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I'm in ur base watching ur d00dz

Tales from Venture territory as told by Livendstix of the Hedonist Empire

Zen Amydros’ smiling face was dashed from Livendstix’s vid screen as the disgusted Hedonist switched the feed off. The Harmonics’ latest press release on their most recent biosynthetic ‘success’ had not been lost on his conscience.
Once again he reflected on the blessings that came with being a Hedonist. "We provide that which causes the most happiness to the greatest number."
It beat even Democracy as a guiding principle to a government. A technocracy governed by a monarchy with happiness for the greatest number being the top priority. it had worked through several universes and was even gaining popularity as a religion.
Outsiders frequently made the mistake of thinking Hedonists were merely about parties, sex and drugs all in massive quantities. It is true that Hedonists have their fair share of those. The same folks frequently found out the hard way on the wrong side of a Hedonist cannon how much harder a free volunteer will fight for his land and people over a conscript with the threat of a bullet to the back.
Live placed a call to Mountie over in Bloodline.....
"Live , what are you up to? " said Mountie curious as Live had not been very communicative lately.
"I am feeling down, I got growth and economy out of the stall they were in thanks to you and Briggy. The research alignments I have need to be reset as I just had some new folks show up and the results I’m getting do not meet expectations. I am plotting the death of an outcast over here but the reason I called is I am getting the urge to reveal the Hedonist secret, again."
Mountie pondered for a moment then said "This is about those twisted experiments in The Harmonics isn't it?"
"Yes it is. I know they couldn't handle our good stuff but even the early baselines are better than killing poor slobs off."
"Don’t waste your time Live. They wont buy our drugs because there are far to many prudes there and upgrade the human genome while making people happy?? it runs counter to all the things they have been doing?!"
"VV did it and look at Duke and Kek? They have their folks on track."
"They were Universally renowned party animals prior to aligning with the Hedonists' as well. You need to let it go Live."
Livendstix sighed..."Your right Mountie. I just needed a friend to talk me down thanks bud."
"Anytime Live, I got a war fleet to commission so I will talk to you later." Mountie replied as he cut the connection.
Live still pondered though as He puffed a Buzzer 210-A alight and stared into his rum.
Nanytes..... machines so tiny we place them within our drugs and booze so we can drink and inhale them. They build up in our system and enhance the best of our human qualities. All while we get stoned or drunk.
The same little machines that enhance our strength, reflexes and ability to retain knowledge are also capable of cleaning the toxins that make us drunk or stoned out in an instant if we get the adrenaline surge that comes with an emergency.
We cant even share them as we would lose a slight military advantage as others wouldn't care and would use the same tech to turn their populations into tortured twisted monsters in constant pain purely for their own version of what is ideal.
A Hedonist at least has the choice to choose what to enhance or to not enhance at all.
"yes" he muttered under his breath in a stoned voice to no one at all. "It is better we not hand even the concept over to children with no idea of what true power is... better to let them keep torturing animals for fun...."
His reverie continued for 15 minutes or an hour. He wasn't sure when he was snapped out of it by an incoming priority call from his agent in Zen Amydros' lab. He tossed the stub of the buzzer into an ashtray and slapped the accept button.
It was a compressed coded message that couldn’t be traced sent out in a series of random micro-bursts to preserve his agents safety. it left much to be desired as it took days to piece together any lengthy data streams. It did insure that once placed an agent couldn’t be tracked down and would be able to mole deep into his opponents empire.
The text at the start of the message simply read " Actual security footage of the harmonics latest success"
A veteran of many battles, Live forced himself to watch all the way through as Zen and his pet vivisectionist inflicted archaic chemical, radioactive and mechanical means to attempt to improve the tortured soul strapped to the table. The three individuals were a macabre tableau to witness the horrors man visits upon man in the name of science and the greater good.
Live spit in his garbage can to get rid of the bad taste this so called experiment was leaving in his mouth.
"yep its no problem being for the greater good unless you are the poor son of a bitch strapped to the table." he muttered to himself.
When the subjects heart stopped Live caught the massive spike in the brain activity monitor that the vivisectionist missed. Live couldn’t think of that woman as a doctor in any sense of the term.
It was a rare occurrence he was familiar with from early Hedonist experiments using radioactive energy to power the nanytes. The hedonists had isolated and eliminated the problem long before even attempting to use human subjects. current Nanytes used the host body to provide power and were shielded to prevent the effect he knew was coming.
The violence that followed was bloody and to fast for a person of normal reflexes to follow. Zen not being enhanced as Live was would never realize he had been saved from death by a momentary muscle spasm on the part of his subject.
The recording ended with Zen whispering sweet nothings while cradling his pet butcher as emergency med crews rushed in to attempt to save her. The zombie continued its pounding on the field.
"Lord Thunder help us all if Zen calls that debacle a success!” Live said as he turned and immediately typed out a priority message to his agent.

