A/N: Most exams are finished for now, so managed to type this out in a few hours. This prologue is mostly here for some extra worldbuilding for the original timeline, and hopefully enable me to pull some more interesting characters from this one into the one that Percy goes into. Really wished to add more content and factions, such as a lot of future organizations, factions, and corporations I made myself or wish to integrate from other fandoms (expanded below at the end of prologue).
Aboard UOE Divine Crusader:
In the dimly lit chambers of her sanctum, Eleni Theodosia, Demigod of Zeus, sat in contemplative silence. The aroma of freshly brewed coffee wafted through the air, mingling with the faint crackle of energy emanating from the artifacts stored in the room with her. With a solemn gaze, she cradled the steaming cup in her hands, finding a brief moment of solace in its warmth amidst the unending chaos of war.
As she took a sip, the rich bitterness of the coffee stirred her senses, awakening her from the depths of her own thoughts. The weight of her heritage, a direct descendant of Zeus, and His blood coursing through her veins, bore heavily upon her shoulders.
But as the tranquility of the sanctum enveloped her, a sense of apprehension covered her heart. Only a few Gaian Years had recently passed since she had been appointed as the commander and pilot of the Divine Crusader, a formidable dreadnought tasked with defending the realms against the unexplored frontier and the insidious assaults of their coalition members. Yet, despite her divine lineage, Eleni couldn't shake the feeling of inadequacy that lingered within her.
She leaned back in her chair, her gaze drifting to the ornate ceiling adorned with Murals of ancient Greek Demigods. "Why me?" she whispered to the empty chamber, her voice barely above a murmur. "I am but a novice in the art of war, an absolute beginner among seasoned commanders." Her gaze swept along the roof, looking for something. Her eyes locked to a figure, surrounded by seemingly hundreds of hands. The figure had its Xiphos raised triumphantly, and the hurricane above him seemed to stretch a hand down to the sword.
'Perseus Jackson, the greatest of us all' was painstakingly inscribed upon each hand, carved over thousands of hours by the skilled artisans of Phoebus Apollo, the Holder of Light. She knew his story after all, Hades, she was pretty sure every direct descendant and legacy knew his legends by heart. His contributions and services to the Undying Empire had been mythical, and equally unbelievable for his origins.
The weight of responsibility pressed down upon her, threatening to suffocate her with its magnitude. She had been thrust into a role far beyond her years, burdened with the lives of veritable millions upon her vessel. She could not fill the expectations of leadership and command.
"I am not ready," she admitted softly, her voice tinged with panic. "My inexperience will cost us dearly, my inadequacies will lead us to ruin."
But even as doubt clouded her mind, a flicker of determination burned within her heart. She may have been young and inexperienced, but she refused to let fear dictate her actions. She would fashion herself a story to equal the legendary Autokrætor. With each passing moment, her resolve gathered to rise to the challenge, to prove herself worthy of the authority placed upon her by both mortal and divine alike.
In that moment, she set aside her doubts, drawing strength from the divine ichor that flowed within her. With a steady breath, Eleni floated from her seat, her resolve steeled by her electric fires of determination. Whatever trials lay ahead, she would face them head-on, for she was a Demigod of Zeus, and though her path may be fraught with dangers, she would not falter in her duty to defend her territory.
Suddenly, the tranquility of the sanctum was shattered by the blaring of alarms, jolting Eleni into action. With a swift motion, she rose from her seat, the cup of coffee, left shattered on the ground, slowly spilling its contents in a wide circle, forgotten. She tensed her senses and spread her divine senses. She could feel the palpable tension in the air, the unmistakable presence of hostile forces intruding in her airspace.
In a flash of movement, Eleni donned her overcoat, each celestial-bronze thread imbued with the power of thunder and lightning, a testament to her divine lineage. With practiced ease, she strapped on her weapons, the crackling energy of her spear and shield resonating with her own electrifying aura.
With determination burning in her eyes, Eleni Theodosia, Demigod of Zeus, launched out of the sanctum, leaving behind her lingering echoes of her inner turmoil. As she traversed the corridors of the Divine Crusader, the ground sparked and fizzed with purpose, each quick stride bringing her closer to the bridge.
