Story Lore

## Reform

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Timeline: 10/16 - Features: Dixon, Flare, Taco, Brollie, Raptor

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A man sits in his chair, feet up on his control desk, looking up at his surveillance screens. The room is dark, but the light from the screens give him the light he needs. He's zoned out on them. Slow day in Seattle it seems. Barely anything interesting or willing to get your hands dirty for.

There are Unopened papers on his control board. Most of them simple bills, others just junk. Among them though is one envelope branding the symbol of Daylight. There is a reason it remains closed. He hates the constant reminder of his actions while he worked for Codex. Daylight is just a child born from that mistake in his mind.

The door behind him opens, and the lights turn on.

"Anything?" A young girl with flowing hair the colour of fire slowly walks into the room.

“Looks like we're getting the night off, Flare.” The man responds. He takes his feet off the board and turns to look at her.

"That doesn't mean we still can't have fun, right?" She says cheerfully. “I'll go get Taco and we can go out on the town, get some drinks, have a little fun. Whatch'ya say?”

The man smiles, but shows no excitement against the offer. “You and Taco can go have fun. I'm going to stay here. Maybe clean up the place. Who knows, maybe the cameras will pick up something.”

“Alrighty...” Flare responds slowly. “But you'll be missing out.”

Flare walks out of the room, turning off the lights, but not closing the door. The man turns around, back to his screens, and puts his feet back on his control board. He takes his pistol out of his pocket and twirls it in his hand.

After a few seconds, his communication screen lights up. He looks over to see that he's got an incoming call from Daylight Headquarters. The man scoffs "Guess she found my number.”

He sits there, reluctant to answer the call. He waits until it ends, then he goes back to watching the surveillance screens.

The call comes in again.

“Looks like they're gonna be stubborn about this.” The man thinks.

He picks up the call.

On the screen, a young blonde girl with a beauty mark on her left cheek appears on the screen.

“BROLLIE! I GOT HIM, HE ACTUALLY PICKED UP!” She screams happily. “Hi sir. My names Daniella, i've heard many stories about you. Is it true that you-”

Daniella is suddenly inturrupted by another girl offscreen. She slowly walks into view

“That's enough, Dani.”

The man looks impatient.

“Sorry Madam.” Daniella says, bowing, and walking offscreen.

“One of your members, I assume?” The man says.

“Yes. Anyways, I called to see if you had received our message”

The man looks over at the envelope with the Daylight logo on it.

“Received, yes. Read... No.”

Brollie looks down with an expression of exaustion.

“Why won't you join us Dixon” She says, looking back up at him on the screen.

“Do you REALLY want me to get into why?” Dixon askes.

“Yes yes Dixon the whole 'causing world war 3 and being betrayed' thing, but do you really think that matters anymore. What's done is done.”

Dixon stays quiet.

“Listen. I've already contacted Elico. As reluctant as he was, he's still going to join. It'd be nice to have the gang back together and fix you- I mean, our mistakes.”

Dixon gets a stern look on his face. “Yeah, lets get the old gang back together, so we- sorry, I, can make the same mistakes that were made before.”

Brollie looks at him through the screen. “We were all betrayed, and that's why I staged that revolution at Codex. I wanted to do some actual good in the world, and that's why Daylight exists. You can help me do that good, Dixon.”

There is a long pause between the two.

A ringing sounds starts on Brollies end.

“Thats Ruhinder... I'll have to get back to you later, Dixon.”

Brollie hangs up, and Dixon is left in the illumination of his surveillance screens. He looks over at the envelope, and picks it up.

“You should do it” Flare says in the background.

Dixon turns his chair to see her standing in the doorway, twirling a glowing throwing knife.

“Have you been eavesdropping this whole time?” Dixon Inquires.

“Does that matter?” She responds. “You should really take their offer.”

Dixon looks at her sternly. “I dont think you understand.”

“I don't need to understand, Dixon. Its a chance to help fix this broken world. Anybody who can help, should help.”

Dixon looks at the envelope. “And who knows, could be more fun that taking out criminals on the streets of Seattle” Flare laughs as she disappears down the hallway.

## Capture

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Timeline: 3/16 - Features: Wallin, O'Maly, Mikey, Raptor

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A large man fades into reality. It's dark, but he notices a light above his head. He tries to move, but he cant. He's tied to a chair with an excessive amount of rope. His mouth is covered with tape. He struggles, but cannot get free. Normally his size would make this easy, but it looks like whoever did this to him knew that, hence the excessive rope.

As the room becomes more clear, the man starts making out more things. The light is simply a lightbulb in the middle of the room. The room itself is basically empty, but he does spot his riot shields in a corner. The room smells of alcohol and dirt. The man calms down slightly. He doesn't remember how he got here. The last thing he can bring to mind was charging into Ireland with his squad of fascist soldiers. They were met with light resistance, and then it all went black.

There is a slam in the distance, and the room settles slightly.

Two men enter the room. One is a large fellow with a hi-tech gun in one hand and a beer in the other. The other is a leaner man, dressed nicely, and his face is concealed by the shadow of his hat.

“Looks like our boy is awake, ain't that right, Mikey?” The smaller man says to Mikey, the bigger man.

“Sure does. That means we can beat him now, right?” Mikey Inquires.

The tied up man looks at Mikey,  and agressively shakes at the rope.

The leaner man gets up close to the hostage's face. “Listen, Lad. You are going to tell us what you were doing in our land, and you are going to tell us what Wayland's Plan is.”

The Lean man pulls off the tape over the hostages mouth. and is immediately rewarded with a headbutt to the face.

The lean man stumbles back, holding his nose. “Oh, You Cunt. Pull that off again, and you'll be getting the buisness end of Mikey's shoe!”

The hostage starts to talk on a deep German accent. “Do what you want, I won't talk.”

Mikey starts to take off his shoe. “Can I whack him now, O'Maly?” Mikey asks.

O'Maly lets go of his face, showing a bruised nose. “Only when he's being disobedient, lad.”

“Do you really think a shoe is going to keep me in check?” The hostage laughs.

Mikey gives him a good whack his is shoe.

O'Maly pulls out a holo-projector from his pocket and brings up an image of the hostage.

“Says here his name is Wallen Wallace. He's the leader of D-squad of Waylands Fascist army. And, it looks like you've got some heat with Daylight, dont ya lad.”

“They are just ants in our path to the true world. We will see Wayland's dream, and we will bring our vision into the future.” Wallen says.

“Yeah, I Don't think so lad. See, this is what's going to happen. You're going to tell us everything you know about Wayland and his plans. If you don't, Then you'll be stuck down here for quite some time, and I don't like to share my food with enemies.” O'Maly says.

“Make me!” Wallen yells.

Mikey slaps him again with his shoe.

“Next time lad, it'll be a cap in the knee. Understood?”

“Shoot me all you want, scum. I'd rather die than tell you about our plan!” Wallen shakes.

Mikey gives him another slap with his shoe. O'Maly paces around, trying to think. After a moment, he comes up with an idea.

He gives Daylight headquarters a call.

“HI JOHNNY!” Screams a young blonde girl with a beauty mark on her left cheek.

“Well hello Dani. Is Brollie around?” O'Maly inquires.

“Not right now, why?” Danielle askes.

“I've got one of your wanted boys, the leader of D-Squad, Wallen Wallace.”

“WOW, how'd you guys capture him!?”

“Tha'ts a story for later, miss. Nontheless, We need to get a jet out here so we can bring back the lad for further questioning. Currently he is reluctant to talk, and I think I have way to change his mind.”

“Oh? and what may that be?”

O'Maly pauses, looks over at Wallen, then looks back at the holo-screen with Daniella on it.

“Disuku is still at base, yes?”

There is a pause.

“She is, but... isn't that a little, cruel?” Daniella asks.

“Anything to make this boy talk” O'Maly says sternly.

“Well, I'll contact Brollie, let her know to send a jet out there to pick him up, and I'll talk to Disuku.” Danielle says.

“Thank you, miss Dani.” O'Maly finishes.

“No problem, sweetie” Danielle responds as the call ends.

O'Maly turns to Wallen, then to Mikey, then back to Wallen.

“Well, lad. I hope you like music.

## Hunter

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Timeline: 12/16 - Features: Storm, Razi

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"Man, this sucks" A Young man curses to himself as he sits atop a tall building. Midnight has fallen apon London, and he lays, basking in the moonlight. "I thought joining Daylight would give me a sense of purpose. Instead, I'm chest-deep in enemy territory trying to find information on some old super-human project that might not even be alive"

The Young man tosses himself from his back onto his belly. He looks out onto the City. He can see all the car lights moving like far-off dots traveling quickly in straight lines. The office buildings keep the darkness away. Street lights illuminate the roads, and with it some of the late-night citizens wandering the town. The man takes his sights off them and turns in another direction.

Much darker.

The residential area. He has such a wide view, he can see the differences that the city has from it. It was dark, it was gloomy, and it was quiet.

Heck, London's soo big. How the heck was he supposed to find who he was looking for up here? He turns back to watch the lights of the city centre

A faint sound catches his ear. He turns back almost instantly. He pulls out his giant Sniper Rifle and sets it up. He scopes up.

Nothing. At least not anymore. He knows he didn't hear anything. Something is going on, he just has to find it in the darkness. He'll find it. Eventually.

He finds it through his scope, but only for a second. The sound he heard before also happens again.

He saw it. A girl was there.

But not anymore.

"What the? Finally. Some action." The Young Man says, collecting his stuff, and finding a way off the building. His trek takes some time, but after awhile he makes it into the heart of residential country. he keeps stealth, slowly approaching the area he noted from the top of the building.

He never forgets a location.

"This is it. Hopefully I'm not to late" He whispers, examining the area. The girl he saw was nowhere to be seen. However, some light blue cloth was spotted near an alleyway. close to the location.

He examines the area.

Blood. Lots of Blood. It leaves a trail going down the alleyway. He says nothing standing in the alleyway. The Young Man walks slowly. He keeps his large Sniper ready. The Alley is darker that it should be. It feels damp and unsettling. The man feels a little on edge, but also happy to be getting some action instead of sitting on the rooftops. He does not say a word. Any sound might alert something. he just keeps low and ready. He follows the trail of blood. Its alot of blood

Way too much blood.

There's no way that girl's alive.

Until Storm notices a body limp out of A bush. Then collapse into the dirt.

