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This was posted on a site that was, at the time, newly opened and highly secured: GAIA.net. It was a site for newly recruited or possible members of the internet safety militia GAIA. These members were taught as if they had no knowledge of the current world after the year 2300 in order for them to construct their own views of the situation that was at hand. The post is from June 22, 2325:

"A world of mass machinery.

Everyone said it would happen, and it did. There are some against it. But others, like myself, strive to call it home. It is home after all, right?

It's not like it used to be, the world and all. Looking at the slow-as-hell progress we were making five years ago, I couldn't have guessed we would be here already. Damn. Evolution apparently speeds up as it progresses, because we're on a fast track to being the same other-worldly creatures I called “aliens” that I assumed were hostile in the old days, being as advanced and technology-driven as we are now.

Space. Honestly we aren't really any further into the depths of space than we were then, so calling us “aliens” really doesn't do it justice. No, we aren't going into space. We sure as hell could, but we're not.

More like cyberspace.

The “internet,” “intraweb,” “AOL,” call it what you want, it's a damn technological hell that we're slowly drawing ourselves into. I'm all for checking my email (that is.. before that became open for attack too..), but we're at a different stage than that. This is bigger. Much bigger. Chernobyl was a damn merry-go-round compared to the shit we're about to be in. I'm an idiot just for keeping this site up to teach you punks. If we don't stop this technological growth soon..

Metaforms. That's what the IICCU's calling them. I call them demons. Something that crawls into your home via the same cheap *** CAT-5 cable that connects your cozy little world to those folks halfway across the globe that you chat with in a forum concerned with Pyrex kitchenware doesn't exactly excite me, which is what the word “metaforms” would do--excite me (considering it sounds like some new scientific advancement)--if I didn't already know what it was.

IICCU. The International Internet Crime Control Unit, or “E-Cu” for short, that's what we call 'em.

It's bullshit. They're just the dicks that cover up the truth of cybernetic creatures with pretty, fancy-sounding words like “Metaforms,” when the creatures are really just everyday criminals like the guy in chains down the road in your local prison, except they're made up of numbers instead of our all-too-familiar emotions, dreams, and fears. I have my own, personal vendetta with them, but we won't get into that.

The only thing we have left: GAIA. The Gathering Against Internet Attackers. Everyone has a final means of defense, this is ours.

See, we look at it like this. We were here first. Well, maybe you don't think so if you're an evolutionist, but that's beside the point. It's our earth, and we plan on keeping it that way. If you can't tell, GAIA was happily taken from the name of mother nature herself.

Look, if we don't do something--as cliché as this sounds--no one will. The general public buys into E-Cu's bull all day, everyday.

But why's it a big deal?

Good question. It's a freakin' huge deal.

Think about a virus on a computer. It crashes, great. Restart the computer. If it happens again, retry.

This is a different ball game, kids. Imagine if that virus could reform into--not strings of numbers--but a live being, and it could do it through YOUR crappy home crashputer. I dont mean transform into a Teletubby either. We're talking a living, breathing, functioning, seen-in-the-movies creature. The general public doesn't know about these right now, because E-Cu has done a damn good (albeit impressive) job of covering it up.

One gets out, kills a few folks, E-Cu's right there to cover it up and get rid of the bastard.

But what happens when more than just one, two, or a few of these things get out?

It's as scary as it sounds and that, kids, is why we're here. If this doesn't work.. I give us five more years.

...Welcome to Hell.”




2327...

It's been two years. GAIA is still active but has become an even more underground project because the site's security was breached by an undisclosed member of the IICCU. The site was shut down and investigations into GAIA were commenced. Their name has been in the public eye for quite some time, but the headquarters has never been found and the public is split as to whether the organization is a myth or not. In just the past two years, there have been extremely fast technological advances, people rarely need to leave their homes. The above poster, Araon Thragel, was accurate in his prediction about where the world was headed.

All except for one thing..

It's already happening.



