NationStates Jolt Archive

ooc: super secret IC, more of a background post.

Isis High Security Research Facility

The imperious Uri Jovovich stood with gloved hands clasped behind his back. He was the very image of the heartless director: cool, emotionless grey eyes, a lean, slightly muscular frame, greying blonde hair, and clad entirely in black with boots of the same hue. It was true the dress uniform of the Isis Corporation was posed of a very dark element, though many suggested this had a purpose. The only slight adornment to this sable outfit was the name Jovovich, sewn across the left breast. He appeared the more fearsome, juxtaposed with the diminutive man seated before him.

A well-groomed man, clad in tan dress pants, a light blue shirt, and a long white lab coat, he appeared wholly absorbed in the computer console before him. Jovovich gave a harsh cough, clasping a hand to the other man's shoulder, producing a noticeable start in the man.

"Dr. Lykken."

The scientist remained rigid, refusing to relax with Jovovich's hand still upon him. Jovovich noticed and allowed a cry smile to flicker across his stoney face.

"How is our patient, Mr. Lykken."

Lykken visibly quivered, looking up at the four containers before him. Each was about the size of a full grown man and a half, each half as wide. They were essentially tubes, filled with a mostly clear, green tinged liquid and filled with dozens of tubes. Clear in each tube was the naked body of a human being, two males and two females. Here the tubes found their home, appearing to be hardwired into these test subjects.

"Sir...we need at least another week to finish gathering data and compiling it into something meaningful."

Jovovich smirked once more. "You have four days, doctor. The best of luck to you."

A Tumbling Spiral into the Mind of a Tortured Soul

Pain.

Pain and darkness.

Why wouldn't it stop?

Where had the light gone?

It had been like this for days.

At least he thought it had been days.

For all he knew it could have been years.

What had he done to these people?

Why were they doing this to him?

He couldn't remember anything.

Only pain and darkness.

Such darkness.

So much pain.





Dr. Lykken watched the man in the tube as he would a lab rat. Depressing a button on the console before him, a colorless liquid shot through several of the tubes and into the subject. The man spasmed violently, convulsing as if going into shock. Lykken watched, detached. After a moment the man stopped moving and his life signs stabilized on the monitor. The good doctor only shook his head.

He paused before the door to the research facility. Why was he here? Was this what he was meant to be doing? Before him, one of the heavily armed guards grunted, a sure indicator that he was growing impatient.

He rummaged through his pockets, at last pulling out an ID, holding it up for the guards to see. "Dr. Evans, level gamma security clearance." The second guard eyed him for a moment, appearing suspicious; however, he soon stepped back to key a code on the wall mounted keypad. The doors slid open with a soft gasp of air.

Evans waited to breath a sigh of relief until he was well outside the earshot of the guards. He began walking down one of the many corridors, giving only a slight nod to the receptionist. These walls all looked so familiar. As they should, it had only been a few months since he'd left the Isis Corporation. After a few moments, he found the door he was looking for. He paused, taking a deep breath. With that, he grasped the handle, and slowly entered, gripping his briefcase firmly.

As he entered, he immediately came face to face with his nemisis. Jovovich looked up from his work, at first entirely annoyed at this interruption, then appearing entirely amused. Leaning forward, a hand fell below his desk, Evans quickly realizing why. A moment later, Jovovich leaned forward, hands clasped, smiling once more. "You have some business with me, doctor?"

Evans nearly through the briefcase onto the desk, flipping it open in the same motion. "Uri, this testing has to stop. It's gone too far."

"That is, after all, why you left, isn't it?"

"I had to, Uri. No man with an ounce of a soul can sit there and watch those people...those things..."

Jovovich gestured towards the case as though somewhat interested. "Marcus, my dear friend, it always was in your nature to be the perpetual "superhero". What are you planning on doing with all this."

Evans drew in another deep breath, clearly perturbed. "This is evidence of all the genetic testing that has been done in the Isis Corporation in the past three years. If you do not ordered the project to stop, I'll go to the police."

"No, my friend, I do not believe you will."

"You think that just because we worked together for twenty years-"

His sentence was cut short as he received a swift kick to the pack of his knees. He collapsed to the floor, kneeling.

"No, doctor. I think this just because this case will be staying with me."

Marcus Evans turned around to see his executioner. He was dressed in the standard guard uniform of the Isis Corporation, blue with a black flack vest. He saw the muzzle of the semi-automatic machine gun. He saw his past twenty years with Isis. He saw his family, his friends. He saw one of many casual lunches he had had with Jovovich, his friend. He heard the shot of the gun. And then, he saw nothing at all.

OOC- I am not entirely certain if this is open or not. Is it an open rp?

ooc: Sorry, this is a thread for the background of my country (i.e. its in the past), so it's not really open. However, any ooc comments are welcome!

OOC: is this a bio-war weapon?
How does it work? you seem to need to have the subject under control before you can do much to him, so is it an executioner's tool? sorry, i just dont quite understand. good RP though.

ooc: Heh heh, I know its vague so far. ;) Intentionally so...hope to build up some tension and have some fun...next installment should come tomorrow morning, my time. :D

OOC: okay, so are ypu a terrorist or a normal country?

...and on the third day, he rose again from the dead, and ascended into heaven...

Lykken sat, now feverishly, before the same console he had days before. To be honest, even he wasn't sure whether or not he had moved from it since-though the number of discarded coffee cups seemed to be a slight indicator of at least some movement.