There's Blood everywhere.

The Young man becomes more unsettled. Slowly he approaches. a unnormal amount of blood is pooled around this bush.

His view becomes much darker.

He can tell that the girl is dead, but he still goes and checks it out. As he steps close to the body, he slowly turns her over.

Her face is missing. Carved out.

Her limbs are cut and chopped. She's missing her hands and most of her lower arms. her chest looks as if somebody ripped her entire chest out in one go. Her neck looks as if it was bitten into and mauled. The Young man crouches over her in terror. He has a deep sense of dread and fear wash over him.

He turns to look around.

Nothing but darkness.

He cannot see anything in the distance.

He starts hearing faint heaving. He smells blood and rotting meat. A dark and damp fog wafts around his feet.

"I know... Storm..." A raspy and deep voice chimes, seemingly from all around Strom. He does not get up and move, paralyzed by fear.

"Another... join the family..." The voice fades in and out. The Young man finally stands up. He looks around, but he's still met with the dark, thick fog. The Body on the ground dissappears into the dark fog as it thickens amongst the dirt of the alleyway.

"Defiance... Challenge?" The Dark voice cackles. The Man keeps looking around. Hesitent, he finally decides to try and run out of the fog, but as soon as he takes his first step, he is met with a butcher's cleaver coming at him. He throws his sniper rifle in the way to block it, and he is pinned to the ground.

"I WILL SEND YOU TO MOTHER!" The Voice yells at him, but this time it came from this being holding the cleaver. It was a large, deformed being. It was wearing a black mask, but his tounge hung out of it. His weight was powerful, and The Man tried to hold off, but he was failing. He had to think of something quick or else he was probably gonna end up like that young girl.

Best not to think about that.

The Being lifted his weight off, preparing to smash back down his his cleaver.

Perfect.

The Man grabs for his sidearm and shoots. He hits the being. It staggers for a second.

Perfect... again.

The Man steadies his sniper. From the ground, he aims up at the beings face.

He pulls the trigger, and a loud bang goes off.

The fog goes away.

The Being disappears.

The darkness goes back to being normal.

The Man looks around. Nothing.

The dead girl still dead ont he ground. The blood still immense. He, however, was unharmed.

Scared and Confused, but Physically Unharmed.

The Man booked it. He ran back to his camping spot uptop the building he was on before. He's not sure if he found what he was looking for or just walked into the wrong situation and almost got himself killed, but it's something to report back to Daylight

## Secrets of MythCo.

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Timeline: 8/16 - Features: Ruhinder, Raptor, Janus

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“Hey Dani, can you go grab me a screwdriver!” A man with a light Indian accent yells from across the room. His hands deep into a robot, laid out on an operating table.

“Just a sec, Ruhinder.” Danielle responds from another room.

Ruhinder fiddles around inside the robots head, wires and circuit boards flow out from the exposed panel in the back of one of the heads.

“What exactly are you doing to poor Janus here?” Danielle inquires.

“Well, I found him on the outskirts of India, near the Himalayas, beaten and broken. When I repaired him the first time, I noticed a locked memory bank in both heads. I was unable to unlock the one in the broken head, and the one in Janus's head is extremely damaged. I figured now would be a good time to take the time to try and repair the circuitry so I can figure out why he ended up in the Himalayas.”

Ruhinder Attaches a holo-device to one of the wires and sodders some of the others to the circuitry to connect the flow of electricity.

“He was made in a MythCo factory in Romania, which is quite far away from where I found him. Given his condition at the time, it is safe to assume that something bad went down at the factory.”

Danielle pops into the room with the requested screwdriver. “Well, if something terrible happened, then why wasn't anything regarding it show up on the news?”

“I would only assume that the workers tried to cover it up” Ruhinder explained. “But thats why I'm trying to unlock this memory bank.”

“What else have you learned about our friend?” Danielle asks.

“Well” Ruhinder starts “His Commission stamp says 'Project W4RH0RS3.', which doesn't make much sense when his other head has its own stamp that says 'Project J4N0S'. As well, there is no sign of a factory stamp, which either implies a worker mistake, or that they didn't want this to be identified to a specific factory wing of MythCo.”

“So they wanted this to be a classified project?” Danielle ponders.

The Holo-projector flickers, and a screen shows up.

“I guess we'll see here in a sec, Dani” Ruhinder laughs, finally opening the Memory bank.

Ruhinder plays back the first person view of the memory locked in the bank.

Static.

For some time, it is mostly static, however, there are faint sounds that can be heard through it. Sounds of Alarms, Screaming, Death. During the sound, the static goes away, and for a brief few seconds an image appears. Ruhinder quickly rewinds and paused the video back to the point of clarity.

It shows bright lasers, scientists running for their lives, and what looks like two warriors trying to fight Janus.

“Who are those guys?” Danielle asks.

“They... can't be? Is that why they were dis-banned?” Ruhinder exclaims softly.

Ruhinder unpaused the video and lets the static run to the end.

At the very end, a faint repetition can be heard. “The end is, the end is, the end is.”

Ruhinder turns to Danielle. “Have you ever heard of the WARRIORS?”

“Wasn't that the project that was meant to re-create superpowered versions of some of history's greatest warriors?” She answered, unsure.

“Yes, and the project was scrapped a few years ago suddenly. Perhaps Janus is the reason why. We need to try and find any of the remaining Warriors.”

“If any of them survived” Danielle added.

Ruhinder looked at her and smirked. “There are always survivors.”

He started putting all the circuitry back into Janus's main head and turned him back on.

“What. Did. You. Do?” Janus asked.

“I just got a little closer to figuring out what really happened to you, Janus.” Ruhinder smiled.

“Good to have you back up and running, buddy.” Danielle added.

Janus nooded.

“So? Where do we start, Ruhinder?” Daniella inquired.

“Well, there were quite a few Warriors that were part of the project. From that image though, it looked like a Knight and a Spartan.”

“How do we start looking for them then?” She asks.

“Well, each warrior was originally pulled from the home or origin, so if anything, Knight might be in London, and Spartan might be in... well, Sparta.” He chuckled.

“So we send teams to each place to try and find them? But London is a no-fly-zone for us right now.” Danielle worries.

“Here's the plan. Captain Brollie has got a jet set for Ireland tomorrow to go pick up a hostage. I'll take Storm with me to Ireland, where Storm will them go on an undercover mission into London to search out Knight. I'll then take an airliner to Greece. Hopefully, we'll find one of the two, and I'll take an airliner back to Ireland and meet back up with Storm.” Ruhinder explains.

“Sounds like a plan.” Danielle applauds.

## Fire Monkey

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Timeline: 4/16 - Features: Valdez, Doc, Mondarri, Sasha

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“For fucks sake, for fucking sake, why the fucking hell those shitheads gotta go and fuck up my fucking life.” A small man curses, his flamethrower clutched closely to his chest as he hides up against a wall. Bulletfire can be heard in the background

“Chill with the words, mate” Another man, much taller than the other, yells as he follows suit toward the wall.

“So Fucking help me god as soon as I get a damn oppurtunity i'm gonna go out there and burn all of their Fucking faces off!” The smaller man yells.

The taller man gets up and walks over to the edge of the wall. He immediently recoils, avoiding a bullet.

“We can't just fucking wait here, Yanich!” The smaller man yells. “We need to fight them off!”

“There's too many!” Yanich yells as he crawls back to the smaller man. “We have to retreat, Valdez!”

“I dont fucking retreat!” Valdez yells as he gets up of the wall. He preps his flamethrower. Yanich grabs his hand.

“You can't! The Dustwalkers have taken this town. We have to escape or we'll die.”

Valdez looks around, silencing out the gunfire. Sturt Creek was his home, this place is where he lived for many years. This was his home, and he wasn't about to let some cheap gang take his home away from, at least without it burning to the ground.

“If they're going to take my home, im at least going to burn it down so they can't fucking have it!”

Valdez runs out of cover and starts his flamethrower, a giant cone of flames now engulfed the room.

“BURN IN HELL, BITCHES” He yells as he slowly walks through the room, burning everything in his path.

The flamethrower stops. Valdez staggers. The sounds of gunshots strengthen. He was shot.

“Goddamnit Valdez, get out of there!” Yanich yells.

Valdaz falls to the ground, and quickly takes cover behind a table that's been tipped on its side. The room flickers with heat from the now raging fire. Gang members yell, but they do not retreat.

Yanich rushes and slides to Valdez's position. “Look what you've fucking done, Mate! We're leaving, now!” He yells.

“NO!” Valdez yells. “You go! If I'm going to die, i'm going to take these fucking bitches to hell with me.” Valdez says, slowly getting up.

“I'm not leaving you!” Yanich yells as he takes out his gun and starts shooting from behind cover.

The flames grow more intense.

Yanich is shot down.

No holding on.

Shot, then limp on the floor.

Valdez watches.

“See you in hell, old friend” He whispers as he points his flamethrower up at the ceiling.

A crash can be heard.

More bullets, but from behind. Valdez tries to turn around and look, but his vision is blurry.

A man rushes toward him.

“Ay, Looks like we have a survivor” He yells as he grabs onto Valdez and starts pulling him back behind the wall.

Valdez tries to make out the man, but he's disorientated from his position.

“Patch him up and lets get him outta here!” Yells a female voice with an african accent.

A sharp pain goes through Valdez's neck, and he blacks out.

Valdez wakes up on a couch, inside a house he's never seen before.

“The Fuck? Where am I?” he exclaims, confused.

“You've got quite the mouth?” A man says, sitting in a chair away from Valdez, who recognizes this man as the person who saved him from the burning building.

“And who the fuck are you?” Valdez exclaims to the man in the chair.

“My name is Doctor Jared Brown, but you can call me Doc, and I expect better manners out of you around her, kid.”

“What's with all the profanity, Doc!” A voice echoes from another room.

“Our survivor is awake, Mondarri!” Doc answers.

Two women enter the room. One is dark skinned, freckled, and otherwise unpleased by the use of Valdez's speech. The other is a strong-looking woman who is wearing what is basically a scarf made of bullets.

“Looks like small fire boy forgot manners at burning building” The Bullet-wearing woman jokes. Her russian accent putting a weird look on Valdez.

“Who the fu-... uh, heck, are you guys and what are we all doing here.” Valdez inquires'

“Well, you know Jared. He's our Resident physician.” Mondarri speaks. “I'm Elise Mondarri, and this here is Sasha. This is our base of operations.”