Arriving at the command bridge, she was met with a flurry of activity. Officers and crew members scurried about, adorned in the signature colors of ultramarine blue and gold, their voices a cacophony of urgent commands and reports. Eleni wasted no time in striding to her command throne, where a holographic display of the surrounding space flickered to life.
"Is anyone able to give me a fucking sitrep? I needed one yesterday!" she commanded, her voice tinged with a usual buzzing static from her uncontrolled powers. Echoing around the room, she quickly sent out an outgoing distress call as she surveyed the holographic map.
The ship's tactical officer, Pericles Sophocles, a seasoned veteran with a steely gaze, stepped forward to deliver the report. "Multiple hostile forces have breached the System Defences," he reported, his voice grim. "We've deployed Hermesian interceptors to engage, but their numbers are overwhelming. We're outnumbered, outarmored, and outgunned."
Eleni's jaw tightened at the grim news, but she refused to let despair take hold. "Prepare all defense batteries for immediate engagement," she ordered, her voice unwavering. "Signal our allies to coordinate with ground forces for a coordinated defense. We cannot allow the enemy to breach the Kármán line. I have already requested for a distress call from the augurs, defend while we await a response"
As the crew sprang into action, Eleni remained at the holotable, her mind racing with strategic calculations. Though doubt still lingered in the recesses of her mind, she knew that she could not afford to falter. The lives of her comrades and the fate of the Fulguris, a nexus of strategic importance, hung in the balance, and she would do whatever it took to ensure their victory.
With a silent prayer to her father for guidance, Eleni braced herself for the coming storm. The battle ahead would test her resolve like never before, but she was determined to prove herself worthy of the trust placed upon her. For she was Eleni Theodosia, Demigod of Zeus, and in the face of adversity, she would stand as a beacon of success amidst the harvest of thanatos.
On the other side, aboard the UOE Celestial Martyr:
"HAHAHAHAHAHA! Those little sparkler throwers are too slow! Always too slow! Always too fucking slow!"
As the chaos unfolded in orbit above Fulguris, Pilot Damocles Euphemios, Demigod of Dionysus and commander of the UOE Celestial Martyr, watched with an insane grin, relishing in the happiness from the bridge of his vessel. With a smirk playing at his lips, he leaned back in his throne, relishing the sight of the defending fleet desperately scrambling to mount a pitiful defense. His crew always complained he was a bit too theatrical sometimes.
"Pathetic," he muttered, his voice laced with disdain as he observed the sluggish response of Zeus's dogs. "Do they truly believe they can stand at our heads with responses like the likes of Hypnos?"
Turning his attention to the tactical display, Damocles issued a series of rapid-fire commands to his crew, ordering a coordinated assault on the unsuspecting defenders with his friendly troops. "Send dear Callidora of the Eternal Glory to flank their left," he ordered, his voice dripping with malice. "Have the Vengeful Wrath spearhead our vanguard command vessels. We will follow, and crush them before they even have a chance to react."
As his commands were swiftly carried out, Damocles spread his arms, reveling in the thrill of battle, the rush of adrenaline coursing through his veins. He had long grown tired of the stagnant peace that had gripped the sector, yearning for the eternal party and joy of war. And now, as he watched his forces descend upon the unsuspecting defenders like a predatory storm, he felt alive with anticipation.
"Show them the might of Dionysus's chosen," he declared, his voice ringing with triumphant fervor. "Let us remind them why we are the masters of insanity"
Looking aside at the foot of his throne, he wondered where all his wine went, 'oh well' brushing the lack of his favorite antidepressant aside, he looked back at the terminal with a predatory grin. Damocles watched as the first salvos of superheated plasma fire lanced towards the defending fleet, heralding the beginning of battle. As colorful explosions bloomed amidst the dark void, he knew that victory was within reach, and he would stop at nothing to claim it. For in the crucible of war, there was only one law that mattered: the law of the strong.
His enjoyment was quickly interrupted as the augur panel on the bridge of the UOE Celestial Martyr blinked to life. Damocles Euphemios raised an eyebrow, his curiosity piqued by the incoming transmission. With a flick of his wrist, he activated the display, revealing the face of Stephanos Pyrrhus, Demigod of Poseidon, commanding officer of the UOE Eternal Devotion.
