This is a rough draft - I'll fix it up eventually, lol. 

In the year 2125 the former mercenary code; named Blazerine is temporarily hired out of retirement by Irving Corporation.  Blazerine’s unit specializes in combating technology-related crimes, although the unit does not shy away from the occasional stolen cargo retrieval or counter-terrorism mission. 

Incidents in Blazerine’s checkered past lead team members to question her regard for their lives.  As a result, several quit on the day of her arrival.

Haven, is the leader of the corporation. An ex-cop discharged into what he considers too early of a retirement. In his day, he was quite a damn good cop. Despite the hustling lifestyle he lived, money was never an object to him. Everything, he did, was merely out of the kindness of his heart. The fact he refused to carry a weapon made a lot of people question his mentality, but to him it was proof of his peaceful intentions. He specializes in negotiating political matters. Very often he finds himself trying to keep the headstrong members of his team in line.

Tabs, 2th ranked, specializes in gaining unauthorized access to proprietary computer systems. He almost spent the rest of his life in prison for hacking into one of the governments senates’ computers. Haven argued with the system by proclaiming he could be put to better use for his so called “talents.”

Crowe, 3rd ranked, is skilled in various light, medium and heavy weaponry. He often struggles with the idea that he is inferior to Blazerine, “a woman.” Frequently having the tendency of getting himself into trouble by speaking his mind a little too freely.

Kudos, 4th ranked, His attribution depends on the most. He’s trained in various branches of engineering, from construction and weaponry to machines. Fellow comrades consider him to be one of the luckiest bastards alive. Due to a freak accident from his youth, his body is mostly made of prosthetic limbs. No one is exactly sure what had happened to him because he refuses to say.

Roach, ranked 5th. He’s the youngest member aboard. Every day he undergoes a bashing for being “the little guy” of the group. He rarely trusts anyone and never talks, mostly because he can’t.  He was born a mute and is only able to communicate through wild hand gestures that most people don't understand anyways. Despite all the hatred, he’s the best pilot the team has ever flown the Rusk-bucket. (The rust-bucket is a nickname given to the airship due to its constant malfunctions and other difficulties.) Safely he guides the units to their destinations and back.

The Corp has been on a case of a hacker who goes by the alias of, The Ajana. He's the leader of an alleged religious cult called the Servants. The Servants were rumored to be a cult that brainwashes individuals by sending subliminal messages to online computer programs; to convert unsuspecting victims. Throughout history, it has been believed that a person's behavior can be influenced by appealing to the subconscious mind. Through many ways such as words and images to encourage the listener to do whatever they want; from stealing or giving them the courage to believe in his or her power to accomplish their tasks. Those who become members of the cult, eventually commit suicide because the leader no longer needs them.

Extraterrestrial micro-organism remains are discovered in the victim's bodies. It’s a microscopic parasite which gains entry into the respiratory system. It feeds on the host by accessing the bloodstream, eventually budding offspring to attack the nervous system. There is a sign of evidence if the host isn't compatible enough to co-exist with the organism; the host is more than likely would die during the process. The cult nickname the entry of the parasite into a host as "spiritual growth."

Haven thought the most efficient way to find the location of the leader was by having someone voluntarily sit through one of the sessions, long enough for them trace the frequency to determine their whereabouts. However, it vibrates a sound which determines how people precede what is good or bad. These are waters that even the authorities dare not to tread. There was no question in his mind, if it was put to vote, Blazerine would be chosen for this assignment. But surprisingly enough Crowe was more than willing to take her place. He didn't want to miss the opportunity to finally put Blazerine in her place. Regardless of the possible dangers that may occur, the procedure commenced.

When the frequencies became too much for him to handle, he wasn't pulled out. His sympathetic nerves were now paralyzed and his mind went completely blank.

Subconsciously he is overwhelmed by subliminal messages that said,

“Merge one's mind with an extraterrestrial life to reach heights, previously unimagined by any human. You must accelerate your evolution with an injection of 'spiritual growth.' "No longer will you have to look outside yourself for answers, nourishment, counselors, anything to solve problems or resolve issues.”

