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Chapter 0: Prologue
Topic Started: 18th February 2011 - 07:13 PM (1,255 Views)
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The story so far...

Three years have passed since the Ishimura's 35th planet crack and the Red Marker, a desired artifact, had been brough on board. Earth Gov tried to cover up the necromorph infestation that occured afterwards, blaming it on terrorism. Most of the evidence had been destroyed, the only remaining memory, the ship itself docked in one of the sprawls bays. The only survivor of the incident, Isaac Clarke remains held within the psychiatric ward of The Sprawl's hospital.

The Sprawl (2511)

A political battle fairs between the church of Unitology and those on the side of the Earth Goverment. Each with their own views and desires for the Marker, a new Marker.

Outside the walls of each opposing side, life continues to unfold as it usually would. But no one can deny that things have been awfully different lately, a large number of reports of people claiming to have made contact with the deceased, a recent increase in deaths from suicide and homicide.

But life goes on. For now.
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Arthur slid his arms into the beige jacket as the assistant held it up to him, Who was looking him up and down in a judging manner, "There, now you'll look a bit more presentable, at least, whilst you're spreading our glorious message", The assistant then smiled at him with the fanatical smile that made Arthur's skin crawl.

To be honest with himself, Arthur had preferred his grubby look, at least they were his own clothes, But the recruitment center had decided to suit him up in some Unitologist clothes after a few months of Arthur working for them, perhaps people had begun to get disgusted by a man who wore the same clothes every day, trying to hand them flyers to join a 'pure' religion, It made about as much sense as a drug dealer telling people to stay clean.

Eyeing himself up in the mirror by the entrance desk, Arthur sighed as he thought to himself that he was starting to look like a believer already, but making the best of his displeasing look, at least these clothes didn't smell bad...and maybe he'd get paid more if he convinced more people to join up to this crazy nuthouse.

Giving his hair one last rub, Arthur stepped into the elevator, Leading to the main Concourse, Hoping to himself today wouldn't be as bad, Savouring the few seconds of elevator music which signalled the start of his working hours and the money he would recieve later, Stepping out the small box, He hefted up the large stack of flyers and began to walk around The Concourse like usual, handing out flyers to passing shoppers, telling them of the glorious religion, putting on a fake smile to tell them all about it.

Today was going to be a long day indeed.
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Alexis let out a large sigh, she had to admit it... the shop desk was definately far more comfy than the leather spiny chair she was paid to sit in. However she'd gladly exchange comfort for privacy, if it meant her boss would stop oggling at her bare legs. She did wonder if he did it out of genuine attraction or if it was just a ploy to get her to do her job properly. Either way her thoughts didn't differ. Pervert. The shop was fairly small for one of its purpose. Two large windows full of holographic advertising and a door made up the front view of the shop, while the remaining sides were decorated in high shelfs, stacked full of every sort of toy a parent wouldn't want their child playing with. Fiddly action figures, badly crafted models, you name it. Toy-Toy seemed to have it all. So it was no wonder her manager was the shifty sort.

"Is the tutu really necessary?" she groaned, pinching the hot pink ruffles between her fingers and fidgeting with the material. Since the day the female staff uniform had been put in place, Alexis had made it her mission to protest against it atleast once everyday. Had she not been the only female member of staff working in the store, she might not have minded, but it was painfully obvious that it was a personal attack! The skirt did however come with its own advantages, infact it was almost too perfect for her charm tactics. Getting at her bosses 'thought hub' was just a bonus.

He almost chocked on his words, trying to hide his obvious staring. "It's girly! The critics are saying that our shop caters too much towards the boys, by wearing a tutu you're... you're..." he seemed to lose track of what he was saying, for a moment she thought she saw drool pass his lip, but with a hard stare he finally continued "...You're showing all the little girls out there that Toy-Toy believes in equality, that we can cater to the female gender too!" It was as much as she could do not to pounce and strangle him on the spot, so she vented her frustration with a sarcastic clap. It wasn't the first time he'd span her an excuse and it wouldn't be the last. In the end, it was clear she'd never have a say on the uniform. "So, Lexi..."

"Alexis." She interupted somewhat automaticly.

