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A SUMMARY OF EVENTS
Let's rewind.
Let's rewind.
Quite a lot has happened since the taking of the AI station, now renamed 'Pathfinder.' There was a mission to grab supplies from the closest populated planet, which ended in a night of drunken hedonism nobody can fully remember. There was a robot that was secretly trying to build a bomb to destroy Pathfinder, thankfully stopped before any damage could be done, but in the process there was the disturbing revelation that the robots kidnapping people and causing all this multiverse shenanigans were melting people down into raw genetic material and using that to create thousands of embryos of various species. And of course, housed in the center of the station were the ruins of some ancient deity that controlled a dangerous black crystal that could manipulate time and space. The same kind black crystal that almost destroyed the Pathfinder when it was taken over.
And unfortunately, some stranger named 'Nux' then took it, but not before revealing the location of a missing 'Doctor' which was presumed dead. And while trying to find them in the city of Rome during the renaissance era of Italy, they became wanted fugitives, and the Vatican itself was attacked by an other worldly army. This was not even to mention the rescue attempt of this 'Commander Shepard' that became botched just minutes into that mission, and the journey through Mikirith to help stop a rampaging army of escaped prisoners ransacking towns with weapons not of their world.
This was all a lot. And confusing. And generally quite messy. Everyone on that station had no idea what to do next, and those taking up leadership roles hadn't communicated their plans to others. There was no actual command structure, and people were split on wanting to go home, or staying to uncover the truth behind what had caused all this chaos across galaxies. And with all groups back together on Pathfinder, such issues needed addressing. And that was what Alec was going to do. An alert was posted across all channels on Pathfinder, that there was to be a station wide broadcast to address the current situation, what information they had, and what the plans were going forward. The latter to be held in a 'Strategic Meeting of the Planning Committee'* (*name pending)
So it was when the time came to that broadcast, Alec had prepared his statements and bulletin points. The broadcast would be over radio and in person, as he was holding the event in the cargo bay area. Of course, he was still 'Alice.' He hadn't quite reversed his sex yet to be a man again, so many people were confused as to why a woman, dressed in his armor, was standing on top of a large set of metal containers and boxes when Alec was supposed to.
Such a fact was not lost on her, as once she stood up on the makeshift stage, anxiety quickly started overtaking her nerves. Still, she had to make a go of it, too late to back out now. "Ahem," she cleared her throat and stood up straight, as a large group of people formed in the bay to listen to what Alice had to say. Many of which, as I said, were confused by who this woman was. "Evening all," Alice began to say, the microphone on her omni-tool making a high pitched noise as she spoke into it too closely, "Oh, sorry. Uhh… I, uhh… am glad you could be here. I'm Alec… It's a, uh, long story of how I ended up… like this," she waved over her feminine body, "but that's not important right now. I'm here to explain to you all what's happened. Because a lot of you are confused. You may still not know how you ended up here, and why this happened to you. You may have heard rumors about what's been going on in the parts of the station we still don't have access to. And you may feel uncertain about others on board that don't match up with your own species." There had been a number of fights breaking out on the station over territory and supplies, and mistrust among humanoids and aliens.
"And I don't blame you for feeling all of that. Truth is, I've been feeling it a lot myself too. Anyone on this station saying they haven't isn't really being honest with themselves. We are in a place that has killed God knows how many. I will be truthful with you all about that," Alec admitted, "we found evidence that this station was kidnapping, and processing, thousands upon thousands of 'scattered' from across countless worlds for reasons we still aren't sure of. And those they didn't liquidate, they held in stasis or shot across the stars for even more reasons we can only speculate on. It's a lot to take in. That there exists a multiverse. That there exists alien life. That magic and technology this advance is possible when it may seem like a fantasy back in your world. That something so powerful can cause all of this chaos."
Alec pulled up his omni-tool to bring up an image of their enemy. "The being myself and several others believe to be orchestrating all of this is an AI. An Artificial Intelligence of unknown origin. We are not sure of who created it, what its primary functions and goals are, but we know beyond its incredible technological capabilities for creating the wormholes we have designated as 'Highways,' it commands a large scale military of various machines. We have already encountered several of its units and field commanders, of which we have documented in an intelligence report that is being passed around both physically and virtually as we speak." Alec placed up the holographic images of those units and commanders, like 'Passchendaele,' 'Osmin,' and the now nicknamed 'Pentaman.'
(Of which you can find more about, along with more relevant plot info here on our Official Codex)
"These beings, left unchecked, are doing untold damage to Billions of lives. Billions. Hundreds of billions of people even. From both our worlds, and more we haven't even found out about yet. All involved in this madness. And I know that's even more scary to think about, because how can you fix something that big in scale? How do you fix the fundamentals of reality when it's that broken? It's a big ask.. But it's one that I know I have to answer. Not just because of my military oath to my planet and people. But because we stand at the brink of a precipice. A head first plummet into the unknown that is terrifying. And left without resistance is surely to bring about a diabolical ruin to everything and everyone we love. And I will stand against it with all my might, whatever the cost. It doesn't matter what race you are, what religion you believe in, whether you come from a monarchy, democracy, dictatorship, or what your political beliefs are. We all now share one common goal, and that is to protect our homes from those who want to rip it apart into pieces and reform it in its own image. This journey will be long, it will be hard, it will be filled with challenges. But I will be there by your side as we take that head first plunge into that unknown. And I hope everyone else on this station will follow us down. Because we are all in this together. Or we fail."
With all of that said, Alec pulled away the holographic images. "I will be joined by others in reforming a command structure aboard this station and coming up with a solid objective going forward. If you wish to speak your mind and help, you are more than welcome to. Until we all convene again as a whole base, make this place your home away from home as best you can. We are here for the long haul. Thank you." With her speech finished, Alec dropped off the stage. He and the others who joined him for the planning committee would meet in the 'Command Deck.'
"So," Alec took a seat at the makeshift table she set up for herself, "I have two big issues to address first. Our primary goal is to find the AI, but 'how' is hard to say since we don't have any leads. And we need to know who is going to lead us all into the battles ahead. I am more than willing to let people speak their minds on both issues, but," Alec reached under the table to pull out a giant air horn, "I am connected to the speakers in this room. And I will use this. So let's be civil," she threatened.
"I suggest a Military Navy chain of command. I hold Leftenant rank, and I will honor that by following the command of those of higher ranking. I will also say, however, I know the most about the AI since I compiled the intelligence briefings, so I think I should, for the moment, be the main commander of the team until someone with more understanding of the situation, and with the proper ranking can take over… Which reminds me of another issue I think it's about time we settled for good," she added.
"We need a name. For all of us working to stop the AI. I was going to suggest 'The Alliance,' but I'm just stealing from my own world there, so what else do people wanna throw out there?"
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