Military Base, Records "J?rmungandr" #232411

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  Recent Developments have shown that a race of "Proto-Humans" Have been discovered in the Northern Hemisphere, They Originate in an abandoned silo, in which they created a culture, weapons, and even cultivated greater than average intelligence.

  Their distinct features lie in both their body and spirituality, each and every one of them are as pale as the snow, with black voids were their eyes and mouths should be, a form of "Energy" seems to encircle the head, creating some kind of hair for the "Proto-Humans". They have no distinct features, such as organs, and even genitalia.

  However, the energy that lies dormant inside their bodies seems to be a unique strand, similar to the sources found in [Green-Class] "Reality Benders". Each one could be able to manipulate properties and create anything as long as they know the composition and physics.

  After filing agreements and delegations, we were able to incorporate and indoctrinate them as "Disposables" for the time being, in short. they are assigned hitmen until proven otherwise. further introductions into this new group will be handed out through these logs and are classified as "Hidden" until the info goes public.

  This role shall be fulfilled by the "Disposables" until death or ex-communication, any contacts or acts to hide or side-track this new group will result in automatic termination of one's rank, or in worse cases, life.

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  A pale lady walks through the vibrant halls, entering the cafeteria. from what the pale lady could see was the soldiers talking rambunctiously. she froze; she didn't know how to speak let alone interact with people like this.

  Her skin was different than theirs, her language only came from signs in the hands. each and every part was unique only to her people and no one else. she felt isolated from this world and the world isolated her. through the missions that she bared alone, through the nights she would spend on the pavement of enemy territory in order to survive. even through the days where she would spend in the barren wastelands that were hidden from the worlds view.

  at that point she didn't really care. she decided to take her chance and interact. but as she went to converse. her superior tagged her in for another "hit".

  He was a tall imposing figure, looked like a season veteran when you'd see him around. the pale lady was threatened at all, instead she just took the document she was hand and began to walk away.

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  Military Base, Records, Personal Logs "J?rmungandr" #012342

  It's been a while since I've been giving contracts to one of those "Disposables" if anything I expected nothing out of those snow-white bastards, though they seem to get the job done in most cases. however, I've been getting the suspicion that most of the jobs have shifted into another direction.

  After some research I did, traces of certain finical accounts, as well as camera feeds taking account of mysterious figures, leads me to believe that a certain pale bitch has been letting her targets live for the time being.

  Can't do jack without proof however and even the higher ups are too mesmerized by the golden eggs she lays, it's gotten to the point where no action shall be taken against her, even though the lease on the lives of the moon jockeys is null and void if they disagree with the times.

  Right now, I'll let some of the superiors to deal with this problem, eventually it'll all come crumbling down sooner or later.

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  Military Base, "J?rmungandr" Records, #232412

  During the Project of Incorporating the "disposables" into our ranks, we've been monitoring certain jobs that the group has taken out, as well as tracked the data and feed around them in order to make sure they leave no traces behind them.

  However, info and rumors regarding the Proto-Human #313 have raised certain suspicions about the mentality and morals of the Proto-Humans. regarding this, we've have signaled the subject into questioning about the matter.

  we've set up Vital scanners in order to monitor changes in heartbeat. while hiring a special intelligence collector in order to make sure the subject doesn't make a scene to hide any of her actions.

  if proven guilty, subject will be punished accordingly.

  If proven innocent, we will question each and every one of the Proto-Humans to make sure if this was fabricated. if not, the punishment will be changed to automatic termination of the entire group of Proto-Humans.

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  The pale woman sits in interrogation; she stares blankly at the ceiling. she didn't feel at that moment, instead she just thought about the consequences realistically. knowing there was no winning in this scenario. she wasn't a liar, nor was she a debater or salesmen of any of the sort.

  But if it meant her life was on the line. she had to come up with an idea that kept her intact.

  "Maybe If I pull this off, they'll get off our back?" She pondered, getting her thoughts in order before the door began to open. with a loud bang of the closure. a man made out of smoke appeared walking towards the interrogation table.

  "So? Don't seem to mind the kindness we have given you up until now, don't you?" The pale lady looked at the man's suit and id. seemed "royal" enough for him to get away with any crime he wanted. a sense of swager filled his presence, but it was more akin to pride than to reality.

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  "If I did, wouldn't the higher ups already have made adjustments to my liking? " The pale lady retorted, though the mass of smoke decided to sit down and get down to business.

