Above wonder world, above that place where one shall not name above where it all came, there is a place. Known as Zeros resting place. Non-centuries ago, one of Zeros 6 leaders that were thier own realm entirely for each of the 6 realms: Unimaginable, Logic, Concept, Reality, and Paradox, broke away. Until one day one decided to break away in grandiosity. This was Adam Leader of Reality. Naturally, the war Adam waged against Zero and the other leaders, his paradise didn’t stand a chance. Only a few surviving “Angels” got to recall his momentous failure. Currently, only two work in our department.
“Owe my head… wait… this isn’t the alleyway…”
The second Angel greets those who have fallen away from their narrative with the intention to train and condition then as protectors of fiction, known as Initiators
“Hello, Samariah!”
“Who the— How do you know my real name!!? I didn’t even write it down on my government documents!”
And introduces himself,” My name is Raziel. Clearly you think you are the smartest there’s ever been.”
She may never admit it herself, but this is Samariah Ayin Elesem. In a dishonorable fashion, her grandfather is Adam and she herself the unwritten daughter of the bibles Abel. No one knows who she is. That may have done her a great service in her waking life, as an assassin, a wolf in sheep’s clothing who none suspects. An innocent middle school girl doing the wrong of premeditative murder? It may have evolved from the fact that her father was a brainwashed drone of the scarlet king who left her abandoned for her own well being. Or her secondary paternal guardian, a guilt-stricken half man half automaton who knows well what he’d done wasn’t his fault.
In short, her life was a mess, it was no wonder that after a hundred years she’d turn out like this. Dead.
“Are you mocking me!?”
“Am I, now let’s get down to business! You are here because you have died. Your story has ended. Or has it, here in Etcetera new stories begin! We have something special put in place for you—” like red tape, Raziel was cut off.
“Nope,” Sam brought herself to the nearest edge of the island they were on she could find. Jumping on her mind.”I’m out.”
“You can’t just make suicidal gestures.” his or her fingers snapped and they were in a purple-clad office. Chairs looked victorian cozy and the desk was laminated mahogany. Raziel closed the cascading drapes and took a seat.
“Where the hell is this?”
“My office.”
“Looks like an episode of the Addams family.”
“Get bent you little twat. Now, back to the task at hand, you qualified for one of our most prestigious programs!”He announced with energized wit.
“No thank you, I wanna die.”
“To bad! Here is your flier. A guide will come to your room shortly to give you your tour.”
“Guide what guide!?”
The world around Sam spun from where she stood and she was somewhere else. A bed to the left and a desk to it’s right, she looked up to the skylight. It was apparent her room was just a box out of many more cubes on the castle side. She climbed on her bed and looked out that window, she could see the clouds and many more below. Lullaby could be heard in the breeze and the music notes plainly seen. One note hit a bear-man, who shut his eyes, Sam hit them away, swinging with a tray knife cutting a c minor into a c flat.”Getaway! Shoo!” There was a knock on the door and she ran to it.
“Samariah Ayin Elesm?”
“WHAT!?”
“I am Tarif, your guide.”The pixie opened her wings and flew her way inside,” Your windows, I would keep those closed.”
“You think I won’t be able to breathe up here? How many men do you think I’ve killed?”
“I’ve gotten that one 236 times today,” she left a trail of sparkles in the air on her way out and down a hall, where moss touched the corners.”Let’s go.”
”Any more steps?”Sam panted, it would greatly inconvenience her if the answer was—
“Yes—”
“God kill me—!!”
A few more flights of stairs later and the testament that Samariah ayin Elesem was not in as good a shape as she believed herself to be was set in stone and wishing she had a dainty pixies wings…
“Made it!”
“Welcome to Etcetera!”
A promenade of diamond trees whistles. Hot holes in some diamond spots heal up. Little elephant birds with two nose trunks of feet stride on by. The sky is a puddle of colorful swirls disturbed by pods returning from unknowns. Sam makes it by them, a group of—
“Initiators—” Tarif answered her thoughts.”Like you will soon be, once we sign you up, that is.
“What the hell… wait where!?”A giant dome paneled by the light its self answers her question. It was up close without her notice, but up to her response.”Here?”
“Yes. Let us head inside.”
