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[center][h1][color=007236]Zandor Military Penal Asylum[/color][/h1][/center]
[center][h3][color=007236]Observation Room 1.[/color][/h3][/center]
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[indent]Camilla was once again confined to a cell, only this time by her own people. She was seated in a chair that was bolted to the ground of an otherwise empty room, being observed through one way window by the two dozen physicians, officers and guards in the next room. She no longer looked like the hideous beast that had killed MP Mortem earlier that afternoon. By time anyone found Mortem dead in his clinic’s office she had already reverted to her human appearance, crouched in the corner and scared half to death for the terrible acts she couldn’t remember doing.  

The walls of the room were on the most part fairly standard for an observation room of this distinction. It was dimly lit with a single bulb in the center of the ceiling. It had two foot thick Iron walls and floor, concrete ceiling, with a small communications system high up in one corner, while the one way window was made of a new revolutionary material called [b]Ocularium[/b]. Ocularium didn’t work at all like standard one way glass, where the perception of one way transmission is achieved when one side of the glass is brightly lit and the other side is dark. In fact, Ocularium wasn’t glass at all, but rather a form of another new invention called [b]Imagitanium[/b], which was a newly formulated, [b]Transparent Titanium[/b]. 

“Camilla.” A man said, his voice was distinctly of an elderly sort, deriving from the communications device in the upper corner of the room. Camilla jumped in her seat at the sound of his sudden speech, but she relaxed quickly, brushing back a fall of hair behind ear as she listened intently. “My name is Practitioner Rali Dous.” He said, “How are you feeling, Camilla?” 

She took a moment to configure her thoughts, and replied in an apprehensive tone; “I’m okay, I guess.” 

“Camilla,” he asked, “Do you know why you’re here?” 

She took a deep breath, exhaling heavily as she answered. “I killed someone?’ 

“That is correct.” The voice confirmed, though the man held no notions of judgement in his voice. “Camilla, I am here this afternoon to assess your condition. Are you willing to participate in this evaluation?” 

She nodded, yes. Though she didn’t really feel like she had any choice in the matter. 

“Camilla.“ He began. “You informed me that you are aware of the reason for your being here, that you did in fact kill a man. Do you have any memory of this event?” 

“No.” Her answer was instant, shaking her head almost wildly as she did so. 

“Camilla –“ 

“Please don’t! Just stop!!” She cut him off with a spike of aggression. “Can you just stop repeating my name like that. I know what my name is! Just stop it!” 

A silence followed that lasted for several seconds before the man’s voice returned:

“Camilla….” He said. “The name of the man you killed is MP Mortem. Can you describe to me your memory of events that took place while in his company?” 

She grit her teeth with distaste at the man’s deliberate use of her name after she specifically requested that he not. Nevertheless, she controlled any further outbursts, and found a simple reply: “Before or after he died?” 

“What do you recall of the moments immediately following MP Mortem’s departure?” He asked.

“I think I woke up or something. I was sitting in the corner of the room and looking at all the blood. He…” She paused, turning her eyes to the floor and lowering her brows with disgust. “…His head was beside me on the floor.” 

“And can you tell me what you recall from before the incident?’

“He was taking samples,” She answered, raising her eyes to the reflective face of the window, “First he took some hair, then he was about to take a cut of my fingernail – but something was wrong.” She added, shaking her head confusedly; “He was having problems, like…. He couldn’t cut my hair properly because it was too strong. But eventually cut some anyway. But it hurt….” She paused, rolling her eyes to the communication device. “I punched him in the face.” She bit her lip as an indication of remorse as she turned her eyes back to the window. 

“And it was after punching MP Mortem in the face that he then attempted to remove a segment of your fingernail?” 

“Yes.” 

“Did he succeed in removing the segment of nail from your finger?” 

“I don’t know. I’m not sure. He was having problems cutting it again, then I blacked out. Then the next thing I know I woke in the corner of the room like I said before.” 

“Camilla….” He continued, his voice now denoting a trace of care for her, “Can you tell me how you felt in the moments before you blacked out?” 

