Bailey Dives (Freelance Reporter),
The Freedom War,
How much do you, the reader truly know about what happened that day? How could it be possible, that in less than seven months, our troops were overrun and defeated by an enemy, we all but believed to be a myth? How much did the Governments, now known as The Nations, conceal from the public?
Stay with this reporter as she uncovers the truth of what really happened that day.
"Commander, we'll be in Zathilia
orbit in, 5...4...3...2...1. Exiting warp jump."
"Communications up. Hail Eden 1 for a status report."
"Yes, Commander. Eden 1, this is the StarDancer, come in, over."
Commander Angel steps forward, his hands clasped behind his back. He was a remarkable man, having fought in many battles for humanities freedom. He had silver gray hair cut into a standard table top, well maintained silver beard and pale green eyes, that held intelligence that was not as common anymore. He wore a standard black uniform, with his left side adorned with many of his achievements. He took pride in his appearance and wore the medals not for vanities sake, but for moral.
He discovered long ago what comfort these 'silly' things brought to his crew and adapted to wearing them as permanent fixtures. He refers to them as 'silly' because he did not believe having a chest full of medals made you a good man, only an accomplished one.
"What seems to be the problem?"
"Commander, all frequencies are open, but I'm not getting a response on any of them."
"Hail them again and do a thermal scan."
"Yes, Commander. Eden 1, this is the StarDancer, come in, over."
Commander Angel patiently waits. There was an unease in his shoulders, but he kept it at bay, no use in alarming his crew, yet.
"Commander, I'm picking up multiple heat signatures..."
"Seven, can't seem to classify it."
Commander Angel moves up behind Lt. Brown, his earlier suspicion slowly starting to take form.
"Do an in-depth analysis of the data. Find out what species we're dealing with."
Commander Angel shakes his head. He felt old and out of date. He was a man use to doing things the hard way. How far technology has come, a ship mainly operated by an AI, with remarkable human traits. The emotionless voice interrupts his train of thought.
"I've input the data as requested, results are negative, no such species is listed."
"Understood. Seven, please direct your search to the construction of this species."
"What is the basis of my search Commander."
"See if you can find some resemblance to another species listed in the database."
Commander Angel moves out from behind Lt. Brown's terminal, stepping back onto the platform. He remains silent as he contemplates his next move. His second in command Cpt. Rigs move up next to him. She was also a combat veteran, her skills in tactical warfare making her a valuable asset to the Nations, as well as the Commander.
"What do you think Captain?"
"I've looked at the data and ran my own analysis. Seven stands correct. No such species has been listed. I would suggest sending the information to the Nations."
Commander Angel smiles. Cpt. Rigs didn't trust these new additions, such as the AI's, and like him believed in doing the work themselves. He nods his head in confirmation and watches as Cpt. Rigs send the data through. She must have been a beautiful woman in her younger years, but like him, war and life were clearly visible on their wrinkled faces.
Cpt. Rigs was a brilliant woman, with dark brown eyes and hair. She also wore the regulation uniform, her medals proudly displayed. She was strict and rarely broke the rules, her command just as sure as his. Commander Angel was proud of his crew. Each member was hand-picked by him and Cpt. Rigs.
"Yes, Lt. Brown."
"I'm picking up a distress signal. It's weak, but I might be able to pinpoint the location.
"Cpt Rigs, do we have a team on standby?"
"Let me check."
He watches her scan through her handheld.
"Only one, Commander."
"Have them prep and ready to deploy."
"Commander, the team on standby, is The Hatters."
Commander Angel feels his stomach drop. He rarely showed his emotions on his face, but hearing that name sent chills down his spine. The Hatters, a team of five expertly trained, but dangerously explosive agents. He closes his eyes, his mind trying to find an alternative, anything other than that team.
"Commander, shall I give the order?"
He exhales a weary breath. What else could he do, all the other teams were out on missions or returning. Given his choice, he would send in a team near death and exhausted, if he had them available. Cpt. Rigs offer him her handheld, each member listed with his and her abilities.
Samuel Arkin a.k.a Marker,
Age: 35 yrs
Length & Weight: 6' 1", 198 pounds
Physical Appearance: Short black hair, clear eyes (due to enhancement). Well built and fit.