Following the pixie, she scanned the many different beings in her way to a desk: A ball of stars. A chair just turned into some guys umbrella. The glass floor was dived inside, not long after her senses were overtaken by a plethora of undecayed smells and pleasant aromas.
"Pay attention!" said Tarif firmly. Sam looked out around the center a giant airship overshadowing them would make it impossible. The jets of geysers pushed it forward like pulsion on whichever side of the bubble of the ship; The plasma inside of which has popped like a bubble, it captured like a butterfly.
Left looking at it, Sam entered below to some kind of center, where there sat a transparent man. He was a ghost who wore clothes — A cube would float with him as he went back into it and lead them both to a platform. A girl was next in line, silver-white hair and blue eyes matched perfectly together. Servants around them carried a box of metal cubes.
“Step on to the platform for it to give you an accurate reading,” said Tarif.
“Okay!”A Lazar zapped her hand with 7356,” Owe! What the fuck is this!!?”
“Your class digits.”
“My class what!?”
“You have Determined elements that are neither random nor chosen, it's the immeasurable unbound internal power with transcending capacity to do anything. That is the measure. It is printed in red, I see. A good sign.”
Sam blinked. “What difference does that make? It hurt like shit!”She watched just as she said that the girl with the metal boxes and blue eyes receive a mark without so much as a wince. It made her feel like a little bitch.”Never mind, let’s move on!”
“If you say so. As for the difference, it would behoove you to know that How Quality documenting works… It's not quite as simple as one may think. As you know a Canon/Verses Qualities change with time. Bayonetta, for example, with every new release there is a new Timeline of inner events of verse/storyPlotline and Timeline of events of verse and story that are cause by outersources/intherealworld.Timeline Qualities differentiate. To completely document and retrieve it's Quality you must enter individually
Plotline: 1401-1425
Timeline: 2014
Timeline: 2018
While not coming into contact with their Anchor, a violation, to Litigation code 8.9G. Which maintains that out of canon properties are not to engage with the main canon participants. Unless justified by pervaisive action of preventing a violation in action. In which a Initiator gains the right to Desolate a View-point and plot identity of a certain plotline.
“Okay, that’s good but I don’t know what a plotline or a quality is…” the blue-eyed woman intervened. This girl… could she be…”The piece in which you stand now is currently a plotline, every new beginning of a story is the start of a new narrative. As for qualities—”
Now Sam felt ignorant.“I don’t care! I wanna stay ignorant! No one asked for your help! Know it all!” she barged off,” Make me an Initiator! I don’t need training! I’m the best ever!”
“I doubt that…” said the white-haired woman.”Boastfulness is often a sign of insecurity…”
“No, it’s not!!”
“She can’t become an Initiator right off the bat, she needs to go through the Honor Course program.” said Tarif, who looked at her tiny watch,” Look at that now, I get off, tours over, another high ranker will come and continue it.”
“I don’t wanna wait that long!”Sam yelled.
“Allow me to.” said the woman with white hair,” This is my 2nd time going through the enrollment process.”
“If you say so,” said Tarif.”Make sure she understands clearly. Good luck.”
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They walked back to Sam’s room it was a small space
“You shouldn’t do this.”
“I know that you are troubled, but this path… there has to be another way.”
Sam clenched her fist.“What!? ‘You think I can’t do this too!? I don’t even know who you are!”
“But I know who you are,” The woman explained,” And this isn’t the way to make it out alive here.”
“Shut up! I’ve lasted 250 years on my own!”
“Then how did you die? End up in this place?”
“I… shut the fuck up!” they made it to her room,” You didn’t know them. I’m gonna make it through this. And get back. Fuck your weird rules!”The door slammed shut in the woman’s face. Sam walked to her bed and sat down in a red flash a gun spun into her personal space.”I won’t give up on you guys, I’ll find you anywhere.”
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Her misty bathroom opened up. Toothbrush in her mouth she looked left just in time for her entrance to open. Quickly she sped to close it with a soaring kick,”Ever heard of privacy!?”
The towel dropped to her feet and a tank top fit over her impressive assets,”Fricken pervert!” at least what she considered for her age. Being 5,780, was a very hard tribulation, especially the puberty. She didn’t have her father to tell her why she was different from humans. Any advice would come in handy in such a confusing time.
“I apologize, it’s me again from yesterday…”said the blue eyes girl.