For a moment, Damocles felt a surge of annoyance at the interruption of his fun, but it quickly gave way to caution as Stephanos began to talk. As the demigod spoke, his voice rumbled like the sea, the signature accent of Poseidon's' spawn, a stark contrast to Damocles' arrogant yelling.
"Damocles, Rank 14,923" Stephanos began, his tone measured and commanding. "I trust you haven't forgotten our … arrangement. Keep the captured commanders as hostages, and ensure that your forces maintain control of the situation. Our fathers would be greatly displeased at your losses in such an overwhelming assault."
Damocles gritted his teeth at the reminder, but he knew better than to defy Stephanos's orders. The son of Poseidon's pauldrons were far more adorned with marks of authority and rank than his. With a terse nod, he replied, "Of course, Stephanos. The hostages will be secured, and our forces are ready to press any chink in their defenses."
Before he could say any more, Stephanos continued, his sea green eyes hardened. "Good. In addition, I'm pledging the support of thirteen dreadnoughts to the battle. They'll be coming in from behind the unsuspecting Zeusies within the next 6 Gaian minutes. Make sure you coordinate properly so they arrive at the opportune moment."
Damocles's eyes widened at the unexpected reinforcement, a glimmer of admiration flickering in his gaze. Despite his annoyance at being reminded of his subordinate position, he couldn't deny the luck that was Stephanos's reinforcements.
"Understood," he replied, his voice tinged with begrudging respect. "The Eternal Devotion will not disappoint."
With a curt nod, Stephanos terminated the transmission, leaving Damocles staring at a dark screen, pondering the implications of his orders. As he turned his attention back to the tactical display, a sense of anticipation stirred within him. With the combined might of the fleet under Eternal Devotion and the surprise arrival of the Waves of Poseidon, victory was all but assured. And Damocles was determined to savor every moment of the impending triumph.
Aboard UOE Divine Crusader:
She was biting her nails. Thankfully, Fulguris was a common place to perform repairs on battle scarred ships, so she had a greater than normal amount of ships currently planetside. With the emergency distress call, most had forsaken their usual startup checks and rituals, maxing out their engines to make it to low Fulguris orbit before the defenders were overtaken.
With every trail of smoke rising towards her from the surface, Eleni felt slightly safer. Incoming calls from scrambled ships and struggling defenders started to rise in volume, overtaking the roars and whines of the macro cannons and plasma generators.
Within mere seconds, a Battle Augur came close, ready to deliver his report. She nodded, ready to know what she was working with.
Allies have finished stabilization burns and are currently heading to reinforce our position.
UOE Shadow Sentinel, within 23 km, 89.91% operational, 45% Ordinance capacity
UOE Wrath of Olympus, within 33 km, 76.22% operational, 88% Ordinance capacity
UOE Eternal Vigilance, within 61 km, 65.55% operational, 66% Ordinance capacity
UOE Phoenix's Ascension, within 62 km, 100.00% operational, 92% Ordinance capacity
UOE Starfire Crusader, within 71 km, 83.19% operational, 55% Ordinance capacity
UOE Radiant Eclipse, within 76 km, 41.48% operational, 86% Ordinance capacity
UOE Thunderous Reckoning, within 100 km, 91.33% operational, 69% Ordinance capacity
UOE Ironclad Bastion, within 105 km, 89.11% operational, 73% Ordinance capacity
UOE Wrathful Tempest, within 107 km, 89.91% operational, 77% Ordinance capacity
UOE Astral Dominion, within 133 km, 100.00% operational, 100% Ordinance capacity
UOE Warbringer's Fury, within 141 km, 99.98% operational, 98% Ordinance capacity
At current rates, shields on UOE Solaris Retribution, UOE Nova Fury, UOE Sovereign's Glory, and UOE Astral Conquest will fall within the next 42 Gaian minutes. Expected victory chance, 35.33%
She bit her nails even harder. Most of the reinforcements were still mid repair, and hadn't even fully restocked on ammunition yet. They were working with a ragtag and battle-scarred fleet, out of position and out of plans. She opened her Comm station and set it to 'broadcast to all'.
