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The Search for Immortality

The ship landed with relative ease, despite the fact Irish landing stations aren’t usually designed for aircrafts of that nature. The doors to it opened, and some stairs went down, in a manner so dramatic that it was almost comical. Our stepped none other than King Isaac II, followed by almost half a small legion of Red Agents. Not because King Isaac didn’t feel safe, he knew King Markus of Ireland somewhat well, as they had spoken many times before, but Isaac just liked to show off. By the bottom of the stairs were none other than King Markus to welcome him.

King Markus: “Isaac. Hope you had a good flight.”

King Isaac: “Just Isaac? I do outrank you.”

King Markus: “Really? I don’t remember you ever having ruled the Magna Commonwealth.”

King Isaac: “Hmph, you only did so ceremonially for a few weeks.”

King Markus: “That’s more than anyone else alive can say.”

Realising a rare defeat in a petty insult competition, King Isaac opted to change the subject.

King Isaac: “So, Ireland. I can see that it’s no technological wonder. But it’s more than the dirt roads and potato fields that I expected.”

King Markus: “Arrogance doesn’t suit you, Isaac.”

King Isaac: “On the contrary, it’s the only suit that fits. Now, shall we get going? I’m sure you have a palace somewhere.”

King Markus nodded, and asked one of his assistance to show the way to King Isaac’s automobile, while Markus went to his own. He didn’t like Isaac, but didn’t actually dislike him either. He could find him annoying from time to time, but other times, usually when they had both had a little to drink, Isaac could be quite funny, and somewhat pleasant company.

The two of them, as well as a few of the many Red Agents, drove to the nearest palace of King Markus. It wasn’t an incredibly large one, in fact id it wasn’t for the fact that it was inside the city, one would maybe think that it was a big hunting lodge. Nonetheless this is where the two would have the talk that King Isaac had, much to King Markus’ surprised, asked about. He hadn’t told him much about the topic, only that it was about a “personal matter”. But Markus had an idea about what it could be. The two entered the closest living room, with Markus sitting down in a big armchair with a grunt, and lighting a cigar.

King Markus: “Do you want one?”

King Isaac: “Yes, please.”

Markus handed him one, and Isaac proceeded to light it, and take a puff.

King Isaac: “So, do I know why I asked to come?”

King Markus: “You didn’t tell me.”

King Isaac: “True. But do you know?”

Markus would pause, taking a puff of his cigar too, before staring into Isaacs eyes.

King Markus: “You want to live longer.”

King Isaac: “Close. I want to live forever.”

King Markus: “You can’t.”

King Isaac: “Have you tried?”

King Markus: “Once upon a time.”

The two of them spoke rather fast, both being no nonsense type individuals. But after Markus’ answer, Isaac took a short break from talking, to think what he said through.

King Isaac: “You weren’t as eager as I am.”

King Markus: “That doesn’t change the fact. You can keep getting biological enhancements to make you basically immortal. But only basically. If I took a gun and shot you in the head, you’d die.”

This caused the Red Agents present to raise more than an eyebrow, but Isaac obviously told them to stand down.

King Isaac: “I don’t accept that answer.”

King Markus: “It’s the only answer I have.”

King Isaac: “Really? You’re the oldest Ludist alive, and yet you don’t have the answer to a rather straightforward question?”

Something clicked in Markus’ mind when Isaac said those words, though he wasn’t quite sure what. Isaac had more to say, but he took up his hand, as if to shush him. He took a long puff of his cigar, and after a few more seconds of thinking, he realised who he was thinking of.

King Markus: “Maybe I’m not.”

King Isaac: “Maybe you’re not what?”

King Markus: “The oldest Ludist alive.”

King Isaac: “You most definitely are. Who else could be?”

King Markus: “Well, he was before your time, but you might have heard of him. Maybe.”

King Isaac: “Heard of who?”

Markus would look deep into Isaacs eyes.