“You?”Sam said pulling her shorts up high,”again? Don’t waste my time! I have a system to beat!”
“Why are you so overconfident!? We aren’t on earth!”
“So? Why are you so determined to help me? If you don’t believe in me, let me fail.”
“Because I,”The woman paused as if the real truth would upset some facade, she reiterated a question, taking one step closer to the human girl,”are you sure you want to hear me?”
“Hear you? You're finally gonna speak up? You're so damn quiet!”
“No. What I have to say.”
Sam sat on her bed and folded her arms.”I hardly doubt whatever you have to say can phase me!”
“I’m your older sister.”
”Wait… what…?”
“I’m your older sister.”
“I heard you the first time!!”
“I thought you said that nothing I said couldn’t phase you.”
“I’m not phased! I’m… I’m… shook.”
“What does ‘shook’ mean? Is that more of your slang?”
“Yes. It means I’m phased.”Sam hopped off her bed and paced to and fro, gathering what she could of the situation,”Your my sister? How can that be possible?”
“Because you are the cursed one. The one who should not exist.”
Sam called her out.“Excuse me!? I’m not going to be dissed by a relative that I just met!”
“No. I mean you were born after I survived. You should not exist but we made it happen.”
“Okay, that’s it, Who are you!? Nothing your saying is making any sense.”
“My name is Falarith Dela Rdugona, however my Initiator Alias is Lauaa Sorsctha. I am the ambassador and leader of the Daevite and Mekanite Union Forces.”
“Union? Daevites and Mekanites are enemies. They can’t be together.”
“You lack the context. There are Daevites and Mekhanites who exist outside your primitive source of tales. They have since evolved to overcome their differences. I, with my status of ambasador, withhold the eras of arduous cooperation that made that union what it is today.” Falarith said.
“You said you have a different name? How?”
“For confidentiality, you changed your name on your government records for privacy, didn’t you? There are certain members who join in order to erase their previous background.”Falarith said handing over a card, Sam took it with slight apprehension.” So in hindsight, this is a fresh start.”
“Fresh start from what?”Sam took the card, it had her face on it, clearly she was in disappointment with a face that said don’t come near me,”Where did you get this!?”
“You left it behind, they hand them out after your mark but you sped off without receiving it.”
“Wow, thanks.”Sam placed the card in the pocket of the jacket tied around her waist.
“And people here come from all kinds of canons, some not even connected to your own. A character never truly dies; they go on to the next narrative. Unless you're an Initiator, then you make sure they do.”
“What do you mean by “make sure they do”?”
“Not everyone approves of their next stop."The main reason she was created, should she feel in debt, to him? The one who made her. But that will that was given, wasn't done in her own respect. These feelings were unintentional. This result of thievery, random cruelty, was not worth the revision of its empathy, overall flawed by self-perception.
Only loneliness she knew very well as being one of her own. Her fingers came away with blood. Blood of her fathers. A little girl with black hair looked back at him. And in the sea of the dead, she stood. To her dismay, the traitor's name came out a half sob. Its call was Infinite Sacrifice. It was a desolate spot one only she could inhabit for eternity. She'd sacrifice herself to the balance of good and evil by taking on the enforcer role Adam, her grandfathers' vacancy had left open.
Now that this person was gone she could find no purpose in no one. So much weight on one's shoulders." Some aren’t happy in general. Like our late grandfather.”
"Who is that."
"Good question… guess I haven't thought about that…"
"I think you should."
Suprise overcame the previous blank expression of the pale woman in front of Sam, then a small smile.
"Let's talk again tomorrow. It was good to get to know you, Samariah Ayin Elesem."
Sam gave a cheerful salute, "You too! Big sis! Or little sis. Um…"
Falarith smiled simply."I believe that I am older."
"Big sis!"
The door shut on Falariths way out. Sam was frozen in her stance trying to figure out what to do next.
“You disobeyed orders.”A white braid fell over his shoulder, the rest of him was tan.
“She was being non-compliant. What more did you want me to do?”
“Dispensing the origin of Adam?”He was a tall ten feet man that had removed his hands from behind his back to pound them on his desk.”I want not a single mention of the Fall to meet her ears.”
“She is aimless in general,” Falarith points out, "Without guidance, she’d never know how to progress.”
“Fine. Tell me what’s wrong and I’ll fix this.”
