn't even noticed WV's re-entry into the cell area, "Then you, Dave Strider, should ask your brother. And food for thought, I'll give you one word that has to do with everything, how I know who you are, what you are, and everything that I know about this. It's eyes."
And then he was gone, the door sliding closed behind you, leaving you, Dave, and your new troll companions with more questions than you had answers.