NationStates Jolt Archive

Harkon Psychological Facility

Technically speaking it did not exist. There were maybe, in all Kroando, some 1,000 people whom knew of it's existance, outside of this upper elite class, it was only a rumor. Of those whom knew about it, 980 of them worked in the facility. The others were the Grand Marshalls, the Lord Protector, and several other of the high ranking Capitalist Elites of Kroando. The secrecy of this place was only enhanced by the fact that it was 400 miles from the nearest city, located for the most part under 200 meters of ice and rock, and had an armed guard of over 500. The purpose of the facility? To explore the final frontier. The human mind. It was completely funded by the Kroandon Military... specifically, under the RX-7 Super Soldier Project.

Biological Alteration Sector

"Dr. Bornon, Dr. Hernor requests your presence in Ward 7... he says there is a development in Subject 32.", the younger medical assistant reported, handing a clip board to the older white-coated woman as she stood before the one-way glass, taking notes on the naked man before her. The man had smeared what appeared to be feces all over the walls, and was screaming at the top of his lungs, not words, but random noises and grunts. Dr. Bornon, one of the leading biological psychologists in Kroando, turned to the young woman and took the clip board, immidiately looking it over.

Peering over her glasses and skimming the report, she flipped through the pages, confirming what she was being told. "Is this correct Ms. Durner?", asked the short, gray haired doctor.

"Yes mam, Dr. Bornon says it's urgent.", replied the young lady, standing at attention. The doctor nodded and handed the clip boards to assistant, promptly walking out of the observation room to the adjacent hallway. Her walk was one of importance, yet seemingly being covered up so as to not attract attention.

Ward 7

"Is this right Karvor? Or did you just drag me half way across the BAS to smell my perfume?", demanded Dr. Bornon to the middle aged man standing before an electronic control panel. "Oh it's right Karoline, now please, close the door.", responded Dr. Hernor as he pressed a number of buttons on the illuminated panel. "Raise the LX7 three points... apply two clicks EMS to sector 4...", Dr. Hernor spoke into the microphone near his mouth, his instructions echoing out into the labratory before him, separated by another one way mirror.

The doctors and neuro-surgeons inside pressed various buttons and applied various injections into a mans arm, whom lay strapped down to the table. "Take a look at that Karoline... fifteen minutes ago he wouldn't shut up... we're trying to bring it back out.", the Doctor spoke, clicking on a television monitor in the corner of the room, which began playing a tape recorded shortly before.

The tape came on, a close up of a mans face, the same man who was presently strapped to the table in the next room. The man's eyes were closed, he was apperantly unconcious. And then he came alive. His eyes opened and quickly the pupils rolled back, leaving only the eerie whites. After several seconds came the audio. "Aunod ouin oinm mounit eruin irsnal orjen okjiun riuj ronamo koir niotu euhn loikaj oruwe eutn einjl morin ieun aoind olju..." It continued for well over ten minutes, seemingly some sort of foriegn language, not known to any whom heard it spoken.

Dr. Bornon turned from the screen to Dr. Hernon, "Again?", she questioned, her previous look of confidence and certainty being replaced with one of confusion and even a hint of fear. "What is it? What in God's name is it?", she asked again, looking back to the screen. The words went on and on... untill finally the mans face began convulsing, the words stopped and the taped fuzzed out.

BEEP! BEEP! BEEP! The loud piercing noice rang out, sending both rooms into a frenzy of action. "Sonofabitch! Twelve CC's dirophane! Get that fuckin' heart rate down! Cut his damn wrist if you have to! Slow it!", Karvor shouted into the microphone as Dr. Bornon walked over to the window. "God damn it... give him two DV's of gortex to the left lobe.", Dr. Bornon demanded, causing a look of confusion on Karvor's face. "What? You want him in a damn coma?", shouted the man, the situation clearly causing considerable anger. "Do it or his heart will explode... come now Karvor, we know exactly what is going to happen... we dont have much t-", and then came the unneeded interuption of a long, steady, silent beep.

Inside the operation room, surgeons threw down their equipment in anger and frustration, one in black garb toar off his mask and held his mouth piece close. "God damn it Karvor! How bout' you find out what the hell is going on before we try this again!"

[Before anyone screams GODMOD! This is primarily for the RP, little actual use will come from any research... if any. If you want to join, TG me with how you plan on doing so.]