  "We'd All know you'd already break through those adjustments we've set up by now." The man then hooked up the pale lady to a machine that was sitting in the middle of the room, each pad sticking to her skin

  "I'm guessing that you're giving me your full attention for this?" The lady didn't mind the small sensors, didn't really bother her if they could hear the exact motions of her heartbeat.

  "Now, we have a few things to debrief before you give your testimony about this "situation" The mass of smoke then signaled one of the guards outside to bring in a monitor. as it was moved near his seat. smoke then creeped inside of the machine itself. as the screen began to form a financial list.

  "Now, during your time at the "Apollo Incident" you were tasked with targeting one of the higher-ups of [A-H Robotics] This was to send a message after they pushed out a product that was proven to be too dangerous for the public. however, it turns out that sighting of the same person was found in the southern hemisphere. we eliminated the target for you; however, it cost us some funding to do so." The mass of smoke sighed at the mistake; however, the pale lady showed no emotion. making it hard to get a read on her.

  "Didn't expect you to be stingy with the enormous number of liberties that you get on the daily." The pale lady said in a sarcastic tone.

  "I digress, in most cases you'd get a slap on the wrist, however there were more cases which exhibited the same series of actions." as the smoke modified the screen on the monitor to change to different examples. each one showing the pale lady sparing those at her mercy, showing her leaving or handing out a note.

  "One the contrast of the note, we've noticed you've been handing them out as a way to relocate the targets to hide-outs in which associates of yours took pride in. after we issued the order. each one of those hide-outs were destroyed and all of the associates that were related to the safe havens were eliminated promptly. if you're worrying about our liberties. then know we spared no expense getting rid of the "Disposables" in our way" The pale lady felt agitated at the fact but didn't let any of the hatred release. she knew if she did, it would only prove their suspicions.

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  "Didn't know those people, didn't care for them. even if they were my [ilk]" the pale lady hid it into her heart, not letting that mass of smoke get under her skin.

  "If that is true, I am guessing that we'd need to continue further questioning. now I'm going to display some key events. you tell your side of the story, and I will record the testimony. if anything is left out, anything at all. you will be terminated on the spot." The mass of smoke then began to play familiar scenarios.

  All the Pale Lady could do was wait it out, hoping for an equal solution.

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  Military Base, "J?rmungandr" Records, Personal Log #232413

  After that "disposable" got what's coming to her, she didn't skip a heartbeat after taking on her new assignments. turns how they gave her a slap on the wrist after-all. the punishment was a few bodies in a pile of her own kin. though I wouldn't say it matters if she able to get the job done now.

  The reports show success in the "hits" as well as live execution footage and witnesses from the squad that was assigned to her. however, all information was kept confidential to make sure nobody can tamper with the footage for their own benefit.

  guess their golden goose has been put on their shitlist for the time being, hopefully that'll get more people to stray away from the Moon Jockey.

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  The pale lady sits on her bed. in the unit she lives with her people. an old friend talks to her with idle chatter. as she looks around to see shrines formed for their fallen comrades. as others look at her with venomous eyes.

  Knowing the loss of their allies was caused by a single pale lady, why wouldn't they feel attacked at their very core? the pale lady whole heartedly knew this but did not defend herself against the aggression. she just thought to take it in stride and turn the other cheek.

  She didn't even earn the right to respect the dead anymore, that feeling of distraught and distance only increased for the lives that she took, as well as the ones that she lost,

  eventually night after night. more and more of her comrades fell. through the rain, through the snow, through the storm.

  All of them constantly used for a purpose that was once grandiose and impactful, now twisted and corrupt.

  More nights eventually past, more and more comrades fall in vain, with nobody outside of a single group of now grieving survivors left to remember the image of who they once were.

  The once bustling room full of innocence, turned into a fragment of what came before. a still image of the futile efforts of these so called "Disposables"

  The writing that are etched onto the walls of the now but almost empty resting place, leaves the sentence that cherishes the fallen.

  "BE AT PEACE."

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  Military Base, "J?rmungandr" Records, Log #2214124

  Through our reasoning, we realized the culling of the "Disposables" was inevitable. many of them had to prove their worth to survive, however through that suffering we were able to create soldiers that surpassed our expectations. from there we can assign them a new role in our future endeavors.

  They are now assigned as Squadron Leaders, for the time being the survivors of the "disposable" rank will serve platoons as leaders. all for the exception of the Disposable Numbered, #343. Personal examination of current events leads us to believe that due to certain liabilities. as well as emotional conformity for her "Kind" will lead to future disasters.

  Punishment shall befall the subject. we will aim to call her for an inspection.

