2140 TA, Dogma - The Capital of Vicronica and Human Society
He shuffled his business suit while studying an old text of documents finally pulled out from the Voided History. In Dogma, The Capital of The Vicronica Central Continent and where Humanity lies, a broken mind has taken seat in the most possible place where power is infinite and where every soul human or Arcane Gifted is in his hands. At least that is what President Marko Tyler had come to think himself be. With The Vicronican Military at his Left and The Vicronican Security Council on his right, his resources is grandiose, as well as the dark secret hiding behind the grin and active red eyes.
After promising on his final year of term that Humanity and Gifted alike will be acknowledged as equals, he has finally come close to finding the answer. The Answer lies with the study of Wyndian's Sky Isle, a summoning that allegedly brought a winged race from 3 millenia and a mighty Dynasty ruled by the Xanadu that had vanished. Marko smacked his lips as he skimmed pages after pages with deep interest in their culture, seeking the what he had been looking for by using Humanity as his tools.
To his frustration, Marko shifted the holographic files away in frustration and with an growling pout, turned to the Archives dating back 5 millennial with what The Council has recorded. All the power that every human and Gifted wanted in his person, and to be shamefully shut out due to lack of information and the person needed. What he needed was a Wyndian, unfortunately the Vicronican Security Council saw to most of their captive Wyndian's demises shortly before he took office after the mysterious disappearance of his predecessor. He was but a Senator at this time, and one false move from the last human president.
It's so amazing and hilarious how Humans can be so gullible with whom they trust their lives with, he cackled.
Right under their nose, and the one who still stands to grind them down to obedience, was in fact another Arcane Gifted so well disguised that he even made President of Dogma, The Capital of Vicronica.
"Found you… My sweet Wyndian and…Ohhh what have we here along with her? Interesting...!" Marko smacked in a very cold and quiet tone as he shuffled to the most recent files on their Log. The recent entry being Shendra, Prisoner Number 012988, having been betrayed by her own comrades due to the high bounty sanctioned by him almost 6 months after he took office and a Chimera experiment simply dubbed Experiment Number 041591 with his name expunged, almost all of Shendra's data and The Chimera Experiment's life and data have been redacted by the VSC. Marko stood baffled that she was yet alive; no doubt The VSC was keen on keeping her rather than openly giving her to him. And a large portion of her file was expunged and redacted, especially her link to Wyndians and to The Xanadu dynasty. The Chimera Experiment could also be a key in his plan to study and understand the Arcane cracks that has been cursing Humanity for so long.
Extracting Shendra's files and all Wyndian data from the VSC Cloud Server plus The Chimera's research data that was of value, he stored them in his personal Cloud Server before in deep mania, summoned a conference call with him and The VSC. At the earliest point of the morning, before the 3[SUP]rd[/SUP] moon was about to set, and an hour of collecting all members of the board, the red acted conference call commenced.
"A Wonderful and pleasant morning to all of you, My entrusted Peace Keeping committee! Let the war meeting...Begin!!" Marko greeted with a booming voice. To the VSC leaders, he was very unstable as his term progressed. It was no wonder they distrusted him, now he was threatening them, they could feel his fury burning underneath that otherworldly grin.
"Yes, Lord President," they all greeted, some with noticeable grogginess. "What brings an urgent Code Red conference call?" Few knew of the Code Red Conference Call, and was only used at times of an imminent war.
He simply smiled before shaking his fingers at them, as if scolding children.
"Tut Tut Tut. You all have been hiding something from me, I understand," he said.
Everyone remained silent, he was betting on them to cut the call and brand them traitors or slap a treason charge on everyone of them. His smile faded into a twisted malevolent look as Marko glared at all of them.
"We do not understand, Lord President," one of them spoke out. Marko's nose flared in fury as he began yelling.
"Because I am really disappointed with how my term has gone for 3 god damned years and none of you ever spoke of hiding a fucking Wyndian under my nose! Not to mention an existing experimental Chimera prototype!" He yelled at his head of securities, who kept such vital information from him for so long. The silence between his wrath and their secrecy was very long before the head of the VSC spoke out.
"…I apologize in advanced that this upsets your campaign, Lord President. Shendra and The Experiment are prisoners and individuals who pose a threat to Humanity. We are still at war with our former people as you may know," he spoke out.
Marko merely gaped his jaw at the ever so professionalism his colleagues and subordinates were putting up. It sickened him, the way they sucked up to his power. And when it came to the end of the stick, they stiffed their lips and cower.