SETTING: Somewhat modernistic world with obvious futuristic aspects. Slightly more chaotic (though this chaos may be unknown to the general public) and technologically advanced than we know it, but geographically similar to our world nonetheless. The year is 2327. GAIA's main base is currently undisclosed (look for Steven Cherub's postings).

WEAPONS: Any modern weapon. Any mechanized/machined body parts such as artificial limbs with auxiliary weapons built-in/built-on/attached. Also, any kind of electrically charged staffs, gloves, leg weapons, etc. Any of the weapons Steven Cherub (look for his posts) has created/constructs/will create as the story progresses are available to use as well. Be creative, but preferably no overused items such as scythes or out-of-date weapons such as claymores. And don't go way overboard, no galaxy-exploding RPGs. Also, any of the previously aforementioned weapons or any that are creatively constructed can have elemental properties of some sort (GAIA found a way to take the one thing they were protecting, earth, and fuse it's different elemental properties with weapons).

ARMOR: Plates (i.e. plated armors), suits, clothes, shields, mechanized/machined body parts (artificial limbs) made for defense (i.e. arm that is/has a shield), and whatever else (no robes please, we aren't in Camelot or mageville).

CHARACTERS: BE CREATIVE! Just don't use COMPLETELY unrealistic things such as zombie characters when there are obviously no zombies in this (unless, somehow, out of NOWHERE, zombies become part of the story, but let's hope not ). Please list your character's specialty with a specific type of weapon (up to two different weapon specialties) and background info, location on the globe, height/weight, appearance, etc. You get the gist.

ALL CHARACTERS MUST HAVE SOME SORT OF CONNECTION WITH GAIA (THE ORGANIZATION) IN SOME WAY WHETHER THEY ARE MEMBERS OR NOT!

Note: WLPheonix will be acting as a secondary GM.

WLPhoenix

Posted: June 22, 2327

Greetings.

If you are reading this then you know the truth in the rumors of GAIA's existence. We have been driven underground, but are growing in numbers. Despite our members locations scattered across the globe, we know the existence of this network is both a blessing and a curse. Without it we would not face the looming threat of the metaforms, yet with it we are able to organize our efforts across great distance.

However your receive this, and you choose to commit to our efforts, make all effort to make your way to what has become of Seattle, WA. This will be the relay point for efforts for the time being. Alas, it is not possible to reveal the location of our headquarters at this time. For this reason, I will mostly be communicating with you in the form of messages.

As our researchers at the Department for the Development of Digital Defense (4D) make advances in our technology to fight against the metaforms, I will relay this information to you.

Good luck,
SC

MusiciMake80

CHARACTER
NAME: Araon Thragel



ORIGIN: Boston, Massachussetts

BIRTHDATE: March 20, 2298

APPEARANCE: He is caucasian with a very slight tan. Standing at 5' 9”, he seems everything but intimidating, but he's a force to be reckoned with. He has medium length brown hair and is tattooed across his body; the tattoos are not army-type, because he isn't the army-type, think rogue or rebel. He is a skeptic of most things, with the personality of a bull—strong, steadfast, and loves to play rough.

WEAPONS: Gloves, melee fighter. Also good with maces.

BACKGROUND:
Araon was born in Boston, Massachussetts to Clay and Myra Thragel. His father died of throat cancer when Araon was 15. After this he went through some trying times as he started to rebel in school and take out his anger on fellow classmates.
After being kicked out of many local schools, his mother homeschooled him until his graduation, hoping to rid him of his questionable ways and set him back on the path on which his father would have wanted him to be.
After he graduated he decided not to go to college, but to get a job. He lived with his mother for two more years. When he was twenty, his house was broken into and his mother was robbed and murdered while he was at his day job. Upon arriving home and finding his mother, he vowed revenge. The local news aired the incident as a robbery and homicide. He spent the next three years hunting down his mother's killers only to find out the killers were two Metaforms that had, unluckily for him, found a breach in his computer and made their way out.
After finding out this information, he did some research and came to find out (by paying the right people and doing some questionable things for some answers) that the IICCU was the company that cleaned up the mess and reported it to the news as a “homocide” by “robbers.” He did some more research in the same manner as before and learned of GAIA. He was a member a year later.
In 2324, two years after joining GAIA, he was promoted to New Member Trainer and was also ordered to use GAIA.net as a tool to help him teach new or possible recruits. The site was supposed to be secure. It wasn't, and, a year later, directly after the incident involving IICCU shutting it down, he moved back to Boston, taking up his new life as a not-so-normal neighborhood resident.