When Crowe finally fell to the submission of the messages, he became nothing but a mindless drone. The only words he mutters were out of desperation to reach enlightenment through spiritual growth. The team felt sympathy for him, expect Blazerine. In her opinion, he got what he deserved, however she did not say it out loud. Haven said his sacrifice wouldn't be put to waste.

The tracer linked back to an abandoned transmission station, located on Mars. The unit is dispatched immediately to apprehend Ajana. Inside, Tabs stumbles across a file, containing information regarding the study of grid lines; of the earth’s time frame. It determines the location of the earth in universal clockwork. He expects there to be more than one main time frame. This would include all and divinely ordained because the universe is extremely orderly, in that everything has its time. There could be quite a few timeline branches that remain linked to the main; there may also be gridlines hidden within the main ones.

Some could branch off and run out energy to survive. Leaving a high possibility that someone could perhaps choose their own destiny. It’s just a matter of speaking if they would be capable of doing it safely without destroying the rest of the evolution for everyone else.

However this technology isn't of our own, it is an ancient device created by Zhe'Kolhavan, an extraterrestrial race, who have mastered multiple forms of advanced technology. They are very agile and intelligent, having almost an unlimited amount of telepathic power. They age extremely slowly and are unable to die of natural causes, such as disease or any other sort illnesses. Although, they are physically fragile and weak. Even with this knowledge the government chooses to use it regardless. They claim it’s only to help convert further develop to their scientific research on human evolution. 

This means the Servants aren't the only ones misuse the grid lines for their own purpose. Perhaps he’s using the device to vibrate subliminal messages to countless of grid lines. He tried to pass the information back to headquarters, but there was some sort of interference preventing him from doing so. Monitors throughout the facility came to life, displaying a picture of a hand with an eye located on its palm. 

"Lesser intelligence... a sub-form being... Surely, there is evidence of few percentages of advanced intelligence humans can possibly possess. On the other hand, my research strongly suggests that humans are too irrational, providing the errors and biases in human reasoning and decision-making process. You aren't essentially good, or bad, but rather both. Every single one of you has done something that wasn't exemplary, sometimes without even knowing. Whether or not you're really good or really bad, your “God” will always find it in his heart to forgive you. Such imperfect creatures, trapped mainly because of temptation. Imperfect creatures I've provided the only solution and you wish to take it away from them? The Zhe'Kolhavan will soon be coming to get back what is rightfully theirs."

Blazerine wasn't sure what he meant by “rightfully theirs.” When asked, she was ignored and the digitized voice continued its long rant,

“Those who aren't worthy enough to survive the process of the spiritual growth cannot co-exist with us."

Tabs tried contacting the Rust-bucket to inform Haven that this wasn't the right location,

“The message is being broadcast from several different locations at once. It'll be harder to pinpoint which one is solely being used for transmission than the ones transferring. To put this simply, it’s a decoy. The most I could do is manually overwrite it. It could save many from being converted, however in the process we will lose a chance to snatch this guy once and for all.” A static interference interrupts him. 

“Haven, hello, can you hear me?” Right there and then he had to make a decision whether or not to overwrite the broadcast. 

His train of thought is distracted by Kudos. The guy deliberately rammed his prosthetic hand through Blazerine's bio-hazard helmet. Immediately she is exposed to the spiritual growth, which is pouring from the air vents.

All the while Kudos is screaming, “I didn't mean to, it’s not my fault, something is controlling my body!"

Squad-mate Cross threatened to open fire if he continued his irrational behavior. Tab suggested damage to be conflicted to Kudos prosthetic limbs in order to possibly immobilize him. Cross fired several rounds into Kudos left leg, but the bullets weren't capable of penetrating far enough into the metal to slow his movement. 

Cross knew he had to make a choice between their lives or his. Clenching his left eye shut, he aims directly at Kudos's head. Right before he squeezed the trigger, Kudos pleaded for his life. 

Tabs watched in awe when his bio-hazard helmet shattered into pieces, followed by blood splatter. A loud echoing thud could be heard when his body dropped against the platforms.

Tabs then rushed to Blazerine's side to check her vital signs. Her eyes were beginning to be absorbed by the black liquid substance.

