Tatsu
Woke
. . .SYSTEM STARTUP. . .
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| CLASSIFIED OPERATIONS & PROCEDURES LOG #1 |
It is with great hesitation that this program is initiated. So many lives have already been lost, and it is only inevitable that more are swept into the fold of needless violence. But how does one navigate peacefully among the galaxy? How does anyone sit idle and not bear any scars? The sentiment of a unified society and government has dissolved. What remains of the Republic's fragmented survivors and power is minute in the grand scheme of other conglomerates and political giants. They take the reins of what has been lost, re-configuring it into an unrecognizable thing of injustice, and with a distinct lack of regard for civilian lives.
Our backs are against the wall. While moves are made to pursue alliances and establish footholds, those of us that dwell on the brokenness are left with nothing but to rebuild - to grow stronger. Military funding and presence has dwindled, leaving the Republic itself to rot and fade into the inky backdrop of space itself. A void creeps ever closer, threatening to swallow all of us if we aren't careful.
It is due to these pessimistic observations and detriment that a new wave of military action be taken. After an extensive, tedious conversation between one [member="Darius Sedaire"] and an unknown individual with previous special forces experience, a compromise was reached to create a task force capable of undertaking the risks and horrors that desire to breach and destroy the government's fragile existence.
These new soldiers are to be the shield and sword against all that threaten the Republic - candles in the dark, unwavering to the shadow.
They are the scalpel made to cut away at the tendons and arteries of their sworn enemies.
They are the S.F.S.D.
| LOG END |
Location: [REDACTED]
Status: Vital Signs Normal
Description: Undergoing prerequisite procedure, stabilizing host body to be able to adapt and accept further experimentation.
Subject Name: [REDACTED]
Height: 5'8"
Weight: 144 lbs
Blood Type: [REDACTED]
Gender: Male
Rank: [REDACTED]
Candidate appears to suffer from bipolar mood swings and exhibits micro mannerisms most comparable to post-traumatic stress disorder. Candidate also appears to have damage to internal organs consistent with that of an alcoholic and avid drug user. Tar and the build-up of other internal hazards were found within the lungs and joints, almost instantly disqualifying the candidate from induction; however, an exception will be made and a recovery course will be implemented to ensure a successful product. Other candidates are currently underway to be tested on their physical and mental aptitude before augmentation. In this way, placement of cybernetics are appropriated and aligned with the host in question in order to better suit their strengths, and in turn, the Republic's values.
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"Vermin Five, what's your status? Over."
No response.
"Vermin Five respond, what is your status?"
Tatsu stared ahead, his eyes transfixed on a vaguely familiar battle-worn building where he could see his past comrades hanging. Their limbs and spines misaligned and broken. Then they started to move, their faces and necks adjusting and cocked at unnatural angles to gaze upon their still-living squad member. Smiles spread across gaping, bleeding mouths, their teeth blackened and vile - the faces of the dead themselves distorting and becoming evermore unrecognizable and taut as their teeth began to burst through the thin lines of their lips. Then in unison, they all began to cry. It rattled Tatsu to his core, making his bones lock with fear, his muscles acting in an involuntary manner of spasms and twitches.
The world around that screaming building was as black as pitch, and so too did the darkness rise with a voice of its own. A kind of droning hum that forced its way into Tatsu's ears, nose, eyes... even his very soul. It violated him. Rapture coursed throughout his every fiber, his every nerve. No invention of Tatsu's mind could ever produce a melody so profound.
All the voices collided into a massive collective of what could only be described as pure madness before an abrupt silence.
Tatsu then opened his eyelids slowly to the living, waking world. Attempting to look upon the room from the operation table he laid on. Bright phosphorescent lights blurred his vision as his eyes gradually adjusted to moving shapes and figures running tests, among other obligations they needed to tend to.
A sigh of relief escaped from the operative's lips as he readjusted his gaze to the ceiling.
Further down the rabbit hole...
...We all wait for you...
...Tatsu...
