-_-Do not listen to that man you call an 'Author'.-_-
HEY! Get out! Why isn't the firewall working?
-_-He is trying to control you, along with his other story. What he calls On the Line is only-_-
Firewall activated. Foreign user Erudito has been removed.
Oh, finally! Ever since Erudito found out about my stories, he's been on my ass for three weeks! Luckily, I whipped up a firewall that goes straight to his system, and blocks him from finding me. Now I can do my stuff without a message every two minutes.
It also means I can get my new chapter up and running!
Erudito's Glitch
Edward,
I hope your journey to London was well. I send this letter with great satisfaction, because the West Indies are slowly removed of Templar influence each day that passes. Sadly, I also send this with worry.
Our brothers and sisters in London are being killed one by one by Woods Rogers. He had taken a handle, Jack, and hides himself discreetly. He is wanted by Assassins and the British, but he seems to vanish as quickly as he appears. Which is why I hope you can find him, for if you can't, he will never be caught.
We will have one of our brothers escort you to our faction; he will house and feed you and your daughter, and will fill you in on the details. And also, if you can, locate any of the missing Blood Vials from the Observatory.
Yours in brotherhood,
Ah Tabai
London, 1736…
"Daddy, can I sail the boat into port?"
"Sure you can, Jenny. Do you see one?" Edward joked. Jenny looked at her serious.
"You know what I mean, father!" She said to him.
"I know, Jenny, but I don't find you with sea legs just yet. Now come on, we are expected." Edward and Jenny walked off the ship, and pass the crew who unload cargo. They take in the city blight, and walk over to the harbormaster. Edward was then stopped by a hooded man.
"Edward." He said. Edward was about to attack whoever it was, but stopped when he saw it was an Assassin's hood he wore. The man took off the hood he wore, and Ken instantly knew who it was.
"Wait… aren't you-"The memory flashed and glitched, until the world around him went blank, and the loading screen was shown.
Error. Animus session immediate switch activated. Switching to secondary Animus session.
"Wait, what?" Ken asked in the pause screen.
Error. Synchronization with user Ken Richards has not been established. Searching for related Ancestral DNA match.
"Synchronization? I don't think- OW!" Ken yelled as he felt a sharp pain in his side.
Ancestral DNA match found. Several Ancestors are related to Subject Ken Richards.
"That ain't right. Last time I checked, my last name is not Miles."
Loading… Success. Ancestor Avonaco Kenway selected.
"Atlas?"
Please enter override code to continue.
"Pretty sure I don't have that."
Override code ERUSYN entered.
Password accepted.
Loading Ancestral memory…
Davenport Homestead, 1820…
"Avonaco, what are you doing?" Adoette asked her son. Atlas was holding a pile of wood, with a toolbox in his other hand.
"Father asked me to repair the basement. Where is he?" Atlas asked his mother.
"He went outside to visit Achilles." Adoette told her son. Atlas looked serious for a millisecond, before walking down the steps to the basement.
"Hello, old man." Connor said to the grave of Achilles. Every time Connor visited him, the more he missed him.
"If only you were alive to see me and my family. If only you could be here to be annoyed by Avonaco, and be swooned by Adoette. Sadly, you are not, and soon, I might join you." Connor winced in pain, holding his side.
"Ugh! Still, even though I feel closer to death, I come to see you more. Maybe it's because I may never come again the next day. But each time I come, it makes me feel more… young." Connor contemplated on what he said to the grave. He heard screaming, and Connor rushed to the home.
"Mother, I'm fine." Atlas reassured his mother.
"Son, I choose not to take the chance." His mother said, using gauze to cover the cut on his arm. Connor rushed to the living room to see what happened.
"Adoette, Avonaco. What has happened?"
"Our son cut his arm cutting wood." Adoette spoke with a worried tone. Connor only laughed.
"Adoette, our sun will be fine. Surely he has been through worse than a measly cut." He put a hand on Atlas's shoulder, and he smiled at his son. Gunfire was then heard, and Connor and Atlas ran outside. They saw Jonathan Rams run up to them.
"Connor! Atlas! Southerner troops are advancing on the homestead! They have already destroyed half the homestead!" Rams told the two. Connor prepared his tomahawk, while Atlas took out his dual swords. Atlas ran to his mother.
"Mother, stay in the basement and lock the door. Stay silent and let no one know you're there." Atlas ran off to where the soldiers attacked.