“Were heading back to the ship, there’s nothing we can do for her now.”


Two years later, Irving Corp suffered tremendously due to the loss of former members. Those who died that day, those who simply left because they thought Haven had gone senile. Only a few, who believed in his conspiracies, remained at his side. One for example; He claims to have evidence that police officials are beginning to be corrupted by the Servants. Many have already been converted and the ones who haven't are bargaining for their lives. 

The government would no doubt be the next to fall if it hasn't happened already. It’s just a matter of when the problem would escalate to the public. There’s already speculation through the online world that most branches of the government are planning to escape to secret military colonies; constructed in outer space. Only saving themselves, while leaving everyone else behind to be exposed to contamination. 

Let’s say if the government even makes it that far. Who's to say they won't go after the colonies next? Can the Servants be compromised to reasoning? Haven thinks not, because they are nothing but pawns for a superior race, the Zhe'Kolhavan, who he undoubtedly thinks the Servants are getting the spiritual growth from.

On Dec. 5th, Haven co-signed Blazerine's release from a mental health facility. He wasn't able to even recognize her anymore, not only by appearance but even personality. A once outraged individual is now quiet, insecure and even shy. The tragic past, that once defined who she was, has been erased from all existence by amnesia. Tabs suspect it must have been one of the side effects of being exposed to the spiritual growth.

Haven proudly placed his hand upon her shoulder and said, 

“You may not remember who you are or your past, but those who know your name will never forget.”

There must of have been a reason for Haven to have gotten her out. That very same day he explained his plans for constructing an illegal time traveling device in order to stop the day the Servants made contact with Zhe'Kolhavan.

Claiming, he obtained the coordinates from an outside source. All, she had to do, was play the role of a mercenary to gain the right parts he needed to construct it. There wouldn't be any circumstances that she would have to lift a finger to fight. Since the scrap dealers wouldn’t be stupid enough to even attempt to fight someone with such a reputation, especially from the rumors speculating around her disappearance. Most presumed she was dead and continued to prosper more productively without fear. 

Blazerine didn’t know what to believe, but she was willing to do anything to stay out of that hell hole clinic.

Over a short period, the device progressed quite nicely. During this time, she and Haven developed a father-daughter relationship. However, whenever she was thrown into a similar incident, a reminder of her past. It stimulates her once former self, making her hard to cope with from time to time. Haven tried his best to help her control the sudden outbursts of rage. But he thought it might be in her best interest to revert back one day. 

Blazerine figured it would benefit him more than it would her. It was the least of her worries anyway. Who knows when the feds will find out about his project, well if they haven't already? 

On top of that, she was concerned with the spiritual growth still coursing through her veins. Shots have become a daily ritual in her life helping suppress its manifestation. Hoping one day, a cure could be developed before its too late. Even if a cure is produced, there’s a high possibility that the damage, which has already has been met, may never be amended.

June 26th, The temporal vortex reached completion Although everything seemed in order, there were a few minor setbacks. Precisely there’s no way to determine a specific point where the time rifts would settle the person, during the selected century. It left the traveler with the chances of either having to wait several years for the event to take place or witness the aftermath. With all the odds against them, Haven proceeded with the test run.

Blazerine thought he should at least take all the risks into consideration before attempting to use that so-called contraption. She stood nearby, watching Haven tinker around while making the very few last adjustments to his machine.

Once he was finished, they were both caught off guard by a sudden explosion of tear gas. Someone had tipped off the feds to their location. Barely able to keep her eyes open, Blazerine accidentally bumps into a lever from behind. Through blurred vision, sparks flew through the air and Haven stumbled aimlessly into oncoming fire. Words were exchanged, but everything, they heard, sounded muffled. Their surroundings were being played out in a sequence being projected slower than normal speed. Blazerine attempted to reach out, screaming for Haven to take cover. 

Then the images rapidly sped up with no end in sight. Accelerating to the point where eye coordination could no longer be sustained. Her body lifted off the ground and immediately surged backward, launching into a rotatory movement of cosmic matter in the very center of the temporal vortex.
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