“And that, Metatron, is why you are a carbon copy of Adam!”
Metatron scowled.“Raziel!? What hole did you crawl out of!?”
“My burrow is being renovated! I’m staying price free in my new one. Thank you very much. Hmph. How rude.”
“Is that the case. What rancid concoction did you spill this time?”Metatron asked, taking a calm lean back.
“My perfume is of high quality! Not to brag, but I’m a billionaire.”Raziel bragged out loud.
“We all doubt that.”
“On the topic of doubt.”Raziel skipped ahead, wanting the conversation to move ahead,” That little cherry you picked, a little early, wasn’t it?”
“No. She was ready. IS ready.
It’s all a matter of cultivating her talent.”Metatron said.”As it is with every individual who seeks the role.”
“You genius… in order to build further interest… — how did you know I would—” Falarith cut herself off, the answer was soon to come after.
“You always were one to overextend themselves to another,” said Metatron."It was a matter of predicting how you would behave to the nonsensicalness of her."
“Devious,” said Raziel,” Just the way I taught him.”
"Silence Raziel. "Metatron said, "You can't take credit for nothing you've done."
"Not credit, more or less like pride."Raziel turned to Falarith, who had a faint"How do you expect to resolve this?"
"I will go along with her and see that her trials go without error."
"What a good older sister."Raziel waved on his way out the door, "I look forward to seeing your attempts!"
It felt like morning, but she had been shut in for days now. The only way Sam knew was the calendar that marked its self and the illusion of warm sunlight that flashed in every 'morning' on her face."Fuck it." she ran to the door and counted to 10. Today was the day she'd run out and explore some more. She was surprised by who she opened the door and saw standing there.
"Big sis!"
"Hello. You've been incarcerated within your cell. May I asked why?"
"This place is a freakshow."
"Duly noted."
"How can you stand it."
Falarith thought for a while and after that came up with a solid answer.
"I suppose I've grown used to it."
"Well, I've not grown used to it, so what the hell."
"Let's head over to the cafeteria."
Sam nodded and stepped two-steps past her."Alright, let's go, I'm hungry. I've been catching fruit that's been flying in through my window."
"That is, ill-advised."
"Hey, girls gotta do what a girls gotta do to survive."
There on the far right of herself, Falarith saw a makeshift shank made from a broken mirror.
She picked it up."Why this?"
"This place may be weird, But don't expect me to just stay down, because that's not happening."
"Where have you been defecating?"
Sam was silent all for an eerie stench that turned both there heads to a plant to the corner of the room.
"Let's just leave…"
_
A four-level stage sat the cafeteria delicacies tailored for each of the monstrosities that passed them by. Everything displayed was put back instantly, Sam noticed as if by magic, the moment it was taken from place. Beakers of fluid refilled from zero refreshments, revolving Merri go-rounds of muck were replaced one plate at a time. No ceiling was too high or floor to low, as it moved around living mountains of fur and jiggly slimes.
"What the fuck is this place?"
"I take it this wasn’t what you were expecting, "Falarith warned.
"There's so much stuff here I don't know what's going on,'' With energized curiosity she points to a doodad," what the FUCK is that!?"
"Calm yourself."
Sam did just that running up to the display counter it was as if her needs where instant; she perceived her desired foods stuff. The aroma of the burger was intoxicatingly mouth-watering. With a wipe of the drool from her chin — she was pulled back.
" Settle down! Things that could nourish one of these monsters, can injure you."
"I don't know what it is about them — they just look really cool."
"I acknowledge your curiosity, just don't let it get the best of your senses."Falarith said,"Now let's order
Max capacity of the room was in only the single digits on a sign by the window.“Hello everybody, if you made it here alive that means that the NRA wasn’t about to break the Geneva convention.”This woman is Dr. Samantha Rose, no one knows who this loser is. She lined the men up, there were four rows of seats, most weren’t filled. “Will all of you who signed liability waivers at the door — yes, that’s what those were — come line up and take seats in this row in front of me, please.”
“Why are you dressed like that-” Dr. Rose put a finger on top of his lips, indeed her apparel did strike a question. Why did she have golden goggles with rose-tinted lenses? Why were her lab coat and skirt pink and green with red and black stockings? What kind of fashion disaster was this? “Hushshshsh. My pet, and shut the fuck up. I dress as a statement to the world. That it doesn’t mean shit what you look like. Anyone can make it, and by making it, I mean these little buggers." When she got out her egglike drones. no one really understood or cared.
