Wasteland II : Z-Factor

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The year is unknown...but it is the distant future.
The Earth has been devastated by a war between humankind and an alliance of three alien races. One originating beneath the surface of Mars; one from a small planet in the Andromeda Galaxy; and one from unknown origins called the Lucians, from a planet beyond human awareness. The races, all having attacked to keep mankind from spreading its influence into space, attacked without attempts at peaceful co-existence. The alien races were equally devastated by this war, and now have not the capacity of energy or technology remaining to return to their home planets. They co-exist on our planet, though not peacefully.
Some remain at war with humans, but now war with one another as well. Only eleven areas of the earth's surface exist as livable without the assistance of bodysuits and oxygen masks, each protected by a large dome for protection from the outside environment. Four of these cities are controlled by the powerful Lucians; three by the Andromedians; and, with the recent destruction of Althemidy, three by the Martians. Only one, called Zion, is under human control.
The humans, armed with ancient weapons (rifles, pistols, and a few more high-tech weapons--all projectile weaponry) fight for day-to-day survival against all these more advanced technological enemies. Some humans wish to remain at war with these other factions; some wish to make peace; some wish to exist on their own, ignoring the world's current state altogether. But many years have passed since the war, and many of the people living in Zion have never encountered the enemy. They've never seen the Martians, their narrow bodies and long arms, large heads. They've never fought the Andromedians with their extra limbs, in their tech-suits of body armor. They've never encountered the Lucian laser weaponry, or dealt with the psychic weaponry they possess.
But, as the years pass, some have learned to live in peace, while others have grown more in the ways of war and conflict. Zed, one of the strongest military leaders in Zion's history, has turned against his own and manipulated the power the Council of Elders has granted him, turning Zion into an enemy to many and managing to destroy much of its population in the process. Now, his followers, calling themselves "The Loyalists," plot to control the city by any means necessary.
The New Republic, a small but growing alliance between humans and Andromedians, is rising to meet the challenges facing the world, hoping to at very least save some of the humans remaining in Zion from Zed's arrogance. Three months have passed since their exile from the caves beneath the ruined human city of Filda, and New Republic has set up several encampments in the desert between the ruins of Filda and the ruins of Althemidy, beginning the construction of a new city.
 
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Thallon

Had it been a day?
A week?
A year?
Surely not more than a year?
We'd been captured, literally netted in the desert and drug here, imprisoned here under Zed's orders. I wasn't sure if the others were here still or not, Madge and Sage. Perhaps they were killed, or released, or perhaps they were nearby, perfectly all right but still imprisoned here with me. Drugged, perhaps?
I'd been considered a strong threat to him. I wondered what that was all about? If 'd gotten too worked up too many times, or if he actually did remember me. Everybody in the New Republic seemed to have heard of me, and some in Zion had given me a second glance after I'd been captured.
What the hell was everybody hearing?
Drugs...enough of them, and you don't really know anything. You think, you dream, but you don't know, not while you're in thier hold.
You see, Bex is designed to work that way. It's a prison without bars or walls, where your mind holds you where you are, because you can't find the world outside of it.
Life becomes a collection of dreams and memories that play through your mind over and over again. Sometimes blending together, sometimes separating (when the drugs began to wear off, in between doses was my guess).
I was once a trainee in Zion, a young man, just older than eighteen, myself and my best friend Coulter. Training to be soldiers, to be the elite, by Zion's elite.
Yes, I'd known Zed for some, though he may not have remembered me. He was a hard-ass even then, not quite what the military wanted, but how much better could they get? He was rash, greedy, but very skilled at what he did. You could see the man moving through the ranks of Zion to where he was now, and sadly, you could see what he was doing as well, even then, if you looked for it.
I hadn't though. I'd trained, and here I was, imprisoned for being what he'd trained me to be.
And then there was Andy...Andidria, or Lunden, or whatever she was calling herself now.
I'd loved the little bitch...
No.
I'd loved who I thought she was. That's quite a bit closer to the truth.
I'd seen her recently, but when was it?
I could remember the desert, and trees sprouting up seemingly out of nowhere...had that been real? Or some fantasy aspect the drugs had induced?
And a girl...Sage? Yes, Sage, in the desert, and Valerios...where was he now? Alive? Dead?
Had he---
A sharp crack across the jaw brought me around, scattered my thoughts. I opened my eyes (if they'd even been closed) and looked up groggily to see a large man in a guard's uniform standing before me.
"Ready to eat?" The man asked, pulling me into a sitting position on the cot. "Make it quick."
I sifted through the food on the tray he'd given me, then scooped it up on the plastic spoon and quickly ate, knowing I wouldn't get a second chance. It tasted like soft rice cakes.
When I'd finished, he took the tray and I lay back down.
"Vegetable," the guard commented. "They should just put you out of your misery."Misery. That was the word for it.
I'd lost track of time, of my friends and allies. Though i was fairly certain I'd heard Sage's voice a few times. How long? I wondered again, and closed my eyes.
 