"You are all a bunch of cock-ups, you know that? Bring both of them over to me or consider your resignations and warrant of arrest of high treason issued in the next hour!" Marko yelled before closing the call on all their faces. With Shendra and the Chimera added to his own personal accordance, he can have his own research facilities in Dogma piece together her body along with his and if possible, force her to invoke her ritual. A ritual which he had been studying all his life as he rose through political office.
Turning on his holographic desktop once more, a mass update on the approval codes for transporting Shendra and The Chimera to Dogma's facilities was erupting like crazy at The Presidential server. His anger slowly formed into a twisted smile as his plans have finally come to motion: The extinction of Humans.
"Vicronican War Front Report! Ralph Faiz and Faiz Industries' stocks continue to Soar for the Left Wing committee as he boldly confronted Dogma's policy in halting advancement to the Oriental Frontiers! An unprecedented attack shakes the Southwest regions today as Arcane gifted and Wild outbreaks of cracks continue to plague the populace! President Marko Tyler issues a cease fire but the Last Faiz has been undeterred! More to come in VNN's Breaking News!"
It was another day, another fight. Arcanes, or as the humans dreadfully call them " Magums " were causing all this madness for about a century now. It was his deep seated hatred for them, for what they did to his family, is what drove him to his own personal war. But today, it was time to take a break and see his only legal guardian residing at the calmest countryside of where she would always remain so.
She was the only Gifted that he won't call Magum, she would hide it from him despite his distaste for her kind but he would never hurt her for it was she who cared for him when his brother snapped and when everything went to hell for the Faiz family. She stood the test of time more than his mother or father for him, and he still feels that he didn't measure up to be the man all of them were hoping he would be. But a Trillionaire Industrialist had its perks, the least he could afford to the one who saw him rise was a wonderful Chateau with the state of the art Faiz Server installed as well as his latest Android modules serving her and back up copies of his Ragnum suits functioning as Sentinels. Not to mention the one subject she was studying for years since he picked it up, one who was with him in the suit as he was returning home from war.
"How's Aunt Mimi doing, Elise?" Ralph asked. For some reason, her request to see him was more urgent than usual. She does not condone his method of striking back against his fellow humans or the Arcane gifted and he was still struggling to come to terms. The pain was still fresh, despite it being since he was 8 years old and when Marko left after he accused Aunt Mimi for being one of them and killing their parents.
"She appears to be holding well, Ralph. I'll tell her you'll be home soon...She appears to be quite distressed by something," a female voice responded through his HUD.
"I'll be there soon. She's probably pissed off at the news again. Clock it at Mach 3 and keep me steady girl, we're looking at clear skies today so nothing too fancy," Ralph said while addressing his suit and Elise to caliberate the distance and speed needed to head to Dusk Shallows, home of his only family.
"Setting a flight plan for Dusk Shallows, Ralph, Madame Mitula has breakfast in hand for you," she said.
His suit's metal coating heated up and gained momentum, to boost his speed. A sound crack occurred as he flew at higher speeds to reach his destination, while gazing at the sceneries ahead as his suit zoomed past the remarkable sky, overlooking another piece of land, a former Calm Area now saturated with Arcane radiation. Everything around him was broken and at its peak, wherever he flew in this industrialized suit. Animals that were known to science had morphed into monsters; humans exposed to Arcane cracks became…things such as Lamias, Merfolk, Fae, and countless unknown races that were blacked out from centuries that Dogma had banned from studying. Now the planet herself was fighting back and turning man against each other, he thought as his suit continued its speedy course as the rising sun was peeking from his back.
"Sweep by," Ralph said as his suit followed command and swooped by the Ocean side, cool water splashing against his suit as his speed decreased with his imminent arrival at the wondrous coast of Dusk Shallows, The sun has long left Ralph's back and has yet to greet the Chataeu. He picked up speeds and zoomed by the rocky side and the suit rose to the height of the mountain side, where his customized landing pad for his Ragnum suits was built. A loud thick thud of his suit greeted the marble and golden floors of the pad.
"Welcome home, Ralph," Elise's hologram greeted him at the pad before vanishing to within the Chateau. With a nod from Ralph, the majestically armoured man walked down the complex pad as his suit began to disassemble, its bolts loosened while systematically being picked out by cybernetic hands and being decontaminated below for any Arcane leaks. Piece by Piece, the armour gave away as it stored itself before it revealed a young man in casual wears, a plain blue shirt and greed polo attached with khaki shorts and slippers walking into the Chateau. He had green eyes and long slicked black hair that was spikey at some edges. He had a very stern look at his face.
Androids paved the door open for this green eyed and black haired young man as he strode the marble floors of the wondrous Chateau to greet his legal guardian within.
"Aunt Mitula! I'm here! What's going on?" Ralph called out at the entrance as Androids rushed to groom him before her presence, hoping to wonder what urgency summoned him from the war front.
