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Current It has been 2 years since I focused on my finals, I have now returned.
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Busy with college finals. :b
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What am I doing to my life.
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Just to change up my status. I'm doing better than I did a year ago. Hopefully everyone else is doing okay.
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James Porter



James started his morning as usual, however, the adjustment of cohabitation with a roommate was... Weird to say the least. He had to be mindful of his sleepier self, not allowing his habits as a solitary spy and assassin bubble to the surface. After all, there was still a lot to think about. This type of deep cover infiltration was new to him. The agency could've sent anyone else, but perhaps he was the only one available. These new thoughts and feelings all brought about by the appearances of people his age talking about their upbringings, their families, their loved ones. It made him realize how much he didn't have. Though he had ended the night prior in good spirits, these thoughts hung about him and refused to let him sleep.

Nevertheless, after showering he put on his tophat and his usual coat and left the apartment. He needed to clear his mind. That was when all the news had hit him about the previous night. There were plenty of goings on now, especially after that little stunt that Jeanne pulled. It piqued his interests as Jeanne, despite how she looks, isn't the type of person he'd think would do things on impulse. No, as much as he'd hate to admit it, there was some method to her madness, otherwise, she wouldn't be here in Bermuda in the first place. While this news was surprising it was not enough distract him from exploring his surroundings further. He let himself go and hoped his thoughts would slowly fade away. Not too long after, he found himself looking at some ornate looking pocket watches through a store window. He didn't know why he stopped in-front of this shop, he just liked the design he supposed.

"Perhaps... I've gone soft." He whispered to himself. In the reflection of the store window he saw himself. He wasn't even aware of the expression he was making. His eyes looked distant, his face pale, his brow furrowed. So distracted, so disconnected, and so self-centered that he could not even process all the things going on around him or noting anyone of interest. He sighed and continued on his stroll.
Hey Tort! Seems like I caught this one a little late. Still accepting people?
New Haven
City of New Athenia
Gaian Temple

“A new life awaits you! Brothers and Sisters!” Temple Father Zionus announced, his voice booming through the crowded streets. The New Haven Directorate being kind enough to allow the Gaian Harmony to construct a Temple in their capital city, the temple itself was a work of art, made up of towering spirals, sleek and curved shapes, it was almost maddening to describe the structure in words. Assisting the Temple Father were MK1 Legionary drones and and rather pleasing-looking Temple Sisters as they passed out infopads to curious onlookers, always parting ways with potential converts with “May you find True Paradise.”

“I know that Transcendence can be daunting, even frighting.” The Temple Father said. “But all you need is to take one step! Gaia’s gift to you all, the chip! Such a small device can bring you closer to paradise, to true happiness! No strife, no war, only peace!”

New Haven was still adjusting to having new colonies of mankind suddenly pop up. Not to mention how different each colony was. The visitors this time came from Gaia and now they were preaching their message in New Athenia. One curious scientist named Sheldon came up to them with an assistant nearby, "Salutations! I'm interested in doing this so called transcendence for the sake of scientific discovery! My assistant will be monitoring it for all the fleshy people around us of course."

“Hazzah! A new brother to join our flock.” Temple Father Zionus said, followed by eyeing the assistant with a flash of a glare, subtle, yet bone chilling. “Of course, your companion can witness you for your first step towards true paradise. Follow me.” The Temple Father stepped down from his podium, as he and two Temple Sisters escorted the pair into the interior of the Temple. The Temple itself was dim, yet illuminated, a long tall, golden statue of a feminine figure standing at the end of the walkway.

"PERFECT!" the prospecting researcher exclaimed. "LEROY! READY YOUR EQUIPMENT!"

The man behind him was dragging a whole cart that weighed about a ton. Even with his exoskeleton assistance he was already panting, "I fuckin -huff!- am already!"

"Well chop chop! We're wasting daylight!"

"Why am I the intern?" he whispers under his breath.

As they enter the temple interior the researcher then asks, "What will the process entail?"