“No! No! No! Don’t worry! When I learned that I only had this break room for 45 minutes, I picked out ever subject to talk about perfectly. So have any of you watched brother bear?”
And like that, her 45 minutes were done and the red beep let everyone know it was time to leave. It was easy to get them in, but hard to get them to stay. They were almost gone in less than that time.
“Wait! Wait! Everyone come back!”
“What a waste of my life…” one said, then they were all gone, never to be seen again.
Dr. Rose threw her hanker chief down.“Then why’d you show up!” but it was too late they were all gone no one left to hear her. Before her loneliness could sink in, “Fine, I don’t need others anyways.”
It was several long days in her lab, as usual, she forgot her basic human needs.”I have to work harder! To be the best… takes sacrifice!”
A woman opened the door just a crack,” Samari, you haven’t eaten or slept, you’ll kill your self with the exhaustion.”
“Yeah? So what. I can handle death, I don’t go down easy. You know that big sis. Besides, I don’t need that much nourishment.”
The soft-spoken young woman let herself into a mess, nuts, and bolts, as well as the scent of various motor oils and antifreeze, filled the air. Clicks and clanks front the extra machinery on the walls wasn't deafening. It wasn’t intolerable, only saddening that her sister put her self through so much tribulation for every project, only for little notice and recognition. But luck would not have her side. Never did she, her younger sister, get a chance. She was no Dr. Bright or Dr. Crow, but she wanted to stand on her own two feet against the monsters, especially their father. It was a dream, but she denied whatever wasn’t real, so more like a goal.
She never needed recognition in the first place.
“Well it has been three days, please won’t you come and eat?”
Dr. Rose sighed, her shoulders relaxed, she stood up from being hunched over a desk, ” I think I’ll eat in my lab again.”
So her sister Falarith Delrunga, or Dr. Amelia Thorne, sighed back," I’ll bring your plate.” The door opened ajar finally shut. It was the whole point of her efforts so that no one must suffer like her sister or anyone ordinary again.
She needed to clear her mind after so much work… a ride on her Star Hopper would do the trick. Once an ordinary 2019 honda Goldwing Tour Automatic DCT, the Star Hopper uses anti-gravity propulsion to get over the largest cracks, like the grand canyon. With a selective memetic presence system — A system that detects and regulates High Cognito hazardous and memetic influences — if installed into the environment, the setting can be in the presence of the public eye without recognition. If inputted with relay, It is capable of highjacking infrastructure by adversarial input via world views.
To clear her mind, she would look over to the other side then to the cloudy stars and let her legs dangle down. It was such a long fall, a dark thought crossed her mind, what if she jumped in? Dr. Rose would be dead, but Samariah Ayin Elesem, who could no longer use her real name, the one hired by the 05, would still be alive. It was so dark… what if that acted as a power source. After all what was the dark without a little light? No, the dark was a part of reality. But what was reality made out of?
Could you harvest it?
She scoots back up to her feet, this could be it, the magnum opus. In excitement, she rode back to Site-19.
"Big Sis!"
“What, did you catch a cold out there?” said her cousin Enoch. The attorney was reading a paper in thier A-Class suite.
“Haha real funny — No I got another Idea.”
“Another?”
“I’m gonna discover reality!”
“Everything is bLUE DABA DEE DABA DAEE DABA DEE DABA DAEEE.”Enoch hummed,” Are you high by any chance?”
“No! I’m serious! I’m gonna break into reality and figure out what it’s made of.”
“No! I’m not! Look,” the paper she held up, said volunteer form for task force intervention.” I’ve sent in a request.”
On closer observation, taking it from her hand, Falarith, or Dr. Thorne, read the finer details, “The Mole Rats — Mobile Task Force Zeta-9, what did you request from them?”
“I will be joining them! Temporarily, I will be investigating the unstable time-space rifts, to find the source of the component reaction!”
“What do you hope to find and how will you accomplish that?”Enoch says to her from over his coffee mug, ”You thinking about using your anchoring?”