Training: Extensive weapons and hand to hand combat training.
Physical Enhancements: Ability to utilize any weapon and or create one. Eyes have been altered to mimic the actions of a scope, can zoom in and out at 10X the normal human eye.
Agent Arkin is remarkably adaptive and can easily assess a situation during intense combat. Speed and agility significantly increase as Agent's mind secrete adrenaline. Agent is a natural leader and can command any team with 100% success rate.
Agent Arkin seems to operate on instincts and is often portrayed as reckless.
Ace Greene a.k.a Data,
Age: 30 yrs
Physical Appearance: Short light blonde hair, blue-green eye color. Medium built, fit.
Length & Weight: 5' 8", 165 pounds
Training: Adequate with small firearms, but well trained in hand to hand combat.
Physical Enhancements: Ability to read and break any code.The small incision at the base of the skull is used to link brain into the mainframe.
Agent Greene served in the Freedom war alongside Agent Arkin. Due to severe injuries, Agent Greene was discharged. After recovery, Agent Greene entered into the Evolve program, where his right hemisphere was replaced with an artificial one. Brain activity increased significantly. Agent Greene is the first human, to successfully fuse with an artificial component.
After surgery, Agent Greene's humanity deteriorated at an alarming rate, his ability to process emotions resembling that of a full body AI. Whether by malfunction or choice, Agent Greene only follows orders given by Agent Arkin.
Rick Coburn a.k.a Tank,
Age: 38 yrs
Length & Weight: 6' 9", 297 pounds
Physical Appearance: Short red hair, military style, dark green eyes, Big built.
Training: Extensive training in railgun weaponry. Mild hand to hand combat, his chief skill lies in defense.
Physical Enhancements: Agent Coburn has the physical enhancement nanites. These work differently, only activating if holders body pumps adrenaline. The nanites react and morph the body. Arms, legs, mid-rift all increase in muscle mass, including the lungs, heart and skeletal structure of the holder. The muscles combine in such a way that it becomes almost impossible to penetrate.
Agent Coburn served in the Freedom War, and due to his continued release of adrenaline, the nanites in his body programmed itself into continued readiness. Agent Coburn is the only soldier that 'suffered' this reaction or as some believe malfunction. Agent Coburn's chief shills are in defense but changed his tactics to attack as well.
Due to the high levels of adrenaline pumping in Agent Coburn's system, it was discovered he underwent some emotional changes. He suffers from a short temper. This wouldn't have proved any difficulty if the problem with his nanites hadn't taken place. This makes him somewhat unstable during intense combat.
Commander Angel closes his eyes as he takes in the information of these agents. He was not blind to their accomplishments, but each and every member of this team had some malfunction. Whether by technology or personality it didn't matter, as none of these soldiers had much humanity left in them. Could they be trusted to secure this mission and stabilize the threat? Only time would tell, and according to the heat signatures, the civilians on Eden didn't have much left. He looks down at the remaining members when his thoughts were interrupted.
"What did you find Seven?"
"Commander, no matches could be positively made. Multiple genetic markers were discovered, but none could be linked to any of the species in the database."
"What can you tell me about this species in general?"
"From what I observed, this species has armored plating across its entire body. The average height measured at 5.2 meters. Further analyses showed it has bi-bladed scythes growing from the ribs of the slothien that are hardened. They have high-density bone blades that are connected to a set of fast twitching straightened muscles. This is the only information I could amass from the footage I recorded."
"Thank you Seven, that'll be all."
Commander Angel takes a deep breath. He has seen many things in his lifetime, fought many enemies that could not be described, but even he had to admit feeling a bit, nervous. Where did this new species come from? How is it possible that no one has come across them, or have we, and just never lived to tell the tale?
"Cpt. Rigs requests permission to enter."
Commander Angel looks up, Cpt Rigs standing in the doorway with a look of deep concentration on her face. This was something new, for she also never showed any emotions on her face, keeping her innermost thoughts to herself for later analysis.
"Cpt. Rigs, what brings you over?"
"Commander, I've just received word back from the Nations, and according to their files, only one team ever made contact with this species. Alpha team 1, was on a recon mission inOranigon orbit when they also intercepted a distress signal. They received permission to investigate but never reported back."
