Brokowski nodded once at this.
"We are in no rush regarding these civilian affairs. The fact that you are not immediately dismissive of them is sign enough that you are more rational than some of the other arrivals here. Speaking of, I suppose my team should gather our briefing package back at our transport. For now, is there any questions or requests you may have of us at this time? Anything regarding other nations, or our own? I'm sorry to not be very curious about your own nation but your media was rather easy to intercept and interpret."
[get on discord you silly waffle iron]
Landing in semi-circular formation, the unidentified craft go silent, their hover engines powering down to leave an ominous silence in their wake.
The transports open their doors with a hiss of hydraulics, disgorging several squads of black and red Sith Troopers, who swarm protectively around a hooded, hobbling figure. He approached the nearest of the Cybertronians, turning upwards to reveal a pale, sand-beige male face, hairless aside from eyebrows, muddled in wrinkles, with two glowing robotic eyes a shade of iridescent scarlet. His expression is blank for a moment as he studies the cybertronic being, before turning into a sly, devilish grin.
"So my visions were true... beings above droids live here. I am known amongst my people as Miket Surga, head of research and development within our realm of Sotapangaea. We wield arcane powers, much like your hosts. I wish to speak to your greatest leader, or warrior, for I have an offer which our nations may very well benefit from."
W-Why are you going to hurt me? I-I'm scared. Please! Mommy!, the childish voice pleaded.
"Oh no, they have guns, they're going to hurt us!", she proceeded to say as they approached the officers, her fear intefering with Julma's abilities. her appearance remaining the same and essentially barely working minus the general aura of patheticness.. a sign of things to come with her and this childs voice.
The two guards approached, their SMG's in their hands though relaxed. They stared, both looked rather concerned.
"The One protects!", one of them exclaimed, "I wouldn't of expected a woman to survive out here at night.", he'd then say before his partner slung his SMG behind his back to go and hold Julma up after spotting her fake internal injury. It was a rather young man, a boy 19 years in age volunteering to protect his city. He gave a warm smile. On his chest is his name, J. Mathews.
"I got you.", J. said directing her to a door in the gate.
"Are you from the city or one of the settlements? Were you bitten? did you breath in any spores?", questioned the other officer as he followed.
"Don't worry about that now boy", he'd say responding to both things he said.
Many people looked from outside their windows or from their yards, some drinking beer or just staring awestruck at the outsider.
They'd take a turn into a residential neighborhood and came to a house with a white picketed fence, perfect green grass behind it. Sam hellped Gervash inside and gestured to a room at an end of a hall.
"Thats my boys room... he uh.. he won't be needing it. You can find clothes in the dressers and the shower is across the hall. I'll make some food if you want some but by all means go to bed if you want.. God knows you need it", Sad said as he took off his cap, revealing his balding head.
"We do not intend to hide ourselves or our media. We are not North Korea.", Boucher chuckled.
"We do request one thing, a report on these submarines.. detailed if possible so we can deliver it to the MCB, Navy and the fleet."
"Perhaps instead of violence, you two should spar with words. Violence won't accomplish your goal, only kindness."
"Wait wait wait..." The officers says confused before looking at his adjutant.
"You meant to say we're not on earth?"
After The green light disappeared a nation fighting against the Redlight mercer virus the nation's military forces reestablish Control of all zones in Damage America
All Units Red Crown,Reestablish Control of green and yellow zones with threats of unrest All Red zones Units Control your patrol
President Elizabeth Calls emergency meeting in 0200 hours with All Blackwatch head officers including You General Rooks
"Send out your aerial vehicles to confirm it." Sidam stated matter-of-factly.
"Now, having the luxury of all your vices and witnesses be left behind, I suggest you take advantage of your newfound clean slate and direct me to a representative worthy of my time."
"I've wandered around many settlements. Didn't take to any, or the guys in charge." Julma stated, wincing at her fake injury.
"I've kept away from the spores, but I fell after running from the turned ones. It's just a rib, I think they grow back." she joked, partially to alleviate her own concern over her newfound powerlessness as she followed along with the two guards.
"Wretched thing! When I return to my master, I will cleanse myself of weakness, and that includes you, and whatever filth spawned you! That... being which forced a contract upon me must have sent you to test me, and I will never be found wanting!" she thought, her inner voice flaring with volume at her growing annoyance.
Gervash nodded his thanks, checking out the room for a moment before beginning to remove the plating on his armor, opting to stuff it under the bed along with his carbine. Remembering Sam's words, he opted to change from his under armor into a fresh pair of jeans and a t-shirt with the faded emblem of some company or sports team, and headed down to speak to Sam before going to sleep for the night, pausing at the top of the stairs, listening and looking for his host.
"I am the Emperor of Sotapangaea, a land which you are unfamiliar with since your people seem to still believe they are on your planet of Earth. Like your own material realm, mine was brought here by... unseen mechanisms. To ensure the citizenry and nation are safe and under control, it is best that we, as neighbors, meet one another and establish relations. Now, to whom am I speaking to?"
Julma then felt the voice not be scared but more so getting angry.
When I return to my master, I will cleanse myself of weakness, the voice mocked Julma.