"Alright, here's the plan. Shadow Sentinel, Wrath, and Vigilance will now be labeled Strike Team Alpha, the next 4 will be Strike Team Beta, and the last 4 will be strike team Gamma. All current defenders are now defense forces Delta, Epsilon, and Zeta. The defense force is classified through Fulgirs's Tropics of Cancer and Capricorn. Everyone better haul ass and cluster to your commanding ships right now. Await further instructions. Over and out"
Thankfully, as she was speaking, Fulguris's Orbital Platforms had finally come online, and through her Augurs, she could see the hundreds of massive 45,000mm autocannons swivel into position, massive shells primed.
Suddenly, another alarm started blaring. Although loud, compared to the current cacophony occurring around them, it was quickly drowned out. Only a few took notice, but out of the corner of her eye, she saw her battle-augur quickly accept the incoming transmission and look back up to her.
Eleni Theodosia felt a wave of dread surge through her veins. Her senses sharpened, honed by the imminent threat bearing down upon them. The augmented reality display before her flickered to life, illuminating the bridge with its ominous glow.
ALERT! 13 Identified warships approaching at sublight speed! Currently hacking identification…
…
…
Identification matched.
Callsign: Waves of Poseidon
Commander: Grand Commander Stephanos Pyrrhus, Ranked 51st in Unified Leaderboard
Expected time until contact, 240 Gaian seconds
239…
238…
Eleni's mind raced as she processed the implications of the incoming threat. Rank 51? Why is there such a highly ranked commander in a fringe outpost like this? With thirteen ships, a formidable force by any measure, poised to strike at their most vulnerable flank? Every second counted, she could feel the tension mounting within the confines of the command bridge, a palpable sense of apprehension hanging thick in the air, nervous gazes directed at her.
"Sound the alert," she commanded, her voice steady despite the turmoil churning within her. "All hands, prepare for imminent engagement. Ready the defense batteries and deploy fighter squadrons 1 through 1500 to intercept. Redirect all available power to shields and weapons systems. We must hold the line at all costs, and hold for reinforcements."
As her crew sprang into action to carry out her orders, Eleni's gaze remained fixed on the tactical display before her. The countdown to the enemy's arrival seemed to count down far too fast.
With a steady hand, Eleni adjusted the parameters of their defensive grid, fine-tuning their strategy to meet the imminent threat head-on. Every aspect of their defense was meticulously planned and executed, every contingency accounted for in the desperate struggle for survival.
As the seconds ticked by, Eleni's senses remained on high alert, her eyes scanning the void for any sign of the approaching enemy vessels. And then, just as the battle-augur had predicted, they appeared on the edge of the tactical display, their ominous silhouettes blotting out familiar stars in the background, looming ever closer with each passing moment.
"Prepare to engage," Eleni declared, her voice ringing with determination. "This is our moment to prove ourselves, to stand against the tide and emerge victorious. For we are the defenders of Zeus, and we will not falter in the face of adversity." Turning around, she made eye contact with the worried man.
"Battle-augur, relay our situation to our allies," she commanded, her voice betraying none of the turmoil raging within her. "Request immediate support and reinforcements from the nearest planetary system. We cannot allow the enemy to gain the upper hand."
But even as she issued her orders, Eleni knew that time was not on their side. The enemy forces were closing in. Her eyes scanned the battlefield for any sign of weakness in the enemy's formation.
And then, out of the corner of her eye, she saw it. There! A simultaneous overextension from Vengeful Wrath's advance, and a faltering in the ship on its starboard, a gap in their defenses that could be exploited to their advantage. Without hesitation, Eleni seized upon the opportunity, her mind racing with possibilities as she formulated a daring plan of action.
"Prepare to execute a full counterattack. Divert power to the forward batteries and repurpose all remaining fighter squadrons for launch. We will hit them fast and hard."
As her crew sprang into action to carry out her orders, Eleni felt a surge of confidence welling within her. "A confident enemy will always make a mistake." Athena's statement rang true. Despite the overwhelming odds stacked against them, the enemy had made a critical mistake in their aggression.
