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*******: They say it all started years ago.
*******: They say it was our fault.
*******: But the truth was much to important to us.
*******: Now we are hunted, now we are at war.
*******: It was to be glorious, everyone knowing what truly was.
*******: To the future, I leave this: Secrets are best left alone.


Long ago a group of hackers hacked into top secret military projects. What they found was horrifying. They let the world know what their country was doing. Wars broke out, civilizations died, and the world became a wasteland. A few hundred years later, the Genesis project was made. It was meant terraform and colonize Mars. The pod had a malfunction and created a wormhole. The engine became fussed with a child, thus causing it to become living. The human child was killed, but the computer became what we call Protector. Our pod landed on an unfamiliar world. We were of a thousand people. We grew and lost ourselves. Our secrets became to horrid to let out. Wars were started again. The Protector was lost in time. Now a group of people were sent out to find it. Unknown to them, a spy is among them to steal it for a warring nation.

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"You, the proud few, have been chosen to take this craft to search the lands for the lost technology. You were hand chosen by The Great One himself so that this technology will save us all. Do your best out there, and remember: We are all counting on you!"

Captain of the squad:
Duties: Organize the squad and lead the expedition

Engineer
Duties: Mechanical expert

Medical Officer
Duties: Food rationing and treatments for any ailments
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Name: Ilyria Grace Sharp
Age: 28
Psychological evaluation: Ilyria has PTSD from serving as a front line medic, to deal with the stress she has been diagnosed with multiple personality disorder. Ilyria likes long walks, fluffy animals, and helping others. She dislikes pain, too much blood, and mean people. Grace is the exact polar opposite of Ilyria but she would never do anything to harm her other personality because she was created to directly relieve the stress from her.
Personal History: Ilyria grew up with a pretty normal childhood. Her father was in the army so she was bounced from base to base. However, that did not deter her happiness which made her mother happy. But happiness wouldn't last as her father was dishonorably discharged from the army for going crazy and killing his own platoon.

After that the family fell apart and Ilyria felt ashamed of her father. She ran away to live on her own at 18 and worked herself nearly to death to put herself through school. She spent the next eight years struggling to pay for college and various other courses to get a Bachelors of Science in Nursing. Once that was accomplished she also joined the army and soared through basic training.

She was put on the front lines because she could keep her cool while doing whatever she needed. However, one day on a routine perimeter check her platoon was attacked. Seeing her friends and lover dismembered warped her mind and thus her split personality Grace was born. Grace used all the medical knowledge that Ilyria knew and killed the attackers mercilessly. Ilyria is highly recommended for her medical knowledge in saving people and Grace is recommended for using the same knowledge to kill anyone in her path.
Personal Items: Locket with a picture of her parents, beading bracelet with a silver tree on it - given to her by her lover, and large medical kit containing various medical supplies.
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Archeologist
Duties: Digging, searching, and evaluating everything relevant to the search
WhiteDragonLady
Name: Skai Song
Age: 21
Psychological evaluation: Calm, reserved, kind, caring, depebdable, patient(to a point) and a little unstable. She loves finding artifacts and has no problem letting everyone know either. She likes stuffed animals, chocolate, ancient artifacts, animals, stargazing, cooking (some one has to), singing and writing. She hates spiders, scorpions, the color pink, neon colors, bad cooking, bullies, people who look down on her and people who piss her off in general. Also, he has a weakness for very cute things, sweets, and children and if you ever want to get on her good side, the sweets and stuffed animals are a win. She has a habit of attracting trouble...just so you know...
Personal History: Kai was born to an Archeologist father and a mother of unknown origin along with five older brothers and sisters who are all grown and spread all over but she keeps in constant contact with all of them since they worry when she's out in the world alone. She is the youngest and therefore probably the most likely to get into trouble. When she turned 15, both her parents sent her to the Academy where she learned the things that she would need for an Archeologist in the group. It is also where she became a big fan of archeologist since her father is one.