King Markus: “Patricius Kristus.”

King Isaac: “The name rings a bell. Was he a… priest of some sorts?”

King Markus: “He claimed to be the paternal descendant of Hortensus, and a self declared Messiah. He was without a doubt crazy, but still surprisingly popular among a lot of people. He was the talk of the Magna Commonwealth for quite awhile, but one day, people just stopped talking.”

King Isaac: “Let me guess, he died?”

King Markus: “That’s the thing, he didn’t. At least not to my knowledge, and I think I’d know. In fact, I think he’s still alive. That’d make him even older than me. And I dong think he can afford the same biological enhancements.”

King Isaac: “How do you know all this?”

King Markus: “I heard news that he was alive about forty years ago, or at least someone with his name, who apparently also strikes quite the resemblance. By then he had left Earth, and I seriously doubt that he’s still here on Artemis. He’s the guy you wanna speak with, though it might be easier to just find the serum of immortality on your own than track him down. The galaxy is a big place.”

King Isaac: “I’ll find him. Thank you.

King Isaac would take a last puff of his cigar, before standing up and shaking Markus’ hand. Before leaving he’d turn back to Markus.

King Isaac: “You’ve been a great help.”

Markus would respond with a smile.

King Markus: “Good luck.”

The Search for Immortality

A few months have passed since King Isaac II’s productive conversation with King Markus, and since then he has been searching everywhere for this so-called Patricius Kristus. Figuratively speaking, of course. It has mostly been the Red Agents looking. And they’re positive that they’ve finally found him. Surprisingly he was still within the borders of the Ludist Empire, just on a rather faraway planet called Elpe-AE-09, trying to find some new followers for his cult, which was obviously long past its prime. Just like him.

The man that sat before King Isaac, tied to a leather chair with rope, had long thinning grey hair, with several bald spots, an even longer beard, and was lightly beaten by the Red Agents who kidnapped him. What he was wearing could best be described as peasant rags, and his door wasn’t anything to boast about. He was a shell of whatever impressive figure he once was.

King Isaac: “So, you are the supposed great Messiah of the Kristic people.”

Patricius Kristus: “Please, just let me go! I’ve done nothing… hurt no one! I pay my tabs!”

King Isaac: “I care little about those, peasant.”

King Isaac would say the last word, as though it was acid to the tongue. The word almost disgusted him as much as the unwashed and poorly clothed old man before him.

King Isaac: “I simply want to know, are you Patricius Kristus or not?”

Patricius would sigh. He saw no way out of this.

Patricius Kristus: “I am Patricius Kristus, your saviour, yes. Though it’s getting hard to save people these days.”

Isaac would scoff as his remark. That old man couldn’t even save himself, he thought.

King Isaac: “When were you born, Patricius Kristus?

Patricius Kristus: Well, my memory is a bit fuzzy… but I believe I was born on a Monday.”

King Isaac would sigh, though it was obviously forced. He would nod to on of the Red Agents standing by the wall, who proceeded to go into the room besides them, and came back with a metal baseball bat. He went over and handed this baseball bat to Isaac, who then hit it against Patricius’ knee with a swing deserving of a home run. Patricius’ screams could be heard in the whole castle, but Isaac would just respond by spitting in his left eye.

King Isaac: “From now on, you’ll refer to me as your Majesty. Because I AM YOUR MAJESTY! Understood?”

Patricius wouldn’t answer immediately, as he was trying to catch his breath, but understood that he didn’t have time to think about an answer either.

Patricius Kristus: “Ye- yes… your Majesty…”

King Isaac: “Now, when we’re you born?”

Patricius Kristus: “The… the 22nd July… 2543… your- your Majesty.”

King Isaac: “That would make you 185 years old, and then some. Good for you! How?”

Patricius Kristus: “Your Majesty?”