He shuffled his business suit while studying an old text of documents finally pulled out from the Voided History. In Dogma, The Capital of The Vicronica Central Continent and where Humanity lies, a broken mind has taken seat in the most possible place where power is infinite and where every soul human or Arcane Gifted is in his hands. At least that is what President Marko Tyler had come to think himself be. With The Vicronican Military at his Left and The Vicronican Security Council on his right, his resources is grandiose, as well as the dark secret hiding behind the grin and active red eyes.
After promising on his final year of term that Humanity and Gifted alike will be acknowledged as equals, he has finally come close to finding the answer. The Answer lies with the study of Wyndian's Sky Isle, a summoning that allegedly brought a winged race from 3 millenia and a mighty Dynasty ruled by the Xanadu that had vanished. Marko smacked his lips as he skimmed pages after pages with deep interest in their culture, seeking the what he had been looking for by using Humanity as his tools.
To his frustration, Marko shifted the holographic files away in frustration and with an growling pout, turned to the Archives dating back 5 millennial with what The Council has recorded. All the power that every human and Gifted wanted in his person, and to be shamefully shut out due to lack of information and the person needed. What he needed was a Wyndian, unfortunately the Vicronican Security Council saw to most of their captive Wyndian's demises shortly before he took office after the mysterious disappearance of his predecessor. He was but a Senator at this time, and one false move from the last human president.
It's so amazing and hilarious how Humans can be so gullible with whom they trust their lives with, he cackled.
Right under their nose, and the one who still stands to grind them down to obedience, was in fact another Arcane Gifted so well disguised that he even made President of Dogma, The Capital of Vicronica.
"Found you… My sweet Wyndian and…Ohhh what have we here along with her? Interesting...!" Marko smacked in a very cold and quiet tone as he shuffled to the most recent files on their Log. The recent entry being Shendra, Prisoner Number 012988, having been betrayed by her own comrades due to the high bounty sanctioned by him almost 6 months after he took office and a Chimera experiment simply dubbed Experiment Number 041591 with his name expunged, almost all of Shendra's data and The Chimera Experiment's life and data have been redacted by the VSC. Marko stood baffled that she was yet alive; no doubt The VSC was keen on keeping her rather than openly giving her to him. And a large portion of her file was expunged and redacted, especially her link to Wyndians and to The Xanadu dynasty. The Chimera Experiment could also be a key in his plan to study and understand the Arcane cracks that has been cursing Humanity for so long.
Extracting Shendra's files and all Wyndian data from the VSC Cloud Server plus The Chimera's research data that was of value, he stored them in his personal Cloud Server before in deep mania, summoned a conference call with him and The VSC. At the earliest point of the morning, before the 3[SUP]rd[/SUP] moon was about to set, and an hour of collecting all members of the board, the red acted conference call commenced.
"A Wonderful and pleasant morning to all of you, My entrusted Peace Keeping committee! Let the war meeting...Begin!!" Marko greeted with a booming voice. To the VSC leaders, he was very unstable as his term progressed. It was no wonder they distrusted him, now he was threatening them, they could feel his fury burning underneath that otherworldly grin.
"Yes, Lord President," they all greeted, some with noticeable grogginess. "What brings an urgent Code Red conference call?" Few knew of the Code Red Conference Call, and was only used at times of an imminent war.
He simply smiled before shaking his fingers at them, as if scolding children.
"Tut Tut Tut. You all have been hiding something from me, I understand," he said.
Everyone remained silent, he was betting on them to cut the call and brand them traitors or slap a treason charge on everyone of them. His smile faded into a twisted malevolent look as Marko glared at all of them.
"We do not understand, Lord President," one of them spoke out. Marko's nose flared in fury as he began yelling.
"Because I am really disappointed with how my term has gone for 3 god damned years and none of you ever spoke of hiding a fucking Wyndian under my nose! Not to mention an existing experimental Chimera prototype!" He yelled at his head of securities, who kept such vital information from him for so long. The silence between his wrath and their secrecy was very long before the head of the VSC spoke out.
"…I apologize in advanced that this upsets your campaign, Lord President. Shendra and The Experiment are prisoners and individuals who pose a threat to Humanity. We are still at war with our former people as you may know," he spoke out.
Marko merely gaped his jaw at the ever so professionalism his colleagues and subordinates were putting up. It sickened him, the way they sucked up to his power. And when it came to the end of the stick, they stiffed their lips and cower.
"You are all a bunch of cock-ups, you know that? Bring both of them over to me or consider your resignations and warrant of arrest of high treason issued in the next hour!" Marko yelled before closing the call on all their faces. With Shendra and the Chimera added to his own personal accordance, he can have his own research facilities in Dogma piece together her body along with his and if possible, force her to invoke her ritual. A ritual which he had been studying all his life as he rose through political office.