“Yes! For once it will come to my advantage! I’ll make papa Seth proud! And with the weight of the discovery — I'm clearly not seen as a big part of things here and hopefully, I can prove my worth because it is an important year for me,”
“Will you really stick to those old traditions? You already have proven your worth, to us. Do not feel the need to do such things.”Dr. Thorne uttered with utmost concern.
“I wanna get us a better residential suite. There may be no place for out there for us, and this may be no garden of Eden, but I can make a difference. Yeah, I'm just as important as anybody in here, you’ve helped me realize that, however, I want to move on from that.”
“If you are serious about doing this, allow me to come with you,” said Dr. Thorne, her sister, and best friend.
“Not yet, I still need to write a letter explaining my reasoning, after you can.”
Using an ancient weapon for war is — within reason — not within reason. As a result, I've spent a lot of time thinking about how we can change our world to one with more humanity, kindness, and peace. There's is good inside everyone but they must find it. You can change the life of another for the better. You can probably think of many more. Many of the people you encounter can change your life. They have helped change the moral of this story, making it a parable about hope for humanity – and about how crowds can play a role for good.
I joined for that purpose, I'm even willing to take the fall if this all goes to hell. Allow me to join you, please?
Yours truly, S. Researcher Samantha Rose🌮
Dear researcher S. Researcher Samantha Rose, There may be a place for the "last honest man on earth" to call out the injustices, but that job is "not incredibly profitable". There is no place for compassion here. There is no place for no humor. I believe you may be in the wrong profession. Good people, if your aim is true, as they say, there may be a place for everyone to co-exists. But not here.
I’m sorry but I may need to reject your proposal for joined combat.
Best regards, Captain Richard Knowles, Mobile Task Force Zeta-9
Mobile Task Force Zeta-9, I learned my ways from my mother and fathers, If they can get people to care deeply about things as they do, if they can make a difference, I can too. I'll leave the judgments of my effectiveness to others. I'm just as susceptible as anybody to the things that pull and tempt you so I'll leave without any regret, any envy and without any desire to remain in power. All I want is to make a change. So you do not want to live in fear and have to whisper.
Sincerely yours, S. Researcher Samantha Rose🌮
Your ambition is too naive. But… the naive answer may not be so naive after all. If you truly care, we’ll let you in. Just be ready to sign a liability waiver. Dragging around an inexperienced recruit, I can see the casualty already. Be here at Site-47 at 7:00 pm, sharp.
Best regards, Captain Richard Knowles, Mobile Task Force Zeta-9
Thank you! I promise I won’t die! I promise!
See you soon!
"Huh, that one didn't have a signature."Captain Richard Knowles, places the letter in a drawer, gets up, and heads to combat practice. It would be 4 years since his promotion to high commander, and as an Army special forces, he's trained in direct combat actions, and specialize in intelligence gathering, communications, engineering, and designating targets. And since then he'd done his best to mold his crew into the meanest sons of bitches. However new she maybe, this new one will receive the same instructions. His alarm clock buzzed 4:00 am, snowing again today, their recent deployment will have them in the middle of the heat. It was always up to him to make sure they were prepared for the dangers that lie ahead. And that's how this will be, the usual business. Combat practice again.
"Hey, wheres the new chick?" said lieutenant Gabriela, "Heard she came from the white coats."
" Oh, boy, is Lucas gonna have a field day." Said agent Marshal," Make sure that womanizer doesn't do anything to ruin it."
"Don't worry, I'll make sure the idiot learns about the downside of romantic workplace relationships. Again."
"Troops," Richard entered, "Assemble, we're doing a phase one scenario for the newbie."
"Aww," Gabriela then points out, at the annoyance of her commander," You're so considerate!"
"Just this once, I have a body bag already planned for our dispatch." he told her, coldly, then with a quick look around, Marshal mentioned the absence, "Where is our greenhorn?"
Unnoteful at first sight, all eyes were on her, she looked up to notice them and wiped away what was left of her tears. Rubbing away her puffy eyes she told herself, ”I can do this!”
“Oh no,’Richard thought,” The exercise hasn’t even started and she’s already breaking down.”Hoping she would be more than dead weight, he made his approach.
“Excuse me… are you Dr. Rose?”
Almost as if on cue, she perked with drive and determination and met his commanding stare with pure inner fire. A facade Richards could clearly see past.“That I am! Reporting for duty, sir!”
A straight answer surprising for this occasion in her muffled psychological state. “Get in line. You’ll be going through the basics today.”