Harkon Psychological Facility - Surface Level

Inquisitor General Harkon, the head of the facility, the greatest psychologist in all Kroando, and one of the intellectual elites of the nation strolled down the military-esque hallway, followed closely on both sides by armed guards. Viktor Harkon was one of the most important people in the nation, not simply because of his monetary wealth either. He was brilliant. He was convinced that he could 'unlock' the human mind, discover it's secrets, exploit it's potential, it wasn't about the money that would come, for he had plenty of that. It wasn't even about the fame, nor the immense power that would come to Kroando should they win the 'race to the mind'. It was a personal quest of satisfaction and longing for knowledge.

In so many other countries, and in Kroando itself, the research being performed here was beyond illegal. It was inhumane. Brain surgery, chemical alterations and biological injections all in the name of science? Thousands upon thousands of people died in the facility every month, as experiments went wrong, test subjects became unuseable, or quite simply, the scalpal jerked. Horrid tests were run, ungodly things were done to people, but to Harkon, it was all necessary for the good of humanity.

"Ah, Professor Galshon, I am so glad you could make it... we've been awaiting your arrival. I trust the trip was not too difficult?", questioned Harkon, his slicked back black hair glistening under the lights of the room. "Not terrible... no. Now General-", responded the aged Professor, being cut off mid-sentence by Harkon. "Viktor, please.", interupted the Inquisitor General. "Viktor...", began Galshon, "I was woken in the middle of the night, told that there was an urgent matter in Khartoum, dragged out of my bed half dressed by armed guards, and thrown in a humvee. Six days later... I am here... not in Khartoum. Now Mr. Harkon, what in the hell is going on?!"

Harkon paused, nodding in sympathy. "I apologize for the methods of my contacts... however I believe you will appreciate the intensity of what is going on once you are informed... please, follow me. Every minute we waste is in futility.", Harkon declared, the two men promptly embarking on a ten minute walk across the facility.

Harkon's Private Study

Professor Galshon was the leading authority on language in Kroando, boasting fluency in well over 64 languages, comprehensive understanding of another 140, and doctorates in all manner of ancient languages and linguistic studies. He brought with him every book on language available in the country... he knew it all, or at least had it at his disposal.

"Professor... as you know, what we work on here is rather controversial, but undoubtedly unique... without compromising too much information, I will tell you what I can. After extensive chemical and surgical operations on norm test subjects, without any previous expirience in foriegn language, these subjects have begun spewing out elaborate paragraphs in some foriegn language.", Harkon paused, walking around the desk, pulling out the chair for Galshon to sit at. The old man promptly did so. "At first we thought the sentences were just convulsions... but patterns, similarities... words if you will have been distinguished between separate and isolated patients. They are speaking a language, or so my staff tells me... its just that... no one knows what it is.

And thats where you come in Professor. "I have here a set of tapes... seventeen in all... separate patients... listen to them... tell me what language it is... what they're saying... and how in the hell these cons learned it."

OOC: you got a TG

The Lone 747 flew towards Anartika, inside the heaters were cranked up as high as they could go. The few men onboard were freezing, being born in the tropics they were used to nothing but the heat, and now they were taking information on their most secret project, to their former enemies. Hopefully this would bring the vendetta to a close, hell they may get an ally out of this.

"No need to be hopeful amigos. We'll be lucky if they don't shoot us down."


"Kroando Air Command, this is Mokastana Flight 176453, we are here as per the meeting about the research"

Kroandon Perimeter Defense Station ARZ-9071

"Lieutenant! Unidentified Aircraft coming in at 107'N, 330W!", shouted the young RADAR operator as he leaned forward in his chair, adjusting his headphones and entering information into the computer consol. The subsurface defense facility was one of thousands across Kroando which made up the bulwark of the missile defence in the nation. The primary RADAR scanning the area was in fact located some nine miles away, relaying info to the station. Why? If enemies picked up the RADAR station, it would be leveled... however the station, and the secondary systems would still be online.

"Confirm that Sargeant!", shouted the Lieutenant as he tightened his coat, pulling his goggles over his eyes. Even thirty meters underground in a heated bunker, the temperature topped out at thirty six degrees. "Double check it on LADAR... cross reference the flights threefold... someone radio regional... find out who the hell that is." The twenty man staff worked diligantly on their various computers and laptops, trying their best to fulfill the orders. "Prepare to shoot them down... I want LACI batteries one and seven activated. Get up an SDCI pod incase they try anything!"

On the surface, sirens blared, and the ground shook. Previously snow covered dirt was overturned as LACI launchers came up from the surface pointing their arsenals into the sky. Clear area... firing immanent... repeat, clear area, firing immanent... the robotic female voice echoed, attempting to clear the firing zone of the non-existant bystandards.