“And were exactly are we?” Valdez asks.

The three look at each other, then back at Valdez.

“We're in Wyndham, just north of Sturt Creek.” Mondarri answers.

“And what exactly are you guys doing here, and why did you fu-... rescue me?” Valdez inquires, trying not let out any more curses.

“We're members of a group called Daylight, and we're here on a mission to end the outbreak of all the gang-related violence that's been going on out here. We rescued you on the assumption that you were fighting back against the Dustwalkers.” Mondarri explains

“AND because you were dying.” Doc chimed in.

“So what the f-... heck am I supossed to do? Help fight with you guys.” Valdez says with a hint of anger in his voice.

“Well, Thats up to you. We're not going to force anything on you, but all the help we can get is appreciated.” Mondarri confirms.

Valdez looks down, smiling.

“Where's my fucking flamethrower?”

## Reluctance

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Timeline: 5/16 - Features: Synth, Kix

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Rain falls outside a courtyard.  A woman dressed in shining armour walks toward a large building connected to the courtyard. She opens the large doors slowly, leading her into a dark room lit only by candlelight.

“Father? You asked to see me?” She calls, her voice echoing through the room. The faint sound of rain can still be heard.

Silence.

“Father. Are you here?” She calls, her voice echoing again.

“I'm in the armour room” a voice responds, likely the woman's father. She walk through an archway that lead into the barracks, amd then through another that led her into the armoury.

“You asked to see me, Father?” The woman asked.

“Grab a chair, Cynthia. We've got quite a bit to talk about.” Her father says, grabbing a nearby chair and sitting down.

Cynthia grabs her own chair and sits across from her father.

“So, Daylight contacted me again.” He started.

“What! The contacted you... Why? Shouldn't they have contacted me? I thought-”

“Cynthia, that's enough!” Her father inturrupts. “It doesn't matter. They're simply recruiting more members, and are asking if any of our members would like to join their cause.”

“And leave ours?!” Cynthia exclaims.

“That is why we are talking now, child. You are our leader, and you are to lead your warriors.”

“But why would Daylight ask to recruit our warriors? Don't they have enough to fight their cause?”

“There is no limit to how many can fight for you, and it's not like they fight for anything we don't.” Her father continues.

“Excuse me. We fight for New Scandinavia, for our independence, and for our freedom. Daylight is just another organization fighting for its own selfish reasons.” Cynthia expresses.

“But they are fighting to stop this spread of terror through Europe, just as we are! Don't you think we could be of help!?” Her father explains, his old tone growing louder.

There is a small crash in the background.

“Who's there?” Cynthia responds to the sound.

A large woman wearing almost identical armour to Cynthia walks out from the darkness.

“Sorry for eavesdropping Lady Cynthia.” She pauses and looks toward Cynthia's father. “Sir Bepqil. Apoligies.”

“What are you doing, Kix?” Cynthia replies.

“I couldn't help but overhear your conversation from a few rooms over, so I came to see what's going on.”

Bepqil slowly looks over at Cynthia, then back at Kix.

“So Catheren, where do you stand?”

“Excuse me?” Kix exclaims.

“You said you were listening. So what do you think? Should we send over a couple men to Daylight?” Bepqil elaborates.

“If we fight for the same reason, and they are asking, then what harm can come from it? I'd even personally volunteer to go over there.”

Cynthia sits, silent.

“What harm comes from it, Synth?” Kix adds.

“I dont want anybody leaving.” Cynthia exclaims quietly.

“Ah, well, that's the best part.” Bepqil laughs. “You see, While they are recruiting members, they are aware of the Crusaders and what we stand for, so they offered a plan where you go to their base for a few days, get briefed on whatever it is that you need, and you'll be sent back with some gear. They don't want to take anyone, they just want some eyes and ears in our group.”

“So like spies?” Cynthia stared back at her father.

“No.” He confirmed sternly. “More like, informants. Some people to transfer information back and forth between us and them.”

There is a silence.

“Then why the hell didn't they just contact me and tell me if that's all they want?!” Cynthia says loudly, her hands turning to fists.

“CHILD!” Bepqil yells. “Thats enough.”

More silence.

“So Kix, you're ok with taking this oppurtunity.” Cynthia says, reluctantly.

“If you're going through with it, then yes.” She answers.

“Alright. Father, contact them and tell them we'll take their offer.”

Bepqil nods.

“And tell them that next time, they are to contact me, the Leader of the Crusaders.”

Bepqil looks at Cynthia.

“Sure” He says quietly.

Kix looks over at Cynthia. “This is a good thing you're doing, Synth.”

“I hope so. I don't want our values to go to waste.” Cynthia sighs.

## Interrogation [Part 1]

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Timeline: 9/16 - Features: Brollie, O'Maly, Mikey, Disuku, Wallin

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Outside a room, newly dubbed the "Improv Interrogation Room", A circle of people gather.

“Let's figure out what's going on.” Brollie says.

Her, O'Maly, Mikey, and Disuku all enter the room to meet their prisoner, Wallen Wallace.

“So ready to talk yet, mate?” O'Maly starts.

Wallen stays silent.

Disuku grabs her stereo and places it onto the table seperating the four from Wallen.

Wallen stares at it.

“I'll give ya one last chance, mate. You tell me what you were doing in my land.” O'Maly says, moving closer to the table.

Wallen looks at Disuku, then at O'Maly.

“...We were sent by Commander Carpenter to deal with your little rebellion” Wallen says reluctantly.

“And? Come on, mate, there's gotta be more to it” O'Maly adds.

Wallen stares at him awkwardly.

“I was given orders by my commander to send D-squad into Irish territory to fend off your rebellion.” Wallen repeated.

“Why the hell would yer boss just send ye into our territory just for the sake of fighting us?” O'Maly responded.

Wallen doesn't respond.

“So you were just given orders to come look for a fight?” O'Maly Inquired

“Wait there was a fight?” Brollie chimed in.

"Yeah there was a fight. How else you figured we captured him?” O'Maly responded.

“You told me you simply captured him, you didn't tell me there was a fight!” Brollie exclaimed.

“Well what'd you expect, you just think we found the cunt wandering around the pub?”

“What pub?” Mikey added.

“No pub, Mikey.”

“Then what happened. You're supossed to tell me this” Brollie added.

“What im I supossed to say. There was a fight, we captured this mate, we brought him back, the end”

“How about you start with how it started?” Brollie asked.

“At the pub” Mikey chimed in.

“We were playing some darts with Jack”

“Good he was” Mikey added.

“Which Jack?” Disuku asked.

“Does it matter, mate?”

“Your brother?” Brollie asked.

“No Jack Nicholson, yes my brother! We were playing darts when James...”

“Now theres a James?” Brollie asked.

“Shut up woman and let me explain. James came into the pub...”

“Flying Cauldrons” Mikey added

“...and told us there was an enemy squadron advancing on our land”

“Wallens squad?” Brollie asked.

“Well seeing as how we've captured him... no, not at all.”

“Then why do we have him?” Disuku asked.

“My god, lads. Just, once we assembled our forces we went out to meet them.”

“No we went out and started shooting.” Mikey added.

“Tha'ts what I meant, you cunt”

“Then why didn't you say that?” Mikey asked.

“Because im trying to explain to Eden what the hell happened.”

“But that's not-”

“Anyways, Lars threw out a smoke grenade to obscure their vision.”

“Which Lars” Brollie asked.

“We've got 3 different Lars, why the hell does it matter?”

“O'Conner, McGuinnis, McMalley?” Brollie asked.

“McGuinnis” Mikey laughs.

“Yes, McGuinnis, he took the front line and lobbed the smoke grenade in.”

“Then?” Brollie added.

“We'll what do you think? We went in, killed some fascists, took their leader, the guy we SHOULD BE interrogating instead of getting all over me.”

“Well how'd you capture him?” Brollie asked.

“I just told you! We snuck into their ranks, killed some soldiers, amd took this cunt by surprise.”

“You and your big friend took my shields away, then tied me up and dragged me away.” Wallen chimed in.

“What big friend?” Mikey asked.

“You! you daft cunt. You were there!”

“I wasn't sure” Mikey whispered.

“And thats it?” Brollie finished.

“Unless you got any more stupid questions for me, then yes. That was it, now can we get back to interrogating Wallen?”

“Which Wallen?” Disuku asked.

Everybody collectively looked at her.

“Who the hell do you think, Jap?”

“Sorry, Maly, there's just been so much back and forth and I was starting to enjoy it.” She smiled as she shrugged.

O'Maly pulls the hat on his head and agressively sighed into it.

“Everybody out” O'Maly said agressively.

The three silently walked out the door.

Wallen looks at O'Maly with a hardened look.

“Well, looks like i've got some pent-up rage, and you've the perfect lad to let it all loose on.” O'Maly says softly as he goes to turn on Disuku's stereo.

“I don't like her music all that much, but right now... it'll help with the rage.

## Home

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Timeline: 2/16 - Features: Elico

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Home.

Tulsa.

Okla-fucking-homa.

Where it all went downhill.

A man stands out front of an old, abandoned farmhouse. The building falling to pieces, the fences broken, the grass overgrown and almost untraversable.

It's been over 15 years since Eli was returned to his childhood home, childhood being loosely used in the sense. He slowly walks through the grass, and up to the door.

His last stop before he tries to right the wrong he's done. His last stop to clear his head before joining Daylight. Most importantly, his last stop to finding his brother.

He carefully opens the door to the house. The building creaks, and dust falls in front of his face.

He slowly moves into the room. Light shines in patches around the delapidated room, dust catching little freckles of light. Old broken pieces of furniture held up against the walls.

He can barely remember the house, and now it looks like a mess. It's become a reflection of what's happened to his family.

Where was his room? Where was anybody's room? Eli searched around the farmhouse slowly, searching for any sign of a room that might belong to him or his brother.

Perhaps he found one. Normally the rooms looked the same. Dark, broken, empty. This one was the same.

But what made it different sent a chill down his spine.

In the last room he checked, there was a picture frame sitting face-down on the middle of the floor, surrounded by broken glass.

He instinctively turned on his Digistruct-Modulator.

Eli froze as the door swung open, the room in full view.

The frame store him in the soul.

What was it doing there? What kind of trap was this?