  Only Personnel Connected to this Operation shall be given this log on their "Echoes". anybody who views this without conformation will be terminated.

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  The pale lady walks through the entry way back to her platoon, this would be the final day they would be able to cherish the memories of their former kin, as well as their connections between each other. in those moments. she wanted it to last for all eternity. but knew it wasn't possible to finally go to where the ones last were salvaged.

  Running down the halls, she reminisced about how the comrades that seemed more like family. comforted her in those dark moments. the ones she could call home had an aura that satiated her will to survive. it was only worsened by the venom that poured from those that were seen as outsiders.

  "HEY!" A voice shouted out from the end of the hall. The pale lady walked up to see one of her "kin" in a puffy looking coat.

  "I thought I told you, we're going to the shrines today." The pale lady seemed confused at the sudden crossing of paths, all of her "kin" should've been at the meeting place already.

  "Well? I thought it would be best to get something special from the cargo bay, turns out a shipment was brought to commemorate the event! but now that you're here?" The one in the puffy coat suggested the pale lady should take her place in the matter.

  The pale lady accepted, as she went towards the cargo bay to discover what was so important for the memorial that it would drag away from the time they could've spent together?

  She reached the cargo bay's entrance, opening the very gates. she was hesitant. as the room was dimly lit, say for the light shining from the outside world. however, she knew her "kin" wouldn't lie to her. especially because of the bonds formed on the battlefield.

  The Pale lady walked in the room, looking through the recent cargo to find if anything resembled something fit for the ceremony, it would've been imported snacks that the others used to like. maybe a novelty book or toy that rested easily at the graves. but all she found that stood out was a single hat fit for a commando?

  it was close to something special, as the pale lady exclaimed.

  "Alright, that was easy!"

  A slight happiness filled her heart, knowing that the hat was fitting for the memory of the soldiers that had fallen. but before she could leave. she heard the activation of the very gate behind her. rushing towards the door, she barely made it as it closed in front of her.

  "DAMN IT!" she looked back to see something. Surprising.

  It was the same person in the puffy coat. standing near her were a platoon of guards. as she looked up, she saw the vents open. knowing each one must've crawled inside while she was looking for the item.

  "If you just would've listened to higher command, we wouldn't have had to do this." the puffy coated one and lifted their hand, signaling the guards to hold fire until prompted to.

  "Wait? This m-must be a joke, right?" The pale lady was at a loss for words. she knew some of her "kin" despised her till the bitter end. but didn't believe someone, who barely held spite. who she remembered to stay out of personal in-fighting between their own spawn!

  "It's not a joke, frankly. everybody saw this coming from a mile away. you're just deluding yourself into thinking we've ever cared for each other." The puffy coat said without even a hint of hesitation.

  All the pale lady could do was stand there, as the platoon was walking slowly, inching closer and closer. just waiting to pull the trigger and end it.

  "My life, My "kin". all of it." was the words that were uttered from her.

  In a flash, she used the energy inside her to create a weapon. it seemed to just be an ordinary Russian Pistol.

  In a flash, the guards fired as the pale lady refused to waver. dodging gun fire that pelted the walls behind her.

  In a flash, she began to counter the shots with her own, taking down some of the guards before the puffy coat took action.

  In a flash, she screamed with all her might before...

  Before...

  It all went silent after a single blow.

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  The job was complete, the ones she called family, now detested the very idea of her being connected to them. as she was dumped into the very pits of the blue sea. The pale lady now shined among the ocean floors. a star in a dying world, a spirit in the very abyss.

  She waited and waited. nothing ever changed behind closed eyes.

  it all faded away.

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  A light shines in the darkness. the pale one opens her eyes to see the sun, feeling its very warmth. she couldn't believe she was still alive. why would she?

  everything that reminded her of a home, was gone. so, at that point. why was she so lucky?

  She rises from the very ground she lied on, it seemed grainy from the sensation. she must've landed on some kind of shore.

  as she got a better look, her suspicions were right. but at the same time, it surpassed her expectations massively. a bustling port town, of both man and the anomalous. lived together from the very looks of it. she saw beings she had never seen before, People with tentacles for arms. and beaks for mouths, some even breathed from gills in their necks. or were made of gooey substances.

  Humans interacted with them like it didn't even matter. they weren't afraid. but as she got up, the people she saw started to turn towards her, whispering.

  She couldn't make out most of the sentences, all she could hear were words like.

  "Who?" "What?" "Where?" "Danger?"

  Each one was a well imposed suspicion, but she decided to walk forwards. each one of the bystanders didn't even flinch. they just observed, watched, and tried to predict what would happen next.