"How can you be sure that this is the same species?"
"I asked Seven to send me the information she obtained, and compared the data with what little Alpha 1 reported back. The only difference in what I could analyze was in the exoskeleton of these species. They did not appear to have armored plating, so whether we're dealing with a new species or one that can evolve over short periods, can only be confirmed if we can bring back one alive."
"Very well Cpt. Send word to the Nations that a possible connection to the disappearance of Alpha 1 might be discovered on Eden."
Cpt. Rigs leaves without saying another word, her task mapped out for her. Commander Angel looks back down at the handheld, his review only just beginning. He presses the on button, the screen flashing on, with Agent Coburn's face rotating. He flicks his thumb across the touchpad, a face appearing in the display he never wanted to see again.
Conner Dawson a.k.a Mad,
Age: 40 yrs
Length & Weight: 5' 8", 172 pounds.
Physical Appearance: Bold, wears glasses, black eyes. Jagged scar at the base of his head. Medium built, fit.
Training: Biochemical training, hand to hand combat.
Physical Enhancements: First Cyborg. See Additional Notes.
Dr. Dawson was a brilliant man that designed weapons that could be linked to the human mind, without invasive operations, for faster reaction time, before the completion of the research, an explosion ripped through the labs. Dr. Dawson was still working on the newest project when the explosion took place. All of the other scientists perished in the fire, while Dr. Dawson was found alive beneath one of his workstations. During Dr. Dawson's recovery, it was observed that he had somehow been affected by the materials he was working on. Only later was it discovered that he somehow fused with the nanites, and this, in turn, began a painful process of evolution on Dr. Dawson's body. In one month Dr. Dawson's body mutated into that of a Cyborg. Two months later after full transformation, did his skin regrow over the exoskeleton. If it had never been seen or documented, you would not have been able to discern the difference in him.
A lot of promise showed in his earlier deployment. He can do complete analyses of any matter. The only flaw recorded was his humanity. The Nations assumed due to his transformation he would be able to do all kinds of missions, but later discovered a flaw in their reasoning.
Violet Shaw a.k.a Ghost,
Age: 28 yrs
Length & Weight: 5' 2", 129 pounds
Physical Appearance: Long snow white hair, white, blue eyes, small (athletic) build.
Physical Enhancements: Can heal almost anything, except broken bones, internal bleeding and cannot bring back the dead.
Nurse Shaw served in the Freedom War, where she treated and aided the troops in recovery. Base 77A was infiltrated, and Nurse Shaw was taken captive. Charlie team seven was dispatched to retrieve all captured personnel. Nurse Shaw was discovered in the Migrogan's science labs, having already undergone invasive surgery. During her recovery months, it was learned that the foundation of their operation was to override the primal beliefs in the mind and turn person/s into a killing machine. Nurse Shaw's mind rejected the 'alien nanites' to the brink of self-termination. Our personnel could not retrieve the 'alien nanites' nor change the basic programming. Nurse Shaw's health deteriorated at an alarming rate and was placed in intensive care. Several days after her admission, it was reported that her body had somehow fully recovered. After many tests, our scientists learned that the 'alien nanites' reprogrammed itself and adapted to Nurse Shaw's primal beliefs in not harming another being. Unfortunately, Nurse Shaw's physical appearance also underwent drastic changes as documented above.
Nurse Shaw's new ability taps into her energy and depending on the severity, can drain her where she becomes transparent. During transparency, Nurse Shaw cannot perform any medical assistance.
Commander Angel exhales another weary breath, his mind filled with the information he just learned. How could it be possible that these 'soldiers' could serve in the corporation he has dedicated his life to? He shakes his head, resigned to the fact that this was his only option.
"Please record the following report and send it to the Nations."
"This is Commander Angel. We've reached our destination and were currently orbitingZathilia. During routine comms check and thermal scanning, we encountered alien life forms not yet recorded. I've assembled team Hatters to investigate the disturbance. End Report."
"Message Recorded and sent Commander. Will that be all Commander?"
"Send word to Cpt. Rigs that I'd like to speak to the team before they're deployed. That is all."
Commander Angel walks over to his window, stared down at the planet Zathilia and wondered what could have happened down there.
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