Priority red one; you are authorized to blow cover and return ASAP. mission objectives follow.

1) Zombie is not human it must be destroyed. The body now houses a extra dimensional alien mind that will promise Zen anything to gain more bodies for its race
2) The doctor leading the experiments must be killed as she may retain the knowledge to repeat this experiment
3)Destroy as many records of prior experiments leading up to this one as possible.
Live slapped the send as priority key. The message would go coded but in one burst easy to trace but the Universe didn’t have time to wait in this instance.

Live then requested a council of all the hedonist leaders… they might be forced to let the secret out as a plan B if his agent failed and The Harmonics continued down the path that could lead to the end of humanity.

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Science is green.

“How are his vitals?” Zen Amydros surveyed the flayed being in front of him with a calculated intelligence. This was the thirty-fifth attempt. Every previous attempt to synthesize Genesian and Human DNA had ended with the termination of the subject. Fifteen cardiac arrest, ten simple synthesis rejections, five reacted violently and had to be subdued, two succumbed to internal bleeding, two shorted-out brain stems, and one explosion. Zen picked a piece of dried flesh out of his hair.
“Everything looks fine so far, President Amydros. Neurological map is sound.” Said Dr. Anastasia Fedorova, her pretty face hidden behind a surgical mask and goggles. Her vestments were spattered with blood and bits of patients, but there was no doctor within the entire Harmonic dominion that Zen trusted more with a scalpel in her hands. The two stood across from each other over the table where their subject lay, underneath a tangle of experimental machinery and humming vents reaching up to the surface.
“Good. Are we ready to begin?” Zen took off his glasses briefly and polished them on his jacket.
“The DNA cocktail is at optimal sync ratio. I’m ready on your mark.” Anastasia flexed her fingers and breathed deeply.
Zen reached out and depressed a blue switch on the console to his right. Several machines sprang to life and snapped into position. The tachyon field generator screeched for a moment, and then an orange sheen glimmered around the patient’s inert form. From the bottom, a lead shield over a special blend of decaying isotopes slid back and the freed radiation sprang into the body, . Two syringes on robotic arms sprang from the table and jabbed with symmetrical precision into the neck. The DNA cocktail poured into the bloodstream and the patient began to jerk uncontrollably.
“Report.” Said Zen. A single drop of sweat formed on his forehead.
“He’s stable. So far. The cocktail is bonding itself to the cells. We’re almost as far as number seven made it.” The seizures continued. Zen’s brow became drenched with perspiration and he wiped it off with his sleeve. Anastasia’s icy blue eyes stared intently at the jerking body as if it were a chessboard, augmenting the bonding process through radiation-proof gloves with scalpel, needle and serum while the deadly radiation was contained harmlessly within the tachyon field. Zen glanced up at the holographic display. The brain was almost completely bonded.
“This is the longest-lasting bonding process I’ve ever seen. It’s working.” Anastasia’s breathing became faster and more excited. Suddenly, the jerking and seizures stopped. The patient lay still. The holographic display of the body showed no pulse.
“Damn it. He’s dead. Damn it! What are we doing wrong? Is the radiation too strong? Is the DNA ratio correct? Maybe we’re using the wrong subjects?” Zen raged and turned to leave the chamber. He had had enough. Even a patient man needs to draw the line somewhere.
“Zen… wait. He’s alive. The brain is stable. Blood is flowing… but his heart’s still stopped. I’ve never seen anything like this.” Zen slowly brought himself back to look. The patient’s eyes opened.
The patient stared at the man through the buzzing tachyon field. He turned his head slightly to look at Anastasia. He looked down at the gauntleted hands holding scalpel and tweezers above his gut. Then he looked at Zen again.
Like lightning, he reached out ,snatched the scalpel from Anastasia’s glove, and flicked it through the tachyon field as if it wasn’t there. Anastasia gurgled and stumbled backwards, clutching at her throat against the gouts of blood spilling from her jugular. Zen’s fingers flew to the tachyon field controls, cranked it to maximum, and heard the sound of the tweezers flying towards his neck clang against the now-impenetrable plane of force. The patient’s fists could be heard clashing futilely against the field, as Zen reached for the button that hailed the paramedics. He rushed to Anastasia, who was now bleeding out on the floor.
“Will he survive?” She gasped.
“Yes. I’ll see to it. You’ve done well, Ana. Just hang on, the paramedics will be here soon.”
“No chance.” She coughed blood and took a rasping breath. “My part is finished.”
“You have my word, this is only the beginning. Your work will help bring our light to the universe.” Zen smiled kindly into the dying woman’s face, who returned it as well as she could.
“For the future, my leader.”
“For the future. Sleep now.” Anastasia’s eyes went dark. Zen stood up and wiped her blood from his hands with a handkerchief. The paramedics burst into the room, and swarmed around Anastasia’s body. Zen shook his head as they passed. Such a damn waste. Such a promising talent.
Zen retired to his chambers. His capital city stretched out before him, spires of glass and steel reflecting the evening sunlight into beautiful patterns on the carbon walls behind his desk. He brought up the diagnostic scans on patient 35 and studied them until the sun went down. He sniffed his fingers, the scent of her blood was still there. No matter how many times he smelled blood, it always felt the same way… profound disgust at our own fragility, the sheer weakness of the human species.
Well, that was what Anastasia died for. Soon everything would change. The Harmonics were already feared by the other factions for their terrifying efficiency and rate of growth. Their ancient institutions and outdated practices had no choice but to fall before progress. Our better world is coming, Zen thought to himself. Any day now.