"Ah, shit..

Seattle? I hate Seattle."

Taking his gloves and a freshly made sandwich, Araon heads back into his living room to commence his daily punching bag workout, hoping for a message bearing some good news, instead of news that he has to travel an impractical, long distance to a city he hates to have a meeting with other members he has never met of the underground group he is associated with about the headquarters he has never seen. It was a good day in the life.

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CHARACTER
NAME: Dominic Moore

NICKNAMES: Minister of Information, AKA Minister

ORIGIN: Madison, Wisconsin

BIRTHDATE: January 5th, 2293

APPEARANCE: Standing at five feet, seven inches, Dominic “Minister” Moore is a thirty-four year old white male with blue eyes and short, blonde hair combed to the front. He is collected and calm, only showing emotions when referring to his research(he has only slightly smiled once in public because of a breakthrough of some sort). Not the fighter type due to his catholic background, he has an average build for the average man. However, when the need arises, he can be considered a tactician, luring his enemy into his traps. He is usually seen wearing a perfectly ironed slim suit with an overcoat which carries the small, round glasses he wears on occasions. Think of him as the spider type – taking his time building his web.

WEAPONS: carries a small knife for forensic purposes, as well as a small handgun. Not trained in fighting with any weapon, though he does have a small understanding on shooting small guns.

BACKGROUND: Raised in a devout catholic family, Moore was found to have a slightly above average intellect, though he never did make use of it. He had no motive, no interest in anything around him, even after he gained his PhD in brain chemistry at a surprisingly earlier age than most. He had conquered the world around him, and was set for a life filled with ease and no adventure.
One day, however, he met a beautiful woman named Amanda, who, for some strange reason, was in love with Dominic. After a year of dating, the couple got engaged and began preparing themselves for a wedding in three months’ time. Two days before the wedding, Moore visited Amanda’s house only to find her slaughtered on floor of the computer room, before her something so hideous, so demonic, it could only be described as “not of this world”. And, within the twinkling of an eye, that very apparition vanished before him.
After seeing this terrible scene, he immediately ran back to his apartment. Though he was shocked to find his fiancé dead, moreover he was intrigued by what appeared before him, even if it was for a split second. He felt a drive within himself that he never felt before. For the first time in his life, he had questions, but no answers. This drive is what led him to find the answers on his own, to discover GAIA, and what the apparition truly was. Moore was so obsessed with these “Metaforms”, he became a part of GAIA’s 4D, making his research his life goal, his destiny.
After a short period of time, Moore left 4D due to a disagreement in research and morals, and decided to continue his research independently. Because of his knowledge of how the brain works, he was able to get information from people very quickly, thus giving him the name of “Minister of Information”; however many people now call him just “Minister” for short, due to his founded ways in Catholicism.
Though he is no longer a part of the research department, Minister is still loosely connected with GAIA and will aid them whenever his abilities are needed. Many question his motive, however, in continuing his research. Is it to avenge his fiancé, or purely for the entertainment of a challenge? Not even Moore can answer that question.


-=+=-

“Seattle, eh?” were the first words that came from Moore’s mouth after he read the message. “Well, Seattle will have to wait”.

Moore closes his laptop and takes it from the desk that was before him and places it inside his briefcase. He looks through his small glasses at the lettesr on the desk and began reading them, one by one. Bills, bills, more bills, a letter from some unknown uncle; nothing truly interesting for the common man. After setting the letters down, he folds his glasses and places them inside the inner chest pocket of his coat while taking out a small voice recorder at the same time. He places the device on top of the desk and turns it on, then leans back in the office chair to stare at the unplugged desktop computer that was to the right of the desk. Beside it was a picture frame with a photo of a man of Indian descent with a woman, who appeared to be of the same, standing next to him. Moore kept sill for a moment.