“We’re not too far, we’ll gladly show you!” Zionus said as he led the group deeper underneath the Temple, entering a clean lab environment, rows upon rows of inanimate robotic shells lined up on one section of the facility, along with several clear rooms of operating tables of sorts. A glass door slide open in one of the rooms as Zionus was the first to step in. “Please lie down on your stomach, brother.”

"PERFECT! SO INTERESTING! LEROY YOU BETTER GET THIS ON FOOTAGE!"

Leroy, the assisstant, looked at his boss and said with a dry exasperated expression, "Shouldn't you ask first whether we can film this?"

"It'll be fine! We are scientists! We have a moral obligation to record things for posterity and for the betterment of mankind as a whole!"

The researcher then goes over and lies down on his belly, "I AM READY GOOD SIR!"

Zionus turned to Leroy, placing his cold hand over his shoulder. “Do not worry, my son.” He said. “We have nothing to hide….” At least, in first phase of the procedure….
Zionus turned his attention back to the eager scientist. “I would brace yourself if I were you, If I remember correctly, the process will be a bit….painful.”

With that said, several elongated mechanical arms emerged from the celling, all equipped with unique surgical tools for such a delicate procedure. An additional arm emerged, on the tip it carried the Chip implant, ready to inject directly to the brain.

Leroy continued to film and asked to his researcher friend, "Are you sure about this Sheldon?"

"There is no boundary for science Leroy! Be brave! BE BRAVE FOR PROGRESS!" Sheldon braced himself for the procedure

Leroy continued to film, despite the imposing presence of Zionus. For his comrade in science, he must show no fear.

The arms went to work as they begun the surgery, cleanly cutting through meat and bone as a gapping hole was left in Sheldon’s cranium in the aftermath, the arm with the chip slowly lowered itself and in quick succession, inserted the chip deep in his brain in a blink of a eye. Once the process was completed, the arms resumed with resealing the surgical spot. Within moments, the arms retreated into the celling as Zionus was the first to step forward and approached Sheldon. “How do you feel? Sheldon?” He asked.

"I feel... Okay I think?" Sheldon looks around himself before looking back at Leroy, "You got that on footage right? How'd it look?"

Leroy then said, "It looked terrifying... But then again, we do our procedures using nano-surgery which is far less intrusive. This does the same thing but in a more direct way."

"Hmm... Keep recording these notes! I'm interested" Sheldon then returned his attention to Zionus, "What's next then?"

“The final step of Transcendence is choosing your new body.” Zionus replied as he led the group out of the room and towards a wall lined with rows of inactive Gaian shells of varied designs. “Choose whatever suits you, my brother, what speaks to you?”

Sheldon put a hand to his chin and browsed through the selection as if he were picking a suit for a wedding. He looked over one body with a sleek, elegant, yet simple design.

"I think I'll go for this one" he pointed over to it, Leroy of course was close behind filming everything as they went. Then he said, "You're finally getting cyberdized like you always wanted."

"Heh- Well, this isn't exactly what I pictured, but it's close enough right?"

Leroy let out a bit of a chuckle before looking towards Zionus.

“Ahh, a fine choice indeed…” Zionus said. “Come! Greatness awaits!” With that said, the selected shell sank into the wall, the group once more, leaving the floor and ventured deeper into the Temple, right into the Transcendence Chambers. Dozens of glass tubes lined up, ready to be filled with potential “occupants”. Said tubes were all linked to greater machines as they let out low hums that filled the air. The group stopped at one particular tube as the New Sheldon hung over it, tendril-like wires and tubes gripping and connecting the shell with the machine. The glass seal raised up.

“Step in, and your past life will be all behind you.”

"I'll see you on the other side friend" Sheldon shook Leroy's hand before stepping into his glass tube.

"Alright, I'll see ya!" Lucas continues to record Sheldon's transition.