Assantikkan al zef Rhilin eo'Tsan

He stood in the desert, staring off over the burning sands. His legs stretched, and relaxed as he moved to the side, rolling his lower set of shoulders as he sighed. His attention turned, and he looked around to the dip between the dunes behind himself. Bodies litered the ground. Blood leaked across the sands, shifting the dry Earth. Arms and legs sprawled out in odd directions from the bodies, a few lying by themselves, lost to their owners. Seven Andromedians stood out in releif to the bloodshed. He sighed.

He always got stuck with the rookies. They should know better then to turn off their stealth, even if the enemy was dead. Their armor was covered in a backsplash of blood, and they were quieting chattering amongst themselves. Whether it was the preceding battle, or the rumors and legends of they one known as 'The Warmaker', it was beyond him. And he didn't really care.

He was about to bark orders at the lot of them, and discipline them for letting their guards down when it happened. The sands of another dune shifted, and more martians appeared, massing. He cursed under his breath, and started shouting orders as he jumped into the fray. Luckily, the numbers were small, but far too big for the little group there. Death hung in the air, laughing as the battle and bloodshed began.
 
in the prison:

Walking down the corridor in my newly pressed prison uniform, I stride with a sense of purpose. Though my information is reliable, the wing holding the specific prisoners is still difficult to find. Obviously, these rogues are a threat to the leaders of this republic.

Turning down a corridor marked "Top Secret: No admittance," I see a large guard exiting one of the cells. The room is large and circular. Only one exit and entrance, and I'm in it. Seven cells contain enemies of the state and each have high-security electric and manual locks on the solid doors. The guard, not noticing me as I silently make my way down the corridor, sits behind his desk and stares at either the monitors or some recreational magazine.

"Hey you!" the big guard shouts at me when he hears my footsteps. "You can't be here." Obviously, the fact that I am wearing a guard's uniform is not enough to get me into this wing. I continue walking toward the desk and he stands up. The massive brute pulls a club from his belt and tells me to get lost.

"I don't think so, foolish Yuman." I am on him in a heartbeat and quickly render him unconscious. Walking around the desk, I spot his entertainment: a magazine entitled "Martian Maiden Masturbators." "Sick fuck!" I mumble under my breath. Finding the first release button, I disable the electric locks and find the cell occupant list. C-07 Thallon (for treason and conspiricy)

Finding cell seven is easy enough. As though my hands are steel, I rip the manual lock off of the door and push it open. "Thallon. Is that you? You look so very dissheveled. Come, quickly, we must get the others and leave." He looks up and seems confused. Realizing my error, I change my appearance to the first time that he saw me: A medieval knight with his face. "Denoitnem. Remember?"
 
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Thallon

The voice was familiar, but I couldn't recognize the man. The guard stood before me, looking in, someone I'd never seen before.
I peered up at him, clueless.
His appearance changed all of a sudden, turning from a guard to a knight bearing my own face. I leapt back against the wall, nearly falling from the cot in the process.
"Denoitnem, remember?" The voice asked.
I stared back, the drugs making the image before me move some when in reality, I didn't think it was moving much at all.
Then the memory came to me. The desert and the trees, the man who looked like me, then the Lucian. Yes, Denoitnem.
"I thought you were a dream," I spat, realizing that the one thing that seemed too unreal to be anything but a figment of my imagination had turned out to be full-on reality. "What are you doing here?"His first words took hold then: Get the others and leave.
Yes, he had the right idea, I thought, standing and finding my balance a little hard to maintain.
"I need a weapon as soon as we can find one," I told him. "I'm right behind you."
 