Stop being so mean!, it'd say before its presence seemed to fade.
"hmhm...", the officer walked ahead slowly, watching his surroundings. J continued to help Julma walk.
The streets in this area were dirty, the streetlights dim and the side streets full of homeless and other undesirables. In armoured vehicles Homeland Security and Hellen Security Officers though in small numbers as they didn't have enough to spare.
On the main street Humvees were being loaded with MCB troopers
"Company is oscar mike, lets go, lets go!", one of the troops yelled as F-52's flew overhead and in the distance behind the group, beyond the wall was explosions and the sound of infected howling.
"Spin them up!", another trooper yelled before the chain guns atop their humvees began spinning and the gates opened.
"Seems like Bravo Company is going to have a fun night eh?" the officer looked back at J & Julma before giving a bit of a chuckle.
"I wouldn't call that fun... What happens if that explosion attracts a horde closer to the city, we'll all be out there or they'll be in here.", J responded.
They soon reached the guardhouse, a basic 3 story cement building though inside the walls were paneled with wood.
J took Julma to the clinic inside though the doctor was yet to be present, he helped her sit on the examination table before giving a nod.
"The doc will be here soon.. I uh, I'll be just outside if you need me.", he'd say before leaving.
He's very nice, the voice said returning.
Sam would be in the kitchen making a sandwich with ham, cheese, tomato and lettuce while listening to the news on the tv in the living room. He was yet to notice Gervash.
The news was not local, it was coming from Helen and was discussing a rally by a group calling themselves The Enclave though sometimes, The New Founding Fathers, formerly a fringe party that now has been gaining popularity due to the sudden hop to the Warden World. The broadcaster explained they promoted the supremacy of the Humans from the Prime Dimension, labeling all other as lacking proper humanity. The channel then showed images and videos of their paramilitary force walking down the streets as protestors were held back by Helen Security Forces.
"Sh*ts going to hell ain't it?", Sam asked as he left the kitchen with two sandwiches, one for himself and the other for Gervash.
"Hegel is a cocksucker but I'd prefer him over these loonies. Economy is sh*t as it is, those idiots would make it worse, would stop any chance of us from us having peace with the outside world."
Julma nodded, mumbling her thanks to the guards as they left, as she took the moment to glance around the doctors office for anything useful, a communications device, a knife, anything, her mind waging a war on two fronts as she methodically went through her life, recalling the various events that had made her who she was.
Death, betrayal, newfound acceptance, independence, loyalty, power, and now, powerlessness. She went through every notable facet of her life in an attempt to search for the alien presence, stifling her own frustration at the child-like behavior it exhibited as she combed her mental space for it, making another futile attempt to reach through the Force and sense anything, especially something nearby her like this disembodied parasite of the mind.
As Julma looked around she'd see a child, no older than 8 standing across from her, she'd be wearing an old school uniform with a skirt just going below her knees, socks going past them, her skin white.. after a second it seemed like she lacked any colour at all. She stared at Julma, dry blood on her cheek and bruising around her right eye. She then looked down at her hands with dirt on them.. then she was gone on a blink of an eye.
That was different, the voice said before going silent again for a few moments before talking again, though her voice more sad.
I-.... Why do you hate me so much?
There also seemed to be scalpels locked in a case, needles were in a sanitary... thing and there was some sharp stuff in the hazardous materials bin. Outside the door there was footsteps though they stopped and two voices seemed to start talking
Blackwatch command inside DCG (District of Columbia Green zone)
at Blackwatch command the soldiers began reporting in with stable or more unrest But General Rooks personally called in the current active units
"Cheackmate to Reaper 1 report status and situation"
Not long a Midwestern accent replied back
"Cheackmate We are green,We found scavengers in BP-FC Sir they're claiming to be living here"
General Rooks chuckle abit then gave his order
"Execute tangos and report back to Andrew alpha 3"
at the sound of gunshots General Rooks disconnected the line and got back to work still thinking about the meeting with president Elizabeth
Andrew alpha 3 NYZ Yellow zone near NYR
As the blackwatch Blackhawk lands the reapers march into the base for debriefing and relaxation before next deployment to another red zone as they rest a private from the Base approach them
"man your equipment isn't standard issue what's your operating function"
The reapers laugh and the leader approach the private
"son while you're dealing with the civies here we operate in the Red zones but I'm not allowed to disclose our missions way below your pay grade not get back to you're post"
At that the private gave a armless salute holding his weapon and ran to catch up with his unit
"Reaper 1 Cheackmate I have new orders"
"Grégoire Gallois, Marshal for western Europe, i'm the second highest ranking government official here, but i'm sure you want to speak to me instead of the crown princess, our monarchy isn't exactly to involved in politics, so i'm probably the highest political official here."
Some deep portion of Julma's heart ached at the sight of the poor girl, a cry of sympathy and kinship for the shared trait of a tough childhood, before being silenced by the unholy trinity of suspicion, disgust, and pragmaticism.
I have fought tooth and claw, lost friends and family, to gain the power I wield now. Denying me the ability to exercise what I have earned has in turn earned you my ire, child. Why do you haunt me? To what end did your master bond you to me, and how? I fail to see how your intereference will assist me in my objectives.