"Right. Well... that new clogger movies out and I was wondering if you'd like to g-"

"Would you look at the time. Lunch break! See you later!" Or not. Please be the latter. And on that note, she made a mad dash for the door. Just like yesterday, and the day before, just like everyday in this job. Yay.
Edited by Shadow, 25th April 2011 - 11:52 AM.
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Atlas shuffled down the cool, shiny hall, hands in his pockets, head tilted downwards, conscious over-active. He saw the early birds of the Sprawl on their way to their jobs, while he himself was on his way to a job of sorts. More like volunteering, he convinced himself. He was on his way to help out his psychiatrist Leonora Billings, a person whom he could call his ‘best friend’ and someone he could always rely on. Atlas also acknowledged the affection he had for her, but he questioned it’s validity in relation to his being a patient of hers. He took his wallet out from his pocket and felt the loose shift of credits and a photograph inside.

“I really need a new one…” He sighed to himself. Shifting through, he was surprised to find a photo of Leonora inside. He took it out and took in the features: She wasn’t tall, but of average height, she had almost fiery red hair, and (to him) a complete figure. What wasn’t there to like?

Atlas hadn’t realized it, but whilst admiring the photograph, he had veered left and accidentally bumped into somebody. “Ow!” Was the only sound that bridged the gap between the hit and him falling over, scattering the contents of his wallet on the floor.

“Oh, man! I’m sorry!” Atlas heard the voice again. He shifted and saw a young looking man (about 18 or 19 to Atlas’ perception; still a kid) getting off the ground. Atlas felt the need to apologize, but his nerves began acting up.

“Oh…uh…no need really…uh…”

“Are you okay, man?” The kid asked, holding his hand out.

“Yeah…I’m…fine.” Atlas managed to say. He grasped his hand and felt a bit lightheaded as he pulled himself up.

“I probably should try to watch where I’m going…” The young man struggled to speak coherently.

“Oh, no! It’s fine. I’m the one who didn’t really watch where he was going.” Atlas saw visible discomfort in the kid’s eyes as well, which was in itself, oddly comforting to him. Someone else who didn’t take kindly to meeting strangers either.

“I...uh, I suppose I should introduce myself. My name’s Arthur.”

“I’m Atlas,” he spoke, “Uh…would you kindly...help me here? My wallet…” He pointed at the clutter of stuff on the floor.

“Oh! Yes, where are my manners…” Arthur said as they both went and picked up the mess. Atlas double checked his wallet to make sure nothing was missing.

“Thanks again…Arthur.” Atlas took time to readjust to calling someone other than Leonora by their name. He really wanted to leave.

“No problem. You uh…have a good one.” Arthur’s voice trailed off as he gave a slight nod and turned around and went about his way.

Atlas immediately turned around and did the same thing. This time he would watch where he was going, because meeting strangers was possibly the worst feeling in the world for him. As he traversed the luminescent walkways and exterior large open halls that gave a great view of the outside star-speckled void, Atlas begun to fear somehow the encounter with Arthur would lead him to more strangers.

Finally, he reached Titan Medical Center. A quick walk inside and a sharp turn away when the receptionist gave an odd smile at him led him to the cold, cramped elevators, where he took himself to the Consultant ward, where Leonora was situated. It was going to be nice actually being by someone he wasn’t nervous around, but he hoped he wouldn’t make a fool of himself in light of…odd feelings.


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Inzigo slid the Holopad out of his bag for a 4th time, making sure the shaky Tram heading from the Government sector to the Concourse didn't cause him to drop it, and quickly studied the case file over again, noticing he was almost at his destination.

It was an almost typical case for him, especially since he started working in that Lab; working for EarthGov again; Working under the slave-like watch of Hans Tiedemann. The case was not new, save for the new victim. All the gory details were too, repetitive: unprovoked suicide; possibly homicide, messy crime scene, but no dead body, and a slew of what were usually paranormal, unreal witness statements that subsequently were constructed of their variable alibis.
This stream of cases were beginning to bore Inzigo, but as an unofficially agnostic Unitologist, he was almost forced by his own conscience too feel as thought these deaths had something behind it, and he had to admit to himself, the closed cases that were under his wing had to have some sord of a connection, and it did: Unitology. But what else, besides the hallucinations and the religion did they have; what other major observation could serve as a vital organ in this case body? Thats what kept him on these cases, thats what he questioned so deeply.

the Tram's rumble came to a slow, rickety halt, and the door slid open, which prompted Inzigo to slide the holopad into his bag again, and check to make sure he didn't have anything from the Rock on him, besides the Drive. a swift look in the reflected glass shown him that he was clean. Inzigo swung his bag around his shoulder, and marched into the concourse, yawning. his eyes slyly shifted under his tired eyelids, and he searched the bustling mall for anyone Unitologist. his face curled up disgustingly as people passed him, ignorant of his existence. he cursed his mind as he searched among the patients for the right one to... drill into for evidence...

he cringed, and shook his head, and upon opening his eyes, he saw symbols dance around, people replaced with floating symbols, all except one, a man who looked about as bored as Inzigo was, handing out papers to badly written symbols. "... the heck?" he mumbled as he blinked, and ran for the man with the papers.