Just try not to use up any of the oil. We need that. Seriously.

Early days on Lankhmar, as told by Brother Daniel of the Alliance of Sionian Territories

The world suddenly returned to normal. Brother Daniel and the rest of the crew of the SRA Ironwing fought off intense nausea as the revolver drive that had rocketed them through oblivion smoked and fell off the ship's stern in white-hot fragments. Daniel regained his composure. Dierdre MacManus, his second-in-command, and the rest of the crew on the bridge got to their feet and looked at him expectantly.
“Power grid?” He asked.
“Online.” Said Dierdre.
“Shields?”
“Online”
“Weapons?”
“Online.”
“Engine column?”
“Starboard sublight is at 67% structural integrity, port isn't giving me a reading.”
“How's the revolver drive?”
“Completely shot. It's still hotter n' the surface of a sun.”
“Is it going to fry us?”
“Possible.”
“Jettison it.”

Dierdre pressed a few buttons and the metallic shriek of damaged moving parts arced through the ship's hull. The mangled engine detached from the Ironwing and slowly cooled into an angry-looking blob of metal. The lights onboard the ship flickered for a moment, then leveled out. Daniel gave a sigh of relief. A hailing beacon began flashing on Dierdre's console.
“It's a port authority. Pulling to screen.” She pressed a few more buttons.
“No, wa-” Daniel was cut off by the face of a young man in the standard dark grey uniform of Unitology policemen.
“Howdy!” Said Daniel, putting a fake smile on his face.
“This is Unitology planetary customs. Please identify your vessel.”
“My name is Captain Daniel Cionaoith of the Sionian Jumpship Ironwing.”
“Wait... Brother Daniel Cionaoith?”
Daniel grimaced. “Yes. That's the one.”
“My apologies, Speaker. How many souls are onboard?”
“I'm sure you've scanned me by now. I'm carrying several hundred thousand citizens of the Sionian Resistance and Xanaphian Enclave, as well as any other folk that needed a ride. Requesting permission to come planetside?”
“Of course. I'll send out a Garda wing to escort you in. Terminating transmission.”