"We have a lock sir!", shouted another officer to the Lieutenant. "Do I have that ID yet?!", shouted the Commander walking up to the command screen, which was trimmed in ice. "No sir... negative...", responded a voice. "Firing on my command. Ready... lock... and-", a moment before the order was given, the radio operator shouted back. "STOP! Sir! Their Mokastanan... Air Space Command has given a clear... they're landing in Greater Malthus...", the radio operator breathed deeply... "Don't shoot." The Lieutenant looked around calmly. "Alright... that was fun... next time... eh... reference that a bit better and eh... ya...", the Lieutenant walked out, and that was that. In Kroando, there were very... very few flights in and out. First reason being that there were no neighbors for a good 7,000 miles... second being that... 65% of flights were taken down by freak blizzards... that were not so freak, as they were quite common.

Greater Malthus Airport

As the plane touched down, the first which had landed in six weeks, several black humvees approached the aircraft, men in urban camo and gas masks first, and finally a man in a black leather trench coat... always a sign of an upper government-military officer. Marshall Dison was the one to accompany the Mokastanans to their meeting with Grand Marshall Vorkitz. As the Mokastanans stepped off the aircraft, the chilling snow quickened it's fall. "Hello, I am Marshall Dison, I shall be taking you to your meeting with the Grand Marshall."

On a rickity old boat sat a young woman. From her humble primative beginings she strived to become a doctor no matter what. She was alway facinated and curious as a child. Her name was Kohra she was half-naked practically but she didn't care as she approached the coast and eventually made way into Kronando. She was freezing to death, comming from a year-round hot tropical climate she was shivering like no other. She was lucky enough to find some spare winter clothing to be given to her but she was still cold.

"K-K-Kohra re-re-reporting for duty. Sir."

On board twelve of the MBSA's top psychic researchers wearing full parkas were getting ready to climbed out of the plane. They were carrying back packs with their research inside them, as not to lose anything to the winds and storms that this icy hell was known for. As the last one suited up the Commander, Doctor Lut. Miguel Salvador did his final inspection. He wasnt going to lose a man to this place, not with the wind picking up. Sure they may have been overreacting to the icy dangers, but this was Anatika, a place no man dared to visit. The pilot came back to talk with Lut. Honduras before he left.

"Sir it was hell getting here, and with the weather picking up we wont be able to leave for a while, can you see about housing for me and my crew?"

"yes sir, will do. We don't know how long we are going to be here. and frankly i would rather risk one flight out of here then getting you out and another plane in. The SA tries to keep the losses to a minimum."

and with that he lead his team down the frozen stairs to meet the men from Kroando. The only enemy ever to claim Mokan territory, which caused one of Mokastana's darkest moments in History that only now was she finally getting out. Many Mokans hated Kroando, many wanted to nuke em, and pretty much all wanted to see a few hanging in Central Station. This had to be kept a secret, because if word got out that a pure psychic was running free in the world at the hands of Mokastana, well the PR wouldn't be pretty.

Hello, I am Marshall Dison, I shall be taking you to your meeting with the Grand Marshall."

"Nice to meet you, I'm Lut. Doctor Miguel Salvador, lets get the hell out of this ice hell"

he didnt bother shaking hands, the gloves wouldn't of let him anyways

OCC: Kroando, I sent a tg.

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Greater Malthus International Airport

"Ice hell? It's warm Lieutenant.", responded Dison as they all entered the humvees, which promptly started up and drove off the runway towards the exit of the facility. The Kroandons always had an advantage when fighting in the cold, it was a clear edge they possessed due to their icey homeland's nature. The annexation of Juventud was key for the foriegn military policy of Kroando. Though the Kroandons possessed an advantage when fighting in cold temperatures, when fighting in the heat, the tables turned. Juventud was basically, a giant training ground, in which hundreds of thousands of Kroandons were trained to fight in the tropics.

But that was all of little importance now, the Mokans apperantly had something they thought the Kroandons would be interested in, but little more than that was known. Apperantly it was not something to be discussed over extreme-distance calls. The Mokan representatives were driven through the heart of the metropolitan downtown, which was filled with massive buildings which stretched thousands of feet into the sky. The city was so great, both in size and design, it was unlikely any of the Mokans had seen such glamour.

Eventually they had come to the Greater Malthus Directorate, in which Grand Marshall Karkov awaited the foriegn delegation. They were escorted up the massive stone stairs, all of which lined in ice and snow, and taken through the massive doors of the building, passed ranks upon ranks of armed guards. They were of course searched for weapons, and finally, the Lieutenant was escorted into the room with the Grand Marshall. "Hello Dr. Salvador... now, if we may, let us get straight to business... what exactly is it that you have to offer our psychological project?"

