Gears
Harbinger of War, Chaos, and Poptarts
Today was a good day to kill a god. Ral crouched on the awning of Bub's Beer Garden, a crumbling business, only three patrons, even on victory day. Crust Dwellars mingled on the streets below, waiting for the floats to come by. Ral double checked the newspaper he had purchased, claiming his master had wanted it. The gray eye dye had worked, no one suspected the gray eyed, lowly Fel of anything- and they never did make trouble, there were enough in the city that the dull makeup that covered any hint of color on his pale skin kept him out of interest. Ral took another picture of the events, before using the zoom lens on his camera to view the warehouse where floats began to flow out of the doors. Shrieks of delight erupted from the crowds as a column of Security Agents marched down, the front command platoon in well pressed ceremonial uniforms, bedazzled in medals. The rest wore the shell like armor of a standard infantry agent, the most common anyone saw in the city.
Sure, there were other divisions, but the rest were specialized. Hunter Division only dealt with rebellion movements, Wardens only left the prisons for transfers and the occasional riot, and Inferno- no one knew what Inferno did, they appeared at seemingly random missions, from riots to a mugging, their prey always disappeared to never be heard from again. Ral never believed those rumors, the Security Agency may have near absolute power in the city, but Evelynn did her best to keep them in check.
It was funny that so many had distrusted her in the beginning, three hundred years ago to this day. A century before the first riots, a decade after the years of Marshal law maintained by the Security Agents Precursors- though Ral didn’t see any difference between the days of corruption now, and the chaos of the walls closing. Evelynn hadn’t developed the Atmosphere mimicking panels that now mimicked an outside world sunny day. People would have revolted if they knew their machine ruler began to control nature, which was the reason she had kept the technology, along with her cloning and weather tech. After a century, things had cooled down and everyone accepted her, and she revealed her projects, giving them to the corporations that had survived the Grand War, companies had taken an interest in the cloning, and soon Atlas had created the Fel, clones bred for obedience and labor. A perfect workforce. Thirty percent of the population didn’t work, either begging on street corners, or using their Fel workers, living a comfortable lifestyle- not anything close to the Elite, but still better than filthy undergrounders like Ral.
Evelynn had managed to keep the many factions together for a century before riots began, food shortages and fights spread within the city, many of the rich fleeing to a small town on the countryside, now a paradise for the rich, home to the biggest bunker system- and Ral and his brothers and sisters of the caves where not allowed. No Fel dwelt there, so Ral had never managed to see the gated city from within, though there was still plenty of opportunity on the streets. Ral scratched at the makeup covering his left arm, the ID Tattoo that all registered Underground had was carefully concealed by a fake symbol, naming him as a Tieren Servent- Fel were really slaves, but no one liked that word.
Ral opened the newspaper and held his camera up to the headlines after checking the few drunk patrons, too poor to pay for the more reputable and expensive breweries, though Bub never snitched. Ral quickly pressed a specific sequence of buttons on the camera his client had supplied- anyone involved would suffer a fate worse than death if caught. The camera’s screen turned green as words began to change, as a result of an insider in the Newscrew’s staff’s tampering. Letters began too change, first instructions. Rifle Under Bridge, Set up at water tower, laborers clothing prepared- Float Three on the left.
Ral pushed the brewery's doors open as he threw the camera and newspaper away, sure to erase all data as he climbed the fire escape to the nearby apartment roof top. True to his clients word, a laborers uniform was ready to replace the messenger uniform Ral wore, and a worn rifle, old- maybe even prewar. Ral checked his ammo- one shot, unmarked. That would have to work. Ral climbed the tower, a toolbox in his hand, concealing the rifle. Sure enough, watchers- well watched. Everyone mocked the scouting and surveillance division of the Security Agency, mostly the tactical uniform and their name, but Ral knew it was because the majority were One-Names, or Undergrounders as they called his people.
Today that would change- whether he succeeded or not.
Corporal Lawrence stood on the street corner, his rifle in ceremonial position, his uniform well pressed for the days festivities. His division never participated in the same foolish traditions- some of the agency needed to watch out for insurgents, especially today. Some bottom-dwellers saw the holiday as offensive, the day the previous generation had surrendered to the justice of their rightful rulers. Lawrence raised his hand too his helmet, the faceplate displaying a nearby detainment, some Thief girl had been caught pick-pocketing a citizen, rank 5E.
The good corporal sighed as he put his sidearm back in the locked holster, he wasn’t a psych-type, but he still felt something was wrong. The noise hadn’t changed, that was for sure, but then he saw it- the tell tale glare of a scope reflecting the artificial sun, pointed at the next float- before he heard the unmistakable sound of a gunshot.
