Parts 0 and 1 written to create a backstory for the hero and try to describe how he got to the planet. Further parts will be based on the events taking place in the game.
(I`m sorry for some mistakes in text. English is not my best language.)
Part 0. An obscure feeling.
Have you ever felt that your whole life is slowly but surely going downhill? That the just end is inexorably creeping up to you from your back, unnoticed, like a cat creeping towards an unsuspecting mouse? At times I had that feeling. But I was throwing this feeling out of my head. Unfortunately, it came back over and over again. Like that same cat. A dangerous game.
The computer assistant at the Douglas Hotel set the alarm on exactly at eleven o'clock in the morning. The groovy pop melody of a famous music group on this planet burst into my ears and interrupted another beautiful dream. Somehow, opening my eyes, I tried to turn off the alarm with my voice - only a hoarse cough escaped from my mouth. Rolling over on my side, I began to feel the floor with my hand for a bottle of water. A few seconds later, my fingers found the plastic container. After taking a few greedy sips and wetting my throat, I ordered the alarm clock to shut up, after which the assistant began to casually read the headlines of the news feed. I listened to it half-heartedly, trying to figure out how my body would react to my morning dose of dihydrogen monoxide. This is not the first time I have had to sit all night hacking the servers of various large corporations. Of course, in such matters you need to understand what awaits you. One unforgivable mistake - and a squad to fight cyber terrorism rushes in to you. These people politely lay you face down on the floor and then take you and your equipment away. And this is the best case. At worst, you might just get shot on the spot. But I was lucky so far. However, in the "Trinity" hacker group there were only the best of the best - and I was just one of those.
Yes, our group was famous in many worlds of our galaxy. Many corporations feared her like wildfire and did everything possible to hide all of her members behind bars. Or even much further, if only these people do not poke around in all that dirty linen that is absolutely everywhere. The last major hack occurred about 30 years ago, when Alistair Wass (one of "Trinity's" executives) hacked into the main server of "Void Solutions", an event known on the intergalactic network as Voidgate. The corporation tested the new material "void" on the planet Seton-4. The laboratory and test site was located near the main city of the planet. One of the corporation's former scientists hinted that the material is highly unstable and that testing should be done on a desert planet or even a distant moon. However, a few weeks later, the scientist was found dead at home with no signs of a violent death. After that, communication with Seton-4 was interrupted for some time.
Later it became known that the laboratory was allegedly attacked by terrorists from the anti-progress group - they disabled the security and defense systems of the complex, after which a cargo ship filled with antigrain warheads fell from orbit onto them. The blast wave wiped out from the face of the earth not only the laboratory together with the test site, but also a part of the city located 25 kilometers from the laboratory. About five million people died. The Seton system authorities reacted very harshly - almost immediately they found the organizers of this entire attack, and exemplary trials were held. "Void Solutions" in an official press release apologized, paid all compensation, partially rebuilt the city and promised that such a tragedy would never happen again. This version of events could have taken root ... if not for Alistair.
The reports found said that a new, second, unstable form of "void" was being synthesized in the laboratory. The first form of the "void" was distinguished by high stability and was used to create the skin of spaceships and personal protection. The material was not only incredibly strong and lightweight - it dissipated a huge amount of energy without any problems. Bullets of any caliber bounced off the thin sheet of the void. The laser weapons left no trace. The explosives were ineffective. Only high-temperature plasma coped with this material. However, this type of weapon (despite several thousand years of progress) was not available in all worlds. And if scientists have made an indestructible shield, then why not make an indestructible sword from the same material? After all, the atom was not always peaceful either - in history textbooks you can read about the "Cuban missile crisis" on Earth. The corporation tried to create a weapon against its own defenses, without considering the possible consequences. And when the unstable "sword" touched the stable "shield"... there was an explosion.
What happened next? Investigation, lawsuits, search for the real culprit. It turned out that the "organizers" of this whole attack were in fact innocent - they were forced to confess to a crime they did not commit. But despite the widespread publicity, condemnation and reports of testing, "Void Solutions" remained afloat. None of the members of the corporation were punished. The situation was simply hushed up, because the "Void Solutions" provided the space fleet with first-class protection. Void's security team somehow managed to figure out Alistair's whereabouts. Nobody heard anything more about him, and the "Trinity" group went to the bottom for a while.