He was reluctant, but slowly moved toward the broken frame.

He felt the room get extremely cold as he put his hand on the frame.

His assassin instincts kicked in.

One look at the picture, and he knew he was in trouble.

It was old family photo, back when Eli was a baby. The photo was tampered in a morbid way. The faces of his mother and father scratched out, an X over his brothers face, and a red arrow pointing at him.

There was somebody in the room with him.

Eli turned to the door, and was met with a hand phasing through his body.

Eli jumped backwards, crouched, and pulled out his Sniper Rifle.

Dust filled the room, but neither him nor the other assassin moved.

The dust settled.

“Why hello, Eli.” The other assassin said, his one-handed crossbow pointing at Eli.

“Park?” Eli exclaimed.

“Took you long enough to come home” Parker laughed, lowering his crossbow.

“What the... why are you here? Where the hell have you been?” Eli asked, standing up, his Sniper still focused on Parker.

“Have you not figured it out?” He said, laughing deeply.

Eli stared at the picture frame on the floor.

“You've worked for the government. You should know what happened.” Parker said.

Eli just stood in silence.

“You have no idea?” Parker laughed. “You truly don't have a clue? You've had 15 years to figure this out!” His voice rises.

“I've been trying to find you!” Eli retorted.

“And look how long that took! Maybe in another 15 years you'll figure out why mom and dad died.”

Eli takes a shot.

Parker dissapears.

The room stays cold.

“Where did you go!” Eli yells, his voice shaking the house.

No response.

He goes to pick up the picture. Without looking at it, he takes it out of the frame, folds it up, and puts it in his pocket.

Parkers words echo in his head.

There was a reason for their deaths? There was a reason his family was torn apart? There was a reason he was left to survive by himself for over 15 years?

Not only that, but he finally finds his brother, and then he suddenly gets up and dissapears.

He shuts off his Digistruct-Modulator, and leaves the room.

Many emotions running through his head.

Now he has a new drive. Find out what happened to his parents.

But where to start?

Parker just up and left. Eli has no clue where to begin his search.

Maybe Daylight can help

## Doubt

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Timeline: 6/16 - Features: Brollie, Hinuk

```

The cold wind blows.
Flakes of snow drift through the air, carried by the wind.
A man stands in front of a large building.
He stands tall and still, looking up at the building. The logo for Daylight stares back at him.
The entrance to the building slides open as a woman walks out to greet the man.
“All deep in thought, Brady?” She answered.
There was no response from him.
“Am I inturrupting something?” She followed up.
Brady smiled, but stayed silent. Snow continued to blow in the wind.
“I'll let you get back to... whatever it is that you're thinking of. I've got to make a supply run in the city. If there is anything you need?” She says, walking past Brady.
“This isn't a mistake, is it Eden?” Brady finally speaks.
“Depends on what you're thinking about, big guy.” Eden jokes as she stops and turns to face Brady's back.
“Creating Daylight, Eh?” Brady Starts. “Doing what we do? Sticking our noses into world problems as if they were our problems to begin with?”
Eden stands still and thinks.
“I remember why I agreed,” Brady continues, “But I cant help to think if we're even making any difference.”
Eden smiles slightly. “Thats because there's not alot of us yet, Brady. Between us here at base, O'Malys band of rebels, The Scandinavian Crusaders, and our Small team in Australia, theres only so many of us to help fight in what is basically world war 3.”
Brady goes back to thinking.
“But remember, Brady. Everyday we're growing. New people are joining our cause. Our cause to stop the spread of tyranny and oppression in the world.”
Brady turns to Eden to look her in the face.
“Also” Eden starts “Remember that you're doing this so that what happened to your daughter, to China, doesn't happen again.”
“And your reason?” Brady retorts. “I know you came wanted to make the world a better place, but never explained why to me.”
Eden paused, and looked down.
“You're not the only one who has lost a loved one.” She took a moment and breathed. “Back before I joined Codex... even before I traveled around New Zealand, my Grampa was hit withnan extreme illness and died. Since that day, I wanted to be a person that Grampa would be proud of.”
“I bet he's extremely proud of what you've done now, then.” Brady added.
“Even after all the mistakes... even after what happened with Codex. I do believe so.” Eden said.
Brady turns back to the building. “But what about everyone else. Why are they here. Why are they helping us?”
There was a long pause.
“You could always ask them, Brady.” Eden broke the silence.
“Doesn't that seem a bit wierd?” Brady responds.
“Asking why your members fight for us? Doesn't seem to wierd to me.” Eden laughs.
Brady laughs with Eden.
“Daniella, Disuku, Ruhinder, O'Maly, Mondarri, and everyone else... They've become more than just soldiers fighting for our cause. They've become our friends. Our new family. Maybe their reasons for being a part of us are varied, and maybe even selfish, but its to help fix the world.” Eden spoke.
The snow continues to blow against the ground and the building, sowdrifts forming. Eden walked away toward the garage as Brady stood where he had the whole conversation. The Daylight logo still staring back at him. He shruged, laughed, smiled, then walked inside

## How Daniella Lost Her Arm

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Timeline: 1/16 - Features: Raptor

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Knock, Knock.
A young man pounds on a door.
“Who is it?” A voice yells from the other side of the door.
“Its me, dad!” The first man responds with a hint of annoyance in his voice.
He opens up the door to his fathers office.
“Ah, Madison. What brings you here? Hopefully some good news?” His father says, sitting behind his desk with arms open wide.
“Depends... do you consider an offer from a rival company to help collaborate on a classified project good news?” Madison looks at his father sternly.
“Which company? Is it Dublis Dilibra? I will not be a part of anything they have to say!” His Father slams his fist on his desk
“Calm down, Dad. Its not those Indians. The C.I.A is the one offering.”
The father calms down and sits back in his chair.
“And what do they want?” He asked.
“Well, from what we are allowed to know until we take the offer, they want help building a robot. They tried asking MythCo., but the C.I.A. pulled out of that offer for unknown reasons. Anyways, we're supossed to fill that role.”
Madison spoke very prefessionally.
“And thats all we get to know?” His father asked.
“Unless we accept the offer.” Madison speaks softly.
His father turns around to look out his window.
Someone bursts through the door.
“Sir, there is an emergency in the assembly room!”
–––
“So what are we building today?” A young girl thinks out loud. She rummages around a file cabinet filled with blueprints of her own design.
“Oh, lets build a raptor! I love raptors.” She continues to think aloud.
A man dressed on a white workers uniform comes up to the girl.
“Hey, Ms. Korchuck, can you come help us? We've got an issue with the assembly line.” He asked.
“Sure! Uh... Do you know what the issue is?” She asked.
“If we knew, we wouldn't be asking for help” He laughed.
They walk over to a large machine connected to some conveyor belts. The machine cuts sheet metal into specific shapes.
“So, uh? Did it just stop working?” She inquires.
“We tried turning it on and off and all of those simple things and nothing worked, meaning something inside the machine isn't working.” The worker chuckled.
“Alright... So i'll just hop on in there and see whats going on.” She says, climbing onto the belt and squeezing her way into the machine.
“The machine is unplugged right now, yes?” She answered from inside the machine
“Everythings off.” The worker replied.
“Then, this, should, be, no, problem.” She says slowly, searching for any issues inside the machine. After a few seconds, she notices a tiny chunck of metal stuck in one of the cutting pistons.
“Looks like I found-”
–––
“Whats the issue?” Madisons Father asked.
“Your Daughter got caught in the sheet-cutter!”
Madison and his father both stood in shock for a second.
“Dani...”
They then both bolt out of the office.
They both run into the assembly room, where they are stopped by a circle or workers and emergency personel around the sheet-cutter.
”My sister! Is she ok?” Madison asks as he attempted to push through people. By tippy-toe-ing, he could see Dani being pulled out of the machine and being placed on a gourney.
“I demand to know whats going on!” The father yelled.
“Mr. Korchuck, we cant–”
“Let me though now or your fired!” He yelled at the worker.
The worker moved away and allowed Mr. Korchuck and Madison to pass through and see Dani. She was unconscious, bloody, and missing her right arm.
“What the hell happened?” Madison whispered.
The emergency worker who was working on Dani looked at them.
“She went inside the machine to fix it when one of the pistons came down and cut clean through her arm.”
The worker and some other take hold of the gourney and take it to the emergency room.
–––
“Madison” Mr. Korchuck said.
“Yes, Dad?”
“We're not going tp take the C.I.A.s offer.”
“Is this because of Danielle?”
“She needs us right now, son.”
–––
Madison looks over his sister, laying in a bed in the emergency room. She had just woke up.
“How do you feel?” Madison asked calmly.
“Well... tired... um... I cant feel my right arm... my head hurts...”
Madison looks at her.
“Dani, listen. Do you remember what happened?”
“I... remember pulling out a metal scrap... then a sharp pain in my arm... then it all went black... am I ok?” Danielle said slowly.
 “You... you lost your arm” Madison sighs.
Danielle laughs slightly.
“Is there anything I can do for you?” Madison askes.
“Yeah... Can you go to my blueprint cabinet?” Danielle responds.
“Why?”
“I think... I might have a robotic arm blueprint in there somewhere” She laughed. “Never though I'd need it though. Especially for myself.”
Madison chuckled, and then left the room.

## France [Part 1]

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Timeline: 15/16 - Features: May

