Tokiwong
First Post
Wizard Teaser Comic Part 1
Mudaba Adin Institute Briefing Room
August 16th, 2014 at approximately 0930 local time…
“Well it sure has been an entertaining thirty days gentleman. First we lose a whole team of young elites, then Bishop escapes,” the UNJE Director throws a pointed glance to Paragon who regards him coolly, “the President of the Congo Protectorate is killed, and we lose an entire Elite Detention Facility. Does that about sum up the string of bad luck?”
Paragon clears his throat, “You forgot about the formation of Justice Elite: Charlie, the renaming of the second team to Bravo, construction of Ciudad de Manana in memory of Mexico City, and the utter collapse of the Pantheon organization.”
“Oh well that makes everything better,” the Director sighs, “Dr. Hudabo how does the No Return project proceed? I had heard that you had synthesized a working viable serum?”
Dr. McTaggert raises a brow at the question and is about to speak, but a look from Dr. Hudabo silences her. She settles back shifting papers, but a thousand questions were forming in her head.
Dr. Hudabo smiles, “It proceeds on schedule, and all the students at all Institute facilities have been treated. The registration has been slower, but our new facilities worldwide, have reported good numbers for the past month, we estimate about 34% of the known elite population has received treatment since we started the program three weeks ago.”
“Excellent, any side effects?”
Dr. Hudabo adjusts his glasses, “Minor, and non-life threatening.”
Dr. Hudabo’s Office
Forty-five minutes later…
“So are you going to tell me why you said we had a working viable serum, when we are easily years away from making any working serum that isn’t downright lethal? I mean the genetic makeup of any two elites makes a universal serum nearly impossible to quantify,” Dr. McTaggert says as she storms into Dr. Hudabo’s office.
Dr. Hudabo smiles, “I lied. I tend to do that with stupid people, it makes them feel better.”
“This is a little larger then a mere white lie,” she replies back, her accent growing strong.
“Indeed, in fact I don’t see us creating a serum any time soon, Hazel. As you precisely pointed out, the genetic map of each elite is in and of itself unique. But that is precisely why I need the program we have in place. You see, we don’t need to sterilize elites, about 95% of the populace is already sterile by the mere fact of genetic and physical incompatibilities. Now could a successful couple breed? Perhaps if they were compatible, but that number is fairly low even amongst that 5%, bringing the child to term would not always be successful, and there is no way of knowing if such a child would be born with or without the Legacy virus. We need more information, and this program allows me to catalogue and identify the strains of the virus, and the genetic map of individual elites,” Dr. Hudabo replies.
“Then you mean… the whole program is one giant cover for a database of elite genomes? But what kind of purpose…” she trails off trying to make sense of everything.
“Because if we could isolate the individual genome, understand the how and why, we could inevitably build an elite from the ground up with the right capabilities for any given task. Let’s face it Hazel, we are the future, why send a man into space when I can send five elites perfectly adapted to a vacuum, with immense intellect, strength, and other talents we deem viable. How long have we been at this, ten years now? We knew from the beginning that we were wading into uncharted waters,” he says with a look detached intellect.
“So you want to control the genome? So why the farce about the sterilization, why the lies about the threat?”
“I need our resources pointed in a direction that will allow my research to remain viable. Besides the UNJE needs to believe there is hope in saving baseline and elite alike. In the end I need them kept busy, gathering data for the project. Information is the key to any victory or success. I apologize for not letting you in on this sooner, but I want you to join the project. I need you onboard there is more I want you to see. The UNJE does not want to see elites as the dominant species of the planet, if they keep the numbers low they can control a valuable and somewhat expendable resource. But what they don’t realize is that evolution even forced is inevitable,” he finishes, “all you can do is decide what side of the fence you want to be on.”
“I am in, but no more secrets, I need to know everything,” Hazel replies without even missing a beat.
Monterey, CA
August 16th, 2014 at about 1330 local time…
“So what do you think, do you think I am crazy?” Kanaka says aloud as he leans against the railing of the balcony.
Mr. McCallister shrugs his cane in his hand as he pauses to think, “I think you have an incredible story there, even by our standards.”
“Sure, but you have to admit that is often large amount of weird stuff in a short amount of time,” Kanaka shrugs, “and now it is like everything is going back to normal. It just, it seems weird Bryant.”
“I know, I am more worried about Legacy, I wonder if quitting was the right decision, I still think they needed more training, but I couldn’t,” he pauses.
Kanaka nods, “Yeah, if half of what you tell me is true, then we have much to atone for. I just have to think that we are fighting for the right reasons, I have to believe that. Even if Josiah is a total jerk, I have to believe there is something more then money and power that drives him.”
“And if there isn’t?” Bryant responds.
“Then I need to start writing a resume, but I wouldn’t be the only one. I guess I just feel like he is keeping things from me, from all of us,” the energy charged elite says with a sigh.
“You should be used to that, dating Order and all,” Bryant replies in a serious tone.
“I am not sure if we are dating, but,” he smiles, “I wouldn’t deny it in her presence.”
“Well, Kanaka I hope you can take what information I have given you, and make the best of it. Just by coming here you put your professional credibility on the line. I am a spy after all, hiding behind the Iron Curtain of America isolationism,” Bryant replies taking a seat.
“Anytime man, you know I don’t believe everything I hear, especially if it comes from our glorious leader. Oh, and Jun Min says hi,” he winks, “I have to go, told Order I would meet her for dinner in Neo-Tokyo; have to run!” his body flares with power and he is off like a shining light!