  "H-Hello? If this is a dream. I wish to know where the end lies?" The pale lady said, but the citizens didn't answer, until one had walked forward. beginning to speak.

  "That Dream of yours, it hasn't started nor ended. instead, the perception of where it all began lies on you." The man spoke wisdom, before greeting the new fellow.

  "Plus, I didn't expect to see such an esteemed admiral approaching from the shore!" The Pale lady looked down, only to see she had the same outfit from before, but when she looked behind her, the same hat from her past experience turned up on the shore.

  She picked it up while looking towards the anomaly.

  The anomaly seemed to be a man clad in a paint like substance, it molted to the very texture of stone, as his body was covered with clothes that befitted an apostle rather than some kind of villager.

  "So, if that's the case. I guess this really is reality..." The pale lady hesitated to move towards the man, as he reached out his hand for a handshake.

  "This, is just a way to confirm if it is." The man said, as her hesitation stopped, ready to face the truth.

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  -Year's Later-

  The pale lady sits on top of the porch, she kept the same attire, as a memory of before. but at that point, after all this time. she questioned if she wanted to keep it. she learned many of the names and attributes of the people in the port, some were chummy, some overly rambunctious, some even distanced themselves away from her, which she whole-heartedly understood.

  The food was similar, but at the same time. she didn't want it to change. it still felt like a dream, even if the port affirmed her that it wasn't. she lived a life that was monotonous, yet she was grateful. utterly grateful that she got this second chance.

  Till a voice was echoing through her empty thoughts.

  "PORCEL! PORCEL!" A child seemed to call the pale lady, she was confused why somebody would call her by such a dumb nickname, but all the children were calling her that at this point.

  "What?" the child came closer, seeming to be an anomalous fish-men, he sped up his words as "Porcel" comforted him through the excitement.

  "Use your words." She told the child, as the child finally calmed down. beginning to explain.

  "Well, you see. There was a newcomer! Like you! it was a man with a black puffy beard, and skin like chocolate! I didn't know if he was friend or foe.. but he came saying he was looking for you!" Porcel was taken aback, noting that nobody should've came after her. all this time hiding and biding her time, was taken all away!

  She rushed towards the directions the child told her to go. many of the bystanders were surprised that somebody like her was getting this fearful, or nervous at the least.

  "DAMN IT! I SHOULD'VE KNOWN THEY WOULD SEND A SEARCH PARTY!" as she arrived, she saw the target.

  The man noticed her and waved. all Porcel did next was shout at the man.

  "The HELL! are you doing here and WHAT DO YOU WANT!" The man didn't flinch. instead, he began to explain himself over the tension.

  "I understand you're confused. but I only heard about you through rumors." The man seemed genuine enough, though the suspicions still lied deep inside her.

  "SHOW ME PROOF!" The man sighed, taking out a book of notes. it listed the description of her to a t. each one was signed by the travelers from the village?

  Looking around confused, some of the villagers didn't answer. some of them were muttering to each other as if it was a mistake.

  Porcel then calmed down, as she knew if the villagers were this calm with a man like this. she'd had to bite if it meant progressing this forward.

  "Alright, if you know so much about me, I wasn't hesitating with the question of what you wanted" The man then decided to explain that he came from a place far beyond the port. it seemed that where they were was in a continent listed as the "Outskirts".

  "This place requires others to work together to live, so I came here looking for a rookie to get us in a better position. As long as you come with me. I'll be able to get you to a place where you don't need to worry about poverty or danger." It didn't seem enticing to Porcel, everything was similar to what the man described right here. though she decided to ask if there was anything else to mention.

  "So? What else?" The man then smiled, knowing the type of person this "Porcel" was.

  "Well! If you like the risks getting there, I will say it isn't easy getting to this so-called sanctuary, plus if you want to bring these people with you. I will oblige; just know it will require all of your skill to keep yourself alive. as I won't help you if you're close to death." She looked towards the town, the villagers. it was rusting and cracking at the seams.

  She knew these people didn't deserve a desecrating life such as this, as she knew she didn't want a monotonous life like this. she didn't even hesitate to say yes!

  "Alright! Then let us get going. though I'm going to test you throughout our travels!" The man said. before they both walked away from the port.

  Everybody in the town didn't even say goodbye. well, some waved. but it didn't mean as much as a simple farewell. as Porcel packed her stuff. she looked behind as both the man and her reached a hill far away from the town, but just enough to see it from a higher viewpoint.

  "I guess this was just another failed experiment. she muttered, before wondering off....