```

There is a cold fog.
Toulon, France
An empty district, the only sound is that of a patrol of Fascist soldier walking through the streets.
“Why the hell are we even here?” This place is basically empty.” One of the 3 soldiers say.
“Because Wayland commands it, Hurk.” The second soldier says.
“That or he wants us to eradicate ghosts.” The 3rd soldier chimed in.
“Oh!? Is Fern scared of ghosts?” Hurk laughed. The second soldier laughed along.
“You know what they say about Toulon at night! Ever since it was evacuated, its been haunted by ghosts. Its said they're trying to protect the town until the residents return” Fern spoke.
“OR MAYBE, theres some trouble-making stragglers who dont want to leave and we have to deal with them!” The 2nd soldier yells.
“Shut up Darrin you're going to let them know where we are.” Fern whispered loudly.
“Or maybe... im trying to be loud so I can lure out the stragglers so I can kill them.” Darrin said to Fern, staring him right in the eyes.
“Can we just get on with the patrol?!” Hurk demended
An old house creaks in the distance.
“You see? We're making them angry.” Fern whimpered.
Darrin starts walking toward the house. “Or maybe, we found some stragglers.”
He stops at the open doorway and looks around. Hurk and Fern stayed on the road, watching him from a distance.
As they watch, Hurk sees something out of the corner of his eyes. He jolts to the side to try and see it, but nothing.
“Did you see something?” Fern asked timidly.
“Just tricks, man.” Hurk reassured.
Darrin stood in the open doorway, facing the others.
“Place is good. Must have been settling.”
It was at that moment that something grabbed onto Darrin and dragged him into the house. He let go a muffled scream as he dissapeared into the darkness.
Both soldiers exclaimed and tried to rush in for him, but Hurk was stopped by a loud crash on the back of his head. Fern turned around to meet a shadowy figure.
Fern pressed a button on his belt, but was met with a crash against his face.
Everything went back.
Fern dropped in and out of consciousness, getting the feeling of being dragged.
Eventually, he and his soldier-buddies awoke in a dark room, blinded by a bright light in their face.
“W-where are we?” Fern mumbled.
A dark, cloaked figure stood in front of them.
“Where do you think you are?” The figure said, smacking Fern.
“You better let us go or this'll be the last moment you have alive!” Darrin yelled, shaking at his restraints. Each soldier was tied to a chair.
“May!” The figure signaled. Darrin was then met with a painful shock to his back.
“So, heres how its going to work. You're going to tell me everything I want to know, then you'll be executed. And, as an incentive... the sooner you tell me, and the quality of the info, determines how fast and painless I make the kill. So tell me why you're here, and what Waylands planning, and i'll end it swiftly and painless.” The cloaked figure says.
“We're not saying anything!” Darrin spat.
Hurk moves around, but says nothing.
“Well, maybe your friends will be more cooperative.”The figure laughs as he leans in to meet Darrins gaze.
“May, Finish him”
“But Randy?” She retorts with her heavy french accent.
“We've got two others... maybe they'll be more willing to talk once they witness one of their men die with their own eyes.” Randy says deeply.
May takes out a rifle and aims it at Darrins head. As she is about to fire, she is inturrupted by Fern.
“What if he knows stuff we dont?”
“Excuse me!” Randy exclaims, swiftly moving toward Fern and grabbing his face.
“What if you kill him and he has information you need?” Fern inquires.
“What information could any of you have that the rest of you couldn't?” Randy says quieyly, but sternly.
“Maybe that im free!” Hurk said. He then jumped out of his chair and punched Randy, knocking him out. May trained her gun on Hurk, but Hurn disarmed her of the rifle and gained control of it. May scrambled into the darkness.
“So, should we go after her?” Darrin asked as Hurk untied him and Fern.
“You two can. I called for reinforcements before we were captured. I'll wait for themmwhile you guys go grab her.” Fern said.
Hurk looked over at the body of Randy and shot him in the head with Mays rifle. “Lets go kill another one.”
Hurk and Darrin ran into dark hallway, which seemed to lead into some sort of disorientating maze.
They stopped inside a large, empty room. They looked around for any clues to Mays wereabouts. They turned to catch the door suddenly closing, and Darrin watched as a person jumped out a window and run into another empty house.