Sheldon’s body was consumed in a blinding light as the Transcendence begun, you could almost hear a hauntingly beautiful hum ringing out during the process, and for a moment, screaming could be heard from Sheldon’s tube, tearing one’s mind apart and reassembling it into code would no doubt be..painful. Zionus looked to the Lucas, who no doubt was alarmed. “Do not fear, my boy.” He reassured him. “This is all part of the process, all part of bettering yourself, all part of Her plan.” The hums soon died down as well as Sheldon’s screams, all was silent as the light dimmed. The tube that carried Sheldon’s new body lowered itself towards the group, the glass door sliding open as a cloud of smoke filled the air.

Electronic-sounding joints whirred up as Sheldon took a step forward, scanning the room with his new eyes, feeling a sense of euphoria as he behold himself to his new form. “It is done.” Zionius said, his pride and accomplishment hard to hide. “Welcome to the fold, Brother Sheldon!”




A Collab Between Liotrent & @Sigma

JAMES PORTER



James took a moment to let everything settle down. He was still slightly reeling from the drugs in his system. He found the entire place simply exquisite, but it was more spacious than what he was comfortable with. On top of that, he had a roommate, this complicated things. He had already missed a golden opportunity to find his target, now he had to deal with a person looking over his shoulders every time he were to do something. 'This situation is a pain in the ass' he thought.

However, instead of dwelling on complications, he simply wanted to recover from tonight's exciting events. The student he was to have as his roommate shared many physical similarities. If one were to see them together, it'd be certain that they'd ask if one was related to the other. The only dead giveaway that they weren't are the orient features that his roommate had. James paced the rooms for a little before stopping to glance at his roommate.

"It seems we're stuck together for the time being..." James' tone was a little harsher than he wanted it to sound. If he were to be honest with himself, a little frustrated at how everything turned out and it seemed to be leaking into his speech.

James turned to face him properly and continued, attempting to remedy his tone with a smile, "... Introductions are in order I suppose, James Porter. Chemist and Dynamicist, and you are?"

@banjoanjo

6 MONTHS LATER
NEW HAVEN
HUBERT'S OFFICE


SOL INCIDENT INQUIRY: DURNHAM'S COURT MARTIAL TRANSCRIPT


Gen. Lee Abrams: "Admiral Durnham, Lucas J., you were ordered by the Lead Director to ONLY protect the medical ship and the Nano Construction Vehicle relegated to Sol in order to assist allied ships in the system. Is that not correct?"

[Durnham took a sip of water before replying to General Abrams]

Adm. Lucas Durnham: "Aye sir."

Gen. Lee Abrams: "Then why did you lead your ships on the offensive Admiral Durnham? You were supposed to stay back."

Adm. Lucas Durnham: "Sir, I escorted the two ships closer to the front to provide more adequate support to our allies. It was then we were engaged by electronic warfare and the friendly fire incidents occurred. I led the remainder of my unaffected ships to hunt down the culprit before damage could be dealt to our unarmed ships, sir."

[The jury began to look towards each other and hushed conversations could be heard but not understood]

Gen. Lee Abrams: "Why then did you deem the mining vessels to be a threat? The purpose of the mission was to apprehend the perpetrators alongside our allies, not annihilate them. We are a self-defense force admiral, not a proper military."

Adm. Lucas Durnham: "Sir, there was no way of knowing whether any of the mining ships were truly mining ships or disguised E-warfare vessels. I ordered my ships to engage any and all threats, this included the mining ships, sir."

Gen. Lee Abrams: "After your ships regained control, why did you not call off your assault? The Columbian and Xandalian fleet were more than capable of wiping out a small combat fleet. Were you under orders to do so?"

Adm. Lucas Durnham: "Sir, I was ordered by the Military Science Director Timothy Candy, to engage and show the might of New Haven to the foreigners, sir."

[The general stood up in shock, the murmurs then turned into heated debates among the jury]

Gen. Lee Abrams: "ORDER IN THE COURT!"

[The jury settled down while the general refocused on Durnham]

Gen. Lee Abrams: "Do you understand the accusation you are making Durnham?"