Lut. Doctor pulled out a three sealed envelopes. The first one contained the information on the psychic project, and the other two were "official" business. He pulled out the information on Juventud first.

"I by no means am a diplomat, and i dont even know if you are the right person to talk to this about, but this information is about trading the Island of Juventud for triple the amount of that space in Peruvia."

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He handed the file over, the Kroandos were logical, so there was hope.

"As for the psychic research, I do not know how the Human Alliance or whatever your political group calls itself views psychics, but we are willing to combine research for our mutual benefit."

he opened another file, another one about the "official" business.

He pulled out the a dossier, complete with a picture of a 5 year old girl.

"This is Anita Manuel, she was born outside the Urnaium mines on the northern part of the island six years ago. Before the Growth of Mokastana or even the unification of the island. Back then, she was abducted at age two by the Mokostan Army of United Corperations, for research. We don't know how they found her but we do know what they did to her. In one year they had managed to unlock telepathy, Pyrokenetics, telekinetics, she was more powerful then anyone could imagine. Of course it came at a price, the torture and humiliation that happened to that girl was beyond anything ever scene. We began research on her doing things more humanly. We didnt unlock anything more but we did help her master her powers. Last month she was lost in a covert operation in Alfegoes. We dont know if she is alive or dead, but we have reason to believe she is alive. She is the diamond in the rogue, the key to success. What we are saying is that we are asking for help in getting her back into the labs, in exchanged we will work together on further research into the mind. Cosmetically we still hate you, but this could be the first step in changing that."

Greater Malthus Directorate

The Grand Marshall sighed, he had hoped the Mokans would not be wasting his time with petitions for the return of Juventud, nor any alteration to the peace agreement in general. "I am afraid I am not the person to talk to about that sort of matter... what I am here to discuss is this Anita Manuel. We are very interested in her, and if she is what you say she is, I have no doubt that this will take us a long way in our research. We want to bring her here, to Kroando, along with your leading psychologists and scientists... of course all research would be shared..."

[Short, but I've lost this post three times.]

Harkon Psychological Facility - Level 7 Op. Room

"Inquisitor! I was not aware you would be observing the procedure or I would have-", Dr. Hernor spoke, suprised and dumbfounded as Inquisitor General Harkon walked through the automatic sliding metal doors. The man entered the room with a commanding aura, and cut off Karvor mid-sentence, "Nevermind with that Hernor... this procedure has a lot riding on in... if this doesn't come out the way we've planned, it's back to square one. The voices aren't coming to anything... this alteration must do it. Now... how much longer until we are underway?"

Dr. Hernor composed himself, looking over the report in hand, "We are just about finished with the preping procedures... should be any minute now...", Hernor walked over to the microphone like device infront of the one way mirror and spoke into it. "Lets get an updated RX scan and vitals report before we kick this thing off... and Rigor, you need to enter your acess code before every operation... so please...", the speaker sounded off inside the operating room.

Harkon strolled over to the window, looking over the large operating room. Medical equipment, IV's, computers, mechanical equipment, vials of medicine, drugs and chemicals... and of course the 20 man staff including surgeons, nurses and various other medical professionals. Suddenly, the standard lighting of the operation room turned an odd green, and a female computer voice spoke. "Procedure D47 is confirmed. All authorization granted. All personel accounted for. Begin at Director's Discretion..."

"Dr. Gornem, let us begin.", Dr. Hernor spoke through the microphone, and all started. A mechnical arm began moving from it's resting position to the man strapped to the table. The man's name had long been forgotten, after serving two years in a forced labor camp, he was taken due to his perfect physical specifications, and promptly erased from history. Now, he was half concious and on more drugs than one could imagine, about to undergo a serious psychological procedure.

The arm touched it's plasma buzz saw to his skull, cutting away a 4x4inch chunk of bone, leaving his brain exposed to the sterilized air of the operating room. The green light reflected off of the dampness of his brain tissue, as Dr. Gornem picked up a small blue syringe, and placed the needle to a precision marked spot in the mans brain, marked by a red laser. In the needle went, and then came the injection. Moments later another syringe at another spot... and another, and another and another. Finally another robotic arm swiveled over, inserting a small metal probe into one of the various slits in the brain, moving in deeper. Now what happened next was invisible in reality, but the computer image on the massive screens around the room guided the surgeon in control. The probe cut certain links, and injected various chemicals into others, all according to the research performed.

