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- [March 14, 2166]
- [Unknown Bunker Location]
- [Unknown Global Position]
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- The Order of Homo Novus, the notorious Post-Human terrorist organization, is hellbent on ensuring their kind's supremacy over the Human race.
- Nobody knows where their base of operations is, nor even how large they really are. All that's known is that they're growing in size and carrying out missions across the planet for reasons unknown in all but the ultimate objective: the total annihilation of modern society as it's known in its current form, reformed by the titular Bloody Mary and her cohort.
- In a large and surprisingly well-kept ballroom, a very long table made of decorative mahogany that's quite unlike most modern plastic and metal furniture serves as the centrepiece; two long rows of seats run down its length that are headed by a single seat on each end. The ballroom itself has a medieval aesthetic to it; the walls are decorated with paintings and ornamental swords and shields, but some fixtures like the chandeliers and candles are very obviously updated technology.
- Each seat is filled by either a Post-Human dressed in formal attire or a Warrior-class Mimetic; the lowly Drone-class Atlantean machines reside on the walls and ceilings, clinging on with their claws and feet like a certain famously frightening creature of 70s sci-fi horror.
- Soon enough, the woman of the hour, Bloody Mary herself, emerges from the shadows at one end of the room and takes a seat at one of the table's ends. For a moment, the whole room remains in silence, aside from the occasional mechanical stutters from the Drones. However, that period of quiet is shattered as the doors are busted open; white pieces of metal, along with particles of hard-light, float through the entrance and assemble into a Mimetic Keeper by the other end of the long table.
- The Post-Humans are a bit nervous in its presence, but Mary herself is calm. If anything, she seems pleased to have the towering machine in her presence; she eagerly rests her chin on her hands and waits for the Atlantean creation to make the first move.
- (Mimetic Keeper): If it's alright with you, I'd prefer to stand up, Ms. Stoker.
- (Mary Stoker): It's fine. Errr..... what shall I call you?
- (Mimetic Keeper): I am simply a Keeper-class Mimetic, standing in service to the artificial intelligence known as Zeus. Therefore, you may simply refer to me as the Keeper.
- (Mary Stoker): And if we meet others of your rank?
- (Mimetic Keeper): Unlike your Synthetics of today, we Mimetics share a single driving personality for each given class. Every individual Drone, Warrior, and Keeper is identical in knowledge and attitude.
- (Mary Stoker): So, there are technically only three actual conscious minds at work, then?
- (Mimetic Keeper): That is correct, she who drinks blood.
- (Mary Stoker): Very well then, Keeper. Now that we've all gathered here, I propose a toast! To new allies!
- (Post-Humans): To new allies!
- The members of the Order raise their glasses for the toast and drink up; everyone else has aged wines whilst Bloody Mary helps herself to a glass of blood. The Mimetics watch on, indifferent to the toast due to not requiring sustenance of any kind.
- (Mary Stoker): Now..... down to business. I presume you don't intend to help us after we've dealt with the Humans?
- (Mimetic Keeper): Quite the contrary. We've been watching your kind for awhile now. After our guardian, Gamera, abandoned us for the Humans, we felt lost. But after seeing your potential, we decided to help your cause. YOU are the rightful inheritors of the Earth and beyond.
- Mary smiles; the Post-Human leader stands up and walks around to the end of the table. Once she comes up to the Keeper, she extends a hand. The Mimetic, in response, bends over and shakes her hand to signify their newfound alliance. All of the other members of the Order clap lightly; the lights of the Warriors and Drones glow slightly brighter.
- (Mary Stoker): I'm glad to see your kind supporting ours.
- (Mimetic Keeper): Think nothing of it, good maiden. However, if we are to assist you, we must replenish our former strength.
- (Mary Stoker): Don't worry about it. My people are getting the supplies necessary to build up the Mimetics' forces as we speak.
- (Mimetic Keeper): And the great machines of the Humans?
- (Mary Stoker): Simple. We turn the source of their profit and protection into their greatest fears, back from the grave.
- (Mimetic Keeper): Very creative. And what of the Storm Covenant, the remnants of that monster-worshiping cult?
- (Mary Stoker): No need to worry about them. Besides......
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- [110 N. Moore Street - Firehouse]
- [New York City Ruins]
- [Former American continent]
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- At the old firehouse where a group of scavengers under the employ of the Order of Homo Novus were holed up, a string of destruction can be seen. Several of the once intact structures of the firehouse are now almost completely destroyed, and some bits and pieces of the scavengers are strewn about the ground.
- An enormous creature is hunched over and feeding on the body of Karen Wagner. It has a roughly humanoid shape, with flailing tentacles on its back, devil-esque horns, a pair of beastly clawed hands and feet with a smaller pair of hands on its abdomen, three pairs of spider-like eyes, and a toothy split mandible jaw structure, all compounded by a complete lack of hair.
- (Mary Stoker): *narration* They're completely harmless nowadays.
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