Skai graduated the Academy and is now on a team with a few others on a mission. Not much else is known about her since she doesn't talk about her past life much. Not since both her parents died in a plane crash. She was so devastated by the fact that she didn't speak for an entire year, but that changed when she found her father's journal and her mother's pendant hidden in the bottom of her dresser. Now, she's determined to help her team and make her parents proud in the process. Hopefully she can do it without strangling her teammates. Hopefully.
Personal Items: A blue and white journal, her father's old journal which she keeps hidden somewhere and reads in private, her mothers sapphire pendant, and her stuffed tigers, Pandora and Kratos ( a gift from her siblings), which she keeps in her bag at all times.
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Spy
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Name: Logan Jericho
Age: 18
Psychological evaluation: An eccentric individual, whom, while able to keep perfectly calm in most situations, can be made somewhat nervous in certain social situations. He is very intelligent, and quite a curious person with Eidetic memory. He is manipulative of others, at times testing their reactions to what he says and does and the situations produced. He may even end up manipulating others without intending to. His body and mind are effected by genetic engineering, which may have had unintended effects. He has a variety of interests in both the natural and the technical sciences, as well as psychology and anthropology. He isn't overtly loyal to the opposing side of this war, however, he will do what he must to ensure they obtain the computer, or at the very least, the team doesn't.
Personal History: In his society of origin, the citizens each have their genotypes checked for various reasons. This is useful not only for genetic compatibility for mates, but also for finding potential genetic diseases or detriments, and the potential effects and susceptibility to certain kinds of genetic engineering. He was born as a set of paternal twins, to a monogamous pair of parents, his father and mother. His father was a researcher into integrating current technology and any lost technology found by Archeologists. His mother was a captain in the military. During their gestation, their genotypes were tested. They were found to be compatible each with some new experimental forms of genetic engineering, each meant to enhance the body and mind in various ways. At the will of the state, and partially due to their deep connections within the government, their parents were forced to have their children as part of this experiment.

After birth, both he and his sister developed rapidly, displaying impressive rates of mental and physical development. Seeing the potential that Logan held in the field, and his sister outside of it, they were both trained throughout their childhood for their positions. They finished their training completely at 17. Logan displayed advanced mental and physical skills, and showed potential both as a uniquely adapted soldier and spy. Between the two, spying was far more useful given the situation of the war. He was prepared for when his time came and eventually snuck into the enemy's society as a spy and a false citizen, managing to eventually penetrate their government as a linguist, computer linguist, anthropologist, and naturalist, secretly providing information to and receiving orders of sabotage from his kingdom.

With the upcoming mission, he was ordered to attempt to join the mission, intent to find the Protector. However, his real mission would be to stop them from obtaining it, and potentially capture it for his kingdom. Logan requested, however, that in completing this mission he, and his sister be freed from their obligations and forced occupations within and to their government, and be allowed to live their lies. The government officials presiding over them reluctantly agreed.
Personal Items: Logan has a small, advanced, PDA-like device, which has records of various languages and other information useful for his official mission. He keeps it well hidden on his person. The device is able to hone in on and interact with his brain waves, allowing him to interact with it mentally. It can be used to interact with and hack other technology. It also gives him access to a few energy-based weapons and defenses. These are only to be used in emergency as a last resort, or if his cover is blown. He also has several normal books and resources outside of the device. He has a lab and lab kit for taking samples during the mission, and an environmental suit to protect against various hazards.
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Duties: Keep secrets, report to high command (the enemy of the group), and betray as many as you can

Soldier one
Duties: Escort

Soldier two
Duties: Escort

Soldier three
Duties: Escort
PassiveAnger
Name: Winston Helpings
Age: 27
Psychological evaluation: Likes learning at his own pace, relaxing runs, nice scenery. Dislikes gore, uncooked food, sickness, and driving. Given him pills, but he has returned the pills, stating "I have too much male pride for painkillers." Possibly of him having post traumatic stress disorder and survivor guilt is negligible.
Personal History: His father was an ex-criminal, born poor, but is now a fully functional part of society. His mother is hardworking, kind, and always looking out for her son. She protested to Winston joining the military, but could not stop it. Older brother programs hardware for civilian electronics. Oldest brother is married, to a girl as smart as him. He's currently a psychologist, but last time he heard, was changing jobs. Older sister is currently a teacher, also married.