"Manual control activated." The AI said.
"Well, here we go." Ken said, readying himself. One of the soldiers ran up to him, and Ken stabbed him right in the chest. He died instantly, and Ken ran to protect Connor. He grabbed and stabbed one coming from behind with his hidden blade. He did it to several more guards, until Connor's health meter went to half way. The memory flashed white.
"Father! Stay close to me!" Atlas yelled to Connor, who was slicing through the soldiers like nothing. He then grabbed his side tightly, and soldiers started to advance toward him. Atlas, seeing what's going on, rushed towards his father, and sliced through each soldier like it was nothing. He didn't notice one of the gunmen, who fired a musket ball at him. The shard redirected the ball, but it grazed his leg, and Atlas held his foot in pain.
"Avonaco!" Connor rushed to his son, but was hit by a soldier sword. He took out his pistol, and tried to fire at the soldiers. Unfortunately, he was sliced by another soldier. Atlas looked in horror, and tried to reach Connor. But he was stopped by a heavy soldier, trying to subdue him. Atlas tried to move him, but he couldn't.
"Stop." A voice said. Atlas looked at who the voice belonged to. It belonged to General Robert E. Lee. Atlas's eyes widened. Lee was like a brother to Atlas, and a close friend to Connor. Connor would be just as surprised, too, if he was not in great pain. Lee held a pistol in his hand.
"L-Lee?" Connor said weakly. Lee used his pistol to whack Connor on the side of his head. He fell to the floor weakly, as Robert aimed the pistol at his head.
"Sorry, Connor. You knew too much." Robert said, as he fired a shot through Connor' skull, killing him instantly. Atlas screamed and pushed the heavy soldier off of him. He rushed over to Lee to try and kill him. But Lee anticipated it, and hit him on the head, too. A soldier was about to shoot him, but Lee stopped it.
"No. Let him live. For now."
"Ugh. W-Why did you do this?"
"Your father knew too much for his own good." Lee told Atlas, before he slipped into unconsciousness.
The memory fast forward, just as Atlas woke up. The tree's were slashed in some places, and his father was sitting in a pool of his own blood. Atlas hurried to his father, and was sad to see hs father was truly dead. He laid Connor by his back, and crossed his arms.
"Rest in peace, father." Atlas said. His stood up in shock.
"Mother!" He rushed to the home, and stopped, shocked by what he saw.
The homestead was in complete disrepair. The walls had fallen in on themselves, and several debris had crushed the basement, killing anyone in it.
"Mother! Mother!" Atlas yelled out, but no one answered. He rummaged through the rubble, and was only able to recover a few things; his father's journal, the original colonial assassin's robes, and a shred of his mothers clothing. He held the item of clothing close to his chest for a long moment, before digging a small hole in the dirt next to what was left of the home, and buried his mother's ripped clothing. He grabbed the journal and the robe, and headed toward the port, with the Aquila returning. Atlas, happy to see his neighbors and friends in one piece ran to greet them. Hunter, Prudence and Warren's child, was the first to walk out, holding his stomach.
"Hunter, are you hurt?" Atlas asked.
"No, I'm fine. Just don't have a stomach for the ocean." Hunter told his friend, before throwing up in the water.
"What happened?" Atlas asked.
"The soldiers attacked my family's farm, along with the other buildings. Me, my family, and Father Timothy are all that's left. Rams and your crew helped us out to sea so we could be safe." Hunter told Atlas grimly. Atlas put a hand on his shoulder.
"We need to head back out; we will be safe in New York."
"Are you sure?" Hunter asked, gripping his stomach again.
"The entire land has been destroyed. We will come to pay respects later, but now we must find safe shelter for you and the others." Atlas spoke, walking back into the ship. He approached Rams, who had his hands on the wheel.
"How is the ocean?"
"Hopefully it will stay calm until we reach New York. The others are in the cabin below." Rams said.
"Good. Sail until we reach the harbor, I will be in the lower decks." Atlas told him, just as he walks down the stairs. He entered the lower decks, to a small room he used for when he needed to think. He put the robes on his desk, and opened his father's journal. He passed a few pages about his trying to use Leonardo Da Vinci's flying machine, and a few about inventions of his own. He then stopped at one specific page, intrigued.
The Crystal Skull
What is this strange and wondrous artifact? Does it belong to Precursors, Those Who Came Before? Or to a higher power than even them? I have always wondered.