All these thoughts rushed through my head in a few seconds. Getting out of bed and stretching my stiff muscles, I looked around the room. Most of the things were in place. Usually I take the necessary minimum with me, if suddenly events happen according to an unpredictable scenario. Just a precaution, nothing more. There was already a mug of hot strong coffee on the table - the automation in this hotel was at a very good level. Refreshed, I dressed, packed my things and looked around the room before leaving. Nothing unusual. Taking a deep breath, I left the room and closed the door behind me.
An automated taxi was already waiting for me at the door of the hotel. The computer with a pleasant voice greeted the passenger, specified the address of the trip and asked to buckle up. Modern (by the standards of the galaxy) cars with safe and compact thermonuclear engines powered by Helium-3 were immediately brought to Geyama - all for the sake of preserving the environment. This terrestrial planet was inhabited quite recently - about 300 years ago. However, its pace of development was very high. Corporations have poured trillions of dollars here because the planet is in a system very rich in rare metals. Well, in itself, it is very attractive in terms of climate and recreation. In general, it is amazing how quickly humanity has spread across the galaxy. After reaching the technological singularity in 2079, a series of discoveries took place on Earth, after which a very rapid spread of people through space began: first through the solar system, and then to nearby stars. The main thing was the discovery "the zero element" - with its help, scientists managed to create a field of dark energy, under the influence of which the mass of the object decreased. Thus, any object in the field of dark energy could be accelerated to a speed equal to, or many times higher than the speed of light. And yes, Albert Einstein could sleep well - the principles of general relativity were not violated.
After about 15 minutes, the taxi quietly drove up to a small three-story building with one entrance. There was a sign at the door: "Dr. Kreutz. Plastic surgery". Leaving the car, I went to the entrance. There were no cameras outside, and the doctor himself, according to numerous customer reviews, was quite an experienced and reliable specialist in such matters. Before ringing the bell, I turned around - the taxi was no longer on the street. The environment on the street seemed somehow unnaturally quiet and for a moment I hesitated. Should I trust him at all? After all, there was another option... Gathering my courage, I pressed the button. The door opened and I went inside.
An electric shock to the back, a bag on the head, a ringing silence. The cat caught the mouse.
Part 1. One way ticket.
I woke up from a bright light that cut across my eyes. And then a good blow to the jaw followed. The picture in my head dimmed, the sound became muffled. By some miracle, I didn't fall off the chair and onto the floor. However, I would not mind lying down. Intellectually, I understood that I had fallen into a trap - somewhere a mistake had been made and I was, as they say, burned. But how? And where? These questions tried to overcome the aching pain in the jaw. It seems that I will have to pay a visit to the dentist - I definitely lost one tooth. However, such an opportunity is unlikely to appear in the future.
Someone grabbed me by the shoulders and helped me to take a normal position on the chair. I notice that my hands were handcuffed. The eyes were still not used to the bright light, and the recently drunk coffee began to beg to return to freedom. Having suppressed the attempt to escape, I tried to focus my vision on the person who was with me in this room.
- Mr. Shinto Kanizawa...
The man's voice was calm, but loud and powerful.
- Listen, you are wrong. I'm not who you want...
The attempt is weak, but I had to try. Another blow came to the jaw. The head shook to the side, a metallic taste was clearly felt on the tongue.
- Listen here, piece of shit. I know perfectly well who you are and what you do. Do you think we didn't know that you were coming to Geyama?
The interrogator stood in front of me and I managed to make out his face. Short dark hair. Brown eyes. Massive jaw. Broad shoulders. Height is about two meters, weight is more than one hundred kilograms. But most of all I was attracted by his hands. Cybernetic implants of a model unknown to me. A barely noticeable bluish glow emanated from them - the exact same glow I had seen before, but because of two missed blows to the jaw, I could not remember exactly where...
- Let me refresh your memory, otherwise I seem to have overdone it a little. I still can't get used to the force of the blows. Especially people. Usually, one blow is enough for a person to die on the spot. But you're in luck today. Twice! - With these words, the giant patted me on the shoulder. I thought he broke a couple of my bones. Then he went to the corner of the room to get another chair. At that moment I looked around. A room five by five meters, without windows and doors. Smooth walls. How did we get here? And where are we anyway?
- Buddy, do not make any sudden movements, - the giant put a chair in front of me, and then slowly sat down on it, as if afraid to break it. - You got yourself into some special shit, Jack. Yes, we all know about you, Jack McKean. This is your real data. We know more about you than your own mother. You have crossed the line with your criminal actions. And you know what? Some people didn't like it. Therefore, now you are here with me. And today I will decide your fate.