“I already know enough,” she choked out the rest, “Sir! I won't be unnoteful!”
“Yeah right, we leave you out there as you are and you’ll be warped into shit! Get in line, I said!”
Sam did so, and covered chuckles came from all around. “Better luck next time, toots.”
“Um, please, don’t call me that, um please?”
Richard called out, “Lucas! Center circle!”
Dr. Rose watched the man who had made the comment reach the center, then Richard raised his fists. Lucas with a condescending smirk back at her said right before the demonstration,” Watch and see how it is done…” Dr. Rose could only cross her arms, pout, and boil her temper. She already knew how to fight, so as she thought this Richard spoke up. "… At the beginning of MTF, all conscripts perform the basic training of 8 weeks of varying physical activities including marching, cycling, skiing, orienteering, swimming, drill training, and combat training in combat gear." she could even identify which stance he had, it was obvious by the footwork and stance, Mui Thai and Boxing. Guess Richard was a mixed martial artist. What was she thinking? He’s the captain of the squadron, of course he had extensive expertise.
“Pay attention newbie! No wandering off in thought!”
"I'm ready," said Lucas with a bounce in his step, "Let's get this over with. I wanna look good for the pretty girl."
Dr. Rose gagged, but her prayer to put him down was answered in an instant. With a swift sweep of his ankles, Lucas was down. Then again, and again the same way each time. In shattered pride, Lucas lifts himself back up, "Too rough."
"Better luck next time, Luke, "Gabriela says. She helped the blonde to his feet."C'mon, get up."
Lucas rubbed his injury."Q-Quiet you."
"My turn now, chief?" asks Agent Marshal."I think we should give—"
Tears fell to the ground, Sam watched the door to the arena, she wiped them away and looked ahead with an impression of extreme intelligence and extreme determination.
Richard shook his head, it was like watching a child waiting for his parent. Who happened to of gotten lost. A child wounded if he could recognize it. Still, he was in awe of her strength.
"What is wrong? You've been emotional this entire time."
"Nothing. Somebody else was going to join us. But now they can't."
"Who?"
"Nothing."Dr. Rose said," Whatever, I'm fine now. Let's fight."
"Why do you…"
She smiled back warmly."Because. Just because."
Richard looked as if he'd given up trying to get the truth out, "Get in the circle."
Dr. Rose moved into position, she asked, "What are the rules?"
MArshal looked on intrigued, wondering what plan The captain had for dealing with her."If you were listening instead of gazing off, you would have heard at the start. Listen, I'll explain again. If you're knocked down three times, you're out. If you are out of the circle at any time, you're out. Understood soldier?"
Dr. Rose nodded to Richard, "I get it." she was tossed a plastic training knife, she caught it after fumbling a bit and said after."A knife? Why?"
"Try and dodge me."
He came at her full sprint, suddenly hands are covered in blood, and the blades slipping from her grasp. She was shorter than the man, a little girl saw bodies in the places of the men she just saw living. With a shriek, she threw her self out of the way, huddles with her hand over her head, and the now-grown woman says, "I surrender! Make it stop!"
Richard looked down at her, She shivered, cold inside. She then tensed at the tingling massage traveling across her scalp and into her brain. She looked up back to her senses, "So… how was I?"
Richard stopped. She had ducked right before a swing. It was a quick and professional dodge."Cowardly, like a wounded fox."
She kicked the ground, having stood up, "Ah, man…"
"But fast. Have you done this before?"
"Uh, no."It took her mind back to childhood memories of barefoot strolls down dusty lanes. An existence all alone, 5,786 years ago."This brings back childhood memories. Sorry, I haven't sparred in quite a while."
"Childhood trauma, eh?
"Yes, but I can still fight!"
"Not happening. I take care of all my men. This is nothing counseling can't fix."
"What!? No, I—"
"Enough said. join us out in the field after three days. If you haven't gotten your stuff together by then, go home kid."
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“Good morning, Dr. Rose, or would you like me to call you Sam?”
“I am completely fine. I don’t need this. And sure, I don’t use my real name anyways…”
Dr. Glass spun a cautious look at her in his chair.”Your real name? Why don’t we talk about that?”
“Nah, it’s classified. Wouldn’t want you to get brain drained.”