Denoitnem:

"Thallon, the guard had a bat and maybe there's a gun behind his desk. I'll open cell two." Ripping the lock off of cell two, I look inside to see Sage asleep on the floor. "Thallon, maybe you want to wake her. No doubt she will be confused by me until she's reminded." I usher Thallon into the room.
 
Thallon

I staggered into the room, finding it a touch easier to get around after I'd been standing for a while, but still not too comfortable.
I saw Sage laying there, asleep it appeared. I hoped that being tired might be her only impairment. If she was drugged as well, Denoitnem might end up carrying us both out.
I knelt down next to her cot, gently touching her shoulder, whispering, "Sage...Sage, wake up."
 
Nalia groaned in pain her eyes fluttering open. She was lying under some debree from her space craft. Where was she? Better yet who was she? Fear invaded her senses. She had no idea who or where she was. A name floated into her concious 'Nalia'. So thats her name. Concentrating hard she still couldn't remember anything else about herself or her life. Forcing herself to calm down she began struggling out from under the debree. Pushing with all her might she managed to dislodge the large metal sheet covering her lower body. It was a miracle she was uninjured and she was thankful for that. She stood up her legs somewhat shaky but strong nonetheless. She surveyed her surroundings slowly. She was in the middle of nowhere literally. To her left was desert, to her right was desert. Everything she looked it was all a wastland. Running a hand agitatedly through her hair she cursed under her breath. "now what the hell am I going to do?"
 
Assantikkan al zef Rhilin eo'Tsan

He sighed, slowly trekking through the desert. His gaze wandered across the dunes around himself. He stopped, looking back where he'd come from. All dead. He'd run when he'd gotten the shot, leaving them to the cruel fate that awaited them. He turned back to face the direction he'd choosen. His feet met the ground as the power cells to his suit took in the sunlight.

There was no need to rush. No point to it, really. He was as good as dead as it was. Any way he'd had to find his way back was gone. His stealth was broken, and he was in the middle of the desert, minor wounds screaming out at every step.

"What's next, I wonder?" He said to himself, "The unpleasant discovery I'm wandering into a martian trap?"
 
Nalia kicked at the sand angry at her situation and her lack of memory. She decided the best course of action would be to search the ship for supplies. Surely they all couldn't be destroyed. A short time later and through alot of moving around parts of her ship all she found was a single canteen of water and some dried meat. "great, just great" she muttered. However she did find a weapon. A gun to be exact and found that she knew how to use it. Well at least she knew that much about herself she though dryly. She knew how to kill properly. Sighing softly she stuck the gun in the waist of her pants and put the other supplies into a backpack she found. She slipped that onto her back and glanced around her once again. "I guess any direction is as good as the next" glancing once more at her plane wreckage Nalia took a deep breath and began what she knew would be a very long journey across the desert, and very likely her last.
 
Denoitnem:

Denoitnem, realizing that the girl isn't waking changes shape to that of a large horse. "Thallon, put her on me and climb on. I don't think we have very long until they notice the guard and the cell doors."
 
Thallon

I look at Denoitnem...A horse?
"I don't mean to complain, but we need a better cover, something more discreet than two convicts riding on horseback...Tell you what, try the guard thing again. I'll see if I can wake her while you go find Madge."
I gave him a quick description of her, hoping he could find her in a short enough period of time.
"If we put her in a guard's uniform, and me in a set of cuffs, we might be able to sneak out before anyone knows what's going on at all. You'll have to carry Sage," I added. "And enough weapons for all of us, though..."
 
Sage...

Sage felt she was locked away somewhere. She had retreated once the strange metal strands had tried to read her mind. It had been so painful she had just, retreated. She felt something touch her and tried to recoil but she was too deep under.

She had to see what was happening.

Out there.

Slowly, painfully she tried to focus. She heard voices.