Bryant sighs, “God speed friend.”
Mudaba Adin Institute Briefing Room
August 16th, 2014 at approximately 0930 local time…
“Well it sure has been an entertaining thirty days gentleman. First we lose a whole team of young elites, then Bishop escapes,” the UNJE Director throws a pointed glance to Paragon who regards him coolly, “the President of the Congo Protectorate is killed, and we lose an entire Elite Detention Facility. Does that about sum up the string of bad luck?”
Paragon clears his throat, “You forgot about the formation of Justice Elite: Charlie, the renaming of the second team to Bravo, construction of Ciudad de Manana in memory of Mexico City, and the utter collapse of the Pantheon organization.”
“Oh well that makes everything better,” the Director sighs, “Dr. Hudabo how does the No Return project proceed? I had heard that you had synthesized a working viable serum?”
Dr. McTaggert raises a brow at the question and is about to speak, but a look from Dr. Hudabo silences her. She settles back shifting papers, but a thousand questions were forming in her head.
Dr. Hudabo smiles, “It proceeds on schedule, and all the students at all Institute facilities have been treated. The registration has been slower, but our new facilities worldwide, have reported good numbers for the past month, we estimate about 34% of the known elite population has received treatment since we started the program three weeks ago.”
“Excellent, any side effects?”
Dr. Hudabo adjusts his glasses, “Minor, and non-life threatening.”
Dr. Hudabo’s Office
Forty-five minutes later…
“So are you going to tell me why you said we had a working viable serum, when we are easily years away from making any working serum that isn’t downright lethal? I mean the genetic makeup of any two elites makes a universal serum nearly impossible to quantify,” Dr. McTaggert says as she storms into Dr. Hudabo’s office.
Dr. Hudabo smiles, “I lied. I tend to do that with stupid people, it makes them feel better.”
“This is a little larger then a mere white lie,” she replies back, her accent growing strong.
“Indeed, in fact I don’t see us creating a serum any time soon, Hazel. As you precisely pointed out, the genetic map of each elite is in and of itself unique. But that is precisely why I need the program we have in place. You see, we don’t need to sterilize elites, about 95% of the populace is already sterile by the mere fact of genetic and physical incompatibilities. Now could a successful couple breed? Perhaps if they were compatible, but that number is fairly low even amongst that 5%, bringing the child to term would not always be successful, and there is no way of knowing if such a child would be born with or without the Legacy virus. We need more information, and this program allows me to catalogue and identify the strains of the virus, and the genetic map of individual elites,” Dr. Hudabo replies.
“Then you mean… the whole program is one giant cover for a database of elite genomes? But what kind of purpose…” she trails off trying to make sense of everything.
“Because if we could isolate the individual genome, understand the how and why, we could inevitably build an elite from the ground up with the right capabilities for any given task. Let’s face it Hazel, we are the future, why send a man into space when I can send five elites perfectly adapted to a vacuum, with immense intellect, strength, and other talents we deem viable. How long have we been at this, ten years now? We knew from the beginning that we were wading into uncharted waters,” he says with a look detached intellect.
“So you want to control the genome? So why the farce about the sterilization, why the lies about the threat?”
“I need our resources pointed in a direction that will allow my research to remain viable. Besides the UNJE needs to believe there is hope in saving baseline and elite alike. In the end I need them kept busy, gathering data for the project. Information is the key to any victory or success. I apologize for not letting you in on this sooner, but I want you to join the project. I need you onboard there is more I want you to see. The UNJE does not want to see elites as the dominant species of the planet, if they keep the numbers low they can control a valuable and somewhat expendable resource. But what they don’t realize is that evolution even forced is inevitable,” he finishes, “all you can do is decide what side of the fence you want to be on.”
“I am in, but no more secrets, I need to know everything,” Hazel replies without even missing a beat.
Monterey, CA
August 16th, 2014 at about 1330 local time…
“So what do you think, do you think I am crazy?” Kanaka says aloud as he leans against the railing of the balcony.
Mr. McCallister shrugs his cane in his hand as he pauses to think, “I think you have an incredible story there, even by our standards.”
“Sure, but you have to admit that is often large amount of weird stuff in a short amount of time,” Kanaka shrugs, “and now it is like everything is going back to normal. It just, it seems weird Bryant.”
“I know, I am more worried about Legacy, I wonder if quitting was the right decision, I still think they needed more training, but I couldn’t,” he pauses.
Kanaka nods, “Yeah, if half of what you tell me is true, then we have much to atone for. I just have to think that we are fighting for the right reasons, I have to believe that. Even if Josiah is a total jerk, I have to believe there is something more then money and power that drives him.”
“And if there isn’t?” Bryant responds.
“Then I need to start writing a resume, but I wouldn’t be the only one. I guess I just feel like he is keeping things from me, from all of us,” the energy charged elite says with a sigh.
“You should be used to that, dating Order and all,” Bryant replies in a serious tone.
“I am not sure if we are dating, but,” he smiles, “I wouldn’t deny it in her presence.”
“Well, Kanaka I hope you can take what information I have given you, and make the best of it. Just by coming here you put your professional credibility on the line. I am a spy after all, hiding behind the Iron Curtain of America isolationism,” Bryant replies taking a seat.
“Anytime man, you know I don’t believe everything I hear, especially if it comes from our glorious leader. Oh, and Jun Min says hi,” he winks, “I have to go, told Order I would meet her for dinner in Neo-Tokyo; have to run!” his body flares with power and he is off like a shining light!
Bryant sighs, “God speed friend.”