“General, I'm leaving you in charge of the Ironwing. Just listen to the leaders on board and drop the colonies wherever they so fancy. When you're done, bring her to Freehold Prime, we've got work to do.” Daniel faded from the holofeed and left General Amélie Sangiére alone on the bridge. The colossal ship, now cutting through the high cloud banks of the orange planet's atmosphere, jerked a little as Brother Daniel's colony ship detached from the Ironwing's rigging bay and plummeted towards the surface before engaging its thrusters and banking away to the right, disappearing into a cloud.
Amélie was Xanaphian, raised on La Rochelle by a mining family before joining the Enclave Armada at sixteen. After a distinguished tour of duty, she meteorically rose through the ranks until being given a post on the Ironwing. The product of a united Unitology, the Ironwing was built by engineers and technicians from every major nation, and was now considered to be the best hope for the Unitology's future. Waves had been sent, contacts had been made, and the followers of Unitos from every corner of the Multiverse had converged on this one spot. And now the majority of them were on Amélie's ship. Her staff had left, to oversee the organization of the colony ships making ready to detach. She breathed out and savored the moment.
The message hailing light began to blink again. Great. Hardly a minute out and already there's a hitch. Amélie brought the message to the holofeed.
“General Amélie Sangiére?” The figure on the other end of the link stepped into the light and revealed a man in dark red formal military dress and slicked-back blond hair.
“Correct. Please identify yourself.” Amélie shifted uncomfortably.
“My name is Commodore Harper. I represent the Bloodline Expeditionary Force. How long have you worn the grey uniform, General?”
“Wh- all my life. Now...I am unfamiliar with your nation, Commodore, so by protocol I must ask you to please designate your location immediately.”
“Don't bother sweeping, General. My warship is several galaxies away. I come to you with only information. Have you ever wondered where you came from?” Harper smiled warmly.
“What is the meaning of this, Commodore?” Amélie's stance stiffened and she stared fiercely at the hologram.
“It's a friendly question, General. Do you know where you come from?” Harper spoke with the softness and meter one might use on a small child.
“I was born in Port Saoirse, on La Rochelle. Just a mining world. I fail to see where this is going. If you managed to find my link beacon, you obviously have access to my records. This conversation is over.” Amélie reached for the 'off' toggle.
“Wrong. We all come from the same place, General. You are not from La Rochelle. You are not a “Xanaphian”. It means nothing. No more than a child's nickname.”
“You forget your place, Commodore.” Amélie bristled and gritted her teeth. “You will not belittle my people. I've had enough.”
“People?” Scoffed Harper. “Have you ever heard of Earth, General?” There was a long silence. Amélie started, tentatively.
“I've heard of it. Second Niveau students learn about it briefly in biology. But it's a dead planet. A black rock. It's been that way for millennia.”
“Lies. Terra lives, sister. The cradle of humanity continues on, General, and...” Harper stammered. “She is beautiful. If you could only see it.”
“Then why do you come to me?”
“The Bloodline has been watching your factions and empires wage wars over empty things, over nationalism, faith, freedom... these are all, every one of them empty, General.”
“You forget yourself again, Commodore.”
“You hold in your possession a great many souls at this very moment. Bring them home. Bring them home to Terra. It is your duty as a human being.”
“You're wasting my time. You ask me to betray not only my nation, but Unitos himself.”
“Are you fond of power, General?” Harper's eyes focused to points. “Terra's dominion has flooded over countless galaxies all over the multiverse like the unceasing tide it is. The boon you offer to terra with these wayward souls would easily grant you jurisdiction over a hundred worlds. The force i have assembled is an ant compared to the behemoth that is terra's will. You could become very powerful, general. Very powerful indeed.”
Amélie bit her lip. A second hailing light flashed on the console. She dispersed Harper's image with a keystroke and brought up Brother Daniel's incredulous face.
“Oi. Amé. We've kind of got a schedule to keep here. Dierdre just told me you drifted ten degrees off course. Somethin' the matter?”
Amélie blinked.
“No, Captain. Nothing's the matter at all.”
“Mint. See you on the ground, Amé.” Daniel's image shorted out.
Amélie made the necessary adjustments to her course, and another colony ship dropped from the riggings. She bowed her head and mouthed the words to Xanaphia's prayer without making a sound. This was a new beginning for everyone. But still... a hundred worlds certainly sounded nice.

Let the Renaissance begin!

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