Find it in your mind....

Something I have written...
Where shall I being?
Shall I being with my birth, the birth of my parents, or the birth of my people?
No… I shall start at the end and work backwards. I am only a fragment of an idea in the mind of a writer. A writer who’s mind is filled with many like me but not like me.
Fragments of ideas that define a character existing in a world made of memories and dream.
Then again that is the way the story is created at times.
Who is the writer? That is not something that matters to my tale what does is the world I was created in.
A broken world yet it is in perfect state.
A world that is and is not at the same time and yet it is A world in contradiction to itself.
But That I find later. We all find out later.
From where I was I know but I can’t say… No one would believe.

The city I land in, the city I awoke to find myself in…
I was not were I was the night before. I was in my ship on the other side of the universe near my home world.
I awoke in what would be called a bed… I found myself dressed in clothes not of my people.
I cautiously got up and looked around. A mirror was attached to the back of a door. Looking I saw myself.

I was no longer who I was before in full. Stripped of my armor, I stood in human sleep wear.
In the back of my mind I found this not at all odd.
Then it struck me like a truck. I was a lone tau in the world of man. A Lone tau on their holiest of holiest planets…
But as the revelation struck, another one struck me harder.
These memories of this world, memories of how to exist in the shadows, memories of how to blend in with humans and memories of who I am in this world flowed into my mind.

In this world I am known as James Hook. I am a detective and weapons expert in this world, tasked with running in the shadows for a greater good.
I turn and look at myself before opening the door. I am not what I was, but I am what I am. Once I was bald, now I have dreadlocks tied back behind my head with a band. My face is mine but if anyone else saw it, they would have to stare harder to see that I am not truly human. I have a pair of glasses that have more complex a HUD than my armor did.

Behind the door I saw the remains of my armor sitting as if in a museum display. Human weapons sat next to them. As I reached for the armor, it sprung to life and attached itself beneath the clothing I was wearing.
The once bulky armor I wore was now skin tight and hidden, waiting for me to enter conflict for it to awaken.
On instinct I get dressed. I could pass off as normal in this world. Jeans, modified shoes, shirt, jacket and concealed weapons. Human ones, seems my personal weapons have been integrated into the armoring.

The phone rings and I answer.
“Hook, this is Murph, we got a call. Meet down at Central-Five Café. The contact will be there at 9”
“Understood, will be there,” the words flowed naturally from my mouth as I cradled the phone against my shoulder as I was pulling on gloves and a watch.

Not knowing who this was but trusting my instincts in this world, I went on auto pilot to where I needed to be.
I arrive at the café and sit down next to a man dressed like a detective from an old video I saw in human archives once. This man is Murph, one of the people on the team I was assigned to. Across the table sat a larger figure. A troll, my glasses indicated.

“I am not the one who is asking you for work. I am just the middleman.” The Troll said handing Murph a manila envelope. Inside were the details of the job.
Murph simply nodded and then spoke. “And the price?”
“As you had asked.” The troll responded before leaving.

“Looks like we have little time on this one so let’s get going, Hook.” Murph stated as we left the café and headed to a van. Inside sat the three remaining members of the team. A technomancer and a swordsman sat in the back next to Murph, leaving me to sit next to the front.

“Let’s roll.” I stated as I sat down in the passenger seat.
The last member of the team turned to look back at the team before starting up the van.
What was he?
Why was he so threatening in presence while only looking like an office worker? Dark jeans, dark shoes, a white button up shirt with the sleeves rolled to the elbows and face that reminded of some other free man...
Who? No one knew who he was besides a name.
Ian Moone. A false name for sure.
None the less we sped off towards the job.

We had a window of time and a man to end.

>Report 1 end.

Requiem on a Christmas morning.

Oh Requiem for the days of old. When children waited up stairs in their rooms wake early on Christmas morning, Waiting for first light to break. And upon such time, to come bolting down the stairs. Thunderous plodding of feet down the stairs to the room where the Christmas tree stands in all its glory of days now long gone. Beneath it now what was not there the night before. Presents by many.
Now as I turn my head I see the table behind me, A tiny tree beautifully adorned with ornaments. And all the Irony of what I have written. And yet Not irony but in simple elegance, much to my bemusement. TO which upon this time of half into the hour of five in the morning I say to all:

HAPPY HOLIDAYS

Breaking the silence

Just poking in to say that I am Going to start once more again on this small blog once I am done with this semester of college. In other words, next week.

Silence

Silence Has come over my life.
School is its name
Will write more sometime

Tale: Origins of the Pyre Part the Third

There stood Operator Nerosol, his body covered completely, with his head tilted to the side.
"Well? What are you three doing here? What are your orders?" he asked as he stretched out.

The trio Glanced at each other then held out the data player once more. From within it crackled a voice of an older gentleman.
"Operator Nerosol, By Order of the Nine Towers High Council and authorized by the majority of the house, you are to set in motion Protocol 7825AS23/Polo. Pass code: Immortal army." The voice stated.