## France [Part 2]

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Timeline: 16/16 - Features: May, O'Maly, Mikey, Disuku

```

Hop, skip, dodge the wooden piller, duck, shift, backflip, push down an old bookshelf.
May beathes heavily as she ran through buildings, alleyways, abandoned rooms, the like. She jumped through windows, slammed past old doors, and did everything to keep her distance between her and those fascist soldiers.
“Where'd she go?” May overhears one of the soldiers say.
“Keep looking before she gets away.” Another soldier yells as May slips into a dark room.
She listens as footsteps move closer to the door.
“AHA!” The soldier yells as he smashes down the door, but he is met with an old empty room, but not without a baguette in the middle of the room.
“What the Fuck? Whats this doing here?” He says, agressively looking around the room. He slowly inches closer to the bread.
A Painful shock surges through his body as the baguette omits a strong electric charge. The soldier topples to the ground, crushing the baguette, and breaking the grenade hidden inside. May laughs as she silently slips out of the room. She can hear the sirens of 'police' arriving, and she knew she needed to find a place to signal for help. Sure she could keep running, but she couldn't run forever.
She ran through halls, doorways, wimdows, and walls until she found a dark hole in the floor of a house she could hunker down in. It seemingly resembled a crawlspace, and there was enough room to hide her body from the opening.
She could hear the march of soldiers closing in.
May pulls out a holo-com and makes a quick emergency broadcast.
“If anyone can hear me, I'm in need of help! I'm in Toulon, France and the fascists are after me!”
A body drops down into the crawlspace, he maneuvers himself to grab May.
“Thought you could get away, Eh, missy?” The soldier laughs.
–––
“DISUKU, SHUT THAT ASSWHIPE EXCUSE FOR MUSIC OFF! WE'VE GOT A SIGNAL!” O'Maly yells. “Goddamnit Mikey why is she even here!?”
“Because she wanted to.” Mikey responded.
“Fucking Cunt... why not Dani, or That Big Eskimo Guy? Anyone but this Jap.” O'Maly broods as he tries to recover the signal.
“NO Wait dont to that Maly!” Disuku yells, rushing over to the holo-device that O'Maly was fiddling with.
“The hell you doing, mate?” O'Maly said sternly.
“You're losing the connection... There, Gotchya” Disuku winked.
The holo-device then started playing a recording.
“If anyone can hear me, i'm in need of help. I'm in Toulon, France and the fascists are after me!” A french-heavy female voice said.
“Sounds like somebody needs our help!” Disuku cheers. “Come on! Lets go get her!”
“...O.k go have fun.” O'Maly said, laughing at Disuku.
“Wait, are you not coming?” Disuku said, dissapointed.
“With you!? Hell no... take Mikey or something.” O'Maly laughed. Mikey looked at O'Maly with worry.
“Why do I have ... to go” Mikey says with a burp.
“Because Little Jap over here doesn't want to go alone.” O'Maly explains.
“Hey... We're part of Daylight, as being a part of that means we need to help people, Right guys?” Disuku pursuades. O'Maly puts his hand on his face and sighs.
“Fine... Mikey, go find Anges and Richard. Take them and Disk to France and go search for this woman.” O'Maly sighs.
“YAY, COME ON MICHEAL LETS GO!” Disuku cheers, pulling Mikey by the arm unsucessfully.
“But Boss” Mikey whines.
“If you dont go, im going to start shooting the drink bottles, and nobody wants that, right?” O'Maly taunts. Mikey grows an expression of horror.
“Off you go, and be quick. If the fascists are after her, then you dont have much time.”

## Preparation

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Timeline: ?/16 - Features:

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'To Be RetCon'd. Will be Available soon

Dusk. A young kid sits in a cafe. His large sniper under his arm as an armrest as he nonchalantly sipped a latte in a chair. His holo-device was on the table. He looks around... nobody to hear his conversation. His device shoots up a Holographic screen, and shows the face of a female. “Hey Brollie, its Storm reporting in.” “Hello. Hows your mission?” Eden responds. “Well, I cant seem to get through to Ruhinder right now, so not good.” Storm sighed casually, placing his cup on the table. “Is everything ok?” Brollie replies. “Just, If you can get through to him, make sure you relay my status. I'm currently in France right now. While I was in London I found no trace of the target I was hunting for. I then tried to grt ahold of Ruhinder but was Unable to get ahold of him. After awhile, I received an emergency broadcast coming from Toulon, so I caught a flight and I'm currently in Paris. Tomorrow im taking a drive down to Toulon to investigate.” Storm explained to Brollie, making slight hand and head motions as he spoke. “Oh, and something specifically for you, miss. While I was in London, I witnessed a man be savagely attacked by some sort of deformed monster. I saved the man, but the attacker made away alive. I feel I may have prevented a New Jack Murder.” “Excuse me?” Brollie exclaimed. “Y'know, the Serial Killer who's been going around–” Storm started, but Brollie inturrupted. “Yeah I know what your talking about. Are you saying you saw the killer behind the New Jack Killings?” “Maybe? I couldn't get a good look, it was dark, he was maybe waering some gimpy looking clothing...” Storm went on, shrugging. “What about the victim?” Brollie asked. “Well... He had silver hair, and he was controlling some sort of mechanical puppet.” Storm said slowly, trying to remember the details. “Are you sure?” Brollie said, her eyes lighting up. “Thats what I remember.” Storm Shrugs. “Tell me, Storm. Do you know the author who wrote the Book of Death?” Brollie asks. “N-no? Theres a Book of Death?” Storm questions back, raising an eyebrow. “Yes, Storm. Anyways, its written by a man known as Mako 'Marion' Densenja. As well as being an author, he's also talented at puppetry of most kinds. He has his own personal mechanical puppet that he uses for both acting and combat. That person you saved might just have been him.” Brollie explains. “Huh, I saved a famous person. Cool for me” Storm laughed. “We need to contact him as soon as possible” Brollie says. “You do that, and I'll continue to Toulon and anser that emergency broadcast. Good luck Brollie.” Storm said, picking up his coffee cup and tilting it at the screen as he turned it off. ––– Eden looks around the room. These leads for the New Jack Killing hit her pretty suddenly. Sure, she's got to find a way to contact Mako, but what about the Killer, this... Razi. How were they going to handle him? He was a ruthless killer, and She wasn't going to endanger her members like that by just throwing them into London until he's dead. She's going to need help. She knows exactly what she needs. Back when She was in the C.I.A, She met a very specific person. One that could help her. She needed... The Enforcer.

## Warriors

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Timeline: 13/16 - Features: Ruhinder, Spartan

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Sparta, Greece.
Ruhinder had arrived on his search for Spartan, one of the two Ex-Warriors identified in Janus's memories.
He walked around the town, asking locals about Spartan. Apparently he was the leader of some sort of local malitia that defends the town from occasional attacks and local uprisings, basically the police.
One of the locals was nice enough to escort him to the barracks where Spartan resides.
He was stopped outside a large stone building. Ruhinder knocked on the door. The door opened up, and Ruhinder was met by a large, burly man.
“And who are you?” The large man asked.
“Uh... Hello sir. My name is Dr. Ruhinder Ajanay. I'm here for a man known by Spartan.” Ruhinder says, pulling up a blurry picture of Spartan taken from Janus's memory.
“Well, we're all Spartans here, But that man does resemble our leader, Kyros. Why are you looking for him?” The Man complied, but also added his own question. Ruhinder stood for a second, trying to think of something believable that might let him in.
“I'm a representitive for a Worldwide Organization called Daylight, and we're looking for people who might be able to help us.” Ruhinder said.
“Help with what?” The man responded, curious.
“Thats for Kyros and I to discuss” Ruhinder persuaded successfully.
The Man gestured Ruhinder into the building, and then he walked into another room. Ruhinder stood, waiting.
After a moment, the man walked out of the room.
“Kyros will speak to you.” He said, gesturing Ruhinder into the room.
After he entered, the door closed behind him. He found himself in some sort of war room, and across from him was another large man who was sharpening his sword.
“Hello sir, Dr. Ruhin-” He started, but Kyros inturrupted him.
“Listen, 'Doctor', I'm not going to help you with whatever you are going to ask me. I'm to busy protecting this town to get caught up in whatever it is you want to discuss with me.” Kyros said, never lifting an eye from his sword.
“Actually, 'Spartan', I've come to figure out what happened at Mythco.” Ruhinder said. He was then suddenly met with a sword to his throat and Kyros right in front of him.
“How do you know?” He says, keeping his sword against Ruhinders throat.
“If you lower your weapon, I'll elaborate.” Ruhinder tries to persuade unsucessfully.
“How about you just tell me before I put my sword through your throat.” Kyros indimidated.
Ruhinder pulled out his holo-device and pulled up the Image he saved from Janus's memory.
“Thats you, right?” Ruhinder asked.
“Where did you get that image?” Kyros asked back.
“A couple months ago, I found this robot, J4N0S, up near the Himalayas. After I repaired him, I found some locked memory banks. I was able to unlock one, where I witnessed a short video of you and another person attacking Janus. This is where that image is from.” Ruhinder explained. Kyros lowered his sword.
“So that robot is alive? And you fixed him?” Kyros questioned.
“Yes, and dont worry, he's not causing any chaos, but there are still some issues I need to fix, and part of that is why I'm here.” Ruhinder explained. “Can you tell me what went down at MythCo.?”
Kyros looked around the room for a second.
“You've heard of the warriors, yes?” Kyros asked.
“Yes I have. They were some sort of secret project that bred Super soldiers from different Countries, and attempted to revive some of histories greatest warriors.” Ruhinder explained briefly.
“Hm, so you know your stuff.” Kyros praised. “Anyways, a few years ago, a couple of us were sent to protect a top-secret project, that robot you were talking about. The robot went haywire, and we were tasked with stopping it.” Kyros started to explain.
“Like in the image.” Ruhinder chimed in quietly.
“The robot was killing people left and right, including some of our Warrior members. I had to escape to save my life, and I did along with another Warrior member, Shinobi.”
“And do you know what he's up to?” Ruhinder asked, curious.
“Actually, he contacted me a few weeks ago.” Kyros sighed.
“Excuse me?” Ruhinder said, suprised.
“Shinobi contacted me, saying that somebody was trying to re-create the Warriors. I refused his offer in the same vein as I refused you earlier, but he was persistant. He eventually left after a heated argument.” Kyros went on.
Ruhinder stood, thinking.
“You said that somebody was tring to re-create them. Did Shinobi mention who? A name?”
“No, even he didn't know.” Kyros answered.
The room went silent for a second.
“Doctor, I want to make you an offer. I'm probably just as confused as you about whats going on. I'll take you to the abandoned MythCo building, and we'll try to find some answers, ok?” Kyros asked.
“That sounds perfect, but are you not busy here?” Ruhinder asked.
“This Warriors thing is just slightly more important. Even then, I can trust Ganimus to lead this group while im gone.”  Kyros said.
“Alright, we'll head out when your ready.” Ruhinder accepted the offer.

## "Retreat"

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Timeline: 7/16 - Features: Valdez, Sasha, Mondarri, Doc

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“DIE YOU SONS AND FATHERS OF BITCHES!” Valdez yells, his flamethrower lighting up the night as he stands in front of his newfound groups secret base.
They were under attack.
“Valdez, we need to retreat!” Sasha yells from behind, shooting many bullets.
“RETREATING IS FOR FUCKING PUSSIES! I'M NOT LEAVING UNTIL EVERY FUCKING FUCKFACE IS FUCKING DEAD!” Valdez screams, his voice seeming to pair perfectly with the Intensity of his flames.
His new 'friends', Sasha, Mondarri, and Doc, all watched in awe-inspiring horror as Valdez single-handedly pushed the line.
“COME ON, FUCKFACES, LETS FIGHT BACK” Valdez yelled back at the trio.
“I really dont appreciate his language, but he's right.” Mondarri sighed, continuing the fight with Sasha.
While Doc watched over the group as Valdez, Sasha, and Mondarri continued to push up, killing any dustwalkers in their path. They moved in unison, and were a perfect team in that moment.
“THERE WE FUCKING GO. LET ALL THE FUCKING FUCKERS DIE!” Valdez continued to yell profanity.
“Retreat!” Yelled an enemy voice, and soon, dustwalkers were fleeing for their lives.
“Yeah, we chased them off! Good job Valdez” Mondarri cheered.
“Good job, Tiny Monkey Man” Sasha added her own cheer.
“Yes, yes, thank you, but this isn't the end. Some'those Fuckers are still alive and they know where your base is now.” Valdez responded.
“Yeah but unless they bring double the troops or they bomb the place, I think we're safe.” Doc added.
“Please, I know these guys. They know where we are, and they're just gonna keep, sending fucker after fucker until you're dead. Thats what happened to Yanich and I the day you ''rescued'' me.” Valdez explained.
“So what is plan?” Sasha asked.
“Didn't you say you were part of some organization... Daylight, was it?” Valdez inquired.
“Yeah? Why?” Doc answered.
“Can we not get any help from whoever else is a part?” Valdez continues to ask.
