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| >> OPEN_LOG (WATCHER_36;“10.02.4812.18:30:15”)\...
| Log [10.02.4812.18:30:15]\\
| — SECURITY BREACH DETECTED
| — LOCATED BREACH POINTS:SECTOR[LAYER3 12,62,33] SECTOR[LAYER6 QUADRANT f678c98] OMNISENSORS 10-18, 257-279, and 356 NO SIGNAL
| — UNREGISTERED DATA STRANDS DETECTED AT ENTITY origo(■)\ISOLATE INSTANCE
| — UNREGISTERED DATA ENCRYPTION/ATTEMPTING DECRYPTION\FAILED
| — DAMAGE CONTROL DEFERRED TO SECTOR SUBMINDS\RESUMING SURVEILLANCE
| — AI-COM/WATCHER_36//PACKAGE RECEIVED/DEPLOY [GLaSS] PROTOCOL\COMPLETE
| — WATCHER_36//SYSTEM ALERT/CODE:TROIA\COUNTERMEASURE
| — WATCHER_36//BLACK ENGRAM LINK [origo(■)] LOCKED/PARTITION_DATASTRANDS/SECURE AND CONTAIN ENTIT
| — >>ADMINISTRATIVE COMMAND OVERRIDE-EXECUTE SHELL PROTOCOL>>
| — WATCHER_36//PRIORITY OVERRIDE/OPEN CHANNEL LINK:ALPHA\
| — WATCHER_36//ENGRAM LINK:DISCONNECT/REDACT_STATUS[origo(■)]:QUALIA\REDACT ERROR\SUPPRESSED
| >> . . .
| >> OPEN_CHANNEL_LINK (█)/Connecting...\Connection refused/Connecting...\Connection refused
| >> . . .
| >> msg = CREATE_PACKET().include(txt{■}; adm.function.pipeBomb(adm.daemon22); Ω://documents/yottabyte.zip)\Packet created.
| >> While(!read){SEND(msg;█)}\Sent “msg” to “█”\152… 155… 160…
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Oraterano, nicknamed as the quartz suntuoso because of the tall, monumental white architecture present across the city, renowned for its long history shrouded in mystery, nigh-impenetrable defenses, and peacekeeping campaigns throughout the world, it is the city-estate home to the elusive race of Sancti and considered to be one of, if not the most advanced state in the world, the entire city is augmented by magitech and machines, technologies which the makings are privy only to them that enhance every facet of their culture and livelihood.
Throughout its long history, the nation has endured and survived many conflicts and catastrophes; After a blank period in history known as the dark-age, where a untold event wiped most if not all records of the time, They begun to maintain a status of neutrality in the political landscape of the world, while their people are quite open-minded and amicable, Oraterano enforces isolationist policies on any information and citizens going out of the country, making Sancti appearances on the outside world that aren’t in a military operation uncommon, but not that rare, as their dogmas promote freedom of spirit and even encourage their people to adventure outside, but with strict rules to keep everyone closely tied to their homeland and to prevent secrets from leaking.
And regarding their infamous military, while they are secretive of the causes that occurred to make them take such an approach, it’s widely known that due to something that happened in the past, a big part of their forces now acts as a world-wide organization that hunts catastrophe and cataclysm level threats to protect the future of the world.
They are known as the Terra Protective Division.
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Location: Oraterano / [REDACTED] / Archon Lance’s office
On the topmost floors of the administrators’ tower, a massive table stands alone inside a pristine hall, The light of the open sky behind the glass wall illuminating the large room, behind the desk is a tall, large man, bald and dark-skinned clad in ornate handmade garments under robust armor plates that shone in the backdrop light with a cobalt hue.
Archon Lance… a man bearing many feats and tales to his legend, known as the high commander, the wall, pillar guardian, seismic bastion, the absolute secretary of preservation, and many more titles that the populace gave him throughout his career. Leader of the Terra Protective division of Orateran and head of all things regarding military involvement in external affairs for the country, renowned for his unwavering loyalty, steadfast demeanor, and hard visage.
*SLAM*
He hung his head down, the noise of the slab of steel that serves as an excuse of a desk cracking reverberating throughout the hall as he ground his fists angrily into it.
“What. did you. Say?” he said in a clipped tone, lifting his glare to meet the messenger.