- Who the hell are you? - I hissed through clenched teeth.
- Who I am is absolutely unimportant, - The giant shrugged and smiled. - However, I can tell you, since you will still go to a place where this information will be useless. My name is Jeremy Irons. Major of the special sixth division. Special operations and countering cyber terrorism.
Irons. Well, of course! It was he who had a hand in the capture of Alistair Wasse. "Void Solutions" praised him greatly in their reports. And on the videos one could see his new implants. But that was about thirty years ago... Why hasn't he aged? Completed an intensive rejuvenation course?
- You know, I'm short on time, Jack. To me, you are just a small pawn in this big chess game. Sooner or later, we'll catch the whole "Trinity" group. We will catch all of you. The incident at the Kallus thermonuclear station has become your doom.
- You don't understand, it was a mistake! This shouldn't have happened!
- But it happened! - Irons jumped to his feet. His chair flew into the wall with great speed and crumpled, as if it were made of cardboard.
- You do not understand what you are doing, - Irons loomed over me like a mountain - You think this is all a damn game of cat and mouse. Many people have suffered because of your actions. You only see trees, but you cannot see the forest behind the trees. However, - here Irons grinned, - You will have the opportunity to see the forest with your own eyes. If luck hasn't left you yet.
With these words, he pulled a pistol from his belt and pointed it at me.
- Let me tell you one last thing, Jack. I'd love to shoot you on the spot, but one person has other plans for you. You will be sent into exile on Torkularis-15. The planet with anomalous flow of time. Your life, if you are lucky enough to survive, will pass six times faster than usual. You just rot out there in the back of the galaxy. You will rot on a planet where garbage like you has been dumped for almost a thousand years. No one has yet returned from there. Even Alistair couldn't. And you are unlikely to find him in good health - Irons smiled - after all 180 years have passed there. If you find his grave, say hello to him.
The handle of the pistol crashed into my head with great speed. Falling to the floor, I tried to remember the last time I spoke to my mother. How long has it been... Where has this game taken me? And what will happen next? I didn't care anymore.
(I`m sorry for some mistakes in text. English is not my best language.)
Part 0. An obscure feeling.
Have you ever felt that your whole life is slowly but surely going downhill? That the just end is inexorably creeping up to you from your back, unnoticed, like a cat creeping towards an unsuspecting mouse? At times I had that feeling. But I was throwing this feeling out of my head. Unfortunately, it came back over and over again. Like that same cat. A dangerous game.
The computer assistant at the Douglas Hotel set the alarm on exactly at eleven o'clock in the morning. The groovy pop melody of a famous music group on this planet burst into my ears and interrupted another beautiful dream. Somehow, opening my eyes, I tried to turn off the alarm with my voice - only a hoarse cough escaped from my mouth. Rolling over on my side, I began to feel the floor with my hand for a bottle of water. A few seconds later, my fingers found the plastic container. After taking a few greedy sips and wetting my throat, I ordered the alarm clock to shut up, after which the assistant began to casually read the headlines of the news feed. I listened to it half-heartedly, trying to figure out how my body would react to my morning dose of dihydrogen monoxide. This is not the first time I have had to sit all night hacking the servers of various large corporations. Of course, in such matters you need to understand what awaits you. One unforgivable mistake - and a squad to fight cyber terrorism rushes in to you. These people politely lay you face down on the floor and then take you and your equipment away. And this is the best case. At worst, you might just get shot on the spot. But I was lucky so far. However, in the "Trinity" hacker group there were only the best of the best - and I was just one of those.
Yes, our group was famous in many worlds of our galaxy. Many corporations feared her like wildfire and did everything possible to hide all of her members behind bars. Or even much further, if only these people do not poke around in all that dirty linen that is absolutely everywhere. The last major hack occurred about 30 years ago, when Alistair Wass (one of "Trinity's" executives) hacked into the main server of "Void Solutions", an event known on the intergalactic network as Voidgate. The corporation tested the new material "void" on the planet Seton-4. The laboratory and test site was located near the main city of the planet. One of the corporation's former scientists hinted that the material is highly unstable and that testing should be done on a desert planet or even a distant moon. However, a few weeks later, the scientist was found dead at home with no signs of a violent death. After that, communication with Seton-4 was interrupted for some time.
