[h3] Biology [/h3] Collab with [@Wildman13] [hr] [img]https://orig00.deviantart.net/5d39/f/2013/225/a/2/torture_room_by_stgspi-d6i1tna.png[/img] After the battle was over several of the avian, orcs, dwarfs, and some books were now in the custody of the USEA, soon they have halted away to secret labs and locations and will soon feel all sort of pain and uncountable injustices will be inflicted to them. As they will face torture, abuse, and experimentation, their condition was so dire that some could link the treatment they received to concentration camps as seen in totalitarian regimes. Soon, a group of orcs, avians, and dwarfs wakes up only to be greeted to a small and cramp grey room, with only a small window of iron bars as their link to the outside world. Furthermore, it was unbelievably hot that some of them grew weak while some fainted. They soon, found out the there was an iron object denying them their usage of their arms or what looked like arms. “Make sure that the handcuffs are secure" The sound from a man that revealed himself from the darkness of the flaming chamber. He dresses in an all black suit and armed with something like a stick or a baton. But soon, before their eyes was something that’s very similar to a concentration camp. But the camp was dark and damp, with orcs and avians were being gathered like pigs and sheep. “Dwarves to the right. The rest belong to the ‘cattle.’” He yells out as the other guards begin to separate the Invaders into two. One headed straight to a white chamber. The white light, the sound of high technology, and the cold air flowing out. But inside, corpses of Dwarves being hung like cattle freshly killed. And near them are men in black suits that are putting the organs into a strange yellow vial. Old. Young. Men. Women. They are all hanged like pigs. And even dead, they are not to be free from the crime they cause to the USEA. The scream suddenly burst out, saying “no!!!!” And the Dwarves enters their factories. But in here, freedom ain't belonged to them but to their master. They are served with nothing more than a few cups of rice and beans, a few bottle of water, and daily check-up. Nearby, the speaker with the constant message is repeating day and night. “Remember the pain they cause for us. Remember the hatred. Remember your lost. And now, they are here to receive their pain. And don't be afraid of your action, know the others are doing the same.” And with that, the dwarves are being sent to their unknown fate. But the life that waits for the Orcs and the Avians are nothing better as they venture deeper into the area that is called as “cattle zone." And struck their eyes are the scenes of their people chained with large boulders. The chain the size of a man’s leg rattles as the orcs and the avians moved. Eye sockets are a common characteristic to be seen. Limped wings of the Avians as they try flapping their wings to reach for that small hole ventilation. But futile it is. Just then, another voice getting into the speaker message. He or she said in a strange tone, almost machine-like. “As the warden of camp ‘Hellish Demise', I welcomed you to this exotic place. As you can see, we are having a huge problem with food.” The man in the black armor walked on the stadium while he pointed toward a location that is not very far away from the orcs and avians' location. Corpses. The hollow bodies. The ripped rib cages. Opened appendages. Fallen eyes. Loose nose and lips. They are being masqueraded, under the eyes of their people. They died naked as well as soulless under the warden's eyes. And once again, his booming voice overcoming all the biting and bickering noise that his inmates could create. “As I had mentioned before. We are in search for those that could speak and decipher the tomes of what you call as ‘Mages’ or ‘Druids'. Of course, the options lie within you to decide to help us or to continue loyally to your people. But notice this, we aren't having enough food to carry all of you until the end of the war.” And the man pointed toward those mountains of corpses that are waiting to be disposed of. And maybe in the Invaders’ eyes, the man is monster in folklore. And some of them wishes that they had what he said is not going to be real. And his mask, now more evil than the time they saw in the first place, is now creating a devilish smile. “So anyone that would assist us will regain your daily meal as usual and protection. But for those that choose to retain your loyalty to the Invaders, well I guess you could feast on your comrades’ bodies and soak all those hatreds in you.” And with that, the warden leaves the place. But on his way out, the warden forget to deliver a message. So speaking through the speaker that is connected throughout the whole camps, the warden said with his devil voice. “It seems I have forgotten something very crucial to our future cooperation. The new law, written under the name as “The New USEA’s Prisoner Adjustment and Cooperation" had clearly written that,’ the Invaders upper limbs shall be broken.”’ The sound of something broken begins as the soldiers with their adjusted clubs begin to smash every Orcs and Avians. “in order to restrain our fellow friends from resisting our adjustment. The food supplies will also be cut short as well as the heat suppliers.” The warden begins shaking his head, saying to the soldier that stand next to him. “We are in South East Asia, we don't need heaters.” A chuckling sound coming from that bulky suit, as the headgear begin to shake up and down. And the warden turns back to his speaker and the message that he forgot to mention. “Oh, and we can also begin our experiment without their approval, it seems like. Well, there you have it, folks. I hope you have a wonderful day in ‘Hellish Demise.'” And with that, the man turns off his speaker and go back to his room. The only voices that could be heard in that shady and long hallways were the soldiers' footsteps and the warden's murmur. “Don't worry, my dear. They will pay for what they have done, sweetheart.” And the sound of his family talisman closed. Of metal clicked and snapped was the only sound in the long hallway of “Hellish Demise." The cruelty of the humans was too much for them, as the broken orcs and the avians were only grunts and had no idea how to use the magic that their leadership had, seeing the bodies of their comrades get defiled and gutted right in front of them added more terror to their eyes. For these creatures that they hunted and cut down was more than capable in returning their treatment a hundredfold, soon after the combined efforts of starvation and desperation the orcs and the avians begged for death asking their brothers to crush their heads with their feet just to end it while the others were surrendering that they will tell just so that they can get out from the conditions that they faced. The dwarfs felt hatred as they were forced to work for the humans, unbeknownst to them that the orcs and avians were suffering something far worse. “What is this filth.” The dwarf complains as he throws the rice with the other veggies to the sides. “YOU THINK THAT YOU CAN DO THIS TO US!” He yells out as he grabs the tray and started bashing the walls with it creating noise that can be heard by the others. Another five joined him with his defiance. “Chew on that you lazy bums, we are a proud race that will not bend our knee to you world eaters.” He continues with pride as more and more dwarfs joined him and the situation soon started to fall into a heated prison riot. But the prison revolt did not last long as hundred of Phase 1 soldiers begin to flush in and smash every resistances that they can see. Blood spilled from the unarmed enemies as each time the clubs of the soldiers are raising high and strike down with a stunning force. The sound of something break, whether it is bones or steel trays, are all across the dwarves’ complex. After capturing all the prisoner and manage to break all of their pinkies fingers, the sound from the speak began once again. “First of all, I must send my sincerely to you all for creating the riot. Now, the people will see how dangerous you, the Orcs, and the Avians are. And so, I had created a new schedule for you guys in such a short amount of time. Any bravo?” The sound of the guard cheering as some of them putting their fists above toward the white ceiling while singing something. And the voice continued its message” Second of all, your daily food proportions will be cut by half. You will also have no medical checkup. Food would now be served at 1 AM. If you did not give us back your tray, you whole cell would not have any food. And now, instead of receiving good plumbing device, you will do your business inside a metal box with no water or paper to clean your bottom half.” A huge moan comes out, much larger than the scream during the revolt happen throughout the complex. And this was the voice from those prisoners that had been stay in here much longer than them. And the speaker continues its stretching message: “Of course, you could choose to help us to know more about your culture. but believe in this, if you lied. You suffered a fate that is much worse than your comrades out there could imagine. Once again, I hope you had a wonderful and great time in ‘Hellish Demise’.” And with that, the guards pulled out of the cells and leave behind the sicked and wounded to suffer their determined fate. And somewhere, the message is returning to its endless loop. “Remember the pain they cause for us. Remember the hatred. Remember your lost. And now, they are here to receive their pain. And don't be afraid of your action, know the others are doing the same.” [hr] After the uncalled brutality that the humans have shown the dwarfs quickly went back to