Compared to them, Winston believes he's done next to nothing. He's willing to become cannon fodder to prove himself. He's gone beyond the call of duty, but always states "I'm ready for more." Half his squad died, and the rest retreated, believing he was also dead. He was alive, completed the mission as a lone solider, and to this day, does not have a uniform with a ribbon or medal on it.

His favorite memory is his first mission. He didn't fire a single shot, but carried a injured civilian several miles through inhospitable lands until reaching a medical tent.

Last mission was aiding in bomb defusal security. Hostages were in the building when security was taken out. Once again the lone solider, he defused the bomb before it detonated.
Personal Items: A jagged rock from Earth. It looks like cavemen used it for combat. A turtle shell of unknown origin. A mini cactus.
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Navigator
Duties: Navigation
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Name: Idolum Cursiamen
Age: 23
Psychological evaluation: Idolum has a history of depression and schizophrenia. He claims to be able to talk to machines. He is the best pilot in the kingdom. He enjoys playing logic games. He does love books, but claims to rarely have free time. He hated his family and holds a lot of pent up anger inside of him. He is very lustful, but is aware of boundaries.
Personal History: Idolum was born into a middle class family. He had abusive grandparents and neglectful family. He ran from his family and joined the Academy when he was sixteen. He had the highest scores ever recorded, yet chose pilot. He has a record of aggression and fights throughout his training sessions. He put into solitary several times for the safety of others.

He graduated at the top of his class at the age of twenty. He was quickly recruited into the elite forces as their main pilot. His piloting skills are the best, but he refused to obey the procedures just so that no man would be left behind. It is that recklessness that caused his quick expelling of the forces. He was discharged dishonorably after fighting with the admiral for that matter. After he was returned home, his family was reported murdered.

With the investigation ongoing, Idolum tried to flee the kingdom. It was for that reason and the hate of his family that he was instantly tried fro their murders. No evidence was found linking him to the murders. He was dismissed from the case. Everyone still suspects him for their murders. He was given the name of The Mad Pilot. However, due to his no man left behind policy we have recommended him with the highest of honor to this expedition.
Personal Items: A sword with the family crest engraved into the hilt. Legend says that this sword was the key to starting the protector.
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Logan Jericho, The Manipulator, the Spy, The Eccentric, The Villan...?


Logan looked out towards the ship, his face with merely a calm gaze. It was his most important mission. The Protector itself was at stake. His actions would determine the fate of the very war. However, there was something far more important to him. The success of the mission would assure that he and his sister would be free from their government, and the war they fought with this one and others. Logan mentally checked his PATA, a device which was of great use to him. However, he would need to keep this device unnoticed by the others, and thus kept it on his person. Due to the technology of the device, he was able to interact with it purely through his mind. Of course, compared to the technology in the device, the ship was a piece of junk.

His society had far more advanced technology then that of this one. Of course, the military of this one seemed far more adapt then that of his own, which explained why they were able to hold on as long as they had. Normally a society with less advanced technology would quickly fall prey to one with greater advances. However, there are cases where strategy and other factors lead to a stalemate, if not an outright victory. One would have to consider this the case with the war over terraformed Mars. These thoughts all passed through the mind of Logan in these few seconds. Then Logan reached the ship.

He waited as the doors to the ship opened. Looking inside with a hint of curiosity in his eyes, he entered the ship. Firstly he took a moment to look around. He examined the internal size and potential rooms within. He would be traveling in this ship for awhile, so it would be best to work out the structure of the ship. He, after all, would need the knowledge to take advantage of it. He would also need to examine the ship's software. It would be so much easier to reprogram or hack if need be.

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It's been nearly a month since he became a 'hand picked hero'. He's still eating his meals by himself. No farewell parties, no congratulations, no hooker in a giant cake. Just him. He left the restaurant he was in. Much too happy for him. On his way to a public form of transportation he noticed a beggar. He sat next to him.
"Looks like you're a little lonely." Ironic coming from Winston.
"This is the life I ended up with... My fault for all the drugs." The silence of the night was somehow calming to Winston.
"How about we go shopping." The beggar was confused. They bought jackets and boots. Afterwards they went to the restaurant Winston walked out earlier.
"I can't thank you enough." A plate of soup was put on the table.
"You don't want any?"
"I already ate." After the meal, both of them were back at were they started.