“If they had extra bodies, they'd be here.” Mondarri said.
“So, is there anyway we can make ourselves scarce for a few days? Get ourselves a new secret base?” Valdez continues.
“We could... always leave.” Sasha says slowly.
“Sasha, we're not going to just abandon our mission!” Mondarri yells.
“First off, Sasha's on the right track. We must leave, get the heat off us. Secondly, Darri, We wouldn't be 'abandowing awr missun', we'd be tacticly dissapearing so that we can get an advantage. Trust me guys, I've been dealing with these fuckers for almost 5 years.”
The trio stands together, muttering amonst themselves.
“Whats there to discuss?” Valdez inturrupts. “We need to leave.”
“Fine. I'll contact Brollie, see if she'll allow this. But you're explaining this to her, Valdez.” Mondarri sighed.
She pulls out a holo-device and calls Brollie, but its Daniella who picks up.
“ELISE! Haven't talked to you in so long. Hows the Mission, Whats going on?” Daniella says excitedly.
“Uh... hey Daniella, is Brollie around.” Mondarri asked.
“She's helping Eli right now, but I'll go grab her.” Daniella says, dissapearing off screen.
After a moment, Brollie appears on the screen.
“Mondarri, everything going alright in Australia?” Brollie asks.
“Well, depends. Remember our newest member, Valdez? He's insinuating that we leave Australia in order to continue our mission... I'll let him explain further.” Mondarri explains, passing the holo-device to Valdez.
“So, Valdez? Whats going on.” Brollie asks.
“Well, miss. We just finished defending you party's base from the Dustwalkers. Now, as it may seem like a victory, In order to continue to fight these fuckers, we need to dissapear. Get off the walkers radar. They know where this base is, and if I know the walkers like I do, they are going to keep assaulting this place until we're dead. We cant win against them unless we either get an army, or we make them think we're gone.” Valdez makes a big speech.
“Well, that was certainly alot... but you do make a case. Hand me back to Mondarri.” Brollie requests.
Valdez hands the holo-device back to Mondarri.
“I apologize about his language miss.” Mondarri sighs.
“No worries. In fact, you should probably listen to him. Catch the next plane back to the Yukon, and we'll discuss a new plan.” Brollie explains.
Mondarri looks over at Valdez with a surprised expression, then back at Brollie.
“Alright, miss. See you soon.” Mondarri said as she closed down the holo-device.
“Looks like Tiny Monkey Man is right.” Sasha laughed. Valdez laughs with her.
“And here I though the almighty Valdez wasn't one to retreat.” Doc baited.
“Hey Fucker, this isn't retreating! This is getting your little mission done correctly.” Valdez snaps.
“And how was that working for you when I saved you from your own burning chaos?” Doc taunted.
Valdez simply stared menacingly at Doc.
“Hey Doctor Man, stop being mean to Tiny Monkey Man.” Sasha said with a bellowing tone.
They both just looked at each other.
“Ok, enough fighting. We need to head up to Darwin and catch a flight back to Canada.” Mondarri confirms.

## Introductions

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Timeline: 11/16 - Features: Elico, Brollie, Valdez, Raptor, Hinuk, Mondarri, Doc, Sasha

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The Yukon, Canada
Daylight Headquarters.
Elico stands in front of the building, deep in thought.
He keeps having flashbacks of his days in the C.I.A., with Codex, With Brollie and Dixon. He hadn't seen them in person for quite some time, Since Codex revolted.
A light breeze of wind blows some loose snow around, Elico's jacket moves with it. He can hear the sounds of a jet coming in for a landing.
'They have their own private jet' Elico thought, smiling. 'That would've been nice to know.'
He breathed in, and walked into the building. It seemed basically empty. Elico didn't make a noise. He walked around the place aimlessly, checking out the architecture, peeking behind doorways, lightly tapping the furniture with his feet. He made his way to the middle of the large open area that was the entrance room of this building, and just proceeded to walk in slight circles. Eventually he threw his jacket onto what would resemble a receptionist's desk, if there was a receptionist there.
After 10 minutes of waiting for somebody to greet him, He eventually started goofing around. He turned on his digistuct device, and strated 'teleporting' around the room. He kicked over one of the waiting chairs and pretended to hide behind it and shoot at enimies, and he even pretended to be a receptionist.
“This is how you're going to spend your time?” A voice whispered. Elico couldn't locate where the voice came from. He used his module to go invisible.
After a few seconds, Brollie entered the room. She looked around. She seemed confused by the 'mess' that the room was in.
Elico reconstructed behind her.
“Is this how you greet people, Eden?” Elico said, Scaring Eden and causing her to jump and turn around.
“Goddamnit Eli, how long have you been here?” Eden said, trying to catch her breath.
“About 15 minutes or so... Why was nobody here to greet me?” Elico asked.
“Well, I had some members arrive from a mission in Australia, so I was greeting them. You know you just couldn't come look for me. I know you are not familiar with this place, but I trust you'd find your way around.” Elico explained. He laughed slightly at the idea that Eden still trusts him.
“I was hoping for some hospitality, thats all.” Elico laughed, slightly lying. He just didn't want to go snooping through an old friends headquarters.
“Well, Welcome to Daylight. If you follow me, I'll intoduce you to everyone who's currently here.” Eden said.
“Like your receptionist?” Elico cracked wise.
“She's in Ireland right now” Eden responed to the joke.
Elico gave a silent 'oooh'
Together, the duo walked through hallways and into,a large communications/living room. There were 6 others in the room.
“Whos the Fucker?” Valdez asked. Everyone in the room shot him a dirty look.
“Everyone, This is Eli. He one of my partners back when I was in Codex.” She introduced Him to the gang.
“Hi, I'm Daniella Korchuck.” A girl jumped off a chair and ran up to Elico. “Daughter of Tyrel, C.E.O of Tyrannos Idustries. You can call me Dani. Nice to meet you, Eli.” Her smile was almost infectious, but Elico fought it off.
“Let me introduce you to some of these people” Eden chimed in. “Over there is Brady. He helped me start this organization. Very jolly guy, but he's been going through hard times lately.”
She then turned to the group that returned from Australia.
“The small person with the innapropriate mouth is Valdez, he's also new. My crew just picked him up during their mission.” Eden said.
“I'm Elise, I was a worker for a secret government project in Sudan, but then I joined Daylight after the group was disbanded.” Mondarri introduced herself.
“I'm Jared, but you can call me Doc. I'm the resident physician here.” Doc introduced himself.
“And i'm Sasha. I like bullets” Sasha smiled. The room lit up with laughter.
“Well, hello to all of you.” Elico says, then turns to Eden. “Is this everyone?” He whispers to her.
“No, We've got people out in Ireland, France and Greece. We also have allies in the Scandinavian Crusaders.” She explains.
Elico lets out another silent 'oooh'.
“Anyways. Eli, Valdez. Let me show you to the barracks, where you can make yourself at home.” Eden says, gesturing the two into a hallway, leaving the rest to chill in the comminications/living room.
“Two new members... that is good.” Sasha says cheerfully.
“Yeah, some foul-mouthed monkey and an some old Codex member. What a fantastic pull.” Doc responded sarcastically.
“Hey, no reason for that kind of talk, Jared.” Daniella chimes in from her seat.
“Well, im not wrong. Shouldn't we be recruiting more 'reliable' members?” Doc asks.
“Tiny Monkey Man saved us” Sasha responded.
Doc simply stared at her.
“She's right, y'know. Sure he's inpolite, but he's useful. That might hold true for that Eli guy.” Mondarri chimed in.
Doc sighed.
“Hey, cheer up Doc. Maybe once you get to know the guy, you'll start to love him” Brady said.
Suddenly, Doc, Sasha, and Mondarri started laughing hysterically.
Brady didn't understand.

## Memories of Friendship

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Timeline: 13/16 - Features: Synth, Kix

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Stockholm, Sweden
2044, 13 years ago.
Kix, along with every other warrior that is part of The Scandinavian Crusaders, stood in attendance in the main courtyard.
A new member was joining us, and apparently she was esteemed enough to get this big enterance, or at least thats what Kix thought.
The leader of the Crusaders, the Renowned Bepqil Marstrom, walked into the courtyard. Warriors bowed as he passed. He walked up a set of stairs, then stared out at the courtyard.
“My fellow members.” Bepqil started, his voice booming throughout the yard. “Today, I've gathered you here so that we may welcome our newest Crusader.”
Bepqil paused, and signaled the trumpeters to play some intriduction music.
Kix, along with everyone else, turned their heads to the entrance of the courtyard.
Kix was completely surprised, for finally, there would be another female warrior. Her long golden hair glided as the young girl walked. Her round face was without any imperfections, and her blue eyes popped out against all the yellow on her.
Hell, If Kix was into women, and wasn't 39, then she might have fallen in love at that moment.
The girl walked the same path Bepqil did, and Kix noticed that it wasn't only her that found her attractive.
The girl reached Bepqils side.
“I'd like to introduce your newest member. My Daughter, Cynthia Marstrom.” He yelled, followed by a loud applause.
'Well', Kix thought, 'That explains the over-the-top introduction.'
After the crowd dispersed, Kix ran up to Cynthia to introduce herself.
“Hello, Catheren Morgan, I go by Kix. Nice to finally have another female amongst us.” Kix introduced herself. Cuthia smiled and extented for a handshake.
“Oh thank god, good to know theres another woman here. I almost thought dad was throwing me into some sort of manly sausage-fest.” Cynthia joked. They both shared a laugh.
“I think we're going to get along very well” Kix said.
“I think so too.” Cynthia responed, smiling.
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Present Day: 2057
Kix was thinking of the day Synth first joined the crusaders. She needed to pass the time, for the plane ride to Canada was long and exausting, especially since Synth couldn't keep shut about ''Abandoning the Crusaders''
“...Like what if they need us Kix? I'm supposed to be leading them. How can I lead if im not there? Are you listening Kix? I shouldn't have agreed to this. This isn't right. This isn't supossed to be my job. My job...” Synth ranted on, but Kix inturrupted her.
“Cynthia, its ok. Not only is your Father ok with taking charge, but its only for a few days. Nothing bad is going to happen while you're gone.” Kix tried to reassure her.
“Even so, why couldn't we have this meeting over the phone? Why do we need to fly to Daylights base and meet them there?” Synth ranted.
“There's probably a good reason, Synth. Maybe they want us to meet everyone in person? or maybe get us familiarized with the place. We'll know when we get there.” Kix explained best she could.
“Damnit... sorry Kix, this is just so stressful. I've been leading for 3 years and I felt like I've done a good job, but I cant help that this is a step in the wrong direction and its driving me nuts.” Synth ranted, this time with a hint of sadness in her voice.
Kix put an arm on her Shoulder.
“Hey, you're doing a fantastic job, ok. Nobody else this is a mistake. Just take deep breath.” Kix reassured her, and so Synth did take a deep breath.
“Now, where is that girl I met 13 years ago?” Kix laughed as she gently punched Synths arm.
“Probably pinned up on some guys bedpost'” Synth laughed. Kix smiled.
“There she is” Kix cheered. Synth blushed.
“Lets try not to get too into it. I'm a mature adult now. I dont need to act like some teenage floozy again.” Synth said, regretting her choice of words.
“Ohhhh, floozy?” Kix laughed.
“Hey, knock it off, thats not what I meant” Synth tried to fight back.
“I'm just trying to pass the time.” Kix said.
“Well could you do it it a more, adult way?” Synth demanded, again choosing poor words.
“I'm 52, buddy. I'm like, 2 adults.” Kix gave a hardy laugh. “And if you want more 'adult', then we can always talk about...” Kix was inturrupted.
“Not what I meant, Catheren!” Synth snapped.
“Sorry, like I said, just trying to pass the time.” Kix apoligized
Synth just sat in her seat,,arms crossed, mouth clenched, eyes forward.
Guess it was back to thinking about the past for good ol' Kix.

## The History of Codex. Pt. 1

The rooms within Daylight headquarters are dark, dimly lighted by the glowing moniters that are left on. Doors closed, people sleeping. All except one.

Ruhinder sits at a desk, sifting through images on the holo-computer. The pictures of many different people pop up as he scrolls past them all. He quickly goes through them all, some of them he gives a little more time to look at.

He finally stops to an Image of himself. It appears on screen with his Picture. It reads;

Doctor Ruhinder Ajanay, Ph.D.

Nationality: Indian.

Date of Birth: August 29th, 2025

Profession: Engineering, Robotics & Communications.

Former Affiliation: Dublis Delibra Industries

He scowls at that Mention, The Dublis Delibra. He worked for them for most of his life. Its where he grew up. They were the leading edge in Robotics and Technological Advancements. It was his home, he thought. But the company took the wrong direction. A direction that he couldnèt agree with. When the profits mean more than your country, you need to rethink your path. He was surprised the Company was still going after the breakout he made, Since thier leading scientist up and left and made a scene of how the company is driving themselves into the group with their decisions... But thats fine. He was out now. He found a new path to help the world.