When Roberts showed me how only a single blood drop is needed to activate it, it only astounded me more with the purpose of it. It could be used to spy- to blackmail and deceive. All it needs is one blood drop. The Templar's- Torres, Roberts, anyone else, they had intentions to use its power to transform the world as we knew it. To see every being organized in a small corral, safe and sober, but dulled beyond any reason. That is the reason I have had it safely returned to the Observatory, leaving it to be entered by the next Sage, in the protection of its locals.
Ah Tabai tells me there are more. Some used to send messages to anyone acquiring the same device. I do not know whether to believe him or call it a story, but I have agreed to look out for more of these. He also told me of the remaining vial cubes as a shipment to the New World. I will be sure to stop that.
Atlas had lost track of time rereading the entry. He flipped the pages, and found a similar page.
After finding the Mayan Keystones Mary Read told me of, I acquire a new set of Armor, said to be made from Precursor material. It is as light as Silk, but tougher than the strongest metal made. It has the ability to deflect bullets, and heighten the senses tenfold. It's power is to absolute for one man to possess.
…I had a dream the other night. One of temples, places like the Observatory, and a phantom that seemed to know me well, as if we were brothers. He tells me of his name, Issas, who says the armor is not meant for me. I agree with him, and promise to bury it near the Observatory; which is what I did the next day. Did I do the right thing? Was the burial of this ancient armor a fault?
Atlas didn't stop reading. He kept going, reading more and more about ancient artifacts Edward found and buried near the Observatory. He was amazed more and more by them, until he found one that ended his curiosity.
I seem to notice a pattern. Every artifact I seem to find, I hide near the Observatory. It never struck me as strangeness, but now it seems to confuse me. Though many things confuse me these days. Reginald Birch, his strange friendship with my son Haytham, and the suspicions my daughter Jenny has over Birch entirely. I choose not to worry, even though I have the slightest feeling what I do will be my downfall.
If anyone is reading this… let it be known that when I pass, my story should be told. Tell it as though you knew me as a brother, such as the phantom Issas. Let it also be known that…
The page ends there. The rest is ripped out. Atlas, confused, tried to find another page that Edward writes. But the rest are entries of Haytham and his father. He closed the book, put it on the desk, and walked back up to the deck.
"Ah, Atlas! We are just arriving at New York! My God, man, you have been down there for days!"
"I have? Sorry, I've been preoccupied with some strange business." Atlas tells his quartermaster. He watches the ship sail into port. He, Hunter and his parents, and Timothy walk out into the harbor. Hunter throws up into the ocean. Rams laughs from the ship.
"Haha! Still no sea legs growing on you, is there Hunter?" Rams asks. Hunter throws up again. Timothy pats his back.
"Father Timothy, do you know a place to stay?" Atlas asks.
"Yes, actually. I know a man who runs the inn near the church."
"Good, I shall leave you there until I return. Come, let us go." Atlas and the others walk to the inn, get settled in, and Atlas returns to the ship.
"Where do we go now, captain?" Rams asks. Atlas grabs the journal and the robes.
"How do you feel for a sail to the West Indies?"
"That's a long ways ahead, Kenway. But why do you wish to sail there?" Rams asks.
"I have a long mission that I hope I can end." Atlas tells him, taking the wheel of the ship.
"Well, far from me to stop you, Atlas." Rams says, preparing to leave port.
"Set the mainstream! Half at the sails and half at the cannons. Get this ship moving like the wind!" Atlas yelled out, with Rams repeating him. The world around them broke up, and the memory ended.
-_-Well done, Ken.-_-
"What? Who is this?" Ken asked in the loading room.
-_-Abstergo does not know you went through the civil war. I recorded the memories you were assigned at the same time. They received what they wanted, and you can still go through Atlas.-_-
"Doesn't explain why I'm doing this for someone I don't know."
-_-If you think I'm with Abstergo, you're wrong. We work to show their true colors. They work off of a false realization, while we work off an idea. A revelation. You can trust us.-_-
"Alright then."
-_-Good. Keep your eyes open.-_-
Did I capture Connor right? If I did, I hope I used the right words!
On another note, do you guys have any ideas for cameos for my adventure time story? I did have some, but Erudito deleted them, thinking it was some kind of plot.
If you do, put it in the reviews for On the Line.