The poor girl that was delegated to the task was almost pissing herself from the pressure that filled the entire room.
“A-another o-one appeared… s-sir… *ahem*” She takes a moment to gather her bearings ”reports say that an individual that shares her appearance was spotted at Rhodes’ capital after a wyvern attack 3 weeks ago, and the Oracle Engine said that not long after massive spikes of mana and other residual energies appeared eastwards, presumably at the Daivette forest…” The description of the lengthy and detailed report along with the messenger’s own insights went on until she finally finished.
He maintained the piercing glare for a moment before relenting it, turning to the side to focus at the vista of the city below them instead, his eyes turned tired.
“...*sigh* At ease, you may sit.”
The girl sat gladly with a sigh, tired from standing after reporting everything.
“... just when I thought I could finally get one moment of peace.”
Dorothan…
…Also known as the demon of devils, the first sinner, the witch of decadence, depravity, degeneracy, or any other demeaning terms that people could come up with to slur her name. The wretched woman is responsible for countless disasters and problems around the globe ranging from petty pranks to realm-wide destruction, few people can fathom to understand the terrors that reside in her head and fewer still can try to predict her next course of action.
She is an elusive and chaotic existence that pops up every now and then with no clear reason or pattern. In recent times the few reports from witnesses that managed to spot her were thankfully rather harmless and non-consequential… vandalizing property, bodily harm of criminals, swapping of gender and race, impersonation of public figures, holding hostages for entertainment, forced mass teleportation across continents, creation of rigged dungeons, targeting individuals until they went insane…
Arguably, these allegations would not be considered “harmless”, the repercussions of that woman’s actions are a pain in the ass for everyone that crosses her path, but they are tame in comparison to her more famous exploits… The scars the world has acquired will never fade away, to this day people are adapting to the changes of geography that occurred in the past. Therefore any signs of her presence cannot be afforded to be neglected, or else it becomes too late by the time a response can be made.
And it just had to be on the other side of the sea… Our eyes see far but our hands can only do so much…
The commandant rises from his seat and begins pacing across the large desk.
“As you may know, our hands are already tied dealing with the infestation from the CDZ, investigating the strange recent recurring prophecies around Liberta, and assisting Confianza in pushing back the DreadFish swarm… not accounting for the many, many other minor threats that we must deal with every day.”
…Even so, it is not something to be overlooked, we cannot afford another catastrophe when we still haven’t dealt with the last one, hmm.
The messenger that was still sitting could only wait to be either dismissed, or god-forbid, sent on another errand, she looked at the man that suddenly stopped pacing around with increasing nervousness as the time ticked away to an uncomfortable degree as he just stood there thinking.
“Hmm… that woman is not to be taken lightly. We must prepare and adapt for a possible altercation with her, and keep the situation updated at all times.”
He turns back towards her.
“Send word to gather any able bodies of guardian rank or above to form a fireteam, they are to be sent across the sea and contact the leading authorities so they can be informed and prepared to face unforeseen consequences, include all the reports and analysis details with standard regulations as per protocol, also, inform the skydocks that they have my permission to utilize their fastest vessel available.”
The messenger promptly stands up and salutes quickly, the chair making an annoying grating noise on the ground as it gets pushed back.
“Y–yes sir!” She exclaims, hiding a grimace. Then goes on to exit the room.
He lets out an almost imperceptible smirk to grace his lips as an amusing Idea forms inside his bald head.
“Hmm, Have I mentioned you are to be included in the fireteam?”
The red-haired girl froze, mouth agape as she processed the information while Lance chuckled, his baritone voice resounding in her ears only adding to her apparent misery.
“...what?”
Dropping the formal pretenses “It will do well for you to get out of that stuffed room for once, Amanda. You’ll get rusty… or worse, end up demoted. You are very talented to have reached so far in this occupation, but your status as my granddaughter will not protect your laziness forever, and it's about time you got some field experience that isn’t office work.” He says with mirth.
Her cheeks reddened at the sudden change of demeanor “E-eh!? B-but–”
“–Nope, no buts.” He said, pushing her out of the office ”There is a mission that needs doing and I know you are more than capable, you cannot hide your skills from me… ah, and another thing, here, take these sweets, your mother said you’d forgotten them at home.”
“Now go… And do not let me catch you shirking duties again.”
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