He continued to sift through the images. Other memebrs of Daylight. Some of them where sleeping in the rooms behind him as he sat awake. Others he'd never met before, as they were out on missions.

"Ruhinder?" A robotic voice spoke as it entered the room.

"J4, what are you doing wandering around?" Ruhinder turned and jumped, leaving the screen on a random person.

"I was making sure the perimeters were secured, sir." Janus responded, walking over to Ruhinder. He looked at the screen.

"Who is this?" Janus asked. Ruhinder turned to the screen to see a chisled-looking man with a smooth haircut. He was wearing a fancy suit. It read.

Dixon Clark

Nationality: American

Date of Birth: September 21st, 2029

Profession: Hired Assassin & Mercenary

Former Affiliation: Section Codex.

Notes: Dixon has yet to actually join our organization. Hopefully my pestering to being him back into my arms will change his mind eventually. I know he feels back about what he did, even if he wont admit it, but im trying to offer him a chance to fix his mistake, and to get the old gang back together.

"What is Section Codex? Wasn't that the group Eden was a part of?" Janus asked. Ruhinder continued to look over Dixon's Profile.

"Yeah, I think it is. Who else was a part of it?" Ruhinder asked as he started to sift back and forth thought all the people in the database. As he does so, He notices Janus put his hand on the control pad below.

"There is one other instance of an alive Section Codex member in the personel database." Janus spoke as he connected himself to the database.

"Alive?" Ruhinder asked skeptically.

"There are two Instances of Deceased Section Codex memebrs in the database." He spoke as he pulled them both up on the screen. Ruhinder looked at them both intensly.

Arsi Balej

Nationality: Ukrainian

Date of Birth: February 12th, 2028

Profession: Combat Medic

Former Affiliation: Section Codex

Status: K.I.A

Note: After the Codex Breakout, I attempted to get in contact with Arsi, but he was nowhere to be found. After some heavy digging, I found that he was hiding out at home before he was tracked down and killed. Im not sure who was hunting him, but it makes me fear for my own safety, along with the lives of the other Alive Codex members. If for anything other than my own personal reasons, this makes finding and re-uniting the old codex members a high priority.

Rochel Verrete

Nationality: French

Date of Birth: December 10th

Profession: Political Spy

Former Affiliation: Section Codex

Status: M.I.A

Note: I havent heard anything of Rochel since the Codex Breakout. I have reason to beleive she is alive, but I cannot find any information on her anywhere. I need to find a way to contact her so I can warn her that we are being hunted. Prehaps I will find something as the months go on here at Daylight.

"Ok, so who's the alive one?" Ruhinder asked. Janus brought up his file on the screen above the other two.

Eli Ziloski

Nationality: American

Date of Birth: January 4th, 2030

Profession: Assassin

Former Affiliation: Section Codex

Note: I have requested Eli to join Daylight. Even though he sounded reluctant, he is to join us eventually. He said he had other buisness to take care of. I told him of my plan to re-unite the old gang. He seemed skeptical of the idea. Nontheless, I enjoy to have him here in the near future.

"Can you find anything else on Section Codex in the database, Janus?" Ruhinder said.

"Not in the Personnel databases, and the rest of the information is unaccessable to me" Janus explained. Ruhinder looked around the dark room.

"Best we don't hack into the system. Don't need the boss getting mad at us. Maybe we can ask her, or prehaps do some research of our own." Ruhinder explained as he started closing down screen on the moniter. He then stood up and pushed the chair in.

"Well, Im going to call it a night. See you in the Morning, J4. Don't get into any trouble." Ruhinder said as he started to walk toward his room down the long hallway.

"Goodnight, Doctor Ruhinder. I will also see you in the morning. Have a wonderful sleep" Janus responded as he stood in the middle of the operations room. He watched as Ruhinder left into the hallway, then looked around the room in a confused sort of way. He waited until He knew Ruhinder was in his room. When he did, Janus brought of the screen again that showed the missing member, Rochel. He stared over it curiously.

"Where could you have gone?" He asked himself quietly. He stared motionless at the image of her for a few seconds, then he closed it down. He proceeded to walk around the opertations room, making sure everything was safe and secure once again.

## Search & Destroy

"Many year ago, I used be leader for Russian Military. I leave though... to much chaos and standing." Sasha says as lies down on a long white couch. The living room of the Daylight base was dark, but the blue hue of the moniters kept things visible.

"You left becasue to much standing? No wonder your legs so small compared to mine." Kix jokes back. Sasha didn't have small legs, but compared to hers, she though it would be funny to point out.

"not all Russian women have thick thighs, Catheren. Russian military only care about your thickness for murder." She said back. Her words aligned to sound like a joke, but her rugged Russian tone showed no humor.

"We build army, yes. Recruitment, and manufactured. We build robots. Built for battle. Hundreds on the front lines, ready to eliminate our enemies."

"And that's why you left the military? because the government built murder-hungry robots?" Kix inquired back. Sasha looked at her with a deep stare.

The sounds of bullets fade into the foreground. Rain showers through trees as a woman runs through the forest. A team of other people right behind her.

"They've started without us, Captain" A man yells behind her. The mud makes slapping sounds continuously as each person continues their speed throughout he forest. The woman laughs as she slides through the mud  and stops behind a tree. Spotlights are swinging and flashing and gunfire flies through the air close to them. Before them is a warehouse where the battle is taking place.

"We've gotta get in there and stop this!" The Man shouts quietly under the gunfire as they all set up position at the treeline.

"Hold Until Fire Stop. Then we make surprise entrance." The woman responds. So they wait

Until the fighting quiets down

And then they storm forward.

As the leader bursts down the door, the sounds of gunfire light up again more uproarous than ever. The Russian group flowing into the warehouse, taking out the people inside; enemy Russian criminals, trying to loot and steal the military weapons within. Guns, ammo, armor, robotic parts. The military personnel within fighting back with whatever they had left as the Squad give them the reinforcements they needed to stave off the thieves.

As soon as they entered, the battle seemed to have stopped. for all the thieves seem to have been shot down. The gunfire stopped as the squad stood victorious in the middle of the warehouse. The surviving military workers and robots group up with them in celebration of their victory.

"that was it? Where was fun of Battle?" The Leader laughed as she helped up one of the wounded Xeno Bots.

"battle might not be over yet. watch your backs, might still be some guys left" The man says, readying his weapon again.

"Good. Go search back room, I stay here, repair Xeno Bot, return everything back and make sure place secure again." The leader suggested as she started fixing the robot. Everyone else split up to cover the rest of the warehouse.

"You got banged up good friend" She says to the robot as she starts repairing him

"Thank you" The robot beeps back

She looks over the robot. The Russian Militray has made many lines of Xeno-Bots for backline infantry. This specific bot was part of a limited line of N-series bots that were build with a Light-Speed Movement module that made them able to shortly move at incomprehensible speeds. The series was short-lived due to the modules malfuctions on the build, but this one still seems to be up and running.

"Why you still here. didn't your line get dismantled?" She asked the robot. It made a sad beep in response.

"Awe. Well you work fine. I'll call you Xenon" She chimed with good heart in response to his sad noise.

In that instant, there was a fast whooshing sound. In a matter of seconds, The leader and Xenon were encased in a bubble shield.

"What is this!?" the leader exclaimed. She looks around quickly but cant see anything outside the blue shield that manifested around her

Suddenly, she feels a stabbing pain in her neck

Then she passes out.

"Wait, you were kidnapped during a mission!" Kix exclaims loudly, Kicking Sasha out of her flashback. "How did you make it out alive?"

"I cant explain intense kidnapping story of why I leave military if big girl stops inturrupting said story" Sasha says, giving Kix a glare.

"Ok, sorry. So what happened?" Kix apologized

The Leader woke up tied in a chair in a dark room. She couldn't see anything, but she could feel the cold metallic touch of Xenon's arm tied up behind her.

"Ah, Finally Awake" A voice says from the darkness. Sasha cant make anything specific out, but she sees a silver blur in the distance. it slowly comes closer until it can be made out. it seems to be the face of a man, but metallic like a robots. he's got spiky red hair and one of his eyes is glowing intensely. he takes his hand and grabs onto Sashas face, examining it.

"So this is the fabled Russian Military leader Sasha Klavdiya Petrikov? Honestly I expected someone a bit more rugged and battle hardened, for a Russian at least. How do you find the time to pretty yourself up so well?" The man says, throwing her face back down to hang.

"How do you know whole name?" She asks, keeping her head down. The man chuckles.

"Not important really. Names are useless information as long as you know the individual as well as the info you want from them. So I guess now that I've said that you know exactly why you're here." he resumes, his footsteps indicating that he's pacing quite slowly.

"And I assume that kidnapping military leader means that info you want cant be asked nicely for?" Sasha jokes. Even in scenarios like this, she always retains her flat and direct sense of humor.

"Usually I have to dig for it, or I have to beat it out of people. Info like what I enjoy poccessing isn't obtained by 'Asking Nicely'." The man responds.

"Well you never know. if ask nicely, might get info without trouble for anyone" Sasha continues to joke, but with a serious tone. The man pauses, then signs sharply.

"Hey Sasha, you want to tell me the plans for your mobilization, the classified information on the threat you are trying to contain, the plans for your Xeno-Bots, the containment of your German prisoner Lurdvig, and i'm asking for a friend on this last one, if you have any connection or info on any of the known members of the American Branch known as Codex? Please?" The Man rants, speaking quickly, but annoyed. Sasha stays quiet for a few seconds, thinking over what the man said.

"Our Mobilization plans  undecided until I'm free. The threat is outsurge of  radicalistic and possibly fascist-aligned Russian group that is getting support from Germany and Britian. Our Xeno Bots  currently on  S-Series, most successful and combat ready series. Lurdvig was recently transferred to High-Security prison in Australia as High-Priority War Criminal, and as for Codex... I Have no idea what that is but I have no information on it" Sasha slowly answers. As soon as she finishes, she hears another voice from the behind her.

"Liar!" it shouts, and the sounds of a gun cocking makes Sasha flinch. She can hear footsteps running toward her, but it stosp as she feels Xenons hand release form the ropes. Sasha looks back to see Xenon is holding onto the gun of another man, a more Asian looking one.

"Oh, this awkward." Sasha says. "Looks like friends are getting out of control."

"Eh, all is fine. You've given me the info I came here for." The Man chuckles. "Names' Felix, and unfortunately I've been tasked with eliminating you." He pulls out his SMG and aims. Sasha Smiles.

"But do you have the info to get out of here with your life?" She laughs. As she does so, Xenon yanks the gun of the Asian mans hands and it flies directly into Felix's face. In that moment, Xenon fully breaks free and knocks the Asian man back into the darkness. A crash can be heard, indicating he hit a wall. with the ropes loosened, Sasha is able to wiggle free and kick Felix while he's recovering. while he's down, Sasha and Xenon find their way out of the room and outside.

"Ok Xenon, do your thing." Sasha says. Xenon unloads his grenade launcher and tosses the ammo as well as any extra grenades in the clip and hurls them into the room. As they turn and run, the room engulfs in flames and explodes.

"Xenon, listen to me, you need get back to the group if can. I'm going to find way back home." She said. with that, they went their seperate ways into the forest. Never seeing each other again.

"Wait, you never say Xenon again?" Kix asked. "Not to this day?"

"Nope." Sasha answered.

"So that what happened after? Why did you leave military? What happened to Felix and the other guy? Did they survive? How did they know about Codex? What was the info they needed" Kix continued to ask questions.

"Felix hired by German to locate Lurdvig I learn.  I leave military just in case Felix survive. Find me again." Sasha answered

"But he was looking for Info on Codex. You know Eden and Elico where once a part of that organization. What if it leads him back here?" Kix questioned Sasha's logic.

"Yeah, but that I have upper hand as I know he'll be coming to them, not me" she chuckles. "it is ultimate revenge plan waiting."

There is a short silence

"You think Xenon is still out there?" Kix asks.

"Certainly, or else Russian Military members of old squard also track me down." She laughs heartedly.