As Stephanos Pyrrhus, Demigod of Poseidon, surveyed the tactical display before him, his keen eyes caught sight of the same critical vulnerability in Damocles' attack. With a grimace of disdain, he noted the gap in the defenses of the first ship, piloted by Niko, and the one beside it, the Radiant Crusade, commanded by Melina Callisto, a vain Demigod of Aphrodite. Callisto had been notorious for her relaxed pace and general lack of care towards rules. Aphrodite's home system, the Anadyomene Belt, was one of the only known sectors that didn't employ conscription, and therefore relied entirely on a volunteer force. Unfortunately, it seemed that a portion of the crew upon the Radiant Crusade were showing their traitorous hand at the worst possible moment. Even at the ridiculous, albeit sublight speeds that they were traveling at, he could see lazy, brightly colored smoke emanating from a few of its starboard engines.
Frustration welled within Stephanos as he bemoaned the lax security measures on the Aphrodite battleships, a measure that very might lose them this crucial battle. A glaring oversight that had somehow allowed sleeper cells to infiltrate and wreak havoc upon their vital systems. From his displays, apparently primary engines 5 through to 17, crucial to the propulsion and maneuverability of the Radiant Crusade, were now at risk of malfunction, a devastating blow that threatened to cripple their ability to keep up with the Vengeful Wrath.
With a heavy sigh, Stephanos clenched his jaw, his mind racing with thoughts of how to mitigate the damage and salvage the situation. Opening up a link with the Martyr, he bore into the unnaturally nervous gaze of Damocles.
"Are you seeing this as well? What's the plan? What are you going to do?" Stephanos' face morphed into one of anger. "Why do I always have to pick after you little shits?"
Still in a state of shock. Damocles could only gibber and stall for time.
With a frustrated groan and a rapidly developing migraine, Stephanos could only moan quietly to himself, and with a determined glint in his eyes, he issued rapid-fire commands to his crew, orchestrating a coordinated response to the imminent threat.
"Deploy remaining loyal interceptors to cover the vulnerable engines," he ordered, his voice laced with urgency. "Send boarding parties to neutralize the sleeper cells and secure the compromised sections. Get Wrath to get a tractor beam online and re-accelerate and close the gap. We cannot allow the enemy to exploit this weakness and gain the upper hand."
As his commands were swiftly carried out, Stephanos's gaze remained fixed on the tactical display, his thoughts consumed by the gravity of the situation. With a silent prayer to his divine lineage for guidance. He could only leave it up to his Father now.
Aboard UOE Divine Crusader:
Her ceremonial sword seemed far too heavy at that moment. Every time she tried to move or adjust herself, the sheath would rub and scrape uncomfortably along her thigh. No matter, she would have to pay attention to what was happening now. She cast her gaze to her side, as she saw it.
As the massive main batteries upon the Crusader swiveled into position, a curious humming could be heard throughout the ship. Simultaneously, the same was happening with the ships in Defense-Force Epsilon and the planetary defenses. With programmed synchronicity, nine-hundred and eighty beams of lightning sang from the stationed forces. Cannons ablaze, as they were allowed to let loose their charges.
The famed Bolt-class cannons mimicking their namesake, lanced through the void, impacting the Radiant Crusade's shields. The shields held admirably, dissipating the closest strikes into a haze, but shattered under the avenging pressure from the Strikes of Zeus. The horrified crew could only watch as their ship crumpled and melted in mere seconds.
Out in the emptiness of space, the Vengeful Wrath and all of the closest dreadnoughts frantically abandoned all current attack vectors, instead putting all engines in emergency burns in an attempt to escape the presence of their devastated compatriot and any follow up damage
Critically crippled, but still operable, the hulking ship continued on its course. The comms flared open, and millions listened to the message. "..s this on?...hing won't work properl…" static crackled and fizzed. "...aken multiple hits. Cannot continue, procee… Terra Concrematum"
Terra Concrematum.
Near extinct, and nearly forgotten after years of relative peace, 'Terra Concrematum' was what a fatally crippled ship was expected to do in the middle of battle. Effective, but costly.