Later it became known that the laboratory was allegedly attacked by terrorists from the anti-progress group - they disabled the security and defense systems of the complex, after which a cargo ship filled with antigrain warheads fell from orbit onto them. The blast wave wiped out from the face of the earth not only the laboratory together with the test site, but also a part of the city located 25 kilometers from the laboratory. About five million people died. The Seton system authorities reacted very harshly - almost immediately they found the organizers of this entire attack, and exemplary trials were held. "Void Solutions" in an official press release apologized, paid all compensation, partially rebuilt the city and promised that such a tragedy would never happen again. This version of events could have taken root ... if not for Alistair.
The reports found said that a new, second, unstable form of "void" was being synthesized in the laboratory. The first form of the "void" was distinguished by high stability and was used to create the skin of spaceships and personal protection. The material was not only incredibly strong and lightweight - it dissipated a huge amount of energy without any problems. Bullets of any caliber bounced off the thin sheet of the void. The laser weapons left no trace. The explosives were ineffective. Only high-temperature plasma coped with this material. However, this type of weapon (despite several thousand years of progress) was not available in all worlds. And if scientists have made an indestructible shield, then why not make an indestructible sword from the same material? After all, the atom was not always peaceful either - in history textbooks you can read about the "Cuban missile crisis" on Earth. The corporation tried to create a weapon against its own defenses, without considering the possible consequences. And when the unstable "sword" touched the stable "shield"... there was an explosion.
What happened next? Investigation, lawsuits, search for the real culprit. It turned out that the "organizers" of this whole attack were in fact innocent - they were forced to confess to a crime they did not commit. But despite the widespread publicity, condemnation and reports of testing, "Void Solutions" remained afloat. None of the members of the corporation were punished. The situation was simply hushed up, because the "Void Solutions" provided the space fleet with first-class protection. Void's security team somehow managed to figure out Alistair's whereabouts. Nobody heard anything more about him, and the "Trinity" group went to the bottom for a while.
All these thoughts rushed through my head in a few seconds. Getting out of bed and stretching my stiff muscles, I looked around the room. Most of the things were in place. Usually I take the necessary minimum with me, if suddenly events happen according to an unpredictable scenario. Just a precaution, nothing more. There was already a mug of hot strong coffee on the table - the automation in this hotel was at a very good level. Refreshed, I dressed, packed my things and looked around the room before leaving. Nothing unusual. Taking a deep breath, I left the room and closed the door behind me.
An automated taxi was already waiting for me at the door of the hotel. The computer with a pleasant voice greeted the passenger, specified the address of the trip and asked to buckle up. Modern (by the standards of the galaxy) cars with safe and compact thermonuclear engines powered by Helium-3 were immediately brought to Geyama - all for the sake of preserving the environment. This terrestrial planet was inhabited quite recently - about 300 years ago. However, its pace of development was very high. Corporations have poured trillions of dollars here because the planet is in a system very rich in rare metals. Well, in itself, it is very attractive in terms of climate and recreation. In general, it is amazing how quickly humanity has spread across the galaxy. After reaching the technological singularity in 2079, a series of discoveries took place on Earth, after which a very rapid spread of people through space began: first through the solar system, and then to nearby stars. The main thing was the discovery "the zero element" - with its help, scientists managed to create a field of dark energy, under the influence of which the mass of the object decreased. Thus, any object in the field of dark energy could be accelerated to a speed equal to, or many times higher than the speed of light. And yes, Albert Einstein could sleep well - the principles of general relativity were not violated.
After about 15 minutes, the taxi quietly drove up to a small three-story building with one entrance. There was a sign at the door: "Dr. Kreutz. Plastic surgery". Leaving the car, I went to the entrance. There were no cameras outside, and the doctor himself, according to numerous customer reviews, was quite an experienced and reliable specialist in such matters. Before ringing the bell, I turned around - the taxi was no longer on the street. The environment on the street seemed somehow unnaturally quiet and for a moment I hesitated. Should I trust him at all? After all, there was another option... Gathering my courage, I pressed the button. The door opened and I went inside.
An electric shock to the back, a bag on the head, a ringing silence. The cat caught the mouse.
Part 1. One way ticket.
I woke up from a bright light that cut across my eyes. And then a good blow to the jaw followed. The picture in my head dimmed, the sound became muffled. By some miracle, I didn't fall off the chair and onto the floor. However, I would not mind lying down. Intellectually, I understood that I had fallen into a trap - somewhere a mistake had been made and I was, as they say, burned. But how? And where? These questions tried to overcome the aching pain in the jaw. It seems that I will have to pay a visit to the dentist - I definitely lost one tooth. However, such an opportunity is unlikely to appear in the future.
