Generation Legacy Issue #7 "Innocence Lost" - Part 1

[KaintheSeeker]

Cassie

“Interesting,” Dr. Whitman ponders.

“Temporal displacement? Differing realities and other worldly beings of power… it is rather hard to believe and if you had not come to me personally then I would not have considered it to be anything but fantasy, despite…” he pauses and motions for Cassie to follow.

He leads her into a large room where several different chambers house limbs, internal organs and other extremities suspended in liquid. He turns to Cassie, “This right here is the culmination of splicing some of the genes from an elite that had incredible regenerative abilities with baseline tissue, and growing whole limb and internal organs, but he project has been shelved… or perhaps reevaluated. We got more then we bargained for, the subject became an elite, and the odd thing was he did not display the exact same traits as his “parent” donor. But this failure and unexpected side effect lead to the development of another project where we have decided to try and control the mutation process, something here to fore thought impossible.”

He gestures to an arm, “The research is actually close to pinpointing a few traits about what makes an elite, an elite. It’s intriguing that none have really divulged the fact that the trait seems to be able to pass on through several forms of transmission. There are, anomalies we have coined the “elite genome” that seems to be packed with trillions of lines of genetic code, so many in fact one could almost say an infinite amount of combinations. But this anomaly only appears in human beings, it seems incapable of affecting any other life form on this planet. This trait alone leads me to believe that this “elite genome” was perhaps constructed, but the matter of how, and by whom is up for serious debate, we don’t have the technology to reproduce it, or maybe perhaps ability is the more precise word.”

“Now what does this all have to do with you?” he shrugs, “if you are what you say you are then I can make a few assumptions, one is that my research was successful and then put to use for a military application in some type of world spanning conflict. But if you are the culmination of my work, then the reason I perhaps succeed is because you are here, standing before me now. Now what a paradox that would be, eh?”

"Yes, it is a paradox." Cassie says quietly as she looks at the container. "In one hand, I might be the inspiration that leads to the success that makes me who I am." stops to think of the vast destruction her and her 'sister-selves' helped to create in the future. "But should it be allowed to succeed? I mean, you didn't see that potential future. It wasn't a nice place Doctor, should this research be allowed to continue, could the removal of one signifigant element in that future be all that is needed to contribute to a better future." Looks at him. "Would removing you or myself from the equation be all that is needed to prevent all that loss of life, or would the future to come merely 'edit' things out." sighs as she steps back from the container. "I don't want to see that future, but I cannot with true clarity say what should be done. And without any sureity I cannot act. I mean, your next action could be to stay out of such research, for whatever reason, leaving it open for use and development by less ethical men and women. And my very existance could be the keystone to the development of what is to come." looks away saddened. "I exist, therefor the future becomes hell." her shoulders sag. "I don't understand what needs to be done."

 

[Tokiwong]

"Yes, it is a paradox." Cassie says quietly as she looks at the container. "In one hand, I might be the inspiration that leads to the success that makes me who I am." stops to think of the vast destruction her and her 'sister-selves' helped to create in the future. "But should it be allowed to succeed? I mean, you didn't see that potential future. It wasn't a nice place Doctor, should this research be allowed to continue, could the removal of one signifigant element in that future be all that is needed to contribute to a better future." Looks at him.

“I cannot make those kinds of decisions, I am just a scientist and researcher, its not my intent to create a war machine just help people, and perhaps solve some of the great mysteries of our age. I can’t jump to conclusions or chastise myself for decisions I have not even made yet,” Dr. Whitman replies.

"Would removing you or myself from the equation be all that is needed to prevent all that loss of life, or would the future to come merely 'edit' things out." sighs as she steps back from the container.

“Now that just sounds a little to draconian for my tastes,” he furrows his brow, “we really don’t know what happens to spark this ‘conflict’ you are sure is to come. I mean if you are from the future, and if you are the culmination of research I started then I must say that I am suitably impressed with my work, your likeness to my daughter is uncanny, if not a little eerie, I have to wonder if you were not so much a engine of destruction but a labor of love…”

"I don't want to see that future, but I cannot with true clarity say what should be done. And without any sureity I cannot act. I mean, your next action could be to stay out of such research, for whatever reason, leaving it open for use and development by less ethical men and women. And my very existance could be the keystone to the development of what is to come." looks away saddened. "I exist, therefor the future becomes hell." her shoulders sag. "I don't understand what needs to be done."

“I can’t stop my research I am working on grants and supported by VSC, if I can’t produce results I don’t have any money to live, let alone continue my work. But I can promise you that I will do my best to try and not create an genetic super soldier,” he muses, “we can’t worry about decisions that we don’t understand, or well have not even happened yet. We can’t blame the destruction of the world that has yet to be on you, Miss Prophet. I am sure if it is to come to pass, then there are many other factors at stake…”

 

[Samnell]

Mark speaks into his communicator, "Strength's down, let's keep him there and move this thing out into the street where we can see everyone." Mark pauses for a second, but then speeds over to Strength and kicks him in the side.

Should of just talked to us.