Adm. Lucas Durnham: "Sir, I am merely answering your question. I was under orders from Director-"

Gen. Lee Abrams: "Enough, I'm elevating this case to the board. This matter involves one of the directors. Court is dismissed."

[End of transcript]


Doug sat quietly next to Hubert as Hubert sat on the floor of his office listening to the audio transcript.

"I knew that little turd had something to do with the Sol incident. All Timbo had to do was be god damned patient! I said I would handle it! Jeez, it's like no one listens to me anymore."

Doug sat up and licked Hubert's face, "I listen! Besides, I think it's just because before meeting the rest of the colonies, Tim didn't really have much of a job, now he does!"

"So the man gets a taste for power and wants more... Geez, I knew I had a bad feeling about him back in the academy. WELP IT'S NOT DURNHAM'S FAULT! He was just following orders. Buuut, if I don't do anything, that'll push the blame on Tim and that's not exactly good either." Hubert put a hand to his chin and hmmmmmed as he thought of a way to deal with the situation.

"Wait, but isn't Tim a danger to the Directorate? Wouldn't it be better to just let him get ousted by the board?" Doug tilted his head all confused like as he looked at Hubert.

"The procedures for ousting a director is time consuming and there's no telling what he'll do. He's had six months to prepare. It's best to let him think I'm an idiot that'll let him get away with everything while I keep my cards to myself. The Praetorian project is still on-going and I think I'm going to form a new task-force... Perhaps..." Hubert's eyes drifted to Lucas Durnham's file, he held out a hand and waved it over towards the front to move the holographic display in front of him. "Maybe, Admiral Durnham would need a demotion and a transfer to some remote 'ship breaking' facility and some RNR at Elysium-3..." Hubert smirked as he looked towards a file named NHS SKYRIDER - PRAETORIAN PROGRAM

Doug then looked towards the file, "I thought Aldini was going to be the one taking the Skyrider..."

Hubert then replied, "He still is, but he needed a tactical adviser. From how Durnham conducted himself, the man seems to have a talent of knowing when and when not to do things. Sure the tribunal was a pain, but for him it was logical. Tim knew he had power over Durnham, but Durnham knew that he could flip it all around in a Court Martial. Looking over the evidence, the man even had back ups of his conversation with Tim. This course of action presented the highest chance of retaining his rank."

"Buuut he won't though."

"Yeah, but compared to what Tim could've done, this is still a cake walk. Not to mention, it will not count towards his military record. Aldini and him will do well, I just know it." Hubert started writing up the orders and his course of action to the board of directors.

Doug rested his head on Hubert's lap, "Oh by the way! The Khan has a message for you too! Something about an alliance of sorts?"

"Oh that? SUN? MOON? What is it now? Just send Dick to do it, he knows what to do..."

Doug stood up and booped his nose on a holographic button labeled simply as: 'Call Dick'

Dick was once again going to be woken up rudely that day.
I'll move this forward if no one else will post. Give me two days.
Well the real call of duty is upon me now. I am deploying first wave for disaster relief in my home province. Will try to keep in touch but I'll be in the mountains so service will be patchy.


Damn, good luck and stay safe. Do some good out there!
Hiya, is this still open? I'm very interested.


Yup still open.

Also as a general announcement, don't worry about not being able to post. Just relax and post at your own pace. I'm not gonna write another update for a while.

NEW HOLLYWOOD GATE
HIGH ORBIT
NHS TORCHBEARER



A single unarmed ship as large as one of New Haven’s carriers emerged from the gate. On board there were trained medical staff, medical supplies, medical androids, food, water, and more. The fighting in New Hollywood has been all over New Haven net for days. New Haven, as a sign of good faith, sent NHS Torchbearer.

The Torchbearer was a stripped down defense carrier made to carry out a neutral medical aid mission. New Haven did not want to pick sides at this time. They were still new to the situation and rather than be swayed by either side, they chose to render aid to both through their medical expertise. Doctor Logan was in charge of turning this carrier into a hospital ship. There were already different sections for different people for different countries of origin.