"I can't take all of this for free." Winston was going to deny it, when the beggar pulled out a rock from his pocket. It was jagged and rough.
"Have this. Legend says it comes from Earth."
"What country is that?"
"Not a county, a planet." This wasn't impossible. Eccentric trillionaries sometimes go on leisure trips to far off planets, but seeing as this man doesn't have any money, and no planet is called 'Earth' he didn't believe it. He still took it out of pity though.

This was the last thing he did before leaving for his escort mission.

I have one sleepy eye
The other one is wet, and wants to cry.

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Idolum entered the docking area. He had already been debriefed on the subject and was heading to the ship. All he had with him was a bag of clothes and his family's sword. He began to look through the dock to find the ship he was to be piloting. It was supposed to have been a leftover from the original terraforming ship. He could hear it calling to him. "Idolum, come to me. Idolum it is I. Come and take me to find the missing peace." "Yeah, yeah... I hear ya, ya stupid machine. I am coming." He was honestly starting to get tired of the whole ordeal.

When he got to his ship he noticed the door wide open. He tied his bag onto his belt and unsheathed his sword. He crept up slowly to the door. He followed the corridors in the ship. It was a little small, so he thought it was probably just a scouting ship. When he found his way to the helm he saw a man standing in there. He got close enough to touch the sword on the man's back. "Name, rank, and reason for being here. I'll gut you through if I don't like what I hear.""Be weary of this one. He is not what he seems." The ship told Idolum.

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Winston was in the bathroom before hearing all the commotion. He quickly flushed the space age toilet, washed his hands, and rushed to the scene.
"Whoa, what's going on? I heard something about gutting." He saw two and couldn't tell who was the aggressor. He assumed the man with the navigator with a blade nearly half his size was the priory threat. Although he himself had automatic plasma shotgun on his back.
"Stand down soldier. We're all hand picked." He said this from a comfortable distance.

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Logan Jericho, The Manipulator, the Spy, The Eccentric, The Villan...?

Logan looked through the corridors of the ship, keeping note of the rooms, finally reaching the control room of the ship. He took a few moments to look it over, taking note of the controls. His PATA was, meanwhile, scanning the ship's software and control systems so he held a general understanding of it. He wasn't exactly going to be an ace pilot or navigator. Though, given his previous training, he had learned how to run and pilot some military-style vehicles. The scan would make things so much easier. He heard soft foot-steps behind him. However, he chose to wait and see what his apparent stalker would do.

Soon enough, the cold metal of a blade was pointed towards his back. His would-be assailant asked him who he was in so-many words and threatened him. "Logan Jericho, Expert in Linguistics, Anthropology, Computer language, Biology, and Ecology, among a few other things." He glanced back to the man, his face calm, almost lacking any visible emotion at all. Most of all, not an ounce of fear was visible. Before Logan could act or say much more, an man, dressed in military gear came in. He questioned what was happening, before explaining to the sword-bearer and trying to calm him. There was glint of curiosity in Logan's eyes, before his face shifted, as did his voice, to one of worry. "This man stalked me into here. Why's he trying to kill me?"

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It has become appallingly obvious

that our technology has

exceeded our humanity

Albert Einstein

User Image Idolum Cursiamen, The Navigator Can you hear my training, this is its sound: Beautiful Wings

Idolum put his sword at rest and sheathed it. He saluted the men there. "Idolum, best navigator around." He stated before sitting at his position. He pressed a few buttons and the ship began to start up. The light cam on and the windows pulled up holographic screens. He then began to look through the status logs. "The captain, engineer and the other two soldiers are stuck in a battlefield. We will pick them up along the way."

He looked around for two other people. "We are expecting a medic and an archeologist here shortly. It may take till next morning for them to get here though." He turned back to his screen. "By the way, your plasma shotgun is empty, and it is in violation of the contracts. Please put it in the weapons supply until you need it for an out of ship mission." He was glad that he remembered all the conditions to this assignment. "It is futile for you to go anywhere. We will have it.""Don't listen to it, we will find it and restore peace." "SHUT UP ALL OF YOU! I need quiet to pilot you, and other machine, you annoy me. Please remain quiet. I know not what or where you are."


The real problem is not

whether machines think,

it is if men do.

B. F. Skinner

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