He blocked out all noise, and, after looming up beside the boy, wrapped his arm around the boy's arm, and yanked him in the direction of the wood store, throwing the stack of handouts in the boy's hand behind them as he pulled the kid into the Wood store. Inzigo shoved the boy back, almost throwing him onto a pew that looked to have been made customs for the Church of Unitology. Inzigo sat beside the boy, and shoved both his his hand in his messenger bag. He looks up from the bag, and places a Credits Chip on the boy's lap, a Badge in the other. he sighs, and his thick Vietnamese accent almost startles him. "It is a, err, hundred tousand credits for... the shursh" he mumbled.

He again flashed his Titan Station Security Badge and looked at the boy. "Is.. one... uh, thirssy? he asked before looking upward, and shouting,

"Oi, imoto! Anata wa watashi no Nihonshu no bin o shutoku suru koto wa dekimasu ka?! Sono otokonoko no tame! Koko de, hahaoya ga de sore o oku nodesu ka?" a few seconds later, came a similarly foreign responce: "Watashi ni wa wakaranai! Anata wa okina shonen ga, sore wa jibun jishin o mitsukeru yo!"

Inzigo grumbled and sighed, mumbling something about getting "her" back for her ignorace, yelling, "Masaka, otoko! Anata no ani no uchi ni, taidana noroma herupu! Keisatsu no ninmu ni imu! Anata wa watashi no Nippon-shu o eru ikenai baai, watashi wa shiho bogai no tame no anata o taiho suru yo!"

a girl's gasp moaned from the roof of the store, and, immediately, a girl ran down the staircase behind the counter. "Daijobu, daijobu! Koko ni a-" she stopped and looked at Inzigo and Arthur, sneering, "oh, a Unitologist." she sneered as she put the sake bottle and the cups on the counter, glaring at the boy and Inzigo."Make this date quick, this shop shouldn't serve... them" the girl mumbles, leaving the room.

"Sorry abaou my sistur, I am Detective Inzigo Ish- err, Reizi." he sighs, holding his hand out. "You'd like Sake?" he asked, getting up. "I just need to ask a few questions, out of the eye of your ferrow Marker heads..." He pours himself a cup, and sips, letting out that sharp, 'just-drank-alcohol' sigh. "Is about... the suicide at the Cassini Towers... tell me all you know..."



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"Honey you're going to be late for school!" Sion's mother, Madeleine, called from the kitchen.
He exited the bathroom, steam billowing behind him as he stood in the open doorway. The smell of pancakes made his stomach grumble and he giggled at the sound. Sion skipped into the kitchen and took his place behind the island counter. His father had already gone to work, or as far as he can tell, never came back from yesterday.
Madeleine placed a steaming plate of chocolate chip pancakes in front of Sion and went into the fridge to fetch a glass of milk, then she went to grab his little satchel.
After his mother had done everything for him, Sion was finished eating and left the plate on the counter as he grabbed his bag and exited the apartment with her.

The cheerful Titan Elementary music echoed through the corridor as the children lined up. Tiffany (Sion's best friend) and Sion played slaps and giggled at nothing for a while until they were let inside. Each kid moved straight towards their classrooms. Tiffany led the way as Sion stood behind her, afraid that the bullies might come around the corner any second. Tiffany was tough, Sion was a coward, he needed Tiffany. They were in their class safely in no time and Sion took his seat next to Tiff. Together, they started drawing with their crayons and what Tiff drew was... strange. She coloured her entire paper red and drew a stick figure with an angry face and four arms. The other two seemed to be coming out of its neck and its normal arms, on the body, looked limp and by its sides.
"Cool." Sion muttered.
Tiff just smiled and continued adding details, like a pile of stick figures with Xs for eyes.
Sion just drew the Marker, his parents encouraged it and always hung up his crayon-work in the lobby of the church. Well, he never saw it, but they said they did and he never ever thought bad of his parents.