“Looks like it irritates you, huh?”Sam looked back at him, he gave a look of sincere tender apology,”Not to be dismissive or coy, but it seems you have been keeping these feelings deep down inside, then you reach the boiling point, like a volcano.”
“Your right, It’s like, I keep them deep inside, and try not to show anyone. It often comes out in fear, or sometimes, I snap at someone for something that happened a long time ago.”Thinking about it… it only comes out when she hadn’t mentally prepared herself for battle. After all of her childhood injuries she'd healed, she couldn't fix her own heart. She needed something or someone to hold onto. So she’d chosen her sister and cousin. If it was her humanity at sake, she’d hold on for dear life.
“Alright, we’ll skip that subject. You look pale and sickly, when was the last time you received sleep?”
"3 days. I wasn't mentally prepared to go back into what had been hell for quite a long time, so on the buildup to that my health deteriorated. Not that I am less humane than others, but I did not perceive that my feelings were much affected.”
Dr. Glass blinked curiously.”You weren’t prepared? What do you mean by that?’’
“I'm not mentally prepared to put one more burden on myself," she said.”I joined a squad of MTF. By contrast, they frequently have the opportunity to kill many people.”
“Hmm, so you're afraid of taking a life.”
“No, I’m afraid I might die,” Dr. Rose stated,” What do I leave behind? Also… In a fight, emotions should never mix in with the objective, but I am… not suited for something like that… which is what I tell myself. It’s just… I want it to be over.”
“The session?”
Dr. Rose sighed,”No, no. This is fine. I want the fighting to stop. Move forward, not back. That sort of thing.”
“You sound like you have experience. Or am I wrong?”
Dr. Glass read her file. Dr. Mann really did his job. She's incredibly smart, trained in combat, and she's understandably overwhelmed by the challenges of being transported 11 centuries in time.”I have your file right here… it says you're 5,789 years old. How does someone like you end up at the foundation?”
“Holy crap you read that!? You weren’t supposed to know! And what do you mean "How does someone like me end up here, it's pretty standard. I joined with an engineering and physics doctorate.”
“Correct but I have a friend. All of your information is free to see.”
"Must be nice to have friends…"Dr. Rose crossed her arms and leg.”Think I should be a skip?”
“Well, it’s very not normal… by any means. What do you think?”
“I think I should be… one. I am Class-G, I came here seeking refuge, in return, I work for free. No payment, no nothing. “
“You don’t get paid?”
“Nope. We serve humanity, and I’ve tried to live a normal life, but it’s so…”
“So what?”
“Awkward. When you get to be my age nothing lights a fire in you anymore. Determination becomes motivation. Move forward, not back.” Dr. Glass hugs her and says." I think you need this." She responds quickly to the gentle pressure of affection, the pat of approval, the jerk of impatience, the firm motion of command, and to the many other variations of the almost infinite language of the feelings; and she has become so expert in interpreting this unconscious language of the emotions that she is often able to divine our their thoughts.”Thank you, I can tell your sincere.”
“Why not give me an example of these inventions? It must be saddening that you are not noticed."
Dr. Rose shook her head, "Not really, and if you insist, I brought my EyeBots."
"Eyebots?
"Yes!"Dr. Rose exclaimed," Drone-like, pandimensional hover surveillance bots."
"May I see one?"
She pulled a shiny hand-sized metal orb out from her pocket, and dropped it down."It stopped the decent, then after circled around with a free range of motion, and with a detailed scan of the man in front of her, it opened its Iris. It circled once more, hovering in place.
"W-What is that?"
"An EyeBot! Outfitted with Omni-processors and Mark-3 Alpha turrets that fire Omega Omnisphereic orbs that expel a high entropy rate. Protecting it from destructive residue that would otherwise decimate inaccessibility. They run on zero-point batteries."
"And what are these for? What did you make them out of?"
"Dimensional surveillance! And they're made out of? What exactly?"
"Imperium! It contains the essence of impossibilities and certainties. Perspective interlaces of abstraction harvested from 11th-dimensional matter. When mined(nigh impossible due to short lifespan)at -14567997659.00 and refined with any highly refinable and malleable material at 789792458 meters per second. Any weapon or material has the ability to replicate at an endless rate throughout countless universes and any dimensional threshold and nullify similar factors. I have a bunch of things made out of it!"
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