work for them with deep hatred and anger, but with the reduction of the food they soon became wearily and weak, some of which succumbed to hunger and depression. The dwarfs tried to endure but, dwarven pride did not feed them leaving others weakly to the food and to the mercy of the guard or his fellow people. Soon, the mood becomes heated as the dwarfs are not trying to stage a means to escape chipping away at their trays for scrap metal and other various objects that they can use. The orcs and the avians were suffering much more than the dwarfs as their state has left a deep and incurable wound in their hearts, as the orcs can no longer fight, toil their lands, or embrace the family that they have left behind. For the avians, their broken wings can never be fixed and robbing them of their natural right to fly and feel the sky of all its glory. And being degraded to livestock was the biggest shock to them as they were no longer important, but just a sack of meat that's the only purpose was to fatten up and be served to the enemy. All of it was too much to the point where one of them gave up and agreed to tell them how magic works or preferably what he knew. The warden opens his hand as if he was welcoming a long time no see friends, but the situation would suggest otherwise. In the center was an orc. He was cleaned, wearing heavy handcuffs and chained by two heavy metal balls to his legs. Beside him is a few Phase 1 soldiers that are ready to beat the thing in front of them into mush if it had anything noticeable. “Please guys, there is no need to do such thing.” The Warden said as he walks closer to the orc, who seems like a small sheep that is going to be torn apart by the wolf. And given what the devious voice what it wants. “Well, my dear friend. I believe you came here to ask me for something. A deal? A propose? A surrendering vote? Well, it doesn't matter.” The warden walked further from the orc and tapped on one of the nearby buttons. And projectors begin to work their full power to project all the sights in the complex called as “Hellish Demise." The image of the thing being beaten to its death. The sound of bones being crack. The sight of many chewing the corpses while having a smile on them. They are human. And they are glad because of the food that they luckily found. The morn, the cries, and the screams of children as they saw their parents return home. Some with their body parts forever lost. And some in the wooden box. “War.” The warden said as he turns his back from the orcs. “We never begin it in the first place. We never did anything in the first place. And all we did was protecting our world. Millions if not billions had lost their lives. And to encounter this, we had begun to study your technologies. These things that you called as ‘Magics’ certainly held its strength. But we across the nation, we are studying about these tomes. The speed may be low but it progresses without your help. So I am beginning to wonder about keeping prisoners. There is no need to keep the dwarves, seeing how their rebellious nature. The avians and you guys cost us too many foods.” The warden halts and looks at the ceiling above him. A sigh coming from his mask. “Yes, most of the people are supporting for throwing you guys killed. We don't need your meat actually, as it is too hard to be eaten. And even more, your intelligence certainly a threat to our survival. But I guess we could keep some of you, in a very few number of course. So, please tell me, my dear friend. Why should I keep you?” Pouring himself a small cup of water, the warden held the cup high before continuing his question. “Well considered that. I hope you enjoy eating your comrade flesh and receiving these harsh treatments. This is probably our final meeting before that ‘exterminating prisoner policy’ getting passed.” And with that, the warden turns his back and signal the soldiers to bring the thing away. He is waiting for something inevitable to happen. Whether it is the end of this race or the betrayal of some individuals, both will suit his will. After all, the outside world is a harsh world. Meanwhile, in the Dwarfs zone. The dwarfs are now being divided into 2 sides and held in a large white room. Each of them is sitting nicely in a table with a blank piece of paper on it. The topic was simple, write for your life. Although simple, there are many requirements following. There must be more than 10 words per lines, except if it is a poem. Your hand-write must be readable. You are not allowed to tear the paper that was given to you on purpose. Doing so would result in death. If you did not write more than 4 pages long in 24 hours, dead. If your handwriting is too bad, you will be beaten to almost dead. If you are lying, or attempt to lie, death. And if you attempt to destroy others paper, death But there are also some that the human provides as they clearly say: 1. You may talk with other. But the group must be no bigger than 10 people 2. You may go to the restroom, but your time will not add for the time you spent in the restroom. 