“Yeah…” She said, turning her eyes to the floor as she recalled the feeling. “I was feeling angry, or sick. Maybe a mix of both. But it was weird…” She raised her eyes to the window once more. “…I didn’t not like him or anything. I knew he wasn’t trying to hurt me.  It was like I was feeling someone else’s feelings. I didn’t wasn’t to feel what I was feeling but I couldn’t help it.” She sighed heavily to add, “Then I felt… like… some weird movement inside my stomach, like there were all these things crawling around inside me. Then after I started feeling that I don’t remember any more. Everything… disappeared. ”  

There was close to minute of silence before the man returned with more questions.

“When you felt these things.” He asked. “MP Mortem was attempting to remove your fingernail fragment?” 

She replied with a simple nod for yes. 

“Camilla. I would like to ask one more question before I conclude this session.” He paused, then added in a peculiar tone; “How did you feel when you woke up and saw what you had done?”  

Camilla turned up her nose with a sneer, gave a shake of her head, and snapped at him; 

“How the fuck do you think I felt? It was horrible!”[/indent]

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[center][h1][color=007236]Meanwhile, in The Tower of Meth[/color][/h1][/center]
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[indent]Basal Troven stood in his usual attire before the Sovereign, who was slumped in her chair, face planted despairingly in one hand. She was draped in a full-body black dress. They were alone in a room that was also dark, not blindingly so, lit only by a candle perched upon a small dresser near where the sovereign sat grieving.  

“Will you be okay?” Basal asked her, his face and voice both depicting his state of concern.

I’ll be fine.” She muttered softly. “We’ll work this out. Camilla will be fine as well. I’ll make sure of that.” 

“There is another matter of importance we need to address.” He regretted to say. 

She lifted her face from her hand, her eyes heavy with dark derision in regarding her friend. 

“It’s about the Transespial.” He continued, seemingly unaffected by her look. “As you know all the tests performed on the Transespial System have been successful, and short range scans have revealed artificial structures beneath the Badlands.” He paused to lift his voice an octave for added elation. “As by your orders, the last few weeks have been spent installing a Transespial system to Detec 1. The crew and the satellite are now ready for launch, Your Eminence. All they need now is your go ahead.‘’ 

Faith Eminence Goaldinhoe sat back in her chair with a long exhale, the darkness in her eyes slightly abated by the light of the candle. “It would seem I have received good news for a change.” She said, raising one find in direction of the heavens as she then lurched forward in her seat, and added; 

“Launch Detec 1. Immediately!”[/indent]  

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[center][h1][color=007236][u]Hiatus[/u][/color][/h1][/center]

[center][i]One and a half years ago, Her Eminence Goaldinhoe’s sanctioning of the moment to find her missing people by any means possible, gave birth to a great number of revolutionary developments. The following is an example of one such technology.[/i][/center] 


[center][h3][color=007236]First Instalment[/color][/h3][/center]
[center][h3][color=007236]Of[/color][/h3][/center]
                                  [center][h3][color=007236]Visual and Sensory[/color][/h3][/center]
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[indent][b][u][color=00a651]Imagitanium[/color][/u][/b][/indent]

 
[indent][indent][b][color=00a651]Visitanium[/color][/b] and [b][color=00a651]Ocularium[/color][/b] are two by-products of Imagitanium. Imagitanium is a highly tensile, electronically interactive and transparent form of Titanium, formulated by a military scientist by the name of Adeptin Forge. Adeptin stumbled upon the formula for Imagitanium while endeavoring to discover cloaking technology. It was another scientist that managed to discover cloaking technology for Zandor one year ago, but Adeptin’s invention a few months prior to that point nevertheless became a revolutionary development in the Zandor construction industry.  

Imagitanium, Ocularium and Visitanium are now used in the construction of a new line of Zandor building innovations, including basic domestic structures, satellites, space craft, as well as land and water veering vessels throughout the Zandor Empire, for both civilian and military alike.[/indent][/indent]