It was recess time now and Tiff had vanished from the playground. Sion felt scared, vulnerable even. Kids argued, others talked to their imaginary friends.
"I wish I had one..." Sion sighed.
"Hey! Rockhead!" Someone called.
Sion, being curious and cautious, reluctantly twisted his head to see a group of the bigger bullies come up to him.
They began to make fun of him, his purple leg warmers especially. But he just covered his ears and yelled, "Blah! Blah! Blah! Blah! BLAH!"
The bullies laughed and moved in closer until Tiff broke it up by shoving them all to the ground. It was just one shove at the fat one and they all went down. Tiff laughed and hugged Sion.
"If it wasn't for my dad, I didn't know what I'd do!" She said excitedly.
"Y- your dad?" Sion asked.
"Yep! I've been seeing him a lot now. He told me you were in trouble so..."
The thing is, Tiffany's dad has been dead for as long Sion could remember. Maybe it was her acute sense of smelling Sion's fear and came to the rescue. Sion shuddered nonetheless.
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Jormong walked off his shuttle and looked around. "Ahh... Oh, who am i kidding? Even after ten years this place is a dump." Jormong thought to himself. He turned around to Berathor and used Moro, " Well, let's go. We wouldn't want to keep director "Tightman" waiting would we?" His brother turned towards him and also said, "Sure, sure... but mind if i meet with you there?" Jormong followed his brothers eye and saw that he was looking at the receptionist. "Sure, sure, just be there. I ain't meeting that man alone"

Jormong walked to the nearby transit system and rode it until it stopped at the Apartment blocks, Titan Heights to be more precise. He asked around and walked around until he found Vanessas apartment. He knocked on the door a couple of times until he heard someone moving around inside. He noticed the camera moving closer into his face and then...

The door suddenly slid open quickly and a pair of hands grabbed and pulled him in. Next thing he knew he was being suffocated by Vanessas bear hug. "Jormong! My favourite big brother! Why didn't you tell us you were coming? We would have organized such a party!" While still being suffocated, Moro started talking " You do realized, your killing him right now right, Vanessa?" She then let go of him. Vanessa was a tall and slim, blond girl. She was twenty-two years old and had already reached Class 1 Combat Medical Technician. Jormong quickly explained that he had been called back for, a few days probably, to report to Tideman for some reason and that he didn't think he would stand a long time here. While explaining Vanessa invited him in for a drink and a snack, but then she remembered that Jormong didn't have a mouth, with which to eat it so she let it go. After finishing he said "Well, I have to get going. I'm guessing Berathor has finished and is going to be waiting for me soon." Vanessa then asked surprised " Berathor? He's here too? What is going on! The entire family is on the Sprawl! Jardan and his smuggler band are here again and hiding in their old den, currently equipping it with defences. Sally and Alex are also here at Earth-Gov, apparently researching some strange new technology. Armand, Raphael and Zander are all here stationed around Earth-Government sector constantly leading patrols around it. Desiree is working more and more, constantly receiving more patients and she is barely keeping up, I'm going to go help her later today even. And everyone else is also here."

Jormong said his goodbyes and left. All the way to the Earth-Gov he was thinking about this. While most of his family were part of E.D.F. why would the Jardan and his smugglers and the others be here, just as everyone starts getting pulled on to the station. The tram stopped and he saw Berathor waiting for him outside. "Thank you for beeing late."
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She was late. Again. She'd been collecting her sister from school for over a month now and yet somehow she could never remember which day sister was allowed to finish early. Infact it was this forgetfulness that had her wages lowered each week because she failed to attend her afternoon shift. Alexis was more than aware that if Max wasn't so concerned about getting into her underwear she'd probably be unemployed right now, a circumstance she wasn't sure she'd mind too much. Her income was barely enough to live off and she always found herself swayed to help Carmain with his side jobs just to fund a slightly more enjoyable life style. Her grandmother had left them each a large sum of inheritance, but it was security and the moment Alexis touched it, she knew she'd be unable to stop.

Just outside the mosaic doors she stood, her long black curls dangling infront of her face as she stared blankly at the ground. Her small fingers dug into her dress; which as Alexis neared was wet with small droplets. To this she felt a lump appear in her own throat, but swallowed her uncertainty. She's going to be moody again, I just know it. I know she's only little, but doesn't she understand, I'm no mother! God, it's because I was late again... argh! Doesn't this place do after school activities? No... no, it'll be the high school thing again... oh but I'm trying, oh... GOD DAMNIT, I'm just not cut out to be a parent. Ada looked up, her eyes watery, it was heart melting. "I've got a tummy ache..." she whined, her lip quivering as she pouted. Alexis felt a surge of relief, for now she was safe of entering the disappointment zone.

"We can't have that can we? Hmm, you know the best cure for a bad tummy?" Adas eyes grew, the tears on her face seemed to also pause in great anticipation "A visit to Trixies!" She beemed her most award winning smile, if her own childhood was anything to go by, sweets were the answer to every problem! Taking some credits from her purse, she handed to Ada and pointed towards the delicious candy store. There goes the new shoes I wanted the thought was met with a small sigh, but she was adapting to the sacrifices that came with caring for her sister... slowly.