"Sage...Sage, wake up."

Was that Thallon's voice?

Blinking slowly she tried to look out around her. She saw hands holding hers. She sighed with pleasure. Thallon. Forcing herself to wake from her trance she struggled to get her movement back. She managed to squeeze Thallon's hand with her own.
 
Thallon

My attention fell immediately to Sage as her hand gently gripped my own.
"Sage?" I whispered. "C'mon, Sage, you gotta get up and come with us, we're leaving..."
 
Zed...

"Lord Zed, we have an attempted escape."

Zed sat on his throne and smiled.

"Let me guess, Thallon, Satra and the other?"

"Thallon has been removed from his cell and we have a breech in Satra's cell also. The other is still contained."

"Good... kill the other... and let Satra and Thallon find her before reporting to me."

"Very good Lord Zed."

Zed smiled with satisfaction. He had been waiting for this. Satra had proved remarkably resistant to the mind probes. This time however, she'd help him completely unawares.

'Attention cell block Y, this is number one, release extermination fluid to cell number D/5'

'Understood number one, X-F release code please.'

'Release code 7-9-D-Z-2-0-1.'

'Entering release code 7-7-9-D-Z-2-0-1. We have release. Time to extermination, 15 seconds and counting.'

'Understood.'

'13, 12, 11, 10...'


"Lord Zed, extermination about to be validated sir."

"Excellent."
 
Sage...

Sage nodded gently.

"Yes, leave... leave..." She struggled as she slowly felt herself coming together. Her legs felt like lead but she forced them into action. With Thallon's help she managed to struggle to her feet.
 
Lunden

I hated scout duty. Too much sand and not enough of anything else. The NEw Republic and its duties were becoming hell to me. Work, work, and then...oh, yeah, work! What was I? A mule or something?
"Looks clear on this side," a male voice reported. I turned to see Coulter standing a few yards away, the sand blowing between us, his form masked in the body suit and oxygen mask that protected him from the harshness of the environment.
Yeah, he'd taken me back, after some prodding and convincing, I'd managed to persuade him to give me a second chance, not that it mattered. Someone would have taken me in, with Thallon gone that is.
He'd been my hurdle, and I got the feeling he wasn't returning. Good; he'd just get in my way anyway. How he'd lived so long as he had, with his past and his attitude and his lifestyle, and his goddamn pride...
"Wait," Coulter said. He stood with his hands gripping a pair of binoculars, staring off in the distance.
"What is it?" I asked.
"Movement, nothing too severe," he responded. "Maybe two people, maybe one, but it's controlled movement. Some sort of lifeform, no transportation."
I sighed.
Again, work.
But Satra would have my ass if I didn't at least look. She could be a bitch sometimes, a pure hard, militant bitch.
"Okay, let's check it out..."
I pulled the assault rifle from across my back and followed his lead across the sand.
 
Assantikkan al zef Rhilin eo'Tsan

He stopped, and settled himself down into a sitting position as he got himself some water. He'd rest for a few minutes. He let himself drift, his senses aware if anything should come too close. It wasn't the safest thing to do, but neither was wandering the desert all day.
 
Satra...

"Satra!"

Satra turned to see Walter jogging over to her.

"What's up?" She asked, all business.

Walter tried to smile, but he'd learned long before that Satra wasn't the smiling type. She was almost always all business.

"We've had progress in sector 12, the engineering team have come up with a different pulley system and they think they may have found a way to create a particle filter for the vents."

"Good." Walter didn't move. Satra raised an eyebrow, "was there something else Walter?"

Walter sighed, "I thought, maybe, you could go and check it out yourself, the team would be thrilled to get your feedback."

Satra frowned. This wasn't the first time Walter and her had had this conversation. "This isn't day camp Walter, we're working towards a new world, a place where humans can live and perhaps even thrive. If working for that is not enough to motivate them then nothing is."

Walter straightened. "Yes Sir!" He replied without thinking. Satra had a way of demanding respect. She nodded once before turning on her heel to check on sector 11.
 
