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"Humanity can survive, my friends. But it will take effort and it will take sacrifice. But first, we must rebuild the wheel to study these assailants from beyond. Any piece, any fragment of the Deus Pinnae that rears its head will be ours. Yamata 16 can no longer afford to linger in the shadows. If we must, we will take all of Bastion space in our grasps and ravage it until every metal sliver of the Pinnae is revealed... By any means necessary."

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 Vestiges of Our Kind, Yamata 16.
Jonathan Langdon
 Posted: Feb 28 2016, 04:40 PM
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February 29th, 5016.

Jonathan waited with a serene stillness as the walls around him shot upward. The plane he stood on descended into the earth, whose cavernous walls had been hollowed out to accommodate the necessary room Yamata 16 required for this location. It was a seed, a black cell, untouched by the world outside and the universe at large. And like a cell, it was one singular piece to a glorious organ that formed a miraculous living creature. The cells were everywhere, hidden in plain view or far away, on planets untouched by humanity and asteroids adrift in space. They had no shape, no pattern. They had no signature, which was just how Yamata 16 had preferred it for so many years.

Since its conception, Yamata 16 had worked in the shadows of humanity. It was there when the foundations of Bastion were construction and the universal order had been born. So, too, would it be there when the universe changed again.

The elevator came to a slow, descending to the eighth layer of the black cell's complex. Parting, Jonathan stride forth with the associates that followed him. Resha Heron, one of the higher members of Bastion authority, and Mikael Smithe, the head of an industrial weapon's complex. Both had been members of Yamata 16 for years. Both lay in the shadows, living their lives. But they were but a minute portion of any weight in the universe that Yamata 16 had.

They knew the truth. They remembered. And that was all that Yamata 16 asked.

"This cell is not for the faint of heart," Jonathan said as his easy stride carried him into the pristine metallic halls. They passed room by room, each full of equipment and people to operate them. "It is a facility designed to harness and manipulate xeno-biologicals. Countless species from across countless star systems, each just as interesting as the last. It wasn't long before humans discovered their uniqueness once we entered into interstellar territories. No doubt you've heard of Soot? An extremely addictive hallucinogenic. It comes from a snail-like organism from Salacia. That's the biggest find for the public to come across. Easy to make, easy to harvest. Child's play."

Jonathan adjusted the pristine sleeve of his garb. Fashioned after a doublet, it clung to his form without a single speck of filth against the white material. Laced over his form with an asymmetrical pattern, it cut in two ways just under his navel and split into two thick tails that stopped just above his ankles. Covered from head to toe, there was never any evidence of his affliction.

"We all know there are far more things to consider than just animal organisms. Plants, bacterium, and others we cannot yet even begin to classify. Each planet is a haven for new possibilities. And possibilities are what we are concerned with."

Jonathan turned down another hall, which led to a quick set of stairs that descended to another level.

"I wanted you both to see what we were working on here for a reason. Holo-messages share only so much. They do not provide the true details of the reality we live in."

"Such as?" Resha inquired. "Besides the obvious. Smell, taste, touch..."

"Mm, indeed. Besides the obvious. Come, I will show you. It was you especially I wanted to share this with, Miss Heron. And don't think I've forgotten about you, Mister Smithe. Your opinion is something I desire," Jonathan said, walking on as the two large, bay doors began to open. The lights inside flickered on, revealing an empty chamber.

"If you would," Jonathan gestured with the kindest of smiles. Resha and Mikael looked at one another before taking the assurance given to them, moving into the room. They moved passed a railing and down a double ramp, each taking their own, only to come to the plain, empty floor. They cast a shadow that descended into the floor itself -- glass.

"Stand still."

The walls began to rumble and the room began to hiss...
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Jonathan Langdon
 Posted: Mar 10 2016, 08:14 PM
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Jonathan watched as the floor beneath Resha and Mikael began to shift. The mechanical gears therein smoothly coasted beneath a layer of transparent aluminium. It provided the same support that any alloy could, but made for perfect viewing. The walls hissed with the departure of the horizontal panels beneath, exposing the next layer of rooms and chambers beneath Resha and Mikael.

Both individuals looked down. Mikael gasped, but Jonathan could only hear Resha's reaction in the permeating silence and grim expression on her face. That placid, gentle smile remained on his face as he stepped down from his dias, walking the same path they had to the transparent floor. His hands set themselves behind the small of his back as he turned his gaze down. Even then, his posture proclaimed proud confidence.

Beneath Resha, Mikael, and Jonathan was yet another level of laboratories. The room they were in was nothing more than a platform to view one of their ongoing projects beneath.

Needless to say, neither Mikael nor Resha found it appetizing.

"There are countless possibilities with abiogenic procedures. We've been able to enhance humanity beyond the comprehension of earlier ages. Where synthetic limbs were scarcely a reality, we can take the biological components and transform an entire human being into a synthetic creature -- alive, but only just. We can take humans and bring them to their peak. We can inject and alter the very structure of their DNA and splice it with those of nearly any creature we come across. Mikael, you yourself are one of these specimens, are you not?" Jonathan inquired, making a slow arc around the man. "An Adam, perfect physical fitness. Enhanced reflexes, strength, intelligence -- the ideal of ideals in human evolution. But, such a thing is merely the limit of humans themselves."

Jonathan looked below with a scrutinizing gaze. There was a creature in there, huddled in a corner. Filth lined the walls, marred with streaks of bloodied hands; but it was not that creature's own blood. What remained of that creature had once been human, now it was just a twisted thing.

"There are sacrifices that must be made for this progress. The morality of our universe is dictated by those who hold their power. They hold themselves back with futile attempts at 'civilization.' We in Yamata 16 have always known that we cannot be held in bondage by these rules and, thus, we have departed from the sanctity of civilization to live in the shadows, even if we remain apparent." Even Jonathan had a day job. "Progress will not be stifled. Not when our future remains at risk."

Jonathan lifted a hand, raising a single finger. "All it takes is one breakthrough. Can you tell me the greatest breakthroughs in history?"

"Fire," Resha said. "The wheel."

Mikael gathered his stomach. "Iron. Electricity."

Jonathan smiled. "And so on and so on, until we come to the newest age. The Anthropocene ended when we left Earth. And it was the Deus Pinnae that marked our exodus. That is our wheel... after a fashion.

"It appeared in our skies. It gave us everything in our desperate hour, granting us the ability to take to the heavens and to the stars. The Deus Pinnae bequeathed us the necessary knowledge to escape the prison evolution had forced us to. We became our own gods, creating the Hephaesti. We discovered the stars and learned to control the very foundations of life.

"In doing so, we broke the wheel. We broke it from its axle and broke the spokes. We shattered it into a trillion pieces and took it across the stars." Jonathan suddenly frowned. "And then we forgot about it. So few even remember how we got to this point."

Jonathan made a sudden turn, his arm sweeping out in a regal gesture. "Except Yamata 16. We have not forgotten. Through our incarnations, we have never forgotten about our wheel." He looked between the two, head cocked to the side, his eyes narrowing with an almost violent intensity. "We did not forget that it was not humanity that made the wheel. It was something else, something centuries far beyond our ability as a species. And some day, they will come for their wheel -- and we will either be prepared or we will perish."

"Humanity can survive, my friends. But it will take effort and it will take sacrifice. But first, we must rebuild the wheel to study these assailants from beyond. Any piece, any fragment of the Deus Pinnae that rears its head will be ours. Yamata 16 can no longer afford to linger in the shadows. If we must, we will take all of Bastion space in our grasps and ravage it until every metal sliver of the Pinnae is revealed... By any means necessary."
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