Titan heights, it was hardly the most exotic place on The Sprawl to live, but it was home enough. Their two bedroom appartment was a present from their grandmother left in her will, it was bigger than most and although the decor was slightly generic, Alexis definately prefered it to their old place in Cassini Towers. "Anything excitement happen at school today?" her voice barely sounded above the buzzing of the TV, so she was suprised to get a reply. To tell the truth, she wasn't the slightest bit interested, but asking was somewhat protocal. Ada slid off the sofa and slumped beside the counter and as her lips parted, Alexis prepared herself for the worst.

"I'll let you know, sis, when I start attending a real one." Great, right on cue. Alexis took a deep breath, she sensed there was more to be said and by the frown on Ada's face she wasn't going to get a word in adgeways. "All I want you to do is talk to Miss Deguille, she said she could help, please sis... please"

Alexis wasn't having this. "If I can't find you a highschool in the area what makes you think some... some teacher can do any better?"

"She used to work in high schools, she knows more than you! You said yourself, you can't find any, so let someone else help... sis... I know you're trying to look after me, but you can't take responsibility for everything... please... please."

"I ju-"

"Please!" Ada punctuated her point with the slam of her bedroom door. It didn't matter what she said now, maybe her little sister was right. If Ada trusted this teacher though, she guessed she'd have to attempt to do the same, or risk losing what little family she had.
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"All i know?" Arthur found it difficult to restrain the anger and annoyance in his own voice, After all, This 'other' man had just yanked him from The Concourse making him drop all his papers and began questioning him in some fudged up accent.

"You got the wrong guy...'Buddy'", Arthur added emphasis to the name to show this asshole just how annoyed he was, "I don't know anything about a suicide and i don't live in or anywhere near Cassini Towers, Place is full of rockheads and i'd prefer to keep my distance, So if one of them has committed suicide, Then either join me in celebrating one less asshole in the world or leave me alone", Arthur was taking no chances with this man, He was not going to be caught up in something he didn't know anything about, All he wanted was to get back to work so he could get paid tonight.

The man named Inzigo looked at Arthur puzzled, "You mean you eesh not a Unitologist?", Inzigo also seemed to look again at the credits chip before hesitating and leaving them on Arthur's lap. "My Apologies...you can leave then...but remember the donation".

Arthur just seemed even more creeped out by this guy, throwing a random credit chip on his lap, claiming it was a 100,000 donation to the church? It seemed a little bit crazy as Arthur coughed his way out of the wood store, the smell of the old wood and opened Sake getting to his nostrils. Picking up his papers for the second time today after some ignorant man earlier had knocked him over and Arthur had nearly lost his cool, But he'd managed to put on a fake attitude and act friendly, After all, It is what he gets paid for, So no-one left with any scars, Yet, Besides the man had looked like he had a few credits lying around, Perhaps Arthur could make a 'friend' of this man.

Suddenly the thought of credits had Arthur's brain buzzing, The Inzigo man had just given him a chip card containing 100,000 credits! Arthur's hands began to tremble as he realised just how much money he was holding within his pockets, Seeing as it was obviously an unofficial donation, Perhaps no-one would be the wiser, if a few thousand of those credits were to...'Never be donated'.

Placing his papers down on a nearby shopping table, Arthur eyed up the nearest ATM, Lips quivering, Hand's shaking, Arthur walked up to the machine.

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Inzigo sighed inwardly as the door shut, ready to say something, but cut off just as quickly. he felt kind of stupid, and shrugged off the gentle touch to his shoulder, walking out the store with a defeated look.

After a few minutes of self sulking in AwesomeTown, He felt his bag vibrate against his side. he fished out a small holopad, which showed information on an un- solicited action toward his marked money. Could he have his- no, he was a dirty kid, a kid who didn't live in the Cassini towers. It had to be making the charge at least.

With this lead, he made his way to the ATM, where who but the angry boy was depositing some of the credits. Leaning next to the machine coolly, he lazily snorted, "tell me that ru are saving some of those for the party supruies(supplies)?"

He looked at the kid, and put his hand up before the other could speak. "keep it. all. you look like you need a new oufit, if not.... the ful package... I'll have my mother taror(tailor) you my robes. the onry use they are to me is for gazering duss, you know?" he commented, blankly dusting off the other's shoulder. "if you need... any more money, you know who to see..." he started, playfully yet dominantly shoving past the other while snarling, "...'buddy'".
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