“Are the medical transports ready?” He asked while his foot kept tapping on the floor. It was an unconscious thing but Logan was already nervous about all of this.

“Relax, the Medical Director and the Lead Director were very explicit in their instructions. While we ourselves may be an unarmed carrier, our staff are completely competent. We have security bots, scanners, and veteran defense personnel on this ship. You needn’t worry about a thing.”

Captain Marcelli Aldini was quite confident in the ship’s security. It was doubtful that any old craft would attack a neutral vessel. Not only that, it was communicated beforehand that the Directorate would send such a ship to alleviate some of the suffering. They were already making preparations to lock into geosynchronous orbit to begin operations airlifting injured soldiers and civilians to be treated for their wounds. In a way, this was preferable to capture.

There were several procedures, but during transit from surface to orbit, there’d be several rules that’d be stated. It essentially means that any unforeseen incidents regarding weapons discharge and fighting onboard the Torchbearer are strictly prohibited and the Directorate is willing to intervene with lethal force if this begins to endanger New Havenist staff. If this is acknowledged then the parties involved, not including New Havenists themselves, are solely responsible for any consequences this may incur upon the Gateway community as a whole.

The helmsman then reported the situation of the vessel, “Sir, locking into Geosynchronous orbit. We are ready to commence operations!”

Then communications, “Sir, open broadcast is ready for you.”

Aldini then took center stage on the bridge and stated, “To any and all stations that can hear this transmission, this is the NHS Torchbearer. We are here on a Neutral Aid Mission. All ships coming from this ship towards the surface will be carrying non-combatant personnel. They are here to help evacuate civilians and aid in evacuating soldiers that are in critical condition. This will of course include the White Flowers…”

Aldini paused for a moment to let this statement kick in. “... We will be providing a frequency for all who require aid. To mark your location for immediate medical support, either use a laser light and wave it around so that our I.R. sensors can pick it up, or pop a green smoke. I repeat, green smoke from this point onwards will be regarded as a medical mission. Any attempt to shoot down medical aid will escalate New Havenist military involvement in order to protect these craft...”

Aldini shifted the tone of his voice, “... Okay, now that the official message is done, here’s the dumb-dumb translation. I’ll be straight with y’all, y’all already have enough people shooting at you. Don’t make us have to add to that problem. Because here’s what’ll happen if any of these craft get shot down. Military ships will flood into this system. Military transports will start setting up safe-zones, which I’ll be honest, aren’t very safe and will have people ready to shoot at literally anything that has a gun. It don’t matter whether you’re injured or not, they’ll shoot you. You’ll have New Haven orbital fire missions that’ll cause more damage than there already is. Don’t be dumb-dumb, hell we even gave y’all the IFF signal for our ships on open broadcast, so if y’all shoot down enough of ‘em you’ll be missing the point of this all together you damned idiots. Captain Aldini out!”

The crew looked at Aldini, and so did doctor Logan. “Was that speech at the end necessary?”

“As someone who deals with idiot, fresh-from-boot, marines? Yes, it was very fucken’ necessary doctor. Get your people ready to commence operations.”

Soon, a the first few medical transports would leave the NHS Torchbearer, how many return would be up to the people around them and the people on the ground.

ELYSIUM SYSTEM
NEW HAVEN
CAPITAL CITY ATHENIA



Nano constructors and satellite launches marked the first week of new contact. It's said that construction ships were off to make an embassy at SOL. However, it was busy here too, nano construction vehicles or NCV's have been setting up in locations to create new infrastructure for the Trans-gate communication network. It's said to be able to receive and retranslate different types of broadcasts to fit New Haven equipment. New towers were being set up, network stations being manned, and signals from the gate being streamed to millions of homes across New Haven from New Athenia to New Roma.