Sazanah stood atop her float, where the crowds cheered for her brother. Granite himself smiled that beaming grim that always covered his merchandise. When had she and her brother become an enterprise, with agents and makeup- she barely remembered the days when she was an Underground vigilante, before some talent agent had seen the value in a pair of darling heroes with a combined power grade of 7. Granite was a level 6 Stone-Elemental, with Superstrengh included. Sazanah herself was a level 1 Glider, restricted from true flight, but still strong enough to hold her own in battle, particularly with her Charm. The pair had grown renown after capturing several enemies, but an official endorsement from Aurumn Knight had done wonders for their PR. Sazanah turned to her brother, his face growing cold the second she began to speak. “Are we even heroes anymore- half of the stuff your new manager has us do is scripted patrols, not to mention your-”
*Bang*
Sazanah went still as blood sprayed onto her cheek, her ears ringing as the natural regenration all enhanced possessed mended the damage to her ears, and the flesh in her cheek renit itself. Granite lay on the steps of their float, the grav-lift cut as a Fel Medic ran to her brother. Her brother owned the poor creature so he would receive treatment first, despite the limp he still carried after he failed to treat him a few weeks ago- these things were weak but obedient. Sazanah fell to the ground as the screams of panic and shouts of Security Agents trying to regain control as more bullets flew, some hitting other celebrity guests- former heroes such as herself. Sazanah watched the chaos before the Fel administered a cocktail of painkillers and a stimulant that would help with her healing ability. Granite, the most powerful Elemental in the last great city- was dead.
Sure, there were other divisions, but the rest were specialized. Hunter Division only dealt with rebellion movements, Wardens only left the prisons for transfers and the occasional riot, and Inferno- no one knew what Inferno did, they appeared at seemingly random missions, from riots to a mugging, their prey always disappeared to never be heard from again. Ral never believed those rumors, the Security Agency may have near absolute power in the city, but Evelynn did her best to keep them in check.
It was funny that so many had distrusted her in the beginning, three hundred years ago to this day. A century before the first riots, a decade after the years of Marshal law maintained by the Security Agents Precursors- though Ral didn’t see any difference between the days of corruption now, and the chaos of the walls closing. Evelynn hadn’t developed the Atmosphere mimicking panels that now mimicked an outside world sunny day. People would have revolted if they knew their machine ruler began to control nature, which was the reason she had kept the technology, along with her cloning and weather tech. After a century, things had cooled down and everyone accepted her, and she revealed her projects, giving them to the corporations that had survived the Grand War, companies had taken an interest in the cloning, and soon Atlas had created the Fel, clones bred for obedience and labor. A perfect workforce. Thirty percent of the population didn’t work, either begging on street corners, or using their Fel workers, living a comfortable lifestyle- not anything close to the Elite, but still better than filthy undergrounders like Ral.
Evelynn had managed to keep the many factions together for a century before riots began, food shortages and fights spread within the city, many of the rich fleeing to a small town on the countryside, now a paradise for the rich, home to the biggest bunker system- and Ral and his brothers and sisters of the caves where not allowed. No Fel dwelt there, so Ral had never managed to see the gated city from within, though there was still plenty of opportunity on the streets. Ral scratched at the makeup covering his left arm, the ID Tattoo that all registered Underground had was carefully concealed by a fake symbol, naming him as a Tieren Servent- Fel were really slaves, but no one liked that word.
Ral opened the newspaper and held his camera up to the headlines after checking the few drunk patrons, too poor to pay for the more reputable and expensive breweries, though Bub never snitched. Ral quickly pressed a specific sequence of buttons on the camera his client had supplied- anyone involved would suffer a fate worse than death if caught. The camera’s screen turned green as words began to change, as a result of an insider in the Newscrew’s staff’s tampering. Letters began too change, first instructions. Rifle Under Bridge, Set up at water tower, laborers clothing prepared- Float Three on the left.
Ral pushed the brewery's doors open as he threw the camera and newspaper away, sure to erase all data as he climbed the fire escape to the nearby apartment roof top. True to his clients word, a laborers uniform was ready to replace the messenger uniform Ral wore, and a worn rifle, old- maybe even prewar. Ral checked his ammo- one shot, unmarked. That would have to work. Ral climbed the tower, a toolbox in his hand, concealing the rifle. Sure enough, watchers- well watched. Everyone mocked the scouting and surveillance division of the Security Agency, mostly the tactical uniform and their name, but Ral knew it was because the majority were One-Names, or Undergrounders as they called his people.