3. And attempt to leave this room will result in death. And since the beginning, there had been a dozen of dwarfs being removed as they show hostile and uncooperative manner with the soldier. “I’ll talk, so please spare me.” He pleaded to the phase 1 soldiers in what seems to be a messed up version of your language. “My family needs me, they won’t survive.” He continued even further, begging even as tears begin to flow from his eyes. “I’ll tell you everything I know, I can even be a spy for you.” He said with a desperate look and a face that is willing to do anything. “I can even raise up an army and cripple them.” He desperately proposes as he gets dragged away with the tone of a broken man that will do anything to survive. “As of magic, I can bring you shamans, scrolls, artifacts, and tomes.” He quickly adds trying to raise his chances of survival, by showing his importance in being alive rather than underneath the ground. “I’ll do anything just keep me alive.” He finally ends pleading to the warden as he already said everything that could possibly not get him executed or outright killed, nervously waiting for the answer of the warden as he closes his eyes. The dwarfs, on the other hand, will stay defiant to the end as they look at one another, with their natural pride and with a simple nod they started writing. They quickly made finished paper after paper but, instead of an essay, they were writing a letter in their own language which was incomprehensible to humans at the time. They wrote with pride with some laughing, the others with a saddened look and others a sincere and fatherly look. They were writing for their own survival rather they were writing for their families that they left behind hoping that one day this letter comes back home, writing about the atrocities and suffering that they had undergone through, day in and out inside the facility. [hider=one of the letters] Dear Frost Hammersplit, [indent][indent] Boy, my time is short and if you have received this message then I am no longer there to train you. But, do not be saddened my son for you are destined for greatness and you have the eyes of a master forger. I know I have never shown or told it to you but, I am proud of you both your mother and I are. You are our most wonderful creation and legacy that we left behind in our two worlds. I’m sorry for everything, please forgive me. Half of the letter was burned off and ruined like the others at this point. [/indent][/indent] [/hider] After they were done they huddled up as a group of tens just as they were instructed but, instead of planning what to say they exchanged stories, tales, myths, and jokes turning the gloomy atmosphere to a more festive and merry one. They would all die but, that didn’t stop them from enjoying the so little time they had left. “Of course,” The Warden signaled the nearby Phase 1 soldier to take the betraying green skin in front of him to the laboratory. And the voice coming from the man that called himself as the Warden echoes throughout the whole asylum. “Remember, for ten letters you were able to translate, you save one.” In the laboratory, there is a man with his white lab coat and goatee waiting for the greenskin to approached before placing a book with every letter that was found on the tomes. But what thought to be a place filled with silence is now only filled with many more. Pairs of Phase 1 soldiers with their conversation about their daily life stories. The sound of gears and machines perfectly tuned. And oddly enough, in the corner lay an old gramophone that is constantly playing the classic orchestra along with it. The floor is pure white with no trace of dirt or blood on it and seems to be made from one single huge piece of floor. Its smoothness without any anomalies on the surface is even able to reflect some degree of image back. But the visage was altered beyond recognition, wiggle as the viewer change his or her head. But there is this place, where there is only darkness. It’s more like a hole than a mere paint. Yet, it seems to be endless and no light could escape from it unending grasp. And where light and darkness meet, the scientist await for the greenskin. His hand rests lightly on the light brown wooden chair that are only a few inches from the being sucked into the hole. His lab coat moves slowly as if it is being dragged down by the thing that he is standing nearby. Yet there is no fear in him, only a smile. “Spectacular, isn't it?” The man with the goatee asks as he shifted his gaze from the greenskin to the black hole beneath his feet. “Crafted by Vantablack, this place could create an illusion of height. Stand from here, you will have the same fear of looking down from a cliff a