Someone grabbed me by the shoulders and helped me to take a normal position on the chair. I notice that my hands were handcuffed. The eyes were still not used to the bright light, and the recently drunk coffee began to beg to return to freedom. Having suppressed the attempt to escape, I tried to focus my vision on the person who was with me in this room.
- Mr. Shinto Kanizawa...
The man's voice was calm, but loud and powerful.
- Listen, you are wrong. I'm not who you want...
The attempt is weak, but I had to try. Another blow came to the jaw. The head shook to the side, a metallic taste was clearly felt on the tongue.
- Listen here, piece of shit. I know perfectly well who you are and what you do. Do you think we didn't know that you were coming to Geyama?
The interrogator stood in front of me and I managed to make out his face. Short dark hair. Brown eyes. Massive jaw. Broad shoulders. Height is about two meters, weight is more than one hundred kilograms. But most of all I was attracted by his hands. Cybernetic implants of a model unknown to me. A barely noticeable bluish glow emanated from them - the exact same glow I had seen before, but because of two missed blows to the jaw, I could not remember exactly where...
- Let me refresh your memory, otherwise I seem to have overdone it a little. I still can't get used to the force of the blows. Especially people. Usually, one blow is enough for a person to die on the spot. But you're in luck today. Twice! - With these words, the giant patted me on the shoulder. I thought he broke a couple of my bones. Then he went to the corner of the room to get another chair. At that moment I looked around. A room five by five meters, without windows and doors. Smooth walls. How did we get here? And where are we anyway?
- Buddy, do not make any sudden movements, - the giant put a chair in front of me, and then slowly sat down on it, as if afraid to break it. - You got yourself into some special shit, Jack. Yes, we all know about you, Jack McKean. This is your real data. We know more about you than your own mother. You have crossed the line with your criminal actions. And you know what? Some people didn't like it. Therefore, now you are here with me. And today I will decide your fate.
- Who the hell are you? - I hissed through clenched teeth.
- Who I am is absolutely unimportant, - The giant shrugged and smiled. - However, I can tell you, since you will still go to a place where this information will be useless. My name is Jeremy Irons. Major of the special sixth division. Special operations and countering cyber terrorism.
Irons. Well, of course! It was he who had a hand in the capture of Alistair Wasse. "Void Solutions" praised him greatly in their reports. And on the videos one could see his new implants. But that was about thirty years ago... Why hasn't he aged? Completed an intensive rejuvenation course?
- You know, I'm short on time, Jack. To me, you are just a small pawn in this big chess game. Sooner or later, we'll catch the whole "Trinity" group. We will catch all of you. The incident at the Kallus thermonuclear station has become your doom.
- You don't understand, it was a mistake! This shouldn't have happened!
- But it happened! - Irons jumped to his feet. His chair flew into the wall with great speed and crumpled, as if it were made of cardboard.
- You do not understand what you are doing, - Irons loomed over me like a mountain - You think this is all a damn game of cat and mouse. Many people have suffered because of your actions. You only see trees, but you cannot see the forest behind the trees. However, - here Irons grinned, - You will have the opportunity to see the forest with your own eyes. If luck hasn't left you yet.
With these words, he pulled a pistol from his belt and pointed it at me.
- Let me tell you one last thing, Jack. I'd love to shoot you on the spot, but one person has other plans for you. You will be sent into exile on Torkularis-15. The planet with anomalous flow of time. Your life, if you are lucky enough to survive, will pass six times faster than usual. You just rot out there in the back of the galaxy. You will rot on a planet where garbage like you has been dumped for almost a thousand years. No one has yet returned from there. Even Alistair couldn't. And you are unlikely to find him in good health - Irons smiled - after all 180 years have passed there. If you find his grave, say hello to him.
The handle of the pistol crashed into my head with great speed. Falling to the floor, I tried to remember the last time I spoke to my mother. How long has it been... Where has this game taken me? And what will happen next? I didn't care anymore.
) Every character have some points. We can spend it for on improving skills (exception - ranged/melee, because every1 gonna up this 2 skills from start). Ofc some skills will be useless (art, mental work - we dont need it in online), but other can help in game.
Damage Indicators - nuff said
) - Fortnite style. Find lootbox, open it and grab your prize (the chest opens with a lot of noise, which may attract zombies or other players)