King Isaac: “How are you so old? I know that you claim to be the Messiah, but somehow I don’t buy that explanation completely. You’re not exactly wealthy, so it can’t be biological enhancements either. Those aren’t cheap for the peasantry. So what black magic have you been doing?”

Patricius Kristus: “It was… it- it was… the… uh. It was the fault of the vision…”

King Isaac: “The what?”

Patricius Kristus: “Vi- vision. I ha- have… I have…”

King Isaac would look at him, his eyes squinted narrowly, confused at what Patricius was even saying. Not to mention what he meant.

Patricius Kristus: “Many…”

Patricius, unexpectedly, fell unconscious. The Red Agents tried to wake him up by hitting him lightly, but to no effect. He was completely blank. Seemingly hitting people of his age with metal baseball bats isn’t the best idea, if you want a good interrogation out of them. Luckily he did not die, so Isaac simply ordered him locked in his room, and to have a doctor to come see him. Isaac was not done with him yet, he was just beginning to talk.

Meanwhile the Autarch, 215+ years young.

Jude s wrote:

* the man now named Thrissik falls to the ground with the new found power asks * " Who are you?"

“I am your new master. You may call me Praetor. More Oil shall be develivered to you, and I want the rest of your adherents to be Compleated as well. I shall task you with the Job, and entrust that you shall work till it is done.”

Alexander the Magnus wrote:

“I am your new master. You may call me Praetor. More Oil shall be develivered to you, and I want the rest of your adherents to be Compleated as well. I shall task you with the Job, and entrust that you shall work till it is done.”

* the man gets up of the floor grabs the box and walks out the door to an bunker* " i shall do what you say"

Third Soviet Union

Masha decides to pay a visit to the USSR, for her amusement as well as diplomatic reasons

Insert Ieoni here

Atlas Corporation Terra wrote:

We are set in the 2700s, with technology equivalent to that of star wars and other science fiction around that era. We have few limits regarding fantasy tho, and what you can't or can do.

I never actually watched Star Wars… what strength level do new nations tend to start with? Is the citizenship mandatory, if so, who do I send it to?

Entiath Creenia wrote:

I never actually watched Star Wars… what strength level do new nations tend to start with? Is the citizenship mandatory, if so, who do I send it to?

your strength is determined by your SA Stat and your RP skill.

North American Imperial State wrote:

your strength is determined by your SA Stat and your RP skill.

Good way of putting it

| Signals within.. Salizene

>| The one thing that the PIT had discovered was the utilization of entities to find secrets within the Void. Given the fact that the Void is a giant complexity, there must be connection to pathways creatures must know to find places. An old file between the partnership with the former Apollonia and the SVCPF for Void Information detailed a document that pointed to an Alloy or some sort of passage way.

>| TF-88 would obviously be dispatched to the area, however the PIT wanted to gain more information on what exactly the Alloy contained. Since the document was rather aged, the Alloy had most likely only been discovered by Apollonia only. With this being said, the Void-State authorized the use of an entity to see if specialized brain scans could map out a trajectory of where to go in the Void, or at least develop a signal program. The PIT designed the Entity-Void Transmission Locator (EVTL), a device to be used with the Void Entity's brain to transmit whether T-88 was close enough to the location or not.

>| Seeing as the EVTL was experimental, the device would have to be worn and used despite its inaccuracies, in which live fixes would be implemented through the device's brain to ensure the efficiency. The idea of using the entity's brain would only work if the PIT had files of the said place, in which the name could be used to map a presence of where the TF-88 is to send a signal of how far or close they are to the destination. The EVTL used a Telepathical Locator, using brain signals to transmit signals directly to the TF-88's brains for effective location.

>| TF-88 having 14 men with 2 Void Entities to back them up, would venture into the Void to find the mysterious place labeled in the documents archived. They hoped to find useful items or resources to begin advancing the conventional Void-State Armed Forces. There was much work to be done to progress, a much bigger accomplishment than what the TAI could ever do in the position they were formally in.