few hundreds bedrock beneath. And every being feared,” The scientist let out a smile chuckled before continued. “So they will crawl back to safety. But if the place that they could only move is this cliff-hanging and the bedrock beneath, almost all will choose to jump. They knew, doing so will be dead.” The thin man shuddered as if there was a cold wind that had blown through his skin. “Please, come here and do what you came here for. The Warden wanted me to remind you what is the result if you failed to prove your usefulness, but I don't think that it needs to be repeated. Soon the table lays every word that needs to be decrypted. And I want you to tell us the meaning as you write down, each word's definition down in our language. We don't need beautiful handwriting, but we don't need doctor's handwriting as well. Don't make this harder than how it is supposed to be. After all, you don't want to end up like the dwarves.” And with that, the scientist pointed his right hand toward the table as the Phase 1 soldier slowly move the green skin toward the table. Nearby, other Phase 1 soldiers ready to fire at suspected movements. After all, there is truly no need to cost more than two lives instead of one. He shallows deep as he hears the potential fate of the dwarfs. “I will translate it all,” he said as he starts translating each in everyone down but, once in the middle, he started noticing that there were a few words that mean and were pronounced differently so with a final act of defiances he purposely wrote it with different words and pronounced it wordly when translating. But, since he knows a little bit of the human language [i]english[/i] he was able to make mistakes regardless. After a while, he starts asking for help to translate some of the words. In an effort to save his life, and after several long hours he was done with half of the lengthy time, stumbling to one of the pages that tell of an important part of how mana works. It tells of “In order to use magic and spells, the presences of mana is epical to its success, Though mana is impossible to replicate it is said that the foliage or earth mother produces it and spreads it in the air.” It tells added with some illustrations of trees and plants that seem to support the theory. This page was shocking to him the most for the basic reason that these plants are not native to earth, and it would support the claim of shamans that they cannot use powerful spells in the front lines. And it also means that this will be his death for how much he translates it, the humans will not see that much effects. Until he looked at the next page that seems to give him hope. “Though if that was the case what about the orc dominated sands?” It asks. “Well, the answer to that is mana stones or the small ores that have the strange ability to secrete and produce their own weaker but, more concentrated mana.” It answers as the orc raises his hand to share this discovery. “No matter how much you try magic, it is still impossible for your race to use or even if you can the power of the spells will be reduced.” He says. “But, I can get you all that you need for it so I’m much more important alive than dead.” He adds as he waits for their answer. “Real?” The man in the white lab coat stroke his beard as he thinks about what the orcs had said. [i] Scanning these things would be likely to be very easy. Just need building a detector to detect these strange substances. After all, there aren't that many substances that radiate, especially when these green skins talk which such familiar. These substances must be created in a high-pressure zone. So the primary concentration must be within the deeper layers. But based on these savages, these rocks must be very easy to find. So there are some near the surface. But indeed, it did say something true. For now, its knowledge did prove its value.[/i] The scientist thinks to himself as he checks the orcs work. And without many words, he is very pleased with what the result came for. The orc had proved its loyalty and diligently in saving its mate's life. The number suggested so, as the thing’s effort is enough to save about 30 others. “Very well, then. I will say with the Warden about our extraordinary friend here. You could follow the soldier here. He will lead you back to the Warden's chamber later on to receive the gift the Warden's promised you.” With that, the scientist discards the soldier along with the orc back to where they came from. Along the dark road that usually filled by the moaning or a sudden huff from somewhere, the soldier said nothing. The sound of the soldier footsteps was heavy. The cling and clang sound from the metal keys against the hard uniform suit erupted with each of his steps. And the white light from the lab could no longer be seen. But instead, it is replaced by a shady yellow light that was cast of by a dozen or more light