 

[Tokiwong]

Mark speaks into his communicator, "Strength's down, let's keep him there and move this thing out into the street where we can see everyone." Mark pauses for a second, but then speeds over to Strength and kicks him in the side.

Should of just talked to us.

Initiative List: Yoshi 34, Black Heaven 20, Mark 19, Kiyana 19, Ryan 16, Anika 12, (7) Thugs 11, Mistress 9, James 8, Star 6, Strength 6; Mark strikes Strength with an 18, but no damage is done.

Mark inneffectively strikes Strength with his kick but no damage seems to be done!

Meanwhile...

Kiyana scowls at the corpses from the blast, "Damn... I tried to so hard to protect them... and now this..." she looks around, the only one alive is the man that Kiyana had used her water shield on... "No sign of the other elite, can we confirm that Mistress is down?" she asks to the others, "if so we need to get this civillin out of here."

But the black mist still remains obscuring the vision to the other side of the room...

It is now Ryan's turn...

 

[KaintheSeeker]

Cassie


Cassie thinks on the doctor's counter arguements for a while, keeping quiet while she paces back and forthing thinking on his comments. "So, I was correct in thinking that I did look quite a bit like your late daughter. I wonder.. is there anyway you can tell if your procedures were used on a person afterwards? Some markers or such? I would like you to check mine if you could."

 

[Hammerhead]

I forgot about the civilians. After everything...she's still dead. I don't know who that guy is, but he will pay.

Ryan snarls "I'm not letting him get away! And I'm pretty sure that she's down." Ryan attempts to look around for any sign of movement in the smoke. He then speaks into his communicator "We still have an enemy around, and I could use Mark and Yoshi's help in catching him."

If he's in this building, he's going to be caught eventually. Personally, I would use the smoke as a diversion to run. Well, that is, if I were a sissy twelve year old.

Ryan then flies out of the building and into the air, attempting to spot Black Heaven.

Spot +6, Double move out and into the air.

 

[Tokiwong]

Cassie


Cassie thinks on the doctor's counter arguements for a while, keeping quiet while she paces back and forthing thinking on his comments. "So, I was correct in thinking that I did look quite a bit like your late daughter. I wonder.. is there anyway you can tell if your procedures were used on a person afterwards? Some markers or such? I would like you to check mine if you could."

"I am not sure if I am following the question, do you mean if the process was performed on a subject that was not in the womb? Perhaps yes, it would be easy enough to see," he says with a shrug, "I think."

 

[Tokiwong]

I forgot about the civilians. After everything...she's still dead. I don't know who that guy is, but he will pay.

Ryan snarls "I'm not letting him get away! And I'm pretty sure that she's down." Ryan attempts to look around for any sign of movement in the smoke. He then speaks into his communicator "We still have an enemy around, and I could use Mark and Yoshi's help in catching him."

If he's in this building, he's going to be caught eventually. Personally, I would use the smoke as a diversion to run. Well, that is, if I were a sissy twelve year old.

Ryan then flies out of the building and into the air, attempting to spot Black Heaven.

Spot +6, Double move out and into the air.

Ryan rolls an 18 spot, he does not see Black Heaven outside the building but he can see Strength and the rest of the team.

Ryan flies outside and sees the scene below, with Strength, and the growing crowd, and the mist and smoke emanating from the go-go bar. The young lites have definitely caused stir, as he can see a CNN chopper approaching over the skyline... although flying even faster are two UNJE aerodynes, towards the location.

It is now Anika's turn.

 

[Shalimar]

Kelly is not quite sure how she should feel, she thinks Tommy sounds a little disappointed in her, though she isn't quite sure why, but she also feels happy that Tommy seemed to tell her that he was helping those people in the tubes like she thought. She watches as everyone bustles around trying to look busy for the boss, and she cannot help but wear a small smile at the flurry of activity Tommy induces.

"Well, if it helps those people in the tubes, then thers nothing wrong with it at least I don't think there is." she says with a smile and a shrug. She follows the other Elite up the rising hallway that he gestures her to.

 

[Tokiwong]

Kelly is not quite sure how she should feel, she thinks Tommy sounds a little disappointed in her, though she isn't quite sure why, but she also feels happy that Tommy seemed to tell her that he was helping those people in the tubes like she thought. She watches as everyone bustles around trying to look busy for the boss, and she cannot help but wear a small smile at the flurry of activity Tommy induces.

"Well, if it helps those people in the tubes, then thers nothing wrong with it at least I don't think there is." she says with a smile and a shrug. She follows the other Elite up the rising hallway that he gestures her to.

Tommy just nods politely, and continues walking.

He walks up the ascent, “This facility is not completely unique, and I have three other facilities like this one across the globe in out of the way locations. Each was a massively expensive undertaking, but none are as extensive as this structure, the others are simply factories, and very little research is done at those sites. But enough with the boring details.”

He pauses on a balcony overlooking a storage bay where hundreds of STAR androids stand in silence, “This is one of three holding chambers for my creations. These are ready to be deployed, and serve the betterment of mankind, its murder trying to keep pace with the UNJE orders.”

Tommy rests his hands on the balcony, “Oh my sister would like to speak with you.”