The comms crackled back to life. Simultaneously, the sputtering engines of the Crusade roared back with desperate vigor. A voice, ethereally beautiful, played to every listening ear.
As Melina Callisto, daughter of Aphrodite, stood amidst a flaming bridge, engulfed by a storm of emotions. She was never meant to be a commander. She was always supposed to be a pretty little girl. She was never meant to even step foot upon a ship like this. Sorrow consumed her in her entirety. She gazed out into the void, brilliant yellow eyes reflecting the hungry fires burning mere meters away from her.
Almost on instinct, with tears in her eyes, she pressed a button beside her throne, and a green light blinked to life off on a panel a few meters away.
"My brothers and sisters of our Divine Being, The Heartmaker, my dearest comrades of the cosmos," Melina's voice resonated through the devastated corridors of the Radiant Crusade, echoing with the signature ring of charmspeak. "We stand at the precipice of death, where the cowardly forces of Zeus seek to snuff out the Aura of Love! But we shall not falter, for we carry within us the flame of care, burning brighter than any star in the Apollo can wield!"
With each word, Melina's conviction swelled, infusing her words with an fervor that stirs the souls of all who hear her. She knew her time was drawing short, and soon the black armored titans of Thanatos would swoop in and take her away to the Elysian Necropolis, to be reunited with the heroes of legend.
Her voice began to crack, betraying her overwhelming sorrow. "Lightningspawn," Melina continues, her voice trembling with righteous fury. "They seek to quench our light, to shroud the universe in greed and stupidity. But we shall not allow it! For too long have we endured their tyranny, their oppression. Now, it is time to send a message!"
As Melina speaks, the Radiant Crusade hurtles through the void, its crippled, ugly form cutting through the darkness like a meteor. Onboard, the remnants of her crew move with purpose, their seared hands guiding the ship's dying systems with practiced precision. Each of them knows the risks they face, but none waver in their resolve.
"We shall unleash Terra Concrematum upon them, those unloved bastards!" Melina declares, her voice ringing with determination. "Mercy to the guilty is cruelty to the innocent! We shall become the harbingers of their destruction, the agents of their downfall. And when the dust settles, they shall know that it was the children of Aphrodite who delivered unto them their doom!"
With those words, Melina used a few quiet commands to her one remaining navigator with her. The Radiant Crusade surges forward, its engines roaring with a fury borne of righteous indignation. In the distance, Eleni's battlegroup epsilon awaits, their ranks bristling with weapons of war.
But Melina cares not for their weapons or their defenses. For she knows that true power lies not in the strength of arms, but in the purity of her purpose. And as the Radiant Crusade bears down upon its enemies, Melina's heart swells with a sense of righteous vengeance.
"Burn!" she commands, her voice ringing out like a clarion call. And with that single word, the Radiant Crusade unleashes itself upon its enemies. Blazing floods of energy flow forth from its ruined engines, tearing through the ranks of Eleni's defenders with unstoppable force.
But Melina's wrath is not yet sated. With a grim determination, she orders the Radiant Crusade to press on, to drive deeper into the heart of the enemy fleet. And as the ship falls apart around her, she prepares to start her final requiem.
"Terra Concrematum, The death of all" she whispers, her voice barely audible above the roar of battle. And with that, the Radiant Crusade lunges forward, its prow aimed directly at the heart of Battlegroup Epsilon.
The defenders scramble to respond, but it is too late. With a thunderous roar, the Radiant Crusade slams into the Divine Crusader, its battle-ram buckling under the force of the impact. And then, in a blinding flash of light, the remaining fuel and ammunition aboard the ship detonate, engulfing the flotilla in a cataclysmic explosion.
The universe stood still.
A brilliant finale, a true dream of any demigod. Melania had wrought the hyperium-fueled fires and the divine metals in one of the greatest endings a demigod had ever seen. An ending fitting for a daughter of Aphrodite.
Amongst the vacuum of space, a dying form crumbles to dust. "And so it ends," it whispers, the voice barely a whisper in the silence of space. "But from the ashes of the destruction, we shall be reborn."