But now--now he was onto something. The keys before him rattled away at a mind-numbing speed, the display before him cycling through the numerous programs he had active. It seemed as one blinked away on the screen, three more flickered into view. And yet a slight smile curled his pale lips. It was the smile of the crazed, the sickly. Yet still, it was a smile.

With the last few key combinations, he looked up to the near experimentation tube and waited. The same clear liquid shot through several of the tubes. The subject trembled, just the slightest tremble. Lykken watched on as a spectator at some grand event. He glanced back at the screen, as the subject began to cease his movement.

MESSIAH PROJECT> ACTIVE

EXPERIMENTAL UNIT ALPHA>>>>>>>

NERVE TOXIN RELEASED>

CELL DAMAGE RECORDED.

LIFE SIGNS FAILING.

CELL REGENERATION RECORDED>

UNIT ALPHA COMMENCING SELF-REGENERATION OF CELLULAR BODIES.

LIFE SIGNS STABILIZING.



Lykken slammed a fist down on the console in joy, jumping clear out of his seat with a whoop.

ooc:
Dastovia's Mini-Factbook

The Peoples Republic of Dastovia is a small, relatively unnoticed country, occupying a small parcel of territory somewhere in the former U.S.S.R. Though a democratic people, whispers of former soviet ties still permeate the country. For many years, following the collapse of the Soviet Union, Dastovia struggled under the hardship of converting to more capitalistic ways. Then came the Isis Corporation, a biotechnology center, becoming well-known throughout the world. Since then, the world of industry has further developed, yet Isis remains Dastovia's number one employer and most wide spread "business".

Their products include all manner of medicines and foods produced using the latest in bioengineering and genetic modification procedures. However, the Isis Corporation also provides a great deal of its products to the Dastovian government, which may explain the high security surrounding all of Isis' many facilities.

ooc: BUMP to promote my pretty new storyline.

Nicholi Miroslov grimaced as he dragged the limp body down the hall. His rifle now hung equally as limp, held behind him by a strap around his shoulder. Both these had life just a moment ago, he mused wryly. It was not truly in his nature to kill a man. Then, he pondered, was it actually part of anyone's nature to take the life of his fellow animal. Yet obedience, this was integral to man. And greed. This was nothing less than a job for him.

As he turned a corner, the lifeless head of Marcus Evans lolled a bit to better reveal the missing portion of his skull where the bullet had found home. A bit disgusted, Miroslov gave the body a jostle to set the head back in its former position.

At last, thankfully, reaching his destination, Nicholi backed through the door and set Evans body up on an empty gurney. Here he was to be left, attended to by the morgue staff. There were whispers that his body was to be left uncremated, though the unsuspecting soldier had not the slightest idea as to why. Rumors, he thought, too many rumors in the world...

Jovovich glided into the room with a cold air about him. Each step offered up a sharp tap from his boot heels, each bringing him nearer to Lykken. It may have been an imposing enterance, had the scientist noticed. Instead, he sat fully absorbed in the computer before him. As Jovovich closed the distance, Lykken at last noticed, wheeling his lab chair back just a little ways to give the director a better view of the screen.

Upon it read a simple message:

EXPERIMENTAL UNIT ALPHA:

FULL REGENERATION OF CELLULAR DAMMAGE RECORDED

Jovovich smiled icily. "You've made progress, doctor."

Lykken, perhaps emboldened by his new accomplishment, met Jovovich's gaze, a rare feat. "Yes, sir. I discovered the last component of the Omega Virus this morning. What you see before you is a real life avatar."

The director raised one gloved hand up to indicate the vats. "Have they all been tested?"

Lykken nodded, this time with slight hesitation. "Yes. And it seems as though the virus is equally effective in each patient. However, there are a few...unexpected aspects of the virus."

Jovovich's smile faded, returning to firm stoicism. "Oh, doctor? And what would those be?"

The scientist visibly fidgetted, as if reaching for time when there was clearly none. "The virus forces the body into a constant state of cellular destruction and regeneration..."

"That is the very point of this experimentation, Lykken. I fail to see this flaw of yours."

Lykken continued as if uninterrupted. "The cells breakdown and new ones generate at hundreds of times their normal rate. As we suspected, this would greatly aid in damage done by nerve gases, toxins, and any manner of open wound. However...there is degredation over a relatively short period of time. Once they're infected with the virus, they may only have a few days to live...These are kept alive by stalling this process in our analyzation chambers here...but a soldier on the battle field would not-"

Jovovich cut him off. "We are prepared for this 'problem', doctor. I thank you for your excellent work."

With that, the director gave Lykken a near gentle pat on the shoulder and left the room.

It was midnight, not a star in the sky. A thick blanket of clouds hung oppressively over the Isis Research Facility, blocking out even the slightest light from the near full moon. And threw the bleak, black night came a single distinctive noise.

...thwop thwop thwop thwop...

The helicopter tore through the sky, closing in on the facility. Upon each side, if one's eyes could pierce the swallowing blackness, one might see the "Eye of Isis" emblem, painted in a light blue-white. As it was, no one saw anything, much as the Corporation prefered.

Slowly it began to descend upon the roof of the main complex, the helipad revealed only by a few flood lights atop the building. In the shadows upon the roof, a few human shapes could be distinguished.

At last it touched down, a door in the side sliding open to reveal the silhouette of a well-built man, completely obscured otherwise. Uri Jovovich stepped forward towards the plane, offer the shadowy figure a slight bow.

"We have made a great step in our research...sir."