bulbs. These lights are very strange. Their lights were more foggy, unable to cover a whole lot of area. And there were thousands of them, lining one by one on the ceiling. If this was the light, then it was a horrible light. For underneath it, darkness grows stronger than ever. The suffering never ceased. The moaning of mothers to their child. The unending weep of new souls to their origin. The humming sound of flies and their larvae on these sickening and wretched bodies of the defeats. The horrible smells of feces, blood, and tears filled the nostrils with each breath the living had to endure. And the heat just makes it all worst. The burning, unending, torment heat of this tropical land had caused many to go insane. And never, in the history of warfare, does mankind used such a cruel punishment to its enemy. The Warden had kept his promise. And instead of releasing only 30 orcs, he also let that betrayal orcs to choose 10 more. But with one condition he said, “ You must handpick these 40 individuals publically, among your peers and comrades.” After saying his usual welcoming to the new prisoners that were transported from a small skirmish in USEA, the Warden said loudly to all of his inmates. “Well, there is something that I want to say to you all here. Your friend here, an orc, had made his wisest decision yet. To join our side and use his intelligence and work to trade for the continued miserable lives. But notice this, if you aren't getting chosen. You will die.” Just as he said, the soldier behind him with their electric batons and thick riot shields move forward one step. They were much bigger compared to the usual guards. And their unity is at a whole new level to the Phase 1 soldier. “Ah, don't be afraid. Instead, you should be proud. Dying under the Phase 2 soldier’s hand is a quite rare experience. And the chance for a prisoner to die by melee is quite rare. But as you see. In “Hellish Demise," we valued tradition and honor. So be proud and grateful for it.” With that, the Warden takes a step back from the platform. The new inmate shall watch the welcome party, something that their previous owners did not have enough luck to see. And the “die with melee"? It is all but a lie. The orcs had been left to starve for so long. The Avians are nothing without their flight capabilities. All the Phase 2 soldiers waiting for the orcs to choose the ones that are going to be saved and confirm the execution of the rest. “I’m sorry brothers but, there is no honor in dying here.” He reasoned only to receive scorned from his peers as they heard what he had done. “But, we don’t have to die I can still save as much as I can.” He continued to reason before, but the orcs never relent and with their last ounce of strength charged to the traitor, their last action before their death as they rallied weakly attacking guards as rage took control of them all. The traitor didn’t save anyone as he witnessed, his kind slaughtered in front of him. As the phase 2 soldier took care of their little insurrection. As even tied up the orcs and the avian did everything they could in order to rebel as they split at the guards at one point. The orc watched in horror of what was once his brethren dying by the numbers. “FOR TITANIA!” One of them screamed out before getting beaten to death. “HONOR TO MY PEOPLE!” Another said before his head was mercilessly caved in by one of the guards. But, in their pitiful state, the orcs and avian were able to put up a valiant effort before the last ten of them was all that's left, beaten and put into submission. The last ten, lay pitiful on the ground, completely covered in their own and the others blood. They past out due to the pain. “STOP DON’T KILL THEM!” He frantically yelled out with tears, as he picks the bloodied group. “Sure." The Warden signaled for the Phase 2 soldiers to step down before talking to the new inmate. “Well, as you can see. In “Hellish Demise," we do not joke. If you can prove your loyalty and worthy to us, we shall provide you security and food. But if you don’t, we still have enough bullets and guns to kill all of you.” With that, the Warden and the Phase 2 soldiers returned to wherever they came. And all would be normal. The corpses are still rotten. The blood is still flowing. “What do you want me to do!?” He said unnerved at the massacre, he just witnesses still tending to what’s left of his brothers. “Just stop, no more blood needs to be spilled!” He yells out as he desperately tries to close one of the wounds his kin had endured. But, in time his hand drops on the floor, with his blood dripping to the floor. He was too late, as what was once ten became nine, but all on the verge of death. Their souls were taken by the earth mother. And those that finally left are now in a better place. [hider=Art]https://orig00.deviantart.net/5d39/f/2013/225/a/2/torture_room_by_stgspi-d6i1tna.png[/hider]