Today that would change- whether he succeeded or not.
Corporal Lawrence stood on the street corner, his rifle in ceremonial position, his uniform well pressed for the days festivities. His division never participated in the same foolish traditions- some of the agency needed to watch out for insurgents, especially today. Some bottom-dwellers saw the holiday as offensive, the day the previous generation had surrendered to the justice of their rightful rulers. Lawrence raised his hand too his helmet, the faceplate displaying a nearby detainment, some Thief girl had been caught pick-pocketing a citizen, rank 5E.
The good corporal sighed as he put his sidearm back in the locked holster, he wasn’t a psych-type, but he still felt something was wrong. The noise hadn’t changed, that was for sure, but then he saw it- the tell tale glare of a scope reflecting the artificial sun, pointed at the next float- before he heard the unmistakable sound of a gunshot.
Sazanah stood atop her float, where the crowds cheered for her brother. Granite himself smiled that beaming grim that always covered his merchandise. When had she and her brother become an enterprise, with agents and makeup- she barely remembered the days when she was an Underground vigilante, before some talent agent had seen the value in a pair of darling heroes with a combined power grade of 7. Granite was a level 6 Stone-Elemental, with Superstrengh included. Sazanah herself was a level 1 Glider, restricted from true flight, but still strong enough to hold her own in battle, particularly with her Charm. The pair had grown renown after capturing several enemies, but an official endorsement from Aurumn Knight had done wonders for their PR. Sazanah turned to her brother, his face growing cold the second she began to speak. “Are we even heroes anymore- half of the stuff your new manager has us do is scripted patrols, not to mention your-”
*Bang*
Sazanah went still as blood sprayed onto her cheek, her ears ringing as the natural regenration all enhanced possessed mended the damage to her ears, and the flesh in her cheek renit itself. Granite lay on the steps of their float, the grav-lift cut as a Fel Medic ran to her brother. Her brother owned the poor creature so he would receive treatment first, despite the limp he still carried after he failed to treat him a few weeks ago- these things were weak but obedient. Sazanah fell to the ground as the screams of panic and shouts of Security Agents trying to regain control as more bullets flew, some hitting other celebrity guests- former heroes such as herself. Sazanah watched the chaos before the Fel administered a cocktail of painkillers and a stimulant that would help with her healing ability. Granite, the most powerful Elemental in the last great city- was dead.
Welcome to Another Normal Day- Reborn. This is a reboot to an older thread, but I have increased the worldbuilding. What was once a single city is now a country dotted with villages, farmlands, and the ever present Security Agency Garrisons.
Following the Grand War of 2054, the majority of the old world was destroyed, land poisoned by superweapons, country's wiped out by Biological Weapons and Unimaginative horrors. A thinktank of the worlds brightest (And remaining) Scientists and Scholars united to save the remnant of humanity. Many had spent the five years that the Thinktank, simply known as the Genesis Group- searched for the last Fertile and untainted land on the devastated planet. There they found an interesting development, the triggering of one country's untested and mysterious weapons had wiped out all population and signs of civilization, while creating new ores never seen before the land surveillance.
The last few World Governments supplied transportation as Geneticists surveyed every major bunker or lawless ruin, allowing one million Genetically Untouched into the base- free from defects caused by the devastating weapons that destroyed the world.
A wall was erected and several "Unpure" survivors where allowed into the newly discovered cavern system, after all- someone needed to do the labor for their betters. For a decade, The Genesis Ruled alongside a coalition of every participating Government's combatants, Mercenary's, and drafted civilians in a strict marshal law.
As corruption began to spread within a decade of the Establishment of the new world order and the sealing of the domed wall protecting the city, known as The Isolation, the Genesis Group struggled to reorganize a new system that would stop the anarchy that spread through their streets.
The world had seen few major Artificial Intelligence Uprisings, but everyone was still reluctant when the idea of a benevolent and mechanical leader was introduced. To placate the masses, each AI model was given different traits and tested to ensure there would be no issues with a future ruler, after a year of planning- Evelynn was created.
Evelynn developed a new system of government that kept her in check, managing to placate the Military Coalition that had cemented its rule over time, allowing a newly formed Security Agency to keep order, while a council of fifty representatives would assist with law and order.
For a century, chaos was held at bay, with only minor- old world disputes being pacified by the Security Agency, before insurgency began to spread in the underground. Despite Evelynn's humanitarian attempts, the work was laborious, dangerous, and barley paid for the denizens of the caverns, with a newly rebuilt old world corporation creating cloned slaves known as Fel taking jobs and causing more tension.