Turning on his holographic desktop once more, a mass update on the approval codes for transporting Shendra and The Chimera to Dogma's facilities was erupting like crazy at The Presidential server. His anger slowly formed into a twisted smile as his plans have finally come to motion: The extinction of Humans.
"Vicronican War Front Report! Ralph Faiz and Faiz Industries' stocks continue to Soar for the Left Wing committee as he boldly confronted Dogma's policy in halting advancement to the Oriental Frontiers! An unprecedented attack shakes the Southwest regions today as Arcane gifted and Wild outbreaks of cracks continue to plague the populace! President Marko Tyler issues a cease fire but the Last Faiz has been undeterred! More to come in VNN's Breaking News!"
It was another day, another fight. Arcanes, or as the humans dreadfully call them " Magums " were causing all this madness for about a century now. It was his deep seated hatred for them, for what they did to his family, is what drove him to his own personal war. But today, it was time to take a break and see his only legal guardian residing at the calmest countryside of where she would always remain so.
She was the only Gifted that he won't call Magum, she would hide it from him despite his distaste for her kind but he would never hurt her for it was she who cared for him when his brother snapped and when everything went to hell for the Faiz family. She stood the test of time more than his mother or father for him, and he still feels that he didn't measure up to be the man all of them were hoping he would be. But a Trillionaire Industrialist had its perks, the least he could afford to the one who saw him rise was a wonderful Chateau with the state of the art Faiz Server installed as well as his latest Android modules serving her and back up copies of his Ragnum suits functioning as Sentinels. Not to mention the one subject she was studying for years since he picked it up, one who was with him in the suit as he was returning home from war.
"How's Aunt Mimi doing, Elise?" Ralph asked. For some reason, her request to see him was more urgent than usual. She does not condone his method of striking back against his fellow humans or the Arcane gifted and he was still struggling to come to terms. The pain was still fresh, despite it being since he was 8 years old and when Marko left after he accused Aunt Mimi for being one of them and killing their parents.
"She appears to be holding well, Ralph. I'll tell her you'll be home soon...She appears to be quite distressed by something," a female voice responded through his HUD.
"I'll be there soon. She's probably pissed off at the news again. Clock it at Mach 3 and keep me steady girl, we're looking at clear skies today so nothing too fancy," Ralph said while addressing his suit and Elise to caliberate the distance and speed needed to head to Dusk Shallows, home of his only family.
"Setting a flight plan for Dusk Shallows, Ralph, Madame Mitula has breakfast in hand for you," she said.
His suit's metal coating heated up and gained momentum, to boost his speed. A sound crack occurred as he flew at higher speeds to reach his destination, while gazing at the sceneries ahead as his suit zoomed past the remarkable sky, overlooking another piece of land, a former Calm Area now saturated with Arcane radiation. Everything around him was broken and at its peak, wherever he flew in this industrialized suit. Animals that were known to science had morphed into monsters; humans exposed to Arcane cracks became…things such as Lamias, Merfolk, Fae, and countless unknown races that were blacked out from centuries that Dogma had banned from studying. Now the planet herself was fighting back and turning man against each other, he thought as his suit continued its speedy course as the rising sun was peeking from his back.
"Sweep by," Ralph said as his suit followed command and swooped by the Ocean side, cool water splashing against his suit as his speed decreased with his imminent arrival at the wondrous coast of Dusk Shallows, The sun has long left Ralph's back and has yet to greet the Chataeu. He picked up speeds and zoomed by the rocky side and the suit rose to the height of the mountain side, where his customized landing pad for his Ragnum suits was built. A loud thick thud of his suit greeted the marble and golden floors of the pad.
"Welcome home, Ralph," Elise's hologram greeted him at the pad before vanishing to within the Chateau. With a nod from Ralph, the majestically armoured man walked down the complex pad as his suit began to disassemble, its bolts loosened while systematically being picked out by cybernetic hands and being decontaminated below for any Arcane leaks. Piece by Piece, the armour gave away as it stored itself before it revealed a young man in casual wears, a plain blue shirt and greed polo attached with khaki shorts and slippers walking into the Chateau. He had green eyes and long slicked black hair that was spikey at some edges. He had a very stern look at his face.
Androids paved the door open for this green eyed and black haired young man as he strode the marble floors of the wondrous Chateau to greet his legal guardian within.
"Aunt Mitula! I'm here! What's going on?" Ralph called out at the entrance as Androids rushed to groom him before her presence, hoping to wonder what urgency summoned him from the war front.
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