NationStates Jolt Archive

High Grand Admiral Quin Izumi, leader of the nation of Abu-Dhabi Khristatata, the 'Founding Father' of Khristian culture, looked out from his booth into the room as the process began. The programs he had begun hundreds of years ago had come a long way, and this was not the first time he had sat in a booth like this one, no it was only one of countless times, but this time it was extrordinary.

Yes... My plans, goals, and ideals have changed throughout time, but of course, I have changed... He smiled, his platinum hair obscuring part of his face.

"My liege, are you sure you want to go through with this?"

Quin Izumi reached back and grabbed the shirt of the assistant who had just walked up behind him. He turned his head and pulled the startled and frightened assistant down so that his ear was next to his mouth.

"If you ever ask an idiotic question like that again, I'll flay you, personally." And he let the assistant go and went back to observing the sight below that was unfolding.

In the room below his booth, Khristians huddled around a cylinder that lay on the floor. Cables and pipes ran into and out of the cylinder and the monitors on its front flashed vital information to the Khristian doctors and scientists who were huddled around it.

A few feet away from the cylinder, two Khristians also were monitoring vital statistics relayed by cables and pipes, which they controlled from their console.

"The High Grand Admiral says you may proceed."

At the assistant's word, the clustered doctors and scientists around the cylinder moved away and the two controllers at the console started the process that would open the cylinder.

From his booth, Quin Izumi could hear the pumps begin as the fluids inside the cylinder were removed. He remembered at this time what several of the doctors had told him yesterday...

"Are you insane? You want us to open the cylinder tommorow? But the subject isn't fully grown yet. When he emerged he'd physically only be about twelve years old or so."

"Will he retain his memories?"

"Up to that point in his life."

"That's all I need."

Quin Izumi smiled. I'll give them new right eyes when they learn not to argue with me. He looked back down to the room where the cylinder was opening...

The doctors stayed away a few seconds, letting Quin Izumi examine the subject from his booth before moving in to examine him with instruments. As the prodding and measuring began one of the doctors asked the subject a simple question. "What is your name," and the subject responded. "Iatoni Breznakov..."

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<If Federation Intel knew of this, they would certainly tag it as important.>

Iatoni Breznakov stood looking out a window at the underground metropolis on the sixth planet in the Iatoni system. He was dressed in a Khristian red military uniform, sans isignia, with his hair slicked back and his arms locked in front of him.

Alot has changed since my last memories.... It's like this is a new world. But there seems to be such a sinister feeling to this all... nothing like the Abu-Dhabi Khristatata I remember...

Iatoni felt a hand on his shoulder and a menacing voice began speaking to him. "How are you Iatoni, my child?" The hand moved up, being lightly drawn across Iatoni's neck. He feels so cold... Iatoni thought.

"The examination wasn't........pleasent...." The man behind him leaned down near his hear, platnium hair covering part of his own head and his uniform.

"I didn't expect it to be."

The hand grabbed Iatoni's chin and jerked it up so that the blue eyes of Iatoni Breznakov met the deep blue, secretive eyes of Quin Izumi. The Khristian High Grand Admiral smiled at the human boy.

"You aren't like what they taught us in school."

Quin Izumi smirked. "I've changed since then, my child."

"And what else has changed? Are we still fighting the Russians? Is this an underground fortress? When do we move against them?"

The Khristian laughed. "Oh no... that was very long ago, we aren't fighting the Russians anymore, we have...new enemies." He gave a sinister grin and rubbed his hand against Iatoni's cheek.

Iatoni turned away from the touch of the High Grand Admiral. "What is this world you've fashioned. It feels so...sinister. So much fanatacism... I don't see the ideals that you set up for us, that we fought for in the Black Sea Wars..."

High Grand Admiral Quin Izumi laughed again. "Ahhh, my naive child, I have changed much and so has the circumstances of the universe. We no longer think in terms of nations, contienants, and the globe. No, we think in terms of alliances, planets, and the universe... Our veiws are widened, our struggle is also... Now we have before us a fight as great or greater than that of your time..."

"My time? I don't like this, it doesn't feel right...."

The Khristian grabbed the child and turned Iatoni so he was facing him. He grabbed his chin and looked deeply into his eyes. "There may be many things here you do not like, my love."

'My love'? With that thought, Iatoni knew what to was coming and he pulled away from the Khristian High Grand Admiral.

Quin Izumi grabbed his arm. "Don't resist it, boy."

Iatoni gave the High Grand Admiral a swift kick to his right side and ran. Immedeately Quin Izumi clutched his side, but then let go and made his way across the room to the intercom.

"Security, please take Iatoni to his 'quarters'." Then he exited the room, his platnium hair flowing behind him, his side still aching a bit from the kick of a human child.

Iatoni ran desperately down the corridor. Klaxons resounded down the hallway as two gaurds came running up towards him. He charged towards them, he knew they wouldn't hurt him, he was valued greatly. As he approached the two gaurds, they moved for him, attempting to overwelhm him with their strength, but he was agile. He dodged their clutches and ripped a plasma rifle from one of the gaurds. He continued to move, attempting to fire the outlandish weapon, and finally got it to work, using up two rounds and leaving both gaurds dead, but he walked away with a limp and a badly scratched arm.

He continued down the hallway, looking for an exit, but only encountered more gaurds, leaving four more dead, but also receiving a concussion, which left him unconscious for a few minutes.

He awoke in a barren, metal room. He looked around, but could find none of the neccesities of a sanitary shelter....

From a security room, Quin Izumi watched the monitors. "Leave him in there until I tell you otherwise. And make damn sure he doesn't make contact with Subject #16543."