Minor rebellions and riots persisted for another two-hundred years, before a civil war began. The Undergounders declared themselves an independent nation, slaying their Security Agent's and taking up arms as violence broke out in the streets, Evelynn unable to help either side other than sending supplies and Meds, both blockaded by the Security Agency.
The war stretched on for nearly a decade before the starving and diseased rebels gave in, accepting the brutal terms of surrender, now hated by the surface, other than the silent and docile Fel. Not long afterward, Evelynn's Medics found themselves fighting a new battle against an even deadlier and crueler enemy- The Crimson Fever.
Victims where drove into a delirious rage, dying as they attacked their horrified family's, executed by Security Agents, leaving an entire section of the Capital a dead zone, none daring to entered the land of death and sorrow.
Not long after, another crisis began- The introduction of Superpowers, and with it, power hungry villain's. Newly enhanced Undergrounders rose up to take revenge against the surface, combated by drafted Enhanced, before a band of heroes managed to capture or kill the major Villains.
Now, on The Day of Victory, Five years after the Rebellion's fall, and the day The Heroes League restored order after the introduction of superpowered Enhanced, assassins have murdered some of the new worlds most enhanced heroes- Are you a Rebel or a Survivor? An Opportunist or a Peacekeeper?
The last few World Governments supplied transportation as Geneticists surveyed every major bunker or lawless ruin, allowing one million Genetically Untouched into the base- free from defects caused by the devastating weapons that destroyed the world.
A wall was erected and several "Unpure" survivors where allowed into the newly discovered cavern system, after all- someone needed to do the labor for their betters. For a decade, The Genesis Ruled alongside a coalition of every participating Government's combatants, Mercenary's, and drafted civilians in a strict marshal law.
As corruption began to spread within a decade of the Establishment of the new world order and the sealing of the domed wall protecting the city, known as The Isolation, the Genesis Group struggled to reorganize a new system that would stop the anarchy that spread through their streets.
The world had seen few major Artificial Intelligence Uprisings, but everyone was still reluctant when the idea of a benevolent and mechanical leader was introduced. To placate the masses, each AI model was given different traits and tested to ensure there would be no issues with a future ruler, after a year of planning- Evelynn was created.
Evelynn developed a new system of government that kept her in check, managing to placate the Military Coalition that had cemented its rule over time, allowing a newly formed Security Agency to keep order, while a council of fifty representatives would assist with law and order.
For a century, chaos was held at bay, with only minor- old world disputes being pacified by the Security Agency, before insurgency began to spread in the underground. Despite Evelynn's humanitarian attempts, the work was laborious, dangerous, and barley paid for the denizens of the caverns, with a newly rebuilt old world corporation creating cloned slaves known as Fel taking jobs and causing more tension.
Minor rebellions and riots persisted for another two-hundred years, before a civil war began. The Undergounders declared themselves an independent nation, slaying their Security Agent's and taking up arms as violence broke out in the streets, Evelynn unable to help either side other than sending supplies and Meds, both blockaded by the Security Agency.
The war stretched on for nearly a decade before the starving and diseased rebels gave in, accepting the brutal terms of surrender, now hated by the surface, other than the silent and docile Fel. Not long afterward, Evelynn's Medics found themselves fighting a new battle against an even deadlier and crueler enemy- The Crimson Fever.
Victims where drove into a delirious rage, dying as they attacked their horrified family's, executed by Security Agents, leaving an entire section of the Capital a dead zone, none daring to entered the land of death and sorrow.
Not long after, another crisis began- The introduction of Superpowers, and with it, power hungry villain's. Newly enhanced Undergrounders rose up to take revenge against the surface, combated by drafted Enhanced, before a band of heroes managed to capture or kill the major Villains.
Now, on The Day of Victory, Five years after the Rebellion's fall, and the day The Heroes League restored order after the introduction of superpowered Enhanced, assassins have murdered some of the new worlds most enhanced heroes- Are you a Rebel or a Survivor? An Opportunist or a Peacekeeper?
CS will be posted shortly, along with character creation recourses. Create a character and join the fray- and remember, Before it is Night it is Crimson, and after the Crimson we are swallowed into the Abyss- but will you survive before dawn breaks on a changed city?
A certain rebel movement is hiring Underground or generally anti-Security Agency team of Enhanced experts in Espionage, Covert-Ops, and Assassinations, while rumors of the hero Baseplate have arisen, of him uniting heroes for a massive operation against an Underground crime lord, one bigger than any we have seen since the hero war.
Create a CS for either enhanced or normal people, (Fel are not yet available) PM me any ideas for enhanced abilities and I will generally allow them.
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