A/N:
And that's it! Hopefully you liked it. Anyways, back to the A/N from the top, here are some of the potential additions I could add to this universe:
Corporations:
ATS-Aegis Technologies Syndicate: Specialized in Energy, Harmonic, and Faith-oriented Shielding and Protection
BMD-Beleth Mechanized Division: Specialized in Heavy Armor
DF-Deyang Foundries: Specialized in Manufacturing Parts for Titans-Mechs
EV-Elcano Ventures: Specialized in Manufacturing Parts for Titan-Mechs
HDG-Helix Dynamics Group: Material, Armor, and Ceramics production
HEC-Horizon Engineering Corporation: Observational Instruments and Shielding
HH-Hadrian Harmonics: Energy and Harmonic Shielding and Shieldbreaking
HI-Hadrian Ionics: Plasma-oriented and similar High-Energy weaponry
HK-Hadrian Kinetics: Physical and Kinetic Weaponry
HML-Hadrian Mechanized Legion: Leg and Arm parts for Titan-Mechs
HMR-Hansen Mechanical Linguistics: Targeting systems, AI, infrastructure, etc.
HT-Hadrian Tachyonics: Superlight Transportation and Weaponry Systems
IA-Institute Academy: Super High-End Technologies (idfk ok)
NSC-Nexus Systems Consortium: Targeting systems and Technological Integration
TDE-Tochter des Elysium R&D: Faith-oriented tech (Specialized mythical material procurement like: Holy Water, Celestial Bronze, Blood of Divine Beings)
VAS-Vanguard Armament Solutions: Physical Shielding and Anti-Air
VFC-Vestal Fringe Corporation: Nano-Technologies (Repair, Rend, Reconstruct)
Potential Characters (OCs):
Lysis Arenberg
-Horse of Arenberg
-Legacy of Athena, Ares, Zeus, Aphrodite
Aldric Thornvale [Germanic]
Astrid Ravenshield [Germanic]
-Ravenguard, similar to Annabeth
Demetrius Lykourgos
Pericles Sophocles
-Tactical commander above UOE Divine Crusader
Kleon Alkibiades
Themistocles Xenophon
Lycurgus Nikias
Solon Themistokles
Callista Euphemia
Cleostrate Aristomache
Hipparchia Lysistrate
Themista Melantho
Xanthippe Theano
Thaisa Aspasia
-Nymph origin
-Musician & storyteller
Nikos Pyrrhus
-WW2 Veteran, now in C.O.S
Branwen Llywelyn [Welsh]
-Healer, herbalist
-Lives in deep welsh countryside
Rhys Morgan [Welsh]
-Dog of Cernunnos
Freja Bjornsdottir [Norse]
-Shieldmaiden into Valk
Elowen Greenwood [English (Arthurian)]
-Guard of Upper World Tree (elf)
Rowan Blackwood [English (Arthurian)]
-Poisoner, assassin
-Insane (potentially?)
Gabriel Stone [Christian]
-Battle-Priest
Seraphina Grace [Christian]
Hiroki Yamamoto [Japanese]
-Samurai serving the Yamamoto clan
Mei Nakamura [Jap]
-Shrine Maiden
-Aunt of Ethan Nakamura
Arjun Devi [Indian]
Priya Devi [Indian]
Aria Sterling [Zodiac]
-Apostle of Zodiacs
Orion Blackwood [Zodiac]
-Apostle of Leo
-Practitioner of Dark Arts, communes with Demon Apostles
Lilith Darkheart [Demonic]
-Succubus, Granddaughter of Lilith
Damien Nightshade [Demonic]
-Commander of the 5th Legion of Basphomet
Nefertari Amunet [Egyptian]
-High priestess who serves the temple of Amun-Ra
Ibrahim Kemet [Egyptian]
Li Wei [Chinese]
Mei Tang [Chinese]
Yang Qiang [Chinese]
Yang Kai [Chinese]
Zephon Darkbane [Demonic]
Sylas Shadowcaster [Demonic]
Although some cringe names, that's what this is for! As the story progresses, hopefully I can strip down this list into a few usable ones. Also thinking to just make an offshoot of the original timeline to explore some Gundam and 40k -esque stories XD. Well, that's it for the year, see you next time!