And out came the arm, and back came Karvors voice. "Alright... give me another RX scan and continue with the EMS treatment... lets keep this running smooth..." The various scans were completed, and the reports filed and displayed on the various plasma TV’s around the room. Karvor gave an invisible nod and spoke, “Alright… everything looks good… left and right lobes are lighting up… the Rv18 has nearly infiltrated the entirety of the dark portions of the brain… lets give it a few more minutes to finish spreading.”

After a slight wait, Dr. Gornem picked up an odd, mechanical-toothbrush-looking device, and turned up a nob on the device it was wired to. This electro-magnetic-shock was rather powerful, like the ones of old, which were applied randomly and without purpose. However now Gornem placed the metal disk to the brain and -zap- he moved the device to the next laser-designated area and -zap- and again, and again, and again, with seemingly no effect.

And then came the beeping. This time however it was not a beeping of death, signifying a stopping heart, it was a beeping of life. Excessive life. His heart rate was skyrocketing, adrenaline production was jumpstarted at 200%, his vitals were all shooting through the roof. Before any could comprehend want was going on, the leather straps binding him to the table were snapping, and the man, known only as Subject V505 was off the table. His eyes open, however only the whites could be seen, giving the shaved patient an unusual look.

For a moment he just stood there, with the medical staff looking on it total awe and fear... and then it ended. Subject V505 lunged at Dr. Gornem, tackeling him to the ground. Screams filled the air, pleas for help, horrible, horrible screams. Then they promptly stopped at V stood up, his hands and mouth covered in blood. One of the rather athletic doctors, Dr. Rigon, threw a punch, only to have his fist caught in mid air, and his arm broken, followed by a kick to the neck that snapped the bone in half. The massacre that continued was horrible, with blood squirting in the air, equipment flying, nurses and doctors alike being torn apart, limb from limb by the man.

After what seemed like an eternity, but was only a matter of minutes, the doors opened, and twelve guards entered, carrying night sticks and tazers. The men were all over 6'2ft 230lbs, massive compared to the small V505, only 6'0 and 180. The men rushed the enraged monster, the first of them falling to the ground as V bit his nose off and toar out hit left eye. The next guard took a punch to the solar plexus that knocked him out for an hour, and the third had his knee snapped by a kick so strong it seemed immpossible any man could throw it.

Then the guards began coming down with their night sticks, landing blows on the beasts face, back, chest and legs. Sporadic punches made it out from V to the men, but the beating ensued in such a manner that it would seem no life could endure. Tasers scarred V505's body, as did the brass-knuckled fists that came down. The guards beat with a furiocity seen only in animals, their muscle more than enough to kill any man. After ten minutes of beating, the men finally stopped, exhausted, and walked away, leaving the bloody mess that was 505 in the middle of the room.

As they left, V505 stood up, ran full speed at the nearest guard, jumped upon his back and took a bite out of his neck. The emergency siren blared out, as the lights turned from green to red...

Lut. Miguel Salvador looked blankly at him, of course you want her sick bastards, but his face gave no expression to his thought, years of training had taught him to keep his ideas to himself. He shrugged off the Juventud thing and pulled out the last envelope.

"We know you are not the most humane people when it comes to research and getting things done. For you guys the ends will always justify the means"

As he talked he unsealed the envelope, and pulled out a folder on what was called "Project Alpha"

"We need someone who can operate outside the moral boundaries, someone we can use get to get a few things done outside of Mokastana. This is why we are offering her to you. We need you to unlock...everything, she is a natural psychic, all of these gifts she was born with. We haven't even begun to scratch the surface on how to recreate these things in other humans. We have found a few more like her, but current liberal leaders don't want us to hack their brains apart for the answers. We dont know what causes this mutation, how it fuctions or why. Sure we have measured it, found ways to concentrate it, manipulate it but we dont have the cause of it."

the folder was opened revealing research, time lines, photos, measurements of her power, and lastly the incident they lost her on.

She can mind control with ease, lift helicopter with her mind. bend bullet trajectories, when it comes to a standard mind it is nothing more then a finger puppet to her. No material tested so far can stop her from influencing a mind. The only thing is distance the closer she is to you the more she can do to you... we don't know why yet. So shall we go to Alfegos?"

Anita Manuel was in hiding, which when you can control peoples minds is pretty easy. She had found a younger couple, poor and alone, and convinced them that she was an orphan they had adopted. The wife stayed at home with Anita and the father worked at some plant around the area. While he didnt make enough to live off of they always seemed to have enough food. ALmost as if their new daughter was a blessing sent from heaven. After all when you can asked for anything and have it handed to you it was easy to get food and supplies for you family.

Even though life was going good she sensed something bad was coming, and for a psychic to feel that, was bad...