Nalia tredged endlessly for what seemed like days but was only hours. Her throat was already parched but she refused to quench her thirst. The little water she had would have to last her for days, maybe weeks. She felt hoplessness invade her senses. She didn't who she was, where she was or anything else for that matter. Was she even close to civilization? What if this planet was all desert and she was the only life form here? NO! she wouldn't think like that, she woulnd't give up. She just started she shouldn't be giving up already. Just then she heard a noise behind her. And sensed another person, turning slowly she glanced back and could have sworn she saw a figure standing ontop of the dune. But it was gone now. "Great, just great. Now I"m hallucinating" she muttered bitterly. But she could still sense another presence. This feeling she couldn't explain. How could she, she didn't even know who she was to begin with let alone any special abilities she might possess. Well if there was someone up on that dune she prayed they were friendly.
 
Assantikkan al zef Rhilin eo'Tsan

He stood up, and slowly started moving again. He stopped, and looked around, the strange feeling that,...He shook his head, and continued moving. He wondered which way he should go to find a suitable place to stay.

He could trust some of the humans, and most of his own kind, but that was only two of the four species this planet held. He sighed, stuck the the middle of a wasteleand, the enemy who knows where, and he was lost.

"What could be worse?" He thought as he moved up the side of one of the dunes.
 
Lunden

"Coulter, any signs on the..."
"Yep," he replied. "Two."
"I only see one," I replied.
"Me too."
I gripped his own weapon and readied it to fire.
"Make sure your safety is off," he suggested.
"I don't want firing unless it's necessary," I replied. More importantly, I didn't want fired upon. I hadn't done so well with weapons in the past. A scuffel might mean m end if the enemy, or worse still, whatever we couldn't see, had sure aim.
"The figure I see appears humanoid," he said. "Maybe the scanner's off, picking up one signal twice. Either way, it isn't likely that a human would be with the enemy. Advance with caution?"
I thought for a moment.
"No," I replied. "We'll trail the subject, see if it's alone before getting any closer. Agreed?"
He nodded. "You're the boss, remember?"
I nodded. He was right. Thanks to Satra, I had pulled a decent rank here. She was proving a handy asset.
"Good," I replied, then moved forward, watching the figure as it went.
 
Assantikkan al zef Rhilin eo'Tsan

He ducked back down behind the dune. He looked over, using his scope to check out the figure he'd spotted. Humanoid. He looked around, checking for any other creatures. Two other humans were in the distance.

He ducked behind the dune, and began to move parallel to the first as he thought. Should he make himself known? The two were obviously following the first. Was it running from them?

He sighed. Various conclusions were possible. But from what he'd seen, the two following seemed better equiped for the desert, meaning they came from an established shelter somewhere.

But that didn't mean much. Using the dunes as cover, Assantikkan followed the first of what he assumed were humans, moving parallel. He'd wait to see what happened before making any judgements.
 
There was more, her head turned in another direction. Two more and they were following her. How she knew this she didn't know but she didn't want them to find her. If they were friendly they would have come right out and said it right? Who would be afraid of a single woman? Turning away from her followers she began walking faster. She heard a sound in the distance then a strange scuffling. Frowning she glanced in the sounds general direction. There was something else out there as well, something not human. Shuddering she placed a hand on her gun, whatever it was it didn't seem to like her to much. Unlike the wariness from the humans that followed her she sensed pure hostility from this new presence. Well whatever it was it was getting closer.
 
Lunden

"Andy," Coulter said.
It didn't sink in right away that he was talking to me, odd considering I was the only other person out here besides him. I hadn't gone by the name Andidria, my real name, in quite some.
"Andy," he said again.
"Yes," I replied.
"I've found another signal."
"The second one again?"
"No, a third."
I stopped, glanced back to him.
"It's further ahead. According to the signal, it's headed toward the one we're following, and she's headed toward it."
"Isn't this just too interesting?" I asked, irritated.
"Well, you wanted an exciting life," he replied.
"Not this kind of exciting," I replied.
"No," he rebutted. "The kind of exciting where everything always works in your favor...the more realistic kind."
I shot him a glance but said nothing.
"We'll pursue, but watch for anything out of the ordinary, and keep an eye on all three signals."
"Gotcha," he replied.
 
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