It’ll take six more weeks before I can finish my research here. It looks as though I won’t make it to the meeting this time. Hopefully they won’t need me that much, anyways.

The caucasian man stands up from the desk and walks around, pulling out a pair of rubber gloves from his back pocket. He double checks if the recorder is on. It is.

Laying in front of him and the desk was a middle-aged Indian man dead on the floor.

“June twenty-third, 5:21 p.m. India standard time. Andhra Pradesh, India. A man in his late thirties died three hours ago in his office. The death is being considered a first degree murder under Indian law, though we really know how the poor man died.”

Moore takes the left latex glove and fits it on his hand, pulling back and letting go so he can hear a loud snap.

“It should take E-cu another thirty minutes before they get here, which lets me inspect the body. The other employers and officials think that I am a registered detective and have let me in to examine the body in peace. I hope the lie won’t come back to bite me soon.”

He takes his right hand and fits it perfectly into the white rubber glove and lets go to hear the snap once more. He smiles.

“Forgive me, Father, for I have sinned…..”

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WLPhoenix

Name: Victor "Livewire" Jackson

Birthdate: August 3, 2303

Origin: Portland, Oregon

Appearance: A young man, well built and well tanned from working construction. He is less than concerned about his appearance, and and almost always wears a white t-shirt, boots, and jeans. When something requires his appearance to improve, he'll put on another shirt, but that's it. His right arm shows scars from serious burns, the result of an accident when he first started working. Thus his nickname, Livewire. He has a bit of a goofy personality, but he has learned to be serious when the situation requires.

Background: Victor moved from Portland to Seattle when he turned 18, and started working in the construction field to pay the bills. He came home one day to find what he was later told was a partially formed metaform in his house. His attempt to touch the 'form dispelled the metaforms creation, but only after leaving the burns on his arm. At the hospital, he was psychologically evaluated because of his story. A member of GAIA heard rumors of this story at the hospital, and informed Steven Cherrub. 4D accessed his file and confirmed his description as the same as the projected description of a partially formed metaform.

After he was released from the hospital, Victor was contacted by Aaron Thragel. As part of only a few individuals to witness a partially formed metaform, he was an asset to 4D's research. He agreed, mainly for the money he was offered. As such, Victor received training in the use of basic and specialized weapons, as well as basic medical and technical training. He was never very good at any of the advanced courses, but turned out to be a decent shot. He is still working in Seattle as a construction worker, secretly installing monitoring devices for metaforms.

Weapons: Besides his tools, he carries no weapons. He has a small stash of handguns and rifles in his apartment, but nothing really special. His talent lies in his ability to understand the use of almost any weapon that 4D creates, after having trained under some of them. This makes him a versatile test subject for their new weapons.

Victor checks his mail as he kicks back with a drink after work...

"Who's in Seattle?" *thinking* "Oh... Damn..."

He gets up and places his head against the glass window, looking out over the eastern suburbs. He is thinking about the last time he had a mission, and can't seem to remember anything after training. This will be his first time active...

"I guess I'm the local informant... I hope I don't have to give a speech..."

Bio: Seattle, WA


Please notice,

This environment is perfect for both the metaforms and IICCU. Metaforms are able to form in any of these residences due to the capabilities for large data storage, and VPTS systems are a prime target for metaforms as they allow instantaneous formation rather than the normal process, in which time it may be discovered. E-Cu also benefits from this situation because it is able to cover up the evidence of the attacks with a very low chance of physical intervention or discovery.

Please take these things into account. We need to collect data on the origin location and makeup of the metaforms, so after any contact access nearby data logs and save a copy of them. I will instruct you on what to do with this data when you have acquired it. Also, we are in the process of developing a tool that can directly analyze the makeup of a metaform, so when this is completed I will send you the prototype.

When you arrive in the city you are to contact Victor Jackson. He has the information you need to start your search.

We are relying on you all,
SC