The wooden puppet of Buddha gasped as it stopped its random stretching. "That... is not possible."

To this The operator shrugged and pointed to the computers. "Do it yourself. But I warn you.... It is not going to be pretty. I will effected by that Protocol too."

"We Know....." The Trio stated in Unison as they pulled their guns and unloaded them into The body of the Operator. "So we shall kill you first."

"That was stupid of you...." Nerosol said as he fell.
The trio Moved to the computers and began to execute the protocol. The protocol was designed to speed up the transformation from Prisoners to Brainwashed obedient super warriors. Behind them The body of the operator was fretted over by the wooden puppet of Buddha. It wailed over the body as a human would.

"Really.... You three make me sad...." A voice echoed from somewhere in the room.
This Caused the trio to look around frantically. They Cast their eyes back to the body of the dead operator. Suddenly it burst into flames and Suddenly stood up.

"Really did you think I would not be effected by the protocol because I was dead? You don't know me...." The corpse Stated as it shed the black armor. The flaming body that emerged was that of a young man. His back marred with a large burn scar that continued down the right arm to the elbow. Black brown hair covered his face as he walked to the bed and closet. From there he dressed, Putting out the flames as he did. He pulled the hair back out his face.

The Trio raised their weapons once more at the operator and spoke. "Operator Nerosol. Stand down or we will kill you once more."

"Nero Who?" The wooden puppet of Buddha squealed as it cut the hair of its master. In doing so revealing the scar that went from ear to ear across the young man's face.

"Operator Nerosol Died." The young man stated as he grinned softly. "I am The Pyre."

Tale: Origins of the Pyre Part the second

The ship approached MondDesMort at speed. It headed to the landing port. Three figures emerged from the ship in stark white space suits and walked towards the facilities. Upon reaching the main gate The trio lifted up badges to an unseen camera. A Whistle and a gruff bellow sounded ans the gate opened slowly.

Now within the gate and through the air lock the trio exit their suits. Their true forms are that of three Almost identical beings dressed like classical government agents. Only thing that told them apart was their heights. One was Only 4'2" and slightly portly. The next was 5'8" and twiggy. The last was the muscle of the three at 7'10", he was not hunched over though. For this Jail was made to hold any being.
They proceeded to the front desk slowly, passing down a long and twisting pathway.

"Do no be kidding yourselves, boys.... This place doesn't need people like you sneaking around." echoed a mechanical female voice.
Suddenly the floor began to move beneath the trio and moved them to the front desk.
"Well? What are you here for? We had our yearly overview last month...." The voice spoke out again, this time from a Desk clerk. The Desk Clerk was a female Android. She was dressed in a cultist style robe so she was not truly seen. "Well?"

The Trio simply pulled out a data disk player. The Data shown was a document from the Nine Towers requesting an audience with the Operator in charge of the prison.
Then From the Shadows a sphere of of black energy appeared. It appeared to be like a miniature black sun. Then It spoke.
"The trio of Sizes.... Hmm... Yes Follow me I am the Avatar of Operator Nerosol. I will direct you to the control room where I physical am. Sorry for not being here in person first off. I am dealing with a Upgrade I am working on." the sphere said leading the men on.

Above them and all around them where casket like pods in racks connected to lines. The True face of the VR Prison.....

"Here we are" The Sphere stated as it reached a door at the end of a long passage way. The Sphere passed through it and the door opened.

The room was huge, almost empty, and dark. A single bed in one corner with a closet and book case next to it. One wall was just covered in monitors and computers. In the center was a single Casket like Object. Thousand of wires extended from it. At the foot of the Casket, a wooden puppet of Buddha with thousands of arms sat in mediation. It Chirped and turned to face the Trio.
"Operator, They are here." It chirped turned its head around to face the casket.

"I Know..." A voice echoed from the computers. A hiss emitied from the Casket as it opened. A Man dressed from head to toe in black. His face was obscured by a mask.
"I am Operator NeroSol. What can I do for you?"

Tale: Origins of the Pyre

The Pyre: Prologue to an origin.

In a time where space travel is common and routine and the galaxies are mostly explored exists a galactic governing body known as the Nine Towers. This Governing body has itself held on Earth-Prime of the Sol star system. But this is the least of someone's worries.

Across the Universe, on the most desolate star system in the control of the Nine Towers exists a prison planet. It is registered in all archives as Canto-Delta3, Most people spoke of it as MondDesMort. They feared it worse then anything because it was not a place you were sent to die but to be forced to live for all eternity. For MondDesMort was a Virtual Reality Jail. A Jail where the condemned were placed into a suspended animation and sealed into a Virtual Reality where they could be trained into ultimate weapons.... But the common folk did not know that.... They just know that those who were sent there, no matter how innocent never returned.....
But was worse are the tales of it's Master. A Monster with an uncountable amount of limbs

On this day One ship has been sent to the facility and it is not a prison ship...