One of them was a regular man named James, who's now appraising the situation in the ECU in New London and New Beijing. There were a number of civilians and tourists alike stuck in the warzone, caught in between. There was news of clashes with several intervening countries. One video came with commentary.

The man was filming from a balcony he was filming the street with the noise of war surrounding him. "I- I think there's a firefight down the street, I thought I saw some Columbians earlier."

At that moment White Flower freedom fighters pass by on the street bellow him. "White Flower, what're they-"

Suddenly a wave of bullets come down the street, the Freedom Fighters of course return fire. The camera shakes as a rocket is fired at the revolutionists and an explosion rocks the brave guerrilla journalist's building. "FUCK!"

We come back to James, he clicks his tongue, other transmissions are from more official sources from other nations, but they aren't able to penetrate too deep into the situation. All of it seems so chaotic. There was even some video of the Khanate's ape men conducting operations in the cities.

"Didn't think that our new neighbors would be riddled with war like this." James took a sip of his coffee, unbeknownst to him, he would be joined by hundreds of thousands of people making their opinions on the White Flower situation. Many hoping that such a thing would never happen to New Haven. The Robotics Proxy War was quite enough.

As if that wasn't enough, mainstream directorate news brought up some unrest in the Sol System. The Xandalians and the Columbians are already on the move. Political director Dick Wazzinski made a statement that ECU to provide aid to all involved as a neutral party and that delegates at the meeting place were already putting the gears into motion to move this plan along. He then went on to explain the situation of Sol in detail.

"... At the moment, the Xandalian Republic and the United Republic of Columbia have already sent their fleets to intercept. There are talks amongst the other nations to get involved. The Matuvistans and Zetans seem to already be making preparations to join the others. Lead Director Hubert himself stated that we are to help our fellow nations in a non-combat capacity to defend our ancestral home. We of course will send our own ships for a defensive formation around the Meeting Place and our Nano Construction Vehicle that will be set up nearby to prepare to supply the interested parties. There are no further news at this time."

James sat down slumping onto his seat, it seems there were a lot more things happening. It had only been a few weeks but there was already a lot of drama happening. James took a sip of his coffee before looking out towards the New Athenian skyline and thinking about how wonderful it was that it was still fresh and pristine.


NEW ATHENIA
DIRECTORS OFFICE
TIMOTHY CANDY'S OFFICE



Another person was watching these things unfold. He was given an assignment to make sure that these new deployments of the defense fleet went off without incident. For once, Timothy was happy about this move, a chance to show the New Haven Directorate's potential - a show of force. What didn't sit right with Timothy was that the fleets were not to operate in a more active combat capacity.

"BALDERDASH!" Two carriers, four cruisers, a battleship, three destroyers, an NCV, and a medical ship. That was all they were sending to these two places. They didn't have a lot of ships to begin with. Out of fifty ships only this many were going to Sol.

This wouldn't have been the case if he was in charge. These people also show that they are capable of running the Directorate over if they so wanted to. The Directorate would be a footnote to these so called 'friendly neighbors'. The news streaming from the Earth Cultural Union has already displayed that these nations were not adverse to war either. Hubert was going to drive them into oblivion.

He would not let these nations screw over the directorate. He would have the Directorate display its strength. He walked over to his table and made several inputs on the touch display.

"Military Science Director Candy, your call is going through to the NHS Resilience."

The holographic display of admiral Durnham answered in full white dress. He was an older, more competent looking man.

"Sir." The admiral rendered a crisp salute to Timothy.

"Admiral, I'm assigning you a mission. With your ships, I order you to intervene when possible to display the strength of the New Haven Directorate. Show our new neighbors we are not to be trifled with. You have full authority to fire upon sighting the enemy! That is a top secret directive. Need to know only. Am I understood?"

Durnham was taken aback, but he dared not question his orders, "Yes sir. I will execute these orders to the best of my abilities."

"I knew I could count in you Durnham. May fortune favor you admiral!"

Little did he know what this little stunt would lead to.

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